#except not sorry. you will see more of him

[prettyboykatsuki]

keel | sylus (qin che)

♡ tags ; afab + fem!reader, gendered language (good girl, sweet girl) , the use of kitten like one time, praise kink heavy, domestic sex, unprotected sex, fingering, loverboy sylus, 18+

♡ wc ; 1.8k

♡ a/n ; stuck in my bkg draft so i tried my hand at sylus. not sure how i did im sorry sylus fans </3 pls forgive me if the characterization isn't up to par.

♡ synopsis ; sylus likes fueling your praise kink when the mood strikes.

It's easy to miss the way Sylus is sweet on you.

He does that on purpose. It's a secret. One he promises to keep tucked between the creased edges of his longing. No one knows the depth of his affection, the weight of it, the truth of of it—except Sylus alone.

There is a laundry list of reasons it's like this. Filled with calculated consideration and logical outcomes.

Less reasonably but more truthfully - it's also in his nature. Dragons are known for hoarding their precious belongings.

What could be more precious, more worthy of guard than his love for you?

He doesn't even think he's all that good at hiding it, truthfully. If you catch him at the right time- you'd see it written all over his face. Etched into his features, in the sway of every motion and lasting seconds of every glance.

Of all people, you seem to know the least how much Sylus utterly adores you. At least, you pretend that's the case.

He can't be entirely sure why that is. Or rather—he isn't sure why it's like that even now. Your first reactions to him were warranted, he knows that.

But it's different now. Most of your misunderstandings resolved and your disagreements settled—even without the memories of past, you should know it clearly, right? How much he adores you?

You do know. You can't not know. Not with the way Sylus treats you.

It's almost like you want to avoid the subject all together. Like you're trying not to linger on it too long, or think about it too hard - afraid of what will happen if you do. Each time Sylus makes you face it, you turn away—chin tucked, eyes screwed close, embarrassed. As if the very presence of his love for you is enough to make your face burn. It threatens to swallow you up.

If he didn't find it so horribly loveable, he might venture to call it troublesome.

He likes it about you though, like he likes everything else about you.

Sylus likes to meet you where you are. Where you're sarcastic and easily frustrated, he's patronizing and relaxed. Knowing you get shy so easily when his affection is more overt, he'll push but never far enough to really upset you. He treads carefully, rides the line until you come to him willingly. Always asks, always waits. He's patient like that, especially with you.

Sylus likes crooning about you being catlike - but there's truth in it. It's part of why he's good at handling you. Just like he knows not to move when a cat settles in his lap, Sylus knows not to push you by coming onto strong when you're not asking for it.

(It gives him the same feeling of accomplishment when you come to him first.)

It's rare that Sylus gets to spoil you for all the reasons above.

Spoil you in the overbearing, affectionate sense at least. He usually curbs that desire through spending money on you - but there's something more he's after.

When you come to him wanting it—there's not a single part of him that thinks of refusing. He couldn't even if he tried.

That's why, when you come barreling down his bedroom door and demanding to be fucked - Sylus can only really think to be amused.

You're feeling lazy, and somewhat bold. It's a good deal for him, anyhow.

A single hand cups the back of your thighs as you stand on your knees - straddling Sylus with your hands resting at his at his shoulders. Sylus presses his forehead just underneath your sternum as his other hand focuses on stretching you out.

You let out a soft breath as Sylus scissors his fingers open inside of you. You feel warm around him, wet and slick and inviting. It makes his cock twitch, almost guilty with his desire.

"Feeling alright, sweetheart?"

You open your eyes and look down at Sylus. He smiles at you, head tilted as you frown at him. "I'm fine. But you're taking too long. Want you to—"

"I like letting you have your way but I'm afraid I won't budge on this one," Sylus says, cooing. He presses a chaste kiss to your stomach, adding another finger inside of you. You whine audibly, knees weakening in his grasp. Sylus laughs.

"Awfully worked up today aren't you, kitten?"

"So what if I am?" You spit with familiar hostility he's come to love.

"Now, now - I didn't say it was bad, so don't be that way, hm? You were being so sweet a second ago,"

"I'm always sweet," You say plainly. Sylus laughs harder than he should, and you glare at him with a pronounced frown.

His eyes twinkle with amusement. "That so?"

Your frown deepens. "Yeah."

Your reply comes out firm in a way that makes his chest tight. He stares up at you bemused. "Sure, then. Is there any reason my sweet girl is in particular mood?"

You clench down on his fingers. His brows raise, the grip on his shoulders getting tighter.

"Don't say anything," You hiss. He shrugs.

"There's no shame in it," Sylus says smoothly. "If there's anything you want, you just have to ask. No need for your pride to get in the way, right?"

Your face twists. It's cute, watching you go back and forth - more with yourself than anyone else. You let out a frustrated groan.

"Just—"

"Just what? Will you really be satisfied if I just fuck you?" Sylus purrs, curling his fingers up towards your g-spot with a deliberate control. You gasp as you tighten around him, growing wetter. He feels you go weak in his grasp, smiling as your eyes roll back. "What you really want to hear is how good you are for me, right?"

Your pussy flutters around his fingers again, an involuntary reaction - soft whimpering leaving your mouth. How unusual. How uncharacteristic of you to be so docile towards him, or about him - so openly lusting after such an affectionate sort of attention.

"Be a good girl and ask me to spoil you,"

Your eyes widen. "That's humiliating—,"

Sylus quirks his brow. "So you won't be good for me?"

Your face contorts again. So cute, he thinks. He can see all the gears turn in your head as you sigh. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, your voice next to his ear - muffled by his shoulder as you bury your nose against his neck.

"Spoil me," You say, half-demanding. Mostly just needy in a way that makes his skin prickle with heat. "I want you to spoil me,"

Sylus laughs deeply. He can't help it. It's a heavy sound. You hit him when he does, clawing at his shoulders. There's no malice to his laughter though, though. Just a sort of disbelief of how deep his affection can run for you. Like just when he thinks it can't run any deeper, it does.

"You did well, hm?" Sylus hums. It comes easily. He's just voicing what feels like his thoughts are most of the time. "Good job, kitten. Should I give you something in return of your hard work?"

You nod into his shoulder. Sylus feels all the lovesickness in his body jolt, cock going stiff at the innocent gesture. He breathes out.

"Here," He pulls his fingers out from you, relishing the way you hiccup from loss of contact. He strokes his cock with sticky fingers - painfully hard before grabbing your hips and settling your weight of his lap.

You lean down to kiss him and Sylus meets you - a soft tongue kiss and gentle reminder that he's here. You linger there longer than he expects you to, but finds himself eager to stay. When he finally pulls away, he turns his attention back onto your pussy.

