#LET ME PUSH THIS MAN TO THE POINT HE HATES ME I NEED TO KNOW OPS HEADCANONS AND I AM FUCKING GETTING THEM
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Save The Day : ÌÌâ Carlos Sainz
summary: your shopping trip couldn't have gotten much worse, until a stranger approaches and swoops in to save the day
âExcuse me, is everything alright? You look in need of some help.âÂ
Your eyes flickered up at the sound of an unfamiliar voice, noticing a man stood just beside you. You were walking all over the place as you tried to push your daughterâs pram, balancing your shopping bags in both of your hands, barely able to walk in a straight line as things stopped to drop out onto the floor.Â
You smiled shyly across at the man as he picked the bits that you had dropped off of the floor. Once heâd put them in a bag he took the bags from both of your hands, walking by your side. Walking immediately felt easier as you focused on pushing the pram out of the store and over to where your car was parked.Â
The man carried your bags with ease, the strength easily defined in his arms as he walked at your pace. You didnât quite know where to look as you walked, feeling his eyes watching over you.Â
âWhereâs your car?â He asked you, watching you point to your small car that was hidden by a much fancier looking vehicle, a car far too expensive for the area where you lived.Â
There was a shade of embarrassment in your cheeks as you walked, feeling slightly humiliated that you werenât able to carry your bags. Trying to balance all the weight was hard, but you were stubborn, and liked to think that you could take on the world all by yourself.Â
âIâm just here,â you told him, reaching into your bag for your keys.Â
You opened up the boot, going to take the bags, only for the man to swerve you. âAllow me,â he grinned, easily lifting the bags and placing them in the back of your car.Â
You stepped back as he did so, watching as he carefully let go of them. âThank you, you didnât have to do that for me, most people just walk straight on by.âÂ
âWell, Iâm not most people,â he told you, a wide smile on his face. âMost people are assholes, itâs human nature to help someone when you see them struggling, or in my eyes at least.âÂ
You offered him a grin as you unbuckled your daughterâs pram to start getting her into the car. âSaying thank you doesnât really feel like enough, thereâs got to be something that I can do for you.âÂ
His head shook, taking a step back and watching as you took your daughter into your arms, hearing her let go of a squirm. You hated taking her out when she was asleep, but at this point you couldnât wait to get home and forget about your struggle.Â
âSheâs beautiful,â the man whispered behind you, leaning across and tickling against her tummy, bringing a smile to her face again. âI bet your mummy and daddy feel like they won the lottery with you,â he added, only to watch your smile drop, eyes landing on the ground.Â
âI-itâs just me,â you stuttered, immediately hearing the man mumble several apologies beside you. âDonât be sorry, Iâm used to it by now. Most of the time Iâm alright, the two of us make quite the team,â you smiled, not wanting him to feel bad for you.Â
It didnât stop the man feeling guilty for making his assumptions, sensing that you found things harder than you were letting on to him.Â
As the two of you fell silent, your daughter soon began to get quite unsettled in your hold. You quickly tried to settle her, bouncing her in your arms, but as a gust of wind blew through the car park, your eyes soon darted onto the sight of her pram beginning to blow away from you.Â
âI got it!â The man shouted, running down the car park and quickly grabbing onto it.Â
âYou really are saving the day for me today, arenât you?â You smiled.Â
He looked around and found the brakes of the pram, quickly putting them on. Before you knew it, he had managed to collapse it down, placing it into the back of your car too, making sure not to squash any of your shopping.Â
âYou must have had some practice doing that before.âÂ
âNo,â he smiled back across at you, âbut I assumed it canât be too hard to figure out. Iâve not really got any experiences with babies, although Iâd like to,â he carried on, surprising himself that he suddenly decided to confess such a thing to someone that he barely knew.Â
You didnât quite know what to say as he spoke, offering him a sympathetic smile. You werenât expecting him to be so open with you, leaving you a little loss for words. You almost felt bad for standing in front of him with your daughter in your arms, as if you were showing off that you had something that he seemed to want. Â
âDoes your partner not want children?âÂ
His eyes widened at your question, unaware that you had dropped yourself in it almost as much as he had done with you only a few moments earlier, feeling bad when his head shook at you.Â
âI donât have a partner,â he told you, scratching nervously over the top of his head. âIâm going through life on my own currently, thatâs why I have so much time to help other people when theyâre in a mess.âÂ
âWell, you definitely saved me from one today.âÂ
He was glad to have been able to help you out, but now he found himself unable to take his eyes off of your daughter. There was something about him that seemed to be drawing her to him too, her eyes watching him closely every time he moved or spoke.Â
âI didnât even get the chance to introduce myself, Iâm Carlos by the way.âÂ
âIâm Y/N,â you smiled back across at him.Â
âAnd whoâs your little one?â He asked, poking your daughterâs tummy again.Â
A giggle came from her that left you both grinning. âThis is Luna,â you told him, âalthough I think you might be able to call her your biggest fan judging from the smile on her face.âÂ
âWell, I like to keep my fans happy, so do you think Luna would like to hang out again sometime?â Carlos offered, âI mean, only if thatâs something that her mummy would like to do too.âÂ
âI think she would,â you smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, âand I donât think her mummy would mind either if she got the chance to see you again, maybe coffee sometime?âÂ
Carlos nodded in reply to your offer. âIâd love to grab a coffee with you, well, the both of you. How about I give you my number and you can let me know a time that works best for the two of you?âÂ
âYeah, that would be good,â you told him, walking across to place your daughter into her car seat so that you could take Carlosâ phone from him.Â
His smile was wide as he passed it across, âmake sure you text yourself from my phone so you have my number too. You can save my number as the guy who saved the day.âÂ
âYouâre a bit of a hero, arenât you?â You smiled.Â
âWell, I certainly try my best.âÂ
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#f1#f1 imagine#formula 1#carlos sainz#carlos sainz imagine#formula 1 x reader#f1 x reader#formula 1 imagine#f1 fanfic#f1 reaction#formula 1 x you#formula 1 fanfic#carlos sainz x you#carlos sainz x reader#formula one x you#formula one x reader#formula one imagine#formula 1 fic#formula one#f1 drabble#f1 fluff#f1 x you#f1 fic
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Questioning Sentences, Vol. 36
(Questioning sentences from various sources to ask all kinds of muses. Adjust phrasing where needed)
"You know the words I want to say to you the most right now?"
"How does it feel to be married?"
"Does it disturb you at all that the most logical explanation for all of this is that he's an alien?"
"Is there a human being in the trunk?"
"Aren't you a little naughty sometimes?"
"Is this you talking or him?"
"Oh, you're not intimidated, are you?"
"I suppose you heard most of that?"
"What is this little drama all about?"
"You're afraid of me and you hate me. Why?"
"You're no fun in a fight - do you know that?"
"If you've got all the answers, what do you need from me?"
"Why do the police want my shoes? Am I a suspect?"
"Who knows what goes on in the head of a dog?"
"What about yourself pleases you the most?"
"How did you know I'd come here?"
"They didn't tell you who I am, did they?"
"Do I need to worry about you?"
"Why do you stay?"
"Is it a fair experiment to be working backwards from a conclusion?"
"Can you really dance?"
"How do you understand emotions if you don't have them?"
"Were you spying on me?"
"Don't you know it's dangerous to sneak up on an armed man?"
"Does a closed door mean nothing to you?"
"Do I need to remind you what happened last time you pushed me too far?"
"Were you an outstandingly brilliant child?"
"What kind of grown-up lets their parents choose their clothes for them?"
"What exactly is your point?"
"Are you on a personal mission to destroy me?"
"Where are we going to find a burglar at this time of night?"
"You know you dress the same off-duty as on-duty?"
"You don't trust anybody, do you?"
"What's the one thing you want out of your life?"
"Are you trying to destroy this family?"
"If once is a mistake and twice is unfortunate, what does that make this?"
"Why am I just seeing this now?"
"Do you think my teeth are my best feature?"
"Do you remember the first time we met?"
"How long will this take to heal?"
"Do you really think you can win?"
"Tell me, were you always like this, or did it come on suddenly?"
"Pardon me for asking, but are you proposing to appear in public in those clothes?"
"What are you trying to do? Cause more trouble?"
"Why do you have to be special? Why can't you just be you?"
"Since when are you my boss?"
"Without dreams, what are we?"
#rp meme#rp memes#roleplay meme#roleplay memes#rp prompts#roleplay prompts#sentence starters#supernatural;#assorted;
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buddy i dont think you get your situation here [i got him out but he's spending time in the corner because that was not my fault /j]
also update i think leo is proving to me why i need a new prescription because his face is blurrier on the right side of the screen than the left when im trying to make him cry [and its not working]
if he's sad now how do i make him depressed. how do i make him into this fucking cat
if i was an ao3 writer and my partner was capable of writing anything than its own oc's then this little leo would be fucking dead [im not implying you would like tmnt dw love im just implying i would bully you <3]
#ghost future leonardo#this guy is made by venelona-turtle-den i figured out how to softtag people its called use the fucking tags lets gooo#no more embarrasment anyway#he isnt ghost leo to me he's little leo because i call my favorite things little. little link figurine little foxy plush and now#little leo to go along with my little old man aka my cat#i want to make him fucking sopping in that asexual way#i want people to think he's been outside in the fucking rain for 3 hours#BUT NO âHE SEEMS A BIT UPSETâ ASK AGAIN LET ME ASK AGAIN YOU COWARD#LET ME PUSH THIS MAN TO THE POINT HE HATES ME I NEED TO KNOW OPS HEADCANONS AND I AM FUCKING GETTING THEM#but im actually a dumbass. so its going to take me multiple weeks#like i want to make little leo so upset. he fucking crashes#pull a ddlc my little dude cmonnn cmonnn cmonnn cmonnn you know you want to go apeshit /ref#talk talks
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To Gwayne, with love
tired of being ingored and undervalued, you take your dragon and leave to find the one person who sees you for who you really are; your uncle, Gwayne Hightower
based of this request
word count: 5,086
CW: MDI, 18+, smut, loss of virginity, p in v, fingering, oral (f reciving), incest, angts, love letters (if the title wasnt a hint), fluff, love confessions, not proofread!
Gwayne Hightower x neice!reader
Masterlist
Growing up as the eldest child, and eldest daughter of Alicent and Viserys you had long felt unwanted and overlooked.
Where your twin, Aegon, was seen as a future king, the rightful heir, you were seen as only a daughter, pushed to the side and out of the limelight.
Always looked over, even when it came to marriage. Where it made sense for you to marry Aegon, Heleana married him instead.
You were overlooked, and often forgotten.
Even events held in your honour were overshadowed, be it by your twin or your eldest sister Rhaenrya.
Countless nights tears had filled your eyes as you were pushed aside in favour of another sibling.
It was a funny thing really, you were the eldest daughter and yet were the last to be betrothed, excluding Daeron that was. And yet you had once been dubbed the Realms heart, you had been kind and sweet. But years of neglect, being undervalued and ignored had turned you cold and restless and made you a rebel. Where your uncle Daemon was the rouge prince, you were the defiant princess.
You had stopped waiting by the sidelines, stopped keeping too yourself and your thoughts stopped being quiet. you become outspoken, even more so when your brother was crowned king.
But all that seemed for nought as you were now meet with roll of eyes and the sound of the key locking your chambers from the outside.
You couldnât say you were surprised, not when your mother seemed to hate you more than Aegon.
She never understood you, only one person had.
Gwayne Hightower, your uncle.
You and he had an understanding that others could only envy, you couldnât put it into words but ever since you had meet him you felt inexplicitly drawn to him.
And yet you had only meet him thrice.
But those three times amounted into countless letters.
When one was sent two would follow, even on the road Gwayne never failed to write.
Until now.
You were sat in your chambers and an ache in your chest as you read through the last of Gwayne letters. Near two weeks had passed since his last had arrived, and these past two weeks had been when you had needed his letters the most.
dearest niece,
Words cannot describe the joy I felt upon seeing you the other, even if only for a few hours before my departure.
You have grown ever so beautiful, and I envy those who got to watch you became the beauty you are today, though I envy them more for the endless pleasure of your company.
Who knew your wit was even more compelling in person, dear niece?
I sure did not and yet your endless humour is known what I crave as I am stuck of this endless rode with ser Criston as the most interesting of my companions.
And let me tell you he is far duller than you painted. (Not that you painted him to have much of a personality aside form swords and a love for oranges.)
Perhaps it his cockiness or the self-righteousness he has as the new lord hand, which makes his so dull. He seems to love to point out his new station to us all, especially my Hightower knights, as if that will win him any favours.
Though I truly believe he thinks himself funny, though his voice is always far to monotone to decipher what is an attempt at a joke or what is orders and commands.
Gods, I wish I had stolen you away with me, even just to share the looks at Criston âjokesâ as he calls them.
Honestly, he is perhaps the dullest man I have ever met, what your mother sees in him Iâll never know.
But I must admit little of my time is spent completing his joke when I cannot stop thinking of you.
Tomorrow, we ride to rookâs rest, he says he has some plan, I do not quite believe it will be a good one, but I shall prey to the seven that we will be victorious, and I may see you again.
Yours, Gwayne.
You had replied far to quickly though being locked n your chamber after yelling you would ride your dragon to meet your uncle would of course leave you with little to do.
To Gwayne,
I am truly sorry you are stuck with such a dreadful man, if I had gone with you I can assure you however there would not have been much time to dwell of Cristons joke attempts, I would steal far to much of your attention, perhaps enough were you were unable to fight in this silly little war.
I do hope your thoughts of me do not distract you too much.
I wish you great luck in at rookâs rest though I fear you may have to face Meleys, and in which case I pray my mother sees sense and allows me to ride out and join the fight on moonfyers, though I Highley doubted.
But from Aegonâs visit to my prison cell (my chamberâs), it seems he is quite egar to fight, though seeing as how the small council so easily sway his mind, I doubt he will, unless he drinks himself into a false sense of courage that is.
But I pray you do not repeat those words, especially to my mother.
I too crave for your presence; it is a misery that despite years of letters we have met thrice! And the third was only days ago.
 Perhaps when you go, we can make your visits permanent.
I pray for your victory uncle, and your next letter.
With love, your dearest niece.
You had sent that letter 12 days ago; rooks rest was 10 days ago.
Of course, the journey back must be accounted for, but no one had any news, besides the death of Meleys and the princess Rhaneys, the queen who never was.
You had rather liked her, in fact you hoped to model yourself of her in some way. Though you had no right to morn you suppose, you had never spoken to her bar the common pleasantries.
You stood starting out of the window, craving the day you could smash them down and make your escape. Though where you would go, you did not know. Before the war you had one destination in mind, oldtown. Now there was no one there for you, just as there wasnât anyone here.
The forgotten daughter. No matter how defiant you became you would only be tolerated and ignored. Your actions simple receive a tolled eye and of course, the action of yet gain being locked in your chamber.
Perhaps if your mind hadnât been so caught up in your loathing and thoughts of jumping from your window onto the back of moonfyers you would have noticed the door opening and the feel of hands slowly covering your eyes.
You jumped in shock as your eyes were covered, only to calm down when a voice spoke.
âGuess who?â a mans voice teased, though it was the voice you had ingrained into your memory.
âGwayneâ you breathed turning around.
He laughed as you hugged him.
âWhen did you get back?â you asked, arms still wrapped around him.
âOnly moments ago,â he sighed, âdid you miss me?â he teased.
Slapping his arm lightly, you stepped back âof course notâ.
âHmmâŠreally?â he tilted his head, clicking his tongue, âI could have sworn your letter said- â
âStop it!â you said hitting his shoulder again.
âFine!â he said raising his hands up in mock surrender, âonly if you top hitting my arm, your poor uncle has just fought a battleâ.
You rolled your eyes âand am I to presume you were victorious uncle?â
âIf you could call it thatâ.
âWhat do you mean?â
He looked nervous, an expression you had never seen on him before, âyour brother Aegon- â
âAegon went! That foolâ
âa fool who got himself injuredâ.
âwhatâ you asked, voice full of concern. Though an outcast, overshadowed by your twin, you still cared for him greatly, even if he never showed care for you in return.
He explained what had happened and your mind spun, no one had said a thing to you and yet your twin brother lay dying in his rooms.
âI must go see himâ you rushed out, heading towards the door, only for Gwayne to grip your arm.
âGo later.â He insisted, âfor now stay with me! and here my woeful tales of battleâ.
Shaking your head with a laugh you sit back down, listening to tales of Gwanyeâs journey and of the battle, and all thoughts of Aegon were forgotten.
You woke up finding yourself wrapped in Gwayne arms on your settee. You didnât remember falling asleep, only talking and watching the sunset and rise once more.
It must have been past noon and yet no one had knocked or come to see you, not that they had before now.
You looked over at Gwayne, he was tired, even after hours of sleep he still had bags under his yes. Â
Removing yourself from his arms slowly, you made your way out of your rooms and towards your brothers.
Aegon lay alone. The room dark and empty, bar his aching, unconscious body, half his body covered in bandages, his body deadly slit and his breath shaky.
You moved closer to the bed, coming forward and placing a soft kiss on his brow.
He may be terrible, drunken whoremonger but he was still your brother.
âAegonâ you breathed heavily, taking his unburnt hand in yours, âI- â the doors opened, and your mother barged in, âget out!â she demanded.
âMother, I- âyou said standing up.
âGet outâ she said once more, coming to sit by Aegonâs side.
Standing up and moving towards the door slowly, âheâs my brother, I have every right to be here!â
She looked at you, scoffing âthat matters not, now leave and go back to your roomsâ.
Rolling your eyes you left and stormed back to your rooms.
âGwayneâ you breathed, seeing him now awake and sitting up, reading a book.
âHow Is Aegonâ he asked, as you approached.
âa sleep? I do not know my mother sent me out only a few moments after I had entered.â
He kissed his teeth, âyour mother has changed much recentlyâ.
âRecently? She has always been liked this, with me at leastâ
âI know, my darling⊠I think she- âhe stopped himself, looking at you, âI am not sure what she thinks actually, me and her where never close growing upâ.
You huffed, looking over at him and realising that the book he was reading was in fact your diary.
âIs that my diary!â
ânoâ he said dragging out the word as he moved the book out of your reach.
âWhere did you- how did youâ
âDo not worry how your âbeautiful and daring uncleâ found itâ.
You gasped, crawling over him to try and reach your diary.
He laughed, as you grasped at the book, âgive it backâ you insisted.
âBut Gwayne would be never- â
You reached the book, slapping it out of his hand, âhow much of it did you read?â
âWhy did you not want me to read of how much you missed me?â
âGwayneâ you sighed, looking at him, you were practically lying on him, your hands leaning on chest as you reached for your diary of the floor.
âdarlingâ he replied, before looking at you sadly, his hand reaching to caress your cheek, âI have to go soonâ.
âTo your chambers or to oldtown?â you asked sadly.
âOldtown, I â â
You interrupted him, âwhen?â
âWe leave after dinner, we thought it best to travel at night, out of sight of dragonsâ.
âI seeâ you said moving off of him. He reached for you, trying to draw you back towards him.
Everyone always leaves or ignored you. It seemed no matter how close you got you were so easily abandoned, never once had someone stayed.
âI would ask you to come, but your mother would never allow itâ he said shaking his head.
Why would she allow it? It would make you happy and the gods know how much your mother craved your misery.
âDo you think there will ever be a time when-when we can spend limitless time together?â
âI hope so, I- âhe always stopped himself from saying it, saying the one thing they both craved.
âAs do Iâ
The rest of the day was spent together craving to spend every second that they could together, but in the end, he had to leave. He was bound by duty and honour.
Saying goodbye this time was harder than the few times before it. You both stood in the courtyard, his men stood the side, their own conversations distracting them.
Your mother having said her goodbyes, and had left the courtyard already, leaving you both to say your goodbyes.
âI hope it is not to long before I can see you againâ you said looking down to thew ground and kicking at the gravel.
âAs do Iâ Gwayne said grabbing your hand and kissing it gently.
Your eyes shared a look, a look saying everything you both couldnât.
âIâll miss youâ you breathed heavily, eyes never leaving his.
you both stepped closer, now inches apart.
You moved your lips to kiss his cheek, only for Gwayne to move his head and capture your lips with his, in a soft delicate kiss. Â
The shadows of the keep kept you had hidden from wandering eyes as you kissed.
It was short but sweet and left you both wanting more as he was forced to step back from you.
He whispered softly âI will think of you, alwaysâ.
âAs will Iâ you said, reaching into you hem and pulling out your handkerchief, you had sown the initial of your name and his ono it, and placed it in the palm of his hand.
Closing is hand you softly placed a kiss onto it.
âgoodbyeâ he spoke, before moving to his horse and riding off, sending you a final look before he left.
The days tricked by, blurring together. Aegonâs recovering slow and with little change.
You stayed in your room, much to your motherâs delight.
Letters were exchanged between you and Gwayne. But this time the letters seemed different, this time they were bolder, your feelings no longer hidden.
Dearest,
I left you only moments ago and yet I miss you already.
That kiss was everything and more, I cannot believe it took us so long to do it, even of it happened by a mistake.
I am sorry our reunion was so brief, and I wish I was bound to you and not duty.
I shall write again soon, but in the meantime, I hope the thought of you in my thoughts will tide you over.
Yours, Gwyane.
Dear Gwayne,
You just left my side and yet apart of me left with you.
I hope your thoughts are filled with me as mine are of you.
The walk back to my room was a long one, longer than it had ever taken me as I had to drag myself away from you, away from moonfyers as thoughts of chasing after you filled my mind.
My mind was a mess all night, much to my motherâs disappointment. Though I doubt she noticed my mind was with you and not in the keep.
This morrow I was awoken absurdly early and summoned to the small council!
And before you say anything I am not sure as to why, even after attending it.
I seemed to be there as a way to boost Aemondâs moral? Or should I say the prince regents.
I was simple them to watch plans be made, and to be told of an alliance, a marriage between me and some lords son, I believe some Tully.
I refused and they demanded.
I offered my dragon, they refused, and I demanded.
They claimed a woman in battle would only lead to a loss. Even if moonfyers is bigger than most for her age and even rivals Caraxes.
Anything else was ignored and dismissed and I was quickly ushered to my chambers and forced to plan a wedding.
A wedding I wish was with you.
I do not know what to do, uncle.
Please tell me to come to you, and I will.
Yours always.
My love,
The days are endlessly long, and I find myself craving you by myside more than ever.
You chase my every though both awake and asleep.
And forgive me for beings bold, niece, but I can, no will not hold back what I have longed to crave any longer.
I wished I had placed you upon my horse and ridden of with you into the night, defying your mother and brothersâ commands.
But I want you, more than I need air to breath. And for so long I have defied myself and held back my desires, my love for you.
I beg you, come to me.
Forget their plans and demands, come to me and marry me.
I am set to arrive in old town in two days, leaving you plenty of time to come to me.
With love, Gwyane.
To Gwyane,
I will come to you, it may take a few days, but I cannot stay here. And I will not stay away from you any longer.
With love, your heart.
you sat in your chambers, contemplation how you to leave.
Though there were secret passageways in your room, you had never used them. They were like a labyrinth in truth and the one time you had speed in them you feared you would get lost.
And the guards stationed outside of your door were stationed for the exact reason you were event you were currently planning.
your other would never let you go willingly, not now especially.
But then again you doubted she would notice you were gone, at least for a day or two.
Heleana may notice, but she wouldnât say a thing.
Aemond had just been given what he always wanted and would flaunt his power as much as he could, meaning heâd keep put of your way, in fear you would âact upâ, as he called it, and embarrass him.
This meant that the guards were your only issue, and perhaps Larys spyâs. though you cared not for them for what could they do to stop you? Tattle to Larys who would sell the information for the sight of your motherâs feet? Even then you would have a few hours.
Luckly for you however, you knew your guards. And they had a penchant for wine.
âSteffon, Gregorâ you whispered opening your door a bottle of Dornish red in hand.
âPrincessâ they nodded, tuning around to ignore you.
âYou must be boredâ you started, âperhaps you can join me for a drink?â you said, fluttering your eyelashes.
They turned to face each other unsure of what to do, âoh come on, know one will care. Youâll still be guarding me, wonât you?â
Their eyes wandered to the bottle of wine âis that the only bottle, princess?â
You scoffed, âof course notâ.
They smiled and ushered you in to your chamber.
It was funny, you must have done this a dozen time before and they still fell for it every time.
And being such lightweights, they were quick to fall into a drunken sleep, allowing you to grab your bag and make a run for the dragon pit.
Running through the streets of Kingslanding at night were dan, especially in your rich clothes and jewels.        Â
And seeing as you had only walked to the dragon pit once or twice, with the company of a dozen guards, the run was a lot longer than expected.
Getting lost in the never-ending streets of flea bottom was easy, and before you knew it you had somehow ended up on the streets of silk.
âgodsâ you mumbled, looking around in search of a sign to lead you in the right direction.
You could see the dragon pit, so at least you werenât too far away, only issue is the brothel with the name âChantayaâsâ seemed to stand in the way of a quick exit.
âsisterâ you heard someone say, and the sight of Aemond exiting said brothel, through you into a sprint once again.
You were sure you looked like some pick pocket as you ran through the street, Aemond hot on your tale.
And with being such a stranger to kings landing you found yourself meeting an end and Aemond catching up to you.
âLet go of meâ you muttered trying to pull yourself free from Aemondâs grasp.
âWho let you outâ he sneered.
âDoes it matter?â you sneered in return, âwhat are you even doing here?â you asked, and Aemond face dropped.
âI could ask you the sameâ.
âI wanted to go to the dragon pitâ âthe dragon pitâ he reiterated, not believing you. âTo what? Declare for the usurper?â
âGods noâ you near yelled, âI- âyou were hesitant to tell him, having never got on along with him and never having much to say to him at all, this was honestly the most you and he had spoken since the start of the war. âI wish to go to oldtownâ.
âwhyâ
âToâŠto see Gwyaneâ.
âOur uncle?â
âDo you know of another Gwyane I could possibly wish to see in oldtown?â you said snidely.
He hummed, looking at you with a smirk, âI am your prince regent, I command you knowâ he said, âone word from me and I could have you locked in the black cells, or I could command you to go to oldtown to gather forces, with Gwayneâ
You hated that you looked at him hopeful and hated even more that if he asked you would beg.
âBut why, dear sister? Should I command you to oldtown? You are the future lady Tully after allâ.
You scoffed, âoh please, we both know the Tullys are hardly loyal now and the second old Grover Tully dies theyâll declare for the blackâsâ.
âtrueâ
âAnd why would you want me here anyway? I do not listen, and I defy your every move, sending me a way would better your rule, would it not?â
âOh sister, you truly have been undervalued. Fine I shall take you to the dragon pit and order you to oldtown.â
Order you? As if there was a single part of you that did not already crave to be there, with him.
The walk to the dragon pit was a quiet and awkward, with Aemond pulling you by the hand, a tight grip as if you would try to escape.
Not a word was exchanged even as you entered, only your words commanding the dragon keepers to fetch you moonfyers and Aemond stood beside you in his usual stance.
He gave you a taunting wave as you took flight, and you never looked back.
It took five hours for you to reach oldtown.
A storm thundered as you entered the reach, rain dowsing your and obstructing your vison. Had it not been for the bright blue scales of your brotherâs dragon, Tesserion you were sure you would have flown into the Hightower.
Landing, you were quickly greeted with guards and the face of your brother Daeron.
âBrotherâ you greeted as you slide of your dragon, âa pleasure to see you!â
âAnd you, Gwayne said you were comingâ he nodded, hand raised to stop rain pouring over his face, âcome in, quicklyâ
The Hightower, was exactly as you envisioned, filled with riches and symbols of the seven. It looked like a museum almost.
You were brough into a room lined with seats and walls filled with books. Painting filled with the faces of old lords and ladies, and tapestry depicting Aegon s landing in oldtown and his coronation.
ânieceâ you heard a voice breath, causing your inspection to come to a halt as you turned and faced Gwayne,
âuncleâ you breathed in return and not a moment later were you running into his arms and your lips meeting once more.
This kiss was different than the one in the courtyard, this one was filled with longing, filled with pure love and desire.
Years of want filling you mouths your lips moved against each other.
âGwayneâ you whispered against his lips, as you both breathed heavily, your heads leant against each others.
He whispered your name in return, âyou cameâ he breathed, not quite believing it.
âof course, you askedâŠand the prince regent commanded itâ
He laughed âwhat?â
âwhen I was making my mistake i came across Aemond leaving a brothelâ you laughed, âand somehow he decided to command me to oldtown to gather forcesâ
âoh?â he said, head tilting, âI seeâŠdoes that mean you now command me?â
âdo I not anyway?â you asked tauntingly.
