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pairing;Â yoon jeonghanx f reader
genre;Â smut (minors dni), angst, fluff/romance, comedy
summary; being friends with benefits with jeonghan has never been what you thought it would but taking a trip to Paris with him and the rest of your friends while expecting to keep it a secretâŚthatâs something completely different.
warnings;Â eating/drinking, alcohol, mentions flying in a plane, inaccurate french, a bit of self deprecating thoughts and feelings, hiding a relationship, idiots in love, oral (f receiving), fingering, jealousy, crying (from pleasure and not), petnames, unprotected sex, cum on skin/creampie â as always there might be a warning I am missing but do try.
w/c; 19k and some change (489 words on patreon)
a/n; as always I have to thank @junkissed for not only proofreading but also helping me with coming up with so many brilliant ideas. I also want to thank @wooahaeproductions for lending me her brilliant brain and offering so many beautiful ideas. -- after much thought i have decided to sporadically release some of my older patreon exclusives if and when i am feeling generous. since i am working on tkg and unable to release anything the way i would like to i posted a bonus for patreon subscribers and i am releasing this to you all here on tumblr. i hope you enjoy it. to those of you who were less than kind when i first posted it, i hope this teaches you a lesson of patience and humility. if you had been nicer to me this might have came to tumblr sooner.
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âIâll try not to slobber on your shoulder.âÂ
You roll your eyes with a faint laugh at Mingyuâs words as he sits on your right in the aisle seat. The âfasten seatbeltâ sign had just turned off and a quick glance at your phone told you that the plane had been in the air for about an hour. It was going to be a long 13 hour flight to Paris and while Mingyu was settling in to take a nap, you werenât sure you were going to be following suit.Â
Jeonghan purses his lips, watching you shift in your seat. You looked restless and he understood the feeling. While he felt like he could get up and take a walk along the aisle, beside him, Dokyeom was snuggled up against the window, watching a movie on the screen in front of him.Â
Slipping out of his seat, Jeonghan leans to bump his hip against Mingyu, only to make the man groan, opening his eyes in annoyance. You were looking up at your friend curiously, your brows furrowed as he pursed his lips and jutted his thumb back over to where he had been sitting just a moment before.Â
âTrade with me.âÂ
Confusion slowly spreads across Mingyuâs face as he looks from Jeonghan to you and back up at the other man. Lifting his brows, Jeonghan sighs and waves his hands as if trying to hurry Mingyu out of his seat, as if he were in the wrong spot, when clearly Mingyu had known he was supposed to sit beside you.Â
âWhat? You serious?â
âThe fuck, you mean, am I serious? Iâm talking, arenât I?â Letting out another sigh, Jeonghan gestures towards Dokyeom once again.â GyuâŚGo sit beside Dokyeom and cuddle with him. Clearly, you both want to sleep and Y/N isnât going to. I want someone to talk to.âÂ
Groaning, Mingyu looks back at you as you give him a soft, pouty smile, reaching up to pat his cheek as he begrudgingly gives up his spot to Jeonghan. Sliding past the smaller man, Mingyu narrows his eyes at him, only to get a smirk in return as Jeonghan slips into the seat with a happy sigh.Â
Dokyeom glances over to Mingyu as he slumps down in the seat, pulling his blanket over his legs, as he watches Jeonghan look over at you with a grin on his face. There was something weird about what had just happened but he couldnât put his finger on it. Shrugging, Mingyu glances towards the movie playing in front of Dokyeom as he leans his head to rest it on his friendâs shoulder, watching it on mute as his eyes get heavy.Â
âJeonghanâŚYou are so full of shit.âÂ
Your words draw Jeonghanâs attention as he adjusts his seat, leaning it back to get more comfortable beside you. It was going to be a long ass flight but his traveling companion had just gotten exponentially more attractive.Â
âWhy? Did I lie?âÂ
Rolling your eyes, you glance away from Jeonghan and out of the window as he smiles at you. Yoon Jeonghan was one of your best friends. When the idea of going on this group trip to Paris came up, you werenât sure if you wanted to go but it had been him who had talked you into it. There were plenty of reasons not to go but in his opinion, there were even more reasons to go.Â
Your relationship with Jeonghan was complicated. It hadnât started out that way. You had met him along with the rest of your friends in college. All of you were studying different things but at the end of the day, it was your personalities that had led you all together.Â
Kim Mingyu had been the first friend that you had made and your gateway into the group. Many others had come and gone but by the end of four grueling years at university, there were fourteen of you that had stuck together and now ten of you are on a plane for a once in a lifetime vacation.Â
When you donât answer him right away, Jeonghan lets his eyes run along your neck and up to your pretty face. He had always had a harder time than some of the others when it came to keeping it platonic with you. Then, last Halloween, Jeonghan found out he wasnât the only one struggling with that feeling.Â
Maybe it had been the alcohol or maybe it had been all of the tension in the air but in a dark corner of Seungcheolâs apartment, you and Jeonghan had shared your first heated kiss. That kiss had turned into a long conversation the next day, which led to an even longer discussion about how neither one of you wanted to fuck up your friendship.Â
âWe will just have rules, Y/N.âÂ
You had sighed as Jeonghan had run his fingers along your jaw, tilting your head up so he could look at your face as he spoke. You hadnât wanted to agree to the idea of being friends with benefits but the ache between your thighs every time you looked at him had been enough to keep you listening and to make your lips part as he had ran his thumb under your bottom lip.Â
âIf either one of us wants to stop, we just say it. No deep conversations have to happen. My only rule is that if you are going to fuck someone else, tell me. I donât want to be second best.âÂ
Jeonghan had listened to you whining softly under your breath as his fingernails scratched along the side of your head at your hairline. He had known you wanted it as much as he did but what he didnât know was that it was going to hurt you just as much as it was already hurting him. It seemed like such a simple solution to how he was feeling. He would get to have you in his life even more. He would get to fuck you as much as possible, but then youâd leave every single fucking time and it would start to hurt every single fucking time.Â
Turning back towards Jeonghan as you feel his eyes moving along your skin, you fight the urge to move closer to him in your seat. You werenât alone on the plane and your friends werenât that far from you, with Mingyu and Dokyeom sitting diagonally across the aisle and Jihoon and Joshua behind you.Â
âYou could have kept Dokyeom awake to talk.âÂ
Smirking, Jeonghan purses his lips as he moves to lean across you, pulling down the shade on the window, leaving you and him both veiled in the low light of the cabin. You sigh as you feel his fingers slide along your forearm to your wrist, his fingernails causing chillbumps to spread along your skin as he draws small circles on your skin.Â
âI donât want to talk to Dokyeom, I want to talk to you.âÂ
Sighing softly, you glance down at your hand as Jeonghan runs his fingers along yours before linking his hand with yours. You knew the light was dim enough that no one would see and that if anyone did, they probably wouldnât ask too many questions because Jeonghan was just a touchy guy to begin with. What you didnât know was why your heart was in your throat. You didnât know why your friend with benefits even wanted to hold your hand in the first place.Â
âListenâŚIâm just saying we already came up with the rooming arrangements before we even got on the fucking plane. Why are you two being such bitches about it now?âÂ
You sigh, leaning against Mingyuâs arm, as Joshua stares at Seungkwan and Chan in the hotel lobby. You already knew who you were rooming with and he was doing a great job holding you up at the moment. It was just the youngest of your group who were being cry babies about their rooms.Â
âWe are here for a week, Shua! If you had to spend every single night in a room with Lee Chan, youâd bitch a little bit about it too.âÂ
Groaning, Jihoon rolls his suitcase towards the group, causing Soonyoung to whine as his roommate swipes the card from Seungkwanâs hand before offering his to Chan.Â
âWhy do I have to lose my best friend over this?âÂ
Jeonghan laughs at Soonyoungâs dramatics as Chan pouts, knowing Soonyoung was going to be upset at him for the rest of the day because of the rooming arrangement. You watch the eldest of the group pat Joshua on the back as he gestures for Dokyeom to head for the elevator.Â
âCome on, Y/N. You look like you could use a nap.âÂ
Hearing your name, you blink up at Mingyu before offering him a tired smile. There had been little sleep on the plane. You had never been good at sleeping on transportation but between that and Yoon Jeonghan at your side, it had been a battle you were destined to lose.Â
Holding the door back, Jeonghan purses his lips, waiting for you and Mingyu to get in before he presses the button, causing Joshua and Jun to throw up their hands when the door starts to close in their faces.Â
âOops! Itâs full!âÂ
You knew Jeonghan was being a menace. The lack of sleep was adding another level to his usual antics. Leaning against the elevator wall, Jeonghan watches as you sigh, your head leaned forward as Mingyu stands beside you, his and your luggage in hand as the elevator climbs. He had wondered on the plane if there was a way to switch rooms but that would be too obvious and Mingyu had already looked like a kicked puppy when he had made him give up his seat.Â
With a final ding, the elevator doors open to a long hallway. Glancing at the wall, Mingyu mutters under his breath before taking a left before looking back at you with a laugh that comes to a stop to let you catch up to him.Â
âCome on, Squirt. We are in 546.âÂ
Jeonghan rolls his eyes, following behind you and Mingyu, not even noticing the look that Dokyeom is giving him. While Mingyu didnât seem to realize the relationship that was right in front of him, Dokyeom wasnât as oblivious. He knew there had been something different for months, even if Jeonghan wouldnât tell him what it was.Â
âDonât plot his murder yet, heâs not flirting. Sheâs like his sister.âÂ
Dokyeomâs voice is barely over a whisper but Jeonghan still looks at him as if he is announcing his words to the world. It was that sort of wide eyed, deer caught in the headlights look that told Dokyeom that he was right.Â
âIâshut up. I know that. Heâs just dumb. Iâm not doing anything.âÂ
Chuckling under his breath, Dokyeom nods along with Jeonghanâs rambling as the two watch you and Mingyu open your hotel door before you offer them both a quick smile and wave, disappearing into the room and leaving them in the hallway.Â
âSure, man. Whatever you say, you have the key.âÂ
Waking up to a dimly lit room, you wince at the pain behind your eyes as you try to look around at the other bed, seeing it still made and empty. There was no sign of Mingyu in the room besides his now empty suitcase at the end of his bed and a few of his things strewn about on a couch in the corner of the room.Â
You hadnât meant to nap for as long as you clearly had but the flight had been long and now you were feeling bad about how much you must be missing from the trip. It wasnât like there was a planned itinerary for every single day, but you did have some plans as a group and with different people. Otherwise, you were free to travel the city or use your time as you saw fit. Apparently, for the first few hours spent in Paris, you saw fit to snore into a very comfortable pillow.Â
Reaching for your phone, you whine at the headache plaguing you as you look through your texts, seeing a few that you had missed along with a couple phone calls.Â
[Missed call: Cheol at 11:30 a.m.]
[Missed call: Cheol at 2:16 p.m.]Â
Cheol: I talked to Gyu. He said you passed the fuck out. Call me later. Wish I was there. đ
Mingyu: Going out with Shua and Jun~~ be back later. Love you đ
Jeonghan: Are you awake yet? Letâs order room service.
Sighing, you tap Jeonghanâs message first, hovering over the keyboard before finally replying.Â
Y/N: I just woke up. Mingyu is out.Â
Jeonghan had been awake for about an hour longer than you so when you finally text him back, he glances down at his cellphone resting on his stomach with a soft smile. At least he had been smiling until you mentioned Mingyu.Â
Jeonghan: I know where he is. I wasnât asking to order room service with him.Â
Y/N: FineâŚ
While you didnât sound entirely convincing, Jeonghan wasnât going to turn down the chance to spend some time alone with you. He knew where Mingyu was along with Dokyeom and he knew they would be gone, at least for a few more hours.Â
Sliding off the bed, you move into the bathroom to grab some pain reliever, making it back to the mini fridge by the time you hear the knock at the door. Leaning to pull the door open, you meet Jeonghanâs eyes before his gaze slowly moves over your frame and back up to your face as he slips into the room, closing and locking the door behind him.Â
âI didnât think you were ever gonna wake up. I almost asked Mingyu to let me in before he left.âÂ
Scoffing, you swallow your medicine with a gulp of water as you feel Jeonghanâs fingers sliding along your hip. You knew he was kidding, at least mostly. As far as you knew, he didnât want anyone to know he was fucking you and you didnât want to fuck up your friendship with him, no matter how much it hurt to be a dirty little secret.Â
âSo he could ask you why?âÂ
Shaking his head, Jeonghan lets you pull away from him as you move back to your bed, flopping down on it with a groan. He had noticed the medicine in your hand and he could see the way your brows were furrowed. He had known you long enough to know the signs of your headaches and when you werenât feeling well. Sitting down next to you, Jeonghan runs his hand along your leg to the end of your shorts as you look at your phone, responding to the rest of your text messages.Â
âHe could have asked why. I donât care. You want me to just pick something for us to eat?âÂ
Wrinkling your nose, lost in thought, you glance at Jeonghan as his fingers push under the leg of your shorts, a concerned look on his face. He was full of shit 90% of the time but there were times when the two of you were alone that he made your heart tighten in your chest.Â
âMm, yeah. Just gonna call Cheol back and wait for this medicine to kick in.â
Nodding, Jeonghan watches you for a moment longer before leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips, causing you to close your eyes and return it as your fingers barely hold on to your cell phone. There was no reason for him to kiss you.Â
When the two of you came up with the rules of your relationship, there were no strings attached. It had started out with no kisses goodbye, but that rule had quickly been broken. Then the no sleeping over rule had been broken more than once by both of you, and now Jeonghan was sending your brain into a frenzy with such a sweet gesture as he smiled against your lips before sitting back to take out his own phone, pulling up the room service menu.Â
Swallowing hard, you furrow your brows, lifting your fingers to press them against your lips as you make yourself pull your eyes away from the handsome man in front of you and back to your phone, pressing down on Seungcheolâs name. You knew it was late in Korea but not so late that he wouldnât still be awake.Â
âHeyâŚdidnât think Iâd hear from you today.âÂ
Seungcheolâs voice makes you pout. You could hear the sadness in his tone as he leaned back in his gaming chair. You had offered to stay back and hang out with him but between his insistence that you go and Jeonghanâs whining, you had paid for your ticket, leaving an injured Seungcheol under the care of your other friends who couldnât make the trip.Â
âSorry, I was so tired from the flight. How are you feeling today?âÂ
Scoffing, Seungcheol looks down at the brace on his knee before leaning his head back in annoyance, not really at your question but at the situation.Â
âFine. Minghao went with me to rehab and then Vernon and Wonwoo hung out and played some games earlier.â Pursing his lips, Seungcheol glances out his window at the lights of the city, listening to the sounds of the traffic compared to the quiet sounds of your conversation. âHowâs Paris?âÂ
Jeonghan closes one eye in thought before turning his phone towards you to ask if his order was okay, only getting a nod before you sigh and give your attention back to the phone call. You had been disappointed when any of the group had been unable to come along but especially Seungcheol. He and Mingyu were like family more than they were friends and now part of your family had a torn ACL and was stuck in his apartment playing video games and eating takeout while you were visiting a foreign country.Â
âIâm glad they are taking care of you. We miss you. I havenât seen much other than the back of my eyelids, Cheollie.âÂ
You say we before you even think about what you are saying, causing Jeonghan and unknown to you, Seugncheol to furrow their brows. It wasnât like you had lied; Jeonghan had wanted his best friend to come on the trip but it wasnât like he knew that he was in the room. Â
âWeâŚâ Smirking to himself, Seungcheol shifts in his chair, reaching out to move his mouse across his screen to open his game back up, knowing he was going to end the phone call sooner than he had even anticipated. âTell Han I said hi. Call me tomorrow. Love you.âÂ
Groaning, you avoid Jeonghanâs eyes as he searches your face, seeing a look of embarrassment wash over your expression. Your relationship with Jeonghan was a secret from most of the group but it had been Seungcheolâs apartment that you had been making out with Jeonghan in and he wasnât an idiot.Â
âShut upâŚÂ IâCheol says hi.â Sighing, you watch Jeonghan lean his head back, realizing what had happened as you finished up your phone call. âLove you too; talk to you tomorrow.âÂ
Lowering your phone, you meet Jeonghanâs eyes as he stares at you, tilting his head. You could see the question on his face but you werenât sure you were up to answering it. Instead, you toss your phone down on the bed and groan as he watches your dramatics, putting his hand back on your thigh unable to stop the smile that pulls at his lips.Â
âWe miss you, Cheollie.â You could hear the teasing in Jeonghanâs voice even as you lifted your arm to rest it over your face. âWhy did he assume it was me?âÂ
Groaning his name, you turn on your back, causing Jeonghanâs hand to slide to your inner thigh, where he lets it rest. You squirm slightly, feeling his thumb rub small circles along your skin as he watches you closely much to your dismay.Â
âProbably because Mingyu is out and he has already talked to him.âÂ
You fail to tell Jeonghan the part about how Seungcheol also knows that you are fucking Jeonghan but he is nice enough to only tease you sometimes about how much itâs going to break your heart one day. Sliding your arm from your face, you sigh as Jeonghanâs fingers start to work into the tight muscle of your thigh. It felt good; it was a nice gesture but you knew there was an ulterior motive to it.Â
âWe canât do anything while we are here, Jeonghan. We have no idea when Mingyu will be back, and I donât ââÂ
An annoyed groan slipping from between Jeonghanâs lips makes you fall silent as he slides up in bed and between your legs to hover over you on the bed. Your heart was beginning to race from the image of him above you to the thrill of the situation. You really didnât know when Mingyu was coming back from his outing and the food could be delivered at any moment.Â
âWe are in Paris and you are going to lay on this bed and tell me that we arenât going to fuck while we are here?âÂ
Slotting his leg between your thighs, Jeonghan smirks when he hears a whine get caught in your throat. There were many things he loved but one of them was feeling the warmth of your pussy, clothed or not, against his thigh. He loved when you would instinctively start to buck your hips against his leg just from the desire to feel any sort of release because you had to chase it.Â
âY/NâŚbabyâŚprincessâŚmy beautiful angelâŚâÂ
All the pet names that fall from Jeonghanâs silver tongue cause your fingers to dig into the comforter as you try to fight the urge to roll your hips against his thigh. You canât help but lift your right hand, grabbing for something more substantial, and find Jeonghanâs shirt when you feel his lips press against your neck as he kisses up to your ear. With each kiss, Jeonghan speaks and allows his warm breath to tempt you even further.Â
âI might actually die if I canât have you this entire time.â You knew he was being dramatic but you could also feel how hard Jeonghan was getting against your thigh so he was doing a good job of convincing you that he was telling you the truth. âWe can be so careful. Iâll make it worth it.âÂ
You knew he would keep that promise. Every time with Jeonghan was worth it. No matter how much you tried to lie to yourself, even the cracks that were starting to line your heart and the stress building in your mind were worth it.Â
Jeonghan whines your name against your jaw as his hand pulls your hips up and tighter against his thigh. He could feel the way you were starting to roll your hips and it made him want to lay on the bed under you and watch you ride his cock like that until he filled you full of his cum. He wanted nothing more than to keep you like this forever, to make this simple like it was in his head but his heart was making it complicated. His heart had made it complicated from day one.Â
âBonjour, service en chambre.âÂ
The voice of someone on the other side of the door and a stern knock pull you and Jeonghan from your lust filled haze quickly. With an annoyed groan, Jeonghan rests his head against your shoulder before nodding against it as the man announces himself again, trying to get any response from the room.Â
âOui, une minute, s'il vous plaĂŽt.âÂ
Meeting your eyes, Jeonghan takes a deep breath before sliding off the bed to adjust his sweatpants. You could hear the frustration in Jeonghanâs sighs as he ran his fingers through his dark hair, moving towards the door and letting you sit up on the bed. In reality, there was nothing for either of you to be upset about. He had placed the order so it wasnât surprising that it was being delivered in a timely manner.Â
âMerciâŚâ
The word falls from Jeonghanâs lips like venom as he takes the bags from the man before slamming the door in his face. Turning back to face you, Jeonghan gives you an incredulous look, finding you pressing your lips together and trying not to laugh at him. He didnât find anything about the situation funny.Â
âI got cock blocked and you are laughing?âÂ
Smiling, you reach your hand out to help Jeonghan with one of the bags, taking out the drinks and sitting them on the nightstand out of any danger of spilling, as he grumbles under his breath. You canât help but laugh again, opening both straws and finding him pouting at you.Â
âYou didnât even offer him a tip. Are you that pissed off?âÂ
Opening one of the containers with more force than necessary, Jeonghan grabs one of the forks, stabbing at a piece of pasta and lifting it to his lips, still pouting.Â
âIs your cock still hard and not wet, Y/N? Oh, thatâs right, you donât have a cock that gets painfully hard every time you look at your incredibly hot giâfriend.âÂ
Coughing as he takes a bite of food, Jeonghan looks down as he almost slips up on his wording, hoping you wonât notice. You just furrow your brows, your straw pursed on your lips, as you watch him for a moment before taking a sip and tilting the drink towards him, offering it to him to do the same.Â
You werenât sure what you had heard. You knew what you wanted to hear but at the same time, did you? What would that mean? So instead of lingering on it, you focus on the rest of his nonsense, letting Jeonghan off the hook for his slip up.Â
âNo, I donât have a cock but I do get horny. You act like girls donât get just as horny as guys. Itâs not my fault that I can just hide it better.âÂ
Scoffing, Jeonghan leans towards you, taking a sip of your drink before turning his fork towards you to offer you a bite of the pasta, feeling the warmth that had risen in his neck and face starting to fade. Maybe he had just gotten lucky and you hadnât caught the word he had almost used to refer to you or maybe you were just being nice. Either way, he wasnât going to push the subject if you werenât.Â
Watching you take the bite from the fork, Jeonghan lets his eyes move over your face, lingering on your eyes. You were so beautiful, it was painful, and he was being honest when he said he didnât want to waste the time the two of you had in Paris. It would be a waste to fly so far and not indulge in you as much as he could.Â
You furrow your brows as Jeonghanâs eyes fall to the bed, the two of you eating mostly in silence until finally you are the first one to break the tension as you groan, rubbing your hand over your stomach with a grin on your face. Jeonghan canât help but smile once again, feeling endeared by you as he takes another sip of drink before putting it back on the nightstand.Â
âFull?âÂ
Nodding, you stretch on as Jeonghan works to close containers and cleans up, moving around your room. You watch as he glances back at you, his eyes moving along the length of your body, to the arch of your back when you whine into a yawn. Smiling, you reach for your phone, checking your messages, and at the same time feeling him lay on the bed next to you, slender fingers barely graving over your stomach, before Jeonghan slides his hand under your shirt to have contact with your skin.Â
âIâm not.âÂ
Your laugh makes Jeonghan smile. The smile is genuine and fullânot one of his half smiles that he would give to just anyone. No, this smile is one that is meant just for you. Reaching up to take your phone out of your hand, Jeonghan whispers your name and you can hear the need and desire laced in his voice like a question. With your brows furrowed, you can only meet his eyes and nod before his lips are back on yours.Â
Whimpered moans slip into Jeonghanâs mouth as his fingers slide under the top of your shorts and between your legs. It was one thing to feel you against his thigh and it was another to feel your wet pussy on his fingers.Â
Jeonghan groans into the kiss. He canât help the smile that pulls at his lips, feeling you lift your hips towards his hand as his fingers spread your folds. Between breathy kisses, the sticky, wet sounds of Jeonghanâs fingers teasing you are all you can hear, even as you mutter, begging him for more.Â
âMore? Like what? What do you want, beautiful?âÂ
Squeezing your eyes shut tightly, you practically sob out a moan of frustration at Jeonghanâs question. You knew how much he liked you to tell him exactly what you wanted and he knew how much you just wanted him to give him everything. Pushing your head back against the pillow, you bite at your bottom lip only to have Jeonghanâs teeth pull it from yours with a dark laugh.Â
âWhat do you want, Y/N? My fingers or my mouth?âÂ
Tears run from your eyes along your temples as Jeonghanâs lips press against yours teasingly. He was driving you crazy with his light touches to your clit, and it was making it hard to think and even harder to speak. Arching your back, you gasp Jeonghanâs name as his thumb and forefinger close around your clit, rolling the small bud between his fingers, waiting for you to speak.Â
âAhâfuck! BothâŚplease? Please, just give me both. I canât stand it.âÂ
It had been longer than Jeonghan would have liked since he had been in your bed and normally he would be more strict. Normally he would make you pick one thing and draw out your orgasm until you were begging him through tears for more, but just feeling your slick arousal on his fingers made Jeonghan weak for you.Â
