#but I decided to go with that one cause as you can see MC is pouring that wine provocatively LOL so wanted to keep in line with that đđ«
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[CN] Victorâs 2023 Qixi Cards + PV Cut
âEven if a thousand years go by, I will still come to your side.â
âIf (you) continue like this, I canât promise I wonât become intoxicated.â
âThere are certain stories that will be immortalized in time.â
âIf (you) continue like this, I canât promise I wonât become intoxicated.â
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#p.s. the literal translation of 2nd line actually goes âAt this rate#but I decided to go with that one cause as you can see MC is pouring that wine provocatively LOL so wanted to keep in line with that đđ« #ANYWAY I'M BEDAZZLED. DEAD. CAN'T SPEAK. WHY IS HE SO FCKING GORGEOUS IN ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING AKDJDJD#AND THE MLEM HELLO SIIIRRRR đ
đïžđđïž#i really hope they give MC new sprites for this event CAUSE HOLY GOODNESS SHE IS GORGEOUS#mlqc victor#mlqc li zeyan#mlqc#mr love victor#mr love queen's choice#ææłœèš#æäžć¶äœäșș#love and producer#mlqc cn#mlqc spoilers#mlqc translations
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Talk to Me, I Talk Back
The Lads Men don't play about you HOWEVER COMMA you also don't play about them. [Requested by: Anon]
Zayne
You and Zayne were standing in line to order coffee. The line moved slowly and just as you two were up next some lady pushed in front of you, shoving Zayne into you.
MC: She don't see us?
Zayne: I'm sure she has her reasons for cutting
MC: She shoved you Zayne
Zayne: Let's not cause a scene in this cafe
MC: Frankly I don't give a damn
You stepped up bumping the lady with your hip hard. She tumbled off to the side nearly falling face first into the display case.
Stranger: Well excuse me!
MC: You're excused wait in line next time instead of shoving my man out of the way.
Zayne: So much for not causing a scene *pinching the bridge of his nose*
Rafayel
You decided to go on a walk with Rafayel because he wanted to clear his head before he started sketching. He spoke animatedly making big gestures with his hands and ended up accidentally knocking a passerby's phone from their hand.
Stranger: Hey asshole watch yourself!
Rafayel: Sorry ma'am it was an accident
Stranger: What if you broke it!?
MC: *picks up her phone* It landed in the grass without a scratch its fi-
The stranger snatched it from your hand. You draw back in shock and looked at Rafayel to make sure he was seeing this tomfoolery as well.
Rafayel: *whispering* stay calm
Stranger: Tell your boyfriend to be more careful!
MC: *Snatches the phone and slams it on the concrete* Maybe you should be more careful look at that you broke your phone
You grabbed Rafayels' wrist and pulled him along.
Rafayel: That was sexy ... I think I'm hard now
Xavier
You and Xavier stood outside of Jeremiahs flower shop trying to agree on somewhere to eat. Suddenly a stranger waddled up and shoved a stack of papers in Xaviers arms.
Stranger: Hand these out
Xavier: Uhhh
MC: You could ask a bit nicer don't you think?
Stranger: Shut up lady this is a conversation between men
You tucked your phone in your pocket, grabbed the stack of papers from Xavier and dropped them in the nearest trash can.
MC: Now your conversation is done let's go Xav
The stranger sputtered in disbelief as you dragged Xavier away.
Xavier: He probably just needed help
MC: Maybe he'll ask nicer next time and you need to stop letting random strangers make you hand out flyers
Xavier: It's hard to say no
MC: If I had a dollar for every time I found you handing out flyers I'd have two dollars...it's not a lot, but itâs insane that it happened twice.
Sylus
You were standing in line for checkout and Sylus sauntered over to you after you sent him back to grab a pair of jeans that you wanted.
Stranger: Uhm excuse me sir the line starts back there
MC: Oh he's with me
Stranger: I'm not talking to you I'm talking to this rude idiot
You look at Sylus who is giving this Karen a bored stare. You look around dramatically before looking up at Sylus in disbelief.
MC: Who is she talking to?
Sylus: Couldn't be us
You look back to the Karen who's red in the face with anger. You step around Sylus so you're face to face with this lady.
MC: Let's use our big girl brains here ⊠if he's with me why would he stand at the back of the line?
Stranger: He cut the li-
You raised your hand to stop her.
MC: Your mouth is moving a lot like a rat shut it please
You finally get called to the next open register and Sylus leans down to whisper in your ear.
Sylus: You're feisty today ... you don't like seeing people be rude to me?
MC: She's lucky I didn't punch her in her jaw
Sylus: So violent, but I'm the cruel one?
#love and deepspace#sylus love and deepspace#sylus#lnds sylus#love and deepspace sylus#lads#lads rafayel#lads xavier#lads zayne#lnds#lnds rafayel#lnds zayne#lnds xavier#lads sylus#zayne love and deepspace#rafayel love and deepspace#xavier love and deepspace#nikaaaaimagine
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The first 'I love you'
I've been writing so much angst recently that it's beginning to depress me sooo I decided to lift myself out of my melancholy by writing some fluff <3 I hope you enjoy it.
Summary: the brothers say "I love you" to MC for the first time.
You can read more of my work here: Masterlist
Contains: Fluff
GN!MC x each of the brothers
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Lucifer
Today was an especially long day for the first-born. It seemed like his responsibilities were endless. The demon had to go through piles of paperwork with a due date by tomorrow and make sure to send them to Diavolo along with dealing with his unruly brothers once more. By the end of the day Lucifer was completely spent. He sat himself in the cozy armchair of his study, gazing out the window when suddenly a thought of you flopped into his mind. He smiled to himself before picking up the phone to send you a quick message with the hopes of you accepting to come keep him company. And exactly as the demon had thought you accepted and showed up at the door of his study minutes after your response.
Now you and the first born were sitting together on the couch before the fireplace, watching the wood dissolve into ashes as well as the roar of the flames. You were listening to the soft crackle of the wood as it burned into the silence, which both you and him seemed to enjoy. Overall it was a peaceful evening. Over time you felt Lucifer's gaze land on you. You looked over at him just to see the softness of his expression. It was the first time you saw him gaze at you with such softness. He smiled gently at you before returning his gaze to the fire.
-For as long as I've lived I don't remember feeling as much at peace as I do now. âThe demon mumbled and you smiled at his statement.
-You should know that... You're the reason I feel this way, MC. âAlong with his words you felt Lucifer's hand land on top of yours. He held it gently, caressing the back of it with his thumb from time to time.
-What do you mean? âYou question in a soft voice, waiting patiently for the demon's response. He took a deep breath and moved his gaze to you once again.
-I believe they call this feeling "love" from what I'm aware of. And I'm pretty sure that's what I'm feeling right now. I love you, MC... âSilence followed as the words sank into your mind. It was the first time he said those three words. You felt your cheeks heat up and a soft smile found its way onto your expression.
-Truly and deeply. âLucifer whispered with a soft sigh, finishing off his last statement. His thumb caressed the back of your hand once again and soon enough you gained the courage to speak.
-Lucifer, I... I feel the same way.. I love you. âUpon hearing your words the demon pulled you flush against himself, into his embrace. He pressed a soft kiss to your temple. His lips lingered there for a moment before pulling away. But instead of letting you go he just proceeded to hold you close for the rest of the evening.
Mammon
Recently you noticed that the second-born was restless. He'd always run here and there, causing trouble or going to modeling gigs to earn some cash. He often had to endure Lucifer's punishments since he'd either skip class or sleep through it... Or.. he'd get a bad grade which wasn't something that rarely happened. One night just as you wer about to go to bed Mammon rushed into your room and grabbed your arm, pulling you away with him without saying a thing. You followed behind him since you had no other choice even if what you truly wanted was to lay in bed and fall into a peaceful slumber. Since you were only wearing your pyjamas you hoped that the demon wouldn't lead you somewhere out in public. But instead of that he led you to the attic. He pulled a ladder that led to the roof that both of you climbed.
Now you were sitting on the roof of The House of Lamentation, staring off into space along with Mammon. He sat there silently without saying a word, just staring into the night. Suddenly he moved closer towards you and put an arm around your shoulder. The movement came as a surprise to you but it was warmly welcomed. His body heat was radiating to you, keeping you warm.
-I saw ya shiverin' so I decided to do ya a favour and keep ya warm. Don't think much of it. âThe demon mumbled and looked away from you, as if he was counting the stars, shining on the surface of the night sky. You chuckled to his words and shook your head. He'd always come up with an excuse to get close to you and you were pretty sure that was one of those moments.
-After all I wouldn't want my human to freeze eh? âHe spoke and moved his gaze back to you as you rolled your eyes.
-Yeah. I wouldn't want that. âYou murmur and snuggle closer to the demon. You saw his cheeks flush red and he quickly turned his face back towards the sky.
-Y'know.. you're the only person I truly wanna keep safe... âMammon began speaking but stopped himself midway through. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair before continuing.
-MC, what I'm tryin' to say is that I.. that I love ya! Keep that in mind... âHe speaks and you hear a soft gulp coming from him. Though that didn't stop you from getting flustered. After all Mammon had never actually said those exact words before. Of course he'd always hint to it but he never actually said it until now. You smiled and wrapped your arms around him in a warm hug.
-I love you too, Mams âYou whisper and nuzzle your head into his shoulder. The demon chuckled smuggly and leaned in to press a soft kiss to your shoulder.
-'course you do. After all I'm The Great Mammon! All people love me.. âThere was a fleeting pause before he continued.
-But hey.. don't go forgettin' what I said! There will be consequences if ya do! âHe spoke and squeezed you tightly. You spend a few more minutes up on the roof before heading back to a warmer place.
Leviathan
A few days ago the third-born got a new game and he was really excited about it. From what he told you it was a dating simulator game with a catch at the end but neither did you or Levi know what the catch was. So one day you decided to be the first ones to find out. Both of you sat together in his room, picking up the controllers and begining to play. Of course Levi set you as the heroine so he and a couple of in-game bots were competing, trying to get the intimacy score up. As expected Levi was the one who managed to get the highest score but that didn't matter now. It was the end of the game and both of you were on your toes, waiting for the so called 'catch' that the game was announced with. You wandered around in the open game world but nothing was happening. There weren't monsters at the end like the other game you, Levi, Mammon, Satan and Lucifer once played. There wasn't anything interesting. Just the usual cherry blossom tree with the bench underneath it where Levi confessed his in-game love to you. After a couple more minutes of wandering and search for some kind of secret there might be in the game the third-born sighed and left the controller aside. He rubbed his temple before speaking.
-Such scammers. It's rare to encounter a game whose description doesn't fit the gameplay. That's so lame. âHe groaned and pulled out his phone to write a review of the game.
-I mean.. we did have fun, right? âYou speak and leave your controller next to his.
-I guess so. If you count all of the cringe things I had to do to get that intimacy score up fun then yes. Otherwise the game is pretty much trash. Though the graphics were kinda nice. I'll give it that. âYou chuckle to his statement and move closer to him in an attempt to see what he was typing as a review. You felt the demon tense up, which made you look towards him rather than the phone in his hands. His cheeks had taken a pink shade and he had stopped typing. He bit his lip before speaking.
-You know.. the time spent with you.. is... p-precious.. even if the game wasn't what we expected it to be. âHe said and looked away in an attempt to hide his flushed cheeks.
-Yeah! I love spending time with you, Levi! âYou respond with a smile, clicking 'Post review' on his phone so he doesn't forget. Afterwards you look over at him and see that his ears had turned red which provoked a soft chuckle out of you.
-Yeah me to... Uhm.. actually MC.. eh.. I think I.. I l-love you... No.. actually I know I l-love you...
âYour eyes widen at his confession, your cheeks heating up. Though you quickly spake off the surprise and put on a smile.
-I love you too, Levi... âHe stops at his tracks to your words and soon enough turns his head towards you with the pinkiest blush on his cheeks.
-R-really? âHe asks and gulps but you nod with a wide smile on your face.
-Yes. Really. âAfter your statement you wrap your arms around the third-born in a warm hug. As the evening proceeds you and Levi watch an anime, cuddled up together in his bathtub of a bed.
Satan
Since it was exam season the fourth-born was lost in the words of the study books before him. He couldn't settle for anything but the best. And no. He wasn't a perfectionist. He just wanted to outsmart Lucifer. It was his ultimate goal. Though he never achieved it which made him restless. Second to Lucifer? No that couldn't do. And so there he was. Studying in an attempt to surpass his older brother.
One day he had invited you to accompany him to the library to study together and since you had nothing else better to do you accepted with a happy smile on your face. After all you wouldn't say no to spending time with one of your favourite demon brothers. And now there you were. Sitting together in the library, going over the topics of human corruption and seduction over and over again. Though the phrase "human seduction" echoed in Satan's mind and he couldn't get rid of it. He was lost in his thoughts. You had already seduced him and his brothers but the question was whether someone had managed to seduce you. And if someone had.. who was it? Satan could only hope it was him.
Soon enough a tap on the shoulder from you managed to pull him out of his thoughts.
-Satan? Are you okay? âYou asked, looking over at the fourth-born with a concerned expression. He shook his head and put on a warm smile as he looked at you.
-Yeah. Everything is okay. I just zoned out for a moment. âHe responded and moved his gaze down to the book that was sitting on the table before both of you.
-Okay no problem but could you explain to me this topic right here? I don't really understand it.. âYou point at a paragraph in the textbook and he nods his head upon reading the paragraph himself.
-Sure.. hm.. but before I do, MC.. I want to thank you for coming with me today. It means a lot.. âThe fourth-born mumbled before running a hand through his hair. You smiled and nodded.
-Of course, Satan. You know I enjoy coming with you to the library to read books together or just study like today. âYou say and read over the paragraph you mentioned to Satan one more time.
-Actually, MC.. You've become more important to me than books.. âThe demon speaks and puts his hand over yours, trying to get your attention. You turn your head towards him and look at him in confusion.
-I have?
-Yes, MC... âHe says in response and looks down at the book in front of him
-Actually what I'm trying to say is that I love you, MC... I've known for a while now but I was trying to find the best fitting time to tell you.. âSatan spoke and looked back at you with a soft, sincere look in his eyes. Your eyes widened and your cheeks reddened at his words. It was the first time Satan said those words. The way they came out of his mouth made you want to hear him say it again, again and again. You swear it made you weak in the knees even if you were sitting on a chair at the moment. Soon enough the smile returned to your face and you turned to the fourth-born who had an anxious look in his face.
-I love you too, Satan.. âYou speak and see his expression light up. He quickly pulled you in for a warm hug full of all the pent up love he's held for you. Then he pulled your chair closer, the warmth of his hand around yours grounded him. Finally, he was where he wanted to beâby your side, knowing that it was him who had won your heart. In that moment, nothing else mattered, not even the books before him.
Asmodeus
The fifth-born was feeling very pamperous today. From the moment you woke up Asmodeus was right there with you, showering you with compliments and affection. He took you out shopping for clothes and makeup. The demon of lust showed you each of the new items in the new collection Majolish had released with big enthusiasm. He even bought for you and himself a few matching pieces! Afterwards he took you to a pastry shop to take a few pictures together with some pretty cupcakes the fifth-born had had his eye on for a while.
By the end of the day you were spent. Asmo made sure to take you to every place he desired throughout the whole day. Now you were sitting together in his room, enjoying a glass of demonus and sharing a conversation with one another. It was peaceful. The floral scent of candles could be sensed throughout the room which almost made you feel drowsy. Asmodeus' voice was like a soothing lullaby, which helped you relax after the long day. Soon after the soothing sound of the demon's voice stopped and your eyes popped open. You looked towards him. He was gazing at you with eyes full of love and admiration. It was like he had seen an angel. Upon seeing you open your eyes Asmo smiled and sat closer to you on the bed.
-You are awake? I thought you had fallen asleep, sweetie.âHe speaks in that same soft voice he used earlier. The same voice that could make you weak in the knees. And the same voice that was about to lure you into a peaceful slumber.
-I was about to, but you stopped talking. âYou responded, putting on a fake pouty expression to which you earned a heartfelt chuckle from the fifth-born.
-Oh so my voice made you feel drowsy? What a compliment, MC! âAsmo smiles and gazes at your face without saying anything.
-You know... You looked really beautiful like that. Your eyes closed, your body relaxed, a soft smile to your face.. i haven't seen such.. angelic beauty since I fell from grace. âHe spoke up once again with a gentle tone, looking into your eyes with a sincere expression.
-And as much as I love and appreciate beauty.. recently I've been feeling different. Not about beauty of course. It's not like me to be insecure.. but about you. âHe stopped talking after the last sentence and looked down at his hands which were resting on his lap. He fidgets with his fingers, biting his lower lip in an attempt to find the right words he was looking for. You shot him a questioning look before deciding to speak.
-What is that supposed to mean? âYou say in a soft voice, looking over at the demon next to you.
-I love you, MC. And it's not the kind of love I have for beauty, or my fans or even random succubi. It's more deep and pure if you know what I mean. âHe looks back upon finishing his sentence and your eyes widen. Of course he's said that he loved you before but this time it felt different. It felt real and genuine. Your heart fluttered to the thought and you felt your cheeks heat up. Asmo immediately noticed the colour of your face and let out a subtle chuckle.
-The colour of your cheeks is telling me that you feel the same. Is that right, hun? âHe speaks gently and reaches to take your hand on his. His touch is soft and gentle without any unnecessary force. You smile and squeeze his hand.
-It's true. I love you too, Asmo. âYou murmur and look over at the demon whose expression looked as bright as day. His smile was wide ans you could swear that his eyes were smiling as well. He pulled you in for a hug and placed a soft to your cheek, forging all of his pent up love into it.
Beelzebub
One evening the sixth-born invited you to dine out with him, to celebrate a recent accomplishment at RAD. The demon's smile shined bright when you agreed. It was always so pure and innocent which made him easy to love. After getting ready you walked towards the entrance where you saw Beel waiting for you. He smiled upon seeing you and offered you a warm greeting. Both of you walked to Hell's kitchen since Beel mentioned that he's been craving hell burgers ever since he woke up that day and couldn't wait any longer to have it. Not to mention that you heard his stomach growl a few times on your way to the restaurant.
Soon enough both of you were sitting on a table at Hell's kitchen, with a bunch of food surrounding you. The amount of it could make you gag just by stealing a glance but the sixth-born didn't seem to mind. Without wasting another second he began devouring the food in front of him while you began eating what was on your own plate. After a while you picked up your glass and took a sip of the demonus, offered by the waitress. Its sweet yet bitter taste flooded your mouth, making it easier to swallow the dry food. Beel on the other hand didn't seem to have problems with finishing his food in just a few minutes without even touching his own demonus though he didn't leave it. Soon after finishing the food he made sure the glass of the alcoholic drink was also empty. After a while you.felt his gaze fall on you. He wasn't staring deep into your soul or anything like that. He was just mindlessly gazing at you as if he was admiring the way you fed yourself to the food before you. You lifted your gaze to meet his and he offered you an innocent smile which you returned before taking another sip of your demonus.
-How was the food? âYou question, in an attempt to begin a conversation. The demon looks down at his empty plate and thinks for a few seconds before lifting his head.
-Honestly? I was too hungry to taste it.. I just swallowed it without thinking much.. âHe spoke as he fidgeted with his fingers underneath the table. You chuckled at his words before shaking your head.
-You had so much food yet you didn't taste it? Ooohh Beel... âYou roll your eyes before taking another bite. The demon didn't respond. Instead he continued looking at you with a thoughtful expression which you couldn't help but be curious about. What could he be possibly thinking around? Was he waiting for you to offer him your food? You might as well. But before you could Beelzebub spoke up.
-You know, MC. I think you've become as important to me as food is.. or even more of I dare to say.. âYour eyes widened softly before turning back to normal. You looked at him with a questioning expression and swallowing the food before speaking.
-More important than food? What do you mean? âYou question and leave the fork onto the empty plate, gazing into the eyes of the sixth-born.
-What I mean is that I.. I love you, MC. âHe said with a soft voice. You caught a glimpse of pink, color his cheeks before he looked away. You immediately reached and took his hand in yours before responding.
-Aww, Beel.. I love you too.. âYou spoke as you caressed his knuckles. He lifted his head, eyes immediately locking onto yours.
-You do? âHe asked and you nodded with a soft smile.
-I do. A lot. âHe smiled upon your words and squeezed your hand, tight enough for you to feel his love through his grip.
Belphegor
After a long day at RAD the seventh-born had invited you to stargaze together in the attic. So when the night arrived you put on your pyjamas and hurried to the attic, only to see that Belphie was already there waiting for you. He was sitting on the bed with his sleeping attire on, barely keeping his eyes open. You chuckled to the sight and walked over to him. When you poked his cheek his eyes opened gently and he looked at you.
-Oh, MC. You're here.. âHe said as he laid onto the soft mattress pulling you along with him. You chuckled and let yourself be pulled by the demon.
After a while both of you were snuggled warmly together, gazing at the stars through the window. The atmosphere was peaceful. There weren't any distractions. Only the faint glow of the stars and the sound of your and his breathings. Belphie gazed at the stars as if he was counting them. You settled your eyes on a few stars which looked beautiful from the angle you saw them and stared at them. Upon pointing them out to the demon he smiled and pulled you closer, telling you that two of those stars were his and Beel's. The moment was precious to both you and him.
After a while you felt the demon move his gaze to yours, gazing at you with soft and sleepy eyes. Next he snuggled closer to you, laying his head on your chest, exhaling contently as he did so.
-You've so comfortable, MC. I love cuddling and watching the stars with you. It's soothing.. âHe said in a sleepy manner before closing his eyes, drifting off into a peaceful nap. You caressed his hair, fidgeting with the locks of it. Unexpectedly though the demon mumbled something which you could barely understand.
-I love you, MC... âHe whispered and you looked down at his sleeping form in awe. It wasn't rare when the seventh-born would speak in his sleep so you weren't as surprised. What surprised you though were his words. "I love you". You've never heard him say those words to you. Sure, he'd always show you through acts of love or physical touch but words were different. You felt your heart flutter and your cheeks heat up as you caressed your hand over his hair once again.
-I love you too, Belphie. âYou whispered in response. You wondered whether to answer him since he would probably wake up to the sound of your voice but it felt essential so you did. Upon hearing your words the demon squeezed you tighter in his sleep which caused a wide smile to appear on your face. It was his way of showing you that he heard your response and how happy it made him feel.
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Indulge || Sylus Qin L&DS
pairing: Sylus x MC genre: 16+, domestic cw: newly established relationship (MC is shy and clingy), bratty MC, sexual tension, morning after, marking (biting, scratching) note: i just know Sylus is WILD in bed
"Do you really think this is the proper way to get my attention?" Sylus hummed in his deep baritone, sending shivers down her spine. Still, she didn't let up, wiggling on his lap. A red and black wave surrounded her, freezing her mid-wiggle. "I already told you that I would indulge you when I was done with my reading. Stop acting like such a brat."
"Can you really blame me, Sy? You've barely spoken to me today." He sighed at her pouting, releasing her from the hold of his Evol and instead, placing his hands on her waist. "That's better." She snuggled into his chest, appreciating his hands around her body.
"Sweetheart, you know I can't continuously drop my work for you. We've talked about this far more times than I can count." MC raised her head from the comfort of his chest, eyes downturned at the seriousness in his voice. Though his eyes said something different. He didn't want her to move. "However...taking a quick break wouldn't halt any progress of mine."
Internally cheering with her victory, she planted a chaste kiss on his plump lips. "Should we watch a movie?" Sylus's red eyes had a mischievous glow to them, a glow she knew all too well. "Or... did you have something else in mind?" Her fingers trailed up his torso, stopping just before she reached the bare skin where his robe was unbuttoned.
"You're playing a dangerous game, dearest." His hands around her waist grew possessive, needy, urgent. "Are you sure you would like to continue?"
MC let her fingers run over his bare skin, causing his breath to hitch. She looked up, peering into his deep eyes. Suddenly lost for words, she breathed out one word. "Please."
7:24 AM
She woke up, rolling over to hide from the lights beaming in from outside the window. "Sylus?" Her hand felt around the bed, feeling his absence in the cold bedsheets and neatly tucked in blanket.
Her body ached and her throat was sore, hair tousled. The clothes she was wearing the night before now sit in the laundry bin, and now she was covered in a familiar black button up. The bathroom door then opened, a warm fog flowing out into the bedroom. Sylus emerged with a towel wrapped around his waist, still leaving very little to the imagination. Her face flushed deeply when she saw the markings that littered his body.
"Oh, you're awake," Sylus's mouth curved, eyes doing a quick once over seeing how she looked in his shirt. "I didn't want to wake you but it seems I failed, how do you feel?" He spoke so casually as he picked out a simple, stay-in kind of outfit for the day.
