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across stardust - one (j.yh)
summary:Â you and yunho have worked together for years, idol and makeup artist, but until today you've never touched him skin to skin. when the world tilts on its head from just a brush of his cheek, you realize he's so much more than a crush, he's your soulmate. one | two | three | four
note:Â please enjoy this truly self indulgent romance. will be four parts total, and i'll post each as soon as they are ready to go. happy comeback week, and i hope everyone enjoys this đ
tags/warnings: idol!yunho, makeup artist!reader, fem!reader, soulmates au, soulmate identifying marks, soulmate tattoos, tattoed!reader, a lot of fluff and tenderness, love at first touch, shared feelings/emotions/physical sensations, anxiety/stress over what to do, reader's family isn't the best, kq is not the best company for the purposes of this fic!, light smut including - heavy makeouts/grinding, hand kink, size kink, phone sex, sexting, fingering, jacking off, dirty talk, praise, use of good girl, use of pet names like baby/jagiya/sweetheart. basically this fic is an excuse for me to write star-crossed desperate love so i would say it's the literal opposite of a slow burn lmao
pairings:Â yunho x reader
genre: fantasy, romance, smut || soulmates au
word count:Â 17.9k
Itâs eleven in the morning when your day starts, hiding in the green room of a concert venue in Berlin, and the day feels lost already. With Eunji and Dahan ill that only leaves you and Iseul to handle makeup for all eight members and with how exhausted you are from yet another night of little sleep, you donât know how youâll be able to keep up. Youâre trying to stay awake, but while the members are all out on stage learning their marks and rehearsing the improvisational moments for this tour stop, the green room is quiet and you keep nodding off.Â
âBad night?â Iseulâs voice startles you out of one of your dips into sleep and your body jerks up right.Â
âFuck,â You breathe, âhey,âÂ
âHere,â She pushes a bright can into your hands, an energy drink, âyou need this.âÂ
âI need to be sedated,â You grumble, taking it from her, âthe time difference is never this hard,âÂ
âMm,â She shrugs, âitâs unpredictable,âÂ
âYeah,â You sigh, âI guess.âÂ
The thumping music outside as they run through another track is starting to give you a migraine. You take a long sip of the drink and then leave the can on the table in front of you, choosing instead to hide your face in the sleeves of your sweatshirt and let out another long sigh.Â
âGirl,â Iseul nudges you, âyou look like shit. Your station looks like shit.âÂ
âThank you?âÂ
âIn thirty minutes weâre going to be busier than weâve been since that Inkigayo stage for Answer,â She points out and you grimace at the reference. Back then it really was just a skeleton staff and one of the makeup artists quit on the spot, too stressed to continue the work and walking out in the middle of doing Yeosangâs foundation.Â
What a mess those old days used to be. Nostalgia sometimes makes you forget how late those nights were and just how impossibly tired you had been. This feels too reminiscent of that for sure.Â
Iseul taps your shoulder to get you to lift your face as she continues, âI know youâre tired, but I canât do this shit on my own. I need you.âÂ
âOkay,â You breathe, scrubbing your hands over your face to jolt yourself awake as best you can, âyouâre right, Iâm sorry,âÂ
âDonât be sorry,â She gives you a sympathetic smile, âI get it.âÂ
This tiredness feels different though, so deeply ingrained in your body. Somethingâs been keeping your adrenaline running like a long, drawn out anxiety attack and you canât understand it. Youâve been on tour before, youâve been on planes, youâve had long days, and youâve worked with this exact group for years. Thereâs nothing on paper that should be making you so anxious, but the threads of it are humming in the deep back of your brain even now.Â
âCome on,â Iseul prompts again, pulling you to your feet, âletâs get you in gear.âÂ
âRight,â You take another long sip of your energy drink and pray it starts kicking in soon and that the effects wonât make you feel crazier, âletâs do this.âÂ
She helps you put your station together with ease and then pull yourself together. Within those precious thirty minutes of calm before the storm youâve downed two cans of pure caffeine, assembled your station and strapped on your brush belt, and tried to make yourself some form of presentable by slicking your hair back into a smooth knot and adding a coat of lip balm.Â
As always, the boys have used the ladder game to determine hair and makeup order which means those at the bottom of the list have more time to relax fresh-faced on the couches before getting poked and prodded and wrapped up like presents for thousands of screaming fans. With only you and Iseul available itâs about to be a race against the clock to get them ready.Â
Their managers hustle them from the stage to the back rooms where the rest of the staff waits, and the members gather around you and Iseul and your makeshift makeup stations.Â
âAlright,â Iseul says as the members quiet down, âweâre down some staff as you know,âÂ
They nod attentively and you trade a close lipped smile with Hongjoong.Â
âWeâre just going to do the best we can as quickly as we can,â She explains, looking down at their names on a slip of paper, âWooyoung, Yeosang, Jongho, San,â she recites, âyouâre with me in that order.âÂ
You run through the names on your slip, âHongjoong, Seonghwa, Mingi, Yunho, that leaves you with me.âÂ
Iseul nods as you finish your words, âPlease be ready to slot in when the person in front of you is finished, and then you can go directly to wardrobe for your soundcheck outfits,âÂ
âWeâve got it,â Hongjoong nods, âand if thereâs anything you both need,âÂ
âWeâll be fine,â Iseul assures him, âbut itâs definitely going to be cutting it close,âÂ
âWe should get started,â You cut in, âif youâre ready?âÂ
Hongjoong jumps to your chair immediately and Wooyoung steps to Iseulâs, and before you know it youâre off.Â
The room is alight with activity while you both work, only you donât have a relaxed pace and only two members to perfect. Youâre used to working with Wooyoung and Seonghwa, theyâve been your assigned members for as long as youâve worked with Ateez, but when staff shortages or timing gets tight, it can be a bit of a free for all.Â
You stay focused and execute each memberâs makeup like a well rehearsed dance, and you do your best to ignore the buzzing anxiety in your veins. For a little while, you handle it like a professional.Â
When Yunho finally settles into your chair, about a single second after Mingi leaves it, the exhaustion careens back into you sideways. It takes you a minute to prep your tools this time, and youâre pretty sure that without the artificial pick me up of the energy drinks youâd be passing out on the spot.Â
You steady your hands against the vanity in front of you and take a deep breath, and when you look up you catch Yunhoâs eyes in the mirror, a tiny crease of concern between his brows.Â
âYou okay?â He checks.Â
You give him a smile, albeit a tired one, âThe jet lag is really hitting this time,â you explain, âbut Iâm fine,âÂ
He looks sympathetic immediately, âSame for me, I feel like Iâm barely sleeping,âÂ
âThatâs not good,â You tell him as you prep your stainless steel palette, âyou have a long night ahead,âÂ
âIâll sleep tonight,â He says, âIâm sure,âÂ
âAfter dancing for three hours Iâd hope so,â You smile and pick up your first set of tools before turning towards him.Â
âDo you have anything you could take?â He asks, studying your face, âA sleep aid?âÂ
âI usually donât like to,â You admit, âI always feel groggy the next day,âÂ
âAnd we have another show,â He finishes for you, his lips coming together in a thin line as he thinks.Â
Thereâs nothing really for him to do, but itâs kind of him anyway to be so concerned. They always are, this rare group of eight idols who remember staff birthdays, bring coffee on the early morning schedules, and always, always take extra time to clean up after themselves so itâs not left to anyone else.Â
You take a step closer towards him and glance over his bare face and then it occurs to you, âYou know whatâs funny?âÂ
âHmm?â He tilts his face up to you.Â
âI donât think Iâve ever done your makeup before,â You smile, itâs a ridiculous thought.Â
âNo way,â He blinks, thinking back, âitâs been⊠forever, are you sure?âÂ
You nod, âYouâre usually with Eunji,â you tell him, âand even when weâve swapped around, I donât think so. I think youâre the only member Iâve never done,âÂ
âWow,â He laughs, eyes bright, âwell, I guess thereâs a first time for everything.âÂ
âIs there anything,â You start to ask him if thereâs anything he prefers, anything special about his makeup that he gets done with Eunji that he asks for, but Iseul catches you idle as she pats foundation onto Sanâs forehead and answers for you.Â
âHis skin gets dry,â She jumps in, âdonât use too much powder,âÂ
Yunho grins, a laugh on his lips at the directness of her words.Â
âAnd donât use that oil,â Iseul adds, âthat primer oil you like, heâll break out by tomorrow,âÂ
âThank you, Iseul,â Yunho says, and you watch Sanâs face as he stifles a chuckle.Â
âNoted,â You smile, and you swap out two of the products in your hands before taking up your position by his side again.Â
Youâve gotten used to working with idols, to working with Ateez and with Yunho specifically, and yet when you get this close a little flutter of nerves rocks through your belly. Heâs handsome, and if youâre being honest heâs just your type. Maybe itâs the exhaustion, or this weird feeling in your chest that youâve been dealing with all week, but for the first time in a long time you think about what it would be like to kiss his lips.Â
âHow do you want me?â He asks, breaking your thoughts, and you have to shake off the impending blush at the way his words make you feel. You have work to do, and you had gotten over your silly little crush on him years ago, you need to get a grip.Â
You recover fairly smoothly though with a quick smile, âRight,â heâs never worked with you before, and heâs looking to you for direction, âhead back a bit, please, and eyes closed,âÂ
âAlright,â He follows your instructions to the letter.Â
âOkay,â You tell him, âprimer first. Let me know if anything bothers you,âÂ
âMhm,â He hums and stays relaxed.Â
He has the loveliest eyelashes, thatâs the thought that echoes through your brain as you start working on him, and you wish it never occurred to you at all because you keep glancing up at his closed eyes. He lets you work, he knows youâre exhausted so he doesnât push you for conversation, and youâre strangely grateful. You know heâs chatty sometimes in the chair, an extrovert through and through and always keeping Eunji company or talking with the member beside him, but right now he keeps still and gives you respite on a hard day.Â
Youâre patting foundation into his skin with a large paddle brush when Iseul interrupts your thoughts, âDo you have that eggplant liner?âÂ
âCheck my table,â You offer, but with how sluggish your brain is feeling thereâs no way you remember a single thing on your station without looking.
âMm,â She pivots around and pokes through the products and tools behind you, and you glance over as San opens his eyes to watch Iseul rifle through things.Â
âDamn,â She mutters, âhow much time do we have?âÂ
âUm,â You glance down at your watch, âtwenty?âÂ
âPerfect,â She scoots behind you and disappears into the hall, no doubt to find your traveling makeup case and the liner.Â
You sigh, chewing the inside of your lip at the idea that you only have twenty more minutes, but you really donât want to rush and have his makeup melt off on-stage.Â
âYouâre fine,â San assures, his body angled towards you and Yunho now while he waits, âdonât worry about the clock,â
Yunho hums his agreement from below you, âPlenty of time,â
You refocus on Yunhoâs skin and notice a long black and white hair from the paddle brush affixed to his cheek, mixed in with the foundation. You take the brush again, wiping off any excess foundation and checking to see if more fibers are loose, and then you work the brush against his cheek in an attempt to free the loose hair but it isnât coming off easily. Every attempt you make just slides the hair into a different spot on his cheek and covers it with more foundation.Â
âUm,â You usually donât like to do this, but you might have to, âcan I justâŠâ
His eyes open but his expression stays smooth, âCan you?âÂ
âSorry,â You shake your head, âdo you mind if I touch you?âÂ
âYou already are,â He smiles, a small, amused crease between his brows youâll have to pat out momentarily.Â
You tuck your brush away and gesture with your hand, âYou just have a hair,âÂ
âOh,â He laughs, âof course, yeah,âÂ
Youâre just supposed to touch his cheek, brush away the hair with the pad of your finger and then get back to work, thatâs all it is, so youâre completely unprepared for the feeling that rockets through your chest when your skin finally touches his.Â
Yunho gasps softly as your fingers brush over his cheek, his eyes blowing wide and his expression blanking, and itâs the only indication you have that he feels something too. A tightness wrenches in your chest, like someone pressed something hot and hard directly into your breastbone and your stomach does a somersault. Your ears are ringing, and youâre pretty sure your heart is about to beat out of your chest now that itâs started up again.Â
The tattoo on your chest feels warm beneath your blouse.Â
âYou,â Yunho manages, his voice shaky and you know for sure he felt it too.Â
You rock back a step, âI donât understand,âÂ
âShit,â Someone else says, and then you realize that itâs San and youâre not alone with the only other person in the entire world, youâre in the middle of work in front of at least one other person and itâs only your existence that just got tilted on its axis. Yours and maybe Yunhoâs.Â
âOh,â You glance to the side, taking in Sanâs wide eyed expression, âoh my God,âÂ
âIâm not insane, am I?â Yunho smiles, his focus entirely on you, and you think you might just pass out, âYou felt that?âÂ
Thereâs a noise in the hall and San scrambles up to his feet, âIseul,â he says heading for the door, âdo you need help looking?âÂ
Heâs covering for you both, but thoughts are slow to form and all you can manage is blinking at the man in your chair.Â
âYou did, right?â He asks again, eyes soft and hopeful, and then his fingers brush over the center of his chest. Squarely over his breastbone.
Heâs yours.Â
You want to reach out and yank up his shirt, check the tattoo over his heart to see if itâs the same looping knot shape as yours, but you donât need to see it to know for sure. Itâs him.Â
San says something about forgetting the liner altogether, a little louder so you both know the room is going to get crowded again, and you shake your head to jolt yourself out of your paralyzed position.Â
âYou didnât?â His hand falls.Â
âI did,â You rush to correct, âIâm, I donât know,âÂ
He nods, wetting his lips and shifting in his chair. He moves to reach for you, but reason and sense click back into place immediately and you realize that no matter what your tattoo feels like and no matter what this means, youâre at work and about to have a very private moment in a very public place if youâre not careful.Â
You shake your head with a glance at his hand and jerk your head towards the door, âLater,âÂ
âRight,â He leans back from you, âof course, right,âÂ
Footsteps to your right draw your attention and Iseul is huffing, checking her own watch, âWeâll do brown,âÂ
âThatâll be fine,â San assures her, but his eyes are glued on the pair of you.Â
Iseul moves to step around you again and realizes youâre just standing there, âWhatâs with you?âÂ
âSorry,â You manage, blinking hard and refocusing, âI just got dizzy,âÂ
Itâs not entirely a lie, given that you felt the entire earth shift under your feet thirty seconds ago and your life is completely changed. Dizzy is the least of how youâre feeling.Â
Yunhoâs expression shifts immediately, concern across his face, and he curls his fingers into his palms to keep himself from reaching out again, from being too familiar.Â
âOh,â Her eyebrows raise high, âdo you need me to finish Yunho?â
âN-no,â You take a breath, âjust give me one second,âÂ
âAre you sure youâre alright?â Yunho asks, and in the back of your brain you wonder if his voice has always sounded this good.Â
âHere,â San cuts in smoothly, cracking the seal on a fresh water bottle and passing it over to you, âdo you need to sit a minute?âÂ
Sanâs hand rests on your upper back between your shoulders as you take a long sip of water, the cold shocking your brain back to reality in exactly the way you need.Â
âThank you,â You tell him honestly, âI think Iâm okay, just a headrush,âÂ
San nods, and when you refocus your eyes on Yunho, you almost laugh. His gaze is squarely on Sanâs hand where it sits on your back, and you watch the fast, silent exchange between the two men when San drops his hand and Yunho realizes his own reaction. He blushes, ears running red and he dips his head to avoid both your eyes.Â
âIseul,â San steps around you both and distracts your friend, âready to wrap?âÂ
âYeah,â She agrees, âletâs finish up. Youâre sure youâre okay, y/n?âÂ
âMhm,â You hardly trust your own voice, but you nod anyway, âIâm good now.âÂ
Yunho tilts his face back up as you step close, and the tension between you is so palpable and so familiar that you can hardly breathe. Your tattoo feels warm and heavy and something tells you that his does too, you can see it in the tenderness of his brown eyes.Â
âDizzy?â He asks quietly, keeping his words just for you.Â
You shake your head, âNo,â
âThatâs good,â He murmurs, but he lets whatever words he wants to say rest on his tongue.Â
Your tattoo throbs and you donât dare touch his bare skin again.Â
His makeup takes fifteen more minutes and his eyes donât stray from your face the entire time. You barely finish on time, and wardrobe is standing by to get them into their first outfits of the night, so when you put the final touches on heâs already being pulled out of the chair before you have a chance to say anything.Â
You want to corner him and ask him exactly when heâll have time to talk later, but despite working together for the last few years, you and Yunho arenât that close. Youâre friendly, but youâre not familiar enough to casually ask what heâs doing later and not have it seem strange. While friendships between staff members and idols are not discouraged, even between the opposite sex, being overly familiar or suggestive would certainly leave a question in everyoneâs minds, and you donât want to draw attention to yourself that quickly.Â
This is between you and Yunho, no one else. You donât want an audience for this.Â
So he goes, pulled away by wardrobe and his other members, fitted quickly into his Soundcheck outfit. He has his game face on, so do all the members, and you watch him disappear down the hall without a second glance back at you.Â
You collapse into the couch and press your eyes closed, focusing on the singular feeling of heat and soreness from your chest.
A soulmate.Â
The tattoo on your chest was one you barely looked at anymore, too focused on living your life to sit in the mirror and wonder about the person who would be your other half, the person that would slot into the gaps in your spirit with a simple brush of skin on skin. But now, it aches. It pulses to remind you that itâs real and that youâve found him.Â
Everything in your life is about to change. Has already changed.
On the couch you donât sleep as much as you disassociate, still stunned, your buzzing brain filtering out everything Iseul says as she cleans up around you and preps both of your brush belts for touch ups. Thereâs such a small amount of time between Soundcheck and the concert that you barely get to process, you just exist, playing the moment you touched him over again and again in your mind. Despite how utterly changed you feel, the world is just continuing on around you like a regular day.
Once again, you and Yunho miss each other for every brief moment between Soundcheck and stage.
The shift happens in the wings, in the underbelly of the stage where you and the other staff members for hair, makeup, and wardrobe wait for any last minute quick fixes. The eight of them are almost ready, pumping themselves up between rows of technical equipment and stage scaffolding.Â
Thereâs so much commotion around you and yet your eyes are drawn to him like a magnet, the feelings you once had for him coming back to you full force in a blurry torrent.Â
He shifts, stretches, swallows hard, and then looks up directly into your eyes. Thereâs a question in them that you canât read, but you manage to smile.Â
His shoulders relax just a little.Â
You raise your fist, giving him the gesture for âfightingâ and he returns it with a wide grin.Â
âAlright,â Hongjoongâs voice cuts through, the final step of their pre-show ritual as the concert hall starts to roar, âhuddle up.âÂ
The eight of them circle up with each other, one leg in and one out.Â
âWeâve practiced hard,â Hongjoong starts, patting his members on the back, âlet that practice pay off, and have fun out there,âÂ
âOkay!â San hypes them up, getting the tension high.Â
âLetâs give it our all,â Hongjoong continues, a wide smile on his face, âfighting!â
They echo it back, and a tense feeling starts to roll in your gut.Â
âAlright, one,â Hongjoong starts the count and you feel the tension in your own body rising, enough to make you take a soft step back from the group, âtwo,âÂ
On three they chorus it, moving their feet in a synchronized step, âEight makes one team! Fighting!âÂ
They break apart, clapping each other on the back, and your eyes meet Yunhoâs for one more fast second before heâs jogging after the rest of the members and finding his mark on the stage risers.Â
You feel the sensation of his eyes on you even after heâs gone. You have the length of four songs and their opening ments before members start swapping out on stage for makeup touch-ups and technical adjustments. The sound of the audience is intense, the start of the first song keying up, and you stumble back from your post to get a breath of air away from it all.Â
Thereâs a bathroom along the hallway two doors down from the green room thatâs meant for staff and you blissfully find it empty. With shaking hands you flip the lock and sink down into a crouch, your back braced against the wall as you breathe through the sudden wave of feelings filling your chest.Â
Adrenaline, thatâs what the bitter taste on your tongue is.Â
Your heart is thumping, double time like youâre running a marathon, and then you realize it. You can feel him, even now with the bond between you unfulfilled you can feel his emotions coming to you like a wave. Adrenaline, anxiety, euphoria, exhaustion, it all roils through you and you brace your hands on the wall to get your composure back.Â
They say the first time you feel your soulmate link it takes you by surprise, but this is an intensity you couldnât have imagined. Itâs all encompassing and honestly terrifying, and youâre struggling to understand which parts of you are you and which are him. You canât conceive of how an accepted bond would make this feeling stronger when it already feels like your emotions and his are knit together so tightly.Â
Anxiety strikes down the link and you realize itâs not stage fright, itâs for you. He can feel your panic and your fear just like you can feel every ounce of his performance and if you donât get yourself in check youâre going to be distracting him even more than you already are.Â
You yank yourself up off the floor and collapse against the sink, turning on the cold water tap and taking slow and steadying breaths. In through the nose, out through the mouth. Counting slowly, relaxing your body with every pulse of oxygen through your system. You hope he can feel it, but you have no idea how this all really works. Youâll have to call your sister when this is all said and done, find out what she felt when she met her wife, but right now in this bathroom in Berlin you have to do this by yourself.Â
You hear the pulse of another song thrumming through the stadium as they keep performing, and you feel the thundering beat of his heart in your chest, but you breathe into it this time and try to keep yourself calm for his sake. You splash cold water on your face, keep breathing low and slow, and eventually you pull yourself back up to standing tall to look at yourself in the mirror.Â
You look the same as you did a few hours ago, before him, but the warmth in your chest is still present and you wonder if that will ever go away or if thatâs just a permanent part of the link.Â
With shaky hands you unbutton your blouse and pull your bralette down in the center to reveal what you already know is there. Your breath catches in your throat at the sight.Â
The tattoo nestled at the base of your sternum is the only one you were born with. Every other line of ink on your body was put there with intention, but this one youâve had for as long as you can remember. The maedeup knot is small, but intricate, and until this moment it had always been colorless. Loops of black and gray twining together to make a rounded diamond, unbroken with no beginning or end to the threads.Â
Now the ink has changed, a deep red against your skin that makes the knotted josephin soulmark look even more traditional, but the skin is slightly inflamed, tender to the touch as you brush your fingertips along it. It feels like a fresh mark, not something youâve had since birth, but considering how itâs changed, maybe it is new. A soulmark shifting color is common, you know that, but it still stands out so starkly against your skin and your other black tattoos. You canât look away from it.Â
A pounding on the bathroom door makes you jump and you fix your shirt, covering the mark back up and buttoning it away. You wonder if Yunhoâs mark is the exact same like other couples you know and if it too turned red, if itâs warm to the touch, if he felt you brush against your mark through the link.Â
ây/n?â A voice comes through the door and you shut off the tap.Â
âComing!â You wipe the excess water on your hands onto your jeans and take one last, fast look to make sure your mark isnât visible, before opening the bathroom door.Â
Wonshik, one of their many managers, is waiting for you on the other side. His eyes narrow when he sees you, âAre you ill?âÂ
âNo,â You assure him.Â
âYouâre sure?â He presses, âWe canât afford to lose any more staff or risk getting the members sick if you are,âÂ
âI know, Wonshik,â You nod, âI promise Iâm just tired, jet-lagged. I was putting cold water on my face, thatâs all. Iâm not sick,âÂ
He exhales in relief, his expression softening, âThank God,â he says, âI can only take so many surprises.âÂ
A little sickness is nothing compared to a staff member and an idol under a dating ban being soulmarked, but you hold your tongue.Â
âTheyâre about to come off,â He says, âIseul was looking for you, she seems like she might start climbing the walls if you donât get back to help her,âÂ
âNo, of course,â You start back towards the side stage entrance, âI lost track of time, but it wonât happen again,âÂ
âMake sure you sleep tonight,â He adds, following you closely, âno sleep means no immune system, and no immune system means sick.âÂ
âDonât worry,â You promise, winding your way through the dark backstage, âyou wonât lose me,âÂ
âI better not,â He sighs, and then Iseul comes into sight.Â
âThere you are!â She hisses low under her breath, âI was about to have a panic attack,âÂ
âIâm sorry, Iâm here, Iâm good,â In the commotion, your brain starts to ease into normalcy. Youâre used to this pace, the speed of lightning fast makeup touch-ups and assisting wardrobe when things start to go awry with their quick changes. The audience feels none of this, they just see smooth change-outs on stage and cool idols in new clothes, but backstage is a wild flurry and it always puts you on an entirely different plane of focus.Â
âHere we go,â A stage director starts, gathering everyoneâs attention, âfour minutes⊠startingâŠâÂ
The stage goes dark and in the venue a video starts to play to the crowd to fill the space between costume changes. You prep your hands, making sure your kit is ready to go and you see the wardrobe specialists out of the corner of your eye readying themselves to help facilitate the quick change.Â
Suddenly theyâre here, and the stage director interrupts once more, âNow, four minutes people, letâs go.âÂ
âMingi,â He gets to you first and he crouches down to drop his face to your height, âstay still one second,âÂ
He says nothing, but he nods as you pat powder across his forehead and the bridge of his nose, checking him over for any other defects. He looks good and you nod, âGo, go,âÂ
Mingi peels off to the left of you and you hear the sound of fabric swishing as he and Wooyoung rip off the top layer of their outfits behind the privacy screens and trade garments with the wardrobe team. Itâs a fast shuffle, but you stay focused on whoâs in front of you.Â
âSeonghwa,â You wave to him, pulling blotting tissues out of the pack on your belt, âhere,âÂ
He knows this drill well, youâre used to working with him and you have a clean routine down. He blots the sweat off his brow himself and starts to unbutton his jacket while you shift focus to Yunho.Â
For a split second you almost forget what happened earlier in the buzz of backstage, but the minute your eyes hold on his awareness floods you.Â
âHey,â You say, but thereâs a time clock shout behind you and you beckon him down, âcome here, let me fix things,â
He drops down to your height just like Mingi did and stays steady while you work, but his eyes flick up, âYouâre okay?âÂ
âIâm good,â You nod, âdonât worry,âÂ
His expression clears a little and you guess you have your answer about the feeling of the link going both ways.Â
Hongjoong clears his throat behind you both, âWeâre short on time,âÂ
âAm I good?â Yunho checks.Â
Your eyes flick over him fast, âYep,âÂ
Heâs out of your eyeline a split second later, and youâre grateful for the distraction of both Hongjoong and Seonghwa, otherwise youâre sure youâd dwell a little bit too long on the fact that Yunhoâs half naked next to you, privacy screen or no.Â
âOne minute,â The stage director announces, âeveryoneâs doing great,âÂ
The boys are almost done, flying through the last of their zips and getting their hair smoothed down by that team as they finish. You put the last pat of powder on Seonghwaâs nose and give him a nod before heâs gone too, dropping his jacket as he goes and giving you all a quick flash of his bare back.Â
You turn back towards the group as they prepare and your eyes zero in on Yunho again. His expression is serious, itâs his game face before he gets back out on stage, and you watch as he corrects the placement of his in-ears and ensures that his mic pack is secured. He runs through his pre-stage ritual and you canât help but be a captive audience.Â
âGood work,â The stage director says as Seonghwa rejoins the eight, fully dressed and ready for stage, âfifteen seconds for act two,âÂ
The crowd heats up again as the video starts to fade, and the members do their final checks. Yunho doesnât look back at you once, his eyes forward and focused as he and the other members find their places on the rising platform that will take them back out to the main stage.Â
You can see him a little though, in the low light in his white trousers and blue satin shirt. He lifts his hand, adjusting his microphone once again, and then as he drops it back to his side he lets his fingers skim over the familiar hollow of his chest.Â
Your mark warms, you feel it as if it were your chest he brushed his fingers over, and your breath stops.Â
The platform rises, the crowd roars, and your heart starts beating to a new rhythm.Â
He really is yours.Â
It turns out that later means much later.Â
You manage to get out of dinner with some of the other staff members, but that just leaves you anxious and alone in a hotel room trying and failing to eat room service. Iseul would be back soon to take up her place in the other bed, and youâre starting to realize that you donât have Yunhoâs number.Â
Now that emotions are a little smoother, you canât feel him. Or maybe you can, but itâs so faint that youâre not sure. All you know is that heâs definitely in the hotel, but thatâs partially the solid feeling of your link with him and partially the YouTube live being broadcast from Seonghwaâs room where all of the members are.Â
You put the live on and watch, feeling strangely disconnected from the men on screen. Youâve known them for years, but suddenly with this new truth everything feels foreign and confusing.Â
You should call your sister, but itâs only six in the morning in Korea and even though this is an emergency of life altering and epic proportions, you canât bring yourself to wake her on a Saturday.Â
You try your best to eat the pasta you ordered and watch as the live eventually ends. Your phone dings and for a split second you think it will be him, but itâs just Iseul telling you sheâs heading back to the hotel.Â
A soft knock at the door makes your stomach lurch.Â
Youâre frozen.Â
Thereâs another knock, a little firmer this time but then you feel the warm touch against your mark and youâre on your feet, your hand on the door handle before you can think.Â
He looks tired, thatâs your first thought. His face is bare again, and his eyes are rimmed in a little bit of red like he just removed the dayâs stage makeup. Despite all that, he smiles when he sees you and sighs, leaning against the door frame, âYouâre awake,â he says.Â
âI waited,â You manage.Â
He grimaces, âIâm sorry, I didnât mean to,â his eyes flick behind you into the room and he swallows, âare you alone?âÂ
âYes,â You nod, âbut not for long, Iseulâs on her way,âÂ
He nods, âCome to my room?âÂ
âAre you sure?â Your eyes widen.Â
âWe need to talk,â He nods, âcan you get away for a little while?âÂ
Iseul will probably expect you to be asleep, but you canât let this go until morning. If youâre ever going to sleep you need to talk to him now.Â
âIâll think of something,â You tell him, âwhat room?âÂ
â2606,â He answers, reaching into his pockets and producing an envelope from the front desk, âtake this,âÂ
He passes you one of his room keys and you nod, âIâll be up in five minutes, but you should go,âÂ
âOkay,â He breathes and neither one of you makes a single move to step away from the door until a sound down the hallway pushes you into it.Â
â2606,â You repeat and he nods, swiftly moving down the hall before anyone can see him standing at your door.Â
You have no idea what youâre going to tell Iseul that would make sense, but you donât care. You stack up your room service for collection, kick on a pair of slippers, and give yourself the fastest look in the mirror ever on your way out the door. You want to be gone before she gets back, the idea of facing her and lying ten times more difficult than an empty text.Â
No problem - I canât sleep, Iâm just going to walk a bit. Donât wait up.