Moving to his knees, Jeonghan pushes his fingers into the top of your shorts and underwear. You only manage a soft whimper of his name as he slides them down your legs and tosses them onto the floor before letting his eyes roam over you. Licking his lips, Jeonghan slides his hands under your knees, pulling your hips down in bed as he lays on his stomach so that your pussy is level with his face.Â
âFuckâŚJeonghan, please? Stop teasinââÂ
Running his tongue from your entrance to the top of your mound, Jeonghan silences you as he groans to your taste. It really had been too long since he had been between your legs and he was starving. The food had been nothing in comparison to this and he was feeling almost feral after a single drop of you on his tongue.Â
Long, slender fingers part your folds as Jeonghan moves his other hand from under your leg to circle your dripping hole with his middle finger as you moan his name. He could play you like a well tuned instrument and he knew every note by heart.Â
Turning his hand palm up, Jeonghan groans under his breath, feeling your warm, soft walls welcome in his finger and tighten around them. He could just imagine how good you would feel on his cock and it had him leaking profusely in his sweatpants as he willed himself not to rut against the bed, lowering his head to flick his tongue at your throbbing clit.Â
There have been few people in your life who made you feel as good in bed as Yoon Jeonghan and there were none who looked as good as him between your thighs. No oneâs hair felt as good between your fingers as you held them against you; their lips wrapped around your clit as their fingers steadily pushed you towards heaven. No, that was only Yoon Jeonghan.Â
You tasted better than anything that Jeonghan could imagine. He had wanted this from the moment that he had walked into the room and now that he was lucky enough to be between your legs, he could feel his head going fuzzy with just thoughts of you. You were like a drug that he could never get enough of.Â
It was the feeling of your velvet walls clenching around his fingers as he pushed you over the edge and the sounds of your sweet little moans that caused Jeonghan to almost lose it. Words almost escape between his lipsâthree little words that could ruin everything. Closing his eyes tightly, Jeonghan buries his face against you to silence himself, enjoying the taste of your cum on his tongue until the sound of your phone causes him to furrow his brows.Â
Your fingers tear at the bedding under you as Jeonghan tries his best to pull another orgasm from you until the familiar sound of your ringtone starts to play from beside you on the bed. Gasping for a full breath, you glance over to see Chanâs face as Jeonghan looks up at you from between your legs with a disappointed look on his face.Â
âLet it go to voicemail.âÂ
That was one option but if Chan was calling you, there had to be a reason. Whining, you slide your hand across the bed, listening to Jeonghan groan in annoyance, laying his face against your thigh as you do. Licking your lips, you catch your breath before putting your phone on your chest and answering the phone while speaking, hoping it will mask some of your labored breathing.Â
âChan? Whatâs up?âÂ
Closing his eyes tightly, Jeonghan shakes his head as you answer the phone, knowing he isn't getting laid now. First, the hotel staff had bad timing and now Lee Chan was cock blocking him. Glancing back up at you and the phone, Jeonghan shifts to his elbow, leaning to wipe his lips as Chan finally speaks up, his voice instantly breaking your heart.Â
âY/NâŚI forgot my key. Soonyoung is in the room and wonât answer the phone. Heâs still mad about earlier and you apparently have to have the key to get back into the hotel past a certain time.âÂ
Rolling his eyes, Jeonghan lets out a light scoff, causing you to shoot daggers from your eyes in his direction. You could hear that Chan was drunk and you had always had a soft spot for the younger boys in your group of friends. You had taken on the big sister role very quickly and took it seriously. Throwing his hands up, Jeonghan mouths âwhat?â in your direction at the look of disappointment on your face at his reaction before you simply roll your eyes and slide off the bed to pick up your shorts, sliding them back up your legs as you speak to Chan.Â
âIâll come down and let you in and then we will go talk to Soonyoung. Give me like five minutes.âÂ
Tossing your phone back on to the bed, you move past Jeonghan as he whines your name, trying to grab your hand, only to find your fingers slipping from his. He knew he was being selfish but fuck, he felt like he deserved it just a little bit. Every once in a while, people could be a little selfish and enjoy the company of theirâ Even in his head, he couldnât think of the right word to call you, so Jeonghan watched you from the bathroom door instead as you freshened up.Â
âCan we try again later?âÂ
Sighing, you glance at Jeonghan through the mirror as he leans his head against the door frame, a look of disappointment on his face that almost shatters your resolve. You wanted to be less âeasyâ and say maybe or maybe not but instead you just nod and try to walk past him, feeling Jeonghanâs hand slide around your waist. Soft lips press against yours and you feel your knees start to give at the feeling and at how much you want to pull Jeonghan back into your bed.Â
âIâll text you in a bit.âÂ
Six words and Jeonghan leaves you standing in your room, feeling confused and lost. Only the sound of a text and a selfie of a pouty Chan sitting on the steps, asking for a rescue, pulls you back to reality.Â
Your fingers move along the rows of silk and satin on the rack as you purse your lips. It wasnât that the dresses werenât gorgeous. All of them were and all of them cost half of your rent. Mingyu lifts his gaze towards you as he pulls a shirt from a rack, putting it up to his body, before turning towards the mirror to judge his choice.Â
âYou canât tell what they look like unless you actually look at them.âÂ
Mingyu was your favorite shopping partner. You found out years ago that he loved to shop even more than you did. He had a great eye for what would look good on you and you were grateful for that because you seemed to lack that ability.Â
âThey are so expensive, Gyu.âÂ
Nodding, Mingyu glances at the tag of the shirt held against his chest before sighing and draping it over his arm. You glance up at the man as he moves beside you, being a lot more thorough with the dresses than you had been.Â
âItâs my treat. We need to find you something pretty to wear for tonight. You are going out with Jeonghan, right?âÂ
You feel the heat rise in your cheeks as you stumble over your feet, trying to take a step away from your best friend. Lifting his brow, Mingyu just smirked, taking one of the dresses from the rackâa long sleeved, soft mint green dress with a deep V neckline.Â
âIâMingyuâŚfirst of all, no. I canât let you buy it. Secondly, noâŚÂ Itâs dinner with Jeonghan and Dokyeom.âÂ
Shaking his head, Mingyu moves closer, holding the dress up to you and reaching out with one hand to hold the long sleeve to your arm. Pursing his lips, Mingyu glances over his shoulder at the shop attendant, furrowing his brows, trying to remember anything he had practiced in French.Â
âUm⌠Excusez-moi. Salle des vĂŞtements ?âÂ
Smiling, you furrow your brows at Mingyuâs attempt to ask for a fitting room as the girl just smiles at him and lifts her brows, speaking in English as she gestures towards the back of the store.Â
âThere are fitting rooms this way.âÂ
Laying the dress over his arm along with his shirt, Mingyu shrugs before looking back at you as you laugh under your breath.Â
âWhat? What did I say?âÂ
âYou asked for the clothes room. I mean, not too far off.âÂ
Sighing, Mingyu walks beside you before offering the pretty store attendant a dazzling smile before she leaves the two of you alone to try on your outfits.Â
âWell, itâs not like thatâs the first time Iâve looked like an idiot in front of a woman. I donât know how to say "fittingâ in French.â Offering you the dress, Mingyu lifts his brows as you start to whine, looking at the price tag. âTry it on, Y/N.âÂ
You slide your fingers over the silk, taking the dress from Mingyu, before going behind the curtain. The dress was beautiful. It was not what you would have picked for yourself just because you werenât sure it was something you could pull off. The V of the neck was deep and would show off your collarbones. It would take at least ten minutes to button all of the buttons that led from your waist to your chest but by the time you were finished, you were even speechless as you stared at the mirror.Â
Adjusting the white button up over his chest, Mingyu turns to the side and nods at his appearance in the mirror before looking at the curtain you had disappeared behind. He knew you were going to look good but he also knew that your self esteem was going to get the better of you without a little push.Â
âY/NâŚcome on, get your ass outâohâŚâÂ
Words fall silent on Mingyuâs lips when you open the curtain, your leg peeking from the large slit that rests at the top of your thigh as you move into the center of the fitting room area towards the larger mirror where he stood. You were his best friend and more like a sister but he was also a guy at the end of the day and he had eyes. You were stunning.Â
âIs it awful? I told you that nothing in this place would look right on me.âÂ
Shaking his head, Mingyu steps behind you, taking your shoulders to put you in front of the large mirror where lights would shine down on you, allowing you to see better how well the dress truly fits you. It hugged in all the right places and flowed in others.Â
âYou are fucking beautiful. Yoon Jeonghan is going to lose his damn mind.âÂ
Jeonghan couldnât stop staring at you. He knew that the restaurant that the three of you had chosen to go to was nice but when he had met you in the lobby of the hotel with Dokyeom and you had been in that dress... Jeonghan had almost lost his mind.Â
You smile as Dokyeom walks beside you, his cheerful voice causing your face to light up like a star in the sky, while Jeonghan struggles to think straight. How could anyone be around you without wanting you? Jeonghan wasnât sure how Dokyeom could act normal around you when you looked like you had stepped out of Jeonghanâs dreams.Â
Jeonghan was in love. He had known it for a while now but looking at you now, in that dress, under the Parisian street lamps... He couldnât tell himself it was just lust anymore.Â
Glancing up at the sign for the restaurant, you can feel Jeonghanâs eyes on you. They hadnât left you for the entire walk from the hotel to the restaurant. You felt like you were going to float away under his gaze but the only thing keeping you tethered to the ground was Dokyeom.Â
âThe reservations are under your name, Y/N.âÂ
Jeonghanâs voice brings your attention to him fully and you feel your cheeks heat up as if you were standing in front of an open flame. He looked incredible. You were all dressed up. The restaurant wasnât incredibly fancy but it was considered fine dining so you all wanted to look the part. Jeonghan had chosen dark jeans, a dark button up with a jacket, and brown boots. Everything fits him perfectly and makes your mouth feel dry.Â
âRightâŚIâll check in. Be right back.âÂ
Two sets of eyes watch you but one lingers longer before Jeonghan finally pulls his eyes from the door to focus on Dokyeom with a long sigh.Â
âY/N looks fantastic tonight, donât you think?âÂ
That was one way to put it. Jeonghan just scoffs into a laugh, lifting his hand to run it over his lips before nodding and narrowing his eyes, thinking about how to answer that question and what he even wanted to say. He knew what he wanted but he knew it would upset you if you found out. Fuck it.Â
âShe looks beautiful.â Moving in closer to Dokyeom, Jeonghan watches the man lean his head back a bit, almost out of concern. His eyes widen as if the shorter man was going to hit him before Jeonghan smooths Dokyeomâs jacket and smiles. âIf you make up a reason to leave now, I'll give you 50 bucks or literally anything you want.âÂ
Laughing, Dokyeom tilts his head, thinking it has to be a joke, until he meets Jeonghanâs eyes and sees the serious look of desperation in them. He knew that his friend liked you but maybe it was reaching that point where he was willing to admit it to himself and you.
Swallowing hard, Dokyeom glances towards the door to see you smiling at the hostess, your eyes glancing towards him as you give him an apologetic look and say something else to the woman. There was no way he wasnât going to get a guilt trip from you for leaving but if he didn't, Jeonghan might actually hit him.Â
âIâfuck man. Y/N is gonna be pissed at me. Sheâs the one who wanted us to all get dinner together, but...âÂ
One more look into Jeonghanâs eyes and Dokyeom felt his excuse crumble. He could see how important this was to Jeonghan and now it felt important to him too.Â
âYeahâŚalright. Iâll come upââÂ
âOkay! So she said, like ten more minutes.âÂ
Stepping back from Jeonghan, Dokyeom clears his throat before smiling just a bit too big at you. You knew something was different but you just couldnât put your finger on it. Jeonghan was pretty good at lying to you or at least at pulling something over on you but Dokyeom wasnât.Â
âI am so sorry but I have to get back to the hotel. Rain check on dinner.âÂ
Watching your face fall, Dokyeom feels his stomach tighten as you take a step towards him and he takes a step back, knowing that if you press him too much for answers, he will crumble.Â
âWhat? You were so excited. Why?âÂ
Lifting his hands, Dokyeom gestures back towards the hotel and itâs as if you can see the gears moving in his head as he thinks of an excuse on his feet.Â
âUhâŚMinâMingyu. Yep, Mingyu texted me. He wants my help with something. So I gotta go, right now. Like right now. Bye!âÂ
Starting to speak, you end up closing your mouth as Dokyeom lets out a squeal, quickly moving away from you into the flow of people heading away from the restaurant. Narrowing your eyes, you look back to Jeonghan, who rubs his lips together before smiling sweetly at you and lifting his hand, offering it to you.Â
âLooks like itâs just us, baby.âÂ
Pushing your tongue into your cheek, you roll your eyes at Jeonghan before turning from his hand, realizing he must have had something to do with Dokyeomâs quick departure. You sigh as you feel his arms wrap around your waist from behind, Jeonghanâs chin resting on your shoulder as he smiles next to your ear before pouting.Â
âWhat? Are you mad at me? I didnât leave.âÂ
Leaning your head away from his lips, you hear Jeonghan let out a long sigh as you all but reject him again. Fingers tighten around your waist, pulling you back against him, and Jeonghanâs brows furrow deeply.Â
âY/NâŚseriously?â A quick glance from you has Jeonghan leaning his head back with a groan before he nods, giving in. âYes, I asked him to leave. Is that what you wanted to hear?âÂ
Your features soften at Jeonghanâs confession. You had figured that he had asked Dokyeom to leave but you hadnât really expected him to tell you. You had expected to argue with him to the point that he would lie about it and then tell you the truth around the time for dessert. What was different about tonight?Â
âIâwhat? YesâŚI didnât want you to lie to me.âÂ
Jeonghanâs hands slide from your waist as he begrudgingly lets you stand on your own, as if coming to the realization that you donât want to be held or to hold his hand. You watch as his eyes widen, a small smile pulling at his lips when you slide your hand along his.Â
âMademoiselle?âÂ
Glancing up at the woman you had spoken to earlier, you let out a soft breath, giving her a smile and a nod before leading Jeonghan along with you. He listens as you explain that your party has become two and she drops off a menu at the front before leading you and Jeonghan to a table near a window.Â
Watching you from across the table, Jeonghan takes a deep breath as you look down at your menu, his eyes moving as he tilts his head to see your legs crossed just off to the side of the table. He knew that he should be more civilized, perhaps more respectful but the way the dress was hugging your thighs and the way the slit of the dress was sitting so high on your leg was making his mouth water.Â
Licking your lips, you start to ask Jeonghan what he is thinking about ordering when you lift your eyes to find his eyes moving along your legs and up your body. The heat rises once again in your neck and up your face at the amount of attention he was giving you. You had known he had been looking at you but you hadnât expected him to do it so obviously now.Â
Meeting your eyes and finding you watching him, Jeonghan grins, having been caught by you. He knew he should be embarrassed but instead, he just lets out a breath and shakes his head.Â
âYou are so fucking pretty. Iâm sorryâŚÂ I canât stop staring at you. That was why I asked Dokyeom to bail on dinner. I wanted you all to myself. Iâm selfish.âÂ
Shifting in your seat, you reach for the water in front of you, taking a sip at Jeonghanâs words. You hadnât expected him to speak so candidly about his reasoning for why Dokyeom had left or why he was looking at you the way he was. You watch his smile soften and his gaze drop to his menu, allowing you a moment of clarity to take your own breath as you get a break from his attention.Â
âYou are selfish.â Your voice is quiet and meek but Jeonghan smiles, letting out an amused breath before looking up at you once again as you continue. âYou could have just asked me to dinner on your own.âÂ
Jeonghan swallows hard at your words, his confident facade breaking slightly as he looks down at his menu. Clearing his throat, Jeonghan tries to think of the right words before he finally manages to meet your eyes again.Â
âIs it shitty of me that Iâm afraid youâll turn me down? So this way, we were all going out. You had more of a reason to be here.âÂ
Your heart shouldnât be aching the way it was hearing another confession from Jeonghan but it was breaking your heart. You didnât know how to feel. You werenât sure what he even wanted you to say. The rules had been clear. You were just friends. Has that changed?Â
âJeonghanâŚâÂ
The whine in your voice sounds similar to a rejection and Jeonghan canât stand the idea of that so he just smiles and holds up his hands, happy to see the waiter standing beside you. He didnât want to hear how he wasnât good enough. He wasnât Kim Mingyu or Choi Seungcheol. He already knew, but that didnât make him want you any less. Maybe he could still prove it to you.Â
Jeonghan was thankful for the wine running through yours and his system as you laughed, leaning against his body. He knew you werenât so drunk that you werenât thinking clearly but you were feeling free enough that any of the earlier tension seemed to have melted away.Â
âIt was so good. Those coffee truffles⌠Jeonghan, oh my god. Babe, will you go back and get me more?âÂ
Hearing you call him babe was like injecting his veins with serotonin. Jeonghan nods before leaning to press a kiss to your jaw as you laugh sweetly. He would give you the world if you asked for it and laughed so beautifully for him like that.Â
âMm, I donât wanna go to bed.âÂ
You pout into your words, looking up at the hotel, as you dig into your purse for your key and Jeonghan holds on to your waist with a grin. You were adorable all of the time but when you were even a little tipsy, you dialed up the cute factor by a hundred, making him melt at the sight of you. Sliding the key from your fingers, Jeonghan listens to your laughter as he taps it against the reader and pulls open the door as you thank him.  Â
âThen we wonât go to our rooms yet. I know a place. I found it earlier.âÂ
Jeonghan piqued your curiosity, causing you to tilt your head with a small, curious sound. Laughing, the man lets you lean on him as he walks to the elevator, still using your key to open it, before pressing the button for the top floor.Â
âWhere are we going?âÂ
You lean between Jeonghanâs legs as he rests against the elevator wall, the quiet beeps of each floor being passed acting as background music. Smiling, Jeonghan slides his hands along the soft silk of your dress to rest them on your hips, leaning his head back against the wall with a small chuckle at your question.Â
âUp.âÂ
One final ding and the doors open to a long, quiet hallway. You lean back on your heels to look, making Jeonghan hold your wrists to keep you steady. The coast looked pretty clear; only a housekeeping cart and a few room service trays left outside the doors let you know to keep your voices down.Â
Lifting his finger to his lips, Jeonghan smiles behind his finger as you lower your head to suppress a laugh sticking by his side. The two of you sneak down the hallway, only stopping at the housekeeping cart long enough for Jeonghan to grab a blanket slipping it under his arm.Â
âWhere are we going?âÂ
The question once again slips from your lips as you glance back to make sure no one was following you and Jeonghan as he turns to the left to what seems like a dead end, a door leading to an emergency exit to the roof. Raising his brows, Jeonghan pushes the door with his shoulder and you wince, ready to hear an alarm but when nothing happens except the door opening, your eyes soften and your mouth falls open in surprise.Â
âShhh, our little secret.âÂ
Keeping your hand tightly in his, Jeonghan climbs the steps before pushing open a second door, causing you to gasp at the sight. From the roof of the hotel, you can see for miles on a clear night. The lights of the city twinkling and burning like stars and in the distance, even the Eiffel Tower greets you like something out of a movie as you let go of Jeonghanâs hand moving towards the wall lining the entire roof.Â
Jeonghan just watches you in awe as the wind lightly moves the dress around your legs as you rest your hands on the wall, looking out into the city. Sure, the city was beautiful but it had nothing on you. He had been to more places than most in the group but none of them compared to this... to you now.Â
âOh my god... Jeonghan, this is so pretty. Iâm so glad you found this.âÂ
Hands slide around your waist as Jeonghan moves to stand behind you with a smile on his lips. He had wanted to wait a bit longer and just watch you but the urge to touch you was just too great. Leaning back against him, you laugh under your breath, sliding your hands over his, taking in a deep breath of the night air. This was perfect. If you could write out how you wish your life could be lived every day and every night, it would be like this. You would be in Jeonghanâs arms, looking out over a beautiful city. But that was a pipe dream.Â
Nudging his nose against your neck, Jeonghan furrows his brows, feeling your shoulders drop. He could sense your mood changing but he wasnât sure why. All he knew was that he could and wouldnât let something so perfect go to waste.Â
âCan we pretend?âÂ
Jeonghanâs words, spoken against your neck, are almost so quiet that you have to strain to hear them but you close your eyes and furrow your brows in question.Â
âWhat?âÂ
Pressing his hands tighter against your stomach, Jeonghan practically whines out his words, causing your heart to tighten and practically shatter.Â
âThat we are more than this. Just tonight? Thatâs all Iâm asking for. I know Iâm not fucking worth it⌠but just pretend for me? OneâŚfucking night?âÂ
If he had any idea what he was asking you to do, it didnât seem to show. You were already suffering with the arrangement that you had and now he wanted more without actually having more. It was almost unbearable and yet all you can do is whimper out a âyesâ and a âplease, Jeonghan,â like the pathetic woman you are. You say it because you are irrevocably in love with Jeonghan and you canât admit it openly to yourself, much less to him.Â
Turning in his arms, you reach up to cup Jeonghanâs cheek as you feel his fingernails scratch along the silk of your dress at your waist. Dark brown eyes search yours for a short moment until soft lips finally connect with yours, taking your breath away.Â
Jeonghan was always a good kisser but there was something about this kiss that felt different. This kiss felt desperate, as if he was trying to make a point or to ingrain it into your memory forever, just in case there wasnât a second chance.Â
You whine out a soft moan, stepping back from the side of the roof as Jeonghan catches your bottom lip between his. He feels your free hand tug at the front of his jacket as if you are trying to keep him in place but just a few more steps back, he finally stops before pulling away to pick up the blanket he had put to the side.Â
You watch as Jeonghan lays out the blanket, kneeling down, before offering you his hand to help you do the same. Now it made sense; of course he had a plan. He always did. He was the type of person to think three steps ahead of everyone and usually five steps ahead of you. Carefully moving down to the blanket, you let Jeonghan pull you into his lap, his free hand tracing the line of your thigh and tugging your dress up your legs so as not to cause your dress to rip on the way down.Â
âYou look so fucking pretty tonight, baby. This dressâŚfuck⌠I love it but Iâshit, I gotta see you. Wanna see you under the stars. Wanna fuck you under them.âÂ
It was cliche and yet Jeonghanâs words had your cheeks on fire. The words had your breath quickening as you straddled his lap, feeling his fingers trying to figure out how to impatiently undo the dozens of buttons as he whined in annoyance.Â
âGoddammit⌠There are too many.âÂ
Shaking your head, you watch as Jeonghan glances up at you, mischief in his eyes as he grabs either side of your dress at the front, trying to tug at it to make the buttons come loose. Reaching up to grab his hands, you whine, making him sigh at you, his tongue running across his lips as you pout at him, trying to make him see reason.Â
âI didnât buy it... It was a gift from Mingyu.âÂ
Pressing his tongue into his cheek, Jeonghan lifts his brows, learning where your dress came from. He knew deep down that there was nothing between you and Mingyu but that didnât stop him from seeing red in that moment and it didnât stop him from making a split second decision. The sound of expensive buttons being flung across the roof makes you gasp as you lean back, looking down at your ruined dress as Jeonghan groans, leaning to kiss over the lace covering your breasts.Â
âJeonghanâŚWhat the fuck?âÂ
âIâll buy you another one. Iâll buy you a hundred more. Just donât say his name again, not tonight.â
Muttering against your chest, Jeonghan shakes his head, sliding his fingers along your shoulders to push the dress down your arms before he looks up to meet your eyes. You see no sense of regret or remorse in his eyes, just lust and something else that you arenât sure if you can name or that you want to.Â
Leaning your head back, you close your eyes, feeling Jeonghanâs lips move up the length of your neck towards your jaw. Chillbumps erupt along your skin as his fingers guide your dress down your arms, letting the material pool at your waist when you slip your hands from the sleeves.Â
âThen donât leave me like this alone.âÂ
You whine out the words so sweetly that Jeonghan smiles on your skin, a small chuckle escaping his lips before he sits back, shrugging off his jacket, letting you help him undo the buttons of his shirt. Your nails lightly scratch his chest as your eyes take in his handsome face. You had looked at him hundreds of times this closely before but this time felt different and on some levels, you knew this time would hurt your heart more in the morning.Â
Tossing his shirt to the side, Jeonghan reaches up to cup your cheek, leaning to brush his lips against yours with a soft sigh at the feeling of your kiss. You were giving into a feeling this time and he could tell. Furrowing his brows, Jeonghan uses his free hand to work open the clasp of your bra, feeling it give way as you arch your chest towards him, your hands holding tightly to his biceps as if grounding you to the roof and to him.Â
Cold air nips at your breasts when Jeonghan slides the lace from your body before warm breath walks across the same path. You feel his hands holding the arch of your back as your fingers push through his hair, a moan slipping from your lips at the feeling of his lips against your skin.