He admires your cunt as it hovers over his length. Clit swollen with need, sticky and supple and begging to be fucked - Sylus feels his head go heavy. He rubs the sensitive bundle of nerves with the tip of his cock, reeling at the silky sensation. The muscles in his abdomen feeling tight.

You whimper above him. Your usual moan softened to noisy, desperate mewls. Something in your demeanor spurs him on. He finds himself more eager than usual to sing your praises.

"You'll look so pretty sitting on my cock won't you, dove?" Sylus croons, his voice thick with arousal. A syrupy lust spreads through his limbs, makes his hold on your hips tighter. "Always take it so perfectly. Made just for me sweetheart. How could I ever think of anything else?"

"Sylus," You draw the syllables of his name out with a whine.

"Shh, I know. Time for me to kiss it better, right?"

You whimper at the implication. Kiss it better when he means to fuck you, it makes your hold on him even stronger. Sylus pulls you down onto his lap slowly. The tip of his cock nudging past slick folds, careful and thoughtful. You buck your hips - seeking tension and depth but Sylus holds you firmly in place.

It'll be better for you if you feel his cock inch by inch. It'd be best if you remembered it carefully. Every vein, every curve, ever angle - carved into your body from now to eternity. It'd be good if you got so used to it, your body couldn't crave for anything else - so you'd have something only he could give you that'd bring you more pleasure then pain.

You sink down on Sylus' cock slowly. Whimpering as the tip finds your entrance, stretching you open slowly. Your pussy accommodates to his size with effort - even after so much stretch. A dull pain that has you squeezing around his length tight the farther down you drop.

"You feel so good," Sylus groans. Your pussy squeezes down on him hard. "That's it. Easy."

Sylus barely touches you. When he bottoms out, you're clamping down on him so hard it barely takes him any effort at all to make you cum. One hand slides between your bodies, fingers resting at your navel as he rubs slow, precise circles into your clit - unmoving.

"Such a good girl for me," Sylus coos. Your whole body wracks into a shiver, as you swear into his shoulder. "Cum. You want to, right? Go ahead and cum,"

"Hnggh, fuck. Sylus I'm—"

"Let go sweetheart. Cum."

Your body coils in as Sylus whipers sweet nothings against your shoulder. You grip his cock like a vice, bottomed out - trembling as arousal and slick floods his length, a sticky sound filling the room as you rock your hips and ride out your high. Your breathing is shallow, trembling as your orgasm knocks the wind out of you.

You're pliant in his grasp. Pleasant and sweet. There's no way you don't know that he adores you.

"You want more?"

Fucked out, you nod your head. An almost docile quality to you.

"Sure, then, sweetheart. We have all day,"

[heyimkana]

Come Home to Me (2/2)

Read Part 1 here.

Pairing: Sung Jinwoo X Female Reader

Genre: Marriage AU, fluff, smut, hurt/comfort

Summary: Your husband notices how worried you are about him going on another raid, so he stays for a bit longer to convince you that no matter what happens in the future, he will come home to you.

Word Count: 8K (I wrote too many banters I'm so sorry)

Content Warnings: Semi-public sex, swearing

“Beru, take my daughter inside. I need to be with my wife. Alone.” 

The sudden solemnity that befell your husband’s face and the way his voice, low and heavy, resonated in the air around you smeared goosebumps upon your skin. His tone carried a breath of possessiveness, imbuing life to the slumbering butterflies within your stomach.

“Certainly, My Liege,” came the shadow soldier’s immediate response. Shortly after he performed a deep bow, Beru walked into the house with your daughter held tight in his arms, closing the front door behind him to offer you the freedom to speak what your heart truly felt—except you couldn’t. You were scared for a thousand different reasons.

The sun had sunk low enough below the horizon for the darkness to gather, a stroke of purple hue tinging the vast orange sky, ready to wrap the stars with its velvety quilt. Jinwoo might appear nearly transcendent under the evening sun, but nothing embraced him better than the night’s cloak, a fitting companion to a man who carried the undead within his steps. Standing before him in this quietude, you felt like you slowly returned to your old self. Abashed, nervous, losing your tongue in front of a man so handsome, he made your heart ache.

Jinwoo turned to you, his face unreadable, guarded, but there was undoubtedly a gleam of concern residing in his deep blue eyes. He took a stride toward you, his movement soundless against the marbled floor of your porch, the same way death approached those who wished to harm the only person he could call home. “What is it?” he began in a voice so soft, it was almost zephyr-like. His lean fingers circled your wrist like a bracelet, cool to the touch. “You’ve never looked this perturbed before. Did something happen?”

“No,” your answer—your lie—came almost instantly, flawless to anyone’s ears. “Nothing happened.” Behind your clamped teeth, your mind endlessly screamed the words your tongue was itching to say, a desperate plea you tried to veil with everything you had.

Don’t go, Jinwoo, please, just this one time. I have a terrible feeling about this, and I know I can’t prove to you why, but it’s eating me alive. I feel it stronger today, this fear of losing you, of losing the other half of me. I know you want me to bid my farewell with a smile the way I always do, and I’m trying my best to do it even now, but there’s only so much I can keep to myself. I don’t want to say goodbye to my husband, not knowing if it will be the last time I can see his face. So, please… Please stay… Don’t leave me. Don’t go. I don’t know what I’d do without you.

Although these thoughts remained unspoken, in Jinwoo’s eyes, they manifested vividly on your face. But he wished to hear them directly, to see them flow past your lips, so he could capture each sentence and turn them into words of comfort. 

“Sweetheart,” he repeated, his voice tender yet authoritative at the same time. “Don’t make me leave you like this. Don’t make me worry about you more than I already do. Tell me. Tell me so I can help.”

He’s right, you thought. Keeping this from him will only make him worry. He can’t afford to get distracted, not now. But when you still kept your lips pressed tight, trying to collect the words, his two fingers framed your chin, leaving you with no choice but to meet his scrutinizing stare. 

He seemed upset. No, more than that, he looked… angry.

The air seemed to shimmer around him as his emotions slowly climbed to the surface, his gaze darkening as his desire to protect you gripped him like a vice. “Did someone hurt you?” Jinwoo questioned you, his voice a deep rumble, crossing through the nearly infinitesimal space between your lips and his like an impending storm. 

You fidgeted. “N-no—”

He tilted your face higher, not letting you break free from his gaze. “I would be able to tell in a heartbeat if someone laid a hand on you, but if there was something that I didn’t know, some clues that I missed, someone who made you feel even slightly unsafe.” His eyes began to gleam; the shadows beneath his feet trembled in fear in the presence of his restrained rage. “I want their names. Now.”