He laughed, grabbing you to him once more and pulling you into another kiss, âI believe we command each other, my loveâ he said breaking the kiss.
âmy love?â
âmy loveâ he agreed, caressing your cheek, âI love youâ he finally admitted.
And you smiled. Looking at him as he always looked at you.
He always had seen you, understood you when no one else did.
And the look in his yes, it was pure love and you had never felt more seen than in this moment.
âI love youâ you replied, and he smiled.
âcome with meâ he said taking your hand and leading you up to his room.
His room, though perhaps smaller than others, was still large and full of all things Gwayne. With his own mural and tapestry.
âdo you like it?â he asked, taking note of your eyes that had not left the tapestry he had commissioned.
âis that?â you asked, unsure if you were seeing it right.
âMoonfyer and you, yesâ
âgods, Gwyaneâ you said breathlessly, a mural of you riding moonfyers for the first time, your second time meeting Gwyane and the first time you and he realised the bond between you both.
You turned to face him, and kissed him once more.
Unlike before this kiss was heated, passionate and full of lust. Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â
His hands moved to your waist, as you slowly moved towards the bed, your hands reaching and pulling at his clothes, taking them of and leaving him in only his small clothes.
Your dress wet and soaked was quickly torn of you intern, leaving you only in your soaked chemise.
Their lips broke apart as her legs hit the bed. Taking each other in Gwayne moaned at the sight of your breast peeking out through the now sheer chemise.
âcan i?â Gwayne breathed, hand coming to toy with the strap of your chemise.
You nodded, allowing your chemise to slip and leaving you bare before him.
âgodsâ he breathed, â you are beautifulâ he said, before pushing you down on the bed, his lips connecting with yours.
His lips moved from your mouth to your neck, nipping at your skin, causing you to moan softly.
He kissed his way down your body, before he reached your cunt.
âcan i?â he asked once more, eager to taste her cunt.
âyesâ Â you said, not quite sure what he intended to do until you felt his nose nudge between your thighs and a slow lick alone the length of your cunt.
groaning at the taste, he quickly went back licking and tasting your cunt, like a man starved. You moaned pleasure, hands moving to tug his hair as he found your clit.
Touching yourself had never felt like this, the sheer pleasure you felt as he sucked your clit into his mouth was better than any orgasm you had brought yourself to before, even more so when you felt his fingers toying with your entrance.
You tensed as his fingers entered you. They were thicker and longer than your own and you started to feel the stretch as he pumped you full of his two fingers.
You moaned, your body moving off the bed as you his fingers pumped in and out.
His hand moved to your waist gripping you down as he continued to fill you, your moans filling the room as his third finger entered you and you soon reached your peak.
He slowly backed away from you, pulling down his small clothes to revel his hard, thick cock.
âoh!â you spoke, at the sight of him.
âoh? Not good enough niece?â he asked teasingly.
âgods, it, yesâ you nodded, reaching out to him.
He laughed, before slowly crawling onto the bed, his body covering yours. Taking your lips his, in a passionate and heated kiss, as his legs slowly parted yours as he positioned himself at her entrance.
âAre you sure?â he breathed against your lips, hand holding your waist as his cock teased your entrance.
You nodded, reaching forward to kiss him again, âyesâ.
At the word he entered you slowly.
You groaned at the stretch but found no pain as he entered you.
His long cock filling you, a bulge appearing in your stomach as he allowed time for you to adjust.
âgods, you feel amazingâ he groaned, moving his head to the nape of your neck âcan I move?â he groaned, as your walls wrapped around him.
Nodding, âyesâ you breathed. And wasting no time he began to slowly pump in and out of you.
You moaned as he thrusted into you, your hips moving to meet his as he picked up the pace.
He groaned at the feel of you moving against him, has hands gripping your waist as he started to thrust into you faster, he soon found that sweet spot inside you, that quickly turned you into a moaning mess. And soon you were wrapping your arms around him, clawing at his back as you felt your peak it washes over you and the feel if his seed filling you.
Your breath was heavy, his even heavier as he lay on you, his face still in your neck leaving soft kisses as he started to move of you slightly.
âmarry meâ he said, giving you soft kisses between his words. âthis place is filled with septonâs it will be easy to find one to marry us.â
âokayâ you said, looking into his yes.
âokay?â
You laughed, âyes, Gwyane I will marry you.â
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Whenever Jason is not in the best of moods, the rest of the family knew just who to get to make this right; you.
So the moment dick pushed you into Jasonâs room, closing the door behind you, knowing firsthand that Jason hates being bothered when he wasnât in a great mood, much to youâre surprise but the moment Jason saw that it was you his mood lightens and his face becomes soft.
âHi. I heard you werenât in a good mood.â You said and within the blink of an eye you were within Jasonâs arms as he cuddled you against him like a teddy bear.
He hummed deeply as he burrowed his head into your shoulder. It was cute to see Jason like this, one minute about to bite someoneâs head, but the next heâs docile and acting like some overgrown cat. Purring and clinging onto you for emotional support as you rubbed his broad back soothingly.
You were the Jason whisperer amongst his family, only you could bring calm and quiet to his mind just by caressing his cheek and smiling at him while asking; âare you okay jay birdie?â
âNo.â He huffs. âFamily being a bunch of dicks.â
âIsnât that how family usually are? A bunch of dicks?â You replied and Jason couldnât help but smile as he brought you closer as he draped the covers of his bed over the both of you, getting ready for an impromptu nap.
âThis family is the biggest bunch of dicks to ever dick.â Jason groaned sleepily as he tucked you under his chin, practically cocooning his body over yours in a protective manner.
âWhy?â You asked, running your hand through his hair, making sure to mess with his white tuff at the front the most. âThey know my weakness for you.â He answers as he feel the need to sleep lull him along with your fingers through his hair easing him into a state of relaxation.
Even after Japan falls asleep and dick, Damian, Tim, Steph, cass and duke peaked their heads through the doorway to see you stroking the back of their behemoth of a brother as though he was as harmless as a puppy.
âJason whisperer strikes again.â Steph said in a whisper.
You smiled at them before looking back at Jason, then back at them. âIâm going to be stuck here for a good while.â You tell them and their faces changed. âWhy?â Duke asked, worried that something was wrong.
âWatch.â You tell them as you began to shuffle away from Jason, only for Jason to shove you back under his chin and his legs to latch onto yours, keeping your face pressed against his tiddies. âSee, he wonât let me leave.â You added, voice muffled from Joe close Jason was pressing you to his chest. Dick, Tim, Damian, cass, duke and Steph could only smile and find humour in your current situation and how sweet their brother was when it came to you.
âAll the more reason for you to move in.â Damian said point blankly and you look at him oddly. Dick puts his hand on Damianâs shoulder, smiling reassuringly at you. âDamian only wishes you to be closer, for Jasonâs sake and ours.â You smiled at the pair of them from your position on Jasonâs chest. âThatâs sweet and all but i think it would be best if you guys left us alone for a couple hours, I can feel Jason shifting.â
With that being said dick, Tim, Damian, cass, Steph and duke were quick to shut the door and scatter across the manor, not knowing that they had fell for your trick so you could fall asleep with Jason without any interruptions. âYou minx.â He grumbles into your head as you kiss under his jaw.
âNot my fault I want to spend time with my beautiful man.â You replied as you got yourself comfortable and fell into a seamless sleep.
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innocence â modern ! coriolanus snow + reader : your friends ask you to get some drugs from the local dealer, but you never expect he would take a liking to you.
tags : 18+!!! MDNI!!! drug dealing ! coryo, drugs, praise kink, overprotective behavior, possessive behavior, porn with feelings, p in v sex, fingering, special treatment
coriolanus snow hated parties, they were loud, and the people were insufferableâ but he needed the money from the things he sold. cocaine, weed, even some ecstasy. whatever the people wanted, whatever helped support his grandmother and cousin. they werenât living in the most luxury like all the other people who held parties in these neighborhoods, so thatâs why coriolanus attended them, they always paid the most.
he typically got douchebags or stuck - up pretty girls, they both always paid him in crumpled up ones that he took forever to straighten out and countâ what a bunch of assholes.
what he never expected, though, was you, coming up to the man dressed in a korn shirt and baggy jeans with a bow in your hair as well as wearing a pretty dress. your doe eyes peered up at him when you tapped his shoulder, he turned, eyes slotting down to meet yours, âhey.â
âhi,â you hesitate, cute, âi.. do you sell drugs?â
he clears his throat, âsorry?â
âdo youââ
âprobably shouldnât repeat yourself, doll,â he tips his head up, âi do, are you buying?â
âjust for my friends, yeah,â you smile shyly at him, and he returns it.
youâre so innocent, had you ever done any drugs before? definitely not the ones he sells, maybe the weed, but cocaine or ecstasy? no, no way. if it were for you, he wouldnât be selling you it anyway. coriolanus had a certain soft spot, if you will, for the innocent girls that wander up to him at parties with their batting eyelashes and naturally pouted lips.
âalright, letâs go upstairs,â he tips his head to the stairs, chuckling when you move to give a thumbs up to your friends before following after him, âwhy do they make you ask for them?â
he suddenly moves back to grab your wrist when the halls find themselves crowded, not wanting to lose you in the sea of people, nor you lose him. you were a client, a customer, and he always treats his customer this way.
loud incorrect buzzer.
he doesnât!
coriolanus never dares to allow himself to sweeten up around his customers, or anyone, but something about your shy, deer like attitudeâ it had a wolf wanting to protect.
âthey say theyâre too nervous to do it themselves,â you finally answer when he leads you into the nearest empty room, closing the door behind you.
he finally lets go of your wrist, âthat so? what are they askinâ for?â
âcocaine,â you swallow.
âthen theyâre not nervous,â he chuckles, having to deal with his fair share of cocaine users, none of them are nervous to approach him, âwhy do you let them push you around?â
he moves to sit on the bed, chopping up the cocaine from his pocket on the nightstand next to him. he typically doesnât like when his customers stand over him, because he never knows what they will do, and he likes to be in control at all timesâ but youâre harmless, arenât you? just a little deer.
you exhale a nervous laugh, âtheyâre not pushing me around, theyâre just asking me for favors.â
he hums, eyes peering up at you as his hands absentmindedly work on the pearl powder, it was muscle memory for him at this point. âyou promise youâre not doing this shit, too?â
âi promise,â your lips tip up to a curt smile, âitâs really.. scary, honestly.â
he exhales, eyes trailing over the curves of your face before they meet the nightstand again, swiping the powdered sugar like substance into a little baggie. you watch him, almost admiring, âyeah. it is really scary, dangerous, tooâ donât want you doinâ this shit too.â
a warm feeling courses through your veins, you hardly realize heâs holding the baggies out for you until he clears his throat, you blink a few times, quickly trying to grasp the money you hadâ it wasnât given to you by your friends to spend for them, it was just your own money. how cruel.
âitâs on the house,â he quickly says, almost unaware of what he was saying himself until it finally passes his lips.
you bat your lashes at him, âwhatââ
âfree, doll, just take it,â he allows himself a faint smile.
you hesitantly reach to take the baggies, âare you sureâŠ?â
he nods, ââm positive.â
âthank you, snow,â his eyebrows furrow at how sweet his name sounds on your tongue, like nectar delivered by the kindest dove from the gods.
you turn to leave, but he quickly stands, âheyââ he pauses, eyes sweeping over your figure as he tries to figure out what to say, you probably go to millions of parties with your asshole friends, possibly with other dealers.. âsome other dealers are gonna try to rip you off, make you pay a lot for a little bitâ so just, come to me and iâll treat you good as long as youâre staying out of trouble, princess.â
âokay, i will,â you nod quickly.
âgood girl.â
âčË. ౚà§
you donât see coriolanus for a while after that night, it has been no more than a few days, less than a week but the idea of you is rotting in his brain and eating him whole from the inside out. at every party he went to, every girl with a bow in their hair (he despises that itâs the latest trend) or wearing a baby pink dress reminds him of you. with their fluttering lashes and soft smiles, god, he hates that he sees you in every one of them. he hates that you have completely plagued his entire conscience, but yet he never complains about it, not once.
sometimes, sejanus, one of the other known dealers, though he more so considers himself a look - out when coriolanus is selling, or a promoter for coriolanusâ businessâ he notices how coriolanusâ eyes linger more than usual on the women at parties, it almost makes him laugh, or tease coriolanus.
isnât he supposed to be intimidating? not a man easily falling for women.
a lover boy, thatâs what he seemed like now.
sejanus swishes around his drink in his cup, eyes falling to coriolanus, âwhatâs up with you?â
coriolanus blinks once, twice, âwhat are you talking about?â
âyou havenât blinked in like an hour,â sejanus liked to overexaggerate, âare you okay?â
âof course i am,â he scoffs, ââm gonna find arachne.â
arachne, sejanusâ best friend, albeit she talks so much shit about him behind his back. sejanus is sweet, passive, and arachne is the complete opposite. some would call arachne a maneater, coriolanus thinks of her as a conceited bitch who needs to be put on a leash. she had a tendency to run off whenever she went to parties with coriolanus and sejanus, so coriolanus always had to run after her to try and find her.
sejanus nods, offering a small iâll look too.
coriolanus allows sejanus to walk the opposite way as he turns the corner, eyes scanning each room for a brunette with a bold red lip. he doesnât find her anywhere, god, she better not be having sex in one of the rooms upstairs like how she was last time. coriolanus likes to think opening that door to that sight was something out of a horror movie.
he does find a different brunette, though, with more golden tones and curlier hair.
festus creed, of fucking course creed is here. he was another one of the other well known dealers in the area. he wasnât that well with his sells, mostly because he acts like heâs above everyone else in the worst way possible, and even allows people to pay with sex.
coriolanus heard his sex is never good.
funny, isnât it? how someone with a small dick and hardly any skills on pleasing women would offer sex as payment.
coriolanus, at least, thinks itâs hilarious.
what he doesnât think is hilarious, though, is that festus is talking to someone coriolanus is far too familiar with. glittery eye makeup, a lacy bow in their hair, baby pink dress.. itâs you.
coriolanusâ mouth runs dry when you spot him in the corner of your eye, your lips twisting into a sugar - coated grin as soon as your eyes widen, âsnow!â
you immediately move to give him a hug, festusâ searing gaze following your every movement in the creepiest way possibleâ god, coriolanus hates him. his fingers lace around your waist, tugging you close, âhey, princess.â
âprincess?â festus snickers.
coriolanus tries to ignore him, but he finds it near impossible with the words that leave your lips next, âthis is festus, my friend, do you know him?â
coriolanus scoffs, does he know him, what a joke, âi know of him.â
festus finds himself chuckling bitterly, âis that right, pretty boy?â
coriolanus takes a step, and you feel a certain mold of metal against your waist when he does, a gun, his cold lips part, âsure is.â
your eyes roam over his features, the curves of his skin when his brows collide, the way his eyes darken with malice, the grit of his sharp teeth, the flush of his jaw against his flesh as he moves it. his muscles flex underneath his baggy band t - shirt, veins pulsing. he was angry.
festusâ lips part, but you speak before him, âsnow?â
his head nods in your direction, but he doesnât say anything.
âanswer your girl, snow,â festus taunts.
âgo upstairs,â he mumbles, itâs to you.
so you do.
âčË. ౚà§
coriolanus sighs when he closes the door behind him, coming in mere minutes later. you had been sitting on the bed in the vacant room, fingers playing together, eyes glossed over in fear and pricking with tears. coriolanus wasnât the only one who carried, but you didnât hear any shots, fortunately.
âkidâs such a fuckinâ asshole,â he mumbles, cracking his bruising knuckles, âheâs not sellinâ you shit, is he?â
âsometimesââ
âdonât buy from him anymore,â coriolanus pauses, swallowing, âhe laces his shit sometimes.â
it was true, festus was messy with his work, he didnât lace the products himself but the people that distributed them to him would, he was just too lazy to even notice.
âiâm sorry,â it comes out hushed, a mere whisper, but coriolanusâ ears pick up on it easily.
his tone is softer now, âwhy?â
âi didnât knowââ
âthen donât apologize,â his head tips to the side, sniffling the bubbling blood in his nose, he inhales, pupils wide as they roam your features. a glass tear raced down your pliant cheek, and he immediately moved to carefully wipe it away, âdonât cry, doll.â
you donât say anything, merely melt into his touch. coriolanus isnât good with affection, heâs hardly had any girlfriend before and if he has, they donât last long due to his struggles with showing kindness. so itâs obvious the next word that leaves his mouth isnât one born from honeysuckle, âcocaine?â
your lips move nervously, bottom lip tugging under your teeth as your mascara covered lashes move to his frost - bitten eyes, âdo you have.. ecstasy?â
his lips drop to a frown, âwhy?â
your lips tremble when they part, cheeks heating under his touch, âmy friends want to try it.â
âno,â he swallows, jaw ticking, âiâm not selling you that shit.â
âwhat? why not?â
âthat shit is too dangerous,â he chuckles, albeit itâs bitterness, âi donât want you around that, itâs trouble.â
âiâve been good,â you reassure, hips swaying when you scoot closer to the edge of the bed, closer to him.
âhave you, now?â his thumb is gently rubbing against your skin.
âi have, i promise,â you offer, feeling his fingers move so his thumb is now moving against your bottom lip, dipping into your mouth ever so slightly.
you smile around it and his pupils dilate even more, are his eyes blue anymore or merely just sole pupil? ânaughty girl.â
then he stops, as if he had realized something, and pulled away. your lips curve downward to a frown, desperate to have his touch again, âsnow?â
âdonât,â his molars collide, âiâll hurt you.â
âthatâs okayââ
ââiâm bad newsââ
ââi donât think thatââ
ââiâm dangerous, doll.â
you hesitate, inhaling sharply, âbut you wonât hurt me.â
he doesnât say anything for a minute, âso, you want cocaine?â
you give him a careful nod, and he smiles. again, heâs being sweet.
âyou know how to chop up cocaine?â
you allow yourself a giggle, âyou know i donât.â
âiâll show you.â
and he does, his hand is gentle as it guides yours, fingers curling against the curve of your own as he crushes up the cocaine, guiding you to chop it up with the card he gave you. youâre warm underneath his cold touch, his movements experienced whilst yours are new. âhow many times have you done this?â
he shrugs, breath fresh against the shell of your ear, âa couple hundred, for sure.â
âi could help you, you know, with the business,â you offer, despite not even really wanting to.
âno,â his fingers are tighter against your skin, but not enough to hurt, âi donât want you in this business, you being around me is dangerous enough.â
âyouâre not dangerous, snow,â you hush out.
he moves closer, and you feel his gun brush against your ass, lips curving into a smile, âyou think so?â
you shiver from the touch, itâs loaded, the safety is probably off, âi know so.â
your thighs push together, he feels it, making him chuckle, âyouâre so needy, princess.â
âsnow,â you breathe out, âthis isnât fair.â
âhow so?â he presses a soft kiss behind your ear, âjust because you arenât getting what you want?â
âdo you want it?â you pause your movements.
âof course i do, i want it as much as you,â he moves your fingers so you drop the card, guiding them to his bulge, ââm just not spoiled.â
you frown at his works, fingers curving around his bulge, god, how big was he? ââm not spoiled either.â
âwhatever you say, princess,â he grits out.
you palm him so well, it nearly has him rutting against your hand, breathing getting heavier against your ear. his fingers move to trail down down your back, dipping underneath the hem of your skirt and tracing along the thin material of your lace panties. his jaw shifts, âsuch a dirty girl, wearing these panties.â
you whimper when his fingers graze along the soaked part of your panties, thick fingers brushing against your clothed clit, âpleaseâ snow.â
âplease what, princess?â you mumble something in response, but itâs nearly incoherent, more of a whimper, âuse your words.â
he moves to pull your panties to the side, now touching your bare clit, making your thighs tremble, âi needâ fuck, i need youâ inside.â
he nods, pressing kisses along the side of your neck, finding himself already pussy - drunk. it almost felt sacrificial, a sinful man dipping his fingers inside of a goddess, the way you moaned at the feeling of his finger stretching you outâ it was as if he could be confessing of his sins at any minute.
to see your hips bucking against his finger, his name hushed on the tip of your delicate tongue. didnât you know that many people wanted him dead? how many people hated him? how the police could arrest him at any second? yet you didnât care, a lamb to the slaughter, a deer in between the jaws of a wolf.
yet you were rutting against his hand, begging for more, desiring him to push another finger inâ and he did exactly that, prepping your tight cunt for his cock, âyouâre so fuckinâ tight, doll, i donât know if itâll fit.â
âit willâ it will, i know it willâ,â youâre just babbling nonsense at this point, and coriolanus wanted to be gentle, he really did, but your sweet moans, your sugary whimpers, the way he so easily pushed his fingers inside of you, the way that when you curl, your moans up a few octaves. you were so sensitive, god, were you a virgin?
the thought had coriolanus pulling his fingers out, twirling you around so he can push his fingers into your mouth, allowing you to taste yourself as his other hand undoes the belt holding his baggy jeans up. his eyes are crystalizing the memory of your tongue swirling against his fingers, sucking up every taste of your own cuntâ have you thought of this as many times as he has?
he moves his hand to take his gun before it falls, placing it on the counter behind you, his fingers move from your mouth to help him push his jeans down, your lips part, âwhy do you have a gun?â
he smiles sweetly at your words, nearly chuckling, âwhy do you think?â
ââm not sure, thatâs why i asked,â you had a certain tinge in your voice that makes him quirk a brow.
âitâs to protect myself, princess,â he pushes his boxers down, finally freeing his cock, ânow be a good girl, turn around, and bend over.â
of course you do exactly what he asks, bending over the counter so he can push your skirt up. the feeling of your innocence being stripped away right in front of you was far too good, like a cross ripped from the chain around your neck, or your holy water being unpurified. you were a cupcake with frosting on top, and coriolanus was sinking his teeth into you, rotting his sweet tooth.
his dick slaps against your heat when your legs part with desire, making you whine against nothing, âsnowâ please..â
âjust say it, princess,â he moves to rub his red tip against your clit, making you shudder, knees buckling already.
âfuck meâ f..fuck me,â you repeatedly beg.
he moves closer to press a sweet kiss on the back of your neck, bones colliding when his cock finally pushes into your cunt. you were so tight around him, squeezing him around your velvet walls. your jaw falls slack when you gasp at the feeling of him stretching you out, his lips pull tight together in a grunt, âso tight for me, princessâ jesus christ..â
his breathing is labored when he pulls his hips back and thrusts in, he goes slow at first, treating you like you were a fragile statue made from porcelain, but then youâre begging him to go faster, to go harder. your fingers graze along the gun placed on the counter, right next to the cocaine. his tongue swipes along the roof of his mouth before he speaks, âare you sure, doll? i donâtâ fuckâ want to hurt you.â
âh-hurt me, itâs okay,â you mumble out, and he truly does hesitate for a second, then his thrusts are suddenly faster, bumping you into the counter with the sheer snap of his hips. your cries sound like noises formed from a blessed harp, passed down by the gods for him to listen to, each moan getting louder and louder until his ears are ringing, until the music sounds hushed compared to your screams.
itâs so obscene, all of the things that he finds himself spitting out as he harshly bucks into you. so cute, jusâ wanna ruin you, takinâ my cock so well, that feel good princess? he canât help the way his hands snake up to your hair, tugging at the pretty bow wrapped around it, earning a frosted moan from your glossed lips.
itâs not long until youâre cuming on his cock, with him pulling out to twirl you around and push you to your knees, allowing you to jerk him off until thick white stripes are decorating your face. the white glitter, the sweet scent of your lip - gloss, now accompanied by his cum.
how cute.
âso fuckinâ pretty,â he mumbles as he tucks his dick back in his boxers, pulling his jeans back up when your painted nails move to wipe away the cum on your face, lapping it up with your pretty tongue.
you giggle sweetly, âdo you do this with all your customers?â
he shakes his head, âno, doll, youâre special, you know that.â
and itâs true, you really were special.
you were a dangerous manâs doll.
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brat taming kirishima with his bratty tsundere girlfriend.
idk thinking that kiri can be such a soft but hard as fuck dom and it always come to a head when you get snarky, like he knows how you are, almost as bad as bakugou.
but god, does he love when you subconsciously act out.
in this sense, you had completely forgot the rule about not allowing kiri to help you with the heavier things. he hates when you get too independent. sure, he knows you carry yourself so, so good. but hes trying to make you not be so defensive, so independent where you cannot be helped because you wont let the thickest walls down.
and on top of that, you shooed him away. biggest mistake for you.
âyou know youre not supposed to be carrying these heavy things, right baby?â he tries to take the big box of a black grill out of your hands, but you pull away and swat your hand.
âi can do this shit by myself, kiri.â you grumble, sitting it in the garage with a standing kirishima.
none of that mattered now, not the way he has you folded up on your back to mattress and spread eagle.
the sheer force of his body always knocked you into oblivion, thrusts making your voice so high and ragged.
âiâm sorry, im so sorrây!â you squeal, moans just bubbling out and a thumb circling your clit.
âoh, i know.â he coos, thrusts becoming meaner by the second. oh, he was pissed. pissed because, the fuck you thought this was? let him lift heavy things for you! youre not single anymore.. and your exes were some punk ass bitches. âbet you wont do this shit again, huh baby?â
you nod, tears starting to bubble up in the corner of your eyes and trying to keep the hold of the back or your knees.
he slows, keeping that motion on your clit and thrusting once really hard. âwords, baby.â he growls, pointed teeth gritting.
âyes! yes!â you hiccup, feeling his hips go back to bullying your cervix.
âsuch a fuckinâ brat you know?â he groans, soft slaps against your cheek. âneedâa real man to fuck into you like this, huh?â he coos again, rolling his eyes at a certain tightness. âalways gotta be so mean to me.â
you nod, babbling incoherent words and sentences as he circled your over sensitive clit and push his cock deeper. âigunnacum!â
âthere you go, just let go and cum, âkay baby?â
you hate how gooey he makes you feel. how patience is his strongest suit and making you feel so pathetic in his hands. he was right, needed a big bruly man to fuck you so deep you forget to rebuild that wall you made to protect yourself.
âyou going to be mean like that again?â he asked, thrusting in his needy tip that pushes and traps you into the corner of the bed that is against the wall. âhm? cmon, say something, love.â
one thing about kirishima, you know hes pissed when hes drilling you like this, and heâs mocking and laughing at you.
his hands grips your hips hard, all two eighty five hundred pounds of him loving you. âfuckâ fuck! yeah, cum!â demanded, and starved. finally, he hits that gummy spot hard enough, and your clit throbs and feels like it clenches on its own, creamy translucent fluid just dribbling from your walls and he laughs out.
âoh, thats my girl.â he shushes, wiping the tears and kissing your cheek. he groans, pulling himself out from your confinements and stroking himself, looking down as he growls from his chest meanwhile his own essence drools to the couch.
you just lay there, a twitching mess as he presses your legs up. he takes the discarded shirt of his to wipe up your cream and then his own. âyou okay baby? did i go to hard, again?â he thickly swallows, feeling the pat of your hand against his large bicep.
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CĂĄllate
Miguel O'Hara x f!reader
Summary: Miguel thinks you talk too much.
S m u t. P in v, dirty talk, Miguel being mean? Cream pie, cum eating. Jfc.
Minors DNI. I'm warning you đ€
It's not that he hated you.
Miguel O'Hara could never hate you. You just annoyed him to no end. Pushed his buttons. Teased him.
"Miguelitoooo," you'd sing in that stupid tone, "you need to relax. You brood too much. Such a broody man, hmm?"
Miguelito.
The goddamn nickname drove him up the wall, though at this point he wasn't too sure if it was irritation, or the lust that's been grabbing hold of his cock lately. What was it about you that had his head spinning with a feral need to sink his teeth into your flesh? To shove his cock so deep inside you you'd be rendered speechless for once?
Fuck, you were annoying. While he was a man of few words, you spoke as if on a fucking time limit, spewing nonsense every chance you could get. Everytime he looked at you it was a rush of emotion, and he didn't know whether to punch something or grab you by the shoulders and shut you the fuck up himself with his lips.
He decided on the latter.
You sauntered into his private headquarters in that tight little suit of yours, already running your mouth a mile a minute about...something. It might have been important, but Miguel wasn't listening, too busy watching the way your hips swayed.
"Miguelito, are you listening? Or are you too busy brooding as usual?" You were looking down at your watch, pressing on a few buttons distractedly, "Honestly, I don't know how you became the brains of this operation."
You stood in front of him, such a little thing compared to his massive size, your eyes still on your watch. "Have you been ignoring Lyla?"