âPlease, JeonghanâŚâÂ
Furrowing his brows, Jeonghan pauses, leaving his lips pressed against the soft skin of your breast, when you breathe out his name, begging for more. In what seems like just a span of a heartbeat, you find yourself on your back on the blanket, Jeonghan hovering over you, his longer dark hair framing his face as his eyes move over your face.Â
Lifting your hips, you find yourself shying away from Jeonghanâs attention as he slips the dress down your legs, a shaky breath escaping from between his lips at the sight of you bare in front of him. He knew it had just been a day since he had laid between your legs but every time felt like a privilege, especially this time.Â
âHoly shit, babyâŚâÂ
Trying to turn your head, Jeonghanâs long, slender fingers stop you. In Jeonghan's opinion, there was no reason for you to look away or for you to be embarrassed by anything. You were perfect.Â
Another soft, âplease...â reaches Jeonghanâs ears as his thumb brushes under your bottom lip, causing his brows to knit together just slightly. He had heard you beg before; he had even made you beg but he didnât want to make you beg or want anything this time. Tonight, he wanted to give you anything and everything you wanted. Tonight he wanted to prove something to you, even if it was just pretend.Â
Watching Jeonghan nod and move back to his knee, your eyes fall to his hands as he lets out a deep breath, working his belt open with shaky fingers. Sitting up, you listen to how Jeonghanâs breath changes when your hands take the place of his, your fingers steadily undoing his belt and his jeans, before you meet his eyes through lowered lashes.Â
Jeonghan canât help but smile, a laugh escaping from his lips on an exhale in reaction to even the smallest action from you. There was no denying that he was turned on but there was more to it that even he couldnât explain in a single night. Shaking his head, Jeonghan moves to his feet, his eyes still on yours, as you watch from the blanket as he sheds the last of his clothes before moving back to his knees and back into your touch.Â
Leaning his forehead against yours, Jeonghan groans, feeling the warmth of your body against his as he lays between your legs. Sliding your leg along his thigh, you rest your knee at his hip and run your fingers along his arm, enjoying the feeling of the weight of his body even as you ache for him between your thighs.Â
Furrowing his brows, Jeonghan licks his lips when he tries to move, his hand pushing against the blanket and you cling to him, keeping him close to you. Meeting your eyes, he finds a desperate look in your eyes that he knows he isnât going to be able to resist even before you speak.Â
âJustâŚplease? Fuck me, Jeonghan, please.âÂ
He hadnât prepped you and he hadnât touched you since yesterday but he could feel how aroused you were as his cock rested between your legs. Groaning, Jeonghan starts to shake his head in a feeble attempt to argue with you and reason with you but when you lift your hips and rub your pussy against him, every thought in his mind is lost. Instead, Jeonghan whispers your name on your lips as you kiss him and beg him again with your hand cupping his jaw.Â
Nodding, Jeonghan reaches between the two of you, lining himself up with you and listening to your breath hitch as he pushes into your tight walls slowly until he bottoms out, his hips resting fully against yours. With one hand resting beside your head, Jeonghan grips your hip with the other hand, resting his forehead against yours as he stays still for a moment to catch his breath as you clench around him.Â
The stretch is familiar and yet without the prep, though you had begged him to skip it, you find yourself needing the moment to adjust. Jeonghan wasnât too big but instead, it was as if his body was made for yours and he filled you perfectly. Once the initial pain of the stretch faded, only the feeling of euphoria and the need for him to move remained.Â
Lightly scratching your nails against the side of his neck, you swallow hard to catch your breath before nodding and lifting your hips as if trying to urge him without words. Jeonghan groans into a soft chuckle of your name that sounds like a plea for mercy before you swallow the sound with a kiss as your lips find his.Â
Furrowing his brows, Jeonghan rocks his hips towards yours, filling you once again deeply, causing you to moan into the kiss. Each thrust sends the knot in your stomach to tighten, pushing you towards the edge and your orgasm. The way that Jeonghan seems to know your body and how he finds just the right angle wordlessly, moaning his name as tears gather on the rims of your eyes, makes your head spin.Â
âBabyâŚâÂ
The pet name whispered against your cheek so softly that the tears that had collected in your eyes fell on a soft sob as you wrapped your arm around Jeonghanâs neck. You pull him closer to you not wanting him to see you cry from something other than pleasure. Closing his eyes tightly as his lips rest against the crook of your neck, Jeonghan hisses out something intelligible that he is afraid you might hear or he might regret as he feels you tightening around him, your orgasm ripping through you. There were three small words that he had tried so hard to keep to himself that could mean nothing or everything.Â
With a few more uneven thrusts, Jeonghan follows you over that edge, quickly pulling out of you to cum on to your stomach with a labored, breathy groan, his eyes searching for yours as you avoid him. He could see the tears that had streamed down your face and across your temples into your hair but he wasnât sure if they were good tears or not.Â
Reaching up to wipe his thumb under your eye, Jeonghan opens his mouth to speak but the words are hard to get out. There was so much he wished he could say to you if he werenât so stupid and scared, so instead he shifted to his other hand and wiped the tears from your other eye before using his shirt to clean your stomach silently.Â
After a few moments, silence was deafening, and you felt like you were going to scream if one of you didnât speak. It had never been this quiet after you and Jeonghan had fucked but then again, it had never felt like that before. Swallowing hard, you look up as Jeonghan finishes buttoning his shirt, your dress mostly covering your body.Â
âJeongââÂ
âY/NâŚâÂ
Both of you stop speaking. Having spoken over one another, a smile lifts at both of your lips and Jeonghan shakes his head, leaning down to pick up his jacket before he moves to put it on you. Moving around you, he meets your eyes as he zips up the jacket before leaning to press a kiss to your lips and you feel your heart beat hard and fast like itâs going to burst or break. You arenât sure which will happen first.Â
âLetâs get you to bed. Itâs late and Iâm sure Mingyu will call the cops if he wakes up and finds you missing from your bed.âÂ
Nodding, you feel Jeonghanâs fingers slide against your hand before his fingers lace with yours and he leads you back towards the door and back to reality, where the two of you could stop playing pretend. You feel the tears once again prickling at your eyes. Sniffling, you will the tears back, at least until you are safe in bed and away from Jeonghanâs watchful eye.Â
Jihoon lifts his brows as you swirl the wine glass in front of you thoughtfully before taking a sip. You glance towards where Soonyoung is talking to a pretty lady showing him another bottle of wine before you once again frown into your glass. It wasnât like you to be so quiet or to look so down.Â
You and Jihoon werenât as close as some of the others in the group. In truth, you and Soonyoung were closer but over the years, everyone had grown up. Personalities had changed and around a year ago, you had found yourself picking up the phone to text or call Jihoon more often for advice or just to talk.Â
âWanna join us for this wine tour, Y/N? You scheduled it.âÂ
Looking up from your glass, you meet Jihoonâs eyes with a look of surprise and guilt. You knew you had been more distracted and distant all day but hearing it from Jihoonâs mouth snapped you back to reality.Â
âIâm sorry, Jihoon... just a lot on my mind.âÂ
Nodding, Jihoon takes a sip of his wine, glancing towards Soonyoung, who seems oblivious to not only the conversation but any of the tension as he accepts a different glass of wine.Â
âI can tell. Maybe you need to just tell Jeonghan how you feel about him.âÂ
With your own glass sitting against your lips, at Jihoonâs words, you choke on your wine, watching the man smile and take another sip as if he had just told you about the weather. The sound of your coughing is finally what draws Soonyoung back to you, concern on his face as he pats your back, leaning to look at you closely.Â
âYou okay? Donât drink it so fast.âÂ
âSheâs fine, Soonyoung.âÂ
Nodding, you try to agree with Jihoon but Soonyoung takes the glass from your hand, leading you towards one of the empty tables, making Jihoon follow with a sigh.Â
âIâm okay, I promise.âÂ
Gesturing his hand out towards you as if to say, I told you so, Jihoon takes the seat across from you as Soonyoung sits beside you, his brows finally relaxing.Â
âOkay⌠you wanna keep going?âÂ
Jihoon watches you closely as you consider the question, your eyes falling to your phone in your hand. When you take longer than he feels necessary to answer, he purses his lips, leaning forward to rest his chin on his fist and looking towards Soonyoung, meeting his eyes. The two share a quick, silent conversation.Â
âIâI mean, yeah, course ââ
âI think Jeonghan canceled his plans on Shua today too.âÂ
Blinking a few times at Soonyoungâs words, you take a breath before leaning forward to rest your head in your hands. The warmth of Soonyoungâs hand running along your back is as soothing as it is humiliating as his words echo in your head.Â
âY/N⌠Itâs not a big deal.âÂ
Scoffing, you sit up, sniffing back any emotion that has come to the surface, before you look at either of your friends with a shrug. You had been careful. Clearly, Jeonghan had been the one to fuck up but maybe you could still keep this a secret on your part.Â
âWhat? Why would I care what heâs doing today?âÂ
Smirking, Jihoon lets out a breath that sounds more like a chuckle as he leans back in his chair, causing you to look in his direction. Meeting your eyes, the man lifts his hands in disbelief at your attempt to lie.Â
âReally? Thatâs how you are going to try to play this?âÂ
The look on Jihoonâs face made you want to smack him but you tried to keep a look of indifference on yours. Sighing, Soonyoung just shakes his head, resting his arm on your chair behind your back, tilting his head towards you.Â
âYou are dating him, arenât you? I meanâŚkinda what it seems like. Heâs all over you and if anyone even looks at you for too long, we get a death stare from him. Even MingyuâŚâ Smiling, Soonyoung lifts his hand from the chair to brush under his nose, amused as he speaks. âEspecially Mingyu.âÂ
Sighing as you lift, you reach for your wine, taking a sip of it and lifting your shoulders in mild defeat. Soonyoung wasnât telling you anything you didnât know. After last night and the state of your dress lying in your suitcase, hiding from Mingyu, you knew that Jeonghan had the wrong impression of your relationship with himâor he just didnât want to understand it.Â
âItâs not my fault he canât control his face. At least this isnât my fault.âÂ
Sharing another look with Soonyoung, Jihoon smiles at you before finally laughing as he looks down at his fingers around the stem of his wine glass.Â
âUh, Y/N, you both fucked up if your goal was to keep your...â Furrowing his brows, Jihoon meets your eyes, looking for a bit of clarification, getting none before he continues. âRelationship, a secret.âÂ
Now it was you who needed the clarification. You couldnât think of a single time that you had been careless enough to make your relationship with Jeonghan as obvious as Jihoon was making it seem. Lifting your brows, you whine Jihoonâs name, making the man lower his head and nod before he continues with his explanation.Â
âAbout a month ago, you called me around like, fuck, two in the morning. You were wasted and Iâm pretty sure you were hanging out at Cheolâs.â Sighing, Jihoon looks at Soonyoung as if looking for moral support as he continues. âYou said something about wanting me to keep a secret about Jeonghan. No matter what I said, I couldnât stop you, so you told me you were sleeping with him.âÂ
There wasnât enough wine or water in all of Paris to help the way that your mouth went dry at Jihoonâs words. You knew that you got drunk with Seungcheol on occasion and you also knew that there were a few times you couldn't remember the night before. You also knew there were nights you would see phone calls or texts to friends, mostly Jeonghan, that you couldnât remember the next day, but never in your wildest dreams did you imagine you would do something like what Jihoon was recounting for you.Â
Wincing in embarrassment for you, Soonyoung watches you stare at your wine glass for a full minute before you slide your purse on to your shoulder and clear your throat.Â
âUh⌠Iâm so fucking sorry, Jihoon. Iâm sorry to both of you. For today and for that night. FuckâŚfor any night that I have done anything stupid like that.âÂ
When you start to stand up to leave, Soonyoung reaches out to take your hand with a frown on his face. You close your eyes, feeling his thumb press against your palm as he grounds you to the moment, his voice soothing you like his hand had rubbed your back moments before.Â
âNo one is mad at you or upset. Honestly, not many others really know. Some of them assume something is up but personally, I just want you both to be happy. You clearly like each other.âÂ
Closing your eyes, you swallow hard feeling tears that threaten to fall as they collect behind your lashes. It wasnât that simple, but neither of your friends knew that. Shaking your head, you carefully pull your hand from Soonyoungâs.Â
âIâm just a phase, Soonie. IâI gotta go. Have a good day. SorryâŚâÂ
Barely meeting Jihoonâs eyes, you see him start to speak as you reach up to wipe away a tear as quickly as it falls before you slip past a group of people moving into the winery.Â
âFuck.âÂ
Nodding along with Soonyoungâs one word response to your exit, Jihoon sighs as you walk out of the door. He felt like he could have handled the situation better but he hoped you needed the push.Â
Watching Jeonghan from his bed, Joshua lifts his brow as Jeonghan sighs for the umpteenth time. They had plans to go on a walking tour, to see the Eiffel Tower, the Seine River, and maybe even get some food before the end of the day, but now Joshua was feeling like those plans were changing.Â
Lifting his hand to rub at his eyes, Jeonghan tries to push you from his mind and the tears he had seen on your cheeks as he had walked back to your room with you. He tried to forget the sad smile you had given him as you said goodnight and handed him back his jacketâthe jacket he was thinking about putting on for the day. Now the jacket was lying on his bed, and he had stared at it, sighed at it, and walked away from it multiple times as his best friend watched thoughtfully.Â
âDid the jacket offend your family?âÂ
Laughing into a breath, Jeonghan slides his hand down his face and over his lips as he shakes his head. He knew Joshua was trying to lighten the mood and make him laugh but he had no idea what was really going on. As far as Jeonghan knew, no one knew about his arrangement with youâwell, besides Dokyeom but he was clearly just observant.Â
âNahâŚjust not sure I wanna wear it.âÂ
Sighing, Joshua purses his lips as Jeonghan picks up the jacket and brings it to his nose, taking in a breath before shaking his head. Either he hadnât washed the jacket in a long time or something else had happened with it that he wasnât telling Joshua about, which only meant one thing.Â
âSo, did you wanna tell me what's going on? This have anything to do with the texts Iâm getting from Jihoon about how fucking depressed Y/N seems today?âÂ
Furrowing his brows, Jeonghan looks down at the jacket in his hands. It smelled like you, not just your perfume but just you and he knew if he wore it today he would be even more lost in his head. Joshuaâs words pull him back from his thoughts but only make him put up an instant facade as Jeonghan smiles and shakes his head.Â
âHuh? What do you mean? Is she, uh, she okay? Should I text her?â The facade starts to crack the moment he tries to talk about you; no matter how good of a liar Jeonghan could be when it came to you, it was becoming harder to pretend. Licking his lips, Jeonghan looks down and manages to continue what he was saying. âIâm not sure what I could say to help her, but I could check on her if you think I should.âÂ
Laying his jacket across a chair, Jeonghan shakes his head at his own weakness, knowing he must look like an idiot. As Joshua just sighs and sits up on the bed. He knew that look even without actually seeing it. He had been best friends with Joshua Hong for nearly a decade; they were closer to brothers than friends at this point and if there was anyone that it was difficult to lie to, it was him.Â
âStop. Iâve pretended not to notice because you two obviously wanted to keep it a secret but I know you better than almost anyone.â Tilting his head, Joshua watches Jeonghan scoff as he listens to him speak. âI thought you would just tell me when you were ready but something happened, so just fucking talk to me, man. I hate seeing you miserable. I donât like seeing Y/N upset either.âÂ
Reaching up to once again pinch the bridge of his nose like he is getting a headache, Jeonghan moves back to his bed, sitting down on it with a loud sigh. The sigh was one of defeat mixed with relief as he finally met Joshuaâs eyes and nodded.Â
âI fucked up. I could have fucked anyone else and it wouldnât have mattered but itâs been her.âÂ
Joshuaâs shoulders lift as he takes in a deep breath, getting confirmation of what he had assumed to be true. He knew things had been different for months but he also knew that even if Jeonghan hadnât wanted to admit it to you or to most of the others, he had had a crush on you for years.Â
âOkay⌠So, like last night or?âÂ
The question hangs in the air until Jeonghan tilts his head and winces out of embarrassment and anxiety. Joshua had known the answer to his own questions but that hadnât stopped him from hoping this wasnât as messy as it seemed. With the look on Jeonghanâs face, he knew it was a potential tangled web that could lead to the end of friendships.Â
âShitâI..okay, I mean, I figured, but...âÂ
Scoffing in disbelief, Jeonghan leans over his knees, putting his head in his hands. Had he been that obvious. He knew he had gotten a little jealous lately and maybe a bit more careless when it came to how he was acting towards Mingyu, but otherwise he felt like he wasnât that transparent.Â
âI assume you arenât dating.âÂ
Shaking his head, still unable to meet Joshuaâs eyes out of fear of what he will find in them, Jeonghan runs his fingers through his hair and closes his eyes.Â
âBut you are, and correct me if Iâm wrong here. You are in love with her.âÂ
Fingers dig into his scalp hard as Joshua says the words out loud so flippantly. Narrowing his eyes, Joshua leans forward to watch Jeonghan as he processes what he had said before he sits up and slaps his hands down over his thighs with an unamused laugh.Â
âBecause Iâm an idiot.â Rolling his eyes, Jeonghan still avoids Joshuaâs as his voice wavers even slightly. âYou know we came up with rules? I came up with most of them when we decided to do this.â Pushing his thumbs into the meat of his thighs, Jeonghan lets out an unamused laugh as he seems to bask in his stupidity and the levity of the situation. âAll because I wanted her to agree to sleeping with me because I thought that was the only way Iâd get her to be with me.âÂ
While Joshua could see how, where, and why the arrangement came to be, it still made him sad as he watched his best friend breakdown. He had never been in a similar situation and he didnât think of you in the same way, but he did see how Jeonghan looked at you.Â
âWhy would that be the only way? Why didnât you just ask her out?â Scoffing, Joshua gestures towards his friend as if trying to get him to see reason as he speaks, his voice kind but firm. âWhy donât you ask her out now?âÂ
Now Joshua was being ridiculous. He knew his best friend was intelligentâperhaps one of his smartest friendsâbut that idea sounded akin to driving his car into the ocean. Jeonghan wasnât sure what he would do if he knew for sure that you didnât care about him in the same way.Â
âAnd risk losing one of my best friends? Are you fucking insane? She doesnât like me like that, Shua.âÂ
Standing up, Jeonghan starts to pace. The weight of Joshuaâs eyes is heavy but somehow it is still a comfort, even when he knows that he is frustrated with him. Narrowing his eyes, Joshua looks away from Jeonghan after a moment to look at his phone, seeing a text message from his group chat with Jihoon and Soonyoung. Lifting the phone from the bed, he scoffs under his breath, glancing towards the man in front of him as Jeonghan gnaws at his thumbnail, lost in thought.Â
"Clearly, she does. Jihoon said sheâs not going to make it through the wine tour with them.â Glancing back down at his phone, Joshua texts back as he speaks quietly, knowing Jeonghan is still paying attention to him. âAnd I know we arenât going out. You two need to fucking talk.âÂ
Jeonghanâs mouth starts to open, only to close when he meets Joshuaâs eyes as he looks over his phone. He knew it wasnât a suggestion but the idea of it was terrifying.Â
âFigure it out, Jeonghan. Donât throw away your friendship and the potential of something else over your pride.âÂ
Sliding off the bed to stand up, Joshua pats Jeonghan on the shoulder, making sure to meet his eyes and see some understanding behind them before heading to the door.Â
You hadnât necessarily needed a shower after your failed trip to the winery, but the hot water running over your face and body felt good and it had washed away your tears. The only unfortunate thing was that it only lasted as long as you stayed in the shower and as you sat on your bed, skin still slightly damp under loose clothes, you felt the weight of everything pushing back down on you.Â
It wasnât supposed to be like this. There had been rules to stop any of this pain and yet from the first time that you and Jeonghan had slept together, there had been pain. You had known then that you should have stopped but you didnât want to. You didnât want to stop that time or any other time after it, not even last night, as your heart felt like it was breaking into two. It was only the day after you felt like the most idiotic person on the face of the planet, thinking you could have more with someone who didnât love you back, that you regretted it all.Â
Maybe it was time to end it.Â
Leaning to pick up your cell phone, you stare at Jeonghanâs name for a moment before pressing your thumb down over his name and putting the phone to your ear, listening to it try to connect. Closing your eyes, you take a breath, only to furrow your brows a moment later when you hear his ring tone as if it's just outside of your door.Â
âHey, let me in, please.âÂ
His voice was quiet but you could still hear him from two places, your phone and on the other side of the door. Taking a breath, you look at your phone, hearing the sound of a phone call ending knowing that he is waiting for you to open the door.Â
It was a simple task. Get up, unlock the door, open it, and greet Jeonghan, but as you looked at the door, knowing he was on the other side after everything that had already happened today and after what had happened last night it felt like you were preparing to scale Mount Everest.Â
With one last deep breath, you move to your feet, take the few steps that feel like miles to the door and open it to meet Jeonghanâs eyes. You werenât sure what you had expected to see when you saw him. Perhaps you had expected the usual with himâhis handsome face and cocky smirk on his face but instead you were met with a solemn look and dark circles from a restless night.Â