You donât stick around to see if sheâll believe it.Â
You try to seem casual when walking to Yunhoâs room, like it's yours. You donât want anyone to give you a second glance and wonder where youâre going, so you keep your head up, smile at anyone you pass, and when his door comes into view you scan the card like itâs any other day.Â
When the heavy door shuts behind you, you sigh.Â
âGod, finally,â His voice startles you, and you look up to see him pacing, âIâve been going insane all day,âÂ
Your shoulders drop, you arenât alone, âMe too,â
He runs a hand through his black hair and finally stops pacing, but doesnât come any closer, âSo, this is real?âÂ
âIt feels pretty real,âÂ
âHow did we never feel it?â He manages, âIâve known you for years,âÂ
âWeâve never touched until today,â You tell him, and that has to be the reason, itâs the only thing that makes sense. Youâve been turning it over in your mind all night, and with the exception of bumping into him last week in the hall, itâs all been polite bows and waves.Â
âHow is that even possible,â He breathes, âteam dinners? Holiday parties? Work?âÂ
âSkin to skin,â You murmur, âI think thatâs what it was,âÂ
âI had no idea,â He swallows, gesturing in the negative space between your bodies, âI always liked you, but I thought it was just, you know, a crush,âÂ
âYou what?â Your eyebrows raise.Â
âWell,â He backtracks, ânot like that, itâs not like Iâve been holding a candle.âÂ
Your face stays neutral, but he grimaces at his own words.Â
âIâm fucking this up,â He takes a deep breath, âIâm sorry, Iâm really nervous.âÂ
Your stomach warms, âYunho, itâs okay, honestly,âÂ
âI just meant Iâve always liked you, I thought about asking you out when our contracts loosened up if you were still single.â He clarifies and then you watch his face blanch, âYou are single, arenât you?âÂ
âYes,â You nod, âwe donât have to worry about that,âÂ
He nods and you see him searching for the next thing to say, the right thing.Â
âYour mark,â You cut in, taking a few steps further into the room, âdid it change?âÂ
âCompletely,â He nods, âdid yours?âÂ
âYeah,â You wonder the right way to ask him if you can see.Â
âDoes it feel,â He starts.
âWarm?âÂ
âYes,â He nods, âand tender?âÂ
âLike a fresh tattoo,â You take another step in.Â
âIâve never gotten a tattoo,â He confesses, âbut Iâll take your word for it,âÂ
âCan I,â The words are stuck on your tongue, âmaybe this is weird, but I mean, I guess weâre soulmates,âÂ
âYou want to see it?â He surmises.Â
âOnly if youâre comfortable,âÂ
His lips quirk, âIâm comfortable,â
Heat twists in your gut and you wonder if he can feel that too. If he does he doesnât say it, but you watch as he pulls the black t-shirt off over his head.Â
Youâve never seen his chest. Any inch of his skin except for his neck and arms really, and you guess that was part of keeping his soulmark covered. Idols always do, even when theyâre in the most inconvenient locations, thereâs always makeup or flesh colored tape or editing to take care of it. The idea that someone could replicate it and try to fake a connection is far too real for someone famous.Â
He drops his shirt onto the bed and pink tinges his cheeks as he gestures towards it, âWell,âÂ
Your mouth drops, itâs the exact same, down to the size and the placement and every little loop and you stumble forwards to get a better look, âYunho,âÂ
âYeah?âÂ
âHas yours always been red?â You reach out, your fingertips hovering just over it.Â
He shakes his head, âNot before today,âÂ
âMineâs the same,â You tell him, your eyes glued to his sternum, âjust the same,âÂ
You know every centimeter of this tattoo. Youâve studied it a thousand times in the mirror, tracing over every curve with your eyes, trying to find the place where the cord starts and ends. He sucks in a sharp breath as your fingers brush gently along his mark, and you feel the ghost of the sensation against your own.Â
âI canât believe we never knew,â You murmur, sliding your finger along each rounded edge.Â
âYou feel that?â He asks, âRight?âÂ
Youâre nodding and moving to tug off your sweater before you can even think it through. He starts to shake his head, to say that you donât have to, but youâre already tossing the sweater next to his discarded shirt and tugging down the front band of your bralette so he can see the whole mark.Â
His eyes flick over you fast, but with the matching mark in front of him he doesnât focus on anything else, âItâs exactly the same,âÂ
âI know,â You reach for his hand, but the minute more of your skin connects with his you feel your chest throb and you drop it like it burns you.Â
He winces, touching his chest again, âIs it supposed to hurt?âÂ
âIn the beginning,â You nod, âI think?âÂ
âDoes it always feel like that?âÂ
âIâm not sure,â You admit, âI was going to call my sister and ask, but itâs too early at home,âÂ
He smiles, âYour sister found her soulmate?âÂ
âIn highschool,â You smile back, âtheyâve been bonded together since they were eighteen,âÂ
âOlder or younger?â He asks, and you realize just how little you know about each other despite how long youâve worked alongside him.Â
âYounger,â You say. Â
âI have a little brother,â He replies, âbut heâs still in school,âÂ
You nod, painfully aware that this is such a strange conversation to have with your shirts off just standing in the middle of a hotel room, but somehow itâs easier than any date youâve ever had.Â
Your eyes flick from his eyes to his mark and he reaches out a hand again, âCan I?âÂ
Your heart quickens and you nod.Â
His fingertips graze over the edge of your mark, mimicking your touch from before, sliding along the edges of the tattoo. His eyes widen and you know heâs feeling the sensation in his own mark, a mirror image of each other.Â
âThis doesnât hurt,â He observes, letting his fingers linger.Â
âI think we have to get used to each other,â You remember that fact from somewhere, âthe link has been dormant for a long time, I think it takes a minute to get used to having it,âÂ
âMakes sense,â He murmurs, his eyes still squarely on your mark, âIâll be honest though, I still really want to touch you,âÂ
âYeah?â Your voice is thready.Â
His fingers fall away and he nods, âDonât you?âÂ
âYes,â You agree, painfully quickly.Â
He swallows tightly and takes the smallest step forwards, before offering out his hand, palm up and waiting for you.
Your eyes flick from his face down to his outstretched hand, and you reach for him slowly. You let your fingertips skate over the skin of his palm, down each digit, ghost the pads of your fingertips together. Itâs warm, sharp and dizzying even just to brush against each other.Â
You wonder what more will feel like.Â
âCan I try something?â He murmurs, his voice nearly a whisper even though youâre all alone.Â
You nod.Â
He wets his lips unconsciously and moves a little closer, your bodies now only inches apart. Anxiety, anticipation, thrill, it all runs through your gut like a whirling wind and you shiver at the torrent of his emotions, a grin breaking out over your face.Â
His smile mirrors yours, âYour heartâs beating a mile a minute,âÂ
âYou can feel that?âÂ
âYeah,â He breathes, grin widening, âthis is crazy,âÂ
You laugh, a little nervous, a little elated, and he finally reaches out his hands.Â
He takes a steadying breath, and then his fingertips brush along your jaw.Â
You suck in a sharp gasp at the sensation, electric and hot, the feeling rocketing through your entire body. You tilt your face up to his as he continues his gentle touches, your eyes watching him as he studies you. His plush lips are parted, brown eyes wide with awe as he grows a little bolder to brush over your cheeks, down your throat, and back up to your jawline.Â
âFeel alright?â He murmurs.Â
You nod into his touch and he starts to lift off but you reach for him, âDonât stop,âÂ
Your hands land safely on his hips, still covered by his sweatpants and you watch him swallow again at the sudden contact, his Adamâs apple bobbing in his throat. Warmth fills the bond, no doubt the first threads of his arousal, and you wonder if he can feel your own. If he can sense how much heâs affecting you with just his fingertips on your face.Â
His hands settle back on your skin, this time smoothing across you with his palms, one hand cupping your cheek and the other sliding over your shoulder and down your bare back.Â
You can barely breathe, the room so silent and around you, like the only thing in the universe that exists is the two of you orbiting each other, standing at the precipice of something so catastrophic and wonderful.Â
Your hands adjust, resting on his taut abdomen as you move a little closer together, and his eyes flutter shut as he breathes through the sensation of your hands on him properly for the first time.Â
âYouâre so warm,â You murmur, your hands softly tracing his abdominal muscles, instinct guiding you to touch more of him, seek out every inch of him as you unconsciously make a map of his body in your mind.Â
He hums pleasantly, eyes reopening, âSo are you,âÂ
He feels so right, so essential under your touch.Â
Yunho wets his lips softly with his tongue, and a nervous thrill passes through your belly. His eyes flick over you, the pad of his thumb sweeping a line over your lips. You suppress a needy sound, still trying to keep your head amidst the thrumming emotions and steady thumps of your heart.Â
He doesnât stop, just stroking your skin slowly, fingers on your back pressing just a little as he sighs.Â
âYunho,â You shiver.Â
âCold?â He gravitates a little closer.Â
âN-no,â Your body is all but pressed flush against him now, and you have to lean your face up even more just to see him as he stands tall over you.Â
âIâŠâ He starts to say something but lets the words die off, like heâs thinking something through, but then he sighs, âforget it,âÂ
His lips are on yours.Â
Yunho lifts you, wrapping his arms around your back and tugging you up into his embrace. You gasp against his mouth, finding his shoulders to hold onto as one of his arms bands around your lower back.Â
The kiss is shattering, the world tilting once again, a new frequency humming between your two bodies. Itâs hot, your skin buzzing from the contact, but the way you move together is fluid and easy. Your legs part naturally, settling around his hips and his free hand finds your plush thigh as he tugs you into place, slotting your bodies together like they were always meant to be.Â
âIâm sorry,â He mumbles against your lips when he draws in a quick breath, but he doesnât stop kissing you. His nose nuzzles against yours, and his lips part at the same moment yours do, tongues meeting in the space between your mouths to flick against each other.Â
âDonât,â You push closer to him, fingers knotting into the back of his hair as you kiss him back.Â
He hums, the hand on your thigh sliding up to cup your ass and you shiver as his wide hand stretches across your backside, squeezing your pillowy flesh.Â
A tiny whimper does leave you then, liquid heat spreading through your body, the combined sensation of both your arousals giving you a headrush.Â
âSo beautiful,â He sighs between kisses, âyouâre so beautiful,âÂ
âYunho,â Your voice is thready, his name a stretched out sound.Â
He holds you close, nearly stumbling as he moves. You blink your eyes open just as he spins you both, pushing you up against the hotel wall and pinning you in place with the weight of his body. You should slow things down, but nothing in your life has ever felt this good and you find yourself diving back to meet his kiss again.Â
 His arm slides out from behind your back as he pushes closer, your body fully supported by the flat of the wall behind you and his hips under yours and one hand firmly anchored on your ass. With his arm free he cups your cheek, a pleased sound on his lips as he dips you back into the wall and deepens the kiss.Â
Heat blooms through you, your kisses getting needier, artless and desperate just to get a little closer together. The kind of kissing that sounds as messy as it is, tiny pants and moans muffled between you, skin on skin, tongue on tongue.Â
âGod,â He shudders, his lips breaking away, but his eyes only flick over you for a second before he dives back in. This time his lips travel, hot kisses across your jaw and back to the hollow of your ear, down your throat as he holds you a little higher on the wall for the right access.Â
You grip his shoulders with one hand and lock your fingers in his mess of black hair with the other, your head falling back against the wall. He pants against your throat, a soft groan as he kisses, and your stomach tightens pleasantly.Â
âY-Yunho,â You gasp, arousal rolling through you, and unconsciously you rock your hips, desperately seeking some kind of friction.Â
He hums low in his throat, kissing back up your neck fast to get to your lips again and his hand slides off your cheek as he crowds you tighter, bracing himself against the wall above your head. His abdomen presses against your core, and even through layers of fabric you feel his heat. Hungrily, you roll your hips again and catch a little pressure, moaning in earnest against his mouth.Â
Yunho makes a tight sound and then he breaks the kiss, his forehead pressing hard against yours as he takes in slow breaths, his body all but trembling with need as he holds you.Â
âWe need to slow down,â He manages.Â
You canât find words, not yet, but you nod against him.Â
âYou deserve better,â He says, âdates, presents,âÂ
You laugh softly, your hand in his hair softening from a grip to a gentle hold, carding through the long locks at the base of his neck, âI donât need all that,â Â
He smiles wide, brushing off your words, âStill,â He sighs, still recovering from the heated make out, âI think I have more self control than fulfilling our bond by fucking you into the wall,âÂ
Reality bleeds back in at that. Soulmarks were just that, indicator marks. A way to find your person amidst a sea of thousands, if not millions. All the shared sensation and emotion a precursor to something more permanent and binding, something only sealed together by sex.Â
You lift your head up, and he leans back to mirror you.Â
âI lost my head there,â You admit, warm blush in your cheeks, âI didnât know it would feel like this,âÂ
He smiles, and you take in his expression. His hair is a mess, mussed and disheveled and his face is pink from his nose down to the dark, well-kissed curve of his lips. His bare chest is flushed bright pink and his eyes are bright and warm. You fight the urge to kiss him again.Â
âMe either,â He shakes his head, âitâs incredible,âÂ
âOverwhelming,â You nod, exhaling softly.Â
He makes a soft sound to agree and then starts to push back from the wall gingerly, letting you slowly unwrap your legs from his waist and ease down to the floor.Â
He lets you go when youâre steady on your feet and clears his throat, adjusting the waistband of his sweatpants and running a hand through his tangled locks. Heâs hard, that much is obvious from the distinct outline of his cock through the gray fabric, but you do your best to look away and not think about how thick and heavy it looked just from kissing you.Â
âJesus,â He adjusts his sweats again, âsorry,âÂ
âItâs fine,â You cup your own cheeks with cool fingers, âI promise youâre not the only one,âÂ
His eyes hold yours for a lengthy beat and then he swallows, taking a wide step back and nodding, âRight,â he shakes his head, âweâre supposed to be slowing down.âÂ
âSlow,â You lean against the wall behind you, crossing your arms over your chest and trying to steady your thumping heart.Â
âIâm going over here,â He grins and walks to the far wall by the door to the bathroom, leaning back and crossing his own arms, âwe really should talk,âÂ
A pulse of anxiety flickers through you, and you realize just how quickly you went from his hotel room door to nearly falling into bed. Heâs handsome, a kind man, your once upon a time crush, and certainly fated to be a good match for you, but that doesnât mean you should throw out good sense and rush things. No matter how much your impulses were screaming at you to do just that.
You try to ignore the fact that thereâs a bed between you, and you nod, âYouâre right,â you finally say, âwe barely know each other,âÂ
Yunhoâs smile fades just a bit, âI wouldnât say that,âÂ
âWeâre coworkers,â The words tumble out, âI know what weâre both feeling, but,âÂ
His brow furrows as he thinks through your words and he shakes his head, ây/n,â he cuts you off, âdo you believe in soulmates?âÂ
âYes, of course,â Even if you hadnât before, the way youâre feeling now would be enough to dispel any skeptic.Â
He takes in a quick breath, the sound sharp as he draws it through his teeth and he cocks his head slightly to the side, âYouâre scared,â he massages the top of his sternum with his fingers, and you recognize your own chest is tight with anxiety, âI can feel it, talk to me.âÂ
The instant vulnerability of the bond is startling, and you can feel your own expression crumble. Itâs suddenly a bit like being an ant caught under a magnifying glass, too much sharp attention all at once and you swallow tightly, eyes flicking away from his tender gaze.Â
ây/n,â He murmurs, âIâm not pushing for more, not tonight,âÂ
âYeah,â Your voice is soft, too quiet for your own liking. Something about the way he sees you so clearly and so quickly makes you feel exposed, nervous and strangely childlike.Â
âHey,â He breaks through your little thought spiral, âlook at me,â
You straighten up again, finding his eyes.Â
âIâm just happy I found you,â He tells you, and you feel the truth of it in your gut, âwe can figure everything else out together, and at our own pace, okay?âÂ
Relief spreads through you, the knot in your chest loosening, âPromise?âÂ
âPromise,â He nods, raising one hand with his pinky extended, âI just want us to try,âÂ
You nod, extending your own pinky to seal it, âMe too.âÂ
He smiles at that, âBarely know each other,â he scolds softly, âIâm offended.âÂ
âOh yeah?â Tension bleeds out of your shoulders.Â
âMhm,â His expression is full of cheek, âIâm the one with a crush, remember? I notice things,âÂ
Your stomach flips pleasantly and your arms relax from their tight position crossed over your chest, âWhat things?âÂ
âLetâs see,â He starts, and for a brief moment you think maybe heâs bluffing, but the moment he starts you melt and he holds your gaze as he warmly recites all the little things heâs noticed about you over the years.Â
âYou only wear silver jewelry,â he notes first, nodding towards you.Â
Your tight hands uncurl.Â
âYou have a ridiculous sweet tooth,â The more he talks the more he relaxes against the far wall, âand you start getting flushed after the second shot of soju, you really are a lightweight,âÂ
âYou always pick a Big Bang song for karaoke, and youâre late to work every Monday,â He laughs a little at that and keeps going, âyou donât wear a lot of color but when you do itâs red. Weâre both from Gwangju but you moved to Seoul when you were five,âÂ
Your heart starts to beat a little faster, warmth filling you again and you donât know if itâs your affection or his anymore, but it hardly matters.Â
âUm,â He takes a deep breath and glances away for a moment and then catches more threads from his memory, âyouâre a Sagittarius, youâre a runner, and the last book I saw you reading was Kim Jiyoung, Born 1982. I bought it, but I havenât had a chance to read it just yet,âÂ
âYunho,â You find yourself smiling, a hand over your surprised lips.Â
âIâm just saying,â He shrugs a little, âwe arenât strangers. I know this is scary and fast and going to change the rest of our lives,âÂ
Elation, pure joy, spills over unfettered from his side of your new emotional tether.Â
âBut I like you,â He confesses, âI have for a while, and this,â he brushes his fingers along his soulmark, âjust changes the timeline.âÂ
Heâs yours.Â
You push off the wall, crossing the room and all but leap back into his embrace, your arms looping around his shoulders again as you push up on tiptoe to kiss his lips.Â
âThis is real,â You murmur.Â
âYes,â He cups your cheeks, nodding as he pecks your lips again.Â
âYouâre mine,âÂ
âYes,â He grins.Â
âOh, this is crazy,â You laugh, forehead against his again.Â
âWeâll go slow,â He assures you again, âweâll figure it out together,âÂ
âTogether,â You nod.Â
He dips low once more, this kiss more tender, and he separates you both before things can heat up again. âHmm,â He glances across the bed and makes a small face at the time displayed on the digital clock, âdid you eat?âÂ
âI tried to,â You confess, âI was nervous,âÂ
âYou need to eat,â He snaps up his black shirt from the bed and slips it back on, and your chest warms. Itâs strangely domestic, strangely commonplace like youâve been in this position a thousand times before.Â
Yunho adjusts his shirt and then kisses your hair as he passes by you, padding over to the hotel microwave and searching through the assorted snacks and instant meals, âItâs too late for room service,âÂ
âIâm okay,â You pull your own sweater back on and sit on the edge of his bed.Â
ây/n,â He glances back, a softly scolding tone.Â
âReally, you need to sleep,â You offer.Â
He dismisses that thought, âBut Iâm hungry, eat with me?âÂ
You concede, and while he starts whipping up two servings of ramen, you wonder if this is what heâs going to be like. It makes sense, heâs always been a caretaking kind of person, but having it so tenderly directed at you feels right.Â
âWhen we get home,â He says as he pours in the spice packets, âIâll take you somewhere nice,âÂ
âThis is nice,â You smile.Â
ây/n,â He sets the ramen on a side table and sits next to you, âthis is cup noodle from a hotel microwave,â
âThe company is nice,â You take the ramen happily though, and tuck into the warm meal.
âIt is,â
âMm, you know,â You slurp back some noodles and softly clear your throat, âyou werenât the only one with a crush,âÂ
He freezes, letting his noodles drop back into his cup, âWhat?âÂ
âIâve always liked you,â Your own confession feels easier after his, âI put it aside since we work together, but I guess, I mean, what Iâm trying to say is that we both felt it before the mark, youâre not alone in that.âÂ
 âI had no idea,âÂ
âIâm very professional,â You tease him lightly.Â
He nudges you and tucks back into his noodles, âHow long?âÂ
âHmm,â You get more comfortable, crossing your legs and scooting back a little onto the mattress, âI thought you were cute when we first met,âÂ
âGod,â He groans, âwe were such kids,âÂ
You nod, swallowing another bite, âMhm, you had that blonde hair,âÂ
He laughs.Â
âI remember thinking, âthat oneâs troubleâ,â You confess.Â
âMe?â His eyebrows perk up, âIâm perfectly nice,âÂ
âTrouble as in youâre my type,â You roll your eyes, âbut I donât think the crush properly came until later. Youâve always made me laugh, and when I realized how I was feeling I just did my best to keep some distance,âÂ
He nods, face getting a little serious, âI know what you mean,âÂ
That knowledge leaves you both a little quiet. The late hour, the adrenaline come down, all of it barrels into you at the same moment as the next anxious thought. How in the world were you both going to navigate this with a contract as tight as theirs and the public eye always watching?Â
âYunho,â You murmur, the last of your noodles left to go cold as you sit with that thought, âAre we going to be able to figure this out?âÂ
âFigure what out?â He looks genuinely confused by your question, âUs?âÂ
âYouâre an idol,â You nod towards him, âIâm staff,âÂ
He rests a hand on your knee, âWeâll be fine,âÂ
âArenât your contracts,â You trail off, letting him fill in the blanks.Â
âTheyâre strict, yes,â He nods, âyear seven,âÂ
Dating, romance, even the perception of it was more than discouraged by companies in this industry, their artists contractually obligated to be single and available and dedicated only to their fans. Five years would have been the industry standard to prevent any idol from being caught out with a partner, let alone a potential soulmarked one, but seven is excessive.Â
You blanch, âThatâs almost two years away,âÂ
âWe will find a way,â He says, âweâre not the first people in the industry this has happened to,âÂ
âReally?â You perk up, âWho?âÂ
He falls short, âWell, I donât know exactly, but itâs bound to have happened.âÂ
âAnd then ruined their careers,â You groan, flopping back flat on the mattress and covering your face with a hand, âwhich is why weâve never heard of them,âÂ
Yunho laughs, earnestly laughs, and takes the half empty ramen cup out of your hand to discard, âMaybe, but for now, letâs just stay positive. Get to know eachother better,âÂ
You nod.Â
âNothing can change the fact that we found each other,â He points out, dropping down onto his side on the bed next to you, âand Iâm okay with that.âÂ
âSo we just lie to everyone?â You chew at the inside of your lip, staring up at the white ceiling.Â
âHey,â Yunhoâs fingers tuck under your chin and draw your eyes to him, âI know youâre anxious,âÂ
You sigh, letting his softness calm you again.Â
âI know,â He repeats, âI am too, but we donât have to decide anything tonight. Weâre both tired and itâs been an emotional day,âÂ
âOkay,â You nod, âokay, yes, youâre right,âÂ
His thumb strokes over your cheek again, and you watch him exhale and sink further into your touch, âWill you stay tonight?âÂ
That wakes you up.Â
Your eyebrows raise, âStay?âÂ
âJust to sleep,â He assures you, âI just⊠I donât want to be without you yet,âÂ
âI need to get back before Iseul wakes up if we do that,â You note with a grimace.Â
âWhat time?â He glances back to the clock.Â
âSeven,â You say, âher alarm is set for seven-thirty,âÂ
âWe can do that,â He grabs his phone off the side table and sets an alarm, âweâll get up,âÂ
The pull between your bodies is so strong youâre fairly sure you would have stayed no matter the consequences, but you nod, âThen Iâll stay,âÂ
He grins and pushes himself off the bed, âIâve got clothes, if you want to get comfortable,âÂ
âSure,â you sit up and wait for him to find things in his still packed suitcase.Â
âUm,â He pulls a pair of black sweatpants from the bag, âthese should work, and if you get cold,âÂ
You smile as he grabs a gray hoodie and comes back to you.Â
As you start to pull off your sweater again, he turns around and leaves his back to you, âSorry,âÂ
âThanks,â You chuckle, making short work of changing. Youâre swimming in his clothes, but his sweatshirt smells like him and you just want to bury your face into it, âyou can turn around now,âÂ
His shoulders relax as he turns back, and you watch his lips part as he takes you in.Â
âWhat?âÂ
âYou look cute,â He clears his throat, shrugging off his reaction.Â
You smile and ease back onto the bed, âOh, I get it,â you laugh, âis your guy brain on fire because Iâm wearing your clothes? Is this some kind of⊠you won the competition, ownership thing?âÂ
He scoffs and rolls his eyes, kneeling on the bed to shuffle closer, âNo competition when youâre literally fated for me,âÂ
âRight,â You let the word drag out on your tongue to tease him.Â
âBut I like taking care of you already, and now youâre warm and comfortable,â He collapses next to you onto the mattress with a sigh, âand I know I donât own you, but you are mine, just like Iâm yours now. I wonât apologize for liking you in my clothes or in my bed, for liking when you look like my girlfriend,âÂ
Warmth blooms in your cheeks and you duck your face into the sheets.Â
âNow come get under the covers,â He maneuvers the duvet, âitâs late, you were dead on your feet today,âÂ
His voice is so warm and familiar, and you slide into the covers beside him.Â
In bed you keep a little distance, and despite the number of times both of you say that you should go to sleep, your conversation is almost impossible to stop. Yunho holds your hand in the middle space of the mattress between your bodies, and in the dim lighting of the hotel room you whisper thought after thought back and forth. A million things coming to mind you need to tell each other so suddenly now that youâve found each other.Â
As you talk his fingers travel, restlessly stroking your skin, up and down your arm and tapping out patterns. When his palm slides back and forth over the sharp lines of the tattoos on your upper arm, and you feel the question slipping out of your lips and revealing more about yourself than you intended before you can catch it.Â
âYour parents,â You blurt out, âwill they be happy?â Heâs spoken about them so much over the past hour that you canât help but ask him that question point blank.Â
âSo happy,â He responds with ease, a laugh on his lips, âthey always worried me being an idol meant Iâd never be able to find the one and settle down, theyâre going to love this story,âÂ
You smile at the easy way he calls you âthe oneâ, but the question you really asked still remains unanswered and you exhale softly, âBut,â you manage, âwill they be happy with me?âÂ
Yunho stills, reaching across the bed to hook his finger under your chin and draw your eyes up to his again, âVery happy,â he says, âjust like I am.âÂ
Your muscles relax, his words a soothing balm, and you adjust your position on the pillow beneath you, âJust checking,âÂ
âMhm,â He studies your face, âjagi, why wouldnât they be happy with you?âÂ
The endearment slips off his lips with ease, and a burst of warmth spreads through you. Youâve never needed pet names and softness like this from a partner, but from him it makes your heart quicken.Â
The momentary elation fades though, and his question comes back into your mind. You take a deep breath, you owe it to him to tell him now, âMy family wonât be happy,âÂ
âWith me?â His eyebrows raise.Â
âItâs me,â You shake your head, âmy parents have difficult ideals, and Iâve never pleased them. It wouldnât matter who you were, they⊠theyâll find a way to not be happy for me.â
His eyes soften, and his thumb strokes along your jaw, âIâm sorry,âÂ
âIt is what it is,âÂ
âAre your parents soulmates?â He asks softly.Â
You shake your head, âNo, they donât really believe in soulmarks,âÂ
You watch his eyes widen in surprise.Â
âUnless,â You canât stop yourself from rolling your eyes, âthe match is âfortuitousâ,âÂ
âFor status?â He surmises.Â
âStatus, money,â You shrug, âconnection. But I think I could marry the next president and theyâd still find a way to be disappointed in me,âÂ
His jaw flexes tense for just a moment, before his expression smooths over again.Â
âAnyway,â You clear the bad thoughts away as quickly as they came, âmy sister and I never went along like they wanted, like my cousins and the rest of my family, so we are the great disappointments. Itâs not⊠itâs fine, but, I guess you should know before we, you know,âÂ
He smiles, a bit of amusement in his expression that you canât place, âDid you think having bad parents would scare me off?âÂ
âIt could,âÂ
âNo,â He slides a hand under your side and tugs you across the mattress to press a fast kiss to your lips, âit never could.âÂ
âBut Iâm,â You start, all the reasons why a partner might care ringing in your ears.Â
âBeautiful?â He cuts you off, âJust my type? If itâs anything else I donât want to hear you say it,âÂ
Your stomach flip flops hard and you push lightly against his chest to get him to stop.Â
âThe thing is,â He brushes your hair back from your cheek, âmy parents are soulmates. I grew up in a house full of a lot of love, even when they were being strict and scolding us.âÂ
Your smile at his warm expression.Â
âSo I know theyâll love you,â He explains, âthey know what this feels like, what it means. I have plenty of family for us both,âÂ
Your throat constricts, tears threatening for a moment.Â
âYour sister, though,â He grounds you out of the bad thoughts without even thinking, âyou two are close?âÂ
âVery,â
âIâd like to meet her,â He smiles.Â
âYou two would get along great, my sister and her wife both, actually,âÂ
Yunho nods, listening attentively, âDo they have kids?âÂ
âNot yet,â You groan, âbut Iâm dying to be an auntie,âÂ
His thumb drags a comforting line across your cheekbone, his expression warm and affectionate, âCute,âÂ
You sink into the pillows, a yawn creeping up to your lips, âSheâs going to lose her mind when I call her,â Â
âYeah?âÂ
âMm,â You huff a laugh, âshe thought that when I started working here I should have found an inconspicuous way to bump into all of you to test possible bonds. Sheâs going to be riding the âI told you soâ train.âÂ
âSheâs funny,â He smirks.Â
âVery,â You sigh, unconsciously cuddling into his warmth.Â
âHas it been a while since youâve seen her?â He asks softly, adjusting his arms around you so that youâre cradled against his chest with the pillows at your back.Â
âMhm,â You yawn again, the warmth of his body settling the last of the adrenaline inside you, âa while,âÂ
âLetâs find a day off after the tour,â He tucks the duvet around you.Â
âYeah?â Your eyes feel heavy.Â
âYeah,â He kisses your forehead.Â
âYunho,â You yawn again, dipping your forehead into his chest, âGod, Iâm so tired again,âÂ
âMhm,â He yawns too, âme too, jagi,âÂ
You hum softly, fingers slipping under the edge of his shirt just to feel a little skin, âI like that,â you murmur, âI like you,âÂ
âI like you too,â He chuckles, ânow go to sleep,âÂ
A piece of you wants to protest, wants more time cocooned in this day with him, but something about his body feels so right. After a week of sleeping poorly, your body tight and anxious and heart fluttering for no reason at all, when he touches you, your mind goes blissfully blank.Â
Your muscles relax, your breath dropping low and soft in your chest.Â
Nuzzled against his tattoo, you drift.