"I put her on do not disturb."
You snorted, finally bringing your eyes to his intimidating ones, "Oh, so I guess I'm disturbing you too, huh?"
"Always." With a grunt, Miguel snatched you by the waist, losing his patience completely. You gasped, surprised by his actions, but you smiled knowingly, looking up at him with doe-like eyes. Finally.
"A first date would be nice, Miguelito-"
"Shut up." He growled, baring his glistening fangs. "CĂĄllate, por Dios."
He wasted no time, immediately surging forward to capture your lips, silencing you efficiently. It was a hungry kiss, sloppy, more tongues than anything else. He pulled moan after moan from you, stripping you both down in a matter of seconds before nipping at the delicate skin of your neck and shoulders.
Miguel had you up against the wall, his brute strength holding you up with ease. You quickly wrapped your legs around his hips, eyes rolling as he slid his large cock over your slippery folds.
"M-miguel," his name fell from your mouth beautifully as you held on to his broad shoulders for dear life, "Miguel, p-please."
"When are you gonna learn to shut up, hm?" He groaned, his arousal igniting from the obscene sounds of your slick cunt coating the underside of his length, "when are you gonna learn to keep your mouth shut for five seconds?" You were cock drunk already, mouth hanging open and tears threatening to fall from your pretty eyes.
"I-"
"CĂĄllate, hermosa, just shut up and take this cock," Miguel muttered over your lips, lining his cock up carefully before nudging your pussy open with the fat head of his dick. You choked, tears finally bursting from your eyes, dampening both your faces as he held you close. Your cunt clamped down on his cock with every inch he pushed in, causing you to cry out.
"Shh, I got you, just let me in," he cooed in the most gentle way he'd ever been with you, "I know you can take this cock, mhm, asĂ, just like that, open that pretty pussy up for me."
You moaned whorishly, your head falling back against the wall with a thump as Miguel began a merciless pace, immediately reaching the place where you needed him the most.
"Ohhh fuck, Miguel," you cried, your juices coating his thighs with every stroke of his cock as he pounded and pounded and pounded into you, "you're so d-deep." More juices leaked from your cunt, giving Miguel easier access into your slick channel.
"Quiet hermosa," he heaved, holding you tight against his merciless hips while clamping a large hand over your mouth, "don't want the others to know how good I'm fucking you, ehh?" The only sounds heard in the room were your muffled cries, his grunts, and his balls slapping against your ass as his cock slipped in and out of you.
You wanted to say something, anything really, to shove him off his high horse, but you couldn't, too far up in cloud nine to do anything but drool all over his palm and let his thick cock kiss your cervix repeatedly, bruisingly, deliciously.
"Asi, hermosa," Miguel sticks out his tongue, lapping at the salty tears streaking your cheeks, "calladita se ve mĂĄs bonita, hm?" He knew you were close, he felt it in the way your pussy tightened on his cock. He kept ramming his hips into you, grunting with every stroke.
"So fucking tight," he groaned, dropping his head on your shoulder, "I imagined this so many times, stuffing you with my cock, but fuck, who knew it'd be like this?"
"M-miguel, please," you whined, ripping his hand away from your mouth, "p-please."
He pierced his fangs into your neck, and that was when the dam broke. You gushed all over his cock, eyes rolling and mouth open as you silently came. Your pussy spasmed, fluttering over Miguel's cock as he lapped up the blood beading from the tiny wound he inflicted.
"That's it," he cooed, holding you tightly in his arms as you shuddered, "that's my girl." His strokes were sloppy now, too lost in your delicious wet heat to be as precise. After a few more thrusts, he buried his head in your neck again, releasing a growl from the very pits of his stomach, deep and aggressive, as he pumped his seed inside you.
Miguel held you for a moment, the both of you catching your breath. You were like a ragdoll over him, and he chuckled, nuzzling you with his nose. He released you, letting his cock slip out. His cum ran down your leg, white and hot as he gently set you on the ground. He hummed, taking two of his large fingers and scooping up some of the mess he made between your legs before smearing it over your lips.
"Open." He commanded, and you obediently did as told, opening your mouth and curling your tongue around his digits, savoring the taste of your combined juices with lidded eyes. You moaned at the tangy taste, your hands flying to skim down the length of his chiseled abdomen.
Miguel watched you, caging you in with one arm against the wall, mesmerized at how your mouth worked over his fingers.
You looked absolutely fucked out, skin flushed, hair a mess, but most of all, quiet.
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Can I request suggestive headcanons for Remy, Logan, Wade, and poly Logan & Wade reacting to his shy gn s/o immediately covering their eyes while apologising profusely because they accidentally saw him half-naked because he was changing clothes please?
Walking in on Their S/O ChangingâŠ
Fandom: X-Men
Request: Yes by Anon
Warnings: Suggestive themes, Brief Strong Language, Fluff
Word Count: 1,043
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Logan Howlett/ The Wolverine
* Okay, so keep in mind that this man has been alive for more than 200 years. Heâs seen a lot. Heâs done a lot. There is not much else that can surprise him in terms of learning new things
* However⊠You can still surprise him
* I completely see him as a man that would just casually steamroll past the fact that you were only in your undergarments. Heâs not phased, nor does he care.
* Logan will definitely take the time to ogle if he gets the chance, but heâs aware there is a time and place for that.
* âHey, we were out of beer so I took the truck to go get some⊠oh shit.â And with that, he was speechless. Loganâs eyes would trail up and down your figure, even though part of it was obscured by the tshirt that was pressed against your body
* Silently, he would stalk closer and closer to you, never once taking his eyes off of you. His hands would gently pull the shirt away so he could get a better look. Feather light touches would cascade themselves down your arms, and chest; all the while his eyes would drink it up
* Picking you up, he walked over to the bed while holding you and pressing his nose into the crook of your neck
* âWhat about the beer?â
* âForget the beer.â
Wade Wilson/Deadpool
* Oh, the beloved merc with the mouth. How do I say this gently? He will both make you love and hate him walking on you. It all started because he had gotten you a new suit that he wanted you to wear.
* Wade had begged and begged you to wear it, but there was no appropriate timing to do so. It had gotten to the point that he had accepted that you werenât going to wear it. But when you finally had been worn down enough, he got super giddy at the prospect of you wearing it. But you had taken too long in his mind which prompted him to take matters into his own hands.
* âWhatâs taking you so long, angel cakes? Oh, hello.â
* âWade! Get out!â
* Throwing things does not deter this man, oh no, my friend. For when he gets a glimpse of you, half undressed with the suit on the bed, heâs gonna need his special sock. Wade is frozen in a state of bliss and was unable to move himself. Not until you forcibly pushed him out, and shut the door on him. When you had finally put the suit on and came out to show him, he was still unable to form complete sentences or even words at you.
* Safe to say, you had finally silenced âthe mouthâ
Remy LeBeau/Gambit
* Ah, Le Diable Blanc. See, I know, you want me to come on here and talk about how big of a flirt Remy is. But no! That boy is a southerner, and southern men are raised to be gentlemen. I truly, in my heart of hearts believe, that if Remy caught you changing, he would blush and book it out of there.
* Hear me out! Just, imagine it, okayâŠ
* Itâs late and Remy hasnât come home from his night out playing cards. The hour was nearing one in the morning, when you finally decide to call it a night, but youâre unable to fall asleep quite yet. Fearing that youâll have to spend another night watching horrible late night reruns in the motel, you began changing into one of his tshirts to sleep in when you heard the door open. Struggling to get the shirt over your head to have some sort of coverage, you werenât quite fast enough.
* âOoh, I tell you cher, it was a goo- oh lord have mercy.â
* And like that, the door was shut again. Maybe you let out a squeak, maybe a gasp. But either way, your raginâ Cajun was outside the room, breathing heavily and holding it shut. After a few minutes, he pressed his ear to the door to hear inside.
* âCher, you dressed yet?â
* âYeah. You can come in.â
* When he does, youâre already under the covers with the remote to the tv next to you, looking at the door. Gambit just grabbed his change of clothes that didnât smell like sweat, alcohol, and smoke, and went to change in the bathroom. When he came out, he assumed his place with you in bed. On his back with you tucked into his side.
* Although, the only mention he ever gave, was a whisper of, âYou look real pretty under all that, cher. Like an angel sent straight to save olâ Gambit.â
Poly! Wolverine and Deadpool
* Prepare for trouble and make it double! Two lovers with a regenerative healing factor that makes snarky comments? Sign me up!
* This is definitely happening after a morning food run. Youâre living with them, and Mary Puppins, and Blind Al, and Wade decided that today was the day for donuts and good coffee. Logan was thoughtful enough to leave a note on his side of the bed stating where they were going and that they would be back.
* This left you and the dog to get ready for the day by yourselves. After a lengthy shower that you didnât have to share, you had made your way into the room to get some fashion advice from the sweet little pupper.
* âOkay girl. Do we go with the yellow dress, or the red dress today?â
* There was a noise, and two men bumbled into the room.
* âAvert your eyes, sweet summer child. But you should just forgo the dress. And the under garments while youâre at it.â
* âCan you go five minutes without something becoming sexual?â
* Wade gave an mhm while shaking his head, and turned back to his partner. Logan had to do a double take at your state, but there was appreciation in his eyes.
* âCan you two give us girls some privacy?â
* Logan had to drag his counter part out of there even though he managed to break free from the mutantâs hold on a number of occasions. As he left, the Wolverine sent an affirmative grunt and nod towards the red dress in your hands.
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Too Sweet
Logan Howlett x fem!Reader
Act 1
Remember that inspo I posed the other day? I coudn't let it go and decided to write a three part fic based on it.
Warnings: spoilers for Deadpool& Wolverine, descriptions of a panic attack, angst, implicaded age gap
word count 2k
No beta and English isn't my first language
there will be fluff later on but sadness first:
Too Sweet
Logan felt a great mix of emotions since he had followed that red-ass clown Wade into this universe. Most of it was anger, confusion, rage⊠But In that moment as he was sat on the black beat-up couch among Wadeâs friends⊠He was overwhelmed.
Not by sensory overload, although that casserole that blind Al had made did stink up the place with garlic-
He was overwhelmed by the feeling of happiness, joy and companionship of the people around him. He hadnât felt that way in ages if he ever did at all. He never felt that way with his team before everything happened.
He liked them, sure. But this company of weirdos shared a Kinmenship he never got to experience.
âHey, Peanut! Are you angrily staring off into space to allow for good exposition?â Wade had plopped down on the couch right next to him. His jeans-clad thigh rubbed right up to his. At this point, Logan had given up on trying to keep him out of his personal space.
The older man frowned and stared at Wade next to him. His beer was getting warm but he didnât feel like giving up his spot on the couch.
âThe fuck are you talking about?â He huffed, taking another sip of his beer. But Wade just clicked his tongue, scooting even closer to Wolverine.
âAww, you know what I mean! You are big and gruff and donât talk that much⊠Itâs kinda hard to capture you in writing you know. There are only so many words in the English language to describe your grunting and-â
âAre you done?â Logan sighed, finishing his drink. He was starting to regret coming with Wade. Getting drunk in some shit hole of a bar sounded better than listening to Wade's babbling.
âSee! Thatâs what I mean. Sigh is nice, sure but it doesnât quite capture the nature of those beautiful noses you make, big boy.â Wade petted Logan's thigh, which the older man quickly pulled away as he stood up abruptly.
âJesus fucking- Canât you annoy someone else? You got all of these muppets to talk to. Stop bothering me god damn it.â Logan placed the empty bottle down on the couch table. He scanned the room, looking for someone else that Wade could annoy to death. His eyes landed on the brunette⊠Vanessa⊠He knew that something had been going on between Wade and her. He never told him the details but from the pining look Wade gave her and the sad as fuck sighs he made, it was clear that the motherfucker wasnât over her.
âGo and talk to the girl for god's sake. She might be the only one here to appreciate it.â He grinned at Wade, enjoying how his stupid grin faltered even for just a second. He leaned down on Wade's level, whispering to him in an overly joyous manner. âIt might even get you laid.â
They stared at each other for a hot minute. Both men tying to provoke the other into action. But Logan was getting bored so he pushed âI might try if you donât have the balls-â
âFine!â It came out way too loud. Wade got up quickly trying to keep up his jolly attitude. âFine, I will. But not because you said so.â
âOr threatened you.â
âYou didnât threaten me.â
âSure, if you need to believe thatâ Logan got back onto the couch, now stretching out lazily across it. He closed his eyes, pretending to snooze.
There was no witty comeback, which surprised Logan. But it only came to show that Wade was serious for once.
Logan would never tell but he warmed up to Deadpool. He respected the man, despite his annoying and borderline brain-rotting bad humour. But he had principles. He cared for those around him, loved them dearly and would do anything to protect them. He did in fact. Logan spread out on his worn leather sofa is proof of it. He hated to admit it but Wade was the better man of the two. He didnât let those he loves down, running away like the drunk asshole Logan is. Wade would have come to help her, would have-
The obnoxiously loud ringing of Wadeâs apartment doorbell ripped Logan out of his self-deprecating talk. He blinked against the bright ceiling light and watched as Wade sighed softly. He had just started his conversation with Vanessa and it seemed to be quite a good talk from the looks of it. He seemed frustrated to be ripped away from it. Wade nodded softly, towards Vanessa, excusing himself but he was stopped by Colossus.
âNo please Wade, I get it. You seem to be engaged in an interesting conversation.â The 7â5ââ metal man said, touching Wade by the shoulder to turn him back towards to woman. Logan huffed, he wasnât the only one trying to get Wade laid.
The giant stomped towards the door, turning the doorknob that looked comically small in his silver hand to let the latecomer in.
âHi! Iâm so sorry for being late. I still had to finish some work. Itâs the end of the semester, you know how it is.â A sweet voice called from outside.
Then two things happened at the same time. It was like a push and pull.
Ellie, Yukio, even that odd taxi driver⊠they all turned towards the door in excitement. Smiling and wooing at the woman that just entered the apartment with a cake carrier tucked under her arms.
Logan on the other hand? He felt like he couldnât breathe. He sat there, staring as Colossus pulled her into a big hug, lifting her off the ground before taking the container off her hands to allow the others to greet her. She was smiling, laughing at some joke Ellie had cracked at her.
She looked younger. Maybe she was, who knows how time worked in this universe. Or it was the lack of stress she had to face, no heartbreak, no constant rejection from a bastard that couldnât see that the best thing was right in front of him.
âAh, there you are! We were starting to miss you!â Wade pulled her into a tight hug. He seemed to be content. And the older man cursed himself for even caring about it.
She hadnât noticed him yet, or so he hoped. Maybe she didnât know him. It would be for the best.
âYeah, I already told Piotr, I had to finish some lesson planning at the academy before the school year is over.â She replied as she greeted Vanessa and the rest of the group.
âOh right. You are the only one that actually knows what sheâs doing at that school.â Wade joked, earning a playful remark from Colossus.
So she also studied at a human university before starting at the school, Logan noted. He was still stuck on the couch, feeling unable to move as he kept staring at her.
âYou know her?â The sudden comment coming from right next to him made Logan flinch.
âWhoa, relax man. I just noticed you staring at her for like 5 min straight. And you donât seem too happy about her being here.â Ellie stood next to him, casually watching the scene just as he did.
âNone of your fucking business.â Logan managed to spit out. While he did get startled, the interruption helped him to finally feel able to move again. And it happened just at the right moment. He needed to get the fuck out of there.
Ellie just huffed, watching Logan get up on shaky legs. It could just be from the constant level of alcohol in Loganâs blood, making his knees weak, or the age. But she suspected that there was more.
Yet Loganâs attempt at a quiet escape was hindered by Piotr, calling him to come to the kitchen to introduce the two.
âCome to kitchen! I want you to meet my good friend Y/N. She also works at the school. You will like herâ, the man sounds proud. He should be.
Logan ignored him, pushing his way through the small crowd with shaky steps. Why was he sweating for god's sake?
âLogan!â
âNoâ He called, breathing was getting harder again.
âLogan!â
âIâm good! Iâm-â He finally reached the door, rattling the doorknob and cursing that his fucking fingers got shaky. Everything was too loud and too hot and too-
âWade, itâs fine. He doesnât have to.â She tried to stop the two men next to her from calling the man over. He was clearly in distress and it hurt her to watch him fumble on his way out. There were only so many people that were scared of her outside the battlefield.
She had met âtheirâ Logan, but only briefly at some anniversary event. They had simply mismatched their time at the school. He left shortly after Y/N started working and they hadnât met much. She wondered what the other her must have done to him to cause such a reaction.
Finally. Fucking finally. The door opened and Logan simply burst into the hallway, rushing down the steps to feel the air rush back into his lungs. A fucking embarrassment. That is what he was. The Wolverine scared shitless by a woman that doesnât even know him.
But the other one did and it killed her.
âLogan, what in the ever-loving- fuck was that?â Wade had run after him. He just couldnât leave it alone, could he?
âFuck off.â Logan breathed weakly. He felt tears prickling in his eyes and it made him hate himself just a little bit more.
âYou just running off? Scared of a girl?â Wade kept pushing, following Logan as he walked down the familiar street towards his bar of choice. That being the cheapest and quietest he could find in the city.
âScared you canât get one off? I donât wanna make predictions but man, I think she is into the dark brooding typeâ he kept pushing â Or you know what? If I canât get Vanessa laid I might try with her, I mean she is quite-â
That made Logan snap. Turning around and impaling Wade against the closest wall. Both sets of claws out and push into the other man's torso. He only groaned in return.
âDonât you fucking dare! Donât you fucking-â
âOkay, okay, whoa ow⊠man-â Wade coughed, lifting his hands in surrender. â I was only joking man. Unfair. Fuck. I am unarmed-urghâ
Logan retracted the claws letting Wade drop to the floor. He knew the man was joking, he should. But it was all too fucking much too soon. He wouldnât let it happen again. And how to best prevent the inevitable heartbreak? Donât even let her get close, to begin with. She didnât deserve it. She never did in the first place and he would do anything in his power to stop it from happening to her.
âSo, you are just leaving me hanging? Itâs your party too, you know.â Wade got up, inspecting the bloody holes that stained his new shirt. He cursed softy. Â âDamn, it was brand new. Ruining a perfectly good shirt for the expositionâ
âDonât wait for me,â Logan said, turning away from Deadpool. A cheap bottle of whisky was waiting for him to calm his nerves and forget about that fucking stunt. He wonât see her again, not even talk to her or talk about her. Itâs for the best. She would agree if she knew, Â Logan was sure of it.
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âSo you think Iâm hot?â
Tyler Owens x Reader
Summary: Tyler has gotten on your last nerve and you finally snap, leading to an ego boost on his end.
Contents: light teasing, cockiness, maybe swearing, fluff
A/N: for the sake of this fic, just pretend Kate and Tyler didnât meet and it was you instead
âSo when are you gonna let me take you out on a chase?â Tyler asks from his truck bed. âYou know, actually have some fun instead of being a stick in the mud over there?â
You were on your way to your base camp a few cars down, Kate and Javi were waiting for you to give them your report for their data sequencing. You push a loose strand of hair behind your ear before smiling sweetly.
âHow about when you acknowledge that what you do is reckless and irresponsible?â
Tyler smiles softly before saying, âWell if I did that, then youâd never join us on a chase.â
You only squint out a smile before rolling your eyes and walking toward where Kate and Javi wait.
âWhat was that all about?â Kate asks, a knowing smile on her lips.
âTyler being Tyler,â you say. To Javi, you ask, âSo all you guys needed was the report right? I kinda wanna catch some sleep for tomorrow.â
âYeah,â Javi says. âI think weâre all set here. Iâm just gonna put it into the computer and then call it a night.â
âAlright, sounds good. Iâll see you guys tomorrow.â
You begin the walk back toward your hotel room, sighing when you realize you have to pass by Tyler again.
Though you find him aggravating, you canât help but admire his audacity and fearlessness. The man knows heâs hot shit and uses it to his advantage, playing it off as a high ego.
âHey, Y/N!â You hear Tyler call out again.
You stop in your tracks and slowly face him, your face schooled in your famous resting bitch face.
âWhat?â You respond.
âI just wanted to say I think you should smile more,â he tells you, a smirk slowly growing on his lips. âWhy donât you smile for me?â
Your blood was boiling, why the fuck would he ask you that? Why would he say that? And why did your heart flutter when he smiled at you like that?
âWhy should I?â You spit.
âI donât think she likes it when you say that, Ty,â Boone says, popping up from the spot he was squatting at behind the truck.
âCâmon, she knows I think sheâs a good looking girl,â Tyler teases, eyes still on you. âIâve been asking her out for weeks.â
âThe look on her face looks like she might tear your head off,â Boone points out.
âNah, she wonât do that.â Tyler smiles down at you before jumping off the truck and taking a few steps toward you. âSheâd hate it if I wasnât there to keep her on her toes. Besides, look at those eyes, theyâre screaming to smile for me.â
You had had enough. Itâd been weeks of shameless flirting and teasing from him. Not to mention the disrespect to your career, insinuating that you had a stick up your ass and didnât know how to have fun.
You were lots of fun. Just ask Kate and Javi. ïżŒ
âWhatâs your deal with me, Owens?â You start. âIs there something we need to work out? Because from the moment you laid eyes on me, it feels like youâve been taking the absolute piss out of me. Constantly teasing me and the way I do my job.â
âWait, Iâm notââ
âJust shut the hell up!â You exclaim. âIâm so sick and tired of your constant teasing and disrespectful comments. And if I wanted to smile for you, I would. Just because we all know youâre hot as shit, doesnât mean I have to comply to everything you want.â
Tyler only smiles, chuckling a bit.
âDo you have anything to say for yourself?â You ask, annoyance and anger leaking out of your ears.
âSo you think Iâm hot?â Tyler asks.
You only blink, thinking back to what you had just said. You squint, feeling the blush creep up your ears and to your cheeks before walking off and yelling, âOh fuck off, Tyler.â
A/N: Should I write a part two to this? Maybe she finally falls for him?? đ
PART TWO IS UP!!!
#fanfic#glen powell#tyler owens x y/n#tyler owens x reader#tyler owens#tyler owens x you#twisters 2024#twisters
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don't talk about it á°á© j.sc
warnings. smut, best friend!sungchan, roommate!sungchan, arguing, it's a dumb argument but you are fighting this man, physical fighting, just shoving nothing crazy but a physical altercation starts this all, unprotected sex, hair pulling, some angst? idk if i missed something let me know! i also did not proofread this because i got out 5k words in one night which is crazy for me. anyways, enjoy!
wc. 5k
summary. your best friend embarrasses you in front of your campus crush. so, of course, you decide to fight with him in the living room and learn some interesting things about him in the process.
Sungchan had always been stupidly large, in your opinion.
He was so large that you couldnât resist the urge to playfully test his strength, curious to see how his fit frame would react to your playful jabs or if he would sway with a gentle nudge. He would playfully push you back, never with full force, but these light-hearted scuffles became a regular part of your friendship. It was a source of joy, a shared silliness, it meant everything.
Except for the times it did.
âYouâre so stupid sometimes, oh my god!â You shouted at your so-called âbest friend,â shoving hard into his chest. This shove wasnât like the ones you usually gave him. This one was harsh and mean. There was not a semblance of anything alluding to happiness on your face as you looked up at Sungchan with knitted brows and parted lips, shoving hard into his firm chest once again, this time with a shout of frustration.
If weâre being honest, you two have been drinking. Itâs not like youâre shitfaced and neither is he, but the alcohol is just enough to make the world blurry at the edges and your words harsher than you typically allow them to be. His chest, solid as a boulder beneath your pushing palms, doesn't yield like it usually would during your fond roughhousing. He stands firm, his expression teetering between annoyance and worry.
"Stop it," he gruffly says, grabbing your wrists mid-shove. Just like that, the playful laughter that usually echoes between you two gets choked in the tension-filled silence. You try to yank your hands-free, but his grip is firm yet gentle. He was never rough with you, even when the fights turned serious like this. It was a rarity for things to turn nasty, but sometimes Sungchan was so oblivious you couldnât stop yourself from lashing out at him, especially with a few mixed drinks in your system.
âLet go,â You snapped. Sungchan leans in with a tilt of his head, letting out a âHm?â as he does so, challenging you.
âChill out first.â That did the exact opposite of chill you out. You hated it when he took that tone of voice with you, as if you were some child that needed to be put into a timeout.Â
There were many things you loved about Sungchan: His kindness, his dedication to anything he sets his mind to, his eyes, you loved a lot about Sungchan, but there were many things you couldnât stand about him. He was oblivious to the simplest of social cues, he got loud when he was drunk, and the way he comforted people was an absolute joke. If you hadnât known him for more than half your life and shared an apartment with him, you wouldâve ditched him when you two graduated high school.
But you didnât. Now, youâre stuck with a big, dumb roommate who loves telling the men you like that you like them. God, Wonbin was never going to talk to you again after the scene Sungchan caused trying to get him to give you his number. You still can feel the embarrassment hot in your veins, making you lurch forward and finally give his chest a shove that makes him stumble a few steps.
âI wonât chill out! I wonât! What you did was fucking rude!â You yelled, pointing a finger in his face to punctuate your words and get your point across. Sungchan scoffed, turning his head away from you, but you could see his tongue press against the inside of his cheek, making the skin push out slightly. It was a habit of his you had noticed when you two went to parties together in college. Itâs what he does when heâs annoyed and holding himself back, beating someoneâs ass. Itâs a rare occasion for Sungchan to beat someoneâs ass, but when it did happen, it was always deserved. Typically, it would be a drunk guy who wanted to buck up to the biggest guy at the party, a one-sided battle of masculinity that Sungchan always won, no matter who came up to him. Youâve only seen Sungchan throw a punch twice in your entire friendship.
Once, when you were in high school, and the last time was at a party during your junior year of college when a man put his hands on you despite you telling him to fuck off. The other times, he had simply told you about when youâd see him in the kitchen with littered bruises on his body. You think about that night more often than youâd like to admit. Sungchan didnât hesitate to throw a punch for you, knocking the man clean out by the time he was done with him. It lit a fire in you that youâre not proud to admit. There was just something in his eyes that rubbed your brain right. You would never admit it, but were desperate to see that look again. You wanted to see him angry, to watch him lose control no matter how fucked up it sounds.
âGet your hand out of my face,â Sungchan told you firmly, looking you in the eyes to get his point across, but you werenât deterred. You step closer to him, finger still in his face.
âNo. Not until you apologize. Admit it was rude. You were rude.â
âI wasnât fucking rude,â Sungchan argues, swatting your hand down when you donât move it from his face. You bring it back up without a care of the consequences, resulting in a game of him swatting your hand down every time you bring it up.
You two look stupid. Thank God this is in the privacy of your living room.
âYou had no right-â
âYou were never going to talk to him if I didnât! Youâre a chicken-â
âIâm not a fucking chickenââOh my god, donât call me a bird.â
âYouâre such a fucking chicken, dude. Do you remember how long it took you to even talk to Shotaro? Months. âTook you months to even say hi to him, and thatâs because-â
âShut up.â
âThatâs because I had to step it! I was the one to get you to talk to him!â Sungchan continued with a shit-eating grin, voice picking up volume as he leaned down to get closer to you as if you couldnât hear him clear enough, pointing to himself like he had won some kind of award. Your already flushed cheeks begin to heat up when you remember the Shotaro incident of 2022. He always brought up Shotaro, and even if it was just to pick on you playfully, it still struck a nerve. You were more shy than Sungchan ever was, always letting him start the conversations or introduce you to new people. Half of your friends are Sungchanâs friends; half of the people youâve dated are because Sungchan knew them first. Every connection in your life could be traced back to Sungchan, which drove you insane.
âNow, you want to talk all this shit because you got embarrassed I had to step in again and help you get some dick,â Sungchan pressed, his grin turning into a smirk as he nodded at his words, feeling them in his being because theyâre true. You stared at him with contempt, teeth grinding as your fists balled up tightly. âYou should be thanking me. Youâre so ungrateful for everything-â
You lunged at him. You swear you donât have control of your body when you do it, you just throw your entire weight into his chest and hope for the best. Sungchan let out an âOof!â sound when you collided with him, staggering back and hitting the ground with you on top of him. You act as if you two are playfully wrestling, but none of your movements have an ounce of playfulness in them. You straddled his hips firmly as you shoved at his hands harshly to get them away from grabbing you. You knew once he got his hands on you, it was over. Heâd flip you two over, and itâd be done. You couldnât let him win this. You couldnât do it. You had to prove it to him.
You donât know what it was, but you had to prove it.
