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fettuccin-e · 2 years ago

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The Wonderful Way Things Change

A/N: hi there everyone... shamefully, very shamefully, I have not posted anything original since i think like february. it was an unplanned hiatus! promise it was completely unplanned, this semester just really kicked my ass lol. BUT HERE WE ARE! with matt smut of course how could I not because he is the loml so please enjoy! love you!

Description: Based off this ask, and can be read as a loose sequel to this (my first ever fanfic oh boy oh boy). In which Foggy calls you to check in on Matt, and the sight of your boyfriend all disheveled in a suit is making you a tad desperate. Thankfully, neither of you have the self-control to keep your hands to yourselves.

Tags: Matt Murdock x Reader, afab!fem!reader, no use of y/n, smut like so much smut who do you think I am, fucking Matty in a suit, oral (f!recieving), unprotected piv (pls wrap it up irl fuck them kids) (w/c: 2.5K)

Yours and Matt’s relationship is new, somewhat, but you both know that it’s been a long time coming. It’s only been a few weeks since he finally kissed you for the first time, since he healed your poor, pining heart. It’s not like other relationships you’ve had, with the talking stage at the beginning, where you’re still asking each other about your childhoods, favorite movies, and songs. You and Matt already know everything about each other.

He knows about your shitty job that you hate but manages to pay the bills. He knows all about your childhood, all of your hopes and dreams. Up until a few weeks ago, the only secret you’d kept from him was your frankly ridiculous crush on him.

But you know that it’s the same way for him. You already know about Daredevil, and to Matt’s unending surprise, you accept him, love him for who he is. You don’t want him to give up either side of himself; you’re happy to just have him. Matt is still trying to get used to the feeling of actually having you, instead of just being by your side, letting you slip through his fingers.

Up until a few weeks ago, Matt had resigned himself to only being your friend. The friendship he’d found in you at Columbia would remain just that. Unbeknownst to him, you’d resigned yourself the exact same way. But a misunderstanding and a frustrated and ridiculously dramatic love confession later, you’d finally kissed him like he’d only dreamed of. You’d allowed him to touch you like he’d always wanted, and Matt could swear that he’s never felt anything softer, never tasted anything sweeter than you.

So the relationship is new, but it also feels like you and Matt have just been waiting, settling into routines like you’ve been together for years. You know how Matt is, how he’ll bury himself into cases and recordings and court documents, searching for that one bit of evidence that proves his client is innocent. He sends Foggy and Karen home on nights like these, insisting that they need to sleep, that they work too hard as is.

“He’s gonna be there for hours,” Foggy tells you over the phone. “You’ve gotta get him out of there or he’s going to collapse.” You laugh, pulling on your coat and stepping out of Matt’s apartment.

Ever since you had both confessed your feelings for each other, and Matt had finally, finally taken you to bed, you had more or less moved in. It hadn’t been intentional, nor had Matt officially asked you, but the one time you had broached the subject of maybe sleeping at your own apartment, Matt’s arms had wrapped around you, holding you to him while he pressed desperate kisses all over your face and neck, telling you that his apartment was so cold without you there.

“C’mon, sweetheart, haven’t we spent more than enough time apart?” he had murmured, and you had agreed.

“Yeah, alright Fog, I’m heading over there now. I’ll make sure you have a well-rested partner by tomorrow,” you giggle into the phone, and you laughed even harder at Foggy’s genuine sigh of relief.

“Christ, how did Nelson, Murdock and Page survive without you and Matt together?”

“It’s truly a mystery, Foggy,” you tease, and Foggy laughs with you. He keeps you on the phone the entire walk to their office building, filling you in on the cases he, Karen, and Matt are working on. You could talk to Foggy for hours, really, but he lets you go as you walk up the steps to their offices. With a promise to talk soon, maybe take a trip to Josie’s, you hang up, shoving your phone into your coat pocket.

You can hear the recording Matt is listening to through the door to his office, some judge droning on and on. You enter the room quietly, heart beating wildly at Matt in his sharp suit, without his glasses, hair mussed from his fingers running through it the way they usually do when he’s working through a case. You watch as a smile blooms across his pretty lips, his eyes lifting to your direction as he pauses the recording.

“Hi, baby,” he says, and his sheer beauty in that moment nearly brings you to your knees. This man, with his hair sticking up in every direction, his tie slightly loosened at his chest, big brown eyes and wide smile is yours. All yours. You can’t help how your heart beats even harder at the thought.

You watch his grin meld into a knowing smirk as he listens to the quick pattering of your heartbeat. “Something got you worked up, sweetheart?”

You hum, crossing the room to where he sits in his office chair. “Oh, you know,” you drawl, trying to keep your voice coy and light, even though you know that your heart is giving away your sudden desperation for the man in front of you. “I’m just thinking about all of the things I get to do now.”

“To me?” He’s playing coy too, trying to goad you.

“Always to you, Matty,” you giggle, and he chuckles in return. You swing a leg over his lap, straddling him and relishing in how his chuckle morphs into a choked gasp.

“What- What kinds of things, gorgeous?” his voice is breathier now, beautifully affected by your actions.

“Just how I can do things like this,” you wrap your hand into his tie, tugging him towards your mouth. “And things like this-” you breathe over his mouth, before capturing his pretty, enticing lips with your own.

Matt groans into the kiss, smoothing his hands over your hips before reaching behind you to grab your ass in his big, thick hands, tugging you further up his lap. Your clothed pussy rests just over the bulge of his cock through his slacks, and you can feel it thickening beneath you.

“And you call me worked up, Matty?” you murmur against his mouth, wiggling in his lap and pulling a soft moan from his lips.

“When my gorgeous girlfriend walks into my office, smelling like my apartment and so fucking soft on top of me,” he says, squeezing your ass again, “how can you expect me to be calm, baby?”

Your stomach bursts into butterflies at the title. You’re his girlfriend. He’s your boyfriend. It feels so very juvenile, like you’re twenty years old again and still trying to get through calculus class. Maybe it’s because you’ve been waiting that long. Waiting for him, since you first met him and Foggy at Columbia. It feels so far away now, so different, and yet, you still burn bright and warm with Matt’s attention on you. Calling you his girlfriend.

He shifts his hips under yours, the bulge of his thick cock against your pussy impossible to ignore, and you whine, just barely, but Matt hears. Of course he does.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he murmurs. “So fucking needy.” He lurches forward again to press his lips to yours, licking into your mouth.

“Please, Matty,” you whisper, and he groans into your mouth all over again. He doesn’t separate his mouth from yours as he lifts you against him, using a hand to brush the cumbersome documents and files off the desk behind you, before laying you softly against it, running his hands over your waist and kissing you like you’re something precious.

But you are, Matt knows that you are the most precious thing in the fucking world. And you want him. Matt can hardly believe it sometimes; he still sometimes thinks he’s dreaming when he feels you in the morning, pressed tight against him, your heart calm and steady with sleep.

He licks into your mouth like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do, and what a way to go. He could stay in this moment forever, kissing you while your hands tangle into his hair. But your sexy little whines are echoing around him, your hips moving in desperate little circles against the aching bulge in his slacks.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” he whispers, and you just whine louder. It’s a nearly painful thing, taking his lips from yours, but he can fucking smell your arousal, and the need to dive between your thighs is suddenly too much for him to handle.

You kind of want to cry when Matt breaks your kiss, but your mourning at the loss of his lips is quickly cut short by his thick, calloused hands pushing your skirt up your thighs, leaving the material to bunch around your waist. He nudges his nose against your clit through your panties, taking a deep breath in through his nose, savoring it, and you nearly black out.

“Oh- oh my God,” you stutter, and Matt smirks in that ridiculously cocky way you hate that you love.

“I mean, I go by Matt, but if you want to call me God-” Matt starts, tugging your panties down your legs.

“Matthew Michael Murdock, I swear-” You want to continue, you really do, but it’s really hard to keep your train of thought when Matt is leaning down and licking a long stripe up your soaked pussy, swirling around your clit and making your hips buck up uncontrollably. He quickly braces a forearm over your twitching body, holding you still with his strength while he eats your pretty cunt.

“So fucking wet for me, gorgeous,” he mutters between your thighs, the vibrations feeling like shockwaves up your spine. “So pretty, baby, could’ve been eating this pretty cunt since college.”

You can barely form a sentence, only able to utter out whines of Matt, Matt Matt, between desperate moans as he licks into you. You can feel him grinning into your cunt, knowing he’s driving you fucking crazy, before he’s drawing up to capture your throbbing clit into his mouth and sucks. He brings his free hand up to sink a thick finger into your needy entrance, crooking it up and pressing into a spot inside that makes white creep into the edges of your vision. He just sucks and sucks, swirling his tongue around our achy clit and playing with you like a toy.

Your orgasm hits you like a freight train, unexpected and brutal, and you would have thrashed off the desk if it weren’t for Matt’s strong arms holding you steady. He carries you through it, licking at you softly while he keeps his finger inside, giving your pussy something to clutch onto. As your hips finally stop twitching, Matt rises, leaning over you again, and you can’t help but tug at his tie again, dragging his mouth to yours, uncaring of the taste of your pussy covering his lips.

“Please fuck me, Matty, oh god, please. Need you in me, baby,” you whine, and you can’t find it in yourself to be embarrassed at how needy you sound. Matt groans, sounding just as desperate as he licks into your mouth. He takes his hands from your body to reach down, undoing his belt and slacks just enough to tug his aching cock out. He’s so hard it’s nearly painful, the head sticky and red and throbbing with the need to fuck you. To claim you.

You wrap your arms over his back, tucking your head into the crook of his neck as he sinks into your sensitive pussy. As he finally bottoms out, you lean back to look at him, at his big eyes staring just off your face, his mouth slightly agape.

“I thought about this, y’know,” you whisper, your nails digging into his back as he presses just a bit deeper inside. “Every time I brought you guys lunch, I-” you moan softly as Matt thrusts, hard and so fucking deep you swear you swear you can feel him in your guts. “I thought about you, fucking me on this desk, in-in this fucking suit, god, Matt.”

“Shit, baby,” he grunts, rocking into you so hard the desk rattles beneath you. You can barely pay attention to it, not when the tip of Matt’s thick cock is grinding into the spot inside you that makes you scream, your nails digging into the soft fabric covering his back. “I thought about you too, god, you have no idea, sweetheart.” You can only whine in response as he continues, “You’d bring us all lunch, wearing your little uniform, fuck, with that pretty skirt and those heels.”

Matt’s hands tighten over your hips, forcing you to meet him thrust for thrust, and it’s so fucking good. You can’t manage to answer him through your desperate whines of his name and choked moans as his thick cock stretches you out for him, but Matt’s still talking. You don’t know if he can stop.

“I could hear your thighs brushing together under that tight fucking skirt, your heels clicking up the hall, and all I could think about was ruining you. Ripping that skirt off you and making you beg for my cock,” he grunts, driving desperately into your soaked pussy. Your head is swimming, drowning in Matt’s words, his scent, his cock.

“Now I can, baby,” he grunts, voice breaking on a choked moan. “I can fuck you just how I’ve wanted, make this pretty pussy soak my cock. Can wake up to you in my bed, fuck you whenever I want, whenever you want, baby, fuck I’m yours. You hear me, angel? I’m yours.” Matt can feel your pussy fluttering desperately around his cock, and snakes a hand between your bodies to press a thumb over your clit.

He leans over you, his tie loose and dangling over your face as he growls, “and you’re mine. Mine.”

And you’re gone, pussy tightening like a vice around Matt’s thick cock, screaming his name. Little tears escape your eyes, dripping down your cheeks as Matt groans your name in return, hips stuttering into yours and flooding your overwhelmed pussy with his cum. You can hear him, just barely, through the roar of blood in your ears as he whispers, “So good, baby, so perfect. Love you so much, so much, you have no idea. I love you, loved you for so fucking long, angel.”

You bring your hands up to tangle your fingers into his soft hair, bringing him to your lips, whispering a soft “I love you so much, Matty,” in return before meeting him in a soft kiss. His smile against your mouth is blinding, endlessly joyful, and slightly delirious.

He’s still buried inside you a few minutes later, when you finally whisper, “I’m not sure this is what Foggy had in mind when he sent me over here.”

“If this is what Foggy had in mind, I might have to send him a fruit basket, or buy him a round,” Matt chuckles, and you smack him lightly on the shoulder before you’re laughing too. Matt smiles, unable to believe that you’re his, before he cuts your giggling off with a loving kiss.

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kwanisms · 1 year ago

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🎄 Tales from Camp Holiday Special 04 🎄

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➮ bartender!Jeonghan × fem!Reader wc: 8.1k summary: Jeonghan is at work when someone sits down at his bar on December 24th and turns around to find none other than Y/N sitting before him. genres/themes/au: angst (just at the beginning, I promise), fluff, smut; holiday themes; non idol au, bartender au warnings: adult dialogue, female reader, alcohol consumption, mentions of mental health issues and traumatic past events, sexual content (18+ mdni), see smut warnings under the cut! taglist: @yoonguurt @wonw00t @aikisbbq @enhacolor @duchesskaren @sherituhhh @wonderfulshinee @gaebestie @drunk-on-dk @seokgyuu @salty-for-suga @aaniag @dnylwoo join my taglists: main | TFC: Holiday Special closes when part 7 goes up! Strikethrough means I cannot tag you. MINORS WILL BE BLACKLISTED & BLOCKED. AGELESS BLOGS WILL ALSO BE BLOCKED.

a/n: I think Jeonghan's part was the most gut wrenching for me to write so I'm really excited to write another chance for him and Y/N. A chance for them to start over essentially! Thank you so much for reading! If you like this part, please reblog as it helps spread my stories around! As always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only.

smut warnings: unprotected sex (use protection lol), oral (kinda lol f receiving), fingering (f receiving), dirty talk, dom!Jeonghan, sub!Reader, Jeonghan is pretty pathetic and kind of impatient and he has to hold off from nutting too early 💀 multiple orgasms (f receiving, m receiving), creampie (yum), cumplay, orgasm denial (f receiving), overstimulation (m receiving), sex tape & pictures, and I think that’s all but as usual, if I missed anything, let me know!

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The only thing Jeonghan hated more than his job was his job during the holidays.

Bartending wasn’t the greatest career choice but he did make a decent amount of money and it was only temporary as he finished getting his master’s. He just hated the rush and influx of customers that the holidays always brought. With more customers came more money but it also came with more complaints and more drunken idiocy.

“How was class?” one of his coworkers, Matt, asked as Jeonghan stepped behind the bar, setting his bag down under the counter. “Exhausting,” Jeonghan replied. “I’m glad the term is over for the holidays.” Jeonghan moved around his coworker and to the terminal to clock in.

“They’re expecting it to be busier tonight,” Matt continued. “Busier than usual?” Jeonghan asked as he turned to look at him. Matt nodded. “The busiest night of the year,” he continued. Jeonghan snorted, shaking his head. “New Year’s Eve would disagree with you.”

Matt let out a chuckle. “According to Jerry, he thinks tonight will be worse than that.” Jeonghan shook his head, glancing over to the door where he saw a line of people waiting to be let in. “He always hopes it’s going to be busier every year,” Jeonghan replied.

“It’s just wishful thinking.”

An hour later, Jeonghan was mentally cursing himself and wishing he could take his words back as they seemed to have cursed him in his willful denial.

Not only was the club packed but every order that came through the computer was complex with the patrons ordering some of the more complicated menu items. He was partially cursing himself for agreeing to work the night before Christmas Eve shift. He usually had it off to do Holiday stuff in favor of working on Christmas Eve but this year, he agreed to cover Analiese’s shift and she would cover his Christmas Eve one.

It took another couple hours for the flow to die down but Jeonghan was still busy manning the printer, making drinks for all the orders that came through. It was his preferred station, meaning he could just do his work without having to interact much with the customers. Occasionally, he’d have to make a few orders for the patrons at the bar but more often than not, one of the other bartenders would have that covered, allowing Jeonghan to work in peace.

“It’s calmed down a bit,” Matt said as he walked over to use the terminal next to where Jeonghan stood. “I’m going to the bathroom. I’ve had to piss for like two hours. Can you cover the bar for me?” he asked as he started to untie his apron. Jeonghan looked up and nodded. It had been a few minutes since an order came through the printer for him to make.

“Go ahead,” he replied. “I got it.” Matt thanked him and took off, ducking under the open side of the bar and disappearing into the crowd. Jeonghan turned, putting on a fake smile as he greeted the patron closest to him, asking them for their drink order.

Mixing was one of the few skills he’d managed to pick up in his initial round of college; going to house parties and learning which liquors tasted good together as well as the ratios. He honed his skills over a couple years and eventually got his first bartending job at a small hole in the wall. He didn’t get to experiment much with that job as most people ordered wells and beers.

His second bartending job was at an upscale restaurant, mixing drinks like cosmopolitans and manhattans. It allowed him to be a little more creative. It wasn’t until he got to his current job that his creativity really started to flow and he started mixing things together.

Jeonghan finished making a round of drinks for a group of friends gathered around the bar as Matt returned, patting him on the back before grabbing his apron. “Thanks, man,” Matt called over the music as he tied his apron back on and went back to work.

The next couple hours went by as Jeonghan had hoped. The night started getting later, turning into the wee hours of the morning. The club had started to die down, many of the patrons drunkenly stumbling out the front door to find their rides home. Jeonghan was wiping down the counter when he saw movement from the corner of eye.