Youâre supposed to wake up to an alarm. Early enough that you could slip back into your hotel room and your own bed to yawn and stretch next to Iseul and make her believe you were there the whole night. Thatâs what was supposed to happen.Â
Instead, you wake to the heavy sound of a hotel door and Seonghwaâs voice, Yunho jolting awake beside you.Â
âOh my god,â Seonghwa says for what sounds like the third time to your fuzzy sleep-addled brain, âoh my god?âÂ
âHyung,â Yunho pushes himself up, his arms unwinding from around you, âhey, donât freak out,âÂ
âDonât freak out,â Seonghwaâs eyes blow wide, âare you fucking kidding me? Hongjoong is going to kill you,â
âYou donât understand,â Sleep is still heavy on him and he shakes his head to try to pull himself away.Â
âI understand plenty,â Seonghwa counters, âhow long have you been lying to us?âÂ
His reaction surprises you, and you ease yourself up to sit next to Yunho. Youâre not sure what to say or not say, you donât know what theyâve discussed in the past when it comes to dating and relationships, but by Seonghwaâs outburst you can guess itâs honesty at a minimum.Â
Yunhoâs face falls, âNo, itâs not that,âÂ
âI can tell you what it looks like,â Seonghwa lowers his voice to what amounts to a stage whisper.Â
âHyung,â Yunho rubs his eyes, running a hand through his mop of black hair.Â
âIt looks like youâve been sneaking around,â He continues, âhow long have you two been fucking?âÂ
âHey,â Yunhoâs voice sharpens, and his hand crosses your body to anchor on your opposite thigh.Â
Seonghwaâs eyes track it and he shakes his head, âThis is so stupid,â he steps back in surprise, âyouâre both being so, incredibly stupid.âÂ
Yunho gives you a squeeze and opens his mouth to reply but Seonghwa keeps going.Â
âNaive is what it is,âÂ
Irritation bubbles in your gut and you canât stop yourself, âSeonghwa, will you shut up for one second?âÂ
He stops in his tracks, mouth falling open, âWhat?âÂ
âCan you please,â You hold his gaze, âplease, just listen to Yunho for a minute before you jump to conclusions.âÂ
He shifts, taking a step back and crossing his arms, and then he looks to Yunho.Â
Yunho finds your eyes quickly, silently asking, and you give him a nod.Â
âOkay,â Yunho runs a hand through his hair again, âIâll just say it.âÂ
Seonghwa waits, his expression completely neutral except for the irritated corner of his lips.
ây/n is my soulmate,â Yunho squeezes your thigh again and you slip your hand into his to twine your fingers together, âwe didnât know, but now we do.âÂ
Seonghwaâs brows go high, shock filling his features.Â
âWeâre not hiding,â You add, âwe just⊠itâs just,âÂ
âHow long?â Seonghwa manages.Â
âSoundcheck yesterday,â Yunho says, âwe havenât known long enough to lie, hyung.âÂ
âYouâre sure?â He looks between you both, and you know what heâs thinking. How could it be possible to know each other for years and not know.Â
âWeâre sure,â You answer confidently, calmly, âI swear,âÂ
âItâs real,â Yunhoâs thumb strokes across knuckles, âitâs very real.âÂ
Seonghwa swallows, taking in the news and sinks back against the hotel dresser, âWell, fuck,âÂ
âYeah,â Yunho laughs.Â
âYou were off timing yesterday,â Seonghwa points out, âand distracted,âÂ
âIt wasnât that bad,â Yunho grimaces.Â
âNo, but,â He shrugs, âI know you and youâre never off time.âÂ
âIt wasnât easy to focus on the show yesterday,â Yunho admits.Â
âIâm sorry,â You nudge him with your shoulder, knowing a huge portion of that must have been the panic flooding his side of the link.Â
He shakes his head, âThereâs nothing to be sorry for,â
When you look back up, Seonghwa is smiling and he sighs, âOh, youâve both got it bad.âÂ
âObviously,â You hide your face in your sweatshirt sleeve.Â
âSo, whatâs the plan?â Seonghwa asks, âBecause you canât act like this around anyone else,âÂ
Your mouth feels dry.Â
âWe donât know,â Yunho answers, âwe have to figure that out, for now I think we just try to keep things normal.âÂ
Seonghwa nods and then leans forward, âListen, I know youâre not asking for my advice,âÂ
You both wait.Â
âBut you're my brother,â Seonghwa says unequivocally, âso Iâm going to give you some anyway.âÂ
Yunho nods.Â
âYou wear your heart on your sleeve,â Seonghwa points out, âand Iâm sure it will be hard to act like acquaintances in front of everyone, but you have to do it, at least until you make a plan.âÂ
âYeah,â Yunhoâs cheeks are a little pink and he squeezes your hand.Â
âNo one fires the idol for things like this,â He reminds you both, âso for her sake, put it away for today.âÂ
âHeâs right,â You nod, âtoday we go back to coworkers,âÂ
Yunho draws your clasped hands up and kisses your fingers, âOkay,âÂ
âYouâre lucky I offered to check on you,â Seonghwa sighs heavily, âif any of the managers came in,âÂ
âCheck on me?â Yunho perks up at that, âHwa, why,âÂ
Things come into focus for you at that moment, how bright the hotel room is with sunlight, how well rested you really feel. You twist in the bed and look at the digital clock, âOh no,âÂ
âYou were late,â Seonghwa explains, âwe figured you overslept, I offered to use the spare key to get you up.âÂ
âFuck,â Yunho curses.Â
You both slept straight through Yunhoâs alarm.Â
âIseul is going to fucking kill me,â You roll out of bed, your hands breaking apart as you scramble for you phone, âwhat the hell am I going to tell her?âÂ
Your phone reads nine-thirty. In thirty minutes youâre supposed to be packed into a van and on the way to the venue and when you look at the collection of notifications your stomach churns.Â
Three calls from Iseul, and a lengthy string of text messages.Â
Did you already get up and get ready?
Your work bag is still hereâŠ
Not funny, girl, where are you?
Did you make it back last night?Â
Can you answer me??Â
Iâm getting worried. I havenât heard anything - You havenât even read these?Â
You better not be dead in a ditch, Iâll kill you myself.Â
âFuck, fuck, fuck,â Your hands are trembling as you tap out the fastest reply - Alive, be right there.
Yunhoâs a whirlwind behind you, stripping out of his sleep clothes and yanking on whatever outfit is at the top of his suitcase, âItâs fine, itâs going to be fine,âÂ
âSure,â You search the floor for your jeans and dart into the bathroom, âmy best friend is going to murder me though,âÂ
You change at lightning speed, swapping his sweats for your jeans and then tying up your hair into a messy bun before pushing back out into the main room.Â
âEveryoneâs downstairs,â Seonghwa offers, âyou shouldnât run into anyone on the way back to your room.âÂ
âGood, okay, good,â Your heart is pounding, âwhereâs my room key?âÂ
âHere,â Yunho darts forwards and finds the little envelope, passing it to you, âtake a breath,âÂ
âI have to go,â You manage, âI have to think of something,âÂ
âDonât kiss and tell,â Seonghwa offers and heâs being funny but itâs vaguely helpful.Â
âWait,â Yunho grabs your hand and tugs you back, snapping your phone out of your hand.Â
âYunho, I donât,â You start to say but he waves you off.Â
He types fast, adding himself as a contact in Kakao Talk, âMy number,â he explains.Â
Seonghwa huffs a laugh.Â
You take the phone back and tuck it into your pocket, âIâll message you later,âÂ
âGood,â He dips forwards and presses one warm, tender kiss to your lips, ânow get out of here,âÂ
You kiss him back, just once and fast, a little shred of self indulgence before you have to act like heâs just another guy, and then youâre darting out of the room, shouting back a thank you at Seonghwa as you go.Â
You navigate the halls fast, and opt to take the stairs to get down one floor faster and more inconspicuously. You take a deep breath when you get to your hotel door, and then you dive.Â
âSo you are alive,â Iseulâs waiting, just like you thought she might be. Sheâs sitting on your still made bed, her phone in her hands and a tense expression on her face, âI was just about to tell the managers you were missing,âÂ
âIâm so sorry, seriously, I didnât mean to worry you,â You take a few steps into the room.Â
Her eyes flick over you, and you realize at the moment her eyes widen that youâre still wearing Yunhoâs hoodie, your sweater still discarded on his bedroom floor.Â
âYou hooked up with someone?â Her voice spikes, âAre you kidding me?âÂ
Thankfully the hoodie is plain, just a heather gray with no identifying attributes that scream his name, but youâre still swimming in it and itâs clear youâre rumpled from bed.Â
âListen,â You hold up your hands, âI didnât mean to not text you, I just fell asleep,âÂ
âWith some guy?â She stands.Â
âYes,â You settle on some version of the truth.Â
âWho?â She flounders, âWeâre supposed to text each other,âÂ
And you always did, when either one of you went home with someone there was always a little preemptive safety report. A name, an address, a shared location, something so that you werenât completely alone in the world with a strange guy.Â
âIâm sorry,â You say again.Â
She studies you, and itâs like sheâs looking through you.Â
âOh my god,â Her eyes widen, âwe know him.âÂ
âIseul,â Your cheeks heat.Â
She points at you, âIâm right!âÂ
âItâs not a big deal,â You skirt around her words.Â
âThe only reason you wouldnât text me is if you were with someone we both know,â She narrows her eyes, âso give it up.âÂ
âI canât,â You press, âleave it,âÂ
âWhy are you being so weird?âÂ
âIseul,â You sigh, avoiding her gaze, âI just woke up in a panic, and I have like fifteen minutes to get showered, can you give me the third degree later?âÂ
âIâm not letting this go,âÂ
âYeah,â You pull off Yunhoâs sweatshirt and head to the bathroom, âI know, but we have work.âÂ
âWork with a coworker you slept with,â She stands in the doorway while you start the shower, and you realize her tone isnât so much as angry anymore but probing.Â
âI didnât sleep with him,â You groan, âwell, I guess I did, but we didnât have sex, okay?âÂ
âThatâs awfully cozy for a one night stand,â She crosses her arms, âunless youâre seeing someone? Are you seeing someone?âÂ
âNo,â You test the water heat and unbutton your jeans, âI swear Iâll explain another time, but can you just drop it for today? Or do you want to stand here and watch me shower?âÂ
âFine,â She concedes, âyou will tell me?âÂ
âI swear,â You nod, âI want to tell you, but Iâm not ready yet, okay?âÂ
Her eyes soften up at that, âAre you okay?âÂ
âYeah,â You nod, âbut Iâm having big feelings about it and I need to work it out,â
âOh,â In all the years youâve known her, sheâs never seen you in love or even close, and she just blinks, âgot it,âÂ
âCan I shower now?â You gesture towards the running water.Â
âYeah,â She steps back, âyeah, but Iâm still mad you didnât text me.âÂ
âOkay,âÂ
âAnd Iâm still going to guess who it is,â She smirks.Â
âFine,âÂ
Her smile widens and she rolls her eyes, âI bet itâs one of the BB guys, isnât it? You always like a dancer,âÂ
She turns the corner before she can watch you blushing harder, so nearly on the money with her guess, but you put it all out of your mind for now and focus on your day. Youâre late, and itâs about to be another long one. Youâll have time for everything else later, if you can just keep your cool.Â
Work is bizarre to say the least. You and Yunho both do an excellent job of not looking at each other except for when heâs in your makeup chair, and youâre getting better and better at ignoring both Sanâs and Seonghwaâs nervous glances.Â
This time you start the makeup early, less time pressure with the schedule adjustments, and the night goes off without a hitch. Soundcheck to stage to VIP benefits, itâs a whirlwind and youâre grateful for the distractions everywhere you look.Â
You can still feel him, emotions from his side of the link ebbing and flowing throughout the day, but the sharp intensity of yesterday has dulled a bit after your night together. In quiet moments you find yourself thinking about his lips, or the way his hands held you as you tumbled into sleep, but you push it down and stay professional.Â
As the show ends, Iseul ropes you into team dinner, desperate to observe who you interact with and how, still on her quest to find your mystery bed partner, but the boys arenât there and so thereâs nothing for her to really see.Â
Later, with Iseul passed out from one too many shots of soju, you slip back into Yunhoâs hoodie and cuddle into the warmth of your own bed. You need more sleep, you know that, but your brain isnât cooperating. You toss and turn in the sheets, body feeling like a taut cord, and all you can think of is him.Â
You miss him.Â
Itâs not even two days of having him in your life like this and you feel nervous and achy without him. Thereâs no way youâll survive two years of this.Â
Over an hour passes as you sigh, changing positions again and again, and then your phone finally buzzes. You scramble to see if itâs a message from him, nearly dropping your phone in the process.Â
Canât sleep? - He must be feeling your restlessness.Â
Not at all - You reply, chest feeling warm at the contact.Â
Little bubbles pop up immediately to indicate heâs typing and then another message pops on your screen - Youâd think after last night weâd both be exhausted.
So youâre as awake as I am?Â
Just canât relax. I liked having you here last night. - He confesses.Â
You roll over in the bedding onto your front and push the pillow under your chest before you keep texting - I liked it too. Iâd come up except Iseul wouldnât lay off guessing who I was with this morning.Â
Oh? Did she guess correctly? - You can practically see the smirk on his face.Â
Nope - You tease back.Â
Was she upset? - He asks.Â
At first, but I told her I would tell her soon I just needed some time - You reply.Â
Thatâs good, honest. - His message makes you smile.Â
How was Seonghwa? - You tap out.Â
FineâŠ. stressing and acting like a hyung, you know - He says.Â
You smile and type out another message - Is he keeping this to himself for now?
Yes - Yunhoâs message comes in, and then another - For now, he knows we need to decide things first.Â
Thatâs good - You send back.Â
Things lull for a moment, and you try to think of something more to say, but Yunho swoops in with a question that makes you bite your lip to keep from laughing - Who did Iseul guess you were with? Was I even on the list?
I thought youâd be happy she didnât guess - You reply.Â
Bubbles appear immediately, then another message - Iâm a little offended, Iâm the obvious choice.
Whyâs that? - You tease him.Â
You feel something warm in your chest, and his next message flies back - I thought I was your type?Â
You stifle another laugh - You are, sheâs not very observant.
So who did she guess?Â
Your belly flip flops and you hide your face in the pillow for a moment. His obvious jealousy, even just to tease you, is making your heart quicken and you canât stop yourself from making it harder on him.Â
You take a breath and reply - About half the BB crew and a few of your managers.
The replies donât come for a moment, and you nervously refresh the chat.Â
Finally a message comes in - Iâm trying to think of something funny to say, but Iâm actually just irrationally jealous.Â
She was just teasing, no need to be jealous - You smile into your hand.Â
Doesnât matter - He says - Now Iâm just here alone wondering which of our coworkers Iseul thinks you have chemistry with
He is jealous. You swallow hard, trying to ignore the swooping sensation in your belly and press your legs a little tighter together. If you close your eyes you can feel the echo of his hands on you from last night, and all you want in the world is for him to come down here and kiss you hard like that again.Â
With a slow exhale you return to your phone - Donât be jealous, Yunho. We both know Iâm yours.
Yeah? - His reply comes after a beat - No need to be jealous then.
Exactly - You reply.Â
I bet you like it a little though - His message flies in as yours sends.
You feel warm all over and you run a nervous hand through your hair before replying - No, I donât.Â
Jagi, you forget I can feel how worked up youâre getting.Â
Your stomach clenches, drops and twists. Heâs going to be the death of you and youâre still just flirting. Â
You work up the courage and finally send your reply - Youâre the one that pinned me to the wall last night.Â
Iâve been thinking about that all day - The message reply is fast.Â
You smile and bite your lip, snuggling further into the mattress and trying to ignore the growing pulse between your thighs - You did seem distracted during rehearsals.
You feel warmth in your chest, and you know exactly how much your flirting is affecting him. Another text pings through and you shiver when you read it - How could I not be distracted with you there? All I could think about was the way you said my name last night.Â
Your thighs press together - Yunho?
Yes, jagi?
Or more whiny, was it? Yunho-ya? - You type it out fully, emphasizing the extended sound, knowing exactly what he wants to hear from the way he gripped you last night.Â
The room is suddenly hot, and your heart beats faster to sync with his.Â
It takes a moment for him to respond, bubbles popping up and then receding again and you wonder how heâs lying in bed. If heâs hard already, if heâs palming himself? You wonder if he sleeps naked when heâs alone and youre core clenches, arousal pooling in your gut and you know he can feel the threads of it. When he finally presses send on his message you have to cover your mouth to keep quiet.Â
Feeling needy? Are you squirming around in that hotel bed wishing for me, sweetheart?
You feel that message from your top to your toes and you steal a fast glance at the bed next to you. Iseul is sound asleep, turned away from you and snoring softly, and you let out a relieved, shuddering breath.Â
You could pump the brakes here, tease him and find a way to say goodnight, but you simply canât. Need and arousal overwhelms you and you tap back your reply fast - Iâve been aching all day.
Do you have headphones?Â
The question catches you off guard, but you write back - Yes, airpods.
Put them in - He says, and you swallow tightly, reaching for the little headphone case on your bedside table.Â
Your fingers are shaking as you take them out of the case and put them in, making sure theyâre connected before you reply - Done.Â
His call lights up your phone, ringing in your headphones and you swipe to answer with a panicked glance at the bed next to you, but Iseul sleeps on, none the wiser.Â
ây/n?â His voice is so rich and quiet, a little raspy edge after singing all night and you nearly moan.Â
âHi,â You whisper as soft as you can, âI canât,âÂ
âDonât talk,â He soothes you, âdonât wake Iseul up, Iâll talk to you and you can text me back, okay?âÂ
You minimize the call and open your chat back up, sending him a quick emoji to acknowledge his words.Â
âPerfect,â He laughs softly, âthis is way easier than texting. Listen, I know we said slow, but Iâd love to help you relax if you want that. If not, I can just say goodnight, itâs up to you.âÂ
You exhale softly, a needy thrill in your gut - Letâs relax together.Â
âOh,â He sighs pleasantly, âyes, Iâd love that.âÂ
You want me? - You ask.Â
âYou can feel how much I do,â He responds, âIâm sitting here convincing myself not to come downstairs and get my hands on you.âÂ
You hum softly, shifting in the sheets and relaxing deeper into the pillows.Â
You hear his own breath, the way he parts his lips with a wet sound, âCan you tell me what position youâre in?âÂ
You tap out the reply - Lying on my front, on my stomach.Â
âHmm,â He sounds pleased, âI bet you look so cute, all twisted up in the sheets and blushing,âÂ
I was tossing and turning.Â
âI bet you were,â He groans a little, âI tried everything. I hit the gym, cold shower, did some deep breathing, but you have me so keyed up I canât sleep,âÂ
You send him another emoji, the blushing face.Â
He laughs, the rumble of it too deep and warm in your ear with your headphones in.Â
You tap out another message - What position are you in? Trying to picture it.Â
You hear him shift around in the sheets, âIâm on my back,âÂ
Wearing?Â
He chuckles, âArenât I supposed to be the one asking what youâre wearing?âÂ
I asked you first.
âFair,â He shifts again, and you picture him restless on his back in the bed you shared the night before, âjust boxers,âÂ
A heavy sigh passes through your lips.Â
âAnd you?âÂ
You wish it were sexier all of a sudden, but that just wouldnât be practical in a room with your friend so you tell him honestly - Pajamas, the button down kind, theyâre gray.Â
âGod, youâre adorable,â The covers on his end shift again, âwish you were up here with me.âÂ
Me tooÂ
âThis is probably better,â He says though, âI donât think I could hold myself back for another night.âÂ
Me either - You confess.Â
ây/n,â His voice warms, low in his chest, âjagiya, can I help you? Can I tell you what I want you to do?âÂ
Your hands are shaking and you type the reply so fast thereâs a typo that you have to fix - Pfease - Please.
He chuckles, âAlright, get comfortable, just listen to my voice, okay?âÂ
You message him one last thought - What about you?
âIâm⊠Iâm, uh,â He lets out a shaky breath, âIâm already stroking for you,âÂ
You press your lips together to keep from making a sound, dropping your forehead to the pillow in front of you.Â
Thatâs so hot - You text him quickly when you hear him say your name, probably a little nervous he came on too strong.Â
He hums, âGood,â he says, âthen donât worry about me, just listen to my voice.âÂ
You set your phone to the side, snuggling into the mattress and the pillows just like he asked for, sparing one more glance at Iseul to confirm sheâs still completely out of it.Â
âComfy?â He asks when you stop shifting around.Â
âMhm,â You murmur in a whisper.Â
âGood,â He sighs, ânow slip one of your hands under your cute little pajamas, between your thighs.âÂ
You slide your arm down, tucking it under your body and into your sleep pants.Â
âUnder your panties too,â He says, his voice a little husky.Â
âMhm,â You murmur again, following his words.Â
âTease a little for me,â He instructs you, ânot too fast, just your fingertips on the outside,âÂ
You breathe low and slow, gently passing the pads of your fingers over your slit, just barely ghosting against the hard nub of your clit.Â
âI bet you look so pretty right now,â He groans a little and you hear the sound of sheets, âyou make the cutest faces when youâre feeling good,âÂ
You make the tiniest noise of acknowledgement, fingers still brushing your cunt.Â
âCanât wait to see you fall apart for real,â He confesses, a strain in his tone as he sighs, and you picture him. His long legs spread wide in the bed, stretching from corner to corner, his boxer briefs pushed down and his hand fisting his cock.Â
Youâre going to lose it when you finally get to touch him again.Â
âYou can touch now,â He murmurs, getting your attention back, âare you wet?âÂ
You push your fingers through your folds and sigh when you feel just how slick and swollen you are. With your other hand you find the phone nearby and tap out a quick message - So wet
âThatâs good, thatâs so good,âÂ
Your fingers start to circle on your oversensitive nub and thereâs no way he wonât have you coming in five minutes or less with it feeling this good and his heavy breath in your ear.Â
âR-rub your clit for me,â He pants and your eyes roll, you can hear the sounds of the sheets rhythmically swishing as he pumps his cock harder, âget your fingers nice and wet,âÂ
You whimper into the pillow, biting down hard on your cheek to keep yourself in check.Â
âOh, fuck,â He groans, âsound so pretty,âÂ
You rub harder, faster, your legs stretching wide under the downy comforter to give you better access.Â
âBaby,â He gets your attention with that, âpush two fingers inside yourself, imagine Iâm there with you,âÂ
You shift, hand slipping lower and body arching to slide your middle and ring finger as deep as theyâll go. You stay mostly quiet this time, but your breathing is heavy and youâre sure he can hear it.Â
âClose your eyes,â He murmurs, âpicture my fingers,âÂ
You gasp softly.Â
âGrind,â He tells you, âgrind your pussy on my palm and feel my fingers fucking you,âÂ
You bite back a moan, only the slip of a soft sound into the microphone as you start to rock, rolling your hips and working your clit against your hand as you sink into his fantasy. You always took him for soft, the romantic type whoâd blush at saying the word âpussyâ let alone talking you through whatâs bound to be the headiest orgasm of your life, but youâve never been so happy to be wrong.Â
âYes,â Yunho moans and you shudder, âI can hear you moving, youâre doing so good,âÂ
Pleasurable stars burst behind your eyes and you grind harder into your slick palm.Â
âSo good,â He groans and you hear him roll in the bedding, his voice changing to something lower and breathier, and then the rhythmic rock of sheets from his side of the phone tells you all you need to know. You can almost see it, Yunho braced on his forearms, hips thrusting to drive his cock in and out of his hot fist, his face buried in the pillow you slept on the night before.Â
Heat melts through you, your body alight, and you grapple to find the phone again - Close
âAlready?â He says in a flushed exhale, âYouâre so hot, thatâs so hot,âÂ
You need him to talk to you, you need him to tell you what to do, and you whimper into the bedding as you work your body faster up to the peak.Â
âYou gonna come for me?â He murmurs, âYeah? Hmm?âÂ
You drop the phone and press a hand over your lips, stifling the threat of a real moan.Â
âLet go,â His voice is so low in your ear you can practically feel the warmth of his breath on your skin, âcome for me,âÂ
Your legs are trembling, knees digging into the mattress and sweat gathered on your brow, and you feel the pressure start to crack open inside you, âComing,â you whimper into your fingers so he knows, and then it breaks.Â
âGod, good girl, yes,â He groans, âIâm coming with you, fuck,âÂ
Your body curls into itself as you release, locking up in pleasure as you feel wave after wave of heat. You bite down on your knuckle to keep from making a sound, silently falling apart, dimly aware somewhere in your gut that half the heat you felt was his, that part of that pleasure was his own.Â
Yunho moans in your ear as you ride the sensations, panting and cursing and you canât wait to feel him pulsing inside you while he sounds this good.Â
Youâre not sure how long it takes you to recover, but when your brain starts to connect again you realize youâre panting against the cool flat of the mattress and both your phone and pillow are nowhere to be found. You swallow hard and pop your head up, but Iseul hasnât moved an inch and you thank god for her liberal use of melatonin while traveling.Â
In your ear you register the sound of Yunhoâs breath and the end of a sentence, âstill there?âÂ
He must have been talking, and you try to focus in on the sound of him now as you slip your hand out from between your sticky thighs.Â
He exhales slowly and you hear him shifting around, ây/n, baby, are you there?âÂ
 âUh-huh,â You manage.Â
âSleepy?â He murmurs, misreading your sound, âThatâs okay,âÂ
You make a tiny noise of protest and search the bed for your phone.Â
âBaby?â Heâs confused and you grin at his sleepy sated tone.Â
Sliding off the bed onto nearly boneless legs, you find your pillow off to the side and your phone underneath. You snap it up and send a message quickly - Wait
âWait?â He breathes, âSure, Iâm not going anywhere, Iâm here,âÂ
You tiptoe to the bathroom as quietly as you can and then shut yourself behind the heavy door, flicking on the light and collapsing to sit on the closed toilet lid.Â
You disconnect your earbuds and bring your phone to your ear, âHey,âÂ
âHey,â He murmurs, âyou okay?âÂ
âYeah,â You smile, still a little breathless, âHiding in the bathroom for a sec so I could actually talk to you,âÂ
He hums, a quiet, lazy laugh, âAh,âÂ
âAre you okay?â You find yourself asking, a little nervous tumble in your gut.Â
âMe?â He says, âIâm incredible, youâre incredible,âÂ
âYeah?â You draw your knees up, wrapping your arms around yourself and smiling into the phone.Â
âThat wasnât too much, was it?â He checks, but you still hear the sound of him calling you âgood girlâ and you shiver.Â
âNot too much,â You sigh into the phone.Â
âGood,â He hums, âI thought so, I was trying to pay attention to how you were feeling, but it was a little,â
âHard to focus?â You offer and he laughs.Â
âYeah,â He sighs again, heavy and sated.Â
âI canât wait for this tour to be over,â You confess, âI just want to be with you,âÂ
You feel a pang in your chest and listen as Yunho rolls in the sheets, âI know, I want that too,âÂ
A little lump forms in your throat and you breathe through it, âYunho,âÂ
âYeah, baby?âÂ
âHave you ever felt like this before?â Your thundering heart has started to slow, and you let your eyes close as you murmur the question.Â
âNever,â He murmurs, âbut I felt this way before we touched,âÂ
You feel his tenderness wrap around your heart as if he were in the room with you, and with a small smile you whisper, âI thought you said you werenât holding a candle?âÂ
âI lied,â He says softly, âitâs been you for a long time,âÂ
He doesnât say it, not in so many words, but you feel the way he loves you through the link in a wave. Itâs as good as any confession to you, just as honest if not more so.Â
âI wish I could come upstairs,â You manage, tears pricking your eyes.Â
You hear him swallow and breathe a slow breath through his nose, âSoon, I promise. Weâre going to do this right,âÂ
âI know,âÂ
âAre your headphones still in?â He asks
âNo, but I can switch back,âÂ
âPut them back in and go get back in bed,â He softly instructs, âitâs late, but Iâll stay with you until you fall asleep, okay?âÂ
âOkay,â You swap back over to your earbuds and adjust them.Â
âGet back to bed,â You can hear the smile in his voice.Â
âYunho,â You interrupt him, âthank you for staying with me,âÂ
âAlways,â He says, and for the first time in your life when someone says theyâll be there, you believe it.Â
âIâm going back out,â Your voice drops to a whisper, âgood night,âÂ
âMhm,â He listens as you slip back into bed, âjust get comfortable, just breathe. Iâm right here with you, jagiya, Iâll be right here.âÂ
He murmurs to you softly until your mind is sinking into darkness, body finally unspooling and letting you drop off into sleep. Itâs not the same as his arms around you, but it settles you more than any meditation, his voice a steady whisper through your dreams.Â
In the morning when you wake the call is still connected and the first sound you hear is his slow breath and the steady beat of his heart.