She cleared her throat to the best of her ability, flicking a stray piece of hair away from her face. She decided to answer honestly, "Sore." His eyebrow quirked, a knowing glint in his eyes. One could say it was confidence. "I-... I'm sorry for leaving so many..."
"What? Oh, these? Hm, no need to apologize sweetie." The towel dropped and he began to dress himself. "You should see yourself, you truly look ravishing."
Realizing she was still between the sheets, she quickly made her way to the mirror. A sharp gasp escaped her mouth as her eyes made their way head to toe.
Her body was covered in markings, from bite marks to bruises and the odd scratch. Sylus smirked, feeling pride in his work. "Sylus! I have to go to work today!"
"You didn't seem to care last night, don't you remember?"
She scrunched her nose, whacking his arm. "I swear, you're going to get me in trouble one day."
Sylus kissed the crown of her messy bedhead, "I love you too, sweetie."
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hiii ^^ I would like some headcanons for riddle, malleus, vil and rook with a fem mc that accidentally ends up making them laugh (because what she says or does is very random xd maybe an example would be like jennifer lawrence sjjs she is very funny ) well that's all, thanks and take care <3
Riddle, Malleus, Vil, and Rook with an S/O who can make them laugh with the most random things
A/N: Hello to you too Anon! I know this has been in my inbox for gods knows how long- But thank you still for sending this in! I hope this is to your liking! I actually did watch some Jennifer Lawrence videos for inspiration and I have to agree the comedic timing she has is perfect!! I also used some google translate in Rooks part so it may not be accurate ^^;
Characters: Riddle, Malleus, Vil, and Rook
Warnings: Cursing to a mild degree, playful mention of stalking in Rooks (I love him I swear!!!), lightly proof read
Fem!Reader
Riddle Rosehearts
Riddle is a bit difficult to get a good genuine laugh out of, at least in my opinion.
Like sure you have a small chuckle when he finds something amusing, but i feel like it'd be a bit of a challenge to get a good genuine laugh out of.
Then you came in, saying the strangest things at the most unrelated times!
And Ace and Deuce find this absolutely hilarious
You'll say the most out of pocket shit with the straightest face and somehow half the people around you start to laugh some others breaking out in giggles
Ace and Deuce have definitely talked about this 'talent' of yours, at least in their words.
You had said some of these strange comments around Riddle and he found them strange a bit endearing as well
I'd think the time you got a good laugh out of him was when you had come with him to take care of some of the hedgehogs
The two of you were sitting in the grass some of the hedgehogs were playing while a few had decided that climbing on the two of you was a good way to pass the time
One had wandered up onto your head and almost fell off but luckily you were able to save the little guy before he fully hit the ground
After Riddle worriedly checked the little guy over you while looking over his shoulder at the small animal said:
"Well at least we know this one has no self preservation"
Unwillingly, or maybe subconsciously, a small laugh makes it's way through Riddles chest to his lips.
Well, now maybe he saw what those two were blabbering on about
Your little comments were always appreciated with Riddle
Even if they didn't cause him to laugh they did brighten his mood at least somewhat
"Yes, this one does tend to be a bit of a handful. Reminds me of a certain rose I know"
He teased before you two fell back into the pattern of caring for the small animals
More chuckles and comments to come no doubt
Malleus Draconia
At first Malleus didn't understand why the rest of Diasomnia found your remarks so comical
Yes his child of man did tend to bring a certain warmth where ever she walked
But he didn't see this as an excuse for the amount of laughter you cause people around you
Most of the remarks you make will fly over his head
I'm sorry but he seems like the kind of guy to not get the joke until you explain it to him-
Now the Thorn Prince does share a few chuckles with those around him when he finds something amusing, similar to Riddle
But it's even more difficult to get a laugh out of him considering he doesn't get a lot of the play on words type of jokes
but something abrupt and slightly out of context?
I feel like that would get some sort of laugh out of him
One day you were talking with Malleus about some of the things you did in your old world
The topic of amusement parks came up and you started listing the rides you used to go on as a child
Roller coasters, bumper cars, lazy rides where you could relax, until you blanked on the name of a ride
It was frustrating considering it was probably something simple and you would remember it after their conversation, but you wanted to keep the ball rolling
Malleus mean while was partly enjoying seeing how frustrated you got over a simple word
You really were a strange thing weren't you Child of man?
"I'm sorry Mal- I know what I'm thinking of! It's on the tip of my tongue- It's like one of those horse tornado things!"
Horse.. tornado..?
Now that got Malleus attention
he understood the other rides you described, favoring the lazy rides
but what ever this horse tornado was... it sounded.. strange, yet curious at the same time
"CAROUSELS!! FUCKING CAROUSELS, THAT'S WHAT THEY'RE CALLED!"
Malleus let out a small puff of air before he started chuckling under his breath
You truly were a strange one weren't you child of man, just like the world you came from
Malleus pressed a kiss to your forehead letting out one more chuckle before speaking
"Truly fascinating, maybe one day you could bring me to one of these 'horse tornados' you have me interested"
Sure jokes your fly over his head, but he would tease you some what for your small skips in memory
Vil Schoenheit
Now Vil, having acted in a lot of movies, (If I'm correct) Would have probably had a few good laughs in that line of work
Weather that be on set or behind the cameras
But he doesn't often let out a good laugh in public, it's not really part of the proper image he'd want to put out there
As for behind closed doors or with close friends he's definitely willing to have a laugh
And who better to bring a smile to his face than his lovely sweet potato?
Though one good moment always stuck out to him that caused him to have one of the most genuine laughs in awhile
The two of you were getting ready to go out to a fancy restaurant, courtesy of Vil of course, hair, makeup, shoes things like that
While Vil was sitting at his vanity working on his eyes when you came out of the bathroom in a stunning dress hand picked by Vil
It brought out all your best features while still being enough coverage to where it wasn't uncomfortable to wear into a public area
The two of you made idle conversation as you sat on a near by chair to slip on a matching set of heels for the dress
As you stood up in the heels to work on your own makeup you lost your balance thanks to the new height the heels provided
Although Vil was quick to catch you making sure you came no where near the floor he still was concerned
"Oh sweet potato are you alright? What happened?"
Yes looking back on it the question seemed dumb but he was concerned
but you just let out a giggle while regaining your balance before saying:
"Well I'm not sure what happened, but I remember wanting to yell 'fuck' as my last words before I embarrassed myself"
Vil took a moment while looking at you
then a chuckle escaped his lips which soon turned into the two of you sharing a small laugh
Now Vil doesn't know why he laughs at your antics, in hindsight they're just normal phrases
But maybe it's the delivery?
Or the way you smile at him?
What ever it may be it always causes a smile to grace his lips or a chuckle to be drawn from him
Sure Vil maybe all about preserving beauty and making sure he looks flawless
But if he happens to get a few smile lines because of your antics, he will never hold it against you
"Well my darling, I'm glad to hear you're alright. It would be a shame if you or your lovely dress got roughed up before we left. Now come, you still want to do your makeup don't you? Allow me to help"
Rook Hunt
Now Rook has plenty of laughs in his life
Weather that be from stalking some poor soul or a genuine laugh among friends
Rook out of the four is probably the easiest to get a laugh from
He's a joyful guy wanting to see all nature and the world has to offer! Can you blame him?
Then enters you who some how can't help but leave Rook giggling when ever you do something!
You put your tie on wrong? Oh silly Trickster aren't you just the sweetest thing!
Then comes your words which to Rook is a whole new ball park
Rook tends to hold onto every word meant for him, weather that be written or spoken out loud
His darling Tricksters words are so elegant and so sweet how could he not treasure everyone!
What really gets him chuckling and laughing is the moments when your words aren't as sweet and graceful
Cut to one day when you and Rook were in the fields often used for flying class
Rook had a desire to teach you archery so he happened to drag you along with a quiver and bow to some targets set by his hand
After the first few moments of Rook teaching you how to properly hold and aim the bow and making sure your arm guard was secure (He wouldn't want his darling trickster to get rope burn!) He let you shoot
All was going well as you hit targets in an... acceptable way
But all that seemed to end when a large gust of wind sent your best shot yet off course and into the ground
And just as Rook was about to offer some encouragement to keep going and try once more
some colorful language came from you to say the least
"Wind!? Really!?! Could you not wait two fucking minuets!! Nooooo! You just had to thro my best shot off course you-!"
Now don't get Rook wrong he hold the sweet words you two share close to his heart
But there was just something about you yelling at the wind of all things that caused him to start laughing
As he laid on the grass of the field eyes closed as he laughed
Oh? It seems your colorful language is directed towards him now? Even better!
"Trickster- reine de mon coeur! Please I believe- I believe you have shared plenty enough words with the wind today!"
A/N: This is actually the first time I've taken a good look at the name of Malleus' dorm. Dia = Dragon. Somnia = Sleep
Diasomnia = Dragon of sleep
just a ting i found silly :)
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A/N: So I threatened a while back to write MC arresting Sylus since he literally wonât shut up about it. Thought this would be a silly fic but it ended up an angst-driven exploration of how his time with MC is probably finite and ill-fated?? Anyway Sylus is too soft for this, Iâm sorryyyy (Sy I love you! I would never do this to you! âDidnât it come from your imagination, though?â Ssshhhh you donât know what youâre saying!! đ„°)
To Remain Silent
Sylus x Reader đ©ž
Summary: Sylus has told you to arrest him one too many times...
Genre: Emotional rollercoaster honestly? Some angst, some comfort (and a lil spice for flavour)
Warnings/Additional tags: gn!reader, vaguely established relationship, gets a little steamy at the end (mostly kissing tbh), artistic licence applied liberally since this would be WAY too risky for MC to actually attempt đđ
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Sylus knows this isnât real.
You watch him through the glass of his cell, and the subtle tint to it lets you know that he canât watch you back. Heâs sat on the single bench inside, leaning against the far wall, his long legs stretched out before him. His hands are cuffedâ tucked away behind his backâ but he still looks comfortable. More than comfortable: at ease. At home. Bored.
âYou think I canât feel those pretty little eyes of yours on me?â he mutters, head back, eyes closed. âIâm at your mercy, kitten. Are you really only going to look?â
You tap a button on the glass. âYou should start taking this seriously.â
He smiles at the sound of your voice, but his eyes donât open; thereâs still nothing to see. âIâm taking it very seriously, sweetie.â
âI donât think you are.â
The smile turns even more smug: a confession, all by itself. He sits up and leans forward, like someone whoâs found a change of conversation to be interesting. His eyes openâ managing to find you, somehow, andâ can he see you? No. Itâs an educated guess, heâs just selling it with confidence.
Leisurely, he rises from his seat and saunters over to the glass. âLet me see you,â he orders, then bargains: âPlease? This is so veryââ he toes the divisionâ âone-sided.â
You canât look him in the eyes, can you? This is hard enough without the windows to your soul baring your heart and your mind to him, like they always do. You should have worn those sunglasses he bought you for that undercover assignment. This is what theyâre for, right? Hiding.
With a circular swipe of your finger, the glass before you clears and Sylus meets your gaze.
âHi,â he teases.
You fold your arms across your chest. âHey.â
âThis is quite some effort youâve gone to, kitten. And all for me, no less.â
âWhat effort?â you dismiss plainly. âYou practically slapped those handcuffs on yourself.â
Itâs not an exaggeration: from the cuffs to the ride here, not a single stage of his arrest has been resisted. The closest heâs gotten to a lack of cooperation was when youâd first restrained and dragged him from his study, where heâd been inclined to point out that the bedroom was the other way.
âWell, I didnât want to cause a fuss,â he smirks. One of his hands is brought forward, and his handcuffs now hang uselessly from a finger. âTell me,â he says, letting them swing as he holds your gaze, âwhat am I to expect now Iâve been so masterfully captured?â
You glance at the restraints, unmoved. âThat isnât for me to decide.â
A door behind you slides open, andâ right on timeâ an altogether more impressive presence joins you before the cell. Sylus glances her up and down as the click of her heeled boots come to a stop; he has never met your captain, but he knows her face.
âYou really cashed in all your favours, didnât you, sweetie?â he observes. He turns to address the woman beside you: âWe havenât been introduced. Iâmââ
âI know who you are,â Jenna interrupts, her tone as incorruptible as yours.
Sylusâs arm lifts, resting on the glass above you so he can tower over you, despite the partition. âIs that right?â he purrs absent-mindedly, dropping his head so he can speak into your ear. âSweetie⊠I thought you could keep a secret.â
Heâs goading you into your usual game, but the stakes donât interest you. âYou were wrong.â
Youâre at your own table, dealing your own cards. Does he want to play? You think he might. His lips are curving at the delicious prospect of a challenge. Youâve given him a taste of it. He wants more.
Jenna is studying her clipboard, acting oblivious. She senses the impasse. Asks Sylus: âDo you know why youâre here?â
He huffs impatiently. âEnlighten me.â
âSylus,â you scold.
Red eyes widen a fraction.
You see it.
Good.
âŠ
Sylus thinks this might be real.
You said his name. His real name: the one with sharp, bloody strings attached. The one on all the posters. The one in your precious Associationâs archives, linked to stacks of files and crime scene photos, most of which he isnât even responsible for.
Sylus. You said: Sylus.Â
It was worthy of a grand revealâ the sort of plot twist that delivered the suspense of so many thrillersâ but here you are, speaking it like itâs nothing. Not a slip of the tongue; not a mistake. And itâs different here. Heâs not your Sylus. Heâs theirs.
Their murderer. Their monster. Their convenient little scapegoat for everything dark and unholy.
The captain is reading him a list, reeling off every crimeâ each alleged sin. As if he needs a reminder. As if all the time in the world could ever let him forget. âNeedless to say, Mr Sylus,â she summarises, âdue to the nature of these crimes, you may prove exempt from our standard procedures. A case like this is⊠unprecedented. Onychinus has much to answer for. You have much to answer for.â
Sylus hasnât really been listening; itâs all senseless bureaucracy. âYou have the wrong man,â he says, because whatever youâre doingâ whatever stunt this isâ a confession is sure to derail it. You know that, donât you? You must be counting on it: holding that guilty breath of yours and hoping heâs smart enough to not be Sylus.
You donât look worried in the slightest. You must have an awful lot of faith in him.
He studies you, waiting for a small, deliberate smile or a moment of weakness. Give him a sign, donât give him a signâ it doesnât matter; heâll find one. His intentions must be clearer than yours, because you step up to the glass to face him.
Do it, your silence says, even though the rest of you is illegible. You want to look? Look.
His eye could light like a crimson fireâ could burn the truth out of youâ but it wonât. Itâs a promise he made what feels like a lifetime ago, not long after youâd met: Your thoughts and desires are yours to give, not his to take.
Even here. Even now. Heâs a man of his word, after all.
Impressed? You smile faintly, but thereâs no warmth to it. âCaptain,â you speak, your eyes not leaving his, âcan you give us a minute? Please?â
âOf course,â the woman answers with a nod.
Sylus does not see her go. He hears it: the retreating rhythm of her shoes. He feels it: itâs just the two of you, alone again. Well, the two of you and that âhiddenâ camera in the far corner of the room. âWhatever game this is,â he grins good-naturedly, his teeth gritted, âit stops. Now.â
âItâs not a game, Sylus. I told you to take this seriously.â
âWhat are you doing?â he snaps, and that good-natured grin didnât last very long.Â
Your hands land on your hips. âMy job.â When he scoffs, you continue: âDid you really think this would end any other way? After everything youâve done?â
He laughs and itâs deeply sardonic. Heâs no saintâ to try to convince you he was would be a crime worthy of punishments far worse than this. But you know him. You know the line and what stands on each side of it: everything heâs done, yes, and everything heâs been made to take the fall for.
You wouldnât do this to him. Would you? âYou want to play pretend? Fine,â he hisses. He wants to wrap his Evol around that godforsaken camera and annihilate it. âYou caught the big, bad boss of Onychinusâ congratulations, sweetie. Sure. Letâs say thatâs who I am. A man like that has power, right? So whatâs to keep himâ meâ from escaping? Right now?â
âYouâre not going to leave, Sylus. Wanna know why?â
Heâs sure youâre going to tell him, and you do:
âBecause youâre all talk. All smoke and mirrors. You want to go? Go. But thereâs not a single person in this building who wouldnât give their life to bring you back. Someone will catch up to you eventually, and what then?â
âIâll have a lot of fun, I imagine.â
âYouâll do nothing,â you correct. âBecause those people out there? Theyâre my friends. My family. You hurt them? You hurt me. Make all the threats you want, Sylusâ we both know the truth.â
He towers over you, still, but itâs hard not to shrink at your next words:
âYou donât have it in you.â
Your eyes are sharp: whetted with resentment. Sylus is your reflectionâ your worthy opponent, alwaysâ but he just canât look at you like that.
Thereâs a quiet hiss as you slide a finger over the cellâs control panel. White, neon light carves through the glass partition: two vertical lines that bleed upwards, either side of him, before bending to meet each-other. The glass between them shimmers, then fades.
Sylus stands on the precipice of the doorway, cool air crawling past him. He stares up at the camera, then down at you. Your arms have folded again as you watch himâ a narrative of apathy.
âHow about it, Sylus?â you ask bitterly. âStill think you can outrun fate?â
âNo.â Not since it started wearing your face. Fate is you, putting a bullet in his heart, and him, waking up so you can do it over and over again. Maybe this is real. Maybe it isnât. âWhat do you want from me?â he entreats softly, because youâll get itâ either way.
âIsnât it obvious?â you sneer, and your hand shoots out, grasping a fistful of his shirt. You use it to drag him out of the cell, closer, lower, so that his face is mere inches from yours.
âNo,â he repeats. âSay it.â
Your eyes burn like pyres: so dangerous, so beautiful, so suited to being the death of him. âI want youââ you begin, as they flit briefly to his lipsâ âto tell meâŠâ
âWhat?â
âHow you cheat at kitty cards.â
Oh. Oh.
Youâre going to be insufferable about this, arenât you?
Sure enough, you drop his shirt and burst into laughterâ irrepressibly you again. The fire in your eyes has simmered down into something warm, safe, and comfortable, andâ godsâ youâre even crying. Youâre doubled over, holding your stomach as though it hurts. You lift a hand to wipe your wet cheek. âYour face,â you get out between gasps, âoh, your face!â
Yours is not the only laughter, but itâs the only laughter Sylus hears.
âWe so got you, Skye!â Taraâs vaguely familiar voice resounds from an intercom.
Thereâs some confusing static with itâ more tittering voicesâ and Sylus suspects heâs found himself the star of your colleaguesâ after-work entertainment. He puts his hands on his hips as he looks up at the camera. âIs the whole officeââ
âYeah,â you manage, wiping away another tear. âFigured it would be good for morale. Good practice, too.â
âPractice?â
âMmhmm,â you confirm with a hum. Youâve apparently gotten a handle on the hilarity of the situation, because you approach him with something close to composure. Meditatively, you smooth down the fabric of his shirt. Straighten his collar. âFor when we catch the real Sylus one day.â
He captures your wrists; thatâs a lot of tenderness for someone who just tried to give him a heart attack. Maybe heâs a little too rough, because you pout at him in a way that makes him instantly soften his grip.
âYou ok, Skye?â you enquire with an ironic smile and an adorable tilt of your head.
His thumbs are feathering over your pulse points, and slowly, he leans in to deliver a message, just for you: âIf I say no, will you make it up to me?â
âŠ
Sylus knows this is real.
His mouth is on yours and itâs relentless, desperate; you made him wait for it. How long has he been wanting to trap you against the nearest wall, just like this, so he can kiss you until he forgets just how cold you can be?Â
Heâs been very patient. He didnât roll his eyes or utter a word of complaint when youâd dragged him to join your colleagues for dinner. It was your victory party, your âI made you look like an idiotâ party, but he was his usual, charming self, and your friends all adored him for it. Theyâd spun him the tale of his âarrestââ the planning, the preparation, and your lightbulb moment:Â
âHey, guys, have you ever thought about how Skye kinda looks like Sylus?â
Only he could understand how wickedly clever it was. His eyes had sought yours as he listened, lazy, content, and so obviously biding his time. Youâd smiled at him. Heâd smiled back.Â
And heâd stayed smiling, even after the party was over and youâd had to walk a slightly-tipsy Tara home. Sheâd refused a taxi, insisted Sylus escort herâ oh, and you could come, too! Heâd lent her his arm: humoured every squeeze and chuckled at each remark about the size of it. Youâd had to swat her away, in the end.
âIâm just teasing, yâknow?â sheâd giggled as the three of you arrived at her front door. âSkye knows Iâm just teasing. Youâre such a sweetheart, Skye. Imagine! Youâ the leader of Onychinus!â
Sheâd laughed, much too loud for such a quiet street, and with a less-than-subtle wink, left the two of you alone. Which is how youâd ended up here, in an alley around the back of her building, because it was Sylusâs turn to drag you somewhere.Â
His attentions have moved lower; thereâs a subtle clink as his fingers find the clasp of your shirt collar and he peels it back, exposing your neck. His lips leave yours, trailing down, downâ past the line of your jaw and over the soft, vulnerable column of your throat. You gasp as he brushes over a sensitive spot, and you could swear you feel him smile.
Heâs always been passionate, but this is a different fire, fuelled by something you canât ignore, no matter how much you want to:
Relief.Â
âSy,â you murmur breathlessly, your hand in his hair, tugging gently. âSy, stop.âÂ
âMmm?â he acquiesces, voice sinfully low as the cold evening air takes his place kissing your neck. His eyes shine like blood spilt in the dead of nightâ lingering on you. He looks drunk.
You lift a hand to cup his face and run your thumb over his cheek. âIâll never let anything happen to you, Sylus. You know that, right?â
Those dark eyes find clarity with your words, full of apprehension for just how naive you can be. The future will turn on you just as quickly as a wild animal someone boasts about having tamed, and arenât you foolish, thinking you can control something like that?Â
Besides, thatâs his job.
âI know,â he says like heâs supposed toâ ever the martyr, following the script. He goes to nuzzle into you again, but your hand is still tight in his hair and he groans as you use it to pull him back.Â
âI mean it,â you reassert, forcing him to look at you. You donât care that itâs ridiculous. You donât care that fate is so hot on your heels that you have to keep running. Youâre tired. Heâs even more tired.
Isnât it nice to stop and catch your breath?
Pretend you have time: His gaze is full of faith and oh, the world is going to enjoy punishing the two of you. âI know,â he insists, because this is the second time youâve fooled him tonight. You feel his hand on your face and you let him kiss youâ again, then againâ so achingly slow, so arrogant.Â
The world can wait; he wants to punish you first.Â
âDo you really want to knowââ he distracts as he finds that sensitive spot on your neck againâ âhow I cheat at kitty cards?â
The pad of his finger is chasing the path of his mouth; it tickles. You whine: âTell me later, Sy.â
âOk,â he breathes against you.
Later. Thereâll be a later.
Wonât there?
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the brothers when they miss mc
-> brothers x mc
-> mc is in the human world and the brothers are feeling lonely
mc's gender is not mentioned, not proof read
content warnings: angst, feelings of loneliness
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Lucifer
he literally cannot focus on a single thing and it bothers him, what did you do to him to cause him to lose his edge?
even diavolo can tell something is bothering him but of course he denies it
to take his mind off of missing you and wanting to hold you, lucifer decides to listen to some of his favorite records
until he realised one was about feeling alone too
Mammon
he begs everyone who can send him to see you, to do so
mammon promised lucifer he won't spend a single grimm for a month just to see you but none of his attempts work
he tries to secretly call or text you any time he can, especially after something bad happened to him that day
you were there to cheer him up, whether you knew you had that power by just standing there or not, mammon misses that
Leviathan
he just stares blankly at the starting screen of his game that reads 'player 1: levi and select player 2'
like you were one of his very few friends, how could you be taken away from him like that? levi just turns of the game and gets in his bathtub
he does vent about it to his fish, but let's be realistic the fish can't do anything and can't understand what's going on
he never thought he would dread being alone
Satan
he reads and reads to try to get his mind off of missing you, but that doesn't always work
satan is also more easily angered now, and that could become a dangerous situation depending on what happens to him next
satan keeps a diary, so he can give it to you when you're reunited again
but he probably won't ever do that out of shame, almost every page is about how alone he felt without you, emotionally, physically, in any way
Asmodeus
everything just annoys him, and that's when he realised him missing you was worse than he thought
he spams your inbox full of messages, he doesn't even expect you to see every single one but he just likes sharing stuff with you, even if it's a picture of a cool soap bubble in his bath
speaking if the bath, he uses it to relax when he can tell he's getting too sad
he buys you little gifts for your return too
Beelzebub
he's just living his life and then it hits him randomly like 'oh, I miss mc'
sometimes, when he orders food, he automatically gets you something too only to realise you're not with him and then he's sad for the rest of the day
he also feels less hungry and is less motivated to go to the gym
sometimes belphie has to help him cheer up when he feels like he needs somebody to talk to
Belphegor
his solution to anything is to take a nap honestly
but then he ends up dreaming about you, loving the dream, and waking up extremely upset that it was a dream
you can actually tell by how annoyed he looks during breakfast
belphie doesn't talk about this feeling of missing you a lot, which may worry his older brothers
but despite being apart from you, he'll still protect you from nightmares
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(So here it is, Cam's birthday post! This takes place when Cam and MC are teens. I struggled to decide when to set it and what scenario to go with but I think this is a good middle.)