He glanced up and he was sure his eyes widened comically. His lips parted as he felt his breath suddenly catch. He stood frozen on the spot looking at the person who had just taken a seat at his bar. Someone he hadn’t seen for a long time. Someone he’d just brought up on a camping trip with 12 of his friends. Jeonghan finally found his voice, speaking in a low tone that only two people could hear.

“Y/N?”

You looked back at him, failing to prevent the grin that spread across your face. You hadn’t changed much. You’d matured a bit. You looked much more confident and certain of yourself. You looked incredible. Jeonghan threw a glance at his coworker who was busy making drinks down the bar from him. Jeonghan approached where you sat slowly.

“What’re you doing here?” he asked as he stopped in front of you, holding the towel in both hands tightly. Your smile shifted from amused to sincere in the amount of time it took Jeonghan to blink. “I was in town and decided to drop by one of my favorite places,” you replied. “Although, I didn’t know you worked here,” you added, giving him a once over.

Jeonghan’s cheeks burned. Not from embarrassment exactly. He wasn’t sure why he felt heat spreading across his face and down his neck. What the hell was wrong with him? He was never like this? Was it perhaps because he felt ashamed?

Ashamed of how he left you? Ashamed of never speaking to or seeing you again? Ashamed of leaving you after everything that happened that summer? He couldn’t pick a single reason for feeling this way so he chose to accept all of them at once.

“How long have you worked here?” you asked, pulling his attention from the depths of his thoughts. “Three years,” he answered instantly. “When did you get back in town?” You chuckled softly at his quick response. “Last night,” you answered. Jeonghan noticed Matt starting to approach where he stood and cleared his throat quickly, turning his gaze back on you.

“What can I get you?” he asked, making you look up at him through your lashes. “A Manhattan, please,” you answered, lips threatening to pull into a smirk as you watched Jeonghan get to work, making your drink. He tried not to make too much of a show, making the drink without the flashy movements he normally did to impress patrons and increase his likelihood of getting more tips.

Once he’d finished the drink, he set it on a bar napkin in front of you and watched nervously as you pulled the drink closer. He watched as you picked the glass up and brought it closer to your face, no doubt giving it a sniff before taking a sip and setting it down. “Do you want to open a tab?” Jeonghan asked, quickly beating himself up for his lame question. You shook your head, opening your clutch and pulling out a few bills before handing them to him.

He started to turn away but caught himself when you told him no change, he thanked you, ringing up the drink and cashing it out, putting the change in the tip jar on the back counter by the terminal. He turned back around and started wiping down the counter again, gesturing to Matt to keep his distance.

“So,” he started as you took another sip of your drink. “How long are you in town for?” he asked. You smiled up at him. “A while,” you answered coyly. Jeonghan felt his lips pull into a smirk. “A while, huh?” he asked and you nodded, lifting your glass to take another sip. Jeonghan tried not to watch the way your lips moved or the way you licked them after taking a sip.

“And you’re out this late because…?” he continued, trailing off. “I told you,” you replied. “It’s one of my favorite places.”

The conversation between the two of you continued, briefly interrupted by Jeonghan helping Matt make drinks but the majority of the crowd had disbanded by this point as it was nearing 2 in the morning. The club would be closing soon and for once, Jeonghan found himself wishing for his shift to never end.

He let out what must have been a millionth sigh because you chuckled, looking up at him, chin resting in your hand and your elbow resting on the counter as you stared at him. He’d made a couple more drinks, enjoying your company far too much and watching the way you would pull the cherry garnish off the skewer with just your tongue. He had thought maybe you didn’t realize what you were doing but on the third time, he noticed the way you held his gaze as you did it and he knew you were doing it on purpose.

“Long day?” you asked, tilting your head like a puppy hearing its favorite word. Jeonghan scoffed, shaking his head. “You have no idea. I’m ready to get out of here,” he replied. It was only half true. While his feet did hurt and he was ready to go home, make some ramyeon and enjoy the rest of the night in the comfort of his apartment, he wasn’t quite ready to part ways with you.

“You’ve been at this for a while,” you commented, the smile on your face faltering as you studied his appearance. “The perks of working full time and pursuing a master’s degree,” Jeonghan replied sarcastically. “I live in a state of perpetual exhaustion.”

You reached across the bar, placing your hand over his. “I can tell,” you replied. Jeonghan gave you a tired smile. “Don’t worry,” he replied. “These bags are Gucci,” he added, gesturing to the bags under his eyes from many nights spent doing homework and case work instead of sleeping.

You snorted, pulling your hand away. “Only Gucci?” you asked. “No Chanel?”

It was Jeonghan’s turn to laugh as he shook his head. “Gucci is more affordable,” he replied.

“Oh shut up,” you said with a roll of your eyes. Your smile fell again. “But in all seriousness,” you said softly. “Are you okay?” Jeonghan felt his heart skip a beat, thumping in his chest erratically. “Uh, yeah,” he replied, turning his gaze away. “I’m fine.”

“You just keep sighing,” you explained. “I thought maybe something was bothering you and if so, maybe you’d like to talk about it?” Jeonghan looked back, meeting your curious gaze. “What time are you off?” you asked suddenly, making him almost choke on his own spit.

Before he had a chance to answer, someone else spoke.

“I’m sorry, miss,” Matt suddenly said from beside him, making Jeonghan jump. “Shit, Matt,” he hissed, placing his hand over his chest, feeling his heart pounding. “You nearly scared the life out of me.” Matt chuckled, patting him on the shoulder. “Sorry, man,” he replied before turning to look at you.

“The club’s closing soon.” You nodded with a smile. “Of course,” you replied, picking up your drink and downing the rest of it. Jeonghan turned to Matt, jerking his head as if to say ‘buzz off for a second.’ Matt seemed to understand and walked away to the other end of the bar, leaving Jeonghan to face you alone.

“About what you said before,” he said softly, making you look up as you collected your coat from the back of your barstool. “I really would like to see you while you’re still in town,” he continued, catching you off guard.

“Wow,” you said in faux amazement. “The Yoon Jeonghan wants to see me again?” you asked, making him groan in playful annoyance. “Don’t make a big deal out of it,” he replied, giving you a grin. “I’d like to catch up while I’m not working,” he added. “Okay,” you confirmed with a nod.

“Okay, well what time are you off?” There was that question again.

“You mean tonight?” he asked, looking at you incredulously. You nodded, seemingly unphased.

“Why not? Got plans tomorrow?”

Jeonghan shook his head. “The club’s closed on Christmas,” he explained. “So I’m free all day tomorrow.” You smiled at him warmly. “Then I’ll just wait outside for you?” you asked. Jeonghan’s eyes widened. “It’s probably freezing out there,” he protested. You shook your head.

“Well, I can’t stay in here,” you replied with a chuckle. “I’ll just meet you outside after you get off,” you added, grabbing your clutch only for Jeonghan to reach across the counter and gently take your wrist in his hand. “Wait,” he said quickly. “Let me see if my boss will let you wait in here instead of out in the cold.”

Luckily Jeonghan’s boss was an understanding person and allowed you to stay inside the club as Jeonghan and his co-workers shut down the business. You sat at the bar, watching Jeonghan count his drawer and finish putting in his tips.

“So, where did you have in mind?” he asked suddenly, making you look up from your phone where it sat on the counter, playing a rhythm game. “I thought we could just hit up a pojangmachas around here,” you replied. “Maybe grab some food.” Jeonghan smiled, picking up the money drawer and telling you he’d be right back. He was only gone a few minutes but upon returning, he untied his apron, making sure to take everything from it before stashing it and grabbing his bag from under the counter.

You waited for him to exit the bar, watching as he called a parting to Matt.

Once he joined you at your side, you studied his face at a much closer proximity. “And maybe some soju,” you added, making him look up at you with a confused look on his face. “Soju?” he asked curiously. “Why?” You reached up to run your thumb over the apple of his cheek. It was a simple gesture but one that made his heart skip nonetheless.

“Besides,” you replied, pulling your hand away. “You look like you could use a drink.”

The two of you exited the club, Jeonghan calling goodnight to the bouncers at the doors as he passed. Outside, the temperature had dropped tremendously, a wet sort of chill in the air, one that made his sinuses almost burn from the intensity of the cold. It didn’t take long for the two of you to find a mostly street lined with various food stalls. Most of the stalls had closed up shop as it was now almost 3 in the morning. The only stalls left open were the pojangmachas, covered stalls.

You led Jeonghan over to one of the larger ones, thanking him when he pulled back one of the tent flaps and followed you in.

Inside the tent was much warmer than outside with multiple industrial space heaters placed inside. There were a couple folding tables with folding chairs as well as a cart where a middle-aged woman sat on a bar height chair with a thick cushion. She was reading from some kind of magazine as you approached.

She glanced up at the two of you briefly. “Go ahead and sit down and someone will come by to take your order.” Although her tone was polite, she said it with an air of indifference that screamed ‘I couldn’t care less if you complain.’

You did as she instructed, moving to one of the tables by a space heater and setting your clutch on the table. Jeonghan set his bag on one of the chairs and shrugged off his coat, his eyes moving towards you at the same time. He’d only just noticed what you were wearing and had half a mind to cover you up with his coat.

You were wearing clothes typical of clubbing; high strappy black platform pumps, a fitted silver dress with ruching on the sides and a halter neckline. The back of the dress was open, showing off more skin than Jeonghan thought comfortable, especially in colder temperatures.

You hung your coat on the back of your chair, moving to take a seat. As soon as your butt hit the chair, Jeonghan stood over you, placing his long coat on your lap. “Just in case,” he murmured before taking a seat beside you in an attempt to shield you further from prying eyes.

“What a gentleman,” you replied jokingly. Jeonghan rolled his eyes despite his cheeks starting to heat up again. He didn’t even have time to quip back with some witty comeback before a man with a bored look on his face approached the table.

“What can I get you?”

You glanced at the small menu in Jeonghan’s hands. “Some eomukguk,” you said, glancing up at the man. “And kimbap. What about you?” you asked, looking up at him. Jeonghan let his eyes wander the menu before looking up. “Kimchi-bokkeumbap, please. And some soju,” he replied, looking up at the man who nodded and walked away.

You took the menu from him to look over it closer, allowing Jeonghan the freedom to do with his hands as he pleased. He opted for resting them on the surface of the table, lightly drumming his thumbs on the hard plastic to a beat in his head.

Silence washed over the two of you making Jeonghan want to curl up and hide. He’d never felt so awkward in all his life. “Huh.” he heard you chirp in something akin to mild amusement and curiosity. “Hmm?” he hummed in response, looking at the menu when you showed it to him.

“They have dakkochi with cheese,” you whined, showing him the menu. Jeonghan chuckled as the man returned with a bottle of soju and two glasses. He brought two large bottles of water, setting everything on the table. Jeonghan caught him before he walked away. “Could I add to our order?” he asked to which the man nodded wordlessly.

“Could we get some dakkochi with cheese please?”

The man nodded once more, without speaking, and walked away. Jeonghan turned to find your gaze on him already, your expression unreadable as you studied him. “What?” he asked as he picked up one of the bottles and moved it close to you before opening his. You shook your head, looking down at the bottle and opening it to take a sip.

Jeonghan grabbed the bottle of soju, turning the label to read it before nodding his head.

He offered to pour your shot first and after twisting the cap off, he filled it to the brim, making you grimace. You glanced at him as he poured his own shot, not filling it nearly as much. “You did that on purpose,” you muttered, making him look up an expression of feigned innocence on his face.

“Did what?” he asked. You gestured at your shot glass. “There’s no way I can pick that up without spilling it,” you murmured, noticing the mischievous glint in his eye. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he replied, picking up his shot glass and waiting for you to follow.

With a sigh and a roll of your eyes, you very carefully picked up the shot glass. “Bottoms up,” he said before downing the shot with ease. You had a harder time, needing to move carefully so as not to spill any alcohol on you or his coat that was still on your lap.

You managed to swallow all of it, only spilling a tiny bit onto your hand which you quickly licked off and set your glass down. Jeonghan had noticed you licking the alcohol off your hand and his thoughts were suddenly consumed with images of your tongue running along the underside of his--

His thoughts were interrupted as the man returned, carrying the food you both ordered, setting it down on the table and asking if you needed anything else. Jeonghan shook his head, thanking the man who merely nodded and walked away. You smiled at the steaming bowl of eomukguk and immediately reached for a skewer.

Jeonghan started stirring his bokkeumbap, glancing over at your bowl before grabbing one of the small plates and spooning some of the rice onto it. He set it back down in front of you without a word and immediately dug into the dish. Your cheeks burned at the show of affection and thanked him softly.

The two of you ate mostly in silence, sipping on water and downing shots. The first bottle of soju went quickly and another one was brought to your table without you even needing to ask. You were happily munching on your chicken skewers when Jeonghan spoke.

“I never got the chance to apologize,” he started. You looked up at him. “It’s okay,” you replied after swallowing. “No, it’s not okay,” Jeonghan replied, looking back up at you. It was hard to miss the pain in his eyes. He must have held onto the hurt he felt he caused you all those years ago.

You reached across the table just like back in the club to place your hand over his.

“Really, Jeonghan,” you said, saying his name for the first time tonight. It sounded just as heavenly now as it did back then. “I’m okay. At first, yeah, I was upset,” you explained. “But I didn’t stew in it. I picked myself back up and I moved on. And sure, maybe I cried over it a few times but at the end of the day, we both knew that whatever was going on would end. We were young,” you continued.

Hearing the fact that you cried over him, over what he did, made his stomach sink. He moved his hand out from under yours and placed it on top. “I am so sorry,” he started but you shook your head. “It’s in the past,” you reminded him. “Stop living in the past. Focus on what’s happening now.”

Jeonghan met your gaze, your eyes flitted between his, looking back and forth as if searching for something specific in them. Something you hoped to see. Without speaking, Jeonghan raised his hand from the table, cupping your face and sliding his thumb over your cheek.

His heart nearly melted as you leaned into his touch. You were both startled out of your bubble by one of the men at the other table sneezing. It made you jump and Jeonghan pulled his hand back quickly, as if he’d been burned. He coughed a couple times before taking a drink of water.

And as you expected, he changed the subject.

“So, you didn’t tell me exactly how long you plan on staying in town,” he said quietly, glancing up at you.

You looked back at him, swallowing your food before speaking. “Just a while,” you replied. You gestured at the bottle of soju, silently asking if he wanted another shot. He shook his head. “What does that mean?” he asked. “What does a while mean?”

“I dunno,” you said with a shrug. “It means a while?” you added, glancing over at the only other occupied table, making sure they weren’t paying attention before grabbing the bottle of soju and pouring yourself a shot, shushing Jeonghan when he pretended to gasp. You quickly set the bottle down and reached over to slap his arm.

He raised his hand, pretended as if he’d been shot and made a face of extreme pain. You threatened to hit him again, cursing under your breath as he started to whine. You glanced over to see one of the older men at the other table look over his shoulder at you. You bowed your head in a silent apology before looking at Jeonghan who just smiled, laughing maniacally to himself.

“You’re such a menace,” you whispered. Jeonghan swallowed a gulp of water before fixing you with a perplexed stare. “I’m a menace?” he asked. “Look at you,” he added, gesturing at you. You glanced down and back up, shrugging and shaking your head as if to say ‘and?’

Jeonghan scooped up some more bokkeumbap, eyes moving back to meet yours as he opened his mouth slowly and took the bite. You looked away as he made a completely innocent thing mildly suggestive. “See?” you hissed. “Menace!”

Jeonghan covered his mouth as he chuckled before swallowing. “I just like to see you squirm,” he replied softly. “But really,” he continued. “You’re calling me a menace when you’re looking like that?” he asked, glancing up again. You met his gaze, heart skipping. ‘Was he… slut shaming you?’

“Don’t get me wrong,” he started, as if reading your mind. “You look incredible,” he added. “But god does seeing you like that make me want to do things to you.”

You weren’t sure if you were meant to hear the last part and upon glancing at him and finding him staring at you with a smirk on his face, you knew he meant for you to hear him. How did he expect you to respond to such a sexual remark? And more importantly, how did you want to respond?

The heat pooling in your belly spurred your decision to egg him on. See where he would take this.

“Oh yeah?” you asked softly, looking up through your lashes at him. “Like what?”

The smirk on Jeonghan’s face only faltered for a moment before growing. “Shall I tell you?” he asked, leaning forward as he propped his elbow on the table, resting his chin in his hand. He had a sort of dazed smile on his face as he stared at you with those dark eyes.

“Or should I just show you?”

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How you managed to keep your hands to yourself in the taxi ride back to Jeonghan’s apartment was beyond you. As soon as the elevator doors shut, he was on you in a split second, pinning you against the metal wall of the elevator, hands on your hips as his lips moved fervently against yours.

The doors dinged, announcing the arrival to his floor and Jeonghan all but dragged you out of the lift, steering you down the hall to the door to his apartment. He fumbled with the key, unlocking it after a couple tries, only for you to pull him in, shutting the door behind you.

You stood in front of the door, lips locked, tongues battling for dominance as his hands roamed your body and yours grabbed the lapel of his black wool coat. “Wait,” he murmured, pulling back to look at you, pupils dilated even in the dark room.