âI just⌠can we talk?âÂ
Nodding, you step to the side, letting Jeonghan move past you into the room as he pushes his hands into his jean pockets, only to take them out again out of nerves. Jeonghan had always been one of the most confident people you had known but today looking at him, you were seeing a different man.Â
You were seeing the man that you saw late at night when he buried his face against your neck and muttered sweetly about it being the best place on earth. You were seeing the man who made you cry after those moments when he wouldnât call you until three days later, seemingly just disappearing. This was the man who kept you on an emotional rollercoaster.Â
âYeahâŚI think we need to. I have something I wanna talk to you about too.âÂ
Closing his eyes for a few seconds, Jeonghan feels his heart in his throat before he tries to put on a facade, not knowing that itâs cracked, when he turns to look at you, offering you a sad smile.Â
âYeah? YouâŚyouâuh, wanna go first then?âÂ
Maybe after what Joshua had told him, he didnât have to be the first one to say it. The words were so terrifying to him. Those words made him feel like you were going to run away from him and losing you as a friend and a lover was enough to make him feel like his chest was going to explode.Â
Shaking your head, you lift your brows, offering Jeonghan an unamused laugh as you move back towards your bed to sit down, pulling your legs up to criss-cross them under you. Watching him move towards you, Jeonghan pauses to meet your eyes before he sits down apprehensively beside you.Â
âSure⌠Iâve been thinking and I love â â The words get caught in your throat but Jeonghan hears the word love, causing him to sit up, only for his heart to pound in his ears as you keep speaking. âLoved the sex but I donât think I can do it anymore. YouâWe said we could call it off at any time.âÂ
The words make sense to Jeonghan but it is like he is in a tunnel where the wind is too loud for him to actually pick up on the sound of your voice as he stares at you, seeing your lips moving. You were asking to stop. You wanted to end it. That wasnât what he thought you were going to say even if it made sense with the look he had seen in your eyes last night and with what Joshua had said earlier.Â
âJeonghan? YouâI mean⌠It's nothing serious. Thatâs what you said. Youâve made that very clear, several times.âÂ
A smile pulls at Jeonghanâs lips before he laughs but you can tell he isnât happy and nothing is funny. You know Jeonghan well enough to know when he is deflecting and when he is in pain. Shaking his head, Jeonghan looks down at his hands before closing his eyes, muttering to himself something you canât quite make out.Â
âWhat? You were too quiet, I couldnât ââÂ
âI just saidâI said Iâm stupid.âÂ
Neither of you move; the room is silent as you watch with furrowed brows as Jeonghan reaches up to wipe under his eye, keeping his face hidden with his dark hair. You had seen Jeonghan cry before over serious things but something like thisâthe loss of a meaningless relationshipâwasn't something you thought he would be upset over. You, on the other hand, felt like you were breaking as you watched the man you loved be upset, feeling like you couldnât do anything to help him.Â
âDonât say that about yourself. Youâve done nothing ââÂ
Scoffing, Jeonghan glances at you, making you pause when you see the disappointment on his face. Sitting up, he turns towards you, starting to reach for your hand. He stops short, closing his hand into a loose fist and resting it on your knee.Â
âI have done everything wrong, so I know you want to be nice and tell me to be kinder to myself but, Y/N, Iâm so fucking stupid. Is it not painfully obvious that I am in love with you?âÂ
You look at Jeonghan with the same expression as you would a complex piece of literature. It was as if he had just tried to explain your feelings back to you, making you feel exposed to the sun. Shaking your head, you try to come up with the right words, only to let out a soft exhale of Jeonghanâs name, looking away.Â
Finally scooting closer to take your hand in his, Jeonghan feels the hole in the pit of his stomach struggling to fill as he tries to salvage what he feels like he has ruined. Lifting his other hand, Jeonghan timidly dares to run his fingers along your jaw, turning your face towards him so he can meet your eyes once again.Â
âI told you yesterday that I donât deserve this... I donât deserve you and I meant it, but baby, I love you so fucking much.â Swallowing down his emotion, Jeonghan licks his lips as he searches your eyes, trying to gauge your reaction, his hand trembling against your neck. âIâm sorry. Iâm really sorry that I did it like this. I told you, Iâm stupid.âÂ
It wasnât fair; none of this was fair. It wasnât fair that you felt like melting into Jeonghanâs touch or that you wanted to run away from him. It didnât feel real and you had never imagined that Yoon Jeonghan would fall in love with you. You were just his stupid friend that he happened to be attracted to, but now he was telling you that everything you felt, he felt too.Â
âWhat the hell, Jeonghan?âÂ
Your voice causes Jeonghanâs eyes to close; that whine in your voice sounds like the rejection that he was so terrified of. You look over his handsome face, feeling his hand fall from your neck when you make the leap, leaning forward to brush your lips against his.Â
Jeonghan gasps at the feeling, his hand reaching back out, holding the back of your neck and pulling you in closer, your lips firmly against his as he furrows his brows. He knew that if you actually wanted him to let you go, he would. He would give you anything you wanted. He would have given you anything from day one if he hadnât been so afraid.Â
Resting his forehead against yours, Jeonghan listens to your soft breaths, your hands now clinging to the front of his shirt as if to keep him close to you. You hadnât said anything back but right now he wasnât sure he even needed you to; he just needed to know that you wanted him and you didnât want him to leave.Â
Lips brush against your cheek before Jeonghan whispers your name like a question, sitting back to look at you, searching for his answer. A nod and look of desperation in your eyes is enough for him to pull you into his lap and have his lips back on yours as his hands roamed your back under your shirt, feeling your skin under his fingers.Â
Whining his name once again, you run your fingers through Jeonghanâs hair as you arch your chest against his, feeling chill bumps erupt along your skin at his touch. There was nothing that you wanted more than that feeling, the feeling of his hands on your body and his lips on your skin.Â
Whispering âplease,â you meet Jeonghanâs eyes as he groans, feeling you roll your hips over his. This hadnât been his plan but he wasnât going to deny you. He could feel his cock starting to get hard with every gentle grind of your hips over him and you were driving him crazy while making him fall in love with you all over again as he stared up at you.Â
âIâll give you whatever you wantâeverythingâanything; just ask for it.âÂ
Moving to your knees, you rest your hands on Jeonghanâs shoulders, tilting your head to press your lips to his once more before speaking against them as you feel his hands rest under your ass.Â
âMake love to me then, thatâs what I want.âÂ
A breathy moan escapes from between your lips when Jeonghan lays you on your back and hovers over you, brushing his thumb across your cheek while admiring you. He had looked at you before but now he was wondering if he had ever really looked at you. He was noticing little things about the color of your eyes, freckles on your face, and how his heart was beating so hard.Â
âI love you.âÂ
He had told you that he was in love with you but it was different hearing him say it that way and while he was looking at you like this. It felt real. Closing your eyes you feel the familiar tears start to well up in your eyes causing you to fight them as you reach up to hold Jeonghanâs wrist in case he were to change his mind.Â
When tears do finally run from the corners of your eyes along your temples, Jeonghan takes a deep breath leaning to rest his forehead against yours letting you cling to him. He knew now that the tears last night were sad like he had feared. Making a silent promise to himself to make up for it, Jeonghan kisses you gently, his thumb brushing away some of your tears as he speaks against your lips quietly.Â
âI love you, Y/N.âÂ
You nod, nudging your nose against Jeonghanâs as your hands move to find the end of his shirt, working it up his torso. You feel the way his stomach tightens under your fingers when he takes a deep breath before sitting back to let you pull his shirt over his head.
The fabric falls from your fingers onto the bed, your eyes moving from Jeonghanâs face over his chest and down his stomach to where your fingers rest on the top of his jeans. Taking a deep breath, Jeonghan leans his head back to the feeling of your gentle touch and the much needed relief as you work the zipper of his jeans down.Â
âFuckâŚLet me take care of you this time. Please?âÂ
Meeting your eyes, Jeonghan is happy to see the way you bite at your lips, your pretty smile pulling at the corner of your lips as you tilt your head on the bed to look at him almost innocently. Nodding, you lift your hips, letting Jeonghan shimmy your shorts down your legs. Licking his lips, Jeonghan kicks his jeans and boxers away. His eyes stay fixed on you, studying you as if you were a piece of art to be admired.Â
âI love every part of this and if you want me to make love to you, let me do it right.âÂ
Arching your back, you let Jeonghan slide your shirt up and over your head. He was once again really looking at you as he moved back on to the bed and between your legs. You were bare in front of him and everything about you was perfect as he studied your body. He took note of every single mole and even the smallest of scars, stopping to kiss them on the way to lying between your thighs.Â
Warm breath causes you to close your eyes and push your head back against the pillow. The first brush of Jeonghanâs tongue between your folds allows the tip of it to tease your clit, make your toes curl and gasp his name.Â
Getting a taste of you had never been enough for Jeonghan and this time he was going to enjoy it as if it were the last time, just in case it was. He wanted you to remember the way his name felt on your lips. He wanted you to remember how his mouth felt between your legs and how his fingers felt buried deep inside you as he curled them back towards your stomach, making you arch off the bed.Â
You gasp for a breath between moans. Reaching between your legs, you thread your fingers in Jeonghanâs hair as you push your hips towards his mouth, hearing him groan against your folds. He knew you inside and out and yet he had never made you cum so hard and so fast before.Â
âOh my god, Jeonghan, I canâtâah!âÂ
Using his thumb to rub circles against your clit, Jeonghan watches you lift your hips, searching for your second orgasm, as he licks your cum from his lips. When you fall apart for a second time on his fingers, Jeonghan furrows his brows, cursing under his breath at the sight. There were few things on Earth that were that beautiful.Â
Fingers carefully slip from you, making you whine at how empty you suddenly feel but once you glance at Jeonghan resting between your legs, sucking his fingers clean, you moan, lifting your hand to cover your face. He was such a handsome man and he was doing something that seemed so dirty.Â
Smiling, Jeonghan tilts his head while watching you cover your face. He loved that no matter how much dirty shit had come out of your mouth in the past or how much the two of you had done, you always seemed so innocent. You were perfect in his eyes.Â
Carefully pulling your hand from your face, Jeonghan presses his lips to your knuckles, looking down at you. You canât help but notice the way your body heats up at the simple action and the way your heart tightens seeing him smile against your fingers.Â
âYou are so beautiful; donât hide.âÂ
Pressing your lips together, you can only see Jeonghanâs gaze as he moves your hand back to the bed beside your head, his thumb pressing to your palm gently before he lets go completely. You were used to Jeonghan being more rushed with you. Not necessarily rough but you both knew what you liked in bed and it wasnât that he was treating you like he was now; it wasnât something you didnât like; it had just never been on the table. How he was treating you now was intimate; he was treating you like a man in love, like he said he was.Â
Brushing his lips against yours, Jeonghan smiles, feeling you do the same. He didnât think there was a need to rush anything, especially if he was going to treat this like it might be the last time. You hadnât told him how you felt and though he was hopeful, he wasnât going to put words in your mouth.Â
You moan softly against Jeonghanâs lips. The tip of his cock nudges against your entrance as his hand runs along your outer thigh to your knee and Jeonghan urges your leg up towards his hip. With his free hand, Jeonghan holds himself steady even as he groans on your lips, feeling your warm, wet walls pull him in and clench around his cock.Â
Wrapping your leg around Jeonghanâs back, you let your head fall back, his thumb pressing against your skin just under your knee as he thrusts into you slowly and deeply. Pulling him in closer with your leg wrapped around him, you whisper Jeonghanâs name when he doesnât start moving immediately. You knew that he liked to let you adjust but your desire for him was outweighing anything else.Â
Nodding, Jeonghan moves his hand from your leg to cup your cheek, resting his forehead against yours as he rocks his hips to meet yours in a smooth, deep thrust that makes you moan out a sound similar to a sob. Jeonghan could tell the difference now as tears started to fall from your eyes, these tears were from pleasure and not because you were sad. These tears he would want to see any day of the week. Jeonghan would die to hear you sob his name as you clenched around his cock and begged him so sweetly not to stop.Â
âIâm not, baby⌠you are so fucking perfect. Holy shit, I know I ââ Groaning as he feels you clench hard around him, Jeonghan pauses to take a breath before burying himself inside of you as deep as possible feeling your thigh tremble as it rests against his side. âI know Iâve said it a few times nowâŚbut I love you. Fuck, I love you, not just this but you. Need you to understand that.âÂ
Your fingers scratch as Jeonghanâs shoulders as you feel the pressure building and the cord winding tighter and tighter as he pushes you towards another orgasm. Itâs only his words that keep you grounded and make you whimper his name as you pull his mouth to yours to make him stop talking when you fall apart for him once again.Â
Trying to breathe into your kiss, Jeonghan furrows his brows tightly, feeling the way your pussy hugs him and then tightens around him like a vice when you cum around him. His thrusts slow only for a moment before becoming harder and filled with even more purpose as Jeonghan starts to chase his own release.Â
A choke groan gets caught in his throat when Jeonghan cums, filling you with each one of his thrusts. Your fingers dig into his shoulder and bicep, leaving half-moon divots to mark where you have been as he pushes you towards the headboard with each deep thrust.Â
Soft lips walk across your throat and up to your jaw before finally making their way to your lips, pulling you back to reality. Jeonghan listens to your small whine when he slips from you once again, leaving you empty. Your arms and legs felt like they were being held up by strings until they were finally on the mattress and you found it hard to make them move again, causing you to pout and Jeonghan to laugh softly against your lips at your reaction to how tired you are.Â
âTired, baby?âÂ
You nod, leaning your head into Jeonghanâs palm as he brushes his hand over the side of your head and over your hair. Even with your eyes closed, you could feel his eyes searching your face for answers and you knew it was the one he was looking for. You hadnât been ready to give it to him at first but the more you lay in his arms and even considered anything different, the more your heart told you that you already knew.Â
âI love you, Jeonghan.âÂ
Finally hearing you tell him that you love him, Jeonghan closes his eyes and leans forward to rest his face against the crook of your neck with a sigh. You can almost feel the weight lift from him as he nods against your skin, placing a kiss on your neck before muttering quietly against the column of your neck.Â
âI love you, too.âÂ
With his headphones half on his head, Mingyu stands in the doorway of his shared hotel room only for a moment before groaning and lifting his hand to cover his eyes at the sight in front of him. He had assumed that you and Jeonghan were together and after talking to Dokyeom, he knew even moreâhe knew more of the drama behind itâbut clearly, that was hopefully a thing of the past.Â
He just hadnât wanted to be privy to it.Â
Glancing towards the door and hearing the sound of a groan, you smack Jeonghanâs shoulder, causing him to look in the direction of your shocked face. Nothing of what had happened had been the plan, or else he would have told Dokyeom to keep Mingyu out of the room.Â
âGyu! Can you go? I am trying to do something here if you donât ââÂ
"Literally, stop talking to me while you are naked. Iâm gonna go stay in Dokyeomâs room.âÂ
You watch the door close, hearing the lock click in place, before meeting Jeonghanâs eyes, who shakes his head like Mingyu has done something wrong.Â
âHe didnât know. Why are you mad at him? This is his room, Jeonghan.âÂ
Jeonghan silences you with a kiss making you sigh against his lips as he speaks between kisses.Â
âIâm not mad.â Seeing you smile, Jeonghan kisses you softly once more before cautiously adding, âI just didnât want him to interrupt my first time actually getting to fuck my girlfriend. Is that so wrong of me?âÂ
Narrowing your eyes, you feel your cheeks burn at Jeonghanâs choice of wording but you still canât keep the smile off your face, feeling his fingers running along your stomach as he moves to lay beside you, pulling you into his arms.Â
âOh? Is that what happened? Is that who I am?âÂ
Jeonghan nods, wrapping his arm tightly around you, pulling you on your side to face him so his fingers can draw small circles on the small of your back as he looks into your eyes.Â
âI fucking hope so.âÂ
Sitting on Dokyeomâs bed, Mingyu stares at the wall while Dokyeom stares at him, wondering what happened, until finally his friend looks at him and shudders in a full body cringe.Â
âThey were naked and possiblyâyou know. I will never be the same.âÂ
Making a face, Dokyeom pats Mingyu on the back before tilting his head and shrugging.Â
âWell, itâs about damn time but better you see it than me.âÂ
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dean winchester and his sweet little angel girlfriend 18+ â๨ŕ§ËâĄË ࣪
warnings: light smut, (dean x angel!reader)
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dean's large leather boots clunked down the hallway of the bunker as he headed towards his room, fresh off a hunt and eager to see his little angel after almost a week of being apart. despite texting and praying everyday, he had missed his girl like crazy.
the loud footsteps didn't even register in your brain as you desperately rocked your hips, riding dean's pillow. your eyes were squeezed shut and you bit at your bottom lip, trying to stifle your pathetic little moans from echoing beyond dean's room, feeling embarrassed and shameful about pleasing yourself.
dean's brow quirked as he heard the soft noises coming from his bedroom. he sped up his footsteps and arrived at the door, slowly pushing it further open to peek inside.
his lips grew into a smirk and he leaned against the doorframe, watching you grind your bare little cunt into his pillow. he watched as your chest rose and fell with every little pant. he felt himself begin to harden under his jeans.
âdamn, baby,â he began after silently watching you for a few moments, âis this what you do when i'm out on a hunt? ride my pillow like that?â he tilted his head, the smirk remaining on his lips.
you looked at him with wide eyes, blush slowly rising to your cheeks as the embarrassment clenched at your chest, a feeling you were still trying to get used to in your human vessel.
âdean!â you gasped, âyouâre home! iâ i didn't know youâd be back tonight,â you muttered sheepishly, embarrassed you'd been caught riding his pillow. you were frozen on top of it as you stared at him.
âhey, itâs okay. i just wanted to surprise you,â he responded softly, stepping into the room and closing his door, âbut i guess my little angel's gone and done that for me already,â he let out a quiet huff of a laugh, âs'okay, baby. it was hot, so hot, i promise. keep going for me, yeah? i wanna see my girl cum on my pillow.â
your cheeks heated up even more at the idea of continuing to please yourself in front of him. you'd only just gotten comfortable with having sex with dean in these past few months, the idea of doing this felt almost sinful.
dean sat down on the edge of the bed, a gentle smile on his face. he brushed his hand over your cheek, noticing the apprehension on face, âgo on, angel. please?â he asked, his voice a low murmur. he searched your eyes, almost pleadingly.
you let a small shy smile spread across your lips, enjoying the warmth and familiarity of his touch. you looked into his green eyes. you couldnât help but see his love for you. you felt that funny feeling in your chest again, pulling at your heartstrings. you knew you could trust him to watch, to see you this vulnerable.
with a nervous little sigh, you settled your legs and hips back into the pillow, âmmph, fine. just don'tâ don't say anything. i feel silly, dean.â
he chuckled and let his eyes trace over you, almost reverently. âdon't. don't feel silly. you look incredible, baby. it's hot to see my girl making herself feel good... especially on my pillow in my zeppelin shirt,â he smiled and tugged at the shirt you had mindlessly thrown on earlier that evening.
âmmm, okayâŚâ you looked down, trying to hide your sheepish smile, and began rolling your hips over the pillow again. you let out a soft hum of pleasure and avoided his gaze, looking down at your hands as they squeezed the end of the pillow.
âbaby, look at me. i wanna see your pretty face... please?â dean asked, his voice just above a whisper. he watched as you slowly lifted your head, your eyes finally meeting his gaze. he smiled softly, watching your cheeks flush again. âyou look so beautiful, angel. my pretty baby,â he cooed, his eyes watching you in awe as you rode his pillow, your bare pussy drooling at the friction.
you let out soft little whimpers as you dug your heat further into the fabric, drenching it with your arousal. dean's jeans grew tighter and tighter and he shifted uncomfortably on the bed, keeping his gaze on you, taking in the sight of his angel looking so pretty and pathetic.
it was a side of you that you didnât allow him to see very often. he was infatuated with you, his angel letting her guard down and being so vulnerable in front of him. he was used to your firm demeanour and sometimes odd, but endearing little comments youâd make about the world as you learnt more, seeing it all through your angel eyes.
as he watched you hump his pillow and let out sweet little whimpers, his heart thudded in his chest. he was watching you become more human. become more like him. and it made his heart swell, knowing it was all from watching and learning from him. and maybe his brother.
he grinned as your soft noises became louder and louder, enjoying the way you were becoming so shameless and wanton as you rode the pillow. he leaned back on the bed, trying to find relief for his aching cock, trapped by the denim of his jeans.
