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deobitchxx · 4 years ago

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Hi! Can I request for you to write a hyunjae one - I went out at 12am to buy snacks and he was worried. (Im a noona btw) Thanks so much!

[ 17:26 // 02.09.2020 // R.FLUFF ] “I missed you, a lot.” Hovering his arms around your waist, he pulled you closer to his body and leaned his chin on your shoulder. A small giggle found its way to escape from your lips, as you wrapped your arms around his neck and tightened the hug. “I missed you even more.” Hyunjae shook his head as a no, “It’s impossible because I missed you more than you did.” “Let’s not start this, alright?” The latter gave you a small nod and responded with a hum, before both of you stayed like that for a while. You wanted it to be longer but something kicked in, as you winced in pain, making the younger one furrowed his eyebrows and immediately let you off from the embrace, holding your shoulders and facing you with a worried expression dominated his face. “Are you okay?” Hyunjae asked in the softest tone as you tried to reassure him with a fixed expression. “I’m sure I’ll be okay, I just got a stomach ache thingy.”

You looked up to face the taller one, as you smiled and leaned to place a quick kiss on his lips. “I’m fine, I’m sure this will get off sooner.” You rubbed your tummy inside your shirt but the latter wasn’t buying your words. The grips on your shoulder tightened, earning a raised eyebrow from you. “Wait.. Hold on.” Hyunjae took out his phone from his pocket, immediately clicking to an application. He didn’t encourage himself to put his phone on lock whenever you’re around to gain more trust from you, but he sure has to lock them when he’s on his idol mode again. Sigh, dating an idol sure is an exhausting and challenging thing. However, you didn’t mind the fact that he’s an idol-- It was his dream at all since he was a kid. You stood next to him, tip-toeing to have the same eye-level with the latter in order to have a peak over his phone. There, you saw him clicking into an application that happened to be a must for every female. It was an application where you can keep on track with your period.

“Why do you have that?” You asked the latter, not having any single clue why he has such things in his phone. What if his fans managed to steal or hack into his phone? It’ll stir another controversy and the least you wanna witness is seeing him apologising for something he shouldn’t have to. “I only am able to see you once or twice in a month, I have to keep in track with your periods so I can be mentally prepared with your commands and mood swings.” He confessed, clicking on the calendar icon before releasing a sigh, “It’s almost time, I’m sure it’s the period pain you’re facing.” He shoved his phone into the pocket, turning his whole body to face you with all of his attention. “Do you need anything? Sweets? Chocolates? Pizzas?” A totally pleasing expression took over your whole face, “I’m alright, my love.” Your hands rested on his both cheeks before pulling him down to match his eyes with yours. “Just be next to me, and I’ll be alright. Unless you wanna see me throwing a tantrum.” Hyunjae tittered, covering your small hands that were on his cheeks with his huge hands, clasping your hands together and left a kiss on them while staring into your eyes, “I love you.”

It was almost 12am, there darkness and cold air surrounding you should’ve brought you to your dreamland-- Instead, you were gazing into empty spaces while your mind playing a medley of all the snacks you wanted to have at the moment. You turned to your side, the taller man already went to his dreamland. You didn’t remember when was the last time you stayed up late with Hyunjae, as he has always been sleeping around 8pm or 9pm whenever he’s staying at your place. You can’t blame him though, you saw how hardworking he was on the television, and even behind the scenes. The least you could do is lay next to him and accompany him to sleep. However, tonight is an exception. Your stomach already called you multiple times, asking you to feed them with various snacks. Trying not to make a sound, you put the huge arm that was wrapped around your waist away, leaving the room in the quietest and quickest way after grabbing your wallet and jacket.

The smile on your face can’t spread any further, as you just bought a plastic full of different snacks, chocolates and even ice creams from the convenience store. It was located 5 blocks away from your apartment. You knew you shouldn’t sneak away just to buy them in this late night where possible crimes could happen anytime, but you didn’t have the intention to wake the tired Hyunjae up. You didn’t want to burden him more. You wanted to be independent as you’ve always been-- or probably ‘have been’ before you met Hyunjae. It was not like you kept depending on him, but he has been taking care of you so much that you have no choice but to rely on him. He was younger than you physically, he didn’t want to look like a little kid in-front of you. He wanted to be the man that you needed the most in your life. The man that you can depend on for the rest of your life. As you hummed into your favourite song, you decided to take a short break outside of the store and sat on the empty chair. It was midnight, but you still can see some cars or people passing by the street.

“Oh shit, I forgot to bring my phone.” You cursed under your breath, placing the plastic on the table before taking out an ice cream. Slicing off the cover, you began to lick your ice cream underneath the street light. You looked around the surrounding as you witnessed a lot of scenes that you didn’t know you could see in such hours. There was a drunk old man who tried to walk straight, but still got the urge to drink another bottle that he was holding in his right hand. There was also a group of rebellious teenagers that probably just finished their karaoke session and there was even a couple trying to make out in between the stores. “Huh, must be so nice to be young.” You released a deep sigh and finished your ice cream after a few minutes. Grabbing the plastic again, you decided to go back to the apartment. As soon as your feet landed on the floor, a familiar figure appeared in-front of you. “Why are y-” “What are you doing!” You were taken back with his sudden stern voice. You examined him from up to down, seeing Hyunjae only in his pajamas and slippers, he didn’t even try to cover himself up with a mask nor cap. “Why didn’t you tell me that you’re coming here?” He asked after seeing the plastic that you were holding and the store behind you.