Cam flops back on the bed, the phone pressed tightly against his ear as he listens to the familiar ringing. Waiting for the other side to pick up. To hear that familiar voice say his name, something that causes him such joy he was sure it would be deemed unhealthy by others. If he was being honest, he knew that how tight he tries to cling to you isn't the healthiest thing.
What feels like twenty minutes of waiting is more like two, but each second that passes by makes his insides tighten. A part of him always wondered if there would be a time when you would stop answering his calls. Would you tire of him like his family? Would Chris fill your head with so many lies you couldn't bear to even look at him?
Eventually, the phone clicks and his breath catches for the briefest moment until he hears you. "Birthday boy."
"Red," Cam whispers, though he isn't sure why. He's alone in his room at his parents. In a house of a family that treats him more like a stranger. A house he has been stuck coming back to for the past two months thanks to some power trip from his dad. Though he knew he would be escaping it soon, running away from home could practically qualify as a hobby for him.
"Didn't I tell you I would call first." you chided. He knew you meant well, it was a tradition. One would call the other on their birthday, even if the two of you would see each other soon, you still made sure to call. But something about this night had forced him to call you, to hear your voice, to recognize his existence.
"C'mon, you can forgive me this once."
"Aww, do you miss me?" You coo, your tone teasing.
"Course I do. It's been two months Red. That's the longest we've gone without seeing each other since we met. Not to mention, this will be the first time since we were kids that I won't see you on my birthday."
You both grew quiet, neither thinking to fill the void of silence between you, not until a snap of a twig caught Cam's attention. Pulling his whirling thoughts to his open window. Cam sits up, evening out his breathing to better listen. Probably just an animal. "So what did you-"
The sound of rustling near his window causes him to pause, body filled with tension. He's not afraid, why would he possibly be afraid of the idea of someone climbing into his window and possibly slicing his- Alright, take it easy on the horror movies Cam, you're being silly.
A gentle tap on the glass of the window is what eventually pulls him from his thoughts, he slowly makes his way over, each step quieter than the one before until he faces it. Cam leans out, hoping to see what's causing so much noise. Once he does he freezes, what's the old saying, like a deer in the headlights.
"R-"
"Surprise!" You whisper shout, dangerously perched on a tree limb.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Cam reaches for you, hands grasping and pulling you in. You both tumble to the floor your limbs tangled together.
Cam freezes, your faces so close together that you can feel his warm breath ghost your cheeks. "S..sorry. Still, what are you doing here?"
"I couldn't miss your birthday." you grin at him, ignoring the smudges of dirt on your face caused by climbing. It causes Cam to laugh, the first real laugh he's had in months. Not one crafted to soothe his mother's ego when something she says falls flat. A laugh that is not pointed at him when Chris tells a joke and Cam is the butt of it.
He cradles you as if you're his lifeline as if you're the very person that could make being in this cold house worth it because to him you are.
"Hope you don't mind, the only present I bought was myself."
Cam takes a deep breath, wiping away an invisible tear. "I guess it will just have to do." he teases.
With a playful shove, you sit up, pulling your warmth with you. The warmth that Cam tries to grasp with his hand but instead finds the corner of your shirt sleeve. "Promise me something," you whisper, eyes roaming around the room. Compared to that of his siblings the room is bare in comparison. A small bed, a shelf here or there, the walls bare of any coverings.
"Hm?"
"Promise me we'll never miss each other's birthday." at first you think he doesn't hear you. Not with how quiet he gets as he sits up his eyes never leaving you.
Cam sticks his hand out, pinky raised waiting to link with another. "Pinky promise." You suppose this was another tradition, something so simple yet so meaningful to the two of you.
Your fingers curl around one another and Cam winks, pulling your hand up to place a soft kiss. "I missed you." he mumbles.
"Likewise. But more importantly." you turn, hands clasped on the top of your knees clearing your throat as if the next thing you're about to say was of utmost importance. "Cameron Clarke, my best-friend, my ride or die. The Robin to my Batman." "Hey! I'm clearly Bat-" he interjects. "The mint to my chocolate, the peanut butter to my jelly" you take a deep breath, because the next words are going to be embarrassing. "My other half, and my soulmate." His eyes widen, what blush he had hoped wasn't showing before is far too hard to deny now. His pale freckled skin turned rosy, a better look if you had to admit it. Cam Clarke flustered was always a sight to behold because not many could do it. "Happy birthday."
#loveandleases#love and leases#cam#happy birthday cam#i didn't realize i gave him such a rough time in the demo lol
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Not a request just a cute thought I had. I was talking to a friend about the tweels and said "I find them more cute than scary." Then I started thinking about Jade and/or Floyd overhearing MC say that like Ace and Deuce have noticed that one or both of the tweels have been hanging around with MC. Deuce and Ace say the tweels are scary but MC just days they're cute!
Depending on mood I can see Floyd either being offended or super happy! He can either start chasing MC around trying to scare them or he can give them a big squeeze and laugh about how shrimpy is cute too.
Jade I can see either walking straight up and teasing MC or sneaking away with that info in his back pocket until like a month later he's all "so you find me cute?"
Floyd for sure gets offended, he doesn't like being called cute I think. Based on his reaction on being called cute during the Port Fest event, he doesn't like to be perceived as such. Maybe cause it makes him less intimidating. So, if he's particularly fond of his shrimpy, then he might be inclined to bring them in situations that make him seem super cool and impressive, rather than cute. Like basketball games, fights, even in class when he decides to try! However, his mood is so shifty that it doesn't always guarantee a positive outcome, as you murmur about how cute he gets when he's pouty or bored. Damn this, maybe he ought to scare you instead.
Jade, on the other hand, is happy to go along with your perception of him. He thinks you're cute for thinking his just a cute little guy! How silly of you, he can't wait to take you in his arms and prove you wrong :). You're not gonna think of him as so cute when he's rearranging yourâ*gets shot*
#mochi asks#twst#twisted wonderland#jade leech#floyd leech#twisted wonderland x reader#twst x reader#jade leech x reader#floyd leech x reader#mildly suggestive#skajflkajsflkjalskfjalksmf
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Make You Mine.
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A scenario in which Yandere!Gilbert thwarts the Reader's wedding. This idea was given to me by a lovely anon quite a long time ago and I just found the draft for it.
He steps onto the venue, his cane loudly hitting the shiny floors beneath it with an audible 'tap' each step he takes. The guests all turn their heads towards the intruder and go pale when they see his face.
Gilbert von Obsidian.
There he stood- The devil of Obsidian himself, with a cane in hand accompanied with a sharp look in his crimson eyes. Despite his smiling face, some of the attendees of your wedding shivered in unease.
"Oho, The villain has come to steal the bride." He announces, looking right at you without sparing a single glance at your fiance.
"Prince Gilbertâ" Your fiance says in disbelief, a frown etching itself upon his handsome face. You look at Gilbert with shock, your eyes as wide as saucers. "Gil?" You muttered in disbelief.
"Well, he sure made a bigger impression than any of my pranks could have." Clavis says bitterly, a frown of unease resting upon his face. Clavis studies Gilbert cautiously, not allowing himself to let his guard down for even a moment despite his carefree demeanor. "Hehe, You'd have to try harder. Maybe I'll help you pull some pranks." Gilbert's smile never falters as he replies to Clavis. He steps up to you and takes your hand into his, his black attire the complete opposite of yours.
"Gilbert. What are you doing here? You sure made quite the appearance by scaring most of my guests." You chided him lightly while pushing his hand away and trying to free yourself from his grip.
"I heard my little bunny has decided to marry one of my old friend Chevalier's cousins." He says in an exaggerated manner as he puts on a hurt expression, "You can do better you know. I can't believe you'd settle down for so little." He sighs.
"Especially when I'm here for you. It would bring your kingdom peace to marry me instead." He adds, causing a pit of unease to form in your stomach.
The guests all start whispering in a panic, Clavis glaring sharp daggers at Gilbert while Rio decided to interject since he's both the bridesmaid and best man.
"Excuse me Mister "Better option". Can't you tell you're crushing my dear MC's wedding right now? Such proposals are made before a bride gets married to her groom!!! NOT during the time she's getting married." Rio reprimanded Gilbert even though he looked heartbroken you were getting married.
Gilbert taps his cane, ignoring him.
"Listen here, Rhodolite. I'll make things quick." Gilbert states as he looks over at Chevalier, the new king of Rhodolite.
"Give me the little bunny or I'll destroy your country.", He looks over at you next, his voice sweet but dripping with venom as he looks at your wedding dress and says, "I'd do anything to make you mine"
Gunshots heard in the background further supported his statement as guards fell dead and guests panicked....
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Hiiiii, I really enjoy your works, and hope that you're still taking requests. (Oh and sorry since English is not my first language, hope that you can understand what I'm saying :'3)
If you fine with taking request, I have this little imagination about WHB: Fem!MC love to sleep naked, and when she in hell, she often takes off her clothes while still in deep sleep. How about some reactions from the kings (and Lucifer pls) when they wake up and see MC naked in front of their eyes?
Will they be a little gentleman and roll her into a kimbap roll, or maybe something steamy will happen? (â  â êâ áŽâ êâ )
Thank you so much for writing about WHB!!
Have a great day!
Hi Anon! Don't worry, I totally got your idea, English is not my first language either so I get you :/
Thank you so much for your request and I hope you like it. âĄ
I went a little overboard with lucifer, but I hope there's no problem with that.
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GN! Pronouns + Slights mentions of Fem Anatomy
đđȘ: Perv Kings, Slight somnophilia, but itâs consented, Leviathan is a bit OOC at the end, Rough Oral Sex M Receiving, Intergluteal Sex, use of Petnames (thatâs my way to avoid using Y/N and Reader)
Filth (Lucifer, Beelzebub, Mammon)
No Filth (Satan, Leviathan)
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â Satan is a heavy sleeper, and someone really clingy too, he could be holding you tightly and will never notice that you are taking off your clothes, so you being completely bare in front of him would be really sudden for him.
â It takes him a few seconds to assimilate everything when one day he wakes up in the middle of the night to drink water, why does your body feel so warm ? Satan raises his hand that had wrapped around your waist and caresses your body to find out that effectively, you were naked.
â After a few seconds, Satan, somnolently lifts the sheets to find your body deep asleep and completely bare, and suddenly, heâs no longer sleepy.
â For one moment the blood from his head went to his other head, your boobs were pressed between your arms since you were sleeping on your side and your bare pussy was fully exposed to him, and as he looked at the bed, your clothes were all scattered around it.
â But at the same time, you looked so peaceful while sleeping, and waking you up just to relieve his perversions felt like a crime, he could do better, and at the end of the day, you were his, if he wanted he could do anything to you, but once the morning rises and you are both awake.
â So he slapped his face, went to take care of his hard-on in the bathroom, drank cold water, came back to the bed and cuddled you as if nothing happened
âYou turn me on just by looking at you naked as if Iâve never seen you that way a thousand times before, you got me down badâ
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â Satan is a heavy sleeper, but with Mammon, it's straight-up impossible to wake him up and he only gets out of his bed if he has to go to the bathroom.
â One morning he wakes up with you facing your back to him, since your shoulders were uncovered he thought you were wearing a tank top, but wait, you were wearing a full pajama set that he gave you as a gift.
â When he realized he quickly in one swift movement pulled the sheets off your body, and there you were, fully naked, and now not only your back was facing him, but you beautiful ass too.
â As if it moved by itself, he put his wide hand on your asscheeks, and he slowly moved his middle finger above your butt crack, provoking a tickle to run down your spine which made you shiver in your sleep.
â Mammon didn't think twice and and slowly put his wide body against yours, making sure that his now hard dick was firmly against your ass, he tried to shuffle his hips so he could nestle his hard-on between your asscheeks but that only caused you to almost wake up.
â After a few minutes of pondering whether he should wake you up or not, he decided to leave that up to fate, so he carefully pulled down his underwear a little, just enough to free his cock, and slowly began to push his cock between your buttocks, simulating a penetration.
â Of course you eventually woke up, you had an overly aroused demon using your asscheeks as a fleshlight and whispering the dirtiest things youâve ever heard in your ear
âIt took you some time to wake up, thatâs good, I wouldn't want to cum without being inside you, would you let me in now pretty ?â
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â Thereâs no morning in which Beelzebub doesnât wake up with a hard-on, and that makes him someone who is constantly looking for morning sex, and as someone who sleeps naked, he makes it really obvious that he wants you.
â When he woke up one morning with your pajama top hanging from his horn and your fully naked body completely passed out beside him, he was not surprised, he was delighted.
â That morning you wake up by feeling something touching your cheek, maybe it was Beelzebub kissing you, he was particularly clingy in the mornings so it wouldnât be unusual, never in a million years you wouldâve imagined that the thing touching your cheek was his leaking cock.
â Once Beelzebub realized you were fully awake he put his tip against your lips, smearing his pre-cup in them, and all you could do was try to process the situation.
âGood morning beautiful, you are so provoking, look how you got me, now you gotta be responsibleâ
â Beelzebub crouched down a bit and took your cheeks between his hand, pursing your lips making you mouth open slightly, enough for him to push part of his tip inside your mouth.
â Maybe you were too sleepy to notice, but once you were fully conscious of the situation, Beelzebub was jackhammering his cock in your mouth, you chin and part of your chest were covered in a mix of your spit and pre cum (or cum, who knows if he already came in your mouth) and your head was being held by each side by his strong hands.
âPlease let me use this pretty mouth of yours for a little longer, itâs so addicting, once I start I wish I could stay here foreverâ
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â Levi is not someone too cuddly when he sleeps, he even tends to be rather distant, so he wouldn't notice your body tossing and turning in bed while taking your clothes off.
â He's someone who takes his sweet time to wake up, and opening his eyes one morning just to have as the first thing he sees your naked body in front of him making its way to the bathroom was some big surprise.
â He's left confused, he cannot process why you're naked so suddenly, so once you get out of the bathroom the first thing you encounter is a sleepy leviathan sitting in the bed glaring at you.
"Leviathan, is there something wrong?"
"Yes, you"
â Surprisingly, he stands up from the bed and begins to take his clothes off too while maintaining eye contact with you, and once youâre both fully bare, he lies back down on the bed, patting the side where you usually sleep.
âWeâre both going to sleep naked today, not only you, now get on the bed before I hang youâ
â You better get on the bed quickly, and once you do Leviathan will spoon you tightly using as an excuse that he doesn't want you to get out of bed again.
â Leviathan likes the intimacy of sleeping naked with you, he feels it makes you closer than you already are, and in general, itâs comforting to him.
â He likes this little habit of yours.
âMaybe if I hug you tighter you might stay with me for a little longer, so please let me be this close to you more oftenâ
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â Heâs a veeeeery light sleeper, even the slightest movement you make in your sleep wakes him up, so you can be sure he's going to notice when you start taking your clothes off.
â And what is he going to do about it? Absolutely nothing, he'll just watch as you slowly begin to remove each piece of your pajamas part by part, he will not even help you when he notices that youâre having trouble removing a piece, and heâll simply sit on the bed and watch you, and may even remove the sheet from your body to see you more clearly.
â Lucifer also has a very good sense of smell, it's just a matter of the slightest whiff of your arousal getting to him so that his dick makes a prominent tent in his pajama bottoms.
â He will try to hold back as much as he can before taking action, and will take his time to watch every part of you carefully, which will only make his cock hurt from how hard gets.
â All his attempts to restrain himself collapse once he hears you whine slightly as you change your sleeping position, facing you back to him.
â It look him just a few seconds to grab your waist tightly and lift your body so it was sitting on his lap, pressing his now exposed hard-on on your back, he gives 0 fucks about waking you up, once you both are finished youâre going to be too tired anyways and youâre going to go back to sleep.
âGood morning sweet, could you do me a favor ?â
âWhatâs going on?â
âJust be good for me and then you can go back to sleepâ
â Your sleepy voice and the warmth of your body against his only made him feel hornier (if that's possible) so he didn't take long to effortlessly lift you off his lap and lower you back down, making sure his cock was now between your legs and rubbing against your cunt.
âNow rub me sweet, make me feel goodâ
â With his right hand, Lucifer gently caressed your chest, while his other hand was grabbing your waist, the tip of his dick reached up to your bellybutton your legs were forced wide open, the situation was so obscene, your own arousal was dripping from you, wetting Luciferâs thighs.
â Your hand caressed Luciferâs hard-on slowly, going from lightly squeezing his tip from rubbing his prominent veins, every move you made making him shiver, he was whispering all kind of passive aggressive things in your ear while he left soft kisses all over your neck.
âThis pretty cunt of yours is dripping sweet, is it because of me ? After this Iâm going to eat it so damn goodâ
#prettybusy what in âhellâ is bad?#whb#what in âhellâ is bad?#whb satan#whb beelzebub#what in hell is bad x reader#whb mammon#whb leviathan#whb lucifer#whb lucifer x reader#whb mammon x reader#whb satan x reader#whb beelzebub x reader#whb leviathan x reader#whb smut
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A Completely Normal Rest Stop
Update 4: Chapter 2 Part 2 - The Rest Stop
Featuring...
Merlin's Guide to Minor Enemies
A bucketload of owed texts & e-mails to the MC
Decisions of great import... just where are you sleeping in that motorhome during this Among Us game?
Shopping? Fleeing? Stalking Merlin? Chapter 2 wedding proposals? ̔S̔a̎b̷o̎t̞a̷g̔e̔ ̔t̷h̎e̶ ̷m̞o̔t̔o̎r̷h̞o̷m̷e̶/̷ Actually having a completely normal time because you sidestepped all the spooky shenanigans? (But what fun would the latter be?)
A ton of branching everywhere in the second part of this update, so try replaying again with a few different choices.
A̎ ̎C̎o̶m̎p̷l̷e̔t̷e̎l̎y̔ ̶N̎o̷r̞m̎a̶l̔ ̔G̎a̎s̞ ̶S̔t̔a̷t̷i̶o̷n̞ ̔S̎t̞o̷p̷
Nothing to see here but a completely normal gas station & convenience store at a completely normal rest stop. Moving along now.
Play the Updated Beta Test
(Since there were bugs & typos reported throughout Chapter 1 & 2, your current saves are probably going to reset to the beginning of each section of the game. If things get too wonky, you might want to try restarting from the beginning.)
*If you're getting error messages or the start screen isn't showing Version 0.22, please clear your browser's cache.
Additional Word Count (Sans Code): 200,000+
Additional Word Count (With Code): 285,000+
New Total Word Count (Sans Code): 815,000+
New Total Word Count (With Code): 1,120,000+
Average Playthrough: ~65,000+ words
Note: You can view the game code on my site the same way you do on Dashingdon just add /scenes to the end of the URL.
Next Update
Merlin's Guide to Minor Neutrals
MC may appear on TV! This might not be a good thing. And they aren't the only one, cameo appearances from a future RO
Get hit with your first mass spell of nondemonic origin
Counteract with participation in your first multiuser spell
Attempt to summon Cthulhu. Dance the macarena. Have the consequences of your own inaction potentially bite you in the arse-- I mean what?
RO #4 finally appears.
Also quick reminder that the Alpha Build of the game on Patreon updates as I complete each section, so is currently on Chapter 2-3.
Link to New Polls on the Update (Which don't auto close in a week like the Tumblr ones)
More (Fiddly) Info on the Update Behind the Spoiler Cut...
The Update Also Includes...
Added section where the devil's mark is found if you change into short sleeve clothes right before packing up to leave
Added more neutral way of deciding not to claim dibs on a past Camelot incarnation
Added more flavor text regarding the vending machine in the fencing club route
Fixed continuity bug regarding your mask while exploring the empty city
Fixed continuity bug with Adrian's text messages in the Fencing Club route (Again!)
Added Fou and Petit Cru as default names for the Arthurian lore references to the default pet names
Fixed reference to nonexistent pet at the start of the book club route (which won't be finished for awhile)
Fixed some behind-the-scenes bugs with variable incrementing
Changed brave_sir_robin & merlin_warn to numerical variable instead of true/false (might cause bugs with prior saves that triggered those flags)
Fixed a bunch of typos and smaller bugs that I've completely lost track of at this point, but pretty much guarantee every section got re-edited
#choice of games#hosted games#interactive fiction#if wip#if game#cog#arthuriana#interactive story#oneknightstand#cog wip#if#choicescript#oks-update#one knight stand#if update#horror
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Accidental first kiss
I was wondering.. what if MC and each of the brothers shared an accidental first kiss that was unexpected but highly appreciated that may or may not have led to something more. So I wrote it. Enjoy!
Contains: Fuff
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Lucifer
Lucifer ordered you to bring a few books from the RAD library that would help him for his latest report that Diavolo requested. The problem is that the books are not just a few. They are a whole pile! You swear there are like 10-15 books in your arms that are so heavy you have to take multiple breaks on the way from the RAD library to The House of Lamentation. And on top of everything you can barely see where you're going with all those books in your arms. How will even Lucifer manage to go through all of them to find what he is looking for in just a couple of hours? And why didn't he send someone with you to help? This man is full of secrets. When you finally reach his study after who-knows-how-long you knock on the door and sigh while waiting for Lucifer's simple and calm "Come in." It's frustrating how Lucifer is doing absolutely nothing and is completely relaxed while you carry around a huge pile of heavy books. You feel as though your arms are about to rip. You open the door and see Lucifer sitting calmly on one of the armchairs with a glass of demonus in hand listening to the faint sound of the record that's playing in the background. But then suddenly you trip over the loose rug and before you know it Lucifer in his demon form is right there holding you in his arms. His wings are wrapped around you, preventing you from falling. Accidentally though your lips brush against his as you try to keep your balance. Both of you immediately freeze in your tracks. That was your first kiss... All the books are there, surrounding you on the floor while Lucifer's eyes are on you, slightly widened with the red glint in them shining bright and a soft blush covering his cheeks. You probably look the same but you can't bring yourself to care. After a full minute of silence you feel Lucifer's grip on you tighten and his breath by your ear as he whispers in a firm tone. "Again." Before kissing you one more time. The right way. The kiss was passionate and full of pent up tension.
Mammon
You, Mammon and the rest of the brothers (except Lucifer, because he said he had an important meeting with Diavolo) are playing hide and seek in The House of Lamentation. It's nice when Lucifer is out of the house once in a while and you as well as his brothers have extra free time. You always think of something to do whether it will be to play a game, to run around the house like wild animals (which always ended up in Lucifer's room with all of you on your knees before the eldest because someone broke a vase or a painting) or playing hide and seek just like today. It was Mammon's turn to seek while you and the rest were hiding around the house. You have been hiding behind the door in Mammon's room because you thought the demon wouldn't think you'd be in his room. Chuckling to the few loud "Found ya's" of Mammon and the brother's groans when they were found led to you being the last one to be found. You waited patiently behind the door, counting the minutes that had passed when the door opened. You see Mammon's boot walk in and decide to scare him (Since our boy is easily scared) You jump from behind the door with a loud "Boo!" Mammon screams and turns around but you were right behind him which caused your lips to meet in the sudden turn. Your first kiss! He immediately pulls away and takes a few steps back, panting even though the kiss wasn't something big. His whole face was red and he was staring at you with wide eyes. You chuckle to the sight even though your cheeks have also taken a pinkish shade. After a short few seconds he speaks so loud you swear the whole house can hear him.
-Oi! Human! Don't scare me off like that! What's the big idea of kissin' me hm? â You roll your eyes.
-What? You liked it so much you want another? â You tease and he scoffs.
-Of course I didn't like it
Silence follows as you wait for the second-born's confession, staring at him.
-F-fine! I liked it, MC. No!! I loved it!
Leviathan
For the past few days Levi has been bragging about this new VR set he bought and how amazing it was. Today he had finally invited you to try it out. You were excited since Levi mentioned the high quality of the set. Your only concern was the fact that the third-born mentioned that he bought the set for cheap off of Akuzon. You teased him for acting like Mammon at the time and he offered you a grumpy face. You knock on his door in anticipation.
-What's the secret phrase? â You roll your eyes and knock loudly.
-Oh come on Levi! We are way past your goddamn secret phrase! â You speak loudly enough so he could hear your slight frustration.
-Secret phrase is required to enter my room and you know it, MC â Says Levi through the door with a hint of mischief in his yet serious voice.
-Oh my god, Levi! Ugh what was it... (You mumble the last part to yourself)
-The second lord... â You begin.