You grab his hair tightly, jerking his head off the carpet to distract him, tugging hard on the brown locks. Sungchan lets out a yelp that sounds pathetic. His eyes squeezed shut as his large hands wrapped around your wrist to try and pull you off of him.
âNot fair-â He started. You shake his head, eliciting another yelp from him.
âShut up. Shut the fuck up,â You spat at him, shaking him again. His face contorted in pain and confusion, groaning softly as he did what you told him for once. You couldnât believe he actually listened. Truthfully, you didnât think youâd get this far. Youâre not exactly sure what to do next. So, you shake his head again, making him hiss when you tugged harder on his locks. âCanât fucking stand you, you know that? Youâre such a jerk sometimes. Just big, stupid, and taking up space.â You shake his head around with every word, watching him drop his hands and put them up in front of him in faux surrender, but he doesnât say anything. He only whined and grunted when you pulled on his hair harder than usual.
You waited for him to spit something back at you, to call you a coward, to say you needed him, but nothing but pants left his plush lips. You furrow your brows in confusion at his silence. Sungchan was never quiet. You shake him again.
âHello? Say something!â You shake his head again, this time back and forth. You wonât lie. It was fun to have him like this. He acted like some kind of puppet that you were the master of, pulling him around in whichever direction you wanted him to go in, and he just took it. Sungchan sighed in defeat, keeping his eyes shut tightly.
âMy dick just twitched.âÂ
Oh.
âExcuse me?â You couldnât think of anything else to say. Your hands, which had been roughly pulling at Sungchan's hair, suddenly freeze. Your heart pounds in your chest as you gaze down at him, cocking a brow at him. His face is flushed a deep crimson, though whether from embarrassment or something else, you can't tell.
"I said," he starts again, much slower this time, swallowing hard, "My... my dick just twitched."
You blink at his repeated confession, not expecting him to repeat the words. Thereâs a tension growing between the two of you that youâve never felt before, making your throat dry as you stare at Sungchanâs embarrassed face, watching his chest rise and fall as he pants beneath you. Flashes of what heâd look like without his shirt flash in your brain, wondering what sounds heâd make as you sink down on him, how his eyes would look, how the muscles would ripple under hisââJesus Christ, get it together, girl. You remind yourself, clearing your throat down at him.
âLikeâŠSeriously?â Sungchan nods at your dry words, opening his eyes slowly to look up at you. A switch in your brain is flipped when you see his big brown eyes. He looks utterly pathetic like this, hair in your hand revealing his forehead, eyes pleading for something silent, and lips in a perfect soft pout. You wanted to take his picture like the actual definition of pitiful.
You chuckle at him, shaking him again and tugging his hair hard to see if it really did anything for him. He whines again, shutting his eyes as his hands lurch towards your hips, holding tightly with a sharp breath through his teeth. You smirk at his reaction, raising your brows in slight shock it was this easy to get him going. Maybe it was the alcohol, you think. Youâve seen Sungchan shove his tongue down girlsâ throats just mere minutes after he met them, but this is you. Youâre his best friend, his roommate, the girl who beat his ass for talking to her crush for her. You know youâre pretty, and Sungchan is just a man, but youâre still caught off guard by it all.
Your palm still cradled his scalp, thumb lazily tracing small circles at the base of his hairline. Sungchanâs hands on your hips squeeze gently, fingers digging into your flesh just a bit more than necessary and causing a shiver to wind its way up your spine.
Without thinking, you leaned forward and claimed Sungchan's lips in a rough, desperate kiss. His taste was different than any guy you've ever kissed - salty with a hint of beer and lime from the drink he had tonight. You wrapped your hand tightly around the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer to you as your other hand found its way under his shirt to feel his warm skin. You didn't let up when he moaned into your mouth, feeling your touch while he tentatively kissed you back. Your anger turned into desperation quickly as you slipped your tongue into his mouth, tasting him fully now. His lips were soft and plush against yours as they parted slightly to let you in further. You moaned the moment your tongues slid together, digging your nails into his toned chest as he pressed in further, sucking softly on the slick muscle in your mouth.
Sungchan's hands moved up your body, gripping your waist and still pulling you closer. The fabric of your shirt scratching against his rough palms made you shiver with anticipation for more contact. You grind down on him out of instinct, feeling the bulge in his pants grow as he groans against your mouth, wanting more from both of you. His scent filled your senses - a mix of sweat and cologne and something uniquely Sungchan that made you want more.
The sound of his rhythmic grunts filled the room, a mix of desire and surprise in every breath he took. His fingers dug into your skin through your shirt, and you moaned into his mouth once more. Your breath hitched when he bit down on your lower lip gently, making you gasp and whimper into the kiss before breaking it, desperate for air. You gasp softly when you part, watching with hazy eyes as he pants as well, lips slick with spit and typically wide eyes heavy with lust.
You tug at his shirt, nodding before he has any time to say something that will kill the mood.
âTake it off.â
And he listens like a dog, pushing himself up and pulling his white T-shirt over his head, tossing it aside before wrapping his arms around your torso and pulling you flush against him. There are no thoughts in your head right now, only Sungchan, touching Sungchan, kissing Sungchan, fucking SungchanââHoly shit, you were totally going to fuck Sungchan. That hits you harder than you thought it would. Youâve thought about it before. How could you not? Heâs beautiful, kind, and built like a God. Of course, you thought about fucking Sungchan. It was nothing like this, however. Typically, you thought of him having your face pressed into the mattress, back arched, and fucking you from behind like he was getting paid. You wouldâve never guessed youâd be on top, but itâs not like you canât get into it for Sungchan. Youâd do anything for Sungchan.
"Are you sure?" Sungchan whispers against the skin of your neck, his hands finding your hips again to steady you against him, his bare chest warm and firm. You're taken aback for a moment, not expecting the question. But then you realize that heâs always been considerate, even when heâs on the verge of losing control.
"Yeah," you say firmly, the word slipping out without thought and causing heat to flare in Sungchan's eyes.
Without hesitation, you reach for the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head swiftly. The cool air hits your skin, making goosebumps spread across your chest and arms. Sungchan's eyes widen as he takes you in, his gaze making you feel exposed and powerful. You struggle to pull your jeans off, having to crawl off of him to kick them off in haste. You hate how desperate you look but canât bring yourself to care. Sungchan rolls on his side when you crawl off of him, lingering towards you like a lost puppy. His eyes watch as more of your skin is revealed to him, letting out a groan when he sees the smooth skin of your thighs.
Before you have the chance to climb back on top of him, he leans in, kissing the side of your thigh with a moan. You let out a gasp in shock but watched him with parted lips, threading your hands through his hair again as he dragged his lips all over the expanse of your thigh, leaving a trail of glistening spit as he did. He grabs your ankle, pulling you towards him roughly, making you fall back onto the carpet with another gasp. You donât argue for once; you are too invested in what Sungchan will do next, even if you care.
His lips pepper kisses across the inside of your thighs, nipping at the sensitive skin with deep breaths as he inched closer and closer to your core.
He licks his lips as he hooks a long finger in your underwear, pulling them to the side. A moan leaves his lips when he sees your pussy for the first time, looking down at it like heâs looking at a coveted piece of art. You watch him closely, ears turning pink as he lifts two fingers to his lips, licking the tips of them before bringing them down between your legs to rub circles into your clit. His gaze stays on your cunt, watching how the pretty pink flesh moves beneath his fingers, biting his bottom lip when he hears you let out a whine, seeing your thighs tremble at just the slightest touch. Finally, his dark gaze lifts to meet yours.
With his eyes trained on yours, he presses a long finger inside you. A sigh leaves your lips as your eyes flutter shut, gripping the carpet with one hand while the other dug into your side, biting your bottom lip as he pressed another finger inside. You moan this time, feeling your walls begin to stretch for him. You hear him groan quietly, making your eyes open. Youâre immediately met with his gaze that never left your face. He looks like heâs in a trance, staring at you like youâre the most beautiful thing heâs ever seen. You canât tell how it makes you feel, but you feel hot, like youâre boiling from the inside out. It aches, but itâs so intoxicating that you want more of it.
You whimper at how his fingers slickly slide out, then back in, watching him get lost in the sight of your reactions. Youâre so wet for him. Itâs almost embarrassing how wet you got so quickly. You swallow thickly as your chest rises and falls with each pant. His eyes stay on your face as his thumb presses against your clit, rubbing slow circles that make you shiver with a choked-out moan. His free hand cups your jaw, tilting your head back slightly, forcing your lips apart to look deeply into your eyes as he watches you crumble under him.
Feeling emboldened, Sungchan takes his fingers out of you slowly, letting out a long moan when they leave you empty. He lays a line of sweet pecks against your inner thighs, leaving tiny bites and nips on the soft flesh until he reaches the hem of his boxers. With a breathy "Fuck," he tugs them down enough to reveal his hard cock pressing against the fabric. You gulp as it springs from its confines, averting your eyes momentarily before snapping them back up to challenge his gaze. His thick length twitches with anticipation before he guides it towards you, slick with pre-cum leaking from the tip. Your heart stops for a beat before racing wildly in your chest again.
"Wrap your legs around me," Sungchan orders softly, not breaking eye contact even when you hesitate for a second before obeying. He grunts when he feels your folds pressing against his cock, pushing inside without a momentâs hesitation. He slides in so easily, groaning at how smooth the glide inside you is. He sounds as beautiful as he looks, making you moan as well. The way his cock splits your walls apart for him is delicious, to say the least, as a euphoria fills your veins as your walls spasm around him with another moan, this one airier than the one before.
âFuck,â Sungchan curses, fingers digging into the carpet next to your head as he looks down at where your bodies were connected before back at your face. You two lock eyes again, making your heart hammer in your chest harder than before. Still, you meet his gaze with a quiet whimper, hands wrapping around his strong biceps as you bat your lashes at him.
âFeels good, Sungie?â You ask in a too-sweet voice. You rarely whip out for him unless you ask for a favor, like getting something off the top shelf or making him finish your short answer response questions because you donât want to. Sungchan would do anything for you, and youâd do anything for Sungchan. He takes a deep breath at your tone, lips curling into a smirk before he bites his bottom lip, nodding.
Then, his hips roll into yours.
Sungchan's thick cock feels even better than you could have ever imagined, stretching you wide and fulfilling you completely. His hips roll into yours slowly, making you moan and whine beneath him with each gentle thrust. The way he fills you up is mind-numbing, his smirk turning into a grimace as he leans down to capture your lips in a rough kiss.
Your walls clamp down on him at the contact, purposely trying to get more friction between the two of you. Sungchan groans against your lips, slipping his hands under your back and lifting you up onto his lap effortlessly. You gasp into his mouth, feeling his hard chest pressed against yours. Your heart pounds in your chest as he starts to fuck you properly now, eyes closing at the sensation that washes over you. You swear you can feel his heartbeat against your chest, but you convince yourself youâre just dreaming it.
You feel every inch of him inside of you, making your walls tighten around him with every snap of his hips into yours. A tiny sob leaves your lips when he hits that spot inside you that has you seeing stars. You dig your nails into the flesh of his shoulders, jaw-dropping and eyes rolling back at how your body moves like a rag doll and at how sharply his hips snap up into you. He groans into your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin before sucking softly to soothe it with his tongue. You can't help but shudder in his lap; this feels so good that it hurts. His hands hold you in place, one on your waist and the other cradling the back of your head as he takes rough control of the kiss again, teeth scraping against soft skin with every thrust. He pants against your lips, moaning your name softly and how good you make him feel. It's all too much for you; all too real with Sungchan, yet so not real. Youâre fucking your roommate on your living room floorââYouâre fucking your best friend on your living room floor.
Your hands find their way into his hair again, holding onto him tightly as he continues to fuck into you like your his, his lips trailing hot kisses down your neck and over your collarbone. You mewl at the feeling, arching your back into his chest as he hits that sweet spot inside you once more. You could feel the warmth spreading through your veins, making you dizzy with need. The room spins around you as he thrusts harder, faster, deeper into your already aching pussy. His moans mix with yours, their tongues meeting in a messy kiss that speaks volumes about how much you both want this.
Your legs quiver as he takes control of the situation, fingers digging into your skin softly before trailing up to caress your breasts through the thin fabric of your bra. You let out a strangled cry when he pinches at one of your nipples roughly, making you moan into his mouth even more, looking down to watch him work with a breath through your teeth. Your hands' card through the hair on the back of his head, eyes shutting to focus solely on the pleasure coursing through your veins with every drag of Sungchanâs cock against your walls.
"Sun-Sungchan," you whimper. The sound of his name on your lips is like music to his ears. Your body is sweaty and flushed, a beautiful sight for him to feast his eyes upon. He growls lowly when he finally meets your gaze again, heat pooling in your lower belly at the raw desire he displays.
âYouâre so fucking good, baby. âShouldâve fucked you soon, hm?â Sungchan groans, his voice creased with effort as he continues to pound into you. You canât help but respond with a needy whimper, skin burning under his touch as you nod your head dumbly. You feel him everywhere, and it's overwhelming - the way heâs stretched you wide open, the way he feels pushing deep inside of you, the way his hands are holding you in place as if afraid that you'll slip away from underneath him.
Your heart beats furiously against your chest, matching rhythm with the throbbing ache between your legs. You're close, too close, but not quite there yet. Sungchan seems to sense your growing desperation, the flash of triumph in his eyes telling you he knows exactly what he's doing to you. He reaches down and begins rubbing slow circles on your clit again, thumb pressing against the sensitive nub just enough to make you cry out in pleasure.
âYou gonna cum for me?â He whispers against your throat, teeth dipping into your soft flesh, causing a sharp gasp from your lips. You nod frantically in response, words failing you as white-hot pleasure courses through your veins. He laughs softly - a dark chuckle that sends shivers down your spine.
The way you melt against him is intoxicating. He grunts, unable to think straight as he feels his own orgasm building up. His hips move even faster, his cock sliding in and out of your welcoming heat with each thrust. He groans against your skin, panting heavily as he fucks you like itâs his last dying will, wet sounds filling the room that mixes with your pants and moans. You squeeze your eyes shut at the sounds youâre making, cheeks growing more read because of it. Sex is so embarrassing sometimes.
He pulls away from your neck just a little to look into your eyes, panting heavily as they roll back in pleasure. Sungchan's lips curl into a smirk at seeing how lost you get. Your walls tighten around his cock once again as you cum around him, making Sungchan's eyes roll back into his head and tilt his head back with a melodic groan that has you moaning as well. You feel him tremble beneath you as he finally cums inside of you, making you smirk softly as your hands run up and down his back.
You throw your head back and cry out his name, orgasm hitting you hard and fast like a freight train. He watches as you finally hit your peak, jaw-dropping at how gorgeous you look when you feel good. Your walls clamp down around him, and your muscles spasm in ecstasy; even through the haze of pleasure, you feel every drop of his cum spilling into you, the heat of it searing into your core. Your body convulses and shivers under the onslaught of pleasure, your voice breaking on Sungchan's name.Â
Sungchan stays still for a moment longer, his cock still buried deep inside of you. His chest heaves against yours, ragged gasps filling the space between your sated bodies. He blinks slowly, his gaze holding yours captive as he pants out your name. You take his face into his hands with a deep breath, leaning in and kissing his lips without a second though. He moans into the kiss, holding your wrists gently as he does so.
You both stay like that for a while. Bodies joined together in the aftermath of your shared orgasm. The only sounds in the room are your gasping breaths and the rapid beat of your heart pounding in sync. Cautiously, Sungchan pulls out of you gently, making your pussy squeeze around nothing instinctively at the loss, a soft whimper leaving your lips.
He rolls off to one side, pulling you with him so that you're tucked against his side. His arm wraps around you and keeps you close to him, fingers dancing along your sweaty skin lightly. Neither of you speak for long moments, too wrapped up in trying to regain control of your breathing and coming down from your highs even to fathom thinking of words right now.
Eventually, though, Sungchan breaks the silence with a soft whisper, "You okay?"
Your lips twitch into a tired smile against his chest, pressing a small kiss there before nodding. "Yeah," you huff out after a moment, "That wasâŠ"
"Crazy," he finishes for you, making you shut your eyes with a laugh, nodding in agreement.
âYeahâŠThat was crazy,â You whisper, moving your head to rest on his chest to soak up more of his warmth. Your cheek squishes against his chest as you lay there, looking down at his spent cock resting against his thigh. It hits you that youâre both naked and just had sex on your living room floor. This calls for a conversation at the least but you canât drag yourself to start it, completely spent from what just occurred.
So, instead, you close your eyes.
Youâll deal with it in the morning.
#sungchan smut#jung sungchan smut#riize smut#riize scenarios#sungchan hard hours#riize hard hours#sungchan x reader#99woez#riize imagines#riize x reader
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ATEEZ as Disney Princes
Pairing(s): disney prince!ateez x disney princess!reader
Word Count: 14.4k
A/N: The title says it all. I thought it'd be fun to do something like this for the first time, deviating from my usual one member per story format teehee. Special thanks to my one and only, my pookie, @itstheghostofmypast, for helping me decide which Disney princes San, Mingi, and Wooyoung should beđ
ATEEZ MASTERLIST
Hongjoong â Li Shang (Mulan)
âą Leadership âą Discipline âą Protector âą
"The Huns have struck here, here, and here," the senior General Kim pointed to the map, his voice steady and commanding. "I will lead the main troops to the Tung Shao Pass and stop Shan-Yu before he destroys this village. You will stay behind and train the new recruits. When Chi Fu believes you're ready, you will join us, Captain."
"Captain?" Hongjoong repeated, his voice filled with disbelief. This was the moment he had been dreaming of for as long as he could remember. He had trained the hardest and longest among his batch, fighting tirelessly to prove his worth to his commanding officer. It was finally his time to shine and demonstrate his capabilities.
"I believe you will do an excellent job," General Kim affirmed.
"Oh, I will. I won't let you down, sir," the younger man replied with determination.
It was during the Imperial dynasty in China that, as the Huns attempted to invade, the nation plunged into war. Yet, not all hope was lost. The young and fiery Captain Hongjoong was assigned to take charge of the new recruits. He would motivate them and push them to reach their full potential. His ability to inspire and lead by example would soon become evident as he transformed a group of untrained soldiers into a disciplined unit.
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Throughout the training, Hongjoong enforces strict discipline among his soldiers. He sets high standards and expectations, ensuring that the recruits develop the necessary skills and physical conditioning through rigorous exercises. His disciplined approach is crucial in preparing them for the challenges ahead.
You would know this firsthand. Despite your best efforts, you had lost hope, feeling out of place because, at the end of the day, you were not a man. But Hongjoong didn't know that. No one in the camp knew.
"You're unsuited for the rage of war. So pack up and go home," he had said, shaking his head in disappointment as he stalked off.
There was something about him that made you want to fight harder, to prove that you could do what the other soldiers could. To his pleasant surprise, he emerged from his tent the following morning to see your fellow soldiers applauding you for successfully completing the toughest task in the camp.
This was exactly what he wanted to see.
You used to fear him for his harsh and uncompromising behaviour, but now you understand. In the face of war, no one would show you kindness or consideration. Captain Hongjoong was doing exactly what he needed to prepare everyone for that reality.
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"You think your troops are ready to fight?" Chi Fu scoffed. "They wouldn't last a minute against the Huns!"
Hongjoong scowled, clenching his fists. "They completed their training."
"Those boys are no more fit to be soldiers than you are to be a captain. Once the general reads my report, your troops will never see battle," Chi Fu sneered, gesturing for the younger man to leave.
"We're not finished!" Hongjoong called out, grabbing the man's arm.
"Be careful, Captain. The general may be your father, but I am the Emperor's counsel. And I got that job on my own. You're dismissed," Chi Fu said snarkily, pulling open the flap of his tent.
There it wasâthe comment Hongjoong hated most. Being called the son of General Kim. He had heard enough whispers of nepotism, undermining his hard-earned success. He didn't want to be seen as just the general's son; he had worked tirelessly to earn his position.
He stormed out of the tent, surprised to see you standing there. "Hey, I'll hold him, and you punch," you joked nervously, but he frowned and continued walking. "Or not." You bit your lip as he walked away. "For what it's worth, I think you're a great captain."
His steps faltered for a moment, and he turned to meet your eyes briefly. In that fleeting glance, his eyes seemed to show what looked like a hint of appreciation before he continued on his way.
At least someone still believed in him.
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And that someone was⊠a girl.
Hongjoong discovered this during the mountain battle when the Huns ambushed and you saved him. You had lied, fooling everyone, even him. How dare you? How dare you⊠try to save your father's life by volunteering to fight in the war? After the initial feelings of disappointment and betrayal, he realised just how brave you wereâa quality that put cowardly men to shame.
Not only that, your perseverance had ended up saving China, something he couldn't have done without you.
Guilt overwhelmed him after leaving you behind, injured and alone on the snowy mountain, after you had risked your life to save his. The image of you lying vulnerable and exposed in the small tent haunted himâyour hair finally let down, revealing your true identity; your petite frame contrasting with the fabric tightly wrapped around your chest to hide your gender. In his emotional turmoil at the time, he had abandoned you. But if he could do it over, he knew he would have done everything differently to protect you.
That's why he was determined to make up for his mistake by protecting you now, even though he knew deep down that he would have protected you regardless.
"Where is she?! Now she's done it! What a mess! Stand aside! That creature's not worth protecting," the Emperor's counsel screeched, trying to push past Hongjoong, who was shielding you. He gestured toward the destroyed portion of the palace from your earlier battle with Shan-Yu and his men.
The captain stood his ground. "She's a hero."
"She's a woman. She'll never be worth anything."
"Listen, you pompous..." Hongjoong growled, grabbing Chi Fu by the collar.
"That's enough!" the Emperor roared, breaking the two apart. The focus shifted to what was truly important: the fact that the war was finally over, thanks to a certain female warrior.
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While Hongjoong possessed exceptional leadership skills, discipline, and a protective nature, he still had moments of foolishness.
"You, uhh... you fight good."
Was that all he could muster? After everything you had been through together, perhaps you were overthinking it. Maybe he didn't see you in that way at all. Maybe you were just another good soldier to him.
"Oh. Thank you."
Like an idiot, he watched you depart, a sense of longing tugging at his heart. Unbeknownst to him, the Emperor appeared beside him, clearing his throat before speaking, "The flower that blooms in adversity is the rarest and most beautiful of all."
"Sir?" Hongjoong blinked in confusion.
"You don't meet a girl like that in every dynasty," the Emperor remarked, indirectly calling the captain a fool, shaking his head in disbelief before returning to the palace.
Finally grasping the meaning behind His Excellency's words, Captain Hongjoong hastily mounted the nearest horse and rode swiftly to your family estate. He should have recognised the affection he felt for you sooner. Gosh, he truly had been clueless.
He arrived just in time to interrupt your tearful reunion with your father. "Uhh⊠you forgot your helmet!" he stuttered, turning awkwardly to the elderly man beside you, the one you had gone to war for. "W-well, actually, it's your helmet, isn't it? I meanâŠ"
You suppressed a smile, feeling your heart flutter as you understood his obvious reason for visiting. Stepping closer to him, you reached out to accept the helmet. "Would you like to stay for dinner?"
He blushed. "Dinner would be great."
Seonghwa â Prince Charming (Cinderella)
âą Gentlemanly âą Graceful âą Loyal âą
"Miss! Are you alright?" the prince called out after helping you rein in your horse, which had been racing out of control. You huffed in frustration. "I'm fine, but you nearly scared the life out of him."
He frowned, confused. "Who?"
"The stag," you replied incredulously. How could he act so innocent when he and his group had been hunting down a poor creature? "What did he ever do to you to deserve being chased like that?"
His Highness struggled to suppress the smile tugging at his lips. The way you spoke of the animal as if it were a dear friend was endearing, and he could see that you genuinely cared for the animal. Not many girls your age, at least those he had met, would show such compassion. "Miss, what do they call you?"
Your smile faltered, memories of the cruel names your stepmother and stepsisters used flashing in your mind. "It doesn't matter what they call me."
"You shouldn't be this deep in the forest alone," he pointed out.
"I'm not alone. I'm with you, Mister...?" you said lightly, before pausing and glancing at him curiously. "What do they call you?"
Realising you had no clue who he was, he chuckled. "You don't know who I am?" His expression softened when he saw that you truly didn't recognise him. "Well... they call me Seonghwa. At least, my father does when he's in a good mood."
There was something refreshing about meeting someone who didn't know his royal identity, and he felt strangely free at this moment. Determined to keep it that way, he quickly came up with white lies to conceal the truth. Just then, you noticed the group of men who had been hunting with him gallop by, and you swallowed nervously. "You'll leave the stag alone, won't you?"
He paused, captivated by your sincerity and beautyâboth inside and outâbefore nodding slowly. "I will."
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"If I must marry, why not a good, honest country girl?" Seonghwa slyly suggested, posing for his portrait as part of the preparations for the royal ball, where he was expected to find a bride. Ever since meeting you that day in the woods, you hadn't left his thoughts.
The Grand Duke barely held back a chuckle. "And how many strong alliances will this 'good, honest country girl' provide us? How will she strengthen the kingdom? We are a small nation surrounded by powerful states, Your Royal Highness, and it's a dangerous world."
His Majesty sighed at the man's sarcastic tone and approached his son. "Listen, boy. I want to see you safeâand the kingdom secure."
Seonghwa's expression darkened at the gentle rejection. "Alright, Father, but on one condition. Let the invitations go to everyone, not just the nobility. The wars have brought grief to all of us."
That was all it took to set things in motion. "A ball for the people, a princess for the prince," the advisor muttered, unaware of how determined His Highness truly was. His plan to see you again was falling into place.
Days later, as you wandered through the town market, you heard the town crier make the announcement. "Know that in two weeks, a Royal Ball will be held at the palace. At said ball, in accordance with ancient custom, the prince shall choose a bride. Furthermore, by the prince's request, it is hereby declared that every maiden in the kingdom, be she noble or commoner, is invited to attend. Such is the command of our most noble king."
Eager to see the apprenticeâat least, that's what he claimed to beâwhom you'd met in the forest just the other day, you rushed home to share the news with your stepmother and stepsisters, brimming with excitement. But, of course, things were not going to unfold the way you had hoped.
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"You shall not go to the ball!" were your stepmother's cruel words after she ripped apart your mother's old gown.
Yet here you stood, in front of everyone in the grand hall, now adorned in a magical gown and sparkling glass slippers, thanks to your fairy godmother. The prince's face lit up the moment he saw you, gazing at you like you were the most beautiful girl in the worldâand to him, you were. No one could ever compare.
"Mr. Seonghwa," you called softly as the crowd parted, allowing you to approach him. His heart melted at the sound of his name on your lips. "It's you, isn't it?" he asked, smiling. "It is," you replied with a smile of your own.
Gathering his courage, he swallowed nervously. "If I mayâit would be the greatest honour if you'd allow me to lead you in this first dance."
Your heart fluttered, and you nodded. With your permission, he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you close. The proximity made your breath hitch as your hand rested on his shoulder. He spun you around, and for a moment, you caught the eyes of the crowd. "They're all looking at you," you whispered, turning to face him again.
He smiled softly, shaking his head. "Trust me, they're all looking at you." In that moment, nothing else mattered to him but you. Holding you close, he couldn't tear his eyes away, not even for a second. He could stay like this forever.
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"So, you're the prince!" you exclaimed as he led you away from the crowd into a secluded room, offering you both a moment of peace and quiet.
"Not the prince, exactly," he replied with a playful grin. "There are plenty of princes in the world. I'm just a prince."
You chuckled softly. "But your name's not really Seonghwa, is it?"
He laughed. "Oh, it is. My father still calls me thatâespecially when he's not too irritated with me."
As you both shared a laugh, your eyes landed on a portrait hanging on the wall. "Is that you?" you asked curiously, moving toward it.
He sighed. "Ugh, I hate how I look in paintings. Don't you?"
You shrugged. "No one's ever painted my portrait."
He paused, his gaze softening as he looked at you. "No? Well, they should."
For a brief moment, time seemed to stand still as you stared at one another, neither wanting the moment to end. Reluctant to part from you, Seonghwa led you out into the palace garden.
"What's bothering you?" you asked, noticing the flicker of concern in his eyes as you strolled down the grassy paths.
He forced a smile. "When I go back, they'll try to marry me off to a lady of their choosing. I'm expected to marry for political advantage."
You gave him a gentle smile. "But surely you have a right to follow your own heart."
He sighed, wishing that were true. Not wanting the evening to end just yet, he guided you to a hidden spot. "A secret garden," you murmured in awe, stepping into the beautiful, secluded space. In the centre stood a swing, and at his insistence, he pushed you gently, laughing together until one of your glass slippers slipped off.
