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moonlit-han · 5 years ago

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120 with jisung uwu

I know I’d like a sweet Jisung to take care of me while I’m sick. Sorry this took longer to get to you~ Enjoy, lil anon!

120. ‘He’s pampering me, let him be.”

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As you blearily opened your eyes, you registered one thing and one thing only: you felt horrible. You’d spent a little too much time out in the cold a couple days ago, and now you were paying for it. You were congested and could feel a tickle in your throat, a sure sign of a cough coming on. Groaning, you forced yourself to get up and drink some water.

“You better go straight back to bed, hon,” your apartment-mate said as you emerged from your room, hair tousled and eyes still gummy with sleep.

“Ahhh, I know, I know, but I need water,” you croaked, sniffling a little. “Ugh, I feel like a withered prune.”

“Listen, usually I’d stay here with you today but I have to go back into the office to finish a project. Make sure to get lots of rest and don’t do too much. You know I’ll know if you do, goofball.”

“It’s okay, I’ll manage. Yes, moooom,” you said, resigned to your slightly snotty existence.

The cool water soothed your throat but all you wanted to do was stay in bed. After sending a quick text to your boyfriend, you sank back onto the mattress and slept without dreaming. After what could have been minutes or hours, you woke at the sound of your bedroom door opening. A moment later, soft lips caressed your forehead.

“Hey, baby,” Jisung whispered, brushing a strand of hair from your forehead. “Aw, you look awful!”

“Jisung!” You reached your arms up to your boyfriend, drawing him down into the bed beside you. Giving him a key to your apartment really had been your best idea yet. “Cuddle meeee,” you whined, trying to look cute.

Jisung giggled, tightly wrapping his arms around you before saying, “How about I get you some food before we settle down for the day? Maybe you can take a shower, too?”

You pouted, wanting to cuddle more, but had to agree—some food and a shower did sound good. So, Jisung pulled you out of bed, carried you to the bathroom, and deposited you on the counter before turning on the water. “Can you undress and wash yourself or are you such a helpless little kitten today that you want me to do that, too?” Jisung asked, smirking and running his fingers through your hair.

“No, I can do it,” you said, playfully smacking Jisung’s arm as he left you to shower. You luxuriated in the hot water pouring over your body, soothing your aches and opening your sinuses. By the time you’d scrubbed, rinsed, and changed into clean leggings and a sweatshirt, Jisung had reheated the rice he’d brought over and even cooked some chicken with garlic. The smell was heavenly. He’d also made miso, which always made you feel better when you were sick.

Seeing you enter the kitchen, Jisung smiled. Your cheeks were flushed from the heat of the shower and your sweatshirt—one of his old ones—nearly swallowed you. “Feeling better, lovebug?” he asked.

“A bit—Ji, you didn’t have to make all this for me! It’s just a cold,” you said as you noticed the different dishes your boyfriend had prepared.

“Of course I had to—what good would I be if I didn’t come take care of you at the drop of a hat?”

You snaked your arms around Jisung’s neck and laid your head on his chest, sighing. “Truuuue, you really are the best, Jisung. You know that, right?” you murmured.

“Mhmm, thanks, baby. I try,” Jisung said and kissed the top of your head before extricating himself from your embrace. “Let’s go back to your bedroom and eat.” Somehow, he managed to pile all the dishes into one large tray, then carefully made his way to your room.

You snuffled a little as you climbed back into bed, propping yourself up on your many pillows. After pulling up a show on your computer, Jisung joined you on the bed, drawing you to his side and handing you a bowl of rice and chicken.

“Just curl back up, sweetie. This’ll make you feel better for sure,” Jisung said proudly. His cooking was always delicious, and the warmth soothed you.

Reaching over to start the show the two of you’d started watching the week before, Jisung noticed you hadn’t started eating yet. He took a spoon full of food and spiraled it in the air to bring it to your mouth, pretending it was a little airplane. “Open up, babe!” You laughed at your boyfriend’s antics, accepting the food, and snuggled closer as the show started. It was good to be held when you felt somewhat icky. After a couple episodes and certainly because of the yummy food, you drifted off to sleep. You’d been dozing for barely thirty minutes when your apartment-mate got home.

“Y/N!” she called. “Why is this kitchen a mess? Oh, Jisung’s here, isn’t he . . .. You said you’d take it easy today!”

“Hush! I am!! He’s pampering me, let him be,” you tried to yell back.

“Fine—Jisung, you better clean this up,” she warned before heading to her room.

Jisung just rolled his eyes and pulled you closer. You threw an arm and a leg over your boyfriend to cling to him as closely as you could, burrowing your nose into his neck. Jisung held you to his chest, rubbing circles into your back as he whispered sweetly of how much he loved you. The slight hum of his voice radiating through his chest, combined with warmth of his body, soon lulled you back into the pink world between sleeping and waking. It was the best feeling in the world, knowing you were safe and healing in Jisung’s arms. At some point, he’d gathered extra blankets around the two of you for maximum snuggliness, weight, and warmth. Making a nest of blankets was always what cuddles with Jisung turned into because, after all, who’d ever want to exist outside the blankets when you could just cuddle and be cozy all day?

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my-arlington-academia · 5 years ago

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The main 10 cheering up a crying Scholar (Y/N) part 3

Here goes the last part finally... Here we have the last 2 boys: Tegan and Tyler! Like I said they had to be cut because tumblr was all like "YoUr PoSt Is ToO LoNg!" Thanks tumblr. As always.

Tegan

- you were feeling like shit lately and you just really needed to confide in someone so before you even noticed where your legs were taking you, you were already standing in front of Tegan's room

- it was really late at night so both of you were in your pyjamas already, though in Tegan's case he was most likely still playing video games

- "Is Tyler here?"

- "Oh uh. No, he's not here... yet."

- Going by Tegan's guilty face Tyler probably snuck out... again.

- Tegan is rambling a lot, he's probably really stressed out because he wasn't expecting you out of all people to come this late

- "A-anyway, when he comes back I'll tell him that you were looking for him so..."

- "Wait, no! I wanted to talk with you, I was just asking to know if we're alone. The both of us. Can I come in?"

- you see a faint smile on his face, is it relief? He's probably happy that you were looking for him instead of someone else

- when you come in you can see that he was in fact, playing a game

- "Oh, sorry. I'm probably a bother."

- "What?? No!"

- He shuts the TV off and makes some space on the couch so you can sit

- "I should be the one apologizing, it's such a mess here. If Karolina saw the state of our room she would kill both me and Tyler."

- his familiar quirkiness is making you feel at ease, but when you remember what you came here for it gets harder to speak

- Tegan attentively looks at you while you're trying to find your words

- turns out that no matter how you try to start, you can't go on. Everytime your throat gets tight and your mind goes blank

- "Y/N...? T-take your time, there's no rush... I'll wait. I can even pull an all-nighter while waiting, no big deal!"

- he's trying really hard to sound reassuring but knowing that he's literally ready to NOT get any sleep tonight just to listen to what you have to say makes the pressure even stronger

- You start crying and cover your face out of embarrassement

- Tegan.exe has stopped working

- "Woah! Uhhh... Y-Y/N?? I'm sorry! Is it me?? Is it because of the other day when I laughed so hard that I spilled cola on your uniform?! Is the stain not coming out? Please don't cry I'll buy you a new one!"

- This boi is a wreck

- It's like he's on an emotional roller-coaster without knowing what the ride is about

- "Noooo... it's not your fault... thank you for being there for meeee..."

- "O-okay! Good to know! But what can I do to help?"

- You keep on sniffling and bawling

- "Ummm... could I get a hug?"

- "Yes! Anything!"

- squeezes you in his arms tightly... maybe too tightly. Where's all of this strength in PE?

- You already knew that he was tall but now you can really tell that he's a tree

- once you stop crying it gets a little awkward

- Well, to be fair it's always a bit awkward with Tegan, but in a good way

- "Um. So. I was playing Mycraft, wanna play?"

- You end up sitting on his lap while he creates a new world in the game just for you

- "Here. Even if you never played Mycraft you probably heard things about it right?"

- "Yeah, they got an update recently right? With the bees and stuff."

- You guys spend a few hours building things turn by turn while taming different animals in game, like dogs, horses, parrots and whatnot

- in the end you explain the situation pretty calmly

- You can see Tegan tighten his grip on the controller whenever you get to the parts of the story that are unpleasant

- he doesn't say it but he's clearly angry about all the things that happened to you

- overall the evening/night is well spent building houses and getting jumpscared by creepers

- next morning you wake up on the couch and see that Tegan is sleeping in his bed while Tyler is trying his hardest to not make any sounds while walking in the room, which is impossible because of the mess

- "Ah Y/N, you're up! Haha so you had a good time with Tegan when I was gone huh? You bad children. Sooo scandalous, I'll go snitch to Lady A."

- You sit up on the couch in a hurry

- "W-what do you mean?"