-...attempted to steal the Lord of Corruption's platypus, which could lay golden eggs... â The third born continues
-...having incurred the wrath of the Lord of Corruption for this misdeed...
-...it was ordered that the second lord would be forever dubbed The Lord of Fools... You may enter. â You and Leviathan finish the secret phrase and you finally enter.
-Levi, don't you think it's too long?
-What's too long?
-The secret phrase.
-Absolutely not. â Levi chuckles awkwardly.
After that Levi helps you put on the VR set and you play an adventurous game where you are a devil slayer. You get so caught up in the game that you lose track of time and levi just cheers on you the whole time, watching you play on his monitor. Unfortunately though the electricity turns off and so does the game. You were right in the middle of a fight so you swirl and bump into the third-born which causes your lips to meet. Your first ever kiss! You immediately pull away and take the VR set off. The whole room is silent and dark. The only thing you can see is the faint yellow glow from Levi's eyes and hear his hitched breathing.
-W-w-w-we didn't j-j-j-just... â The purple haired demon stutters.
-We just kissed.. â You whisper loud enough for him to hear. You can practically sense the blush on his cheeks.
-AHHHHH NOOO WAYYYY I JUST K-K-KISSED MY BEST FRIEND AAAAHHH â Levi screams and you chuckle.
Satan
You were in your room reading a beauty magazine that Asmo had lent you when a knock on the door interrupted your thoughts.
-MC, can I come in?
You glanced up, not expecting any visitors, but knowing how random the brothers could be.
-Yeah âyou called out, loud enough for whoever it was to hear. The door opened to reveal blond hair and bluey-green eyes, and your expression immediately brightened. It was Satan! It wasnât often he came to your room unannounced, so you knew he had something on his mind.
-MC, I need your help with something âthe fourth-born said, his tone serious yet inviting. You gave him a curious look and mumbled, âMhm?â
-Iâve been looking for a book but canât find it in the library alone. Will you help me?
-Of course, Satan.
You both made your way to the library. When you arrived, he revealed the title of the book: "Worst Curses for Prideful Demons." The title almost made you laugh; it was clearly aimed at Lucifer.
After about half an hour of searching, you and Satan finally reached a bookshelf where the book might be. There it was, on one of the upper shelves. Both of you reached for it simultaneously, causing your bodies to collide. In an unexpected turn of events, your lips met his in a brief, accidental kiss.
He pulled back slightly, his breath still warm on your lips, his cheeks a rosy pink and his eyes wide with surprise. Before you could react, you felt his fingers intertwine with yours as he pulled you into a tight embrace.
-Iâve been wanting to do that for a long time â he whispered into your ear, holding you close.
Asmodeus
Diavolo was hosting a masquerade ball in the Devildom in a couple of weeks and it was set to be the biggest event in Devildom's history! A lot of demons were going to attend: royals, nobles and commoners alike. Though the only problem was that you still didn't have a dance partner for the event. One night just as you were about to go to bed someone barged in through the door.
-MC, sweetheart! Yours truly has come to visit you with an important question! â The fifth-born states confidently while closing the door.
-What is it, Asmo? I was going to bed... â You mutter with a tired tone.
-Will you dance with me? â The sudden question caught you off guard and your eyes widen before staring at him with a questioning look.
-What dance? â You asked, still processing his sudden entrance.
-The masquerade ball, Hun! I want you to be my partner for the ball! â You smile widely when you hear that and run up to hug him. He wraps his arms around you and holds you gently.
-So? â He asks.
-Of course! â you exclaimed.
However, there was only one problem. You didn't know how to dance. And on top of everything you were told that the dance was exceptionally complex. Just the thought of that made your head spin. When you mentioned that to Asmodeus he just smiled at you and told you not to worry. He was going to teach you the dance! And there you were.. a few days later in the living room of The House of Lamentation. Asmo was guiding you into the dance. He was dancing so effortlessly while you struggled to keep up with the intricate moves.
-One, two, three... One, two, three.. â Asmo repeated as you watched your feet.
-One, two- No, MC! The other leg! â He spoke but you stumbled upon your feet and fell into the fifth born's arms.
-MC! Be careful! â He warns when he catches you but then your lips accidentally meet his for the first time. He doesn't pull away. Instead he kissed you gently with a smirk growing on his face. His lips were moving graciously against yours. But you were too shocked to return the kiss. After it ends you look away from him in embarrassment, which earns you chuckle.
-MC... Oh my sweet MC.. why didn't you tell me you wanted to kiss? â Your cheeks take a deeper shade of pink to his words.
Beelzebub
It was late into the night. You were quietly watching an anime that Levi recommended. You made sure to be careful so you wouldn't be heard by Lucifer during one of his patrols. All of a sudden though someone walks in through the door and terror floods your expression, thinking it's Lucifer who somehow heard the sound from the anime. You quickly cover yourself but you quickly realise it was unnecessary when a large hand pats over the blankets.
-MC? Are you awake? â The voice of the sixth-born echoes through the room quietly and you sigh in relief when you recognize whose it is.
-Beel! You scared me! I thought it was Lucifer! â You snap at him while making sure to keep your voice down.
-He finished the patrol one hour ago. I assume he is either asleep or doing work in his room at the moment. â Beelzebub explains and you nod as a sign that you understand.
-Alright. Anyway, Beel. What are you doing here at this hour?
-I was hungry and I decided to bake some sweets. I just thought you would want to help me. â the orange haired demon murmurs.
-I would love to help! â You answer him happily.
About 20 minutes later you find yourself in the kitchen with Beelzebub. You are at your fifth attempt at making cookie dough, because Beel had finished the previous batches before you could even tell him to sample them. And the fifth attempt is the lucky one! Beel has kept his hands to himself the whole time while you were making the dough.
-Vanilla extract right? â Beel asks as he looks at the almost-ready-to-bake dough.
-I'll get it. â You respond and reach for the vanilla extract in the cupboard. After you take it, it accidentally slips out of your hands and falls on the floor. Fortunately the little container was plastic and it didn't break or spill. You bend down, reaching to get it when suddenly the sixth-born's lips meet yours. You immediately pull away and look at him with flushed cheeks. Turns out you were so focused on the little container of vanilla extract that you didn't notice Beel who also had bent down to get it after it fell and there you were. Gazing at Beel whose cheek color was matching yours and you two had just shared a soft first kiss. The scent of chocolate and dough filled the kitchen, along with the warmth of the oven, which was ready for baking.
-MC, I don't think I'm that hungry anymore. â Beelzebub whispers to you, which makes you blush even more, realising that all this time he was hungry for a kiss. Not for chocolate chip cookies.
Belphegor
You were walking down the hallway to your next class at RAD when you heard the seventh-born's voice echo through the hallway.
-MC! There you are! Could I talk to you for a bit?
You turn to face him and wait for him to walk up to you.
-Yeah? What's up? â you question.
-Are you free tonight? Tonight there is going to be a big starfall in the Devildom and I was wondering if you'd want to watch it together? â He asks, looking at you with a hopeful look.
-Of course! I haven't witnessed a starfall in a long time! âYou state in excitement.
-Great! I will see you in the planetarium after dinner! âThe excitement in Belphegor's eyes to watch a starfall with you makes your heart melt.
When dinner time comes you're already impatient for the starfall and barely manage to sit through the whole dinner. Afterwards you rush to the planetarium and see Belphegor napping quietly on a fluffy blanket that's spread on the floor with candles surrounding it. They are giving a cozy glow and warmth. The thought that Belphie did all of this for you makes you happy.
-Belphie, I'm here. â You say in an attempt to wake him up. Though he shows no signs of doing so. You walk up to him and sit on the blanket. Chuckling to the cute sight of the youngest sleeping so peacefully you lay down and watch the sky, waiting for the starfall. After a few minutes you feel commotion and turn to look at Belphegor who seems to have woken up.
-Hm? MC? Why didn't you say you arrived? â He questions.
-When I came you were sleeping and if I tried to wake you you wouldn't even move, so I decided to let you sleep. â You explain to the demon while he rubs his eyes.
You and Belphegor talk while waiting for the starfall to begin. After a few minutes you notice something moving in the sky and as you were leaning on both your arms you move one of them to point out the beginning of the starfall.
-Belphie! Look!
Unexpectedly though you lose balance and fall onto Belphegor who was following where your finger was pointing at the sky. Your lips meet his as he catches you. He takes a breath and kisses you gently before you pull away to see him flustered after your first kiss.
-You know... People say if you make a wish on a shooting star your wish comes true. I wished that someday I would gain the courage to kiss you. Turns out luck is on my side today. â Belphegor says quietly as your cheeks turn into a deeper shade of pink. And there you were with Belphegor after sharing a kiss under the night sky during a starfall, surrounded by candles and a cozy atmosphere.
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idk this might be kinda too specific but like imagine the twst mc isnât a prefect but a magic user aswell and theyâre just some normal student in nrc but they keep using magic excessively and their magic pen is like so so dark and their housewarden s/o is like âyou should stopâ and yhe mc is like ânoâ so then the housewarden like fucks them for the whole day so they can stop using magic for the time being
â> minors dni. hardcore smut ig ? all chars aged up, all of them being absolutely meanies.
an - lets give this guy an applause đŁïžâŒïž I was running out of ideas and you saved me 𫶠I donât have a bunch of time, so instead Iâll do Leona only since he seems like the right call. Its pretty long, sorry I couldnât do more </3 ily tho ! buybyeee and enjoy !
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Pent up frustration that didnât let him sleep, the fact that you look so tired and miserable because of your magic pisses him off. To him, heâs the one thats supposed to take care of you, for some reason he cares about you more than any other. Then he has an idea.
After a long day, Ruggie walks up to you, poking your shoulder with a cheeky grin. âHey, Y/N! Leona wants you to go to the botanical garden with him.â He tells you, you raise an eyebrow âWhat for? He always tells me to leave when I go with him.â Ruggie shrugs. âI donât know, but I think its something serious.â Upon those words, you decided to take care of it.
You leave to the botanical garden, where you find the hidden space Leona always resides in. In which, when you enter, he instantly jumps on you, pressing you onto the ground. âWhat the hell do you think your doing?â He says harshly. Youâre stunned âWhy is he acting like this?â You never see him like this. You frown âIf this is about the magic thing, forget about it.â You say, turning around, about to crawl away, when you feel him put his hand on your head, instantly pressing your head down onto the grass. âLe-Leona, what are you doing?!â You yell, startled as he covers your mouth. He looks down at you with an angry expression.
âIâm going to fuck some sense into you, thats what.â
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Your clothes on the floor, his hands spreading your legs open. Everything was so.. exciting.. He had ripped of your clothes and his clothes alongside that. The pool of warmth that was in the pit of your stomach had now traveled down to your legs, Leonaâs precum covering your wet lips, tongue lapping over them.
Everything felt so warm, your juices soon covering his mouth, and then helping his rock hard cock slip into you, all your thoughts getting fucked out when his first thrust registers into your body, legs bent onto his shoulders and claws holding your thighs open.
âfuckâ how are you- god damn it your so tightâ he groans out, long hair stuck onto his sweaty face. He missed this, YOU missed this, the feeling of his hips rutting into yours, the way youâd feel full with his cock, as if youâd just eaten a full course of food. It was too fucking good, too good. Its like the both of you became two wild animals in heat, you couldnât say much about him though, he was technically one with the way he was acting.
âLeo- Leona- Ngh.. stop it.. I have to.. give me my pen b-â Your cut of by your own moan, the feeling of your pens cold magical stone pressing onto your clit, bundle of nerves causing your back to arch and a dam to open inside of you as Leona releases his own batch.
Your legs felt like as if theyâd been liquified.. a little.. too.. liquified?
âleona..â
âYeah?â
âYou put a spell on me didnât you?â
âSure did, bunny.â He responds, kissing your forehead and covering your naked body with his blanket, leaving you to rest inside his room.
All the black ink was gone by the time he came back.
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Hey there! Howâs it going? If I may, can I request some headcaons on the obey me brothers trying to seduce MC? Please and thank you!
These guys have to literally take a 'seductive speechcraft' class at RAD, in theory they should be good at seducing, in practice not so much
Warning: slightly NSFW
Obey me brothers trying to seduce MC
Lucifer
He keeps it simple. He doesn't see the point of doing complicated mind games when he knows that MC will choose him. That's not to say he won't try to win MC over or make them feel special.
Between Lucifer encouraging MC to be bolder when it comes to their advances and his confidence there isn't anything that could go wrong, in his mind at least.
He is often assertive in a way that would make MC feel like being swooped off their feet while still leaving room for them to refuse. He will make sure they know he will take care of all of their desires.
He often invites them over, either to his study room or the music room to spend some time alone together where he can be more forward.
Mammon
Mammon is really smooth when it comes to flirting and seducing, just not when it comes to MC.
He is too caught up between being a tsundure and just being genuinely worried about making them uncomfortable by being too forward. Still, after a while he will get over some of his worries, he is MC's first man after all!
He is one of the most sought after models in the entire Devildom, he knows how to use his looks in his favour and how to get people's attention, especially MC's.
With how much time he spends with them, Mammon knows how to make MC feel like they are the only person that matters to him and to make them think about only him.
That also includes what words to say and in what way too touch them. Still, he always leaves it up to MC to decide if they want to take it further. He will let them take control so they could go at their own pace.
Leviathan
Tries to think of it like MC is a love interest in a video game, otherwise he would never be able to do it.
Tries to kabedon MC and it works at first, until he realizes how close the two of them are and panics.
Depending on the MC, his cringefail personality and being borderline pathetic and endearing at the same time would probably do the trick and seduce them imeanitworkedonme
Still, he has his moments where he can be more dominant! Especially if it would be in a virtual world, where he is more in his element. Sure, he would still be nervous but he would actually manage to flirt with MC.
To add to the previous point, he actually did that in a devilgram, where he lowered one of the sits in the car and told MC he could be in charge too.
Also I am sure he has at least 3 slutty cosplays. All he needs is a little bit of courage and he could use them.
Satan
A really by the book approach, the type of thing you would see in books. He has a lot of connections but most of them were not made by seducing other demons.
His attempts would be a bit awkward at first, feeling a little bit too stiff, but after observing to what MC responds the best he will start to get better at it.
Does MC respond better to words? Well he doesn't have high grades in seductive speechcraft for nothing. He knows how to get MC wrapped around his finger. Starting from innocent remarks to comments that would leave MC's imagination run wild.
Do they like physical touches more? He may be a little bit more awkward but nothing that MC would notice.
He is probably experimenting with new feelings too, cause seducing MC, someone he actually fell for, is way more different than his normal seductive speechcraft.
Asmodeus
Literally the best, that's his whole thing. Sure he has his eyes to help him, but he has been a lust demon for a long time, he knows how to seduce someone without magic. And like Mammon, he knows how to use his body to get other people's attention towards him and his body.
Has the best combination of lingering touches that just leave you wanting for more and of words the can be left up for interpretation, really making MC think that they want Asmo even without all the seduction.
He knows just from looking at MC's slightest change of reactions when to stop or when to push forward. He knows how far he can go with exploring their body without ruining the sexual tension. He would get them so riled up that MC would be the one initiating anything. In his mind he is just giving them a little push.
He also loves to tease them throughout the day only to disappear, leaving them wanting for more. He doesn't need to even see to know that he is all they can think about.
Beelzebub
I will be sincere, I don't think he really knows how to seduce people in the traditional sense. He would probably seduce MC by accident.
He would just call them in order to record his workout routine and when MC would get there he would be shirtless and sweaty, and they would have to sit behind a camera filming a shirtless Beel literally flexing his muscle
He would also lick food right off MC if they happened to drop some on themself. He literally licked wiped cream off MC's fingers in season 2.
He does all of these things by accident, and while he may be oblivious and not the best at seducing he isn't dumb. He will see how MC reacts and will start doing these things more often.
He would probably make them help him with his workout so MC could really get close to him to see and touch his muscles. post work out sex I am just saying
Belphegor
He really takes advantage off all the time cuddling with MC to see how far he can go when it comes to touching them, while still making sure they are comfortable.
It starts either with a hug from behind when MC is doing something else or with simple cuddles. His hands will start to wonder just slightly under their shirt or just barely over their thighs all while trying too see their reaction.
Everything he would say would be done so either with his face in the crook of their neck or as a whisper near MC's ear. It probably just be normal stuff at first, but the more he sees MC get into it the more he will start going about what he would actually want to do with them.
It's a really slow process but the little shit knows how to use his words and from what started as innocent cuddles it leads to MC doing nearly whatever he wants.
I also feel like he would go into their dreams and try to seduce them there too. This would led to MC having to seek Belphie out once they wake up from that dream.
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âCAUSE ITâS YOU | L.DH
TITLE: âcause itâs you PAIRING: lee haechan x fem!reader GENRE: hits different bonus, slice of life, fluff, smut, established relationship, relationship development, christmas, meeting the parents SUMMARY:  itâs been 3 years since you met, two since you started dating, but haechan still hits different. or; you and haechan spend your first real christmas together WARNINGS: smut, unprotected s*x (mc is on the pill), vibrat*r, getting caught, exhibitionism, edging, f!nger!ng, overstimulation, squ!rt!ng, dirty talk, praises, female joi, masturbati*n (f&m), voyeurism, n!pple play, the usual switchy dynamics, cheesy-romantic-love making, lots of kisses, l-bombs, aftercare, mentions of minor character death (before i get called a dumb bitch in the asks for not putting this), dealing with a loss and trauma, bi!haechanxbi!reader WC: 22.563k A/N: our favorite emotional support boyfriend is back! This was supposed to be a gift for the 4k followers this summer, but I didnât finish writing it and I decided to give you tooth-rotting Christmas fluff and smut instead of another summer (on the coaAaAast). Iâm excited and scared for this because when I was writing HD I wanted to show more after they got together (but it was too long), and then the story was such a hit (and felt complete anyway) that I wasnât sure I wanted to write another part (or it was needed). Iâm happy I didnât finish it this summer because when I sat down for that, I feared I was right; it felt plotless, and I felt I was adding nothing to the story. Until I thought of this. Iâm proud of how this came out because I feel this still has a valid plot and showcases the changes in their dynamics well. But since this is not supposed to top the original (it canât) and I see it more as a bonus thatâs optional to read, please take this as my 5k followers and Christmas gift for you! If you hated the mc in HD, this one is for you! I hope you can enjoy this, please let me know with reblogs (they help reach more people), comments and asks what you think about it! happy holidays âĄ
âWhere the hell are my panties?â You mutter under your breath as you look through the messy blankets with no success.Â
âBabe, please,â Haechan mumbles, trying to push the sheets on his body and donât freeze with each one of your tugs.Â
âYou know, youâre the reason I can never find my clothes, but you still never help me,â you groan, stopping to stare at him with your arms crossed.Â
He raises a brow, and then his usual smirk curls his lips. âThree years and I still fuck you that good, you should be grateful.âÂ
You groan loudly before grabbing your pillow and hitting his face, eliciting a loud grunt. âYouâre so annoying!âÂ
âDamn, laugh a bit,â he jokes, wrapping his hands around your body and pulling you flat on top of him. Youâre face to face, his sleepy golden-brown eyes staring into yours and his lips pouting to leave wet kisses on your face.Â
âHyuck,â you complain, trying to pull away, but he flips you over, trapping you against the mattress, and going on with his sweet torture.Â
âWhat? Youâre not in a rush anymore,â he whispers as his kisses get less messy and move down on your body. âCanât be lazy with me some more?â He lifts his hand up and you see heâs holding your panties.Â
You gasp offended and he bursts out laughing. âYou traitor! I went insane for five minutes trying to look for them!âÂ
âItâs funny seeing you do that every time.âÂ
You pout. âI hate you.âÂ
But Haechan smiles and leans in to leave a peck on your lips. âI love you, too.âÂ
âGive me them!â You scream, grabbing his hand and stealing your panties. âI wanted to make you breakfast, but no, you had to waste my time.â You push him off of you, and he just rolls to the side without complaining, still smiling as he follows you with his gaze. âNow youâll have to wait.âÂ
He chuckles, moving to get comfy in the warmth of the bed. âFine by me, Iâll wait.âÂ
You canât hide the smile on your face, but you try to donât show it by looking down, letting your hair cover your face, and pretending to be busy with your clothes.Â
Haechan gets you now. He knows why you were always in a rush and that you donât need to be anymore. He knows that now, behind your rush, thereâs not the need to be as far away from him as possible but to prepare your favorite breakfast and slump in bed together to eat it. Itâs just a habit you two picked. He learned you need habits; small things that keep you grounded, small moments you can always count on, and he doesnât mind it. Actually, he likes it too, you are the calmness he needs in his rough sea.Â
âWant me to help?â He asks once youâre done, ready to go in the kitchen.Â
âNo, I want to surprise you today. Stay here, Iâll be back soon,â you reply, smiling and sending him a kiss that he grabs swiftly before bringing it to his lips, making you chuckle.Â
Iâll be back soon.Â
It sounds wild in his ears if he thinks that just two years ago, every time you walked out of that door, he feared you werenât going to come back. Itâs even more insane when he stops and thinks you two are making it work. Looking back at your failed relationships, itâs safe to say that you both donât strike as types to make a story last.Â
Yet, here you are. On the bed, eating breakfast while you discuss your plans for the day. And then youâre in the bathroom, brushing your teeth side by side, playfully fighting to have access first in front of the small sink, and then youâre in the shower, no funny business, just a quick wash before going out. Lastly, in your bedroom, youâre getting dressed to go out, picking each otherâs fits, and finishing the last touches.Â
Everything in your house. The one you two now share.Â
Moving in felt like a sudden move, and when the moment came, Haechan had been the one who tried to stick to his old habits, too afraid that such a big change was going to scare you away. But Mark and Minjeong got more serious, and Haechan was always at your place anyway (to avoid suffocating so Mark wouldnât hear every time you fucked). Also, as much as you loved the company of the couple, you two needed time alone, so he moved in five months ago.Â
But all his worries got flushed away pretty soon. You needed stability and your habits, the small things that made you feel grounded. And since you had come to terms with his feelings for him, moving in only solidified your relationship because you could have all that. There was nothing left of the insecurity of your friends with benefits phase, there was something that was planting its roots to grow strong. Â
Your place is still a temporary solution before looking for something nicer (not bigger, for now, the only family expansion plans are plants, a cat, and a dog).Â
But itâs yours. The same house you built so hard, the one you kept secret like an oath, the one he couldnât even step foot inside, is now his too. Thereâs his guitar in a corner of the living room, his computer next to yours, and the game console under the TV. His clothes beside yours in the closet, his shoes in the hall right next to yours, and his jacket at the entrance. The lamps you bought together, the plants you picked together, and even a big photo of you two framed above the television; Johnny took it without you noticing, and it quickly became your favorite, so itâs there, to let everyone know who lives there.Â
And most importantly, thereâs Haechan. Thereâs his laugh, filling your nights and days that used to be empty. There are his failed attempts at cooking. The books he tries to read every night, with no success, while you read yours. Just for him to end up with his head on your lap as your fingers run through his hair and you read yours out loud. Thereâs him hyping you up as you run on your treadmill, dancing and singing around you because thatâs training too. Finally, thereâs a beating heart to listen to as you fall asleep between two arms that hold you.Â
âI canât believe you donât have Christmas decorations.â This is the tenth time Haechan makes that comment as you walk around the store with the cart almost full of Christmas stuff, and you can only roll your eyes at it. âIâm sorry, babe, but⊠why?âÂ
âI had nothing to celebrate,â you reply, stopping to look at the garlands, inspecting which one is better.Â
âNot even last year?âÂ
âWe were at your place, and usually Johnny drags me with his family, he knows I will fall into a vertigo of depression if Iâm not distracted during this time,â you reply. Itâs not painful to talk about it, but Haechan can hear the subtle shift in your voice and the way your eyes avoid his. He learned how to study your smallest reaction, it was the only way he could get deep into you, even after you started being serious, it wasnât so easy for you to open up.Â
âIf you donât want to, we can donât celebrate,â he says, trying to meet your eyes, and when he does, theyâre wide open.Â
âWhy? Iâve got you now,â you say, lifting in front of his face the two garlands you picked, putting the right one in the cart once he points at it. âFuck my family, Iâm not alone anymore. And I donât want to be sad, I want to celebrate, and make my little traditions, have our Christmas.âÂ
A small chuckle leaves his lips at your words, but then he gets serious again. âAre you sure? I always fear you push your limits for me, and I donât want you to break ââÂ
You stop him with a wave of hand. âHyuck,â you say, smiling at him. âIâm fine. Iâm better than Iâve ever been. I want this to be special. Iâm not making your family come over to an empty house for the holidays.âÂ
His eyes widen. âWait, youâre sure about that too? My mom tends to get carried away and she just ââÂ
âOh, oh, Lee Donghyuck, are you perhaps the scared one?â You ask with a teasing smirk on your face and burst into a laugh when he blushes and turns his head low. âOh my God, you are scared of this. Youâre shitting yourself, just like when I proposed to move in with me.â You nudge him, but he slaps your arm away playfully, and then you start walking again. âConfess, you liked me better when I was the one that ran away.âÂ
âGod no, any version of you, but never the one that slips from my fingers with no warning. It was traumatic,â he confesses, thereâs a smile on his face, but in his eyes, you see that thinking about it still hurts him a bit, and youâre so deeply sorry.Â
âPromise, never again,â you say, kissing his cheek. âSo, tell me, whatâs so scary about your family?âÂ
He sighs, rubbing his temples before you both look on the shelves to pick the decorations to put on the garlands. âTheyâre loud and loudâŠÂ and loud.âÂ
You chuckle, shaking your head. âI like that. What do they do? Talk a lot? Sing a lot?âÂ
âSing a lot? You donât want to know what we used to do. One year my sister even had a wardrobe of costumes to perform in front of us, I feared Mariah Carey was going to lose her yearly check.âÂ
You laugh at the image. And then caress his face. âMe, my brother, and Johnny used to do that too. Not with the costumes, I confess we werenât at those levels, but nobody, I swear nobody, not even the pissy neighbor, could take away our performance. It was unfair because they would always make me play the elf, I was too short between those two giants,â you scoff, rolling your eyes before your laugh gets loud again when you remember something. âOne year my brother almost got grounded because he had painted my face green using our momâs make-up, it was so funny. She was so mad, but he couldnât stop laughing because of me and Johnny.âÂ
Haechan laughs too, looking at you with softness in his eyes. Youâre happy. Youâre talking about your brother with a smile on your face, thereâs no sign of a small twitch of your lips or the nervous playing with your fingers, just a genuine smile on your face. And you talk about him a lot, all the stupid things you used to do together, all the times he had your back, or when a song, movie, or book reminds you of him. A few months ago, you even showed him a photo book you kept stored under your bed and you talked for hours, some tears fell on your cheeks, but they were different from all the ones before. And Haechan is so happy to see you like this, to feel like your brother is still here with you, now that you donât act like his death never happened, or his entire existence never happened.Â
âThe three of you were a menace. How did your families survive?âÂ
âI donât know,â you giggle, looking at him, and smiling fondly. âI mean, without us, their lives wouldâve been so boring. We always put a smile on their faces,â you say, and then sadness flashes in your eyes for a bit, but you wipe it away quickly. âYou know, I wish that didnât break my family apart. I wish my parents wouldâve, Iâm not saying I wanted them to fear losing me too, but at least cared about me more. Put the pride aside and welcome me back in, instead of pushing out their only child. I wish I could have them with me, laughing about the past⊠I mean, itâs not easy, and you know that I wasnât like this until a year ago, but⊠donât they feel like theyâre grieving me too? I think I could still make them smile, I have so many stories about my brother that I havenât told them yet. He could still live through us.âÂ
âI think they need more time,â Haechan says, reaching your hand thatâs standing on the bar of the cart, rubbing your palm with his thumb like he always does when you need support. âBut they will search for you again, more than the five texts you share in a year.âÂ
When he tells you that, youâre reminded of something you forgot to tell him a few days ago. âMy mom sent me a recipe the other day, I thought she wanted to send it to one of her friends, but she wanted to send it to me.âÂ
âSee? Itâs a step forward unless she was foreshadowing that sheâs going to kill you and cook you in the oven,â he jokes, making you laugh as you playfully push him away.Â
âYouâre always so stupid. Help me pick the last things, come on,â you say, changing the subject.