Like the gentleman he was, Seonghwa immediately knelt down to help you put it back on. Once it was secure, you found yourself sitting close to him, your breaths catching as he remained on his knees, gazing up at you.
"Won't you tell me who you really are?" he asked softly, a hint of desperation in his voice.
You swallowed nervously. "If I do, everything might change."
His expression tugged at your heart. "I don't understand... Can you at least tell me your name?"
You hesitated, then whispered, "My name isâ"
The loud chime of the clock rang out, striking midnight. Panic surged through you. "I have to go! It's... hard to explain. Thank you for a wonderful evening. I've loved every moment!" were your final words as you hurried away.
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"Miss, you are requested and required to present yourself before your king," said the captain of the royal guard, as your cruel stepmother finally unlocked the door to your attic room.
The king...?
That could only mean Seonghwa, with his father having recently passed. Despite your stepmother's desperate attempts to stop you, she could no longer keep you from meeting him. With nervous breaths, you made your way down to the living hall where he waited. Would you be enough? There was no magic to help you now.
"Who are you?" he asked, holding the single glass slipper in his hand.
With a deep breath, you finally spoke your truth. "Your Majesty, I'm no princess. I have no carriage, no parents, and no dowry. I don't even know if that beautiful slipper will fit. But if it does, will you take me as I am? An honest country girl who loves you."
A soft smile spread across his face. His loyalty has only ever been to you and only you from the very beginning. "Of course I will. But only if you will take me as I am."
In that final moment of truth, you sat before him just like that night, and without hesitation, Seonghwa gently slipped the shoe onto your foot. It fit perfectly. After searching the entire kingdom to find you, you were finally here, his at last.
A few days later, you stood beside him in a wedding gown, facing the people as their queen. "My Queen," he whispered, cupping your face amidst the cheers of the crowd.
"My Hwa," you murmured, just before he pressed his lips firmly against yours.
Yunho â Prince Phillip (Sleeping Beauty)
âą Brave âą Romantic âą Strong-willed âą
"We want you to go pick some berries! Lots of berries! But take your time, dear. Don't wander too far, and rememberâno talking to strangers! Goodbye, dear," your three godmothers chimed in unison as you waved them off. They were so charmingly silly, and though you knew they were up to something for your 16th birthday, you played along and agreed to leave the cosy little cottage you'd grown up in.
What you didn't know was that your godmothers were feeling bittersweet. After the celebration, they would be returning you to your true parentsâthe king and queen. They had kept you hidden all these years from Maleficent's curse, and now, believing it was finally safe, they prepared to send you home. Or so they thought.
Completely unaware of this, you happily made your way to the forest where you often spent your days, swinging the empty basket in your hand and singing a familiar tune.
Not far off, Yunho caught the sound of your voiceâthe most beautiful sound he had ever heard. He pulled his horse to a stop, biting his lip in wonder. "What is that? It's... beautiful." Turning toward the source of the melody, he couldn't resist. "Come on, let's go find out."
In his haste to reach you, his horse galloped ahead, easily leaping over a low logâunfortunately, not quite low enough for the prince. Yunho yelped as he was thrown into a shallow pond, landing with a splash. He groaned, unamused, as his horse sheepishly returned, having noticed his rider was no longer on board.
So much for chasing the magical voice. Now he was stuck with wet clothes, needing to dry off before he could continue his search.
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"Why do they still treat me like a child? They never let me meet anyone..." you sighed, speaking to the animals gathered around you. "But guess what? I tricked them. I have met someoneâa prince. He's tall, handsome, and... so romantic. We walk together, talk together, and just before we say goodbye, he takes me in his arms, and then..." you teased with a playful smile. "I wake up."
"Yes, it's only in my dreams."
Pushing aside your wistful thoughts, you continued to sing softly while gathering berries. But to your surprise, another voice joined inâa deep, masculine voice. Before you knew it, a pair of arms gently mirrored the way yours had been swaying in your daydream.
"Oh. Oh!" you gasped, pulling away as you realised this wasn't a dream. A man was standing before you, real and not imagined. Not wanting to frighten you, he kept his distance and bowed politely. "I'm terribly sorry. I didn't mean to startle you."
You blinked, trying to calm your racing heart as you took in his featuresâhe looked exactly like the man you had seen in your dreams. "Oh, it's not that... it's just that you're a..."
As you instinctively stepped back, he gently reached for your hand. "A stranger?" he finished for you, and you nodded. Before you could pull away, he smiled and held on softly. "But don't you remember? We've met before."
"We... have?" you whispered, your voice faltering.
He nodded, a cheeky grin spreading across his face. "Of course. You said so yourself. Once upon a dream."
You couldn't help the smile tugging at your lips as you turned away, amused by how he cleverly quoted your song. At first, you resisted, but soon you found yourself in his arms, dancing to the tune you had been singing. Except this time, you were no longer aloneâyou were dancing with him.
As if caught in a dream, you eventually leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder as the two of you stood beneath a tree, gazing out at the beautiful view. His voice was soft when he asked, "Who are you? What's your name?"
"My name..." you started, staring up into his eyes, momentarily mesmerised by them. You almost gave him your name, but then reality hit youâyou didn't even know him. With a gasp, you pulled away from his hold. "No, no, I can't. IâI have to go! Goodbye!"
Yunho panicked, not ready to let you slip away. Call it love at first sight, but he knew, deep down, you were the one. "But when will I see you again?" he called out, his eyes filled with longing as he watched you retreat into the forest.
"Tonight! At the cottage in the glen!" you blurted out, against your better judgement. Deep down, you couldn't bear the thought of leaving and never seeing him again either.
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"This is the happiest day of my life!" you exclaimed, admiring the beautiful dress and the delicious cake your godmothers had made for you. "Everything is so perfect. Just wait until you meet him!"
"Him? Y-you've met a stranger?" one of the fairies asked, concerned.
You smiled dreamily. "Oh, he's not a stranger. We've met beforeâonce upon a dream."
The fairies exchanged worried glances, their hearts breaking as they realised... you were in love. "Oh no, this is terrible. You're already betrothed."
"Betrothed?" Your heart sank.
"Since the day you were born, dear. To Prince Yunho."
You frowned in disbelief. "But that's impossible! How could I marry a prince? I'd have to be..."
"A princess," they finished for you. "And you are, dear. Tonight, we're taking you back to your father, King Stefan."
Shaking your head, you struggled to process the sudden revelation. "But... I can't! He's coming here tonight. I promised to meet him."
"We're sorry, child, but you must never see that young man again," one of them said softly.
It felt like a cruel joke. Just when you had finally met the man of your dreams, it all crumbled. That night, you cried yourself to sleep, your 16th birthday turning into something far from the magical day you had hoped for. And it was only going to get worse.
With a curse of eternal sleep.
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"Oh, come now, Prince Yunho. Why so melancholy?" Maleficent's sinister voice echoed through the dungeon as he lifted his head, his hands shackled in heavy chains. She had trapped him during his visit to your vacant cottage and now kept him imprisoned on her Forbidden Mountain. "A wondrous future lies before you," she mocked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You, the destined hero of a charming fairy tale come true."
With a wave of her hand over the glowing crystal ball atop her staff, she smirked. "Behold, King Stefan's castle." A vision slowly materialised in the crystal, and his heart sank.
"In the highest tower, dreaming of her true love, lies the princess," Maleficent sneered. "But in a cruel twist of fate, this sleeping beauty is none other than the peasant girl who won your heart just yesterday." Her grin widened as the image shifted. "In an ageless sleep, she rests, untouched by time. A hundred years will pass in the blink of an eye for a steadfast heart."
The crystal revealed an older, wearier version of His Highness. "And now, the gates of the dungeon open, and our valiant prince rides forth, tall and noble, to wake his love with a kissâproving that true love conquers all!"
Her wicked laughter filled the air as the prince surged to his feet, straining against the chains. The revelation hit him hardâyou were his betrothed all along. His heart shattered at the sight of you, cursed to an endless sleep. But he refused to wait idly for a century. No matter the cost, even if it took his life, nothing would stop him from reaching you and breaking the spell.
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Through trials that nearly cost him his life more than once, Yunho pressed on, driven by a love that burned stronger than fear. Every step, every swing of his sword, had been for you. Now, as he climbed the winding staircase of the tower where you lay, his heart pounded louder than it ever had. Strangely, facing you was far more terrifying than battling a dragon or plummeting from a cliff.
What if his kiss didn't wake you? What if he wasn't the one you dreamed of all this time? His mind raced with doubts, but all of them vanished the moment he laid eyes on you.
There you were, peacefully resting, untouched by the passage of time. His breath caught in his throat as he knelt beside you, his hands trembling slightly, almost afraid that if he reached out, you might disappear like a fading dream. Gently, he lifted a hand to brush your hair away from your face, his fingers lingering as they drifted down to caress your cheek. The softness of your skin beneath his touch made his heart clench. God, you were beautiful. Even in this endless sleep, you were breathtaking, and the thought that you were hisâthe one his heart had longed forâwas almost too much to believe.
Ignoring the wild rhythm of his heartbeat, he leaned in closer. He hesitated, his lips hovering above yours, terrified and hopeful. Slowly, he closed the distance, pressing his lips tenderly against yours, his touch as gentle as a whisper. Time seemed to stand still. His entire world narrowed down to that single, precious moment.
Then, something incredible happened. He felt you stir, your lips moving ever so softly in response to his. Tears welled up in his eyes as he pulled back slightly, his gaze searching your face, desperate to see the miracle of your awakening. "Please," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion, "come back to me."
A soft smile played on your lips as your eyes fluttered open. "I'm here, stranger," you murmured. Yunho let out a tearful laugh, pure joy flooding his heart as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in for another kiss. Nothing had ever felt so perfect.
Yeosang â Hercules (Hercules)
âą Strength âą Determination âą Humility âą
A scream pierced the air, and without a second thought, Yeosang urged Pegasus to dive down past the clouds toward the waterfall, where a damsel was clearly in distress. This was itâhis first real chance to prove himself as a true hero. Soon enough, he'd restore his godhood and join his parents back in Olympus.
"I swear, Nessus, put me down or I'llâ" you growled, struggling in the grasp of the River Guardian, a centaur who was supposed to be an ally on your mission for Hades, but he was proving to be more trouble than he was worth.
"Ooh, I like 'em fiery," the creature sneered, pulling you closer as you tried in vain to wriggle free.
The hero-in-training gasped, his blood boiling at the sight of you being manhandled. Not on his watch. Ignoring his trainer's advice to assess the situation, he charged forward recklessly. Phil groaned. "This kid is losing hero points fast!"
"Halt!" Yeosang called out, though his voice wavered when Nessus towered over him. "Excuse me, sir," he continued, much to the centaur's surprise. Who was this polite little pest? "I'll have to ask you to release that young laâ"
You shot him a frustrated look. "Keep walking, junior."
He blinked, confused. "But... aren't you a damsel in distress?"
"I'm a damsel, I'm in distress," you snapped. "I can handle it. Have a nice day." Despite your sarcastic smile, you were still stuck in the centaur's grip, struggling to break free.
Yeosang, however, wasn't one to give up so easily. A bit flustered by your brush-off, he unsheathed his sword. "Ma'am, I think you might be too close to the situation toâ" Before he could finish, Nessus sent him flying across the field.
After several clumsy attempts and a lot of trial and error, he finally managed to free you from the River Guardian's hold, though you both ended up soaked in the river. Quickly, he lifted you out of the water as if you weighed nothing and set you gently on a nearby log. "Oh, gosh, miss, I'm really sorry. That was... kind of dumb."
"Yeah," you replied with a crooked smile, wringing out your hair. Before you could say anything more, he dashed back into the fray. You smirked, amused by his naive determination and innocent sense of righteousness. It had been a while since you'd seen such a genuine do-gooder. "Is Wonderboy here for real?"
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"So, did they give you a name to go with all those rippling pectorals?" you teased, bending over to adjust the skirt of your dress.
The hero's mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water as he stared at you, now bathed in the golden light of the sunset. You were a sight for sore eyesâmore beautiful than Aphrodite herself, he dared to think.
He chuckled nervously, stammering like a shy schoolboy. "Uh, I'mâI⊠uhâŠ"
You smirked, standing back up and retrieving the shoes he had been awkwardly holding for you. "Are you always this articulate?"
"Yeosang!" he blurted out, watching you walk away. "My... my name's Yeosang!"
Making your way to a nearby log to sit down, you glanced up at him with a playful grin. "Yeosang, huh? I think I prefer Wonderboy."
He bit his lip, completely unaware of how poorly he was hiding his emotions. It was obvious to anyone that he was completely mesmerised by you. "So, how'd you get tangled up with that..."
"Pinhead with hooves? Oh, you know how men are. They think 'no' means 'yes' and 'get lost' means 'take me, I'm yours,'" you quipped, your voice dripping with sarcasm. He blinked, clearly confused by your response. You rolled your eyes and gestured toward his trainer. "Don't worry, shorty here will explain it to you later."
Phil shot you an irritated glare, but you just waved him off. "Well, thanks for everything, Yeo. It's been a real slice."
You had barely taken a few steps when the hero called after you again, his voice full of determination. "Wait! Can we give you a ride?"
You glanced at Pegasus and Phil, both clearly unimpressed with you, and smirked. "Nah, I'll be fine. I'm a big, tough girl. I tie my own sandals and everything."
Leaning in, you gave him a quick boop on the nose, chuckling as he stood there with that dreamy smile still plastered on his face. "Bye-bye, Wonderboy."
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You hadn't expected to see him again so soon, but there he was, and you had to act fast. Running up to him, you let out a false cry. "Please! Help! There's been a terrible accident!" You hated dragging him into this, but with Hades holding your freedom hostage, you had no choice. You had to lure him into the trap.
The hero's face brightened the moment he saw you, your name escaping his lips with excitement. After his earlier failure in Thebes, seeing you lifted his spirits. He needed thisâhe needed you.
"Wonderboy! Yeosang! Thank goodness!" you exclaimed, stumbling into his arms with an air of desperation. His grip on you tightened protectively, his eyes wide with concern. "What's wrong?" he asked, his voice full of worry.
Sniffling, you wiped your fake tears away. "Outside of town... two little boys. They were playing in the gorge. There was a terrible rockslide. They're trapped!"
"Kids? Trapped? This is my chance! Come on!" Before you could object, he had already hoisted you onto Pegasus despite your protests. "No, wait! I... I have a terrible fear of heights!" But it was too lateâyou were already in the sky, holding on tightly as the wind whipped past.
When you finally arrived, he noticed how shaken you seemed. His brow furrowed in concern. "Are you okay?"
You nodded weakly. "I'll be fine." But even then, he gently pulled you close, helping you down. The flutter in your chest was unwelcomeâyou shouldn't feel this way. You stayed back, watching as he rushed forward, unaware of the Hydra waiting to destroy him. Hades had set it up perfectly, and this was Yeosang's end. You should have focused on your own survival, but you couldn't help whispering under your breath, "Get out of here while you still can..."
Despite everything, he wasn't deterred. Time and again, he fought against what seemed like a certain defeat, his determination unshakable. Even after facing near death, he refused to give up, ultimately defeating the monster.
As much as you hated to admit it, seeing him fight with such bravery and resolve stirred something inside you. His courage, his powerâit only deepened your admiration for him.
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"Wow, what a day," Yeosang said with a wide grin, descending the stairs into the picturesque garden. "First, that restaurant by the bay, and then the play!" His voice was animated, clearly still buzzing from the events of your date. Meanwhile, you struggled to maintain your smile, Hades' voice echoing in your mind with his latest demand. His patience was thinning after so many failed attempts. Now, he wanted you to find the hero's weakness.
When he turned to you, thanking you for such a wonderful time, you winced inwardly. "Don't thank me just yet," you muttered, setting your plan into motion. You deliberately tripped on the stairs, conveniently falling into his strong arms.
"Oops! Weak ankles," you murmured, biting your lip as you savoured the feeling of being so close to him. His grip was firm yet gentle.
"Yeah? Maybe you should sit down for a bit," he suggested like the gentleman he always was, carrying you over to a bench and setting you down with care. But how long would he stay a gentleman?
You shrugged, letting one of your dress straps slide down your shoulder, flashing him a seductive smile. "So, do you have any problems like this?" you asked, testing the waters as you slowly lifted one leg onto his lap. "Weak ankles, I mean."
His eyes widened, and he cleared his throat, gently but firmly pushing your leg back down. "Oh, no. Not really..." he stammered, inching away while you leaned in closer.
"No weaknesses at all?" you teased, pressing against his chest. "No trick knee? Ruptured discs?"
Yeosang just chuckled nervously, his face reddening. Instead of falling for your flirtation, he reached over and pulled your strap back over your shoulder. "Nope. I'm... fit as a fiddle," he said, quickly moving away toward the fountain, where he clumsily tossed a coin and knocked over a statue.
You sighed, walking over to him. "Wonderboy, you're perfect," you muttered with a teasing laugh. Time seemed to freeze as your eyes met his, a flicker of something different passing between you. Biting your lip, you quickly looked away. Maybe, just maybe, he really was different from the men who had hurt you before.
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"You know, when I was a kid, I would've given anything to be just like everyone else," Yeosang said softly, his eyes tracing the path of a shooting star across the night sky.
You scoffed, crossing your arms as you moved away to sit by the water, staring at your reflection with a bitter frown. "You wanted to be petty and dishonest?" You knew what people were likeâyou were one of them.
His smile faltered. "Not everyone's like that."
"Yes, they are," you whispered, more to yourself than to him.
"You're not like that," he said gently, appearing behind you. You smirked, feeling a tightness in your throat as you tried to keep your emotions in check. "How do you know what I'm like?" you croaked, wishing he'd stop making it so hard for you.
"All I know is you're the most amazing person with weak ankles I've ever met," he teased, his voice full of warmth. You chuckled until he continued, "When I'm with you, I don't feel so alone."
You avoided his gaze, your heart aching. "Sometimes it's better to be alone."
His smile faltered again. "What do you mean?"
You swallowed hard, your voice barely a whisper. "Nobody can hurt you."
He sat down beside you, reaching out to take your hands in his. "I would never, ever hurt you."
If only he knew...
Before you could say anything, he was already leaning in. Against your better judgement, your eyes fluttered closed, anticipation hanging between you. But just as your lips were about to meet, Pegasus and Phil appeared, breaking the moment and pulling Yeosang back to his training.
"I'm sorry for getting you in trouble," you murmured, feeling conflicted.
He just smiled, shaking his head, and handed you a small flower, gently pressing a kiss to your cheek. As he walked away, you were left behindâcompletely a mess.
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"Wonderboy, why did youâŠ?" you croaked, your voice weak after returning from deathâliterally. Yeosang had been crushed when he learned of your betrayal, discovering you had been working for Hades all along. But as you sacrificed yourself to save him, he realised none of that mattered anymore. Why hadn't he thought deeper about your reasons? If only he had understood that maybe you didn't have a choice.
In his selfless determination to exchange his life for yours, he had finally become a true hero. Tears welled up in his eyes as he helped you to your feet, pulling you gently back into his loving arms. "People always do crazy things when they're in love," he whisperedâthe same words you had said to him before your death.
So, he had felt the same all along.
"Now, at last, my son, you can come home," Zeus said, resting a proud hand on Yeosang's shoulder as he gestured to the now-open gates of Mount Olympus. The hero, now a god, beamed as the other gods swarmed him, celebrating his return.
From afar, you watched with a fading smile. Of course, he belonged to a different world. You were foolish to think you could ever truly be with him. "Congratulations, Wonderboy. You'll make one heck of a god," you whispered to yourself, turning to walk away.
But while the heavens rejoiced, Yeosang only had eyes for one person. His heart sank when he saw you leaving. "Father, this is the moment I've dreamed of my whole life, butâŠ" He trailed off, racing after you and catching your hand. "A life without her, even an immortal life, would be empty. I⊠I wish to stay on Earth with her. I finally know where I belong."
And with that, he pulled you into his arms, the divine glow fading as he leaned in, his lips meeting yours at last.
San â Kristoff (Frozen)
âą Down-to-earth âą Hardworking âą Quirky âą
"I was just wondering... has another young woman, maybe the queen, passed through here?" you asked, trying to sound casual, even though the bitter cold from Elsa's winter had you shivering uncontrollably. You were gathering what supplies you could from Wandering Oaken's Trading Post on your journey to find your sister. You needed to fix this, and to do that, she had to return to Arendelle.
"The only one crazy enough to be out in this storm is you, dear," the store owner chuckled, and you offered him an awkward smile. Before you could respond, the door suddenly swung open and slammed shut just as quickly. A man, completely covered in snowâliterallyâstepped in with a weary sigh, shaking off the frost by the entrance.
"You and this fellow," Oaken added, gesturing to the newcomer.
Without a word, the man walked straight to the counter, forcing you to step aside awkwardly. "Carrots," he muttered, stepping closer.
"Huh?" you blinked, confused by how close he was.
"Behind you," he clarified, and you realised you were blocking the carrots he was reaching for. Feeling a bit foolish, you quickly moved aside. "Oh! Right, sorry."
Through his conversation with the store owner, you caught a crucial piece of information. "The North Mountain..." you murmured to yourself, eyes narrowing in thought. That must be where Elsa had gone. At least now you had a leadânorth it was.
"That'll be forty," Oaken said, ringing up the man's items.
"Forty? No, ten," the man countered, clearly unimpressed.
Deep in thought, you barely registered the tense negotiation between the two, both stubborn and unwilling to compromise. You only snapped back when you heard the man explain his dilemmaâhe sold ice for a living, and in this weather, he wasn't making any money. "Look, ten is all I've got. Help me out."
Before Oaken could respond, you jumped in. "Wait, just tell me one thing. What's happening on the North Mountain? Did it seem⊠magical?" There was desperation in your voice.
With an exasperated sigh, the man pulled down his scarf, revealing, to your surprise, a strikingly handsome face. For a second, you had thought him a brute. "Yes! Now back off while I deal with this crook."
Big mistake. The store owner stood up from his seat, towering over the both of you like a giant. "What did you call me?" And before the man knew it, he was tossed out of the shopâminus his carrots.
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"Nice duet," you quipped, pushing open the door to the shack where you heard the man from earlier, now singing and impersonating his reindeer, Sven.
Startled, San jumped up defensively, only to relax with a sigh when he saw it was just you. "It's you again. What do you want?"
Taking a deep breath, you stepped forward with determination. "I want you to take me up the North Mountain."
He remained unimpressed, sinking back down to resume his sleep. "I don't take people places."
You should've known it wouldn't be that easy. "Let me rephrase," you said, tossing a bag at him. He jolted up, wheezing from the impact. "Take me up the North Mountain," you repeated more firmly, though you softened a little as he raised a brow. "Please?"
Sven started sniffing the bag, drawing his attention. San opened it to find the tools he'd been after. You bit your lip. "Look, I know how to stop this winter."
With a sigh, he pulled his beanie over his face. "Ugh, we leave at dawn." Just as you were about to celebrate, he added, "And you forgot the carrots for Sven."
Frustrated but undeterred, you hurled another bag at him, this time hitting him square in the face. He grunted in pain, sitting up again. Your eyes widened in panic. "Oops! Sorry! I'm so sorry! I didn't meanâ" you stammered before regaining your composure. Clearing your throat, you declared firmly, "We leave now. Right now." You turned and marched out, letting out a breath of relief the moment you were out of sight. He really was intimidating.
Unbeknownst to you, he watched you leave, eyebrows narrowed. Not out of anger, but something elseâa mix of mild annoyance and, oddly enough, admiration. You were quite the character.
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"So, uhh, tell meâwhat made the queen go all ice-crazy?" San asked, trying to pry some information as the two of you sat on his sled, the cold winter night biting at your skin.
You gulped, unsure where to begin. "Well... it was kinda my fault. I got engaged, and she freaked out because I'd just met him that day, you know? She refused to bless the marriage and..." You trailed off, noticing the way he was staring at you.
"Wait, hold onâyou got engaged to someone you just met that day?" he asked, his face a mix of disbelief and judgement.
You nodded, waving it off like it was no big deal. "Yeah, anyway, I got mad, she got mad, she tried to leave, and I grabbed her glove..."
He blinked and turned fully towards you. "Hang on! You're telling me you got engaged to a guy you just met that day?"
"Yes," you sighed in frustration. "Pay attention. The point is, she always wore gloves, so I figured maybe she has a thing about dirt or something."
San couldn't believe what he was hearing. You'd agreed to marry someone you'd only met that very day? Even if that someone was a prince, at the end of the day, he was just another man. The idea of it baffled him to no end. He couldn't help the surge of protectiveness that welled up in him. Sure, you seemed a little silly and unhinged compared to the girls he'd met, but you were still an innocent young womanâtoo trusting for your own good. And that could get you in serious trouble.
If judgemental had a face, it was sitting right next to you. "Didn't your parents ever warn you about strangers?"
You paused, the comment sinking in, and shifted uncomfortably, inching away from him. "Yes, they did. But Hans isn't a stranger."
He resisted the urge to roll his eyes. That led to a back-and-forth about how much you really knew the Prince of the Southern Isles. The more you talked, the more San found himself silently shaking his head at your naivety, though he couldn't help but feel a small, growing fondness for you, as crazy as your story was.
Suddenly, he stiffened. "Stop talking."
You scoffed, still mid-argument. "No, noâ"
Before you could finish, he slapped a hand over your mouth. "No, I mean it," his voice tense, eyes scanning the dark forest ahead.
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"Wolves?" you asked anxiously, your heart pounding so hard it felt like it might leap out of your chest. "What do we do?"
"I got this," he said, busy moving around like he knew exactly what he was doing. But your nerves wouldnât let you sit still. "Just⊠don't fall off and don't get eaten."
You frowned, stepping up beside him. "But I want to help!"
"No!" he barked, pulling you back.
"Why not?!"
"Because I don't trust your judgement!"
Your jaw dropped. "Excuse me?"
"Who marries a guy she just met?!" he shouted as he pushed you behind him and kicked away a wolf that had nearly pounced on you.
"It's true love!" you yelled back, swinging his guitar wildly. Startling him, but you managed to knock another wolf away. "Woah!"
Slightly impressed, he froze for a second, but in that moment of distraction, a wolf sank its teeth into his jacket, pulling him off the sled. You gasped, screaming, "Santiago!"
He grunted, grabbing onto the sled's rope, and glaring up at you. "It's San!"
"Ow!" he yelped as the wolves bit into his back. Despite barely knowing him, your heart dropped, hoping he wasn't seriously hurt. In a burst of quick thinking, you grabbed a bundle of cloth, lit it on fire, and threw it at the wolves, scaring them off.
As you regained control, you realised the sled was speeding toward the edge of a mountain. Your breath caught in your throatâthe only way to make it across was if the reindeer jumped. "Get ready to jump, Sven!"
San shot you a look. "You don't tell him what to do. I do!" He shoved a bag into your arms before tossing you onto Sven's back. As you neared the cliff's edge, he shouted and cut the rope tying the reindeer to the sled. "Jump, Sven!"
After landing dangerously close to the mountain's edge, San's sled lay in ruins below, and he muttered something about just having paid it off. The narrow escape from death weighed heavily on you, especially when you saw him lying on the ground, an arm thrown over his eyes in sheer exhaustion. He was so done.
"I-I'll replace your sled and everything in it," you mumbled, guilt creeping into your voice. "And... I get it if you don't want to help me anymore." With a heavy sigh, you turned and started walking away, your heart sinking. Of course, he wouldn't want to stick around now. You'd caused him nothing but trouble, and he hadn't even volunteered to come with youâit was all your fault.
San groaned in frustration, his reindeer nudging him persistently, nodding toward your retreating, disheartened figure. "Of course, I don't want to help her anymore," he grumbled, sitting up. "This whole mess has cured me of ever helping anyone again."
"She'll die out there on her own," Sven's eyes seemed to say.
"I can live with that," San muttered, though his voice lacked confidence.
"But no new sled if she's dead!" The silent reasoning gnawed at him.
He slumped, casting an irritated glare at Sven. "Sometimes, I really don't like you." But as he heard you stumbling and fumbling your way through the snow, likely still trying to reach your sister, he rolled his eyes in dramatic defeat before shouting, "Hold up! We're coming!"
You turned around, your face lighting up before playing it off coolly. "You are? I mean... sure, you can tag along."
He chuckled, shaking his head, though he couldn't quite hide the smile tugging at his lips. Maybe, just maybe, he found you... kind of adorable. In fact, you were probably the most adorable person he'd ever met, if he were being honest. Not that you needed to know that. Hans was a lucky guy... maybe.
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As the journey dragged on, San found himself increasingly drawn to you in ways he hadn't anticipated. He had written you off as reckless, even naĂŻve. But the more time he spent by your side, the more he found himself softening.