- Tyler has got the most mischievous grin that you've ever seen

- "Get this: when I came back yesterday at 4am, you were sleeping in Tegan's arms while he was still playing Mycraft. He said that he didn't want to move around because you'll wake up, but honestly? It was probably because he was planning on sleeping with you on the couch if I didn't get ba-"

- A pillow flew towards Tyler's head from behind him

- looks like Tegan woke up

- "S-shut up! I-I wasn't... I mean... Ugghh! It's like when a cat falls asleep on your lap! You wouldn't want to wake it up, right? That's all it was."

- "Can't relate. I think you're spending too much time with your online furry friends."

- "I don't even *have* furry friends."

- "Yeah. Well, maybe because *you're* the furry friend."

- they have a short pillow fight while you're still trying to remember everything that happened yesterday, well, technically it was today but whatever

- You leave their room in a good mood while Tegan is already planning on hacking a few phones...

Tyler

- Noticed it the moment you didn't greet anyone in the morning

- Usually you start the day by saying hi to everyone but that day you went past them as swiftly as you could and made your way to your seat

- Tyler, of course didn't want to bring any attention to you since that's what you were trying to avoid in the first place

- he did his best to sneak out of his group of friends and came to your desk

- "Hey Y/N! Not feeling good today? Want to talk about it?"

- "...Not now, sorry."

- Great! He'll spend the whole day wondering what's wrong

- can't concentrate in class or in anything really, not even his art

- You always come to mind whenever he tries to do anything

- so he's being really adorable with you the whole day, and the following days

- Helps you carry your belongings, even if they're super light

- also carries your food tray at the cafeteria

- "You need more water? Wait! Wait, I'll get it."

- he even pulls out the best weapon against sadness

- wholesome memes.

- he sends them constantly when classes are over

- You end up calling him over because you can see how worried he is, and also because you trust him and need to talk to someone instead of staying alone all the time

- you can see that he read your message but he's not answering. Weird.

- a few seconds later someone is knocking at your door

- "Y/N!!! I'm here! What do you need??"

- You open the door and see that Tyler is out of breath and wearing a panda beauty mask, it's honestly kinda hilarious to see

- "Please don't laugh... I was just doing my skincare routine."

- "No I understand but... haha, you look like you got beat up from both sides. Doesn't really look like a panda."

- you guys sit down and have a casual talk

- Tyler manages to make you laugh a few times with some stories from before you came to Arlington, though it was mostly about him and Tegan screwing around

- then Tyler looks at the time

- "Oh! It's time to take it off! Observe the magic of my "beat up from both sides" mask!"

- His face is literally glowing, he looks like he has baby skin

- that's when you decide that it's time to tell him about your troubles

- When he had the mask on you didn't feel like the conversation could get serious because of how ridiculous it looked

- You start speaking really softly, so softly that Tyler most likely couldn't hear you properly so he got closer

- When your voice starts to break he puts his arm around your shoulders and rests his head on yours

- and when you start crying he takes one of your hands into his

- he's carefully rubbing your hand with his thumb while you continue speaking

- When you're done and you've calmed down he kisses you on your forehead and hugs you

- he didn't say anything while you were telling him about your problems but his way of comforting you was surprisingly really physical

- Tyler already knows that it's a personal matter and he can't help you directly but he's gonna do his best to be there when you need it and distract you from it

- When you guys call it a night and he goes back to his room you realize just how romantic that moment was

- You have second hand embarrassement while remembering how gentle and caring he was while you were literally bawling

- You keep on silently screeching and making weird sounds into your pillow while recalling everything

- You cringe so hard at some of the things you said and the way you cried was honestly worth of an actress in a drama

- 'Oh wow. Maybe Tyler's dad will hire me just to cry on screen in one of his movies...'

- a few days later when you feel a lot better Tyler admits something to you

- "Please, don't take it in a weird way but... I thought that you're really cute when you're crying."

- Um...?

- "Dude. Tyler. Do you even realize what you're saying?"

- "I know! I'm sorry! But I swear I don't mean it in a like- you know, creepy way or anything! I swear!"

- "How can this not be creepy?"

- "Uhh... Nevermind. Forget I said anything..."

- the both of you keep on having a good time while Tyler is secretly plotting a little revenge

#sweet elite #se #main 10 #as promised here it is #it just took me like 4 months but no worries #y'all don't realize how hard it is to come up with completely different scenarios for 10 characters #to be fair though I always make everything too long #longer than it needs to be #and cringe warning like always!#just in case

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kwanisms · 6 years ago

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CROSSING THE THRESHOLD - Part 4

Difference threshold is defined as the minimum noticeable difference that a person can detect at least fifty percent of the time.

⤑ genre: smut, angst, some fluff, Best friend!Jihoon, Neighbor!Jeonghan ⤑ pairing: Jihoon x reader, Jeonghan x reader ⤑ warning: sexual content, eavesdropping, masturbation ⤑ summary: You and Jihoon reconnect for old times sake, putting Jeonghan in an uncomfortable position. ⤑ word count: 4.6k

⤑ 01 | 02 | 03 | {04} | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09

You sat at your kitchen counter the next day, laptop open expense accounts from various departments scattered on the countertop, your head resting against the cool marble. You had been going over these accounts trying to finish this report that was due Monday but you couldn't clear your head enough to focus. The familiar ping of your phone caught your attention and you unlocked the screen to see who dared to disturb your quiet morning. It was Jihoon of course.

Hoonie [11:27]: (Y/N)~ come over. I'm bored You [11:31]: What about Soonyoung? Hoonie [11:35]: he's out with Gyu. Come seee meeee You [11:37]: idk Ji, I got a lot of work You [11:44]: Ji? You [11:50]: Jihoon? You [11:59]: Lee Jihoon. Answer me now. Hoonie [12:00]: uwu pleeaase~? You [12:06]: …. I'm on my way

You stepped out into the cold weather and tucked your scarf further around your neck as you walked towards the end of the street. The walk to Jihoon’s apartment was hell because of the cold but you couldn't bring yourself to turn back. You continued your way through the bustling city as you made your way to his place. Stopped at a crosswalk a couple of blocks away, you pulled out your phone to check your messages.

Hoonie [12:26]: where are you? You [12:28]: I’m literally right down the street. Be there in a sec Hoonie [12:31]: okay uwu You [12:32]: uwu

You put your phone back in your pocket as the crosswalk signal changes and you start across the street. You keep your brisk pace until you notice some familiar silver hair up ahead of you, following a white cloud on a leash. You kick up your pace as you try to catch up. You were right behind Jeonghan now as you both reach the door to the building.

He held it open, not realizing it was you behind him. “thanks,” you say breathlessly, alerting him to your presence. “Oh, hello!” he says in a rather cheerful voice as you approach the elevator. “How are you?” he asks turning to you. “Cold,” you answer truthfully. Jeonghan chuckles and looks down to his dog. Today he's wearing dark slacks, a rather thick black wool coat buttoned all the way up and a wide brimmed hat. How did he always look so fucking good??

The elevator doors pinged as they opened and the two of you stepped on. “You spend a lot of time over here,” Jeonghan was the first to break the silence. “You might as well move in.” he chuckled. You shook your head. “I don't fancy sleeping on the couch,” you joked. He looked down at you. “Well, what about the third bedroom?” he asked and you looked up at him, confusion written all over your face. “There isn't a third bedroom,” you said plainly and Jeonghan gave you a smile, one that clearly said ‘I know more than you,’ before he answered.

“Oh, but there is. That apartment is a mirror of our apartment.” The elevator doors opened with a ding and you stepped out. “I'll see you around, (Y/N),” Jeonghan said walking down the hall to his apartment and letting himself in. You approached Jihoon's door and rang the bell. The door was thrown open and Jihoon dragged you inside by the arm. “Finally!” he exclaimed. He led you to the couch and you plopped down.

“Where's the fire, chief?” you asked jokingly. Jihoon sat down next to you and shifted, lying down so his head was in your lap. “Just let me lay like this for a minute,” he groaned, grabbing your hand and placing it on his head signaling you to play with his hair and you are happy to oblige. Running your fingers through his locks, neither one of you said much. It was moments like this that you cherished most with Jihoon.

You didn't need words, you were comfortable being silent as long as you were in each other's company. You don't know when but at some point your eyes had shut and you were dozing off because Jihoon's soft voice broke the silence and your eyes fluttered open. “(Y/N),” he said barely above a whisper. You hummed in response.

“Do you ever miss me?” he asked, his eyes shut as you continued to stroke his hair. You didn't say anything at first but you knew what he was talking about. Deciding to play coy, you finally responded. “Miss you? I see you all the time Ji,” you chuckled. Jihoon's eyes opened and found yours. “You know what I mean,” and he was right. You did. Even though you don't say anything right away, he reached up, fingertips lightly brushing against your cheek.

He didn't say anything but there was a questioning look in his eyes. You did slightly miss the relationship you had once shared. It had been a while since your last relationship and the last time you were intimate with someone. “Sometimes,” you finally admitted softly. Jihoon sat up, turning to face you. He pulled you onto his lap. You tried pulling away but his hands held your sides firmly. “We shouldn't,” you whispered, his face inches from yours. “Why not? It's not like either of us is tied to someone.” His lips ghosted over yours to press a sweet kiss to your cheek.