Yes, you can talk about this more freely, but you still need to chew on it, taking small bites, or else youâll choke.Â
You walk out of the kitchen with two hot mugs in your hands, just to find Haechan blankly staring at all the boxes on the floor with a confused expression, and you roll your eyes. âWhat now?âÂ
He lifts his head, walking toward you to grab his mug and leave a peck on your lips as a âthank youâ before he replies. âDonât you think we went just a bit overboard? Itâs too much.âÂ
âItâs not. And look, the tree is already up because youâre the best man ever and you were so quick at putting it together,â you say, batting your lashes, making him glare at you. âWhat? Canât even praise you right, now?âÂ
âIf you want my soul, Iâm sad to inform you, you already have it,â Haechan says, pulling you in a hug before he kisses you again, this time itâs longer and more passionate. You chuckle when you pull away.Â
âIt looks like itâs a lot, but itâs not,â you try to reason. âMost of these are decorations that we need to put on the tree or on the garlands that you proposed we would make, together, as a lovely, madly in love couple.âÂ
âIt wasnât that cheesy when I proposed it,â he replies, grunting and scratching the back of his head. Â
âCome on, I made you hot chocolate, and the biscuits are getting ready in the oven, weâll put on some music, and weâll have some fun,â you say, placing the cup on the coffee table to turn on the TV. âAre you sure youâre not having double thoughts about us?â You ask, stopping midway and looking as his eyes widen.Â
âWhat? Why?â His voice comes out as a high-pitched squeal as he feels panic run through his body.Â
âI donât know, I thought Christmas was your favorite holiday and I wanted it to be special. But I feel like youâre not as excited as you are for other things and maybe you feel like weâre running or somethingâŠâ you sigh. âAre you afraid I will disappoint your family? Maybe Iâm not enough â IâŠâ
âNo, God, no,â he replies, shaking his head. âItâs just a lot, and I was wondering if we could get it all done this weekend, but it has nothing to do with us,â he says, walking to you, cupping your face in his hands.
âHey, I love you, and I love this. Every little thing weâve built and weâre building together. I admit Iâm afraid for my family. Not a single ex-boyfriend or ex-girlfriend of mine ever met my parents so, yeah, this is a pretty big and scary step, but itâs with you. And truth be told, Iâm not afraid because I donât think this is serious, or because I think they wonât like you, confession time, my mom loves you already,â he says with a smile on his face. âIâm more scared you wonât like them, and well, that they will scare you away. I know you made some big steps forward, but⊠you still have your fears, and we both know sometimes they take over and sometimes you fall back into old habits. And itâs fine with me, I know how to deal with them and take care of you, but in this case, itâs not in my power, I canât control them, and what if they say something wrong? What if they ask the wrong questions? I ââ
You shut him with a kiss, pulling him close by the long hair covering his neck. âYou sound just like me,â you joke, pulling away. âI know you donât have control over them, I donât need you to have it. I hope they can become my family too, and Iâm ready to let them in, step by step. Iâm so happy you worry so much about me, but I have it under control,â you laugh lightheartedly. âI donât snap anymore when my brother is brought up, I donât lie anymore, and I donât run away. You taught me to always face my fears, right? And thatâs what Iâm doing. Maybe not all at once. Surely, I will need you to back me up at some point of the night, but Iâve got it, and Iâve got you, and⊠Iâm ready.âÂ
The look in his eyes feels like home and so does the warm smile on his face. âI love you so much. Iâm so proud of you, I canât even explain it in words,â he says, kissing you again.Â
âI know you are,â you reply, caressing his face. âI mean, the fact youâve been keeping up with me for three years says it all.âÂ
âTwo,â he replies.Â
âNahâah, youâve been keeping up with my mood swings and fucked up coping mechanisms since you fucked me in your car, or maybe even since we talked that night. I mean, that was my first lie to you, soâŠâÂ
He chuckles, nodding in agreement. âMhh, maybe I should take you out tonight and make a stop there, our parking spot. Wouldnât it be romantic?âÂ
âMhh, yes, and then we can even smoke weed,â you add, laughing with him. âBut I doubt weâll be free from the Christmas tasks, so maybe next time?âÂ
âYes, Miss. If my agenda is not booked, Iâll find a spot to slip you in,â he jokes before leaving a peck on your forehead and stepping back, going back to the boxes on the floor.Â
You canât control the smile on your face as you stare at him. This is your first holiday together and even if it has been a hell of a month for you in these past few years, you feel your heart explode with happiness right now. After everything he has done for you, you feel like you can finally pay him back, and do something that makes him happy. Haechan always told you how much he loves Christmas. Since he was a child, he felt that, after a year of sacrifices, his family could be together with fewer worries. It didnât matter if there werenât many gifts under the tree or no gifts at all, he was happy because his parents didnât have to work, and they could pretend life wasnât so hard for at least a few days. He also told you he loved how the cities would light up, and everything seemed better.Â
âWill you help with the lights, or do I have to do it by myself?âÂ
You shake your head out of your thoughts and look up at him, shrugging. âNo intention of doing so.âÂ
âOh, come on, I will end up tangled in this mess,â he whines, pouting and looking at you with those big eyes you canât resist.Â
âFine, but just because I really like you,â you say, walking to him, grabbing the other end of the lights.Â
âOnly like me?â He pouts as you both start walking around the tree, parting the branches to fit the lights in between them.Â
âMhh, sometimes I feel like I can barely stand you, so yeah, maybe liking you is too much, sorry about that,â you joke, making him scoff.Â
Setting up the place with decorations was the plan, but with Haechan you learned nothing goes as planned. Youâve gotten used to it, it doesnât trigger you anymore, not that much, especially when you find yourself in this situation. Laying on the floor with him on top of you, kissing along your jaw as his hand creeps under your sweatpants to reach your panties. Thatâs another thing youâve gotten used to, the way, after years, you two still canât keep your hands off each other. Itâs surely different from what it was before, thereâs no more fear, anger, and destructive passion when you two have sex, but the chemistry is still the same, just healthier.Â
âHyuck,â you moan when his finger teases your clit and slit, forcing your head to roll back on the cold hard ground. You couldâve easily moved this to the couch, but it was just easier to be there where you two ended up, the red decorations resting to the side, waiting to be finished. In your defence, you are almost halfway done; the tree is almost done, the small Santa clauses, reindeer, and trees are placed here and there on the shelves, and the strings of lights are running from corner to corner of the living room.Â
âYouâre so wet,â Haechan teases, trails of wet kisses painting your face before reaching your pouting lips, âI wonder why,â he jokes, his typical smirk sitting on his face as he looks at your face.Â
Another thing you learned by dating Haechan, is that you will never get bored. Heâs always thinking about something, coming up with ideas, planning things. Heâs not much different from you after all, he simply doesnât look over a plan more than twice (sometimes he doesnât even get to the second time). This time itâs not any different. He was looking at you like a puppy that canât wait to bite a bone, jumping on his seat on the floor as you two decorated with Christmas music filling the background. You know his eyes; when he looks at you without saying a word and just waits for you to catch up as if you can read his mind. You donât get why he does it since heâs so impatient and surely not shy, but he finds it entertaining for some reason and you play along.Â
âWhat?â You had asked, struggling to hide the amused grin on your face when his lips curved in a smile.Â
âWant to try something new?âÂ
Those five words, followed by a bet to see how long you would last with a small bullet vibrator inside of you before begging for him to give you more, are the reason youâre so wet. You thought it would be funny and he would go gentle on you, but you were so wrong. And it took you less than fifteen minutes to beg for him to make it stop.Â
âDonât be so mad, Iâm giving you what you want,â he pouts, kissing your puckered lips over and over.Â
âYouâre not. Youâre teasing, like always,â you groan.Â
âAm I?â he grins, pushing your hair back as he stares into your deadly glare. âFine,â he groans, rolling his eyes back before bringing them back to you. âWhat do you want?âÂ
Another loud grunt slips past your lips, but you quickly force words to come out. âYour fingers, please,â the last word is filled with sarcasm, and he gives you a stern glare at which you only shrug.Â
âYouâre such a brat,â Haechan mocks, quickly flicking his fingers on your clit, watching with amusement as your eyes roll back and your teeth trap your lips to stop the loud moan to come out. âIs this enough?âÂ
âNo,â you whine. âTake the toy out and fuck me,â you order, but you only get a mocking laugh in reply.Â
âSo bossy today. I let you decide so much already, I think you can leave this to me, uhm,â he teases as his fingers keep moving on your clit without giving you more.Â
You sigh defeated and relax, your shoulders drop back as you decide to just enjoy the sensation of his stimulation, the filling of the toy, and the light vibrations.Â
Just as heâs about to give you what youâve been asking for, the loud sound of the doorbell stops you two in your tracks.
âDid you order something?â Haechan asks, hand still buried in your pants but still.Â
You shake your head, shrugging, thinking itâs nothing and ready to beg him to keep going, but the bell rings again and you huff loudly.Â
âThe neighbor?â Haechan tries to guess again.
âSheâs out, she told me a few days ago, it canât â oh, goddamn,â you huff when it rings again.Â
But your doubts are soon answered when the front door swings open and your heart jumps in your throat.Â
âIs it possible that you two never hear the bell ring?âÂ
âJohnny!â You scream, pushing Haechanâs hand away and him off your body roughly, trying to fix yourself the best you can and get on your feet.Â
âOh, sorry,â your best friend looks at your dishevelled look with a grin on his face. âInterrupted something?âÂ
You groan and simply throw a pillow at him in response, but it does him no harm as he quickly catches it even if he only has one hand free.Â
âNo, we were decorating.â Haechan tries to save the situation, but you know itâs useless as you roll your head back and sigh again. Johnnyâs not dumb, unfortunately. Â
âOh, is it a new slang? I didnât know we call it like that nowadays, interesting,â he teases, walking toward the couch. âI always learn new things from you two.â He kisses your forehead, and you donât even push him away, but rub your eyes when he passes over you to greet your boyfriend.Â
âYou canât just burst in with no warning,â you sigh, turning around, watching as he studies the mess in the living room as if itâs his place.Â
âI rang three times, not my fault your boyfie didnât think of pulling his hand out of your pants,â he shrugs before lifting his head and smiling at you.Â
âIâll change the code, I swear,â you threaten, rubbing your temples.Â
âAnd I will still know it in case of an emergency. Just because you got yourself the love of your life it doesnât mean you downgrade me, hey!âÂ
Another loud annoyed sound comes out of your mouth, and you swiftly catch Haechan going red in the face after Johnnyâs words, but you shake it off. âYou wait for us to answer.âÂ
âYou couldâve said âIâm comingâ or âwait a secondâ, you know? Thatâs what normal people do,â he reminds you, placing the bags heâs carrying on the floor to take off his coat, and placing it on the couch.Â
âShe swears itâs people that want to sell you something, so she looks out of the peephole and then pretends sheâs not home,â Haechan explains.Â
âBullshits, she wanted to leave her best friend to freeze to death in the corridor,â he dramatizes, lifting a hand on his forehead and faking passing out on the couch.Â
âYouâre so dramatic,â you groan. âWhat do you even want?âÂ
âItâs been two weeks since weâve seen each other, and this is how you greet me?â He gasps offended.Â
âDonât laugh,â you say to Haechan, who immediately stops laughing and apologizes with a shrug. âIâm sorry. How can we help, my dearest friend?âÂ
âFake,â Johnny gags. âBut I brought you two something,â he says, patting the space on the couch for you to sit and then lifting two bags.Â
âChristmas is two weeks away,â you say. You already have your gifts, of course you do, but you still need to wrap them up like you want to. So, you hope these are not your presents because you wouldnât be ready to give him yours.Â
âI know, itâs not a Christmas gift, itâs just a gift.âÂ
Haechan raises a brow. âFor us?âÂ
âYes,â he replies. âThe first one is from my mom, itâs a cake.âÂ
âYou shouldâve said that right away,â you say, grabbing the box from his hands. âItâs so pretty, and itâs going to taste so good. Thank her!âÂ
âAbout that, you can do that if you come to my place tonight. I told her you wonât be with us this Christmas, she had a mental breakdown, so please, can you two donât fuck tonight and come to my place?âÂ
âWeâre not perverts, you know,â Haechan scoffs.Â
âNot sure about that,â Johnny mumbles, and your boyfriend slaps his arm. âWhat? You two were never able to keep your hands off each other.âÂ
âLook at him, rewriting history. You didnât notice we were fucking until she told you!âÂ
âTell him, Hyuck,â you back him up from the kitchen where youâre placing the cake so it can be safe from the mess of the other room.Â
âFine, but I still know you two couldnât keep your hands off each other. Anyway, can we focus? The sooner Iâll leave, the faster youâll go back to what you were doing.âÂ
âYeah, thatâs â oh,â you stop, eyes widening when you hear the vibrations pick up again. âWeâll come.âÂ
âIâm sure we will,â Haechan mutters under his breath and you glare at him, silently telling him to donât even think about it, but he only smiles smugly and shrugs.Â
You clear your throat, trying to walk back to the couch as if nothing is going on, and urge Johnny to finish this soon.Â
âAnd this is a bag full of things my mom wanted you to have,â he says, handing you the other. âI donât think itâs necessary anymore, you two got yourself a lot of things, but yeahâŠâÂ
You grab it with shaky hands and look inside.Â
âWill she cry?â Haechan asks, and at the same time, you feel the vibration stop, which makes you chuckle under your breath with your head low. Itâs sweet that he thinks adding fighting an orgasm to a breakdown is not a good idea.Â
Johnny thinks about it, leaning to the side to look at you, and then hums. âProbably.âÂ
âIâll take a look at this after, so I can break down crying with him alone,â you say, getting up, and stretching your arms out to hug Johnny. Itâs your nice way to tell him youâre grateful, but also, he needs to leave. And it would work smoothly if only Haechan didnât have other plans.Â
âWe baked cookies, why donât you stay for a while? What about a cup of coffee too?âÂ
You glare at Haechan again when the vibrations start high, leaving you breathless, but quickly force yourself to smile at your friend.Â
âYes, I love cookies and coffee!â Johnny cheers, wrapping an arm around Haechan as he guides him to the kitchen.
âOf course you doâŠâ you whisper under your breath, rubbing your temples and following them in the kitchen.Â
You sit on a chair, hoping to bring yourself as little attention as possible, and that if you keep your thighs pressed enough you wonât come in your pants in front of your best friend. But Haechan is not exactly helping you, shifting the speed and waves so that you canât ever get used to the sensation.Â
âThe cookies are amazing,â Johnny moans after a bite and you try to give him a gentle smile.Â
âThanks,â you dare to speak out, surprising yourself when you do with no sign of desperation.Â
âThe place is coming together nicely, by the way,â he comments, walking to sit in front of you.Â
âWe didnât put up a lot, just the smallest things on the furniture,â Haechan comments, âand the tree, but well, we didnât put on the balls so itâs empty.âÂ
âShit,â you cry out when he rises the speed, but you quickly play it cool by holding the back of your leg, âa cramp.âÂ
Johnnyâs eyebrows are raised in suspicion, not by your poor acting, but because Haechan isnât on his knees in front of you in two seconds to make sure youâre alright, but he shrugs it away when your boyfriend asks if you need help.Â
âIâm fine,â you mutter, stretching your leg to keep playing the part and massaging the âsoreâ muscle. Â
âSo, what time should we be there tonight?â Haechan asks, and you hear heâs trying hard not to laugh.Â
âSeven, so my mom can annoy you with questions before dinner and then we can start and eat in peace,â Johnny says, thanking Haechan when he brings the coffee cup to the table.Â
âYour momâs nice,â Haechan says, âand sheâs an amazing cook. She will cook tonight, right?âÂ
âHey! Iâm good too. But yes, she insisted, so the kitchen is all hers,â Johnny huffs, âeven if I will hear her complain because my things are not where she would keep them.âÂ
You try to laugh but quickly turn it into a silent giggle when you feel you canât hold the sounds in easily anymore. Haechanâs hand is not in the pocket of his pants, busy preparing the last two cups of coffee, but the vibrations are stuck at the highest speed, and youâre squirming on the chair, nervously twitching your legs.Â
âI saw Mark and Minjeong yesterday,â Johnny changes the subject as he suddenly remembers. âWe should organize something all together before the holidays. Itâs been what? One month now, since weâve all been out together?âÂ
âWe actually hung out with them last week,â Haechan says. âThey finished remaking our old place and wanted us over.âÂ
âYâall are cutting me out of your lives, I donât like this,â Johnny complains.Â
You roll your eyes. âWeâre not,â you spit out, as fast as you can, so no shakiness slips from your lips. And then mutter a âThanks,â to Haechan when he hands you the cup and then sits next to you.Â
âItâs just because it was my place before, they wanted me to see the changes,â Haechan explains. âBut I think theyâre planning something with all of us soon. Theyâre justâŠÂ busy.âÂ
Johnny quirks a brow. âBusy like you two bunnies or busy, busy?âÂ
âShut up!â You scream, glaring at him. But can you blame him? Right now, you two are proving his point. He just doesnât know it.Â
âIâm kidding,â Johnny says, lifting his hands in the air before grabbing another cookie. âI know they are, Minjeong just changed her job, and Mark is Mark. But we should find a free weekend or something, we could even go to my beach house for New Yearâs.âÂ
âYeah, why not,â you force out, one hand slipping under the table to squeeze Haechanâs thighs, telling him to lower the speed, but itâs useless, he acts as if youâre not even there.Â
âCan I change roommate this time? This one right here is a bit too clingy,â Haechan jokes, pointing at you with his head, making Johnny laugh.Â
You force out a small laugh, rubbing your sweaty palm against your neck to fill your silence with something.Â
âMan, I really need to find somebody,â Johnny sighs heavily, letting his head fall against the table theatrically. âYou sweet couples make me feel so lonely.âÂ
âWerenât you going out with,â you stop, pretending to think of her name but, in reality, youâre trying to collect yourself and donât focus on the pulsing of your pussy. âHana?âÂ
Johnny lifts his head and pouts. âWe fucked.â He rolls his eyes. âI mean, itâs great, donât get me wrong. But Iâm too old for that, I want to settle down.â His hand points at your living room. âThat shit out there? The cheesy lovemaking while setting up the place for Christmas? The way yâall live together? I canât believe your cold-ass heart got it before me. I was Mr. Romantic, and look at me.âÂ
You chuckle tenderly, caressing his hand, trying not to make it shake. âAnd⊠will it just be sex?âÂ
âItâs not even exclusive. But it doesnât matter âcause I broke it off,â he pouts.Â
âYouâll find someone,â Haechan chimes in. âYou are husband material, itâs impossible youâll stay single much longer.âÂ
âYeah, whatever,â he scoffs before his gaze falls on the clock. âShit, Iâm late, I have to go,â he says, jumping off the chair and walking to the living room. Haechan is quicker than you at following outside, but you feel like your knees could give up in two seconds, and you keep your hands tight in a fist, leaning against the door, watching him get dressed. âThanks for the biscuits and the coffee, I had fun. See you tonight.â
âBye! See you later,â you two greet, waving with your hands after he quickly hugs and kisses you both. Â
When Johnny is out of the door, you jump on Haechan, and he laughs. âYouâre a monster. This is not funny!âÂ
âA monster? You had fun, brat,â he teases, kissing you as he lifts you, walking into the living room, this time laying you on the couch. âAnd I wonât tease you anymore, Iâll give you what you want. But then we really have to wrap something up here and then get ready for dinner.âÂ
This time heâs true to his word, quickly pulling your pants and panties down before leaning down between your legs, leaving pecks on your thighs before he kisses your clit, making your hips jolt.Â
A shaky sigh comes out of your lips when he pulls the toy out of you, leaving you empty before his fingers take its place without teasing. Your head rolls behind, this time meeting the softness of the couch, and your hands reach his arms, wrapping around them to hold onto something.Â
âYouâre even wetter now,â he teases, looking down between your legs. Your cum dripping down, making a mess on your ass and his fingers. âYouâre such a tease, you know? You canât even deny how much having people watching or listening turns you on.âÂ
You groan, hiding your face against the couch because all the teasing before already made it impossible for you to properly talk back.Â
âLook at me,â Haechan orders, but you shake your head. He scoffs, cupping your chin to turn your face around. âYouâre such a brat today.âÂ
You scoff, âme?âÂ
âYes, you,â he whispers close to your face, lips brushing against yours as a tease but leaving you without the kiss you crave so much. âThink I didnât see you before? Sitting on your heels, desperately trying to get off without me noticing,â he mocks with a chuckle. âI have to say, you were smart, talking to me and distracting me, thinking Iâm stupid. But I saw that, angel.âÂ
Your body burns up in shame, and you once again try to hide, but his hold is firm, and you soon give up.Â
âIs this what you want? Are my fingers fucking you well?â He murmurs, biting your earlobe, making you moan louder.Â
âYe-yes,â you cry out, planting your feet against the couch to have a solid hold as you grind your hips against him.Â
âLook at you,â he mocks, pulling back from your face, letting go of it to wrap a hand around your waist and push it down, eliciting another whiny complaint from you. âI guess theyâre not enough if youâre grinding on them like that.âÂ
You shake your head. âThey are, I swear,â your voice breaks when his thumb presses against your clit, and your thighs fly shut.Â
âOh no, baby,â he scolds, forcibly pushing your legs apart with his hand. âKeep those pretty legs open for me, youâre not going anywhere.âÂ
âPlease,â you cry out. âYou edged me all afternoon.âÂ
He laughs, throwing his head back. âAll afternoon? Damn, sex really gets to your brain. If itâs been an hour, itâs a lot.âÂ
You frown, trying to glare at him, but the furrow on your face only makes him smile.Â
âFine, fine. It looks like you really want to come, donât you?âÂ
âYes,â you reply weakly, but he doesnât do anything.Â
âJust a bit more. Youâre just so pretty like this. And your pussy squeezes so nicely around my fingers, these beautiful sounds,â he hums, pressing against your sweet spot, forcing more cum out of you in dirty squelches. And the lust in his voice just pushes you even closer to the edge.Â
âHaechan,â you cry out, eyes closing as your chest heavies more.Â
âUse your words, babe. You can do it.âÂ
And you would do it easily if only his fingers didnât pick up a faster rhythm, leaving you gasping for air as your eyes stare into his, the fake innocence and smugness behind them driving you insane.Â
âHyuck, please, fuck, please let me come.âÂ
âMhh, you sound so pretty,â he coos happily. âCome on, I teased you enough. Come for me.âÂ
And you do, finally letting go of all the pleasure youâve been holding in for so long; it doesnât matter if itâs the entire afternoon or just an hour. Your body trembles against his, your thighs would clench if only it wasnât for his hand keeping you spread open, and your head rolls back as loud moans slip out.Â
âFuck, youâre so hot,â Haechan moans, slowing down the pace of his fingers inside of you once he makes sure youâre done and then slowly takes them out.Â
âKiss me!â You order, pulling him closer.Â
âYouâre so bossy today,â he laughs when he moves away from the kiss, and you pout.Â
âI need you.âÂ
âYeah, I know.â He kisses you again. âLet me get out of my clothes, alright?â You hum, watching him get up to get out of his pants and underwear before trapping your body again. His lips meet yours, and your fingers run in his long hair, pulling hard enough to make him moan and rut his hips against you, but not enough to hurt him.Â
âShit, turn around,â he orders, moving back enough to give you space to move as he helps you get in the position he wants.Â
When your face presses against the couch and your hips swing side by side, you hear him inhale deeply and mumble a curse under his breath.Â
âYouâre so beautiful,â Haechan comments, hands cupping your ass before he leans in, kissing your neck.Â
âPlease, fuck me,â you beg, ordering in a whiny voice.Â
âSo fucking desperate,â he mocks, slapping your ass before placing a hand at the side of your face to keep his body up. The other grabs the base of his dick, the leaking tip pushing against your awaiting slit.
