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tamaharu · 9 months ago

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wait i just remembered i DO have unposted orv stuff that i can post for kim dokjas birthday. 2k of hot supreme king x reader fic dont like dont read!!!1!! orginal characarter do not steal!!!!!

(or, Yoo Joonghyuk takes a pit-stop in one of the world-lines. An old friend offers to pay for dinner.)

[Ah, late, so late! I can't believe I missed my alarm! And on my first day of work too... I was so worried, when I got off the train, I started running the rest of the way to the company. Hopefully nobody would notice that I was late. I had to get a new job after my boyfriend dumped me, and I couldn't afford to live on my previous salary.

As I rushed to the building, I had to push past many people to get to the doors. In my haste, however, I accidentally tripped! When I fell, I landed against something hard. "Oof!"

"Hey," a menacing voice said. "Watch where you're going next time! Don't be so quick to touch me!" Eep!

I stepped back quickly, bowing as deep as I could. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean t..." When I looked up I trailed off, becoming even more panicked. Ah, I recognized that man!

He looked down at me with a handsomely striking gaze. "You. What is your name?"

"I-It's L/N Y/N. Um, again, I'm so sorry... CEO-nim!" I bowed again. A nose and a chin shaped in perfect angles; a pair of deep eyes seemingly carved out of beautiful jewels; soft hair styled fashionably to frame his face... His suit, too, looked quite beautiful. I really messed up this time. Not only was I late, but I ran into the CEO of the company, the powerful Yoo Jo--]

I stopped there. I didn't bother to learn the name of the poor idol whose name had been stolen for this. Why was I even reading this? Reader-inserts were meant for wish fulfillment, but they always did something that took you out of the story. For the first part, I'd pay much more attention to my surroundings than that.

I pocketed my phone again, sighing. Perhaps I was the cynical one here? They were probably just written by young girls, daydreaming about getting to talk to a beloved character or idol, and was that so horrible? Actually, I believed in chance meetings, but I felt like the one here was a little too contrived...

Many thoughts went through my head as I stepped through a convenience store. Buying dinner after work was the only good thing about my job, I should just quit. Perhaps that would get me closer to the path of meeting a handsome CEO? How laughable.

I was still thinking this when I moved forwards again. But this time, when I walked, I ran directly into a hard wall.

No, wait? I had been to this store many times, and there wasn't anything blocking the entryway the other times. I stepped back, confused, to find my 'wall' staring back at me. Ah... Perhaps I should've read that story until the end.

The man in front of me had a good face. He certainly looked like he could be the menacing protagonist. But, how do I put this? Everything below the neck ruined the effect.

He was wearing an astronaut's spacesuit, even with the helmet tucked in his arms, but he wore a black trenchcoat over that, making his form extra bulky. At the same time, strange rips were visible against it. Not a romance protagonist, then. Sci-fi? But the coat screamed chuunibyou characterization...

"Ah, sorry, I wasn't watching, excuse me..."

The man was still staring at me, and if anything his expression grew more annoyed. What did he want me to say? Should I chastise him for standing in the middle of the walkway?

Before I said anything, or even managed to go around him, a young girl peeked out from behind his back. She was dressed more normally, in casual clothes with a fuzzy jacket, but still stood out just by being around him. When she saw me, her first reaction was curiosity, but after a moment, her eyes widened in surprise and an unprecedented amount of delight.

"Oh, it's okay! I promise his bark is worse than his bite. Hey, you're from around here, yes? Do you have some money we can borrow?"

Huh?

The man turned to glare at the shameless girl instead. "We don't need money. Especially not from… them."

"Yes, yes. You're a big scary terrorist, you steal what you can't buy. Isn't that too much though? You're already beating poor authors senseless, how much crime do you need to commit before your dark heart is satisfied?"

I quickly turned on my heel and walked in the opposite direction.

"Hey, hey!" The girl's voice called out again, and I could hear her running to follow me. With a sigh, I paused and looked back at her. I didn't want someone like her friend chasing me, so it would be better to just hear her out.

"Ah, I'm sorry, you must think we're acting quite weird! But, really, we don't have any money. If you can, could you spare just a couple of dollars?"

"Mm, I don't know. If you're that desperate isn't it better to be more polite in asking? What happened, did you lose it all on a scam?" No, wait, what was I saying? I didn't want to deal with these guys longer than I had to. Just talking to them would make me stick out very badly.

Still, for some strange reason, I couldn't stop myself from taking on a familiar tone.

Her friend gave her a mean look, which she ignored, before glancing at me. After a second, he said, "We were mugged."

I blinked at him. "I see..." He gave a pained nod as if to really emphasize his plight, while the girl just smiled. When she noticed my gaze on her, her expression switched to that of grim sincerity.

I had to take a moment to step back and mentally collect myself. First off, how stupid did they think I was? Not only was their acting terrible, but who would honestly think a guy like this was attacked? And lost?

Still, there was a hint of realism in their performance. Definitely not mugged, but maybe they were actually broke?

I sighed to myself, folding my arms and looking up at the ceiling. Ah, what should I do? Most people would just ignore them, or perhaps the chosen few would spare them just enough won for a small meal.

I wasn't a kind person. No more than anyone else was, anyways. My philosophy was that it's best to go through life not making waves, and sometimes the politeness required to slip under the radar was misconstrued as kindness. Still, when the common consensus split so unevenly, that left one question: what would I, Y/N, do? After all, 'myself' was the only thing I could be.

I sighed again, much more exhausted this time. "Okay, let's go get dinner. Follow me."

The man's eyes shook slightly, reluctance evident in his expression. Still, when I started to walk out of the store, they followed after me. Damn, being followed by a guy in that outfit was truly humiliating...

The girl caught on much quicker, hurrying to match my pace. "Haha, isn't this sweet? Going out is much better than convenience store food. You're so nice... Mm, I don't think I caught your name?"

"Ah... Yes, my name is L/N Y/N."

"Y/N?" She echoed. My name sounded strange in her mouth for whatever reason. Maybe I just wasn't used to hearing people not from work use it. In fact, she had an odd look on her face, but it passed quickly. "I see. It's a good name!"

I smiled faintly, shrugging. "Thank you. Though, I guess you should be telling my parents that more than me."

"Aah, well, I'm Biyoo! And you can just call him the 'Supreme King.'"

I immediately shot back, "I am not calling him that," the same time our titular king went, "Do not call me that."

A moment of silence passed between us, as though he was seriously debating something. Finally, he spoke, seeming deeply annoyed. "Yoo Joonghyuk."

Was that his name, then? His manners were bad, but I let it slide for now. He would just have to thank me very sincerely for buying him food.

"Here, this place does cheap meal sets. Sorry, I know I offered, but it's nothing fancy..."

Biyoo seemingly paid this no mind, while Yoo Joonghyuk shot me an inscrutable look. Hey, at least I had some money. He was in no place to judge. Even if this would mean I'd be eating leftovers for the next couple of days.

The restaurant sat us down quickly. Biyoo and I pulled our chopsticks apart cheerfully. Yoo Joonghyuk kept his utensils untouched, however.

"What is it? I already apologized that it isn't too nice."

"I don't eat food made by others."

His voice was deadly serious. Who was this arrogant bastard? No, actually, both of them were rude. Why was I humoring them to this extent?

Finally, I shrugged. "Okay then, your choice. What's this I heard about you stealing from convenience stores? Perhaps I should go alert the workers there, I wouldn't want their jobs to be in danger just because some man decided thievery was better than perfectly good food, already paid for..."

He glared at me, but I ignored him, eating happily. Ah, the rice here was so fluffy, I never got it like this when I made it at home.

Biyoo laughed, which prompted me to look up. To my satisfaction, Yoo Joonghyuk had picked up the chopsticks and was gruffly taking his share.

"So, Y/N-ssi, tell us about yourself! I'd very much like to know about the person who's been so hospitable to us poor mugging victims."

"Well, firstly, you don't need to pretend to have been attacked to me. I already bought you food. I don't need your sob story."

"Aha, what gave it away?"

"Secondly, there's not much to say about me.. If anything, I'm more interested in your story."

"I'm sure that's not true! Let's see... What do you do for a job that lets you provide for two stragglers?"

She avoided my questioning easily. Was it okay to be giving out my information like this to two strangers? Perhaps they'd kill me after we finished eating.

"I work at an editing company. You’re just lucky I can stretch my budget these days, or we’d all be going hungry. It’s not exactly freelance? But the jobs are varied enough that it keeps me engaged."

"So, you read for a living?" Yoo Joonghyuk asked, looking unexpectedly interested.

"Er, I suppose that's one way to put it... It's a lot of typesetting and indexing meaningless writing. I do like reading fiction in my free time, though," I confirmed. "Not that I have a lot of that, of course..."

"Webnovels?"

I stopped short. "What was that?"

Yoo Joonghyuk asked again, in a patient tone, "Do you read webnovels?"

It felt like being caught reading said webnovels during work, even though my phone was firmly in my pocket, and this guy had definitely seen stranger things than a reader of webnovels. After all, they had to be read to be popular.

"Yes, a little bit... But they'd almost be harder to avoid these days."

Yoo Joonghyuk and Biyoo shared a meaningful look, though it appeared less like they were making fun of me, and more like they were commiserating on some unknown truth to my words.

"What's your favorite genre?"

"I don't know, maybe reincarnation? They can include both action and romance, so it can diversify. Isn't it a nice thought that after I die, I could come into a world where I could be even happier?"

"You shouldn't think like that," Yoo Joonghyuk said, and I raised an eyebrow.

"Well, it's not as if it's ever going to come true."

He carried on like he didn't hear me. "While you shouldn't completely forsake your plan for the future, nor can you forget the past that shaped you, you have to live in the present. You must live to give yourself the best life possible now, with what you have, rather than thinking things would get better if you had the chance to repeat them."

I stared at him for a long moment, surprised, before I... I burst out laughing. His face darkened, but I couldn't control myself. Biyoo giggled a little with me, patting his shoulder.

"I'm sorry, I'm not dismissing what you're saying. You're just so serious about it. You act like you've repeated your life many times." I grinned at him, rubbing tears out of my eyes. "I have no intention of dying anytime soon. It's just daydreams, anyways."

It was so odd being with the two of them, but I didn't hate it. Feeding them, telling them about my life, and Yoo Joonghyuk's heartfelt words. It made me feel as if we had known each other for a long time, even though it had been less than an hour.

We stayed like that for a while, talking and eating in a way that felt strangely comfortable. It had been a long time since I had last eaten with other people, especially with people so strange. I’d have to tell someone about this. But… who?

As we finished up, I thought about it. Without me asking, they offered to walk me home, and just for the fun of it, I decided I’d let them.

I’d tell my roommates, I realized. They’d berate me for having strangers come to our home, but then they’d laugh, and we’d keep a baseball bat by all of our beds. I’d tell my co-workers, who would make jokes about me treating them to dinner too. I’d tell my family, my mother fussing over whether I needed money and my sister calling me a liar for claiming Yoo Joonghyuk was dressed like an astronaut. There were plenty of people to tell, who’d want to hear about something so insignificant, who would just want to hear from me. How could I have forgotten?

When we arrived at my apartment building, we all hesitated for a long moment, none willing to be the first to say goodbye. Finally, I said, “You know, I should probably ask that you pay me back at some point.”

Biyoo smiled sadly. “Well, I doubt we’ll see each other again.”

“True. But just keep it in mind, okay?”

“Stingy,” Yoo Joonghyuk tsked and I shrugged good-naturedly.

“Thanks for walking me. I could’ve handled it on my own, but it was nice.” I worked my key out of my bag as I spoke, turning to the building. “I hope you two have a good night.” However, before I could even go inside, Biyoo reached out and clutched my sleeve desperately.

“Wait!” She burst. "Before you go, we... There's a story we want you to read! A webnovel, like the kind you enjoy. You definitely have to read it! Do you promise?"

I smiled at her earnestness. Wasn't she a bit cute? She almost reminded me of a puppy. "Alright, alright, I promise. What's the name?"

"That..." Biyoo pouted. "There isn't a name yet. It isn't released yet."

"Then how am I supposed to read it? Even when it gets published, I won't be able to find it."

"No, it's okay! I'm sure you'll find it once it starts getting released, and you'll definitely come to love that story. You made a promise to read it, so don't go back on that promise."

"Ahh, you expect so much from me. What do you want me to do, read every new webnovel until I somehow find the one you're talking about?" Despite my exaggerated words, she nodded, and all I could do was laugh. "Fine, fine! Is it a sad or happy story? I like most everything, but I should prepare myself if it's anything too sad."

Instead of her answering, Yoo Joonghyuk began, "L/N Y/N..." I glanced over at him, confused. His voice was full of inexplicable longing when he asked, "Are you happy?"

"Hah? What's that supposed to mean? If I say yes, are you going to tell me to get used to never being happy because of it?" It was a joke, but his expression was deadly serious. I gave a helpless laugh, but matched his sincerity when I told him, "I... Yeah, Yoo Joonghyuk. I'm happy. I wasn't for a long time, but I'm really happy right now."

He smiled. It was a smile that was forged from years of loneliness and hardship, but finding a way to live despite it all. I recognized it, because I saw the same exact smile in my mirror every day.

"It's a happy story."

"Then I promise I'll read it."

Biyoo gave me one last hug before she left. "We'll both do our best, alright? So, stay happy, for the rest of your life."

Those two were so strange. Still, I watched from in front of the building as they walked down the empty sidewalk, towards the setting sun, until they disappeared completely from view.

#not a wip! its finished! just not substantial enough for me to want to stick it onto my writing account.#i started writing this before the side stories started coming out and was planning to make it longer before finishing it #but after several months of putting it down i decided i liked it and met it where its at.#selk.write #also im SO GOOD at kdj characterization i cant remember if it stayed but the original blurb was like i believe in fated meetings.. but isnt #this a little too crazy!? and then i reread the bit in paradise where jhw @ kdj was like ah youre the sort who believes in fated meetings..#orv

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nanawritesit · 1 year ago

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Wonho Boyfriend Headcanons!

a/n: this wasn’t requested but there’s a CRIMINALLY low amount of wonho content so i thought i’d do something since he’s literally my husband 💞 (don’t tell san or yoongi hehe)

He loves to call you bunny 🐰

probably wants you to call him bunny as well, it’s a mutual nickname between the two of you

Holding his hand whenever he has to go somewhere high up since he’s afraid of heights, even though his hand is massive compared to yours (he is baby okay)

gym dates 🏋🏼‍♀️

even if you don’t want to work out he just likes taking you with him :)

he likes that you get to see him in his element, all sweaty and breathing heavily 😳

and you’ll usually ward off all the girls and guys who try to hit on him 😀

he’s the best at opening jars, like he should get an award for it

if you’re having trouble opening something you don’t even have to ask, you’ll just hand it to him and he’ll pop it open like it’s the easiest thing in the world

ramen dates 🍜

or pizza, depending on the day 🍕

although he prefers to make it at home with you and just snuggle up on the couch :)

you guys love cooking together

speaking of which, when you guys are alone at home, he barely wears any clothes 💀

like you sometimes wonder why he has so many shirts when he hardly ever wears them

if it’s fall or winter he’ll usually wear sweatpants around the house but that’s about it

(plus it gives him an excuse to cuddle up to you 💞)

he’s SUCH a cuddle bug

everyone thinks he’s so tough and dominant but i think he’s super soft as a boyfriend

loves it when you trace your finger along his tattoos

he can be pretty protective of you, especially if someone is being rude to you

he’ll straight up be like “hey, don’t talk to my partner like that”

he doesn’t like to act serious bc he thinks his size can be intimidating enough to people, but when it comes to protecting you, he won’t hesitate to scare tf out of someone

does NOT like it when other people hit on you

he’ll just bite the inside of his cheek and tighten his grip on your waist while his eyes are piercing into the other persons’ like daggers

again, he’s only scary when he wants to be

it doesn’t bother you though, you mostly just find him extremely attractive when he gets protective of you 👀

but moving on from that, he has a habit of just randomly picking you up and holding you in his arms no matter where you are

even if you’re around your friends, he’ll just scoop you up out of nowhere, and you’ll continue on with your conversation like nothing is happening

your friends are just like ??? why does he do that ???

and you’re just like idk he likes holding me ig 🤷🏼‍♀️

buying his his favorite milk and a tangerine from the convenience store as a surprise before you visit him at work

although he’s usually the one visiting you at work, mostly bc he doesn’t like to eat alone 🥺

you’ve started just packing both your lunches together since you usually end up sharing them

poor baby gets sick really easily so you usually end up being his nurse 💞

he gets SO whiny and needy when he’s sick too 😭

you just baby tf out of him bc he’s so damn cute

making him soup, putting a wet towel on his forehead, rubbing his tummy, refilling his humidifier, anything he needs

he’d do the same for you if he wasn’t always the one falling ill 🙃

you’ve started forcing him to take vitamin c capsules bc you’re tired of seeing him sick all the time

coffee dates ☕️

LOVES it when you steal his shirts

they’re just so big on you and he thinks you look absolutely adorable in them <3

he never gets upset when you take them, in fact he encourages it

“what’s mine is yours bunny” 🥰

obv he loves it when you get all dressed up for an event, and he’ll drool over the sight of you every time, but his favorite look is just you in casual, lazy clothes

asks you to help him practice his english almost every day

he wants to travel the world with you

buying him metamong plushies whenever you see them

he randomly buys you flowers a lot 💐

likes to send you spicy selfies when he knows you’re busy just to fluster you 😳

stealing his glasses just to mess with him, and as he’s looking for them, you’ll put them on and just sit there like ☺️

he just tackles you and covers your face in kisses bc he can’t stay mad at you

he usually prefers taking showers but he LOVES taking baths with you 💞 if he knows you’re having a stressful day he’ll draw a hot bath for the two of you before you get home with your favorite bubbles and light some candles too :)

also loves it when you touch his butt (you just can’t help yourself sometimes) 💀

you’ve definitely changed his mind about marriage. he never saw himself marrying anyone before he met you, and now he can’t imagine his life without you in it 🥰

#mx wonho #wonho fanfic #wonho fluff #wonho imagine #wonho scenarios #wonho x reader #lee hoseok #lee hoseok x reader

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fayes-fics · 6 months ago

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I am feeling eternal guilt for this message being stuck in my drafts for MONTHS. 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

I can only humbly apologise. First and foremost, your feedback always ALWAYS floors me - you see things in my writing even I didn't realise were there until you point them out, and that is fascinating. 🥹🥹🫶 I am an instinct writer, and sometimes I don't even see the patterns until after I'm done. You deserve a response as detailed as yours so, let me dive in:

The opening scene was so clear in my head as a way to economically show their friendship and explain its history. I wanted something naturalistic, not the pomp of the event itself but the casual chat between friends that happens in the quiet, tired moments after a hectic few hours - something they have obviously both been working towards for many months. That's when the magic of a connection truly reveals itself, isn't it? A partner for life isn't the one who is there in the memorable moments; it’s the one who makes the small moments seem memorable.

Yes, I wanted to show Benedict as the effortless empath he is and a hint that maybe friendship isn't all he is interested in. The airport scene was indeed another way to demonstrate that charm is effortless to him, just who he is, which means he is more than the man for the job he has ahead of him when they meet her family.

Another part of “Ben the Empath” is indeed when they finally arrive, and he intuits her needs before even she can see them herself (to steal a line from Anthony in the show, lol!). Realising this is going to be a challenging moment for her and instantly stepping into the doting boyfriend role. And yes of course, it's a very convenient excuse for him to cuddle up to the lady he obviously is into, even if she can't see it quite yet.

The first goodnight kiss, I wanted to be in front of her family as there is that inherent delicious tension - they have a convenient excuse to indulge in a touch of PDA, but the audience tempers it.

I'm glad you picked up on the nuance of communication differences between family members and fellow spouses - I think in ‘big personality’ families, the spouses will always bond a little on what it's like to be married into this crazy. I’m sure all the Bridgerton spouses feel the same lolol.

And yes, I wanted to convey as the story goes on how they both seem almost to forget it's a ruse when caught up in the heat of the moment of pretending to appear as a couple. It's the blurring of truth and ruse that gets them in the end, after all. Like Benedict defending her - there was zero acting there. He is a staunch guardian to those he loves without even realising it. Coupled with that charm, he can put people in their place, but they are almost thankful for it. I really wanted him to both charm her mother but also not quite chastise but let her know he disagrees with the opinions they have about the reader.

As to how I write him sweet and challenging? IDK, to be honest, lol. I just write the Benedict I hear in my head. Honestly, he just lives there rent-free. It's not that hard to transport him into modern times; the vernacular and clothing might be different, but it's still Benedict underneath it all, lol. Or at least the headcanon Benedict I have built off the scraps they have given us on s1 and s2.

And yes, if there is one thing I try to strive for, it's realism during sex. People talk, and the pace slows and quickens, it can be languid one moment, frantic the next. But I always try to make it passionate and intimate and yes, a little unhinged, cos when you are in the moment and it's that good, there is indeed an edgy quality to it that is surprising and addictive. In straight sex, I love to write the man as just as desperate, if not more so, than the woman. And I love it when the man just straight up says don't be embarrassed this turns me on soooo much, like that whole moment you highlighted.

I had to round off with some Christmas morning fluff, which shows how sweet he is and the promise of more to come. Which, YES, I will be writing. This Christmas, I plan to write the sequel.

Anyway, sorry I rattled on; I wanted to respond to many of the things you mentioned. I'm so happy you loved this, and I'm so sorry my response has taken months. It was sitting in my drafts for far too long. I feel honoured when you ask me to write something and I hope you will do so again in the future. It's truly a privilege to write people’s stories. Thank you again, my dear. Your feedback always truly stuns 😁🧡🧡

It's That Time Of Year

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader, modern AU

Summary: It's that time of year... when you could use a fake boyfriend.

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors DNI, oral sex (m to f), vaginal sex, dirty talk, hand as gag, quiet sex, sex in childhood bedroom. Fake dating, family dynamics, lots of feelings, friends to lovers.

Word Count: 11.3 k (eek Im sorry)

Authors Note: Here's my tropetacular winter 2023 Benepic! Request fill for @broooookiecrisp (HERE), who wanted fake boyfriend trope with Benedict accompanying the reader to the USA to spend Christmas with her family. I hope you like it, my dear. Thanks to @colettebronte for the read-through. Enjoy and happy holidays! 🎄

December 20th

“Thank you,” Benedict clinks his champagne glass against yours, “for everything.”

You blush and look down from his intense blue-eyed gaze, staring instead at the untied bowtie around his collar that seems almost more attractive than when fastened.

“It was nothing,” you demure.

“It was not nothing!” he scoffs, giving you a gentle shoulder bump as you both lean on the high-top table.

“Alright, it was my job then,” you modify, giving him a modest smile as you hotch slightly - beautiful though they are, you cannot wait to take off these high-heels.

“And you are excellent at your job,” he asserts before downing the rest of his champagne and refilling both glasses from the bottle before you.

He is lingering much longer than you thought he might, long after all his family and all the guests have left. The event was over a while ago, and all around you, the venue staff are clearing tables and stacking chairs.

Tonight was indeed a rousing success. Your first-time event managing the end-of-year fundraising gala for the Bridgerton Family Foundation, they hit a new record amount raised. Standing next to you is the newly minted CEO of that organisation, Benedict Bridgerton, looking far too dashing in his custom-fitted tuxedo. Empathetic and naturally in tune with the needs of others, he is indeed the perfect replacement to run the charitable arm of the family business now that his mother has decided to retire. In previous years, you both took deputy roles - him to his mother, you to your old boss - this was the first year you both stepped up to the plate to run things, and if you do say so yourself, you have both done an excellent job of it. A delightful working partnership built on years of friendship since meeting at university as an exchange student.

“You deserve a long Christmas break after this,” he breezes.

“Going home to the States in a couple of days,” you nod. “I’m both looking forward to it and dreading it in equal measure, to be honest,” you confess, this second glass of champagne acting like a truth serum. You didn't want to or even get the chance to drink earlier, but a little tipple to round off the rewarding night is lovely, especially in present company.

“How come?” he seems genuinely curious, his forehead knitting adorably. Of course, he wouldn't understand; he comes from an idyllic family.

“I am very much the black sheep,” you shrug, twirling a finger absent-mindedly around the rim of your glass. “Being childless, unmarried and single at thirty-three in a midwestern family is unheard of and thus the subject of much ridicule.”

“Wow,” his eyebrows shoot up, “that's…,” he hesitates.

“Judgemental? Parochial? Small-minded?” you supply dryly on his behalf.

“I was going to say traditional… but sure, those work too,” he chuckles.

You giggle a little, then sigh. “So a mixed blessing, really. It's nice to see them all; I just wish they were a bit less them, you know?” you gesture vaguely into the air.

“A boyfriend would really take the heat off?” he queries.

“Hah!” you can’t contain the bubble of amusement at the mere thought. “Chance would be a fine thing. But, yes, that likely would take the edge off the worst of their barbs.”

“Well, I’m at a loose end,” he comments, seemingly changing the subject. “The family is spread to the four corners of the globe this Christmas. Mum is going to Costa Rica for a retired ladies' trip with Lady D. Don't ask,” he adds amusingly, holding up his hands. “Kate and Ant are taking their kids to Lapland, and my various siblings are travelling or staying with partners. Weirdly, it’ll be our first Christmas apart. At least we will all reunite for New Year's at Aubrey Hall.”

“Aww, that sounds nice,” you offer neutrally.

“What I'm saying, y/n, is…,” he continues slowly as if waiting for the penny to drop, “if you need a fake boyfriend, I am available. It’s the very least I can do after all of this,” he explains, gesturing around the room. “Plus, it might be novel to experience a typical American Christmas,” he shrugs casually.

You can’t help it; you gape at him. Completely floored. The idea is utterly left-of-field and yet so exciting your heart pounds. If there is one downside to working so closely with Benedict these last few months, it has been the exponential growth of your inappropriate feelings for him. He is so sweet and handsome; no one would be immune, frankly. It was bad enough when you were at university together; now, well, it’s slightly lethal. Your mind boggles at him playing the role of a doting boyfriend; your body, however, seems very enthused, a warm flush creeping over your skin at the mere thought.

He chuckles nervously, a likely reaction to your stunned silence. “Listen, it was just a silly suggestion; you don’t have t-”

“Yes!” you squeak, interrupting and grabbing his jacket cuff boldly when he seems to be withdrawing. “Please,” you add almost as an afterthought, unsure how to thank someone for such a generous offer.

His face breaks out into the most handsome grin.

“Excellent! Then, it's a date!” he exclaims, tilting his glass towards yours again. “Well, a fake date,” he amends with a lopsided grin that makes your stomach flip.

Oh god. What am I letting myself in for?!

___

December 23rd

“Are you sure about this? You can still back out...” you offer, fidgeting in the bag-drop queue at Heathrow three days later.

“Please. What else am I going to do? Sit around my flat, billy-no-mates, and eat a sad M&S ready meal?! You are literally rescuing me,” he counters, probably exaggerating for your amusement.

Very much following the motto of not looking a gift horse in the mouth, you had texted Benedict your flight details that same night, and he has made it all happen in the hours since. Somehow, he managed to wave the Brigerton magic wand and secure what was probably the last seat on your direct flight two days before Christmas. Unluckily for him, he has to slum it in economy with the rest of the plebs like yourself. He couldn't even get a seat near you; he's stuck down the back, in the middle, near the galley.

“How about we swap seats at least?” you offer, guilt creeping in, looking at your printed boarding pass. Not only is Benedict doing you a favour, but he’s also pretzelling his tall self into an uncomfortable seat. The least you can do is offer him your aisle seat.

“I’ll be fine,” he dismisses, waving a hand and fishing out his passport as you are called to the desk.

“Travelling together?” the pretty, painted lady breezes at you, holding out a perfectly manicured hand to take your passport and ticket. Then you watch her practically melt as she claps eyes on Benedict.

Tsk. Typical.

“Not exactl…” you begin.

“Yes,” he cuts in with a winning smile. “Sadly, we couldn't get seats together, though,” he pouts a touch theatrically.

“Oh! Well, let me see what I can do about that… It is Christmas, after all,” she winks at him conspiratorially, then taps on her keyboard.

A few minutes later, your bags are checked in, and you are upgraded to Premium Economy. The lady was apologetic that you still couldn't get seats together but a row apart instead. You are pretty sure if there was space, the handsome bastard would have gotten you upgraded to business without even trying.

Oh, to be a pretty Bridgerton.

___

Twelve hours later, you are in a taxi, tired but grateful for the additional legroom on the flight, even managing a few hours of light napping. Benedict is similarly sleepy, both of your heads lolling around as the car zips down the road. By the time you reach your family home, it’s evening, but to your body clocks, it's the middle of the night.

As you slide out of the taxi, a long arm wraps around your shoulders, and you startle.

“Best to look convincing from the off,” Benedict mutters as he throws his duffle bag on top of your suitcase and trundles them up the path with his other hand.

You nod and dutifully wrap your arm around his waist over his puffer coat, slightly annoyed at how good it feels, as if your arm belongs there.

“This is so American it's almost a cliche,” he jests, looking up at your parents' house, holiday string lights twinkling in the dusk.

You giggle at his remark and bump him with your hip, quickly escalating into a friendly tussle. He hauls you into his arms and swings you in front of him.

“What are you doing?” you whisper, your limbic system alive at the feel of him pressed into you even behind heavy coats.

“Just go with it,” he responds with an easy confidence and that dazzling smile. As if in slow motion, his lips descend, and you reel as they lightly brush yours, an explosion behind your ribs at this passing touch.

Over your shoulder, you hear the front door opening and realise it’s for show, for a particular audience. You are grateful for the forethought but completely discombobulated from this partial kiss.