“I didn’t want to wake you up.. You seem tired. It would be a selfish side of mine if I asked you to buy me these.” Before you could say any other words, he cut you off as he pulled you into the tightest hug ever. “Please. Don’t go out during midnights alone. It’s dangerous. Why didn’t you bring your phone along? I thought something happened to you.” The uneven breath from him became more obvious when you got closer to his chest. “If something ever happened to you, I’ll never forgive myself for failing to protect you.” He added, as you can feel the arms around your body tightened too. Both of you stayed like that for a while before you broke the embrace, pulling him slightly, “Why didn’t you wear your mask and cap? You might get exposed to the paparazzis.” You took off your jacket, trying to cover him up with it but he stopped you by holding your arms, “I don’t care if I get exposed, as long as you’re fine in my eyes.” You can’t help but to leave a chuckle that sounded like a schoolgirl, leading him to chuckle along. “Promise to me that you won’t do this again in the future.” You nodded and locked your pinky finger with his, “I won’t, and I’m sorry for making you worried.”

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kaleldobrev · 6 years ago

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I Love The Way You...

Pairing: Dean x Witch!Reader

Summary: Requested by @witch-of-letters | Hey there! 😀 Could I request a Dean one-shot, where he finally wants to propose to R (who he has known since he was 26 and her 17), but doesn't know how to do it in a heartfelt way and is nervous, because Mary is gone again with the British. He ultimately asks Sam, Jody, and Donna for help with the proposal, where they ask him to tell R everything he loves about her and why she is so important to him. Some details: Set in season 12, R is a powerful natural witch/BAMF!Huntress.

Reader Gender: Female

Word Count: 2993

Warnings: Some language

Author’s Notes: Sorry this took so long to write! Work has been busy and stressful, but I really enjoyed doing this request! I hope you are happy with this @witch-of-letters (btw, your username is amazing and I love it). If you guys liked this, feedback is always appreciated. Please like and reblog! XOXO, KD.

October 2005 – New Orleans, Louisiana

You sat on the porch in your rocking chair, skimming through one of the many journals your mother had passed down to you from her mother, and her mother before her, and so on and so on. A glass of lemonade was next to you on a wicker end table that you’ve been slowly sipping at for the past half hour. If you hadn’t been so invested in reading this journal, you would have finished the glass just as quickly as you poured it.

As you were about to finish the journal, you heard the sound of heavy boots on the stairs of your porch. Without looking up, you greeted the stranger. “Hello Dean.” You said, your voice calm; which clearly took the man by surprise.

“How did you…” He began to say, but a light chuckle left his lips before he could finish. “Mind reader? Or am I just that famous?” Without even looking up, you could tell that the man had the biggest smirk on his face. A smirk you thought, that probably looked absolutely adorable on him. So in that instance, you looked up to see if your notion was correct; and boy was it correct. His smirk was the kind that could make anyone blush and fall to their knees. Luckily for you, you were sitting down.

“Never met a witch that could read minds before?” You asked, already knowing the answer.

He nodded. “Never really messed with a lot of witches period. They aren’t…You guys aren’t really my specialty.” The way Dean talked, he tried to make it sound like he was trying his very best not to offend you; which honestly made you want to laugh. But you refrained and decided not to laugh at the already semi-scared man who was trying oh so very hard not to think inappropriate thoughts.

“So, what can I do for you? Or, do you want to talk to my mother? She’s who you came to see right?” You asked him. He nodded in response. “The voodoo thing that’s been going around right?” Again, he nodded, and you nodded back. “Her and I have a theory about that. Come on, she’s inside.” You said and grabbed the journal you had been reading as well as the now empty glass of lemonade and took Dean inside the house.

Present Day – February 2017 – Lebanon, Kansas

Dean was the first one to wake between the two of you, which was a rare occurrence; because usually, by the time Dean gets up, you would have already gotten back from your morning jog with Sam, taken a shower, finished breakfast and would be about finished with your second cup of coffee already. But not today; today Dean had planned to wake up before you because today was the day he was going to ask you to marry him. The only problem was, he wasn’t completely sure how he was going to do it. All he really knew, was that he wanted to do something special, but nothing too cheesy like they did in the romantic comedies the both of you secretly loved to watch together, but didn’t dare tell Sam about because he’d never let either one of you live it down.

Dean had known you for twelve years, and the two of you had been dating on and off for almost nine of those years. Your relationship with Dean was anything but simple. For years, the two of you avoided dating each other because the hunting life was anything but safe; and he thought that if the two of you were together, then the both of you would be vulnerable and unsafe. But eventually, the feelings the two of you had for one another started to get deeper, and even though you two weren’t together, the two of you were still vulnerable; you were each other’s weakness; so the two of you took a chance and it’s been on and off ever since.

The truth was, Dean has been wanting to propose to you for almost seven years, but he could never find the right time to do it. One of the times he wanted to do it, the two of you found out that Sam had been back from Hell for over a year. Another time, Dean got sent to Purgatory and was gone for almost a year. Another time, Metatron killed him and he got turned into a demon. But as of right now, even though his mother was MIA with the British Men of Letters, things at the Bunker, as well as your lives have been calm lately, and he thought that before anything else bad happened in your lives, that he should propose now.

Before Dean got out of the bed, he looked at you as you were sound asleep. Your breathing was calm, and you had the smallest smile on your face. You looked so content and so at peace. Even though he loved every single thing about you, moments like these were his favorite because he loved how happy you looked in this moment. He loved that you didn’t look like the world was heavy on your shoulders. “You have no idea how much I love you.” Dean whispered. He leaned down and kissed your temple, trying his best to not wake you, and slowly got out of bed to grab his robe.

When Dean entered the kitchen, Sam was sitting at the table with a cup of coffee and a newspaper in hand. Going over to the coffee pot, Dean grabbed his mug and poured himself a cup before joining his younger brother at the table. Sam looked up, almost in awe to see Dean sitting in front of him. He looked at his watch, and then back at Dean. “You’re up early.” He commented before putting the newspaper down.

“Today’s the day Sammy.” Dean said taking a sip from the mug.

“What’s today?” Sam asked.