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okay sooooo
i had this little thought right
okay so maybe like reader has been a part of the inner circle for a looooong time like since the batboys were kids and they've all been friends forever, naturaly azriel has been in love with her since then, and a few years ago he realised they were mates (she doesn't know)
this one time she walks into the townhouse in just a bra and trousers, casually just walking in drinking coffee while the rhys and cass are just flabbergasted (cass being cass is eyeing the goods real hard because shes always been hot and he knows it) rhys is smirking and all (hes no less honestly)
then az walks in and hes just like what the fuck, she tries to explain smth happened to her shirt on the way and hes just grumbling and takes off his own shirt and is like put this own (cass is naturally making comments that make az's blood boil)
then you can choose where that goes from there
lmfaoooo im so sorry i couldn't get this idea out of my head
its okayyyy if you can't write it!!!
hi! sorry it took me so long to post but i've been really busy with university and only now have i had some free time.
anyway, here it is! thank you so much for this request, i loved writing it!
i hope you like it! đ«¶đ»
my hero
summary: a small but very happy incident.
warnings: none
pairings: azriel x reader
words: 2.2k
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"ugh," a heavy groan escaped your lips at the sound of the clock. you seated slightly, your head pounding without mercy.Â
as you looked at the window, your eyes fought against the early sunlight, before adjusting and finally allowing you to fully open them.
it took you a few seconds to remember your surroundings, and to be honest, to remember anything.Â
the confusion didn't last long when all the memories from last night hit you all at once.Â
you had gone out for the night with morrigan. you went to rita's for a girls night.
a night with a lot of drinking and dancing and singing and drinking again â mysterious headache solved.
you looked down on you, seeing the shiny short black dress you had chosen for last night specifically.Â
you passed your hands through your messy hair and took a glance at your bedroom, absorbing the chaos that a very drunk you had caused.
how could just a person cause such a mess?
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"ugh!" a loud annoyed groan left your lips again
at the sound of the clock that kept attacking your brain.Â
before you could think twice, you turned and reached out to punch the clock, causing it to fall to the ground.
you lowered yourself on the bed sheets with an arm over your head.
this was going to be a very long day.
and that's when it you.
your eyes and two seconds later, your legs were fighting against the bed sheets.Â
after losing that battle, you ended up falling to the ground with a loud noise.Â
a small 'huff' came out of your mouth before getting up and running to the clock as quickly as possible to check the time.Â
10:07 am
"oh, shit."
you were late for your internship at the clinic.
"oh, shit."
you quickly begin to look for clean clothes at the same time you try to get rid of your dress.Â
you manage to find something that looked relatively clean and put it on, your heart racing as you tried to get your hair to not look like a complete mess.
when you finished putting your hair in a more presentable state, you hurried to put on your shoes, but when you noticed the time again, you only managed to put on a sock before grabbing the first pair of shoes in sight and running out of your room.Â
as you run for the stairs, you didn't have time to react before a body collided with yours and spilled coffee all over your t-shirt.
the hot contents against your skin forced you to let out a small scream and dropped the shoes to the floor as you struggled to pull the fabric of your t-shirt away from your body.Â
"shit, shit, shit!" you cursed at the same time you blew on your t-shirt.
great, as if your day wasn't already going badly.Â
"sorry," a small voice said.
you met your attacker's gaze as you looked up to see a beautiful female with green eyes and brown hair â morrigan's friend.Â
right, you had forgotten that she had come home with the two of you â with mor.Â
the female looked mortified as you stared at her annoyed. when you saw her opening her mouth to say something, you quickly stopped her.
"don't," you raised your hand at her, you didn't have time for this, "just. . .just go."
you pointed at morrigan's bedroom, whose door was slightly open. the female followed your direction, shrinking a little as she passed through you.
"idiot!" you cursed quietly.Â
you looked at your bedroom and considered your options: the chances that you may find a new clean t-shirt in the middle of that mess, were very low and you were already late.
so you gave up and made your way down the stairs, starting to unbutton your shirt before completely taking it off, leaving you in your black lacy bra, and entering the kitchen.
rhysand and cassian who had been enjoying a late breakfast found themselves speechless upon your entrance.Â
their gazes followed you as you moved to the sink and started working on removing the stain.
the males shared a gaze between them, identical smirks forming on both of their faces.
"good morning, y/n." rhysand greeted you as he took a sip of his tea cup.
you jumped startled, your eyes found theirs immediately, "gods, i didn't see you there."
rhysand's smirk grew wider. "oh, we know."
"did you get mugged?" cassian asked as he took in your figure.
you were barefoot with only one sock and shirtless.
"what?" you asked confused.Â
cassian's eyes roam over your body.
"oh, no, morrigan's friend though it was a good idea to spill her coffee over me. freaking idiot," you murmured the last part, still focused on the task in hand.
cassian let out a snort "well, i'll make sure to thank her personally for this amazing view."
you rolled your eyes at his comment "oh, shut up, cassian. we grew up together, we've all seen each other naked at one point."
rhys smirked and grew before adding "sure, but we were either kids or teenagers at those times."Â
cassian glanced at his brother, amusement all over his features "maybe we should go back to those times."
with another roll of your eyes, you tried to suppress a smile at your friend's comment while trying to get rid of the stain.
as on cue, the shadowsinger entered the kitchen to join his brothers for breakfast.
instead, he was surprised with a view of you shirtless â his shirtless mate.
the very reason, rhys and cassian had begun to tease you in the first place.Â
what made this whole situation much funnier â the fact that you weren't aware of this detail.Â
and things had just become a lot more interesting now with azriel in the room.Â
his eyes widened at the sight of you but when he turned to find his brothers, his eyes darkened and a low growl was released.
"nice of you to join us, brother," cassian said casually as he leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms over his chest.
he can practically feel the heat coming off of azriel, like smoke coming out of his ears.
"what's wrong, az?" rhys asked him, knowing exactly what was going on but seeing azriel riled up was too funny to miss it.
at the sound of their voices, you looked up and your eyes found a pair of hazel ones.
"oh, hi, azriel." you greeted him with your sweet smile â the one he liked so much.
the shadowsinger found himself melting at your words, at the way you said his name.Â
his eyes instantly softed, a small blush coming to his cheeks and a goofy smile on his lips, "h-hi, y/n."Â
you gave him a warm smile before going back to your task.
azriel regained his composure at the sound of his brothers' muffled laughter.Â
he sighed and rolled his eyes at their behavior, he hadn't catched a break from them since he revealed the mating bond on one drunken night.
cassian elbowed rhys gently in the ribs to get his attention, when his eyes found his, the general gestured with his head to the shadowsinger.Â
"hey, az" cassian tried to contain his urge to laugh, he knew what was about to happen.Â
"what?" azriel managed to say, his eyes still on your figure.
"we were just talking. . ." cassian started, his voice teasing "about going back to those times when we were teenagers."Â
azriel face scrunched in confusion, he shot his brother a look.Â
"you know," cassian continued, his peripheral vision caught rhys trying to control himself "those times where we didn't care about being naked in front of each other."Â
both rhys and cassian snorted at the sight of azriel's face turning red.
"what?!" the male let out a little too loud then he had intended.
rhys proceeded, "yeah, you know. when we didn't care so much about formalities. don't you agree, y/n?"Â
you rolled your eyes again at rhys comment, "i think you two have too much free time" you chuckled, "cauldron has mercy on the poor females that will ended up as your mates."
"hey!" both cassian and rhys protested.
azriel smiled at your comment, but it fell when he observed both of his brothers eyes roaming over your body, grins splattered on their features.
azriel moved to the edge of the table, placing his hands on the surface of it before giving them a glare and clenching his jaw.
"stop looking at her like that before i break your faces" he threatened through gritted teeth.Â
cassian and rhys were quick to lift their arms in surrender, both muttering a small "yes, sir."Â
azriel rolled his eyes in annoyance. his attention was caught when he heard you cursed quietly.Â
he sent one last warning look to the two males before moving to stand behind you.
he was so close, that all it took was another step of his for your back to be pressed against his chest.
azriel would love to know the feeling of that sensation, but he remained where he was.
he peeked through your shoulder and saw that you couldn't get rid of the annoying coffee stain.Â
"gods, madja is going to kill me for being late."Â
without a second thought, azriel took a step back.
"here," he told you.
you turned to find him taking off his own shirt.
your eyes roamed his body â his sun-kissed skin, his muscles, his illyrian tattoos.Â
you loved those tattoos.Â
"put it on," he extended his hand to you, holding out his shirt.
"oh, that's not necessary, az. i-"
"it's okay, y/n. i- i want you too. by the way, why don't you go get your shoes and i'll take you to the clinic? it's quicker that way and you don't have to walk."Â
your face softened, "really? you would do that?"Â
the corner of his lips lifted for a small smile, only you to make him feel this way.
"of course."Â
you grabbed his shirt, "ugh, thank you, az."
you put it on and azriel tried to not let the sight of your small feature into his too big of a shirt to affect him, but he failed when his heart skipped a beat.
you moved forward and grabbed his cheeks, kissing him on the left one.
caught off guard, azriel tried to hide the fact that his skin had heated up under your touch.Â
a new blush came to decorate his cheeks.Â
"hm. . .i-" the male couldn't find his words with the sound of his heart roaming in his ears.Â
"you're my hero, az" you gave a big smile before making your way to the stairs to collect your shoes.Â
azriel stood there in the middle of the kitchen with a hand making it's way to his face to touch the place you kissed him.
cassian and rhys burst out laughing, not being able to remain composed of their brother in love.Â
cassian got up from his seat and walked towards his brother, clasping a hand on his back.
"behold of the big bad scary shadow-," cassian leaned over in laughter, "shadowsinger" he managed to complete.Â
rhys appeared on his other side, "oh, brother. only if your enemies could see you now, they would think how big of a fool they are."Â Â
azriel clenched his jaw again, and when he turned to answer them, he was stopped by a honey-sweet voice.
"i'm ready," you told him from the entrance.
once again, the shadowsinger was left completely disarmed.
a goofy smile reappeared on his face.Â
he didn't even spare a glance at his brothers before making his way to you, "let's go then."
cassian and rhys were left in the kitchen laughing to themselves.
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the trip to the clinic was quick.
azriel landed softly on the ground, keeping a hand on your waist and another on your back to make sure you were stable.
you took a step forward before turning to him.
"thank you again, az. you literally just saved my morning."Â
and there it was that goofy smile again.
"oh, it's nothing really. my pleasure."Â
you let out a small giggle. you reached forward, surrounding his neck with one of your arms and gave him a kiss on the cheek again.
azriel's heart raced and his voice caught in his throat.Â
you took a step back "you're my hero, azriel. what would i do without you?"Â
you caressed his cheek with the back of your hand before giving him one last smile and moving towards the clinic.
"hm, i-" was all the male managed to say while watching you entering the clinic with his shirt.
he watched as you grabbed the door, and turned to him to wave goodbye.Â
azriel returned the gesture. it was at that moment that he realized how much power you had over him.
he didn't push away that feeling, in fact he embraced it.
it was about time to let the walls he had built so long ago disappear.Â
and you were the right person for that.
azriel made a decision at that moment.
at the end of the day, he would come pick you up and ask you out on a date.
he would buy you flowers, tell you how he felt and take you to dinner.
he just hoped you felt the same way.
and that you said yes.
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SYPNOSIS ; g/n reader x sparring partner! bakugou, fluff, not proofread .. matching bracelets , enjoy ! xoxo, jord .á
A/N; this was supposed to be a lil drabble but this came out longer than i intended .. anywaayss. I PROOOMISEEE im gonna start posting more iâve disappeared for sosososso long.. in the meanwhile take this, luv u guys !!!!!
sparring partner! bakugou that swears he only bugs you 24/7 to âget your ass to training groundsâ because you need to improve. no other reason because of course, he cant stand you.. or anything about you, for that matter.
so no, it doesnt âmeanâ anything when sparring partner! bakugou comes up from behind you to, âfixâ your form. adjusting you by signaling you to rotate to the side by giving your hips a little push, nudging your elbows up so your face is protected by your hands.
sparring partner! bakugou who always insists to be near you, discreetly, if he can. because he obviously doesnt want it to seem like he cares, because he doesnt. even during training or maybe even an attack on the school? near you. covering you and making sure warn you of the sneak attacks from behind you.
and even though you practically hate sparring with him, because hes so damn ruthless, ensuring a trip to recovery girl by the end of it, its weirdly the highlight of your days. hearing the ding! of your phone, followed by the usual message from him.
: training grounds. 5 mins
even when its five in the goddamn morning. you never fail to meet him there.
and after a small while of this cycle, you make the (probably) safe assumption you guys are, friends? acquaintances?..hell, maybe you were even on kirishimaâs level of âfriendâ. toleratable? at the least.
so while on one of your free days afterschool, youre shopping with the bakusquad. mina, jirou, denki, sero, kirishima, and obviously, bakugou. god knows how they convinced him to tag along.. you get lost in a cute little merch store, spotting matching all might bracelets. ew, corny. who would even get those?
caâching! âaaand heres your change, have a nice day!â
you would.
though, you probably shouldve thought this out.. who were you gonna match with? ofcourse, it could always be mina, but she also didnt absolutely fixate on all might. but, there was, one person you had in mind..
and sometime in the week after the hangout, at the end of yourâno less than brutal, training session, you tiredly brought it up.
âthe other dayâwhile we were at the mall, i saw these matching all might braceletsââ pant, âi kinda just bought on it on sight, annnd i didnt really think of who to give the other half to before i did.. but i know you like him, so..â
you trail off, simply suggesting it as you move over to sit down on a bench, taking a drink of water, while also, pulling out the bracelets from your pockets and reaching your free hand up to show him.
sparring partner! bakugou scoffs upon seeing the bracelets in your hand. golden age and bronze age all might bracelets.
âthats stupid. im not wearing that shit.â he growls, crossing his arms. his voice a little panted from training. you were getting better. not that he would tell you that directly, of course.
âchill, dynamight.â you roll your eyes playfully, emphasizing his hero name on your tongue. âi was just suggesting it, if you dont want it its fine.â you explain casually. even if, the sentence did hurt your feelings a little.
âill just give it to izuku.â you shrug, you guys were friends, pretty close if you did say so.
and you almost swear you saw bakugouâs eye twitch. a glint of, jealousy? in his eyes as you bring up the green haired boyâs name.
he lets out an amused huff, rolling his eyes. âtch. whatever, give it to that nerd. not like i care.â before he reaches down next to you for your water bottle, taking a swing, airsip.
setting the bottle back down next to your thigh, he speaks up again. ââaight, hurry, we arent done. round two.â he adds harshly, motioning with his hand for you to get back up.
âcome on. please? one more minute. its so eaarlyyy.â you whine, almost pouty as you throw your head back. still exhausted from the sparring just a few minutes ago. 6am and hes annoyingly productive.
âhurry or i can blast your ass right here.â he glares down at you, grumbling through gritted teeth.
âim getting uupp, geeez.â you groan, lazily getting up from the bench and almost coming up to meet his full height.
later in the day, during class training, you figure you should probably find izuku to give him the other matching half, one already on your wrist.
you couldve sworn you remembered putting it back onto your other wrist so you wouldnt lose it. maybe it was in your dorm instead? whatever, youd just have to give it to him tomorrow.
today, you were working in partners, testing out new possible moves, strengths, weaknesses, and overall just trying to improve on any weak spots.
and like always, sparring partner! bakugou was next to you. basically having claimed you as his designated partner for anything by now, glaring at anyone who even suggested you work with them and not him.
and as your throwing hits at him, trying to catch him off base with your quirk, you notice a glint coming from under his gauntlet, you pause a moment.
its the matching half of your bracelet, all mightâs golden age bracelet.
he notices this. feeling his ears dust the slightest pink from, embarrassment? and he uses this moment of weakness to gain the upper hand, pinning you down on the floor.
and youre completely shocked by the sudden move. somehow flipped on your chest to the ground, arms tucked behind your back with his knee holding you down.
âstay focused.â he hisses, reprimanding you for your bad habit.
âthought you said it was stupid?â you mutter. tilting your head to the side ever so slightly to look at him. a sly, cheeky smirk on your face.
âit is.â
maybe it wasnt so stupid after all.
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hi!!! i hope ur doing well>< can u do kinich with a shy s/o but get reaaally freaky in bed?
art creds: @ sumi_noth on x
warnings: p in v sex, anal penetration, afab!reader (no specified gender), consent king kinich, freaky ass reader, handcuff usage, blindfold usage, dirty talk kind of, but mostly praise, oral(?, eating you out),
he didn't expect your interests to be... different from your actions, or at least in public. your shy grasps on his arm if ever you were anxious, or the habit of standing in front of you to intimidate
or the flushed expression that danced across your cheeks when he complimented you. it could be the arm that grasped your waist when he knew you were uncomfortable.
well, whatever it was, it was cute in its own way.
but looking at you and comparing to thenâare you really the same person...? maybe you have a secret twin!
"n- nngh! kinâ pleasef- I wan' it s'bad!" you whined, feeling him strike your insides for the umpteenth time. he really didn't mind but he could see how shaky your legs were.
"y'sure? you're trembling, baby." "mmn, need more, please?"
he simply tilted his head, you looked tired. he doesn't care too much about himself since his stamina sustains for very long. but yours didn't.
he swore this little thing of yours lasted a week each month. always telling him how bad you needed him with those pleading eyes. he couldn't say no, that'd be mean!
"whatever you want, sweetheart."
he'd give you the world if possible, but he cares for your safety, so he does end up not going through with your feralness in bed. no matter how cute your whining and begging might be- he doesn't want to take advantage of the fact that you want all of him more than just seven rounds.
one time you asked him to cuff you to the bed, and he asked more than just five times. you.. want him to use his elemental skill to tie you to the bed post? is that really safe?
well, he wouldn't complain too much, pulling on the vine line like a leash if he just decided on cuffing them behind you, or grasping your hair while you take him from behind.
as long as you're okay with it ('till he notices you're visibly tired). he learns to know your limits as well, no more how freaky you are. cause he isn't with you for the sake of sex, but for you yourself.
these moments with you were just a bonus. and in which he very much treasured. oh well, back to the blurb of him slamming you from behind.
he likes positions where he sees your face better. the one he usually sees hiding in the strands of your hair, or in the softness of your palms. he promises he doesn't have a corruption kink or whatever but damn he loved the way your expression would distort to something so naughty. fuck, he needed this as much as you did.
the sounds he long sought after for back when you both weren't even together yet, he didn't want to admit- but he did fantasize this. how the lewd mewls would spill like a river from the beauty and softness of your mouth.
he couldn't help but groan right into the shell of your ear. instinctively his mouth moves, to praise you of course.
"doin' s'fuckin well for me sweetheart, just keep taking me in like that yeah?"
you could feel yourself clench at the very end of his sentence. fuck you didn't know praise could feel this good, his movements matched with the quick, lusty grunts he let out.
even when he placed the blindfold onto your pretty head. he missed your pretty eyes, the way they'd look at him with a pleading look. he could barely see how your eyebrows furrowed.
that's alright, he liked how you seemed so vulnerable, not knowing where to place your hands, and you can't predict what he'd do, or where his touch would land next (which was your entrance)
placing his lips onto the soft folds, licking you up and down with tease. hearing you moan and sob, asking him to stop edging and get to the point, but he doesn't really like when you're being a little bratty.
"take what i give you, or i'll leave you like this, 'kay?"
and you couldn't do anything but nod. his cold words sent shivers down your spine, combined with the kitty licks to your clit, the coldness of his ungloved palms that spread your legs apart, squeezing them every now and then.
really loves the way you taste though, loves how addicting it can get. you're the only drug he'd ever take.
once he's done "punishing" you, he goes right back to being the sloppy eater he is. his mouth basically attached itself to your soppy entrance.
doesn't matter if you're cumming or notâhe laps everything up like a homeless man who's got food for the first time in forever.
he doesn't know what it is- maybe it's the scent, or is it truly the taste? maybe it could be the way it looks? or maybe how it feels? he doesn't get why he wants your essence so bad, but whatever magic it has he hopes it'll last him lifetimes (or at least last you a good orgasm)
overall is just "whatever you want, my love" and makes sure you get the best out of it! :)
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is it casual now? (teaser) đ« seungcheol x reader.
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seungcheol x makeup artist!f!reader. â
teaser word count: ~8,000 â
genre/warnings: mdni. 18+ content. situationship/friends with benefits, light angst, use of pet name ('love'). soft dom!seungcheol, making out, biting/marking, protected sex. let me know if i missed anything! â
footnotes: this has been on my backburner for months. it's admittedly a full-blown story in need of hard editing, and so i'm posting this in hopes of bullying myself into working on the whole thing. should it come down to it, though, i like to think this can stand on its own. enjoy. <3
Seungcheol has been in the industry long enough to know that everybody had vices.
Trainees, rookies, veterans. It didn't matter. There were dangerous, risky vices. Alcohol, drugs, smoking. There was dating, too, of course. Dating fans, dating fellow idols.
Seungcheol didn't do drugs. He smoked socially, but he would rather not. And he drank, sure, but never to an unhealthy amount. Dating, howeverâ
Did it really count when there was only really ever one person he treated like a vice?
You've been in his life since the group debuted. Nine years, give or take. And then, at one point, he just... tried something with you. And it clicked, fell into place, and now you've been sneaking around for the better half of three years. It's the one place Seungcheol feels like he can breathe, can get away. But it's also the biggest secret he's kept.
You're his makeup artist, after all.
When the two of you started off, you both insisted on nothing serious. To 'keep it casual'.
That worked perfectly for Seungcheol. He likes to think it's still working for him, as he raps at the door of your apartment and waits for you to open up. His wristwatch says that it's midnight, but it doesn't matter. He knocks a little louder, growing a touch impatient.
You open the door, and you're greeted with Seungcheol looking reproachful. "Yah," he chides. "Why haven't you been answering my texts?"
When you rub your eyes with the back of your hands and look over your shoulder to glimpse at your wall clock, Seungcheol almost feels apologetic. Almost. âCheol,â you say exasperatedly, slowly. âItâs the middle of the night.âÂ
"So you were sleeping then, hmm?" Seungcheol says. The corner of his lips tilt up, just slightly. He leans against the doorframe, taking a brief amount of time to glance you over. As he does, a small wave of tiredness finally washes over himâ just how late had he kept himself up working on new music? "I sent you texts hours ago."
"You didn't even read them." He reaches up, tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear. He sighs, the sound almost exaggerated. "How cruel of you."
You let out a low hum at Seungcheolâs fingers brushing against your skin. âMmm, I fell asleep with my phone in my hand,â you admit, the words coming out more like a soft sigh than anything else.
You seem to finally drag yourself out of your sleepy state to give Seungcheol a once-over. He knows it shows all overâ the exhaustion in his eyes, his stance. Heâs tired, and you can tell. Youâve always been able to tell.Â
You step aside a bit and he takes that as his cue. Seungcheol moves past you, a small hum in the back of his throat. He toes off his shoes and shuts the door behind him with a soft click. In spite of himself, the moment he's inside, he reaches for you.Â
One arm is loosely slung over your shoulders, pulling you in close. He rests his chin on your shoulder, the tip of his nose against your neck.
"You fell asleep..." he gripes. "Do you know how many texts I sent you? I sent five.âÂ
âFiveââ you repeat as you bear Seungcheolâs weight. Your hand instinctively raises to stroke the base of his hair behind his neck, and he thinks he could melt then and thereâ your soothing touch, your light tone. âOh, how ever will you live?â
Seungcheol huffs into the crook of your neck. The feel of your fingers in his hair does wonders to combat the tired, stressed part of himself. Slowly, his shoulders relax, and he sighs, the sound long and deep.
"Don't get snarky with me," he mutters. But there's no bite to it at all, just a quiet sense of contentment in his voice. "You could've at the very least read the messages." He moves, presses a kiss to your neck. "Would've taken ten seconds."
âI was asleep,â you protest, butâ whether or not you noticeâ your head is tilting around a bit to press a lingering kiss on to the side of his face.Seungcheol's stomach flutters. You're sweet like that. Always have been, always will be. He hums under his breath at the kiss, his hand that's on your shoulder moves up to cup your cheek.
âThatâs my penance,â you say drowsily.Â
"One kiss isn't nearly enough," he tells you.Â
He pulls back from your shoulder to look at you, now. The eye contact, the way he regards you, has a more focused weight. He takes a moment to look you over againâ hair mussed, face still flushed faintly from sleep. "Two,â he says in a tone that brokers no argument.Â
âGreedy,â you mumble, but both of you know it doesnât matter.Â
Not when your free hand finds purchase at his side and you use your fingers in his hair to pull him down so you don't have to stand on your tiptoes. Not when you press your lips together into a kiss that's soft and sweet, almost sleepy.
All it takes is the sound of your voice for Seungcheol to be pulled inâ when you tug at his hair, he follows, his chest against yours. He bends down, his own hands coming up to the sides of your face.
He melts against your mouth, his eyes closing in an instant. But itâs done as quickly as it started. You pull away, your face still inches away from Seungcheolâs, as you smilingly mumble to him, âThere. Two kisses.âÂ
His eyes open again once you pull away, his grip on your face tightening just slightly. "Three," he mutters back, and then he leans back in.Â
You hum against his mouth, the sound breaking free from the back of your throat. Youâre both so tired from your respective work and it shows in the kiss. No heat, no fire. Your tongue swiping over his lip makes Seungcheol hum, quiet and low in his throat. He's usually so used to being the one who takes control, making the first move, but here with you, in the early hours of the morningâ there's something else to it.
He pulls you closer against him, his hands moving down to your hips. Against your mouth, he murmurs, "Four," before his tongue slips in, just to get a taste. Just to linger, just to savor, but not take over.
âCheol,â you huff, though your reprimand is tempered by the way Seungcheol is intent on keeping the kiss going. âYouâreâ mmphâ being greedyââÂ
"Fiveâ" he sighs against your mouth. "Let me be greedy a second more."
One of his hands moves to the back of your head, fingers tangling up in your hair. This is what he likes, this is what he always comes to you for. Something that's simple. This, he can deal with. This, he can handle.
Itâs never a second more with Seungcheol. Heâs always out the door when he can go, when he has to. Heâs never been a glutton for time, and so itâs enough for you to sense that something is wrong.Â
You break away from him.Â
Seungcheol has to resist a whine when you pull back, his eyes fluttering open in a daze. Your hand has moved to his face and youâre looking up at him with a small frown and a quiet query. âLong week?âÂ
He lets your question hang in the air for a moment, the hand in your hair loosening its grip, fingers just idly combing through the strands.
He glances at your faceâ the furrow of your brow, the hint of concern in your eyesâ and it makes him sigh. He turns his head to press a soft, quick kiss to your palm.
"Long year," he corrects.
You look like you want to say more. Seungcheol almost begs you not to. Thisâ whatever the two of you haveâ itâs an outlet that wonât break him, won't ruin him, won't tarnish him or the group's name. He just wantsâ he needsâ
You know exactly what he needs, even if he doesnât always know himself. âHow do you want your fifth kiss?â you ask instead of commenting on his obvious fatigue.Â
Your question makes Seungcheol's head empty out in an instant.
It takes him a moment to think, to consider. His mind, hazy and tired as it is, struggles to come up with an adequate answer. All he knows is that he's comfortable, that he's tired, that you're here. And that's all he really needs, in the end.
He lets his hand fall from your hair, to the nape of your neck. "... Soft," he murmurs. "Soft and easy."
Youâre back up on your tiptoes to give him what he asked for. A sweet, slow press of your lips against his. Itâs a kiss that lovers give each other, even though youâre the furthest from that.Â
It's easy, easy, easy for him to fall into the kiss just like that, a shudder running down his spine when your tongue doesn't invade him. It's sweet, it's chaste, it's simple. It's exactly the kind of kiss he needs after a week of work.
His hand on your neck moves to your cheek, his thumb brushing over the skin there. He breaks away for a mere second, a fraction of a beat, to catch his own breath, but he kisses you right back after.Â
"Six," he whispers desperately. "Again."