How am I going to survive a week of this?

“Mrs y/l/n, Mr y/l/n,” he calls as you linger in his arms, not wanting to turn around just yet.

“Well, hello there. This must be the famous Mr Bridgerton,” your dad's opening line. “We have heard so very little about you. Before yesterday anyway,” he adds, already twisting the knife in early as you pull up to the porch.

“That may well be because I asked her not to,” Benedict rebuts smoothly, releasing you to give a firm handshake. “I love the element of surprise,” he adds with a smile you have seen him deploy before, a weapon’s grade charm offensive.

Your mother’s face is a picture. “Well, well, we certainly didn't expect someone quite so handsome to accompany our daughter,” she drawls, verging on flirtatious.

Benedict drapes his arm around your shoulders and nuzzles your hair. “Whyever not? She is simply wonderful,” he sighs, his hot breath tickling your scalp before letting you go again.

Damn, he is good at this.

“Hello, mom, dad…” you greet politely before moving in for a short hug from both.

“Happy holidays, darling. Let's get inside,” your mother fusses.

Within a few minutes, after some casual pleasantries are exchanged as you remove coats, you watch your mother give Benedict a tour of their home, including, to your chagrin, your childhood bedroom, which is a time capsule from your teen years. At least the dog-eared band posters have been taken down. As you drift back to the living room, Christmas music plays from a speaker behind the tree. Your family loves to go all out on the holiday decorating. It does feel festive and cosy, though.

“It will be a full house with all of our kids and their spouses staying tonight. So there are no spare rooms. You are on the sofabed in the den, Mr Bridgerton,” your dad comments, gesturing to the room next door; the message very clear.

“That's fine,” Benedict huffs genially, “and please, call me Ben.”

“I might actually head to bed now,” you admit over a stifled yawn. “My body thinks it's 2am.”

“Same,” Benedict chimes.

“Oh, you should stay up, try to get into the timezone,” your mother clucks, always with an opinion about how you are not doing things how she would. “Ben has not yet been introduced to Tucker, Travis, Tegan and their spouses. They are all still out at dinner…” she indicates, listing your siblings and looking most perturbed at your decision.

“Tomorrow, Mom,” you assure.

“Alright,” she capitulates with a sigh, mostly when she sees Benedict yawn behind his hand.

“Goodnight…” you offer to all and go to leave the room, but as you get to the door, Benedict stops you with an arm shooting out.

“Don't I get a goodnight kiss, my love?” he pouts.

At first, you look up at him shocked, then a flick of his eyes over your shoulder makes you realise he is continuing the ruse.

“Maybe,” you flirt back, jetlag somehow making you daring. An ideal excuse to be coquettish, even though your parents likely can't hear your exchange above the music playing. They can certainly see your body language, though.

“Oh, I see. What do I have to do to earn it?” Benedict plays along, a dangerous smile and a large hand low on your lumbar spine, pulling you into him.

“Tell me you will miss not sleeping next to me,” you boldly request, a little cheeky smile tugging at your lips to see how far he will let you push this.

A long finger swipes a tendril of hair out of your face and behind your ear, a thumb curling under your chin.

“Every night I'm not sleeping next to you is my misfortune,” he replies, sounding wistful, his eyes seeming to burn with something approaching sincerity. It makes your stomach swoop like you are standing on a cliff edge on a windy day.

“Good answer,” you stumble in acknowledgement, pushing up onto your tip toes, heart in your mouth.

“I do what I can,” he answers against your lips and then draws you into a slow, plush kiss.

His mouth doesn't open, but it doesn't matter; the hint of wetness on his pursed lips has your body reacting, a charge ripping through your being. A sudden yearning for him to push you against the wall and plunder your mouth with his tongue. When he withdraws, you know your pupils are blown wide, but you are taken aback that his are, too; the dampness on his lip shines in the glow of the Christmas tree.

Your father pointedly clearing his throat breaks the spell, and you jump apart as if burned.

“Sorry,” you both mumble and Benedict pulls the most adorable ‘oopsie, my bad’ face.

“Goodnight, y/n,” he says tacitly.

“Goodnight, Ben.”

As you climb the stairs slowly, exhaling the breath it feels like you have been holding since he grabbed your arm, you know that kiss will be replaying in your head for weeks. If he keeps this up, you may well combust.

This was a fantastically bad idea.

___

December 24th

You awaken on Christmas Eve when it’s still dark outside. A glance at your phone says it’s right after 4:30am. Already knowing you won’t get any more sleep, you throw open your case and grab slippers and a hoodie, deciding to head down to make a coffee.

You almost jump out of your skin when you see a silhouette sitting at the kitchen table.

“Sorry,” Benedict atones as he sees you clutching your chest, “time zones.”

“Same… coffee?”

“Please…”

As you potter around, making a pot as quiet as possible, he scrolls on his phone. You join him once it’s brewing.

“How is the sofa bed?” you ask, wincing guiltily.

“I've slept on worse,” he obfuscates jovially.

“Sorry, if I’d known there wouldn't be a spare bed, I would have booked a hotel,” you apologise, rubbing your temples.

“No, it’s tradition to stay with family at Christmas,” he rebukes with a smile.

“Thank you again for all this,” you mutter, shoving your hands into your hoodie pockets. “Have you done this fake boyfriend thing before?” your question is only partially in jest.

“No, what makes you say that?” he huffs bemused.

“You, uhh, have been doing an excellent acting job,” you shrug. “Thank you, by the way. I don’t think they quite believe I could land you, but I’d argue you have been very convincing regardless….”

“Don't say that,” he frowns, cutting in.

“You don’t think they buy it?” concerned things may not be working as well as you believed.

“Not that,” he waves a dismissive hand, “the other thing. Why wouldn’t they believe you could ‘land me’?” he rounds off with a quotation gesture.

You bark a laugh. “Have you seen you?

“Stop,” he seems genuinely ticked. “That is all shit. I would be lucky to have you,” he mumbles, not meeting your eye, staring out of the French doors into the inky blackness. It won’t be sunrise for another three hours this time of year. “I am lucky, in fact, to have you as a friend,” he adds, his thoughts sounding far away.

“Well, same. I still have no idea how to repay you for all of this…” you admit.

“I already said, none needed. Why would I not choose a little foreign adventure with a good friend when the alternative is Christmas alone?!” he scoffs as the coffee machine beeps.

Unsure quite what to say, you get up to make a cup, knowing without asking how he takes his. Retaking your seat, you pick at the idea again.

“I think we should strategise…” you mutter into your mug.

“About what?”

“The plan. Now you have some inkling of what they are like, maybe we should talk tactics…?” you trail off, not sure even yourself where you are going with this.

“It's simple, isn't it?” he counters, taking a gulp of coffee. “We hold hands, hug and kiss occasionally, you know, act like a couple….” he shrugs as if it's the simplest thing in the world. Maybe it is to him; his heart probably doesn't pound when you so much as touch.

“Okay, well, I guess we can improvise. But let me know if it all gets too much. Send me a secret code or something,” you offer.

“Like a safe word?” he chuckles.

“Something like that,” you allow, trying to mask the heat you feel creeping up your sternum at the very thought.

Just then, his phone vibrates on the table.

“Sorry, it's Ant. I should probably take this,” he apologises, standing up.

You swallow a sip of your coffee, trying not to think too hard about anything, when suddenly he leans over your shoulder from behind, the phone still buzzing in his hand.

“By the way, my safeword is Byron,” he rumbles silkily into your ear. “Not that I’ll ever need it,” he adds, walking away casually while you try to bring your heart rate back to normal.

Dear God, this man is going to kill me.

___

You take your coffee back to bed when Benedict doesn't reappear after a few minutes and end up passing out again for a couple of hours. By the time you are awake again, the house is a hive of noise and activity. You pass Kallie, your oldest brother's wife, in the hallway, and she punches your arm lightly.

“Welcome home, and well fucking done!” she winks, and you frown, confused what she’s talking about. She jerks a thumb over her shoulder. “That delicious slice of Britishness in there,” she elucidates.

Shit! It just occurs to you that by falling back asleep, you left Benedict alone to fend for himself in the melee of your family. The poor man must be mauled alive by now.

So when you enter the kitchen, the last thing you expect to see is the sight before you. Benedict, with an apron on, tossing American-style pancakes like a pro on the hotplate while your family chatters around him, applauding as he serves up another perfect-looking batch.

“Darling!” he calls when he sees you. “Come here!” he exclaims warmly, holding out his arms.

Unsure what else to do and powerless to resist the opportunity, you walk over and allow yourself to be swept into his arms. He presses a kiss onto your cheek. He smells like butter and syrup, and you want to burrow into him.

“Sorry I left you alone in the lion's den,” you say close to his ear so only he can hear.

He smiles into your hair. “They are fine, honestly; I can handle it,” he assures mutely.

You pull back and swipe a tiny fleck of batter from his face, enjoying the round of his cheekbone as you do. What makes an odd weight land on your ribs is how his pupils dilate fractionally as you lick the dot off your thumb.

“Delicious, Mr Bridgerton,” again, unable to stop yourself from flirting with him now you have the excuse.

Something in him looks almost wild as your gaze locks.

“Get a room!” your brother, Tucker, jeers from the table.

Part of you wants to sass back some version of ‘apparently we’re not allowed’ and ‘I wish’, but all you can do is smile at Benedict as he mirrors your expression.

“More, please, Mr Brid-un,” your youngest nephew toddles over, holding up his plate expectantly.

Benedict finally looks away and ruffles the little kid’s hair. “Certainly, Brandon,” he offers warmly.

“What I find fascinating is how a proper British gentleman knows how to make good old-fashioned American pancakes,” your mother pipes up from her seat at the kitchen island.

“Oh, my nanny was an American,” Benedict waves the spatula as he pours more batter onto the hotplate and begins a new batch.

“Your grandmother was from the colonies?” Travis mocks, feigning outrage.

“Oh no… not that sort. My umm nanny nanny, as in the lady who looked after us as kids,” he explains, looking somewhat sheepish.

“Shhiittttt,” your sister Teegan drawls, looking up from her phone for the first time. “You’re like actual rich, huh?”

“Language Tee!” your mother warns from across the room.

Teegan pulls a face and then turns her attention back to Benedict, awaiting his response.

“Please, can you all not be so… y/l/n,” you cut in, holding up your hands to the gathered family. “For once, can you all just…?” you taper off, hoping they will read between the lines.

“How’d you two meet?” Dean, Teegan’s husband, calls out, ignoring your plea completely.

“We actually met at university many years ago,” Benedict explains, flipping the pancakes as they bubble. “But we started working together last year on various projects, and well, we grew much closer.”

So far, so truthful.

“Then, well, one memorable day, when we successfully wrapped up a project we had worked on so hard together, I realised she meant so much more to me than a friend,” Benedict continues, sounding so sincere you almost believe it yourself. A tiny flutter in your chest that the project he refers to could be the Gala. “I kept it to myself for a while, but late one night, I couldn't resist, and I confessed my feelings. I am the luckiest man alive because it turns out she felt the same. And, well… here we are,” he concludes, shooting you a look so loaded you forget it's a yarn for a few seconds.

“Friends-to-lovers, I stan,” Claire, your other sister-in-law, comments. She always has her head stuck in some romance book.

As Benedict serves the next batch, the focus of the room is pulled to your nieces and nephews as they overload their pancakes with toppings, and you are grateful to be out of the glare of the family spotlight temporarily.

“How did I do?” Benedict murmurs into your ear as he sidles up next to you, wrapping an arm around your back. There's a tinge of pride in his voice. He knows he has them eating out the palm of his hand, and fuck if it isn't so attractive.

“I should tip you…” you joke, not wanting to give away quite how flustered you are.

“I accept payment in kisses,” he breathes, his smouldering stare sliding down to your lips as you crane your head to look up at him.

It's only a few minutes later, as you grab a pancake from the stack that you realise he didn't say that at volume anyone else could hear… it was purely for you. And you have no earthly idea what to do with that thought.

___

The rest of Christmas Eve passes with your family’s usual rituals, with Benedict beside you, playing the doting boyfriend to perfection. Each brush of his makes your adrenaline spike—a divine torture.

While dinner is cooking in the afternoon, your parents usher most of you out of the house for a walk in the bracing cold to build up an appetite. And so you stroll, Benedict’s gloved hand in yours.

“So Ben, is everyone in London not married with kids, or is it only my sister who can't seem to figure it out despite her old age?” your sister Teegan digs as she pushes the buggy next to you.

“Well, we are a similar age, and I'm not married with kids either,” he points out breezily.

“Yeah, but…” she halts, realising there is no response she can think of. “Wait, why don't you have kids yet? Don’t you want a family? I thought you said you had lots of brothers and sisters?”

“I do come from a big family, yes. And I suppose one day, yes, I do want kids of my own,” he adds, seemingly honest as you listen intently, your heartbeat in your ears, “but I feel no rush yet.”

“So you’re not knocking this one up anytime soon then?” your brother Tucker stirs, checking your shoulder roughly from the other side.

You can't help but feel a blush darken your cheeks at that and refuse to look up at Benedict. You open your mouth to tell Tucker to shut up, but Benedict cuts across you.

“If anyone has come close to being someone I would consider having kids with, it's your sister,” he admits casually, as if talking about the weather. But for you, it feels like you are back on that proverbial cliff edge about to dive over, heart racing. It takes every fibre of your being to keep walking and acting naturally, grateful for the gloves between your joined hands; not sure you could handle his skin touching yours as he says such things.

“Ooooooo,” Tucker singsongs, “going to the chapel, and they’re gonna get mar...”

“Cut it out!” you grouse.

He peels a laugh, then jogs on ahead to catch up with Dean.

“I’m sorry about that,” your apology hushed as you keep walking, Teegan falling behind you to deal with one of her kids' tantrums.

“Why? It's an inevitable question when you meet your other half’s family,” he points out, squeezing your hand reassuringly as you wander as a pair.

“Yes, but… it's a bit much, considering they just met you hours ago. They are intentionally stirring the pot. Trying to scare you off,” you frown, realising what they are doing as you say it aloud.

Benedict stops walking, and it makes you halt, too. “Nothing could scare me off,” he assures, his face soft with understanding as he cups your jaw. His cold, damp glove is a balm to your flushed, embarrassed face.

“Right,” you nod, “cos this is all fake…” you add quietly, trying to hide the defeated tone.

“Anyone who knows how great you are would not be scared off by the idea of a future with you,” Benedict says soothingly, a thumb stroking your cheekbone.

“Well, when you meet a candidate who fits that bill, send them over to me, yeah?” you quip brittly as you look off into the distance, unable to meet his hazy, sincere eyes.

His response is interrupted by your niece tugging on his coat.

“Uncle Ben, can I sit on your shoulders? Please? Daddy already has Brandon, and my feet are so tired,” she whines in that dramatic way only little ones do.

Benedict laughs and releases you. “Certainly, Sofia,” he smiles as he hauls her onto his shoulders, uncaring of the mess her little boots smear onto his coat as he does so.

“Faster! Go faster!” she orders, and genially, Benedict obeys, moving ahead and breaking into a light jog as she giggles loudly and holds onto his chin.

You try to ignore the flutter in your chest at the sight of him with a kid on his shoulders, as if he were born to do so.

This was such a mistake…

___

“When are you moving home, y/n?”

You knew this was likely coming. The question your mum has to ask every time you visit. And every year, your answer is the same.

“I don't think I will be, Mom,” you explain calmly as you pass the plate of peas to your sister, not wanting to look at Benedict, who sits opposite you at the long table. “I love London. It feels like home,” you add with a shrug.

“Yes, but this living abroad thing is supposed to be a phase—a young person thing. You are mid-thirties now. It's time you settled down,” she frowns.

“I am settled,” you reply neutrally, “I have a place of my own that I love.”

“Yes, but an apartment, sorry ‘flat’,” she self-corrects sarcastically, “that’s not a real home. A home is a house with a garden in a safe town with good schools for your children,” she lectures.

This line of discussion used to annoy and rile you up, but you have become weary of it over the years. The rest of your family is tucking into their food but listening smugly, having towed the traditional family line.

“I think home can be many things,” Benedict pipes up from across the table. “A home is about where you feel safe and secure, surely Mrs y/l/n?”

“Well, yes…” your mother falters, slightly taken aback by his interruption but still charmed by his effortless congeniality.

“Then I would say your daughter’s home is London,” he smiles disarmingly. “You should see her there; I encourage you to visit sometime. She has a home she has made beautiful. She has many friends, and she is amazing at her job. She is happy. I, for one, cannot imagine her anywhere else.”

Again, you can feel your heart beating at his sweet words, even knowing they are all for show; it's lovely that someone has your back for once, defending your choices.

“But what of the schools, Mr Bridgerton?” your dad piles in, “I have heard nightmares of the school system in the inner cities, in this country and yours,” he shudders.

“My family has always gone to a superb prep school in Chelsea. I see no reason why our children could not do the same when the time comes,” Benedict responds with a winning smile.

You almost drop the corn casserole at that line.

Plonking it heavily on the table and taking a deep breath, you finally pluck the courage to look over at him. Looking back at you is a playful smile and a wink. And suddenly, you know what he is doing. It likely appears genuine to others, but you know him too well; you know all his facial tells. He is doing this for sport. To entertain you. The kaleidoscope of emotions you feel is near exhausting, relief mixed with a tang of disappointment that it's all for show.

“Well, that's wonderful news, Benedict,” your mother squeaks. “I cannot wait to hear more once you are engaged,” never failing to find an opportunity to take a dig.

“You will be the first to hear, I promise,” he smiles winningly and takes a bite of food. “This is delicious, by the way,” he adds, “I hope you will share the recipe with me, seeing as we will likely be family one day...”

And just like that, he expertly manoeuvres your mother onto the only topic she loves more than marriage - cooking. As if he could intuit how to steer the conversation. Relieved, you sit back and finally take a deep breath, then a bite of your admittedly delicious plate. You are even grateful he manages to distract them long enough that there are no jibes about your weight.

Maybe this wasn't such a mistake…

___

A few hours later, with the little ones tucked up in bed, the adults gather around the tree with the fireplace roaring and the festive music softly playing. It's time for gift exchange, a family tradition away from the hubbub of Christmas morning with the focus on the children ripping through all the gifts Santa left for them.

You are enjoying the buzz a second large glass of wine provides when the focus turns to you. Benedict sits beside you and slides a hand onto your knee. Still, your body reacts, but you attempt to act as if it doesn't make your blood pump hard in your head.

“Benedict, we didn't know you were coming, so I'm sorry we have no gift for you to open,” your mother says sheepishly, “and y/n, we have done as you always ask; we have sent you a gift card over email,” she explains, “which makes me sad as you have no gift to unwrap….”

“That's fine, Mom, thank you. And don't worry, I don't need a gift,” you assure, taking another swig.

“Actually….” Benedict clears his throat, “I have a gift for my girlfriend if that is okay?”

You look agog at him.

“But… I didn't get you anything,” you splutter, even as he moves his hand from you and reaches behind his back, revealing a small navy velvet box.

“Don't worry. It's nothing really, just something small,” Benedict assures, even as you can feel everyone’s eyes on you as you reluctantly let him place it in your hands.

Slowly, you pull at the tail of the lovely soft gold ribbon until it relents. With your heart in your mouth, you snap open the box. Nestled in more navy velvet is a tiny, beautiful crystal penguin, your favourite animal.

“Ben…” you are lost for all other words, tears prickling the corners of your eyes.

“I remember you loved the larger one my mum had on her desk,” he explains lowly as you stare transfixed by all the facets catching the twinkling light. “Every time we had a meeting, you would stare at it or play with it. So I knew I had to get you one too, for your desk… or wherever you want to put it,” he modifies sweetly.

You can't help it - the swell of emotions makes you throw your arms around him as you clutch the precious item. It's like he has managed to distil everything you could want from a Christmas gift - something personal, tailored to you, nothing too extravagant but small, elegant and beautiful. And that he had the forethought to bring it across the Atlantic with him makes your heart burst even more. He is possibly the best friend you could ever have. You fervently wish he was so much more.

“I can't believe you remember that,” you mumble. “This is perfect and beautiful. Thank you, Ben, thank you so much.”

“Merry Christmas, my love,” he says into your hair at a volume you know is designed to be heard by the room.

“Merry Christmas,” you return quieter, only for him.

Vaguely, you hear your mother moving on to hand a gift to another, perhaps embarrassed by the display of affection between you. Grateful that the family focus seems to have shifted to someone else, you go to pull away from the embrace, but Benedict draws you tighter into him.

“Lovers don't let go so quickly,” he whispers. “Now I'm going to kiss you again if that is okay…”

Your tummy flips. “Okay…” you barely struggle out the word.

Then his hand is on your cheek, and time seems to slow like treacle; his eyes burn into yours as he moves in, then flutter closed as his lips meet yours. Again, it is like a rollercoaster, a thrilling plunge as his lips move over yours. It's like the previous night, respectful with a closed mouth but so sweet and promising, so much more a whole ripple runs through your body. You need more, so much more, desperate to climb into his lap and demand a real kiss, audience be damned. When you part, he tilts his forehead against yours and smiles gently, licking his lip as if savouring the taste.

“I'm glad you like it. The gift that is,” he clarifies, a sweet mumble.

You giggle. “I love it, Ben, thank you. I'm sorry I didn't get you anything; I feel terrible.”

“Being here with you is gift enough,” he assures in a voice that melts your insides, which you assume is for the audience.

My god, this man will be the death of me.

The rest of the evening passes in a pleasant fog of wine, your siblings holding court and telling stories as you listen, feeling the weight of Benedict’s hand again on your leg as he sips on a whiskey. Once again, you feel the creeping of jetlag and decide to turn in around 10pm. You give Benedict a peck on the cheek before he can draw you into another confounding kiss and make your escape upstairs with a glass of eggnog and your book.

As you settle into bed, you try not to let your thoughts spiral as you catch sight of the crystal penguin in its box. Instead, you tell yourself he is a good friend and rich; it's likely nothing to him, and not to read too much into it.

___

December 25th

At some point, you drift off to sleep, book in hand, the timezone still catching you out. You only realise it when you are awoken suddenly around 2am by a knock on your door.

“Come in,” you croak, sitting up and rubbing your eyes to adjust to the light; you had fallen asleep with the bedside lamp on low while reading.

The door opens ajar, and Benedict’s handsome face pops in. “I saw your light on…” he says softly, “just wanted to check on you.”

You put your book aside, pull the covers around your neck and feel an odd flutter as he closes the door behind him. He looks cosy in long tartan pyjama bottoms and a soft dark t-shirt.

“I'm sure your dad would kill me if he knew I were here,” he jests as he hovers a few feet away.

“Come sit,” you pat the bed next to you, even as you feel strange about him being here, dead of night on Christmas Day.

He nods gratefully and perches on the edge of your bed. It's a full-size mattress, bigger than a twin, but not a double bed. You can feel his weight tugging the bedding tight over your thighs.

“Thank you again for my gift, truly,” you gesture to the box on your bedside table.

“I had to. I couldn't think of anything more… you...” Benedict smiles that demure smile with downcast eyes that always makes you want to shake him and tell him to stop looking so fucking adorable. Or mount him. Or both. You have to bite your lip to stop blurting out your errant thoughts.

“But still to buy me such a wonderful gift and put up with my family… I mean… you deserve a medal,” you shrug.

A hand clamps onto your knee through the bedding, but it still surprises you.

“Stop it,” he gruffs. “I'm going to need you to stop. Seriously. I chose to come here. It's been fun. Something different. Yes, your family is a bit… intense, but everyone’s is. Each has its own special blend of crazy. You’ve seen the Bridgerton brand of dysfunctional up close,” he points out, knowing without saying more how much you have watched them bicker over the years.

“But you’ve said all those lovely things, made up all these amazing believable stories…” you argue back weakly.

“Every single thing I have said to your family has been the truth,” he responds solemnly.

You replay a few choice record-scratch moments in your head. “But what about the stuff about me being the person you could see yourself having kids with and where these imaginary kids would go to school…” you point out, wincing as you do.

“I told no lies,” he answers each syllable enunciated slowly, staring you down.

It feels like your whole world tilts when he utters those words.

“What are you saying?” you query, breathier than you mean to sound but needing him to spell it out.

He sighs, but a mischievous grin twitches the corner of his mouth. “You are much smarter than this; don't be obtuse now, y/n,” he rumbles, something in the challenging way he says it catches a fire behind your ribs.

“Ben…” you warn, so many contradictory feelings at once.

“You are all the things I said and more, and you must know how amazing you are,” he offers softly as you feel your eyes misting.

“Please don't,” your last vestige of resistance, still not believing what he says can possibly be true, too close to a festive miracle. Part of you thinks that at any moment, you will wake up alone and bereft.

His fingertips brush your cheek, and you inhale sharply and look up to see him inches from your face.

“Fine, if you don't somehow believe my words, maybe you’ll believe my deeds…”

It's the last few words out of his mouth before his lips meet yours.

This time, it's not for an audience; it's just for the two of you, and it almost stops your heart. A hesitant, soft, sweet brush that becomes more as he leans in and deepens the kiss. His lips part yours as your mind grinds to a halt, tentatively following his lead, kissing him back… the catalyst, the permission he needs. A large hand rounds behind your head and pulls you forward. Suddenly, it's a tidal wave, his tongue rolling greedily over yours, becoming hungry, urgent, desperate, your body awash with chemicals, scarcely able to believe Benedict, the star of every one of your spicy dreams, is here in your childhood bedroom, kissing the very life out of you in the early hours of Christmas Day.

“Lay down,” he murmurs into your skin as his lips glide over your cheek, and you follow his order without thought, shuffling down obediently until you lie flat and stare up at him transfixed.

It’s as if he’s taken your disbelief as a challenge to prove how very real this is. With one hand, he tosses aside the covers and crawls over you until he is engulfing you, surrounding you with his scent that makes your mouth water. His lips are hot on your neck as his hands map your body, lingering in places you are self-conscious about.

“Do you have any idea how sexy you are?” he sighs as if disputing your internal monologue, his breath ghosting warm over your collarbone.

“Stop…” you demure, wriggling under him, feeling bashful.

“No..” his crooked smile is lethal as his head pops up from worrying your throat with a little edge of his teeth. His hand skates your clothed breast, and on instinct, you push up into it, your nipple hardening as the heat of his palm seeps through your nightshirt. “Please take off your top,” he implores, his mouth finding your lips again. “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve dreamt of touching your naked body.”

“I can’t believe this…” you mutter, shaky, confounded that it could be true—the man you desire desiring you back just as wantonly. He lowers his body between your legs, surging his hips so you feel something insistent inside his pyjamas.

“Now, do you believe me?” he dusks into your ear.

“Benedict…” falls from your lips as an excited shudder.

“Say my name again, please,” he huffs right against your cheekbone, pinning you under him with his pelvis.

“Benedict,” you repeat, revelling in the effect it seems to have on him.

It gives you the courage to whip off your top. The noise he makes as he realises you are naked underneath it is a beeline right between your legs.

“Shh,” you hush, giggling, a rush through your veins, not wanting anyone to disturb this, as he slides his lips down over your skin towards your breasts.

“I cannot,” he remarks gleefully, “not with such a bounty beneath me.”

His lips clamp onto your left nipple, sucking and swirling his tongue with an intensity that steals the breath from your lungs.

“Might wake fam…” you stumble out, impressed you can even do that.

He pulls up, his biceps in tense relief as he balances on his fists curled on either side of your waist. “Then lock your damn door,” he growls in a way that has you clenching.

“No lock…” you squeak, wishing beyond belief you had one.

“Shit, really?” he sighs, leaning back down to kiss over your sternum. “I’m not sure I can be quiet; I’ve wanted this for too long…”

You go to query that statement, but he moves to your other breast and does the same, so the only sound you are capable of is a guttural moan.

“Shh,” he hushes you back cheekily, tilting his head up from your chest, eyes sparkling and face so achingly handsome you still can barely believe this is happening,

“We really do have to be quiet…” you point out reluctantly.

“I know,” he sighs into your breastbone, dropping a soft kiss there. “I want to tell you so many things….”

“Whisper them to me…” you beseech, running your fingers through his lush, thick head of hair, tilting your breast back up to his mouth.

He smirks and catches your unsubtle hint, once again using his talented mouth to make you shudder under him. He runs a finger down your centre line to your belly.

“Your body is perfect,” he sighs. You go to protest, but he shoots you a disapproving look, so you bite back your words. “I could get lost for hours tracing your lines,” he hums, his featherlight touch tickling as it crosses under your belly button, making you giggle. “Hmm, a little ticklish too,” he sounds utterly captivated by that discovery, throwing you a very troublesome expression.

“Don't use it against me…” you warn, knowing he will ignore you, a fizzy feeling at this playfulness.

“Oh, I just might…” he chuckles as he runs his tongue lower over your torso, a hot, damp line that leaves fluttering in his wake. “I could do this all night…your skin is so soft,” he purrs, inhaling deeply, nuzzling his nose above the line of your pyjama bottoms. “You always smell so fantastic,” he sighs, using his teeth to tug on the ribbon.

You’ve never had someone be this vocal during intimacy. It makes you feel reassured but also slightly bewildered by just how aroused you are getting, Benedict’s resonant voice skittering compliments over your skin, making you embarrassingly wet. Your hands greedily pull at his t-shirt, hoping he will get the hint.

“If you want something from me, you have to say it,” he teases as he switches to using his fingers to undo the bow on your pyjamas.

“Please take off your top, Ben,” you mewl, even as your heart pounds at the idea you will soon be naked under him.