“The day.” Dean repeated. “I’m gonna ask Y/N to marry me.” Dean said in a whisper.

“Oh…Oh!” Sam said, trying his best to whisper, but he was honestly too excited himself. “Do you know how you’re going to as her yet?”

Dean shook his head. “No freaking clue.” He took another sip from the mug. His mind was blank trying to figure out the perfect way to do it. He’s known you for over twelve years and yet, he couldn’t think of the perfect way to propose to you. He didn’t want to do something cheesy, but at the same time, he kind of wanted to do cheesy. He wanted to do something romantic, but he didn’t want to turn it into a chick flick. He honestly thought proposing to you would be simple and easy, but he didn’t want to do simple and easy.

“You know that whatever you do, Y/N is going to love. You could propose to her during the bloodiest part of a horror movie and she’ll say yes.” Sam said letting out a small chuckle. Dean nodded in agreement, knowing how true that was. He could also propose to you by sticking the engagement ring in the middle of your grimoire and you’d say yes.

“Well, since you’re honestly no help. I think I’m gonna call someone that might actually be help.” Dean said getting up from the table.

Sam looked at him, slightly confused. “Who?”

Dean took out his phone, flipping through his contacts list, finding the person that he was looking for. “Jody of course.” Dean said, ready to select her phone number. But before he could, Sam spoke up.

“You’re not calling her because she’s one of the only females you know are you?” Sam said, sounding a little skeptical.

Dean looked at Sam and let out a small scoff. “N-No…Of course not.” He lied.

Sam nodded, knowing he was right. “Sure.” He said going back to reading the newspaper, in an attempt to find them a case.

Dean walked out of the kitchen and walked down the hallway to a room that was barely used in the Bunker. It was just storage space that the Men of Letter’s used and now was used as their storage space, for anything that they might have gathered over the years, which wasn’t much, but still, it felt nice having a storage space even if it was only for a few knickknacks.

Walking into the room, Dean dialed Jody’s number and shut the door, hoping that she’d answer. After a few rings, Jody picked up. “Hey Dean.” Jody said. He could hear the smile in her voice. “You three aren’t getting into any trouble are you?” She joked, letting out a small laugh, which caused Dean to laugh a little.

“Oh Jody, you know the three of us are always in some kind of trouble.” Dean said, still using his joking tone.

“Okay Winchester. If you guys aren’t in any kind of trouble, why are you calling? Not that I don’t love when one of you calls, but I know you’re not just calling to see how things are here.” She commented. Sam and Dean called Jody whenever they could, Y/N calling her a little bit more often than them because she liked to check up on the girls; especially to check up on Claire since, Y/N is one of the only people that Claire connects with since they are very similar to one another. They are both badass female hunters who like to do things on their own and is sometimes afraid to ask for help, even if they really need it.

“I’m gonna propose to Y/N today, and…I’m not really sure how I want to do it. I don’t wanna do cheesy, because you know how she is, but I don’t want to do something super simple either because –” Dean started to say, but before he could finish his rant, Jody cut him off.

“Dean. Relax. I know how scary this can be.” She told him in one of the most calmest voices possible. “But whatever you do, she’s going to love it.” She said, giving the same kind of generic answer that Sam had given to him earlier.

“Sam said the same thing.” Dean commented. “But I know that. I know that whatever I do, she’s going to love it, but, I want to do something that she’ll actually remember; that will actually mean something to her.”

“Tell him to make a list of all the things he loves about her!” Dean heard on the other end of the phone. This voice caused him to let out a small laugh, and a small smile formed on his lips.

“Donna there with you?” Dean asked.

Jody nodded into the phone. “It’s girls weekend.” Jody said, sounding not even the least bit enthusiastic.

“Ah.” Dean commented.

“Let me talk to him.” He heard Donna say. Before Jody could answer her, Donna had the phone in her hand. “Hey Dean.” She said. Her voice was so cheerful and upbeat; it was one of the things that he loved about her; she was always so positive and joyful.

“Hey Donna.” Dean said, now placing his free hand in his pocket where the engagement ring was. “You think telling her all the things that I love about her isn’t too cheesy? I feel like a lot of people do that.” He said.

Donna sighed and rolled her eyes. “How many engagements have you seen Winchester?” Her voice was slightly filled with annoyance now. “Just because she’s a badass hunter and witch, doesn’t meant she doesn’t still like cheesy. I think if you tell her very specific things that you love about her, instead of generic things, she’s going to love it.” Donna explained to him. “Try avoiding things like, ‘I love your eyes,’ or ‘I love your smile.’” At that moment, Dean’s face dropped a little; because one of the many things he did love about Y/N was her smile and how her eyes always seemed so full of hope even when she thought the worst was going to happen.

“Okay.” Dean said, starting to actually sound confident about proposing. “Well…I’ll you guys know if she says yes.”

“She will!” He heard Jody yell.

“Thank you. You two were more help than Sam was.” Dean said, and hung up the phone.

When Dean walked down the hallway to the bedroom the two of you shared, you were sitting on the bed reading your grimoire. Your brows were furrowed, and you looked so deep in concentration that Dean thought you wouldn’t even notice him entering the room, but of course you always did. “Hey babe.” You said, not looking up your book. You were on the last page of this section and you wanted to finish up the page before looking up at Dean; because when you looked up at Dean, there would be no way you could go back to this.

“Hey Sweetheart.” He said, walking over to the bed. He sat on the edge of the bed closer to the middle where your feet were. Your waist down was completely underneath the covers, and your top half was covered up with your favorite black sweatshirt that read in white lettering, You Say Witch Like It’s A Bad Thing. “There’s something I want to talk to you about.” He tried his best to keep his voice even, and to blank out his thoughts so you couldn’t hear what was about to happen; because for once, he wanted to be a step ahead of you.