“What about Squishy?” you asked, a soft sigh slipping past your lips at the sensation of his soft lips trailing across your cheek toward the corner of your mouth. “Hoshi? What about him?” Jihoon asked, his hands sliding down your sides and stopped at your hips. “What if he walks in on us?”

You were finding it harder to focus on speaking. “He won't,” Jihoon smiled, his lips pressing soft, wet kisses along your jaw. You let out a tiny whimper when his lips met the sensitive skin of your neck. “Jihoon,” you warned as his hands skimmed the hem of your shirt. “(Y/N), please. Let me make you feel good. For old times sake,” Jihoon whispered, his breath sending shivers down your spine.

You involuntarily tilted your head to the side, giving him more access. “I promise I'll make you feel amazing,” he whispered again. You sighed, nodding your head giving him permission and he pulled you in for a kiss, your lips meeting for the first time in years. Your arms wrapped around Jihoon's neck, pulling yourself impossibly closer to him, chests pressing together. His hands slid down to your thighs, squeezing once before sliding back up, one stopping at the small of your back, the other cupping the back of your neck, deepening the kiss.

Jihoon was a very caring and generous lover you realized after your first sexual partner after him. He was devoted to making his partner feel amazing. Body worship, praise, sweet words of encouragement, cute nicknames were his forte. He never called you degrading names, hit you unless you asked him to but even then he was still reluctant to.

Jihoon never rushed anything in his life, including sex. He took his time, touching you in all the right places, making you come undone over and over until you were begging for him to be inside you. “Time is patience, love,” he would whisper in your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine. This time was no different, with you sitting on his lap, hands in his hair, his hands kneading your ass, lips locked on each other.

Jihoon bucked up into your core, a moan escaping his lips only to be caught by yours. The two of you had gotten off like this, grinding against one another, in the past when the thrill of being caught by your parents was present. Now however, you were two adults instead of two horny teenagers. “Ah, fuck,” Jihoon cursed softly when you rocked your hips against his, grinding down on him.

“I need you,” he whispered, hands travelling up underneath your shirt, his fingers skimming your soft flesh leaving goosebumps in their wake. You grinded against him particularly hard and he let out a loud moan, resting his head against the back of the couch. Your lips moved down, leaving light kisses along his jaw, down the side of his neck, nipping at the sensitive skin.

“This needs to come off,” you said pulling back, your fingers playing with the hem of his sweater. He immediately ripped the offending article of clothing off, discarding it lazily. “This too,” you pulled at the white tee shirt he always wore under all his shirts. He discarded that too and is left shirtless under you.

“Anything else, princess?” he had meant for it to sound sarcastic but it came out breathless. Your lips were back on his neck, trailing wet, soft kisses lazily along the skin before sinking your teeth into his shoulder. He let out a small yelp, bucking his hips up into you. You sucked light bruises into his shoulder where you knew no one would see them.

His hand cupped your breast over your bralette and you pressed into his touch, sighing. You pulled away long enough to rid yourself of your own top, leaving you in just a lacy bralette. Jihoon's hand dipped under the thin material and you gasped at the contact of his warm hand against your pert nipple. “Stop teasing me, baby,” he panted gently rolling the sensitive bud between his thumb and forefinger. You whimpered, grinding your clothed heat against his hard on the thin material feeling amazing against your clit. He moaned again, and withdrew his hand.

“I can't wait any longer, I need you,” he said cupping your face. “Please,” he added. You smiled. “Patience,” you told him as you lifted off him, getting to your feet. Jihoon whined at the loss of your warm skin. You maintained eye contact as you slid your panties down from under your skirt, letting them fall to the floor before getting on your knees between Jihoon's legs.

“Fuck, (Y/N), you can give me head some other time, right now, I need to be inside you,” he said pulling you up on top of him with one hand, undoing his pants with the other. He pulled himself out of his pants, lips attacking yours. You straddled his lap, positioning yourself over the head of his cock.

“Wait,” he said against your lips, hands holding your hips in place. “What?” you hissed, pressing short kisses repeatedly to his lips. “Condom. They're in my night stand.” You groaned loudly and shook your head. “No time, I need you right now. I trust you,” you said, eyes finding his. In them you saw something new. You and Jihoon had never had sex without a condom before. You watched as he pondered the situation before coming to the conclusion that he needed you.

Jihoon guided your hips until the tip of his member was slowly sliding between your lips. Your mouth parting slightly as a satisfied sigh leaving your lungs as you slowly sunk down onto him, the stretch of him better than you remembered. “Oh my God,” you whimpered when Jihoon was fully inside you.

“Fuck, stay still,” Jihoon said, holding your hips in place. It had been a while. While you tried not to come just from the feeling of Jihoon, bare, inside you, he tried not to come at the sensation of your walls gripping him tightly. After a few moments, Jihoon guided you, rolling you against him and he groaned, his head falling back against the couch again. “Goddamn it,” he moaned.

“Jihoon,” you said in a shaky breath. “Ride me,” he said in a husky voice and you did. It didn’t take long until Jihoon was pressing his thumb against your clit to help you get off faster and before you orgasm he pulled out of you, prolonging his own climax to focus solely on you. “Jihoon, please,” you whined, his thumb fast at work on your clit. “I know,” he smiled. “I'm close,” you breathed.

“Come for me, baby,” Jihoon said watching your face. Your hips stutter, thighs clenching, a moan falling out of your mouth as you orgasmed at his words. Jihoon helped you ride out your high until you shuddered from overstimulation. “Come here,” Jihoon said before lifting you off the couch and carrying you to his bedroom. “I’m not done with you, yet,” he murmured, setting you on the bed.

He stripped himself off his remaining clothing before turning his attention to you. He unzipped your skirt and slid it down your thighs. You sat up to allow him to undo your bralette, tossing it to the side. His lips attached to your neck and Jihoon guided you to lie back on the bed. He focused on one spot in particular, softly kissing, sucking, and biting on the sensitive skin at the base of your neck. You jerked your hips up, your soaked heat rubbing against Jihoon's still painfully erect cock. He groaned into your neck, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine.

Jihoon reacted quickly, slipping inside you and in one swift thrust, buried himself completely inside your clenching walls once again. The two of you lie there for a moment before he began to move, snapping his hips against yours sharply setting a rhythm only he knew. He pulled out slowly and snapped back in deeply.

A soft cry ripped from your throat as he hit a sensitive spot. “Ji, please-" he cut you off with a kiss as he continued to thrust into you. “I know,” is all he said. His hips slow giving you a few shallow thrusts before pulling out completely. He turned you over on your stomach and climbed over your thighs, positioning himself at your entrance once again.

He glided into you easily and continued with deep slow thrusts. You could barely take it, you just wanted your release. “Ji, faster,” you pleaded and he chuckled, the sound low but he obliged, pumping into you a little faster. One hand on your hip, the other slid up your back to grab a fistful of your hair at the base of your neck and tugged. You moaned as your head was pulled back. Jihoon paused, his hand on your hip sliding under your stomach and pulling you up onto your hands and knees.

He resumed his motions, thrusting into you, deeper than before. A series of moans, intermingled with his name cascaded from your lips as he brought you both closer to climax. Jihoon reached around to rub circles quickly into your clit, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. He pulled out once again as you climaxed, your tired body falling to the bed as your arms gave out, unable to support you anymore. “Jihoon,” you softly whimpered. He turned you over on your back one last time before guiding himself inside you again and began his final assault on your core.

You cried out as Jihoon increased speed and depth until you were a panting, moaning mess under him. He buried his face in your neck, his hips snapping into yours. “Fuck, .....I’m close, (Y/N),” he moaned and you arch into him. “Don't hold back. Let it go,” you moaned, running your fingers through his hair. His thrusts become sloppier as he chased his own release.

“Where do you want me to come?” he asked, but instead of answering him, you wrapped your legs around his hips pushing him further into you, your own hips bucking up to meet his. The sound of skin hitting skin is interrupted by your shrill cry and Jihoon's intense moan as the coil winding up finally snapped and he released into you.

He rode out his orgasm until his hips falter and he came to a halt, cock still buried nside you. You pushed his bangs back off his forehead, smiling up at him. He returned the smile, dipping down to kiss you. “Told you I'd make you feel good,” he pantef and you let out a shaky laugh. “That was incredible, Jihoon. Thank you,” you said in between breaths.

“For you, anything.” Jihoon pressed a kiss to your temple and pulled out, his release mixed with yours spilling out of you. “I'm gonna have to wash these sheets,” he mumbled, heading into his bathroom. He returned with a wet washcloth and proceeded to clean you, wiping away any cum that spilled out of you. He smiled at you, thanking you again.

Jeonghan sighed, settling against his headboard a, book in hand, ready to get lost in the murder mystery. He began reading taking in all the words, allowing his mind to create vivid scenes as if he were watching a movie. One of the things he prided himself on was his vivid imagination. The minutes ticked by as he read, seemingly lost in his own world until he heard it. A whine. At first he assumed it was Mi Cha who wanted up on the bed but Mi Cha was in her own bed. He heard it again only it came from behind the wall behind him. He marked his place in his book and listened. Another sound only this time, a moan.