“I will,” he promises, “in a minute…”

As if sensing your apprehension about removing your last item of clothing, he leaves it in place, shuffling lower and stretching your legs wide with his shoulders. You gasp loudly as his mouth, hot through the thin cotton protecting your modesty, sucks insistently over your slit. A large hand curling around your hip to stop you canting off the bed. Your clit throbs, and your pussy leaks copiously down your bottom.

“Fuck I can tell how wet you are even through this fabric,” he stutters.

“I'm sorry...” you squirm, embarrassed.

He surges upright, grabs your hands from around his head and cages them on the mattress beside your hips.

“Let's get two things very clear,” his voice stern but achingly seductive. “One, your body is incredible, and you should know by now how much I desire you. Two, if you ever apologise again for being turned on, I will be annoyed. Do you know how proud I am? That I can do this to you? How absolutely rigid this makes me?” rutting his hard cock against your left calf to prove his point. “I want your desire running down to your knees. I want you mindless and trembling with need for me.”

“O-okay,” you stumble out, entranced. This filthy poetry and feralness is beyond anything you could imagine him capable of. You have seen hints of his menacing potential, but full force, it’s breathtaking.

“Good,” he smiles crookedly, releasing your hands. “Now lift your hips so I can get you properly naked,” the slightly bossy rejoinder really working for you.

Mutely, you do as bidden, his fingertips trailing fire down your hips as he tugs the material over your thighs, impatiently pulling them from around your ankles and tossing them over his shoulder, his gaze locked onto your body. He groans a curse, and you again find yourself clenching around nothing at his untamed response.

Whispering his name is a reflex, your fingers carding again into his hair as he lowers his mouth and suckles the skin of your hip before slowly, almost torturously, winding his way lower towards your centre. Every place he touches feels alive and fluttering, him whispering reassurance and praise into your flesh, like a sensual requiem that catches your breath. By the time he trails his nose down the crease where your thigh meets your body, you are panting, eyes screwed shut, head tilted back, anticipation knotting your guts.

“Look at me,” he orders softly, his face framed by your thighs as you gulp and look down the plane of your body to him. “Don’t look away; I want to see your eyes when I do this,” his breath hot on your slit.

He unfurls his tongue and ploughs through your wet flesh, making your toes and fingers curl. You have to bite your lip and curse behind your teeth, the sensation overwhelming, his eye flashing fire in his blown pupils at your bodily reaction. You hiss loudly, needing to call out so bad your lungs ache. You twist your pillow to bite down on a corner but keep your eyes on him as told. He chuckles pridefully, the sensation shooting up your pelvis, then keeps going. Teasing around your clit with a lathing action that is nothing like you've had before, devouring, using his whole face, strong arms wrapping your thighs in a vice-like grip, held lewdly open It feels so good that within moments you are panting. Still, part of you is tense, scared about your ability to be silent.

“Relax,” he breathes, shaking your hip gently in his grip, sensing the tension in your being.

“I'm worried I won't be able to stay quiet enough,” you admit, muffled around the pillowcase, looking away to stare at the ceiling as he busses a soft kiss onto your inner thigh.

“One moment…” he withdraws and hops off the bed. You watch, vaguely dazed, as he drags a heavy chair against the door and wedges it under the handle so it can’t be opened. “There, now we should get some warning.”.

When he turns back around, you instinctively pull the cover over yourself to hide your naked body, even as you can’t help but stare at the tent in his pyjama bottoms, mouth watering at visions of what lies beneath.

“Don’t do that,” he reproaches softly, “show yourself to me.”

Reluctantly, you push the sheet away again, squirming slightly as his eyes roam your body lasciviously as he prowls over to you, stripping off his t-shirt as he does. His naked torso is perfect, toned and honed, and as he crawls over you, you are hypnotised by the view.

“You are so beautiful,” he sighs, dropping a kiss on the tip of your nose, the scent of your arousal on his face. “Never cover yourself in front of me; you should be proud of your body.”

You’ve never had someone say that before, and your insides are molten, a need for him that burns so bright, an inferno purely of his making.

“Tell me what you want,” he proposes, lacing your fingers with his, kissing your fingertips, then sucking them into his mouth, looking at you expectantly as you stutter at his warm, wet, talented tongue lathing over your fingertips.

“Everything…” you blurt out honestly. “Anything. This is all wonderful… Can I return the favour for you?” you deflect, brushing your other hand tentatively over his bulge as he hovers over you.

“Yes, you bloody can,” he growls, releasing your fingers from his lips as his eyes flash dark. But he grabs your hand away from his cock, calming his tone. “But not tonight. Another time…”

“Another time?” you echo, temporarily stunned by the idea this isn't a never-to-be-repeated Christmas miracle.

“Yes. Why would you think this a one-time thing?” his brow knits as he drops a kiss on your cheek. “What about my actions and words tonight suggest that?”

“Nothing, I suppose,” you concede, “just history…”

He cups your jaw. “The past is the past. This is now and me,” he states clearly, running a thumb tenderly over your lip. “I will do whatever you want. If you tell me to leave this room right now, I will, and I won't think any less of you…”

“Don't you dare,” it's a snarl from some dark recess deep inside you, your legs twining around his to lock him in place.

“There she is…” he chuckles, that lopsided grin taking over his face before kissing a line down your throat. “Now tell me what you want, y/n.”

“I want you inside me,” you confess, running your hands over his naked back, loving the play of muscles under warm skin.

He groans at your words, an edge of teeth on your jugular, making you ripen, feel daring. If he wants to know just how wild he makes you, you are going to show it. You grab his face and drag it up until he is over you again, his pupils blown and his hair a mess from your tugging.

“Fuck me, right now, Ben,” you demand hotly, pushing your body up into his and delving a hand inside the back of his pyjamas to grab his shapely rear, keen for him to be as naked as you.

He snarls and pins your arms beside your head on the pillow.

“Do you have any condoms?” he breathes hot in your ear.

“Ah shit,” your head thumps back, chastising yourself for not planning better. But then this seemed like such an unlikely outcome, frankly miraculous; why on earth would you have?

“Good thing I came prepared then,” he teases, releasing his grip to produce a small packet from the pocket of his pyjamas.

“You….” you scold, equal parts impressed and irked, running your fingers around his waistband.

“It was a sincere wish, not an expected conclusion,” he smiles bashfully, his lips meeting yours for a searing kiss as he slips off the last of his clothing.

A shiver runs down your spine as he bears you into the mattress, naked, his rigid cock brandishing the inside of your thigh. He keeps kissing you over and over until your lips feel tingly from the slight hint of stubble around his. You wrap all of your limbs around him, craving for your bodies to be melded.

When he pushes up slightly to rip open the packet, you glance down and see, nestled in a patch of trimmed hair, a sizeable but very pretty cock. You can’t resist reaching out and touching it, loving the feel of steely strength under the silky texture; his soft groan is like music to your ears. Sighing his name, you are impatient for him to be inside you, already knowing it will feel wonderful, part of you craving skin on skin.

Again he wears that demure smile, looking up at you through his lashes, so you take over, eagerly rolling the condom onto that pretty cock and then pulling him down on top of you forcefully.

“I like it when you are just a little bossy,” he confesses into your mouth, one hand pulling the cover over you both, then sliding between your bodies to guide himself towards you.

“I like it when you are a little bossy,” you counter, but then all your words die out as his cock slides insistently into you.

Your eyes roll back as he inches inside, so much heat and girth, your body stretching to accommodate his invasion. You both seem to utter a curse, and your hands grasp each other tight.

“You feel amazing…” he murmurs as he bottoms out, the feeling of fullness so perfect.

You whisper your agreement as he withdraws and surges back in, your feet curling around his legs, toes sliding into the light fuzz on the back of his calves. There are soft sighs, both of you trying to muffle your sounds as he sets a languid pace, your body rolling with his; each push has your walls clinging to him, your breasts squashing against his broad chest. What strikes you most as you move together is that nothing is awkward; it all feels natural, predestined, an easy intimacy that suggests months or even years together rather than a first time.

He feels so good moving inside you, so perfect; all you can do is cling to him, trying to convey with your eyes what you dare not voice. Afraid that if you open your mouth, you will release the noises you are fighting to hold in, blazing in your lungs. His stare is blistering, too, a blush across his face that speaks of desire and denied words, his neck corded, a pulse beating wildly in his prominent vein, a sheen gathering on his forehead as he pushes into you over and over.

His breath is hot on your temple as he shifts, dropping a shoulder and reaching down, looping your leg into the crook of his arm, the sheet pulling taut around your knee as he does. He hits a new spot deep inside with his next thrust, which has you digging your nails into his back and whimpering behind your sealed lips. It's as if he is doing his damnedest to break you, make you cry out, and it's the best torture you have ever known.

You huff out of your nose as he does the same, both sounding winded, as he picks up the pace, your teenage bed starting to squeak in protest.

“Shhh,” you plead with the furniture as much as him.

He stops moving, buried in you, and reaches above, stuffing a throw pillow between the bedframe and the wall, his arms flexing deliciously right over your face, the scent of his body spiking your need. It makes you grasp your thighs around his hips and flip him over, landing with a bounce, him still inside as you are on top of him now.

“Wow, that was…” he looks both astounded and exhilarated.

“Surprising?” you supply with a triumphant crooked smile of your own, your hands tracing the lines of his pectorals.

“Wonderful,” he clarifies, his hands grasping your hips as you start to ride him. The way he looks up at you, with dark pupils and a bitten lip, makes you fearless. Starting a leisurely pace, you place your hands over his on your hips, fingers lacing as his eyes slip from yours briefly, transfixed by his cock disappearing into you.

He groans low, undulating beneath you, pushing up as you sink down, his eyes back to your face, a prideful expression as your mouth drops open, his cock nudging deeper than ever before, almost a dull ache that you need, moving faster now, chasing that hit with every downstroke. You can feel your body flushing hot from the exertion, your thigh muscles burning slightly. Still, you don't waver, too addicted to that feeling of being so utterly filled, his cock dragging all the right places inside that switch off your brain and forget everything, every doubt, every uncertainty about yourself and your body, and just chase pleasure.

“My god, you are beautiful,” he gasps, “I love to see you like this, so untamed, so free…”

The compliments just drip like whispered jewels from his tongue as he guides your joined hands up to your breasts and grabs them with a force that fans the heavy, hot feeling in your pelvis, his knuckles snagging your sensitive buds. It makes you want to ride him forever, your clit throbbing each time you sink down, tugging temptingly but not enough to quite tip you over. The clawing sensation of being so close makes you drag your fingernails down his torso and clench around his cock. He stutters and looks at you hungrily, possessed, and then, before you know it, the room tilts as he rolls you back under him, again never leaving your body.

He withdraws and thrusts back into you with such force the wind is knocked out of your lungs, the pillow muffling the thud against the wall. Something in the atmosphere shifts; an urgency, like the heat that has been simmering, is now boiling over for both of you. He grabs your knees and encourages you to wrap your legs high around his torso, tilting your pelvis to a new angle, and when he moves, you cry loudly behind your lips, his body glancing at your clit.

He hushes you with a prideful chuckle. So you grab one of his hands and place it over your mouth, knowing you cannot trust yourself to stay quiet now. The hitch in his breath as you gag yourself with his palm is like poetry.

Oh, Ben, you have no idea what I may want from you one day…

Your errant thoughts run to your darker fantasies, things you’ve never done before but are intrigued by, and in every one of them, it's him. Treating you just a little rough while you beg for more.

“Whatever you are thinking,” he gusts into your ear, moving faster now, “I hope it involves me.”

You nod, feeling his fingers flex across your face.

“Good, I can't wait for you to tell me,” he rasps lowly.

A bead of sweat forms along his hairline as the whole bed rocks now, the trapped pillow muffling the sound, his punishing pace pushing you ever closer to orgasm, pleasure spiking with each thrust. His hand grips your jaw; something about that pressure and the sweet words he murmurs is a contradiction of primal and tender. Sex before has always been one or the other for you; blended together, it's a potent elixir.

He takes you hard, without mercy, and you silently beg him with your eyes for just that; his cock feels so hot and rigid, pounding into you as your cries are muffled by his tangy palm. The onslaught is perfect, and you are teetering on the edge just as he pleads roughly with you to come with him. So you let yourself go, your mind blanks out, your body bucking under his violently. Shuddering convulsions fanning out from your pussy, gripping tight around him and racing through every ounce of your being, muscles taut, eyes screwed shut, a scream trapped in your lungs. He stills above you, his hand releasing your mouth as that bead of sweat splashes down onto your nose. He curls around you, coming hard, huffing gulps of air and twitching almost violently with tiny aftershocks.

After a pause filled with panted breaths and strokes on overheated skin, he carefully withdraws and discards the condom.

“Merry Christmas,” you giggle into his neck as you collapse together.

He hauls you into his embrace, tucking you under his arm and kissing your dewy forehead.

“Merry Christmas indeed,” his answer ragged, wrapped in a warm laugh.

And that is how you both drift off - exhausted, sated bodies entwined, damp skin pressed together.

___

A few hours later, you are awakened by overexcited nieces and nephews thundering down the stairs, eager to see what Santa has brought them. It takes a moment to recall what transpired overnight, a telltale delicious residual pang between your legs, followed by the realisation you are alone. Part of you relieved Benedict has snuck back to the safety of the den, but a larger part sad not to be waking up in his arms. Sighing, you roll over and spy a jaunty cartoon penguin Christmas card propped up on your bedside table. Upon opening, you beam, immediately recognising the beautiful, looped handwriting.

Y/n

Thank you for the most magical night. Leaving this bed might be the hardest thing I have ever had to do. I can’t think of anywhere else I would rather be on Christmas Day or, indeed, any other day of the year. But I don't want your father to be angry with me. I have a lifetime to disappoint him… if you will let me.

I can't wait to see you downstairs.

Merry Christmas,

B xx

P.S. I may have just booked a hotel for the rest of our stay. I think we deserve some privacy ;)

You giggle, elated; the exciting prospect of nights in a hotel and the pledge of a lifetime ahead makes your stomach leap—this could be the start of something. You momentarily clutch the card to your chest, revelling in your joy, before burying it into your book for safekeeping and going to take a shower.

When you descend the stairs, out of the picture window, you see most of the family gathered on the street with the kids circling on their new bikes. But as you round into the living room, a sight melts your heart. Benedict sitting cross-legged on the floor with Sofia, a novelty Santa hat perched on his head, surrounded by shreds of wrapping paper, festive music playing in the background as he puts batteries in some loud plastic toy that will no doubt drive everyone up the wall for the rest of the day.

She whoops with delight as the toy noisily springs to life and runs away to play with it. That's when he looks up and sees you watching from the doorway, his face lighting up. Slowly, he gets to his feet, and then you gasp as he wordlessly pulls you into his arms, brings your hand to his face and kisses your knuckles before starting to waltz.

“I didn't know you could dance like this, Mr Bridgerton,” you tease, impressed, allowing him to lead you around, dodging haphazard toys and boxes.

“Oh, there are so many, many things you have yet to learn about me, Ms y/l/n,” he proclaims alluringly as Frank Sinatra croons from the speaker.

♫ It's that time of year When the world falls in love Every song you hear seems to say Merry Christmas May your New Year's dreams come true. ♫

“I hope you don't have plans for New Year's,” he whispers into your hair as he brings you to a halt. “I would very much like you to accompany me to Aubrey Hall. As my girlfriend,” he explains, grinning. “Not fake,” he adds drolly after a pause.

You laugh, feeling lightheaded and giddy, but just as you go to answer, you are both interrupted by a little hand tugging on his jeans.

“Uncle Ben, you are my favouritist,” Sofia declares solemnly. “Will you visit every Christmas?”

Meeting your gaze, his expression contains multitudes.

“It would be my greatest honour, Sofia,” he replies to her, even though his eyes never stray from yours.

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mildkleptomaniac · 3 years ago

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brunch — jj maybank x kook!reader

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: “ Can you do a jj x reader? He's a waiter at the club and her family is there for brunch, her parents don't know about their relationship and are kinda rude to him. Reader's done with their attitude and deffends jj and reveals their relationship by accident and her parents get mad. Love all your fics, you're so talented! ”

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.6k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: just some angst and an outburst! rude parents

𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: sorry this took forever to get out! school semester just started, along with a new job. and I’m finally in the process of feeling better. I’m posting this on mobile so sorry if they layout is weird, but I hope you enjoy!

Y/N sat at the table, her parents sitting across from her as they stared at the menu. According to her parents, the world ran around them. They didn’t seem to care that they would take more than enough time to order and then usher the waiter over whenever it would be convenient for them. They would manage to make brunch turn into dinner with the amount of time they would sit at the table and slowly pick at the bread for an appetizer while slowly sipping their mimosas.

Y/N enjoyed going out for meals, but never with her parents. Sometimes she felt like she had to babysit them, especially with how they treated employees. She always apologized whenever the waiter would catch a glance at Y/N and she would give them an apologetic smile. Not to mention the amount of times she would slip in a few extra bills for the tip. Her parents were harsh when it came to the working class, which she didn’t quite understand.

But today at the Kildare Country Club, Y/N’s boyfriend would be their waiter.

JJ Maybank.

Y/N’s secret Pogue boyfriend. He was the boy that her parents would fear for her to fall in love with because they knew all too well about his family and their history. Her parents would remind her of the “better” selection of boys to pick from, which either included Kelce or Topper. Luckily her parents never mentioned Rafe Cameron—it’s almost like they knew in their gut that he wasn’t the best candidate to date.

Y/N’s parents feared that Pogues will just use her to get further in life and that she’s just some doormat to her friends. But that wasn’t the case at all, if anything—Y/N was the glue to the friend group after she began dating JJ.

A few lies a week would keep her parents fooled, thinking she was spending her time studying or volunteering when in reality, she was relaxing at the Chateau or lounging on the HMS Pogue in JJ’s lap as they sipped on cheap beers.

“Good morning, folks. My name is JJ and I’ll be your waiter today. Can I start you off with anything to drink?” The blonde flashed his smile at the table, his eyes meeting Y/N’s. A comfort washed over the girl, his gaze always soothed any tension built in her body.

“Isn’t it Mimosa Sunday?” Her mother glanced upwards from the menu, voice flat.

“Yes, m’am. Bottomless Mimosas all Sunday.” JJ replied.

“Then get it started. Y/N would have a glass of water.” Her mother’s eyes flickered back to the menu. Y/N pursed her lips, shifting in her seat.

“What would you like to drink, miss?” JJ asked Y/N, ignoring her mother’s statement. Her eyes widened and she cleared her throat.

“I’ll take a sweet ice tea, please. With a side of water, please.” She made sure to emphasize the word ‘please’ around her parents. A term to slip their vocabulary whenever they were brought face to face with the working class.

“Y/N, don’t waste your calories on a drink.” Her mother shook her head.

“It’d be okay and I don’t want to talk about that right now in front of the waiter.” She remarked through her teeth, eyes looking back between her parents and her boyfriend.

“One sweet tea and bottomless Mimosas coming right up.” He jotted the order on his pad before turning on his heel. Y/N’s father cleared his throat and it caught JJ’s attention.

“Young man, we weren’t done ordering. We would like to place an order for an appetizer.”

Y/N could feel her shoulders ache from how pinched they were with tension. Her parents absolutely embarrassed her to no end with their lack of consideration or manners. She’s surprised they got this far in life by treating people like this. They were no different than any other person.

“We would like the Mini Herb Smoked Salmon Frittatas with Deviled Eggs.” Y/N’s father read off the menu.

“I’ll get that in as soon as possible, sir. And I’ll be right out with the drinks.” He smiled before walking away. He glanced back at his girlfriend and sent her a reassuring smile, trying to let her know that he was doing okay.

She knew her parents weren’t the worse to deal with, but they could be difficult.

“I’m surprised they allow a Maybank to work at this establishment. He probably steals all the soaps and colognes from the bathroom and sells them on the street.” Her father laughed, shaking his head.

“Oh honey, you’re probably right. His father is such a sleaze, I wouldn’t be surprised if he makes the boy bring home scraps from the dumpster!”

“I’m sorry, but what the hell is wrong with you both?” Y/N questioned, her eyebrows furrowed as she stared in distaste at her parent’s banter.

“Excuse me, young lady. Watch your language.” Her father reprimanded.

“Excuse me? Excuse you! You don’t even know JJ and you’re talking poorly about him. Obviously, he is working hard to make money. Bold of you to assume that he isn’t a hard worker—but he is. Do you not see him mowing lawns for the neighbors? Helping Hayward run groceries on the docks? If his family’s wealth is such an issue to you, why not help donate clothes and food to him?” Y/N’s outburst caught other tables' attention. She stood up in her spot, her hands clenching the table cloth.

“Y/N, you are causing a scene. You need to sit down right now or else you’re in major trouble.” Her mother’s voice was sharp.

JJ walked to the table, pretending to be oblivious to his girlfriend’s statements, which the whole restaurant practically heard her defending him. “Here are the Mimosas and the sweet tea. The starters will be out shortly. Can I get you anything else in the meantime?” He faked a smile.

“I don’t care if I’m causing a scene, because you’re causing a problem! You’re being rude for absolutely I reason towards JJ.” She remained standing and JJ stood there awkwardly, unsure of what the right move would be in this situation.

“Why do you care about this, Pogue? He has no meaning to our lives—he doesn’t benefit society, sweetheart.” Her father spoke in a softer tone.

“You’re unbelievable, dad! JJ Maybank is a human being who works to survive! He isn’t some scummy person and—in fact, he is my boyfriend! Mom, Dad, meet my boyfriend, JJ Maybank.” Y/N finally snapped and she gestured towards the blonde who stood there. He looked like a deer in headlights.

“Y/N, stop embarrassing the poor boy at work and yourself.” Her mother’s face grew red—she wasn’t sure if it was from anger or embarrassment herself.

“I’m not embarrassing myself, mom. This is my boyfriend. We’ve been dating for a few months now and this is where I’ve been. I’ve been dating a Pogue. You’re sweet, precious daughter is dating this Pogue. And he is actually fantastic and cares about me—more than you two ever do!” She threw her fabric napkin on the table before reaching into her purse. She pulled out a rather large dollar bill and stuffed it into JJ’s pocket. “Here is a tip that they won’t be giving you, babe. But I think you deserve it.” Y/N kissed his cheek before walking away from the table.

JJ cleared his throat and looked around the area, “would you like a different waiter, today?”

Y/N went inside the Country Club and paced around the entrance way. She ran a hand through her hair and she tried calming herself down. She had never had that much confidence to confront her parents like that, but she knew she would face the consequences when she would go home.

A hand clamped down on her shoulder and she turned around to face her boyfriend.

“JJ—I am so sorry all of that happened and—“ He interrupted her by cupping her cheeks and pulling her in for a kiss.

“You’re so hot when you’re mad and defending me.” He whispered against her lips. She let out a light laugh and they kissed once more. “You don’t need to apologize babe, what you did was awesome. Insane, but awesome.”

“My parents are going to kill me,” she laughed again. The reality setting in quickly.

“Then stay at the Chateau with me tonight. What’s gonna happen that’s not already? Plus, we can sleep together and I can have you tell everyone how you had a scene at brunch.” He teased, his fingers playing with the ends of her hair.

“That…that sounds nice.” She sighed, closing her eyes. JJ pressed a kiss to the temple of her head.

“I also put in your breakfast order if you wanna eat at the bar. I used the money you gave me for it.” He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. She looked at him gratefully.

“You’re the best, J. I love you,”

“Even if I’m a Pogue?”

“Most definitely if you’re a Pogue. I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

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sanosimp · 2 years ago

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hi!! can i request wherein reader and wakasa was on a vacay and tried skinny dipping in a jacuzzi. i don’t know it that makes sense, but thank u if u consider it!!

hiiii ~

yes of course i am at your service once again anon. it's officially summer for me, so it is convenient for me to fill this request. please enjoy and when you're done come scream at me in my inbox ill be waiting <3

~ nsfw under the cut you've been warned ~

now it's not very often you get alone time with your significant other. being a busy man and all that, it's rare to have some peace, free of distractions or whatever it is that typically forces you two to part.

so imagine your surprise when you walk through the door, pull off your shoes, and your boyfriend is nowhere in sight. his absence isn't the surprising part, typically away and only returns home after hours. no, the surprising part is the state of distress that the small apartment has fallen into.

on the couch is a pile of clothes, your clothes, accompanied by an arrangement of shoes on the floor in a line by the coffee table. there's music playing somewhere in the place, a low whistling following the tune. a new bouquet of carnations in the center of the table a sign that your boyfriend was indeed home, just nowhere in your current view.

throwing your keys in the bowl by the door, you adventure off in hopes to find the cause behind the disastrous mess in the place. Friday's are reserved for relaxation in your household, strictly takeout and couch cuddles, so the sight is enough to spike your anxiety thinking about how much time it'll take to reorganize. the whistling gets louder the closer you get to the bedroom, the guilty party probably making even more mess in there compared to the living room. rounding the corner by the door frame, you prop an arm up to watch him scramble on his side of the room, pulling open draws and causing chaos amongst his clothes for reasons you don't know.

wakasa imaushi is a sight to behold. despite being with him for a while now, he always seems to be able to steal your breath away, no one holding a candle to his charm in your eyes. you take a moment to eye every little detail of his on full display for you as he stands back to you, shirtless to combat the humidity despite the sun slowly disappearing. You allow your eyes to roam from the sharp jawline in full view with his hair up to the bead of sweat that travels from his neck down his broad shoulders from the summer heat that consumes the apartment. you could feel the want to jump him right then and there but become easily sidetracked the moment he pulls a hoodie out of a draw and haphazardly tosses it over his shoulder, still very unaware of your presence.