This time, you laugh against his mouthâ a slightly muffled sound, not any less amusedâ but you give in, still. When you separate for air again, one of your hands rests on his chest to keep him away. âYou have to let me breathe, Cheol,â you huff.Â
Seungcheol has to resist groaning outright when your palm on his chest keeps him from coming in for another kiss. You're adorable like this, in the middle of the night, with sleep in your eyes and annoyance in your voice.
He knows he's being needy, taking advantage, but at the same time? It's all he seems to be able to do. Greedy, he hears you call him, and it's true.
"I'll let you breathe when I get my seventh kiss, then," he grumbles.
He can see the annoyance blooming on your expression, but heâs saved by one thing and one thing alone: The fact that you can get pretty greedy sometimes, too, especially when Seungcheol was involved.Â
"Fine," you say haughtily, feigning annoyance. "Just one more kiss."
Seungcheol's eyes glimmer with something akin to mischief. His hands move to your face again, his own lips curving up in a smirk. You give him an inch, he wants a mile. It's his style. "One more kiss. That I can work with."
He brushes a thumb over your cheek again, his grip in your hair loosening only to brush some stray strands away from your face. "Only fair that I get to pick the way, then," he says, his tone low.
He's going to make the most of this opportunity, and you're letting him.
His tongue darts out briefly to lick over his bottom lip. "Open your mouth."
When you let out a noncommittal hom and oblige, parting your lips, he knows heâs gone. Seeing the obedience in your face makes Seungcheol's stomach do a little bit of an excited flip. You're like this, this, even when you're tired, when you're barely awake.
It's a little addicting.
"Good," he says softly. It's all the warning you get before he's got his mouth on yours again.
He kisses youâ devours you, his tongue parting your lips, sliding into your mouth, taking. The kiss is almost bruising and seems to throw you off balance, but you quickly recover by pressing flush against Seungcheol and holding the sides of his arms. If he were a better person, Seungcheol would let this be the last one. Would let this kiss end and call it a night.Â
But then the smallest of sounds escape you. A whimper, a soft noise that only makes all sense fly right out of Seungcheol's head. It's not fair, he thinks, that you still have a hold on him even in the middle of the night.
All it makes him do is pull you closerâ press you up against the wall with his entire body, his hands still gripping your face as he kisses you deep. Harder than he usually would, rougher than he normally did.
He swallows the sound, his tongue still in your mouth.
Your fingernails are pressing into his biceps now. Your tongue is sinking into his lower lip; not quite biting, but enough to drag his focus away for a moment. "Seung," you sigh, and itâs like music to his goddamn ears.Â
He was Choi or Seungcheol when he was in your makeup chair. Cheol, when it was just the two of you. But Seung was something different entirely.Â
A small moan, low and quiet, gets caught in Seungcheol's throat when you bite into his lip, when you whine out his name like that. He knows what it means when you call him like thatâ knows what he's in for.
He relishes in it. In moments like these when he gets to be like this. When he doesn't have to be responsible, when he doesn't have to be a leader. He gets to be just Seung.
There isn't a single part of his body that's not on fire right now, not when he's got you pinned against the wall, not when you're all satin and soft against him. His grip on your face tightens, and now his lips are no longer on your mouth, but on your jaw, moving down to your neck, your throat.
A quiet, needy little ah falls out your lips when he nips at that spot on your pulse point, and there, there is exactly when he knows that he's got you exactly where he wants you. Pinned by his body, shaking and shivering like he's touching you for the first time.
If he was feeling a little less riled up, a little less needy, he'd keep up the teasing. But he can't, not now. His hands move from your face to your hips, moving under the satin of your pajamas. It's not enough, never enough.
Every sound that leaves your mouth, every little please, just, already sets a fire in his brain. Every part of his mind turns to static, white noise, as he keeps his lips on your throat, your neck, biting and nipping at your skin.
âSeung,â you hiss, your hands flying to his shoulders as you press your back on to the entryway wall, willing yourself not to crumple. âIâm going to get a noise complaint againââ
âI'll pay the fine,â he murmurs against your skin, his lips against your collarbone now, his hands still on your hips. His brain is starting to grow fuzzy, his thoughts less coherent, but this was the goal.
To get you like this. Soft and shaking and desperate. To make you his for the night, for just a little while. To hold some sort of control over something in his life.
âYou can't just keep paying forâ ahâ the fines,â youâre babbling. âThey're goingâ t-to kick meâ Seung, fuck!"
Whatever youâre trying to say dies out when Seungcheol nips at your warm skin. The rational part of him, somewhere deep, deep inside, knows that you're right. He can't keep paying your fines for complaints of loud music and loud sex.
The part of him that's currently working on painting a bruise on your collarbone doesn't seem to care all that much.
"I'll pay," he repeats, between leaving a few more marks on your skin for good measure. "As many times as I have toâ"
âJesus Christ,â you cuss, your chest heaving as Seungcheolâs hand moves higher and higher up your shirt. âMy neighbors are so fucking sick of me, and itâs all your fault.â
âMy fault?â Even through the haze in his head, Seungcheol can't help the low scoff that he lets out. He wants to say that he couldn't care less about your neighborsâ wants to say that your pretty mouth makes up for the noise, but something else catches his attention. The brush of his fingers on bare skin.Â
His eyes go wide, his brain suddenly clearing.
"You're not wearing anything underneath your pajamas," he deadpans, his voice coming out in a low drawl.
Of course, that adds up. You hadnât been expecting Seungcheol, after all, so he canât blame you for foregoing the underclothes. Still, it only stokes the growing flame in the base of his stomach. Especially when you move your head back against the wall so youâre looking right up at Seungcheol, the ghost of a smirk on your face.Â
âWanna check for yourself?â you taunt.Â
A low groan falls out of Seungcheol's mouth as soon as you ask that. Like clockwork, his hands go to the hem of your shirt, pulling the fabric up slightly. Just a little bit, just to see if you're really not wearing anything beneath.
"You always like to tease," he says, his voice low. That hint of a smirk on your face is only serving to drive him that much crazier. "Go on, then. Show me, since you want to act all cocky."
You give him half an eye roll thatâs more affectionate than anything else before reaching over to the back of your pajama collar. You pull the top over your head in one deft, swift movement. Seungcheol's eyes go wide for just a moment, taking in the sight of you, undressed, in front of him. It never stops shocking him, never stops making his heart thump a little harder, his breath coming out a little more labored.
âHappy?â you half-joke, your voice low.Â
He looks at you, up and down, before his eyes go back to your face. His hands move from your hips to your waist, fingers tracing over the sides of your chest as he shakes his head.
"Not yet," he says. "But I will be."
His hands keep tracing over your skin, his touch lightâ almost feathery, as he keeps his eyes fixed on your face. There's something about seeing you so exposed like this that's driving him absolutely insane, something about you being entirely at his mercy that's making his eyes grow dark.
He leans in, bringing his lips just past your ear. "Turn around," he murmurs, almost like a command.
He sees how you swallow hard, how you take in the familiar darkness in Seungcheolâs gaze. You know him, have known him for years, and that comes with trust. Unflinchingly, you twist around in his arms to press your chest against the wall.Â
He has you practically trapped, all against his chest and the wall. His eyes look at you up and down, taking in your bare shoulders and back, the way you've submitted to him so perfectly.
His hands go to your hips again, and his eyes look over your back, following the line of your bare spine. "What do you say we find a use for this wall besides me just pushing you up against it," he murmurs. "Hm?"
âYes, please,â you whimper, and as soon as you agree, Seungcheol's hands tighten on your hips, his grip almost bruising as he pulls you a little closer to him. You're not going anywhere, not when he's got you like this.
He leans in, his body practically pressing up against your back, his chest against your skin. He bites down on your shoulder, pulling a strangled whine out from somewhere deep in your throat. "You look so goddamn pretty like this, love," he murmurs against your skin.
His hands move from your hips to your chest, tracing the skin there before he brings them up to your throat. He presses his fingers against your pulse point, feeling the thump thump thump of your heartbeat.
He can feel your heart thrumming against his hand, can practically hear you shaking. It's driving him absolutely insaneâ you, underneath him, trembling for him. The knowledge that he's got you like this, the fact that you're letting him take control, letting him do whatever he wants.
He moves his mouth to that spot on your neck again, the skin that's so sensitive that it makes you whimper and shiver. He always finds it so easy to tease those sounds out of you, and always relishes in doing it.
His hands stay at your neck, his fingers still pressed against your pulse point. This had always been one of Seungcheol's little habitsâ a single finger on your pulse point, as if he liked seeing which actions would make your heart rate spike, which words would have it hammering.
Seungcheol presses his lips on your skin again. "You're so loud."
He marvels at the way you ball your hands into fists, the way you shake all over with poorly concealed want and need as he keeps nipping and marking. "âM not," you gasp, lurching forward against the wall. "âM perfectlyâ hng!"
Everything is working in his favor.
You're shaking, and your heart is racing, and every noise you make is just more fodder for him. God, he loves it. Loves being the one to make you absolutely tremble and shiver like this. Loves the fact that he's the only one to make you feel like this.
"You're mine," he says again, bringing his mouth closer to your ear. He bites the shell of it, hard, before letting out a low hum.
This is his favorite place in the entire worldâ right against your back, feeling your body heat against his chest, his tongue running over your skin. He loves how reactive you are to him, how sensitive you are, how your body just melts under his touch.
"Say it," he mutters against your skin. "Who's in control?"
There it is. The million won question.
The whole reason you started these rendezvouses in the first place. He had been spinning out of control, and you had been lonely, and you clicked into place like magnets.Â
You give in, like you always do. The words are a soft whimper, almost a shout in your otherwise empty apartment. "You. You're in control, Seung."
That's all he wants to hear.
He digs his fingers into your jaw and wrenches your head so it's turned to look at him, his lips inches from yours. Even if there's a little pain, nothing in him is stopping. "Good," he mutters, his breath hot against your lips. "Good girl."
The kiss that follows is absolutely messy, the kind of kiss where it's just tongue and teeth and raw need. It's worlds different from the soft and easy kisses that Seungcheol asked for earlier, when he first came in complaining about five unanswered texts.
"Seung," you groan as you pull away for air. "Pleaseâ"Â
When you moan his name, it's like something snaps.
He growls low, his fingers slipping into the waistband of your shorts, gripping the fabric hard enough that there's a very real chance of them ripping. "Please what?" he mumbles against your neck. "You need to tell me what you need, love. Use your words."
"I hate you," you whine, and Seungcheol nearly smiles. He knows youâre not fond of begging, but he needs to hear it from you. At least, he wants to.Â
"You know what Iâ" youâre saying, but dammit, his control is already razor thin as is. He rips off the last fabric of clothing on you until youâre completely bare, pressed entirely up between the wall and him.Â
Somehow, your mind still has some shrivel of coherence to complain, "I liked this set, asshole!"
He grins against your skin at your words, chuckling at your whine, at the way you're just reacting to him. You can act annoyed, you can act like you don't need him, but he knows. "I'll buy you a new one," he hums, finally letting go of your shorts and letting them fall to the floor in tatters. "One for me to rip to shreds all over again."
That thought alone makes his blood sing.
It takes you a great effort to turn around, but somehow you manage. Seungcheol is still fully clothed and so your bare chest presses against the front of his shirt. The sight of you, naked, his hands at your hips, pressed right up against him, against his chest like thisâ he's gone.
And then youâre asking him, low and sweet as he has you caged in, "Where are you going to fuck me tonight, Seung?"
He can't even manage a word for a moment, his hands holding you so tight that he's definitely going to leave marks on your skin, his eyes fixed on your face.
He swallows hard, his mouth suddenly dry at the question. "You want me to say it out loud, hm?"
You go to steal the upper hand for a minute or so, and you do it so effectively. Your hand rises almost lazily to his neck, your finger instinctively finding his pulse point. He feels his heart rate speed up as he watches, just watches, you do it. You stand on your tiptoes to raise your lips directly to his ear.Â
All he can feel is the thunder of his heart racing against your hand. You seem to notice it, too, if the smile on your face is any indication.Â
"How about you just show me instead?" you say, and heâs convinced heâll pass out then and there.Â
"You're a brat," he mutters through gritted teeth, his hand moving up from your hips and up your spine. "A brat who needs to be taught a lesson."
He takes a shuddering breath, almost completely lost in your little game, before he snaps back to himself. Seungcheol's hand leaves your hip and goes to your hand, gripping your wrist hard. "On the sofa," he says, and itâs nothing short of a command.Â
He practically drags you on to the piece of furniture, watching intently as you fall back with a small oomph. Seungcheol stands on the edge of the couch as you prop yourself up by the elbows to watch him right back.Â
The sight of you underneath himâ your hair splayed against the cushions, your eyes half-lidded and fixed on him? It's absolutely perfect. It's the kind of thing that he wants to keep in his mind forever, the sight he wants to always be able to remember.
He lets out a noise under his breath as he undoes the button of his jeans, the sound of the zipper going down obscenely loud in the quiet room. "Gorgeous,â he breathes.Â
He gets his jeans undone and kicked off, his shirt following them not long after, and then he's on top of you, caging you in, his hands either side of your head, staring down at you.
The look in his eyes isn't something he really gets to show oftenâ that raw need, that want, how desperate he is for you. He wants you, God, he wants you so badly, and you're letting him have you.
He dips his head to your neck, his lips against your skin, his breath hot against your pulse point, still absolutely obsessed with that spot. His hands find your wrists, pinning them back against the couch, while his knee finds its way between your thighs, pressing up against you.
You arch and squirm underneath him, visibly distressed with the facsimile of friction that youâre getting from his knee. âSeung,â you pant, grinding your dripping core against his knee. It sends a jolt of electricity through him. âPleaseâ donât wanna wait any moreââ
âWhereâs all that snark now, hm?â he teases, his teeth running over the skin on your neck. But heâs not any better off, his own self-control slipping through his very fingers as his hips grind down against you desperately.Â
"Been driving me insane, love," he whispers, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the line of your neck. "Been dreaming about this for days. Missing youââÂ
A low keen escapes you, and he can only echo it as you tug at the last piece of material separating you. âCan we get this off already, please?â you huff as you hook your fingers at the waistband of his boxer shorts.Â
He groans against your skin, his teeth finally letting go when he lifts his head to look down at you, the expression on his face looking like he's fighting for control. "God, yes," he groans, lifting his hips just enough for you to tug them off him.
He kicks them off once youâve yanked them down, and his handâ which has instinctively gravitated to your pulse pointâ feels how the beat absolutely skyrockets. One of your arms goes around his shoulder and the other, surprisingly, clutches his jaw.
Youâre looking right at him as you say, "Fast and hard, Seung."
"Yeah?" he says, just the slightest hint of a surprise in his voice. "You want me to be rough with you, love?"
Seungcheol was usually a sweet lover. He liked taking his time, liked being gentle and responsible even in bed.
But there were particularly rough weeks, terrible days, where he just needed a means to an end. Where the sex was an outlet, where the best thing you could be for him was his.Â
He waits for your permission, because he still always remembers to ask no matter how far deep youâre in. The agreement comes in the form of the best three words.Â
"Ruin me, Seung."
You know him too well. You know how he works, you know how he thinks, and you know him better than anyone.
He groans in response to your words, his head dipping down to drag his teeth gently over your collarbone. He's trying to hang on to his control, he is, but it's a losing effort.
"I will, love." His breath is hot against your skin, his hands finding your hips. "Just give me a minuteâ"
He shifts, just for a moment, to find the condom in his jean pocket. He goes through the motions until he's back on top of you again, one hand coming up to grip your hip again, the other coming up to rest against your throat. He looks down at you, his eyes almost glowing.Â
"You trust me?" he mutters. His hand at your hip tightens; his hand at your throat barely clenches around your pulse point, his eyes never leaving yours.
You can feel it, see it. The way the little threads are beginning to unravel and fray. The way this was no longer Seungcheol of SEVENTEEN; not the leader, not the idol. This was something different entirely, someone else completely.
"I do," you whisper back, your eyes so full of adoration for him that he has to bite back the urge to scream. "I trust you, Seungcheol."
His full name is what really does it for him, because then he's pushing in, and youâre gasping, whimpering, trying to adjust around him and the fact that youâre practically clenching him on the get-go. Seungcheol eases in, nice and slow, because youâre too tightly coiled for him to do more than carefully bottom out. Youâre both heaving, your breaths coming out as gasps; your own breaths are sharp, harsh, because Seungcheol is still choking you a little.Â
His head dips down to your shoulder because he needs something to hold on to, anything, while his mind spins. His head is dizzy feeling you like this, feeling you around him so tightly. He's trembling, his thighs shaking, but he's holding himself back as long as he can.
When Seungcheol gets as far in as he can possibly get, you let out twin groans. Heâs completely sheathed inside of you and youâre fluttering around him in a way thatâs dangerous.Â
âYâcan move, Seung,â you reassure him after a moment, the words coming out strained with desire. âAs fast and hard as you want.âÂ
You sound strangled, just like he feels, and it's taking him a mammoth amount of control to hold himself back. He groans against your shoulder at the sound of your voice, the words you say. He wants to move, to thrust, but he's trying to have some semblance of composure.Â
"Love," he says, his voice wrecked. "Iâ"
His voice breaks. It breaks, because there is only so much he can take, and he's beyond that point now. There's a tremor in his thighs, his hands clenching in the cushion below you.
You drag him right back down, with the sound that you let out thatâs halfway a whine and a sigh. One of your hands goes to rest in the space between Seungcheolâs shoulder blades, as if to steady the two of you.Â
Your voice is surprisingly firm when you speak. "Let go," you command. And then, softer, "I need you."
Your words, your voiceâ it's in complete conflict with the situation you're currently in. And yet, it works. He lets out a sound, one that's somewhere between a growl and a whimper, his breath hot against your skin. And then he's moving and he's holding nothing back.
He's hard, brutal, and he's taking. His teeth on your shoulder; his breath against your neck; his nails digging into you.
It's a relentless, dizzying pace. Seungcheol bullies into your weeping cunt, fast and hard, and it draws out the most obscene sounds from you. Gasps, whines, an occasional scream when he hits a particularly sensitive spot. What has him seeing stars is the fact that you can't seem to settle on a name to moan. "Seungâ Seungcheolâ Cheolâ"
Yes, you're saying, yes.
Seungcheol loses himself, utterly and completely, in you. You're on the edge, he can hear it; he can feel it, and God, he wants to hear you say his name. Every single one of them.Â
It almost sounds like a mantra, your voice, as he takes and takes and takes, his breathing harsh, ragged.
You go through all of the names you have for him, breathless and wrecked, until you can't even say anything because his hips are snapping into you with a ferocity that's rare but not unwelcome. Your pornographic moans reverberate in your otherwise empty apartment, and Seungcheol thinks he might go insane.Â
"'M close," you choke out. "Cheollie, baby, I'mâ ah, fuckâ Seungâ"
His breath catches at your words, his eyes closing for a moment as he groans. You, you, in all your perfect, glorious, undone state. Itâs a sight he wishes he could capture, freeze in time.
He lets out a whimper, his words almost slurred when he responds. "Loveâ Iâ"
He's never been this rough, never this intense. You're the only one, the only person he's ever let himself go like this with. The only person who he's ever let see everything, take everything.
He's on the edge, he's there, he'sâ
"C'mon," he whines, his voice barely above a whisper, his hand clenching hard around your hip. "With me, love, please."
It's a miracle that you can even nod, can even find your voice as Seungcheol keeps on going with his erratic, stuttering thrusts. "With you," you gasp.Â
He snaps into you, then, and you arch up with a scream of his name. Thereâs the familiar white-hot flash of pleasure; the impossibly tight clench of your walls around him.
He stays buried in you for several long moments, his forehead resting against your shoulder, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his heart pounding so hard he can feel it in his ears. He has never felt so utterly spent in his entire life, never been so completely, utterly drained of energy. He's weak against you. Heâs weak because of you.Â
"God," he finally manages to mutter.
He lifts his head, just enough to be able to look at you, but he can't even muster a grin. He's spent and he knows you know that.
His hand comes up slightly, to brush the hair off of your forehead. "I think..." he says, his voice thick and hoarse, "I think I ruined you, love."
You let out a breathless laugh, one that you have to push out of your heaving chest. "Youâ" you try to say, but the words don't form, not at first. You take a few moments to take in some air, to gulp past the lump in your throat. "You're a fool."
His lips twitch into a tired but genuine smile at the sound of your laugh. Itâs a soft sound that he's always thought sounds beautiful, especially coming from you.
A hoarse, broken laugh of his own escapes; his hand coming up to rest at your jawline, his thumb gently tracing over the warm skin there. He's still catching his breath, but he's slowly gathering himself.
"Am I a fool?" he asks quietly, leaning his forehead against yours. "What does that make you, then?"
Youâre a fool, too, he thinks to himself. For letting me have this.Â
Instead of answering him, you press a small kiss to the corner of his mouth. Itâs the only answer heâs going to get from you for now, it seems.Â
He lets out a soft huff, moving his head back just slightly, his eyes closing. "You're beautiful, you know that?" he says quietly, his voice still rough with fatigue.
"Every time," you respond. Your own voice is strained, almost tired, but there's a hint of amused exasperation. "You say that every time, Cheol."
His eyes opened once again to look at you.
"Because it's true," he says simply, his voice soft and sincere, the hand resting at your jaw moving to brush your hair back from your face. "It's always true, love."
He lets out a soft sigh, his eyes tracing over your face, taking in every inch of you. His eyes pause at your lips for a moment, his tongue gently wetting his own, his gaze finally moving back up to meet your eyes.
You thread your shaking fingers through the back of his hair and answer his unspoken question. "Kiss me soft and easy, Cheol," you whisper.
The moment the words leave your mouth, he's in action.
He leans forward without a second thought, the hand not buried in your hair going to rest on your hip, his lips meeting yours in a soft, gentle kiss.
There's no heat in it, no want or need. Just a soft press of his lips against yours, gentle and slow.Â
It's languid and unhurried. Like there's nowhere either of you have to be after this. For a moment, you can pretend that this is normalâ that Seungcheol will not have to leave, and that youâll not have to change into new pajamas because he'd broken yours, and that you can be... well, something, anything aside from what you are now.
But it's wishful thinking, you both know, so all Seungcheol can do is kiss you. He lets out a soft sound, almost a sigh, as his tongue slides into your mouth, his hand on your hip tightening slightly. His other hand is in your hair still, his fingers gently tracing over your scalp, his body almost melting against yours.
He will have to leave. He always does. But for now, he's here, with you, and you feel perfect, andâ
Five minutes, he bargains. Five more minutes.
And then things end, not really by your own accord.
The sharp, shrill sound of Seungcheol's phone ringing breaks through your haze. You pull away, a bit jolted at the foreign soundâ at something other than your words, your breathing, reverberating in the room. It takes you a beat too long to realize someone is calling himâ his phone in his discarded jeansâ in the godawful middle of the night.Â
He lets out a loud groan, the sound tired and drawn out, and he can't help but rest his forehead against your shoulder once again, letting out a resigned sigh.
"God, save me," he mutters, his voice rough. "What time is it?"
You chuckle lightly. "Go on," you urge softly, not because you want to but because you have to. "Answer."
Seungcheol lets out another loud, drawn out sigh, his shoulders slumping in obvious defeat. He reluctantly lifts his head from your shoulder with a grumble, but he can't quite stop himself from pressing a kiss to your cheek just before he shifts up and off of the couch.
Once heâs reached down to grab his phone from where it's stuffed in the pocket of his jeans, he answers without looking at the caller ID. "Yeah?"
"Hyung!"
It's Soonyoungâ of course it's Soonyoungâ calling.
"Are you still at the company?" the younger member asks. "I think I forgot my headset in one of the practice rooms, and Minghao said you didn't go home with them."
"It's midnight, Soonyoung."Â
You shit over on the couch, careful not to make any sound. Not to give Soonyoung any suspicion that Seungcheol might be somewhere where he shouldn't be. You press a small, reassuring kiss to Seungcheol's hip as Soonyoung goes on to whine, "Yeah, yeah, I know. But it's the expensive headset, hyung. If you're still there, could you check? Please?"
Seungcheol lets out a huffâ a mixture of resigned affection and irritationâ at the feeling of your lips against his skin. He can feel the exhaustion deep within his bones now, and all he wants to do is go back to snuggling into you for the night.
But he can't say no to Soonyoung, especially not at this time of night.
"Fine," he grumbles, letting out a huff. "Which practice room?"
You can hear the moment Soonyoung practically brightens with triumph.
"Third floor!" he says happily, and you bury your face into Seungcheol's side to keep yourself from laughing. "You're the best, hyung! I'll buy you a meal tomorrow for the trouble!"
He reaches down with the hand not holding his phone, pressing his palm to the top of your head, pushing lightly down. A warning of don't laugh. "Just be thankful I'm your hyung, kid," Seungcheol grouses.
Soonyoung ends the call soon enough, saying some things about sending Seungcheol a photo of his headset so he knows exactly which one is missing. When it's back to just the two of you again, you tilt your head up to look at Seungcheol.Â
"You're really going back for it tonight?" you ask, even though you already know the answer.Â
The corner of his lip twitches into a half smile at the way you look up at him. His eyes takein the sight of youâ his hand on the back of your head, his fingers gently twisting strands of your hair.
"Of course I am," he sighs. "I can't say no to him, love."
You shift upward so you can sit side by side with Seungcheol. Both of you have yet to put on any clothes, but youâve at least gathered your bearings enough to form coherent words now.
"You can't say 'no' to any of them," you tease as you press a gentle kiss to his cheek. There's an almost blinding affection in your tone as you say, "You and your goddamn boys."
Seungcheol reaches out, wrapping an arm around your waist to tug you closer to him. Briefly, he presses his lips against your hair. His eyes are almost tender as he speaks.
"They're my boys," he says, his voice soft.
You let the words hang there for just a moment. Itâs an admission, one that both of you have known for the longest time, but it's also a reminder. Itâs the reason why you and Seungcheol can never be more than thisâbecause he has his boys, and he would never do anything to jeopardize them.
You press your face against the column of his neck for just one more precious moment. Youâve never been selfish about Seungcheol, but there were nights when you thought about it. Just⊠thought about it.
The thought never wins.
"Letâs clean up, get dressed," you whisper into his skin. "So you can head to the company sooner."
He lets out a soft, almost painful exhale. He knows what you're thinking, what you're feeling; he's thought about it himself, as well. He hates having to leave you, hates having to say that he has to leave you. But his boys are his boys, and one day all this will be over, and then...
He can't think about it right now, though.
Instead, he nods, pressing a light kiss to your temple. "Yeah."
It takes about ten minutes or so for you both to gather everything together. Seungcheol still looks tired, though for different reasons now. Heâs essentially traded one exhaustion for another.
As he puts on the shoes he left in your entryway, you lean against your doorway with your arms crossed over your chest. "Iâll be holding you accountable for my pajama set," you warn him. "And for tomorrowâs noise complaint."
"Yeah, yeah," he huffs, taking a step toward you. "Don't worry, I haven't forgotten."
His face softens as he reaches you, his hands coming up to grab your elbows, gently pulling you closer to him. "Sorry," he says. "Again."
 "Youâre not sorry, " you sigh pointedly, more out of spite than anything. Itâs the truthâheâs not really that apologetic about losing control every now and then, about your neighbors knowing youâre being pulled close every so often.
When you bury your face into his chest, he lets out a low, gruff chuckle, his chin resting gently against the top of your head. His arms wrap around you, holding you tightly against him, just like every single time before.
"Youâre right," he murmurs. A quiet, affectionate admission. âNot sorry. Not even a little.â
He holds you there against him, his eyes fluttering shut as he allows himself just a few more moments before he has to leave. You both stay there, allowing yourselves that moment, until the tension in Seungcheolâs shoulders fades and your annoyance at your torn pajamas ebbs. It couldâve been five minutes, maybe less, but then Seungcheolâs phone pings with a textâsurely Soonyoung asking if heâs found his headset.
Youâre the one who takes the step back, putting some distance between you. "Drive safe," you tell Seungcheol. "Text me when youâre there."
Resigned. Thatâs the only way to describe the smile that tugs at his lips. "Yeah," he says. "I will."
True to his word, Seungcheol does indeed send you a text about an hour or so after he'd arrived at the company, informing you that he was there and had found Soonyoungâs headset.
He's still exhausted, and all he wants is to be back. Back inside of you, back with you. But he can't do any of that. At least, not right now. Not at this point.
I miss you already, is the only other thing he adds to his text.
Your text comes in only moments later, like you had been waiting by your phone.Â
you're a fool. head home. take care.
A soft sigh escapes him the moment he reads your text, his eyes flickering over the words you'd typed, the harshness of it. It's another layer of protection for the both of you, but it's still not easy to read.
He's about to respond with something snarky, some light-hearted joke to tease you a bit, but he stops himself at the last moment. He knows that you're right.
He needs to head home. He needs to take care.
And heâs an absolute goddamn fool, in more ways than one.Â
#seungcheol x reader#choi seungcheol x reader#scoups x reader#seungcheol smut#scoups smut#seungcheol imagines#scoups imagines#svt x reader#seventeen x reader#svt smut#seventeen smut#†ylangelegy: mine#†ylangelegy: svt#( am i happy with this ? not ... entirely! but it's here! LOL )#( i think i've mentioned once before that i'm not very good at smut so this was dizzying )#( but it's also The longest svt fic i have in my drafts. i just cant be assed [yet] to beta it )#( anyway.... enjoy [???] <3 )
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The President of GUN? Lanolin's eyes seemed to shift and turn rapidly as her brain was running at high speed. GUN had no president but, then they worked for the United Federation of Nations. They did have a president and they were elected officials with alot of power. Before the war they made plenty of moves to make the world safer, but everyone always suspected that they never knew what GUN was up to. She had no idea that the former president from before the War was still in power--- she thought it all fell apart but it seemed that wasn't the case.