âthatâs it, sweet girl. let me hear those pretty little whimpers. youâre so damn beautiful.â dean said, his words making your head spin a little as you mindlessly humped his pillow.
dean chuckled, watching your legs shake and muscles tense as you neared your orgasm. you felt the tightness in your stomach grow, obscene words and grunts flying out of your mouth, dean's name leaving your lips like a prayer.
dean couldn't get enough of this. of you. you looked so little and beautiful, his own little angel pleasuring herself on his pillow. he considered himself the luckiest man in the world, blessed even. blessed that a heavenly little thing like you would want an old, damaged hunter like himself. in moments like this, he really felt his heart was going to burst out of his chest.
you were heaven sent. you were his girl. his angel. and he was so damn proud about it.
his eyes stayed locked on you as you drove your pussy into the pillow harder, leaving a little wet patch just below you. dean smiled even wider and his tongue shot out, wetting his lips as he noticed it, a soft groan escaping his mouth.
your face scrunched and a loud whimper left your mouth as your hips jerked on the pillow. âgonna-- mmm, dean... gonna cum... please, can i?â you asked innocently through breathy little groans. the sight of your soft, innocent eyes almost made dean melt right there on the bed.
dean nodded, his voice a gentle tone, âyeah, baby. let go. show me how good it feels.â
you cried out and bit your lip as your release washed over you, your soaked little cunt clenching around nothing and drooling onto the pillow even more. your eyes were squeezed shut as little moans and sighs left your mouth. you sounded like a pathetic whiny mess, gushing all over your boyfriend's pillow.
dean's cock strained against his jeans, aching to be freed. his words were deep and rumbled straight out of his chest, âthat's it, pretty baby. cum for me. youâre such a good little girl. my perfect angel,â the praises left his lips like a soft hymn, buzzing through your empty little head as you rode the high of your climax.
as you tried to catch your breath, you blinked slowly up at dean. your eyes met and his smile widened, noticing the flushed look on your face, âdid so well. sounded like heaven, baby. you're so beautiful.â
you let out a satisfied sigh and rolled your eyes tiredly, âheaven doesnât have much of a sound, dean,â you commented, sincerity in your voice.
dean laughed as he sat up, adjusting the bulge in his pants, âit's an expression, angel. it's a good thing. means you sounded incredible.â
you smile grew softer at his words, the feelings of shame and embarrassment leaving your chest as he looked at you with such loving eyes. you could feel the adoration in his stare.
âfelt incredible,â you mumbled in response. you tilted your head and studied him for a moment, âdean, iâ i think i liked you watching me. made it feel better. harder... maybe,â you commented again, the regular factual tone of your voice returning.
dean smirked and tilted his head in return, âoh, yeah? felt better with me watching?â he tutted his tongue against his teeth playfully, âmy angel's secretly a dirty little girl. god, what have i done to you?â he said teasingly and chuckled.
you rolled your eyes with a sheepish grin as you sunk down tiredly into the pillow, âi am not filthy... or unpure, dean. and please, refrain from speaking about my father when iâm naked and coming down from an orgasm.â
dean chucked, shaking his head in amusement as he scooted closer, wrapping his arms around your frame and pulling you against him.
he was always entertained by your literal interpretations and how seriously you took things, though he couldnât deny you were getting better at recognising his jokes and phrases. and he was proud of that.
he squeezed you against his chest, soaking up the feeling of you in his arms again after so many days, âsorry, baby, accident. no more god-talk⌠but you are filthy. my dirty little angel,â he grinned and kissed the top of your head.
dean looked down at you for a few moments, his green eyes sparkled as they travelled over your features, appreciating your beauty post-orgasm. he carefully laid you back against the mattress, âi'm gonna ruin you to filth, baby. you won't remember a damn thing, but my name when iâm done with you.â
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Boss!harry | series preview
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Summary: Harry's your boss and you're trying really hard not to develop feelings for him.
Warning: This is an angsty series y'all!
His warm hand smoothed over your hip and curled around your side as he scooted in closer.
You weren't sure what to expect when he'd wake up. You thought maybe he'd be right back to business, take you back to your car so you could go home and get yourself ready for the day. You hadn't expected that he'd be kissing up the column of your neck to your jaw with hot puffs of breath falling from his mouth and spreading over your skin slowly like melting wax.
You also hadn't expected your body's immediate reaction to him. The liquid heat pooling between your naked thighs and the way your nipples tightened underneath the cotton of his t-shirt. When he slid his hand underneath the fabric and up your tummy to your breast you rattled a moan that sounded like desperation. The way he squeezed around your sensitive tits was something you had no idea you needed. He practically worshiped your nipples and the soft plush skin of your breasts the night before.
The blankets tangled around your ankle as you rolled to your side to face him and he pulled you in by your thigh, pressing your naked core against his morning wood.
Fuck.
It was one thing to have a wild night with your excruciatingly handsome boss, but it was another to do it again upon waking before you were meant to be at work and pretending like nothing had happened.
Pretending. You could pretend. You'd have to because he made it clear the night before that this wasn't a thing. That this was just sex and you'd need to keep it quiet. That it wasn't going to happen again. It couldn't.
Which meant the way he touched you was just sex, just something for that moment. The way the remnants of his palm prints burned into your skin left behind something that would turn hollow and bitter the moment you left his front door made your stomach curl into itself.
You swallowed down the loss before it had even arrived. A one-night stand with your boss was a bad idea and this was why. Harry would be fine after (he could have anyone he wanted) and you'd be left reeling and abandoned. Again. Because this is what men did. You were only good for as long as they saw fit. And after this, Harry wouldn't want or need anything more from you. Why would he?
"Y/nâŚ" he breathed your name against your lips, "Already shaking and I've barely touched you, baby. God I just wanna eat you alive."
He would eat you alive too. Chew you up and spit you right back out. But you wouldn't stop him from doing it. You couldn't stop it because if that's all it could be you'd take the last bits of what he'd offer and be on your way.
It was a sleepy morning, hazy, blurry, soft⌠Harry's hands and his tongue worked down your body until he'd found your pussy and he slowly, lazily ate you out until you were coming and crying.
And that time, when he fucked into you, it was slow and steady. Slippery wet. Your bare breasts were pressed into his chest as he licked into your mouth and the embers grew and sparked until they caught and your body was at the edge of surrender.
"Fuck your pussy feels just right," he groaned as he dragged himself through your walls, coating himself in your arousal, your scent.
You whimpered and stuffed your fingers into his hair as he ground his pelvis into your clit. The perfect angle, the perfect cock. Too bad he wasn't the perfect man. You couldn't have him. For obvious reasons.
Your throaty moans were swallowed by his mouth, his length smashing into your guts with a wet slapping sound as you both moved together as one. Sex and sweat and heat and the imprint of desire.
He was soft; his words, his cadence, his hands⌠but the thick and heavy organ moving into your tummy was anything but soft; stiff, masculine, and rigid, it stretched your insides wide open. He needed the room and your body accommodated every inch of him. Gushy.
When he spoke against your ear, the hitch in his voice was almost whiny, like he was the one who was going to feel the loss. Like he was going to be left hollow and you were the one eating him alive, "Baby⌠shit. Right there?" He nudged into you and stilled himself so you could feel what he meant. Right there. Yes. Right there. Tight and spongy, the pulse emanating from your cunt was wrapped around him, a rhythmic beating that tremored down through his cock and into the veins and nerve endings. Connected.
You stuffed down the dribble of emotion that swelled in your throat and threatened to break from your waterline.
It's just sex. You're a sexual being who needed a good release. It's just sex. You don't need him. It's. Just. Sex.
But it certainly didn't just feel like sex when his soft green irises found your gaze and he held it as he languidly rocked into you. He dotted kisses along your face and then he'd watch you for a moment and it was going to have you mixed up because it was so intimate. So tender of him.
Maybe if he'd flip you around and fuck you from behind and give you a nice spanking it'd feel like just sex. He'd done that the night before (among other positions). Had you drooling into his mattress as he plowed into you from behind, a couple of good swats on your ass as he said filthy things to you. That felt like just sex. Good sex, but still.
So the soft and slow morning fuck with gentle kisses and an easy, damp tongue over your parted lips, his eyes connected to yours as he moaned and slid his thumb at your temple â that was not just sex and you didn't want it.
Well, you did want it. You really did because you wanted to find someone that would do all those things. But you wanted that for good. Not just for the night.
"Are you okay, Y/n?" Harry sponged a kiss to the edge of your mouth.
"Yeah. I'm okay," you were breathless and on the edge of tears. A ridiculous girl.
"Does it hurt from last night? Was it too much?"
Swallowing you blinked your eyes and he was still softly caressing your face with his thumb like only a lover would do.
"It⌠a little. I feel fine now. You're so gentle so it's okay."
"That's why I'm being careful. Thought you might need it softer this morning. Are you sure you're okay?"
Too attentive. Too thoughtful. Too present. How were you going to separate your romantic nature from your carnal one? How did all the other women do it? You were sure he was like this with every girl he brought to his bed.
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Hi hello everyone :Dđ§Ą
So a while back i made a post about Cybertronians witnessing humans being feral when in fight or flight response or how humans act when we are on adrenaline in general because i really like this idea. But hear me out- :D
Protective, scared and angry human = very scary human
We all have this natural need and drive inside us to protect. Wether it's the person we love, family or friends. I myself am very protective when it comes to anyone i love. I would throw myself in front of a bear if i had to. Or i would fight anything and anyone if i had to protect the people i love.
Now imagine if the human was the size as an average cybertronian: (slight warning for blood at the end)
The Lost Light got under attack by the infamous DJD and everything goes to shit so quickly no one has time to react as the deadly members tear through the ship and with Tarn having one goal in mind and that was to find Megatron. His optics burning with lust for killing him. Eventually he finds him and they both fight together. The human is watching this from the security office locked in with other members of the Lost Light. They all watch in horror and worry as they both fight. But Tarn doesn't play fair. As Megatron gets knocked by him the other bots notice as the human's breath quickens, their frame is shaking a bit and their teeth are tightly gritted together. Their protective drive has woken up.
Enough is enough..
You know what Megatron did..but no one has the right to take away someone else's life..especially someone like Tarn...Megatron was almost like the father the human claimed to never have..
As the human turns swiftly to unlock the door the other bots try to stop them but the human is determined and full of anger and adrenaline as they push past the bots who are taken aback. The bots are not fast enough as the human is already sprinting towards the scene where everything was happening. So many thoughts and emotions ran through them as they sprinted..anger, fear (you know because it's still fucking Tarn)
But no they aren't backing away now.
As they round a corner they barely make it in time because Tarn was already aiming his canon at Megatron.
The human suddenly jumps in front of Tarn and they srunch their nose and bare their teeth at him, their arms spread over Megatron. Tarn stares in disbelief and then he chuckles. You may be the size of a cybertronian but you're still a fragile dumb human.
"If you want him..you're gonna have to go through me first.."
As the human growled no one wanted and couldn't believe what they were seeing and hearing back at the security room on the cameras. Thats it the human has gotten crazy. NO ONE would do a thing like this. It's like you were asking to be killed. It's the DJD.. Even Megatron's expression almost changed to bewildered and wide eyed.
Of course the human got a good beating from Tarn but there was just something in them. This weird wild look in their eyes as blood dripped down their forehead into their eye and down their chin. Scratched and battered with at least 4 broken ribs they still stood with determination. Tarn was enjoying this but it was getting frustrating and on his nerves. Tarn is deadly and strong but the human was agile and quick. As Tarn was about to finish Megatron once again (because he thought the human was finished) they once again threw themeselves in front of him with this crazy look in their eyes and the next words rang out in everybody's ears.
"Over, my, dead body..."
The human was shaking, growling and huffing slowly loosing their strenght but reinforcements were quickly arriving and the DJD was in disadvantage so they had to fall back but of course Tarn would be back and would take the human with him the next time.
And this is how i think bots view this :3
From the cybertronian perspective:
The bots, often more concerned with survival and the warâs toll on their world i think would most likely react with shock. Tarn is a fanatic Decepticon who enforces ideology without mercy, would represent the last person theyâd expect a human to stand against. They might interpret the human's bravery as foolhardy or even reckless, given Tarnâs terrifying reputation, but they may also see it as a powerful symbol that courage and conviction can transcend size and power.
From Tarn's Perspective:
I think Tarn, who worships Megatronâs original vision and detests any deviation from it, would be utterly incensed. The idea of a humanâwhom he views as nothing more than an insectâintervening to protect Megatron would enrage him. Heâd view it as an ultimate insult to Megatron's legacy and to the Decepticon cause, likely intensifying his resolve to destroy them both to "cleanse" this offense.
Aaaa i hope you enjoyed reading as much as i did writing :3𧥠here i also drew a picture of the human so you could imagine the whole scenario better :3
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Life In Retrospect
It started, like most things in my life, with a bit of harmless indulgence. Iâd been out on the beach, metal detector in hand, just doing my thing. Call it a classic old guy hobby if you wantâI know it sounds like oneâbut thereâs something oddly satisfying about it. You spend your whole life accumulating things, working toward something, and yet, in your later years, you find yourself searching for whatâs been left behind.
Thatâs when I found it. The detector beeped, low and insistent, over something solid buried in the sand. Brushing it off, I uncovered a necklaceâa little tarnished but still striking. The pendant was shaped like a bird, wings spread wide, with an intricate design that caught the light just so. It looked old. And valuable, maybe. Not the kind of thing youâd expect to find washed up on a beach in a sleepy town like mine.
Being the curious sort, I took it home and started looking into it. Iâm no stranger to the internet, mind you. For an old guy, I know my way around a reverse image search. After a bit of digging, I finally found a match, buried in an obscure corner of the web. Turns out, this wasnât just any necklace. According to the article, it had magical propertiesâsomething about granting the deepest, most hidden wishes. But there was a catch: the wishes had to be subconscious. Wear it, the story claimed, and the wish would find you.
remember chuckling at the idea. It sounded like something out of a fairy tale. But then I paused, looking at the necklace in my hand, and wondered what exactly my subconscious would want, if it had the chance. Money? I wasnât exactly rich, but I got by just fine. Love? Iâd missed that boat, never found someone to share my life with. Fame? Ha, the idea made me laughâwhat would an old man like me even do with fame?
I didnât expect much from it, but it was an interesting enough piece, and it looked good against a sweater or tucked under a jacket, so I wore it. Weeks went by, and honestly, I forgot about it.
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One day, I found myself at the gym. It was a bit of a routine for meânot the way it used to be when I was younger, of course, but I kept at it, lifting lighter weights and trying to stay active. This wasnât just any gym, either; it had a reputation around town. People called it the âgay gymâânot officially, of course, but you could tell. The men here were fit, stylish, and, well, meticulous about their bodies in a way I could only admire from a distance. They looked like they belonged in magazines, and Iâll admit, I liked to let my eyes wander now and then.
Still, I kept to myself. At my age, I wasnât exactly in the social scene here, and Iâd long since learned to stay on the sidelines. I came, did my exercises, enjoyed the view, and went home.
But that day, for the first time, someone came up to me. His name was Mikey, and Iâd noticed him before, of course. Hard not to, really. He was exactly the kind of man I might've dreamed of being, if I ever let myself dream about that sort of thing. He was young, muscular, with a powerful, chiseled build that made his plain T-shirts look sculpted onto him. His dark hair was perfectly styled, a casual yet intentional wave falling over his forehead. And that mustacheâthick, neatly trimmed, lending him a rugged, almost classic appeal, like he couldâve stepped out of a 1970s action movie. He even wore glasses, tortoiseshell frames that gave him an unexpected touch of charm and sophistication. I'd managed to snap a few photos of him before at the gym when he wasn't looking.
Iâd seen him around for months, usually catching glimpses of him bench-pressing absurd weights or chatting with friends, his laughter deep and easy. He looked like the kind of guy who owned his confidence, who walked through life knowing that people admired him. And, hell, I was no exception. I'd spent enough stolen moments sneaking glances at those bulging arms, that thick neck, the way his shoulders seemed to strain the fabric of whatever he wore. Every time, I felt a little flutter insideâa mix of envy and something more primal, something I barely let myself think about.
So imagine my surprise when he came up to me. Even he seemed a little surprised, his brow creasing just slightly like he didnât quite know what had prompted him to approach. And then, he asked me about my necklace.
âHey, whereâd you get that necklace?â he said, eyes flicking from my face to the pendant hanging over my chest. âItâs⌠different. Kind of cool.â
I felt a little jolt of somethingâexcitement, nerves, maybe bothâat the attention. He wanted to know about my necklace? Of all things? I opened my mouth to respond, and then something strange happened. The words just⌠flowed. I started telling him all about itâhow it had been crafted in some long-ago time by hands that shaped it with care, about the artisan whoâd worked on it and how they were renowned for imbuing special powers into their pieces. I talked about the mystical properties, the magic of wishes hidden deep in oneâs subconscious, waiting to be drawn out by the wearer.
Thing is, I didnât know any of that. Not consciously. But as I spoke, it felt like I was reading from some invisible script, like the knowledge was being given to me as I said it out loud.
Mikey listened, his gaze locked onto the pendant, almost entranced. Then, he looked back up at me, that curiosity still burning in his eyes.
âWould you mind if I tried it on?â he asked, his voice a little softer, like he was almost embarrassed by the question.
Without a second thought, I nodded, slipping the necklace off and handing it over to him. He took it carefully, his fingers brushing mineâwarm, rough skin, the kind that spoke of hard work and hours in the gym. He put it on, and I swear, the thing looked like it was made for him. It hung perfectly against his chest, the bird pendant resting right in the middle of that strong, solid frame.
As I watched him, something stirred in me. I felt a warmth spreading through my body, a tingling that started low and radiated outward, like a current of energy. I caught myself glancing down, noticing with a bit of embarrassment that I was half-hard. But I couldnât help itâthe sight of him, my necklace gleaming against his chest, his broad shoulders framed by that perfectly fitted T-shirt, was⌠well, letâs just say it was doing things to me.
âActually,â I said, clearing my throat and giving him an appreciative once-over, âit suits you. Why donât you keep it?â
Mikeyâs eyebrows lifted, surprised but clearly pleased. âReally? You sure?â
âYeah,â I said, my voice a little unsteady, trying to hide the flush of heat that was working its way up my neck. âConsider it a gift.â
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That night, I felt warmer than I had in yearsâalmost feverish, but not quite. I thought maybe I was coming down with something; Iâd spent enough winters nursing colds to recognize that slight ache, the subtle throbbing behind my eyes. I drank water, tried to stay hydrated, but there was something strange about the feeling. It wasnât just heat; it was a tingling sensation that seemed to move through my limbs, settling into every muscle and joint.
I told myself it was just exhaustion. Maybe Iâd pushed myself too hard at the gym, or maybe the excitement of talking to Mikey had rattled my old bones more than I wanted to admit. Either way, I decided to call it a night, pulling the covers up and letting myself drift off to sleep.
But somewhere in the dead of night, I woke up drenched in sweat, sheets tangled around my legs. My skin felt hot, almost burning, and my heart pounded like Iâd just sprinted a mile. I lay there in the dark, trying to orient myself, but nothing felt right. My arms, stretched out beside me, felt heavier, thicker somehow. I pushed up to sit, but even that felt⌠different.
For a moment, I thought I might be having a stroke or some other senior moment, and the thought made my stomach twist. Taking a few deep breaths, I tried to shake off the dizziness, to piece together where I was and what was happening.
But as I sat up and tried to get my bearings, the space around me looked foreign. Strange shadows fell across walls I didnât recognize. There was a faint streetlight glow filtering through blinds that werenât mine, casting an odd light over an unfamiliar dresser, scattered clothes, and a large mirror across the room.
Where am I?
I swung my legs out of bed, almost stumbling under my own weight. The muscles in my legs tensed and shifted in a way that felt⌠powerful, but wrong. Instinctively, I reached for the light switch, my fingers brushing over the unfamiliar nightstand before finding it. The room flooded with light, revealing more alien surroundings. Posters on the wall. Dumbbells in the corner. This wasnât my bedroom. I didnât own posters. Or dumbbells.
Disoriented, I took a few steps, bare feet touching cool, unfamiliar carpet, as I wandered toward the bathroom. I had to steady myself on the doorframeâthe sheer strength I felt in my grip, in the size of my hand, jolted through me. I flipped on the bathroom light and looked up, squinting against the sudden brightness.
And then I saw him. Mikey.
In the mirror was his face, his bodyâmuscular and tanned, dark hair tousled and falling forward slightly. I could feel my heart hammering in his broad chest, watched hisâmyâeyes go wide as I touched my face, tracing over a jawline sharper than Iâd ever had, rough stubble under my fingers.
âOh⌠my god,â I whispered, hearing Mikeyâs voice, deep and smooth, coming from my own mouth. The face in the mirror looked just as shocked as I felt, my hands gripping the edges of the sink to steady myself as I took in the sight of every inch of himâof me.
A thrill shot through me, warmth bubbling up from my stomach as I ran my hand over the expanse of hisâmyâshoulders, over the swell of the chest, down to the ridged abs, and finally feeling up his impressive package. I couldnât stop the smirk creeping onto hisâmyâface, couldnât stop the pulse of excitement thrumming through me. Holy hell. This was real. I was Mikey.
And then, with a jolt, I realized something was missing. My hand went up to my neck instinctively, searching for the familiar weight of the necklace, but my fingers brushed only bare skin. No chain. No pendant.
A part of me, somewhere deep down, was concernedâconfused and alarmed, reallyâbut right now, looking at the smirking, shirtless, muscular guy in the mirror, the overwhelming feeling was⌠arousal. Iâd never looked like this. Iâd never felt like this.
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nobody but you | v.a
summary: you lost everyone close to you, including your best friend (and childhood crush) when you were fourteen years old and had to grow up on your own. seven years later, a ghost reappears, igniting those same feelings from all those years ago to come bubbling back up. bed-confessions lead to what youâve wanted for years.
pairing: fem!reader x vi arcane
contains: reader is described to wear skirts and have longer curly hair, readerâs nickname is star, mature language, mentions of vi and reader being each otherâs first kiss, caitlyn being a third wheel (iâm so sorry :/), mature content: dry humping & hickies (vi!receiving)
a/n: âŚ. hey. arcane is a new fixation and i HAD to write for her. inbox is open for more vi ideas! (modern or not) <33 4 DAYS until arcaneđââď¸!!!
That night that the explosion happened, you were a wreck. You had lost so many people that you held near to your heart; Vander, Claggor, Mylo, and Vi. As much as you hated to admit to yourself but losing her had the most impact on you.
Her body wasnât found so everyone, including yourself, assumed that she was dead.
Powder, god, you couldnât get to her before Silco did. When you arrived at the aftermath of the scene, she was gone and all that was left was a piece of a bomb that was undeniably Powderâs creation. Guilt settled within you at the rumors that spread of who Powder had become; Jinx.
It took years for you to become somewhat okay, falling into a new routine. With Silco running Zaun and dowsing the streets with shimmer, you had to watch people you knew become addicted and lose their minds over it.
You were alone.
It was a last resort but you took up a job at The Last Drop; as a barkeep. It was shitty pay but at least you had enough for food. It, of course, was nothing like when Vander owned the place. There was no family feeling or sense of comfort and unity.
You had accepted from that point on that this is how things were going to be. You live in the space above Benzoâs souvenir shop, making it your own home. Since his death, the space had been unoccupied. You took it upon yourself to make it yours.