"okay what have you done and why are we fleeing the country?" he turns around, startled by the voice that calls to him other than his own. "who said were fleeing the country? i didn't do anything... that the feds know at least." he pauses his endeavor and easily finds his way to you across the room. you laugh at his remark as he finds your waist and consumes your personal space, drawing you into him so hard you have to stand on your toes to reach his neck with your arms. "so then i wanna hear the excuse for the disaster i've come home to after a long day.”

he huffs and pulls back to see your face, hands spreading on your hips to keep you within his reach, fingertips teasing under your shirt. you feel the hitch in your throat as his eyes bore into yours, lilac swimming to the depths of your soul in a trance. no matter how many times you have been near him he always blows you out the water in disbelief that he's really yours to hold. " the only escape we're making is to the Airbnb i rented for the weekend. you have three days free, i have three days free, and we need to get the fuck out of here or i'm gonna go crazy." you know he's serious by the tone he uses, urgent and forward.

it's been obvious how much stress he's been under recently, his mood cloudier than usual, eye bags from lack of sleep, and the drowsy way he carries himself around are physical proof of the burdens. you feel a pang of sympathy strike your heart knowing he does so much for so many, putting anyone of importance in his life before him in the rank of priorities. you kiss him slowly hoping it portrays every ounce of emotion you feel for him at the moment as he meets you with the same intensity.

he draws back causing you to pout, saddened by the distance which is quickly chased away as he picks you up and flawlessly tosses you over his shoulder. a squeal and a series of giggles, you're kicking your legs in any form of resistance that you can at this angle. "put me down this instant you savage." he easily captures your calves in his left hand to keep you from loosening his grip, smacking his right hand on your thigh before tossing you on the couch. "pack a bag. i've already picked out some of my favorite things to make your packing easier. we leave in 30.”