He recognized that voice. He knew he did. Who was that? Why was it so familiar? That's when he heard his neighbor's voice, muffled, “fuck, (Y/N),” and Jeonghan froze. You and Jihoon… were you fucking? No, no, no he told himself. You were just friends. Both of you had said so. There's no way you two were on the other side of this wall having sex. He didn't want to think about it. He tried to shut out the sound of his neighbor groaning. He didn't need that image in his head until he heard a female moan. Your moan. He heard how you sound and Jeonghan knew he was screwed. His mind ran wild, images of you lying on your back completely bare for him. Stop this. You can't imagine her like that.

He tried to force the lewd images from his head, willing his brain to clear but he heard another one of your moans and he tried to contain a groan that was forcing its way up his throat, his erection growing, straining against the material of his sweatpants. “Ji, faster,” he heard you whine and Jeonghan closed his eyes, finally giving in and allowing his mind to wander.

He wasn't proud of himself, but he was unbelievably turned on and he slipped his hand under his pants, inside his boxers, fingers wrapping around his length. He hissed at the contact. He allowed his senses to drown in your mewls as he stroked himself, imagining it was you instead of his hand. As your moans grew in volume and intensity, his rhythm changed to match, pumping himself faster.

Catching the drop of pre-cum at the tip of his member, he spread that down his shaft and focused his attention to the head of his cock. His hips involuntarily began to buck up as he stroked himself faster, timing his rhythm with the sound of skin on skin that now traveled through the walls.

“I'm gonna-" Jeonghan heard Jihoon say and Jeonghan’s breathing stuttered. He was close, too. “Don't hold back, let it go,” your voice said with a moan. He bucked a couple times more before biting back a moan and coming in his pants and all over his hand. He cursed softly when you cried out, Jihoon’s moan mixing with your voice as you both came. Jeonghan scoffed at the situation.

He felt extremely dirty and so invasive. He got up to rid himself of his soiled clothes and decided to hop in the shower to rinse off, vowing he would never speak of this to anyone. After all, he had just pleasured himself to the sound of his next door neighbor fucking you, the girl he had been fantasizing about since he met you the day Jihoon and Soonyoung moved in. He didn't know how he was going to face either of you now that he knew what you both sounded like in bed. Hopefully, with time, this would all just go away. Hopefully.

Your eyes fluttered open, taking a moment to register your surroundings until you became aware of the body behind yours, an arm wrapped around your waist. You turned slightly finding a sleeping Jihoon lying behind you, his hair tousled with sleep and no doubt from your previous escapades.

You watched him, your eyes trailing over him taking in his peaceful expression. At times you did miss being involved romantically with him but the strain the relationship put on you was just too much. His lips parted as a light snore passed through them from his throat. You couldn't help but smile as he continued sleeping before he closed his mouth and cleared his throat.

Jihoon's eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the low light filtering into his room before his eyes found yours and his face broke into a bright smile. You returned it as he rolled on his back and you rested your head on his chest and smiled, your eyes squinting az he yawned. “How are you feeling?” he asked, wrapping one arm around your shoulders, the other playing the fingers on your hand that was resting on his chest. “Fine. A little sore but,” you started, watching his hand toy with yours. “Otherwise fine.” You smiled up at him, Jihoon mirroring your expression.

“So uh, I was thinking before we fell asleep,” Jihoon said, nervousness on the edge of his voice. You looked back at your intertwined hands. “Yeah?” you asked softly. “About what?” You didn't meet his gaze. “Us,” he whispered and your heart sank. Oh no, not this. Not now. You mentally screamed at yourself to stop him but you couldn't bring yourself to speak.

“I miss you. I miss us. I know we both decided it was in our best interest to end things what with our different schedules in college but things are different now.” His words fell out of his mouth and landed on you, crushing you and rendering you incapable of thinking of anything other than how to let him down softly without ruining your friendship.

This, sleeping together, was going too far, even if you already knew each other's bodies, best friends didn't fuck each other. They weren't supposed to. When you didn't respond, Jihoon continued. “What do you think?” he asked and you had no choice but to look up at him. His curious eyes searched your stoic ones.

You panicked, trying to find the right words. “You know I love you Ji, but we ended things for a reason. There was too much strain on us and it was destroying our friendship. I love you and I don't wanna lose you, but I don't think it's a good idea.”

Jihoon nodded slowly, a smile finally forming. “No, you're right,” he cleared his throat. You smiled back but you couldn't stop your stomach from twisting with guilt. Jihoon had been nothing but great to you but you just didn't want to lose his friendship. That was more important to you.

You stood at the stove, Jihoon by your side slicing vegetables while you cooked the meat. The two of you, showered, your clothes in the wash and you wearing an old shirt of Jihoon's along with some sweats. Neither of you said anything but you couldn’t stop smiling. The front door unlocked and Soonyoung stumbled in, followed by Mingyu.

The two of them were laughing fiercely. You glanced over as the two looked up and saw you. Soonyoung's demeanor changed instantly when his eyes landed on you. “Hey, (Y/N),” he said breathlessly like he always did. You gave him a sweet smile as he and Mingyu wandered over to see what you and Jihoon were making. “isn’t that Ji's shirt?” Mingyu asked and you looked up.

Soonyoung, who had been admiring your face, glanced down at the shirt you wore along with the sweats. “Hey, those are his sweats, too!” he adds. Jihoon didn't look up. Mingyu, smirking, looked between the two of you. “so… best friends huh?” he asked his tone amused. You looked up at him. “Yes, we are best friends. I spilled soda on my clothes so they’re in the wash and I’m wearing these until they’re clean.” The smirk on Mingyu's face dropped. “oh, sorry.” He said and you shook your head.

“We already tried, Gyu.” Jihoon said, still not looking up. He finished slicing the veggies and handed you the plate before turning to the sink to clean up. You added more oil to the pan, pushing the meat to the side and added the veggies in, stirring them around. Jihoon wiped his hands clean and opened the cabinets. “Where are the wine glasses?” he asked looking at you. “Third cabinet from the fridge, second shelf.”

He moved to open that cabinet. “Thanks,” he said and pulled down three glasses and reaches for a fourth. “Are you staying, Gyu?” he asked his tall friend. “Oh, uh… uh sure,” he said and removed his coat, draping it over the back of a chair. Jihoon pulled a fourth glass down and closed the cabinet. He moved to grab a bottle of red wine.

“That smells really good, (Y/N),” Soonyoung said, standing up and leaning over to see what you were making. “Thank you,” you reply smiling and stirring the meat and veggies around the pan. “I think it's done,” Jihoon says pouring wine into the four glasses. He hands them off to Mingyu and Soonyoung and then handed one to you. You accepted it, bringing the glass to your lips and inhaling. You loved the smell of a sweet red wine.

Taking a sip, you smiled, enjoying the way the wine taste. After serving up the food, you took a seat between Jihoon and Soonyoung at the kitchen island. You asked Soonyoung and Mingyu what they got up to that day. They told you about the adventure at Mingyu's university while everyone was leaving for winter break. You all laughed, sharing jokes and stories.

You moved to collect the plates but Soonyoung jumped up and took them from you instead. “You cooked, you enjoy the rest of the wine while Gyu and I clean up. You smile and pat him on the shoulder softly. “Thank you, Squishy.” You turned to join Jihoon on the couch while he flipped through the channels to find something to watch. Soonyoung and Gyu goofed off at the sink, flicking water at each other. You curled into Jihoon's side and a deep satisfied sigh left your lips before you took another sip.

Jihoon's eyes fell on you and he watched you until you turned to look at him. “Good day?” he smirked and you nodded, smiling knowingly. Neither of you said anything while the television played in the background. Mingyu called goodnight to you all and left. “Did you two do anything today?” Soonyoung asked and you inwardly smirked, knowing Jihoon was doing the same. “No, we just hung out,” Jihoon said, his eyes on the television. Soonyoung sat on your left side, settling into the couch as you all focused your attention on the show.

a/n: whoooooo. This had a lot of errors originally and was essentially a massive wall of text, but I fixed it! What did y'all think of that Jihoon smut? Eh? *nudge nudge* We aren't even half way through this story. As always, leave feedback as it is always appreciated! Thank you for reading and I hope you like it! ~K♡

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chosospersonalkitten · 6 years ago

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Ten Mermaid AU Part 2

First of all, sorry I don’t update often hnnnnngg don’t hate meeee! Second of all, sorry if there’s typos, ya girl doesn’t spell check because lowkey I’m lazy and it’s midnight oops

Two boxes. You had two boxes full of souvenirs that you have been collecting for Ten and his friends that had quickly became your friends as well.

You smile to yourself, in less that four days you’ll be on vacation and that meant seeing him again. You felt a little bit bad. You’ve been gone for months, almost an entire year. A part of you hoped that Ten was as loyal as he said merfolk are.

There was a knock at your door.

“I thought you said you were going on vacation? This looks like you’re planning to move!” Your friend, y/f/n, laughs.

“I met some people during my last vacation and I promised to bring them anything I thought they’d like.” You lie, thankfully y/f/n buys it.

She helps you load the boxes into your car.