It was decorated with remembrance of your late friends and knick-knacks youâve collected from around the Lanes.
You had gotten off of your afternoon shift at the Last Drop, making your way back to the broken-down place you called home. You were ready to sit back and make dinner for yourself, sitting with your thoughts and silence. However as you approached the door to the shop, a weird sense settled into your gut.
The front door was open ever so slightly, barely noticeable at first glance. You usually wouldâve dismissed it as a mistake on your part.
But this incident mixed with the weird feeling in your gut told you that this wasnât just forgetting to close the door all the way. You hovered your hand over your leather holster that held your coins and a few ninja stars that you had been holding on to since you could hold one.
It was also helpful to hold up your extra layer of skirt.
Carefully, you peeked into the shop to see if you could see something or someone inside. From the small crevice, your sight was limited so you couldnât confirm anything just yet. Lifting your left boot, you push the door open with the toe of your foot. You look into the shaded areas of the building, waiting for some form of movement.
Once you carefully step into the abandoned shop, you reach behind you to grab the doorknob to shut it closed. Your eyes flicker around the room, squinting in concentration as you continue to walk across the wooden floors.
A second passes and thatâs when you hear a creak come from behind you. Reacting quickly, you grab a ninja star from the pocket of your belt and launch it into the darkness. The sound of the blade splitting into the wood and a grunt relax your worries somewhat.
Reaching for another star, you raise a hand to turn on the light to see who exactly made their way into the shop. Your face hardened as you lifted your arm once more, preparing to defend yourself.
The intruder stood against the shut door, eyes locked on the weapon in your hand.
âStar?â
They question you, stepping forward into the light.
You grip onto the ninja star tighter, confused as to how they know who you are. You suck in a deep breath, tilting your head as the strangers' features reveal themselves in the light. You squint for a moment before letting out a soft gasp, letting the bladed weapon slip from your fingers and onto the ground.
It couldnât be. It was impossible.
Were you hallucinating? Have you finally reached your breaking point?
The hair, the bandaged arms, the same slope of her nose.
âVi?â You breathe out, your eyes welling up with tears.
The pink-haired girl nodded, letting out a shaky breath herself. She took a few more careful steps towards you. You take the same amount of steps to meet her in the middle, throwing your arms around her neck with desperation. You let out a sob as you bury your face into the crook of her neck.
âItâs me, sweetheart. Itâs me,â her voice was gentle in your ear, one of her bandaged palms cradling the back of your head while the other held you close by your torso.
Your eyes squint shut as you take in the fact that this is really happening. Vi was here; alive and so different. You pull away from her now-inked neck, brows furrowed from the questions rattling through your head.
âYou⌠Where have you been?â You ask her softly.
âI got arrested and Iâve been in Stillwater since that night,â she explained carefully, one of her palms cradling your elbow.
âHow are you here now? How did you get out?â Your eyes flicker to the ink on her cheek and the nose ring.
âI got released earlier today. IâI just had to see you. To make sure you were evenâŚâ Vi trailed off as she brushed a flyaway out of your face so she could really look at you.
The way you looked both so different and the same; how much you still look like that same girl that used to cut your fingers on your ninja stars. She remembers how you would try to hide the little slits on the tips of your fingers from her until you would physically wince from the cuts, forcing Vi to tend to the wounds.
You, unknowingly, did the same.
Too distracted just like how you would be all those years ago. Two teenage girls just trying to survive every day, secretly meeting up on the rooftops to snuggle dangerously close when everyone was asleep.
âWhen you said we were making a quick stop, I did assume it would be quick,â a posh English accent emerges from behind Vi, causing you to pull away from her comforting touch.
Vi let out a sigh before turning her head to peer at the tall woman standing in the doorway. You immediately recognize the attire underneath the small coat she was wearing and raise your hand to aim a ninja star at her. She was an enforcer.
Vi had an enforcer⌠get her out of prison?
âWho are you?â You snip, eyes narrowed.
âWho are you?â The dark blue-haired woman quipped back.
You hold back the scoff bubbling in your throat before Vi reaches forward to gently push your hand down. You hesitantly did so, still gripping onto the weapon between your fingers.
âI was thinking that maybe we could lay low here for a bit. Get some rest,â Vi attempts to ease your obvious tense figure.
âWe?â You glance over at the woman watching her face soften.
âYes. Just until tomorrow. Then weâll be out of your hair to go to Babetteâs.â
Voice still calm and gentle, Vi explained the situation at the moment. It turns out the tall womanâs name is Caitlyn, theyâre looking for Powder Jinx because they believe sheâs involved with an explosion that happened in Piltover.
You could see the desperation in Viâs eyes when talking about her sister and your heart broke for her.
âOkay. Iâm up top so,â you nod towards the door more into the shop that leads upstairs.
âLead the way, Star,â Vi grinned, shoving her bandaged hands into her pockets.
You look over at Caitlyn who is standing right behind Vi, towering a bit over you both. You lead the pair to your living space, flicking on the light to reveal the new made up home. Vi whistled as she walked around the familiar space now made into more than just an attic.
âYou did all of this?â She questioned with a smile as she walked over to the shelf of books and trinkets.
âUh, yeah,â you feel a bit vulnerable knowing that both a stranger and past best friend who you thought was dead are in your home. âNo rent, no roommates, just me.â
Your childhood friend traces the hanging lights from your ceiling, grinning for a moment when they make a soft twinkling noise. Being as nosy as she was, she made her way over to where you slept. Her eyes locked on the beaten-down table next to your table, focusing on the small ceramic bowl full of trinkets.
âShit, you kept this?â Vi grabbed an item off the bedside table that was next to your bed that made your eyes widen with embarrassment.
It was a star ring that Vi had gotten (swiped from an antique shop) when you were thirteen. That day she gave it to you was also the day you brought up the idea of being each otherâs first kiss to get it out of the way. Dating wasnât a worry but you both agreed that you might as well âprepare for that day when youâd need to.â
It wasnât the most amazing kiss, of course as you were preteens but you still became flustered the second you two made eye contact as you pulled away. You remember twiddling with the star ring after and how much you felt so cared for by someone.
âOh yeah. It was to remember you by,â you sheepishly reply.
Vi hummed at your response, her smile creeping onto her lips as she set it down.
âI donât mean to interrupt but is there someplace where I can rest?â Caitlyn questioned from behind you, seeming to be standing carefully near the door.
You glance over at Vi who had laid back on your bed, shutting her eyes with a sigh. One of her bandaged arms draped over her lower stomach while the other rested above her head on your flattened pillows.
âYou can rest over here.â
You motioned for the tall woman to follow you. You walk around the wall, pushing back a curtain to a secret space where you usually allow some acquaintances from work or people in need to sleep, turning to Caitlyn with a friendlier grin.
âThank you,â Caitlyn called after you as she sucked in a deep breath, looking around the small room. âFor allowing me in your home.
âThanks for bringing her back to me,â you nod.
Caitlyn nods in return, a small smile on her lips as she lowers herself on the dingy mattress.
âI know itâs not the ivory walls youâre used to but make yourself at home,â you notice the small, barely noticeable gap in between her front teeth as she smiles at you.
âItâs lovely,â her posh accent makes you chuckle.
You simply shake your head and shut the curtain to give Caitlyn some privacy. You recollect yourself as you think about Vi who is currently lying down on your bed. Vi perked up as she heard footsteps walking towards the bed, making eye contact with you as you rounded the bed to the other side.
âHi,â you mutter as you lower yourself down on the opposite side of the bed, knee first.
âHi,â Vi replied, her lips twitching into a small smile.
You canât even hide the smitten smile on your face as you lay yourself down next to her, back on the mattress as well. Your palms rest above your navel as you try to act as normal as possible.
A tense silence filled the open room; the both of you not knowing what to say to one another. You could hear the shouting and loud music of the streets coming from your open window but all you could focus on was your own nervous breathing.
âI thought about you every day,â Viâs the first to break the silence. âEvery fucking day there, I thought about what it would be like coming back to you. I hoped youâd be here, Star. I donât know what Iâd do if you were gone too.â Vi admitted as she shook her head, snuggling into your bed.
Your eyes bore into her side profile, admiring the slope of her nose and the ink etched into her cheek. You turn the rest of your body to match your head.
âYou wouldâve been okay,â you joke, weakly chuckling.
Vi blinks and looks over at you with a soft and meaningful gaze. Sheâs silent for a moment, trying to gather her thoughts before she speaks.
âDo you remember when we would go up to the roof of the Last Drop and talk about what we would do if we ever got out of here?â Vi questions gently, facing you so that you are face to face.
âYeah,â you mutter, not knowing where she was going with it.
âEvery scenario we talked about whether it was taking over the streets or getting bucket loads of cash to build a new life there, I never imagined what it would be like without you by my side. You were always⌠right here.â Vi breathed out, her gaze avoiding your own. âNow that I know what itâs like to have that reality, I donât want it to happen ever again.â
âVi,â you whisper with tears in your eyes.
Her eyes carefully lifted to meet yours, pupils dilated with vulnerability.
âI was so⌠scared you were gone too,â Vi whispered, hesitantly reaching for you but her hand retracted quickly.
You took the reins and carefully hooked your finger onto one of hers, sighing in relief at the touch. Vi stared at the courteous touch and wrapped her palm over your own, running her thumb over the back of your hand.
âDo you remember what happened after you gave me that ring?â You ask softly, using your free hand to brush a piece of her hair out of her face.
Vi wasnât stupid. She knew you meant that kiss that put a pep in her step for a few weeks after; the girl that she had been crushing over since before she could remember. Not wanting to confront it head-on, she quickly stumbled out a little joke.
âI think I thought about doing that for months. Mylo wouldnât stop giving me shit for it every time you came around, blowing kisses at me when you had your back turned.â Vi chuckled as she shook her head.
You smile at the mention of Mylo, not doubting it for a second. You, in a similar fashion, turned to Ekko for your little crush on Vi.
âYou know, come to think of it,â you pretend to recall, âI remember you asking me an important question too.â
Vi wanted to punch herself in the jaw as you brought up another rather embarrassing moment. She could see it now; two teens sitting on a rooftop, shoulder to shoulder after sharing a quick peck and avoiding each otherâs eyeline.
âWe could be each otherâs⌠back up when we get older, you know.â A fidgety thirteen-year-old Vi had proposed.
You remember glancing down at bright-colored streets and clouds that intoxicated the air of Zaun. Vi glanced over at you to see if you had even heard her as you had gone completely silent.
âBack up?â You questioned, your voice still going through the ups of puberty.
âYeah, well, when weâre old, like, forty or something and have no one else, we could be each otherâs.â
Vi didnât really explain what that meant at the time but you agreed with ease. You knew how much you would do for Vi; maybe it was a little obsessive and unhealthy but she had a grip on you that you hoped never left.
Neither of you were near forty yet but there was a sliver of hope you could enact that pact today.
Something took over you after that confession and you scoot your body closer to hers. You reach your hand up to brush your hair out of her face, cupping the side of her face. Vi held onto your wrist as you began to lean into her.
Before you could even comprehend it, Vi pressed her lips to yours. Your eyes widen at the sudden movement, releasing her face in shock. Her hand was still gripping onto your wrist as her lips moved against your own.
After the initial surprise of the kiss, you follow her rhythm. You place your hand back onto her cheek as you suck in a deep breath, letting yourself enjoy what you have been craving to redo after seven years.
The soft smack of your kisses and you and Violet humming against each other's lips silently drove you insane.
âI missed you so much,â Vi mutters against your lips.
You sigh at the confession, warmth blooming in your chest.
âNever thought I'd get to do this,â you confess. âTo be with you like this, Vi.â
Viâs palms move down your body, rubbing down your sides carefully like you were going to disappear at any moment. Years of confinement and getting into fights with inmates led her to this very moment; the only person in her life that was really here for her.
âAnd now that you are doing it?â Vi questions, her big rounded eyes boring into your own.
âI donât want it to stop.â
Vi beams at that and you dive back into her lips, humming against the gentle touch of her lips. This second time around was more hungry, eager for one another. There was nothing that could compare to the feeling of her bandaged arms wrapped around your waist as you kissed like you needed her; craved her.
Oh, how needy you were at that moment: selfishly grabbing onto her like she could disappear at any moment. She wasnât; at least you hoped not.
âI still canât believe youâre really here,â you sighed out, tears welling up in your eyes.
Vi immediately notices your mood drop and shakes her head, leaning in to kiss your cheek and placing a few more gentle touches on your neck and jaw.
âIâm here. Right here, sweetheart,â she murmured against your skin as she continued to carefully kiss your skin.
You suck in a deep breath as you cup either side of her face to pull her away from your flustered skin. Viâs chest was heaving up and down from her own hunger for you becoming overwhelming.
âI want to make you feel good, Vi,â you admit, whispering just below normal speaking volume.
Vi stares and blinks, her breathing slowing down.
âMe?â She questions as if she misheard you.
âYes, you. Please.â
You couldnât even feel an ounce of embarrassment from your begging as you meant it more than anything. Vi, with not much more needed convincing, nodded frantically as she allowed you to take the reigns.
You pull away to sit upright and straddle her lap, your skirt lifting up your legs to rest on the highest part of your thigh. Viâs eyes widened for a second at your position in your lap, her bandaged hands resting on the flat pillows as she stared up at your figure. Her eyes were rounded with admiration and lust.
âIs this okay?â You question, tucking some of your hair behind your ears.
âYes. Yes, youâre⌠good.â Vi reassures you as you smittenly smile down at her.
She matches your smile as you lean down to reattach your lips, placing your hands on her collarbone. Viâs hands grip gently at your upper thighs, frantically pulling you in closer to her. The strap of your shirt was slipping down your shoulder, resting on your triceps.
You allow yourself to be there in the moment with her. You had the tendency to think about the worst outcomes of every situation but right now as Viâs palms move more up to your hips, you just feel her.
Not afraid, not depressed; just her.
Her touch was electric on your skin. Vi sits upright from her laid-back position, humming as you run one of your hands up the back of her head into her hair. Feeling her body running hot, she removes her hands from your body to shrug off her red jacket from her body.
You pull away to help her remove the jacket, throwing it to the side and hearing it hit the ground. You look down at her now-revealed arms and eyebrows raise up at the sight of her toned upper body.
You were gawking; you knew you were.
âWhat were you doing in there?â You shamelessly ran your hands down her firm biceps.
Vi lets you feel her up, watching your hungry eyes follow your hands on her body. She doesnât answer your question but she does place her palms back at their rightful place on your hips.
You snap out of your daze as her hands squeeze your hips. Your cheeks lit aflame before focusing on the task at hand. Did you 100% know what you were doing? No, but you figured if you just do what you do to yourself to her, it was bound to make her feel good.
So you slowly began to grind your hips down onto her own. Vi sucks in a sharp breath at the unfamiliar feeling, letting out a shaky breath.
That only fueled your keep your hips moving against her. Viâs eyes fluttered shut for a moment, tilting her head back to huff out a soft moan. You let out your own noise at the feeling, leaning forward to attach your lips to the length of your neck.
Vi moaned your name at the feeling of you kissing the sensitive spot on her neck. Her grip only becomes tighter on your waist as you begin to suck and lick, creating a dark spot on her pale skin. You pull away after a few seconds to brush your finger over the mark, feeling disgustingly proud of yourself.
âWhat are you doing to me?â Vi whispered, groaning under her breath.
âI could say the same,â you quip with a cheeky smile, grinding down hard once.
The motion tugs out a moan from the both of you. The thinnest layer of sweat began to form on your neck and crevice of your hip and legs. Vi leans forward, panting into the crook of your neck. She attempts to hide her needy whimpers against your skin but you canât miss the desperate sounds.
You were growing wetter by the second, aching to get her off.
âViââ You gasp as her palms rest on your hips, helping you grind down onto her clothed crotch.
Your hands rest on the broad on her shoulders, feeling over the tight muscle. She was panting softly as she took in the sound of you asking for her; needing her like this. Her blue eyes admire the way your jaw was left open as you pant and whimper from the friction.
âSo beautiful, sweetheart,â she praises, a low moan leaving her own hips.
You almost shake your head at her words but you knew it would be a huge mistake to do so. You allow yourself to take in the words, not wanting to seem like you didnât believe her. She drew the beautiful inside to the surface with ease.
Your hips stuttered, wondering if you were going to cum like this. It wouldnât be the first time as youâve shamefully done the same to your mattress.
âYouâre perfect,â you tell her honestly, a shaky breath leaving your lips.
Vi wanted to tell you you were far from correct but you were persistent on the fact.
âYou are. You are, Vi,â you cup her face as you weakly grind your crotch on hers.
Vi nods to show you she is listening, one of the few whimpers sheâs made throughout the night bubbling in her throat. You place a few kisses over her face before placing the final one on her awaiting lips.
âFuck, I think Iâm gonnaââ
âMe too. Cum for me, please,â you encourage the pink-haired girl.
You watch as her muscles tighten, a vein popping out of the side of her neck. It beautifully highlighted the mark youâve made on her.
With your grinds becoming sloppier and weaker, Vi assisted you by practically doing all the work. Your hips and inner thighs were growing more and more tired out by the second. Your will to make sure Vi came was the only thing keeping you going.
Your mouths were hovering over one another, whining and moaning onto each otherâs lips. Your core tightened as you felt your orgasm approaching. Viâs whispers of praise only drew you closer.
âJust like that,â you whine.
âYeah?â Vi whines right back, kissing right above your chest near your collarbone.
You nod with a whimper, muttering âpleaseâ and âright thereâ. The mix of your panting and hot moans drove you both to cumming against one another.
You were shaking at that point, arms now wrapping around her neck for stabilization. Vi, mimicking you, wrapped her arms around your torso, burying her face into your chest as she tried to catch her breath.
Your hair was now frizzy, your whole body aflame from the orgasm that tore through you. Viâs lips were dragging on your heated skin causing you to shut your eyes as you, too, attempted to calm down.
The two of you sat there, matching each other's breathing patterns as you both came down from your highs. Your eyes before you knew it grew heavy with exhaustion. Vi noticed how slumped you were and cradled your body to maneuver you to lay back down. Your arms were still locked around her neck, refusing to let her go.
âAre you okay?â Vi asks after a few minutes of silence, licking her swollen lips.
You chuckle softly at her question, resting your forehead on her shoulder.
âYeah. Iâm perfect.â You mutter before placing a loving kiss to her bare shoulder. âAre you okay?â
Vi nods at your words, rubbing her hands down your back. She traces the length of your spine, lulling you into the sleep that your body was asking for.
âGo to sleep, sweetheart. Iâll wake you up before I leave.â Vi encourages when she notices you fighting your tired eyes.
Your heart sank at the word âleaveâ, brows knitting with betrayal. Your exhaustion left your body for a moment at her words.
âLeave?â You delicately whisper.
âNo, no, not for good. Iâm not doing that to you again,â Vi was quick to reassure your worries. âI justâI have to find Powder. I donât know how long it will take but I will be back for you.â
You swallow your doubts that Vi will be able to change Jinx back into the girl she once was. You knew you wouldnât be able to convince Vi into staying, especially with Caitlyn tagging along with her.
âBe careful, okay? I canât lose you again,â you cup her face, running your thumb over the ink on her cheek. âYouâre my backup, remember?â
Vi manages to chuckle at your words, shaking her head.
âI never shouldâve asked you that. You were never going to be just a backup, Star,â Vi told you softly. âYou were always going to be first for me.â
Your eyes rounded with admiration at her confession.
âWe were kids when you asked me that, Vi. Iâm glad you did. Iâve never wanted anyone but you,â you tell her with a smitten grin on your lips.
Vi presses a deep kiss onto your awaiting lips, nearing knocking your teeth against one another from her own smile. You lazily kissed her back until you physically couldnât anymore. Sleep overtook you as you rested your head on her bicep that was acting as your pillow for the night. You felt one last kiss on your temple before you knocked out.
The next morning you awoke to the feeling of the bed shifting next to you. You slowly peek through squinted eyes to see Viâs blurred figure sitting on the opposite side of the bed, quietly speaking with Caitlynâs undeniable taller figure.
âIâm just pointing out how you completely disregarded the fact that I was in the room opposite of you. I had a curtain as a door,â Caitlyn quietly scolds the pink haired girl.
You try not to show any reaction but you were embarrassed that you had completely forgotten about Caitlyn resting just 10-15 feet away from you two.
âIâm not sorry for what I did but sorry you heard,â Vi snips, no doubt in your mind with raised brows.
Caitlyn sighed rather loudly before shaking her head, holding her hand up to Vi.
âLetâs just⌠get going, please. We havenât got much time.â
Silence from Vi.
âOkay. Just give me two minutes. You can wait outside the door.â
You quickly shut your eyes and pretend to sleep once again, listening for the receding footsteps. Vi spoke with care as she gently tapped your shoulder.
âStar, sweetheart?â She hummed, brushing your flyaways from your face.
âHmmm?â You open your eyes, stretching one of your arms up.
âHey. Iâm gonna head out, okay? Iâll be back as soon as I can.â Vi traces the apple of your cheeks as she talks to you.
âBe careful. I mean it, Vi.â
The blue eyed girl nods at you, giving you one last meaningful kiss onto your lips.
âI will. In fact,â Vi pulls away to reach by the bedside table, grabbing the star ring she gave you. She slid it onto her middle finger, showing you the jewelry. âIâll be back to give you this. Itâll be my good luck charm.â
There was a beat of silence before you let out a soft laugh at her ridiculousness. You adored her more than anything and anyone.
âIâll be waiting, Violet.â
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Twisted Wonderland / Otome Au
Warning: Yandere , gn reader, English is not my first language.
Notes: Okay I know I have many other au in waiting but I just liked the idea and write this instead. I hope you like it . Please share your thoughts with me.
Summary: One day, you opened your eyes and found yourself in Twisted Wonderland. And the task the System gave you is to get one of the lead characters love meter to 100% by the end of the main story and reach their happy ending.
You slowly opened your eyes to the sounds of the voices. It was dark⌠and it sounded like someone was punching to something ? You opened your mouth to speak but couldnât. As you tried to understand what was happening, a screen and two options appeared in front of you:
> Whatâs that noise?
> Is it morning already?
You clicked on one of the random options.
âI better hurry up and find that uniform before someone spots me⌠Urgggh⌠this lid weighs a ton!â
Who was talking like that?
âTry this on for size! Mya-ha!â
Suddenly, blue flames spread everywhere. You wanted to scream but you couldnât even move, let alone talk. Two options appeared in front of you again.
> BWAAAH?!
> F- fire?!
What were these options? You clicked on a random option.
âNow to grab the goods⌠What?! You ainât supposed to be awake!â
When you opened your eyes, a talking cat? And a strange room? But for a second, something seemed familiarâŚ
Two options appeared in front of you again:
> A talking⌠weasel?!
> F-floating coffins?!
You clicked the first option. With your click, words without consent came out of your mouth again.