You gulped. This side of him never failed to make shivers crawl down your spine. Jinwoo had always been so gentle and loving with you that it was easy to forget just how vicious and merciless he could be when his protectiveness over you took form. Your husband had killed for your sake before, more than you could possibly count, and he’d take another hundred lives within a blink of your eyes should you ask him to. 

As you released your shuddering breath, you twined your fingers around his wrist. “No.” You tilted your head to the side just enough for your lips to press a soothing kiss against the blue and red rivers of veins under his pasty skin. “It’s not like that. No threats, nothing. I’m safe.”

Relief washed over him, albeit only faintly. “What is it, then?”

You tarried, trying to mince your phrases as best as you could. “I know you can handle anything,” you only began, yet your voice was already cracking with emotions. “I know that, and I believe in your strength. But I saw you, Jinwoo, just like everybody else. I saw the way your enemy stabbed your heart and tore open your chest. You survived. By some miracle, you did. But the sight of it… It haunts me."

You took a breath before you continued. "I find it impossible to sleep at night when you’re not next to me. My mind keeps drifting back to you no matter what I do, wondering if you were fighting for your life again, trapped in a battle you couldn’t win. Sometimes I look at you and…” You laid your hand above his beating heart, your fingers tracing over it as your eyes grew vacant. “I remember the way the beast’s claws pierced through your chest, right here, all five of them. Your body may have healed, and there are no traces of those wounds left on your skin, not even a scar, but… I can still see them. I’m still scared of them. And I can’t help but think… What if it happens again? What if your luck runs out this time?”

Jinwoo continued to stay mute, listening to you intently as if you were the only voice in the universe. He only reacted once quivers ran through your fingertips, seizing your hand and pressing it harder against his chest, as if to remind you that beneath those translucent scars, his heart still remained the same—still alive, beating, racing, because of you, only for you.

You curled your fingers, still couldn’t wash away the dread. “I know you can’t change who you are,” you continued, your voice laced with tears. “And I know you have no other options but to do your duty, which is why I always try my best not to stop you from leaving. But today, for some reason, I feel anxious. It almost feels the same as how I felt on the day I almost lost you. It’s probably nothing, but… Right now, it’s suffocating me.”

The tension was palpable between you, leaving you to ponder whether you had spoken too much. Perhaps it would’ve been wiser for you not to speak at all. You blinked back your tears, wiping the ones that already crossed the edges with the heel of your palm. You felt mortified for baring your feelings out in the open, for being so theatrical about it. 

“I’m sorry. I’m being so dramatic, aren’t I?” You forced out a laugh; the desire to flee the scene was almost too tempting to refuse. It didn’t help that he hadn’t spoken a word, leaving you shrouded by your own perception of his feelings. Have you upset him? Troubled him? Or maybe even hurt him in some way? Just the thought of it brought more fresh tears to emerge in your eyes. 

“I—” You cast your face to the side. “I should go check on our baby—”

Your husband caught you by your wrist, stopping you before you could escape, his touch firm but far from painful. His eyes were hidden underneath the curtain of his raven strands, but the way he pressed his lips so tautly together, enough for them to grow white, clearly indicated how much he took your words seriously.

“I’m scared, too.” 

His confession, spoken barely above a whisper, left you stunned. Out of all the things you thought he’d say at this moment, that was never one of them.

You pivoted around to face him. “Jin… woo..?”

It took him a moment to compose his words as if he lacked the bravery to come clean, to showcase his vulnerability. It was as if he had spent an eternity trying to keep these words all to himself, fighting back all the intentions to reveal this frail side of him to you, afraid of how you’d react, if he’d sadden you with it.

“I’m terrified, Sweetheart,” he repeated, quiet, almost breathlessly. “Not of death, but leaving you.” The lines of his face were strained, filled with consternation. “I know how it feels to lose those important to me. No matter how strong I get, no matter how hard I try, I still can’t protect everyone. I’ve lost my friends in battles. I’ve lost my father. And I nearly lost my mother and my sister, too. I know exactly how it feels, and it haunts me every day more than you could imagine.” 

His face twisted in sadness, almost in agony at the recollection of the precious lives that slipped through his hands, but that amount of pain felt small in comparison to how he felt when he added, “But you…” His fingertips trailed an invisible path down your cheek. “You and our daughter… You’re beyond that. You’re not just my family; you’re fragments of me. The hardest part of my mission is never about dealing with my enemies. It’s this moment right here, right now, bidding you goodbye and watching you smile back at me with your heart breaking in your eyes, thinking that you’d never get to see me again. You’re constantly on my mind, Sweetheart, every second of every day. And I always worry that something will happen to you while I’m gone. That you won’t be here to meet me at the door when I come home. That I’d be too late, and I wouldn’t be able to find you, to save you, even if I searched the whole world for you.” 

His throat felt parched, his voice so close to shattering. “With my power, no matter where you are, no matter how far you are from me, I can run back to you the moment I sense danger around you, but it will take me a second, and a second could change everything. You saw what happened with Jinah, didn’t you? I managed to save her right on time, but if I had arrived only a second later, I would’ve lost her. And if I… If you were in the same position… And I was a second too late on my way back to you… If I lost you forever…” He took one last step toward you, and he crumbled, his body sinking forward, his head falling to your shoulder. “I wouldn’t know how to live my life anymore…” A shaky breath escaped him. “Not without you…”

The amount of fear that radiated through his body was almost appalling. It was hard to believe someone so strong could tremble like this at the thought of losing you.

Jinwoo lifted his head, gathering your face in his hands, his eyes carrying the weight of a broken man. “I know it’s hard for you to watch me leave…” He pressed your foreheads together, his eyes closed in the sliver of bliss from being so close to you, but his eyebrows remained furrowed, tense from the pain and the horror of being separated from the other half of his soul. “And I will never make light of your feelings, but you also need to know just how unbearable it is for me to walk away from you…” 

You squeezed your teeth together behind your lips, your vision blurred by your tears. You could only offer a shaky nod in response, afraid you’d be sobbing if you let a word slip out of you.

“It tears me apart just to kiss you goodbye, Sweetheart.” He returned the small distance between you, gently brushing your tears away with his thumb. “Every single time I leave, it’s like cutting off a piece of me, and you don’t know how much, just how much I want to stay and be with you right now—to spend every second of my life with you, so I can stop you from looking at me with those eyes. So I can put your heart at ease.” He lifted your face just enough to meet your crystalline eyes. “Don’t ever think I want to choose my duty over you. You are always, always, the most important thing in my life.”

It was the first time you saw him so fragile, so exposed, and you could feel just how much your presence in his life affected him. You were his weakness, his only weakness. 