“I can’t let this go on without your consent,” he murmured, lips ghosting along your jaw and down the side of your neck. “I’m here, aren’t I?” you asked softly. Jeonghan shook his head, straightening up to stare you down yet again. “No,” he replied.

“I mean, yes. Yes you are here. But I need to hear you say it.”

You rolled your eyes before pulling him closer, lips brushing against his and making him pout when you didn’t kiss him. “I want this,” you muttered, brushing your lips against his again, making him chase your mouth, desperate enough for your kiss that he whined.

“I want you, Yoon Jeonghan.”

Your words had a profound effect on him and he groaned, backing you into the wall beside the front door.

“I’m sorry,” you heard him murmur, his body pressing you against the wall. “I’m so, so sorry.” You shook your head, tugging on his hair to make him pull back and look at you. “Don’t,” you said softly. “Don’t apologize. It doesn’t matter anymore,” you continued, looking up at him with glossy eyes. “You’re here now.” Jeonghan groaned, leaning back in, his lips crashing against yours.

You let out a groan as his hands moved down your body, fumbling to undo your coat. “I’m here,” he repeated, words muffled by your lips. “And I’m not going anywhere.” You shook your head as he failed to unbutton your coat. “Neither am I,” you replied.

Your hands replaced his, undoing the buttons one by one before you shrugged the coat off, letting it fall to the floor, leaving you in just the silver backless dress. Jeonghan grabbed your hips, spinning you away and pushing you against the wall, his hips pressing into your backside.

He slowly started to pull at the tie at the back of your neck, savoring the reactions your body gave him. He paused, lowering his head to press his lips against your shoulder, lips parting as he let his tongue glide over your skin before sinking his teeth into you.

You let out an almost pornographic moan as he bit you, spurring on the rolling of his hips against your ass as he rutted against you. His fingers made quickly work of your halter, untying it before his hands slid down your back to grab your hips, the material of your dress bunching under his hands.

He spun you back around to face him before his hands moved up to where you held the dress up to cover your chest. “Don’t hide from me,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss you, his hands moving to yours and pulling them away. The top of your dress tumbled down, stopping at your waist.

His hands moved up, cupping your now exposed breast, sighing as you arched your back into his touch, your hands tangling in his dark locks. Jeonghan’s hands moved back down, pushing your dress further down as he littered kisses all over your neck and collar.

You allowed the item to fall to the floor, stepping out of it as Jeonghan pulled you from the wall. Your hands slid down his chest, working to undo his slacks and push them down, stumbling over a forgotten shoe and giggling as Jeonghan grabbed your waist to steady you.

“Careful,” he hissed as you stood up straight. “I really don’t want to spend Christmas in the ER.” You leaned into him, pulling him into a kiss. “I’ll be careful,” you promised as you leaned against the back of the couch. You grabbed his shirt, pulling it up over his head and dropping it to the floor to admire his lean body. “You’ve been working out,” you noted as his hands tugged at your shirt, pulling it up over your head as well.

“Well, it’s been a while since we’ve seen each other,” he reminded you. “I’ve been going to the gym for a while.” You giggled as he pulled you up into him, kissing you as his hands settled on your hips. “I don’t think we’re going to make it to the bedroom,” he murmured in between kisses. You shook your head.

“No,” you replied. “We’re not.”

You giggled as Jeonghan leaned forward, making you both tumble over the arm of the couch, him landing on top of you. “You didn’t think this through, did you?” you asked as you tried to scoot under him. He shook his head before pressing his lips against yours.

“When did I ever think anything through?” he asked with a smirk before sliding off you and the couch, moving to kneel in front of it. “Sit up,” he instructed. You scrambled to sit up, giggling as he grabbed your hips, pulling you to the edge of the couch. “Don’t tease,” you whined as he kissed up your stomach slowly.

“I’m not,” he pouted before his hands moved back up to your chest, settling under your breast as he searched your face for any sign of apprehension. When he saw none, he continued. A loud clunk made your head whip around in the direction it came from.

“Eyes on me, angel,” you heard Jeonghan say softly, taking your chin in his hand and turning your head to meet his burning gaze.

“Good girl,” he murmured. You opened your mouth to retort but let out a soft sigh as you felt his tongue lave over your nipple. His hands still on your hips as he nipped at and teased the bud. Your back arched, pressing your chest further against his face making him chuckle against your skin.

You felt one of his hands run up your back as the other stayed on your hip. “Not so mouthy now, are you?” you heard him murmur and looked down to meet his gaze once again. “No but you sure are,” you retorted, making him laugh as he pushed you back. His hands slid down your hips to your thighs, pulling your panties with them.

You lifted your feet as he pulled them off entirely and tossed them aside, hands moving under your hips to pull you closer to his face. “It’s been a while,” he admitted, glancing up at you as you reached down to comb your fingers through his dark tresses. “You never did this before,” you replied. “Not for me, anyway.” Jeonghan cocked his head. “You sure about that?” he asked and you nodded.

“I went down on you,” you reminded him. Jeonghan shrugged, grip tightening as he leaned in. Without another word, you felt his tongue lick slowly and glanced down at him, finding him already looking at you with hooded eyes. “Holy shit,” you gasped, the sight of him alone making your walls clench around nothing.

Jeonghan chuckled more to himself as he broke eye contact to look down at your heat. “Doesn’t take much, does it?” he asked, referencing your already leaking slit. “I barely touch you and your body is ready for something to fill it,” he added, one of his hands moving, fingers tracing around your entrance.

He looked back up, meeting your gaze as he slowly sank his fingers inside you, burying them to the hilt as his lips parted. “So tight,” he muttered, looking back down as he pulled his fingers slowly until just the tips remained. He gingerly pushed them back in, watching as your walls sucked them in.

“So warm,” he added. You groaned as you felt them curl inside you, brushing against the soft spongy spot that had your toes curling. “So wet for me,” he added with a hint of amusement to his voice. Even years later, he was still teasing you the way only he could.

His pace was slow, too slow to build any tension but just enough to give you some friction. He could do this for hours and you knew he could. Even if your previous encounter had been nothing but rushed and the very definition of a quickie.

It was amazing he still managed to tease you like this, working you up so well years later.

Like no time had passed and he was a skilled and practiced lover.

“Shit,” you gasped as Jeonghan’s fingers plunged deeper into your heat. “Don’t stop,” you gasped, your hand in his hair gripping tighter. You wanted to move his face closer, wanting to feel his tongue on you but he held back, reaching up instead to grab your hand and remove it.

“I’d love nothing more than to taste you,” he started. “But ever since you sat at my bar, I’ve wanted to fill this sweet pussy with my cock more.” You groaned as he pulled his fingers from your cunt, leaving you clenching around nothing with a whine.

“You want to be on top or you want me on top?” he asked as he wiped his fingers on the blanket that had fallen to the floor with a mental note to throw that in the washer tomorrow morning.

“Surprise me,” you said with a smirk.

The moment the words left your lips, you regretted them. Jeonghan had you pinned down against the cushions as he guided the head of his cock to your entrance. “Shit,” he cursed, hesitating. “I don’t have a condom on me,” he murmured. “They’re in the bedroom. I could go get one--”

You took his chin in your hand. “Are you clean?” you asked, looking into his eyes. He nodded fervently before asking you the same. You nodded, letting go of his face. “And I’m on the pill. Just do it. Before we lose the moment,” you replied.

Jeonghan said nothing, instead pushing into you, a deep groan leaving his lips as he slid in easily. You let out a whimper, head falling back against the cushion as his cock slowly stretched and filled your walls. The stretch was more than you remembered but it wasn’t painful.

When Jeonghan stopped moving, you heard him whisper a string of curses.

“When I said you were tight, I didn’t realize you were this tight,” he hissed. You hiked your leg higher, allowing him to sink deeper, making him shut up with a moan as his head fell into the crook of your neck. “Shit, okay,” he breathed, his breath hot against your skin, a thin layer of sweat starting to form.

“Can you move already?” you whined, trying to shift your hips but he put his weight down on you. “I’m trying not to cum, stop moving!” he hissed. You whined, body going still under him as you waited for him to regain his composure.

Watching the way his brow furrowed as he held off his own orgasm was kind of cute in a way. You took in the way his hair fell around his face, the ends with a slight curl. The long hair was growing on you.

“Alright,” he finally said, raising his head, sweat beading on his forehead. “I think I’m good.”

You opened your lips to respond but your words faltered as he pulled back and thrust sharply into you, making you gasp as your walls gripped him tightly. “If you keep doing that, I’m not gonna last,” Jeonghan groaned, hips stalling. “We’ve barely even started,” you whined, moving a hand up to brush his hair back.

“I underestimated you,” you heard him whisper as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. “Feels too good,” he added, his breath hot against your skin. “Jeonghan,” you whined impatiently. He groaned as he raised his head. “Fine, fine,” he murmured, pulling out to thrust back slowly, setting a steady pace.

“Fucking hell, Y/N,” he growled. You felt his fingers dig into your thigh, hiking your let up around his waist as he leaned deeper into his thrusts, the sound of skin against skin starting to fill the room. A thin layer of sweat started to cover your body, feeling equal parts sticky and wet.

Jeonghan pulled back to look down at you, his free hand moving to your face. “Don’t hold back,” he muttered, freeing your bottom lip from between your teeth as you had been holding back your moans. “There’s no one around to catch us this time,” he added with a smirk.

You let go, letting out a loud moan as you felt the head of his cock bump the soft spot inside your cunt. “Oh god,” you gasped, one hand moving to grab his arm, squeezing his bicep. Jeonghan took note of your facial expression and the fluttering of your walls and angled his thrusts, aiming for the same spot again and smirking wider as you gasped out again

“Right there, yeah?” he asked, his voice breathless. “Y-yeah,” you mewled, back arching as he hit the same spot repeatedly. “M’gonna cum if you keep doing that,” you whimpered, thighs squeezing his waist. Jeonghan surprised you by stopping completely, your orgasm ebbing away like the tide.

“What the fuck, Jeonghan?” you hissed as he pulled out of you completely. You tried to prop yourself up but squealed as he grabbed your arm, pulling you up and pushing you onto your stomach over the arm of the couch. You had no time to ask what he was up to when you felt him reenter you from behind, setting into a heavy and relentless pace immediately.

Your breath was knocked out of you with each powerful thrust, mewls and moans tumbling from your lips. “Oh, fuck, d-don’t stop,” you moaned, lips parted. Jeonghan growled, wrapping an arm around your chest and pulling your back against his chest.

“I should have had you like this before,” he whispered in your ear. “In my cabin. Not in some half rundown boathouse.” You let out a squeal as you felt Jeonghan’s cock plunge deeper into your cunt. “I shouldn’t have just left--”

“Stop,” you gasped. Jeonghan’s hips slowed. “No, don’t stop that,” you replied quickly. “I meant, stop talking about that.” You let out a moan as he resumed his merciless pace. “Right. We can talk later,” he groaned. “For now…” he trailed off, free hand slipping down between your thighs, fingers finding your clit with ease.

“I want you to cum,” he whispered in your ear. “Cum for me and then I’ll fill you up.”

Your walls clenched around him, your orgasm approaching as he drew you closer and closer with each thrust. “That’s it, come on,” he muttered. “Let go, angel.”

You let out a whine, feeling his hips stutter as you came, walls gripping him tightly. “Fuck, that’s right. Keep going,” he murmured, continuing to fuck you through your climax. “Good girl,” he said softly. You felt his grip relax, sighing in relief as he carefully set you back against the armrest, taking one of your arms and pinning it behind your back.

“Hold on tight,” he continued, his free hand gripping your hip, fingers digging into your flesh.

You didn’t get a word out before he started pounding into you, cries falling from your lips with each drag of his cock against your walls. “Fuck,” he hissed. You felt his cock twitch inside you, his own release drawing closer. “M’not gonna last,” he moaned, his grip on your arm tightening as he held you in place.

“Don’t stop,” you gasped, using your free hand to push yourself back against his thrusts. “Come on,” you continued. “Fucking cum.” Jeonghan let out a growl. “You want me to cum?” he asked. “Want me to cum inside you, claim this pussy as mine?” You nodded fervently. “Yes,” you replied. “Give it to me, please. Want it so bad!”

Your words seemed to do the trick, pushing Jeonghan over the edge as he came with a groan, hips coming to a halt as he buried his cock inside you, releasing deep into your cunt. “Shit!” he hissed. You pushed back, fucking yourself on his cock as he continued to pump you full of his cum.

“Shit, Y/N, stop,” he stammered, body twitching. “Fuck, babe, stop,” he repeated, letting go of your arm and holding your hips still. “Sorry,” you whimpered. “Felt too good.”

Jeonghan let out a breathless chuckle before leaning over your back, pressing a remarkably gentle kiss against your shoulder before pulling back and watching as he pulled his cock free. He leaned back to get a better look, almost smirking deviously as some of his cum started to spill out of you.

“Can I take a picture?” he asked suddenly, making your head snap up. “What?” you asked, looking back over your shoulder at him. “It’s just for me,” he added. “I want to remember this,” he continued, nodding down at your cunt. You contemplated it for a moment before nodding. “Yeah, go ahead.”

You felt him scramble off the couch, walking over to where his pants lay on the floor and pulled the device from his pocket, moving back behind you to presumably take a couple pictures.

You felt his hand on your ass, his thumb spreading your lips before his fingers moved, pushing into your cunt, making you groan. “What’re you doing?” you asked. “Pushing it back in,” he replied. “Some of it spilled out.”

You glanced back, seeing his phone still in his hand. “Are you filming this?” you asked softly and he nodded, tapping on the screen before setting his phone on the coffee table. “Sorry,” he added. “I couldn’t resist.” You caught an eyeful of his cock, standing proudly again.

“You wanna fuck it back into me?” you asked, making him look up to meet your gaze.

“Can I?” he asked, to which you nodded.

“Sure,” you replied. “It’s not like I’m going anywhere any time soon.”

You weren’t sure how you managed to go another two rounds with Jeonghan, each time ending with him filling you with even more of his cum but finally, he tapped out after moving to the bedroom to continue. You chose to hop in the shower, knowing his cum would slip out while you slept.

After cleaning up, you joined him back in bed and passed out.

The next morning, Jeonghan awoke to sunlight pouring into his room through the blinds and blinked himself awake. He rolled over, hand reaching for you but found the space you’d previously occupied empty. His heart skipped a beat, pounding in his chest as he sat up quickly, looking around.

‘Oh no,’ he thought as he scrambled out of bed, throwing off the covers. He was grabbing a clean pair of sweats when the smell of eggs met his nose. He pulled on his pants and walked over to the door that stood slightly ajar, pulling it open and stepping into the hall.

He padded down the hallway and into the living area where he found you, wearing one of his old oversized shirts as you stood at the counter. “Morning,” you said with a smile as you cooked. Jeonghan’s lips pulled into a crooked smile as he moved to sit at the kitchen island, watching you work.

“Why are you smiling at me like that?” you asked as you stirred the contents of the skillet. Jeonghan shook his head, resting his chin in his hand as he watched you. “Nothing,” he murmured. “I could just get used to this.”

“Used to this? What, me cooking?” you asked with a snort. Jeonghan nodded. “And seeing you in my clothes,” he added with a chuckle. You rolled your eyes as you started to plate the food. Jeonghan heard the sound of a key in the lock and internally panicked. You looked up at him with wide eyes.

“I thought you lived alone,” you said as he turned towards the door and watched in horror as the door opened and Seungcheol entered, dropping his bag by the door as he looked up at Jeonghan, excitement on his face. “You’re never going to guess what happened to me last night,” he said as he walked forward.

“We got drinks and then- oh!” Seungcheol started, pausing when he caught sight of you in the kitchen in Jeonghan’s shirt. “Hello!” he added, glancing between you and Jeonghan. “Who is this?” he asked, looking at Jeonghan whose cheeks started to grow warm. He’d been caught, metaphorically, with his pants down and now he was going to have to come clean to his best friend and roommate.

“This,” Jeonghan started, glancing at you and then back at his best friend. “Is Y/N.”

Seungcheol smiled, looking at you before the realization dawned on him and his eyes widened comically. “Oh! Y/N?” he asked, turning to Jeonghan. “Like… the Y/N?” Jeonghan glanced quickly at you, noticing your furrowed brows. “The Y/N?” you asked softly.

Jeonghan forced an awkward smile, turning to you. “How would you like to eat breakfast in bed?” he asked with a pointed look. You glanced between him and Seungcheol. “O-okay,” you said, looking every bit as confused as you sounded. Jeonghan motioned for you to pick up the plates, saying he would follow shortly.

He turned to Seungcheol as you headed for his room.

“Don’t touch the blanket or the couch,” he said quickly. “I have some cleaning to do,” he added, starting for his room before stopping to look back at Seungcheol who made a face of disgust as he looked at the couch. “We’ll talk later,” Jeonghan added, pointing at Seungcheol who nodded.

Back in his room, Jeonghan shut the door and moved to sit beside you on the bed.

“Sorry about that,” he murmured as he took a plate from you and started to dig in, complimenting your cooking skills. You thanked him as you finished your bite and swallowed. “So,” you started, gathering more eggs on your fork. Jeonghan looked up to meet your gaze, a smug smirk on your face.

“The Y/N?” you asked, a hint of amusement in your voice.

“Just how many people have you told about me?”