It began with the small thingsâyour silly jokes, the way you smiled at him even in the direst of situations, and the surprising concern you showed for his struggling ice business, despite the weight of your own problems. A part of him tried to deny it, chalking up his protectiveness to simply being a decent person. Yet, as the days went on, the truth became harder to ignore, especially as you started to weaken.
The first time he truly noticed was when you faltered, clutching your chest as the icy curse gripped you. His heart clenched painfully at the sight of you, pale and fragile in a way that scared him. At first, he didn't understand what was happeningâuntil he saw the streaks of white creeping into your hair. His stomach twisted in fear as he watched you shiver uncontrollably.
San tried to fight it at first, keeping his feelings hidden behind casual smiles and forced reassurances. He'd wrap you in his cloak, telling himself that he was just looking out for you like anyone else would. But inside, he was terrified. Each time you winced or stumbled, the protective instinct inside him flared, and it became harder to ignore. He wanted to hold you, to keep you safe, but he told himself that keeping his distance was for the best.
Until it wasn't.
After watching you grow weaker, he couldn't stand it any longer. You were so cold, so frail, barely able to keep yourself upright. Your hair had turned almost entirely white, and the violent shivering never stopped. When you could no longer walk on your own, San didn't care anymore. He scooped you into his arms without hesitation, cradling your fragile body against his chest. Your icy fingers clung weakly to his sleeve, barely able to hold on.
Perhaps the trolls had been right. Maybe what you needed was true love's kiss. The thought sent a wave of fear through him, not because he doubted it, but because he wanted it to be him. Holding you close, trembling as he tried to keep you warm, he swallowed hard, fighting back the lump in his throat.
"We've got to get you back to Hans," he whispered, though the name felt like a sharp blade twisting in his chest.
"A-are you g-gonna be okay?" you asked, voice weak and trembling as you struggled to stay conscious. Your eyes fluttered open, full of worry, and San's heart ached even more.
He forced a smile, though the pain in his chest was undeniable. "Don't worry about me," he said, though the crack in his voice betrayed him. He couldn't tell you the truthâthat the very thought of giving you to Hans was tearing him apart.
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As he left the castle gates, his arms now empty without your fragile form, the weight of his feelings bore down on him, suffocating. Even Sven could sense it. His reindeer nudged him softly, as if to say, you can't let her go.
San clenched his jaw, shaking his head at the reindeer's knowing gaze. "No, Sven! We're not going back! She's with her true love."
But none of that mattered the moment he noticed the fierce snowstorm suddenly engulfing Arendelle. His eyes widened with panic as he realised something was terribly wrong. Without a second thought, he sprinted back toward the castle, his heart racing, your name ripping from his throat as he shouted through the howling winds.
Snow and ice whipped through the air, blinding San as he fought against the wind, desperately searching for you. His heart pounded in his chest, each beat louder than the roar of the storm. Then, through the blizzard, he saw youâa frail figure swaying weakly amidst the violent storm.
His breath hitched, a strangled cry escaping him as he realised how dire your condition was. Your hair was completely white, and your skin had started to turn into a translucent blue, as if turning to ice. Panic surged through him, and without hesitation, he dashed toward you, every muscle in his body straining against the storm.
You took tiny, shaky steps towards him, your voice barely audible above the howling wind. "San..." The way you uttered his name sent a jolt through him, a painful reminder of just how close he was to losing you. He pushed himself harder, the distance between you seeming to stretch endlessly.
"Hold on!" he shouted, though he wasn't sure if you could hear him over the storm. He could see the effort it took for you to move, each step a struggle against the encroaching ice.
Just when he thought he might finally reach you, you changed direction abruptly. His heart stopped as he watched you rush towards your sister, trying to protect her from Hans. The realisation hit him like a thunderclap: in your attempt to shield your sister, you were sacrificing yourself.
He watched in horror as you turned completely into ice, your form crystallising before his eyes. The storm seemed to quiet for a moment, a heavy silence descending as you stood there, frozen.
Desperation clawed at him, and he fought through the storm to reach you. When you returned to your normal state, he was already there, cradling you in his arms. He refused to be a coward again, not after everything you had been through. The fear of losing you was unbearable, and he was determined not to let go.
Holding you close, he buried his face in your hair, breathing in your warmth, feeling your heartbeat against his chest. "I'm not letting you go," he whispered fiercely, his voice breaking with emotion. "Not now, not ever. If you'll let me, I'll hold you close forever."
His heart ached as he clung to you, the world around him fading into insignificance. The storm may have raged on, but in that moment, all that mattered was you.
Mingi â Flynn Rider (Tangled)
âą Charm âą Wit âą Adventurous âą
"Is this⊠hair?" Mingi croaked in confusion as his eyes fluttered open to the unexpected realisation that he was tied up. The last thing he remembered was climbing up a tower hidden in the forest to escape from the royal guards and the Stabbington brothers.
"StrugglingâŠ" came a feminine voice from somewhere in the shadows. "Struggling is pointless."
He furrowed his brows. "Huh?"
"I know why you're here, and I'm not afraid of you," you said, gripping your frying pan tightly as you slowly emerged from your corner and finally stepped into the light.
Oh me, oh my. What do we have here?
The intruder looked genuinely confused as he took a moment to register your appearance. You were a sight to behold, that much was undeniable, but you were also threatening him with a kitchen tool, and truthfully, he wasn't very into that.
"Who are you and how did you find me?" you asked, glaring at him.
But man, were you beautiful.
"Uh huhâŠ" was all he could muster.
Frustrated, you repeated yourself, raising your weapon higher. "Who are you and how did you find me?"
Clearing his throat, he began his rehearsed speech for situations like this. He had yet to meet any lady who wouldn't fall for his charms. As much as he would love to hang around, he had more important things to do. "I know not who you are nor how I came to find you, but may I just sayâŠ" He looked down momentarily, then met your gaze again with a rather... questionable expression. "Hi. How you doin'? The name's Flynn Rider. How's your day goin', huh?"
To his surprise, your hostility persisted. "Who else knows my location?" you demanded, aiming the pan at him.
Man, how did the smoulder not work?
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Mingi let out a long sigh, staring ahead in exasperation as you ran circles around him with boundless enthusiasm. Lord, how did he get himself into this? He was stuck in this ridiculous situation because he needed the crown he had just stolen from the palace. The deal was simple: he would take you to see the lanterns and bring you back.
But he had no time for that.
Determined to avoid the whole ordeal, he hatched a foolproof plan. He would take you to the Snuggly Duckling, a tavern with a motley crew of thugs and ruffians. Surely that would scare you off.
As you twirled around, he muttered under his breath, "This is going to work. It has to work."
You paused mid-spin. "Did you say something?"
"Nothing!" he replied, forcing a smile. "Just⊠thinking about how much fun we're going to have."
He let out a sigh of relief as the Snuggly Duckling came into view. He couldn't help but grin at the look of horror that flashed across your face when you saw the rowdy tavern. This was going perfectly.
"You don't look so good, blondie. Maybe we should get you home, call it a day. This is a five-star joint, after all. If you can't handle this place, maybe you should be back in your tower," he said, trying to sound sympathetic while suppressing a smirk.
Just as he thought his plan was working, Mingi cursed under his breath as the main door slammed shut, and a burly man pressed a "Wanted" poster of him against it.
"Is this you?" the man growled, squinting at the poster.
Crap, crap, crap. This is not good.
The thief's eyes widened in dread as he moved the man's finger off the painting of his nose. His heart sank even further. They had gotten his nose wrong... again.
"Now they're just being mean," he muttered to himself, more upset about the artistic injustice than the actual danger he was in.
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The last thing Mingi expected happened. As the thugs closed in, you suddenly began to sing a silly little song about having a dream. At first, he stared at you in disbelief, but then something miraculous happened. The roughest and toughest of the bunch started to join in, swayed by your infectious innocence and charm.
A reluctant smile soon spread across his face. As impractical as it seemed, your innocence had saved you both. "I can't believe that worked," he muttered, watching the formerly hostile crowd now swaying together harmoniously.
But the relief was short-lived.
The doors burst open, and royal guards flooded the tavern. "There he is!" one of the guards shouted.
"Time to go!" He grabbed your hand, pulling you towards a hidden exit. The chase led you to a dangerous cave, the sound of the guards echoing behind you.
The thief's adventurous spirit shone brightly as he led you through perilous situations, always thinking on his feet and embracing the thrill. He expertly navigated the cave, his confidence never wavering even as the path grew treacherous.
But things took a dire turn when the cave began to collapse. Rocks tumbled down, trapping you both under the debris. Water started to fill the cave, and panic set in. Despite his fear, he remained focused. He pulled you out of the water when you dipped back under, refusing to let you drown.
"Hey, there's no point. It's pitch-black down there," he said, gently moving some hair out of your face, his eyes filled with a rare vulnerability.
You felt a pang of guilt as you saw the hopelessness in his expression. "This is all my fault," you whimpered. "Mother was right. I never should have done this. I'm so sorry, Flynn," you cried.
He sighed, gazing at you sobbing pitifully before whispering, "Mingi."
"What?" you turned to look at him, confused.
"My real name is Song Mingi. Someone might as well know."
You smiled softly through your tears. "I have magical hair that glows when I sing."
His eyes widened in exasperation. "What?"
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Just as he thought he couldn't possibly be more amazed, his admiration and affection for you only grew. He watched in awe as you healed his injury with your glowing hair, the pain ebbing away under your touch. Listening to your story, he saw the depth of your courage and determination, traits he deeply admired.
For the first time in his life, Mingi felt comfortable enough to open up about himself. He let down all the walls he had built over the years, sharing his dreams, fears, and the loneliness that had always shadowed him. Something had changed since then, and neither of you had been more certain about your feelings for each other than on the night of your birthday.
He had kept his promise and taken you to see the lanterns. As you both floated on the water, surrounded by the magical glow of thousands of lanterns, he realised that seeing you happy meant more to him than the riches he had dreamed about for so long. This moment, this connection, youâmattered more than anything.
The thief realised that none of the money or recognition would ever mean anything if it meant being without you. Perhaps Flynn Rider was so much more than just a witty and adventurous prince; he was also a romantic at heart. This truth became painfully clear as he prepared to sacrifice his own life to free you, the love of his life, from the clutches of your kidnapper.
On the verge of his own death, he made a heartbreaking decision. He would rather cut your hair, stripping it of its magical properties before you could save him, than allow Mother Gothel to use you any further. With a swift motion, he severed your once-blonde hair, watching as it returned to its original colour.
"Mingi!" you cried, watching in despair as the magic faded. You pulled him into your arms, cradling his face. "No, no, no. Mingi," you pleaded desperately. "Look at me. I'm right here. Don't go. Stay with me."
He smiled weakly, his strength fading. He cupped your face with a trembling hand. "You were my new dream."
Your heart shattered as tears streamed down your cheeks. His hand fell limp beside him, his eyes closing as his life slipped away.
"And you were mine," you whispered, your voice breaking as you held him close, the pain of losing him overwhelming.
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But things took a miraculous turn. Your magic, which had always been tied to your hair, still remained in the essence of your tears. As you cried over him, a single tear fell onto his face, glowing brightly before seeping into his skin.
Suddenly, his breath hitched, and his eyes fluttered open. Life returned to him as the magic worked its way through his body. You gasped, pulling him closer, barely able to believe what was happening.
"Mingi!" you exclaimed, joy and relief flooding your heart.
He looked at you, his eyes filled with wonder and gratitude. "You're magic," he whispered, holding you tightly. Without another word, he pressed his lips firmly against yours, pouring all his love and thankfulness into the kiss.
As he held you close, he silently thanked the heavens for granting him a second chance at life. He vowed to start over and be a better person for his princess. At that moment, everything felt right, and he knew that his new life with you would be the greatest adventure of all.
Wooyoung â Aladdin (Aladdin)
âą Energetic âą Street-smart âą Charismatic âą
"Hey! You there, stealing from my brother!" the merchant barked through the bustling market as you handed two starving children the bread you had taken.
You blinked, caught off guard. "Stealing? No, Iâ"
"You either pay, or I take the bracelet," he sneered, his hand reaching for your mother's bracelet clasped around your wrist. "Let go of me!" you cried, struggling in his grip.
Before the situation could escalate, someone swooped in and pulled you free, placing you protectively behind him. "Easy, Jamal," the young man said calmly, trying to diffuse the situation. But the merchant only glared at you. "Kalil turns his back for a moment, and this one," he jabbed a finger toward you, "steals the bread!"
You huffed in frustration. "Those children were starving!"
The young man sighed, turning to you and lowering his voice. "Do you have any money?" You shook your head. He smiled softly, then gripped your bracelet. "Okay, trust me." Something in his gaze made you feel secure, so you didâagainst all odds, you trusted him.
You watched in disbelief as he removed your bracelet and handed it over to the merchant. "Here, this is what you wanted, right?"
The merchant grinned, satisfied. "Yeah, thank you!"
"And here's an apple, for your troubles," the young man added with a grin, tossing the merchant a fruit before quickly pulling you away, ignoring your protests. "Hey! I'm not leaving without my bracelet!"
He pulled you closer as you hurried through the market. "You mean this bracelet?" he murmured, revealing the very same bracelet in his hand. Instantly, your worry melted. "Come on."
As you both moved, you suddenly heard the merchant shout behind you, "Wooyoung! Jung Wooyoung! Thief!"
You turned, your breath catching. "Are we in trouble?" you asked. He smirked, his confidence unwavering.
"Only if we get caught."
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"I can't believe..." you trailed off, staring at the breathtaking view from his balcony. "I can't believe we actually did that. That I did that. That we made it out alive!" you exclaimed, still reeling from the intense chase that had led you here. You couldn't shake the memory of him holding your hands, guiding you to safety.
"Thank you... for getting me out of there. Wooyoung, right?" you smiled bashfully, and he rubbed the back of his neck, a little shy. "You're welcome..." he gestured toward you, waiting for your name.
You froze for a split second. "I... I'm Dalia," you blurted out, using your handmaid's name as a cover. No one could know your true identityânot even him.
"Dalia... from the palace," he said, his tone more knowing than surprised. You stayed silent, your back to him. How did heâ "Only someone from the palace could afford a bracelet like that," he continued. "And that silk? It's imported, comes straight to the palace from the merchant ships. But not for most servants, which means... you're the handmaid to the princess."
You sighed, finally turning to meet his eyes, a small smile on your lips. "Impressive."
"If you think that's impressive, you should see the city from up there," he said, pointing to the second floor of his humble home. You didn't need to be told twice and eagerly headed up. "Agrabah... it's beautiful. I really should get out more."
He chuckled. "You should tell the princess that." Your smile faded slowly. "The people haven't seen her in years."
Your fists clenched slightly. "They won't let her. Ever since... the queen was killed, the sultan's been terrified. She's kept locked away."
He looked down, a touch of sadness in his voice. "Seems like everyone's been living in fear since then. But the people of Agrabah loved her. The queen."
Your heart warmed at his words. "They did, didn't they?"
As the conversation shifted to his past, you were saddened to learn of the hardships he had endured. He sighed deeply. "Every day I hope things will change, but it never seems to. Sometimes, I feel like I'm just..."
"Trapped," you finished for him, your voice soft. "Like you can't escape what you were born into?" He nodded, meeting your gaze. For a moment, you thought you could trust him. But that hope wavered when he struggled to return your bracelet at your departure.
"So you are a thief," you said, your voice tinged with disappointment. "I'm so naive."
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"But Dalia, I was born for more than just marrying some useless prince!" you argued after meeting yet another potential suitor from Skanland that afternoon.
Your handmaid sighed. "If you had to marry a useless prince, you could certainly do worse than this one. He's tall, handsome, and yes, a bit dim, but it's just a marriage. Although, I suspect you'd rather marry that boy from the market," she finished, and you scoffed.
As she went off to prepare your bath, there was a knock at your door. With a frown, you opened it. "Can I help you?" you asked, and the person turned around. Your eyes widened in shock. "You? You! What are you doing here? Get in here!"
Wooyoung smirked. "I came to return your bracelet."
"My bracelet? Where is it?"
"On your wrist," he replied, and you gasped, glancing down to see it securely in place. "Wait, how did you get past the guards?" you asked in disbelief.
He grinned mischievously. "That was tricky, but I have my ways. While the princess is out, how about a stroll? We can chat."
You crossed your arms, half-irritated, half-amused. "You are unbelievable," you muttered, annoyed at his audacity but even more so at how attractive he was. "You can't just break into the palace and act like you own the place!"
"If you don't have anything, you've got to act like you own everything," he shrugged, flashing a grin. You stared at him, realising you'd never met anyone like himâbecause no one was like him. "So, what do you say?"
"No! You need to leave, now!" you insisted, pushing him toward the door.
"Fine, but I'm coming back tomorrow," he said confidently. "Meet me in the courtyard by the fountain when the moon is above the minaret." He gestured behind him, and before you could react, he removed your hair clip, waving it teasingly. "To return this."
Your breath caught when he leaned closer, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. His voice was a whisper. "I promise." Perhaps you were a fool; you should have known better than to believe him.
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The next time you saw him, you barely recognised him, thanks to the Genie's magic. He was now Prince Young of Wonderlandâa clumsy prince who seemed to be trying to "buy" you with his riches, or at least that was what he said, as he awkwardly stumbled over his words. His first impression was far from impressive, and despite his best efforts, nothing he did seemed to win you over.
After countless failed attempts, he finally realised what he needed to do: just be himself. "There's a whole world beyond these books and maps. You should see it."
"How? Every door is guarded," you replied, a bit wistful.
"Who said anything about a door? Sometimes, princess, you just have to take a risk," he said with a grin before climbing over your balcony and leaping off. You gasped, your hands flying to your mouth, heart in your throat. "What just happened?"
Moments later, he reappeared on a floating carpet. You sighed in relief. "Is this�"
"A magic carpet? Yes," he smirked, offering his hand. "Do you trust me?" Your heart skipped a beat as those words echoed something familiar. "What did you say?" you croaked. He repeated, his eyes steady on yours. "Do you trust me?"
You hesitated before nodding and placing your hand in his. "Yes."
As the carpet soared over a village, you watched the people below celebrating around a fire. You smiled as the prince draped his coat around your shoulders. "Of all the places you've shown me, this is the most beautiful."
"Sometimes, you just have to see it from a different perspective," he replied. You shook your head gently. "No, it's themâthe people. They make it beautiful. And they deserve a leader who understands that. I don't know why I think it could be me."
He turned to you, his expression sincere. "Because it should be you."
"Do you really think so?" you asked softly. He reached out, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, and for a moment, you froze. Only one other person had done that beforeâ
"Does it matter what I think?" he asked, breaking the spell.
By the end of the night, you learned he was who you had suspected all along, though you were now convinced he had been a prince from the start. Wooyoung, caught up in the joy of the moment, kissed you goodnight, only to later drown in constant guilt and worry that the lie he was still hiding could ruin everything.
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But none of that mattered when you discovered it had all been a lie. Even caught up in the battle against Jafar, Wooyoung was still the one you trusted most. And you knew you were right to trust him because, despite the difficult situation, he chose to return to your side and protect you. His actions proved his genuine care for you.
Your feelings for him deepened when he made his third and final wish. Instead of using it to abolish the law that required the princess to marry royalty, he selflessly used it to free the Genie.
"You shall be the next sultan," your father said. "As sultan, you can change the law." He gestured to where Wooyoung had stood moments earlier, but now he was gone. Your heart sank, and your father gently nudged you. "Go after him before it's too late."
And you did just that.
Breathless, you found him only a few steps outside the palace, your hair clip still in his hands. "Stop, thief! Your sultan commands it!" you called after him, your tone teasing.
He turned, biting his lip and holding up the clip. "Sultan? Does that mean I'm in trouble?"
Your heart fluttered at those familiar words. With a smile, you approached him. "Only because you got caught," you whispered before kissing him. The crowd around you erupted in cheers as he pulled you close, returning your kiss with equal passion. At that moment, he realised his wish had come true after all.
Jongho â Prince Eric (Little Mermaid)
âą Kind-hearted âą Brave âą Dependable âą
"Max! Come here, boy," the man on board called out to his dog, who had momentarily been distracted by your presence near the side of the ship. Your eyes widened as you took in his striking featuresâhe was human. You'd never seen one this closely before.
Carefully staying hidden, you continued to watch as an elderly man stepped forward to quiet the crew. "Silence, silence. It is now my honour and privilege to present our esteemed Prince Jongho with a very special, very expensive, and very large birthday present," he announced, gesturing toward a massive object draped in cloth at the center of the ship.
"Ah, Grimsby, you old beanpole, you shouldn't have," said the handsome man, whose name you now know to be Jongho and that he was... a prince.
The old man smiled bashfully. "I know. Happy birthday, Jongho." With that, the cloth was pulled away to reveal a heroic statue of the prince. Instead of reacting as Grimsby had likely hoped, the prince grimaced slightly. "Uh, gee, Grim..." he cleared his throat awkwardly. "It's, uh... really something..."
"Yes, I commissioned it myself. I had hoped it would be a wedding gift." Grimsby's tone was hopeful, but Jongho just chuckled. "Come on, Grim. Don't start. You're not still upset that I didn't fall for the Princess of Glowerhaven, are you?"
"Oh my, it's not just me. The entire kingdom wants to see you happily settled down with the right girl."
Jongho smiled, leaning against the railing. "Well, she's out there somewhere. I just... haven't found her yet. But trust me, Grim, when I do, I'll know. It'll hit me, like lightningâno question about it."
Your heart fluttered as you listened from just below. You'd never felt this way about any merman, but you wanted to be that girl for him. He seemed so near, yet impossibly far at the same time.
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Perhaps he shouldn't have said those wordsâmaybe he jinxed it. What started as a cheerful celebration turned into chaos within seconds, as lightning struck and set the ship ablaze.
You watched anxiously from the sidelines, praying he'd be alright. But your heart sank when you saw him dive back into the ocean from a lifeboat, only to return to the ship to save his dog. Though he managed to rescue the pet, he put himself in grave danger, trapped as the ship exploded. Gasping, you swam toward him, just in time to see him weakly cling to a plank before slipping into the water.
Without hesitation, you dove in, gripping his larger frame and fighting through the waves to bring him to the surface. With sheer determination, you swam to shore, finally laying him on the sand as the sun began to rise.
"Thank goodness, he's still breathing. He's... beautiful," you whispered, gently brushing his wet hair and caressing his cheek. As you sang softly, a familiar tune you'd often hum when dreaming of life on land and now... of him, you saw his eyes flutter open. He smiled at you, placing his hand over yours.
Before you could say a word, you heard Grimsby's voice echo along the beach. In a flash, you were gone before Jongho could fully grasp what had happened.
"Jongho! Oh, Jongho! You really enjoy testing my poor heart, don't you?" the old man grumbled, helping him up.
"A girl... she saved me. She was singing... with the most beautiful voice," the prince murmured dreamily, his eyes still scanning the horizon. Grimsby chuckled. "Ah, Jongho, I believe you've swallowed a bit too much seawater."
You watched from afar, your heart aching as they walked away. Did he feel the same way you did? Was this... love? Because you missed him already.
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Humming the melody that had lingered in his mind ever since you rescued him, Jongho was interrupted by the sudden arrival of his dog. Max sprinted across the sandy beach, barking and leaping excitedly at his owner. "What's up, boy?"
The dog darted forward, and without hesitation, he chased after him. You gasped when Max ran up to you, quickly scooting back onto a rock to keep your distance from the unfamiliar animal.
"Max? What's gotten into you?" the prince's voice called out as he appeared, just in time to see his dog circling you. His breath caught when his eyes landed on you. "Oh... I see."
"Are you alright, miss?" he asked softly, stepping closer. "I'm sorry if this troublemaker scared you. He's harmless, I swear..." His voice trailed off as he looked from his dog to meet your eyes. "You look... familiar. Have we met before?"
You nodded immediately, a beaming smile lighting up your face.
"It's you, isn't it? The one I've been searching for," he murmured, gently taking your hands in his. "What's your name?"
But when you opened your mouth to speak, no sound came out. That's when it hit youâyou had given your voice to Ursula in exchange for legs, and now had only three days for Jongho to kiss you with true love's kiss, or else you'd belong to the sea witch for an eternity.
"What's wrong?" he asked, concerned. You pointed to your throat, shaking your head. "You can't speak? Oh..." His expression fell. "Then you can't be the girl I thought..."
Frustrated, you frantically waved your hands, trying to show him that you were the one. In your desperate movements, you lost your balance and stumbled forwardâright into his strong arms.
"Woah, careful!" he said, holding you close to steady you.
For a moment, the world seemed to freeze as the two of you stood still, his arms wrapped securely around your waist while your hands clung to his shoulders. He gazed into your eyes, his expression softening. "You've been through something, haven't you? Don't worryâI'll help you."
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Despite finding your quirks a bit odd, Jongho couldn't help but be charmed by your playful nature. On top of that, you were easily one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. He had noticed it when he first met you, but after the maids had cleaned you up and dressed you like a princess, he could barely tear his eyes away. For a moment, he even forgot about the girl he had been searching for, now looking forward to spending the next day showing you around town.
Time flew by, and your second day on land seemed to pass in the blink of an eye. You wandered through the streets together, hands intertwined, sharing meals, dancing, and laughing. Each moment felt magical, filled with heart-fluttering closeness that made it feel like the two of you were already a couple. It was the best day of your life, a world apart from anything you'd ever known. It would've been perfectâif only he would just kiss you.
But there was still time, and you held on to hope. That evening, he took you on a romantic boat ride, and it felt like the moment was finally about to happen. He leaned in a few times, but each time, he hesitated, as if reminding himself you werenât the one he thought he was looking for. Your heart sank with every pause. Still, after learning your name and feeling a deeper connection, he came so close...
Close enough for Ursula to interfere.
That night, he stood outside, looking melancholy as he hummed the same song that had haunted him since he was rescued. "Jongho, if I may," Grimsby said gently, approaching him. "Sometimes, the best match isn't a dream girl, but someone of flesh and bloodâsomeone warm, caring, and right before your eyes," he suggested, gesturing toward your room, where you were absentmindedly brushing your hair with a fork once again.
Jongho chuckled softly, shaking his head at your antics. Perhaps Grimsby was right. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if you weren't the girl he had been searching for... after all, you made him happy. But before he could think further, a woman named Vanessa appeared, casting him under a spell that blinded him to everythingâespecially you.
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Wiping away your tears, you knew you had to find a way to get to him. Your heart was shattered when you heard he was marrying another woman, but deep down, you should have known something was off. Of course, it was the sea witch and her wicked schemes.
Thankfully, Max, the loyal dog, seemed just as frustrated with Vanessa as you were. He aggressively tugged at her dress, refusing to leave her alone. In the chaos, her seashell necklaceâthe one that held your voiceâfell to the ground and shattered. At last, the spell was broken, and you could speak again. The moment Jongho heard your voice, recognition filled his eyes. "You're the one. It was you... all along."
You nodded, your voice trembling with emotion. "Yes, Jongho. I've been trying to tell you."
"No! Stay away from her!" Vanessa screamed, but the prince ignored her, pulling you close and leaning in to kiss you. Before he could, you gasped, falling to the ground as your legs transformed back into a tail. Ursula's wicked laughter echoed as she returned to her true form, slithering towards you and grabbing hold. "So long, lover boy," she hissed.
His heart nearly stopped as he watched the witch drag you into the depths of the sea. But he wasn't about to lose you again. This time, he would fight with everything he had to save you.
And he did. The battle was fierce and exhausting, but he remained determined. Jongho cleverly commandeered a ship and steered it straight into Ursula, risking everything to put an end to her reign of terror.
Even in his exhaustion, he didn't rest until he found you. This time, you had legsâreal, permanent onesâgranted by your father after seeing the love you shared. And when he finally reached you, he pulled you close, refusing to let go. "I'm sorry I made you wait so long, but I'm yours now if you'll have me."
I'm aware the format for each story is kinda inconsistent HAHA but that's because this has been in the works for a while now, and the time taken to finish these one by one was long enough for me to develop a new style for nearly every story when I get to them.
Not sure if this was any good. While proofreading, I realised there's a chance this might not make much sense for readers who have not watched these movies. But y'all, let me know your thoughts! <3
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Pairing: heeseung â„ reader
Warnings: smut, cheating, stepson, stepmom, taboo relationship, dry humping, unprotected sex, oral, anal sex, fingering, cum eating, lube, cursing, mentions of contraceptives, mommy kink-ish, no plot.
Genre: 18+, step relationship, taboo. Not proofread.