“The rest of us are going to the lake tomorrow, you should come with! We all haven’t hung out together since high school.” You almost agree, you want nothing more than to go the lake with your friends and make the best out of the horrible heatwave that’s taken over your town. But Ten’s words practically haunt your mind, if he was joking, then what in the actual fudge, but what if he was telling the truth. His ex- a naiad, a.k.a a freshwater mermaid- would she drag you under water and have all the creepy and scary things in the lake eat your body beyond recognition and the police could identify your body through your teeth? Maybe.

“Um... I might have to take-” Y/f/n interrupts you.

“Please don’t say rain check! You don’t even have to get in the water, just come with! There’s going to be food and booze and ice cream!” Ok, she may or may not have gotten you when she said food.

“Ok, I’ll come. But I’m not getting in the water.” She nods and hugs you tightly.

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Apparently your friend found a loophole in your “I’m not getting in the water.” A fucking boat. She rented a boat without your knowing.

“Technically you’re not in the water, you’re on it.” She shrugs as she drags you onto the floating metal bowl of death.

You did your best to stay away from the edge.

“Y/n...” You turn to look at y/f/n, but she wasn’t talking to you, in fact she wasn’t even looking at you.

“Y/n...” You hear the voice again followed by a small giggle and splash.

You peer over the edge of the boat, you couldn’t see anything but your reflection and the blinding reflection of the sun in the water.

Just breathe, don’t overthink things, Y/n... You tell yourself.

You jerk backwards and fall on your butt when something smacks against the boat. Y/f/n looks over to you as the rest of your friends look on from the shore to make sure no one was playing a trick on you guys.

“Are you guys alright?” One friend shouts from the shore.

Both you and your friend wave to them, indicating that you’re fine.

“Y/n, are you okay?” Y/f/n asks as she steps, cautiously, over to you.

You nod your head, she holds out her hand to you. Almost every ounce of your being was telling you not to take her hand, that something wasn’t right anymore. You shook off the feeling, you just saw her earlier and you didn’t have this feeling.

You take her hand, but she doesn’t let go. You were take aback when tears began to well up in her eyes.

“Hey, are you okay?” You attempt to comfort her, but her grasp on your hand doesn’t allow you to move.

“Don’t make me do it.” She cries, softly.

“Don’t make you do what, y/f/n? What’s wrong?” Tears pour from her eyes like tiny waterfalls, her eyes dart to the water then back to you. Then it hits you. “Y/f/n, let go of my hand, please.”

“I can’t.”

“What do you mean you can’t? Dammit, y/f/n! Let. Go. Of. My. Hand.” She shakes her hand.

“I literally can’t, y/n! I want to but I can’t! She won’t let me!”

The boat begins to rock, giggles fill the air.

“I’m so sorry, y/n.” The boat tips over just enough where you and your friend fall in.

Y/f/n reaches out for you, desperately trying to shake off the possession she’s under.

You felt a hand wrap around your ankle and pull you further down into the water.

The last thing you see is y/f/n trying to swim to you before she’s swarmed by three creatures.

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“Wake uppppp. Come on, silly human! Wake up!” You jolt awake.

“Marina, she’s awake!” You roll over to your side, letting yourself throw up all the water that was trapped in your body.

You were in a small cave, assuming that was underwater with only one way out. From where you were at, the opening looked like a small pool. Untouched gemstones littered one area while the rest was painted with the water’s reflection. You lay there, slightly confused, how was light reaching this area? Unless you weren’t underwater at all.

You felt something pull your hair.

“Ow!” You yelp, you send a glare towards whoever pulled your hair.

Her hair was dark with hints of blues in it. Compared to Ten, her scales were much smoother, but her colors were duller. Her tail looked marbled with reds and brown. Two colors you never thought would look so nice together.

She eyes you before shrugging to herself.

“I can see why Ten is very protective of you.” Your heart races at the mention of Ten.

“A-are you his ex?” You jump back when she begins to laugh and shake her head.

“Oh god no! Even though, we’re from different waters, he’s like a brother to me!” She props herself out of the water and sits near you. “If I was Aqua, you’d be dead by now.”

You gulp.

She smacks your arm in a friendly manner.

“Hey, don’t worry! We won’t let her touch you. I’m sorry if we scared you.”

“Can I ask why you did all that?”

She nods her head before slipping back into the water. Another naiad appears next to her. You could tell that she was admiring you just as much as you were admiring them.

“Not many of us knew what you looked and smelled like. I was able to pick it up off of Ten, and then then your friend came to the water to rent a boat, by the way we’ll erase her memories of us. I feel bad for using her and ruining your guys’ reunion or whatever you were doing.”

“It’s okay.”

“But anyway, I had to make sure that everyone in my pod knew your scent. It’s way more easier than protecting every person with the name y/n.” She laughs.

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Since that day at the lake two days ago, you still kept your distance from the water even though Marina had said everything was okay. She claimed that Aqua wouldn’t go near her pod alone, but you were still nervous.

Y/f/n walks you to your car, you felt bad that her memories had been wiped but knowing your friend, she would be freaking at the thought that mermaid and other supernatural creatures were real.

“Call me when you arrive, I still don’t understand why you can’t take a plane there.” She sighs.

“Road trips are fun.” You hug her before getting into your car.

You plug in your phone and like the universe was blessing this trip, your favorite song immediately begins to play. You smile to yourself and wave goodbye to y/f/n.

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To say that you were nervous was a complete understatement. It’s been months since you last saw Ten, what if he didn’t like you anymore, or he met someone else that lived closer than you did... Too many thoughts swirled your head as you and some of Ten’s human friends headed towards his cove.

“Stop overthinking, y/n! We told you he’s literally been thinking and whining about you since you left, don’t worry!” Johnny tells you.

You give him a small smile, he isn’t super pleased but he takes it.

“Also thank you for the gifts.” He smiles, a real smile makes its way onto your face.

“No problem.”

You let them go first, Haechan wanted to show off the gifts you brought for them. You rub the silver bracelet between your fingers. Jade is usually found in salt water, maybe he’s sick of jade? Maybe you should’ve gotten a different type of gem? You were so caught up in your thoughts, you didn’t see Jaehyun walking up to you.

“Y/n? He’s waiting for you.” He squeezes your shoulder.

You hold the bracelet to you chest, your heart was pounding so harshly against your ribcage you were scared that your heart would burst out of it.

His head was the only thing sticking out of the water, you knew he was hydrating himself. He loved to sit out of the water around you. You couldn’t see properly, but he kept looking down at his hands. Did he have something for you or something to tell you?

“Hi, Ten.” You say, softly.

Ten’s head snaps up and turns to look at you. An instant smile appears on his face making your heart race faster, if that were even possible.

“Hi, y/n.” You make your way towards him and sit down on the edge, sticking your legs into the water. He pulls himself out of the water and sits next to you before pulling you into a bone crushing hug. “I’ve missed you so much.”

He presses a quick kiss to your temple making you blush.

“I like what you’ve done with your hair.” He says as he plays with your hair.

“Thank you, I thought I needed a small change.” He laughs, you give him a questioning look.

“You changed your whole hair color, how is that a small change!” He laughs harder.

You played with the bracelet again. Ten hadn’t changed much, he looked a little tanner but you had been gone for the entire summer, so maybe he tanned? Which was weird he lived the water, then he’d constantly be tan? You shake your head to shake the thought out of your head.

Ten tells you everything, about how he and his friends were sad after you left, but also how his tail color slightly changed colors as well. He did his research, merfolks tail only change color if feelings are true, after his small confession, Ten blushes intensely.

But he also talks about the fun times he had as well, how he met two new mermen, Winwin and Chenle. Sadly, they had lost their pod to merfolk-eating giant squid, but that they were happy to find Ten.

A small splash caught your attention, a bright green head of hair barely peaks out of the water.

“That’s Chenle, he’s never really seen humans up close until meeting me.” He whispers to you. “Come on, Chen! Y/n is nice, she won’t hurt you.

Chenle cautiously swims over to you two. He smiles, shyly, at you while hiding behind Ten’s tail.

“Chenle has the cutest dolphin laugh.”

“Dude!” Chenle splashes Ten, making the both of you laugh.

“Where’s Winwin?” Ten asks, you couldn’t help but admire how well he was taking care of his new pod mates.

“He’s hanging out with Jaehyun. Jisung is making fun of my hair again.” He pouts.

“Well, your hair is awesome. You know Jisung is only teasing because he wishes he could be as awesome as you.” Ten ruffles Chenle’s hair before he leaves you both alone.

You begin to tell him what you have been doing since you left. How work was stressing you but it was something you had to do. How Marina had scared the crap out of you. Ten laughs at that part, but says that he was thankful that her pod could protect you. After a few moments of silence, you could tell that he wanted to tell you something.

“I found a sea witch, she said that she could make me human.”

Your heart sank. Of course, you loved Ten with everything in you, but him becoming human would be messy and not easy like the Little Mermaid makes out to be. He would have to prove where and when he was born, that he was an actual person and not someone in hiding. And what if he turned back into a merman in the middle of a public place? Humans aren’t exactly friendly.