You moan shamelessly, driving your hips back, thinking heâs finally going to sink in, but he doesnât. He rubs the head on your clit, making you shiver, tremble and whine.Â
âPlease, donât,â you cry, but he only laughs mockingly at you.Â
âLook at you,â Haechan taunts. âHow long has it been? One week?âÂ
âTwo,â you mutter angrily. âTwo weeks.â Itâs not about the sex, per se, but you two have been so busy with work lately that youâve barely had time to be together. Last week, he did go down on you, but it was quick since he had a phone call, and you didnât even get the after-cuddles you love so much. Â
He snickers, throwing his head back as he keeps teasing, this time pushing the tip in and out, watching your hole stretch and then clench around nothing. âSorry, sorry. You donât want my mouth or fingers, you want my dick. Still,â he lowers, hot breath hitting your ear, âdonât you think itâs a bit pathetic after two weeks to be so desperate for me?âÂ
You shake your head, biting your lips, moving your hips to grind against him and force him inside you somehow, but all with no success.Â
âCan you humiliate yourself even more, love?â He jokes.Â
âHyuck,â you whine, searching for his hand. âYes, Iâm pathetic for you, are you happy now? Can you please fuck me? Or do I have to â fuck!â Your complaint gets shut down when he pushes into you, youâre so wet and relaxed he does it with no struggle, filling you deeply and leaving you breathless.Â
âHappy now?âÂ
You nod quickly, smiling widely but letting out no words.Â
âGood, so something does satisfy you,â he groans, head falling back as he holds onto your hips.Â
You whine, wanting to scream that anything he does satisfies you and that youâre not that greedy, but you let it slip.Â
And then it comes, his face hides in the crook of your neck and one of his arms sneaks around you, keeping you close. And you love this, it drives you crazy to know you can have the roughest sex and most mind-blowing orgasms of your life while still being loved and cherished so much. You love it so much that you donât push him away anymore, but let him sink deeper. All over you. Deep into you.Â
âHyuck,â you call out his name, hand moving behind to search for his skin, and finding an arm.Â
âI know, babe, I know.â His lips leave kisses over your jawline, biting softly every now and then, and his eyes roll back when you clench around him. âAm I fucking you good?â He hums, moving your hair away so he can see your face. âDeep and nice, just like you love it?âÂ
You nod in quick motions. Body squirming under his before it stills when you feel the toy press against your clit again and buzz against you. You let out a high-pitched cry, face pressing against the couch as your fingers fist the soft fabric. Â
âHush, babe,â Haechan whispers against your ear. âWe both know you love this.âÂ
âYes, but ââ the words die in your throat.
âBut, what?â He teases. âWhatâs wrong, honey?â He coos in a patronizing tone, and you groan.Â
He knows how easily you come when you use any type of vibrator. He has seen you come undone with them so many times youâve lost the count. And he knows itâs even worse when heâs deep inside of you, hitting all your right spots while the vibrating toy keeps stimulating your sensitive clit.Â
âYou â you know what,â you whine, trying to look back to pity him.Â
His movements stop completely, and the warmth of his body leaves you except the hand on your waist. âMh, no, I donât think I do.âÂ
You whine louder, hips jerking up to urge him to pick up his thrusts again, and he does, snapping in and out of you like before.Â
âSo, you wonât help me? Iâll have to find out the problem on my own?â He teases. âBut⊠you want this faster?âÂ
âNo!â You yelp when he puts the toy at the highest setting, making you try to close your legs but with no success. âHyuck, please,â your voice breaks, tears menacing to run down your face as you feel another orgasm build up in your stomach, fist closing incredibly tight around the pillow of the couch.Â
âOh⊠my bad. Does it make you come too easily?â Haechan says, faking a tone of surprise as he leans closer to you, finally giving you the warmth of his body again. Itâs funny how you avoided contact before, and how much you need it now.Â
 You nod swiftly, biting your lips to muffle the messy moans.Â
âAnd my baby doesnât want that?â He pouts, caressing your hair out of your forehead. âYou were so mad I edged you for so long and now you donât â fuck â want to come over and over again?âÂ
You donât answer, not with coherent words at least, and groan again.Â
âYou can take it, I know you can,â he groans, inhaling deeply as he lifts his body and throws his head back. He teases you a lot but heâs just as sensitive and desperate. Two weeks too long since he had you, and your body is so responsive, clenching and dripping around him, making him go insane too.Â
âLetâs come together, ugh?â He moans. âThen Iâll fuck my cum deep inside of you and youâll come just one last time.âÂ
A guttural moan slips from your mouth at his words, the idea of him fucking his cum into you over and over until heâll fill you up with another load driving you insane.Â
âClose,â you mutter.Â
âYeah, me too,â he groans, âcome.â
Your body lets go, orgasm setting free like a trigger, sending shivers down your spine. Your lips are free from the hold of your teeth, not caring if youâre too loud and someone might hear. It feels too good to hold back. Not only for the pleasure itself, but for the way your boyfriendâs hands run on your hot skin, how his moans and whimpers fill your ears, and especially the sensation of his cum filling you up. When his hips still against you, and his whole body presses you down, youâre still shaking from the aftermath.Â
Your eyes flutter shut when he starts moving again, barely giving you the time to come down from your high.Â
âYou feel so good, I could stay buried in this sweet pussy for days,â Haechan moans, hiding in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent deeply and leaving kisses on your skin.Â
You moan, letting your body relax to the feeling of him being all over you. One arm wrapped around your waist while his other hand roams around your body, caressing your stomach, your boobs, your thighs, everything he can find.Â
âFuck, youâre perfect,â he comments when he lifts his head, not enough to unstuck his chest from your back but enough to look at your wrecked face. âMost beautiful thing in the world.âÂ
You melt at his comments, feeling warmth in your stomach, this time not given by pleasure but love. You are loved, wholeheartedly, completely, and endlessly. Every part of you, every flaw, every masterpiece. Haechan doesnât leave anything behind. He loves you. Deeply. Constantly. Inhumanly. Because you still canât believe itâs possible for someone to love so much, especially when it comes to you. But he proves it to you every single day, from the sweet words to these passionate moments.Â
âKi-kiss me,â you mumble, pouting until his lips are on yours. The position is a bit uncomfortable but you two make it work anyway. Kissing each other over again, going from deep kisses to pecks.Â
âFuck, pretty,â he groans. âYouâre taking me so well. My dick stretching you out, my cum filling you up, so much of it weâre making a mess. You love being my messy princess, donât you?âÂ
You nod. âYes â yes, love it.âÂ
âI know, princess, I know. Dripping all the way down my balls, drooling on the couch, staining it with your pretty tears.â Now that youâve opened up to him and cried more than just once in front of him, he loves these tears even more because they are good tears, caused by him not because heâs hurting you but because heâs making you feel good. And heâs obsessed with it, with the way your eyes look. Long lashes clumped together, looking even thicker and longer.Â
Youâre about to beg him to go faster, but he obeys without you opening your mouth. Hips snapping fast against you, body pushing you even further against the soft couch.Â
A small giggle escapes your lips when his hand searches and then finds your hand, intertwining your fingers while the other cups your ass cheek before leaving a small slap.Â
âShit, ever told you I fucking love your ass?âÂ
You hum, nodding. Youâd use some words, but the bliss is too strong to let you do anything other than whimpering and moaning. Your clit is swollen, throbbing hard, extra sensitive with all the vibrations of the toy before, and each slap of Haechanâs balls against it leaves you gasping for air.Â
Your hips squirm away, thereâs not much room to go since your head is already pressed between the seat and the armrest, but you still slip a bit forward and Haechan chuckles darkly close to your ear.Â
âRunning away, sweetheart?â The condescending, saccharin-sweet tone makes more shivers run down your spine, toes curling up and stomach twisting.Â
Your head moves in incoherent movement, and your hand holds his tighter for support. You feel like your head is spinning, and if it seemed like a good idea to keep the sweater on, now it feels like hell is on your skin.Â
âYou can take it, canât you?â He asks, voice genuinely sweet this time, but his body is not more clement with you. The harsh sounds of his pounding are still filling the room, drowning out the Christmas music thatâs still playing on the TV â thank god the playlist moved to an instrumental one, or some classics would be ruined forever with these filthy moments in your mind.Â
You nod, but heâs not happy with a non-verbal question. Unless youâre fucked out, completely fucked out, he wants to hear your voice when he asks if you can take more.Â
âWords. I need words,â Haechan reminds you a bit more sternly, and you whine. âCome on, talk now, âcause soon that pretty mouth of yours will be stuffed full.âÂ
With the risk of choking on your own saliva, you let out a barely audible âyes.âÂ
âGood girl, thatâs my good girl,â he praises with a long hum, caressing your burning hot cheek before ordering you around again. âOpen those pretty lips for me, will you?âÂ
You obey with no hesitation, ready to take anything he gives you. And when two fingers press down your tongue your mouth immediately closes to suck on them, eyes fluttering shut, pussy clenching around him and ass arching up.Â
âFuck, knew you wouldâve loved this,â he groans.Â
Over the years, you realized Haechan loves doing this. To you, itâs funny because he rarely lets you go down on him, always whining because he has to eat you out, so 80% of the time, when itâs time for oral, youâre always on the receiving end. You donât complain, you honestly think itâs a blessing heâs so obsessed with eating you out, but you donât understand why heâs obsessed with watching you suck his fingers and not as obsessed with watching you suck his cock.
His moans get louder and whinier and you feel your stomach turn upside down and your core get even wetter. You almost bite him when his other hand moves from your hips to your clit, rubbing it, making you arch your ass up at the overstimulation.Â
Your wet eyes look up at him, begging him for release, but thereâs not much to beg since youâre squeezing him, and heâs overstimulated too.Â
When his fingers leave your mouth, you gasp, taking in all the air, and start slurring his name. âHyuck, Hyuck, please, wanna â wanna come, please.âÂ
He leans down, kissing you. Itâs a messy, wet kiss, with lips and teeth clashing, and your hand desperately reach for his body. âCome with me, princess. You deserve it.âÂ
The orgasm breaks through you, a tingling sensation of pleasure running through your bones making you squirm against his body pressing you down. With one last strong thrust inside of you, you canât control the jet of liquid squirting out of you.Â
A string of curses comes out of you, but Haechan is quick at shutting it up with more messy kisses and quick movements to ride the pleasure out. âItâs alright, youâre alright, youâre alright, babe. Shh, calm down, itâs fine. You did great.âÂ
Your body slumps against the fabric and you let the warmth of his skin warm you up as you come down from the high. Haechan never stops whispering sweet words in your ear, kissing and caressing you, as he slowly â and reluctantly â pulls out of you.Â
âFuck,â he murmurs when cum starts spilling out of you. âWe made a mess.âÂ
You chuckle, shrugging. âWeâll clean it up,â you say. âLater.âÂ
He laughs, but turns you around, after laying against the backrest, pulling you close to him. âWant some well-deserved cuddles?âÂ
âYes please.â
âWill you see whatâs in the bag?â Haechan asks when he comes out of your bedroom, all cleaned up after the shower you quickly took together, and sees you stare down at the brown bag Johnny brought.Â
You shrug. You donât know whatâs inside, you could barely get a glimpse when you peeked before, but something makes you fear there will be too many memories, and youâre not sure youâre ready for them all.Â
Your head turns around when you feel the couch bend with Haechanâs weight, and it immediately finds his shoulder to rest. His arm wraps around you, sneaking under your sweater to rub your skin, and you sigh.Â
âYou donât have to, not right now,â he whispers, kissing the top of your head. Â
âBut I do, I have to see her tonight, and I want to thank her.âÂ
âOkay but if anything triggers you, promise me youâll stop?âÂ
âPromise,â you reply and then you flip it over on the floor. You can feel Haechanâs persistent gaze on you and you feel some sadness wash over you, but you feel fine for now. And then a smile appears on your face.Â
âI didnât know she had our socks,â you say, grabbing the red stockings with reindeer and elves, and studying them. The fabric itâs a bit ruined over time, but they still look the same, and you can still picture them hanging, either on Johnnyâs fireplace or on the furniture your family put them on. Your fingers graze over your brotherâs name and you smile fondly. âCan we hang them? So I⊠so I can pretend there will be something for him too?â You ask, turning to Haechan thatâs already apprehensively staring at you.Â
âOf course, we can even fill his with something, if you want to,â he proposes, but you shake your head. The idea of the gifts being left there would just make you sad, but this is a good compromise.Â
âOur scarves!â You bend over to grab them. âWe knitted them, and I think you can see it,â you chuckle, fingers running over the bumps in the wool and other imprecision.Â
âBetter than me if I would try now. My mom is excellent at it, she made me try once and I made way worse than this,â Haechan says, grabbing the other scarf and noticing that itâs not perfect but not even terrible.Â
âIâll keep in mind to ask your mom for this one,â you say, cuddling up to him.Â
âNope, you wonât,â he jokes, shaking his head with vigor, slightly blushing.Â
There are other things in there, but mostly decorations, thereâs even a Christmas decoration that you loved when you were a kid, and youâre so grateful she gifted it to you. But then Haechan is attracted by something else. âWhat is this?â he asks, lifting a gingerbread plush, and your heart sinks in your chest.Â
Not a word comes out of your mouth for almost a minute, as you try to get some saliva in your mouth. âItâs â itâs meâŠâÂ
Haechan studies your expression and immediately puts it away, but you stop him.Â
âIâm fine,â you mumble. âI just⊠I need timeâŠâÂ
âI donât need to know, itâs fine, really,â he reassures you, touching your hand, but you shake your head.Â
âNo, I want to,â you say. You wet your lips and fidget with your fingers before taking the plush in your hesitant hands. Â
âItâs not a Christmas gift, but itâs the last gift I got from him⊠a few days before his death. He called me gingerbread because I was obsessed with gingerbread men as a kid. Honestly, I was terrorized by them, they were men, I thought I was committing cannibalism, but then I tried one and I loved being a cannibal,â you chuckle, voice shaking as you fight back tears. âAnd when I grew older, I wanted to make them myself, I wanted them to be our family thing, but they never became one. My parents worked until the 24th and didnât have time to wake up early and make them with me, so it was only me and my brother. He would always wake up early with me and help me make them.âÂ
âYou didnât make gingerbread men today,â Haechan points out.Â
âNo, those are for the Eve and Christmas,â you say resolutely. âDonât worry, I will make them for you,â you giggle, and he smiles.Â
âGo on, Iâm sorry.âÂ
âNo, itâs fine. I would be worried sick too to be left without my cookies,â you joke before turning serious. âA week before his death he walked in a street market and saw this,â you shake the plush in your hands and smile, âand he gifted it to me. He told me that it wasnât Christmas, so that was a sign that he had to buy it for me and that it was scandalous that in fifteen years he never gifted me anything related to gingerbread men. And I remember that⊠I laughed so much when I saw it because itâs cute but also weird. The eyes are slightly not on the same level, the smile is funny, and the white lines are all different, this one doesnât even reach the seam. And he told me that that made it even more special and that Iâve never been normal, so it was even more me.âÂ
âIt looks like you now that I look better at it,â Haechan says, thereâs a hint of irony but also sweetness in his voice.
You chuckle, wiping away a tear. âHe used to often remind me he would always protect me, but when he gave me that, there was something different. And even if that was me, it was almost his way of telling me that he was always going to be with me, thatâs why he had bought two. But his one was normal, and he kept it in the car.âÂ
âYou can stop,â Haechan says as soon as he guesses when this is going, but you shake your head.Â
âI held onto this toy for days at the hospital and it was the last thing he held before he⊠well⊠you know.â Your voice is broken by tears, the same ones that are rolling down your cheeks, but youâre fine. âI hated this, I hated that his got lost, destroyed, I donât know, I⊠never dared to watch the conditions of the car after. I hated it because it was supposed to be me and this gingerbread man, not him. I hated it because it had lost his other half but didnât feel half the pain I felt. So I threw it away.âÂ
âButâŠâÂ
âIs still here⊠yes. Because itâs me, and I survived,â you say, chuckling. âNo, Iâm kidding, no paranormal shits, itâs simply Johnny, I guess. He always knew what was better, and he mustâve kept it to the side, waiting for the right moment to bring it back to me.âÂ
Haechan hums, his thumb still caressing your palm. âAre you mad?âÂ
You raise your head, wiping away the tears. âNo, Iâm glad he always knows what to do with me. If you think you met me at my worst, you have no idea what Johnny had to go through when it all happened. He had to see the joyful, reckless, funny little girl he always knew turn into a cryptic, scheming, and cold woman from day to night and still decided to stick with me. He saw me at my worst, literallyâŠâ you breathe out. Another reason why you donât like to think about back then is because you hate who you were.Â
âYou deserved him, you deserved to have someone that didnât judge you or blame you.âÂ
You shrug. âI donât know⊠I gave him a good dose of shit to deal with, as if he wasnât mourning my brother too.âÂ
âYou know, from all these conversations we had over the past months, and after I could see what you have with Johnny from a closer point of view, I think youâre missing something.âÂ
âMe?âÂ
Haechan nods.Â
Your lips twitch in a wince, itâs been a while since Haechan taught you a life lesson, but usually you can see where heâs going, right now, you have no idea. âAnd what is it?âÂ
âYou always say that Johnny is like your brother, but Johnny is your brother. The three of you were raised together, his mom loves you as if youâre her daughter, and we all know that your brother trusted him with you so much that Johnny promised him to always keep you safe. Johnny didnât choose to stay because heâs a good friend, but because youâre his sister, and because after losing his brother, he wasnât going to lose you too. Maybe you hurt him, I truly donât know what you two have been through, but he loves you so unconditionally that Iâm sure he doesnât regret it. And he would stick by your side over and over again.âÂ
You smile fondly and hum. âYouâre right, but I guess Iâll never get free of my guilt, will I? I mean, I still feel so bad for everything I put you through, no amount of good things happening between us makes me feel at peace with myself.âÂ
âNot to take your therapistâs place but remember what she told you? Why you love to punish yourself for every little thing?âÂ
You pout, nodding silently. Your awareness of you not being the cause of your brotherâs death didnât make the deepest parts of you aware in the same way. Something unconscious was still screaming at you, urging you to punish yourself even when there was forgiveness from the other side.Â
âCan you hug me? I donât know what else to say,â you confess, and he smiles at you, pulling you into a hug. It lasts for minutes. Minutes of silence, heartbeats, and nothing more. Comfort. Peace. Healing. And when it breaks apart, you smile, feeling another brick of your walls falling down.Â
âDo you want to put this in a nice place or are you using it to take over your anger?âÂ
You smile, grabbing the plush. âI want to put it somewhere nice.â
You never felt so much anxiety run through your bones as you do right now; pacing back and forth in the living room, staring obsessively at the clock, waiting to hear the ring of the bell that will mean such a big change for you.Â
You mightâve underestimated what meeting your boyfriendâs parents (and family) truly meant. All the hype you had until two weeks ago, disappeared when you remembered you had never met any of your partnerâs parents before.Â
âOkay, enough.â Haechan jumps off the couch and stops you midway, blocking your arms. âI usually let you do your weird things, but you will consume the floor if you keep doing this and you will drive me insane.âÂ
âBut Iâm nervous,â you whine, starting to torture your lips.