You quickly collected yourself, desperate to assure him. “I know…” Speaking in your softest voice, you reached out to touch him, to cup his cheek, to do anything you could to soothe him even when you, yourself, were so close to breaking. “I know how much you care about me—about us—and I’m happy, Jinwoo. You don’t know how glad I am to have a husband like you. So strong” —you brushed a featherlight kiss on his cheek—“yet, so kind”—on his jawline—“and so, so gentle.” You planted the last one on his lips, as soft and tender as how you whispered his name. “And yes, of course, I understand how hard it is for you. This is why I didn’t want to say anything at first. I didn’t want to make you feel this way. I didn’t want to make you worry more than you already did. And I’m…” You caressed his cheekbone with your thumb. “I’m sorry for speaking my thoughts out loud just now. I shouldn’t have said anything, at least not now when you’re about to leave.”

He let out a sigh under your comforting touch, almost yearning. Covering your hand with his own, he sank his face further into your palm like a child leaning to his mother’s touch. “No, don’t be sorry,” he shook his head, his lids shutting at the feeling of your warmth seeping into his pores. “I’m glad you could be honest with me. Thank you. I can breathe easy now, knowing that you’re safe.”

When he stared down at you, your smile for him was the softest, the sweetest it had ever been. It reminded him almost of his mother’s, the way it carried so much love, affection, adoration, and, most importantly, appreciation. As someone who held nearly limitless power, the constant efforts he made to save the world were never overlooked. Still, more often than not, people chose not to express their gratitude, saying he was merely doing his job as an S-Rank Hunter, taking everything he did for granted. You had seen just how cruel the public voice could be when they spoke ill of him, not long after the Jeju Raid ended.

Hunter Min Byung-Gu’s life could’ve been saved if Sung Jinwoo had appeared sooner! Yeah, where the hell was he anyway? Why didn’t he join the raid from the start? Was he scared? Hey, hey, I heard he refused to join the raid at first. Does he not realize his responsibility as an S-Rank Hunter? Embarrassing, right? S-Rank Hunters are supposed to be selfless heroes! Sung Jinwoo is not one of them!

Your husband never let these derisions get to him, but they got to you. It pained you, angered you to see these words spreading online like wildfire, but you couldn’t do much to change their opinions, and even if you could, it wouldn’t have mattered. Jinwoo never cared about them. He cared about you, about what you think of him, and fortunately for him, you were always there to appreciate every little thing he did. He didn’t have to save the world to impress you. You were already grateful for his presence, even just by seeing him plant a little kiss on your daughter’s head. 

“Thank you, Jinwoo,” you softly said, “for making the world a better place for me and our daughter to live in. But more than that, thank you for all the efforts you made as my husband and as the father of our child. For making time for us even when you were losing sleep, drained after all the raids. I’m sure your baby is grateful, too, for all the tea parties you had with her.”

He laughed a little, still carrying a hint of melancholy. “She can be quite demanding sometimes.”

“Yes, she can, but you’re always patient with her, and I adore you for that.” You stroked his cheek. “You’re a hero to us in more ways than one. You’re everything we want you—need you to be, and for that, I’ll always be grateful to you.”

His jaws clasped together like a floodgate, preventing his emotions from bursting beyond control. He nodded once, a bit bashful but visibly delighted by your lines. With a quiet giggle, you kissed the tip of his nose. “What, getting shy now?”

He responded with a chuckle, pretty roses blooming in his cheeks. “No, I’m just happy. You always know what to say to lift the weight off my shoulders. And I wish I could say something to ease your mind, too, but…” He broke away from your touch, returning your gaze. “I don’t know what the future holds for me. I can lie to you and tell you that nothing could harm me, but I know you wouldn’t want that. So, all I can offer you right now is my promise.” He brought your hand closer to his face, his lips engraving the words directly to the bumps of your knuckles. “I promise that I will do anything, everything within my power, to come home to you.”

Your heart still splintered, but it wasn’t nearly as agonizing anymore. Perhaps it was all due to his vow. Or maybe you’ve learned how to withstand the pain, to welcome it as a part of you, knowing it was something you couldn’t chase away, something that would only be repeated in the future. “Jinwoo—”

A pair of soft lips captured your own, your face held, your words stolen. The sudden kiss was chaste, almost innocent, just pure romance beneath the bitterness of a farewell. Jinwoo pulled away but only barely, the tip of his nose still grazing your cheek. 

“I love you,” he whispered, his warm breath, sweet and intoxicating, fanning your lips. “I love you so much, Sweetheart, more than I could bear.”

You looked up at him, your heartbeat roaring in your ears. “I love you, too.” 

Another kiss, another soft touch from a man you’d sworn to love unconditionally. But the gentleness of your colliding lips, the innocence of it, could never last long, always replaced by something more arduous. A hint of his longing for you, his craving, showed in the way he molded your lips beneath his, and within seconds, his kiss turned deep, controlling, consuming. His arm slithered around your waist, pressing your body close against him, tight enough for you to wonder if you could just melt into him, be a part of him. Perhaps then, you could be wherever he was. A world where you don’t have to bid him goodbye… Wouldn’t that be wonderful?

His breathing turned uneven by the time he ended the kiss, enthralled and far from satisfied. And just like him, you couldn’t do much but stare at the shape of his pretty mouth in your haze.

“You asked me if I’d let the world burn for you.” His voice turned raspy, hoarse with need, his eyes watching the way his thumb glided over your slicked lips. He pressed down on your bottom one, and you parted your mouth in response, an act so natural, it made his gaze heavy with lust. “I’d do it,” he said, stealing your breath with it. “I’d watch the world burn to the ground just to be with you for a second longer. All you need to do is say the words.”

Your eyes turned round, your heart thrashing inside your ribcages. You could see the conviction in his eyes, giving you as much joy as the fear that dawned upon you. 

The safety of the world did not lie in Sung Jinwoo’s hands. It was in yours. 

Your ardent love, intense and overflowing, rushed to your hands, crumpling the front of his coat as you brought him back to you for another taste of his lips. You pulled your husband down to you, to where he belonged, to where he should stay, your mouth meeting his in a searing kiss. You were the gravity that pulled him in, the spark of fire to reignite the flames within him. And you wanted to kiss him forever, to have his hands on your body, to be close enough for you to—

Jinwoo suddenly stiffened in your arms, breaking off the kiss so abruptly that it left your mind reeling for a second. A frown sketched over the lines in his forehead, irritation glinting in his eyes. 

Your heart plummeted, unsure of what you did wrong. “W-what is it?”