“Ten... I don’t think that would be a good thing...” The smile on his face fades.

“What do you mean?” You could hear the hurt in his voice.

“It’s complicated. You would have deal with people constantly asking where you’re from, why you don’t have a birth certificate, stuff like that.” He looks away from you.

“That’s what Taeyong and Doyoung said... I’ve heard of people not having any of those and still get along just fine!” Ten started to get angry, he slid back into the water.

“It’s different, things here are different.”

“So you don’t want me to be human? You just want to live out a fantasy? Oh look at me, I’m y/n and my boyfriend’s a merman!” You threw the bracelet in the water, you were fuming.

“How dare you!? Ten, I like you for you regardless over the fact that you’re a merman! I would love to go on dates with you on the beach, take you to my favorite places on land! Let you taste every food that people have created! But it’s complicated, babe! What if that sea witch is scamming you? What if you being human isn’t permanent? What if you turn back into a merman in public?” You felt the tears welling in your eyes.

“Y/n..”

“No, let me finish! Not every human is as kind as me and your friends, Ten! There would be consequences, you could be taken by the government, experimented on or worse! I love you, Ten. I don’t want anything bad to happen to you.” You blink away the tears before you realize what you just admitted. “I have to go.”

You stood up at quickly walk away, completely ignoring Ten’s yells.

Taeyong looks at you, he notices your tears.

“Y/n, are you okay?” You nod your head and quickly wipe away your tears. “You’re lying, please tell us what’s wrong.”

You glance behind you, in the direction where you left Ten.

“I told him I love him. He wants to be human, Taeyong! As amazing as that sounds, it’s--”

“Terrifying.” He finishes for you. “Johnny, can you tell Ten, that y/n is okay and that she’ll come back tomorrow to talk to him.”

You wanted to protest, but you knew that both of you needed some time away from each other. Ten had to think if becoming human was something he really wanted to do and you needed to process that you just put your feelings way out in the open.

It’s been months since the last time you were together, was this actual love you were feeling? Maybe it was too soon to admit it, and even if Ten loved you back, how would this work? You couldn’t exactly move here, you just got promoted at work, it would be pointless to quit...

But... You don’t regret your feelings, you don’t regret meeting Ten. You just wish that things weren’t so complicated.

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Hesitation was laced in each step you took, you look down at your feet. Each step taking you closer to him.

Ten sat on the edge, patiently waiting for you.

“Y/n, I’m sorry. I just thought that being human would make things I don’t know easier? For the both of us, and even with my friends... I care deeply about all of you guys and I thought I was weighing you guys down by having you guys come to me-- Ugh, that’s fucking dumb...”

You take in his words, they made sense, but you and his friends agreed that Ten didn’t have to change for you guys.

“Hey.” You say, softly.

Your voice slightly startles him.

“You didn’t hear that, right?” He panics.

“Hmm.. not unless you wanted me to.” You slightly tease as you sit next to him.

He shakes his head. “Alrighty then I heard nothing.” You give him a small smile, which he returns.

“You know you don’t have to change for us? We honestly don’t mind coming to visit you, Ten. I love coming on vacation over here and seeing you, even if it’s for a short time. One day, hopefully, I can move here, but it’s going to take time. Plus if you become human, who will look out for Winwin and Chenle?” You take his hands into yours.

Realization hits Ten.

“I wasn’t thinking about how me changing would affect them...”

“As cheesy as it sounds, they need you, Ten.” He nods his head.

He understood what you were saying. He couldn’t be selfish when he had two other beings relying on him. Granted Winwin was an adult, but both him and Chenle are too mischievous for their own good.

“And I do love you, but like I said I love you for you.” You lean your head against his shoulder.

“Tail and all?” He jokes.

You laugh and nod your head.

“Tail and all.” You look up at him, only moving little bit back to allow him to kiss you.

His lips moved almost perfectly against yours, the sea salt took you off guard for only a moment. Ten, blindly, lifts you on his lap, it was the first time that you’ve straddled him.

You break the kiss and rest your head between where his neck and shoulder meet and sigh contently.

“I love you, too, y/n. Feet and all.”

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neverlcnd · 6 years ago

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hikari

send me the name of a character and I will tell you:

sexuality headcanon: ig she and jaeseok have to fight for the Biggest Homosexual title because boyyyy does she loves girls. she loves girls so so so much she’s so thankful everyday that she wakes up in a world full of beautiful girls

otp: her and the girl of her dreams, living proof of god’s existance, ayane

brotp: her and kai!!!!!!!! bestest friends!!!! also her fellow gays sunwon and junseok and michaeng. also cause she has two different verses i have to mention her ny friends bc they mean a lot to her too

notp: her and straight people i won’t lie

first headcanon that pops into my head: you know how she didn’t really need that job at the flower shop? she just took it to help her friend out half time, and cause she could use a bit more money to spend on pink glittery stuff and all, but now she really likes it because a. she gets to make pretty stuff to make other people happy and b. she can bring a flower to her gf who’s! accross! the! street! every! day! like she can see her every day and she can kiss her so much, she can see ayane doing her thing and doing what she loves and tell her how beautiful she is whenever she wants? she’s living her best life really this is what she deserves so she’s never dropping that job

one way in which I relate to this character: pink!!!! pink’s the best color!!!!! cute stationary shit!!!! that’s where it’s at!!!!!!!!

thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character: hikari can you learn how to speak in front of a hot girl??? can you not turn so red you look sunburnt???? at least if that’s gonna be your approach stop saying you’re a confident gay on twitter you dumb bitch. like i know you’ve been making playlists about her face and her whole aura for like a month and i know you have a pinterest board dedicated to her and want to make ten million films staring her and listen i know your friends are tired from you texting them all the time “she just cmae ouf of the shop and she loodke like a movie’s baddstgirl and i am so in lve plesse help meeee im gonna go gtr a tattoi rn jus t so i can see hherrr!!!” like WE BEEN KNEW you can’t control yourself but p l e a se stop being so embarrasing i don’t know how you managed to get her to like you back 8: cinnamon roll or problematic fave? the biggest, sweetest cinnamon roll

#i love my princess my favorite my girlie thanks for sending me this #sato hikari.#ayane & hikari.#berensaats

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tiaraofsapphires · 7 years ago

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Of Choices and Miracle-Chapter 9

Guess who’s back back back! It’s meeee! Man, we are getting close-ish to the end

Read here on Ao3!

Cassian’s dreams were hazy and unfocused at some points, vivid and sharp at others.

No more pain, at least for now. Thank the Force for small blessings. Or maybe he wasn’t capable of sensing it anymore. He had seen it happen before: a perfectly-placed hit robbing a man of all feeling. It was seen as a mercy when the man died days later. Cassian had agreed at the time, but now he wasn’t so sure.

He did feel cold, weightless. Like he was underwater. But not drowning. He had no experience with drowning, but he assumed his body would've been in more of a state of panic if he was drowning.

Slowly, barely, his eyes opened.

A blindingly bright expanse met him, shadows moving just outside of his field of vision.

No, too bright.

Was he dead? Injured?

His eyes shut again.

…

He dreamt of the Citadel. The memory was too new, shiny like freshly-spilt blood. He dreamt of climbing just below Jyn and he could see the record, the all-important record, clipped to her belt. She was going to be a hero and all he had to do was follow. Cassian had accepted that he was probably follow this woman to the very end.

His limbs were leadened, each movement delayed, every second she climbed higher and higher and he couldn’t keep up.

“I’ll be right behind you,” he had said, right before she jumped onto the records tower.

He wasn’t keeping his promise very well.

Then, a door hissed open and blasterfire screamed through the space, three figures in the shadows.

Cassian was too slow, couldn't get to his blaster in time, a cry of warning drying up on his mouth, unsaid.

A red bolt struck Jyn and she fell, absolutely silent. She plummeted past him, her hair streaming over her face, hiding her from him.

He couldn’t move, couldn’t scream. He only watched and heard her hit the platform so far below them with a jarring thump.

The records tower evaporated to smoke beneath his hands.

…

Something wet was dripping on his face. He heard a soft sniffle.

He couldn’t move or open his eyes. No pain, just numbness.

A soft pressure on his forehead, something whispered, wordless like a breeze.

A hallucination, nothing more.

Unfeeling darkness swallowed him up.

…

The next he knew he was huddled in a forest.

He was lucky, then.

It was the middle of the summer months on Fest when his village was destroyed by the Empire. If it had been the winter and he had fled to the forest, he surely would have frozen to death before dawn.

Cassian had found a large divot in a tree, remembered how it was a good hide-and-seek spot, a game played by children who now burned in their homes. Just big enough for him to hide in. He pulled some brush over the hole for camouflage and curled into as small a ball as possible.

It was cold, still. His pajamas weren’t meant for being slept in outside. His mother would’ve wrapped him up in layers and a coat before even thinking of sending him outside.

His mother.

Grief clutched at his throat, but he was silent.

He wished he was dead, that he didn’t make it out of his burning house and just died with his parents. But the instinctual part of him wanted to live.

He waited in the cold until the sun rose, unmoving for fear of discovery, until the rays of light blinded him.