âOh my god, stop that too,â he says, pulling your lower lip out of your teeth with his thumb. âMove and youâll see,â he warns when he sees you lift your hand, knowing it will end up in your mouth to pull at your hangnails.Â
You sigh defeated and slump on the couch. âIâm nervous.âÂ
âI got it,â he says, sitting next to you. âTheyâre chill, I promise.âÂ
âBut I was fine before. Maybe this is a gut feeling, you know? Something is telling me this will go wrongâŠâÂ
âYeah, and that something is your paranoid ass. Babe, come on. Youâre perfect.âÂ
Youâre far from perfect, and sometimes you wish you could see yourself from his eyes to see what he sees of you because you struggle to see the amazing things he notices about you. And you fear his family will be extremely disappointed when the fantasies his son tells them through the phone wonât meet the reality.Â
Haechan is about to open his mouth again when the intercom rings, and you freeze.Â
âCome with me,â he smiles, reaching out a hand, tapping his feet when it takes you too long to take it. âBabe, come on.âÂ
âIâm gonna pass out,â you mumble as your hand reaches him and you get up from the couch. Haechan sighs deeply as he basically drags you to the intercom to open the door on the floor.Â
âYouâll be fine,â he says, trying to shrug off what heâs feeling. Now that youâre so anxious, he canât help but feel it too. Maybe this was too soon, maybe youâre not ready, maybe this will be the breaking point and he will lose you again.Â
But then the doorbell rings, and youâre the first to reach out your hand and open the door.Â
âHi, mom,â Haechan greets when he sees youâre struggling to find the words and throws himself in her arms to give you time to take it all in.Â
âHyuck,â she says, her calm tone filled with love, âlook at you.â Her hands cup his cheek and squeeze them roughly, making him groan, and you chuckle. âAnd look at you,â she adds, bringing her attention to you.Â
âHello, Mrs. Lee,â you greet, bowing at 90°, but she laughs, and you freeze.Â
âOh, honey, please, just come here and let me give you a warm welcome to the family,â she encourages you, opening her arms.Â
You quickly glance at Haechan, silently asking if this is a test, but he reassures you with a smile and nods in her direction. So, you step forward and hug her.Â
âYou smell so good, honey,â she compliments, squeezing you before letting you go, and resting her hand on your shoulder. âAnd wow. Haechan kept talking about you and I guessed you were pretty but not like this, youâre beautiful.âÂ
âYouâre too kind, Mrs. Lee,â you say, lowering your head to hide how shy you feel right now. âYou look beautiful too, now I know why Haechan is so handsome.âÂ
She chuckles and then pats your arm. âThanks, sweetheart. And just call me by my name, please.âÂ
âI will.âÂ
âSo, where are the others?â Haechan asks, looking behind his mom and seeing the empty corridor.Â
âWe brought something, your dad is taking everything from the car, and your siblings are helping him,â she explains, lifting her bags as you let her come in. âI wanted to dim her trauma of meeting the whole family at once, so I came here as soon as we parked.âÂ
Haechan rolls his eyes, grabbing the bag. âFood?âÂ
âIt wasnât necessary, we prepared everything,â you say.Â
âIâll never show up at your house with empty hands, darling,â she replies. âAlso, I wanted you to try some of my specialties, I couldnât wait anymore.âÂ
A warm smile spreads on your face as you feel you can finally breathe again. Maybe this wonât be a disaster. âI canât wait to taste them.âÂ
Haechan was right. His family is loud. But itâs a kind of loudness you missed for so long, you canât complain. His family is nice, and you can easily slide into conversations with them. The afternoon was mostly calm, you talked to get to know each other and ease the tension, you showed them the house âthere wasnât much to show, but they appreciated it anywayâ and you even talked about future plans.Â
But now youâre alone in the kitchen, placing the plates you used for the appetizers in the sink, and when you smell smoke, you know itâs time for everything that went well until now to turn into a mess.Â
âOh God, fuck no,â you curse under your breath, blocking your nose with your hand as you wave away the smoke from the oven and try to open it. âNot tonight, it canât be fucking possible.âÂ
âHey, whatâs going on â oh,â Haechan says, entering the kitchen after he hears the clattering and your murmuring.Â
âIt burned. I burned the fucking lasagna. I have to make a good impression on your family and I burn it, I just burn it,â you almost cry, panicking over the burned pasta in the oven dish that now sits on the countertop. âEverything was supposed to be perfect, I had it all planned, and now, oh my god, the meat, check the meat,â you rant, turning around to check the oven again.Â
Haechan sighs, head peeking out of the kitchen door. âSorry, just wait a sec, weâll be there with the first,â he warns his family before locking the door behind him, not waiting for their answer. Itâs not like they care much, busy eating bread, drinking delicious wine, and still admiring the beautiful job you and him did with the decorations.Â
âHey, look at me,â he says, blocking you in place. âItâs fine.â
âNo, itâs not. It was supposed to be the first big serving of our dinner,â you whine, furrowing. âOur first Christmas dinner together and I fuck it up.âÂ
âYou didnât,â he says, looking behind you, trying to hide his face because yes, it is burned, but heâs sure you can find a solution. You two always do. âWeâll fix it.â
âI wonât serve your family a burned lasagna, I refuse,â you cry, hiding in the crook of his neck. âWhat will your mom think of me?âÂ
He chuckles. âReally? My mom is in love with you, she didnât stop complimenting you for one second. The way you look, how smart you are, how pretty this place is and how well you keep it, the delicious food youâve prepared. Iâm sure sheâll have a story for a burned something too, come on.âÂ
âNo, letâs take the first layer off,â you say, pushing him away. âItâs ugly.âÂ
âFirst,â he says, coughing, âweâll open the window, alright? I donât want to poison ourselves.â You watch him as he does and then go back to the mess in front of you. âAnd now, letâs fix this.âÂ
You two take the first layer off, but you donât feel better, thatâs not supposed to be the last layer. You put so much love into it, finishing it with mozzarella and cheese, and now itâs burnt.Â
âIt looks terrible, they will think I donât know how to cook,â you huff.Â
âI know how to fix it, any parmesan cheese left?â Haechan asks, and you nod, opening the fridge to hand him the box with it in it. You watch him as he puts it on, hiding the tomato sauce, and making it look a bit better, and you think that heâs always the one fixing your mistakes. âSee? Itâs perfect now.âÂ
You groan because itâs not what you planned. But itâs still better than before. âLetâs not make them wait longer.âÂ
âEverything alright? Something happened in there?â His father asks when you two come out of the kitchen, closing the door behind, so the air in there can change, but you wonât freeze in the living room.Â
âYeah, just a minor problem,â Haechan explains sitting the dish down, and you know he wants to pretend nothing happened, but you canât keep it in.Â
âI burned it,â you confess. âIâm sorry, but I got distracted here talking and I forgot about it, and I burned it. And we took the burned part out, but this is not my lasagna. Iâm a master at it, and Iâm sorry this mess is your first encounter with it.âÂ
âOh, sweetie,â his mom says, âall the things I burned all the time. Try to manage four little demons and it will be surprising when you donât make mistakes in the kitchen.âÂ
âHey! Weâre angels,â his youngest brother, Dongwook, complains. âAlso, can I have the burned part? I love it when itâs crispy.âÂ
âItâs burnt, not crispy, itâs bad for you,â you say, but his big eyes pleading you, make you look at his parents for approval.Â
âCan you bring it here, please? Weâll see how bad it is,â his father says.Â
âDad, Dongwook, you donât need to see it,â Haechan intervenes, and you know heâs doing it to protect you but you reassure him with a hand on his shoulder.Â
âSit, itâs fine. Iâll go take it.âÂ
You take a deep breath and enter the kitchen again before coming out with the plate with what you and Haechan took off. âHereâs the mess.âÂ
âThis is not burnt,â Dongwook jumps in his seat, grabbing the plate and smiling happily. âYou took out the best part!âÂ
You look at his mother with concern because that is burned, maybe not a lot âyou took out the completely black parts and only kept what could be somehow saved, less than half of the top layerâ but itâs not crispy either.Â
Mrs. Lee just shrugs and tells you not to worry with a wave of the hand and you relax a bit.Â
âIf itâs not good you donât have to eat it, we have the meat, itâs still cooking, but itâs good,â you say as Haechan puts a slice in each plate. âIâll get up in a few minutes to make sure that wonât burn.â
âWhy are you so stern with yourself?â His sister, Dasom, asks and you freeze.Â
âDasom,â Haechan scolds.Â
âWhat?â She scoffs. âSheâs cool, if I was her, I would be annoying in the opposite way.âÂ
You chuckle and lower your head because theyâre so nice to you.Â
âYou canât ask people youâre not close with these questions,â he retorts, clearly not caring that her comment was supposed to be a positive one.Â
âItâs fine, Hyuck,â you say, reaching for his hand now that heâs sitting back at its place next to you. âIâm just a bit nervous and I want this dinner to go well. I wanted everything to be as perfect as I planned andâŠâ when things donât go as planned, I go insane, your son and brother was a victim firsthand, ââŠwhen they donât, it just throws me off a bit. But itâs fine.âÂ
âShit!â Daehyun, the middle child, screams.Â
âYa!â Mrs. Lee slaps his arm, glaring in an admonition to not say swear words.Â
âThis is good!â he says, ignoring his mother. âPerfect. Girl, if this is not your best lasagna your best one is Star Michelin worth it!âÂ
âOh, no, thatâs too much,â you say, starting to breathe again because for a moment you feared he had found a bone or nerve or something else in it. But you canât hide the smile on your face when the entire family praises you, the little one even telling you to always burn it because he loves the crispy layer. Youâre sure theyâre exagerating a bit to cheer you up, but you still think itâs kind enough that they care to put a smile on your face.Â
Haechan nudges you subtly. âTold you,â he whispers, and you smile.Â
âIâm glad you like it,â you say, shyly meeting their gazes and feeling full as you stare at their happy faces.Â
And you remind yourself that itâs fine if things donât always go as planned, sometimes mistakes and unforeseen can bring nice things. If it wasnât for the unexpected, you wouldnât have Haechan by your side and you wouldnât be having a happy Christmas dinner with your new family.Â
Youâre happy, and you feel at home.Â
âMom,â Haechan whines, hiding his face against your shoulder before lifting it again, letting out another heavy sigh, âyou didnât have to bring the photo album here.âÂ
âOh, she did,â you chuckle, sitting better on the couch to be turned toward his mom whoâs sitting next to you with the book resting on her legs.Â
You feel Haechanâs head rest against you again, this time completely given up and ready to face the humiliation.Â
âAre there embarrassing pics of us too?â His sister asks, sitting on the arm of the couch, leaning on her mom.Â
âProbably,â Mrs. Lee giggles before opening the book.Â
As the photos pass by, you canât help but wonder why heâs so embarrassed. âYou havenât changed a bit,â you say, turning to him, moving your arm so you can wrap it around his shoulder, and his head presses against your chest.Â
âThanks, exactly what I needed to hear,â he scoffs, his voice filled with sarcasm.Â
âYou still have the same smile,â you point out, âand the mischievous grin.âÂ
âOh, that has always been him. Every time he did something he wasnât supposed to do, or ruined something, that little smirk was there. I couldnât even get mad at him,â his mom explains, and you smile at the image forming in your mind.Â
âDonât pout,â you pinch his cheek, making him yelp, âitâs cute.âÂ
âAs long as you donât have any from my teenage years, weâre fine,â he says, making his siblings laugh. âItâs not funny. You had the same phase as me,â he points at the two oldest, âand you are in it right now.âÂ
âIâm not. Iâm cool, unlike you.â
Haechan rolls his eyes. âWhatever.âÂ
âLook at this!â You scream, pointing a finger at a picture of him at the pool, heâs wearing a life vest and has a pool float around him, and his smile is so big as he waves at the camera with both hands.Â
âWe went to the pool that day, he didnât know how to swim, he even ate with the lifesaver on,â his dad says, eliciting another groan from him.Â
âStubborn even as a child,â you joke, intertwining your hands.Â
âLetâs not get there,â his sister rolls her eyes, and Haechan pokes his tongue out in reply.Â
âYou have curly hair?â You ask after seeing other pictures of him.Â
âWavy, I would say,â he replies, shrugging.Â
âYou look even softer like this. How did you not want to bite him every two seconds?â You ask his mom, and she laughs.Â
âThe cuteness of his face really saved him from a lot of troubles,â she says. âRemember when you stole Mrs. Parkâs apples?âÂ
âI didnât steal them, I had no idea about capitalism and economy. She gave them to me once, and I thought I could just take them,â he explains. âTurns out the real world is not that easy.âÂ
âUhm, a young thief, I didnât know you were such trouble,â you tease, and he glares at you but then breaks in a laugh. âBut seriously, you should wear your natural hair more often, I always thought you would perm them somehow or steal my products to curl them, I had no idea they were natural.âÂ
âI always told him he looked better like that, never listened,â Dasom chimes in. âBut Iâm sure he will listen to the love of his life,â she mocks in a high-pitched voice and Haechan throws her a pillow.Â
Youâd laugh at their exchange if only being called âthe love of his lifeâ didnât make your brain short-cut for a few seconds and send the beats of your heart to an insane rhythm.Â
âThe love of your life, ugh?â You whisper.Â
âYou know you are,â he says, smiling at you. âOr does this scare you away?âÂ
âNot even your emo phase scared me away, so nope, I donât think this will.âÂ
âHey! You didnât see that yet.âÂ
âBut weâre getting close, the middle school years are around the corner,â his mom says.
The middle school years donât scare you away, if itâs possible it all makes you love him even more. But the pictures you loved the most were the ones of the family. The ones where heâs holding his sibling after their births, the ones with them on their bikes, on a swing, while playing football or going down a slide. The ones of their summers, mostly at the few parks they had near because it was hard to go somewhere else, but it didnât matter. You find yourself in them, glimpses of your family and the struggles you went through, always ending in little things that were enough to make everyone happy because being together was all that mattered. And you find yourself in them even now, as they talk, telling you stories, bickering over details that are insignificant but at the same time mean everything, teasing each other in ways only siblings can do. And you miss that, you feel a deep hole in your chest as you watch Haechan laugh with his sister. The way he talks to her, teases her, but at the same time has her back, reminds you of your brother and you. You feel the same void when you look at his parents, how they smile at their kids, the gentle touches of his mom, and the awkward way of demonstrating love of his dad. It all brings you home, and you wonder for a second what it wouldâve been like⊠if only your parents were there too, if only the holiday werenât such a slap in the face.Â
But after the cold shower, you feel a warm embrace. When his momâs touch reaches you with soft pats on your knees or shoulder. When his sister talks to you to side against him. When his dad tells you he will show you how to carve wood. When his brothers eat your gingerbread men and keep praising you.Â
What couldâve been doesnât matter because there is something now. This is good. You see a light at the end of the tunnel. You feel that your âwhat ifsâ might turn into reality one day, that maybe not next year, but in three, your family will be here too, and you will tell your stories just the same. Because you have a lot of them, and youâre sure your parents would get along with Haechanâs so well. This is warm. Thereâs not the cold of your lonely apartment or the awkward, abrupt silence as Johnnyâs mom went back to her words, terrified of ruining your day. The void that opened in your heart is easily filled by them, and even if you canât follow everything perfectly, and sometimes it gets overwhelming, you have Haechanâs hand on yours. He never leaves it, itâs there, right on top of yours, caressing your skin, keeping you grounded.Â
But then the question everyone has avoided comes. Itâs like a drop falling on a vase full to its brim, and it freezes you and Haechan right on the spot.Â
âCan I ask where are your parents?âÂ
âMom,â Haechan is the first to talk, the stern gaze he gives his mom makes you feel worse than the question she asked.Â
âSorry, I⊠I didnât know, I thought she wanted maybe a break to call them or ââÂ
âMom!âÂ
âItâs fine,â you stop him, looking into his eyes to calm him. âIâm fine.âÂ
âYou donât have to tell them. They were doing fine without knowing anything,â he replies, looking at you. You can feel the anger in his voice and his eyes.Â
âI can tell bits,â you say. âSmall steps, remember? You taught me that.âÂ
You can feel the confused gazes in the room, and the attention annoys you more than having to explain yourself.Â
 When you turn around, you see his mom, who is about to apologize again, but you stop her by lifting your hand. âMy parents are not here,â you say. âI mean itâs obvious, and I guess you want to know why. IâmâŠâ you chuckle nervously. âIâm pretty sure we⊠we go along well, and weâre family now⊠right?â You ask hesitantly.Â
âYeah, of course, you were family the moment I saw Haechanâs eyes shine bright when he spoke about you,â his mom says, and you smile.Â
âGood. And families should be open with each other, but there are some things I⊠I still want to keep to myself.âÂ
When Haechan hears your voice shake, he places his hand on your back, and you relax at the touch. âMe and my parents basically donât talk anymore. We text for the birthdays, and the important holidays but thatâs it. Thereâs a reason behind it and I think no one is to blame, something happened and the three of us reacted badly, so I donât want you to think theyâre bad.âÂ
âWeâre sorry,â they say at the same time, and you chuckle.Â
âWe would never think that anyway, not without knowing peopleâs stories,â his mom says. âIâm sorry I asked. I didnât think that since you didnât bring it up, you didnât want to talk about it.âÂ
âNo, itâs fine. Iâm glad you did, so you at least know this of me,â you reassure her. âAnd Iâm sorry Iâve been quiet about myself. I prefer present-me to past-me, especially if I canât talk about⊠if I canât tell the full story.âÂ
âItâs like Haechanâs middle school pictures,â his sister says, clearly to take some pressure off your shoulders, and you laugh. âImagine seeing the photos and not telling that he did that to get a girlâs attention.âÂ
âDasom, it was a serious moment!â Haechan says.Â
âWhat? She laughed! Sheâs prettier when she laughs, and she was sulking. You shouldnât want to see your girlfriend sad,â she justifies, sipping on her drink, and you high-five her.Â
âI donât like you two being so close,â he jokes, pulling you back next to him. But with the corner of your eyes, you notice that his face is much more relaxed now.Â
âBut seriously, I⊠I thought I could talk about it, I do with him,â you say, pointing at Haechan. âBut your stories were so happy and I miss that kind of thing, you know, a family like yours, so I prefer to listen to you. It made me happy, and I donât want to make me and all of you sad.âÂ
You can see the pity behind their eyes. They donât know what happened, but they can guess, and anything itâs not a happy guess, so theyâll want to tell you something but you stop that from happening.Â
âAnd since itâs almost midnight, and we need to open the gifts soon, why donât we lighten the mood with some music?â You say, standing up. âDasom, what about your karaoke?âÂ
She gasps, staring at Haechan behind you. âYou told her?âÂ
âOf course, I needed her to be ready.âÂ
âI wouldnât have done that here, with her, on our first meeting,â she says.Â
âBut I want you to, I used to do it with my brother, so it would mean the world to me.â You see that when you talk about your brother itâs like she realizes it, something makes her understand what happened, but she doesnât say anything. She smiles, gets up, and grabs your hand. You jokingly find yourself thinking that if anything will ever go wrong with Haechan, you might try to date her.Â
âIâll go get something else to drink,â Haechan says, getting up, âyou two monsters come with me.âÂ
The rest of the night goes smoothly. You sang for a while before sitting on the floor around the coffee table to eat the dessert you and Haechanâs mom prepared. Popped the champagne when the clock hit midnight, exchanged gifts (his mother gave you two homemade matching sweaters, they were so beautiful you struggled to have a normal reaction), and then played board games.
âI really wish you could stay but this place is so small, I wouldnât know where to make you sleep,â you say when youâre exchanging goodbyes.Â
âYou worry too much, honey,â Mrs. Lee says, hugging you. âEverything was perfect, from this afternoon to the dinner, and then the photos, the singing. I never had so much fun. And you know what, I was truly sorry for your lasagna, but it was so nice to not be the one that has to worry about that for once,â she jokes, eliciting a quiet laugh from you.Â
âIâm glad you had fun. I never planned a Christmas dinner before, and I feared making you come here from the afternoon wouldâve bored you or something, but I think it was a great idea.âÂ
âIt was. And for being your first time, you were amazing. You have nothing to worry about, also the mistakes and the funny things end up in the stories we tell in the years to come, right?âÂ
âRight.âÂ
âGet dressed,â she orders the youngest before glaring at Daehyun, âyouâre twenty, you should do your things without me telling you.âÂ
You laugh when they resume bickering while putting their coats on. You catch her rolling her eyes before bringing her attention to you.Â
âYou know, Donghyuck didnât bring many people at home before. Most of the time, I had to guess he had some flings or something, but even the ones he felt were worth meeting us, werenât like you. And Iâve seen him in love, Iâve seen him do crazy stuff, but Iâve never seen him like this,â she smiles fondly. âA mother notices a lot of things, and Iâve noticed his touches on your hand, how he plays with your hair or caresses your back, Iâve seen him rage when one of us overstepped. But most importantly, I see the love. I already had the feeling through the phone calls, but seeing his eyes light up, watching him get lost in you with every breath⊠wow, I fear you put a spell on him,â she chuckles. Her gentle eyes move between you and her son as a soft smile curls her lips, creating some wrinkles on her cheeks.Â
âHe loves me like nobody ever loved me before, andâŠâ you pause, turning your attention on him, watching him laugh with his dad, smiling in reflection before your eyes are on his mother another time. âI know it might sound exaggerated from the outside, but his love saved me more than I knew I needed to be saved.âÂ
She smiles, caressing your arm. âYeah, I noticed that too. I donât know what happened, I donât know if that made you bond more, but if you ever fear heâs not into this, I want you to know that heâs serious. When he told me he moved out of his apartment to live with his girlfriend, I was speechless. I thought he was never going to settle down, especially not so soon. But he did that, and even if he was afraid, he was happy about it.âÂ
You want to tell her he was afraid for you, but you canât or else she might think you donât love him just as much, so you smile and nod. âThis was a big step.â Itâs not a lie, it was a big step for him too. His life was completely different before you two met and everything changed.Â
âOh, but an amazing one. Look at how cute your place is, it feels like home. Even if itâs not big, even if it doesnât have design pieces, even if itâs not in the center of town, youâve got each other. And thatâs something you canât ever take for granted,â she says, and you see her smile sadden a bit as she looks over at her husband, whoâs now busy talking with Haechan and Dasom. âBut I donât want to talk about what I had to go through with my husband, what matters is that we made it, and we raised four wonderful kids. And I donât know if you want them or not, it doesnât matter, thereâs time to grow and change, but youâre young now, and have all your life to live, just the two of you. I just want you to remember to always have each otherâs back. Even if you both decide you want to make another big step, you have to have each other to give love and water another flower.âÂ
You wipe away a tear, lowering your head, and she coos, caressing your cheek. âNo, darling, Iâm sorry, I didnât mean to make you cry.âÂ
âItâs fine,â you reassure her. Her words made you sad for other reasons, stinging right at the missing piece left by the absence of your parentâs love. âIâm very lucky to have him. Heâs the best thing that ever happened to me.âÂ
âMom,â Haechanâs voice rings behind you, and you notice his worried look when he sees you wipe away some other tears.Â
âWe were just talking, Iâm about to cry too, itâs normal,â she explains, smiling at you and you smile back.Â
âSure?â He asks you and you nod. âYeah, also, Iâm just a bit tired.â
âWeâll go now, seriously. We stayed way too long,â she says, calling the sibling at her side with a snap of the fingers.
âTomorrow at lunch youâll be here, right?â Haechan asks. His arm wraps around your waist, and he pulls you closer, thumb caressing your side in gentle motions.Â
âI do not plan on eating at that hotel, so you can bet Iâm going to be seated here, eating the amazing food she cooks,â his dad replies, and you chuckle.Â
âEven if I burn it?â you joke.Â
âYes, even if you poison it, honestly.âÂ
âHe ate something at the buffet when we arrived and wanted to change the hotel,â Haechanâs sister adds, rolling her eyes, and making you all laugh.Â
âThatâs where you get the overdramatic-ness,â you whisper only for Haechan to hear, and he mocks you with a stupid face.Â
âWell, time to go, we annoyed them enough,â Dasom says, pushing the younger out of the door. âMerry Christmas, and thank you for everything!âÂ
âMerry Christmas to you too!â You and Haechan greet again, watching as they all make their way out of the apartment. âSee you tomorrow.âÂ
âCover up, itâs cold outside,â you say. âAnd drive safely, please.âÂ
âWe will, itâs not far from here,â his dad reassures you.Â
âGoodnight!â
When you make sure they enter the elevator, you close the door behind, and you sigh.Â
âYeah, I now realize I shouldâve made you meet them sooner for a shorter amount of time,â Haechan says right away with a hint of irony in his voice.Â
âYouâre kidding, theyâre amazing. I love them.âÂ
âSo youâre not overwhelmed?â
âMaybe a bit, but theyâre so much fun. Your mother is lovely. And I love your sister, I need her number so we can become friends.âÂ
âNope, not happening. You two together will be the death of me,â he laughs, shaking his head. Â
You stick your tongue out before opening your arms to him, begging for a hug. He doesnât hesitate to pull you in, breathing deeply your sweet scent as he caresses your back. âYou did so well today, Iâm so proud of you.âÂ
You donât reply, just smile in the crook of his neck as your arms hold him tighter and feel all the pent-up stress leave your shoulders. You let his perfume lull you, and the warmth of his body calm you. You two stay there for a while, he leaves small kisses on the top of your head, and you chuckle when it tinkles, and just hug him tighter. And you think that, even if youâre always all over each other, hugging is not something you do a lot, and you need to change that. But youâre both starting to feel the tiredness of the day, and youâre the first to pull away.
âCome on, letâs go get changed, I want to slump in our ugly pajamas together.âÂ
In less than twenty minutes, you both have showered and changed into your matching pajamas, the lights in the living room are off, and youâre ready to go to bed.
When you enter the bedroom, you see Haechan at the window, looking outside, and you quickly reach him, hugging him from behind and starting to leave kisses on his neck, making him giggle.
âWhat?â He hums when he looks behind and finds you staring at him with big doe eyes.Â
âYou were so cute as a kid,â you whisper.Â
âYeah, I noted that you wouldâve had a crush on me if we met during kindergarten,â he chuckles, and you do the same.Â
âNo, dummy,â you scoff. âI mean, yes, probably. You were a charmer with your pretty curls and that smile. Wouldâve swept little me right off my feet.âÂ
He turns around, hugging you. âShould we go back in time and see?âÂ
âNah, I like our romantic start with the fuck in the car, more appropriate for adult-us,â you joke, and he laughs. âBut little you got me a baby fever.âÂ
âOh,â Haechan says, furrowing. âYou run fast when you want to.âÂ
You shake your head, snickering. âIâm not that serious, I donât want it right now, but... it sparked in my mind just for a moment.â
âYes, we would make pretty kids, thatâs what youâre saying.âÂ
âYou ruin all the fun with all this mind-reading,â you pout, crossing your arms on your chest, and he laughs, kissing your pout.Â
âSorry,â he says. âI canât give you a kid right now, but we can practice, so we know what to do when we want one.â Â
You stare at him. âTell me this was not supposed dirty talking because itâs the worst line that ever came out of your mouth.âÂ
âHey! I was trying to be sexy.âÂ
âYouâd be sexier if you just straight up told me you wanted to fuck. Because itâs also what Iâve been subtly trying to tell you.âÂ
âNah-ah, you said you wanted my kids,â he teases, kissing your lips.Â
You roll your eyes. âNot what I wanted to say.âÂ
âI donât reckon a breeding kink, though. Missed something from your bdsm test results?âÂ
âShut up, thatâs weird. I was being sweet before, not horny. And breeding kink is only funny when it doesnât turn into actual pregnancy.âÂ
He stares at you with a confused face, and you scoff, waving him off with your hand.Â
âCan I give you the special Christmas gift?â You say, changing subject, batting your lashes seductively at him.