After finishing up the page you were reading, you placed your bookmark into the book and placed it on your lap, looking up at Dean. His face was slightly serious, but it was also calm. This was the kind of expression that you rarely saw in Dean, because most of the time, he either looked angry or annoyed, or stressed. You hated seeing him like that, and you tried your best to help him with that stress anyway you could, which usually involved making some kind of potion or giving him something simple like a back massage. “What do you want to talk about?” You asked. You tried to rack through his mind for any indication of what he possibly would want to talk about, but nothing was appearing in his mind. It was just blank for the most part.

“I’ve known you for over twelve years. And over these twelve years, you have shown how much of a badass you are; sometimes I think you might even be more badass than me. And you know, I think I’m pretty badass.” Dean chuckled. “You have been nothing but helpful, and you’ve been nothing but caring, even when Sam or I didn’t deserve it. We’ve treated you so bad over the years sometimes, and yet, you still cared about us. I put you through Hell when I was a demon, and you were still by my side trying to find a cure.” Dean took your hand in his. He was starting to get nervous, but not nervous enough that it didn’t show quite yet. “I love how much you care about people, even when you aren’t showing it outwardly. I love how much you make me feel like I actually deserve to be loved even when I don’t think I deserve it. I love the way you show me how much you love me by doing simple things for me. When you come up behind me in the War Room when I’m frustrated and tired and just hug me from behind. When you reach across the table and do this.” At the moment, Dean brought your hand up and kissed your knuckles. You couldn’t help but have a soft smile on your face.

“Dean…” You began to say, but Dean stopped you.

“I’m not done.” He told you, and you quickly became quiet again. “I love that I can be vulnerable when I’m around you, and I love that you can be vulnerable about me. I love that I don’t have to put any kind of front in front of you. Because hey, I know you’d see right through it anyway.” He laughed. “When I first met you, it never crossed my mind that we would ever be here right now. I thought you’d never want to leave New Orleans and come hunt with me. I never thought I’d ever fall in love with a witch, or that a witch would be in love with me.” He let go of your hand at that moment, and you hated the lack of contact. But your eyes started to grow wide as Dean pulled out a small black box from the pocket of his jeans.

“Dean…” Was all you could say.

“Y/N.” Dean got up from the bed, and went down on one knee. He opened the box and inside contained a simple rose gold ring that was similar in design to Mary’s wedding band. “Y/F/N Y/L/N, badass huntress extraordinaire who also happens to be the love of my life, will you marry me?”

You looked at him, shocked. “Holy shit.” You mumbled to yourself, but without hesitation, you answered him. “Of course I’ll marry you Dean Winchester.” You told him, and quickly bent down, wrapping your arms around his neck. For as long as you’ve known him, you never thought you’d ever be at this moment either. You thought that this moment would only be a dream, but it was a reality now.

Placing the ring on your finger, Dean kissed your lips, and you kissed him back; enjoying the slight taste of his coffee that he had almost an hour before. After the kiss was broken, he looked at you almost in awe. “I love you.”

A smile formed on your lips and you cupped his cheek in your hand, slightly rubbing it with your thumb. “I love you too.”

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prolapsingintothemaelstrom · 8 years ago

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Study buddy (Smut)

I often imagine Sehun being the Flirt Master who can get any girl...

Pairing: Sehun x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 5543 words

Warning: Rough sex, Public sex, Dirty-Dirty talk, Voyeurism

AU: College!AU

Study buddy

Four standard assumptions of perfectly competitive models – One. Economies of scale are… small relative… to the size of the… market. Two. Output… is homogenous. Three. Information… is… soft- and… fluffy. Four. I want to marry you… sweet, cuddly turtle-bunny-cushion. Something hits the elbow you’re leaning your head upon and you shoot up, slightly panicking. Shit. You had fallen asleep. It was only for a minute; you defend yourself in your mind. Nobody saw you, right?

You lift your hands to rub your eyes but stop yourself in the nick of time. You have almost forgotten that you are wearing black eyeliner and mascara. Thank God you remembered just in time – It would have been a catastrophe if you didn’t.

You look around, pinching your eyes a few times instead and examining the endless array of tables that is populated with college students and their college books, notebooks, markers and pencils. During the exam periods, it’s difficult to find a spot left empty. Outside the College library, there’s typically a line of students waiting to claim a seat, even at this unholy hour of nine pm.

You whine silently, staring at the thermos flask in front of you which you emptied about an hour ago. No more coffee. How are you going to survive another three hours of studying when you’re out of fuel? You shake your head, taking a deep inhale afterwards. Ah- you remember. What was that thing?

You look beside you, finding a bottle of water that is laying on the table. Where did that- You look at the other students on your table, all looking down at their books and concentrating diligently on the matter they’re studying. The water bottle has a piece of notebook paper slid underneath the plastic label, you notice. Curious, you pick it up and remove it smoothly from underneath. There’s a note on it.

Water works better to battle fatigue than coffee does. Two litres a day keeps your body hydrated and you’ll feel less tired. Fighting!

The note ends with a self-drawn wink emoticon. Who- You peer your eyes over the students at your table, now finding a- Omo. Hot guy at two ‘o clock smiling at me. Dark brown hair, brown eyes, perfect facial structure, charming smile. You quickly look down at the note again, trying to hide yourself from his piercing stare. Is it his note?

You glance up once more to the guy sitting two seats away from you at the opposite side of the table. He’s still smiling at you. Really handsome! The stranger shakes with his own water bottle, hinting that it was him who rolled it at you. He’s kind, too. You bow to thank him but he still doesn’t let his eyes leave you.

You contemplate for a minute whether to reply to his note. Would that be weird? You wonder. You grasp all your courage together to do so anyways, ripping a piece of paper of your note pad.

Thanks, although I doubt water will save me now. Do you happen to have an instant solution?