WC: 4,823k
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âCome on, Mommy,â heeseung chuckles while standing behind you, caging you between the kitchen counter you were preparing dinner on and his slim body.
His dadâs at work, youâre home alone, and even though you shot him down countless times in the past, he figured heâd try again now since you two had the place all to yourselves for the next few hours.
Call him shameless for trying to take his dadâs woman, but he doesnât care. His dad never treated you right anyway, so why should he respect him when he canât even respect his wife?
âPlease,â he whines next to your ear. Despite his closeness, he keeps all parts of his body off of you, giving you your space well, somewhat, anyway. âHeâs gone, baby. Itâs just you and me,â he smiles, blowing a gust of air against your cheek, making you shiver. âCanât be a bad mom and say no to your stepson, can you?â
âHeeseung, quit it.â You pushed his arm away from your body, breaking out of the cage he had trapped you in and grabbing a pot from the cupboard to put your ingredients on the stove with.
âWhy?â He whines like a little kid and follows you around the kitchen like one too softly tugging on your dress to get your attention.
âIâm telling your father if you donât stop,â you tell him sternly cause you were growing tired of the antics that heâd perform every time his dad was out at work.
âYou wonât,â he quickly replied. âI know you want it to cause if you didnât, why havenât you already told me off? Why are you letting me invade your personal space and whisper the nastiest things in your ear, hmm?â Again, he captures you between the counter and his body and presses his cheek against yours, nuzzling you and making your breath hitch when his warm skin meets yours.
You hated how he was right. You hated how you were married and committed to another man, but you wanted his son, and you hated even more that you could slowly feel yourself losing your resolve.
âDeny it,â he gripped the counter so hard, willing himself not to brush his throbbing cock on your perfectly shaped ass in that beautiful gown that he loved so much fuck he always loved when you wore it so easy and accessible. He swears heâs thought about bending you over and fucking you in it time and time again.
âS-stop,â you stutter out, and youâre sure that whatever he says next will tip you over the edge. Just the sound of his voice could have you doing unspeakable things.
âYou sure you want me to? Letâs be honest. You need a good fuck, right? I havenât heard shit coming from upstairs in years. Come to think of it, baby, whenâs the last time you and him even kissed?â He pushes his point, enticing you even further.
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âYou donât remember, huh? Poor thing, bet your little pussy is aching for some dick l bet she's so tight probably needs a good stretch, yeah? I can do that for you, baby. I can make you feel so so good,â he moans next to your ear. Just the idea of his cock being this close to your little holes was turning him on so bad. âIâd get you so wet. Rub that little clit to get you in the mood. Take my time with you. Appreciate every inch of you before slipping it in real slow, feeling your cute cunt wrap around me so tight and eager to be fucked. Iâd make you cream on this big dick all night till youâre crying from how good it feels, and then Iâd fuck you one last time just so you donât forget about meâ he nibbles on your earlobe as you register all the filthy things he had just whispered in your ear.
At his words, you lost yourself moaning shamelessly at just the thought of him having you, your pussy clenched so tight around nothing as a wave of arousal gushed down to your thighs.Â
You surprised him and yourself when you desperately pushed your backside against his crotch, something neither of you would ever expect to happen with the way you were so diligently rejecting him time and time again, but tonight, you broke. You couldnât deny that you wanted him.
âFuckâ he groaned behind you as you rotated your hips, rubbing your plump ass on his cock. âSee, baby, knew you fucking wanted thisâ he moves his hands from the counter to grip your plush hips instead and takes the lead, humping his cock between the crevice of your ass. âOh yeah, just like that. Rub it on me, baby.âÂ
âYouâre so big,â you choked out, feeling every inch of him against your ass. Your pussy dripped even more for him at the thought of having someone as big as him inside you.
âYeah? Like that, huh? Canât wait to stuff you with my cock and feel your cunt gripping on meâ A grunt follows his words as he loses himself in the feeling of your body working against his.
His tip was so wet it was seeping through his basketball shorts as he rutted against you. The sight of you all bent over while you backed your ass up on him was something he fantasized about late nights with his fist wrapped tightly around his cock, and to have you like this now was like a dream fucking come true. âHee, please fuck me,â you whimper and grip the faucet handles to stable yourself.
âYes, Mommy gonna fuck you so good,â he whines and guides your body upwards, pressing your back flush against his chest as he places a kiss on your cheek.Â
He turned you around in his arms, picking you up like it was nothing to him and taking you upstairs, not to his bedroom but yours.Â
âHere?â You question with a hint of worry as your fingers fiddle with the hair on his nape.
âOf course, gotta fuck you properly in your bed since dad doesnât do itâ he places you on the bed, quickly dropping his shorts and tossing his tank top on the floor, leaving himself completely naked in front of you.
You squirmed in bed, rubbing your legs together at the sight of his thick throbbing cock, impatiently waiting to feel it inside of you. âHeeseungâÂ
âLook at how hard I amâ he climbs over you on the bed, his length resting on your tummy as he bucks his hips forward dry, humping you. âAhh, see how wet I am for you,â he moans, watching the strings of precum staining your dress. âThis is what Iâd do every night except with my pillow wishing it was y-you,â he shudders when his tip rubs your fabric just the right way making him hump you even faster.
âSorry,â you mutter apologetically for leaving him high and dry all those nights. To make up for it, your hand makes its way to his cock, and you press your palm against his hot girth, making a makeshift hole for him to fuck into.
âFuck!â He threw his back as his hips jerked forward from the soft, warm sensation your hand provided.
âDoes that feel better?â You asked, your eyes gleaming in excitement, watching as more precum spilled from his thick pink tip.
âYes,â he hisses through his teeth while staring down at you, his hands coming to cup your breasts as he rocks his hips slowly. âSo much better,â he breathed out.
When he feels himself starting to throb, his movement comes to a sudden halt, and he grips your wrist, taking the hand that was covered in his precum and holding it to your mouth, where you gladly licked his salty arousal clean off your hand.
He leaned back on the bed, his hands slipping up the fabric of your dress just to see you were wearing nothing under it and your thighs coated in a white sticky mess. âOh fuckâ his eyes roll back in his head, and he doesnât hesitate for a moment to lay flat on his stomach and presses his face between your thighs, kissing your drenched core. âYouâre so fucking wet, made such a mess, and you havenât even cum yet.âÂ
Your body stiffened as you felt his lips rubbing against your pussy, the feeling being foreign to you cause your husband never did that for you. âHee-â you winced as you felt his warm tongue press on your clit. It felt good but also overwhelming as you cried out in pleasure.
âWhatâs wrong?â He asked, noticing how rigid your body had become when he was going down on you, and he hoped that you werenât about to tell him to stop.
âN-nothing, I just never done this before,â you admit casually, but he doesnât take it as casually as you said it cause what a fucking loser his dad was. He had a gorgeous fucking wife all to himself, and he wasnât going down on you every night? What a piece of shit. He always hated his father, but that just made him hate him a little more.
âJust relax while I make you feel goodâ he closed his eyes before tilting his head to the side and making out with your sweet pussy humming at the taste of your juices covering his tongue. âCould eat you for days,â he mumbles as his hands fall from the bottom of your dress and down to your thighs, where he squeezes them roughly.
âIt feels so goodâ You arched your back, pressing your pussy closer to his face.
He chuckled softly, taking a deep breath as he opened his mouth, finding your opening with his tongue and sticking it in your gushing hole.
âAhh! Heeseung,â you squeaked when he entered you. Itâs been so long since you felt something there, and you donât remember a time it ever felt this good.
He kneaded your thighs, flicking his tongue in and out in and out, swallowing down your drippings like the sweetest juice heâs ever tasted, and that alone could make him cum on the spot.
You mindlessly put your hand on the back of his head, pushing him deeper inside you, and he loved the roughness of it. He could barely even breathe, but he didnât pull back for a second, too addicted to your taste to stop.
He gulped down your sticky wetness eating you out like he was getting thirstier by the second he rubbed the tip of his nose on your engorged clit, and the feeling was otherworldly.
âOh, my- heeseung!â You shouted his name, legs tensing as you rubbed your pussy on his face using him for pleasure.
He moaned lewdly into your heat, sending tiny little vibrations through your core, heightening the pleasure even more. âCum in my mouth,â he parted from you long enough to say before diving back into the sea of arousal between your quivering thighs.
You had no choice but to let go and let your orgasm take over your body. âIâm cummingâ You writhed on the bed as he held you, still pleasure washing over you in waves. Your mouth opened in a silent scream as harsh throbbing coursed through your core. Your walls clenched so hard and tight around his tongue, and he loved every single last second of it. He was literally moaning against your cunt nonstop.
âHmm,â he pulled away finally and kissed your mound, then your clit. âBeautiful pussy tastes so fucking goodâ he licked his lips, savoring your taste on his buds while massaging your thighs. âWas it good?â
âHmph, yes, you were so good, hee.â You were still coming down from your high, whining in pure ecstasy until your o faded away completely, and you had to take a minute to catch your breath. âLet me suck you off, pleaseâ You donât know what came over you, but the words just fell out, and you canât say you regretted it by the way his face lit up and his cock jumped in excitement.
âYou donât even have to ask, pretty.â he quickly repositioned himself on the edge of the bed while you stood up and walked in front of him.
You shrugged your dress off each of your shoulders, pulling it down the rest of the way, leaving your body on full display for him. Your chest looked so fucking perfect. The amount of times he imagined you like this was unhealthy. The way his heart was beating in anticipation was so overwhelming he could barely even catch his breath, and his cock throbbed so hard between his legs that he thought he might cum the second you put him inside your mouth.
You crouched down, maintaining eye contact with him the whole time as you kneeled in front of him, carefully gripping his cock and kissing his tip.
He gripped the edge of the bed his toes digging into the carpet he canât believe a single kiss could get him going this much.Â
You tightened the grip around his thick base, tapping his wet tip on your cheek teasingly.
âShit,â he hissed as you rubbed your cheek along his shaft. You could feel him pulsing in your hand, and the fact you had him this excited turned you on even more.
âSo big,â you said seductively, sinking down on his tip and suckling on it softly.
âOh yeah, thatâs it,â he whispers, and you hum around him, taking more of his length in your mouth till he is halfway inside.
âTake it all. I know you wanna choke on it,â he smirks as you immediately suck the rest of him in, gagging on it, your eyes rolling back in your head as you took him so deep his balls brushed against your bottom lip.
You stayed completely still, your neck bulging as you enveloped his entire shaft. âShit, you take me so well. Swallow that dick, babyâ he put his hand on your head, stroking it softly as you swallowed, your throat convulsing around his tip so good, so tight. âJust like that fuck!âÂ
You reached up, rubbing his thighs as you began to bob your head blowing his cock faster until he was literally shaking in pleasure.
His hips bucked involuntarily, and you gagged again, forcing you to pull off him for a breather. Your saliva spilled all over his cock, making a wet slippery mess. âHeeseung,â you moan out his name, and you might have been enjoying this even more than him. The feeling of his hot, heavy cock resting on your tongue made your cunt pulsate with need.
âYou like gagging on it, baby? Want me to fuck your throat?â You nodded immediately, and he wasted no time holding your head, still bucking his hips and drilling your throat till his tip brushed your tonsils with every thrust.
The sounds you made were so obscene, so sinful, but it turned you both on even more. The lewd act of you drooling and gagging on his cock was gonna make him cum. âShit, Iâm gonna cum. Swallow me, Mommy, swallow it all,â he moaned out, stilling in your throat, shooting his cum inside you, leaving you no choice but to drink all of his milky white cum. âYessss.â he gripped the sides of your head, using your mouth to finish himself off, making you milk every single last drop until his balls were completely empty.
He laid back on his elbows, sweaty and panting as you pulled off him, choking and trying to catch your breath. âCome hereâ You stood up, and he griped your waist, pulling you on top of him, his hands softly kneading your ass as he stared at your lips. âGive me a kiss, Mommy.â Your eyes fell shut, and you pressed your lips against him, melting at the softness of them. He nibbled softly on your bottom lip, and you moaned, allowing him to slip his tongue inside your mouth. Your nails dug into his wide shoulders, and you couldnât stop yourself from rolling your hips on his soft cock. It felt so good rubbing your clit along his length as you kissed.
âHmm,â he groaned into the kiss, his hips meeting yours, thrusting up and rubbing his stiffening cock on your wet core. âNeed to feel you so bad,â he breathed out between kisses.
âMe too, seungie, please fuck meâ As soon as the words left your lips, he easily turned you over on your back and positioned himself between your legs. âWait!â you said, putting a hand on his chest, stopping him from going any further. âCondoms?â
Fuck, he curses in his head. âI donât have any babyâ he holds his tip to your clit, rubbing it and collecting your wetness on his shaft.
âMy husband keeps some in the top drawer.â he discreetly rolls his eyes when you said your husband. Just the thought alone made him angry. Nevertheless, he erases it from his mind and checks the top drawer, and he canât help but chuckle. âSnug? Baby, you donât really think thatâll fit me, do you?â He smirks, and all you could do now was blush on second thought. You probably shouldnât have even suggested that cause heâs way bigger than your husband could ever dream of. âWhat a fucking loser still using condoms. Heâs been with you five years and canât even start a family with you yet.â
âSeungâŠâ you call to him. You didnât want to think about anything else right now. You just wanted him.
He tosses the condoms back inside the drawer. âGuess Iâll just have to fuck you raw, babyâ he holds the base of his cock, his tip pushing past your tight entrance, and at this point, you didnât care that he was fucking you without a condom. You just needed to feel him in you.Â
âOh,â you whimpered as his tip stretched you open.
âFuck youâre so tight, baby,â he grunts and rests his fists beside your head, letting you adjust as he slowly lunges forward to push his size all the way in your heat. âFucking soaking on my dick baby.â
âToo big,â you mumble, your legs feeling numb as he splits you open on his inches.
âShh, just relax, Mommy take it nice slowâ he cups your face with his left hand, stroking your cheek with his thumb as he feeds your pussy inch after inch of his thick cock, pulling out and pushing back in, working your hole open till you can fit his massive size and take him balls deep.
âYouâre so deep, seungie,â You moan, nails raking down his toned back as he fills you all the way up, bottoming out in your drenched pussy.
âThere you go, Mommy taking it all,â he smirks and bends down to kiss your forehead. âFeel good? You like it when itâs deep inside you?â He thrusts shallowly at first, but to his surprise, youâre already fully adjusted and taking it with ease.
âHmm, mmm, yes, heeseung, I love the way you feel deep inside me. Itâs so good, so full.â You babble out, and he continues to increase the pace till his balls meet your outer lips, creating a quiet sticky sound in the silent room.Â
âFuck youâre so tight; I knew I'd have to stretch it out. Never had someone like me before, huh baby?â He grunts as he begins fucking you at a quicker pace until the sound of skin on skin fills the room.
âN-no, never fuck, hee,â you scream, your eyes squeezed shut in concentration, trying to feel every single last inch of dick that he gives you. âFaster, Seung, please.â Your hands slip from his back to his hips, guiding his pace and bringing his body into you so you can feel his tip hit your cervix with every thrust. âOh yes, right there, donât stop.â
âCould never stop fucking this pussy so tight and warmâ He canât help himself from feeling a little bit cocky, knowing only he has seen you like this before. âShit, youâre creaming on my dick so much you must really love it.âÂ
âYes, hee!â The bed squeaks louder with every thrust, a sound you havenât heard in years. You know itâs wrong, but you canât help but wish you had gotten with your husband's son because he was doing your body right in every single way, and just when you think it canât get any better, he pulls out, flipping you over and before you can whine at the loss his cock is already back inside buried to the hilt in your cunt while he gives you the best back shots youâve ever taken. âFuck yes,â your voice is muffled by the pillows, and you moan nonstop while he grips your hips holding you in place to fuck you at an animalistic speed as his balls smack your clit over and over again, driving you into a lust filled frenzy where all you wanted was for his dick to be inside of you all day fucking your walls open and spilling his cum in you.
âYouâre so fucking perfect wish I could fuck you every single fucking day, every second, every hour,â he punctuated with each thrust, further driving his desire for your body. âYour pussy makes me feel so fucking, Mommyâ his eyes roll back momentarily, his mouth parted open, panting uncontrollably as he fucks your cunt deeply, fitting his whole cock inside you, covering himself in your creamy arousal.
You feel like youâre on cloud nine as you lay here being pleasured by the biggest cock youâve ever taken and being praised by him nonstop. It was the best feeling in the world. You just couldnât get enough. Your pussy was drooling down your thighs, and even still, you needed and wanted so much more.
Heeseung gathered a ball of spit in his mouth, looking down and letting it fall right on your little twitching rim. He pressed his thumb on your other hole, lubing it up with his saliva before carefully sinking his thumb inside.
Your body jolted when you felt him in both your holes, your eyes rolling back in your head as you took whatever he had to give you because you knew anything he did to your body would feel amazing, and this was no exception.
You felt so dirty having him fill both your holes at the same time, but you loved it. You loved being full of him.
âSo fucking tightâ he fingered your hole while fucking your pussy which was now clamped down on him even tighter, making his cock feel so good. âWant me to add another?â He bites on his lip to hold back a smile, already knowing what your answer will be.
You nod frantically, chanting yes, yes, yes over and over again into your pillows.
An idea pops into his head. He remembers there was a bottle of lube in the top drawer as well, and he doesnât hesitate to slow his pace and grab it popping the cap off and smearing it all over your little ass hole so he could easily plunge two fingers in. âHowâs that feel having both your holes fucked by me?âÂ
You cried into the pillows moaning nonstop at the feeling of him fucking both your holes. You arched your back even further so you could take it deeper. âFuck!â You gripped the bedsheets for dear life while he pleasures you. âPlease,â you begged, not even sure what you wanted. You just knew you wanted more.
You placed your hands on your ass, spreading yourself open even wider and giving him full access to fuck both your holes. âFuck baby, you look so good when youâre full of meâ he was in a daze. The way your body reacted to everything he did made him want to try anything and everything with you just to watch you shake and drip and scream for him, and evidently, you wanted the same.
âFuck my ass, hee, please,â You heard him moan the loudest he has tonight as he pulled out of your dripping pussy and replaced his fingers with the head of his cock and put it on your rim, pushing himself in very slowly.
âFuck yeah, take it in the ass,â he gasped at the warmth and tightness. All of your holes were so perfect for his cock. Heâs truly never felt anything better than you.
âDeeper,â you werenât even taking a second to fully adjust before asking for more.
He slammed his hips forward, pushing it all in one go, his hands now on your shoulders, thrusting into you deeply. âAhh shit, take it, take it take this fucking dick,â he groans, going absolutely feral. The dimples in your ass had him mesmerized, and the way it jiggled every time he bottomed out was a fucking sight to behold.
âOh yes fuckâ you mewl, drooling onto the sheets and letting him have you for both your guy's pleasure. Your pussy was still leaking nonstop, dripping on the sheets, little droplets of arousal splashing out with every slam of his hips. He reached his hand under you, swiping it up and sucking it off his fingers, moaning at the taste, and his dick started to twitch.
Sweat was running down his entire body. His breath was uneven, but he kept thrusting just to hear you cry and moan for more, begging for him and only him. âYeah, thatâs right, moan my name, Mommy. Whoâs fucking you this good?â
âHeeseung,â you croak out.
âWhose got this pussy dripping?â He digs his fingers into your hip, marking your skin.
âHeeseung!â You cry out when he goes impossibly deep, and his balls start smacking against your slick opening.
âWhoâs gonna fill you with cum?â He groans deeply, feeling you clench even harder around his cream-covered base.
âYou heeseung just you only you fuck please cum in my ass fill me with your cumâ you beg deliriously. The pleasure he was giving to you was mind-altering.
âGonna cum in your ass, beautifulâ he placed his hand between your legs rubbing your swollen clit into oblivion, ripping your first orgasm out of you in no time.Â
âHeeseung!â You shook so hard the only thing keeping you up was his grip on your waist as he kept rubbing and rubbing your sensitive clit till you came again. âCumming heeseung, Iâm cumming again.âÂ
âCum for me, Mommy, thatâs it, thatâs it gonna fill this tight little ass with my cum fuckâ he moaned loudly as his hips started moving sporadically, thrusting over and over again until he came undone in your ass filling it up with rope after rope of his hot gooey cum. âYes, yes fuck yes,â he whimpers, slowing his pace and riding out his high spurt after spurt of cum flooding your gaping hole. âFeels so good,â he breathes out, feeling dizzy as he throbs continuously in your hole, giving you every single last drop of his warm cum.Â
He collapsed on top of you, both of you breathing heavily as rolls his hips a little more, working you both through your orgasms. âHmm, Seung.â You hum in delight as he rests his head beside yours, kissing and licking your cheek until his hips come to a stop.
âWas that good?â He asked tiredly, and you couldnât even believe he thought he had to ask that you were literally soaked in your arousal and his cum trembling in the aftermath of all the pleasure he gave to you.
Of course, it was good.
âSo good, seungie,â he hums, satisfied with your answer.
âI promised I would fuck you good,â he chuckled, kissing your earlobe, and despite his legs feeling numb, he got off of you, pulling out and getting off the bed to gather his clothes.
You laid there lifelessly, too worn out to even move cause thatâs just how good he fucked you. âYou want me to clean you up a bit?â He offered while pulling the sheets over your spent body.
âNo, my husband will be home soon, so itâd probably be best if you leave,â you tell him with your eyes already closed.Â
âO-oh,â he nodded to himself and got dressed. âSleep in tomorrow, yeah?âÂ
You hum in agreement and open your eyes even though you could feel them starting to close again. âGoodnight, seungie,â you tell him with a tired smile.
âGoodnight, Mommy,â he winks and exits your bedroom quietly.
After going to his room, he lies in bed, smiling to himself now that his imagination has become a reality.
Too bad he couldnât have you like that every night, but heâd take what he could get, even if it was only one time.
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You know that trope where Person A thinks Person B is just being nice but theyâre actually flirting. What about the opposite? Person A misreading their behavior and being the only one falling impossibly in love.
Clumsy in Love Part 2
Itâs hard to listen to Eddie talk about this guy the same way Steve wished he did about him. Eddie, already so full of life and words, doesnât seem to need to take a breather between his praises.
âCanât believe this guy is actually into me, did you see him? Oh my god!â He groans and smacks his palms against the steering wheel, literally bouncing in his seat.
The van swerves a bit to the left.
âHeâs just my type, too. Those eyes, prettiest eyes that have ever graced human existence, and they were looking at me. Me! Wow! The darkest greenâ I donât think thereâs any precious stone that can compare actually.â
He beams at him and Steveâs traitorous heart still flutters like a wounded bird helplessly flapping its broken wing. Eddie is smiling so hard his cheeks must hurt, eyes crinkled at the corners and teeth on full display.
Steve will close his eyes at night and replay these words, pretending that this excitement and instant adoration is about him. That Eddieâs love-struck smile is for him.
âAnd, to top it off, heâs a geek. A fucking nerd. He actually knows DnD! What are the chances, Stevie? Iâm no religious man, but an angel must have heard mine desperate pleas.â
His name is Adiel, Eddieâs perfect guy.
Steve spends that night feeling the need to cry, the hurt is right there at the base of his throat refusing to spill.
Steve kind of wishes he did, maybe letting everything out would leave him feeling empty instead impossibly full of heartache.
Adiel is blond, a dirty blonde that means he mustâve had light locks as a kid. Face slim and cheek bones prominent, but his features are soften by button nose. Maybe Eddie is right, he looks like the angels depicted in stained church windows, but whereas angels are depicted in white, Adiel wore exclusively black.
He wasnât decorated in rings and chains like Ed, only a few silver piercings in his ears and a couple on his lips. But it was evident they had much in common, even just by looks. More than Steve could ever say about him and Eddie.
Over the next couple of weeks they share their music, intrinsically understanding what it means to one another.
Getting it.
Getting it the way that Steve never could, even with hours of Eddie breaking it down for him. Maybe Steve never understood, but he loved those moments shared between them. Wonders if Adiel cherishes those moments too. If he takes it for granted.
They share everything with each other and Steve hears every little detail gushed between sickly sweet sighs. Heâs trying to be a good friend, to listen and share Eddieâs happiness, but something inside him grows bitter. Angry. He hates feeling this way.
âI met his friends already, theyâre a really cool bunch. I really think you guys would get along. They know all the best spots for people like us. Thereâs a whole world out there, Stevieââ
Stevie. His breath stutters.
âOf people like us with places for us. We could take Robin and Vicky and be surrounded by people that wonât, that wonât think weâre⊠wrong. And who knows,â he nudges Steveâs side with a suggestive smile, âmaybe youâll meet the one there, huh Stevie?â
âStop. Just, just stop!â
Steve doesnât mean to yell. He just canât take it anymore. Everything that has been building up inside him has reached a point where he just canât. He pushes Eddie away from him who looks startled. Offended and bothered and confused.
âI donât want to meet his friends, or least of all him. I donât get it, okay! I thoughtââ
What did he think? That one day he would confess to Eddie or vice versa? That theyâd kiss and go on double dates with Robin and Vicky? That he would fall asleep each night in love and loved? It seemed plausible at some point. Thatâs what hurts the most.
âHey, Stevieââ
âDonât call me that! You donât get to call me that anymore.â
âWhat? Your name? You donât want me to call you by your name?â
A bitter laugh, âyeah. My name from your mouth.â
âI, Youâre not making any sense!â
Steve knows. He knows. But Stevie, Big boy, Ozzy⊠even his own name, canât bear to hear them. Not from him. Canât bare the way his heart squeezes.
Eddieâs looking at Steve with furrowed brows and down turned lips, standing still. Has Eddie ever been still before in his life?
Once. When he was still and pale and red. His chest gone quiet for the most terrifying seconds of Steveâs life.
Steve looks at him, his eyes burn. Steveâs breath from his own chest brought Eddie back to them. Eddieâs lungs still carry his desperation. His ribs healed but the cracks must still be there from the palm of his hands. Heâs tasted Eddieâs blood before from his mouthâ
Heâs kissing him. Steve, dumb stupid in-love Steve, has his lips on Eddieâs once more, but this time theyâre warm and full of life and his ringed hands are on him and,
Theyâre pushing him. Away.
âEddie,â his sight is blurry, eyes hot, and breath stuttered. âI, it hurts. You with him. I canâtâI just canât.
And Eddie looks, terrified, dark eyes searching Steveâs face. For what, he does not know. Sincerity, maybe. Truth. Maybe looking to see if heâs really shattered inside.
âIâm sorry, I⊠I didnâtâŠI donâtâŠâ
And Steve?
Steve smiles. Itâs watery and his lips quiver.
âI know.â And thatâs the problem, isnât it. Itâs always the problem. âI know, Eddie. Iâm sorry. Itâs, itâs okay.â
Eddie leaves Steve there in the living room.
Thereâs still two cans of Coke half full on the coffee table but only one person left in the room.
Part one < đ > Part 3
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on second thought | jww
(where your roommate, wonwoo, has an interesting solution to all your bad dates. nothing can go wrong with two friends crossing a line, can it?)
pairing: wonwoo x f.reader genre: roommates/friends to fwb to?? | smut, tiny bit of angst if you squint rating: explicit, 18+ minors dni word count: 6.5k warnings: there's some plot here but it's mostly smut, multiple sex scenes (some quickly referenced), roommates who enter a fwb agreement, kissing, fingering, oral (f. receiving), protected sex, multiple orgasms, use of actual lube, some scratching, after care, mentions: masturbation, kitchen sex, teasing, overstimulation, edging, i think that's it.
authors note: happy birthday to my bby @wongyuseokie! i'm thankful to have met you through nets. i hope you like some wonwoo to celebrate. thank you to @wonwussy for helping me with a title, you're a savior. this is unedited because i only started it yesterday so sorry in advance. also tagging: @aaniag @gyuminusone
Another disappointing date. Another man who couldnât even seem to let you finish a sentence. Was so intent on proving how well he could provide for you that he forgot to treat you like a person. So intent on establishing his dominance that he tried to order for you at the overpriced restaurant with too-small portions. So irritated that he paid for your dinner and drinks only for you to leave separately from him and refuse his offer to drive you home. There was no way you were letting that man know where you lived. Is it really asking too much just to have a decent date? You arenât going to let anyone try to tell you that your standards are too high. Youâre really just asking for the bare minimum.Â
Thatâs why youâre sitting on the counter in the kitchen of your shared apartment, spilling your guts to your sympathetic roommate. His hair is messy, sticking up at odd angles in some places because heâs been playing video games for hours. Probably streaming at some point. You admire that heâs able to do something he loves to fill up most of his days. He pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose and you try not to find it so endearing. But, you fail at that. He really is impossibly cute sometimes.