âSure.âÂ
âSit on the bed,â you order and then watch as he does what you say before you take a few steps back so thereâs some distance between you.Â
âYou will not striptease with that ugly nightwear on?âÂ
You roll your eyes and sigh heavily. âWhy do you have to ruin all the fun? This is the best part of it all, the ugly nightwear. Now, will you let me do what I have to do, or do I have to go to somebody else? You know, we donât have Mark next door anymore, but the neighborhood down the corridor is always so nice to me, and he used to flirt before you moved here, so Iâm sure he would appreciate it.âÂ
âOh, shut up! Heâs lowkey a creep, and he always stares at you as if heâs never seen a woman his entire life. He probably wouldnât even make you come, but heâll nut in his pants as soon as youâll touch him.âÂ
You chuckle at his accurate description. âSo, you donât want all this to go to waste, right?â you ask, pointing at your body from head to toe. âYou better shut up and let me do what I have to do.âÂ
âGo on,â he says, nodding, and then sits more comfortably on the bed.Â
Your dance as you strip is not exactly the sexiest thing on earth with the fluffy, baggy pants and no music playing in the background, but Haechan is having a lot of fun anyway watching your hips move, your hands run on your body, and your teasing faces.Â
But it quickly turns serious when you lift your top off your head, revealing a red lace bra.Â
âFuck,â Haechan mutters, sucking his breath in and squeezing his thighs for a second. He has your body imprinted in the back of his mind by now, yet, every time, you leave him breathless.Â
You keep going, letting the pants fall on the floor and gracefully picking them up to lay them on the chair, hips swinging as your hands run on your exposed body. You turn around, giving him a perfect view of your ass, and he bites back a moan. You chuckle delightedly, feeling shivers form on your skin when you hear him shuffle with his pants, probably pulling them down to ease the boner.Â
You bend over, looking at him upside down, winking when he meets your gaze, before giggling when your eyes fall on his fist wrapped around his dick.Â
âHard already?â You ask teasingly, standing up and facing him.Â
âWhat does it look like?âÂ
You pout, tilting your head. âI guess we have to do something about it. Itâs too easy to turn you on.âÂ
âItâs not my fault you know all the right bottoms to push,â he replies.Â
You huff. âPlease, I just danced a bit, like this,â you stop, swinging your hips again and touching your body, cupping your boobs in the see-through red bra before reaching your neck and moving down again. âAnd bent over.âÂ
He sighs again, but you notice the gulp when he follows your body. âDance for me?âÂ
You smile. âYou donât want me to take care of you?âÂ
âNot yet,â he breathes out. âJust dance for me, Iâll put some music on.âÂ
You smile and start moving, this time with slow music filling the silence. The Christmas lights hanging in the bedroom make the room look like a club, and you quickly get into the vibe.Â
Seeing Haechan stroking his hand on his hard dick lazily while his eyes are stuck on you, is turning you on much quicker than expected. It goes on for a while, your body moving to the rhythm while his hand gradually picks up the pace, especially when you get in more provocative positions or get close to him, only to leave him with nothing. Â
âTouch yourself,â he orders after long minutes of silence. âBring the armchair in front of me and touch yourself with me.âÂ
A small gasp leaves your lips, but youâre quick to follow the instructions. You slowly sit, trying to maintain the sexy vibe.Â
âDonât undress.â His voice stops you right when your hands are about to pull the panties down. âYou look too good in that set to throw it on the floor already.âÂ
You smirk, and then your hands move on your body. You throw your head back on the chair as you enjoy the sensation of your hands running on your skin, teasing your nipples, and slowly âtoo slowly, from Haechanâs annoyed groanâ you start parting your legs. Itâs clear itâs not enough when he says a stern call of your name.Â
âSomething wrong? Do you need something?â You tease, tilting your head to the side while your hands never stop touching your body, everywhere but where he wants you to.Â
His eyebrow raises, and he scoffs. âYou shouldnât be naughty on Christmas, you know that?âÂ
You snicker, rolling your head back for a second before locking your gaze again. âPfft, I already had my gifts, I can be as naughty as I want to.âÂ
âBut do you? Do you want to?â He teases you, leaning a bit over. âI can see the dark spot from here, are you sure you want to punish yourself any longer?âÂ
You gulp at the intensity of his eyes. One second, you two are in a teasing-switchy-mode, and then one second later, he has this hold on you with just one look, pinning you down, leaving you no choice but to obey.Â
âGood girl,â Haechan praises as soon as your legs spread open, one dangling down the seat, the other dangling on the armrest, and your fingers start moving your clit.Â
A gasp of relief comes out of your lips, and your eyes flutter shut.
âNah-ah, look at me. I want you to keep your eyes on me.âÂ
You lock eyes with him, feeling warmer. You love the way he looks at you, youâre sure youâll never get tired of it. His eyes are full of lust and love, making you feel desperately wanted and loved. You feel so comfortable in that, knowing you can let him do whatever you both want and never feel used. It is a recurring thought every time youâre exposed to him because itâs something that you didnât experience in the past.Â
âCan â can you tell me what to do?â You shily ask.Â
His lips curl in a smirk. âYou want me to give you instructions? Not in the mood to have control tonight?âÂ
You shake your head. You donât feel like it, even if you love teasing and being bratty, tonight you want to leave the reins in his hands and let him guide you.Â
âGood.â Haechan clears his throat and sits better on the bed, his hand still slowly touching himself while the other lays flat on the mattress to keep his body up. âTease your nipples with your other hand, I know you love to play with your boobs.âÂ
Your hand moves up swiftly, not wasting a second, and a shaky breath comes out of your lips as your fingers rub the hard, sensitive bud. Theyâre already hard from the chilly temperature of the room, the heat warming it up just enough to be warm if dressed up, but soon get even harder from the stimulation.Â
âFeels good, doesnât it?â He asks with a teasing edge in his voice, and you nod. âMove the panties to the side, let me see how wet you are.âÂ
As soon as you move the crotch to the side, his eyes intensely stare between your legs as he licks his lips, watching your cum drip down, and you have to bite back a moan.
He snickers and you raise a brow. âAnd to think all you did was dance for me.âÂ
Your throat goes dry at the mockery but you find the words anyway. âBut you â you are touching yourself.âÂ
Haechan chuckles again, throwing his head back to push back his hair before lifting it. âYes? It turns you on so much to see my hand wrapped around my dick? Want to have your hand wrapped around it?âÂ
You nod as you bring your thumb to your lips, biting a hangnail. And he laughs. âYouâre serious about me guiding you, torturing your pretty nails to contain yourself and donât let a finger slip inside of you.âÂ
At the call out, you move away your thumb but he only laughs louder. âItâs fine, itâs fine. Slip a finger in and tell me whatâs running in your mind.âÂ
Your finger slips in with ease, bringing relief, but words struggle to come out of your mouth as you feel smaller and smaller under his gaze. âI want to â I want to suck it.âÂ
Haechan smirks, tilting his head to the side. âReally? Want to be on your knees, between my legs?âÂ
You nod with much more enthusiasm needed, but you donât care. Itâs too tempting now that he has his legs vulgarly spread, his thick thighs begging to be touched as you take his dick in your mouth, and his eyes slightly glossy with pleasure. Itâs not a common sight, but you love it. Looking up and seeing his face wrecked, his eyes teary, but what you love the most are his moans and whimpers, so high and needy, as he unconsciously starts fucking your mouth to reach his high.Â
âMaybe Iâll let you do it after, but first take care of yourselfâŠâÂ
You huff but donât complain further and start to move your finger faster.Â
âGood girl. Push another finger in, come on, fuck yourself faster,â he encourages, clearly understanding youâre growing impatient and want more. âYouâre so filthy,â he snickers. âSo fucking wet, listen to the pretty sounds you make.âÂ
A muffled moan is your reply to his comment, but your body speaks more than words. Your head rolls back and your eyes close before you remember he told you he wants you to keep eye contact, and your pussy gets even wetter with each pump of your fingers.Â
âPlease, another one,â you beg. Typically two fingers are perfect, but with each sound of his hand sliding up and down on his dick, and the sight of his length throbbing as droplets of cum roll down his cock and hand, you canât help but want to fool your body that heâs inside of you.Â
He smirks, but itâs not as teasing as before, heâs starting to falter too. âGo on, add another one. Stuff yourself full, pretend all you want thatâs my dick inside of you.â Itâs not much the dirty talk, but the way he knows you so well that makes you shiver and close your legs for a split second. Thereâs nowhere to hide with him.Â
You bite your lips to push down your throat a pathetic, high moan when he stops his movements to take his top off, leaving it on the other side of the bed. Heâs completely naked now, one hand running in his long brown locks before it goes back to his side to keep his body up, and the other wraps around his cock.Â
âYouâre so hot,â you whine, huffing. And he chuckles, cheeks blushing a bit. You rarely compliment him during sex, too fucked out to vocally tell him what he does to you, and itâs always your body speaking to him. So when it happens, heâs not used to it.Â
âAm I? Or are you only turned on by this?â He jokes, head pointing between his legs.Â
You shake your head. âItâs you, fuck. Your hair, your lips, the moles on your skin.âÂ
He chuckles, stopping your praises. âMy moles?âÂ
âYeah, your moles, I love them,â you confess. He shouldâve got this a while ago, considering you always let your fingers brush them and connect them with invisible strings. âI love your stomach, your waist, your thighs. And your hands, fuck, theyâre so beautiful.âÂ
This time itâs a genuine smile that spreads on his face before he lowers it to hide the effect your words had on him, and you smile too.Â
âWant to come?â He asks, still overwhelmed by the praises, and you giggle. Heâs always so confident, you canât believe heâs acting shy now.Â
âYes, please. Together?âÂ
âTogether.â
You pull the third finger out, prioritizing swiftness and deepness over thickness â youâll have time for that. And start to quickly move your two fingers in and out while your thumb rubs your clit. Your other hand plays with your boobs with more eagerness, pinching the nipples and cupping the soft flesh as you please. And soon enough youâre both coming. Haechanâs fast strokes and loud moans are the last thing you need to come, unexpectedly squirting and hitting him too.Â
âFuck, thatâs hot,â he groans, biting his lips, hips squirming as more cums keeps coming out of him, messily hitting his stomach, chest, and legs.Â
Your head rolls back as the pleasure starts slowing down, your fingers are still lazily riding out the orgasm, and your eyes fall shut as your lungs take deep breaths.Â
âFuck, come here, this is torture,â Haechan groans, getting up to pull you on the bed on top of him, not waiting to be steady on his knees.Â
You chuckle at his eagerness, honestly, youâre surprised he lasted that long without touching you.Â
âNext time weâre doing this,â he hums, kissing you, âyouâll sit between my legs. I need to feel you close.âÂ
âYeah, I noticed,â you giggle, pushing him flat down the mattress, and straddling his lap. Your hips grind on him, smearing the cum that splashed on his stomach on you, but you donât care. Youâre focused on kissing him, letting your fingers run in his long hair while enjoying the sensation of his running on your skin.Â
âMhh, are you going to be offended if I ride you instead of sucking your dick?â You ask, smiling awkwardly.Â
He bursts into a loud laugh and then shakes his head. âDo you think Iâd say no to that?âÂ
âI donât know, I was kinda drooling over that, maybe the idea turned you on.âÂ
Haechan shrugs, pulling you into another kiss as his hands cup your ass. âIt did turn me on, but I canât stand another second not pressed against you. Why donât we flip position, mhh? You wanted to be pampered tonight.âÂ
You smile, nodding. âYeah, Iâd prefer it. I donât think I would last long on top.âÂ
He rolls you on your back, his lips never leaving yours and you chuckle in the kiss, trying to get rid of your panties, but he stops you again. âKeep them on, please.â You do as told, choking on a silent moan when his fingers brush your clit as he helps you keep them to the side.Â
âYou love this set, donât you?âÂ
He nods, giving two tugs on his dick as he starts pressing it against your soaked slit. âLooks good on you.âÂ
A breathy, shaky moan slips from both of you as he sinks in, slowly as he always does, enjoying the feeling of every inch filling you up until he bottoms down.Â
âYou alright?â Haechan asks, and you nod with a small smile on your face.Â
âPlease fuck me?â You ask, trying to donât show how eager you are.Â
He chuckles but doesnât tease you, instead, he places a hand on your hip and the other at the side of your head on the bed as his hips start moving. Each thrust is deep and long, knocking the air out of your lungs. And you get lost in the smooth movements of his body, rolling so easily to please you âGod bless all those years of dancing. Your head rolls back when he snuggles in the crook of your neck to leave kisses on your skin, and your arms fly to wrap around him and bring him closer.Â
You barely notice how one of his hands sneaks under your arched back to free you from the bra, and only sigh at the feeling of freedom that quickly gets overwhelmed with pleasure when his lips wrap around your hard nipples.Â
âFuck, Hyuck,â you whimper with your fingers clenched hard around his hair. Youâre tempted to look at him, staring at his concentrated face as he sucks on your nipple, sending more shivers down your spine, but youâre too lost in pleasure and canât bring yourself to look up.Â
You bite your lips when he moves to the other side and the chill air of the room lingers over the warmth left by his mouth. The constant stimulation of your sensitive buds sends new shivers down your spine and makes the knot in your stomach tighten.Â
âFuck, babe, your boobs are so soft,â Haechan moans against your skin. His other hand creeps up and wraps around the neglected one, squeezing tight.Â
A breathy moan rolls from your hips as your hand tangles in his hair and your hips jerk up against him.
âWhat? Why are you pulling away?â You ask in a whine when Haechan moves away from you and pulls out.Â
âI donât think you want me to rip them, right?â Haechan snickers as his fingers pull your panties down.Â
âOh, I thought â never mind,â you mumble, feeling heat creep on your face. Â
He smiles, his gaze is gentle as ever as he lifts your face. âYou thought I was leaving you?âÂ
You nod shyly, biting your lips.Â
âI would never. See? Iâm right here,â he reassures you. His lips meet yours, one hand cups your face and the other helps him slide into you again.Â
You moan in the kiss while your hands reach his hair to pull him against you. âWant you,â you slur, watery eyes looking into his.Â
âIâm here, Iâm not going anywhere,â he whispers. âI just needed to get them out of the way.âÂ
Your lips meet again, and never truly part again. His rhythm picks up again, but this time he pushes your legs against your chest, reaching deeper, making you feel every inch more.Â
âHyuck,â you whine, throwing your head back as you gasp for more air.Â
âFeels good? Do you like it when I fuck you like this?âÂ
You nod frenetically. âFeels â feels good.âÂ
Haechan smirks, thumb brushing on your burning cheek before running over your quivering lips. âYouâre so beautiful when youâre vulnerable like this,â he whispers, and youâre not sure you were supposed to hear it because it feels as if heâs talking about something else. Itâs about you showing yourself fully to him, with no armor, and no mask, and not only during sex.Â
âFuck, thatâs it, baby. Taking me so well, so warm and wet,â he mutters under his breath, messily kissing you again, and reaching for your hand to intertwine it with his. With each drag of his dick inside of you, you feel closer to the edge, and automatically your legs wrap around his waist, pushing him deeper.Â
âFuck,â he groans, not expecting you to do that, and you feel his hips falter for a second, but he swiftly picks up the steady rhythm.Â
âIâm close,â you whisper, and he hums.Â
âWait for me, can you, princess? Iâm close too, just â fuck â just a bit more.âÂ
You nod and then feel the urge to do something. Youâve got more comfortable with time, but eye contact can still be pretty hard and vulnerable for you, yet you donât think much when you cup his face and force him to look straight into your eyes. This time your stomach flutters from love, and you melt in his golden brown eyes looking into yours with nothing but love. And you canât hold it anymore. âI love you,â you whisper, the sincerity and vulnerability in your voice watered down by lust but clearly there.Â
Haechan doesnât expect it; you see it in his eyes widening and you feel it in his hips slowing down for a few seconds. This is the first time it comes out of your lips while youâre having sex, heâs always the one getting a bit more caught up, confessing his love even in these intimate moments, while you save it for other times. He gulps, not knowing what do to, but then a shy smile creeps on his face as he lowers it again; just the time to regain his usual confidence before staring back at you. âI love you, too.âÂ
You smile, feeling warmth spread across your chest, and pull him in a kiss.Â
And after that, you two are just skin and bones burning in synch in the passion of your love. One of your hands is in his hair, tugging a bit, while the other is wrapped around his shoulder, your nails scraping his delicate skin, and your legs are still wrapped around his waist. While Haechanâs hand is resting on your hip, and the other is holding his body up now that heâs lying closer to you and has more risk of losing balance.Â
The orgasm washes over you at the same time as he keeps fucking into you and you kiss each other, moaning in the messy meeting of your lips. His fingers dig in your skin and your nails dig in his scalp, but none of you feel pain, just more pleasure as you both ride out your orgasm.Â
Haechan doesnât pull out right away. His head falls in the crook of your neck where he leaves more kisses, praising you in whispers, and you lay there with a dumb smile on your face.Â
âCan I stay here inside of you forever?â He jokes, looking at you with a playful smirk on his face.Â
You chuckle, shrugging. âI would lie if I said Iâd be bothered, but unfortunately it would be impractical.â
âFine, then just a bit more.âÂ
You both enjoy the intimacy of this closeness, occasionally kissing and caressing each other and when he pulls out of you, you groan, feeling suddenly cold.Â
âIâll be back, just let me get something to clean you up,â he says, leaving a peck on your lips before leaving.Â
Haechan comes back with a wet towel in hand, sits next to you, and gently wipes you clean. Your legs close at the stimulation but his hand on your thighs helps you donât focus on the fabric passing over your sensitive core. Itâs quickly done, and he can come back next to you after a few minutes.Â
You rest your head on his chest, feeling his heartbeat, and smile when his hand wraps around you and starts caressing your back after pulling the covers on top of you.Â
âThank you,â Haechan whispers, eyes fixed on the ceiling.Â
âFor?âÂ
âFor trying,â he replies, looking down at you to meet your eyes. âThis time of the year is always so hard for you, and even last year you hated it, even if we were already together. I know you used to love it, but I thought it was going to take more time to live it with a light heart, well, as light as it can be,â he chuckles, but itâs an awkward laugh. Thereâs some pain in his voice, and you know that if it was possible he would take your pain and put it on his shoulders, but he canât.Â
You flip on your stomach, to look at him better, but that doesnât stop his fingers from dancing on your back.Â
âYou underestimate me,â you joke. Youâre not sure you want to talk about this now. The holidays are long, youâve planned the entire week with his family, except for two days, you might still have some lows. But Haechan seems to always appreciate every small step you take, and you feel good in that pride.Â
âNo, I know how hard some things are for you. And even if I want you to get better, I would never force you into anything. And itâs⊠it just means so much to me that you did all of this for me. I mean, for you too, but you started planning months before, you proposed to invite my family over for me. And trust me, I know that our house is still a sacred safe place for you, and you still donât easily let people in, but you let them. And letting them in is probably scarier than when you let me in back then. But you did it, because you know how much I love my family and how much I love this month and this celebration, and what you did means everything to me.âÂ
You chuckle, pushing back some tears because you donât want to cry. âYou gave me the strength to do it. I couldnât stay anchored to the past any longer, it was now or never. If I started hating the holidays even with you by my side, it wouldâve been the end of it all. I⊠once I start relating negative experiences with something I never stop doing that. As much I loved the way the Suhs invited me over in the past years, I knew I couldnât take another pity-Christmas-dinner. We should have one with them too one day, maybe, but no more pity, I canât take it anymore.âÂ
Haechan smiles, caressing your face. âYou were different when we ate at Johnnyâs last time, I think his parents saw that too. And they werenât walking on eggshells anymore. Letâs be honest, with you itâs not eggshells, itâs bombs, so I canât blame them.âÂ
A soft laugh rolls off your tongue as your head falls against his chest, but the lighthearted moment comes to an end when a veil of sadness falls on your face.Â
âSomething wrong?âÂ
You shake your head. âNo, I just realized some things.âÂ
âAbout you?âÂ
âAbout you,â you say. âI feel I will never be able to make you understand how much you changed my life for the better. And I know that in your eyes I sound so dramatic at times, butâŠâ you sigh, eyes falling on the white sheets before meeting his curious gaze again. âBut you mean so much to me, and you taught me everything I had forgotten with time. I used to go on with my days, but I didnât fully live them. I was constantly afraid: of failing, of hurting someone, even killing someone, so I didnât love, I didnât feel. All my emotions in the past years were felt by a 30%, just to fool myself that if I didnât give, if I didnât put myself out there, I was safe, and⊠looking back at it now, it sucked.â You stop again, trying to give an order to your thoughts, and Haechan gets it. He doesnât talk, he waits and listens. Haechan listens. To your words. To your cries. But most importantly to your silence. Because with you, at times, it says much more than words.Â
âSomehow, I had died with him that day. Not physically, but I was quick to kill myself to punish myself for what happened. And then you brought me back to life. I was so scared with you because now I⊠I can die again. Now I have something to lose, I have so much to lose, and it should be scary, but I weirdly feel at peace. I know it doesnât look like it, but I notice it because I scheme for the little things now, and just let life wash over me. I donât want control of the bigger picture, I can direct the behind-the-scenes, I guess,â you joke, and he laughs too. His face is relaxed, and it feels good to be an open book, to have no fear of opening up and fearing that the other will leave. âYour mom told me something that made me think of this. As long as weâll have each otherâs back, it wonât be as scary. And this would be scary too if I felt that one of us wasnât 100% sure of this relationship but, I donât know, I have the impression that we might want to be in this for a long time.âÂ
Haechan chuckles, and then nods, pretending to think about it. âYeah, I like âfor a long timeâ. Itâs stable but not forever. Letâs be honest, would I want to date you even in the afterlife? Nah, come on, give me a break at least there.âÂ
You laugh and then wrap an arm around his torso. âJust two dates with other ghosts, and then youâre coming back to me.âÂ
âYeah, fine,â he huffs, but his voice is filled with irony, and then his lips are on yours again.Â
âBe honest, was the lasagna that good, or did they fake it?â You ask with a furrow on your forehead, still tangled in the hug.Â
Haechan laughs. âOh my god, I gave you a mind-blowing orgasm and youâre still thinking about that? But yeah, it was good, if it was bad, you wouldâve seen it in their faces. They loved it, and they love you.âÂ
The conversation doesnât die there, but shifts from funny moments you had yesterday and the plans you have for the days to come. Then you realize you havenât texted Johnny and his family a Merry Christmas yet; you couldâve done it in the morning, but you were used to waiting at midnight together and even if itâs almost 3 am, you still want to do it to somehow keep your tradition alive.Â
You grab your phone, and write him a text, finishing it with the promise youâll also be calling him tomorrow. You have so many things to tell him, you know itâs going to be a long call in the morning as you prepare everything for lunch. And right before youâre about to lock the screen again, Haechan stops you.Â
âWait, wait, wait, what? Whoâs that?â He says, pointing at the name of a contact and you laugh. âWhy are you laughing? Whatâs funny? My pathetic loser?â
âWith a heart at the end,â you add, showing him the phone. âItâs you by the way.âÂ
Haechan gasps offended, but you see itâs all an act and heâs just curious to know why you have him saved like that. âReally? Iâm a loser? A pathetic loser?âÂ
âNo, youâre my pathetic loser,â you correct him. Â
He scoffs, shaking his head. âOh, wow, that makes me feel better,â he jokes.Â
âWell, itâs how I saved you when I got your number three years ago.âÂ
His eyes widen even more, and youâre not sure heâs completely faking it. âAnd couldnât change it to something more romantic over the years?âÂ
âThis is the romantic version. At first, you werenât mine, just the cheesy, annoying, simpy, guy Johnny tried to make me hook up with, but now, you are the cheesy, annoying, simpy, love of my life.âÂ
He groans, ripping the pillow from under his head to hide his face and scream in it and you laugh at his reaction. âAnd then Iâm the cheesy, romantic one!â He points out and you only shrug.Â
âI can change it if you donât like it,â you say, snuggling closer to him, pulling the pillow away to kiss his jawline and caress his hair back, soft and long, framing his face perfectly.Â
âAre you kidding? I love it,â he says, pulling you on top of him, and kissing you.Â
âGood, Iâm glad you like it, my pathetic loser.âÂ
Itâs late, but you canât stop talking, tangled up in the sheets, after slipping back into your comfy pajamas, peeing, and leaving the shower for the morning. You tell him the stories you didnât say today, and he tells you some others his family doesnât know, and just when the clock hits 4, sleep starts to take over. The soft caresses on your back and his warm body close to yours lull you into a comfortable sleep.
Itâs Christmas, youâre in Haechanâs arms, wearing matching pajamas, and your hearts are beating as one. Today will be another long day, but youâre confident it will be amazing, and whatâs left of your fears wonât eat you up. They donât matter, the past doesnât matter, thereâs only one thing that matters now.Â
There are only three rules left: be alive, love, and be loved.Â
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