you scoff in disbelief at his antics as he walks back into the bedroom, narrowing your eyes at the 'favorite things' part and glancing at the pile that waits for you. "oh please we both know if you had it your way, i'd be naked all weekend." his laugh is hearty and melodic as it echos down the hall and into the living room. "who said that's not happening?" shaking your head you begin as he asked, packing in excitement for your weekend getaway.

~~~~~

what he didn't tell you, over an hour later, was how luxurious the Airbnb was.

he hopped out of the driver's seat of your car and jogged around to the passenger seat to escort you out, grinning at the wide-eyed look on your face. he holds a hand out towards you to lift you up and out of the car before closing the door behind you and walking towards the trunk.

the house was small, obviously only meant to host one party at a time. the one-bedroom house had a full porch out front with a charming white bench swing on the right of the entrance. flicking on the lights you saw that the single-floor house proved to be quite the space, the kitchen and living room combined but not cramped boasted an open concept, giving the house an airy vibe. the door to the bedroom was on the left of the tv accompanied by another door to match on the opposite side which you guessed was the bathroom.

you stood in the center of the area looking up to the skylight which you were excited to see in the daytime, just imagining the room bathed in sunlight come morning. "so you like it or what?" you flew towards the boy who had just settled the bags into the room as he caught you in both arms, lifting you off your feet. "baby what in the world did you do to get this? you know what don't tell me i don't want to be liable." he laughs and kisses your cheek before planting you back on your feet. "i didn't do anything. had some money tucked to the side, exchanged some favors, nothing illegal i swear." you playfully smack him on the shoulder in response and turn away from him, allowing him to rest his chin on your shoulder, arms wrapping around your waist.

your eyes scan the place again before noticing the glass door towards the back. "what's back there?" he places a soft kiss behind your ear in response and pushes you forward to go look. what sold the place was the back. flinging open the back door leading to a private yard which was decorated in string bulbs of light hung over the wood deck. beyond the fence, you could hear the waves of the tide meeting the sand on the shore, having direct access to the beach through the gate. another highlight was the jacuzzi that was lit up in the corner of the yard. you turned back inside towards the bedroom where Waka was diligently unpacking things into draws and replacing the pillowcases.

"there's a fucking jacuzzi?! can we go in it?!" he chuckles zipping up his bag and tossing it onto the dresser. "yes baby as soon as we're settled in." so settling in is what you did, putting things away to your liking and changing your clothes into swimwear. the second you were done you were scrambling towards the back again, closing the door behind you. it was well past eleven pm with no sounds other than the occasional crash of the waves and the quiet hum from the tub.

the sky was clear and the stars were brighter on the shore during the summer, humidity more manageable now with the sun on the other side of the planet. you teased the water with your toes, allowing your body to acknowledge the heat before taking the steps into the water. you heard the door open and close again, your boyfriend was once again shirtless accompanied by the complimentary bottle of champagne and two glasses that the host left on the table with the binder of information (which neither of you had decided to glance at but that's beside the point).

he puts the items down to the side of the deck and follows you in, going straight into the water with no care in the world over the change of temperature. he easily settles in on the bench and opens his arms towards you, water rising almost halfway up his torso, and sighs as you follow his silent request. he just holds you there for a minute before scooping your legs over his lap, now straddling him, face to face.

your foreheads meet as you cup both his cheeks, his eyes still closed as you settle in and get comfortable. when he decides he's ready he begins to open up to you about his stresses. "i needed this so bad. i got into a fight with Shinichiro. i didn't even apologize i just left and said nothing. i didn't want to make it worse but im sure he hates me now."

at this revelation, you scoff and bring his attention to you, tilting his head up so he's looking you in the eyes like earlier. "you too are as thick as thieves. there's no way a silly little argument is gonna come between that. he loves you to death as you love him." he's pouting now and you almost want to laugh but you know it takes a lot to get him to open up, not typically wanting to burden those around him with his issues. "lets talk about it later okay? you can tell me all about it and whatever you want later. right now it's just you and me and this tiny house to ourselves so let's unwind.”

you run your hands from his face to his neck towards his shoulders, allowing him to pull you closer by the grip he has on your thighs before he captures your lips in a kiss. there's nothing romantic about the slight taste of chlorine that lingers in the air and on your skin, but there's so much romance that radiates off the man in front of you. it starts slow and tender, like it always does, taking a moment to appreciate the other. it's when his teeth meet your bottom lip as he sighs into your mouth when things get hotter and your body instinctively grinds into his. your hips are flush to his as he's pulling you impossibly closer, hands now gripping your sides to bruise as he leads your motions.

his slow descent starts from your lips to your cheek, to your neck, biting and sucking his way to your collarbones. at one particular harsh nip, you sigh and pull at the stands of his head, a low groan emitting from the back of his throat. you can feel his fingertips playfully pull at the top you're wearing, entertaining the thought but not quite doing enough to take it off. "you think there's a rule about being naked in the jacuzzi in that binder?"

at this you yank him up, face so serious it sends you into a fit of giggles, him laughing with you as well. "they won't know right? i'm sure someone has done it before." you drag him back into a kiss while he takes off your top this time with intent, only separating to pull it completely off. he's teasing you with the kiss, his tongue meeting yours for the briefest of seconds before pulling away, alternating between grinding and kissing.

your own hands begin to explore as well, running down from his shoulders, gently scraping your nails down his body the way you know he likes as your own form of teasing. it's too easy the way your hand slips past the waistband of his shorts, wrapping your fingers around him effortlessly stroking him to complete hardness. he groans heavily into your mouth and shimmies out of his shorts the best he can with you on top of him. "you're so fucking perfect for me. i can't take it anymore." you simply hum in response, too focused on tightening your grip around the base to keep him on edge.

he doesn't even try to take off your bottoms, using his fingers to slip the fabric to the side, thumbing your clit in hasty circles to pay attention to you as well. it's a little harsher than to your liking, the water not acting as much of a lubricant as you would've liked. your foreheads meet again as you're breathing heavily now, cheeks flushed red due to the intimacy and the heat radiating from the water. “i want you. i want you so bad please.” if you weren't on top of him, you could imagine him on his knees, begging you to advance and the thought makes you bite your lip and nod your head without a second thought.

he lifts your hips out of the water as he lowers his shorts to give himself room to breathe. the cool air sends a shiver down your spine, a drastic temperature change now out of the hot water that kept you away from the night chill. his raised thighs keep you above the water as his tip runs up and down your slit, coaxing your natural fluids to take place of the chlorinated water now running down your thighs chasing the water you rose from.

he lifts your hand to your mouth with his free hand. “spit.” you comply instantly and his eyes brighten slightly in bewilderment, grinning at the easy obedience as he guides your hand back to his length, prompting you to stroke him. when he is satisfied with the glide of your hand, he smacks your wrist away and aligns the tip with your entrance, panting into his ear as you rest your forehead on his shoulder. he buries himself into you until bottoming out, letting out twin moans as a release from the tension. it had been some time since the last time you two were joined this way making the increase in friction slightly unbearable. he allows you a second to breathe, before lowering you both back into the water.

he sighs as both of you are lowered into the water, steam increasing since cool skin has met the water again. both of his hands are on your hips now slightly tightening his grip every few seconds as the two of you are rediscovering each other through tongue and teeth. the drag of your hips over his is led by him, slow and steady as he grinds you into him impossibly deeper. “you doing okay sweetheart?” you merely groan in response, unable to concentrate on anything other than him filling you to the brim and the increased friction that comes from the surrounding water. your elbows rest on his shoulders as a base, one arm dangling straight back towards the wall, the other running a hand through his hair, pulling on the ends. one particular sharp tug draws a sharp breath from him as he grinds you down harder.

your breathing is sharp and unsteady, coming in quick before drawing out again while his last straw of patience is drawn. he is sharp in his thrusts, practically feeling the tip of him for every detail as his breath hits your neck, hot and damp as he buries his face into your neck. everything is hot and damp heightening your senses as your lower body grows accustomed to the heat and your upper body cools down with the slight breeze of the night. the difference in temperature drives you crazy as you become hyperaware of every sensation you're experiencing.

the sink down is slower than the rise up with the increased friction that comes from the water but it adds a new level of sensation to your body that you had never experienced. his pace is steady but considerate and his touch sets fire to your skin, hands roaming from your waist slowly rising with every inhale of breath he takes. its torture, every slight movement setting fire to your nerve endings, bringing you both closer. you're leaving open-mouthed kisses on the soft skin of his neck catching the hitch of his breath every so often up close to your ear, biting his ear which draws out a long moan from him.

he's getting closer and it's obvious in the way his movements become harsher, more frantic, and in need rather than passionate and sensual. his breathing spikes and it sends a shiver through your whole body every time a groan slips past his lips. everything is too much and too little at the same time, his hands are close to their destination now as he slightly pushes you back to initiate eye contact. his hand wraps around your neck and your eyes widen in response, pushing further into his grasp and encouraging the behavior. he is beyond emotions right now, with no usual smug look or any feature in his eyes other than comfortable lust, focused solely on your pleasure.

it takes one more particular squeeze on your airway that sends you straight off the cliff, a long-drawn-out whine in response to a powerful orgasm you didn't even notice coming, hitting you like a freight train. he's stopped his thrusts and is weakly grinding into you, meeting his end shortly after yours, eyes closed and head resting back on the concrete that surrounds the tub. his face is flushed and his eyebrows are drawn apart in complete bliss and you allow your body to slump into his as his body draws closer to yours in response. he's still attempting to catch his breath but his unsteady breathing does not prevent him from leaving a few scattered kisses on your neck as a silent claim of affection or a thank you for just being.

there are a few minutes of recuperation shared between you focused solely on breathing and coming to when a low hum of a chuckle is heard from the man below you. you're tracing the patterns of the cement with your eyes when he draws your attention with the barely-there noise. “what's so funny huh? wanna share it with the class?” his grip on your waist tightens quickly before releasing and stroking your skin.

“did you notice the cameras before when you were out here?” your mind goes straight into panic mode, all the bliss leaving your limbs at once as you draw back to find him not looking at you but directly over your shoulder. your eyes widen as you slowly turn your head to follow the direction of his eyes and to your horror, your met with the little red light blinking back at you confirming the recording in progress.

“son of a bit-”

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blu-joons · 4 years ago

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When He Finds You Wearing His Shirt ~ Seventeen Reaction

S.Coups:

His head spun around as soon as he heard the studio door open, expecting you to appear at any moment. His eyes were instantly drawn to the outfit you had chosen, and particularly the hoodie you wore under your jacket.

“Is that mine?” He outrightly questioned, taking a closer look at what you’d chosen to wear from his wardrobe. “How do you manage to make that jumper look so good? I’ve never found anything to go with it.”

“Is that your way of saying that I can keep it then?” You hopefully asked.

“I wouldn’t say you can keep it, maybe you can borrow it.”

You smiled up at him, wrapping your arms around his neck, “but you said yourself how good I looked, would you really want to deprive me of looking good?”

“In my eyes you look good in anything, not just one of my jumpers.”

“Nice save,” you chuckled, walking across to say hello to the rest of the boys. “But I am still keeping this, regardless of what you have to say.”

“I thought you might say that somehow.”

Jeonghan:

Your eyes lit up as you walked into the bedroom to see that Jeonghan had left his outfit from the night before scattered across the bedroom floor. You bent down and picked up his hoodie, placing it over your shirt for warmth.

“Excuse me,” a voice suddenly breathed, walking into the room with only a towel wrapped around him. “I was planning on putting that outfit on, and now you’ve stolen it,” he chuckled, walking across to his wardrobe.

“Do you want the hoodie back? I don’t mind?” You quizzed.

“Don’t be stupid, if it’s keeping you warm, I’d much rather you wear it.”

You smiled appreciatively as Jeonghan picked out another hoodie. “That one is a nice one too, you’ve got a lot of nice jumpers in your wardrobe.”

“You’ve already got one, don’t go and try and steal another one already, I’ll run out.”

“I’m only keeping this one, for now,” you assured him, “but I think you’ll really cute if you wear that hoodie today. We’ll almost be matching together.”

“I’ll wear this one then, just for you.”

Joshua:

As soon as he heard you complaining that all of your shirts were in the wash, Joshua reached into his own wardrobe and found one of the shirts that he’d often seen you pinching when you thought he wasn’t looking.

“Wear this,” he smiled, unfolding the white tee, holding it so you could place your head inside. “I’ve always thought you looked beautiful whenever you wore this anyway, so you might as well wear it for today.”

“I can find something, I don’t need to use yours,” you frowned.

“Y/N, I wouldn’t offer if I didn’t want to see you wearing my shirt.”

Your eyebrows knitted together as your eyes met his. “Are you just telling me to wear your shirt for your own benefit, not to help me out?”

“Well, it’s definitely a bit of a bonus when I see you in my shirts.”

“I guess, I’ll wear it then,” you teased, pulling your arms through the sleeves before pushing the shirt down. “It is one of my favourites anyway.”

“It looks so much better on you too.”

Jun:

You could feel Junhui’s eyes studying you the moment that you walked out from the bathroom and towards the bed as his shirt wrapped around your frame to try and keep you as warm as possible in the cold.

“Did you ask for my permission?” He questioned, shaking his head across at you as you curled up into his side. “I’ve been looking for that shirt for ages, I thought I’d left it at the dorm, but instead it’s been with you.”

“But don’t you think the shirt is much better with me?” You teased.

“It was actually one of my favourites, but I guess I have to give it up now.”

Your head nodded, pressing a kiss against his jawline. “I’ll buy you a new shirt if you’re that upset about it, but I think it looks good on me.”

“It looks too good on you, now I realise how rubbish it looked when I wore it.”

“Nothing looks bad on you,” you grinned, running a hand through his hair, “somehow you manage to pull off everything that you wear.”

“You know all the right things to say.”

Hoshi:

The moment you heard the front door open, you panicked. Instinct kicked in and you opened up Soonyoung’s drawer as you changed from your shower, pulling out the first shirt on his pile and placing it over yourself.

“What are you doing?” He smiled as you turned around just in time to cover yourself. His eyes lit up as he noticed that his shirt was the only thing covering you. “Well, this might just be one of the prettiest sights I’ve seen.”

“I hope you don’t mind, I had nothing to wear,” you vented.

“Why would I mind? I’d see you wearing my shirts every day if I could.”

Your head shook as his hand reached out to pull you tightly into his chest. “I never imagined that your shirts would be as comfortable as they are.”

“That’s why I buy them for me, because they’re comfortable when I wear them.”

“And now they’re comfortable for me too,” you teased, tapping against his chest, “I’m so lucky to have such a generous boyfriend who shares his wardrobe.”

“It didn’t really feel like I had a choice.”

Wonwoo:

You let go of yet another groan as Wonwoo convinced you to try and sit up, watching as you groaned at the headache that attacked you once again. You’d been stuck in bed for days ill, and he was determined to get you moving.

“This will keep you warm,” he announced, holding up one of his jumpers for you to slip into. Wonwoo had to help you with every step as he dressed you, careful not to hurt you. “At least let’s go to the sofa for a bit.”

“The only plus side of you getting me up is wearing this,” you pointed out.

“It’ll keep you nice and warm whilst we try and get you a bit of a change of scenery.”

You groaned yet again, holding your arms out for Wonwoo to pull you up. “I’ve got quite used to looking at the same four walls of our bedroom.”

“I’ll take the hoodie away from you if you want to stay in here, it’s your choice.”

“No,” you whined, grabbing onto the sleeves of the hoodie, “I’ll come with you to the sofa, just please don’t take this off me.”

“Come on then, give me your hand.”

Woozi:

His body froze as he walked down the stairs to see you moving around the kitchen with a familiar shirt around your body. He couldn’t help but smile as he watched on, waiting a few moments before joining you at the table.

“I think I might just give all my shirts to you,” he announced, causing you to jump as you placed two glassed to the table. “I always imagined what you’d look like in my shirt, but this is better than I ever thought.”

“I forgot to pack any pyjamas, so I borrowed this,” you smiled.

“I don’t mind, you can always forget your pyjamas if you wear my shirts instead.”

You turned back around to pick up a plate and place it down in front of him. “I might just have to keep a hold of this one now, it’s very comfortable to cook with.”

“I’m being serious when I tell you that you can have all my shirts, there yours.”

“Don’t be stupid,” you chuckled, “I’m not going to steal all your shirts, but I might conveniently keep forgetting pyjamas so I can borrow them.”

“They’ll be no complaints from me.”

DK:

The moment he heard you sigh as you looked through your wardrobe, Seokmin looked through his own and pulled out the jumper that he knew was always the answer to any fashion problems that you had.

“Here,” he chuckled, throwing it across the room, sniggering as it landed on top of your head. “We’re only having a lazy day anyway, so you might as well wear this before you start stressing yourself out about everything.”

“You really are a knight in shining armour for me,” you chuckled.

“It’s not me that’s your saviour, it’s that stupid jumper that you adore.”

You glared across at him as you threw the jumper on. “Do you know how many disaster days this jumper of yours has saved me from?”

“I imagine that it’s probably more days than it has for me.”

“If you don’t want the jumper, I’ll claim it,” you threatened across to him, “I wouldn’t say no to keeping a hold of this one forever.”

“No way, you can just borrow it instead.”

Mingyu:

A shiver ran down your spine as soon as you stood up from the bed, as your eyes looked around the room, the only thing you saw was Mingyu’s discarded shirt, quickly picking it up and throwing it over your body.

“Well, hello,” a voice chuckled from behind you, as you turned around to see Mingyu staring back at you with wide eyes. “Now, that is a sight I could definitely get used to waking up to,” he teased, beckoning you back to the bed.

“I hope you don’t mind that I wore this,” you smiled.

“Of course, I don’t. If anything, you look better in it then I do anyway.”

Your head shook, feeling his arm wrap tightly around your waist. “How did you sleep last night? Were you a bit warm or anything?”

“I’m certainly a bit hot under the collar seeing you right now, you look amazing.”

“It’s too early in the morning to start flirting,” you quickly scolded him, hitting against his arm. “Save it for when I look a bit more presentable.”

“You always look presentable to me.”

The8:

His hand helped you as you stepped out from the bathtub, feeling his arms wrap around you to try and keep you warm. Your body was exhausted after being stricken down by illness, and Minghao was determined to help.

“I’ve got a shirt for you to change into,” he smiled, sitting you down on the side of the bath whilst he grabbed the change of clothes that he’d prepared for you, helping you get into them. “Do you feel better now you’ve bathed?”

“I feel very cosy in your shirt,” you whispered against his chest.

“I had a feeling that you might say that, even though you’re supposed to be ill.”

You let go of a loud groan, bringing a light chuckle from Minghao. “I am ill, but that can’t stop me from enjoying the feeling of your shirt around me.”

“Why don’t you sleep in it tonight? Rather than disturbing you again.”

“Really?” You questioned, smirking as his head nodded back at you. “I’m already feeling sleepy, can you take me back to bed now?”

“Come on, I’ll look after you.”

Seungkwan:

Your eyes lit up as you spotted Seungkwan sat in the window of the coffee store, hurrying over to greet him. As you did, his eyes were quickly drawn to the shirt that you were wearing underneath your denim jacket.

“That looks very similar to one of mine,” he teased, sliding one of the mugs across the table to you. “Oh wait, I think that’s because it is actually one of my shirts, that you seem to have stolen from my wardrobe.”

“I spotted this one in the washing and knew it was perfect,” you smirked.

“And you conveniently decided that it would just become yours because you saw it.”

Your head nodded back at him, “personally, I think the fact that I’m the one that does the washing leaves me entitled to steal stuff of yours.”

“I don’t ever remember that being a rule, you’ve made that up to get your way.”

“Maybe I have,” you shrugged, “but I’m not going to apologise, I’ve never found a shirt as good as this to wear underneath this jacket.”

“I have to admit, it does look good on you.”

Vernon:

You could hear Vernon’s voice call out your name as you stepped out of the shower, searching frantically in the bedroom for anything to cover yourself with, spotting one of his oversized shirts in the corner of your eye.

“Thief,” he chuckled as he walked into the room, just in time for you to cover yourself. “I wondered where you were,” he smiled, closing the distance between you both, “and now I’ve caught you red handed.”

“I just got out the shower, I wasn’t stealing anything,” you protested.

“Then why don’t you explain to me why my shirt is currently around you.”

You smiled sheepishly as his hands began to attack your sides, “I needed something to wear quickly before you would have walked in on me naked.”

“I wouldn’t have complained if I had done, even if you look good in my shirt.”

“You’re impossible,” you sighed, nudging against his chest. “I’ll change into one of my shirts if you don’t want me thieving from you so badly.”

“No, stay in this one, I love it.”

Dino:

As soon as he moved his arms around you as you snuck into the bed, the material that was wrapped around you felt familiar. You knew that Chan was quickly onto you as he felt all around the jumper that you wore.

“Is this mine?” He quizzed, but before you had the chance to protest, he pulled the duvet down to see his jumper wrapped around your frame. “So, not only do you want to cuddle me at night, but you also want to cuddle my clothes.”

“Your jumpers are always so soft, I can’t help myself but wear them,” you confessed.

“You’re lucky I find you very cute whenever you wear my jumpers jagi.”

A light blush crept onto your cheeks as Chan’s grip around you tightened. “I knew that you wouldn’t be able to stay mad at me for too long.”

“If you didn’t look so adorable right now, you’d be in the spare room tonight alone.”

“I’m much happier here,” you grinned, turning around so that the two of you laid face to face. “I know you prefer having me here with you too.”

“Of course, cuddling up to you is always my favourite.”

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hiiii can i request a smut with ex bf turned fwb jaehyun where he still loves y/n thats why he agreed on that setup but he gets y/n pregnant along the way djsjajhaa thank youuu it could be fluffy at the end thankbyooouu ❤️

You pushed through the front doors of a restaurant bar, scanning the space for your high school friends. It had been a few years since you first graduated and even though you kept in touch with them it wasn’t easy for all of you to meet up due to your busy schedules.

You saw a few hands waving you down from across the room and walked over, smiling.

“Great, you all got here at the same time,” said your friend Lia. You were confused at her comment until you turned around, only to see that there was a group of guys behind you that had entered just after you did. And one of the boys in that group happened to be someone you were very familiar with.

Going to an all-girls school was supposed to help you focus more on your studies and have less distractions but that was all useless considering the fact that there was an all boys school right across the street. You remembered the days when droves of school kids would hang around the entrances trying their best to look nonchalant while they whispered amongst their friends about the boys that they found attractive until it was time to head home for the day.

Most didn’t dare approach the opposite sex on the other side of the street, except Lia’s cousin Johnny happened to be a student at the boys school and so he would often use “picking her up from school” as an excuse to hang around the front gates of the girls academy. Lia’s parents traveled a lot for work and so during the school year aside from some weekends, she would stay with Johnny, her aunt, and uncle since her family home was in the next town over.

That was what led you to meeting your ex-boyfriend Jaehyun. He was handsome and cute all in one and even back then the girls would drool over him, however he was extremely unapproachable in the eyes of many. The day you met, you had gone to the convenience store near school with Lia. The two of you sat outside on top of one of the tables with your legs outstretched as you typically did. Lia was ranting about a drama she had been watching and eating ice cream and you were scribbling clothing designs in the mini sketchbook that you always carried around when Johnny turned the corner with a group of his friends following closely behind.

“Look who it is,” he said as he threw his backpack onto the empty benches you rested your feet on. The rest of his friends followed suit throwing their bags as you and Lia shrieked, lifting your legs out of the way just in time as they made their way into the convenience store. Except one boy walked calmly towards the door, dropping his bag on the table next to you without even looking up once from the book he carried in his hand.

That day they hung around eating snacks and causing a ruckus but Jaehyun was very easy going. You couldn’t help but steal glances at him as he ran his fingers through his hair and skimmed through his textbook which happened to be about computer programming. He suddenly glanced up and realized the two of you were the only ones sitting around the table while Lia and the other boys all fooled around nearby, gaming on their phones and dribbling around a basketball.

He yawned and shut his book as he leaned forward on the table, eyes glued on yours as you felt heat rush to your cheeks.

“What are you doing?” he questioned, gesturing towards your sketchpad.

“D-drawing,” you stammered embarrassingly. The corner of his mouth raised into a gentle smirk as he caught onto the nervousness in your tone of voice. He scooted over next to you and you could feel the air leave your lungs.

Just as he leaned over to peak at what you were drawing, you slammed the sketch book shut, not wanting him to see the sketch you had drawn of him reading.

“Are they... naughty drawings?” he teased.

“No, no of course not. Not at all!” you protested getting more and more embarrassed by the way he smiled at you. You slipped the sketchpad into your bag, and got up from your spot next to him. You turned to Lia.

“It’s getting late, I should go,” you said to her. She instinctively started to collect her belongings too but Johnny stopped him.

“Jaehyun lives on her street so he can take her. I need you to come with me to the store. Mom’s birthday is this weekend and I have no clue what to get her,” he whined. Before you could get a word in, the group had split and gone their separate ways leaving the two of you alone.

Living on the same street is what brought you closer. Jaehyun started walking you home whenever you happened to hang out with Johnny and his friends and the two of you would sometime stop on the way home for bubble tea, or at stationary shops when you needed art supplies. Eventually he started meeting you at the end of your street each morning before school and even on the weekends at the park in your neighbourhood. Eventually the two of you started to secretly date and were known as the “it” couple between the all boys and all girl school once your secret got out just before graduation.

You maintained the relationship through your last summer before going your separate ways once university started. You still remembered sharing so many of your firsts with Jaehyun. Your first date, your first relationship and your first kiss.

And now here he was years later sitting across from you like he did back in high school. It would have been awkward had your friends slowed down with the drinking. Instead, after a few short chats about what everyone was up to and a bunch of shots later they were all stumbling out into cabs or moaning at the table about missing each other.

You and Jaehyun had always been the tame ones out of the bunch so the two of you took turns getting the remainder of your friends into cabs until it was just the two of you left. You stood outside the bar with him after getting Johnny into the last cab and sending him off. Jaehyun sighed as he stood next to you on the sidewalk.

“They’re such a handful,” he complained. You chuckled softly in agreement.

“Yeah, they totally sobered me up,” you whined, “what a waste.”

“Well it wouldn’t be fair for us to go home sober, would it?” he asked with that same mischievous smirk he always pulled out.

That led to the two of you going to the nearest convenience store which coincidentally happened to be the one near your old schools, taking shots of soju outside on the dining tables. The two of you reminisced, while avoiding the topic of your former romance until you both decided it was time to head home.

Both of your families had moved from your old neighbourhood but you did still live nearby after finishing school. Jaehyun offered to walk you home despite your refusals. He insisted. And of course, as if it was planned by the Gods themselves, just as you arrived it started to rain. You knew it would be rude to leave him drunk and alone to hail a cab and so you reluctantly invited him into your place to wait until the rain eased up a bit more.

A mixture of the alcohol and the tension between the two of you that had been building all night led to you pressed against the door of your apartment which you locked behind you, and Jaehyun hovering in front of your face.

“W-we shouldn’t right?” he started in a whisper, “because...”

His arms gripped your waist and you watched as he tried to focus on thinking coherently instead of letting the alcohol scramble his brain as his eyes scanned yours for a reaction. It looked like he needed you to finish the sentence because he was struggling to find a good reason as to why he should stop himself from taking your right there in the entrance of your place.

You couldn’t lie to yourself. You were dying to get a taste of him. He had matured nicely, his muscular frame filling out his clothing. You ran hands over his arms,

“Fuck it, J-just this once,” you said quietly as you trailed your hands up to his neck and drew him in for a kiss. You could feel Jaehyun relax in your embrace as his lips met yours softly. There was no urgency in his actions. He parted his lips and slipped his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss. He kissed you like he had been yearning to do so.

As much as the romantic mood touched your heart, you needed more to be satisfied and so you took it upon yourself to intensify things. You captured his bottom lip between your teeth and tugged softly. You caught him by surprise as he momentarily opened his eyes. You could see his gaze transform into something a little darker before trailing kisses down his neck. Jaehyuns breathing grew heavy as he flattened the palm of his hand against the door behind you to steady himself. He pushed his hips forward, letting you feel how excited he was, drawing a low moan from his lips.

“Bed,” you gasped as Jaehyun let his hands wander across your body gripping your ass and making their way back up as he explored every curve he could reach, “now. Before we do anything else, I need you in my bed.”

Jaehyun smirked at the desperation in your voice as you two rushed to kick off your shoes. You walked briskly through your apartment towards your bedroom. Jaehyun however lingered, taking in the space, stopping to look at artwork on the walls and look at photo frames.

“Jae,” you whined as you paused at your doorway, frustrated that he wasn’t right behind you. Jaehyuns heart fluttered from hearing the nickname you called him after such a long time as he put down a frame he had in his hands.

He laughed as he approached you, leaning down to plant a soft kiss on your lips before catching himself. He stood tall again, letting out a deep breath.

“Sorry,” he said as he stepped into your room, lifting his shirt above his head and turning back around to face you. You stood frozen taking in his muscular frame with your mouth frozen in a gasp.

“You- you really matured well,” you said as you crossed the room to place your hands on his chest. His dimples became visible as he moved to stand behind you. He lifted your shirt over your head and unclasped your bra from behind, looking over your shoulder down your chest as the garment fell to the ground to expose your bare chest. He wrapped his hands around your body, squeezing at the soft flesh as he trailed kisses down your neck and pressed himself against your behind. You gasped softly at the way his fingers ran back and forth over your nipples, sending electricity racing through your body, letting your head fall back to rest on his chest.

Jaheyun moved his hands down your stomach until he reached the waistband of your jeans, undoing the button and lowering the zipper, not waiting any longer. He slipped his hand into your underwear, dipping his digits between your folds as you cried out his name in satisfaction from finally being touched.

You gripped his thigh behind you, steadying yourself as you shifted your legs to open them up wider in order to give him more access to your core. You could feel your knees buckled as he drew circles under the hood of you folds directly over your clit. Jaehyun adjusted his grip on your body, holding you up when he realized you were growing weak under his touch. He was impressed at your ability to hold back your pleasure.

“That’s my good girl. You’re doing so well. I need you nice and wet,” he cooed as the sound of your wetness echoed with every occasional dip of his fingers towards your entrance before he drew your juices back up to wet your sensitive bud.

“I can’t last much longer,” you whined. Jaehyun slowed the assault on your clit and instead flattened his hand between your legs, gripping your entire core without moving as he allowed you to regain your composure. You couldn’t help yourself as you slowly rutted against his hand. He chucked softly behind you.

“Hey, don’t cum yet,” he whined back as he squeezed at your center, slowing your ruts and making your mind go fuzzy, “I want to feel you first.”

You couldn’t believe this was the same sweet but mischievous boy you had known for so long. He slipped his hand back out from between your legs and pulled your pants down from over your hips until you had undressed entirely. He motioned for you to get on the bed as you watched him undress, pumping his length between his fist as he hovered over you.

You sat up on your legs, spreading them as you reached for him wanting to take him into your mouth. Jaehyun stood rested a knee on the bed as he stood, letting you lick softly at the head of his dick as he grunted, just as you covered it with your mouth and felt him jerk forward into you. You whimpered softly feeling him push himself back and forth over your tongue as you hollowed out your cheeks and pumped along his shaft. He grew harder with every stroke until he couldn’t take it anymore and gripped your chin as he slid himself out from between your lips.

“Fuck,” he gasped as he let himself fall onto the bed beside you, propped up by only his elbows. You took the opportunity to climb on top of him, straddling his hips as you hovered above him, dropping your head down to kiss him and silently guiding him to lay down.

He ran his hand down your sides and over your back as you felt him fumble with himself before positioning himself at your entrance, letting you sink down onto him. The sound the two of you made as your bodies connected at their cores had you whimpering along with the sensation of being filled up completely.

Jaehyun brushed a strand of hair behind your ear as he gripped at your face, cursing as you took more and more of him into you.

“Are you sure you can take it all?” he murmured, planting kisses across your cheeks. You nodded shakily, focusing as you felt your abdomen grow tighter the further you sunk down, feeling as though you were running out of space until you felt your rear end finally make contact with his balls. You let out a shriek as Jaehyun let out a dreamy moan, head falling back into the pillows as you settled comfortably around him.

“Shit, that feels so amazing,” he whimpered. You planted your hands firmly on his chest, sitting up and rotating your hips slowly on top of him as you adjusted to his size. Curse words fell from his lips as he gripped at your hips, slowly and gently fucking up into you every time you circled your waist.

His thrusts grew more frantic as you started to lift yourself with each rotation of your hips, letting yourself slam back down into his thrusts. The two of you grunted, quickening the pace. As you both grew more desperate, Jaehyun repositioned himself, wrapping his entire arm around your waist as he propped himself up with the other so that he was in a seated position. He bent his knees slightly, planting soles of his feet against the mattress to steady the both of you as he used his strength to jerk his hips right up into your opening so you didn’t have to exert as much energy, and allowing him to control the pace.

The combination of his thrusts along with the way your clit conveniently brushed against his his lower abdomen sent you into a spiral. You fell apart instantaneously. The feeling of your body clenching around him had Jaehyun releasing himself into you as your name spilled from his lips. The two of you could only keep your eyes open long enough to clean yourselves up a bit before you both fell asleep in your bed.

The next morning wasn’t awkward at all, thankfully. The two of you woke up and showered, and decided to go out for some coffee and breakfast at a nearby cafe before taking a walk at a park near your place. The conversation was easy. It was officially the weekend and so neither of you were preoccupied with many other responsibilities. Despite the very intimate sex, things otherwise seemed normal.

“I should probably go back to my place,” Jaehyun said as he gestured towards his clothing. You had already spent a few hours together and had totally forgotten about the fact that he was still wearing last nights clothes.

“Oh... shit, yeah. I lost track of time,” you said sheepishly. He smiled sweetly.

“Me too,” he responded hesitating before continuing, “about last night...”

You could feel heat spread across your cheeks.

“Don’t worry. It was nothing,” you said quickly out of embarassment.

Jaehyun looked perplexed, then a bit frustrated. You knew him well enough to know that you had ticked him off. Just as he opened his mouth to tell you off, you interrupted him.

“Wait, no! What I meant to say was that it was amazing but I also totally understand that it was a spur of the moment thing,” you said as you grabbed one of his hands to grasp in between yours.

Jaehyun nodded, letting out a sigh and trying not to let the disappointment show too much on his face.

“Text me so I know you got home safe,” he said as he removed his hand from your grasp. You nodded, and said your goodbyes as the two of you went your separate ways.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t thinking about that night since it happened. A week had gone by and even though you and Jaehyun kept in loose and casual contact through text, you still couldn’t stop thinking about him. You couldn’t satisfy yourself either. Nothing felt quite as satisfying as his touch and it was starting to wind you up.

You were getting ready for Johnny’s birthday party when there was a knock at your door that you weren’t expecting.

“Oh, hey...” you said.

You were very surprised to find Jaehyun standing on the other side. He already smelled of alcohol but didn’t seem to be too wasted.

“Sorry I was going to call but my phone died when I was out with my coworkers,” he mumbled, “do you mind?”

He held his phone up and you stepped aside, letting him enter your apartment and lending him your phone charger. He was also going to Johnny’s place later for his party in a few hours and according to him he was in the area. He sat quietly in the living room for most of the time. As you were finishing up your makeup, he knocked softly on the bathroom door.

“What’s up?” you asked in a monotone voice as he opened the door. You were focused on your own reflection applying your mascara.