" The President of the United Federation of Nations... before the War they were the head of the ruling body here on Mobius. They were an elected offical, but that all fell apart after the war started. I heard they went into hiding, and supplied alot of support to the Resistance at the time. But no one has heard much since the war ended... if its really the president... that complicates things..."
The sheep felt less inclined to fight back now, she understood that GUN was muscling in but! If the President was indeed making this move, they were the nationally elected leader. How could they stand against them? it didn't feel right to her and yet--- they hadn't fought in the war had they? she was conflicted.
Her thoughts broke as one of the soldiers ran up to her holding out a communications device.
" Commander! Coms is back! we even have access to the outside... i have no idea how or how long it will last..."
Lanolin took the device and paused clearly conflicted on how to move forward. If the president was alive, and well she had no intention of going against them. But until she had proof of that it was best to stay the course until she had further information.
" Attention all Restoration Units! This is Unit Commander Lanolin speaking! all Restoration forces are to return to base, form an active perimeter around HQ! Do not engage with GUN forces! but maintain your position until you receive further orders! To any GUN forces listening to this--- We are Restoration! and until i have orders to stand down from a superior officer i will defend this position! you have been warned! "
She released the button from the side of the device and looked somewhat apprehensive. She didn't know if that was the right call and now questioned her position. Her eyes went to Belle as if asking if she did the right thing.
" Blaze... can you send a message to the GUN airship... Tell them if the United Federation President wants us to stand down. He has only to contact me directly... and Gaia i hope i'm doing the right thing..."
Maggie meanwhile remained close to the Mother Wisp knowing she could better direct her rage if she needed to. Yet she could sense Lanolins Distress and hoped everything was alright down below. Still she remained at her post, like a good solider she knew she had a to be part of this offensive if it came to it.
It seemed things were coming to a head fast... this might all end in an explosive confrontation!
"It went less than ideal as he was willing to let us evacuate any injured we may have, and provide some of their own anti-fire suppressant units. However, he refused to budge on letting any members of The Restoration in with the claim that the President of GUN was who gave the order. I still find this all extremely fishy, though even someone of my diplomatic training couldn't make headway with the little information I have." Blaze was more than a bit frustrated, though there wasn't much she could do.
"You haven't shoved anything on me as I offered to deal with Lupus while you got the forces in order so don't go thinking you did. As for Sonic and Surge, I can keep an eye on them, though those two have so much Chaos Energy I doubt I could connect to their minds to speak with them." Blaze's Sol Magic was far too different from Chaos Energy so doubt's it'd end will with how much Sonic and Surge have. "If I have to I can easily rush to Sonic and attempt to calm him down. Hopefully without having to use force." The feline didn't wish to fight with a friend.
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The knight had been lead to the opposite check point, seeing all GUN soldiers having set up from inside the base. She would simply walk out, making her way to a halfway point between the base and the check point they set up. Then she just stood there, staring at them and not saying a word as she had nothing to say to them.
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"If Blaze managed to get some help I can only assume they must be pretty strong too." Belle was only guessing, though the fact that Blaze only asked a single person to come and help made her assume they weren't one to mess with. The tinkerer was still extremely worried about Sonic losing his cool, though trusted Lanolin when she said Blaze would keep an eye on him.
"I just hope GUN wouldn't be stupid enough to shoot at the Wisp. I've heard a lot of rumors of what they've done, though here's hoping chaos doesn't break loose." Belle had heard so many stories about GUN, even when she lived in the village which tended to be so far from conflict more often than not. The tinkerer could only hope for the best.
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The Mother Wisp was about to return back to the Shadow Void before sensing another Wisp flying up to her making her turn to look at them. After hearing them explain what was going on and asking for help she turned her attention downwards. It was hard to ignore sensing so many young Wisp scared or worried which only made her angry as while she wasn't the Grand Mother Wisp each Mother Wisp could still feel the emotions of all the children.
The Mother Wisp would then grow a size, a sign she was struggling to keep her anger in check, though was remaining mostly calm. She would disappear only to reappear right above the base. She'd then just angrily glare at the GUN soldiers, as if daring them to try anything and to see what'll happen.
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Birthday Gifts (Stan x fem!Reader)
Summary: You find yourself at a party at the Mystery Shack, where you learn a few secrets about the host. Takes place during Double Dipper.
Warnings: Just fluff today :) Some kissing, but nothing sexual. Alcohol mentioned.
This is a long one - 4 chapters. But I wrote it all in a day so I figured I'd just put it all in one post. If you're confused about it being Stan's birthday during Double Dipper, check out this post. It's actually cannon!
And if you're curious, the song I reference is Before He Cheats by Carrie Underwood.
Chapter 1
"Hey, watch it!" You grabbed your foot, wincing in pain.
The guy just shrugged at you and went back to dancing. If you could call it dancing? It was more like aggressively punching the air to the beat. As you made your way off the dancefloor, you could feel a lump rising in your throat and the tears began to flow. You looked for a door, any door. It had been a terrible night.
But for someone else, it had been a worse one. Stan Pines was alone in the kitchen, with two shots of liquor -- one in his hand, the other on the counter.
"Well, Stanford, here's to one more trip around the sun. I uh, I know I say every year that this'll be the last one I celebrate without ya, but this time I mean it." Stan clinked the glasses together, and downed his liquid courage. As he opened his eyes, he saw you come around the corner.
"Hey! Guests aren't allowed back here."
You jumped at the sound of his voice and began to frantically wipe your tears away, "Sorry, I'm leaving."
"Wait," his voice was softer now, "you okay?"
"Not really." You sniffled and stared at him. He was wearing a 70's disco outfit and a goofy fez. It was crooked, probably had to do with empty shot glass in his hand, you guessed.
"Ya wanna talk about it?" he asked, as he straightened his hat.
"It's nothing, I just. My friends ditched me tonight and its like, only teenagers here? And then this asshole stepped on my foot. It sounds stupid when I say it out loud."
He chuckled, "Well, sorry bout that, but if ya want to leave early, there's an exit fee."
You smiled a little at the joke, and then realized, "Oh, you must be Stan? Sorry I'm pretty new here and I still don't know everybody. I've heard of you though." You told him your name.
He took your hand and shook it firmly, "Good to meet ya."
"I see you're hiding the good stuff back here, huh?" You gestured to the liquor bottle, "Who's the other shot for?"
"Uh, nobody. You know what?" He slid it toward you, "You want it? Might make ya feel better."
You shook your head, "Oh, I was just making a joke. That stuff's pretty nasty."
"Okay, well, uh," he rubbed the back of his neck, "then, how about a dance?"
You were a little taken aback.
"With you?" You asked.
"Hey, I promise I won't step on your foot."
Chapter 2
The song wasn't exactly slow, but Stan pulled you into him and the two of you started to swing to the beat. You noticed then how big his arms were, and how well his white shirt fit him. It was lowcut, and he had on a gold chain poking through a bit of chest hair.
He was saying something, but you were too distracted to listen.
"Well, ya ready?"
"Yeah," you nodded, before realizing you had no idea what you'd agreed to, "wait, woah--"
Suddenly you were looking up into his eyes, and all your weight was supported by his arm. "See? I told ya, dipping is my specialty."
Your hand searched for something to grab onto, and settled on his ribcage. He pulled you back up, and you felt something under his shirt.
"Are you wearing a gir--"
"Bulletproof vest?" He cut you off, "Yeah." He leaned in and whispered in your ear, "When the shooting starts, get behind me."
You laughed at him, "Yeah right, Stan. If that's a bulletproof vest," you poked him on the exposed part of his chest, "you're definitely wearing it wrong."
He shrugged, "Hey it was worth a shot. And it made ya laugh, didn't it?"
You smiled, "Yeah, I guess it did."
A few of the party-goers were watching the two of you curiously, but he didn't seem to notice. You passed several more songs in Stan's arms, listening to his jokes and stories, and even enjoying yourself. Eventually, a song came on that you recognized.
"Oh, hey, this song's in 3/4," you commented. Stan raised an eyebrow.
"Sorry I'm kind of a music nerd," you laughed, "3/4 is my favorite time signature."
"Why's that?" He seemed genuinely curious.
"Oh, just cuz, that's the one that you can waltz to."
"Oh, like the cotillion dances in The Dutchess Approves?" As soon as he said it, he started to laugh nervously, and his eyes darted to the ceiling, "I mean... what is that?"
You laughed at him, "YOU watch The Dutchess Approves?"
He was red now, "I... may have seen some clips of it."
You punched him playfully on the shoulder, "Don't worry Stan, I won't tell anyone your secret."
He smiled back, and the redness subsided.
Chapter 3:
"Uh, since you say that, ya wanna hear another secret? Ya can't tell anyone."
"Okay, what is it?"
He coughed, "Ah, y'know maybe not, its-- its dumb."
"Oh c'mon you have to tell me!"
He shrugged, "Alright, today's my birthday."
"Really? Oh, Stan, happy birthday!"
He shushed you and looked around the room, "Not so loud, okay? Nobody else knows."
"What? You threw a party on your own birthday and no one knows?"
"Yeah, and I wanna keep it that way."
You could tell he was getting a little uncomfortable, so you decided not to pry and instead opted for a joke to lighten things up.
"But, Stan, if no one knows, how will you get any gifts?"
"Oh please," he laughed, "I don't even remember the last time I got a birthday gift. I must've been a kid."
"Well that just won't do," you shook your head. "If I'm the only one who knows I guess its up to me to get you something."
"Oh, no, c'mon we just met, I--"
You kissed him on the cheek. Speechless, he rubbed a hand over the spot.
"There you go, Stan," you whispered. "Happy birthday."
"Thanks, I, uh--"
Suddenly the music cut out, and the DJ announced it was time for karaoke. His touch lingered on you a bit before he let go. You both decided to get a little closer to the stage and listen to the blonde girl who was singing. Before you knew it, the song was over and a girl in a sweater and big orange bow was up.
After just a few lines she yelled, "Now I'm gonna do a flip!" And faceplanted. She popped back up with a smile, and Stan yelled, "That's my girl!"
Before you could say anything about it, the DJ asked, "Any other brave dudes want to try for the party crown?"
Stan elbowed you, "Hey you said ya like music? Why don't you get up there?"
"Oh, really, I couldn't--"
"C'mon," he insisted, "If you sing half as good as ya dance, you'll do great."
"Fine, but only because it's your birthday."
You flipped through the catalogue, "That one."
The song started with a country guitar lick and low saxophone. You pulled the mic out of the stand.
Right now, he's probably slow dancin' with a bleach blonde tramp
And she's probably gettin' frisky
Right now, he's probably buyin' her some fruity little drink
Cuz she can't shoot whiskey
You watched Stan's eyes go wide. He was absolutely starstruck.
Right now, he's probably up behind her with a pool stick
Showin' her how to shoot a combo
Oh, and he don't know
The crowd cheered as you started the chorus, and Stan whistled loudly. On a nearby beam, Dipper #8 sat unnoticed with a dollar on a fishing line. He shrugged, Stan seemed distracted enough.
As you decended the stage, several people complimented you, and Stan stood with his hands in his pockets and a crooked smile.
"Wow, Doll, if I knew ya had pipes like that--"
"Grunkle Stan, wasn't she amazing?" The girl from the song before popped up between you.
She turned to you, "You'll get the crown for sure!"
You patted her on the head, "That's okay, I don't want it. How about you go win it instead, huh?"
"I'm on it!" She ran back over to her friends.
The DJ's voice came back on over the mic, "Now we're gonna bring it down for a minute. Ladies, dudes, now's the time."
A slow song started to play and Stan pulled you back into his arms.
You laughed, "Okay, I have to know, what is a grunkle?"
Chapter 4:
The two of you continued to dance and talk for the rest of the party. He told you all about his neice and nephew, and pointed out a couple of employees. You only paused your conversation to cheer Mabel on for the party crown vote. After a while, guests started to file out and it was just you, Stan, the twins and their friends, and a few other stragglers.
"Do ya need to go?" he asked.
"Yeah, I probably should."
"Alright, I'll walk you out."
There was no one else outside. Stan leaned against the door of your car, "So, uh, about that birthday gift ya gave me..."
"What, you didn't like it?"
"No, I just feel bad," he shrugged. "I think I should give it back."
You couldn't hide your smile as he planted a kiss on your cheek.
You tried your best to look smug despite your blushing, "Well, good thing I have another one for you." You pulled him in by the collar and kissed him, this time on the mouth. His hands grabbed your waist and pulled you closer.
"I don't care how many you have, I'm just gonna give 'em back."
"Yeah?" you teased, "We'll see about that."
The two of you kissed several more times before Stan pulled away with a chuckle, "I think I lost track, can we start over?"
You were about to suggest a truce, when you heard Mabel yelling from the porch, "Grunkle Stan! My friends are sleeping over tonight!"
Stan sighed, and yelled back "Okay, sweetie!"
He turned back to you, and you commented, "That's too bad you have kids to watch, y'know, cuz I was gonna invite you to a sleepover at my house."
"Yeah?" he chuckled nervously.
"Oh wait! Before I go, I have a real gift for you!" Stan waited as you dug around in your glovebox.
"Here," you handed him a napkin with your number scribbled on it. "Happy birthday, Stan."
#gravity falls#stanley pines#stan pines x reader#grunkle stan#mabel pines#dipper pines#double dipper#fanfic#fluff
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hey, im a young nz artist too and i like making comics/want to do something bigger when im older, and i think your stuff is genuinely so fucking cool. i love it so much. i was wondering how you pursued art after highschool, like did you go to art school? if so, where and what was that like, and if not, howâd you find the time to continue doing it? its always felt like my opportunities for a career in art specifically seem smaller living in nz, but idk your stuff inspires me to think otherwise. thank you :)
kia ora!!
thanks so much for asking, it's truly so flattering that a young nz artist would ask me for advice! <3 sadly i might not necessarily be the best person to ask...
First of all, it's been a loooooong time since i've been a young artist hahaha I'm 32. After high school, I studied architecture at university because, as you're probably aware, we don't really have art schools like our peers do overseas. But after studying for a few years, I had a major depressive episode and dropped out. After that, I ran away to Korea to teach english for a year before coming back to work in cafes for about 6 years. Back then I was pursuing a career in editorial illustration cause that's what all my favourite artists were doing but I didn't realise that it was a dying industry at the time and there weren't exactly lot of full-time professional artists here who could have warned me...
So after about 10 years of trying to piece together some kind of profession in illustration, I ended up looking for a tattoo apprenticeship which was looking pretty promising but my bosses turned out to be not-so-great people. I tried to keep tattooing on my own but that was around the time COVID hit which wasn't (and still isn't) great for a job that requires you meet face-to-face with a lot of people. So, since the pandemic began, I've just been subsisting off of jobseeker, chipping away at comics and the occasional illustration gig.
The whole experience had me perpetually burnt out for the past ~15 years and made me realise that art as a career really just shouldn't be a thing. Under capitalism, it requires either an embarrassing level of compromise, privilege or luck to pursue. All the household-name artists you know in NZ either come from privilege or got unbelievably lucky. I don't say this as a value judgment or anything, most of them are truly wonderful people, it's just what I've learned about them as colleagues who've worked together a few times over the years.
I don't fault anyone for wanting to pursue that, but if you want to make uncompromising art that makes you feel fulfilled, you can't stake your livelihood on it. Art is supposed to be a by-product of life well lived, not content to be sold.
It's why I'm making plans to go back to uni next year to switch careers into a cushy office job because, as you've observed, even if you still want to pursue this as a full-time career, opportunities for artists in Aotearoa is extremely limited.
Having said all that, there's still a lot of nuance to this whole thing that would take me too long to cover in a tumblr post, so if you'd like me to elaborate or anything or have more questions, you're more than welcome to contact me through my email: [email protected]!
And this offer extends to literally anyone who might be looking for advice or just wants to talk about art <3
Final thing: the thought of studying something else at college/ university and keeping your art as a hobby might sound bleak when you're young, but life is so much longer than you think. You might feel like you have limitless creativity and ideas at the moment but when it becomes your entire life, you burn through it all faster than you'd think. It's because you need fuel to inform what you make and you can't get that from just making art. Like I always say, art is a by-product of a life well lived; You need life-experiences; You need to love, hate, care, be hated and loved to make art and you can't do that if you're too busy to do any of that. Those 3 years you spend on a bachelors is nothing in comparison to a lifetime of staring at a blank page, agonizing over what to make next.
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Empires s2 characters and what horse they'd have
Hi. Brainrot about empires and a longstanding fixation on horses led to this. Enjoy <3
(it's a long post btw)
Let's start with the obvious. Sheriff Jimmy Solidarity.
Now obviously he has Bullseye and Arrow, however! I would like to debate their breeds for a bit. I think that while Bullseye has a pattern similar to that of a snowflake leopard appaloosa, I believe he's a full Quarter Horse (normally known as an American Quarter Horse) Fast, turns on a dime, and have a good head on their shoulders. Often used on ranches and such because they're good all rounders while being sturdy and dependable.
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Arrow would be a Quarter Horse/Arabian Cross, for the speed and coordination of the Quarter, and the endurance and heat tolerance of the Arabian.
Now lets talk about the other person with a horse like companion. Princess Katherine.
She has a Unicorn (half skeleton horse??), that is all white. I think she would have a cremello Saddlebred. They're a gaited breed (fancy walk, showy gait) and very flashy. Cremello is a hard color to get, therefore about as valuable as a unicorn /j
Princess Gem
I love Apollo as much as anyone, however if he were a horse, he would absolutely be a Belgian Draft (specifically a bay). They are big, strong, and were first horses of war (factcheck) then adapted to plow horses. With Dawn's canonical beginnings, I believe a draft would have been a great help in the fields.
Great Witch Shelby
She lives in the swamp, which is not great for horses. However, a pony could fit through the many hanging vines and manuever easier through narrow pathways. I think she would have a Kerry Bog Pony. They're surefooted, hardy, and sound ponies that have a long rich history, but the most important part is that they're used to navigating softer ground because of their origins/home of Kerry (Ireland)
Joel, God of Lore
Show off, big, strong, bull headed. Normally, I would never let someone who's (supposedly) 11 feet tall ride any horse, because the weight would be harmful to them. However, I would assign him a Clydesdale. Flashy, easy to remember, and definitely the kind of horse you would get attention for. They're also usually patient enough to put up with any inconsistencies or surprises from their riders.
Fwhip
Shetland Pony. Small, used to pull carts in mines, and feisty as all get out. No further explanation needed XD
Pixlriffs
I would assign him a mule, as stereotypical as it is. Theyre a very dependable creature, used for packing and riding, and are very sure footed even on mountainous terrain. Overall steady, even if they are stubborn.
Mayor Lizzie
Halflingers are ponies only by breed, not by size (14 hands or under is considered a pony, however there are certain exceptions). They're all palominos, and all sturdy and stout. They have a variety of personalities, but are usually a favored mount by shorter riders. I think theyre overall steadiness and stubbornness would be good to balance out any uh. feline traits from Lizzie, but they would still match her in fierceness.
Scott
Now he would have a blanket Appaloosa. Hands down. Do I need to explain? (specifically a chestnut blanket appaloosa <3)
Oli
He would have an old, run of the mill, done with life, tolerant to the point of apathy, POA (Pony of America. ...its a mutt horse that is short.) Probably one that Fwhip sold to him for an extended debt. I think it would probably be a Chestnut, with a supressed sass to it.
False
She's so nervous all the time, I think I would give her a retired ranch horse (thus, likely a quarter horse) that could take care of her and lead her back home from wherever they were. It would have seen everything, and probably been used for hunting at least once, therefore any (totally random) blood would be no problem! /hj I think she would probably have an unassuming bay, with a lighter brown coloration to it's body.
Pirate Joe
Seahorse /j.
In all seriousness, I think I would give him a Paint Chincoteague (shink-o-teeg) Pony. They cross the ocean every year for the round up, and I can absolutely picture Pirate Joe finding a pony on an island and claiming it was the treasure he was meant to find (sea pony!! never been seen before! /j). They can eat seaweed, and iirc they frequently do. Firecrackers they are. Fiesty things with a good heart.
Sausage
I think he would have a Grey Andalusian (grey as in the specific horse color, not the actual color grey). The Andalusian is an elegant horse that was originally a war horse, but has since evolved into a beloved riding horse. They're all rounders, and very majestic looking. Tall, strong, and beautiful, I think that they would be a good fit for the story that Mythical J. Sausage has going on in season 2.
And that's all of them! Of course, giving them all horses would be unreasonable given current story lines, but I thought that it was fun, and a very enjoyable project ^-^
#Really. Its a LONG post. You were Warned.#I may have gone overboard XD#But it was so much fun!!#empires s2#sheriff jimmy#princess gem#mythical sausage#princess katherine#witch shelby#empires season 2#empires smp#empires smp season 2#esmp 2#esmp s2
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New game interest unlocked
(crow in bottom right belongs to @patchwork-crow-writes)
#ramarl#phantasy star online#long tag warning lol i rambled#so i was introduced to phantasy star online#i think its safe to say i really enjoy the game#thank you mr crow for showing me this game :D i have new creatures to scribble now#there shall be more of these doodles#i promise you that#meant to post this wayyyyy earlier today but uh#my car broke down :') ....again :')#last week it wouldn't turn on and the headlights weren't working so we were like ''ok this is a battery issue and i need a new one''#because jumping the car didnt fix it#so we took my old battery to a shop and they tested its charge before showing us which new one we should get#but the battery had charge???????? so we went back home to troubleshoot#and then found the hooks(?idk what they're called) that connected the battery to the car had something corroded on them#so we grabbed a can of coke and scrubbed away#hooked the battery back up and bam car was working#so the issue was those hooks#until two days ago when my car didnt work again#looked at the battery again and the hooks came loose; tightened them up and bam car working again#and now at this point I'm scared to go anywhere cause what if i get stranded on my own??#so this morning i said ''alright I'm gonna drive myself to church just to be sure that my car works''#AND WOULD YOU GUESS WHAT HAPPENED#at this point i just wish the damn battery was dead and that i could replace it and move on from this#i know they're a bit pricey but jesus this is exhausting#but i can't just buy a new battery if im not sure that's the actual problem because then I'd have a battery and nothing to do with it#i hate having a car sometimes i just want a bus system#or a jeep#but preferably a bus system#sorry rambles thats a long way of saying i didnt post this earlier because ive been working on my car lol
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HAPPY PRIDE MONTHđ
#i think this is the first time im openly celebrating it and being open about this with friends and so this is a special year#the place i live in is slowly getting more and more open to these conversations#it still has a long way to go#we have one âpride paradeâ if you can call it that#but its more of like a gathering at a park#my friends and i have always wanted to go but we were scared after an incident at our secondary school#im from a catholic girls school and some of our friends who did go for the parade and a teacher who went as well posted it on social media#it somehow got back to school#like the teachersâ or some students or parents reported it to the school i cant really remember#and they were all given a warning and sent for counselling#it was a veryyyyyy upsetting incident that really made me lose a lot of respect for some teachers#although it brought to light who was trustworthy and not#but now its different because weâve been out of that school for years not but thanks to covid there was no parade#howeverrr i cant make it on the day of the parade so hopefully next year ill actually get to go and be more involved with the community
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realized i've somehow never made a minato & asumi post despite them being some of the characters i think about the most in the story. i want them to be friends who get lunch together every other saturday
#mine#long post#my opinions on ch. 37 and its execution are more mixed now than before but i still appreciate it for putting these two in a room together.#tfw ~7 years ago you were suddenly thrust into the role of a single parent without warning#while also dealing w/ the abrupt disappearance of an important person in your life who's keeping you in the dark abt what they're doing.#i always wondered why asumi and minato never reached out to each other in the years between. asumi at least seemed to know of minato but#maybe neither of them thought it was their place to do so.#which is sad b/c i think they really are the only people in the world who could come close to understanding the other's feelings abt kouyou#they're both on equal footing with him and as close to him as they can get but there's still so much he doesn't confide in either of them.#we see that clear divide btwn kouyou w/ the tenjous and kouyou w/ the osezakis#how those parts of his life just never overlapped for years and years. how the knowledge they had of the other's existence was so minimal#but now... maybe they can help each other to fill in those gaps you know?#basically i'd like to see them interact again in the future. or even presented as parallels to each other.#the dream would be a backstory-focused duo pov chapter... we'll have to see though#you know what. feeling brave i'll main tag this#deep sea aquarium magmell
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Reacting to you wearing pheromone perfume
Multiple characters headcannon
Authors note: Dw theyâre all horny for you, umm if it looks like I got lazy itâs bc I did. (POST-TIMESKIP!!)
Warnings: NSFW Content, Femdom(ish), vaginal sex, riding and uhhh find out the rest urself.
The plan was set.
You were just going to do your usual grocery run, but hold off putting the new found perfume on until you were at the door step.
That way, when you walked in, the scent would hit him like a wave, making it clear even for him to notice something different about you.
It was perfect! And soon the plan was to come into play as you sprayed yourself head to toe in its mist.
You tucked the bottle away deep in your grocery bag, then unlocked the door, the keys jingling softly as you did.
âHey baby, Iâm back.â
You say, shutting the door behind you and setting the groceries on the kitchen counter. âSo whatâve you been up to?â
You shot him a quick glance from the couch, an innocent smile on your face.
The type to invade your personal space
What the... what the hell did you do? Something feels off here. He can sense itâno, he can practically smell it.
Youâve pulled a fast one, and heâs gonna find out what exactly it is..
âMe? Oh Iâve been up to absolutely nothing..like nothing at all.â he says, strolling over to you, a knowing smirk on his face.
âBut the real question is though..what exactly have you been up to, huh?..â
You hadnât realised just how close he had really gotten to you, until you took your eyes away from the ingredient in your hand to look at him, a palm rested onto the kitchen counter as he leaned in closer to you.
You didnât waver though. You knew this was only an effect of the perfume working itâs magic, he was probably just trying to get a better whiff of you.
Everything was going according to plan..
âWell, I was just picking up some things for the house and dinner tonight. Thought Iâd whip up your favorite, you know?â
You suddenly feel a grip on your shoulder as he turns you to face him. He takes this newfound opportunity as a chance to bury his nose into your neck.
âJesus..â what hell did you actually do? Whyâs he feeling so..bothered. And why do you look so attractive all of a sudden. Not that youâre not always beautiful, but right now... youâre just breathtaking, and itâs stirring up all sorts of feelings in him. âWhy do you smell like this..â
Perfect. Everything was unfolding just as you wanted it! Sure, you didnât expect him to take the bait so quickly, but whoâs complaining? You knew what was coming; after all, this is your boyfriend.
âHm? Smell like what, handsome? I always smell like this..â You wanted to tease him, to see how far heâd go with it. That turned out to be your biggest mistake.
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Now your legs were sore, your hips bruised, and your back aching, all while he continued thrusting up into you.
How was he still going? You had been lost in this rhythm for what felt like ages, your bodies entwined and slick with each other's essences.
âAh-..Fuck..y-you feel so good..â
The air around you was thick with the scent of sweat and desire, a heady mix that only intensified the connection you both shared.
âAnd you s-smell..so so amazing..shit..itâs got me all types of f-fucked up..â
His face was flushed, lips slightly parted as he breathed heavily, each sound escaping him, a testament to the pleasure building between you.
His grip on your hip grew firmer, guiding your movements up and down his length with a deliberate urgency that sent shivers down your spine.
You could feel the heat radiating from his body, the way his muscles tensed and flexed beneath your touch, each thrust igniting a fire deep within you.
âI-I donât think mâgonna last long if you keep t-tightening-..fuck..like that baby..â
The quick, shallow breath he took and the tension in his abdomen were unmistakable signs that he was nearing his peak again, ready to fill you completely once more.
You could see the way his eyes filled with desire, the intensity of his gaze locking onto yours as if trying to convey everything he felt in that moment.
It was a silent conversation, one that spoke of longing and need, of a connection that transcended words.
You leaned in closer, your lips brushing against his ear, whispering sweet nothings that only fueled the fire between you.
You begin to rock your own hips against him, matching his thrust causing a small whine to escape his lips, and in return sending waves of pleasure coursing to you.
You could feel the heat pooling in your belly, a delicious ache that begged for release. The way he moved under you, the way he held you, made you feel cherished and desired all at once.
âB-baby I-..mâgonna..fuck- Iâm g-gonna cum-..I canât-..mâgonna- c-cumming!..â
With the broken moan he let out, you could feel him surrenderer to the moment, releasing all he had left inside of him into you and allowing the sensations to wash over him, a small whimper leaving his lips feeling you pulse around him.
You couldnât help but lose yourself in the pleasure that enveloped you both, and to think..
this was all because of some damn perfume.
Characters: reigen, dimple, kagami, AOMINE, tengen, connie, NISHINOYA, oikawa, GOJO, SOLOMON , CHILDE, KAEYA, wriothesley (Anyone you like)
The type to stare at you from afar
He knew from the moment you entered the room something was off.
Now, he couldnât shake off his suspicion.
What had exactly changed about you..was it your clothes? Nah..it couldnât be that.
Maybe you styled your hair differently?..no thatâs just stupid; anyone would notice that.
He was so caught up in his thoughts he didnât even realise just how long he had been staring at you, examining every little detail like you were some kind of puzzle.
It was a little unsettling to say the least but you continued on with sorting out the groceries.
âHey babe, can you help me with this?â
âNo.â
You look at him confused and quite frankly offended.
This mf really just said no to you.