“Nothing,” he sighed exasperatedly, massaging the bridge of his nose. “I just heard Igris talking in my ear, reminding me of my schedule. What time is it now?” He lifted his wrist, glancing at the silver watch. “Damn it.” He clicked his tongue; his vexation doubled. “I guess I really have to go.” But his eyes, like always, found their way home to you, and he took you in once more, this breathtaking view of you with your face flushed, your lips all red and bruised and glistening with his spit. “And it’s probably better if I leave now before I get, umm…” He noticeably swallowed, trying to rein in the desire to take you here against the wall. “Carried away.”

With flames kissing your cheeks, you tossed your stare to the floor. “Y-You’re right. Sorry.”

“‘Sorry?’” Jinwoo tittered, the sound soft and wonderful in your ears. Lifting your face by the chin, he tilted his head slightly to the side, adoring you. “It was my pleasure, Sweetheart.”

His smirk, his voice… He seemed so effortlessly sexy when he said it that it turned you sheepish. You removed yourself from him. “S-so, umm… When will you be back again exactly?”

“Six days from now. A week, maybe.”

Your shoulders sagged. He could’ve said six years, and it would probably sound just as torturous. “Okay…”

“Come on, baby,” he smiled softly despite his heart breaking just the same. “Don’t be like this.” He rubbed his knuckles against your cheek before he poked you lightly with his finger, making you giggle from it. “I’ll make it up to you once I get home, okay? Anything you want me to do—anything at all—I’ll do it.”

“Anything?”

His previously impish smile fully morphed into a devilish grin. “Anything.”

“Hopefully, it’s not something sexual,” you narrowed your eyes playfully at him.

“Hopefully, it is.” His chuckles didn't last long, followed shortly by a heavy sigh. “Can I hug my wife one last time?”

You stilled, your breath caught in your throat. “It’s not the last time.” 

He blinked before he understood his mistake, sadness coating the soft bow of his lips once he did. “Sorry. Poor choice of words.” He spread his arms wide, waiting for you to return to his warmth with the softest smile on his face. “I mean, can I hug you one more time before I go? And touch you endlessly once I get home?”

Contentment suffused you at once, and you answered him by carving the shape of your smile against his lips, your fingers coiled against the front of his coat. You made sure to keep your kiss light, not wanting to repeat the same mistake of drowning in desire. You weren’t sure you could escape it should it happen again. But even so, when you parted from him, you couldn’t deny the tension between you. Like magnets, you were drawn together. Just the slightest brush of your skin meeting his could turn it into a force beyond your control.

You tried to distract him—or rather, yourself. “H-hey, you said Igris talked to you before. Does that mean he… saw what we were doing?” This was the first time it happened, as Jinwoo had always been careful in the past not to let his shadow soldiers witness your intimate acts. Whenever you two were together, your husband would always command his army to shut down all their senses for a moment, to give you the privacy you needed. You weren’t sure why Igris could see you now, but the thought horrified you. “I’ve always been awkward with him because he doesn’t talk much and seems so… noble. If he saw us kissing like that, I… I don’t think I could face him again. Especially after…” You kept on rambling, driven out of shame, submerged at the thought of seeing the dark knight again after he witnessed everything that happened between you and his master.

Unbeknownst to you, Jinwoo’s eyes darkened, completely lost in the view. Seeing you like this, standing so small and fidgety before him, looking so flustered that you couldn’t handle meeting his eyes when you spoke—

God, I want to ruin her. 

I want to make her all mine again. 

His nails scraped against his palm as he tried to find restraint, his throat burning with the desire to claim you, to taste you, to drink everything you give him. You were asking him a question, weren’t you? Something about Igris. Fuck, he couldn’t remember it. He couldn’t pay attention to any of the lines you said, watching how your mouth shaped the words but not registering them. Your voice was a whisper in his ear, easily drowned by the filthy thoughts that grew even more vehemently with each second passing by.

“Honey?”

At your call, he averted his gaze. One more second looking at you, and he would’ve succumbed to his needs. “Hmm?”

“I asked you if Igris saw us.”

“Huh? Oh, right. Yes, they saw it.”

“Wait—They?”

“Yeah, the entire army, basically.” Though he wanted to seem apologetic, his grin betrayed him. “I was too absorbed with you that I forgot to tell them to close their eyes.”

You gaped, colors draining fast from your face. “Jinwoo! ”

He laughed quietly at your reaction, catching the little punches you threw to his chest.  “Baby, relax. So what if they saw us kissing? You’re my love.”

Your stomach somersaulted at the word he chose. He could’ve just said my wife instead of my love. It would've been easier for your heart. “Well, I don’t want them to see that…” Another pout, another wild urge he had to chase away before he bruised your lips with his own. You exhaled. For some reason, you felt exhausted. “Though it’s… sweet how Igris tried to keep you from running late. That should’ve been my job. Did he just pop up, tell you to go, and then disappear again?” The vision of it looked funny in your head because surely, he must’ve been embarrassed seeing us like that, right?

“Actually, he told me to stay.” Your husband wound his arms around your waist, drawing you closer before he rested them on your curves. “He said that I should just send him there and let him take care of the gate for me. So I can be here with my queen.”

“‘Your queen?”’ You repeated, couldn’t help but feel amused even though you were touched by how caring the dark knight was to your family.

Scarlet tinged his cheek. “His words, not mine.”

“I see. So, I’m not your queen, then?”

The shade deepened as he tossed his face to the side. “Of”—he cleared his throat, his voice reducing to a mumble—“Of course, you are.”

You giggled, and your husband softened into another smile, staring at you affectionately. He seemed glad that you’d rediscovered the strength to throw a jest or two. 

“Well, as much as I don’t wish for my king to go,” you dawdled with your words, building expectations as you glided one hand up his chest. You could feel the ridges of his lean, taut muscles underneath his shirt. A wave of desire pooled inside your stomach, threatening to resurface if you weren’t being careful. “The world needs him. Even if I keep you to myself now, you’re bound to leave for another mission sooner or later. I’ve come to realize that…” You paused to gain control of your emotions, your hands fixing his collar in your attempt to seek distraction. “The best way to deal with this is by getting myself used to it. Get used to this feeling that you leave me when you kiss me goodbye. I have to teach myself to be patient, as it will only be a matter of time before my husband returns. I think that’s what I have to do,” you smiled at him, shy amidst the mischievousness that you previously displayed. “As your queen.”

His heart thawed at your lines, cradling you close enough by the shoulders to bury his face in your hair, breathing in your scent, memorizing it so he could recall this sense of peace you gave him when he was miles away from you. Even without words, you could tell just how proud he was of you. “Thank you,” he murmured against your temple. He kept you this way for a moment, his nose nuzzling against your strands until he remembered how time would never be merciful to him. “I really have to go, baby…”

“I know…”

But when he pulled away, he couldn’t find the strength to detach his gaze from you, caught in a conflict between his feelings and his responsibility. “I’ll be…”—he traced your cheek, his gaze falling to your lips—“back soon, okay…?”