âHow⌠How DARE YOU! I am no WEASEL! Iâm Grim , sorcerer extraordinaire!â
The cat shouted? But wait a minute Grim? Now when you look carefully, this room, these scenes were just like the game you played, Twisted Wonderland.
âTch. Whatever. YouâŚhuman! Just gimme your uniform, and be quick about it! Cause if you donâtâŚyouâre gonna regret it!â
Two options appeared in front of you again:
> S-somebody help!
> Getting roasted alive by a weasel!? What will I dream next ?
You clicked on one of the options on the screen and your legs started running on their own⌠when you finally stopped, two options appeared again on the screen that you thought was invisible to everyone except you (Grim never talked about the screen, that's why you came to this conclusion).
> Where am I?
> If this is a dream, I'm ready to wake up now.
When you clicked on one of the options, Grim's voice came from behind you.
"Foolish human! Did you really think you could slip away from ME? Now unless you wanna get burned to a crisp,take off that- Me-YEOW! That hurt!what gives?"
Just like in the prologue of the game, the man you thought was Crowley came. You weren't listening to Crowley while he was saying something. You were trying to understand the strangeness of the events. Everything seemed real, as if it couldn't be a dream, but you weren't in control of your body⌠Two options appeared on the screen that you thought was invisible again:
> Student�
> Gate�
You clicked on one of the options. Then Crowley gave you the explanations you know. And two options appeared on the screen again:
> So those coffins are likeâŚgateways?
> I think something blew the lid of mine.
You quickly clicked an option. Apparently this screen was only visible to you. The man you thought was Crowley had never talked about this screen⌠Two options appeared on the screen again and you clicked the option you chose⌠Crowleyâs answer confirmed your guess. You were in Twisted Wonderland?..
The screen appeared in front of you again.
âŚ.
The movement restrictions have been lifted. You have regained your ability to speak and move. Now you can talk and move as you wish.
âŚ.
Y/N L/N Welcome to Twisted Wonderland.
Main quest: Reach your happy ending with your true love before the main story ends.
Track the love meters of the protagonists to find out their love for you, and increase their love meters to 100%. Reach your happy ending before the main story ends.
Time limit: End of the main story
Punishment: Death
âŚ.
You opened your mouth, you could move! But wait a minute, is everything real then? As you recall, Twisted Wonderland wasn't an Otome game. But if everything was real... what would you do?
Heartslabyul
Riddle Rosehearts
Red-haired, tough and disciplined Heartslabyul dorm leader. If you follow his route, you will start at zero, but with the end of the prologue and the start of Book 1, his interest in you will drop to minus due to your friends Ace, Deuce and Grimm. Especially if you argue with him one-on-one, his love percentage, which is already at minus, will drop even more.
But don't worry, Riddle, who feels ashamed and regretful for what he made you go through after the overblot he experienced at the end of the first book, can increase his love percentage from minus to zero or even plus.
It will be easier to approach Riddle after the overblot incident. Especially after the overblot he experienced, while people stay away from him, your being by his side will fuel his love for you. So you can expect sudden increases in his love meter.
He likes to have tea with you, attend unbirthday parties and have study dates. Especially when you ask him to explain a question you are stuck on, he literally melts when you approach him while he is explaining the question to you. He will have difficulty of maintaining his facial expressions and tone of his voice.
However, there is one thing you should pay attention to. That is Riddle's controlling personality. Although he is fine in normal mode, the same cannot be said for dark mode. For this reason, you should be careful in your choices. Although some choices increase Riddle's love level, they can put him in dark mode.
In dark mode, Riddle initially isolates you from your friends under the excuse of studying without you noticing, then this progresses and before you know it, he even chooses the tea you drink. He controls your entire life. In dark mode, Riddle does not want you to be interested in anyone other than himself or be friends. Everyone is a potential threat to him. If you do not stop him in time, he can go as far as imprisoning you in his own room.
Trey Clover
Tall, kind and helpful, the vice dorm leader of heartslabyul. If you are following the Trey route, I recommend that you do not expect a sudden increase in Trey's love meter, unlike Riddle. Although Trey is affectionate and gentle, you can raise the love meter very slowly, and after a while, you may not be able to raise it at all.
Trey usually likes to help you with your studies and bake with you. However, he swears that your baking dates will be the end of him. When you giggle and wipe his face when he get flour on his face, when you lick your finger to taste the cream, or when you feed him something with your own hands, his heart beats so fast that he swears he will have a heart attack.
But he always reminds himself to control himself. He is your reliable, gentle, and loving senpai. He scolds himself for thinking such things about you. Because of this, your relationship progresses a little slowly.
Although Trey is a sweet, affectionate, and calm person, some of your choices and words can put him in dark mode.
It is very difficult to distinguish the difference between Trey in dark mode and Trey in normal mode. He never shows anything, he is always smiling, calm, and affectionate... This is what makes him dangerous. He manipulates you without you even realizing it. Going out with friends? Oh, Trey bought you tickets to the movies you wanted to go to, but if you don't want to go, you can go out with your friends. Did you make a new friend and are you spending "too much" time with them? Trey heard some nasty gossip about them... It was all your choice. Trey didn't force you to do anything.
Cater Diamond
Bright, social butterfly, 3rd year heartslabyul student Cater Diamond. If you follow Cater's route, it won't be hard to meet him, but it won't be easy to get close to him. Although Cater seems like a cheerful, relaxed, fun and friendly person, it won't be easy to pass through his walls. If you remember the fine details about his from the scenes you played in the game before and use this information to get close to him, it can be easier to get close to him.
You usually go on Cafe dates with Cater. And whenever you go out, Cater doesn't forget to take dozens of photos. Every time he takes a photo of you, he tells you how sweet and cute you look. He also doesn't forget to upload the photos he takes to magicam, after all, everyone should know how compatible a couple you are, right? Additional information: Cater loves to wear matching couple clothes with you. You can see that Cater's love meter increases especially when you wear matching clothes on dates.
Appearing closer to others or not revealing your relationship, hiding it or making small mistakes will cause Cater to have doubts and once the seeds of doubt are planted, it is hard to turn back. In dark mode, Cater does not show anything, just like Trey. He just smiles⌠With his social skills, it will not be difficult for Cater to isolate you. You see, rumors about you are everywhere and you have nothing to do but cry on Cater's shoulder. Because of the rumors, no one talks to you anymore and you are becoming more and more lonely. But don't worry, your prince charming Cater believes in you and is by your side.
Ace Trapolla
Ace Trappola, a mischievous first-year student of Heartslabyul. The first person you meet, although your first meeting was not that good, you quickly became close friends, just like in the game. Since you are close friends and in the same class, it is not very difficult to get close to Ace and increase his love meter since you spend most of your time together. The only problem is that he and Grimm are always causing you trouble and Ace is annoying.
You usually go out with Ace to cafes or on study dates. Even though Ace doesn't like studying, he likes it when you get close to him while explaining topics or explaining solutions to problems or when he watches you study. Why else would he go on a study date with you? Another activity Ace likes is when you watch him practice basketball, after all he wants you to see how cool he is. Ace also likes movie night and playing cards at the Ramshackle dorm and he visits the Ramshackle dorm often. He loves the way you get angry when you lose in every game, especially when you catch him cheating.
Now let's talk about Ace's jealousy problem. If you are not careful and neglect him, it can put Ace in dark mode. In dark mode, Ace reveals himself a little. His jokes and words are especially focused on breaking your self-confidence. However, he tries not to show it. He doesn't give you a chance to spend time with others and starts to show possessive behavior. He doesn't let you question him. He manipulates you into thinking you are inadequate and that he should be your only concern.
Your only concern should be Ace, after all, you should be thankful to him for being with a weak, magicless person like you.
Deuce Spade
Deuce Spade, a first-year student of Heartslabyul who helps you in every way, and who gets into more trouble as he tries to stay out of trouble. If you are following the Deuce Route, it won't be very difficult for you to get close to him. As in the story line, you meet in the prologue section. Since you are in the same class, you have the opportunity to get very close to him.
You usually make him study in your free time. You try to help him with the subjects he has difficulty with. Honestly , Deuce is as grateful as he is embarrassed about this. Spending your valuable time with him makes him feel special.
When you find out about his not-so-pleasant past that he hides, comforting him and encouraging him on his path to becoming an honor student increases his love meter a lot.
It's not easy to get into the dark mode Deuce route so don't worry. However, if you do get into dark mode Deuce will become more Clingy than usual. He's always afraid that you might leave him. If he sees you close to someone else he might get into a fist fight with that person when you're not around. But please don't leave him, you're his everything!
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I decided this would be fun to write...hope you enjoy! These headcanons are NSFW, so you know the rules. Billy and Stu are 20 and in college. If you want full smut of any of the slashers, let me know!
Slashers Catching You Masturbating
Bo Sinclair
You had a lonely day while Bo was at the shop, doing whatever it was he was up to. That left you alone at the house. You had free reign with your time. However, you found yourself missing Bo for some unpure reasons. So you did what any normal person would do. You went to your bedroom.
Well, shared bedroom anyway. You crawled into bed and took your shorts off, leaving you in just your panties. You started your process.
Bo had finished at the station and headed back to the house. You were too lost in your own world to notice Bo had pulled up. Bo entered the house, finding it oddly quiet at first. Usually, you were around doing something. He went deeper into the house and heard soft moans coming from behind the door.
He noticed the door was cracked and peeked into the room to see what you were doing. His eyes landed on your form, splayed out on the bed and in your own world. He smirked to himself and opened the door suddenly.
You quickly pulled your hand from your panties and blushed wildly when you realized he had caught you. "Couldn't wait for me?" He teased. You looked away from him for a moment before looking back to him. He clicked his tongue and walked to the bed. "Just so needy for me, huh?" He taunted further, letting his hand rest on your inner thigh. You nodded in response to his question.
He smirked and gently but forcefully pushed you down onto the bed before climbing over you.
Vincent Sinclair
Vincent was once again working on an art project, leaving you alone in the house. Slowly, your arousal started to build, and you needed a release. You didn't want to stop Vincent from his work, so you decided to take matters into your own hands.
You walked to your shared bedroom and laid down, getting comfortable before slipping your hand down your shorts. You closed your eyes and let your thoughts wander to what you needed most.
Vincent remembered he had left a couple of his tools in the house, specifically the bedroom. He had been working on them to keep them in pristine working order. He needed them for his current work, so he headed to the house.
It didn't take him long to arrive, and he pushed open the front door. He headed to your bedroom and pushed the door open without knocking first. He was met with you and your hand down your pants, a blush spreading across your face like a wildfire. He blushed behind his own mask at the scene. He'd be lying if he said it didn't turn him on, though.
You quickly pulled your hand out. Before you could say anything, Vincent made his way over to you. He sat on the edge of the bed and gently ran his fingers up and down your upper inner thigh, getting teasingly close to where you wanted him. He pulled his mask off and set it on the nightstand before gently pinning you to the bed.
He didn't say anything. He didn't need to say anything. He would let his actions speak for him. And spoke they did as he kissed your neck, trailing the kisses downwards.
Thomas Hewitt
You had had a long day of working in the house and just needed some stress relief. You weren't sure when Thomas would be done butchering, so you decided to occupy yourself in the meantime. You made sure to close the door but couldn't really lock it since the lock didn't work.
You peeled your clothes off and laid on the bed, naked. You found yourself moving your hand between your thighs and drifting into your thoughts. Thomas was silent coming up the stairs so you had no idea that he was on his way.
He was tired from another hard day of work, butchering the meats and carrying deceased victims. He opened the door and stepped inside, quickly shutting the door behind him when he saw you were naked. His eyes darted to the hand between your legs, and his eyes widened slightly. He hadn't expected to walk in on you in such a position.
He looked nervous, like he wasn't sure if you wanted him to help or just leave you alone for a little bit. You caught on quickly to this from his body language. You motioned for him to come to you. "You can help...if you want to." You didn't want to make him feel like he had to if he was too tired.
He seemed to perk up at the words and took off his bloodied shirt and pants, leaving him in just his boxers. He sat down on the bed beside you and pulled you onto his lap, his hand slowly moving up your thigh and towards where you wanted him to touch you.
Billy Loomis
A soft sigh fell from your lips as you unlocked your apartment. You closed the door behind you and locked it since you weren't expecting anyone for a while. You set your bag down and headed for your bedroom. Arousal had been pooling in your body as you had been out running errands. You weren't particularly sure why, but nature was in control at the moment.
You crawled onto the bed and relaxed your body. Your hand moved down between your legs, and you got lost in your thoughts. After a bit, you were pulled from your thoughts when your curtains were thrown open, and Billy entered through your window. You quickly pulled your hand away, embarrassed. "Why didn't you come in the front door?!" You asked, extremely flustered.
He stared at you curiously for a moment before piecing together what you had been doing. A smirk crept across his face. "Front door was locked. I knocked, but you must've been too busy to hear." He said smugly. You huffed softly and looked away for a moment.
When you looked back, he was already at your bedside. He sat down on your bed and gently but firmly grabbed your chin. "Did you miss me that much?" He teased. Before you could answer he kissed you, his hand moving down your body and settling close to your cunt.
Stu Macher
You had finished your day at school and had finally gotten to your dorm. Thankfully, you didn't share it with anybody. You entered and tossed your stuff down, moving to your bed and laying down. You laid there for a minute, staring at the ceiling before you decided what you were in the mood to do.
You unbuttoned your shorts and pulled them off, throwing them to the floor. You let your hand slip under your panties, and you started, getting lost in the pleasure and not paying any attention to the outside world. That's why you forgot that you didn't lock your door. To be fair, you weren't expecting anyone for a bit.
Before you could process what happened, the door was thrust open. Stu bounded in, happy as ever, almost saying something when he noticed the position you were in. He quickly shut and locked the door so nobody would be able to get in.
You, on the other hand, quickly pulled your hand away. He grinned mischievously at you and strutted playfully over to your bedside. "Whatcha up to?" He asked, teasing you. "I thought you had class right now." He shrugged. "Professor canceled. Figured I'd come visit you. Looks like I walked in just in time." He teased.
You blushed at the teasing and smirked. "Well, since you're here, do you want to help?" He nodded eagerly before playfully tackling you onto the bed.
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Wifey Material
synopsis: you were feeling bored so you decided to do something to surprise your beloved husband, kento nanami!
A/N: I was really inspired by Charlotte York from SATC while writing this lmao.
As the front door latch turned, you quickly place the empty plates down on the kitchen table. It was just a normal Wednesday night but you were feeling in a rut so you thought what better idea than to make the evening into a romantic date night. You had set everything up perfectly, jazz playing in the background, lighting dimmed so the kitchen was ambient and finally a delicious meal placed on the dining table with bottles of red wine. You were very proud of yourself, considering just a few years ago the only dish you could make was a peanut butter and jam sandwich.
âHoney, Iâm home.â Nanami called out from the hallway.
âIâm just in the kitchen!â You called back, carefully smoothing your dress and tousling up your hair in the mirrorâs reflection. âIâve made us dinner tonight!â You turned to face him, giving him a smile and pointing towards the picturesque view on the dinner table.Â
Nanami's eyes softened as he took in the scene, pausing for a moment as a gentle smile spread across his face. He walked over, setting his keys down with a faint clink, and wrapped his arms around you in a warm embrace.
"Wow," he murmured, his voice filled with admiration. "You really went all out." His gaze lingered on the carefully laid table, the soft candlelight dancing across the wine glasses, and the faint aroma of your cooking filling the air. "I feel like I'm in one of those fancy restaurants that we always go to.â
You chuckled, giving him a playful nudge. "Well, why go out when you can have the best meal right here?"
Nanamiâs hands moved to yours, squeezing gently before he guided you over to the table. "Sit down," he said, pulling out a chair for you. "I think it's only fair that I get to serve you after all this effort."
Blushing, you allowed him to take your seat and watched as he poured the wine, the deep crimson liquid swirling in the glass. He sat across from you, raising his glass with a smile. "To you," he said, his voice warm and genuine, "and to evenings like this. Thank you for making tonight so special."
Your glasses clinked, and the smooth notes of the jazz soundtrack filled the comfortable silence between you. As you took your first bites, you found yourself glancing up every so often, catching his gaze and exchanging small, knowing smiles. Each taste of the food felt more flavourful, every sip of wine a little richer with him there.
Nanami reached across the table, taking your hand and brushing his thumb over your knuckles as he shared a memory from one of your early dates.
"You know," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, "I knew even then, on our first date, that I wanted nights like this with you. For the rest of my life.â
You couldnât help but feel your heart flutter. Here in the warm glow of the evening youâd created, with his hand in yours wearing matching rings and the world outside fading away, everything felt perfectly in place.
Nanamiâs gaze lingered on you for a moment as he set his wine glass down, an unreadable look in his eyes. He took a breath as if to say something but hesitated, a soft smile dancing on his lips as he reached across the table to hold your hand again.
âYou know,â he began, his voice tender but a bit more serious than before, âI donât think Iâve ever felt this⌠settled.â He looked around at the cozy, candlelit scene you had created and then back at you, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand thoughtfully. âIâve always known that I wanted a life like thisâa warm home, someone to come back to⌠but I never imagined it would feel this good.â
You felt a warm flush rise to your cheeks as his words sank in, realising just how much tonight meant to him. You gave his hand a small squeeze, feeling your heart swell. âIâm glad,â you murmured, smiling as you looked down, slightly shy under his gaze. âI wanted tonight to feel special. I just wanted you to know how much you mean to me.â
Nanamiâs grip tightened, and his face softened even more, a hint of vulnerability showing in his usually composed demeanour. âIt does,â he whispered, then took another deep breath, looking at you with a mixture of love and something elseâsomething deeper. âAnd you know⌠I think about it sometimes, what it would be like if it wasnât just the two of us. If⌠maybe someday⌠we had a family of our own.â
Your heart skipped a beat. You stared at him, both surprised and elated, and the words seemed to sink slowly into the room around you. The idea of starting a family with Nanami was one youâd both hinted at in passing, like a soft dream floating in the background, but hearing him say it now, here, felt profound.
âReally?â you asked, a warm smile breaking across your face. You hadnât expected this conversation tonight, but the way he was looking at you made it feel as natural as breathing.
He chuckled softly, nodding as he looked down at your hands, entwining your fingers more tightly. âYeah. I think Iâd like that. A little home filled with our own kind of happiness. I can picture usâmaybe two little ones running around, their laughter filling these walls⌠maybe a few quiet nights like this, where we can just sit back and watch them grow.â
The image he painted was beautiful, like a warm vision of the life you hadnât quite let yourself imagine fully. You could see it tooâa home with him, the two of you sharing not just nights like this, but years together, growing and building a family.
You leaned in, resting your free hand over his. âI love that,â you whispered, barely able to contain the excitement and warmth spreading through you. âI want that too. I think weâd make a pretty amazing team.â
Nanami laughed softly, his eyes lighting up with happiness as he reached over, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear with a gentleness that made you melt. âThen letâs keep building this dream. Little by little, just like tonight.â
You both sat there, hands intertwined, silently absorbing this new shared dream, feeling a fresh layer of love and commitment deepen between you. The future felt bright, warm, and filled with a kind of joy you both knew would only grow with time. For now, though, this moment was all you needed. You squeezed his hand, your eyes meeting his, knowing that whatever the future held, it would be a beautiful journey together.
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Stop, we're too full of your delicious meals. We can't take anymore of it. đŤ (still have room for anything masterpiece of a fanfiction you have blessed us for today and more. đ¤) I don't think I've seen you done rodimus or not. Think you can whip him up one? đ
I did, but also havenât updated the Masterlist since itâs a pain on my phone. Hereâs part two, though
Attractive Today Pt 2
MTMTE Rodimus x Reader
⢠âNothing broken, but probably a concussion,â Ratchet grumbles, drawing back from the limp form sprawled on a Cybertronian sized exam table to lightly smack the scanner against his other palm. Like heâs thinking about hitting him with it, even though this isnât his fault. How can he possibly know what everyone on the ship is doing all the time? Co-captain doesnât mean watching the crew all the time to make sure no oneâs doing something stupid. It shouldnât anyway. âHow many of them are there?â
⢠Spreading his hands in a shrug makes Ratchetâs servos tighten on the scanner. âBrainstorm was a bit vague on that part,â Rodimus says, attention dropping to the human. Theyâre tiny, but surely if there were more, theyâd have been noticed already. He hadnât brought up Brainstormâs vague and oddly threatening ânot on the ship,â either. Because heâs not at all happy with the implications of that. âI donât suppose you might-â
⢠âAbsolutely not,â Ratchet cuts him off, now brandishing the scanner like a weapon. âThat isnât my problem, captain.â
âCo-captain,â he mutters, gingerly picking the human up and trying to not shudder at how disconcertingly limp it is in his hand. Megatron was supposed to be the one handling the boring, responsible stuff. Like reports and making sure stuff like this isnât happening.
⢠Whirl had wanted it, but actually handing over a very small, very helpless thing to that lunatic? Almost as bad as the idea of more humans left behind on planets or ships theyâd interacted with or passed too near. Or just floating out in space like horrifying, frozen markers behind the ship. That he refuses to think about. Maybe Mags will take it? He likes humans. Possibly. Striding out of the Medbay in search of Magnus, he starts running through possible alternate human sitters. Swerve?
⢠Head pounding, you squint your eyes open with a groan and lift a hand to touch your temple. Or try to. Your arms are pinned at your sides and whateverâs restraining you is warm, shifting slightly against you. And with dawning horror you remember that awful metal chicken-legged abomination snatching at you with those claws while the other one egged him on. Chasing you. Thereâs been a third one, right? Right, turning your head you stare up at the red and yellow nightmare staring down at you in surprise. âHey,â it says, flashing a lot of big teeth in a big mouth.
⢠And youâre screaming again, and Primus, you have some volume. âDonât eat me!â You wail, thumping your tiny fists against his servos like you think you can fend him off from⌠eating you? Well, that explains a lot of the panicked run straight into a wall. But where had you gotten the ideal that Cybertronians eat humans from? Growling under his breath, he tightens his grip as you try to squirm right out of his hand, completely oblivious to the possible fall. Fragging Whirl.
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10 | Daily Drabble
Chris Sturniolo
The soft sound of phones ringing in the background usually doesn't bother you. Normally it would be an oddly enjoyable ambience to keep you focused on your work. However today the noise meets your ears like nails on a chalkboard.
Every little thing, every little sound reminds you that you're here. At work, where you are supposed to be focusing. But your mind is buzzing with frustration after that one awful interaction. Despite the fact that the heinous customer had left almost an hour ago, you are still seething at the audacity of their demands. The temporary slow period of the day has given you far too much time to dwell on your emotions.
Not being able to respond in the way you had so desperately wanted to had caused all the internalised anger to fester in your chest, swelling to the point of almost bubbling over. Your body aches for the comfort of your home, your bed, your boyfriend. Just as your eyes begin to prickle with frustrated tears you hear a familiar voice calling over the desk.