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olderthannetfic · 8 months ago

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Obvious Disclaimer that this is not about any specific anon in particular, not about OTNF themself, but that my following rant might *slightly* punch down on people who ARE, well, older than net fics are.

But my honest opinion is that I really don’t like it when us old heads tend to sorta…talk down to? “Adultsplain”, if that’s even a thing? To The Gen Zs, by being like “damn kids! back in my day we never used our real name or posted selfies or posted about our personal life at all!” Don’t get me wrong, I’m one of those people who never posted the real me — but not because I was anonymous and cared about online safety, because I was a liar 😂 That being said, there ARE older people who definitely over-shared or “doxxed” themselves and still do, and there’s younger people who don’t!

I also feel like being “ha, these stupid KIDS who post about their FANDOM LIFE on TIK TOCK under their REAL NAME AND FACE where IRLS CAN SEE THEM, how STUPID” is not doing anyone any favors. Is that, technically, a smart thing for kids to do? No. Has it become normalized? Yes. And does that suck for people who might be bullied or outed or whatever cuz they genuinely are dumb and don’t know better and then someone they don’t like sees their stuff? Yes.

We all talk about how there’s no more kids spaces on the internet and how that’s a shame, but then five seconds later we’ll reblog that one “At any time I’m at risk of seeing a 14 year olds opinion and that’s why I hate it here” post. There’s really so few kid spaces on the net now, that’s true. We should extend empathy and let the teens be obnoxious and pretentious in peace, rather than making it a point to “ratio” or “roast them.” Idk personally I’d be completely unbothered if some 14 year old insulted my fic or my ship or whatever. I’d just block and move on, no need to try to argue with them.

And also, not all kids are even pretentious or obnoxious! I’m not saying we all need to take the kids under our wings, but we should be careful about not hating them just for being in their teens years, you know?

Also… telling a teenager to not post PII or not get into discourse or not have social media or whatever will NOT work the way you want it to 😭 kids are by default a little bit oppositionally defiant so telling some rando teen to Get Off Your Lawn (blog) rather than just blocking them, will encourage said teen to Stay On Your Lawn.

I just hate how it’s become normal for adults to talk down to teens online. I was harassed by adults online as a kid, then years and years and years later i went through my own “Older Than You™️”phase where I myself was a shit to teenagers, and I truly regret that so much. To this day I still need to make an effort to be careful. I saw on Twitter where an adult posted a DM from a 13 year old, mocking them. The DM said “I’m 14 next year, can I follow you? Please don’t groom me.” And the adult OP was laughing at how stupid the dm was. A few years ago, I would’ve been one of the people retweeting that and rolling my eyes at the child. Now im disgusted by the people who WERE laughing at them.

And again I’m obviously not saying we should be “nice” to the teenagers who mock us for our ships or who virtue signal too hard. But we also don’t need to make fun of their CARRDS or call them Puri-teens or rag on them just for being 17 or younger, yk?

Teens aren't 'puriteens' just for being young, dude. They have to also be puritanical bullies.

I find the stuff about real names hilarious because, actually, if you're really Internet Old™, then you probably did use your real name... it was right there in your university e-mail address! Or your random early ISP address if your stepdad got it for you and thought the university format was the default. Thanks, stepdad.

I've done every single dumb thing from going to meet my internet pen pal at an Alice Cooper concert to flying to Ireland from Japan to stay with a fandom friend I'd never met without telling anyone where I was going and without a credit card or enough cash to flee if I had to. I remember sitting on the plane thinking "Man, this is such a CSI episode topic".

The really funny part was that despite what she'd said before I visited, we ran into each of her parents at different times and ended up going to a play courtesy of her uncle, and all of them were like "So how do you know each other?" and "But you'd met before, right? RIGHT?!"

The level of panopticon is horrifying now. Teens have my sympathy. That part really is worse, and I think it's driving an entire generation nuts and we're going to see even more shit about people wanting to run away and live in a cabin in the woods with no internet. But in general, I don't think we're so different.

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owlgirl495 · 2 months ago

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ok, so i know i rarely actually post my own words on here but with the last 911 episode i’ve been wanting to say something.

i’ve been reading a lot of what people have written (and i’ve added my own thoughts in the tags of many posts) but now that i’ve had time to process a little, see what others are saying, and talk to my irl friends about it a little, there’s one thing that i’ve only seen mentioned like once and i wanna talk about some more. more people have probably mentioned this and i just probably haven’t seen it and these thoughts are subject to change and all that but here we go:

it makes me really upset how little of buck and tommy’s relationship we actually got to see. and i know that they can’t focus on a side plot like that for a super long time and that it’s not the bucktommy show but i was actually okay with only getting scraps until the breakup and here’s kind of why.

they’ve been dating for six months. SIX MONTHS. and they seem to know NOTHING about each other. and i truly didn’t get this vibe until the last episode (8x06) and i think that’s why it feels so off for me.

at the end of season 7 they looked like they were really trying to get to know each other both on and off screen, they were talking about important things with each other, and actually trying to have real conversations. and then in season 8 there’s just none of that.

i didn’t think anything of it at first because i figured they just had those conversations off-screen in the FOUR MONTHS we didn’t see. but with 8x06 it truly feels like they didn’t have a single real conversation that we hadn’t seen.

8x06 shows us that they don’t know about each others’ exs at all, buck doesn’t know how tommy views his sexuality, tommy doesn’t know that buck hates basketball, so what exactly have they been talking about outside of the silly goofyness of 911 subplots for six months??

tbh i understand having them break up (i really wanted them to be endgame but i understand if that was never actually the plan) but the way they broke up felt so wrong.

i would’ve even understood if the real reason they had broken up was because after six months they realized that they don’t actually know anything about each other but even so, until 8x06, that was never indicated. they had a couple serious conversations with each other in season 7 and since there were no hints either way, i had assumed those had continued off-screen.

to have a well-liked couple with a decent amount of screen time break up without showing us pretty much any of the actual downfall of the relationship, giving what felt like a shoehorned in reason for the breakup, and only giving us last minute hints at the possible actual reason for the relationship ending feels shitty, if i’m being real.

i know it’s just a fictional show and it’s not that serious but this really hurt. i hate how much i let this get to me but i really let this show get my hopes up. it was my main form of escapism and something that consistently made me happy outside of things in my everyday life that have been stressing me out. i thought i could sink a little further into it after the results of the election but now it’s no longer the same form of comfort for me.

i’ll probably still continue watching the show and i absolutely adore all the people i’ve gotten to interact with (even in my really small way of interacting) through this fandom but 911 does feel a little tainted for me at the moment.

i’m probably missing some stuff here and a lot of this is just rambling but that’s it for now, i hope you are all doing okay and hanging on to whatever you can to make this a little easier <3

#i’m just trying to make sense of this whole thing for me #and i hope you all are doing okay #or as okay as you can be #911 #911 abc #bucktommy #owl speaks #tevan

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mystwrites · 11 months ago

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Hiiii! For the event, 9, 14, or 16 for ler! Rengoku and lee!giyuu. He needs to smile. Ty!!!!

A/N: Hello, I’m sorry this took a while, but I’ve gotten to this!! I decided to go with 9! This will be the last sentence starters fic due to some…irl things happening but I have other things from different fandoms scheduled!

CW: Tickling (don’t like, don’t read)

Giyuu sat alone once more, away from the others enjoying the picnic. As much as he wanted to join the others his age laughing while drinking sake and the younger ones splashing water at one another in the small creek, he didn’t want to be a burden to the group. Perhaps they would have more fun without him. Sitting with Kanzaburo in his lap was probably better anyways. At least he could feel at ease knowing the crow genuinely liked him.

“Tomioka!”

Giyuu all but squeaked, jumping a little as Rengoku’s loud voice startled him from his racing thoughts. Kanzaburo startled and flew away with a squawk.

“Oh…gosh…” he sighed, relieved. “Don’t just shout like that, Rengoku…”

“Sorry, I really do apologize but you’re missing out on all the fun!” Rengoku exclaimed, gesturing to the group. “Why don’t you come and join us?”

“Mmm…nah. Not in the mood…actually according to Shinazugawa, Iguro and Uzui, I’ll ruin it with my “unflashy” and “depressing” aura.” Giyuu replied, looking away. “Also, you scared my crow away. Thanks for that.”

Rengoku knew Giyuu was more introverted than the rest and in all honesty, felt rather bad that he just assumed the group hated him. While Sanemi and Obanai were vocal about their dislike for Giyuu, it was all misunderstandings. Rengoku knew Giyuu wasn’t cocky and sensed that he kept a distance to make sure he didn’t get attached but he hated the thought of Giyuu believing he was hated.

While Rengoku could never get a good read on what was going on through his comrade’s head, he knew Giyuu was sad for some reason. Surely if being hated on daily was getting to him, they should talk about it as a group with Gyomei mediating the exchange.

“I don’t think they think that.” Rengoku started, opening his mouth to continue before Giyuu cut him off.

“Oh yeah? Ask them yourself.” he snorted. “I’m sure they’ll tell you all the reasons why I shouldn’t have even came to this picnic to begin with. In fact, I think I’ll go home.”

Now frowning, Rengoku realized that Giyuu distanced himself specifically because of what the others thought of him. Instead of trying to argue back, Rengoku sat next to his peer before he could leave and stared at the leaves rustling above them.

Wanting to make Giyuu smile, Rengoku searched his brain for ways to make people laugh. He knew jokes wouldn’t work on Giyuu and neither would slapstick humor. Giyuu was different from Tanjiro and his friends and vastly different from Senjuro, but there was one universal trick that could work if executed correctly. He just had to hope it would work.

“Tomioka…” Rengoku said, smiling at Giyuu just as he rose from his place on the grass.

“I don’t like that look on your face, Rengoku…you’re up to something…”

“I know a way to make you smile!~”

Taking one look at Rengoku’s smiling face sent Giyuu running as fast as he could. However, much to his shock, he wasn’t fast enough. Before he realized it, Rengoku held him tightly and gave his already messy hair a noogie.

“Aaggh!! Rengoku!!” Giyuu growled, trying to fight the playful man off.

“Don’t fight it, Tomioka! I’ll make you smile!!” Rengoku grunted, managing to wrestle Giyuu down to the grass.

“I will fight it!!!” Giyuu huffed, trying to put Rengoku in a chokehold. “Get off!!!”

“No! Let me make you smile!!”

“I don’t want to!!!”

“Don’t fight it, Tomioka!!! Just submit!! Smiling is a lot of fun!!”

The sudden wrestling match caught the attention of the other Hashira, the group all watching to see what would happen to Giyuu should Rengoku cause him to tap out. Gyomei, Mitsuri, Muichiro and Shinobu looked on with interest while Tengen, Obanai and Sanemi watched the scene and continued with their argument about who knows what.

“Nooo!! C’mon man!!” Giyuu growled, shoving at Rengoku’s face. “Get off of me-EEEEEEHEEEYYYY!!!”

As soon as Giyuu let out a shriek upon feeling Rengoku press into his sides, the Flame Hashira wrestled the Water Hashira down with ease, tickling his flanks. Instant laughter burst from the normally Giyuu and filled the air. Seeing Giyuu smile made Rengoku smile and looking up at the others. Everyone turned to look at Giyuu who was flat on his back, legs and arms flailing as Rengoku tickled him silly.

“Told you I could make you smile, Tomioka!~” Rengoku purred, causing Giyuu to push at him with more force.

“Yohohou said s-smihihile not l-lahahaugh!” Giyuu whined, shrieking as Rengoku found that oh so terrible spot under his ribs. “GEHEHET OFF OHIHOF MEEEHEHEHEE!!!”

“Mmm…maybe I wanted you to laugh too!” Rengoku shrugged, laughing along as Giyuu fought to escape from his tickly embrace. “Don’t try to escape, Tomioka! I wanna make sure that smile stays on your face!”

As much as Giyuu didn’t want to smile, he couldn’t help but smile and laugh as Rengoku continued to dig into his sides. Much to Giyuu’s shock, Rengoku tickled every ticklish spot one could have, deciding that he enjoyed the reactions Giyuu gave of his sides, armpits and thighs were tickled.

“IHIHIT HURTS!!” Giyuu complained, kicking out frantically. “MY CHEHEHEEKS HUHUHURT!! LEHEHET ME GO!!!!”

The rest of the group snickered as Giyuu let out a shrill scream, kicking and flailing about as Rengoku sat on his thighs and dug his fingertips into his stomach. Hands batted weakly at Rengoku, desperate for the tickling to stop but too weak to put an end to the activity. Gyomei finally decided to stand up and put an end to the chaos realizing that Giyuu was slapping the ground constantly and struggling to catch his breathe.

“Alright, alright. Let him go, Rengoku.” Gyomei chuckled, patting his head. “I think Tomioka’s cheered up enough.”

Taking one more good long look at Giyuu, Rengoku nodded and released Giyuu from his grasp. Extending a hand, he helped Giyuu to his feet and chuckled.

“You okay?” he asked, once again ruffling Giyuu’s messy hair.

“Sure. Yeah, yeah I’m fine.” Giyuu replied, his face going back to its normal appearance.

“Hey, can you at least smile a little?” Rengoku asked, pulling Giyuu’s lips up into a forced smile.

“If you stop touching my lips and forcing me to smile, maybe I will.” Giyuu replied, making Rengoku laugh and pull away.

“Good, now come join us.”

#demon slayer tickling #kny tickling #tickle drabbles #lee!giyuu #ler!rengoku

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rottenpumpkin13 · 5 months ago

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I just wanted to say (bc I saw the problem with ppl being attacked through asks) I genuinely love your posts. They cheer me up. At first I saw your acc bc my friend thought huh strange someone has the same name, age, interest, and pronouns as me and legit asked if it was me. Since being introduced (for context I work a corporate 9-5 job) every time I see notifications of you posting I’m running to see. You’re honestly one of my favorite accounts. I hope you’re doing okay. Taking the necessary rest/recovery.💗

I randomly clicked on a blog that liked one of my posts one day and saw "Elle, 22, she/they" in the bio 😚 I wonder if it was you, because if not we need to make an "Elle, 22, she/they" club immediately because there might be more of us lol

I've gotten my fair share of rude anons this year, but nothing recently. I try not to reply to them both for my sake and that of the people who come onto my blog because they want a mini escape from whatever it is that they're going through, so maybe that's why it's cooled down a bit. People tell me this blog cheers them up, so I take it seriously and try to make it a fun place, and that's what it was for me up until a while ago.

Lately it seems that everyone is having to deal with what looks like one very pathetic person who is so desperate for attention that they feel the need to try and disrupt everyone's peace. It's sad—sad for the person who has such a disgusting personality that they feel the need to do this, and mostly sad for people I care about getting hit with this wave of senseless hate.

And it shouldn't be like this. People should have the right to exist in their safe space without armor and a sword to fight off trolls and people who make fandom uninhabitable. I should have the right to post my stuff without being told to "stop polluting the tags." Person X should have the right to post without fearing they're saying something wrong. Person Y should be able to share what makes them happy without feeling unsafe in their own community. Person Z should be able to enjoy fandom without dealing with drama spurred by hateful people. And yet here we are. The block button is there. If you don't like someone, you don't have to interact with them. Plain and simple.

I started feeling burnt out a while ago, but it has nothing to do with anon hate or anything of the sort. I guess it's a culmination of my irl problems spiralling out of control this year coupled with stuff I've experienced on here ever since I started this blog. I think the only thing keeping me here is people still sending asks (because talking to you guys is so much fun), and the really great friendships I made through this fandom.

Thanks for checking in 💚

#/other

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kentosbabes · 2 years ago

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Thoughts on Nanami slowly becoming aware of his raging crush for fellow sorcerer? The reader isn't oblivious tho, they are well aware of different ways he speaks and acts around them as opposed to everyone else at work, but it doesn't click for Nanami until he catches on to readers flirtations and the way they treat him differently from rest of other sorcerers they work with. Thats when he sits and looks at his and her actions side by side and realizes that it isn't a friendly care for a co-worker, man is in love and luckily for him reader thinks he is cute as a button.

OMG I LOVE THIS SOOO MUCH.

You think he’s avoiding you. You’ve been close to him for years now, not one proper argument between the two of you, but this? Much worse than just a silly little argument. You realised you liked him a year or two ago, it was after a curse almost killed him and you realised how much you truly liked him and the bone deep fear of losing him.

“-irl, girl? Hello, anyone home?” Gojo nudged you to get your attention, you apologised and started to pay attention to his rambling about what’s for lunch. “What are you doing here? You shouldn’t be be here, it’s supposed to be your day off.” You tried not to feel a little hurt at his tone and infliction but it was hard.

“I came into do some paperwork that I had left last minute, why?” This is the most he's spoken to you in forever, and you hate how much you actually like it. You just want his attention, it doesn’t matter how much or how, just the fact that he’s given it to you.

He’s acting weird to you, normally when he comes in he puts a cup of joe on your desk with a note telling you to have a good day. But today? He walked right past you without your usual chat and mutual distain for leaving late. You send a small smile to him that drops when you realise he’s not looking at you. Did he finally find out? Did he put two and two together and figure out that you like him? Maybe that’s why, you reasoned. Maybe he just doesn’t like you back and was just being really friendly to you.