You nibbled at the corner of your lip, causing him to nearly groan at the sight. You didn’t mean to entice him; you were just nervous under his hooded gaze, your body brimming with anticipation. You knew he wanted another kiss, another touch, and you wanted thousands of them, but— “Okay…”

Jinwoo moved closer, as close as he could be, his face hovering merely a few inches from yours. Nothing but desire resided in his eyes, his voice low and husky when he spoke, “Don’t miss me too much…”

It was like the air crackled between you, invisible hands drawing you together. Your fingers twined a little tighter around the front of his coat, itching to tug him down and erase the millimeters of space separating your lips. “I’ll try…” You replied with shivers in your breath, and in a moment of weakness, your gaze cascaded to his lips.

And seeing that, he snapped.

All shadows. Leave us. Now.

“Jin—mmph!” You were pushed back against the wall, your body lifted to your toes, and your lips devoured. He couldn’t do it. Whatever battle he was fighting inside, he lost it the moment he realized you wanted him just the same, and he didn’t care. You were still his prize to claim, your taste was his to consume, your warmth was his to take, and he drowned in you almost instantly, his fingers possessively grabbing your face, leaving you with no choice but to accept his kiss, to accept whatever it was he planned to give you. 

Without wasting a second, he wedged his knee between your legs, parting them open and having his thigh pressed firmly against your core. You gasped against his mouth, your body clinging onto him, shuddering at the thrilling sensation. “J-Jinwoo—”

“I know,” he replied shortly, almost in a growl, breathless against your mouth. “I need you, too, so just—” He pressed your body tight against him, his lips placed upon yours again with such urgency as if being separated from you for merely a second deprived him of all the oxygen he needed.

The last thread of restraint in your head forced you to place your hands on his chest. Despite your aching need to rub yourself against his thigh, you voiced your thoughts aloud between lustful kisses. “Wait—we shouldn’t—mmph—”

With a grunt, he removed your hands from him, pinning them against the wall as he ceaselessly devoured your mouth. He kept you that way, trapped and caged within his hold. “Y-you have to go,” you managed to whimper out, your body tensing as he trailed open-mouthed kisses down your throat.

Jinwoo finally broke away, his face flushed, painted over with nothing but ardor. “Want me to stop?”

Your heart thrashed wildly inside your chest. The huskiness in his voice, the way his breathing turned heavy at the sight of you—what women would say no?

“Come here.” You pulled him back to you, begged him for another kiss, a wish that he was so eager to comply. Struggling to match his pace, you found yourself clawing at the back of his trench coat, one of your legs hooking around his thigh as he pushed your dress up to your stomach, revealing more soft skin and supple flesh for him to grip and sink his nails into. He grunted against your neck, a string of expletives among sinful praises, and you shut your eyes, head thrown back at the thrill of having him act so needy, so desperate for you. 

You couldn’t care about anything, not anymore, but your memory recalled the sour look he made when he checked on his watch a moment ago. How much time do we have until he really needs to go? “Jinwoo—ah—” You felt his teeth grinding not so gently against your skin, marking you as if he wanted to leave something for you to remember him by, to ache for in your wake. “W-what time should you be leaving—”

His fingers circled your throat, holding you dominantly in his grip. “Ten minutes ago. Open your mouth.”

He deepened the kiss as soon as you parted your lips for him, moaning at the burst of your taste on his tongue. You welcomed his taste with a gasp, your hands now crawling up his nape, his hair, making a nest out of his strands the same way he made a mess out of you. His tongue delved inside, begging for a sliver of your sweetness, but you wanted to give him everything, and you did, your tongue sliding against his own, kissing him as if this was your last time to remember just how amazing he felt against you, lips to lips, tongue to tongue, body to body. All the fear you had over his departure, all the love you held for him, they dissolved into one, into this burning ache that permeated your core, the need to have him close.

And God, you wanted more, wanted him so badly, it felt like torture.

“Fuck,” Jinwoo groaned, followed quickly by a low moan of your name. He was really trying to hold back, to only settle down for a kiss or two, but— “Why do you have to be so goddamn irresistible all the time?”

He was suffering just the same, one hand slamming against the door to maintain his distance, to keep him away from crushing you, from becoming one with you. It balled into a fist, evidence of what was left of his self-control; his fingers clenched so tightly that it painted his knuckles white and his palm crimson. His other arm snaked around your waist as his mouth sucked bruises on your collarbone, his nails clawing against the fabric of your dress, eager to tear it apart right then, right there. Rough, sinful noises continued to stream past his lips as you brought your lower half even closer to him, the sound low and deep; it was almost primal. 

“Ngh, baby, please—” He pleaded with his eyebrows sewn together, his jaw slackening at the sensation of you pushing your hips back, grinding on him. You could feel just how hard he was beneath his pants, the contour of his cock nudging deliciously against your clothed heat. It excited you, your heart swelling in satisfaction at how fast you could turn the most powerful man in the world into a desperate lover with only a few touches. Only you had this power over him, and he made sure to worship you for it.

His body reacted instinctively, rocking his hips against yours, quickly taking over control. Somewhere in the labyrinth of your mind, a voice reminded you to stop, he’s already late as it is, and you can’t do this here, not outside, not for everyone’s eyes to see, but when Jinwoo caught your earlobe between his teeth, his voice dangerous and guttural when he said, “God, Sweetheart, you don’t know how much I want to be inside you right now,” all you could think was—

Yes, please.

You smashed your lips against his, your fingers tugging hard at the roots of his hair, robbing another shameless moan out of him. He welcomed your burning passion, reciprocating it by doubling the intensity. None of you gave a damn where you were or what time it was; none of it mattered, not anymore. You just needed him, and he needed you. Not just want. Need.

Jinwoo unclasped his belt with one hand while keeping hold of your face with the other; his movements rushed, lacking the usual grace that he normally exuded. You were sure he didn’t mean to tear your lingerie apart, but even if he did, it would’ve only added more fuel to the shimmering flames inside you. Now that your bottom half was bare and exposed, he took himself out of his confinement, holding his length in one hand, his tongue gliding over his bottom lip as he rubbed his tip against your protruding clit.

You shivered, your hips swaying on their own, begging him to just ram it inside. “Jinwoo, please.”

“You’re gonna make me lose my mind,” he growled, lifting your body higher on the wall, making you hold on to nothing but him to fight back gravity. “Arms around my neck,” he commanded, his mouth hot against your jawline. His coat slid off his shoulders as he positioned himself over your entrance, pooling around his elbows.