Chris.
He's standing there with a small sheepish grin on his face and his hands behind his back. "Sorry, I hope you're not busy..." The small grin on his face spreads further as he pulls his hands out from behind his back, revealing the most beautiful bouquet of your favourite flowers.
Suddenly, the tightness in your chest begins to melt. The sight of your boyfriend before you with that adorable soft pink hue to his cheeks washes away any sense of anger you were feeling and your lips curl up to match his embarrassed grin.
How did he know?
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Dancing in the Rain
18+ No Minors
A/N: no really many warnings, mentions of smut but that's it mainly fluff. I wanted to write a little something for my fellow Americans who are upset this past week. It's not much but it's something! Love you all.
Hugh knew the moment the rain started pouring, that your mood was fixing to go from bad to worse. You had a bad week at work and have been arguing with your family a little more than usual so Hugh suggested he grill out for dinner and it cheered you up, right up until now when the rain decided to ruin that.
"Perfect ending to a perfect week." You grumbled as you walked past the kitchen window. "It's not that bad, darling. I can still cook something if you want." Hugh suggests, trying to cheer you up. "It's fine. I think there's some soup in the freezer we can heat up." You say as you walk over to the fridge.
Hugh sighs, knowing that you're not being cold on purpose but it still hurts his feelings when you act like this towards him, especially when he's done nothing wrong. "C'mon. I have an idea." He says holding his hand out for you. "Hugh, I just want to eat and go to bed." You tell him.
"Darling, please." His voice stays soft but you can tell by his tone he's getting annoyed. You grab his hand and he opens the sliding door, pulling you outside. "Hugh!" You exclaim as the rain soaks you both immediately.
His hands wrap around your waist and pull you to him as he starts swaying side to side. "Remember our first date when we danced in the rain?" He asks, feeling you start to relax at the memory. "After the restaurant messed up our reservation and the picnic you tried to take me out to later on." You reminisce, smiling softly as he twirls you.
"Everybody said that it was a sign this wasn't meant to be but baby," Hugh dips you, holding onto tightly while he stars in your eyes, "That day only made me want more of you." You push the hair out from his forehead, kissing him deeply.
He stands you up again and you both start dancing more, giggling as he lifts you up and spins the two of you around. His chin sits on your stomach as you look down at him with a big smile.
You wrap your legs around his waist, holding his face in your hands as you admire each little wrinkle you've fallen in love with. "I'm sorry that I've been such a pain lately. I don't deserve the patience you've given me.' You softly say, hoping he can hear over the sound of the rain.
"You have every right to be mad, darling. All that matters to me is that you feel safe enough with me to let your emotions out. I will do anything to make you feel better." He tells you while your hands attempt to comb his hair back. "How about we go back in the house and I make it up to you?" You ask with a small smirk. "I think I would love that. And after you do that, I will help you out with remembering nothing but my name." His voice quickly turns deep, causing a blush to spread across your face as he carries you inside.
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Challengers (Hirai Momo x Reader x Park Jihyo)
Kind of challengers inspired, Dancing instead of tennis, smut and fluff. Top!Momo, Switch!Jihyo,
You had known your friends Momo and Jihyo for a while, they had started as your dance students who were already best friends but you soon become close friends. Though the lines blurred between friendship and something else, lingering touches when showing dance moves and stares shared through the mirror when rehearsing but not with just one, both of them, like they were competing for your attention, who will win the title of being yours. The tension shared was so intense you had thought they wanted to fuck each other instead of you, though that still could be true.
This weekend was a dance competition your team was competing in, the hotel rooms being low and the lack of funds led you the three of you sharing not only a room but a bed, it was a big enough bed that could fit you pretty comfortably if you cuddled together and none of you thought that was a necessarily bad idea. It was the night before your competition and Momo had found some alcohol so the three of you were sitting on the floor in a circle drinking and talking, well flirting. The shorts youâre wearing rode up on your thighs which Momoâs eyes fixated on as soon as you sat down, Jihyo was more subtle only glancing every now and then.
âSo have you guys ever like, hooked up?â You ask out of nowhere, the alcohol getting in the way of filtering your words. The two women were obviously shocked by the question, their mouths hung open slightly as they looked at each other.
âUh-no.â Momo finally states.
âWhy?â Jihyo speaks up now.
âJust curious, i mean you have this weird tension so.â
âWh- what?â
âTension?â
They both speak at the same time.
âI just canât tell if you hate each other or want to fuck each other.â
The girls look at each other as if deciding if they want to reveal their thoughts.
âWell, honestly, we both want to fuck you and have kind of been challenging each other, who can get your attention and such.â Jihyos cheeks are flush as she speaks and you canât tell if itâs from the alcohol or her confession.
âOh.â Is all you say, butterflies in your stomach. You were attracted to them both for sure, but having them here suddenly confessing to competing for your attention made you shrink.
âIâm sorry, I didnât mean to make you uncomfortable.â
âNo, you didnât. Iâm just thinking.â You tell Jihyo as she got more flustered, you think of how to deal with the situation, your mind thinks of kicking one of them out and choosing for good or maybe just leaving them alone in the room but you settle on the final idea before you abruptly stand and sit on the edge of the bed staring at the girls whoâs eyes never left you spreading your legs a bit with your hands resting behind you, âwhat are you waiting for? You said you both wanted to fuck me right?â You raise an eyebrow at the pair who look at each other before eagerly standing and taking their places on the sides of you.
Even as youâre giving them both their chance theyâre still waiting, wanting you to choose who you want first so they could have a winner in their little competition. You decide on kissing Momo first as she was closer to you and more confident but you tangle one hand in each of their hair and bring them close to you. You part from Momo after a minute, saliva connecting you before Jihyo smashes her lips into yours obviously needy from the site that unfolded in front of her. Her kiss is messier, her tongue pushing past your lips and tangling in yours. Momo occupies herself by kissing your neck, leaving a few marks that she knows youâll yell at her for later when you have to cover them up for competition.
When you part from Jihyo you look at them both, their eyes lidded and cheeks pink. Your hands still tangled in their hair you push their heads until their lips join in a kiss, they are shocked at first but soon an underlying need took over them as they made out, at first you just watched getting more turned on but then you left kisses on both of their necks making them moans into each others mouths. You eventually lay yourself in the middle of the bed, your movement distracting the girls enough for them to part and look at you. You felt like prey being hunted, a trophy in a competition and it was exhilarating.
âTake off your shirt.â Momo says, a soft yet dominating tone, as she crawls over lay next to you.
You oblige, of course. While undressing you donât even notice Jihyo who has laid on your other side and is kissing down your jaw while her hand now glides over your bare stomach and chest leaving goosebumps in its trail, pinching your nipples as her fingers made their way to them. Momo was doing the same on the other side but her hand ventured lower onto your thigh, which would brush against your center every other stroke.
âCan I take these off?â Jihyo asks as she toys with the waistband of your shorts.
âPleaseâ
âSo needy.â Momo mumbles as she kisses right below your ear.
Jihyo takes your shorts off, your underwear coming with it and you suddenly feel very exposed. A blush takes over your face and your body tenses slightly, not going unnoticed by either woman.
âWhatâs wrong?â Jihyo asks, the concern seemed genuine.
âIâm just.. the only one with no clothes on.â
The girls share a look before chuckling a bit, both shedding their clothes to match you before retaking their places.
âWho do you want first?â Momo asks, a confidence in her voice thatâs makes it clear she thinks youâll say her, while Jihyo is simply looking at you with a plainer stare as to not sway your decision with her wary face as she did earlier.
âBoth.â You decide, âyou know team work.â
âTeam?â Itâs clear by Momoâs tone and the raise of her eyebrow that she wanted to be able to win whatever was happening between her and Jihyo.
âUnless you just want to stop?â You challenge, starting to raise up from your spot on the bed.
âThatâs not necessary.â Jihyo says almost too quickly, placing a hand on your chest and pushing you back down and placing her lips on yours. Momo makes herself busy placing dark marks on your chest while her fingers ghost along your thighs causing you to shiver and her to smirk.
âWant me to touch you?â Her voice is deep as she whispers into your ear.
âPlease.â
Her fingers finally brush against your center, moving up and down slowly.
âSo wet, youâve been thinking about this havenât you?â
You just nod as you let out whimpers at the movements of her fingers, Jihyo was now bringing her lips to your chest, her tongue wrapping around your nipples.
âTell me. Did you think of just one or both of us?â
âBoth.â You answered without hesitation, it was true you had dreams about the both of them, separately and together just as you were now. You can feel Jihyo smirk against your skin as she looks to Momo, a look in her eyes that clearly says âI told you she wants me too.â
âDirty girl.â Momo rasps out with a chuckle as she quickens the circles sheâs making with her fingers. The sounds youâre making get louder, echoing off the walls a bit Jihyo squeezed her thighs together as she listened which Momo noticed, âHyo, baby, why donât you sit on that pretty face while I take care of our girl?â
The tone of her voice and the little pet name made you question again if they were truly just friends, Jihyoâs eagerness to sit up doesnât help your thoughts.
âIs that what you want?â Jihyo asks before she follows Momoâs directions. As you nod she takes her place hovering over your mouth, her hand going to your hair while you hold onto her thighs pulling her down to meet your tongue.
âFuckâ she hisses at the contact.
Momo crawls down so sheâs level with your center, her fingers never stopping their circling though she replaces them with her tongue quickly, moving her fingers lower to slide inside of you at an agonizingly slow pace. Your moans vibrate against jihyo causing her to moan louder, grinding down against your mouth. You reach your orgasm quick enough with Momoâs skilled fingers working inside of you and the sounds coming from the girl sitting on you, Momo takes her mouth away from you but keeps her fingers moving inside of you, sitting up to grab Jihyo and kiss her, your cum practically dripping from her lips, the sounds Jihyo makes now comes from the taste of you now in her mouth.
âOur girl tastes so good doesnât she?â Momo says into Jihyos ear, who nods too focused on her building pleasure, her thighs shaking a bit as she rides your face, âyouâre making a big mess you know?â Momo says as she looks at where sheâs riding your face.
âShut up.â Jihyo growls, their rivalry obviously still alive enough, but itâs obvious she enjoys the effects of Momo as cums soon after, leaving even more of a mess on you. By the time she lays beside you, you could barely breathe not that you minded, it doesnât help that she also immediately pulls you into a kiss as she lays there.
âLet our girl breathe.â Momo says, pushing Jihyo back so she disconnects from you.
You canât tell if itâs from lack of air or exhaustion or the pure pleasure you felt with the two but your eyes were heavy lidded, and your chest heaved as you caught your breath.
Jihyo of course didnât let that be the only round, as she felt it was unfair that only Momo got to touch you and you thought she made a fair point. Though you end up cumming more times than you can count, the pairs competitive nature coming out in the form of how many orgasms they can give you. Itâs only the next day when you regret letting them have you in any way, when youâre in warm ups before your competition, legs trembling as you stretch.
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Hello! May I request a shadow x reader, where the reader loves him in any form or shape, etc. Imagine Shadow turning into that Doom morph in Sonic X Shadow generations, and reader is still head over heels for him. Admiring his form with gleaming eyes filled with fondness and adoration, plus readers curiosity of touching those tentacles, or all of him in general.
Thank you!
unwavering adoration
WARNING: None
PAIRING: Shadow the Hedgehog x Reader
NOTE: Thank you so much for requesting this! Hope you enjoy :)
SUMMARY: Youâve always admired Shadow in every way. When you stumble upon him in his Doom morph, your reaction catches him off guardâbut in the best way.
You had always loved every part of Shadow, from his calm, stoic strength to his unwavering loyalty to those he cared about. But even after all this time, it was clear he still kept parts of himself hidden.
When you stumbled across him in his other formâa figure with dark, twisting tentacles and an otherworldly aura swirling around himâyou felt a spark of intrigue and awe instead of the fear he probably expected.
"Shadow?" you whispered, taking a cautious step forward. "Is⌠that you?"
A deep, layered voice responded. âYes. I didn't mean for you to see me like this. Sorry.â His words sounded richer, darker somehow, like they were coming from another realm altogether.
You couldnât stop the wonder from spreading across your face as you studied the mysterious form before you. Shadow was still himself, but there was a supernatural energy that gave him a powerful, almost regal presence. âYou can talk like that? That's amazing.â
Shadow tilted his head, his red eyes glowing with an intensity that could intimidate anyone but you. âYouâre⌠not frightened?â
You shook your head, absolutely fascinated. âNo way. Itâs⌠beautiful. Can IâŚ?â You hesitated, then reached out toward one of the dark, smooth tentacles, curiosity radiating from you.
He nodded, watching you carefully. âIf you wish.â
Your fingers lightly brushed one of the tentacles. It was cool and smooth to the touch, surprisingly gentle as it wrapped around your hand, almost instinctively curling to hold you. You laughed softly, beaming at him.
âTheyâre so cool,â you murmured, running your fingers along the tentacle, and then up to where it connected to his shoulder. âI had no idea you could look like this.â
Shadowâs gaze softened as he watched you explore his form without fear or hesitation. âItâs⌠a part of me I didnât think youâd ever see,â he admitted quietly. âThis form was something I thought best kept⌠hidden.â
âWell, it doesnât have to be.â You smiled up at him, your admiration evident in your eyes. âI think itâs incredible. Itâs just another side of you.â
For the first time, Shadow felt a sense of pride in his other form. Not because of its power or fearsome nature, but because you saw it as something worthy of appreciation.
âI could stay in this form a bit longer,â he offered quietly, voice dipping into that layered tone that sent a pleasant shiver through you. âIf youâre comfortable with it.â
You grinned, nodding eagerly. âIâm more than comfortable. Thereâs just⌠so much to take in.â You took a small step back, letting your eyes roam over his figure, noting the way the dark energy seemed to pulse and breathe around him, as though alive in its own right.
Shadowâs gaze softened further. âThen take all the time you need.â
You reached out once more, this time trailing your fingers along the glowing red markings on him. They were cool to the touch, and you swore you felt a subtle thrum of power beneath your fingertips. âYou donât have to hide anything from me, Shadow,â you whispered, voice filled with gentle affection. âIâll always want every part of you, no matter what it looks like.â
For the first time, he seemed to struggle for words, caught off guard by the depth of your acceptance. âI never expected anyone to feel⌠this way about it.â He closed his eyes for a moment, letting himself truly relax, feeling the trust between you deepen.
When he opened his eyes again, there was a softness in his expression, the faintest trace of a smile gracing his features. âThank you,â he murmured.
You gazed up at him with the same unyielding fondness. âYouâll never need to thank me for that. Being with youâevery part of youâis my choice.â
The air between you felt charged with a shared understanding, a quiet intimacy that transcended even words. Shadow gently wrapped one of his tentacles around your shoulders, pulling you into a gentle embrace, his gaze lingering on you with gratitude.
As you rested against him, feeling the unique combination of warmth and otherworldly energy that surrounded him, you knew one thing for certain: there would never be a side of Shadow you couldnât love.
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ĘÉ pairing : yunho x reader ĘÉ au : idol! | 9th member | established relationship ĘÉ genre : fluff ĘÉ word count : 1.040 words ĘÉ summary: after yunho came back from new york, he was eager to join you on a dance. ĘÉ what if! yunho and yn are dating
As he reached the door, he paused, taking in the faint rhythm vibrating through the hallway. Yunho had always loved watching you danceâit was mesmerizing how you could command the space with such energy and grace. He chuckled to himself, thinking about all the random little things heâd missed while he was away in New York: your habit of staying late in the practice room, your laughter that seemed to brighten the entire studio, and even the lighthearted banter youâd always shared.
Taking a deep breath, he gently opened the door and peeked in. There you were, completely absorbed in the music, moving with an intensity that made it seem like no one else existed in the room. He watched, mesmerized, a warm smile spreading across his face. He didnât want to interrupt but couldnât help himself.
âSomeoneâs been practicing extra hard while I was away, huh?â he teased, his voice soft but filled with excitement.
You jumped, clutching onto your chest as you turned to Yunho.
" jesus christ Yu," you gasped, laughter leaving his lip as he walked towards you.
Yunho laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he approached. âSorry, sorry! Didnât mean to scare you,â he said, raising his hands in mock surrender. But the grin on his face told you he wasnât really sorry at all.
You rolled your eyes, still catching your breath. âYou almost gave me a heart attack,â you muttered, but there was a smile creeping onto your face. His presence, his laughâit was so familiar and comforting after missing him for so long.
Yunho wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him as he placed a kiss on your lip. Melting in his arms, you returned the kiss, enjoying the warmth of him.
When you finally pulled back, he smiled softly, his gaze filled with that mixture of tenderness and mischief that only he could pull off. "You have no idea how much I missed this," he murmured, brushing a stray hair from your face.
You smiled, resting your forehead against his. "Maybe I do," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. "You being gone was way too quiet."
Yunho chuckled, holding you a little closer. " so, what are you working on?"
Your eyes brighten with joy and Yunho could of sworn he fell even more in love with you when you rushed over towards the speaker where your phone was at. Yunhoâs eyes lit up as he watched you, feeling his heart swell at how passionate you were. He loved seeing you like thisâcompletely in your element, your excitement practically contagious.
" i was just dancing. Care to join?" you asked, pressing play on the playlist.
Yunhoâs grin widened, and he didnât hesitate for a second to rush to your side when he realized the song you decided to play.
Lost in the music and each other, you didnât notice the door crack open, revealing curious faces peeking through. San, Wooyoung, and Hongjoong stood just outside, their expressions a mix of amusement and surprise as they watched you and Yunho dancing so closely, clearly in your own world.
Wooyoung nudged San with a smirk. âLook at those two, huh? Theyâre practically in their own movie.â
San chuckled, shaking his head. âWho knew Yunho had such moves? And here I thought he only danced like that on stage.â
Hongjoong smiled softly, crossing his arms as he continued to watch. He didnât say anything, but there was a warmth in his eyes as he observed how happy you both seemed together.
Back inside, you and Yunho moved together effortlessly, his hand on your hip guiding you as you spun back to face him. The music softened, and for a moment, he looked at you with a tenderness that made your heart race.
As the song came to an end, Yunho cupped your face bringing you into a kiss. The world seemed to melt away as Yunhoâs lips met yours, soft and warm, his hand gently cradling your face as he pulled you even closer. The lingering notes of the song faded, leaving only the quiet sound of your heartbeats echoing in the space between you. You melted into the kiss, feeling completely safe and grounded in his arms.
Your fingers grazed his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat beneath your touch, and he smiled against your lips, his thumb brushing your cheek. When you finally pulled back, both of you slightly breathless, Yunhoâs eyes searched yours, a hint of awe in his gaze as if he, too, couldnât quite believe the moment was real.
You both jumped from the cough that came from the door, and there stood your captain with Wooyung and San had smirking faces. Hongjoong held his phone up, showing your live as your face paled.
Your heart dropped as you realized what Hongjoong was showing youâthe live stream was still running, and ATINY had witnessed every second of your intimate moment with Yunho. Heat rushed to your face as you took in the comments flooding the screen, filled with shocked emojis, heart eyes, and a storm of excited messages.
âOops,â Yunho whispered, his cheeks turning pink as he scratched the back of his neck, clearly embarrassed but unable to hold back a sheepish grin.
Wooyoung leaned against the doorway, barely holding back his laughter. âWell, looks like you two just made ATINYâs day. Didnât know weâd be giving them that kind of fan service!â
Hongjoong lowered his phone, stifling a chuckle as he raised an eyebrow at you both. âYou know, if youâre going to turn dance practice into a romance special, you might want to remember when youâre live.â
San smirked, crossing his arms as he chimed in, âYeah, Iâd say that kiss has already gone viral by now.â
You buried your face in your hands, letting out a groan. Yunho had rush over to grab your phone, ending the live. âOh my god⌠Iâm never going to live this down, am I?â
Yunho wrapped an arm around your shoulder, giving you a reassuring squeeze, his own laughter finally bubbling up. âHey, maybe itâs not so bad,â he teased. âAt least now everyone knows we make a pretty good teamâin all ways.â
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I love the idea of the blurbs, Leah! What do you think about Rhett + "Youâre the best decision Iâve ever made" (fluff)? â¤ď¸
rhett never really paid attention to the calendar that was on the fridge in the kitchen. it had been a fixture there since youâd moved in together, and over time, his brain sort of tuned it out, and he never stopped to observe the notes and reminders you wrote upon it. but for whatever reason, on this morning in particular, he paused to look at the calendar when he went to grab his lunch box out of the fridge.
todayâs date was significant. when he saw the number circled in blue ink, he knew. youâd marked the one year anniversary of the day you left wabang together. a pivotal moment in rhettâs life. the day he finally gained the courage to spread his wings and find himself outside of his family. in just one year, so much had changed. he worked at a horse rehabilitation center, and he enjoyed going to work every day. he lived in a safe, comfortable environment that he looked forward to coming home to every evening. and most importantly, he had you.
you were everything. his biggest cheerleader. his anchor. his soulmate. you were patient and understanding as he navigated those first few months of life away from his family. it was difficult for him, because he struggled to rid himself of the guilt he felt for leaving. he knew it was the right decision, the necessary decision, but it broke him to say goodbye to his young niece, amy. her tearful eyes as he kissed her on the head never left his mind. yes, he could visit her and the rest of the family any time he wanted, but it was still hard to leave.
but he had made it through those first few months, and after that, the healing process began. you held his hand through it all. supporting him in everything that he did. encouraging him to take a leap of faith and apply at that rehabilitation center. buying him a congratulatory cake when he got the job. telling him you were so proud of him. he wasnât sure how he got so lucky to be blessed by someone like you, but he was deeply grateful.
âmorninâ, handsome,â your voice carried across the kitchen, pulling him from his reverie. his chest warmed at the sight of you, sleepy-eyed, still in your pajamas. you were smiling at him. and you were so beautiful. suddenly, he was overcome, and his eyes grew misty as a wave of tears came forth. concern creased upon your brow as you noticed this. âhey, whatâs wrong?â you asked as you approached him, already reaching out to tilt his face toward you.
he shook his head, bottom lip quivering. âiâŚuh, i just noticed itâs been a year since we left wabang,â he managed to speak. âand i was just thinkinââŚâ god, he could hardly get the words out. he reached for you, hands resting gently upon your hips. âiâm so glad we did. it was the best decision i ever made. youâre the best decision iâve ever made.â because without you, he wouldnât have made it.
your own eyes grew soft with emotion, and you leaned in to kiss him sweetly. âoh, rhett. iâm glad we left, too. iâve never seen you so happy. it does my heart good.â you hummed as he bent his head so that he could rest his forehead against yours.
âiâm a better man, because of you,â he confessed.
âwe bring out the best in each other,â you echoed. another kissed pressed to his lips. âi love you, cowboy.â
with a smile, he nuzzled his nose against yours. âlove yâ more.â
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