“I’m heading to the field with Gojo, there’s a level two curse and then I’ll head home,” you tell no one in particular, and take your bag. Walking out, Gojo stops and tells you he’s feeling under the weather, you nod and tell him that it’s fine you can handle it. “No you can’t, I feel bad enough as it is, Nanami go with her and drop her home.”

He rolls his eyes and you start to head out with him. Keeping a distance from him than usual, walking at a snails pace till you reach a short cut in an alleyway. He finally has enough and turns around to you, “What’s your problem? You’re acting different” You look at him upset, “I’m acting different? What about you? You’ve been ignoring me all week and now you want to talk it out?”

He suddenly darts his eyes to your eyes then lips and then back up to your eyes.

You look up at him through your eyelashes and huff, “Well, of course I like you, I’ve liked you since last year. I’ve been waiting for you to get my flirtations? Do you see me buying coffee for anyone else? Being as nice as I am to anyone else? You’re so silly, I’ve like you for as long as I started being assigned to tasks with you.”

Your phone starts to ring, it’s Gojo so you put it on speaker, “Hey girlieee, the curse has moved locations and Megumi sorted it out so you can go home straight. Is everything ok with loverboy? You know I-“

You quickly interrupt him and tell him he’s on speaker and that you need to go- hanging up on him. “So…”

“Loverboy?” “Oh shut up”

“Gladly,” leaning in to kiss you, your lips meeting in a tender, hesitant kiss- a delicate collision of emotions. With a gentle smile against your plush lips, he reached out, his hand hovering just inches away from your cheek. Your fingers combed through his blonde hair, twisting and tugging at it, deepening the kiss. Nanami nipped at your lower lip and drank in the soft moan you made in response. Kissing you harder and with more urgency, but pulling away to put his forehead on yours, “I like you. I like you back. I just think you should hear it properly if you’ve been wait on me for that long”

You roll your eyes, “It’s ok if you’re a little clueless, you’re my clueless boy now. “

#kentosbabes #jjk headcanons #kento nanami #nanami headcanons #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento #jujutsu kaisen #nanami imagine #jujutsu kaisen nanami #kento nanami x reader #kento nanami x y/n #kento nanami fluff #nanami x you #nanami drabbles #jujutsu nanami #nanami x reader

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autistichalsin · 1 year ago

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Okay, I’ve been a bit scared because I’ve been observing from the sidelines, but I do want you to know this isn’t a hateful or troll ask, I’m genuinely asking for clarification.

In my experience, “pro-shipping” has always meant ‘problematic shipping’, and all of the people I’ve talked to about this have said the same thing.

Am I the one who’s misconstrued? I really don’t get it.

Being called “pro-harassment” or “pro-censorship” is hurtful and confusing as all hell.

I don’t harass people for what they create. I don’t care to do that. I block and move on, and warn people if I know they could be upset by the content.

But I also don’t understand how certain things are justified.

I am personally not bothered by much, but I have watched friends and acquaintances go through visceral traumatic reactions because people have decided to air out their coping by sharing it with the public. (I.E, people who write romantic incestual fics, etc)

I don’t give a shit what people write. I really don’t. But it feels harmful to use the excuse of coping when you, in turn, could be hurting dozens of others.

Like I said, I genuinely am not trying to be hateful here. I’m confused, and still distraught that all of this is happening. I don’t think anyone deserves to be harassed. I just also don’t get the logic here.

Pro-shipping never once meant problematic shipping. It meant opposite of "anti" because antis would come and invade the tags and asks, calling them all kinds of names if they found their ships distasteful.

Sorry that being indirectly accused of supporting harassment hurt your feelings. Imagine how I felt, being DIRECTLY accused of supporting rape in real life because of my taste in fiction. You are throwing in your lot with people who can't distinguish fantasy and reality.

I don't like incest fics either, anon. They are triggering for me. So you know what I do? I don't read fics tagged as incest. For that reason, I have never been triggered by an incest fic. I suppose I would be if I read an incest fic that wasn't tagged as much, but you will never find a single pro-shipper who defends posting such content without a tag. You are responsible for your own experience online; it is your job to curate the content.

If it was just seeing that the fic exists that triggered the response, then I'm sorry to say they're still in the wrong. As a survivor, learning that triggers exist and how to navigate those triggers is on you. We are responsible for how we deal with our trauma. Your friends didn't deserve their traumas, and they deserve kindness and support, but requesting that people never be allowed to write distasteful fiction so that they don't have to be upset by the idea that someone somewhere shipped incest is not reasonable. Their feelings are valid; it's totally reasonable to be triggered, to strictly curate your online experience. It's reasonable to block everyone who ships the upsetting incest ships, to put an "incest shippers DNI" on your page, all of it. It's not reasonable to call them supporters of IRL incest or to accuse them of causing your trauma. It isn't hard at all on AO3 or Tumblr; they even give you the option to blacklist/filter out certain tags so you can avoid it without blocking users. There's easily half a dozen safeguards that already exist that are a lot less radical, a lot less likely to be weaponized against queer users, and a lot easier to enforce than trying to remove them.

Me writing fics, such as a character using kink to cope, can only harm a user who doesn't curate their feed (and who reads fics they know will trigger them, which I can only assume would then be a purposeful form of self-harm). Denying other survivors their coping mechanism, though, IS a direct form of harm. Stigmatizing recovery by saying that survivors are in any way akin to abusers for creating fiction is a direct form of harm.

It sounds to me like you've absorbed some very harmful and very narrow ideas of what recovery should and should not look like, and what is and isn't a good/valid survivor. You might want to reflect on why you're turning your attention to policing what survivors do to cope so much.

#proship #proshipper #discourse

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anyamaris · 1 year ago

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Less Than Perfect

Word Count-10526

Summary- Your boyfriend Yeosang has planned the most amazing vacation for the two of you over the Christmas holiday. While the journey starts out fine, you both find yourselves in a small town with car troubles and no way to fix it because of the holiday. What should have been a perfectly planned vacation turns into everything going wrong, or so your boyfriend thinks. It could just be that perfect isn’t what you’re looking for.

Trope/Au-Established relationship au

Pairing- Yeosang x F!reader

Warnings-Vulgarity, explicit language, unprotected sex (wrap it up irl), some angst (mostly Yeosang being silly), Minors DNI 18+

A/N: Ahhhh this one has been brewing for awhile and I'm emotionally attached to this. I actually refer to a prior fic with the reader and Yeosang that ties to this one. There's also a smut I wrote with them later here!

I want to thank @mint-yooxgi and @starlitmark for doing me the amazing kindness of beta reading alot of this story as I cried my way through it. Without you two, I imagine I would have faltered so much more. I appreciate you both more than you know!

This fic is part of the Stranded for the Holidays Collaboration, make sure you check out all the other wonderful writers who have written as well!

Tags- @cultofdionysusnet @ksmutsociety @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @yoonguurt @shinestarhwaa @stardragongalaxy @kpop-stories-21 @starlitmark@millennial-fangirl @ericssmile @wooahaeproductions@changbinslovelylegs @yeosxxx @millennial-fangirl @starillusion13 @duchesskaren @minki-moo

@cafekitsune Thank you for banners and dividers! 🤍💜🤍

You can’t suppress your smile as you look over at your boyfriend, curling to the side in your seat to watch him as he drives. “What? What is it?” He questions, glancing over at you with a small smile. “Am I not allowed to admire my handsome lover?” you retort.

He only responds with a laugh, shaking his head as he reaches over to take your hand, keeping his eyes on the road as he kisses the back of it.

“I’m so excited to get away, going to sleep in and eat sooo much!" You exclaim, thinking of the little resort town Yeosang had booked the hotel in. His smile just fuels your own as you continue to tell him all of the silly little things you plan on doing on your vacation. “Oh and the hot tub…” you murmur, giving Yeosang a sexy side eye.

His cheeks flush as he bites his lip, clearing his throat as he glances at your little grin. “Yes…that’s definitely a great perk…”

Giggling at his expression, you just sigh in contentment as you continue to chatter away at Yeosang. You’re about three hours into the trip and you’d just stopped for a break before the next part of the journey. You’ve been climbing into a heavily mountainous region, a necessary route to get to the resort town Yeosang had booked your vacation in.

“It’s so pretty up here!” you exclaim, looking out at the soft flakes starting to fall in the midday sun.

“It’ll be much prettier on the other side, once we’re through this little backwoods area.” Yeosang says, eyeing the falling snow with less enthusiasm than you are. “I hope the weather holds, I’d hate to get delayed.” He murmurs, and you look over at him.

“I’m in no rush, Yeosang. We have the rest of the weekend and then all week following Christmas. Enjoy the beautiful scenery!” you tell him, poking his cheek.

“I have the most beautiful scenery right here for the entire trip, what are you talking about?” he says, his cheeks turning a little shade of pink at the words.

You gasp, your hands on your chest, “Kang Yeosang, you're going to make my poor heart give out.” you tease, but you lean over to plant a kiss on his cheek for the compliment. “I adore you.” You breathe out, watching as his pink shade brightens to a red and his ears decide to match, making you laugh. “Even after two years you still blush when you say that kind of thing. I love it.”

You just smile at him as he glares at you and shakes his head. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” he murmurs.

Over the next hour, you just happily chatter away to Yeosang, until suddenly the car starts to sputter and shake. Looking over at your boyfriend in alarm, you ask, “What is that?” His frown doesn’t bode well as he looks at the dash controls, brow furrowed as the car begins to slow. Before long, he’s pulling to the side of the empty road, cursing softly under his breath.

“I just had this checked before we left…” he grumbles and you just nod, opening the glove box to rummage around for the car’s manual.

“Not sure if this will help…” you say, flipping through it as he mutters, and the car completely stalls.

“Damn. Fuck.” He curses and you reach over to him, rubbing his arm as he glares at the steering wheel.

“It’s okay, we still have a signal out here.” You tell him as you look at your phone, quickly searching for nearby mechanics or towing. Finding only one nearby number that does both, you call and the nice man on the other end asks you some questions about your location.

Luckily, you remembered passing by some noticeable landmarks, and you let the man know. Yeosang just watches you with an unhappy, worried look as you talk.

“Ah the state park! Well sounds like you’re a few miles outside of town. I’ll get to you in no time, this isn’t the weather for sittin’ too long!”

You smile at the voice, “Yes, we were heading west so-” “Yep yep, don’t you worry, I’ll find ya and get ya somewhere warm!”

“Thank you so much!” You say, hanging up and smiling at your boyfriend. “Yeosang, don’t worry. Someone is coming, wipe the frown off your handsome face.” You tease him, reaching out to smooth the furrow in his brow.

“I sure as hell hope they have somewhere to fix this.” He sighs, looking at the clock on his phone. “Let me text the others and let them know we’ll be delayed a bit.” You just take a deep breath, smiling at him to try to ease his mood.

“It’s fine, at least we won’t be stuck out in the cold. Everything happens for a reason.” You say and he just rolls his eyes at you, but you pinch his cheek as his lip curls up into a small smile.

“If the reason is to throw everything off…”

Leaning back against the headrest you just sigh and shake your head as you watch him text. “‘Everything’ is relaxing, eating, spending time together. We can do that anywhere.” You remind him and he just hums as he chews his lip, shooting you an odd look.

“Am I wrong?” You say, smirking and he just sighs.

“I just hope this is something simple.” he hums and you nod, patting the dashboard.

“This girl is just tired, right, baby?” You say to the car, and that finally draws a small laugh out of him.

“Well, she needs to rest and get her energy back soon.” He says, and his smile grows as you lean over to plant a kiss on his lips before he returns to his messages.

Before you know it you look up to see headlights cutting through the heavy snowfall and then the sound of a truck backing up has you unbuckling your seatbelt to go talk to the tow truck driver.

A hand stops you and you throw Yeosang an odd look as he halts you. “Stay here and keep warm, I’ll go talk to him.” He says, leaning over and kissing your cheek before he’s unbuckling and opening the door. You watch him trudge over to the man and chat, gesturing to the vehicle.

Smiling as he makes his way back, you can’t help but feel your heart swell with love for the man you’ve given it to. Even in this situation, there is no one in the world you’d rather be with than him. Especially during this time of year. Last year, you’d both been working and had spent the following Christmas day together, but this year you’d both been able to get the time off.

Yeosang sighs as he gets in, watching the tow truck driver back up and set about hooking the car up. He turns and opens his mouth, but stops and blinks at your silly smile. “Are you alright?” he asks, waving his hand in front of your face.

You can only laugh at him, taking his hand as you shake your head. “I’m fine, just…happy to be with you.”

The odd look on his face at your words has you laughing a bit more, his nose wrinkling as his mouth twists. “Only you would be beaming at me like, broken down in the middle of nowhere, with a snow storm around us.” He huffs, but he reaches over to pinch your chin in his fingers, a small smile now creeping over his lips. “He’s going to have us ride with him to town, we can figure things out on the drive and when we get there.” he tells you and you nod, grabbing your bag, sending a quick text to the two friends you were meeting at the resort, noticing the frown faces and dismay at your delay.

“Jackie and Ty are already drinking.” You say, laughing as you show him a pic of the two women at the bar with their boyfriends.

He just snorts, shaking his head at the picture, letting out a long sigh. “I’m ignoring the whining texts from those two.” He gestures to Seonghwa and Mingi in the picture and you just smile, knowing all too well he’s getting blown up by his friends.

“Did the others show yet?” You ask as you watch the tow truck driver gesture to you both after he has everything hooked up.

You both open your doors and get out, Yeosang running over to grasp your hand after the driver tells you to go get warm in his truck as he finishes up.

Once you're both settled in the cab of the truck, Yeosang wraps his arm around you, rubbing gently to warm you and he finally answers. “Doesn’t sound like the rest showed yet, but I’m certain I’ll know once they do. I’m putting my phone on silent for the time being. I really don’t want to deal with Wooyoung especially.” He says, making an annoyed face.

“They’ll survive without us for a bit. Besides, that means I have you to myself for even longer!” You say, trying to get him to smile.

He sighs and leans over to rest his head on your shoulder as you wait for the driver to finish and join you. Once he does, he introduces himself to you as he starts to drive slowly towards the town, cautious in the increasingly heavy snowfall.

“You’re both lucky you broke down where ya did, when ya did. This snow is gonna get worse through the night.” he says, keeping his eyes on the road. “I'll drop ya at the bed and breakfast so ya have a room for the night, already told the couple there we’d have a few extra in town once I got yer call.” He tells you, and you smile at his kindness.

“Thank you so much, you have no idea how much we appreciate it. Is there someone who can fix the car this weekend?” you ask him and his mouth thins into a line.

“Normally I’d say yea, but with this weather and Christmas eve tomorrow, depends on what she needs to get ‘er up and runnin’.” he responds, gesturing to the car being towed behind you.

You let out a soft sigh, feeling Yeosang tense as he sits up, squeezing your hand gently. “Well, no matter what, I’m just grateful you came to get us and thank you so very much again for finding us a place without even knowing us.” You say, smiling softly, letting your thumb rub circles on your boyfriend's hand to soothe him.

“Ah don’t mention it, we take care of folks ‘round here. Don’t you worry ‘bout nothin’.” he says comfortingly and you just enjoy the conversation as you watch the town come into view, buildings popping out beneath the white cover of snow.

Gasping, you lean forward, noticing the plethora of decorations lighting up the street lamps and all over the buildings and landmarks you can see. “Oh my goodness, it’s beautiful!” You exclaim and the driver chuckles, nodding.

“We do so love our Christmas, that we do. What are you two travelin for? Going to see family for the holidays?” He asks, and you shake your head, eyes never leaving the sights of the decorations as you pass through what looked like the main street of the small village.

“Hmm…just meeting up with some friends we haven’t seen much of lately, everyone has been traveling. And last year we were so busy, we both haven’t had much time to go anywhere together for any holidays.” You answer and smile over at Yeosang.

He’s also taking in the decorations, shooting you a small smile as you get excited over them.

“You two married?” the driver asks with a grin and you smile, shaking your head. “No, no, not married. Just dating.” you tell him with a smile, barely noticing Yeosang’s body tense up once more.

“Well, I’m sure you’ll have a nice stay with Abby and Connor, they been runnin’ that bed and breakfast for ages. Abby’s a great cook, too.” He adds, smiling at the two of you as he turns down a small side road.

Slowly, he pulls up to a large house with one of those wrap-around porches, and from what you can see, it’s the epitome of the style of a house for a bed and breakfast. It’s hard to see the color in the storm, but it looks like a cozy two story home perfect for welcoming guests of all types.

Thanking the driver, you leave Yeosang to talk with him about contact information as you go to grab the two suitcases from the back of the car. Before you can so much as pull them from the vehicle, Yeosang is beside you.

“I’ve got them.” He says, and you double check that you have everything before waving goodbye to the driver through the white blanket of snow.

“Would suck if no one was home.” Yeosang grumbles and you can only shake your head at his dour mood, smiling softly as he insists on carrying everything.

“What’s with all this negativity today? It’s so unlike you.” You tease him, and he just looks at you sheepishly. “It’s not as if things always go to plan, Yeosang. We have all weekend and next week to spend at the resort, so please don’t stress out over something as simple as a detour.”

He just nods at your words, his eyes apologetic as you ring the doorbell. Threading your arm through his, you kiss his cheek as the door opens.