But then, Jinwoo slowed down amidst the heat of your passion, just for a moment. Even as his desire consumed him from within, your consent remained a top priority. He needed to make sure that he wasn’t hurting you or, worse, doing anything you didn’t want him to. Your husband took a second to look at you, wanting you to give your permission out loud even when all his heightened senses and perceptions had found their answer a while ago. “Can I have you?”

Your reply came in the shape of you carding your fingers through his locks again, your mouth colliding with his as you spread your legs a little wider. “Yes,” you breathed out. “I need you, please—oh!” 

You felt him pushing himself inside the second your plea left your mouth, stretching all of your walls at once. 

“Ah, fuck,” Jinwoo groaned deep and loud, slamming one hand against the wall, the vein in his neck popping from beneath his pale skin. His reaction was almost as if he’d never experienced such pleasure before, his body trembling at the feeling of your heat tightening around him, so drenched inside that you could take him—his everything—all in one go. “God, you feel so good.” He locked your lips together again, moaning at the feeling of being shrouded by your warmth. He moved his hips tentatively to ensure your comfort, but he surrendered immediately after the first try. “Sorry, Sweetheart, I don’t think I can—ngh—hold back—” 

He began to move, his teeth nibbling on the skin of your shoulder to contain his grunts, his hips thrusting fast and rough, sliding himself in and out of you in the desperation of a heated beast seeking a release. Just like him, you were feeling it much more than anything you’d ever done with him. Maybe it was the place, the sensation of doing something so indecent, so out in the open. Maybe it was because you were both trying so desperately to comfort yourselves, to forget your upcoming separation, even only for a moment. Or maybe it was simply because you loved him so ardently, the same way he did about you. 

Now that the sun had sunk entirely below the horizon, the night was nearly pitch black. No stars were in sight, as if they grew too shy to witness something so obscene. Detecting the darkness around you, the lights around the house switched on automatically, illuminating the entryway and the lush garden around you with a warm, romantic glow. The magical view of the scenery usually brought a sense of serenity to your heart, but no, not that night. Not when you were stuck in a very compromising position with your husband. The worst one of all was the three pendant lights shining brightly above you, dangling from your high ceilings, exposing the way your bodies rocked together in rapid, rhythmless motions for the whole world to see.

You couldn’t help but be distracted by them, your body tensing. If anyone were passing by, with the way your husband had you pinned against the wall, your heels digging to the small of his back, your fingers tugging on the roots of his hair, they would discover you in a heartbeat. 

“J-Jinwoo—wait—the lights—”

With his lips sucking hard bruises on your neck, Jinwoo lifted one hand in the air and clenched his fingers into a fist. All the lightbulbs shattered at once, their sounds piercing the air, stealing a surprised yelp out of you, which he silenced immediately with his mouth. The same invisible force shielded you from the pieces of glass raining down from the ceiling, leaving your heart rattling in your chest but your skin uninjured.

You were embraced by the darkness again, though it was never as thick as you would love it to be. The silver moonlight still bathed your skin, and the golden shine of the bollard lights surrounding your garden remained bright enough for you to discern your husband’s features, but at least, you no longer felt like you were standing under the spotlight. You still couldn’t entirely chase your anxiety away, however, and noticing that, Jinwoo captured your face, his fingers pressed firmly on each side of your jaw.

"Focus on me,” he said, palm plastered against the front of your throat. Although pain was absent from his touch, his hold on you was firm, controlling, his voice commanding. “I don’t want you to think about anything else. Keep your eyes on me. Focus on how I’m making you feel right now.” 

And it felt good. He made you feel so damn good that by the time he plunged himself deep into you again, you found yourself crying out against his mouth, clutching onto him like a lifeline. Jinwoo was just as deep in rapture as you were, unintentionally ripping the top buttons of your dress in his desperation to taste more of your skin. He was beyond aggressive, unrestrained, and impatient, and God, you loved it. You couldn’t remember the last time he was like this, and the feelings brought you quickly to ecstasy. 

You were close, your pleasure building up faster than it ever did. “Jinwoo, I’m—”

“I know,” he moaned against your shoulder, his teeth just one pressure away from sinking into your flesh. “I’m close too, angel, just a little bit… ngh… more…”

He quickened his pace, taking his cock completely out of you only to drive himself back to the hilt, each thrust hard enough to knock the breath out of your lungs. You fell over the edge with your lips parted in a silent moan, your nails scraping against the back of his shirt, your legs shaking, tautening around him as you reached cloud nine.

The sensation of your walls closing in around his cock was almost too much to bear, but he needed that one single push, just one sweet moan from you in the shape of his name, to make him grasp that vigorous wave of euphoria. “Sweetheart, please—”

Knowing exactly what he was begging for, you embraced him closely by the neck, gripped his soft locks beneath your fingers, and whispered the words he’d been dying to hear right against his mouth.

“I love you, Jinwoo.” 

He shuddered, his skin breaking into goosebumps, and he finished inside you with a deep, gravelly groan erupting from the back of his throat. His hips stuttered, slowing down but not yet stopping until he finished spilling everything inside. His breaths came out raggedly, hot against your neck. His left hand was still glued to the wall beside your head. 

As your tremors began to dissipate, your husband carefully placed you back on your feet, holding you close until you could stand on your own. Your legs felt like jelly beneath your weight, your strength leaving you after experiencing what might be one of the most mind-blowing orgasms you’d ever had.

“That was… intense,” Jinwoo tittered breathlessly, his hair all tousled, his face the prettiest shade of pink. It mesmerized you just how stunning he looked like this, and it satisfied you more than anything to know that you would always be the one—the only one—who could see this side of him, who could bring this side of him into view. Little did you know he was thinking the same thing about you. The way you stood there, gazing up at him with your starry eyes slightly watery from your orgasm, your dress torn and crumpled, your skin marked and claimed. He could easily go for another round—or three—if you let him.

“You okay?” He asked as he swatted the stray strands out of your eyes, helping you with your dress before he fixed his own attire. You nodded a bit drunkenly, and he let out another chuckle before planting a soft kiss on your temple. “I’m sorry for ruining your dress.”

“And my panties,” you added, snatching the torn fabric away from your heel. You stared flatly at it, your tone monotonous when you said, “Unbelievable. This is the third time, Jinwoo. Three times you’ve done this to me."

He was embarrassed by it. So cute. “I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re not sorry,” you teased him with a poke on his cheek. “Buy me another one? The dress, I mean. I don’t trust you with my lingerie after what you bought me last time.”

He laughed softly at the memory. “I’ll buy you the prettiest one. Promise.” Brushing a light kiss on your temple, he spoke his worry once more. “How are you feeling? Did I hurt you?” 