“Hey, do you have anything to drink? I think the party already started and everyone already started drinking so I thought it would be a good idea to start now so that we could catch up,” he said as he scrolled through his phone texting what was most likely the boys’ group chat.

“Yeah, check the cabinet above the fridge,” you said. Jaehyun hovered in the doorway watching you for a moment.

“Is everything okay? I spoke with Lia earlier. She said you’ve been a little... bratty this week,” he said. You turned to glare at him but he raised his eyebrows, challenging you to kick an attitude with him. If there was anyone who didn’t tolerate your moodiness it was Jaehyun.

“Did something happen?” he asked. You shook your head no.

“I don’t know I just feel a little.. tense, I guess. It will pass,” you mumbled as you touched up your lipstick in the mirror next.

Jaehyun stepped behind you, catching off guard. He stood close to you as he locked eyes with you in the mirror. You watched as his hands disappeared behind you before you felt him pull the zipper of your dress up. You had forgotten to do it up earlier when you first put it on.

“Maybe drinking will help. C’mon,” he started as he took the lipstick from between your fingers and closed the lid before resting it on your counter and pulling you out of the bathroom, “you already look perfect.”

The two of you took a few shots in your kitchen. The alcohol did help a bit but not entirely. You rotated your head, stretching your neck out as you sighed deeply. Jaehyun was buzzed and in a much better mood than you were, he knocked back another drink before moving behind you and massaging at your neck.

“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong now?” he asked. You took a deep breath as his fingers worked against your skin and you leaned back just slightly into him, closing your eyes.

You shook your head. He continued to massage out the kinks in your neck as he watched the tension slowly slip away from your face, smiling. It wasn’t until you started to let soft moans slip from your mouth that he froze momentarily.

“Jae, don’t stop,” you whimpered, “please.”

He felt himself harden just from the tone of your voice. He had to catch himself when he found himself instinctively leaning down towards your neck to drag his tongue across your skin.

Your eyes fluttered open as you craned your neck to look up at him, wondering why he had stopped his massage. His eyes were glazed over and you felt that tension ease its way back.

“O-one more time” you whispered.

“What?” he question, not understanding what you were referring to.

“For fucks sake, Jae!” you groaned. Turning around and pull him closer to you as your lips hovered in front of his.

“I can’t be drunk around you like this without caving and literally nothing satisfies me anymore after last week so let’s do this one last time and then you have to promise not to come back here again,” you said, words spilling uncontrollably for your mouth as you began unbuttoning his shirt.

He stopped you, gripping your hands.

“Wait, is that what’s been bothering you all week? You needed sex?” he asked, baffled. You felt your cheeks heat up, suddenly feeling a bit ashamed.

“Y/n... look at me,” he said as you lifted your gaze to meet his. He slipped his index finger under your chin.

“If that’s all that you need to feel better then you know you can call me anytime, right?” he said, smirking. His heart tensed up a bit when he put the offer on the table. You nodded, head spinning from the alcohol.

“Alright, we’re already late,” he said as he abruptly lifted you up onto the kitchen counter behind you and hiked up your dress, slipping your thong down past your ankles and discarding it onto the floor.

He pulled your mouth to his, not wasting time letting his tongue massage into your mouth as he let his fingers work at your clit the way he knew would have you dripping in just a few seconds. He unzipped his pants, pushing them down just far enough for him to free himself. He was already hard enough to push into you, slipping easily through your folds and deep into your entrance. He drew a high pitched moan from your lips as he thrusted into you quickly.

Even though it was much easier to take him this time, you still were very taken aback by the way he made you feel so full.

“Anytime you want, anywhere you want,” he grunted as he slammed his hips forward, palming your breasts through your silk mini dress, “And however you want! I’ll take care of you”

You felt a weeks worth of frustration build up in your core as you felt your orgasm approach you. You gasped for air, slapping your hands against his shoulder to get him to slow down as you pleaded, “f-from behind. I need you from behind, please!”

Jaehyun didn’t miss a beat. He lifted you off of the counter before slipping himself out of you just long enough to turn you over and bend you over the same counter before snapping his hips back into you again.

“Harder,” you begged and he complied. You felt him tighten his grip around your waist and rope his fingers into your hair as he jerked his hips forward, not slowing as you came, soaking him from the inside. You screamed out his name as he kept up his pace.

“Be a good girl and hold on a little longer, okay? I’m almost there,” he said through gritted teeth. Every thrust left you tingling as your walls squeezed around his cock, just as you felt him release into you and collapse onto your back as he caught his breath. Your moment of bliss was interrupted by the ringing of Jaehyun’s phone.

“Shit, our uber is here,” he chuckled. The two of you cleaned up as quickly as you could before heading out to the party. You touched up your hair and makeup in the car, cursing Jaehyun for ruining your hard work even though he insisted that you looked totally fine.

That was the beginning of what became a really rewarding arrangement. Jaehyun kept his promise. He would come by your place after work some days, and did a great job of keeping you satisfied, going down on you in the middle of netflix marathons or fucking you against the wall of your shower. He even picked you up from your office, slipping his fingers into your undies and making you cum on his fingers behind tinted windows in the middle of traffic. The best days were the ones where he would sleep over at your place. It was nearly impossible to have a bad day when it started off on such a positive note and there was a noticeable shift in your mood. Until... something happened.

Your vision was blurred by your tears, as you swiped at your eyes. You desperately wished that you were dreaming. You stared at the pregnancy test you held between your fingers as you sat on your couch sobbing at the results. You had really fucked up this time. All the constant running around and travelling between your place and Jaehyun’s had caused you to accidentally forget to take your pill one day. You had gotten back on schedule but it was too late. The test in your hand proved that it was a big enough mistake for you to end up pregnant.

You were so shaken up that you called out of work for a week very suddenly. You ignored calls from everyone, including Jaehyun and even lied to Lia about being under the weather to keep everyone from reaching out. Jaehyun kept his distance at first. You both had kept your arrangement secret from your friends and so he wasn’t exactly in a position where he could ask around too much about you. After not hearing back from you after a few days he couldn’t take it anymore and showed up at your doorstep.

“Y/n,” he pleaded through the door, “don’t do this to me. I know you’re in there. Just let me in so I can at least see if you’re alright.”

You hesitated before opening the door. He stormed in right away.

“What the HELL has been going on? You know how worried I’ve been?” he asked. He was raging. You knew ignoring him would most likely lead to such a reaction but you could barely cope with your current situation.

“I can’t even ask your friends about you because you wanted to keep this a secret. Why haven’t you at least aswered my texts? Even Johnny hasn’t mentioned anything. I’ve been losing my mind trying to get a hold of you,” he scolded.

You sat next to him on your couch before bursting into tears, sobbing your eyes out. Jaehyun was so startled he immediately moved from his seat to crouch down in front of you.

“Oh my God, y/n,” he said, reaching out to hold your hands, “What’s wrong? You know you can trust me with anything. Whatever it is, I’ll --”

You interrupted him, “I’m such an idiot. I thought it would be okay but I missed a day and now - now i-- i’m so so so sorry” you sobbed.

“What... what do you mean?” he asked, confused.

You took a shaky breath before whispering, “I’m pregnant.”

The silence in the room was deafening. Jaehyun had all but collapsed to the ground into a seated position, breathing deeply.

“Oh, thank GOD,” he said when he finally found the words to speak.

You couldn’t even believe what you were hearing.

“So you’re okay then? Oh, thank God,” he said as he let out a sigh of relief.

“N-no, i’m not okay Jae!” you yelled, tears filling your eyes, “I don’t know what to do, I-i don’t know if I can be a mom! We were supposed to just be messing around... why aren’t you freaking out.”

Jaehyun’s heart sank and you watched tears fill his eyes next.

“Aren’t you scared too?” you asked him as you broke down, sitting in front of him on the floor.

“Actually... I-i’m really happy, y/n,” he began, getting choked up.

You threw yourself into his arms. “I’m sorry. I know you’re just saying the right thing. Neither of us planned on this happening. I’m just in shock,” you said.

Jaehyun wrapped his arms around you, stroking your shoulder as you rested your head against his chest.

“I’m really excited to be a dad. If you want to go through this, at least,” he said. His words resonated with you deeply and for the first time you imagined what it would be like.

“Do you... really want to do this? I just feel awful. It’s all my fault” you whispered.

“Listen to me, y/n,” he said. You nodded, trying your best to look strong as you wiped tears from your eyes.

“I’m having a baby with the love of my life! I think this might be the best day of my life,” he said as he flashed a dimpled smile.

Your mouth fell open at his sudden confession.

“Oh please, don’t act all surprised,” Jaheyun said as he sprinkled kisses over your face, making you laugh for the first time in days.

“I love you too, Jae. You’re going to be the best dad,” you said as he violently attacked your face with affection.

He froze, holding your face between his hands.

“Does that mean we’re really doing this?” he asked excitedly. You nodded your head, smiling back at him.

“I hope it’s a girl,” he blurted out. You both bursted out into laughter before he continued quietly, “... and then two more boys, then another girl, and then...”

“Oh my God, Jae...” you groaned as you swatted at his chest.

He reached out to run his fingers across your belly though it was way too early for you to show.

“Sorry, I just can’t believe I really did this. Filled you up so much that I actually get to have a little one,” he muttered as his hands started to wander again.

You felt your body heat up as he closed the gap between the two of you on the floor and drew you in for a deep kiss.

“This is exactly what got us into this mess in the first place,” you joked.

“Yeah well since we’re already here we may as well make the most of it for the rest our lives, right mama?” he said sweetly.

And as expected, Jaehyun kept his promise. He stood proudly by your side through everything from telling your friends, to breaking the news to your families. As days went on you became increasingly excited about the future and felt so lucky to have ended up in such an interesting situation with the perfect man.

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imo-chan-imagines · 4 years ago

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『 As your boyfriend | BNHA Headcanons 』

From the good, to the bad, to the downright adorable.

Characters: female!reader, Aizawa Shouta

Tags/warnings: Boku No Hero Academia (anime), 18+, explicit descriptions of sex, smut, fluff, soft dom Aizawa, relationship, headcanons

⚠️ 18+ CONTENT! MINORS: PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT ⚠️

A/N: Right, so I'm simping for this man biG TIME, but I'm only on season 3, so no spoilers or anything, please. This is my first BNHA post (and it turned out way longer than I was intending 😅) Please let me know if you want more in the future!

Also, I have a repetitive strain injury, so typing stuff is taking a while at the moment. Sorry about that. Thanks for reading! Please enjoy ♡ ~Imo

☆ Aizawa Shouta ☆

I'm not going to lie. Shouta can be a big ol' grouchy pants sometimes, and it's basically impossible to win an argument against him makes you want to tear your hair out, sometimes

But most of the time, he's just tired and in pain, and he doesn't mean to be so crotchety

He's not the type to make excuses, though. That's childish. He means his apologies, even if they're simple

He'll normally initiate an apology by gently wrapping his arms around you from behind and resting his forehead on your shoulder 🥺

Physical contact is incredibly personal and intimate for him. He doesn't just touch anyone, or allow them to touch him

You're special 💞💫

Soft, gentle touches, like his fingers interlacing with yours, or his leg brushing up against you, are basically his way of saying 'I love you'

Catch me crying in the corner, a'ight? 😔

He rarely ever raises his voice. Like, ever he doesn't need to, and is aware that it can be scary

He's definitely the kind of guy to forget to tell people that you're dating, simply because he doesn't see how it's relevant or anyone else's business 🤦‍♀️

I mean, he ain't wrong, but–

And his mood switches between 'antisocial' and 'clingy' like a mechanical metronome did someone say 'cat'?

Sometimes, you'll be lucky if he speaks more than three words to you together in a whole day nothing personal 🤷‍♀️

But on other days, he literally won't let you out of his arms for the world he's complicated, okay?

You have missed many a parcel delivery because he wouldn't let you get up from his lap to answer the door 🙄😂

Boundaries and responsibilities are key and highly respected by Shouta, and he would NEVER erase your quirk without your permission, unless he literally had no other choice like someone's going to get hurt, or something

Is generally quite serious so what's new? but you're one of the few people he can relax around when he feels like it

9/10 of his jokes are dad jokes 😎 hell yeah

Takes a hard stance in financial debates, but is constantly broke af 😶 says he'll buy you dinner and presents you with some instant noodles with a 'Reduced To Clear' sticker on them

Will take a bite of your food/steal some off your plate without asking, and literally say nothing to defend himself #gremlin

Is incredibly shy and uncomfortable about being ~le horny~ until you've been together for literally forever

Even then, he's still shy about it when he has to bring it up and it's pretty cute, let me tell ya

It took him forever to admit to you that he gets turned on when you eat ice lollies

Guess what you do whenever you want to mess with him like a little brat 😛

But if he's in the mood, he will 100% whisper something dirty in your ear, even if you're completely alone and probably well past third base

He does it because he knows your pussy will clamp around him at the sound of his voice 😳🥵

*fans self profusely*

Genuine, unadulterated smiles are rare with Aizawa, but when he does 🙌 Heaven hath opened its gates and allowed an angel walk amongst mere mortals 🥺🤧

If he lays his head on your chest, he will fall asleep like that *snaps fingers*

Surprise nose and forehead kisses to show he loves you ❤

Calls you 'Kitten' this is basically already canon at this point

And he's all about those deep talks with you at 3 am when he can't sleep

Speaking of insomnia!

It's cheesy, but you're like a soothing balm. The warmth of your body makes him feel safe, your touch helps him relax, and your voice soothes him to sleep

He's never slept as well as when you're beside him 😭🤧

When cuddling, he likes to be the big spoon but will accept being the little spoon if you if you press your boobs against his back and ask really nicely 🤭

And he loves you stroking his hair and running your fingers through it 🥺

Netlix nights and pillow/blanket forts!!

Rainy days are a godsend. Staying inside all day under the blankets, with the soft sound of the rain falling outside and no-one to interrupt you – literal paradise

He makes mean hot cocoas and Irish coffees 😋 I feel like this man lives off Irish coffees 😂🤣

Wears a lot of black and grey sweatpants at home 😗 which highlight the outline of his dick just right, if ya know what I'm sayin' 👀

Doesn't like going out for dates and prefers staying inside and doing stuff together same, honeyy

But if you really like going out, he will somewhat begrudgingly agree to it and get all dressed up for you, just so long as he gets his fair share of home-dates, too 🤗

But if you also don't like going out... the two of you will basically never leave the house, except to get groceries in your pyjamas from the 24-hour convenience store down the road at one in the morning oddly specific, I know, but you get me

And sorry, but I don't make the rules

Well, actually, I do. But shush

We all know that Shouta cleans up *chef's kiss* So when you go somewhere ~fancy~ he always looks so damn fine 😩

But he has very little idea that he's hot he sees himself as a tired, walking dumpster fire🚶‍♂️🔥

Shouta will 100% turn into a crazy cat dude with 15+ cats if you don't stop him I never said you should, though 🙃

And is a 'minimalist texter' – basically, if he can't answer a text with 'yes', 'no,' 'maybe', or 'OK', then he probably won't answer it at all 😭😂

Especially if you try and sext him or send him your nudes while he's at work. He'll probably lecture you when he gets home and depending on just how much you turned him on, he might proceed to teach you a lesson...

But wear his shirt, and just his shirt or his hoodie and he's yours

Heart eyes, motherfucker 😍

And, depending on how you two are feeling that day, you may or may not end up getting dicked down on the nearest semi-flat surface right then and there 👀

But don't misunderstand. This is an incredibly tired man you have here, and his libido actually isn't through the roof sorry, ladies so this kind of thing isn't an everyday occurrence

But when he dicks you down, he dicks you down goooood

Shouta's not big on PDA, but makes up for it in private. We're talking hands and kisses all over your body he leaves nothing unloved 😏

And while he's not big on PDA, he is big on sneaky displays of affection or 'SDA', as I like to call it

Like subtly grabbing your butt for a second, or his hand on your thigh under the table at a dinner etc. especially around other people

But what really gets him going is slowly removing your clothes and taking you fully naked, spreading your legs wide and holding them open he likes the view 😍

He lowkey highkey worships your body 🙏 and will literally not shut up about how fucking pretty you are, and how fucking good it feels inside you his words, not mine 😳

Groans and growls a little when he's getting close/cumming especially when he's being a little rough and likes to cum together, but knows it's not always practical

He tends to be a gentle dom, but can get just a teensy bit 🤏 rough if he's too into it – but nothing outrageous

We're talking rough thrusts and a brutal pace, maybe holding onto you a little too hard and, waaahh, he gets so embarrassed if he leaves bruises

Is also into a little bondage, but again, only light stuff – restraining your wrists with his hands or his tie or his Capturing Weapon 👀 maybe blinding-folding you if you're okay with it

If you're not blindfolded, then I'm afraid he's all about that eye contact

Eating out your pussy? Eye contact. Pounding you into the mattress? Blazing eye contact. Rearranging your guts in front of the mirror? Fucking eye contact

And CONSENT, BABY. THAT'S WHAT HE'S FUCKING INTO 😌🙌💞

But all jokes aside – he's too used to taking without consent with his quirk, that he's kind of paranoid about it comes to sex but it's adorable and sweet, and honestly, still kind of hot

And speaking of eating pussy – goddamn does he like to please you. Like cream to a kitty 😛

Oh, and he just loves it when you suck on his fingers as he's pounding into you 🤤

And he likes to leave love bites in personal, inconspicuous places and sometimes on your neck

He's marking his woman 😌

When he gets suuuper horny, he likes to fuck you from behind, standing upright in front of the mirror. It's a specific kink he has of watching himself stretch you out as the length of his cock disappears inside you...

I can get behind that, lemme tell yaaa

I said he tends to be dominant, but female doms – fear not!

Shouta is quite flexible when it comes down to it and is kind of lazy, lmfao so he definitely has time for laying back, having the control taken away, and having his dick ridden

For him, it's really all about communication and what you're both comfortable with

I will say this, though: sometimes, his cat watches you while you're banging 😅😂

The first time it happened, you freaked out and refused to continue because – how could you??? But eventually, you just kind of got used to it 🤷‍♀️

The same way you've got used to it following you to the bathroom every time you go to take a shit 😭

So now, you just kind of laugh about it, which helps keep things a little lighter 🤗

After sex, he does like to snuggle, but you'll be lucky if he stays awake for more than 30 seconds it's one of the few times he actually can sleep well

If you're ever out and about, or even inside, and cold, he'll wrap you up in his clothes/scarf/blanket like a sushi roll like Eren wrapping up Mikasa in his scarf, all deadpan and everything 😐

It's not that often, but when he gets drunk, he gets all soft and emotional, and starts babbling about how he can't believe he got so lucky to be dating you, and that he's sure he hasn't done anything to deserve it mah heart

He's pretty sure he wants kids, but he doesn't feel like now is the right time, and is lowkey afraid that it's never going to feel like the right time

He also constantly doubts himself, wondering if he'd actually able to look after them and protect them the way a father should class 1-A got him second-guessing himself 🥺

Besides, it's not all about him. You clearly have a say in it too, and he doesn't want to force you into anything

Again: communication and comfort zones

Dating Aizawa definitely has its ups and downs, and it's not smooth sailing, but he's prepared to work for a life with you because he's found a connection with you that he hasn't feel with anyone else

He knows that you're both far from perfect, but hopes that, for once, you might just make something good, and make it last 🥰😇

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ambitionzzzz · 4 years ago

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Of Convenience

Chapter 4- The Party

Warnings: Cursing, SMUT, underage drinking, disco??, Remus after a full moon

It had been a month since you last spoke to Remus, you avoided him like the plague. You spent a week sleeping in Molly’s room before returning to your room. The day you ‘moved back’, you were stopped in the hallway by Sirius.

“Marlene said you haven’t been back to the dorm at all, where have you been sleeping?”

“Oh, all of a sudden Marlene cares?”

“Don’t talk about her like that,” He gritted his teeth.

“Whatever, Sirius. I’m fine, thanks for asking.”

Another month passed and other than that, no contact from any other Marauder except James. In the time it took for news to spread around that you and Remus hadn’t actually been dating, almost the whole school took sides. Jerkoff boys come to you every now and then asking if you could fake date them too. James, knowing exactly went down that night sided with you. While Peter, Sirius, Marlene, and Lily took Remus’s side. He would never do that. Molly was, of course, with you. Same with Arthur. But there was one student in particular who helped you more than anyone else.

Here you were again, in Slughorn’s potions class. You sat with Molly and another girl she introduced you to. Slughorn looked up from his desk and his eyes found yours.

“Y/l/n? You’re here… Early?”

“Yes sir, I’m trying not to get detention again,” He let out a small laugh and continued grading papers before class began. James came in, followed by Sirius and Peter. James walked up to you and lowered his voice into a whisper.

“Just… Be prepared, alright?”

You were confused… Prepared for what? “...Oh…” Remus came in, bruises littered his arms and in some spots on his neck. He had a cut on his eyebrow and his hand wrapped up in a bandage. “Oh my god…” He must have heard you because he looked right at you for a split second before sitting down with James and them. Your leg bounced the whole class period, waiting for the bell ring. Eventually, Slughorn passed out homework as the bell rang. Molly offered to wait for you but you told her she could go ahead. She nodded, understanding what you had to do. The Marauders waited outside the door for Remus as he packed up. You grabbed your bag and walked to him. You swallowed and took a deep breath. “...Hey.”

He looked up, surprised you were standing there talking to him. “Hi…?”

“Those look bad…”

“Yeah, I- Um- I fell down the stairs.”

You held your next classes’ books in your arms, “Are you okay? I mean, I know you fell down the stairs but-”

“Yeah, I get it, I’m- I’ll be fine.”

“Alright, well-”

“You trying to steal my boyfriend again, Y/l/n?”

You sighed. “Mary… No, I was just asking if he was ok-”

“Oh my god, Remy, are you okay??” She practically jumped on him and he winced. She turned to you, “You can leave,” You nodded and pursed your lips, walking away. “Oh, and Y/n?” You turned around. “Stay away from my boyfriend.”

“I don’t need your boyfriend.”

“Why’s that?”

“I have my own,” You gave her a smile.

“What?” She laughed, “Another phony relationship for you to get your feelings hurt?”

“Ready, babe?”

You grinned. You turned to your boyfriend, who was waiting by the doorway, sporting the black and green robes with pride. “Yeah, I am.” Lucius Malfoy grabbed your books from you and placed them under his arm, holding your hand with the other. “Feel better, Lupin…” You looked at him one last time to find him glaring at your hand, specifically the one holding Malfoy’s. You smiled to yourself and walked out of the classroom.

February 14th rolled around rather quickly, and apparently the Slytherins were throwing a huge party in the dungeon. You asked Lucius about it and he said it wasn’t for Valentine’s Day, they just wanted an excuse to drink. You half-believed him. The two of you were in your dorm, going over Flitwick’s Charms homework.

“Where’s your roommate?” Lucius said without looking up.

“Oh, um, I dunno. Probably off snogging Sirius in a dingy corner.”

He let out a small laugh, “We could be off snogging in a dingy corner.”

“Yes, but we have standards.”

He looked at you with a glint in his eye, “Do we?”

You tilted your head, “Do we?” You repeated.

It was so quick, the way Lucius tossed aside all the books and papers that were on the bed onto the floor and pounced on you. His lips met yours and butterflies erupted in your stomach. This wasn’t the first time you’ve kissed him but this? This was different. He bit your bottom lip and tugged on it lightly, you swallowed a moan.

“Don’t,” He pulled back, staring deep into your eyes. “I want to hear you.”

She clenched.

He leaned back down to kiss you again, this time, a lot slower. His left hand cupped your face while his right explored. “Can I touch you?” You couldn’t trust your voice to not crack if you spoke so you settled with a quick nod. He smiled at your reaction. “Eager, are we?”

You sighed, “Touch me.”

“Where?” He teased.

“Lucius-” He lightly hit your face.

He groped your chest hard. “Where do you want me to touch you?” You moaned at the action. “Use your words, or I stop.”

You shivered, not wanting him to stop. “Touch me… down there.”

He put his ear closer to you, “What was that, love? I couldn’t hear you.”

You groaned, which earned you another light hit. “I said… I want you to touch me down there.”

“Oh,” He smiled and placed his hand on top of your clothed pussy and began lightly rubbing. “Why didn’t you just say so?” The rubbing outside your shorts wasn’t enough. You moaned his name, “Yes, love?”

“Please.”

“Please, what? I thought I was touching you,” His hands traveled to the drawstring of your shorts. “Oh you mean… touch you…” His voice changed, it sounded deeper, raspier. He undid the knot with one hand, and slowly slithered his hand into your panties. He immediately found your clit, rubbing it in circles agonizingly slow. You groaned in frustration.

“Lock the door,” You panted. He took his hand out and flicked it at the door, you heard it click shut. He dived back into your shorts and started rubbing again. “Fuck, Lucius,” He switched to circling your clit with his thumb as he slowly placed a single finger inside you. You moaned at the sensation.

“Gotta loosen you up, yeah?” His lips slammed onto yours. You ran your fingers in his wavy blond hair and he moaned into your mouth.

“Oh,” You smiled, “You like that?”

“Shut up,” He shoved a second finger in and you arched your back at the slight adjustment. He moved his fingers in and out for a while before adding a third. “You’re so…” He took his hand out again, but this time, he brought it to his mouth. One by one, he sucked his fingers all the while he stared into your eyes. “...Tasty,” Your mouth opened and he quickly stuck his fingers in them. “Suck.”

You closed your mouth and did as you were told. You tasted a mix of yourself and his mouth. You hummed and he removed his fingers,

“You want to say some-”

“I want you to-” He wrapped a hand around your throat, lightly squeezing his fingertips.

“That was rude.”

“I’m sorry,” You panted.

“Good girl.”

She clenched again.

“Now,” He went up to your ear, whispering. “What do you want me to do?” He released some of the pressure on your neck.

“Stop teasing, please.”

He hummed. Lucius sat up, and for a split second you thought he was leaving but then he swung his leg over yours and yanked down your shorts and panties simultaneously. You bent your knees so that he could fully remove them. Once he did, he tossed them over his shoulder, it hit the floor softly. “Open.”

You slowly split open your legs, but apparently you were going too slow because he grabbed your calves and forced them open. The cool air hit your pussy and you shivered. Lucius dipped his head a little, “Up,” He rasped. You lifted the bottom half of your body, but again, Lucius wanted to establish that he was the one in charge. He lifted your legs onto his shoulders. He smirked at you before diving in. The first lick from your hole to your clit was excruciatingly slow. You moaned, loud. He chuckled and the vibrations were sent straight to your core.

“Oh fuck.”

He licked another stripe.

“Luciu-”

Another.

“Don’t stop…” You fondled your clothed chest. “Please don’t stop.”

Lucius stuck his tongue into your hole, fucking you with it. He retracted his tongue and inserted two fingers as he suckled on your clit. You used your legs to lift yourself even higher, slowly riding his face. The pit in your stomach started to grow.

“I-I’m gonna cum.”

“Do it,” He licked. “Cum on my face.”

And so you did. You gripped the sheets as you came. Lucius continued lapping at your pussy, wanting all of it. When he was done, he took your legs off his shoulders and placed them on either side of him. He cupped your face again and kissed you. You could taste yourself on his tongue. He sat up once again to unbuckle his pants but you decided to do it for him- you sat up and began working at the belt.

“Take off your shirt.”

You looked up at him and followed orders. You were about to fiddle with the belt again when he spoke once more.

“Bra too.”

You smiled, reaching behind you to unclip the undergarment. You slipped it off and tossed it aside. Now, completely bare before him, you undid the belt and unbuttoned his jeans. He got off of the bed to take off his pants and drawers. To say he was big was an understatement. Lucius then yanked his shirt off and tossed it on the ground.

“You’re staring,” He smirked at you. You got up and pushed him back onto the bed. He adjusted himself so that his upper body was against the headboard. You laid in between his legs, pumping his thick cock. Precum dripped from the tip and you licked it up. The back of his head hit the headboard. “Don’t play with me, Y/n,” Lucius groaned.

“Do you not like being teased?”

He glared down at you as you licked from the base to the tip.

“Suck.”

“Suck what?” You jerked him off.

“Y/n. Stop.”

You stopped moving your hand, “Stop?”

“Suck me off,” His chest moved up and down, waiting for you to please him. You licked another stripe before taking the head in your mouth. “Oh, fuck…” Your tongue swirled around it as you sucked him. “Y/-” You took him as deep as you could without gagging, using your hands to twist and jerk off what you couldn’t reach with your throat. “Oh shit, keep going- Just like that,” The tenacity of the grip in which Lucius had on the bed post was enough to make the mahogany wood snap in half. He grabbed the back of your neck, trying to force you down more. You held your breath and took him deeper. You gagged. “Just like that,” He let go of you and you took him out, taking a deep breath. “Choke on my cock.”

You went back down, sucking him hard, hollowing your cheeks.

“Jesus- fuck-”

It wasn’t until you started fondling his balls did he stop you, “Stop- Stop, I’m gonna cum-”

You kept going.

“Y/n, I said stop,” You looked up at him and took him out of your mouth. “I want you.”

Your heart pounded, you knew this was coming, and you were ready.

“Is that okay with y-”

“Yes.”

He smiled, “You sure?”

“I want you, Lucius.”

He kissed you sloppily, “I want you, too.”

Lucius grinned, “Turn around.”

“Yes sir,” You flipped on your stomach. You waited a few moments before turning your head to see what he was waiting for. His knuckles were white, and his cock stood straight.

“Say that again.”

You cleared your throat, “Yes sir.”

He groaned. With one hand he held onto your waist while the other lined his cock with your entrance. “Are you ready? I’m gonna go slow, okay? I don’t want to hurt you… Not too much at least,” He playfully bit your shoulder. You were wet enough for the head of his cock to slip into you no problem. It wasn’t until Lucius started pushing the rest in did it start to hurt. You winced and he stopped. “Hey, hey, it’s okay- just tell me when, okay?”

You nodded. It took a minute for the pain to go away, “Okay, keep going.”

“Okay, nice and slow…” He continued to push himself in until the base touched your ass. “Tell me when again, okay?”

“Y-Yeah…” His full length took a little longer to adjust to, but once you did, you wanted more. “Lucius?” You turned your head to see him through your peripheral.

“Yeah?” He lightly panted.

“Fuck me,” He smiled, putting both his hands on your waist, and began moving in and out. Slowly at first, but soon it became too much for either of you. “Please… Faster.”

“You want me to go faster?”

“Yes sir, please,” He swallowed and completely exited you, “Luci-” He slammed back into you. “Oh fuck!” That’s how it was, slow but hard. Every time he slammed into you, you moaned at the sensation. “Just like that, you’re hitting it, just keep going.”

He smiled and reached for your shoulders, pulling you against his bare chest. One of his hands wrapped around your throat while the other remained on your waist. He fucked you like that and you couldn’t help but feel that pit in your stomach again.

“I’m almost there-” He sucked on your neck.

“So am-”

A knock at the door. Lucius removed his hand from your throat as your heads shot to the door.

“Y/n, it’s Marlene. Open the door.”

Shit. “C-Comin’!”

“I know you are,” He whispered as he slid out of you.

“Asshole.”

“Y/n!” Marlene knocked again. “Let’s go!”

“I said I’m coming!” You pulled back on your panties and shorts. Lucius threw your bra at you and you caught it. He pulled up his briefs and jeans simultaneously, you tossed him his shirt and he quickly slid under your bed.

“Alohamora!” The door slammed open.

“Oh my god!” You turned your bare back on her as you clipped back on your bra. “God, Marlene!” You bent down and picked up your shirt and slipped it on. As you popped your head through the neck hole you turned around to see not only Marlene, but Sirius, James, Peter, Lily, and Remus. Peter and Lily had the decency to cover their eyes but no one else did because their jaws were slacked.

“Were you… Were you naked?” Marlene asked you.

“Yes. I sleep naked.”

“That’s a lie.”

“You go to sleep before me, I simply wait until you’re passed out.”

“I doubt that.”

“You were sleeping? I thought Lucius was here helping you with homework?” She interrogated.

“He was…” You tried to reason. “He… Left and I got hot so I undressed myself- I don’t need to explain myself to you.”

“He left?”

“Yes.”

“Did the heat also leave a hickey on your neck?” Sirius teased. Lily smacked his arm.

Your hand flew to the bruise, “So, we made out.”

“If he left,” Marlene raised an eyebrow. “Then he’s probably with that girl who’s been ogling him… What’s her name? Oh yeah, Narcissa.”

You heard a loud bang from under your bed, “You fucking bit-” They all looked under the bed, Lucius smiled at them. “Hello there.”

“Oh my god,” Remus ran a hand down his face. “Just say things got heated so we can leave.”

Lucius crawled out from under the bed and put on his infamous leather jacket, “Things got more than heated, mate.”

“What do you mean?” James asked, looking at him.

“Lucius-” You tried to stop him.

“I mean, we were in the middle-” You slapped a hand over his mouth, promptly shutting him up.

“He’s kidding. Anyway, I gotta get dressed,” You pulled out your outfit from your dresser and showed it to the group. “Look how cute.”

“Aw! It’s gonna look so good on you!” Lily grinned.

“I’m excited, and Lucius has a matching set!” The smile on your face could light up a room and everyone took notice.

“Yeah, yeah,” Lucius threw his arm around your shoulders. “God, you’re so conceited,” He smiled.

You laughed and playfully smacked his chest, “Whatever. Let’s go,” You grabbed your makeup bag and handed Lucius your outfit. As you left, you turned to face the group inside your shared dorm, “See you there!”

“You almost done?” Your boyfriend inquired as he buttoned up the last of his shirt.

“Almost…” You applied mascara to your eyelashes and did some last minute touches to your hair. You sat on his bed, bending down to put your white leather boots on, they stopped just under your knees. You stood up and wobbled a bit, trying to get used to the new height.

“You okay?” He chuckled.

“I’m good, just gotta get used to them.”

“...You look stunning,” You grinned at the compliment. Looking down at your outfit, you liked how it fit you. It was an off the shoulder dress, and the sleeves were fit up until an inch or two past your elbows, which is when they flared out. The length of the dress went till mid-thigh. And the color was gorgeous, it complimented your skin tone perfectly. There were flowers scattered all over the fabric, their color different variations of the original. You did a twirl and the dress fanned out. Lucius smiled and grabbed your waist, pulling you to him. He pressed his lips against yours. Wrapping your arms around his neck, he kissed you deeper and dipped you. You laughed into the kiss and he pulled you back up.

“You look good,” The pattern of his button down matched the one on your dress. He wore black slacks and equally black loafers.

“Just good?” He smirked.

“You look… handsome… dapper… smooth…”

“Alright,” He draped an arm around you and led you out of the dorm, grabbing his jacket before leaving.

“...Clean-cut…. suave…”

“I like suave.”

You laughed, throwing your head back. “You would like ‘suave’.”

Due to Lucius being a Slytherin, his dorm was already in the dungeon, so it didn’t take long for you to reach the common area. The two of you turned the corner and you could feel the bass of the music in your chest. Lucius continued to lead you through the crowd, holding tightly onto you, until you got to a quieter corner. You had to yell in order to hear one another.

“When’d you guys have the time to do this?!”

He smiled, “You’d be surprised how many oddly specific spells there are!” You looked towards the ceiling, strobe lights faced a disco ball in the middle of the common room.

There was a DJ, one of the students of course, but a DJ nonetheless. He had to at least have taken a class or something because he was playing mostly muggle music. You recognized a majority of the songs that were playing, nodding along as Lucius’s arm was draped against the back of your seat on the couch.

“You know this song!?” Lucius looked at you, the different colored lights shone, making him look ethereal.

“I take a Muggle Studies class, remember? We did a whole semester on muggle music and I fell in love!” He smiled at you. “Oh my Godric,” You gasped, recognizing the song that boomed from the speakers. You stood up and began singing.

Oh, girl, I've known you very well

I've seen you growing every day

I never really looked before

But now you take my breath away

Lucius watched you lovingly as you belted out the lyrics to a pretend microphone. “I think I love you.”

Suddenly you're in my life

Part of everything I do

You got me working day and night

Just trying to keep a hold on you

“Did you say something?!” You bent down to hear him.

“No!” He shook his head. “Nothing at all!”

“Oh… Okay!” You continued singing to him. “More than a woman!... More than a woman to me!”

Eventually the song faded out and was replaced with another Bee Gees song- “You Should Be Dancing”.

“Oh, Lucius, you have to dance with me!”

He shook his head, “No, no. I’m still settling in! Go dance without me! I’ll watch and join later!”

“Are you sure!?”

“Yeah- Go! Go have fun!” You nodded and kissed his cheek. When you reached the dancefloor, a crowd surrounded one man, dancing on his own.

“Oh my God.”

“James?!”

He must have heard you, though you don’t know how over the roar of the crowd, but he looked right at you and grinned. He danced his way to you and took your hands in his.

“No, no, no! James!”

He ignored your pleas and dragged you into the center. Everyone watched expectantly.

“James… I can’t dance!”

“Just follow my lead!” The music transitioned into Boogie Wonderland by Earth, Wind & Fire. James would do a move and you’d follow to the best of your abilities. You both laughed at the other. There was no coordination at all, but you were pretty sure nobody really cared.

Malfoy’s eyes flickered to the crowd, quickly looking for you, before returning back to his conversation with Severus.

When he didn’t see you, he stopped talking to the person next to him and focused his attention on the crowd.

When he still couldn’t find you, his heart rate sped up, fearing the worst. He quickly stood up and maneuvered his way through the mass, yelling for you. He felt a hand on his shoulder and quickly turned around. He had to look down to be eye to eye with the girl.

“Lily, right?”

“Yeah,” She half smiled. “You’re looking for Y/n, right?”

“Yeah, do you know where she is?”

She pointed deeper into the crowd, he followed her gaze to see you dancing in the center... Along with James.

All the love in the world can't be gone

All the need to be loved can't be wrong

All the records are playing and my heart keeps saying

"Boogie wonderland, wonderland"

Dance, boogie wonderland

You paid attention only to your dance partner, you’d worry about everything else later. James ended the dance by dipping you.

The song finished and the people surrounding you guys started closing in, cheering. You looked at James to find him already staring at you.

“That was amazing!” You yelled.

“I know! Thank you for being my dance partner!”

“Anytime!!” You felt someone grab your wrist, “Oh, hey Lucius!”

“Hey, you were great!” He hid his jealousy. “Want somethin’ to drink?”

“That’d be amazing, actually!”