“Well, well, lookie you two, poor things all stranded in this mess!” The bright, cheerful voice is coming from a middle aged woman, her curly brown hair up in a messy bun. “Come on in, let’s get you two warmed up! Carl said he’s getting your car in a garage for them to take a look at, so it’s in good hands. You two can relax and have a cozy place to stay for the evening.”

Smiling at your boyfriend, you allow the kind woman to escort you both into the warm house as she calls out for someone. “Connor! Our guests are here!” She says and a moment later, a tall, handsome older man makes his way down the stairs, smiling widely at the sight of you both.

“Welcome! Sorry for not greeting you at the door, I was making sure you had everything in your room.” He says, immediately going to his wife to slip an arm around her.

“I’ve made sure there are towels, fresh linens and extra blankets and pillows. There’s a small table and seating area in the room we put you in. Let me help you with those.” He says and you do your best to contain your amusement and pleasure at having such a sweet greeting in an otherwise stressful day.

Squeezing Yeosang’s arm as you both exchange a small smile, he gratefully hands one of the suitcases to the kind older man, slipping off his shoes before he takes another step.

“Come along, let’s get these in your room and you can let me know if there’s anything else you’ll be needing.”

You can only smile at the shocked but amused look from your boyfriend as he’s herded up the stairs before you turn back to the kind woman.

“Oh goodness, where are my manners? My name is Abby, and that there is Connor, as you heard me bellowing.” You laugh in delight as she gestures to the talkative man disappearing upstairs.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Abby. Thank you so much for taking us in tonight, everyone has been so kind so far.”

She just waves her hands as you introduce yourself and Yeosang, explaining the situation about the car breaking down. “Carl said he’s gonna take a look at it with his son tonight, so you two can just relax yourselves and not fret too much. We’ll take good care of you.” She pats your arm comfortingly as she shows you where to hang your jacket.

You have to admit, you can already feel the tensions of the day slipping away. Despite being calm through everything, it’s still a hitch in your plans and you know Yeosang is unhappy at the delay.

“I can’t thank you enough, really. Oh! Before I relax too much, let me pay you for the room.”

She just scoffs at you, shaking her head as you reach for your bag. “Let’s just see what needs to be done with your car first and we can deal with all of that later. You two just focus on resting and getting warm before we worry about all that fuss.”

Relenting, you can only smile gratefully at the woman, glancing up as Connor comes back down the stairs.

“Your beau is waiting for you in your room, but please let us know if there’s anything you’ll be needing.” the man tells you.

“Thank you both so much.” you say again as you make sure to take off your snowy shoes before you head upstairs.

“Make yourselves at home, and when you’re feeling comfy, come on down and I’ll give you a tray for your dinner so you two can eat together. You’re welcome to eat in the dining room or you’re free to bring it back upstairs to have a quiet dinner together.” Abby tells you as she gives you a small wave.

“Come on, dear, let the younger ones have some quiet time and don’t you dare go turning up the television to disturb them…” you hear as the two walk down the hallway into another area of the house, their voices trailing off.

Glancing around, you take a moment to admire the tasteful Christmas decor, sighing happily at the soft scent of mulled spices hanging in the air. It truly feels surreal, so wonderfully comforting standing here in this obviously loved and lived in house.

There was no front desk, no workers rushing about. Just the cozy feel of being in the company of people welcoming you into the comfort of their home. Taking one more glance around, you hum as you make your way upstairs, following the light from an open door at the end of the hall.

Walking in, you can’t help but grin at the large, spacious room.

The bed is huge, taking up the left side of the room, noticing Yeosang as you make your way in as he checks his messages. Glancing over, you take in the cute little table on the upper side of the room, with plenty of space to sit and have breakfast near a set of doors that seem to go to a balcony.

A small fireplace with a decorated hearth has two cozy armchairs facing it and you can’t help but feel a sense of bliss overwhelm you at the environment you’ve both stumbled into.

“Hey, you alright?” You hear Yeosang’s voice cut through your idyllic thoughts as he gently rubs a hand up your arm, a look of concern on his face.

“What? Of course, I just…” you inhale softly and his brow furrows, confusion on his face.

“You look like you’re about to cry.” He says, pulling you into his arms, cupping your cheek as he studies your eyes.

“Perhaps, but it’s because this place is so ….” you take a deep breath and let it out, a smile curving your lips. “It’s crazy, isn’t it? It’s like…falling into one of those romantic holiday movies.”

He wrinkles his nose at your whimsical statement, shaking his head but you can’t help but catch the upward quirk of his lips before he leans in to press them to yours.

“I’m sorry we’re not at the resort right now, out at a fancy restaurant like you deserve. I promise I’ll make it up to you.” He hums, drawing back to place a kiss on your forehead.

“Yeosang…” you let out a small laugh at his words, “I think this place is amazing. I’m here…with you. That’s all that matters to me.”

He merely frowns, looking down as he rubs your back. “I just…want everything to be perfect.” he sighs, and you wrap your arms around his neck, placing a kiss to his lips as he looks back up at you.

“You worry too much. Let’s get changed and cleaned up, then eat something?” you ask him, trying to focus on positives.

He nods, holding you for a moment longer before you release each other to unpack and wash up.

It’s well past dark when you both make your way downstairs, Yeosang’s hand in yours as you walk down the hall to a large open space, resplendent with a large decorated Christmas tree.

The piles of wrapped presents under the tree brings a smile to your face and you finally glance over at the sweet couple who have so kindly taken you both in.

Abby has on a cute apron proclaiming her to be the boss of the kitchen as her husband sits at the island overseeing everything.

“There they are!” She says, wiping her hands as she beams at the two of you. “Come, I’ve got some nice warm stew and homemade bread. If you give me a bit, I can whip up something more filling.” causing you to immediately shake your head.

“Oh please, don’t go through the trouble! This looks amazing!” you say as she presents you with a tray of steaming food.

Yeosang’s eyes even light up at the aroma of the home cooked meal and you smile warmly at his expression, not noticing the knowing look passing between the older couple.

“Why don’t you two go on upstairs and eat there, so you can have your privacy. I’ve got all these cookies I’ll be making for Christmas eve tomorrow so if you get hungry for more, or something else, you come on down and tell me. Don’t be shy now.” She teases and Yeosang nods as you reassure her that you definitely will let them know.

“Hopefully Carl and his sons can get your car taken care of so you can be on your way tomorrow.” Connor adds, telling Yeosang comfortingly. “Everything will be a bit better come the morning. Just leave your tray on the little table outside the door when you’re done if you don’t want to come down.”

You and Yeosang exchange a small smile as you make your way back up to eat together, and you can tell he’s hungry as he eyes the food on the tray.

Perhaps getting him fed will improve his mood, you think.

The evening is spent having a nice quiet meal together, sharing your thoughts on getting back on the road tomorrow. Luckily it was only a few more hours drive to the resort but you’ve definitely noticed the tension from him when you bring it up.

After eating, you both get ready for bed, placing the tray outside of the door as Connor had requested.

“Let’s get some sleep, and tomorrow will be much better.” you say as you slip into bed next to your boyfriend. Yeosang pulls you into his arms, allowing you to snuggle into him. “No matter what happens, it’ll be fine.” you promise him.

He just hums at your words, hugging you just a little tighter as you both drift off into your dreams.

The smell of baking cookies wakes you early, and you lay in the warmth of Yeosang’s arms for just a bit longer as you let yourself take in the morning around you.

The soft morning light spills across you both, buried comfortably in the blankets together.

Yeosang’s soft murmurs make you smile as he unconsciously rubs your arm and you let him settle before you slip from the bed.

Taking a few moments to wash up and throw on a hoodie from your bag, you leave your room to pad your ways downstairs, delighting in the beautiful home you’re staying in.

The soft lilt of a humming voice over the music playing has you drawn to the kitchen where Abby is back at her cookie making.

“Well good morning!” She greets you happily and your lips curve up as you watch her expertly ice the sugar cookies spread out before her.

“Good morning, wow…those are beautiful.” you exclaim, coming over to gaze at her work.

“Why thank you! I’m an old lady, so I can say that it’s taken years to get them to come out this well. But as they say, practice makes perfect!” As she says it, a blob drips onto her current cookie and she shoots you a wink.

“Well, maybe not perfect…” she says and you grin at her as you take a seat to watch.

“The imperfect ones are the tastiest!” You tease and she gives you a knowing look as she slips you the cookie in question.

“Okay then, you can be my taste tester.” She says. “Did you two sleep well? You’re up bright and early.” She asks and you nod as you take a generous bite of the snowman cookie.

“MM!” you hum, eyes growing wide. “Delicious!” you tell her as you nod, setting the cookie down on a small plate she provides. “We did, it’s so comforting here, and the meal was exactly what we needed last night.”

“Well I’m glad to hear it, honestly we hadn’t expected anyone so I’m glad I had something last minute for you both. Connor is out plowing the town at the moment but once he’s back and your man is up, he can take him down to the shop to check on things.” she reassures you and you hum as you nibble at your treat.

“Honestly….” you throw a look over your shoulder, then turn back to lean towards her. In a loud whisper you say, “I don’t mind being stuck here, we’re going to visit all of our friends…and I’m excited but…” you sigh and she nods, seeming to understand.

“We both work so much, and we do live together. But the whole year gets so hectic and it’s rare to get quiet moments, you know?” you confide and she hums as she continues to ice her confections.

“You two love each other very much, we could both tell last night when you showed up. Your man doesn’t talk much but you can just see it in how he is with you.” She says, beaming at you.

You can’t help but blush at her words, warmth filling your heart. “When we first started dating, lord….” you sigh, remembering. “He isn’t very talkative and he’s fairly stubborn when it comes to vocalizing his feelings, but….I feel loved every single day with him.”

Abby tilts her head at you, a knowing grin on her face. “That’s the real thing right there, sweetie. Hang onto him.” She points the icing bag at you and you just salute her,

“Yes ma'am! I fully intend to, if you only knew the silly way we got together…” you tell her and she lights up at your words.

“Well why don’t you just bless me with your romantic story time while I finish these up, then!” she exclaims.

Laughing, you settle in as you think back on it.

“We actually were friends for a long time before we got together. I had it bad for him.” You sigh, remembering.

“I bet he had it bad for you too.” She adds, and you can’t help the silly smile from growing on your face.

“I basically had to pry it from him, it took a stupid low cut shirt and some jealousy for us to finally break down with each other.” You sigh, shaking your head at the memory. “Like prying teeth, but when we finally put it out there in the open…” you gesture wordlessly and she hums.

“A good, strong relationship takes time, though I’m not opposed to that whole love at first sight idea. But so much more goes into truly loving someone…and perhaps it’s just not ready yet in some cases. Sometimes the best love simmers for the longest time before it blooms like spring. And darlin, you two are like watching two beautiful blossoms basking in each other’s light.” She says and you raise your eyebrows.

“Abby, you can cook, bake and talk like that? No wonder Connor fell for you.” You give her a wink of your own as her cheeks tint with pink as you bask in her beautiful words.

“Well now that’s a story….” she says and you laugh as you encourage her to spill, spending the early hours sharing your stories.

By the time Yeosang emerges from upstairs, you’re helping Abby finish up packaging her cookies for her gathering that evening. She’d told you that they go to her daughter and son in law’s house on Christmas eve and stay over there after going around dropping off cookies to families around town.

“Good morning.” He says, coming over to place a hand on your lower back, curiously looking at the tins of cookies you’re helping to pack.

“I put your beauty to work this morning, I hope you’ll forgive me.” She teases and he smiles softly as he gazes at you.

“Did you sleep well?” you ask him and he nods, placing a kiss on your cheek.

“Mmm, yes very well.” he says, then he leans in to whisper, “But I missed waking up to you in my arms.”

You catch Abby’s smirk as she makes her way out of the room, giving you two some space.

“Yeosang…” you say, blushing as he turns you in his arms, smoothing back your hair.

“Hm?” he just asks innocently and you shake your head, pursing your lips at him but he just leans in to peck them.

“Have you heard about the car yet?” you ask him and he just shakes his head.

“Not yet, it’s still early so I didn’t want to disturb anyone. Hopefully it’s good news.” He says, his warm smile fading into a worried frown.

“Don’t worry too much if it isn’t.” you reassure him but he is silent as Abby comes back in, and you hear the sound of the door opening, Connor making his way in from the snowy day.

“Morning, love birds! Still snowy out there but at least it’s stopped coming down for the moment.” He says as he sees you, gesturing to Yeosang.

“Come on, let’s take a ride down to the shop and see what Carl has to say.”

You smile at your boyfriend as he nods, giving you a quick kiss as he quickly runs to join Connor at the door, throwing on his shoes and jacket. “I’ll message you in a bit once I know what’s going on.” He calls out as they leave.

“Would you like to go deliver some of these cookies with me or do you prefer some alone time?” Abby asks as she puts the tins in some bags.

Perking up at the idea of going out, you respond, “Give me a moment to go change and I’d love to come along!”

She laughs at your eagerness as you run up to put on some warm clothing. “No rush!” she calls after you.

Once you help pack up the car, Abby drives you both down into the main stretch of the town, happily looking at all the Christmas decor as you drive along. One by one, she stops around town, first at a few residential homes where the jovial, kind townspeople greet Abby by name, hugging her before she introduces you.

After you’ve stopped by around six homes, she turns to you with a smile. “You’d fit right in here, but I doubt your beau would like it if I kept you around.”

Laughing, you nod, pulling out your phone to check your messages. You’ve been so enraptured with your little adventure, you hadn’t thought to look.

“Yeah, I doubt he’s willing to leave me here.”

Opening his message, you let out a sigh at the text. “Looks like we may be staying another night….” you tell her, and she looks over at you with a nod.

“Figured as much. Some kind of part?” She asks and you nod, pursing your lips.

You personally weren’t in a hurry but you could tell from the message that Yeosang wasn’t thrilled.

The text reads: “It’s going to take a day or two to get a part here for the car to be fixed. Connor says we can stay until the part comes. I’m so sorry I’ve ruined Christmas.”

“Oh Yeosang.” you sigh, shaking your head. “He’s going to be so grumpy.”

Abby pulls into one of the side spaces on the main thoroughfare and she reaches over to pat your arm. “Well, the only thing to be done is just to cheer him up then.” she comforts you and you give her a grateful smile.

“I’m sure Connor already offered you to stay until it’s fixed. You two can have the place to yourself tonight, we normally stay over at my daughter’s overnight for Christmas morning.”

“Thank you so much.” you say, the words unable to convey the heartfelt sincerity behind them as you think of how to cheer your boyfriend up.

“Come on, let's drop off the rest of these and there’s a few shops along the way. We can pick up a few things for you two for dinner later.” Abby reassures you, rubbing your arm. “It’ll all work out, don’t you even worry.”

Collecting the rest of the packages of cookies to drop off, you and Abby make your way from store to store. Abby introduces you to the friendly shopkeepers, each of them coming out to greet you and inquire about your stop here.

By the time you’ve come to the last shop, you’re grinning from ear to ear, just basking in the small town holiday feel. “I swear, I could live in a place like this. It’s just so….” you gesture, unable to find the words.

“Ah, it’s not always picture perfect but we all get along well. Everything comes with it’s ups and downs but yeah…” Abby glances down the snow covered main street. “Yeah…I am pretty content.”

You hum happily as you both push the door open to your last stop, noticing the vintage feel of it right away. “Wow…” you say in awe, admiring the beautiful dim lighting, and the aesthetically pleasing displays.

One such display shows what seems to be an antique picnic basket, opened up and set out as if someone was about to have a meal.

Crystal wine glasses adorn the linen blanket underneath and there was even a bottle of wine set amongst the dishes.

A beautiful frilly gown is draped over the vintage cushions placed around the spread, paired with some antique jewelry, shoes and even a bowler hat.

You can’t help but picture the scene it evokes in your mind; a couple out on a date in the countryside on a warm sunny day.

The owner truly seemed to take a lot of care with the items shown and you trail behind Abby as she calls out to the person inside. “Angelica! Merry Christmas Eve!”

You pull your eyes from the pleasing layout of the shop, shaking off the vivid image and turn to say hello.

The woman behind the counter appears to be slightly older than Abby, a long braid of black hair trailing down her back. Her wide smile immediately puts you at ease as she comes over to take your hand and greet you warmly when Abby introduces you.

“Stranded? Oh you poor thing, and on Christmas Eve of all times. Are you here alone?” she inquires.

You shake your head, returning her smile as you reassure her, “Oh no, my boyfriend is here with me. We were on our way to a holiday gathering with friends.” Looking around as she gives you a sympathetic smile, you can’t help commenting on the store.

“This place is gorgeous, I absolutely adore how much love you seem to have for the items.” Glancing at each display, one by one seeming to tell their own story, you let out a dreamy sigh.

“Why thank you, I must admit it’s become even more than a passion.” She says, following your gaze to another well thought out arrangement portraying a child’s bedroom, resplendent with antique toys and a worn but well taken care of teddy bear.

Yet another exhibit, because at this point you are convinced this is pure art, shows a flapper dress on a bust with stools and a small bar table. A men’s fedora and vest are on another, a pocket watch on a chain peeking out.

Crystal whiskey glasses sit beside a decanter and there is even a long cigarette holder on the table. You’re suddenly picturing smoke filled speakeasies of the 1920s.

“It’s magnificent, truly. It’s as if I can walk into any of these scenes and just get lost in the theme you’ve drawn out of the items.” you tell her, turning to see her expression of joy at your words.