âWhat do you mean, no?â
âI canât get close to you.â
Thatâs exactly the OPPOSITE of what the perfume is supposed to do! Itâs supposed to attract him towards you not make him act like a deer in headlights!
âWhat- why?â You say a little too disappointingly for your liking.
âIf I did, I might do something bad.â
Something bad? What could he possibly mean by something ba- ohhâŠoh. Oh.
Would it be funny if you just said that you wanted him to do that âbadâ thing.
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Okay take back everything you said. This is not funny anymore.
In fact this is just back breaking especially with the way heâs pounding into you all while pressing his face deep inside the crook of your neck.
âH-hah..fuck..I-is this good for y-you too, baby?..â
You can feel the warmth of his breath against your skin, as he struggled to stifle his moans, the soft, enticing sounds escaping him despite his best efforts.
You would be lying if you said this wasnât exactly what you wanted; after all, you did choose to wear that perfume, the one you knew would draw him in.
I guess you just didnât anticipate such a strong reaction from him, the way his body responded to your presence, as if heâd been waiting for this moment all along.
The whole experience was incredibly distracting, especially with him so close to your ear, his breath hitching with every whispered compliment you offered.
âF-fuck..pull on my hair..p-please baby..mâso close for you..â
Each time your fingers tangled in his hair, you can feel the tension in his body falter, his hips instinctively responding to your words.
It was as if your gentle praise unlocked something deep within him, a vulnerability that made the air between you thick with unspoken desire.
He didnât need no perfume to make love to you like this.
Characters: SERIZAWA, giyuu, armin, KAGEYAMA, OSAMU, geto, MAMMON, leviathan, albedo, CYNO, kazuha, XIAO (Anyone you like)
The type to get distracted while you speak
âJust the..the usual..â
âMm..the usual huh? So mysterious.â
You throw him a quick look, a playful smirk creeping onto your face as you plop down next to him on the couch. With a dramatic sigh, you turn to him.
âHonestly, I was thinking about whipping up something new for us, but Iâm not sure itâll turn out great⊠Oh! You wonât believe who I bumped into at the store earlierââŠâ
âBlah blah blah proper name, place name, backstory stuff..â (PLEASE TELL ME YOU KNOW WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT)
This man is not listening to a single thing your saying.
Everything is just going through one ear and out the other.
Yet, heâs nodding along, pretending to listen, his eyes locked on yours and occasionally flicking to your lips.
Youâve got him hook line and sinker.
âBabe. Babe, are you even listening to me?â
â..Huh? Y-yeah, you were talking about.. your friend?â
Right, because chopping tomatoes has everything to do with friends.
âOh really? And what exactly was I saying about said friend?â
âI- you were..yâknow..stuff?â
You raise an eyebrow at him
âLook baby I canât concentrate right now. I donât know what you did, but my mind is wandering to places it shouldnât, and itâs messing with me, so pleaseâŠâ
â..please what?â You know what he wants.
âHelp a guy out? I know you can see it..â
Oh, you definitely could see it. You could see the huge hard on he had right now, and here he was, asking for your helpâthere was no way you were going to turn him down.
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He let out a deep sigh, tilting his head back against the couch, overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through him as he struggled to maintain eye contact with you.
âYou look a-absolutely stunning like this, my loveâŠâ His voice was a low murmur, thick with desire, as he took in the sight of you.
The way your mouth enveloped him, gently teasing his skin, sent shivers down his spine, igniting a fire within him that he could hardly contain.
Your lips moved with a tantalising rhythm, each caress sending waves of ecstasy through his body.
âMhm..like that, k-keep sucking on it like that beautiful..â
He could feel the warmth of your breath, the softness of your touch, and it was all too much to bear.
His hands instinctively found their way to your hair, fingers behind your head, as he tried to guide you, to pull you even closer.
âJus a l-little more for me baby mâalready so close because of you..â
The way your hands explored him, tracing the contours of his body, ignited a primal urge deep within him.
Every gentle stroke, every teasing touch drew a soft gasp from his lips, a sound that echoed the intensity of the moment.
Before long, his breath caught in his throat, and without any warning, he released himself into your mouth.
Soft murmurs of "mâsorry" and "thank you" slipped from his lips, each word laced with a mixture of guilt and gratitude, as if he were acknowledging the weight of the moment while simultaneously surrendering to it.
He tilted his head back again, exposing the graceful curve of his neck, while a deep, guttural moan escaped him.
He clutched the couch for support, his fingers digging into the fabric as he began to calm himself down
Heâd be lying if he said he didnât like that perfume.
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The type to suddenly want to be a man
âDoesnât matter, let me help you with that.â
This probably may have been the fastest you had ever seen this lazy ass man get up from the couch and willing ask to help you with something without you telling him to.
This perfume was doing its damn job alright.
And you were liking it already.
âYou sure babe? Do you even know where most of these things go?â you asked, a hint of skepticism in your voice.
ââŠNo, but that doesnât mean I canât try for once, right?â
âYeah sure..â you conceded, your curiosity piqued by his sudden determination.
âJust relax and take it easy. Please. Iâve got this covered.â he assured you, his tone confident and light.
You let him gently guide you back to the couch, ensuring you stayed seated while he headed to the kitchen.
A few moments later, he returned to you.
âFinished already? That was fastââ
Your words were abruptly silenced as another set of lips met yours, warm and insistent.
The unexpected kiss sent a jolt of surprise through you, momentarily stealing your breath away.
You had been caught off guard, your playful teasing hanging in the air like a forgotten thought.
When the kiss finally broke, you both pulled back slightly, as he rested his gaze on you his chest rising gently.
âI want 10 of em.â
â..10 of what?â
âkids.â He replies with a stern look on his face.
â...â
âIs that a yes?â
âYouâre joking, right?â
âIâm being deadass.â
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Well letâs just say he was NOT joking, and was very much being true to his words.
He intended to have those 10 kids, but first, he needed to prepare you.
That's why you found yourself on the bed, your legs resting on his shoulders as he immersed himself in your warmth.
âMm..so good..you taste so fucking good..â
He was devouring you like a man starved, his tongue skillfully teasing your clit and occasionally sucking on it, making your legs tighten around him even more.
How many times had you cum already with his restless mouth?
Just how long did he plan on keeping this up?
You were already worn out, and now your legs were killing you.
âOne more for me pretty girl..come on I know you can do it. Youâve got one more left in ya donât you..â his words were muffled in with the wet sounds of your juices but you could still hear each and everyone of his dirty talk.
The way he would urge you into coming undone onto his tongue, the way his nose would brush up against your clit as his tongue pummelled into your hole.
It was all too much.
You knew you wouldnât be able to last much longer anymore especially with his hums of approval sending all the right vibrations down to your mound.
With one last flick of his tongue against your clit, you came, fingers gripping onto his hair tightly.
When catching your breath just as you thought you had finished up with everything, do you hear the rustling of the sheets only to see him preparing to put his length into you.
âFuck..d-donât look at me like that princess, you know damn well we arenât done here, especially with how hard I am now..â
That perfumes going on lock down.
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clueless, kuroo tetsuro
ËË°âą*ââ· Â kuroo tetsuro has a thing for girls with long hair. so what if you're a girl with long hair? that doesnât mean anything!
⌠pairing! kuroo tetsuro x fem!manager!reader
⌠warnings! none, just fluff and humor. maybe ooc because i haven't written in years??? unfortunately, because this is based on the scene of kuroo and yaku arguing about their preference, this is really for my long haired girlies đŁ i apologize to the short haired readers
⌠word count! about 1.4k
⌠authorâs note! "haikyuu renassiance!" we all cheer in unison. anywho, this is my first time posting in two years. please be nice to me đ«Ą
"So, you prefer girls with short hair then, Yaku?" Kai asks, shedding off the white button-up of his school uniform and revealing his black practice t-shirt. The three third-year Nekoma players had found themselves in an empty classroom, deciding to use it as a makeshift changing room. Luckily for them, they had all worn their clean practice clothes under their school uniforms. Doing so allowed them to save time and cut back the number of minutes they were already going to be late to practice, thanks to Yaku getting distracted by a group of girls, which Kai noted all had short hair. Hence, his question.
Yaku paused his work of ridding himself of his tie to send Kai a proud grin, pointing towards him with both hands, âYesss!
"And you, Kuroo?" Kai turns to him, now curious to know his captain's answer as well.
"Long." Kuroo's answer is firm, leaving no room for debate. Still, he glances at Yaku, as if daring him to try.
Yaku only snorts, shaking his head in amusement as he too turns to look at his captain, "Like that wasn't obvious."
"Ehh," Kuroo's eyes narrow, head craning down to peer at the libero, "What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means," Yaku starts, taking a step closer as he peers right back up at Kuroo, "Everyone knows you have a crush on our manager, who just so happens to have the longest hair I've ever seen!"
"Ehh?" Kuroo repeats, louder this time as he cranes his head down even more, "Who says I have a crushâ"
"Hey!" The door to the classroom slides open with a shocking force, startling the boys and drawing the attention of all three of them to it. Kuroo and Yaku both grow rigid as they find you standing in its opening. Quiet pants slip past your lips, and you take a moment to catch your breath as you stare at the three of them before you begin speaking, "There you guys are! I've been looking for the three of you everywhere."
"Hello," Kai greets kindly, the only one not left in a stupor at your sudden appearance, smiling as you make your way into the classroom. "We apologize, we're running a bit late."
"Yeah," You huff, coming to a stop a few steps away from them as you cross your arms, "It was your guys' turn to set up the nets. So when you guys didn't show up in time to do so and none of you answered your phones, Coach sent me to find you guys. Didn't know I'd be going on a wild goose chase."
Your words leave you in a huff before your eyes land on Kuroo, raising an eyebrow at the captain. His shoulders tense even more at the sudden eye contact and he's quick to snap his head in the other direction. Kuroo suddenly feels warm, realizing how you could have easily heard the conversation transpiring between the three of them. Stupid Yaku, Kuroo curses the libero in his head, doesn't even know what he's talking about.
"Sorry, Y/N." And of course itâs Yaku who disrupts his thoughts, pulling Kuroo's eyes to him just as he sends you an innocent smile, "We got carried away, talking."
There's a teasing tone to Yaku's voice, and Kuroo knows it's directed at him. Why is he friends with him again?
"I don't even want to know," You speak, and Kuroo can envision you shaking your head at the three of them, "Just get dressed and get to the gym as quick as possible, please."
All three boys give some noise of recognition in response to your words, and Kuroo takes the chance to glance at you then. He's quick to regret it. Your hand rises just as he locks eyes with you, reaching up to tuck some of the more unruly pieces of your hair (which most likely came undone due to your seemingly frantic search of the three third years) behind your ear and out of your face. Kuroo's eyes follow the movement of your hand, trailing downwards and taking in the long strands of hair that fall well past your shoulders. Once again all too aware of the conversation he was just having with his teammates, the tips of his ears burn as he pulls his gaze away from you once more. He shakes his head, trying to get Yaku's words out of his mind. Just because he liked girls with long hair, and just because you so happened to be a girl with long hair, did not mean he liked you.
Right?
A snort of laughter suddenly leaves Yaku, having caught the interaction, and Kuroo turns to him with a heated glare. You don't miss the exchange between them either.
"Are you two having one of your petty arguments again?" You accuse, eyes glancing between Kuroo and Yaku who are suddenly staring back at you like two deers caught in headlights. "Seriously, you've been fighting like this since first year. What topic could you guys possibly still be discussing?"
Yaku's smirk returns as he glances at his captain with an all too knowing look before he turns back to you, "Well, if you really want to knâ"
"Nope!" Kuroo is quick to interject, speaking for the first time since you entered and drawing your attention away from Yaku and back to the captain himself. Your eyes widen as he begins to take long strides in your direction. "No arguing here!"
Your lips part, confusion taking over your features at the odd behavior your captain is displaying. You don't get the chance to say anything, however, as Kuroo makes a show of glancing at the clock on the wall before turning back to you with a dramatic gasp, "Oh, would you look at the time! We should really be heading to practice."
"You still have your school shirt on, Kuroo.â You point out when he stops in front of you, pointedly glancing down at Kuroo's attire, which consisted of his practice shorts and white button-up, with his red school tie hung loosely around his neck.
"I'll just change it once we're in the gym," Kuroo responds, waving away your interjections before he drops his hands onto your shoulders and forces you to turn around and back toward the door. You attempt to dig your heels down when he begins to push you in the direction of the door, but you're truly no match for his strength. Stupid volleyball training.
"Kuroo," You voice your protests, attempting to swat at his hands in order to get him to release you. Once again, your attempts remain futile, "Let go of me!"
"No can do! As captain and manager, it's our job to be on time to every practice. What would our team do without us?" Kuroo shakes his head, clicking his tongue as if he's scolding you. He turns back to Kai and Yaku, flashing them a warning smile, daring them to say another word. Yaku merely watches on with an unamused look, while Kai holds a placid smile. There's extra sweetness in his voice as he practically chirps out, "Bring my stuff to the club room, will you?"
"I was on time!" You retort, not giving Kai nor Yaku a chance to respond to their exasperating captain as you send them a pointed look, all the while succumbing to your fate and allowing Kuroo to push you out of the classroom. After all, he did have a point. It probably wouldn't be long before Lev managed to push somebody's buttons (most likely Yamamotoâs) one too many times and ended up in hot water. "The only reason I'm not there right now is because I came looking for you guys!"
"Ah, now is not the time to deal blame, Y/N. Our juniors are waiting on us." Kuroo argues back, shaking his head as he removes one hand from your shoulder to slide the door shut behind the two of you. Still, Yaku and Kai face the door as the sound of your guys' bickering persists. It grows quieter and quieter with each passing moment, and it isnât until they can no longer hear your guys' voices does Yaku glance away with a shake of his head.
"He's clueless." Yaku deadpans, glancing back down at his tie as he continues to work on untying it.
Kai nods, neatly folding his button-up before placing it in his bag. "Completely."
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actually dying for a cooper howard x vaultie!reader smut where they have some slow burn longing steaminess, but coop thinks sheâs too good for him UNTIL she comes in contact with a sex pollen-esque chem and he finally gives in to save her đ„” please work your magic and elaborate however you want
A Flame in Your Heart
Cooper Howard x Fem Reader (SMUT!!)
CW: NSFW like absolutely filthy yâall, youâve been warned. đ unprotected sex, irradiated cream pie, p in v, p0rn w/ plot, slow burn, flirting, cursing, perverted thoughts, dub-con (because of chem usage though consent is asked and given!) rough sex, dirty talk, choking, praise kink, degradation, squirting, mention of fingering, FEELINGS!! Slight deviation from TV series, possible grammar/spelling mistakes, cooper starts off mean but slowly warms up to reader
AN: I absolutely LOVED this request! I was up all night writing down all my ideas and spent all this morning perfecting it, and this has to be my longest one yet! I thank you for your patience anon and my lovely readers as I finally post this! Hope you enjoy and that I have done your ask justice! â€ïž
Life outside of the vault was difficult to say the least. You felt hunger and dehydration in ways youâd never experienced before, going out of your way to do desperate things you would normally never do in order to get said food and water. The heat was unbearable, every stretch of land you walked across had a danger lurking around every corner, and worst of all, youâd never felt so alone. You werenât sure what it was about you, maybe it was because you were new to the surface, maybe it was your nearly perfect skin, but everyone seemed to stare or glare at you when you would walk through. It wasnât until youâd passed through Filly, meeting Ma June that you realized people didnât take kindly to people like you. âVaultiesâ she called them, an audible disdain in her tone, making you look down to remember you were in your blue and gold Vault-Tec suit. âIâll be going then, have a nice day!â You said skiddishly, offering her a kind smile before turning and exiting the shop. You just wanted to make friends, why was that so hard up here? So when your eyes set on a man clad in classic Wild West cowboy clothes, watching smoke settle after a stand off, you werenât sure why but you knew that was who you needed on your side in this world. Before you knew it, your feet were already moving and mouth speaking to him, grabbing his attention.
âI ainât no charity case sweetheart, I donât take on straysâ The ghoul spoke, his southern drawl making him even more memorable than the marred texture of his skin. You looked to the dog that trailed not far behind him as he walked, changing its pace to keep up with the man. âThe dog there with you tells me otherwiseâ you quipped. âAinât my dogâ he responded harshly as he continued walking. âI can make it worth your while!â You yelled, making him stop in his tracks for a moment, a scary sight at first before you worked up the nerve to come closer once he turned back to you. âAnd how you suppose youâd do that?â He asked, and at first you didnât know what to say, the words leaving your mouth before you could really think of a good enough reason. Did nobody like company anymore these days? âWellâŠI can be your scavenger! Pretty good at collecting stuffâ you offered, shaking your bag and making things rattle around inside to prove it, making him give a huff of a chuckle. ââf I wanted a pack mule Iâdâve found a brahmanâ he shot you down. âOkay, then I can be good company to talk to!â You offered. âThey make radios for when I want to listen to someone yackâ he shut down once again. âIâm a good cook! Even with shitty supplies, I can make a stew thatâd put a smile even on the meanest son of a gunâs faceâ you said, hopeful that heâd at least take you for something, but you had a feeling heâd probably turn you down again. âIguana on a stickâs just fineâ he said, though he had to admit the stew sounded good. Reminded him of home before all this wasteland bullshit. âOh, ummâŠâ you said awkwardly, your tone growing quiet and my how it put a sad look in your eyes. The evil part of him liked it, seeing your sweet innocent face all downturned but the part that was still human deep down, the part that hardly ever saw the light of day anymore, had half a mind to let you.
âGot a lotta nerve walkinâ up tâ me, girly. If you somehow been lucky enough that you ainât met dangerous yet, youâre lookinâ at someone who could put you down before youâd even mutter your last wordsâ he threatened, motioning to the double barreled shotgun in his hands. âI know, I saw it first hand. You hold yourself well, I envy that. Iâm new to all of this and just really want someone who can help me hold my own the same wayâ you explained. âLook, I know I donât look like much but please just give me a chanceâ you begged, looking up at him with a fighting spirit in your eyes that he had to admit, he was pretty impressed in seeing in a vaultie. âYou help me, I help you, however that ends up beingâ you offered, standing strong on this and damn if he didnât see a little bit of himself in you at that. He gave a sigh, tilting his head down before shaking it, not believing himself for the words he was about to say. âAlright, but the minute you start dragginâ youâre out, got me?â He said, and he hated the way his cold heart seemed to pump a little faster upon seeing your eyes light up with joy and a smile stretch to your face. âOh thank you, thank you, thank you!â You said, opening your arms up to hug him but being met with the barrel of his gun poking your stomach to keep space between you. âI donât do hugsâ he spoke gruffly, making you back up enough to where heâd drop the gun back to his side. âR-RightâŠsorryâ you apologized, embarrassment washing over you but still glad to finally have someone in your company. âCâmon, I ainât got all day nowâ he said, motioning you to start walking, so you joined him.
Your travels with him certainly werenât at all what you were expecting them to be. From being used as bait, to being tied up with rope most of the time youâd traveled together, or being sent in as his scavenger, you werenât prepared for a lot of the reality you faced with being up on the surface. Most nights made you question why youâd ever left the comfort of the vault, why youâd abandoned a trusty food supply, regulated temperatures, a safe place to sleep that wasnât riddled with radroaches or had the likely hood of waking up to a raider with a knife at your throat for no reason. Then you would remember the experiment in your vault, why you left that awful place for arguably a worse reality on the surface but at least you had freedom. Out here you were free to say what you want, do what you want, consume what you want so long as you could defend yourself incase that supply wasnât unclaimed. Youâd gotten pretty handy with a gun in the most recent weeks. Cooper, you learned one night was his name, using empty glass bottles as targets to help teach you accuracy and how to hit things from a longer range. In exchange, you came a little more useful than he had first thought. You had some useful stuff on you for trade like chems, ammo and food, were a good extra bag to hold stuff in, and you were a better cook than youâd talked about. Sure you had a tendency to talk too much, and you werenât great with a gun, but you were getting there.
âMight I suggest takinâ them clothes instead of wearinâ that suit?â He said, making you look at him weird for suggesting you strip a dead raider of their clothes. âWhy would I do thatâŠ?â You asked, genuinely confused and not sure what he was implying either, he was a hard man to predict. âBecause, people see that shit and get real mad. People up here donât like vaulties or the ones that run âemâ he said and it made sense, it helped you understand why you kept getting evil glares each time someone would look at you or talk to you. You figured he knew best, so you took the shirt and pants from one of the female raiders, tucking them into your bag to change into at a better time. He gave a chuckle watching you do so, apologizing to the dead body profusely as you took their clothes and whatever valuables they had on them for the betterment of your own survival. You were still so naive, part of him was hoping he could slowly start to break and corrupt your way of thinking, but that was a thought for another time.
Before you knew it, night finally began to fall. The sun setting across the horizon gave the air less of a hot, harsh bite as the temperature began to cool rapidly across the sands of the Mojave. All you managed to grab was a pair of beat up, old jeans and a tank top, so as soon as the sun set, the chill set in. As you both set up camp for the night just outside of an abandoned rest stop, you started a fire to cook some of that stew you talked about being good at. He had to admit, it was pretty damn good, likely the best thing heâs had since before the bombs went off. Though even the kindling fire couldnât manage to chase the chill away, watching you run your hands up and down your arms to try and warm up some by it. He felt a slight pang in his heart, watching you shiver like that, how your eyes lit up by the blaze of the fire and your hair seemed to be tousled just right. You were pretty, too pretty to be trekking this wasteland, and certainly too pretty to be trekking it with him of all people as your company. Even he had a heart still, as cold as it was, so out of kindness he shrugged his duster from his shoulders, draping it around you. You looked at the fabric pooled around you, pulling it over you better before looking to him as he sat down across from you again. âAinât no use if the cold gets yaâ he said, making you smile appreciatively at him as you realized what he did. âThank youâ you replied, a slight blush fanning to your cheeks as the chattering of your teeth finally died down and you grew warmer. It smelled like him, sure it had splatters of old dried blood and was rather worn, but it had that gunpowder and smoke smell to it that you associated with him. âDonât say I never did nothinâ for yaâ he replied, trying to sound cold but it didnât come off that way, making you chuckle. âWhat do I owe you?â You asked, making him fall silent for a moment as he pondered the answer to your question. He looked you over for a second before tipping his hat down to cover his face a bit, the signal that he was about to try and get some sleep. âJust keep watch for a bit, Iâll be up in a few hoursâ he responded, and while it wasnât what you were expecting, youâd take it.
He was startled awake a couple hours later when he heard a commotion, you yelling at someone telling them to back off that this place had been claimed. The raider you were up against didnât seem to like that very much, claiming that wasnât how it worked up here. The altercation took a turn for the worst when the man reached for his gun but you were quick to fire and kill him before he could let out a shot. A shaky feeling set in your hands and a horrified expression across your face at the realization that you just killed someone. Cooper, who was certainly wide awake now, was rather impressed by your quick timing and precision, coming up behind you to lay a gloved hand to your shoulder. âWell would ya look at that, looks like them lessons been payinâ off after all. Howâs it feel?â He asked, looking down at you as you stared at the gun in your hands. âHe was yelling at me butâŠhe was aiming at you. I donât really know what came over me, I didnât like that he was going to shoot you so I justâŠI killed himâ you said, recounting the encounter to him as if he hadnât seen it himself. He didnât really know what to think in that moment as you explained how your mind worked, he was proud for sure at your show of improvement with a gun, yet also touched at the same time. No one ever really looked out for him since he started his bounty hunting, he was a well hated man by many but you defended him without really any reason to. Youâd just learned his name not but two weeks ago, and before that he was dragging you around with rope yet you still defended him, had you two really gotten closer in the time thatâs passed since? He wasnât sure, but it was something he could mull over while you were sleeping. âGet some rest vaultie, sunâll be up soonâ he said, knowing you likely wouldnât get much sleep with the adrenaline still coursing through you, but it was at least worth a try, you two had a long day ahead of you.
When you woke up that next morning, things felt a little different between you two. You werenât some annoying little dog following him anymore, you were an equal. He no longer looked at you and treated you like you were lower than him as you both set out across the wastelands, he had respect for you. Hell, he even started talking with you now when you were out traveling which was almost unbelievable. You learned through those conversations that he used to be an actor in Wild West themed films, explaining his outfit, and that he was married before the bombs dropped. You of course told him bits and pieces about yourself in exchange, after all it only felt fair but it was also nice to just finally talk to someone after all this time.
When night time fell again you two sat enjoying a meal by the fire together, only rather than across from each other, he sat next to you, making a blush come to your face as youâd smiled sweetly at him. âGlad to know I donât have germs anymoreâ you said jokingly, making him chuckle. âGive an old man some credit. It ainât exactly all peaches and marmalade out here darlinâ, even cute can be deadlyâ he said, the nickname and him calling you cute sending a deeper blush to your cheeks despite knowing itâs just how he spoke. Whether it was the lack of contact with other people for so long, or just his charm you couldnât quite tell, but it always seemed to have an effect on you. âJust teasinâ you, I get it. Iâd tie me up and use me for bait too if Iâd been doing this as long as you have. Itâs a shit hole out hereâ you said, making him look at you as you dropped the first curse word heâs ever heard from you. âWell Iâll be damned, either Iâm a bad influence or youâre finally growinâ outta that naive shell there, vaultieâ Cooper replied, making you laugh as you saw a smirk stretch to his thin, marred lips, the first one youâd seen in a while that wasnât brought on by drugs, chems or that first sip of a good bottle of alcohol. âProbably bothâ you quipped, making him chuckle. âYeah, probably. Been told I ainât easy to stomachâ he said, making you hum. âYouâre alright in my book, Coopâ you replied with a sweet, genuine smile that matched your tone and was that butterflies you felt in your stomach? Did you just call him Coop? No ones called him that in ages, why did it make his heart start to flutter a bit? âYou ainât so bad yourself, vaultieâ he responded, still affording you that small smile before turning back to his food. âKeep making food this good and I just might have to keep you aroundâ he joked, making you giggle and break the slightly tense silence. âItâs not much but I certainly try. Iâll definitely make sure to stay good at it, I like traveling with youâ you said, unintentionally coming off flirtatious and fuck there it goes again, that feeling in his chest and his stomach like he needed to hit his inhaler but he felt great. What were you doing to him?
âHey, if it isnât too much can I ask you a sort ofâŠpersonal question?â You asked, holding the beat up bowl in your hands as you looked over at him. This was normally the part where he would say no, absolutely not, he wasnât here to be questioned on his personal matters. Yet, with you, it was different. Ever since last night he hasnât been so on edge with you, it was like heâd warmed up to you. âDepends on what youâre askinâ there, sweetheartâ he said, the nickname once again making you blush. âDo youâŠmiss them? Your wife and daughter?â You asked, not sure if it was a good subject or good question to ask but after finding out, you were genuinely curious. He looked down at his bowl again, thinking of the proper response to your question. The old him would have been defensive, told you it was none of your business, but now? He wasnât sure. âAinât a day that goes by that I donât think about âem. About the way I ran out on âem when them bombs droppedâ he answered, making you give him a sad look as genuine guilt filled his tone. This was the most honest and open heâs been with you this whole time. âI feel guilty. Not sure if I feel guilty for runninâ out and leavinâ âem behind or guilty for the way I ran out, been tryinâ tâ figure that out for quite a while now and I still ainât sureâ he added, and you sympathized with that. Everyone has regrets, things theyâve done in the past that they arenât proud of, people up here were no different in that aspect. âWell, in the short time Iâve gotten to know you, Iâve come to understand that everything you do has a valid reason behind it. So even if you feel it was a shitty thing to do, you obviously had a reason for doing so. No one can blame you for trusting your gut, and I donât think you should blame yourself for doing soâ you responded, your hand falling to his as a comforting gesture, your words ringing in his head almost as if youâd opened something in his mind, something heâd never really gave himself to think about before. He looked down at your hand that rested on his, noticing the way you didnât flinch away from him like others did, the way you were brave enough to walk up to him, talk to him, *trust* him when he made it very clear that you shouldnât. It was smaller than his, softer for sure, but warm all the same, then he looked up to see that caring look in your eyes and smile on your face that told him that you cared. âGuess youâre right, still wonder sometimes if it was the right choice to makeâ he replied. âI understand. Everyone has regrets, we all look at the past and hold at least something that weâve done before in regret, itâs what makes us humanâ you said, making him give a huff as a chuckle. âYou got anybody?â He asked, making you look down as you moved your feet along the dirt. âAn ex-husband, but not anyone I really care about, no. My parents passed a few years before the bombings and he and I split up when I caught him cheating on me with some other woman in the vault..â you explained, not sure why it hurt you to tell the tale still, but you felt it was only fair considering what youâd asked of him to share. âSorry tâ hear thatâ Cooper said, making you chuckle weakly, a somber look coming to your face that made his heart wrench. âI havenât exactly been in love since, and considering he and I split up just a little over ten years ago, really says something I guess, huh?â You asked, trying to laugh to bring up the mood, knowing you sounded pathetic. âHe was the fool, not you darlinâ. He was the one skippinâ out on one hell of a womanâ Cooper said, making you look to him and blush a bit as you gave a chuckle at his response.
âThanksâ you replied appreciatively and with a smile before casting your gaze down to see your hands were still connected and it left you blushing harder with embarrassment, youâd been holding his hand this entire time without realizing it. âOh my gosh, Iâm so sorry! I didnât mean to make you uncomfortable if I have I-â ârelax vaultieâ he cut you off, pushing your hand back down onto his to assure you that he was far from uncomfortable. âItâsâŠrather nice actuallyâ he admitted, making you feel relieved but your heart fluttered in your chest from it. A thick tension soon began to set in between you both after that night, something of an unspoken, kindling romance beginning to develop. âThen there it can stayâ you said, making him smile softly at you, tipping his hat at you as a silent thank you.