You crumple the paper up into a ball and roll the ball towards him. Scared to face him as he opens it, you try to focus on the study material in front of you again. Price takers believe or act as if they can sell or buy as much or as little as they want without affecting the price. In effect they act as if prices are independent of their behaviour. You feel a little tick on the side of your head, followed by the sound of a piece of paper dropping on the wooden table. The stranger has folded an airplane out his note, this time.

No. Sorry :(

You sigh slightly, reaching for the bottle of water and taking a few sips. Maybe because you’re too tired and distracted, you decide to reply to the stranger once more, throwing another crumpled up paper ball at him.

Thanks anyways. For the water and for waking me up. Fighting!

Fifteen minutes pass, you’ve advanced a bit in your studying and it seems to be going well. Occasionally, you steal a few glances at the guy who woke you up. You’re not sure if you’ve seen him on campus before. He’s definitely not from your department; you would know if that was the case.

You rest your head on your palm, your elbow leaning on the table. You start reading the next page, your eyes blinking more often than usual. A firm has market power if it finds it profitable to raise price above marginal cost. The ability of a firm… to profitably raise price above marginal cost… depends on the extent… to which consumers… can substitute… to other... handsome guy… at two ‘o clock…

You’re much faster than the first time to regain your composure, spotting the second water bottle that woke you up. Aish! This is so embarrassing. There’s another note slid underneath the label.

There is one way but you might not be up for it…

This wakes you up. If not just for your interest that’s reaching a peak, it’s for the guy you were dreaming about that’s still trying to help you. Excited, you pick up your pencil, scribbling a new message on it.

Really? Tell me! PS: Be careful, you’re going to run out of water bottles at this rate.

Instead of crumpling the paper up, you now slid it back under the label of the second water bottle, giving it a gentle push to roll it back at him. When you see it hits his arm, you quickly look down at your book again.

You expect another airplane, but alternatively you see the second water bottle rolling against your college book.

Don’t worry. Stole them from my study buddy next to me. He’s got no clue. Admirable concentration that guy has! Bet he doesn’t even need them. You look great today, despite being tired. Shame of those earrings though, they don’t compliment your beautiful eyes well.

You blink at his message a few times. Especially at the last part. Has he seen me before? You look down at what you’re wearing. Casual chic sapphire dress. Not any different from what you usually wear during summer. Then you think about your earrings. You can hardly remember which ones you’re wearing.

You hear your phone buzzing on the table. You hover your eyes over the display, discovering a new text message from your best friend who’s sitting five seats away from you.

IS THE OH SEHUN SMILING AT YOU? OMG LUCKY GIRL HE’S SO HAWT!!!!

Oh Sehun? You swear you’ve never heard of him before. Or maybe it does ring a bell somewhere in the back of your mind- you’re not entirely sure. Probably your friend has mentioned him to you before, once or twice. Also, what’s with the caps...

Why, who is he?

You hit send.

!!!! OH C’MON HE’S ONE OF THE MOST POPULAR STUDENTS FROM THE MUSIC AND THEATRE ARTS DEPARTMENT. ALL THE GIRLS WANT HIM. 2ND YEAR STUDENT OH SEHUN??????!!!!!

You nod at the text message, concluding he is one year older than you since you’re still a first year student. Before you even get the chance to type a reply, you get another text from her.

GO GET HIM!!!!!!!!!!

Is it just you, or is she overreacting, you wonder. She’s crazy. You put your phone away in your backpack that is standing next to your chair on the floor, not bothering to reply. So his name is Sehun, hmmm? You tick the wooden table with your nails.

Do my earrings really not suit me? You take them out and observe them up close, dangling them between your fingers. Silver coloured earrings with blue jewels, is it that bad? Maybe the wrong type of blue? You look back at the stranger at two ‘o clock, now identifiable as Sehun. He’s folding another piece of paper. You try to guess what he’s making, but it’s not until it reaches you with a swift throw, that you discover it to be a butterfly. On its wings, you find his new message.

I was right. You’re even prettier without them. What are you studying?

You’re not slacking off; you’re just being honest with yourself. You’re too tired to study and you’re too interested in Sehun to let go of him, so before you realize, you start an entire message exchange with him using crumpled paper balls, each time receiving a response with a new figure he folds; flowers, animals. Hottie seems skilled in origami.

Stealing water bottles from the guy next to you? Bad boy! Economics. You?

I’m elaborately studying how not to enjoy myself. Thank god you’re here. Economics? You must be a very smart girl. Your passion?

No way! I study economics because well… I’m good at it and that’s where the money is, my dad tells me.

So you’re not studying what you love? What would you study, should money not be a burden in your life later on? PS: What’s your name?

Dancing! I’d go to a dance school. PS: It’s (y/n). Yours is Sehun, right?

That’s interesting, (y/n). Cute name btw. Yes, I’m Sehun. Which dancing style? Also, pass me your eraser, I can’t find mine.

Street dance and contemporary dance. Sorry, I know it looks childish… But it’s a really great eraser!

How am I supposed to use this? It’s a Panda! It’s too cute to use! I need my own Panda eraser. It’s amazing.

What are you, a girl? Just use it! Start with its feet then. :D

I can’t believe you used his entire butt… If I’m a girl, are you a boy?

His butt is still white, ok? :’) Just shaped a little flat… Also, I’m definitely not a boy. If anything I am at least a man.

It’s not up to you to decide whether you’re a man or a boy, that’s up to the woman… ME!

Oh that’s rude!

Why, want to be the woman again, (y/n)? J

Yes! You be the boy-

Hey, hey, hey. Don’t label me yet. As a woman, you owe it to me to give me the opportunity to prove myself otherwise~

Now how would you do that, Mr. Oh?

That message has been left without reply by Sehun since ten minutes. Did I go overboard by challenging him… or is it because I used his family name? Maybe he doesn’t like me. You rub your temples with your index fingers, staring upwards to the delicate latticed skylight made out of heavy glass.