“C’mon,” He led you to the makeshift bar, getting a butterbeer for you and then himself. The music was a lot quieter where you were at, you didn’t have to scream if you wanted to say something. “D’ you have fun?”

“Oh, loads!” You took a sip from the bottle. “Wish you were dancing with me though,” Another swig. “It was so much fun.”

Lucius felt bad for getting jealous when you were here saying you had wanted him instead. He held his tongue from saying anything snarky. “I don’t dance.”

“Neither can I! Yet, I, so bravely-” Lucius tried to pay attention to you, but he felt uneasy. Like someone was watching the two of you. He nodded his head to your words, making it seem like he was listening. He quickly looked behind him, then the crowd, then behind you… And there he was. It wasn’t subtle the way Remus was glaring at him. That jealousy turned in him again.

“-be? Babe!”

His attention was back on you, “I’m sorry, what?”

“I asked if you were okay… But you were looking be-” You started turning your head to see what he was looking at but he stopped you by cupping your face. “What are you-?” He kissed you. Hard. Just as he was about to tilt his head to deepen it, you pulled away. “Shit, if that’s what it takes to shut me up, I’ll gladly keep talking.”

He smiled, ignoring Remus, and took your hand. “C’mon.”

“Where are we going?” You stood up, following him.

He smirked, “You wanted to dance, didn’t you?”

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some-dr-writings · 4 years ago

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Korekiyo, Ryoma, Kazuichi, and Gundham’s S/O steals their clothes

Korekiyo Shinguji:

· Given the man traveled a lot for his work he kept some of his clothes at your place. It was just convenient should your apartment be closer to where he was working than his own home, it also made for a lovely excuse to come see you.

· After double checking everything was prepared at the excavation site one last time and several day long train rides he was finally back in town. The sun still hung high in the sky, its warmth being carried along by the summer breeze. Kiyo felt exhausted. Though it was a perfect day to go for a stroll through the city or an adventure through a park, all he wanted was to collapse on the bed or couch with you in his arms. So he went trudging through the city, the sounds of idle chatter passing by enough to keep his attention so he wouldn’t zone out completely and lose his way, simply walking on and on.

· Normally he’d warn you of his arrival with a quick text but that slipped his mind. Slipping the key into the lock, then turning it, hearing that distinctive, familiar click sound he was reminded he was home. As much as he loved work, it was nice to just lounge around and relax, to not think of anything beyond what to cook for dinner or what to do with you for a date. “Greetings Y/N.”

· Slowly he went about placing things away, tossing some clothes into the laundry, and taking a nice long shower. By the time he was finished with everything he was slightly perplexed noticing you were still absent. “Perhaps work is keeping them?” Though unlikely it was a possibility. He decided to wait for you at the balcony, surprise you with a wave from on high as you returned home. Upon opening the glass slider door he finally noticed you, sprawled across the outdoor lounge chair, his hat perched atop your head, shading your eyes as you peacefully napped. “… so cute.” He couldn’t hold in that light chuckle seeing you there when moments prior he thought you were gone. Seemed he was more tired than he thought. “Hmm… Kiyo?” “Ah! I apologize, go back to sleep. Don’t mine me.” He tried stifling a yawn, but you still caught it. Slowly you sat up, then took his arm, laying back down, taking him with you. Laying on your sides, faces only millimeters apart you took off his hat placing it over both your eyes. So a nap in the sun was it? That sounded perfect and before he had even realized it, Kiyo had already fallen fast asleep.

Ryoma Hoshi:

· It was your favorite game. At first Ryoma didn’t play along but once he realized what you were doing, he’d indulge you. Now this game, you needed to go about it tactfully, if you played too often Ryome would be prepared all the time and you wouldn’t even get a chance to start, so no matter how often you wanted to play, you had to keep it to a minimum.

· It was an awful summer day like any other, hot, humid, sticky. The air conditioning broke, AGAIN and the Super High School Level Mechanic was busy fixing other air conditioners, and no one was going to allow Miu around those things again after how she had… “improved” them last time so you and Ryoma were sprawled across the floor in your dorm room both trying to cool the other off with some paper fans you had made. You groaned, flipping over and pulling at the collar of your tank top, even the thin fabric of your top feeling suffocating. Hearing a sign escape our partner drew your attention to him. You had no idea how he could still wear that beanie even in this insufferable heat. You were genuinely worried that with it on it would send your boyfriend’s body over the edge and succumb to heat stroke.

· And the game began.

· With the hat clutched between your fingers you dashed through the door, almost knocking it off its hinges and sending it crashing into the wall with a loud clattering sound, there was even enough force to send it bouncing off the wall, closing itself in the process. You almost tripped over yourself, your feet either getting stubbed on the ground or getting caught on your legs several times as you ran, almost falling onto the steaming stone ground. You threw yourself onto the field desperate to save your burning feet. Then you saw it, that blur, and the moment you caught it in the corner of your eye you immediately threw your hand in the air, keeping the beanie out of Ryoma’s reach. Sure this game of ‘capture the flag’ was not the greatest game for such a miserable day, but the moment you thought of taking his hat off you bolted with it as if instinctively.

· For several minuets this continued till Ryoma finally got the upper hand and took his hat back. Normally your game would last much longer, but the pair of you were already exhausted and out of breath. Ryoma was about to place his hat back on till he abruptly stopped. “You’re right. I shouldn’t be wearing this today.” Instead, he used it to wipe some sweat off his brow as the pair of you made some light chatter, considering going to the school cafeteria and seeing if you could get some bags of ice there.

· “… Race you there!” Ryoma simply shook his head with a smile chasing after you. Only you of all people could manage to be antsy on a day like this, but no matter how awful the day, he was with you, which made it a little bit better.

Kazuichi Soda:

· A sigh escaped you as you glanced out the window, seeing how the snow just kept pilling and pilling. You wondered how much longer this dreaded snowstorm was going to last, with the wind crashing and thrashing about, knocking over near by trees and the like. It scared you honestly, the though of some tree just collapsing through the roof or a large branch to pierce through a window and knocking over a wall in the process. Leaning back in your seat something caught your eye. How your husband could manage to sleep even in this racket was something you could never figure out even after years together. As a yawn escaped your lips you wished you could lull off to a restful slumber like him, but it was just too loud.

· With a stretch you stood up, opting to find something to occupy yourself with other than looking out the window. Taking Kazuichi’s beanie from the end of the bed, you place it on, leaving the room.

· Now… what to do during a power outage… without heat… With the snow covering the windows the house was almost pitch black. One could still see due to some soft light, but certainly not enough to read. Sure, you could do whatever on your phone, but you wanted to keep that in case of an emergency.

· Suddenly you heard a giddy giggle as heavy, warm blankets, as well as a pair of arms were wrapped around you. “I thought you were asleep?” “How can I sleep when you’re gone.” There was a whimper or a wine in the man’s voice as he hugged you tighter. “And what are you doing looking so cute with my stolen hat out here and not our room?” “… You’ve seen me wear your hat a thousand time over, you don’t have to say I’m cute every time. Besides wouldn’t you be used to the sight by now?” “Excuse me, but your cuteness is ever lasting and something I can never ‘just get used to’. Now please come back to the bedroom. It’s lonely without you.”

· You hugged him, nuzzling into his embrace, adoring how firm his hug was and how warm you felt. “Okay, okay, I’ll come back.” Lifting you off your feet he carried you back, trying to remember if the pair of you had any card or board games stashed somewhere to occupy the time.

Gundham Tanaka:

· Gundham awoke with a groan that freezing winter’s morning, his whole body stiff and felt to be on the verge of collapsing. And he felt so heavy. Was the weighted blanket atop him? He couldn’t remember whether or not you placed it on the bed the night prior. Though his mind seemed to be fogged and his ears muffled he could still clearly hear his own heavy breathing and slightly racing heartbeat. Shakily he sat up and looked to the alarm clock that sat perched atop the headstand of the bed. “… How could time escape… escape me so.” Somehow it seemed he got up too quickly, the world seeming to twist, turn and spin in an attempt to knock him to the floor. As he laid back down, desperate for balance he kept thinking of the time, eleven o’ four, almost noon, how could he have slept in so long? “e-even should a curse have b-been place… upon my being…” A cough erupted from him interrupting that sentence.

· “M-my Emperor… stay back, this… I don’t wish this curse upon you too.” Short of breath he staggered to the bathroom. He leaned against the sink for a moment before washing his face with freezing water, hoping the shock of the chill would at least somewhat make him more alert. He examined himself finding every feature of his simply looked awful and exhausted. No matter how he tried he couldn’t disguise it, not wanting his creatures to see he was weakened. Running his hands through his hair he noticed something glinting in it. He was so completely confused till he realized it was just his engagement ring. He realized just how bad this illness was for him to forget about THAT of all things!

· Flopping back onto the bed he noticed other things he very much should have sooner. Firstly you were gone, for a moment he panicked, you were always still asleep by his side when he awoke- but… it was the afternoon not daybreak, of course you were gone, probably at work or something. The other was his scarf being missing. His Devas lived in the thing and both his companions and their home was missing. Where were they? He searched and searched but no matter where he looked around the house he could not find any sign of them. It was extremely unlike them to wander far so where were they? Where did they go!? Were they alright!? Did they go outside into the snow!? It’s snowing right now! Where they buried out there!? But why would they go out there in the first place!? But what if they did!? They’d be freezing to death they-

· “Gundham?” That voice! That soft, sweet, concerned tone- “Gundham! What are you doing up, you need bed rest!” You were already by his side, huddled close. You showed Gundham your hand before slowly placing it on his forehead as to not surprise him, fearing that when sickened he was possibly more sensitive to touch. He had improved a lot in being okay with you touching him, but it was something you were extra weary of in the moment. However, you instead were the one caught off guard, Gundham hugging you. “The Devas, they-” But then he immediately backed up, looking affright. “M-my Emperor! Stay back, this curse-” “Hey, hey, it’s okay. We got you some medicine, just get back to bed, and I’ll make you some food.” Before Gundham could speak more you took off something you were wearing, wrapping it around his neck, quickly dusting off the snow that had collected on it. He trembled, relief overwhelming him feeling all of the Zodiac generals scurrying about in the scarf. “Oh dear, you’re paler than before.” You gently coaxed him back to the bedroom.

· He simply huddled in bed, holding his dear Generals and their home close. He just barely noticed the creaking of the door, seeing you have come back with a hot soup. “How are you feeling? Is the medicine helping?” Gundham simply stared up to you, his eyes half lidded and watery. He just looked so dazed and exhausted. He reached out, taking one of your hands into both of his own, holding you close. A chill ran down your spine feeling his hot breath against your skin. “… Y/N, please stay… a-and don’t catch this curse either” His eyes fluttered shut as he so tenderly kissed the back of you hand and palm. “never disappear again… don’t... scare me… please… i… need you… now and forever… I love you…” Still clutching you close he finally allowed himself to drift off, knowing all he loved was safe.

· And you were left feeling flustered, that heat radiating from your cheeks. You didn’t think Gundham could be this unabashedly, and directly lovey-dovey with you. Being sick just knocked down certain sensibilities of his you supposed. “Of course… I am going to promise ‘in sickness and in health’ not long from now, aren’t I?” You laid beside him, giving a kiss to his forehead, gaining a soft, content hum from him.

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classic80sand90smovieloves2 · 4 years ago

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Meeting and Dating Severen

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

- You first met Severen at the sleazy bar you called your place of employment. You were serving a booth their drinks when he and the others made their entrance. And oh what an entrance it was.

- As per usual, Severen started to make chaos the moment he walked in, talking/laughing loudly and nearly getting himself into a fight. You really didn’t want to go over and serve him but you were the only there besides one other bartender and the man was conveniently MIA.

- So you swallowed down your feelings of dread and maneuvered yourself behind the bar.

- The rowdy man straightened himself out upon your arrival, a Cheshire grin spreading across his face as he focused his sights on you.

“Well ain’t you a pretty little thing.”

- Against your better judgement, a small smile spread across your face. He was much more handsome up close, and when he was behaving himself properly.

- There was an undeniable attraction growing between the two of you, especially on his part. He acted the same as he always did with women but there was something different about you, something special.

- Lets make things clear, none of these vamps know how to do things conventionally, especially not Severen. You don’t have a romantic start to your relationship, you have a frightening one.

- Shit hit the fan not long after you poured the unusual patron a drink. Like a rational person, you plastered yourself against the wall and watched with wide eyes as him and the others dealt with the other occupants of the bar.

- Once they were finished, Severen hopped down on your side of the bar, throwing his arm around your shoulders and calling you cute.

“I think we should keep her.” He grinned, twirling a piece of your hair between his bloodied fingers.

- You were obviously afraid; as one should be, but a part of you was weirdly accepting of the situation. It was as though what you’d experienced was so unreal that your mind decided to rationalize it as though it were normal.

- So when Severen began to lead you out of the bar with them, throwing a pointed look at his companions as they opened their mouths to argue, you just let him. And when he pulled you into the rv with them, talking your ear off and blatantly flirting; you let him do that too.

- Don’t blame yourself too much for your questionable decisions, you’ll find out soon enough that the two of you are mates.

- Since your new friends burnt down the bar, anyone who was aware of your existence thought you were dead which made things particularly easy for Severen.

- For better or for worse, the two of you grew close very quickly and soon enough he decided to shoot his shot. He announced that he would “watch you” as everyone went out in search of a meal.

- While the two of you were walking, he began to ramble on about how you made a good team and how it “only made sense” for the two of you to get together.

“So what do you say?” He grinned at you cockily.

- He kisses you for the first time once you agree, letting out a “well come here then” before he swiftly pulls you in and lays one on you.

- And thus, the chaotic vampire found his one true love.

- Pda? I mean you aren’t in public all that much but he’s constantly hanging all over you so I suppose that’s pretty much the same thing.

- Whenever you are in public, he’s making sure everyone knows that you’re together by keeping his hands on you at all times. He’s very proud of his girl.

- Bear hugs. He’s constantly pulling you in and wrapping his arms tightly around you. He’s going to squeeze the life out of you one day; you’re sure of it.

- Hugs from behind. They’re mainly an excuse for him to grind against your backside.

- Dancing together.

- Holding hands.

- Sooo many pet names; sometimes you’re sure that he’s forgotten your real name. You aren’t complaining though, it makes everytime he calls you your real name even more special/ powerful.

- Affectionate name calling. He can’t explain why he enjoys having you call him an asshole but you should know that he does.

- He likes picking you up, typically by your clothing before he decides that he wants to hold you close.

- Bloody kisses. You better get used to the taste.

- Be wary when he tries to flatter you, especially in excess. He typically has an ulterior motive when he starts to bombard you with compliments.

- He’s constantly teasing you. There is never a time when he isn’t poking fun and trying to get a reaction out of you.

- He’s an annoying ass yet sweet at the same time. He gives off crackhead older brother vibes most of the time. He can mess with you but is ready to tear someone a new one if they try doing the same.

- Witnessing him kick a door down then slide out of the way and hold it open for you with this innocent little doting boyfriend smile. It’s kind of amusing to see how quickly his attitude shifts when you’re involved.

- He’s constantly stealing things for you. You learn not to ask where he gets them from since it’s either a store or someone who’s no longer breathing.

- Causing chaos together. Want to steal a car? Want to start a fire? Want to go completely ape shit? He’s got an anarchist mind and he’s ready for a partner in crime; literally.

- He’s always trying to make you laugh. It isn’t hard for him which never fails to give him an ego boost. He boasts about how you find him hilarious to the others both when you and when you aren’t around.

- Getting to see all his neat little gun tricks. He likes being able to impress you.

- He may or may not get turned on when you handle his guns. Be prepared for more than a few innuendos and instances of him tearing off your clothes.

- He would absolutely feed on you if given the chance. He’d call you delicious before pressing his bloodied lips to your cheek and calling you “a doll”.

- He can clean up surprisingly well. You were genuinely shocked when you saw him all dressed up for the first time.

- Falling asleep on him in the rv.

- The two of you don’t exactly have a bed 90% of the time so you just have to try and cuddle however you can. A lot of the time, you’ll be sitting on his lap with him pressed against your back.

- You’ll have to change your sleep schedule if you want to spend any length of time with him. You being tired sort of kills the mood, even if he finds sleepy you adorable.

- You’re sort of used as a clothing rack. His sunglasses? On you. His jacket? On you. His rings? On you. Its both for “safe keeping” and because you look cute in them.

- Occasionally helping him lure in his victims, or being called a sweetheart when you refuse to.

- He’d find your morals both sweet and exasperating. He enjoys how innocent and kind you are but also yearns for you to be a little evil once in a while.

- Whenever you’re out on the town, he’ll either drag you to the bar with him or you’ll sit with the others in a booth while he does his thing. You‘ll most likely prefer the latter, you might not want to be in the line of fire when he starts causing trouble.

- Playing with or watching him play pool. He likes to wink at you whenever he catches you watching him closely, usually before he makes a perfect shot.

- He curses like a sailor. You can’t remember how many times you’ve had to scold him or slap his arm because he was being completely inappropriate in the worst way possible.

- He also uses insults like they mean nothing. He’ll either call you something or call someone else something which usually tends to start some trouble.

- You pretty much have to keep an eye on him at all times since you know it only takes him a few seconds to completely destroy the peace in the room or wherever else he is. As fun as it is to see him go crazy, sometimes it’s best to not let him get to that point.

- Joking threats. He likes playing up his vampirism, trying to make you a little nervous and enjoying the subtle acceleration of your heart. Even so, he’s the only one that’s allowed to scare you.

- He’s very protective of you even though he; oftentimes, tries to hide it with humor. He tries not to make a big deal out of things until he really has to though occasionally something will really set him off. You’ll be able to see the mirderous intent in his eyes, the twinkles leaves them and they just go cold as his smile drops.

- Anyone that tries to flirt with you is immediately plotted against. It isn’t uncommon for him to kill people that he thinks are trying to get with you. Jesse’s had to hold him back a few times when the group can’t afford a body on their hands. So yes, he’s extremely jealous.

- He claims you with one of his rings, making sure you know exactly what you wearing it means.

“This here,” he takes your hand roughly. “This here means that you’re mine, darlin. Dont you forget it.”

- A sick part of him likes when you get mad or jealous at/over him. Seeing you get all vicious and vindictive makes his day.

- You don’t expect it but he’s fairly good at easing tension. The only problem is that he rarely wants to ease tension. It really just depends on what’s going on, sometimes he’ll want to fight and sometimes he won’t; particularly when it comes to you.

- He’s got a wicked temper and no patience for complaining or anything of the sort. You’ll certainly have your fair share of fights, especially if you plan on staying together for a “long time”.

- He tries to make you smile when “pleading” for your forgiveness. He tries to “cute” or bother his way out of trouble when he manages to really piss you off. You can never really stay mad at him for that exact reason.

- You get a lot of teasing/joking ‘I love you’s’ but you get a few more earnest ones as well. You cherish them since they’re few and far between.

- There’s a part of him which doesn’t want to turn you, keeping you soft and warm, but another part of him couldn’t bear to see you get hurt or imagine a world where you’re not by his side. So he’ll most likely put off biting you for a while before he finally bucks up and does it.

- He’s ready to spend the rest of eternity with you so believe me; he isn’t letting you go anytime soon.

#severen imagine #severen headcanons #severen headcanon #80s movie imagine #80s movie headcanons #80s movie headcanon #80s imagine #80s imagines #near dark headcanons #near dark headcanon #near dark imagine

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penn-dragon · 4 years ago

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I don’t know what to title this Peter is jealous

Heeeeere’s another one. This one’s longer and goes along with these drawings I did. Harry’s dating John Jameson and Peter’s extremely jealous. Penn can write a little bit of angry confessions.... as a treat...

“Pete, what’s going on. You’ve been avoiding me.”

“I’m not— I’m not avoiding you.” Peter forced out, keeping his gaze fixed on his web shooters as he fiddled with the cartridge so he wouldn’t have to meet Harry’s eyes when he said it.

“Oh really?” Harry’s voice continued, not sounding convinced in the slightest. “Because you’ve been conveniently busy every time I’ve tried to make plans with you for the past month.”

“It’s not convenient, I’m really just busy,” he argued weakly.

“Come on, you’ve used Aunt May as an excuse at least five times. I’ve known you and May since I was six, I know she’d let you go out, she’s done it a million times before.” Peter really didn’t have an answer to that, he was well aware he was running dry on excuses, so he elected to remain silent. After a moment he heard Harry shift, moving to stand next to him, and he almost jumped when a warm hand came to rest on his shoulder. “Seriously, Pete, what’s wrong?” He asked, and Peter felt his resolve crumbling under the softness in Harry’s voice. “Are you mad at me?”

“No!” Peter whipped around, finally meeting Harry’s eyes. “No, I’m not mad, I just—” He sighed, letting his gaze fall as he placed his screwdriver back on his desk, freeing up one of his hands to thumb restlessly at his jeans. “I’m not mad.”

Harry took his hand back and Peter immediately missed the warmth, and he hated how much just a simple touch made him crave more.

“Then what is it?

Peter smoothed his thumb over the flat surface of the web cartridge in his palm, just to give his hand something to do. He couldn’t tell Harry the truth, not fully, not right now… but maybe he could tell him something, just to release some of the pressure that’s been building up inside him. He turned back to Harry meeting his gaze as confidently as he could.

“Can we… talk for a bit?”

Harry’s eyes flickered over his face for a moment, then he turned his wrist to check his watch.

“Well, I’m supposed to meet John for lunch, but I can—”

Peter’s body reacted faster than he could curb. His grip tensed, crushing the small cartridge in his hand and releasing the pressure inside in an explosion of web fluid sticking to his face, his clothes, and every flat surface within a two foot radius of him.

“Fuck,” he hissed, tossing the ruined web cartridge onto his desk and ripping some of the thinner strands of webbing away from his face. “God-fucking-damnit, why not!”

“Jesus Christ, Pete,” Harry said from the corner of the room. He’d managed to skitter backwards enough to avoid the worst of the spray. “What is with you recently?”

“Nothing’s ‘with me’,” Peter grumbled, forcing open the drawer in his desk where he kept his store of web dissolvent. Embarrassment burned his ears at the abrupt reminder that a world existed outside him and Harry. That Harry was dating John, had a date planned with John while Peter was about to tell him— who knows what. “I just haven’t felt like going out.”

He dumped some of the solution over the worst of the mess, freeing himself and cleaning up the splash zone enough that he could leave the rest of the webs to dissolve naturally. What a waste of web fluid.

“Can’t you just come out one time? I really want you to spend some time with John.”

Peter tried his best to shove down the displeasure rising in his throat like vomit and keep it off his face.

“Why?” He asked, turning to replace the bottle of web dissolvant in the back of his desk drawer. “I’m not the one dating him.”

“Because you’re my best friend,” Harry emphasized as though it should be obvious, and a sour hint of guilt curled in his chest, “and I’d like you to get to know my boyfriend.”

The jealousy churning inside Peter’s stomach came to a violent boil. The guilt of letting Harry down buried under violent rejection to the idea of spending who knows how many hours pretending he was having fun while John looked at Harry, smiled at Harry, touched Harry, and—if the universe hated him enough—maybe even leaning in to— Something inside him snapped.

“Maybe I don’t want to get to know John,” he hissed.

He regretted the words the instant they were out of his mouth. It was too honest, too negative, and, if the shocked look on Harry’s face was anything to go by, too telling.

“What?”

Peter closed his eyes briefly, gritting his teeth.

“I need to go get more supplies to replace that web fluid,” he mumbled, skirting around Harry to get to the door of his lab.

“Woah, hang on.” Harry sidestepped in front of him, holding out a hand to block his way. “Do you have a problem with John?” He asked.

“No,” Peter lied through his teeth. “I don’t.”

“You clearly do.”

“Okay, fine!” Peter threw his hands in the air. “I don’t like him. Are you happy now?”

“No!” Harry fumed. “Why don’t you like him?”

“Do I need to have a reason?”

“Of course you do! You barely know him. What, you exchanged three sentences with him during that werewolf debacle two years ago and just decided he’s an asshole?”

“Maybe,” Peter sniffed, well aware he was being stubborn on purpose.

“No, you didn’t,” Harry pressed.

“Well, maybe I just don’t like that my best friend is dating the son of the guy who’s doing his best to turn the entire city against me!” Maybe I just don’t like that my best friend is dating anyone. His brain amended for him.

“Your best friend is the son of the guy who tried to kill you multiple times!” Harry snapped. “I know that’s not the real reason.”

“It doesn’t matter!” Peter cut in, desperate to end this argument before he said anything else so stupid. “Look I’ll try, okay? You can set something up and I’ll try to get to know him.” The idea made his stomach turn, but he needed to get out of here. Keeping his eyes glued to the floor he pushed past Harry to try for the door again.

Harry’s hand wrapped around his bicep before he could take another step, yanking him back and stepping forward directly into Peter’s space. Peter’s eyes stupidly snapped up to meet his sharp blue gaze. Harry released his arm as soon as Peter was facing him again, and the spot where his hand was tingled like the aftermath of an electric shock.

“Pete, seriously, you’re still avoiding the question. Give me one good reason you think you won’t like John.”

Peter tried to think of a good excuse, something that would satisfy Harry without giving too much away. But Harry was so close Peter could see every tiny detail of his face, and even angry he was so stupidly handsome it hurt. He should have come up with an excuse, but all Peter could think to do was cup his face and drag him down into a kiss.

Harry’s lips were soft against his, even as his entire body froze under Peter’s touch. Before Peter could think to do anything else, he felt Harry’s hand on his chest, forcing him back. Harry stumbled back a few steps, snatching himself out of Peter’s reach, and the look on his face made Peter go cold.

“Pete, what… what was that?”

Peter wasn't sure how it only just dawned on him what he’d done while he stood there dumbly, hands still hovering where Harry had been a moment ago, and Harry stared at him with so much disbelief you’d think he killed someone. He drew his hands back towards his body as the icy touch of panic sent his mind reeling for something to say, any excuse that wasn’t the truth. But there really wasn’t any other way to explain what he just did. He briefly closed his eyes, sliding his hands into the pockets of his hoodie as he lifted his head to meet Harry’s eye as he answered.

“That was your reason.”

Harry stared at him.

“...What are you saying?”

“Harry, I—” he took a deep breath to calm himself, dropping his eyes to the floor as his confidence waned. “I have feelings for you.”

Harry said nothing for a long time. Peter tilted his head, stealing a peak up at Harry. He’d covered his mouth with a hand, eyes fixed somewhere to the left. Then, just when Peter thought he couldn’t stand the silence anymore, he laughed. It wasn’t a real laugh. It was forced and hollow and the sound pierced through Peter’s chest like a shard of glass.

“This is a joke, right?”

Peter opened his mouth, then closed it, then opened it again.

“Of… of course not. I—”

“It has to be,” Harry interrupted like he hadn’t heard, “because you can’t— What the hell were you—” he let out a frustrated noise, looking back at Peter, “Why?”

Peter felt himself bristling, frustrated embarrassment from his own impulsive actions and Harry’s stubborn denial clogging up his head.

“You— You started it!”

Harry’s eyes widened as they snapped to Peter’s, hand falling away from his mouth.

“What?”

“You had feelings for me first.” Maybe it was a little petty, but Peter has been nothing if not petty this entire month and he had to admit the blush that spread across Harry’s face was satisfying to see.

“How—” Harry stuttered, “How do you—”

“Miles told me,” he admitted.

“Miles,” Harry hissed, “why would he—?”

“Because I was jealous!” Peter burst out. “You wanted to know the truth? There it is. I’ve been avoiding you because John’s always there, and anytime he so much as touches you I want to bend his fingers back until they break and I hate it.” Peter turned away so he didn’t have to see whatever expressions were crossing Harry’s face. He ran his fingers through his hair, gripping it tight at the roots like the sharp pain might help him focus. “I don’t want to feel this way. I don’t want to hate him,” he choked out, “but I do, because you chose him.”

Harry flinched back another step, and the further he got the more it hurt. Like Peter was a dangerous animal he needed to keep his distance from.

“I—” he started, “I— I can’t— I can’t deal with this right now.”

“Harry—”

“No,” Harry cut him off, holding out a hand to stop him. “Pete, don’t. I can’t— I have to go.”

Harry turned on his heel, and Peter felt his throat grow tight as he watched Harry slip out the door and disappear from sight.

- - -

The door slammed open and Peter jumped hard, hands flying to grip the edge of his desk as he twisted around to see Harry standing in the lab entrance, a glare set deep on his face. Peter swallowed hard.

“Harry, I—”

“I broke up with John.”

Peter’s eyes went wide and something stirred in his gut, not quite guilt but not quite hope.

“What?”

Harry continued on like he hadn’t spoken.

“Why did you have to do that?” He stalked further into the room letting the door swing shut behind him. “John is a nice guy. I was happy, and I was finally moving on from you.” He ran a hand down his face. “Then you go and do this.”

Peter felt the lick of anger hot in his stomach mixing with the embarrassment that burned down his face and neck. He gritted his teeth together and turned fully to face Harry.

“Newsflash, Harry, you can’t move on from something you were never a part of. At least I had enough courage to do something about it.”

It was a low blow and he knew it, he watched the words sting Harry like a slap to the face.

“You could have done something before I was dating someone else!” Harry growled, sweeping his arm out behind him.

“I didn’t know then. I didn’t realize until you started dating John.”

“That’s not my problem!”

Peter clenched his fists and stood.

“Stop trying to pin this on me, Harry. I’m not going to apologize for having feelings for you. I know I shouldn’t have kissed you like that. I was angry and jealous, it was a stupid, impulsive decision,” Peter stalked forward into Harry’s space, jabbing a finger into his chest. “But I'm not forcing you to do anything. You didn’t have to break up with John. You don’t have to return my feelings. You can just pretend it never happened.”

“But I can’t stop thinking about it!”

Peter stopped and Harry froze, mouth snapping shut as his eyes flickered over Peter’s face. Before he could process what was happening Harry grabbed his face and kissed him hard.

Peter’s brain flatlined. Going completely, unhelpfully, dead-silent at the feeling of Harry’s mouth on his. At his lack of response, Harry’s grip on him loosened, and he started to pull back. Somewhere inside Peter’s brain the right neurons started firing. He twisted his hands into the front of Harry’s shirt to keep him close, tilted his head, and kissed him back.

Harry made a small noise into the kiss and something inside Peter melted. The anger roaring in his chest settled into a quiet purr as he lost himself to the feeling of Harry’s lips moving against his.

Harry’s mouth left his for just a moment and Peter found it hard to breath as arms slid around his waist to pull him impossibly closer. And in that moment nothing mattered besides Harry’s lips on his, Harry’s hand sliding up his back, Harry’s heart pounding hard inside his chest. He couldn’t remember what they were fighting about, could barely remember his own name as he wrapped his arms around Harry’s neck and Harry kissed him deeply, thoroughly.

The kiss slowed and they broke apart reluctantly, staying close enough to share heavy breaths. For a moment everything was quiet as Harry let their foreheads rest together. Then he opened his eyes and met Peter’s gaze.

“I’m still mad at you,” he said, but the anger in his voice was just a flimsy pretext by this point and Peter was barely listening anyway.

“Uh huh.”

Harry’s eyes fell half closed as his gaze shifted back to Peter’s mouth.

“But, God, I’ve wanted to kiss you since eighth grade.”

He swayed forward to close the distance again and Peter yielded easily to the soft kiss Harry pressed against his mouth. He pulled back before Harry could deepen the kiss any further.

“Why didn’t you ever say anything?” He asked.

It took Harry a moment to answer, like his mind was still catching up with the concept that Peter was speaking instead of kissing him.

“I didn’t think you’d want me too.” He finally admitted, gaze flicking up to meet his. Peter curled his fingers into the hair at the nape of Harry’s neck.

“I would have wanted you to.”

“I didn’t know that.”

“So instead of taking the chance and asking how I felt,” Peter let his eyes fall down in between them, “you just decided you were going to force yourself to get over me with the nearest guy?”

“That’s not—!” Harry cut himself off, reaching a hand up to rub at his eyes before replacing it at Peter’s waist and turning his head away. “I really did like John. He’s a good guy, and he’s fun to be around, but—” he tilted his head slightly, watching Peter from the corner of his eye, “he’s not you.”

Peter’s heart did a flip inside his chest.

“Yeah?”

Harry sighed and closed his eyes, pulling away just enough to give them both their own space again.

“The truth is, I was scared, Pete.” He dipped his head again, eyes locked somewhere on the floor beside them. “I figured—whatever I was feeling—it was just me. I didn’t want to risk our friendship because I couldn’t stop wondering stupid things like what it would be like to kiss you.”

Peter smiled, lifting one hand to take Harry’s chin between his fingers and turn his face back towards him.

“Doesn’t seem so stupid now, does it?”

Harry’s eyes flickered over his face and he dipped his head, leaning back down into Peter’s space.

“No.”

“Well,” Peter teased, even as he tilted his head up in anticipation, “did I live up to the expectation?”

“Better,” Harry murmured.

Then their lips met and there were no more words to say.

#parksborn #msm #msm 2017 #marvels spider-man 2017 #penn writes #theres a joke in my friend group about John Jameson constantly getting cucked by spider-man because MJ leaves him for peter in the raimi #movies and then we came up with this whole thing about harry dating john only to break up with him for peter #honestly he deserves better sorry wolf man

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flowesona · 5 years ago

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The Fool - Yandere! Jungkook x reader

The Tarot Series

“Here, kitty cat.” Jungkook clicked his tongue, holding out his hand to the small creature curled up by the wall. The animal hissed, shrinking away.

The young boy huffed in frustration. If only the cat would come a bit closer he would be able to see the name-tag and find its phone number. But as soon as he had given up he got a new idea and rushed inside.

“Can I have some tuna?” He tugged at his mother’s skirt eagerly.

“Now, you shouldn’t eat between meals.” She frowned, ruffling his hair with one hand as she thumbed her book in the other.

“No, it’s for the cat! In the garden! He must be hungry!” Jungkook whined.

“Is it a stray? You shouldn’t play with it sweetie, it might be infested with fleas or-”

“No! I...I want to take care of h-him… he must be so scared…” Jungkook blubbered, eyes tearing up. His mother tutted in pity, wiping his eyes before walking over to one of the cupboards too high for Jungkook’s chubby hands to reach and finding the tin.

With a delightful treat for the cat Jungkook approaches it once more, holding the bowl out in front of him with his mother’s caution in mind. The cat was perfectly receptive of his offering and tucked in right away, giving Jungkook the slim opportunity to twist its collar around and peak at the name-tag. The series of numbers imprinted into the metal were just what he needed, yet there was no way a seven-year-old could remember such a pattern when he could barely count to 100.

Once the animal had finished its meal and was licking its lips, Jungkook lifted it up in his arms. There was a slight bit of hissing and some struggling but it was soon docile enough to be carried into their house.

“Jungkook, put that thing down!” His mother scolded, but he looked at her with such an intense stubbornness she didn’t try to snatch it away.

“There’s a phone number.” He showed her, still clutching the animal tightly to his chest.

Jungkook’s mother sighed before complacently picking up the phone.

*.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.*

“Eliza!” The young boy cringed at the shrill voice, as the cat he had rescued was scooped up into the arms of a girl of a similar age.

“Eliza? That’s his name?” Jungkook butted in the the sentimental moment.

“Don’t be silly. Eliza’s a girl.” The girl smiled, nuzzling her nose into the beloved pet’s head. In the background, an adult woman was feverishly thanking Jungkook’s mother.

“(Y/N) has been completely distraught. I thought after one day it would return, but after three I just told her that Eliza had passed on and we would buy her another, but she refused.” She explained, watching her daughter’s delighted expression.

“We owe really owe you. Anything we could possibly give you, please just say the word. Now come on, (Y/N).”

Jungkook sniffled as the happy family left. He felt empty, dragging his heels as he went to his bedroom. He wanted the happiness, the companionship that (Y/N) had with her cat. He was tired of being lonely. And with that in mind, he knew what he wanted.

*.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.*

The toy mouse was made out of felt and had no kind of embellishments but it was enough to keep Eliza entertained as Jungkook dangled it above her.

“Kids? I have some snacks!” (Y/N)’s mother placed the tray of milk and cookies next to the rug. Jungkook nodded politely but didn’t touch them, just watching Eliza. But he quickly grew bored, throwing the toy across the room as Eliza scarpered after it.

“It’s your turn to play now.” He said abruptly before picking up a cookie. Seeing her grumble and search for the discarded toy before fussing over her cat, Jungkook realised that observing was far more entertaining. Seeing the happiness on (Y/N)’s face, the mewls of Eliza was what delighted him. As if they were a happy family, like in one of his books.

“(Y/N)...” Jungkook started, shuffling closer on the carpet. “Do you think we can be friends?”

“As long as you stay clean.” (Y/N) wiped at the crumbs on the corner of his mouth with an embroidered handkerchief, tutting. “You can’t be my friend if you get crumbs all over the floor.”

“But we can be friends? And take care of each other and get married and live together?!” The excitement was uncontainable. Suddenly, Jungkook knew what he wanted to do in his future, and he couldn’t wait to grow up and live the perfect life.

(Y/N) paused, overwhelmed by his forwardness and all the foreign concepts but she nodded.