…

Cassian awoke to pain and movement.

Head on his chest, feet dragging along, nerves on fire.

Unaware, not moving under his own control.

He couldn’t speak to tell whoever was holding him to let go.

He was grateful when a pain like electricity wrapped around his chest and knocked him unconscious.

…

“Lay low, cut the fuel line, don’t get caught.”

Cassian was given that directive. Pretty easy instructions, simple enough for a child to understand.

He was eight, at least that’s what the Alliance told him. He was old enough to be useful, not just another mouth to be fed.

He snuck into the Imperial facility, blade tucked in his shirtsleeve, small and unnoticed.

His vibroblade cut through the tube, spilling fuel over his hands. It smelled foul, almost enough to choke him.

Cassian stayed quiet, reeking, as he left the way he came.

Later, a spark would light the fuel and explode, killing over a dozen Imperials. He didn’t see that report until years later. The Alliance let children kill, but didn’t tell them they were killers until they could understand.

After that success, more of the same followed: death after death of people he didn’t know but knew were bad. A poison pill here, a planted bomb there. Jobs for a child who could go unnoticed.

Each mission could’ve been his last.

Any moment, he would become a body in too small a coffin, if he was ever given a funeral.

…

He dreamt of the ground coming up in a wave of rock and sand and light.

Jedha, but different, still familiar. It was something that was and wasn’t, an unfulfilled prophecy.

Dying alone, burning to cinders.

…

The first sensation he felt was the stiff tightness around the trunk of his body, a hollow kind of pain. He still could breathe. That was obvious. Each push and pull of air into his lungs met some resistance but not enough to start an instinctive panic.

The next sensation, the next coherent thought, was that whatever he was lying on felt too coarse on his skin.

His eyes cracked open, muted light flooding in.

An unfamiliar room. Everything was still fuzzy and out of focus, but he knew this wasn’t his quarters or the med-bay on Yavin 4.

It was a dream, likely. Maybe a hallucination. Maybe he was dead.

A light touch startled him into focus.

Jyn was seated next to him, the mattress dipped under her weight. A patchwork of light and shadow, real and not real.

Her fingers lightly combed through his hair, pulling wayward strands away from his face. Damp hair. Why was his hair wet?

It felt real. He wanted it to be real. But it was a hallucination. Something he wanted but couldn’t have.

Cassian shifted a little, the movement taking much more effort than he predicted. A tiny grunt escaped his mouth.

Jyn’s hand left his hair almost instantly and Cassian almost wept at the loss.

Her mouth moved. He was staring at her lips and that was the only way he would’ve known she was talking to him. His name, maybe.

He wanted to say something, but couldn’t.

Cassian lifted his hand, somehow finding the strength to move.

Up, up, pointing at the woman at his side, ignoring the pain that stretched ribbon-like over his chest.

Jyn blinked, stiffened, the moment the tip of his finger touched her nose, just shy of missing. Skin-on-skin felt real, as real as the pain. He couldn’t be sure.

Hallucination or not, it meant they were both existing in the same sphere at the same time.

That could be enough.

…

Cassian woke up for good to a different room and a different bed with softer sheets.

And less pain, more coherence. More things to be grateful for.

He lifted his head as best he could and glanced around, feeling delightfully alive, for his eyes to find a brunette rummaging through a pack on the ground.

“Jyn?” Cassian rasped.

She jerked like someone jabbed her with an electric poker, her eyes turning to his eyes immediately.

Something undefined, great and terrible, seemed to drift across her face, but it was gone before Cassian could think to try to identify it.

“Welcome back to the land of the living,” she said.

It should’ve been playful. Friendly, yet dry, banter between two comrades in a war. But it sounded too strained, too frayed, on her lips. They sounded exhausted and relieved in equal measures.

Instead of acknowledging the banta in the room, Cassian grunted, looking down at himself to make sure all of his limbs were still attached.

Then he looked around the rest of the room. It was small, one bed, a table and two chairs, what Cassian could only assume was the door to the ‘fresher.

“I don’t remember the drapes being that ugly.”

Jyn glanced at the green-grey drapes covering the windows and grinned.

“Uh, yeah. We were holed up in one motel for three days, then I moved us here. Management here’s a bit more of the ‘I see nothing if you pay’-type, but have terrible taste in décor.”

Cassian’s brain took a moment to understand what she was saying. “You moved me yourself?”

Jyn shrugged. “You’re not light, Cassian, but I managed.”

There was a half-eaten plate of food on the table and Cassian quickly realized he was starving. But barely had the energy to talk, much less eat.

“How long have I been out?” he asked.

It was something he should find out before he inevitably fell into a drug-induced fog.

Jyn’s expression shuttered almost instantly, a bright light suddenly snuffed out. Guilt, sorrow, exhaustion, all muddied into one.

“Jyn?” Cassian asked. He was unable to keep the note of concern from his voice, making it crack.

She seemed to shake herself. “Bacta tank, two days. You’ve been in and out five days after that.”

A week. That was definitely a record for Cassian. Months and years before that day he was concussed and unconscious for two days. He didn’t exactly remember what had happened to cause it, but Kay had rubbed in the fact he saved him for ages.

The thought of Kay was like a bolt through the heart.

“Has anyone made contact?”

He didn’t need to be specific for her to know what he was saying. Did the Rebel Alliance look for them? Did she try making contact?

Jyn shook her head.

“No. I was going to wait until you were strong enough.”

It made sense. He knew there wasn’t much Imperial presence, but there could be spies. It would’ve been foolish to potentially tip them off by sending a transmission with Cassian still bedridden.

“I am strong enough now.”

Both of them knew it was a lie.

…

After that, he could only sleep in snatches of a couple hours at a time. Sometimes he’d wake to his mouth tasting like soup and sometimes like cotton.

Sometimes (most times) Jyn was there, sometimes she wasn’t. He only caught her sleeping once. The rest of the time she was pacing, eating, taking care of him, and staring off into the distance.

It had been a day and a half. He felt stronger, and not all of it could be from the painkillers Jyn made very sure he took.

Cassian pushed his arms underneath his body in an attempt to sit up by himself. He managed to lift himself several inches without pain before Jyn noticed.

“What are you doing?”

The demand, sharp like broken glass, shocked him enough that he froze.

Cassian found words quickly. “I need to get up.”

It was a simple enough thing. He needed to stand, move around. He was injured, yes. When Jyn changed his bandages, he saw the mottled bruises and the stitches where the doctors inserted tubes into him.

But he could likely stand, able to feel his fingers and toes. He was doing fine so far.

Jyn shook her head. He could see the tendon of her jaw jump as she clenched her teeth.

“You almost died Cassian. We can’t be sure you won’t injure yourself more if you move.”

She was probably right. Of course, she was right. The smart thing for him to do was to obey and just lay back down. But, the obstinate and prideful part of him wanted to try to stand up.

Jyn dragged him around to keep him alive. He could at least pretend to not be weak.

“I’m pretty sure there’s little more I could do to myself.”

Propped himself up a little more, chest feeling the strain. His body pivoted a little, and he gently swung one leg over the side of the bed.

“Cassian!”

Jyn lunged forward, but clearly stopped herself when Cassian’s other leg joined the first and he hoisted himself up to a sitting position.

It took just about everything he had not to show the pain that rippled over his back and chest, almost knocking the wind out of his chest.

He was a spy and, therefore, good at hiding that sort of thing.

Okay, he was sitting up. And he had enough self-preservation to not actually stand. Either Jyn or his own body would knock him on his ass for trying.

Sweat beaded his temples and upper lip from the effort alone, despite whatever drugs Jyn injected in him a few hours earlier. Those would wear off eventually and he would definitely regret his pride.

Jyn looked like she was personally going to murder him. Maybe smother him with a pillow. Her jaw was tense, like she was trying to grind her teeth to powder. Her eyes were fiery anger, but too bright.

“I’m not picking you up if you fall on your face,” Jyn hissed.

Seeming to dismiss him, she turned to the likely-stolen datapad on the table, fingers tapping and swiping on the screen.

Cassian watched, in a sore daze, as the unnatural light shone over her profile. She had new clothes, a loose tunic and pants. And she seemed to be without pain. A week must have been enough time for her shoulder to heal.

He watched and watched, heart feeling too big for his chest.

Gods, he wanted to kiss her.

Jyn froze instantly and whipped around to stare at him like he just grew a second head.

Cassian felt the blood drain from his face before it rushed back to color his cheeks.

Shit. He said that out loud, didn’t he? Maybe he was on more drugs than he realized.

“I—um,” Cassian sputtered, looking to anywhere that wasn’t the woman across from him.

Well. If the gods or the Force or whatever wanted to strike him dead, there was no better time than that moment. Just let him sink into the mattress and disappear.

His ears felt too hot and his head too light as he stared down at himself and how his hands gripped the bedframe, white-knuckled.

Idiot. Drugged-out idiot who probably just ruined something that wasn’t even there yet.

Cassian started almost violently when her shoes came into view and a slender finger tapped him under the chin.

He looked up, heart in his throat, expecting to see an open palm or a fist coming for his face. Instead, Cassian was treated to the sight of Jyn leaning down.