The college library is impressive. It has been designed as an atrium, with a large open space in the middle where tables occupy the whole of the centre. Surrounding the study room are columns of book stacks, levelling up four tiers that are closed in via balconies which rise to the skylight.

What are you so disappointed about, (y/n). You don’t even like this guy for real. You just think he’s physically attractive, you admit to yourself. That’s all. You roll your eyes, grunting silently. Another two hours before you allow yourself to give up on studying for the day.

You glance back at Sehun, peeping at what he’s doing. He’s texting. Probably found someone more interesting to talk to. You let your head fall onto your notebook, not even realising how hard the guy in front of you has been pitying you. He raises an eyebrow at you, then nudges you.

“You better go home. You need some sleep”, he says. You jerk your head up, shaking it strongly in protest.

“No, two more hours!” You murmur and empty the first water bottle Sehun gave you. The guy in front of you hisses, but you try to ignore him. Come on. You encourage yourself. That’s when you suddenly remember- Hey, didn’t Sehun know a way to keep me awake? You stretch your arms in the air quickly before ripping off one last piece of paper from your note pad.

Whatever it is that can solve my tiredness-problem, I’m up for it. I need it. Desperately!

There goes nothing, you think as you throw the crumpled paper ball at Sehun. You follow the ball with your eyes until it lands in between him and the table. For a moment you think he has to search underneath the table to find it, but as he picks it up, you realize that it was just resting on his crotch.

The second he reads your note, Sehun smirks at it. It leaves you somewhat confused, he had been ignoring you and now he seems happy to be hearing from you. What in the world? You scratch your head.

Unlike his previous answers, this one arrived exactly like yours, in a crumpled up paper ball. Before opening it up, you steal another glance at him. His eyes are fixed on you, barely blinking and accompanied with a grin. Unlike the first time you noticed him watch you, he seems more confident, more familiar, it is hard to point out for you how different it is exactly. You open the note, finding a rather unexpected answer.

Want to take a break? I think we both deserve one. Leave behind your stuff and FOLLOW ME. Maybe you don’t know this yet, but we’re allowed to leave our seats, you know? From the moment one of the librarians notices we’re gone, we have exactly twenty minutes before they think we’ve left and take away our stuff so they can give our seats to someone else. Let’s have a chat!

You hear Sehun stand up from his seat the moment you finish reading his message. For some reason, you’re excited. He seems a lot of fun to be around. You decide not to waste too much time and get up from your chair, witnessing Sehun has already reached the staircase. You run after him, more precisely you speed-walk after him, staying at a safe distance of several meters.

Your nerves are killing you and you’re not sure why. You recall your best friend telling you how all the girls want him and you feel your heart starting to beat faster; it has been a while since you’ve been alone with a stud like him. You’re curious about him. You’ve only had contact over sheets of paper but you would have no idea what he sounds like or how much his personality differs from his origami exchanges. You would compare it to finally getting to meet a guy you’ve been talking to over the internet.

You trace the fingers of your left hand over the rails of the balcony as you walk beside it, looking down at the study hall from the top floor and spotting your best friend who is making hand gestures from afar. You’re unable to decipher the weird hand movements she’s making, so you look forward at Sehun, who’s walking confidently with his hands stuffed in his front pockets.

Cute ass. Handsome back posture as well. It’s the first time you take the opportunity to observe thoroughly what he is wearing. Brown dress shoes, blue jeans with holes, white shirt. From the back, he certainly gives off the vibe of a man, you remember the conversation you had with him about being a boy or a man.

It seems almost random when Sehun takes a turn and disappears into one of the columns of book cases at his right. You realize you were too busy eyeing his magnificent bum for you to register which column he walked into, so you’re not all that surprised when you suddenly feel a hand grab your wrist and Sehun yanks you into one of the columns.

“Hey Panda-killer babe, it’s here”, Sehun whispers laughingly and loosens his grip on you slightly as he pulls you further into the column.

The columns aren’t very deep nor wide. Maximum two meters wide and ten meters deep, you estimate. Sehun lets go of you once he has gently dragged you to the middle and you trace your eyes over the titles on the books that are displayed.

“What section is this?” You ask, first attempting to figure it out for yourself. You’ve never been on the top floor of the library before. Books on economics are on the second tier.

“Our section”, Sehun replies. You turn around to face him, finding him leaning against the shelves at the end of the column, close to the wall. He beams his brightest smile at you and you comply, strolling to the end of the column and doing the same. It doesn’t really matter which section it is, you’re here to relax, you realize.

“Right”, you say and you go to stand against the shelves opposite to Sehun, your hands squished between the books and your butt as you lean against the shelves yourself. “I hear you’re in the music and theatre arts department?” you ask.

“Someone’s got resourceful friends”, Sehun laughs. “Tell me, what else do your sources say about me?” Usually you aren’t as straightforward, but because of the paper conversations you’ve had with him, you feel self-assured and comfortable around him to be honest with him.

“That you’re hawt and that all the girls want you”, you say fearless, cracking a smile. “That’s about it”. Despite knowing Sehun for an hour, you have faith that this answer will satisfy him. He looks like the type who knows what he’s worth. Overconfident, having a bit of an ego.

“Interesting sources you’ve got. So what about you? How do you perceive that observation from your friend, (y/n)?” You did not expect this answer, or better, this question. You stare in front of yourself, having to think twice before you realise what he’s asking exactly. Is he asking me whether I think he’s hot? Whether I want him?

Your brain freezes. Never before did you transform so fast from confident to shy by the words of a guy. Unconsciously, you bite your lower lip, tracing the lines of his salacious body and handsome features with your irises. Your heart beats faster again, this time accompanied by your body which starts to tremble nervously. Ooh fuck he’s so freaking hot, is the only sentence your mind can produce but you’re too scared to say it out loud. Even you realize that, in your mind, you’re sounding desperate for him.