âDo you want a bite of this?â you ask instead, holding out the instant ramen you made as soon as you got home.Â
âNo, I ate earlier,â he answers.Â
âAn actual meal or a Wonwoo meal?â you challenge and he rolls his eyes.
âI ate real food. Go back to bitching about your date,â Wonwoo says.Â
âI donât know, maybe I was being too harsh,â you say.Â
âHe sounds like a fucking nightmare,â he disagrees.Â
âUgh, maybe I just need to redownload one of those apps,â you whine. Wonwoo raises an eyebrow at you. âDonât look at me like that. I hate fucking on the first date, but Iâm so pent up that I need to release it somehow. Iâm going insane.âÂ
This makes him laugh, at least. It releases a little bit of the tension, too. Youâve lived with Wonwoo nearly three years and were friends for years before that. Nothing is secret between the two of you. Not anymore. The first time you realized he caught you getting off in your room because you didnât think he was home was mortifying. Even if he didnât seem to think it was a big deal. After you got over it, things settled. And in the time since, youâve both heard the other doing a lot of things. Some of your friends think itâs weird, but you just chalk it up to the comfort of living with someone. After all, you would tell your female friends all about your sex life. Why was that weird to share with Wonwoo?Â
âToys not doing it for you?â he throws out. You only fix him with a glare. Itâs more proof that youâre entirely too comfortable.
âOur walls are thin, what do you think?â you answer.Â
Wonwoo snorts a little before seeming to consider something. âWhy donât we just fuck? Get it out of your system.âÂ
The sip of water youâre taking when he suggests that comes bursting out of your mouth. A real life spit take. Thankfully, heâs out of the blast zone. He looks unamused at water coming out of your mouth, but he doesnât look like he was kidding. It can be so hard to tell with him. You think that you know his face well after all these years. But, you never thought youâd hear that coming out of his mouth, so youâre not sure.Â
âPlease give me some indication if that was a joke or not,â you say.
âIt wasnât a joke,â he says.
âPretty clear indicator,â you mumble.Â
âIs it that crazy? You think Iâm hotâŠâ Wonwoo starts. If you were still drinking, youâd spit out your water again.
âUh, what?â you ask.
âYou think Iâm hot. Hao told me,â he says as if itâs no big deal. Youâre mentally running through what the appropriate payback is for this breach of trust. âItâs fine. He told me because I was saying I also think youâre hot.âÂ
âI mean, thanks,â you laugh, still considering how youâre going to torture Minghao. âBut, we canât have sex.âÂ
âWhy not?â Wonwoo presses.Â
âBecause weâre roommates?â you ask like itâs obvious.Â
âSo I can hear you fuck yourself with a toy or hear you fake an orgasm with another bad date, but us fucking each other is the line?â Wonwoo asks.Â
âI donât fake that many orgasms,â you scoff to buy time.
âYes, you do,â he argues. âI can hear the difference. And Iâm pretty sure you wouldnât be faking it with me.âÂ
Thereâs a little bit of cockiness in the statement that shouldnât be doing anything for you. But, it is. Thereâs also the very real possibility that Wonwoo does know the difference in the sounds you make. Itâs not like youâve bothered being that quiet since the first conversation where he heard you. Whatâs the point? The walls are pretty thin and youâre both adults. Itâs not like youâre going to kick him out every time you bring a date home. And youâre definitely not going to only get off in the shower because it drives up the water bill.Â
Beyond any of it, thereâs also a little curiosity. Wonwoo is insanely attractive. Someone would have to be blind to miss that. Heâs got that whole nerdy thing going on for him on initial inspection with the glasses and gaming. Or thereâs the fact that heâs content to just hang out around the house, even with company over, wearing his pimple patches. But then, thereâs this whole other side to him. It comes out when youâre both out with friends and he leaves the glasses behind. Swapping out graphic tees or hoodies for form fitting clothing and leather jackets. Casually leaning against a bar and whispering honey into some nameless, faceless strangerâs ear.Â
And that leads you to the reason youâre actually curious. Sure, heâs heard you having sex with people youâve been dating or just someone you brought home for the night. But, youâve heard him too. If any of your orgasms sound faked, the ones he coaxes from the pretty girls in his bed sound anything but. Thereâs nearly always an incoherent string of praises. That thought alone has you considering his proposition. It has you shifting a little on the counter.
âLetâs pretend for a second that Iâm considering this,â you start and he smiles.Â
âPretend, sure,â he echoes.Â
âWeâd need ground rules, right? Like we donât want this to get awkward,â you say.
âItâs not gonna be awkward. But, we can set whatever makes you feel comfortable,â he says nonchalantly.Â
A very strong, very hard to ignore voice in the back of your head argues against setting rules at all. Actually urges you to just drag him into your bedroom. Or his bedroom? Maybe you do need some ground rules.Â
So, you talk. You donât say that itâs only going to happen once because you never know what needs might pop up. The most important thing that you agree to is that nothing can change between the two of you. If either of you feels like itâs going to, then you have to talk about it because preserving the friendship is most important. It doesnât matter what bed you have sex in as long as the other helps clean anything up. Youâre not planning on this being a regular thing, so you donât need to negotiate any kinks or anything like that. If it does become more of a thing, then you can revisit the kinks. There wonât be any weirdness about dating or talking to other people. This is just a solution between two friends that are both going through dating dry spells.Â
Once the rules are set out, Wonwoo brings you into his room. Even though youâve been in here more times than you could ever count, it feels different now. He tells you to make yourself comfortable on his bed. When he turns around to take his shirt off and toss it aside, your eyes map out his back. And, yeah, youâve seen Wonwoo shirtless before, but never given yourself permission to so openly appreciate his body. His shoulders are impossibly wide and heâs in deceptively good shape for someone that hides under baggier clothes.Â
âShould I take a picture for you?â he asks. Itâs only then that you realize that heâs facing you.Â
âFunny,â you say with an eye roll.Â
Wonwoo crosses the space to his bed and settles next to you. The way he reaches out to pull your face into his own is so smooth. His lips are on yours before your brain has a chance to catch up. You gasp a little and pull back.
âWhat are you doing?â you ask.
âUh, didnât we just go over this?â he asks.
âNo, I mean, weâre kissing?â you ask.
âWhat am I supposed to do, sweetheart, just get right down to fucking you without foreplay?â he asks.
You feel a little stupid for asking that because of course you donât want to skip the foreplay. Itâs just that you donât want to force it, either.Â
âJust let me take care of you,â Wonwoo says to keep you from overthinking anything.Â
Itâs not something that you expected to be doing. Giving up control to Wonwoo. But, itâs surprisingly easy when he starts kissing you again. Any thoughts that this might be weird fly right out of your head as soon as he deepens the kiss. Instead, your focus is on what a good kisser he is. The way his lips mold effortlessly to yours. The way his tongue licks into your mouth. The way his hands roam your body as if theyâre trying to memorize every curve.Â
Youâre breathless by the time Wonwoo pulls back from you to pull your shirt over your head. When you changed after the date from hell, you hadnât considered putting anything nice on. Hadnât bothered to keep your bra on. What was the point when you were just going to be going to bed after having something to eat? Now, youâre wondering about that decision. Because your very hot roommate is drinking in the sight of you. Itâs making you a little self-conscious, the way his eyes move over your body.
âFuck, youâre beautiful,â he utters.Â
Itâs a little too intimate for you to respond to. It doesnât seem to matter, anyway. Wonwoo starts kissing down your neck and working his way to your breasts. He spreads his kisses between them, rolling your nipple between his fingers when his mouth is on your other breast. Thereâs something so consuming about the way he kisses your body, like heâs worshiping you. Like this is a lot more than roommates helping each other out.Â
He works his way further down your body, kissing along your stomach, stopping at the waist band to your shorts. Thankfully, he doesnât give you the chance to overthink here either before he pulls the shorts and underwear down your legs. Tosses them off to the side for good measure. Youâre totally naked in front of someone you find you do actually trust. And someone that, yeah, maybe youâve thought about fucking before. There was no reality where you thought it would happen, though. Even if it does make a lot of sense. Every part of you truly does feel safe with him. He knows you better than most people in your life. Which clearly translates to this part of you.Â
Since youâre so comfortable, youâre finding it easier to not be embarrassed at the way heâs got you squirming under the barest touch. The way he ghosts his breath across your center makes you let out a whine. Itâs unfair, the way that he wants to take his time like this. Itâs also unfair that heâs the first person to ever make your mind go this blank during sex. Nothing exists to you outside of this moment and this man.
Wonwoo moves back to where you need him the most, blows gently against your center. The sensation sends a shiver down your body. You barely hear him mumble out a âso prettyâ before he flattens his tongue and licks a stripe up your core. Thereâs just enough time to think this slow pace might actually be the death of you before he goes back in. Using his fingers to spread you apart, he starts tonguing your pussy. A mix of slow and deliberate movements with faster ones. His thumb circles your clit before his mouth moves up there to give it the attention it needs.Â
With his mouth on your clit, he presses one finger into your pussy. Youâve never really thought much about his hands and now youâre wondering how you missed them. His long finger pumps in and out of you quickly. It seems that heâs reading your body and can tell that you donât want something too slow. Thereâs so much pent up in you.
âFuck, please, Wonwoo. I need another finger,â you whine.Â
âAnything you want,â he mumbles into your pussy.Â
He slides another finger inside of you and it makes you clench around him. That only seems to make him move faster. His mouth continues to work along with his fingers and your hands grip whatever they can reach. Youâre a babbling mess and you suddenly understand what you overheard from Wonwooâs room. Thereâs something so hot about knowing heâs this good with his mouth and his hands. Itâs got you coming hard on his face. Harder than you can remember coming before.Â
âThatâs my girl,â he praises as soon as youâre coming down from your high. Your hazy brain doesnât latch onto it the way it clearly should.
He presses a gentle kiss to your inner thing and then pulls himself up to lie next to you. His fingers trace patterns into your skin while heâs waiting for your breathing to come back to normal.Â
âJesus, I guess I know why I always heard so much praise through the wall,â you mutter.Â
âNone as pretty as the sounds you just made,â he says quietly. Itâs so gentle, so intimate. Thereâs a lot of love between you and one of your closest friends, so you donât dwell too much on it.
You turn your head to face him. His eyes are still dark with desire, fingers still keeping contact with your body. Thereâs like some kind of bubble around the two of you where nothing else exists. Itâs a comfortable feeling, even in the quiet. Something pulls you in closer to him and you can feel his erection brush against your leg.
âOh,â you say quietly. âYou know, Iâm still a bit pent upâŠâ
âAre you sure?â he asks.Â
âWhat? Iâm gonna come on your face but we canât actually fuck like we meant to?â you joke, a little braver than you feel.Â
âThis was about you, not about me,â he says simply.Â
âIt can be about both of us,â you say, hand running down his stomach. He tenses a bit under your touch and itâs unfair. Heâs got perfect abs and you kind of hate it. Kind of hate that itâs so hot to you, too.Â
You run your hand over the outline of his dick threw his shorts, enjoy the sharp intake of breath at the contact. It feels like a sign for you to keep going. But, he grabs your hand and pins it above your head. Kisses you hard and desperate. All of his restraint from before seems to be gone now.Â
âDonât play with me, sweetheart,â he warns.Â
âThen show me how good you can fuck me. You were so sure earlier,â you press back.Â
Wonwoo rolls over and pulls his shorts and boxers off. Casts them off to the side with your clothing. He reaches into his nightstand and pulls a condom out. He rolls back over to position himself between your legs.Â
âOne final time, are you sure?â he asks. Itâs the first time since you came into his room that youâve seen him look unsure.
âAs long as youâre sure too, yes. I need this Nu, please,â you say, a little breathy with desire.Â
âI love it when you call me that,â he admits.Â
With your go ahead, he slides his tip along your entrance. You know youâre still wet from his hard work, but he still reaches into the dresser again. He pulls out some lube and runs it along his cock. Once heâs done that, he puts the cap back on and tosses it aside. He presses his tip against you again and this time slides in, slowly. Gives you a chance to adjust.Â
Youâre completely at Wonwooâs mercy like this, with his arms on either side of you like heâs caging you in. Instead of wanting to get out, you can only think that you wouldnât want to be anywhere else. Your hands find their way to his arms, gripping him tightly as he bottoms out in you.Â
âFuck, you feel so good,â he hisses.Â
âNu, fuck, please move,â you beg.Â
âGive me a second, sweetheart, Iâm trying to adjust so it doesnât end too fast,â he says, voice so impossibly deep.Â
âPlease,â you beg again.Â
âFuck,â he whispers.Â
It finally does get him to move though, barely pulling out at all and fucking slowly into you, so deep. Heâs filling you up in the most perfect way. Your nails dig into his arms, but you canât help it. He doesnât seem to mind. If anything, it spurs him on. Makes him pull nearly all the way out of you before snapping hard into you again. He repositions one of your legs so that he can reach a different angle. With each hard thrust, his dick hits exactly where you need him to be. The rhythm is fast, which is really everything you need for how stressed youâve been feeling. Each thrust uncoils more of the tension in your body. Each moan seems to spur him on more.Â
When he leans down to kiss you, itâs messy. A clash of tongues and lips and teeth and need, so much need. Your hands find purchase anywhere on his body they can, even as his own arms seem to be a little shaky. So, you pull him down on top of you, bodies pressed tight as he continues fucking you. Youâre still so sensitive from the first orgasm that youâre building up entirely too quickly. Even though you wanted it fast like this, youâre a little sorry to think it might be almost over.Â
Wonwoo must feel that youâre close by the way youâre clenching around him and begging for him to give you everything. He pushes himself up a little, just creates the tiniest amount of space between your bodies, and you miss it a little. Miss the feeling of skin on skin. But, heâs only doing it so that he can circle your clit. He just wants to take care of all that tension. You give control over to him completely. Let him set the pace. An embarrassingly short time later, youâre coming for the second time. He removes his hand but still fucks you through the high.Â
When your body stops shaking, you realize that heâs stilled inside you. Heâs barely even moving as he looks down at you.
âItâs okay, Nu, Iâm not that sensitive yet,â you assure him
âThank fuck,â he whispers.Â
His pace is fast and you reach up to run your nails down his back. That seems to get him like nothing else does. When you do it a second time, he hisses out and you know he likes it. Each time your nails find a new part of his skin, his thrusts stutter. You clench your pussy around his cock and thatâs all he can handle. Heâs coming undone.Â
You return the favor through his high, lightly keeping the rhythm going and helping him settle his weight on top of you. His breathing is still heavy when he meets your eyes and gives you the gentlest kiss. Slowly, he slides out of you and rolls over. The next second, heâs up to dispose of the condom. He disappears into the bathroom and returns with a wet washcloth a few moments later, sitting on the edge of the bed to help you.
âWell, I guess I learned one thing,â you say when he gets up to take the washcloth back to the bathroom.
âWhatâs that?â he calls over his shoulder.
âAll that confidence was definitely warranted,â you say through a light laugh.Â
You can just feel him rolling his eyes. âAnd here I thought youâd have less to say after a good fuck.âÂ
âNope, chatty as ever. No more tension, though,â you say.Â
âIâm glad,â he says, but it looks like he actually means it.
You move to get out of the bed and look at the sheets. Probably in need of a change. âHey, do you wanna throw these in the hamper and just sleep in my bed tonight?âÂ
âAre you sure that doesnât break any rules?â he asks.
âNo, weâve done itâŠare you teasing me?â Your question morphs in the middle when you catch sight of his face. He can be such a shit for someone who acts like heâs chill all the time.Â
âI would never tease you,â he says, faux seriousness lacing his voice.
âThatâs a shame, I like being teased,â you toss back.
âIâll remember that for next time,â he shrugs.
âNext time?â you wonder.
âJust go get in your bed, Iâll be there in a minute,â he says.Â
It wasnât like you agreed for sex with Wonwoo to be a one time thing. That felt like putting too many rules in place. Still, youâre not expecting it to happen again quite so quickly. You also genuinely didnât realize he was home when you pulled out your vibrator. But, he was home and he barged into your room without knocking, pulled you to the edge of your bed, and fucked you hard. Made you wonder why youâd ever even consider using your vibe in the first place.Â
The next time comes after another failed date. It kind of seemed like that was the recipe. Something goes wrong or youâre pent up and heâs there to let you use him. Although, heâs really using you just as much. You like to let him be a little rough with you. Thereâs something satisfying in the way he doesnât treat you like heâs going to break you. Itâs unquestionably the best sex youâve ever had, but thatâs your business. You donât need to share that with the class. You do figure that it might be time to talk about some kinks and boundaries, though. It would be good to be on the same page.Â
That seems to be how it goes for a while, at least. Itâs mostly you needing something, Wonwoo being able to sense that, and helping you out. It doesnât seem to ever start from him being the one to need something. He doesnât even seem to be going out and bringing people home so much anymore. Not that youâre keeping track, you just canât remember the last time he did. Or maybe heâs trying to only bring someone home when youâre not around.Â
He definitely holds true to his promise to tease you. One night, after a really long week at work with a lot of little things going wrong, he asks if he can take his time with you. In hindsight, you should have known it meant that it was going to mean teasing. But, you agreed anyway, and let him set the pace. Instead of hard and fast, he takes everything slow. He brings you right to the edge over and over again without letting you have your release. Itâs insane how well he seems to read your signs. It seems like he can tell youâre close before you can. That night, it feels like it goes on for hours before he finally lets you come. Itâs the biggest mess youâve ever made. A fact that you would be embarrassed about if Wonwoo hadnât looked so proud. Still, it feels like youâre the one always working something out.
Until it doesnât.
One night, you come back from a night out with friends and are rummaging through the cabinets looking for a snack. This is the thing you hate about living with Wonwoo. Heâs taller than you and doesnât think twice about using the higher cabinets. You, on the other hand, canât reach them so easily. Youâre on your tiptoes trying to reach something when you feel him press into your back. His hand comes up and grabs the box you were reaching for with ease. You press further back into him when your heels hit the floor again.
âFuck, youâre driving me crazy,â he mumbles into your hair. His hands find a place on your hips, holding you against him. This feels different from how every other time has started.Â
âWhat do you mean?â you ask quietly into the silence of the apartment.Â
He lets one hand slide down, quickly meeting the bare skin of your thigh. You know your skirt is a little shorter than normal, but the night seemed to call for it. âThis. Did you go out hoping to bring someone home?âÂ
âMaybe,â you say, shivering a little at the way his breath tickles your ear.Â
âAre you trying to tease me?â he asks. It comes across almost like a demand.Â
You wiggle your ass against him a little before you answer. âI would never.âÂ
âOf course not,â he says.Â
Everything that happens after that feels different. Itâs never started like this. Itâs been passionate, but itâs never been driven by so much raw desire. Itâs never been the kind of sex where Wonwoo pushes your skirt up around your hips and pulls your underwear down to your ankles. Never been the kind of sex where he buries his face in your pussy while you grip the counter for support. Never been so desperate and needy and rushed.Â
He makes you come twice on his tongue with your knees going so weak that you can barely stand before he even moves onto actually fucking you. Youâre so weak by the time you finish that he has to help you to the bathroom to clean up before he tucks you into your bed. Youâre so tired that you donât even realize how intimate it is when you ask him to get into bed with you.Â
The disappointment that sets in when you wake up to get some water in the early hours of the morning hits you hard. Entirely too hard for something thatâs supposed to be free of feelings. Your bed feels a little empty without him taking up space. Which is really stupid because itâs not like thatâs been something youâve been doing all of the time. Itâs not something youâre used to. But, thereâs an unexpected comfort in him. Something that catches you completely off guard. As you drift back off to sleep, you resolve to deal with your feelings in the morning.Â
Thatâs how you find yourself sitting on Minghaoâs couch as he makes you both a cup of tea. He hasnât asked about your roommate yet, but you know that itâs coming. He just wants to have everything he thinks youâll need first. A few minutes later, he sets two cups of tea down next to the plate of snacks he threw together. If you werenât in such a crisis, youâd have time to be envious over how pretty the presentation looked.Â
âSo things with Wonwoo have gotten awkward?â he asks without preamble.Â
âJesus, Hao, let me take a sip first, at least,â you groan.Â
âI donât want to say that I told you this was a bad ideaâŠâ he starts.
âYou were the one who spilled the beans that I thought he was hot. This is your fault too,â you point out.Â
âI told him that he wasnât alone in thinking his roommate was hot. I didnât tell you both to start fucking without realizing it was bound to blow up,â he says.Â
âI know,â you sigh.Â
âSo, whatâs going on?â he asks.Â
Minghao is a lot of things. He can be a bit of an art snob. Heâs that kind of impeccably dressed where he looks like he just stepped off a runway. He can appear a bit detached. But, heâs also one of the most thoughtful people you know. Heâs complex and he cares for his friends more than he cares for himself most times. Both you and Wonwoo are among those he counts as his closest friends. So, he just listens as you lay out everything thatâs happened since the first time you had sex. He doesnât judge or interrupt. Patiently, he just waits as you get it all off your chest, including how you felt after last night.Â
None of that really comes as a surprise. You know that heâs going to give you shit and be there for you at the same time. What does come as a surprise is what he says when youâre done laying out your issues.
âI havenât wanted to set you up because I wasnât sure you were in the right place for it, but I actually have a friend that I think you might hit it off with,â he says. âHeâd definitely get you out of this whole Wonwoo funk youâre in so things can go back to normal.âÂ
âYou wanna set me up?â you ask, surprised.Â
âYeah, I think itâd be good for you,â he says.Â
âOkay, tell me about him,â you agree.
âHeâs really kind. Kind of talks in a permanent pout, but itâs endearing somehow. Heâs a giant softie at heart and heâs so incredibly loyal. Heâs been talking about how heâs looking for something a little more serious. I think youâd like him,â Minghao says.Â
âWhatâs his name, Hao?â you ask skeptically.
âMingyu,â he answers and your eyes go wide.
âMingyu? As in that hot model youâre friends with?â you ask.
âYeah,â Minghao says evenly.
âOkay, you can see if heâs interested,â you agree.
Itâs been a couple days since Minghao threw out the suggestion of setting you up with Mingyu. The two of you have exchanged a few messages and he does actually seem really nice. Heâs also funnier than you expected him to be. When he asks if you want to get dinner the upcoming weekend, you find youâre a little bit excited.Â
Thereâs only one issue. You feel like you need to tell Wonwoo. You know that heâs not going to care, but it still feels weird when youâve been fucking around. Maybe Minghao was right and the whole thing was a terrible idea after all. Itâs hard for you to tell him when you seem to keep missing each other, though. Lately, heâs been playing video games over at Vernonâs place more than normal. Even if theyâre streaming, something feels weird.Â
âHey,â he calls out from the front door, snapping you from your thoughts.Â
âOh hey,â you answer, looking up at him. He doesnât meet your eyes as he moves to head back to his room. âEverything okay?âÂ
He stops to look at you when you ask that question and his eyes still look a bit distant. âYeah, fine. Why?âÂ
âI donât know, youâre being short with me,â you say.Â
He just shrugs. âI donât have anything to say.âÂ
âOkay,â you say, drawing out the first syllable. âWell, I just wanted to tell you that Minghao set me up with his friend Mingyu and I was thinking Iâd go out with him.âÂ
âYou donât have to tell me about your dates,â he says evenly.
âI just thoughtâŠâ you start.
âWe agreed,â he interjects. âEnjoy your date whenever you go.â
âThanks,â you say quietly to his retreating figure.Â
The whole point of agreeing to go out with Mingyu was to get things back to normal with Wonwoo. It was clear that you had gotten in over your head. Now, youâre wondering if things are going to be able to go back to normal at all. This isnât your normal dynamic. You always shared stories about dates, hook-ups, anything and everything under the sun. Your other friends always said it was weird for the two of you and you just ignored them. Now, you feel like youâre in it alone. Maybe theyâre right and it is weird.
Since itâs a little on the later side anyway, you decide to grab something from the kitchen and just head into your room. You can go to bed early and forget that whole conversation even happened. Thatâs probably for the best. Itâll be easier to get back to normal once youâre going on dates again. Once you stop fucking your roommate like you could have ever done that without forming some kind of feelings.Â
Itâs the middle of the night when you feel someone slide into bed around you. A familiar scent slips into your consciousness as an arm slides around your center. You nestle back into the chest and know for sure that itâs your roommate. The same man youâre trying hard to get over.
âWhat are you doing, Wonwoo?â you mumble in sleepiness.Â
âDonât go on the date with Mingyu,â he says. He sounds completely awake.Â
âWhat?â you ask. Your brain is still foggy from sleep.Â
âDonât go out with anyone else,â he says.Â
That makes you open your eyes as the words bounce around in your brain. You turn over to your other side so that youâre facing him. His hair is messy and all heâs wearing is a plain white t-shirt, but your heart still constricts a bit at the sight of him.Â
âWhat do you want, Wonwoo?â you ask, voice thick with mental exhaustion.
âExactly what I told you. I want you to turn Mingyu down,â he says.
âWhy should I?â you challenge.Â
âBecause, well, weâve got thisâŠâ he starts and fumbles over his words.
âWe havenât got anything. Youâve been avoiding me for days,â you point out. âHell, I asked you to stay in bed with me after you fucked me in the kitchen and you couldnât even make it til morning.âÂ
âI know, but I was scared that night because I realized I was starting to feel something,â he says. âAnd then Hao texted me to tell me heâd finally given your number to MingyuâŠâ
âFinally? What do you mean?â you asked.
âHeâs been asking for your number for months,â Wonwoo says through somewhat gritted teeth. âSo Minghao told me youâd agreed to be set up and I donât know, I guess I just decidedâŠâ
âTo avoid me?â you supply.Â
âI didnât know what to do. And I didnât know how to process you not telling me,â he admits.Â
âYou werenât around for me to tell you,â you point out. âWeâve been fucking. I wasnât just gonna be like oh by the way, Iâm going on a date.âÂ
âPlease donât go on a date with him,â Wonwoo asks again.
âI will consider not going if you can actually talk to me,â you say.Â
âAbout what?â he asks.Â
âEverything youâre feeling and why this whole letâs just be roommates that fuck was stupid,â you say.Â
âWhatever you want, sweetheart,â he says immediately.Â
You sigh, realizing that youâre not going to be able to go back to sleep, and send Wonwoo to the kitchen to get you something to drink. By the time heâs back, youâre sitting up in bed and ready to have an actual conversation.Â
You stay up entirely too late talking about everything between the two of you. Itâs a little hard to believe Wonwoo is so open with admitting how he feels. Itâs harder to believe that Wonwoo knew he felt something for you before the very first time you had sex. In his mind, it was clear that he wasnât just offering because the two of you were friends. He offered it as a way to gauge your own feelings. But, after that first time, he kind of figured it was just sex and tried to detach himself from it. That was when you started to feel something for him.Â
When heâs done admitting his own mistakes and feelings, you figure that itâs time for you to own up to your own. It was really silly to just make up his side of the conversation about why he didnât stay in bed with you that night. After all, the one thing you both stressed before sleeping together the first time was that you had to be honest in your communication. Thatâs what friends did and you were friends before anything else. As it turns out, youâre both way more on the same page than either of you realized.Â
âYouâre wrong about one thing, though,â you admit.Â
âWhatâs that?â he asks.
âIt was never just sex for me. I was totally done the first time you kissed me,â you share, picking at a thread on your comforter to avoid looking at him.
âI kissed you before we even had sex,â he points out, incredulous.Â
âYeah, turns out Iâm not so good at the just friends who fuck thing,â you say with a shrug.Â
âIf Iâd have known that was all it took, Iâd have kissed you months ago,â Wonwoo grumbles.
That brings you up short. âNu, just how long have you liked me?âÂ
âI donât know, a while,â he says.Â
You just shake your head at him before pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. âJust talk to me next time.âÂ
âCan we go back to having sex now? I miss the feel of you,â he whines out. âAnd the taste.âÂ
âWe literally fucked less than a week ago,â you point out to try and avoid the way it makes heat pool.Â
âI could taste you every day and never get sick of it,â he says without any embarrassment.Â
âAre we really giving this a try?â you ask.
âUnless you donât want to,â Wonwoo says.
âI do, Iâm just scared. What if we try a relationship and it doesnât work?â you ask. âYouâre one of my best friends. I donât wanna lose that.âÂ
Wonwoo reaches out to tilt your head up. âWeâll just promise to be honest with each other. We can figure this out together.â
âOkay,â you agree.
âSo, weâre doing this?â he confirms.
âYeah, weâre doing this.âÂ
Just like that, you agree to take a leap with the only person that youâve always trusted to catch you every time you fall. It feels scary, but also completely natural.Â
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