He stayed still, shock-still, Jyn’s breath washing over his mouth for a moment before her lips touched his.

Cassian inhaled as softly as possible, afraid that if he breathed loud enough the illusion would break.

Jyn kissed him softly, like he would break into pieces if she pressed her mouth too hard. And really, she could have. He felt like he was dying in the best way on the inside.

Cassian tilted his head back a bit, letting Jyn deepen the kiss.

One of her hands cupped under his jaw and the other lightly rested on his shoulder. It seemed really restrained, but something told him that if he weren’t injured, he would’ve had a lapful of Jyn.

Her lips were chapped and soft and the inside of her mouth tasted like a fruit he couldn’t name. He reached up to run his fingers through the strands of hair that fell across her face.

It was perfect. It felt like the culmination of a thousand little things that finally fell into place, putting them both in that exact spot.

He had stars in his eyes. He felt lightheaded. He was…he was going to pass out.

Cassian broke the kiss with a pathetic-sounding gasp, fighting to get air back into his lungs.

“Jyn,” he whispered between gulps of air.

Figures that the first kiss they shared would almost knock him out.

Jyn’s eyes scanned his face, expression softer than he had ever seen it before. She was blushing and her green eyes were bright.

He wanted to kiss her again and he told her so when he could finally breathe again. He wanted to kiss her again and again.

She smiled, a tiny thing, a thing that spoke of both affection and exasperation.

“You’re a real idiot, Cassian Andor,” she said, punctuating the words with a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Just so you know.”

He couldn’t be bothered to disagree with her.

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Torn Pt.1

Pairing: Jimin x Reader x Yoongi

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Word count: 1.5k

Summary: The boy you thought you’ll spend your whole life thinking about and the boy who spent his whole life think about you.

Author: Hi y’all! Hope you enjoy this series, it’s my first fanfic so please excuse it if it’s bad. Please feel free to request. Enjoy~

Part 2

“Y/N, let me in….please….”

“Y/N! IT’S ME,YOONGI…P-PLEASE OPEN THE DOOR!!”

You wake up straight away when you hear his name, realising that it wasn’t a dream. You wake up feeling dizzy, you look at the clock…. 3;00am?!?!?!… Why is he here at 3;00 in the morning? His loud pleads and knocks on the door give you a headache, and so you drag your feet out of bed, put on a robe and quickly rush to the door before the neighbours send in a complaint about the loud noise coming from your apartment door. As you open the door, the realisation hits you….he was drunk. He was also crying, you could see his wet cheeks and red eyes.

“Yoongi?! What are you doing here? Are you ok?”

The minute he saw you, he quickly wraps his arms around you and pulls you into an embrace. This was unlike him, the Yoongi you always saw was well awake and sensible.

“Don’t leave me, Y/N,” Yoongi sobbed in your ear, leaving you feeling confused as ever. Why is he being like this?

“Yoongi, what are you talking about…come on, lets get you inside.” You ignored the thought in the back of head about the fact you had a boyfriend and that people might misunderstand the situation, but what could you do? Yoongi was your friend and was very much drunk at 3am.

“NO! L-Listen to meeee” He held you by the shoulders, shaking you as he couldn't stand still, his intense glares made you look at him.

“You c-can’t be with Jimin…he’s not the right one….I am!”

You didn’t know what to say, he was drunk and obviously not awake enough to know what he’s saying. It was dead silent, Yoongi waited for you to speak…but you didn’t know what to say, so you changed the subject.

“Come on Yoongi, lets get you to bed…” you said bluntly, dragging him to your room at the same time. You saw a flicker of hurt in his eyes but he eventually gave in. You let him sleep on your bed, while you slept on the couch in your bedroom. The minute Yoongi’s head hit the pillow he was sound asleep. So you slowly started to drift to sleep hoping that Yoongi would wake up as his normal self.

3:30am

“(Y/N)…”

You ignored it the mumble. Maybe you were imagining it.

3:40am

“I love you”

He’s dreaming. Who is he dreaming about? You open your eyes to check on him. You see him fast asleep. “(Y/N). I love you”

Oh no.

Still half asleep you feel a hand lightly brush your cheeks and another brushing your hair away from your eyes and pulling the blanket to cover your bare shoulders. You were so tired from constantly being woken up during the night that you didn’t bother opening your eyes. As the person opens the door, you hear them faintly whisper something, but you can't quite make out the words.

You wake up to the sound of morning birds and car horns. That’s when the realisation hit you, and you remember the events from last night. You get up straight away to check if he was still residing in your home.

You’re relationship with Yoongi was..unique. He would always hang around you like an annoying parrot, but you would always push him away. You never questioned his actions and only thought he was a nuisance and annoying. Nonetheless, he was your boyfriend’s best friend. Your boyfriend……JIMIN! SHIT! You quickly went to check your phone. 10 missed calls and 10 messages, all from Jimin.

(8:42am) From Jimin: _Hey babe, I’m waiting downstairs.

You slept in and totally forgot about the plans you and Jimin had.

(9:03am) From Jimin: Ok…I’m coming up.

(9:15am) From Jimin: Where are you?! You’re not home, no one answered the door.

(9:40am) From Jimin: Please answer..I’m really worried about you

Shit. You quickly texted him a reply

To Jimin: OMG, I’m so sorry babe. I slept in. Come over.

From Jimin: FINALLY! you replied. You got me so worried, can’t believe you missed our brunch date. I’ll be there in 5 mins.

5 mins!? You glanced yourself in the mirror and nearly jumped at how awful you looked. You quickly made your bed and removed any evidence that may look suspicious to him. You were stumbling around trying to get dressed and clean your room until you saw a yellow piece of paper on the floor. As you got closer, the name you saw started to become clearer.

Thanks for last night Y/N, I needed you, I still do.

-Yoongi

A quick flashback of last night events was interrupted by a doorbell. You stood there. In shock. He meant all the things he said last night. He loves me? The doorbell continues to ring. You throw the note in the bin and quickly open the door. “Y/N!!” Jimin quickly grabs you and pulls you into a soft embrace. His head buried into your shoulders, squeezing you tight and slowing his breath. You hugged him back, reassuring him as you stroked his back, running your fingers through his brown hair.

His breathing was fast and heavy, “I was so worried. I didn’t know where you were. Don’t ever do that again.” He grabbed my phone and unlocked it from silent mode. “Why did you sleep in anyway, you never sleep in? What did you do last night?” Silence. What do I say, I can’t say Yoongi stayed over because then he’ll think I’m cheating on him. I can’t lose Jimin. I need him in my life. “Sorry! I had so much work to do and so I stayed up” He silently stares into your eyes, long and hard, looking for any hesitation, making you slightly uncomfortable.

“I’m sorry, I love you?” You said in a ‘will you forgive me’ kinda way.

“I love you too.” He exhales as a sign of forgiveness and kisses you lovingly.

“I’m just gonna go to the bathroom”

You loved Jimin. Always had, but you never thought you would fall this hard for him. You two had the love every teenager wished for in a relationship. Nothing will ever break this, not even…

“YOONGI!?” You heard Jimin yell from your room and comes out holding the yellow scrunched up piece of paper.

Oh no.

“What is this Y/N?” He comes out of the room holding the piece of paper looking furious.

“Why do you have a note from Yoongi saying he needs you? And thanks for last night!!? What happened last night”

You stood there. Speechless. You didn’t know how to explain this without it sounding like you were being unfaithful.

“Did you sleep with him,” taking your silence as a sign that you did something you regretted last night. He had tears in his eyes, he ruffled his hair and sighed.

“No! I would never cheat, you know that..” You took a step forward to grab his hand but he stepped back. The action hurting you and making you scared.

“Y-You’re lying. You must have done something to make him say that…” He shook his head rapidly, looking down to the floor, too hurt to look at you. You stumbled back, hurt that he didn’t trust you.

“It wasn’t like that. He was thanking me cause I let him stay over…” realising you should’ve worded it better, you paused.

“Wait no..that’s not what I meant. He was dru-“

“I don’t want to hear about it, I can’t trust anything you say right now. I’m leaving” He walked past you, heading to the door. The tears you’ve been holding back started to pour down your face, you yelled his name as an attempt to stop him. But he left you alone in the cold house repeatedly whispering ‘I love you’

You told him to hold your hand and trust you, but he let it go in a matter of seconds.

As you sat on the floor in your living room, you continued to sob and cry, unable to stop the tears from flowing. You began to think about all the times you and Jimin had, the first time he took your hand and held it casually while walking. The warmth radiating from his body all the way to your heart. The first time you heard him sing, his angelic voice made the sun come out and heart skip a beat. You never thought the two of you would part in this lifetime, and yet you did. Your thoughts were interrupted by the piercing doorbell. Maybe it was Jimin, maybe he realised he was wrong and came back to ask for forgiveness. You dragged yourself to the door and opened it. However what you saw wasn’t Jimin, but a beaten up boy with blonde hair and passionate eyes standing outside your door.

“Yoongi…what are you doing here,” your voice barely heard.

“I came to claim what’s mine”

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