“I’m guessing that means you agree”, Sehun says and pushes himself off the book case behind him. In a split second, you feel his hand cup your cheek and his lips crash onto yours. You’re a bit shocked at first, but soon you follow and close your eyes. His lips move slowly, brushing feather-light kisses on yours, allowing you to tune in on the kiss easily. So soft~ And he smells so good.

Sehun rests the fingertips of his free hand on your waist, caressing it soothingly whilst he deepens the kiss. As he tentatively traces your tongue with his, he lets go of his other hand on your cheek and gently draws a line from behind your ear, down your neck, over your soft spot to the middle of your breasts until his digit reaches the piece of sapphire blue fabric you’re wearing.

You don’t recall kisses to be that- fucking delicious. He tastes so goddamn…- You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer and unbeknownst yourself, you increase the speed of the kiss, trying to conquer his tongue lustfully. You let your fingers glide through his hair, allowing the maximum of your senses to be absorbed by him fully; his fragrance, his touch, his kiss, the sound of your hungry kisses, everything. Everything is focused on him, him and you.

You hear Sehun fiddling in the bookshelves with the hand that just ran over your sweet spot. Perfectly in sync with the moment where he pulls out a book from the shelves, he pulls away from you and leans against the wall at the end of the column. You’re dumbfounded on how he brutally stopped the kiss, witnessing him opening the book somewhere in the middle, looking down at it and ignoring you, not uttering a single word.

You’re offended by his strange behaviour and want to lash out on him for playing you like this, but before you can collect the right words in your mind, you hear the sound of high heels clicking. You behold the balcony, discovering one of the female librarians pass by. Instantaneously, your anger disappears. He just has good ears. You wait until the librarian is a few columns further before you mock him about it.

“Scared to get caught?” you tease, seeing Sehun stuff the book into the shelves next to him instead of positioning it back into its original location.

“Less than you are”, he says and tugs you over to him so that he traps you in his arms, your back leaning against his chest. With his knuckles, he starts caressing your waist at both sides, repeating the up and down motion that tranquilizes you. “Aren’t you scared of what this bad- boy can do to you?” he whispers in your ear, his voice hoarse and raw. You realize he’s referring back to your own words earlier on, but coming from his mouth, you know he has assigned a different meaning to it. To magnify his statement, he nips at your earlobe once, followed by his lips that delight the back of your ear. “You asked me how I’d prove I’m a man”. You’re becoming enticingly ensnared by him, closing your eyes, hearing his every breath pass your ear.

He has successfully captivated your mind and thoughts with words and sexual advances for you to become so stimulated that you don’t answer him, so Sehun decides to work you up a little more. “For you, I can be both. A real man- and a bad, very bad boy”, he says. He initiates kisses behind your ear, puckering gentle ones on the same trail down your neck as before. Oh that feels so fucking good. His kisses are deliberately using a hint of saliva, making you quiver each time he moves on to the next spot, the cold air brushing over the wet, exposed skin making you throb.

You let your head fall back and rest on his shoulder, your breath hitching. When he arrives at your soft spot, you let out a low moan, encouraging him to gently tug on the same skin with his teeth, his tongue flicking over the flesh locked in his mouth. Ofttimes, you exhale deeply at the movements of his soft lips, wet tongue and hungry teeth mixed with his knuckles that keep fondling your waist at a steady rhythm. You feel your insides quiver, clamp, relax and then release, guiding the wetness to your folds. In harmony with your body’s reaction, you violently exhale Sehun’s name.

“Sshhhht”, Sehun whispers in your ear to remind you to be quiet and continues on. You’re both still in the library, after all; there are people down there. Temporary, he lets go of one hand on your waist to pull the zipper on the back of your dress downwards, but only slightly. He’s providing himself better access to your neck and shoulders, finding a second soft spot that makes you bite back a moan.

“We should go somewhere else”, you breathe, desiring more of him. For a second, you believe you can take the lead and turn around to kiss him intensely, but Sehun holds you in your place so you can’t move. Alternatively, he grinds his bulge against you as payback, making you lose control over your breathing. He’s extremely hard.

“Open your eyes”, Sehun orders you and you gasp for air when you do. Not only passer-by’s but also people on the other balcony, the one on the opposite side of the library, are able to see you, should one decide to search for a book there. You are experiencing a cocktail of feelings; arousal, desire, fear and anxiousness. He’s having your mind in the gutter.

“Feel that?”, Sehun asks, his digits now back on both sides of your waist, his index and middle finger slowly lifting your dress up. “It’s called adrenaline”, he whispers and kisses the most sensitive soft spot you have in your neck. “It keeps you awake-”, he says raw and traces his fingers upwards on your thighs. “and can last for hours”, Sehun glides one of his hands over your panties to the centre above your core. “There’s nothing-”, he sinks his hand into your panties without warning and dips two of his fingers between your folds, reaching your clit. “a good fuck can’t fix”, he groans in your ear.

Involuntarily, you release an audible moan and close your eyes again. Sehun uses his free hand to guide your jaw towards him so he can kiss you lustfully, his fingers now hunting for the right rhythm, pressure and movements that will drive you insane. He guides himself by the way he feels you tremble in his chest, how sloppy your kisses become and how the vibration of your breathing increases vigorously.

“Fuck baby, you’re so wet” Sehun murmurs. You crave Sehun so badly, you can’t believe you’re unable to subdue your thoughts and are acting with audacity. At this rate, you’re putting your hopes on him to keep an eye out for passer-by’s. You can’t focus on them anymore, you can only focus on Sehun. On you, in you; you need him. What has he done to you? You moan. “You’re so responsive, you’re driving me crazy” he whispers. “The filthy things you make me want to do to you”.