“Sure. Can I have the last cookie?” Jungkook eagerly nodded, pushing the plate towards her. He would always give her what she deserved.

*.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.*

“What do you think about him?” A fifteen-year-old (Y/N) sighed, flipping her screen around so her best friend could peer at the picture.

Jungkook wrinkled his nose.

“He’s ugly and probably riddled with diseases.” He said, lightly easing the phone out of her hands. “I’ll get him to back off for you.”

“No, don’t do that. I like him, he’s cute.” (Y/N) tried to steal her phone back, but he used his height advantage to hold it far above her head. Her teenage hormones and desire for a boyfriend spurred (Y/N) to jump up on her tiptoes trying desperately to salvage her change of a date, but she was no match for Jungkook, who was already typing a scathing reply with one hand, the other pushing (Y/N)’s head down.

Once he’d sent it, he dropped the phone in (Y/N)’s hands apathetically.

“I swear why do you always get in the way of me getting a boyfriend? You’re so annoying Jungkookie.” She pouted, scanning the message of rejection he’d sent.

“You don’t need a boyfriend. You have me.” Jungkook couldn’t help but be irritated at her attitude. After he’d put aside his desires to maintain their relationship, to hold up on his promise to stay clean and care for each other, the way that (Y/N) disregarded his feelings and commitment stung.

“That doesn’t count.” (Y/N) groaned, flopping onto the bed with one hand outstretched to stroke a disgruntled elderly Eliza. “I need a real boyfriend.”

“Why do you want a boyfriend when you have a husband?” Jungkook muttered rhetorically under his breath, a renewed sense of confidence building up in the fight to win his girl.

*.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.*

The old cat was happy enough chowing down on some sardines Jungkook had picked up from the convenience store, giving a happy purr as he ran a hand down her back. Despite the fight that the stubborn cat had put up in the first place, once food had been offered she was happy to stay with Jungkook for a while.

Finally, his phone started ringing. Once, and he let it go to voicemail. Then again, and after a few rings he picked up.

“Please, you have to help Jungkook, she’s gone missing, I don’t know where she’s wandered off to but it’s not safe, she could be hit by a car or worse-”

“Calm down, (Y/N). What happened?” Knowing full well that his plan was going just right, Jungkook was practically beaming.

“Eliza is gone, she’s not in any of her hiding spots, she’s not in our neighbour’s garden. Please, have you seen her?” (Y/N) wept, her heart pouring out over the phone line.

“I haven’t.” Jungkook answered simply, running a hand down Eliza’s tail as she stalked away from him to explore the rest of his bedroom.

“Can you help me find her? No matter the state she’s in, I just need to see her again.” (Y/N) begged. Jungkook could imagine the tears leaking from her beautiful eyes, yet he was silent for a moment, drawing out what he wanted from his girl. “I’ll owe you one. I swear, I’ll do anything if you can find her.”

Jungkook had to suppress his grin, standing up and reaching for the doorknob with one hand blocking Eliza from creeping out and blowing his cover.

“I’ll be there in two minutes.”

*.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.*

The search for (Y/N)’s cat had been, unsurprisingly, unsuccessful. After an hour of relentless calling and knocking on doors, they had retired to (Y/N)’s kitchen, with her mother providing the forlorn teenagers with a tray of home baked cookies.

(Y/N) didn’t even touch them, staring glumly ahead with her head resting on her arms. Meanwhile, her companion graciously reached out to accept the sugar boost.

“How’d you get that nasty scratch Jungkookie?” (Y/N) asked suddenly, as he followed her eyes to stare at the thin line running up his wrist. He cursed silently before an excuse popped into his head.

“I-I was moving some weeds to see if Eliza was hiding in my garden so I-I guess they scratched me.” The slight stutter panicked Jungkook, as he was now convinced it was only a matter of time before she found out his secret plan. “I need to go home, Mom is probably worried about me. I’ll try looking again later.”

With barely a farewell exchanged he had left the house and was walking back to his own, fear bubbling in his stomach. What if his mother had gone into his room and found Eliza, what if the cat had scratched all his belongings into oblivion, what if Eliza had actually died and he was going to break (Y/N)’s spirit rather than elate her?

With all the pondering in his head his pace quickened until he was at his home, dashing inside without greeting his mother and clambering up the stairs to burst into his room and find Eliza curled up on his bed, perfectly content. He breathed a deep sigh of relief before taking a seat next to the old animal on his bed.

“Are you ready to make (Y/N) the second happiest person in the world?” He asked rhetorically, scratching Eliza’s head affectionately. “I am.”

*.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.*

(Y/N) had been sat at her desk, staring at the wall instead of doing her homework, when her mother called her down, saying she had a visitor. She didn’t budge for a second.

“It’s someone you’ll want to see!” Her mother yelled, but (Y/N) still refused to leave her lethargic state.

There was some hushed whispering and the thump of clothed feet jogging up the stairs, before someone knocked at her door.

“Go away.” She groaned.

“(Y/N) I’m coming in.” Jungkook’s voice called out, before the door swung open.

“I’m not in the-” As she turned to face him, the sight of a bundle of fur in his arms elated her beyond belief.

“Oh my, oh, Eliza!” She instantly took the cat out of Jungkook’s arms and started cradling her in her own, despite the senior animal’s grunts. “Thank you so much Jungkookie, where on earth was she?”

“Hiding in a corner of my garden. I guess I missed her on my first look.” (Y/N) didn’t question his story for one second, instead choosing to cuddle her beloved companion to her chest.

“Eliza you must be starving! Here, you can get some food from Mommy.” She placed her cat on the ground for the first time since they’d been reunited, letting Eliza plod to the kitchen.

“Jungkookie I don’t know how I could ever repay you-”

“I do.” The fifteen-year-old had a cheeky grin on his face as he spoke all too quickly, his eyes sparkling. “I want a kiss.”

“A-a kiss? B-but it’ll be my first time!” Jungkook was jumping up and down with joy internally knowing that he would be her first.

“You said you would give me anything?” He pressed, and (Y/N) nodded courageously.

“O-okay.” She didn’t protest as he tilted her head so she could meet his lips, nor when he finally did the deed. He noted with delight that her lips were soft and tasted faintly of the comfort chocolate she kept stashed away in the bottom of her drawer. She was addictive, but he soon drew away. No doubt there would be more opportunities to kiss her than just this once; they had their whole life ahead of them, together.

“T-that was…” (Y/N) was at a loss for words.“Nice?”

Jungkook was a blushing mess when reality hit, that he had finally kissed the girl he was in love with, and that she liked it.

“C-Call me anytime you want to do it again.” He managed to say with some confidence to mask his giddy excitement.

All kinds of new plans were starting to unfold. He’d happily kidnap someone else close to her, even torture them, just to make her more grateful when they return. Eliza wouldn’t be around for much longer, but he had plenty of ideas on how to keep (Y/N) close to him, to reap her rewards until finally she could love him as his final reward.

#yandere kpop #kpop yandere #yandere bts #yandere x reader #yandere jungkook #yandere jungkook x reader #yandere jeon jeongguk #yandere jeon jungkook #the tarot series #yandere oneshot #jungkook x reader #bts jungkook #jeon jungkook #jeon jungkook x reader

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bytheangell · 4 years ago

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Go the Distance

( @shadowhunterbingo Square: Long Distance) (Reyhill, light angst, happy ending, canon compliant) (Read on AO3)

“It’ll be over before you know it,” Lorenzo says, trying to sound reassuring. “It’s only a month.”

Andrew, objectively, knows that a month really isn’t that much time in the grand scheme of things. He knows it’s practically the blink of an eye to an immortal. But when you’re still in a relatively new relationship, the idea of being apart for an entire month has a way of making itself feel like the end of the world.

“Yeah, I know,” Andrew says, trying not to make a huge deal out of it. “It isn’t like you can’t just portal back to visit, too. Or maybe I could come to visit you? I can see if Alec will shift my off days so I have a couple together,” he adds hopefully. At least, Andrew hopes he manages to keep his tone at ‘hopeful’ and not ‘desperate’, which is a line he’s afraid of crossing just then.

“Perhaps,” Lorenzo says. “It isn’t as if I’m on vacation there - I will be working most of the time, but I’m sure I can manage a bit of ‘off time’ as well,” he allows. Andrew wonders if he’s simply trying to keep his expectations realistic or if he’s trying to tell Andrew he’s totally fine with the time apart - maybe he even wants it.

Andrew tries not to overthink as he kisses Lorenzo goodbye.

---

Andrew does not succeed in his attempts to not overthink it. He tries to wait for Lorenzo to call him first because he doesn’t want to come across as clingy or needy - after all, Lorenzo doesn’t seem to have a problem at all with being away, and if he doesn’t then neither does Andrew. Or so he tries to convince himself.

Andrew makes it two days before he’s dialing Lorenzo’s number on his lunch break. It rings to voicemail. He tries again toward the end of his break and this time it goes straight to voicemail without ringing.

Andrew winces.

He gets a call back while out on patrol, and it takes all of his self-control not to answer it the moment he feels the phone vibrating in his pocket. Instead he sends a quick, ‘sorry, patrol’, and almost immediately gets a return ‘Of course, be safe, dear’. Sighing, Andrew pockets his phone again and finishes out the patrol.

He gets back at 2 am, which is 8 am in Spain, and tries again, stifling a yawn as Lorenzo picks up.

“Why are you not asleep?” Lorenzo says at the sound.

“Miss you, too,” Andrew says.

Lorenzo laughs. “Of course I miss you,” he says. “How was patrol?”

If Lorenzo is annoyed with him for calling twice earlier or only waiting a day and a half to call at all, he doesn’t show it. They chat for a little while - not nearly long enough, but Lorenzo has to go to meet his client and Andrew really should get some sleep - and hang up with the promise to talk again soon.

---

Soon ends up being the next day, which is wonderful… until that’s the last time Andrew hears from Lorenzo for the better part of a week.

He expects it, which makes the wait a little more tolerable. Lorenzo warned him that they had to make a trip to a particular subsection of ley lines located in a very remote area, and that most of his energy would be depleted from the spells they’d be performing there… but that doesn’t make Andrew worry less over the continued silence. Especially not imagining Lorenzo repeatedly draining himself somewhere he can’t call for help, magically or the mundane way.

“Everything alright?” Alec’s voice greets him, drawing his attention from his phone back to reality.

“How do you do it?” Andrew asks. Magnus is also in Spain, just for the week to help out with what Lorenzo described as a ‘gradual gathering of magic’, some rituals performed daily along with very intricate potion brewing.

“Do what?” Alec frowns.

“How do you deal with not hearing from him, given...” Andrew motions vaguely around him, not quite willing to vocalize the concept of their lives being dangerous and literally life-threatening on a daily basis sometimes.

“It sucks,” Alec says honestly. “But it’s part of our lives. Sometimes we get called away for longer missions or trips to Idris, too. The portals help, when they can, but sometimes you just have to wait it out and know that as much as you’ll always do everything in your power to come home safe to him, he’ll do the same for you.”

It’s spoken like someone who gives themself this particular pep talk pretty frequently… Andrew wonders how many times he can go through this, and surprises himself when he immediately thinks ‘however many I have to’ in response.

---

It’s a long six days, but finally, Andrew’s phone rings and Lorenzo’s name flashes across the screen, bringing an immediate smile of relief to his face.

“Ren,” Andrew says, sure the smile can be heard in his tone.

“Andrew,” Lorenzo’s voice greets him. He sounds exhausted.

“How are you doing?” Andrew asks, hoping Lorenzo will supply the information without him fishing for it, or implying that his boyfriend sounds awful. Andrew knows how poorly that goes over with Lorenzo after making the mistake once before of telling the warlock he looked tired. Andrew definitely doesn’t want a repeat of those defensive reactions right now.

“I’ve been better,” Lorenzo admits, and Andrew feels an immediate pang of concern, made worse by the fact that he isn’t there to help - or at least to insist Lorenzo rest properly. “But I’ll survive. Nothing a good day of recharging won’t solve.”

“Is that what you’re doing today? Actually resting?” Andrew sounds dubious.

The sound of Lorenzo laughing lightly eases some of Andrew’s concern that he’s downplaying how he feels.

“Yes. And if you talk to Alec, don’t let Magnus take all the glory for a successful first round of spells. He seems to think he was the only one holding that connection together,” Lorenzo huffs.

“We both know you were invited first for a reason,” Andrew is quick to stand by Lorenzo and is rewarded with another laugh.

“Precisely,” Lorenzo agrees.

“Well, I don’t want to hold you up from resting,” Andrew says. Hanging up is the last thing he wants to do just then, but he should give Lorenzo time to actually recover and not keep him awake talking.

“Oh, yes, of course,” Lorenzo says, and even though something sounds off Andrew just writes it off as the exhaustion. “Talk to you later, then.”

The line disconnects and Andrew fights the urge to change his mind and call Lorenzo back, reluctantly turning back to the monitors in front of him.

---

Andrew gets a few days of short text replies after that. He can tell something is wrong, but every time he tries to bring it up Lorenzo changes the subject. Worrying that he’s being too much of a bother while Lorenzo is, technically, working, Andrew decides to play it safe and stop texting first altogether.

Which doesn’t work as well as he hopes when it results in no communication at all.

It doesn’t take long for his thoughts to jump to every worst-case scenario, always coming back to the idea that Lorenzo simply isn’t as invested in them as Andrew is. Maybe they were something convenient here, while they were in such close proximity, but now that they’re apart and things take a little extra effort… maybe Andrew isn’t worth that.

The idea of this being something far more casual for the Warlock than it is for him hits Andrew hard, but he isn’t about to go out without a fight.

Andrew calls Lorenzo and doesn’t realize how much he expected the call to be ignored until he feels the surprise at hearing Lorenzo’s voice answer on the other end. There are a few minutes of small talk while Andrew works up the nerve to say what he called for - to tell Lorenzo how much he misses him and see if there’s any way they can meet up, even just for an hour, when Lorenzo asks him first.

“There’s something of a party this week, a few of the local warlocks and fae will be attending, some old friends from when I used to live here… if you’re free, you’re more than welcome to come,” Lorenzo offers.

“I’d love to,” Andrew agrees, almost before the offer is fully extended. “I was just thinking of ways we could get together, so this is perfect.”

“I’ll text you the details. I have to run, but I’m looking forward to having you join me. Oh, and don’t worry about what to wear - I’ve seen quite a few suits here I thought you’d look stunning in, now I have an excuse to get you one.”

Lorenzo is consistently trying to treat him to things - clothing, jewelry, artwork, single meals that are somehow the same price as Andrew’s entire month of groceries - and Andrew usually manages to stop the worst of it from happening. There isn’t much he can do to stop Lorenzo from buying him things half a world away, however.

“Lorenzo, I have perfectly good suits here, you really don’t-”

The line goes dead and Andrew shakes his head at the now silent phone in his hand.

If it means getting to see Lorenzo again sooner rather than later, Andrew is more than willing to suffer a much-too-fancy suit.

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“I missed you so much,” Andrew says, melting into Lorenzo’s embrace the moment he steps out of the portal.

“I’ve missed you, too,” Lorenzo replies, his arms pulling Andrew in a little tighter before stepping away. Andrew notices they aren’t alone in the room - there are two others sitting on the other side of the room at a table. Hesitating, Andrew leans in and steals the briefest of kisses in greeting, unsure of the company they’re in but unable to not kiss his boyfriend after being apart for the better part of the month.

Lorenzo smiles into the brief kiss but doesn’t move for a second.

“Come, I want you to meet some of my oldest friends, then we really should get dressed for the party,” Lorenzo says, pulling Andrew along toward the men in the corner.

Andrew does his best to relax - this is a social gathering, after all, despite the presence of more Downworlders than he’s ever been in the same room as before outside of official Clave business. There are many introductions, and with each new name and face he feels a little more overwhelmed.

He isn’t sure what he expected, but he has such little time with Lorenzo to himself. Instead, Andrew stands beside him, and a little behind, and barely says a word. No one, including Lorenzo, seems to notice or mind. Lorenzo is full of loud laughter and animated reminiscing over adventures during times Andrew only knows from history books. Everyone here seems to know Lorenzo and he’s constantly surrounded by a small cluster of warlocks and fae.

Andrew is aware he’s the only Shadowhunter here, especially when every Downworlder eyes Andrew warily. He can’t particularly blame them, but it doesn’t do wonders for making him feel welcomed. It gets to the point that with every concerned look he gets, Andrew fades more into the background, hands instinctively clasped behind him while he watches rather than partakes in any proper socializing.

It’s barely over an hour into the evening that Andrew excuses himself to go outside for a moment. He isn’t even sure Lorenzo notices his departure, but a few minutes later hears the sound of a door closing behind him and feels a familiar presence by his side.

“Is everything alright?” Lorenzo asks, his hand coming up to rest on the small of Andrew’s back.

A part of him wants to say yes, and dismiss every concern he has, but that isn’t fair to either of them.

“I shouldn’t be here,” Andrew says finally.

“I was afraid of this,” Lorenzo sighs. “I thought something was off when we spoke… from how quick you were to get rid of me on the phone last week, and then the days without talking…”

Andrew frowns. “What?”

“I was worried being apart for so long early on would be too much strain. I was right. It’s alright, Andrew. I’m hundreds of years old, I can handle a break-up-”

“I don’t want to break up with you,” Andrew says, brows furrowed in confusion. “I thought you wanted to break up with me. I felt like every time I called you I was bothering you, so I waited until you called first, and when you never did I just assumed you didn’t care if you heard from me or not.”

“That’s ridiculous,” Lorenzo scoffs.

“And in there, I can tell I’m making people a little anxious. And you have so many friends, and they all know you better than me, and honestly, they all seemed like much better company. I can’t imagine why you’d want me around to ruin that when I clearly don’t fit in here,” Andrew adds, because if he doesn’t get it all out now then he never will.

“No time spent with you is ruined,” Lorenzo says. “I’m sorry you felt like that. I should’ve taken it into consideration, but I was so eager to have you along I didn’t think of the other company.” Lorenzo frowns. “I’d much rather be speaking with you than any of them, I promise. In fact…” Lorenzo glances at his watch. “I think it’s time I make our excuses, and we retire for the night. Just the two of us.”

“But the party-”

“I have something far more important than a party to attend to,” Lorenzo insists. “We should go and talk.”

“What if we stay for another hour, then leave?” Andrew offers. “I’d like to try this again, but properly this time. I may have written off the night prematurely.”

They both have a bit of work to do on communication, but Andrew is just as guilty for making unspoken assumptions as Lorenzo. For now, at least, Andrew can start with going into this evening with a more open mind.

Lorenzo smiles. “Alright. If you’re certain?”

Andrew realizes he’s suddenly pretty certain about a lot of things - not the least of which is the distance he’s willing to go to make sure this relationship works. It helps to know Lorenzo is in it with him to meet him halfway.

“I am,” Andrew confirms, as Lorenzo takes him by the arm and leads him back inside.

#reyhill #andrew underhill #lorenzo rey #shadowhunters #hmdiscord #been a hot second since I wrote these two in something a bit longer #i know i hit them during the flufftober rounds but this was fun!#also eyyyy another double fic day #long post #elle writes a few deadbeat lines

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“Can you stop leaving your underwear all over the fucking floor?” she asked him, walking past a pair for the third time today. “Don’t tell me what to do with my clothes when your underwear is laying on the floor in your bedroom,” Jaehyun spoke, not missing a beat since she chided. “That’s extremely violating. Not only did you look into my room without my permission, but you also stared at my underwear. Thanks, pig,” she rolled her eyes, heading to the bathroom. “Ouch, tiger, that one hurt me,” his words dripping with sarcasm as he observed the contents of his wardrobe. “If you didn’t leave your door open all the time, I wouldn’t even be able to see inside.” She scoffed, “that’s not an invitation to pull a Peeping Tom, you pig,” she hissed, putting on her jeans. “Well gee, it sure is an invitation whenever you bring guys and girls over.” “Look at you, acting like you wouldn’t tidy up the moment you planned to have a girl over. Or a guy. You do you.” “I don’t have time for this,” he sighed, pulling on his shoes. “Where do you think you’re going? We’ve got an inspection tomorrow and, as I mentioned before, your shit is everywhere,” she tied her shoelaces. “On a date, tiger. If you care so much, why don’t you come along-” “Okay.” He froze, slightly taken aback by her instantaneous reply. “Don’t back out on your word now, pig. I’ll surely tell your date all about the kind of guy you are at home,” she grabbed his keys and was already out the door, seating herself in the passenger seat. “Oh, so tiger wants to play?” he muttered to himself. “Fine then, let’s play.”

Sending a quick text off before exiting their shared flat, he got into the driver’s seat. The drive started quietly before Y/n thought of something she could say to rile him up. “Whatever happened to Miss Red Lingerie?” she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. “What? Why were you in my room?” He said, almost turning around to look at her disapprovingly, before remembering he was driving. “I’d assumed you were soulmates, the way she left her underwear lying around,” she continued, leaving his question unanswered. Jaehyun scoffed, tongue in cheek as he brushed off her comment. “So, where’d you meet them this time? In an alleyway? At that run-down club, you still go to? Or was it a basement party?” Jaehyun huffed and smirked, “at a concert, ever had enough money to be at one?” he shoots back, catching Y/n off guard at first. “No, unfortunately. It costs a lot to put up with your bullshit,” she quipped, and the man next to her rolled his eyes. “Honestly, I can’t believe how people still want to go on dates with you-” Jaehyun purposely slammed the brakes, watching Y/n lurch forward. “We’re here,” he says, throwing her a million-dollar smile before exiting the car. “Asshole.”

“Jaehyun!” Y/n’s head turns to see a tall man approach her and her roommate, “Johnny!” Jaehyun greets back, meeting the man halfway with a hug. “Oh, who’s this?” The man, presumably named Johnny, asked. He slowly looked her up and down. “Babe, this is my roommate, Y/n. She was curious about who I was meeting so I invited her along.” “It’s nice to meet you,” Johnny smiles. Y/n’s neck was craned up to meet his eyes. “He’s so tall,” she thought “and hot as fuck. If he liked girls I might be tempted to steal him from Jaehyun-” “Tiger? Are you listening?” Jaehyun’s voice, disrupting her thoughts. “Johnny asked if you wanted to come inside with us,” Jaehyun rolled his eyes. “Uhhh… no it’s okay. I’ll just use the bathroom and go,” she gives Johnny a small smile. The taller man kissed her roommate’s cheek, walking hand-in-hand into the cafe.

Y/n walked through the small cafe, noticing the hanging flower baskets and soft light fixtures. She turned back, watching Jaehyun and Johnny laugh. “Oh well, if they enjoy each other’s company-” “SHIT!” Y/n felt the hot liquid spilling down her shirt, feeling it become sticky. She reacted quickly, catching the cup that fell off the tray before it could touch the ground. “Oh, I’m so sorry, Miss. I wasn’t paying attention and I-” “It’s okay, I wasn’t watching where I was going either,” Y/n cut off the barista, absentmindedly handing him the cup. “You look kind of familiar,” the barista voiced, handing her paper towels, while she didn’t even spare him a glance. “He sounds familiar,” her thoughts rang in her head as she looked around the cafe, no one taking any notice of the small collision. “Y/n?” She turned towards the voice, meeting a pair of brown eyes she hadn’t seen for years. The barista smiled warmly at her, and she recognized him instantly “Mark Lee... Since when did you start working here?” she asked, remembering him as the clumsy boy she had met when she was fifteen. “I moved back about 2 months ago, so I started working here as soon as. It’s conveniently close to my apartment block,” he answered, pointing to a complex across the street. “Why is everyone so tall? His shoulders look much wider and his baby cheeks are gone. Then again, what did I expect?” A small silence fell between them both before Mark remembered why they were both in this situation. “Oh, I’ve got a spare shirt if you wanna change out of that one. It’s in the backroom,” He rubbed the back of his neck. “If it’s not too much trouble, please,” Y/n answered, clasping her hands together.

Y/n came out of the bathroom, feeling much cleaner in the black shirt she had been given. She looked around the cafe for Jaehyun, seeing Johnny and him still sitting at their table. “Comfortable?” She turned towards Mark, who had changed out of his apron and into more casual clothes. “I’m assuming this means you’ve finished your shift?” she asked. He nodded, “I’m heading out to get something to eat if you want to come. I don’t think you even ordered anything from the cafe and it’d be a great chance to catch up-” “You don’t have to make excuses to have dinner with me, Markus,” she joked. “I’d love to go eat with you regardless.” “You wish I’d make excuses to hang out with you,” he laughed, the two of them walking side by side out of the cafe.

“So what’s with you and your roommate? Why am I currently pretending to be your boyfriend?” Johnny asked, taking a sip of his coffee. “To annoy her,” he answered matter-of-factly. “What? To make her jealous or something?” Jaehyun laughed at the idea, “And why would I need to make her jealous?” “The sexual tension is astronomical,” Johnny shrugged his shoulders. “What sexual tension? The sexual tension falling out of your ass?” Jaehyun ignored the possibility of having feelings for her. “I mean look at you, Jaehyun. You have a pet name for her. You make every effort to rile her up, including getting me to play into whatever the fuck this is. You keep glancing around for her, and you wanna tell me there’s no sexual tension there?” Johnny chuckled at his obliviousness. “What a Valentine boy you are.” Jaehyun checked his phone again, no texts. “Even checking for her texts I see,” Johnny side-eyed him, taking another sip from his cup. “Piss off, I’m checking the time,” he lied, deciding to text her himself.

Where are you?

Sent: 7:32 pm

“Shut up, I hate you,” she laughed, punching him in the shoulder. “Still punch hard I see,” Mark rubbed his arm. “How come you were in the cafe today?” he asked, taking a swig of soju. “My roommate came in on a date with his boyfriend, so I came in to use the bathroom,” Y/n answered. He laughed at her answer, “why did you come with your roommate on their date?” “Because he invited me” she replies, shrugging. “Well, you and your roommate are both strange then.” “How so?” “Why would your roommate invite you to his date if he didn’t have to and why would you go, you idiot,” he giggles. “I’ll punch you again I swear to-” Her phone pings, Mark shielding his head with his arms, and she pulls it out of her pocket. “You okay?” The boy across from her asks, seeing her pause upon opening her phone. “Yeah, just an Instagram notif,” she replies, locking her phone and slipping it back into her pocket.

Where are you?

Sent: 7:32 pm

Seen: 7:34 pm

Jaehyun furrows his brow, upon opening his messages. Being met with the word ‘seen’ wasn’t exactly what he was expecting. “What’s wrong? Hasn’t your girl texted?” Johnny teases. “She’s not my girl,” he answers before texting her again.

I know you’re getting my messages.

Are you at home?

Sent: 7:41 pm

Mark throws his head back in laughter, Y/n doing the same, attracting the eyes of by-passers in the process. “Dude shut UP!” Mark giggles, smacking the wooden table they were seated at. “ It’s not my fault! You’re the idiot who put water in the oil can!” Y/n laughs, causing Mark to crack up. Narrowing her eyes at Mark, her thoughts were interrupted again by a ping from her phone.

I know you’re getting my messages.

Are you at home?

Sent: 7:41 pm

I’m out with a friend

Sent: 7:46 pm

“Who keeps texting you?” Mark asked her, mouth half-full of ramen. Y/n grimaces at her friend, “roommate, and don’t talk with your mouth full, idiot.” Mark grins, his cheeks jutting out because of the food. “Pfft, you look like a demented chipmunk,” the girl laughs, and Mark throws her the finger.

Jaehyun checks his phone again, concealing the small smile he had, seeing that she had replied. “Oh, Valentine boy? Do you think you can hide that smile from me?” Johnny mocks. “I didn’t smile.” “Yes, you did.” Brushing off the taller man’s comment, he smirked as he thought of a reply.

I know you’re getting my messages.

Are you at home?

Sent: 7:41 pm

I’m out with a friend

Sent: 7:46 pm

You have friends?

Sent: 7:50 pm

“Bitch,” she mumbled under her breath, smiling as she thought of her reply. “Smiling at our phone now, are we? Who’s the lucky guy?” Mark questioned, giving her a look. “Fuck off, it’s my roommate being an ass,” she answered, fingers moving quickly across her keyboard

You have friends?

Sent: 7:50 pm

Do you have friends?

You’re replying very quickly

for someone who doesn’t have

time to care about me

Sent: 7:56 pm

Ten minutes passed, Y/n found herself unconsciously awaiting that ping. It didn’t come.

Seen: 7:57 pm

“Hey, I’m in the mood for ice cream. There’s a cute little ice cream store across from my flat,” she brought up, getting up from her seat. “As long as it’s your treat,” he smiled, wrapping his arm around her shoulder.

Jaehyun heard his phone, smirking and expecting a witty reply. While it was indeed witty, her words stirred up thoughts inside his head. The smirk fell, and Johnny noticed the small change in Jaehyun’s demeanor. “Jae?” He avoided Johnny’s eyes. Johnny furrowed his eyebrows, “What did she say?” he thought. “You in the mood for ice cream?” Jaehyun asked him, his million-dollar smile reappearing. “Why not?” Johnny replied, choosing not to bring the change in his behavior up.

“Mark, I cannot deal with you!” Y/n yells at her friend on the street. “What?” he laughs. “That’s the seventh pole you’ve knocked into! You’re still that clumsy 14-year-old I met in the park,” she laughs, smacking her palm onto her forehead. “No, I’m not! I’m 22 this year!” he shouts, and Y/n huffs, “hurry up, moron, ice cream shop is just a few stores down.”

“You’re dating who!?” Jaehyun asks again, looking at his friend with wide eyes. “Ten, the one who takes dance classes with Jimin,” Johnny confirms, opening the door to the ice cream shop, and walking in. Jaehyun follows him in, “isn’t he from Thailand?” he asks, eyes scanning the room and landing on a particular pair of people. “Yeah, why- Jae where are you going?” Johnny’s voice goes unnoticed by the other man as he walks over.

“Honestly, Jaehyun, you’re so stupid-” “Y/n?” Y/n turns her head to find Jaehyun towering over her, eyes boring into hers. “Has he always been this tall? His eyes… they look so- snap out of it.” She’s brought back to reality from her thoughts, her ice cream starting to drip down her wrists. Mark returns, handing her a napkin before noticing the two other males’ presence. “Uhhh… hello?” Mark shyly waves, receiving one back from Johnny. “Sup, little dude” Johnny greets, and Mark laughs at the nickname, “sup, man.” “There’s a park nearby, we should all go for a walk,” Johnny suggests. “Sure,” Y/n answers, speaking for the first time since the unplanned encounter.

They all stepped out into the cold breeze. Y/n, instinctively shivering at the cold wind’s touch. Mark handed her his jacket wrapping it around her shoulder. It was obvious, the way Jaehyun eyed the jacket resting on her shoulders. Johnny coughed in an attempt to ease the tension. “So how long have you known Y/n?” he asked. “We met when I was 14, but I moved away when I was 17. I moved back about two months ago,” he explained. “If Y/n hadn’t come to the cafe today, I probably wouldn’t even have known we lived so close to each other,” he answered, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. Jaehyun knew he shouldn’t have, but he wished he had never invited you on his ‘date.’ Maybe if he hadn’t, you wouldn’t be smiling with Mark, and he wouldn’t be feeling unfamiliar pains in his chest. Y/n laughed, “back then you were much shorter, and dumber- although, you’re still very dumb.” Mark flipped her off and Johnny laughed along. The next 20 minutes were filled with laughter and jokes from Johnny and Mark, who had seemingly created a great friendship with the tall man. Jaehyun attentively watched the genuine laughter spilling from Y/n’s lips at the other two’s jokes. The night eventually grew darker, all of them deciding to part ways.

The keys jangled as Jaehyun unlocked the door, letting Y/n first. He may have been an asshole, but ever the gentleman. Y/n nods in acknowledgement, walking into the apartment. He sits down on the couch, immediately pulling out his phone. Taking off the coat she was wearing, she remembered she had forgotten to give it back to Mark. He side-eyed her, quickly looking away when she turned her head towards him. However, not quickly enough, Y/n caught his eyes for a split second. “You were awfully quiet tonight,” she spoke, taking off her shoes. “I would’ve thought having Johnny around would bring more out of you.” Jaehyun put his phone down, “Do you like Mark?” Y/n froze, taken aback by his forwardness. “Why?” she asked hesitantly. “Do you?” he asked again, his voice soft and almost inaudible. She sensed he wouldn’t be in the mood for her to rile him up. “No. I don’t like Mark that way,” she answered. Her thoughts were racing, “would you be jealous of him if I said that I did?” untying her shoelaces. A genuine question, she didn’t dare to turn around, for fear she would meet his eyes. He silently stepped towards her, so silently that she didn’t realize how close they were till, refusing to follow her instincts, she turned around. “And if I said I would be?” Y/n stood there, staring into his eyes, flustered at the answer he gave her. His hand reached down to the hem of her shirt, the one Mark had given her. “Is this his?” he asked, voice still soft. “Yes, so?” she answered, her words almost getting caught in her throat. “If you like wearing guys’ shirts so much, you should ask me. I’ll give you one of mine,” he smirked down at her, taking a step closer if it was even possible to be any closer. She laughed, rolling her eyes, “There’s enough of them on the floor, I wouldn’t need to ask you.” “Are you saying you want to wear one of my shirts?” he looked at her, eyebrows raised. “I’m saying,” she pulled him closer till their noses almost touched, “I’m saying I want you... to pick up your fucking clothes before the inspection tomorrow,” She shoved him away, walking to her room and locking herself inside.

“Why is my heart beating so fast? Stop pulsing so much. I’d rather die than have my chest going crazy. Over someone like him especially. Am I dying?” She lay on her bed. Her head was clouded over thoughts. “How am I supposed to get this shit out of my head?” Y/n pulled out her phone. “This motherfucker better be up.”

Good morning, fool

Sent: 12:26 am

Noting the time, she didn’t expect to get a reply back. This is why she almost fell off her bed when she heard her phone ping, her ringtone on its highest volume.

Good morning, fool

Sent: 12:26 am

We literally saw each other

yesterday. Miss me that much

already?

Sent: 12:31 am

Y/n laughed. “You think you’re funny?” she spoke aloud to no one but her walls.

Up for a walk in the

park? You know which one

I mean

Sent: 12:34 am

At midnight? You’re a psycho, Y/n

Sent: 12:38 am

An expected answer. It was wishful thinking for her to think he’d be up for a walk at this hour. She’d just have to find another way to vent. Lying on her bed, she sighed, before hearing an unexpected ping.

I’ll be there in 10

Sent: 12:45 am

Smiling at her phone, she came out of her room. She noticed the absence of clothes littering the hallway floor. She walked to Jaehyun’s room, letting him know that she was going out, but noticed he was absent as well. Putting on Mark’s coat, she left their flat, walking to that familiar park.

“Hey there, bean pole,” Y/n joked, punching his shoulder. “Hey there, chickpea,” Mark answered, rubbing his shoulder once again. “What’d you want to talk about?” he asks, starting to walk along the path. “So, hypothetically speaking,” she starts. “Let’s just say there’s a certain person, and you hate them so much. It’s like every little thing they do is an attempt to rile you up.” Mark nods along, “That’s a mouthful but continue.” “This certain person suddenly does and says something that makes your stomach hurt, and you can’t seem to get them out of your head. Why can’t you get them out of your head?” she finishes, looking to Mark for an answer. “I’d say that means… that you have feelings for your roommate?” “Who said it was about him?” “Who else could it be, Y/n?” he asked her, it was the most obvious thing. “He’s the only other person you’ve talked to the whole night,” he said, flicking her forehead. “I talked to Johnny last night,” she said, attempting to make a point. Said point was immediately shut down by Mark’s logic, “you don’t hate Johnny, though.” “I was hypothetically speaking.” “Hypothetically speaking, you have feelings for Jaehyun,” he said, once again, giving her a look. “Even if I was talking about Jaehyun, what makes you think I have feelings for him? I told you he made my stomach hurt,” she said, denying. “Yeah, dumbass, those are butterflies. Butterflies aside, you kept smiling at your phone while we were eating and you know so much about him.” “Because I hate everything about him-” “No, it’s because you care about him,” he cut you off. “What am I supposed to do then if I ‘hypothetically’ have feelings for him?” “Depends on what made your stomach sore?” “He asked me if I had feelings for you and I asked if he would be jealous and then he asked me what I’d do if he was and then he invaded my personal space and then-” “Woah, slow down. Judging by what you’ve already told me, you should just talk to him about it,” Mark offered his advice. “Terrible advice, I can’t do that.” “Oh I’m sure you can,” he smirked. He held your phone in his hand, showing you a text that had already been sent and read.

Meet me at the bridge in

the park

Sent: 1:11 am

On my way

Sent: 1:11 am

“Good evening, hopelessness,” Johnny greeted the younger male. “Shut it,” Jaehyun grumbled. “What happened?” “I don’t know…” Truthfully, Jaehyun didn’t know. He didn’t know whether you had feelings for him, he didn’t know whether he had feelings for you, and he most certainly didn’t know what he should do. “Do you have feelings for her?” “I already told you that I don’t,” he lied. “Are you kidding? You don’t even look like you believe yourself,” Johnny scoffed. “Look, Jaehyun, it has been a day. In the space of one day, you have texted her to check on her, you have teased her and you have sent the most jealous look I have ever seen to Mark because of her. Whether you realize it or not, you have a huge crush on her, dude,” Johnny finished. He turned to Jaehyun, searching his face for a reaction. “What do I do about it?” he asked. “Talk to her, idiot.” Jaehyun brushed his hands through his hair in frustration. “After what I pulled before I’m sure she doesn’t want to talk to me.” Johnny laughed, “I wouldn’t be so sure.” In his hands he held Jaehyun’s phone, an opportunistic text showing. Snatching it from Johnny’s hands, he sent a quick reply before running towards the park bridge. “Gee, thanks,” Johnny spoke to himself, as he watched Jaehyun run off.

“Y/n.” His deep voice resonated through her ears. “Well, you look like you’ve been running.” She noticed his deep breathing. “I was already in the park talking to a friend.” “Same.” He stepped closer to her. “You sure like invading my personal space, don’t you?” she asked, looking into his eyes. “You never seem to tell me to stop,” he countered. “So…” “So…” She had never noticed before, but his eyes were beautiful. If it wasn’t for the fact you were in the middle of a conversation, she would’ve happily gotten lost in them. “I assume we were both talking about the same things with our friends,” he looked down. “If you were talking about our feelings for each other, then you’d be correct,” she quietly laughed. “Our feelings for each other? Does that mean you have feelings for me too?” his eyes were wide and hopeful. Grabbing onto the hand resting by his side Y/n nodded, “I guess so.” “This would’ve been a lot easier if you had just admitted that you wanted me earlier,” The cockier side of him returned. “Don’t talk about me wanting you, when you were so jealous of Mark. If looks could kill…” she joked. “An eventful day for us, don’t you think-” Y/n was cut off, soft lips pressing against hers. “Wow, kissing you is better than I imagined,” Jaehyun’s dimples appeared. “You imagined kissing me- whatever. Jung Jaehyun, we’re in public. I would prefer if you didn’t-” Another kiss. She slapped his shoulder and he simply responded with her favourite million-dollar smile. Little did they know, those ‘friends’ of theirs watched from a distance, fist-bumping and coming up with several ways to tease them.

(a/n - sorry for the trash ending I literally had no idea how they were gonna end up together so fast escalations were my go to lmao)

- 𝕯𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖔𝖓 𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖓 ⚡

#jung jaehyun #NCT #nct jaehyun #NCT 127 #nct u #kpop angst #kpop fic #kpop fanfic #nct fanfic

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