Months passed on like this, where youâd spend the days scavenging, picking the land for its resources you could find and hunting bounties by day, then spending your nights by a fire growing closer and closer with every passing day. Through your shared meals, jokes, deep conversations, and plenty of near death experiences, you started to notice your fondness of the ghoul you traveled with. The way youâd hang onto his words with that southern accent that seemed to pull at your heart strings, or the way youâd go out of your way to stand between him and a stray bullet. Youâd helped him on more than one occasion in getting out of a sticky spot, or getting him the stuff he needed to keep from turning feral. In return, he started to notice he was feeling the same towards you. There was this sudden need to keep you safe, to do nicer things for you, to speak better towards you, even flirt with you at times. Some nights thereâd be so much tension in the air, itâs a miracle you havenât jumped each other yet. Though in his eyes, as much as his heart yearned for you, he knew you were too good for him. Youâd been hurt before, and he had a reputation for hurting people, feeling undeserving of even just the sweet smiles and company you afford him even now. You didnât need someone like him, you needed a good man, someone who didnât kill for a living, someone who could treat you right, someone who didnât look the way he did. You were soft and warm, he was rough and cold, though he supposed thatâs where the term âopposites attractâ came from. So even when he was a whole bottle deep, he was sure to hold his tongue to a certain point.
Some of those nights around the fire were spent sober, others not so much, and this night happened to be one of those nights spent under the influence. You two had stumbled across a mini-mart, doing your best to out run the radstorm that had been trailing you guys for hours, coming in just to find whatever supplies you could to make it through the next week and possibly hunker down for the night. So imagine your surprise when you seemed to have found the largest chem stache youâd both ever laid eyes on. âCoop! Come here, you gotta see thisâ you said, making him run towards you to make sure you werenât hurt or in trouble. His nerves were eased once he saw you, fully intact. âTell me Iâm not seeing shitâ you said, pointing to all of the supplies sitting in a box on the table, joined by other supplies around it. You both looked at each other in complete and utter disbelief, this would keep you stocked for months, maybe even a whole year if you conserved it well. âWell ainât that just the prettiest fuckinâ sightâ he said. There was no way a horde of chems this large and this valuable was just completely unprotected you reasoned, so you routed around the place, scoping out for any raiders, straggling traders or ferals who happened to still be around. It was as if heaven was shining down on you both as you found no one around, seemed like no one had been here for days. So you did the most logical thing anyone would do in this situation. Stuff each of your bags to the brim of drugs of all varieties! Seeing as you had food, chems and even some clean water and alcohol lying around, Cooper locked and barricaded the door shut, proposing it could be a good spot to sleep for the night. With a radstorm approaching, it was best to have a roof over your heads to keep out the rain and potential radiation sickness that came with it. âThis is the closest fuckinâ thing to a slice of heaven Iâve seen in agesâ he said, aside from you is what played in his mind but he couldnât speak that out loud, no matter how much he wanted to. âYou said it!â you replied, and itâs even better with you here you thought, but thought it best to keep it to yourself. He plopped down on the couch, kicking his feet up to rest on the small table that seemed to be in shambles, enjoying a tape that was playing on the TV that he was surprised to still see functioning. âHoly shit, this thing still works?â You asked, amazed to see working technology out in the wastelands, sitting next to him as you watched it with him. He gave a smirk at your reaction, thinking it was cute the way your eyes would light up when you got all excited over something. Deep down it made him want to give you everything you laid eyes on like that just to see it pointed towards him. âGuess soâ he replied, enjoying your excitement only to see you turn and look his way, which was his signal to stop staring holes into you before he gets caught. âI dunno about you baby doll, but I ainât about to spend tonight sober with this stache sittinâ here ân front of usâ he said, making you laugh as he routed through all the different drugs and chems til he found what he was looking for.
In the process of searching through it all, a small metal box fell to the floor at your feet. It looked like a box of mentats only the design was different, instead of the characteristic green and white box was a red one covered with hearts labeled DN-Chem. You supposed the worst that could happen was turn into the man sitting next to you, which you figured wasnât the worst fate to succumb to all things considered, so you went against all better judgement and said fuck it, popping two of the mentat like chems and chasing it with the vodka heâd found to wait for it to take effect. âThe hell is DN?â He asked, looking at the box, wondering what it was you took. âDonât know, guess weâll find out here soon because I took twoâ you said, taking another sip from the bottle of vodka he passed your way, and he gave a chuckle as you handed it back to him. âYou come a mighty long way, little ladyâ he commented before setting the metal pill box down. He took the bottle from you, taking a swig, then placing one of the small viles into his inhaler before taking a hit of it then lying back, breathing a sigh of relief as it and the alcohol entered his system like the perfect remedy to any ailment. As about a half an hour rolled by, you waited for the high to set in but it never came, instead you were just getting hot, like really hot. There werenât any windows open, and it was night time so you shouldnât be this uncomfortably hot for how it was but you felt like you were on fire. âShit, itâs hot as hell in hereâŠâ you complained, shaking off your jacket that youâd picked off of some raider a few weeks back, making him look to you curiously. âLightweightâ he quipped, making you chuckle. âAccept I donât feel anything, I just feel hotâ you said, making him hum with intrigue before turning back to the TV. âGive it some time, youâre new to all this. âm sure your body is wonderinâ what the hell you just put in itâ he said, and he had a good point, maybe it was just a side effect of not doing them so often compared to his every day use.
As time went on, you began to notice the way your eyes couldnât help but be glued to him, more specifically glued to the way his legs were now spread as he sat back. You wondered to yourself what he looked like beneath all that cowboy get up, what his reaction would be like to see you getting on your knees for him and slotting yourself between his spread legs. You shook your head to try and rid yourself of such inappropriate thoughts, but what you couldnât stop no matter how hard you tried was the feeling of arousal beginning to pool in your panties. Sure he flirted with you every now and again, but you doubt he felt towards you the same way you did for him. To him you were sure you were likely more akin to a pet than a friend, useful and nice to have around, but not anything further. At least so you thought. Youâd rather hoped you were wrong in assuming so, that maybe he saw you the same way you saw him. You bit your lip as you tried bouncing your leg to relieve the ache between your thighs, a light pink dusting your face and neck even up to the tips of your ears, but nothing worked. Even as you closed your eyes, all you could picture was you laid out on the couch beneath him, or bent over it with him behind you, or you riding him on it. âBeen awful quiet. You doinâ alright over there, sweetheart?â Cooper asked you, and the audible whimper you let out from the nickname left you completely embarrassed. You clasped a hand over your mouth, god you were horrified but he gave a grin and a chuckle in response. âIâm so sorry, I donât know whatâs gotten into me all the sudden. I feel soâŠweird?â you said, unsure if that was really the proper word to explain it but it was the only way you could really word it off the top of your head with how much your brain felt as if it was turning to mush. âYa took some chems, itâs gonna feel a bit fuzzyâ he said, trying to assure you that feeling a little funny was normal, but this? This didnât feel normal, not even for a chem high. You tried your best to swallow harshly, doing everything you could to try and relieve the dry ache you felt in your throat at the moment upon looking at him. You grabbed the bottle of vodka, taking a few sips but even that couldnât grant you bliss from it. The throbbing in your core was driving you absolutely insane. You swore up and down that it was like you could feel your heartbeat in your chest, stomach, and in your cunt all at the same time. âNo, this is differentâŠI donât think what I took was a normal chem, CoopâŠâ you said, trying not to panic at the effects that were setting in but god you felt like you were absolutely feral. He turned to look at you, watching as you clamped your thighs together and the red that fell over your face. âI feel like an animal in heatâ you said bluntly, making him go into a near coughing fit as you took him off guard. However that piqued his interest enough to pick up the little metal box again to see what it was you took. âI ainât ever heard of a chem that does that, was that DN shit the only stuff you took?â He asked, growing slightly concerned for you and whether he had a possible horde of laced chems, or just an extremely horny woman on his hands. Speaking of hands, you were lost in thought staring at them, at the way they gripped the couch like you wanted him to grip your thighs, at the way they looked in those leather gloves he always wore. You wondered how it would feel wrapped around your throat, or how it would feel if his fingers were buried deep inside of you. Shit. This was getting out of control.
âHey, ya with me still?â He asked, snapping to try and get your attention back on the matter at hand, making you shake your head yes as you broke from your perverted thoughts. âIs that DN shit the only thing you took?â He asked again, making you shake your head yes once more, because you knew damn well your voice was going to betray you the moment you tried to speak. That had to be it, it was the only thing that was different out of it all and the only thing heâd never heard of before. He knew it wasnât the vodka either because he was drinking it with you, so if it was affecting you, it would have affected him and it hadnât.
It took him a minute to put two and two together before he finally realized the abbreviations stood for Date Night, reading the instructions and effects on the inside of the tinâs lid. âShit..â he said as he read it, realizing this was a hand made thing thrown into the bunch by whoever was running this place. âDid you read the lid before you popped them pills?â He asked, making you go wide eyed. As if this couldnât get any fucking worse, this shit show could have been avoided had you just read the inside of the lid. âThere was instructions?? Oh my godâŠwhat the fuck did I take?â You asked, concerned for yourself and the tone he had while reading it. âSomethinâ that the creator of it called Date Night. Looks like itâs aâŠwell looks like itâs a handmade sex chemâ he said, making you cover your face with your hands out of sheer embarrassment, youâd never wanted to die out in a radstorm more than you did right now. âPlease tell me youâre fucking joking, cooperâŠâ you whined, watching him read it more. âHow much of it did you take?â He asked, almost scared to know and you were scared to know why. âTwo?â You replied, making him whistle at that as he read it. âFuckinâ hell sugar..â he said through a chuckle, and that nickname made a shiver run through you, sending electric bolts straight to your throbbing cunt. You did your best to bite back the whimper. âYouâre only sâpossed take one, and with you beinâ new tâ all this, I wouldnât have taken more than halfâ he said, making you just wish you could just dig a hole and die in it already. âFuck meâŠwait, shit! N-Not literally fuck me I- well I mean Iâd like if you did butâŠFUCK! Forgive me Cooper, Iâm so sorry, I can hardly think straightâ you said, making him chuckle. âWell sweetheart, I think you and I both know thereâs only one good fix for this situationâ he said, making you whimper pathetically at the thought, your thighs squeezing together even more as you tried to fight to stay sane. Your eyes cast downwards to his lap once more, seeing the tent forming in his pants, clearly you werenât the only one all worked up here. âI donât want to make you feel like you have to, Coop. I can run off and take care of myself if it makes you uncomfort-â you rambled but before you could finish, his hand cupped the side of your face, pulling you in for a long awaited kiss. You moaned into it without meaning to, feeling the way your body immediately relaxed upon wrapping your arms around him with no hesitation as the sweet innocent kiss turned passionate and dirty rather quickly.
âI wonât lie tâ you, doinâ this with you has passed my mind more times than Iâd care to admit, but I donât wanna cross that line unless you really want thisâ he said, looking into your eyes and making sure that this was truly what you wanted, that you felt the same way he did. âCoop, I know Iâm under the influence of whatever the fuck this drug is, but trust me when I say, Iâd be just as good with it sober. Been thinking about it for probably just as long as you have, if Iâm honest with you. I want this, I want you and right now I want you so fucking bad that I might lose my mind if you donât fuck meâ you answered bluntly, taking him by surprise at just the sheer amount of absolute filth that left your otherwise innocent mouth, making him chuckle at your use of curse words and how desperate you were for him. âThat so sugar?â He asked with a grin, enjoying teasing you at your neediest moments, including now. âGod yes, Cooper please..â you begged, nearly moaning in reply and heâd spent time mulling over it before, denying himself the chance but just as the chem stache was a pot of gold, he took this as one of the best opportunities being placed in his lap by whatever higher power existed out there, making him waste no time in kissing you once more. âGood, because I donât think Iâd be able to hold myself back once weâve startedâ he said, and the idea made you moan. âDonât want you to hold back, want all of youâ you said, and your wish was his command.
By the time your brain could finally catch up with you again, your clothes were strewn out all around you, your tank top hanging over the back of the couch, your jeans thrown haphazardly on the arm rest behind you, his pants on the floor, his hat on the table and shirt and duster having fallen somewhere behind the couch. By now, youâd already cum on his fingers twice, and on his cock once, this was your fourth round and this shit still had you on fire. âYes!! Oh fuck, Cooper!â you moaned as your legs wrapped around his hips, keeping him as close to you as you could get, your fingers digging crescent shapes and puffy red lines into his back that unfortunately he knew wouldnât stay long thanks to his ability to heal stupidly fast. âDoinâ so good for me, baby doll. Look so pretty like this for me, all splayed out like a needy little whoreâ he praised and degraded through his groans, making you moan and roll your eyes into the back of your head at the praise mixed with degradation as his cock was drilling deep inside you like tonight was all you guys had. âYeah, you like that, huh sweet thing? Like it when I tell you how good it feels and call you names?â He asked, making you nod your head yes because there wasnât a single thought in that brain of yours other than his name, which you spoke like a mantra. âNever knew such a sweet lilâ thing like you would be such a dirty little minx. FuckâŠenough to make a man like me go feral, ya know that?â he said, making you giggle as you moved his free hand up to your throat, urging him to choke you, and he groaned at the sight. Your kiss swollen lips all puffy and shining with spit, your cheeks dusted a constant pink that grew darker anytime his cock brushed that spot deep inside that made you cling to him, your eyes half lidded, looking up at him like he was your savior. It made him absolutely rock hard knowing youâd pick him over anyone else in this god forsaken wasteland. âMy, you are just a little freak, ainât you? Oh we are gonna have fun together, you and me honeyâ he promised, squeezing your throat tight enough to restrict your airflow but not enough to hurt or cause any damage. Just enough to get that puddle of a brain of yours all fuzzy as you got closer to your fourth orgasm of the night. âCooperâŠâm so close, so close please!!â You begged, feeling the heavy drag of his cock as he pounded into you, leaving you damn near screaming as it nudged your cervix and that spongy little bundle of nerves deep inside. âGo on honey, I gotchya. Let go for me, wanna see those pretty faces and hear those pretty noises you makeâ he said, angling his hips just right to hit that spot over and over again. âOh fuck, oh fuck Iâm gonna cum again, I-â you warned before your moans rose in pitch as your walls clamped around him, gushing on his cock as your orgasm hit you like a freight train. Your body arched off the couch, stars filling your vision for a moment as you felt your release gush out and coat your inner thighs, screaming his name like it was your only chance at salvation. âWell ainât I just the damn luckiest man in the wastelands right now, got me a pretty little vaultie and sheâs a gusherâ he said, making you whimper at his teasing but judging by the way he emptied himself inside you for the second time, you took it as a sign that he liked that about you. âHoly shit, I-I didnât know I could do thatâ you said, thoroughly shocked with what your brain and body were doing as they almost seemed to almost be working against each other. âDo it again for meâ he said, grabbing you and moving you both to where you were straddling him this time. His hands rested on your hips, helping guide you as you speared yourself on his dick with ease from how absolutely soaked you were, making you both throw your head back and moan. âNow thatâs a damn good sightâ he said, making you lean in to kiss him once more as his hands helped you start and keep a steady rhythm with your hips. It was definitely going to be a long night, but one you two have been needing for months, maybe even longer.
Itâs a good thing ghouls have remarkable recovery time, because in order to finally get you sated and back to normal, you both had to spend all night going at it. Granted, it was aided by the mix of pent up sexual tension and pent up sexual frustration, but it was dawn before you both had gotten to a point where you could even *try* and fall sleep. First few times was on the couch between missionary, doggy and you riding him, next was you bent over it, with your pretty legs spread and ass in the air for him. Then, you used the arm rest of the couch as a pillow beneath your hips as he stood up while you laid out on the couch. He liked that one a lot for the way your tits would bounce with each and every forceful thrust into you, jolting your body. After that, it was done standing up with your back pressed against a wall, your legs and arms wrapped around him to keep him deep inside of you and fill you til he had nothing left to give you. From that point on, the rest of the night was all a hormone-hazed blur, but you knew well that he took care of you. You woke up unbelievably sore, your joints aching in places that you had no idea could even ache, a swollen, angry throb between your legs for the harsh, almost punishing treatment to your pussy followed by bruises, bite marks, scratch marks, hand prints etc. littered your skin as you woke up curled into Cooperâs side. You gave a gravelly groan as the sun shone in your eyes through the windows, making him chuckle at the way you were such a ray of sunshine except in the morning. Coming to learn that you absolutely *hated* mornings. Though you suppose you started to enjoy them more since traveling with him. âMorninâ sunshineâ he said coyly, making you groan disapprovingly at the way the sun was in your eyes, making you hold your hand up to cast a shadow on your face and grant you some relief. âMorningâ you answered, your voice hoarse and half gone from sleep and all your activities that transpired the previous night. âAinât that a pretty sightâ he said, turning and seeing you curled up to him, naked, your hair all messy from sleep and the hickeys and bite marks littering your skin, making you chuckle. âLast night was definitely something, canât believe youâve been holding all *that* out on meâ you joked, making him give a dry laugh. âCould say the same thing about you, sugar. Had no idea that mind a yours could be so filthy. Youâre a wild thing to party with, lilâ ladyâ he teased, sliding his arm around you to keep you close, making you hum as you lay soft, appreciative kisses to his collarbone and chest. âYouâre fun too, and thank you for taking care of me last night. Iâm sorry that it ended up happening the way that it did, I wanted to work up the courage and tell you some other way, I really did, but I guess life had other plansâ you said making him chuckle as he saw you blush when he kissed your head. âDrunk words are sober thoughts they say, so Iâd say I made out pretty good. But donât sweat it, not sure how I deserved someone as good as you, but itâs good to know I ainât as hard to stomach as most people sayâ he said, pulling you in for a soft, heartfelt kiss. âI think you are just perfect, Cooperâ you said, your hand resting on his scarred chest as you looked at him with that gaze he swore heâd do anything to see pointed his way.
âYou really wanna be my girl?â He asked softly, sounding shocked and with some self doubt still lacing his tone, but he had to be sure this was what you wanted outside of the drugâs effects. He cared for you deeply, in a way that he hasnât felt in a very long time, but maybe you were just the right person for him to finally open his heart up to. His question made you giggle as your heart fluttered in your chest with excitement. âI absolutely do, I meant it when I said it last night, I mean it just as much now. I think weâve danced around it for long enough, donât you?â you replied, making him smile the most genuinely happy smile youâve seen him wear since youâd met. âJust checkinââ he said, before laying a sweet kiss to your lips, wishing every morning could be like this one. Maybe it could, now that you were here with him.
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Russian Roulette
Summary: Simon Riley takes notice that the reader has a specific way of reloading her gun, which results in him being paranoid to the point he misreads the situation.
Simon Ghost Riley x Reader
Warnings: violence, angst, cursing, torture, hurt/no comfort.
Words: 2.3K
This was a prompt from Character.AI by user @/kstzii and I had to make this account to post because it really hit the angst spot for me. Hopefully, it does the same for you.
The echo from your sniper rifle was stifled by its silencer as you scored another bullseye. You felt someone's gaze burn into the back of your head. But once you turned, you couldn't see anyone. Must've been my imagination. You reassured yourself as you went back to attempt another shot. No bullets. You quickly reload and reposition yourself to fire off another round.
âWhat the hell was that?â Your lieutenant's voice called out. You swiftly turned to him. âReload again.â
âWhat?â You were caught off guard, the slight hint of a Russian accent slipping out. Shit. You instantly clear your throat to switch back to your usual British accent.
âAre you deaf? I said reload again!â He repeats, his voice booming.
You rearange yourself from your position lying on your stomach, onto your knees, the head of your riffle touching the dirt beneath you. You look at him through slightly narrowed eyes. âNow, why would I reload when I just switched to a perfectly good mag?â
His jaw clenched. You noticied how he was trying to hold himself back. He did this often. You were sharp with your tongue and tended to use it on him often. In more ways than one. Though this time, he didnât quite seem like he was enjoying it.
âYou know exactly what I mean. That was a Russian reload,â he crossed his arms over his chest, the veins in his arms were prominent. It brought you backâŠÂ No. This was serious.
You laughed it off, seeming unbothered. You were cool. Calm. Collected. Everyone knew you werenât one to be thrown off your game easily. But this certainley was doing just that. You werenât about to let him see that though.
With a scoff, you turn your back to him to get a better hold of your gun. âI reckon you havenât slept, Lieutenant. Could be playing tricks on your sight.â
âI know exactly what I saw,â his tone was cold, but with his clenched fists you knew this was a ticking time bomb. âDo. It. Again.â He ordered in a firm tone. It left no room for any arguments.
Youâre stagnant only slightly. There was uneasiness in your stomach at what this could mean. You knew Simon, and you knew Ghost. This was the latter, but you werenât going to let this play out the way he wanted it to.
âAnd if not?â You challenge as you turned towards him, eyes sincere as you looked deep into his conflicted ones. âThis gonna end in friendly fire?â
In long strides he stepped forward, coming to a halt right in front of you. He pulled you up by your elbow, but you never lost your grip on your weapon. With him being 6â4, you had to crane your neck to look him in the eye. His towering frame was imposing, making you feel small.
He leaned closer, just like he had so many times before. His body only a few inches from yours, but instead of it having the burning effect it usually did, now you were just feeling uncomfortable with the interaction. He was doing this on purpose. He was trying to intimidate you.
âWhat do you have to lose?â He countered, his voice low, a rumble to his chest.
You took it as a challenge.
With a clenched jaw, you took a step back from him as he severed his grip on your skin. You rid of the magazine wedged within your sniper and your eyes never leave his as you do so. Taking another mag from your tactical gear, you shift to do a simple tactical reload.
He watched you intently, his eyes glued to your every move. You didnât break a single swet. And even though it seemed like something inherently intimate, you knew it was everything but. Once you finished and kept your straight face on him, he stepped towards you again.
He looked pissed as his eyes flickered to the mag that you just placed into your gun.
âThatâŠâ he stated through gritted teeth, gripping your chin with force between his thumb and his forefinger. You were forced to look at him head on. ââŠisnât a British reload. Now tell me, who are you really?â
âIâm a simple sniper, sir,â you reply without skipping so much as a beat. âI was chosen for this task because of my outstanding sniper skills.â
Silence ensued.
Then you continued. âBut you knew that already. You read my file,â you hissed back at him. âAnd youâve trained with me for months, been in my bed, so what exactly are we implying here, Lieutenant?â
He kept his grip on your chin, his fingers digging into your skin. You noticed how he continued to get frustrated that nothing was out in the open like he previously thought it was. He expected you to be defiant, not secretive. A piece was missing and he was paranoid. Something wasnât right.
Suddently, youâre smashed against the closest tree and your rifle was hitting the ground. You wince as a gruff pained noise falls from your lips once the air is knocked out of you. His vast hand squeezed your neck. Not enough to cut your air supply. Yet. But enough for it to be uncomfortable to breath. There was a sense of betrayal in his eyes and you knew he had assumed the worst.
âYouâre a lying Russian spy,â he murmured into your ear with such force you thought youâd faint.
You struggled against him. âI am not Russian, nor am I a spy,â you rasp out as best you can, but you feel him crushing your windpipe. You wouldnât lie to yourself. You feel hurt. He was one of the closest people you had since joining the 141 task force. Which made you angry. Thatâs when hurt vacated to make room for the feeling of deception. âBut I will not explain myself to you when I have a job to do.â
You attempted to push him off but he was stronger and bulkier than you, making it almost impossible. You understood there that there would be no reasoning with him. Sleep deprivation and high stress levels were obvious indicators of this. You both had been on the field for days, and he had been the one doing most of the lookouts in order for you to get a bit of shuteye. You wonât be a good shot with heavy lids, sweetheart. He once said to you.
âWhat were you sent to do, huh?â He asked, his voice had lost its edge and now he just sounded distant. âSpy? Assassinate me?â
âParanoid motherfucker,â you hissed, holding onto his forearm to steady yourself against his grip. âScrew you.â
His eyes narrowed, his grip loosening only slightly. âYou sound surprised. You canât honestly tell me that you expected me to not investigate the mysterious sniper with a Russian reload and accent?â
âAnd Iâm almost certain you couldnât find a Goddamn thing about anything and thatâs why you got me cornered,â you stated as a matter of fact. âIâm not whoever the hell you think I am, and this paranoia is serving to have this mission go south if you donât let me get to my gun.â
He laughed this time. Honestly, laughed.
You scrunched up your nose. Fuck you, Ghost.
âYou donât think I have dirt on you, sweetheart? I have files on you, more than you can count. I know you, better than you think,â he paused for a second. âI know your weaknesses, likes, dislikes. Everything.â
You laugh bitterly. âI donât doubt that. Hey, I even had a hand in the shit you know because I trusted you. That still doesnât mean you know jack shit about what happened in Russia. Youâre so inclined? Ask Price!â
âI asked Price!â His hand gave your neck a quick squeeze and you saw how his body trembled. âHe didnât know a damn thing. Said your file was locked and he was denied access. Now why the hell would that be, huh?â
You snorted. âHe said that to protect me. I had the whole record wiped. None of this concerns you, Lieutenant. We all went through shit, and you think youâre the only one thatâs allowed to be a ghost? Fuck you!â
His eyes narrowed at your words. âWhy would he protect you if you have nothing to hide? That makes no sense and you know it.â
âBecause my trauma is my trauma! And you have no business budding into it!âÂ
âAnd if itâs something that could jeopardize the entire task force?â He muttered, his patience wearing thin. âIf it could get everyone killed?â
âYouâre an idiot if you think Price would let me anywhere near this damn task force if he considered me a risk,â your voice was cool, but your heart was thumping in your chest. You attempting one last shove that surprisingly caused him to let go. You wheezed when the pressure was off your trachea and you coughed to catch your breath.Â
He watched you silently.
Once you composed yourself, you looked back at him as you held your neck. âI thought we were fucking friends, Ghost.â
âFriends?!â He spat exasperatedly. âYou really think I would consider you my friend when I know youâre lying? You think I make friends with people I donât trust?â His eyes were cold, his tone cruel and bitter. âTell me why I shouldnât put a bullet between your eyes for the simple deceit.â
Aside from the pain emitting from your neck, there was a hollow ache in your chest that was capturing your attention as well. You would relive the trauma if that would mean getting the job done. But when it came to Simon Riley, he was as good as dead to you.
âI was held hostage by Russian forces for 18 months.â
His stance faltered at that. You donât think you had ever seen him lose his footing like he had in that instance. And his eyesâŠÂ Christ, he had never changed his expression so fast. What the hell was that? Pity? He could go screw himself.
You continued. âAnything you can think of in torture, triple that. What kept me alive for so long was the fact they wanted to use me. The only way I got out of the constant abuse was the training. So excuse me if I picked up on a thing or two. Even the Godawful accent that creeps into the British one,â you cleared your throat. âIâm not your enemy, Ghost. But youâre right. Iâm not your damn friend either.â
As you explained your past, his eyes never left yours as he listened carefully. He expected many things, but he hadnât taken into consideration you being a literal prisoner to Russian forces. For once in his life, he was speechless. The thought that you had lived through a year and a half of torture at the hands of the Russians was something he could barely imagine.
His gaze had softened, but he hardened again when something wasnât clicking for him. âDoesnât explain why your file is locked.â
You snorted humorlessly. âEver heard of Priceâs little sister?â
His eyes widened at the mention of her. The captain was hush hush about the matter, but it was a well known fact he had family within the military. And that she was KIA some time ago. âWhat about her?â
âYouâre looking at her.â
Those were the last words he expected to come out of your mouth. Shock and surprise flashed behind his mask as he finally realized what this meant.
âYouâreâŠâ He paused, trying to process the bomb that just exploded in his face. âYouâre Priceâs sister?â
âIn the flesh,â you replied with the same cold tone he had been using earlier with you. âYouâre not the only one trying to be ghost. Youâve just never been questioned by the task force on it like you just did to me.âÂ
What could he say to that?
âI took a bullet for you, Lieutenant,â you reminded him. âWhat fucking spy does that for the opposite team?â
His jaw clenched and you saw how his mask flexed due to it. His eyes showed how he replayed that memory in his head. It was something he thought about constantly. You had saved him, and he hadnât seen it coming. He had been so focused on you being a spy that he hadnât stopped to consider that you were actually on his side.
âI never should have questioned you,â he admitted, his voice quiet as he met your gaze again.
Your hand shot up to stop him from saying anything else on the matter. âItâs done. Weâre done here.â
He watched as you walked away to pick up your gun, his mind racing with thoughts but they were too fast for his tongue. He knew he had messed up. He had completely misjudged the situation with the accusations thrown at you when in reality your connection to the task force was stronger than even his.
The irony in the situation wasnât lost on him, but he didnât find it funny.
âWait,â He sighed, taking strides to catch up to you.
âThis is unprofessional, Lieutenant,â you stated, dusting off your weapon as you checked for any malfunctions. âWeâre in the middle of an active operation. Iâm done talking.â
He exhaled a frustrated sigh as you dismissed his attempt at talking to you. He knew you were right, that the mission was what mattered now. But he couldnât help the feeling that he needed to apologize. It was clawing at his chest, the emotion raw in his throat, asking to be let out in word vomit.
âYou canât honestly expect us to just ignore what happened and continue on like normal?â
Silence followed.
You didnât even look at him.
âGo back to being Ghost, because Simon Riley is fucking dead to me.â
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