You let out a small cry when he slides his fingers into your core, his thumb taking over the clit work. He thrusts with them at a steady pace, but one that differs from the pace he’s holding over your clit. You arch your back, your head crushing harder into Sehun’s shoulder. You try to hold your moans to a minimum, but by now you’ve given up on trying to withhold from the heavy and unsteady breathing. It is simply impossible.

Sehun grinds his hardness against you once more and you can’t resist letting out a moan. “Sehun” You manage to alleviate it only a bit.

“Yes baby?” he whispers and he starts sucking a hickey on your neck. With his free hand, he now roams over one of your breasts, kneading eagerly. Despite the multitasking, Sehun doesn’t lose track of the rhythm he’s working on your core and clit. You’re growing closer to reach your high by the second, your breathing transitioning to low whines as the new standard. “You want to cum?”

You try to nod but your body is out of your control already, so you try to whine a silent yes in between. When Sehun catches your plea, he increases his speed and tries to deepen his finger-thrusts on you. A few thrusts in and you reach your high. You scar your lip, biting on it to withhold your moans but they partially still manage to escape through your teeth.

Sehun’s grip on you loosens and you turn around, claiming those hungry kisses you’ve been wanting to steal from him before. Maybe out of desire, maybe out of gratitude that you do so, probably both.

“Baby, your ass is perfect”, Sehun says as he lets his hands caress the rounds of your butt cheeks. He traces them down to move under your dress for the second time, this time locking two of his fingers at the sides of your panties, a finger at each side. Gently, he pushes downward until your panties find their own way to the floor of the book column.

You are getting impatient. For some reason you think Sehun’s slacking off and he needs to understand that you’ve only got twenty minutes to recharge, so you decide to use that time wisely. You start fiddling with his jeans, unhooking the button faster than even Sehun would expect you to be able to. He smirks at the eagerness and quickly helps you. If it wasn’t for him being in the library, he would get rid of his pants completely, but he has to make do with the pants hanging loose on his hips and his erection pulled out of his underwear.

Sehun can’t wait to quench your thirst for him and he lifts you by your thighs, fastening you onto his hips. He makes a one hundred and eighty degree turn, locking you in between him and the end of the column wall. He knows time is precious so he doesn’t even seek for your approval, he knows he has it, and lines himself up before thrusting into you hard. You bite on the same bruise on your lip to withhold your moans routinely.

“Fuck, you’re tight”, Sehun groans and starts to move his hips. You try to meet him with yours but that isn’t as easy as you’d expect, squished between both him and the wall. One of your arms rests over his shoulders whilst the other greedily fists his hair. You haven’t been able to take a glance at his length, but you can tell its thick by how you feel your core stretch for him.

With every thrust, your body adapts to him, allowing him to ease in and out more pleasurably each time. You try to control your breathing, focusing solely on that and one spot below where he leisurely torments you. You’re even too enthralled by all the sensations to realize you both let out a groan at the exact same time.

“Faster”, you plead and Sehun adheres to your request instantly. He thrust deeper, harder, faster and you soon find your mouth on Sehun’s shoulder, hoping to suppress your moans that way. Your entire body feels warm and you try to cling onto Sehun harder. The feeling of fulfilment is mind-boggling.

“You’re so much better. Than I imagined”, Sehun says between thrusts. “Fucking. Good”. “You feel so. Freaking. Good”, he repeats. Your body is wounding tight, craving release. Sehun notices this by how you’re trying everything you can to keep your moans in check so that they’re not too loud, but he’s facing the same problems himself so he forgets to encourage you to keep it down. “You’re. Such. A. good. Girl”.

“Sehun”, you cry silently. It’s another plea.

“I know baby. Hold on just a little longer”, he says and now solely hits all the right spots.

“Please!” you cry once more and a thrust later, you bite on his shoulder. An explosion erupts in you and your groan is still audible despite your efforts. Your walls clench around Sehun and he rides out your high, trying his best not to cry out himself from the perfect pain and pleasure combination you’re giving him. Your body is now being relentless with him, too.

“Ooh, (y/n), fuck!”, Sehun breathes heavily, riding out his own high. He pulls out afterwards, brushing his nose against your face that is still nuzzled into his shoulder. You jerk your head up to face him, his cheeks visibly flushed like you imagine yours to be.

“You did really well”, he compliments you, still holding you up between him and the wall. There’s a certain innocence in your eyes that tempts him to kiss you slowly and passionately. He knows he has been very dominant and rough with you. You might not be in love with him, nevertheless you welcome his kiss wholeheartedly. You agree that it’s a perfect way to end your small adventure.

You pull away slowly, flashing Sehun a smile, when suddenly, you let out a loud scream as you jump off Sehun. Your scream is so loud, that there’s no doubt the three hundred people in the study hall below hear it. At the end of the column, you see a dark, short-haired guy looking at you and Sehun.

Sehun turns around and witnesses the guy run away, then starts laughing.

“What, this isn’t funny”, You panic. “He saw us!”

“Don’t worry, that’s my friend Kyungsoo. He won’t tell anybody”, he assures you and caresses your arm to calm you down.

“You!” You give his chest a lazily push, slightly annoyed that he doesn’t mind as much as you do. You grab your panties, put them on quickly and then start making your way back to your table.

“Hey”, Sehun calls you before you reach the balcony. You turn around, giving him the attention he’s asking for. “I really enjoyed it”, he says softly. You smile. You’ve never dreamed of doing something like this before. You realize that some people might’ve caught you both, but you feel that for once, it was worth it.

“So did I”, you beam back.

“If you want, I’m in search for a new study buddy”, Sehun hints at you.

“Thought you had one? He has lots of water”, you point out.

“Yeah… well… I mean a study buddy for at home?” He tries again.

“I’ll think about it”, you smile and turn on your heel. One minute left. Four tiers down. This is going to be the sprint of a lifetime. Fighting!

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