“Well, you can come compliment me anytime, darling. I like you.” She says, beaming. “I hope you and your boyfriend get to your destination soon, I’m sorry you have this delay but we’re happy to have you.”

Turning to Abby, she gives her a hug, taking the last tin. “Thank you for the cookies, and I hope you and your family have a wonderful evening together.”

As they chat for a moment, you wander around to just enjoy the showroom and stop at a small case, admiring all of the jewelry displayed; from ropes of pearls to vintage rose gold rings, opal cameo brooches and so on.

“Ready to head back? We can stop by the small grocery on the way to grab a few things for tonight.” Abby asks, smiling at the case of jewelry. “Pretty aren’t they?”

“I love the idea that these items have a story, that…there’s a history behind them.” You smile softly at your host.

Turning, you blush as you laugh softly. “Sorry, I’m getting all sentimental.”

“Not at all, sweetie. I agree wholeheartedly, the beauty of them is in the time and wear. And yet still, here they are, awaiting the next adventure.”

You can only nod at her words, thinking about Yeosang, your relationship; thinking about life in general.

“I’m glad we broke down.” you blurt out before thinking and blink at your words, shaking your head.

Abby throws back her head and laughs, placing a hand on your arm as you cover your mouth in shame. “Oh sweetie, it’s fine to enjoy the detours in life. Don’t feel embarrassed to admit it.”

You can only sigh as you laugh softly, thinking about poor Yeosang and how upset he seems about it. But the experience has been nothing but comforting, allowing you both to slow down and relax for a moment in your busy lives.

Even the resort with your friends was planned out, daily events to go to this week. While you have your own rooms reserved, there is still a loose schedule to follow once you arrive.

Shaking it off, you both bid goodbye to Angelica, sweeping your eyes over the lovely displays once more before you head out.

By the time you arrive back at the bed and breakfast, Yeosang and Connor are in the living room, talking in low tones. As you and Abby bring in the few bags of groceries you’d obtained for the evening, the voices pause and both men come out to take them from you.

Abby waves you off, insisting on not needing help and you turn to greet your boyfriend.

Immediately, you notice Yeosang’s furrowed brow, and strained smile as he comes over to place a kiss on your cheek.

“Everything okay, besides the car?” You ask him and he just gives you a tight smile and a nod, placing a hand on your back.

“Yeah, just…” he shrugs, not finishing the sentence as he turns to watch Abby unpack the groceries.

You lean into him, resting your head on his shoulder for a moment as Connor helps Abby in the kitchen.

“Did you want to go rest for a bit? Abby said they are going to her daughter’s in a bit and we will have the place to ourselves.” you tell him.

He nods, “Connor said as much…” he says, then he looks at you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I’m going to go shower and change. I’ll be back down in a bit.”

You watch him head upstairs and turn with a sigh. While you understood the stress of everything, he seems to you to be overreacting a bit.

Yeosang was one of the most calm, easy going men you knew. Even after two years, you’ve only seen him get agitated less than a handful of times. One in particular was the night you’d…gotten together.

Smiling at the memory, you just shake it off and go to insist on helping the kind couple. Abby points out where everything is and they say their goodbyes before you head upstairs, as they would be leaving for the evening within the hour.

“Just lock up if you remember. Though if you forget, don’t worry your heads. Merry Christmas and we will see you both tomorrow when we get back.” Abby says, and you reassure her before going to check on Yeosang.

By the time night falls over the town, both you and Yeosang have taken showers, and you make your way into the kitchen to prepare something to eat for the both of you.

Yeosang sits on a stool as you make omelets as he responds to the numerous texts he’s been receiving from your friends. His dark expression says everything about the content, you know Wooyoung and San are likely teasing him, not helping matters.

Trying to lighten the mood, you start talking about the visits you’d made with Abby earlier to drop off cookies.

“The people here are so nice, and all the little shops! Oh and you should have seen this one antique store we went to!” You prattle on to him, sauteeing all the veggies you were putting in the eggs.

“Oh?” He says absentmindedly, frowning at his phone.

“Yes, you should have seen it! The owner has all these displays, and it’s like you’re taken right back to the time period-” you stop, feeling bad about being excited while he was obviously in a bad mood.

“Yeosang…” you say softly. It takes him a moment to realize you’ve stopped and he looks up at you quizzically.

“Hm?” He asks, blinking at you as if he hasn’t heard a word.

Sighing, you turn off the stove to come around and take the phone from his hands, placing it on the counter. Before he can protest, you brush his hair back and place a kiss on his forehead.

“Yeosang, I understand you dislike the delay but…I can’t comprehend why you’re so stressed out. You’re normally the one telling me to calm down.” You tease but he just lets out a long sigh, looking away.

“I just…I planned all this out….” he says, then shakes his head.

“Planned the trip? I mean, sure the resort is nice and of course I am looking forward to seeing everyone-”

“That’s not it!” he says harshly, his voice raising. You freeze, shocked at the dramatic response.

He takes in your wide eyes and stunned expression, his eyes darkening as he rubs a hand over his face.

“You don’t-” he starts, but then stops, standing suddenly. “I’m going for a walk.” he says, leaving the room before you can say another word.

After a brief pause, you glance over to make sure the stove is off as you hear the front door close. Running after him, you throw on your shoes and grab your coat, throwing open the door to rush after your upset boyfriend.

“Yeosang!” you yell, flakes of snow slowly drifting down as you look out from the porch. You let out a sigh as you spot him walking at a brisk pace away from the house.

“Where are you going?!” You call out, frustrated at the sudden turn of events. He was the last person you’d have expected to get upset and walk out over ….nothing.

Knowing you should let him cool down and have some alone time to deal with whatever was bothering him, you just can’t help yourself from chasing after him.

“Yeosang, stop!” You call to him again, running to catch up to him.

“Go back, I don’t want to-” he starts but you feel your foot slip as you hit a patch of ice and his words are lost as you find yourself landing on your ass in the snow.

You hear the crunch of snow as you let out a surprised yelp, then a small laugh at the situation.

“Baby, are you okay? Oh my god!” Yeosang’s voice gets to you before he does, then he’s kneeling beside you, his hands all over your arms, then legs, finally settling on your face as his eyes radiate concern.

“Yes, I’m fine-It’s you I’m worried about!” You tell him, exasperated. “Why are you just taking off?”

He huffs at your words, slowly helping you to your feet, still fussing over you as he brushes snow off of your clothing.

“Don’t worry about me, I’m just….” he sighs, his eyes unwilling to meet yours.

“Just what? Why would you talk to me?” you ask him as he turns to take a few steps away from you. You can only watch as he turns his face up to the falling snow, his throat working.

The path you are on from the bed and breakfast is lit with white lights, but they almost appear golden in the falling snow.

The quiet town is peaceful, but the tension between you feels so very loud. The heavy blanket of snow around you seems to muffle every footfall and word being spoken as you just watch him silently.

When he finally turns to you, you’re shocked by the pain in his eyes beneath the glimmer of unshed tears.

As you reach out for him, he just shakes his head, blinking rapidly. “I don’t -” he lets out a sigh, wiping angrily at his face.

“If you don’t tell me what’s going on, how can I know? God, even after two years, you still make me pry things out of you!” You half tease, hoping to bring the semblance of a smile to his face but he only frowns more.

“Two years, all this time together, I wanted…” he turns away again, his shoulders tense and you feel your heart suddenly plummet.

“Yeosang…” you say, breathless. Was he…unhappy? Was he going to…break up with you? Your mind spirals with all the possibilities and you feel your eyes fill with your own hot tears, stinging in the cold wind.

“Are you-do you-,” you swallow thickly, blanching when he turns to you in concern. “Are you ending things?” you finally ask.

The pounding of your heart and the spinning thoughts in your head almost overwhelm you as his eyes register shock.

“What?!” he chokes out, taking a step towards you. “Why would you even think that?”

You can only shake your head, wrapping your arms around yourself. “Because you’re so unhappy, and upset. Being delayed like this doesn’t ruin anything, we’re together and …maybe that’s not what you want…” you say, your voice softening as you feel your stomach drop.

“No! That’s-” he throws his hands up, turning away from you in frustration. “You have no idea how long I’ve planned this! I wanted it all to be perfect, for you!”

His voice grows louder and you can only watch as he spins around on you, a mix of emotions seem to play out over his face; anxiety, stress, pain, defeat.

He continues before you can say anything and you can only listen to him, stunned at the sudden outpouring.

“Months! I’ve worked with Seonghwa and Wooyoung, I’ve made reservations, I’ve planned it all!” He says, starting to pace. “It was all supposed to be exactly right. All of it. We even left a day early, so there wasn’t an issue. But no! We get stranded in a town that doesn’t even have a car rental place!”

You barely blink, watching your stoic, calm boyfriend just rant in front of you, confused at his words. “Yeosang…planning a trip isn’t something to get so-”

“It’s not just the trip!” He says, whirling on you, his eyes large, dark and sparkling in the golden lights. “Here we are, in the middle of some small town, and I can’t even manage to get a car fixed! It’s Christmas Eve, and I don’t have anything to offer you, watching you cook fucking eggs on a night where I should be giving you everything in the world you deserve-”

“How the fuck am I supposed to propose to you like this, with nothing?” he blurts out then goes silent, agony seeming to play over his face.

Stunned at his words, it takes you a moment for them to finally process them. As the snow falls around you both, the muffled silence hangs heavily over both of you. You can feel your heart rapidly thundering in your chest as you shake off the shock.

“Pro-propose?” You finally break the silence, the crunch of snow sounding under your feet as you take a step towards him. His throat works and he looks away, cursing himself under his breath, the puff of air visible in the cold as he heaves out a sigh.

“See…I can’t even do that properly. I …I was trying to keep it a secret until we got to the resort.” He says softly, his stress and frustration seeming to drain out of him as his shoulders slump.

“I’ve ruined it, it was supposed to be perfect-” but his words are cut off as you close the distance between you, throwing yourself into his arms as you silence him with your lips on his.

His body goes rigid for only a split second before he’s pulling you close, his hands in your hair as he opens his mouth to yours to deepen the kiss. You swear you can hear the soft chime of bells as a tear slips from your eye to burn a trail down your cheek.

Without an idea of how long you both stand there lit up by holiday lights on the snow strewn path kissing as if it was your first time, you finally pull back, your fingers combing through his dampened hair.

Silently you study his eyes as he reaches up to brush a tear away with his thumb.

“You idiot.” You say to him and he blanches, opening his mouth to protest, but you silence him with another kiss.

“Dumb, stupid, idiotic-” you keep saying, placing a kiss on his mouth with every word. Finally understanding why he’s been so stressed out, you can only frown at him as he gives you a look of confusion.

“Yeosang, the last thing I want is perfect!” You finally tell him and he frowns at your words, his eyebrows drawing together.

“But, you’re perfect and I love you.” He says simply, causing your heart and stomach to flutter together.

You pull back to squish his cheeks in your hands, giving him a dramatic pout. “I am no such thing, as you very well know. No one is perfect. I don’t know how you got it in your head that perfection is what I want or need.”

“But-” he starts and you peck his lips again, quieting him.

“There is no but. No matter what, I love you so fucking much. It doesn’t matter if you planned out an entire fancy event or if you took me into an alley and proposed to me in front of a dumpster.” you say, looking into his honey brown eyes as he blinks at you.

“As if you need anything but yourself to offer me, as if I need anything to love you. All I need is you and me, together. I’d say yes to you no matter where we were or what we were doing, you big oaf.”

He just stares at you, stunned into silence as you give him a fake angry face, pouting dramatically.

“So, is that a yes?” He asks, his lip twitching upwards as he cups your cheek in his hand.

“Of course it’s a yes, you-!” You smack his shoulder softly as he pulls you close, burying his face in your neck.

“I…didn’t expect to be called names during the proposal..” he whispers, placing a kiss to your jawline.

“Well, get used to it buddy cause-” his lips cut your words off now as he kisses you passionately, his tongue prying open your mouth, searching for your own. His soft groan as he presses against you has your heart rate increasing and a warmth pooling in your belly.

“Let’s go inside-” He whispers against your mouth, his hands slipping down to cup your ass to pull you tight to him. “Upstairs-” He says and you can only nod, your need matching his as you both make your way to the porch.

It’s slow going, as he keeps stopping to kiss you, touch you, his hands everywhere as you finally open the front door and kick off your snowy shoes. Your jackets are discarded, but at least you manage to toss them over a bannister as he backs you towards the stairs.

“The last thing we need is to fall down the stairs tonight-” you gasp and he pulls himself off you long enough to sprint up the stairs with your hand in his.

Before long, you’re pushing through the door to your room and he’s tugging and yanking off your shirt, then your pants. You do the same for him, frantic need building in both of you as you strip each other down to nothing.

“I love you-” he pants out, both of you falling onto the bed, his thighs parting yours as he settles between them. “I love you so fucking much-” his mouth returns to yours, muffling your response but he hums in understanding nonetheless.

“Always so wet for me…” he whispers as his hand dips between your legs, parting your damp folds.

“Always, always, only for you-” you gasp as his thumb presses into your clit, rolling gently as he probes at your entrance.

You arch your back under his touch, hands sliding down his bare back. “Don’t tease me, Yeosang, not tonight.” you beg him, as his eyes meet yours as he studies your face, his lids heavy with lust.

“Never, my love.” he whispers as his hips roll forward. His fingers leave you to wrap around his cock, rubbing the tip along your slit, bumping the head against your clit a few times before he’s guiding himself into you.

His gaze never falters from your face as his lips part, thrusting forward gently to bury himself deep within you. You’ve made love countless times in the two years you’ve been together, but you’ve never lost the excitement and passion with one another.

“I love you more than anything, Yeosang.” you murmur, eyes fluttering shut as he rolls his hips before he draws back.

“Mine.” He growls out, snapping his hips forward and his eyes darken at your loud moan. “All fucking mine-” he whispers as he dips his head to kiss your lips, then your jawline. You wrap your legs around his hips as they begin to set a steady pace, his attentiveness and urge to satisfy you always apparent as he listens to each and every sound he elicits from you.

“Yours-” you cry out, tilting your hips for him and he fists his hand on the sheet as he thrusts harder into you, his low moans mixing with yours. Your fingers twist into his hair as he looks down at you, sweat dampening his brow as he admires you underneath him.

“MINE-” You say, digging your nails into his back and he lets out a soft whine as his pace falters.

“All fucking yours, for life.” He groans as you begin to feel your womb start to flutter, building to your inevitable orgasm.

Though you open your mouth to respond to him, all that comes out are long, soft cries mixed with his name. He manages to choke out your name before he devolves into wordless moans as well, your body shaking under his as the coil deep within you teeters on the brink of snapping.

“Yeosang, oh god-! Harder-” you whimper, raking your nails down his back as he fucks you, the wet noise of your bodies meeting drowned out by your name on his lips, his voice breaking as he pounds into you relentlessly.

“Yeah? Gonna come for me?” He gasps, looking down at you, admiring how your tits shake at the force of his body plunging into yours. “So fucking beautiful-such a pretty little cunt-” he pants as you clench tight around him. “Yeah, just like that, baby-”

“In me-come in me-” you urge, gripping his hair in your fingers. “Let me watch you fill me up-”

His eyes roll at your words, at the sensation of you tightening around him. Your body shudders as he cries out your name over and over, his voice breaking and it sends you toppling off the edge into a blinding climax.

His face contorts as his eyes widen, gasping and whimpering as he starts to come inside of you. The sheer pleasure of watching him fall apart just intensifies your orgasm, finally letting yourself give in completely to him.

The combination of the physical pleasure and the surge of emotions for him has you clutching him tightly as his thrusts slow, then stop. The only sounds within the room are both of your harsh breathing, and you feel tears gathering in your eyes at the weight of it all.

“Hey…” he whispers, and you open your eyes to see a soft look of concern on his handsome face. “Hey.” You whisper back and he smiles softly, brushing away the wetness clinging to your eyelashes.

“I love you, Yeosang.” you say, brushing back his damp locks as he rolls you both to the side, pulling you close to him to press his lips to yours.

“As I love you, my soon to be wife.” He says, his lips curling upwards. You sigh softly, basking in his adoring gaze upon you.

“My idiot soon to be husband.” you whisper and his eyes widen in shock, causing you to laugh and peck his cheek. He hums happily, snuggling into your neck.

“You can call me any name you desire, princess. As long as I’m with you, that’s all that matters.”

His laughter as you begin to recite all the horrible names you could possibly call him devolves into another round of intimacy, and it’s well into the night before you’re drifting off blissfully in each other's arms.

Waking in the early hours of the morning, you sit upright and immediately blurt out, “Oh shit-I never cleaned up dinner!”

Yeosang’s soft laughter from under the piles of blankets has you swatting him before you’re jumping up to go clean. “Wait for me!” he calls out but you notice he’s not moving very quickly.

“You’d better come help! We never even ate…” you grumble but a smile adorns your lips as you pad downstairs, praising yourself for not taking out the eggs and only the veggies need to be tossed. “Sorry Abby…” you mutter, shaking your head.

Somehow you know she’d only give you a knowing smile if she knew the events that caused the tiny bit of waste.

Humming happily, especially when Yeosang’s arms slip around you from behind, you manage to clean up everything and turn to plant a kiss on his lips.

“Are you going to relax now and not stress out?” you tease him and he pouts at you. You just poke his lip to tuck it back in before sighing happily.

“Alright my Fiance, let me feed you before you starve to death. I need to keep you healthy for your stamina, especially after how insatiable you were last night-” you tell him, but he’s already dragging you back upstairs, a hungry glint in his eye and it’s not for food.

“Yeosang!” You say but he’s already stripping you again and you can’t help but give in to him.

“Fiance…” he hums, smiling as he kisses you deeply.

“I love you, my complete mess of a-” your words are cut off by a grunt and your Christmas is spent naked and happier than you ever could have imagined.

—One Year Later—

“Look at you two!” the cheerful voice has you beaming as the door flies open and Abby rushes out to pull you into her arms for a hug.

“Well, well, well…” Connor says, sharing a smile with Yeosang as he comes to help him bring everything inside.

“Deja vu?” Yeosang asks him and they share a laugh as you’re escorted inside.

The snow is falling much like the Christmas Eve a year ago when you were stranded together here.

But this time you’ve come here intentionally, to celebrate your honeymoon with the unexpected friends you’d made on that trip.

A rose gold ring gleams on your finger as Abby squeals over how your rosy cheeks match.

“Look at you, practically glowing. Angelica is excited for your visit, she wants to see her gift on the happily married beauty it was always meant to be with” she winks and you excitedly chatter to her about the wedding, and events of the year.

After your Christmas adventure last year, Yeosang had returned the expensive ring he’d purchased to propose ahead of time when you’d insisted. Instead, he wanted to go see the antique shop you couldn’t stop talking about and Angelica had insisted that the beautiful ring you cooed over was meant for you.

Yeosang agreed immediately, admiring how it looked on you and she’d sent you out with it as a gift, causing Yeosang to buy the entire set for you.

And just yesterday, you’d worn the entire set for your wedding.

Taking a moment to look around at the very place Yeosang had blurted out his accidental proposal, you smile blissfully.

You can’t help but look forward to your future together and you planned on coming to visit the place that went from a detour to a very special place in your heart.

Perfect, you think, then laugh at yourself.

No…not perfect.

Because some of the best experiences in life and love are the ones that are unexpected and imperfect.

Precisely how you liked it.

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Loving You Easy

Frank Castle x reader

Warnings: Oh, well... Plus size reader, insecurities, kissing. SMUT! oral (f receiving), fingering, bodyworhsip, praise, Frank saying 'Good girl' is a warning in itself, unprotected sex (wrap it up irl tho), creampie, cockwarming if you squint. And a little surprise.

Notes: So... Besides that little cameo in my Billy fic, I've never written for Frank. First full fic for him. Have I nailed his character? Probably not, but I still like what I made. Please be gentle.

And yes... This was super self-indulgent, I'm so sorry 🤣

This is part of the Thirsty for Cox april challenge, where we had to choose a song as inspo for our fic. My song was Loving You Easy by Zach Brown Band.

Words: 3.2 K

It’s the day most girls dream about their whole lives. The day they will go through countless of bad dates and the wrong men for, just to find the one guy that completes them. The one guy she can’t imagine living without.

This was that day. Dressed in white, looking more beautiful than ever. The wedding dress so beautiful it brings tears to your mother’s eyes. The hair and makeup flawless accompanied by a smile that would make even the darkest days brighter.

Unfortunately, this was not your day, but your sisters. While you were stuck somewhere between horrible dates and unfulfilling one-night stands, Jessie had found the love of her life. Matt was perfect. Lawyer, devilishly handsome and so kind and thoughtful.

And you were happy for them, you really were. But you could feel that little pang of jealousy, wishing you could have the same one day. And honestly, you didn’t even care about the big wedding and the whole ‘feeling like a princess’ thing. You just wanted someone to love and who would love you in return.

Sighing heavily, you adjust your dress one more time, looking into the mirror. Not even maid of honor, but that’s okay. Behind you the rest of the bridal party is giggling and having a great time worshipping the bride. Leaving silently, without them noticing, you walk outside to get some air.

“Need a drink?” A gruff voice asks, and you look up into a pair of brown eyes. The guy gives you a sideways smile, holding out his beer.

“What makes you think I’ll share a beer with a stranger?” You question, taking in his features. Dark brown hair, dark stubbles along his chiseled jaw and very kissable lips. Very handsome and definitely the type of guy you’d hit on at a bar. Of course, followed by a rejection, because a guy like that would certainly have someone.

“I’m following you down the aisle in 15 minutes, so we’re hardly strangers, princess.” He smiles, retracting the beer and take a sip, looking out over the beautifully decorated backyard of your parents’ country estate.

“I take it you’re Frank then?” You smile, stepping closer to him. Your eyes meet and he offers the beer once more and this time you take a sip of it.

“Yep. Frank Castle.” He extends his hand, and you shake it, giving him your name in return. For a while you just sit there, passing the bottle back and forth while making small talk, until your mother comes looking for you.

“Oh, Mushy, there you are.” She checks your makeup, visibly frustrated and takes the beer from your hands. “Would it kill you to act a little more ladylike, at least until after the reception?” Your mom walks back in, shouting for you to get ready. Frank gets on his feet, getting ready to go in with you.

“’Mushy?’ That’s not the most flattering nickname, I’ve heard.”

“Ah, well… I’m the chubby black sheep of the family.” You shrug, trying to seem unaffected even though you hate the nickname. Jessie had always been the pretty and skinny one, a real pageant queen kinda beauty, where you were not.

“Those are the best kind of people.” Frank winks at you with a soft smile, before you are both called inside.

The party is at full swing, and everyone is having a great time. Foggy have just given his best man speech, laughing with Matt and Karen, Jessie and the other girls are dancing, while you hide in the corner with a beer. In a glass of course, your mother almost giving you the evil eye when you tried drinking out of the bottle.

“Hiding from your mother?” Frank asks, stopping in front of you. You just nod, patting the chair beside you.

“Yeah, she can be scary.” You laugh as he sits down. Raising your bottle in a silent toast, you both take a drink of your beers. “I’m also hiding from my uncle. He always asks me to dance.”

“You don’t like to dance?” Frank asks with a soft smile.

“No one wants to see this-” you gesture towards your body, “twirl around the dancefloor.” You try to laugh it off, but by Frank’s expression you know he’s not buying it. He’s seeing right through you. He stands up, extending his hand to you.

“Come on, princess. Dance with me.”

“Frank, I…”

“One dance, that’s all I’m askin’.” He doesn’t remove his hand, just steps a little closer, insisting for you to take it.

You’re trying to come up with a polite way to turn him down, when it dawns on you. Here’s a gorgeous man willing to dance with you and you wanna say no? Are you crazy? Just when you take his hand, the band starts playing one of your favorite songs. Leading you out onto the floor, Frank takes a hold of you, swaying you softly to the music.

You make loving you easy

You make loving you all I wanna do

Every little smile, every little touch

Reminds me just how much it all makes

Loving you easy

As Frank swings you out and pull you back in, making you giggle, you notice how your sister is watching you. Hell, a lot of them are. This is why you don’t dance, unwanted attention. But still, you got to admit there’s one upside to it. Frank’s eyes looking into yours, his hand on your waist.

“Everyone is staring.” You whisper, looking to the side where your sister is whispering something to Matt, who only smiles.

“Probably ‘cause you look beautiful.” He muses, giving you another one of his cheeky smiles. Damn, is it even legal to be so handsome? You’re about to make a rebuttal, when Frank speaks. “And I mean it.”

Without warning, he dips you down towards the floor, making you squeal, probably drawing the attention of people around you. But you really don’t care, only focused on Frank.

Bursting through the door to your childhood bedroom, Franks lips never leave yours as his hands run down your body, caressing your soft curves. “Fuck, sweetheart. You’re gorgeous.”

“You’re drunk.” You giggle softly, kissing him passionately. He pins you against the wall, grinding his hard length against your heated core. You reach out for him, idle fingers unbuttoning his shirt. In a frenzy of hungry kisses and touches, your dress and his suit is soon spread all over the floor as you fall onto the bed with Frank on top of you.

Frank kisses his way down your body, licking and nipping at your sensitive skin. When he reaches between your thighs, he places soft kisses before diving in like a man starved. You gasp at the first contact, the feeling of his tongue making you shiver. But he slows down, wanting to take his time with you.

Slowly, he adds a finger, then another, stretching you open. Expertly he licks up your folds and sucking on your clit, leaving you a whimpering mess beneath him. “You taste amazing, princess. Making such pretty noises for me.”

“Fuck… Frank…” His name is barely a whisper, but it’s enough. Frank devours you like a man possessed. He finds that sweet spot in you that makes you see stars. With his name on your lips, you come.

More. You want more. “Please, Frank. Please fuck me.” You beg him, body writhing under his touch, your need for him strong, overwhelming.

On his way up you body, he makes sure to kiss every inch of skin, caress every curve. “So fucking gorgeous.” He mutters under his breath, placing another soft kiss between your breasts before he once again claims your lips.

His cock is at your entrance, begging to enter. He pushes in slowly, making you gasp as his thick length stretch you open. His eyes find yours so he can see your face twist in pleasure as he pushes deeper. As he bottoms out, you both pant in unison, his forehead against yours.

“You feel so good, sweetheart. Shit…” He rolls his hips a few times, fucking you slowly. You whimper softly, wanting nothing more than for him to move faster, harder. You don’t even care who might hear you, lost in the feeling of him, wanting more.

Franks is so lost in you, not wanting this to end. He kisses you hungrily before he snaps his hips harder. As you close your eyes in pleasure, he looks at you. How your face twists in pleasure, how your body move under him with every thrust. You’re so fucking beautiful, and he wants nothing more than to stay like this for hours. Wanting nothing more than to hear you moan his name over and over.

All day you’ve been talking and all day he’s been thinking how your smile was the prettiest he’s seen in a long time and how he wish you could see the beauty in yourself that he could see. He’d only known you for a few hours, but he already knew he’d want more than just today. He’s been burying his feeling for such a long time, but you make him want to live again.

He can feel himself getting closer, so lost in how good you feel, how good you make him feel. He pulls your leg up, pushing deeper, hitting your sweet spot over and over. “I’m close. Please cum for me, baby.” He drives his cock deeper and harder, reveling in the way you moan. “Be a good girl for me and cum.”

His words wash over you, the praise pushing you over the edge. You scream out in pleasure, digging your nails into Franks shoulder. It’s only a few more thrusts before Frank comes, pushing in deep as he empties himself in you.

Frank puts his forehead to yours, both of you breathing heavily as you come down from your highs. You kiss him deeply, holding him close. You can already feel yourself wanting to see Frank again, but you wont get your hopes up. A guy like that is probably swarmed by women, many prettier than you.

You look away, hating your intrusive thoughts. As if he can read your mind, Frank cups your cheek, looking deeply into your eyes as he kiss you passionately. “That was something else, sweetheart.”

“Something good, I hope.” You bite back with a grin, making Frank smile. That damned smile. Fuck, he is a gorgeous man.

“Very good.” He smirks, kissing you softly before pulling out gently. After he helps you clean up, he surprises you by staying. He had his own room, but he lays down beside you, pulling you into his nook. You talk for a bit, about nothing important really, but it’s still one of the best nights of your life.

When you open your eyes, the sun is so bright it almost hurts. Or maybe it was just your head. You really shouldn’t have drunk all those beers with Frank. Your memory flashes back to the two of you, sitting outside in your parents gazebo with a ton of beers between you, listening to each other’s stories.

You look to the side and your heart drops. The other side of the bed is empty, Frank nowhere to be found. Even his clothes are gone from the floor. So, yet another one-night stand then. You’re starting to get too predicable, and you hate it. With a heavy sigh, you start to get dressed, getting ready for breakfast. There’s a soft knock on your door and you reluctantly open.

To your surprise, you find Frank outside the door, dressed in new clothes and looking ravishing. “Wanted to pick you up for breakfast.”

“Oh, I thought…” You begin, but stop yourself.

“That was I was just gonna up and leave?” He shakes his head, leaning against the doorframe. “That ain’t my style, princess.”

You smile in surprise, walking out the door to follow him downstairs. Many of the guests have stayed over and the venue from last night had been turned into a breakfast buffet. Your parents had spared no expense for this wedding.

“Look, ‘bout last night, I-” Frank begins, but you stop him with a soft hand on his arm. Ever since your dance last night, you had feared this was too good to be true and when he kissed you after a few dances and too many beers, you knew it was probably only the alcohol talking. So it was better for you to stop him, than to be stung by his rejection.

“Frank, you don’t have to say anything. I’ve already heard it all. ‘It was fun, but let’s keep it to one night’, ‘You are cute, but I’m just not ready for a relationship’ or ’It’s not you, it’s me’. It’s okay, I get it.” You put on a fake smile, willing yourself to look into his eyes. “I’m not the kind of girl men wanna date.” You turn, just wanting to get away.

“I was gonna ask if you wanted a coffee when we get back to the city.”

You stop, not even sure you heard him right. Did he really, this gorgeous man, want to see you again? For a date? In broad daylight in the city? You look at him and the expression on your face makes him laugh. Suddenly, you’re speechless. “I don’t drink coffee.”

“Beer and pizza then? I know you like beers.” He closes the distance, smiling as he looks into your eyes. And you just nod, smiling wide, already looking forward to your date.

Two years later

Frank is standing in the kitchen making you breakfast. It had been two years since he met you. The best two years of his life. After Maria and the kids he never thought he could be happy again. Especially with the things he had done, with all the blood he had on his hand and all the lives on his consciousness.

But you had accepted him, accepted every flaw and loved him for the man he was, the man he had been. You never saw all the bad, only saw him. That morning after Matt’s wedding you had chosen him and still to this day, you woke up every morning and still chose him.

Your footsteps sound on the stairs, your sweet yawn filling the air. You had been tired lately, so he just let you sleep in today, wanting to surprise you on your anniversary.

You always complain about how awful you look in the mornings, never believing him when he calls you beautiful. But you are, inside and out, the most beautiful woman. Even with your hair in a messy bun, mouth ajar in a huge yawn as you sit down, his hoodie covering your beautiful curves, he would still say that nothing compares to you.

“Morning, sweetheart.” He says with a smile, pushing your tea over the counter towards you. With a grateful hum, you take a sip of the tea, eyes never leaving him as he continues making breakfast. Putting the utensils down, he fumbles with his phone as walks around the counter and extends his hand to you.

“What?” You ask, but then the music of a familiar song fills the air. Loving you easy, the first song you guys danced to. You don’t even argue, just take his hand and let him swirl you around the kitchen as the pancakes bake on the pan.

As he swings you around the kitchen, you sing along to the song that has become your song. You love mornings like this, thinking life can’t really get any better than this. Frank place soft kisses on your neck, finding that one ticklish spot you have, making you giggle.

But the smell of burned pancake pulls his attention back to the stove, cursing as he throws away the ruined pancakes. With your help, you quickly get the rest of the breakfast ready and fill your plates before sitting down at the table.

“So, what’s our plans today?” You question before taking a bite of your pancakes, moaning over how great they taste.

“Somethin’ that makes you sound like that.” He grins, sipping his coffee as he winks at you. Breaking of a piece of your pancake, you throw it at him.

“Alright, alright.” He huffs, throwing his hands up in defeat. “Dinner at that fancy Italian place, a movie and then back here. I want your wrapped around me all night.”

“That can be arranged.” You grin, biting your bottom lip. He gets up and stops by your side to kiss you, before he walks to a drawer and take out a small gift.

“Here, sweetheart.” He places the gift in front of you and carefully, you start to unwrap it. Inside is a small box. Opening it, you find a small blue dog collar with a shiny little dog tag.

“You said you wanted to expand our little family.” He says softly, pulling his chair closer and sitting down. “We’re going to pick him up tomorrow.”

You throw your arms around him, kissing him hard. You and Frank already had a dog, a beautiful Pitbull rescue named Red (Frank thought he was so clever with that one), but you both loved dogs and knew you wanted more.

“Actually… I was thinking the same thing, when I made your gift.” You say nervously, standing up to get your gift. Frank just laughs, taking the gift from your hands when you return to the table. He tears the paper off, stopping completely when he holds the stick in his hands.

You’ve been so nervous to tell him, so scared of how he would react. You knew losing his kids had been a pain worse than death, not sure if he ever wanted to have a child again.

When he still hasn’t said anything, his eyes still fixed on the positive test, you get anxious. “Frank, please say something.”

Tearing his eyes away from the test, his beautiful brown eyes find yours. You can see the tears threatening to spill. “I… I’m gonna be a dad?”

“Yeah, but… Only if you want to.” You whisper, looking down at your hands fiddling with the hem of your sweatshirt. You feel Franks hands on your face, cupping your cheeks so softly. Bringing your gaze to his, you see the small smile on his face.

“I should have bought a ring instead of a collar.” He laughs, pulling you into a kiss. Wrapping his arms around you, he brings you closer until you sit on his lap. One hand moves from your back onto your belly. Nothing there to feel yet, still the notion makes you warm.

“I love you, Frank.” You kiss him again before snuggling closer to him.

“I love you too, sweetheart.” He whispers into your ear, holding you tight. Things might not always be easy and things were going to change, but one thing that would always remain was your love.

You make loving you easy

you make loving you all I wanna do

Every little smile, every little touch

reminds me just how much it all makes

loving you easy

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