The genuine concern in his tone caused your joy to unfold. In all honesty, yes, he did, but every pain was welcomed—no, every pain was desired, and you wished you could have more. More consuming kisses that left your lips swollen. More love bites on your neck that would last until he returned home. More bruises on your hips and thighs from how hard he was holding you. It felt nice to be dominated, to be owned, to be so wanted by your husband that he lost control of himself, of his mind. 

“What?” Jinwoo raised a brow, looking at you funny. “Why are you smiling like that?”

“Nothing,” you replied with a sheepish smile, stroking his cheek. But with him looking at you with such confusion in his eyes, you felt like you owed him the truth. “I just realized you never fucked me this way before, and it scares me just how much I enjoyed it.”

He blushed at your words, so fervently that you wondered if this was the same man who had just mounted you like a beast in heat a moment ago. But then he laughed, the sound so delicate and pretty in your ears. “I was going to apologize for being carried away, but…” He bent his head down, bringing himself to your eye level as a smirk crept up his lips. “If that’s what you’re into, then I have so much more in store for you.”

You swallowed, your skin tingling with excitement at the thought. “W-we can try that after you get home. Don’t you have a plane to catch?”

“Shit, you’re right.” As unbelievable as it was, he had truly forgotten about it. Jinwoo hastily rummaged through his pocket for his car key, racing against time. “Okay, I’ll be leaving now.” He kissed you quickly, almost making you stumble from how fast he was grabbing your face. “Goodbye, love. I’ll see you soon.”

“Jinwoo, wait,” you giggled, tugging him back by his arm. “You got my lipstick all over you.” You rubbed your thumb over his lips, trying to wipe off the red stain. “And your hair’s mess. Do you have a comb with you?”

“It’s all right, I love it like this.” He tossed you a boyish smile. “It feels like I’m carrying a part of you with me, like some kind of proof that reminds me of what we just did.” He then continued in a whisper, his smirk grazing your earlobe. “The same way you’re carrying a part of me… inside you.”

You grew mortified, all due to his words and the feeling of his essence seeping out of you. You could feel it trickling down your thigh before you squeezed your legs together, face aflame. “Leave. Now.” You whirled his body around, shoving him forward. “And tell your shadow soldiers to help me change the lights. I can’t believe you used your skill for that.”

He tossed you a grin over his shoulder. “Gotta make the best use of what I have, Sweetheart.” 

“I don’t think Igris would be happy to know that you’re using Ruler's Hand for sex.”

“Oh, baby, trust me, if I were planning to use Ruler’s Hand for sex, bursting lightbulbs would be at the bottom of the list.” His smirk carried the promise of something lewd, something naughty. “And also, if I’m happy, all my soldiers are happy, Igris included. And I’m definitely happy right now, all thanks to my sweet girl.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” you snorted despite heat filling your cheeks. “Now go before Jinho kills you.” 

He chortled softly, “Yes, Ma’am.” 

You watched him stride away with your hands on your hips, sighing despite the way your lips curved up in amusement. You were going to miss these little banters you have. Some parts of you still refused to let him go, but when Jinwoo rolled down his window, giving you one last smile with one hand on the steering wheel, all you could say was, “Come home to me, darling.”

“I will, baby.”

And as he drove into the night, disappearing from your sight and leaving your heart lamenting in your chest, you knew you had no choice but to put your faith in him. This wouldn’t be the last time you see him. It would never be. Jinwoo would make sure of that.

Because if he had to watch the world burn for it, for you, then so be it. 

Heaven or hell, Gods or the Devils, I’ll destroy them all.

As long as I can come home to you, Sweetheart, nothing else matters. ***

[muniimyg]

BAD HABIT // JJK

15 | tiger lilies // series m.list

note: geez sorry i'm such a liar >< hope u enj this ,, definitely picking up the plot and oc's lore now !!! MWAHH HA HA HA !!! enj the cute vibes (while they last)

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jungkook might set this place on fire.

he can’t help but think about it.

how easy it would be to ignite a flame and watch everything turn into ash. for all the walls, doors, and ancient furniture in this fucking palace to burn—just so he could see you.

to know where you are.

to feel you close.

to be with you.

his fingers curl into a fist to stop himself.

jungkook shifts in his seat. he can’t sit still... can’t stop feeling like he’s a match, burning too fast, burning too hot.

no one in the entire world would understand except you. this… feeling.

this longing.

this need.

god, he’s trying so hard not to feel it.

he really is.

but his knees bounce under the desk. his fingers twitch, and his precious pencil levitates above his head, spinning faster than it should. it does more than stim him—it reveals where his headspace is at.

everyone in the room is nervous. on edge. namjoon is more than ready for the chaos jungkook could unleash. he braces himself.

“she’s probably just running late,” namjoon says, leaning against jungkook’s desk with crossed arms.

“it happens,” yoongi adds, tone calm, patient.

jin nods, squeezing himself in the conversation. "besides, where else could she be? it's not like she'd just leave."

jungkook doesn’t know.

that’s what irks him.

you’re guarded right now. he can’t shut his eyes and feel you. can’t get in touch. relying on text messages is his last resort, and you haven’t answered any of them.

“she hasn’t even read my texts,” jungkook mutters, jaw tightening. “that doesn’t happen.”

if only you could see him.

he hasn’t stopped checking. the blue glow of his phone screen taunts him—message after message, all delivered, all unread.

this entire situation feels like a punch to the gut. you’re never late. not to class, not to him. it doesn’t sit right.

something is off.

taehyung exhales, standing up and poking at jungkook’s spinning pencil. the minute he makes contact, jungkook sends him a glare sharp enough to cut through steel.

“maybe she just—”

then, the door swings open.

jungkook turns so fast that his chair scrapes loudly against the floor. heads snap up, eyes darting to the entrance.

for a split second, his eyes light up. a fraction of a moment.

there you are.

laughing.

with rowoon by your side.

you’re drenched—soaked—clothes clinging to you in a way that makes jungkook’s jaw clench so tightly it aches. water drips from your hair, down the curve of your jaw, down the exposed skin of your throat, trailing along the fabric of your now nearly see-through blouse—

jungkook grips the edge of his desk.

and rowoon—he’s too close.

his shoulder brushes yours when he shifts. his grin is too easy, too familiar. the way his eyes crinkle as he nudges you with his elbow, like you two are sharing something—

a moment?

you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.

“what happened?” jimin is the first to react, pushing off his desk to rush toward you. the rest of the guys follow, crowding around you both. the class erupts into whispers, eyes flickering between you and rowoon.

you shake your head, still breathless with laughter. “we—uh—”

“she fell in,” rowoon supplies, grinning as he crosses his arms.

you groan, nudging him. “we fell in.”

jungkook can’t breathe.

it’s like all the air in the world evaporated.

he doesn’t move.

he can’t.

“we ran into each other on the way to class,” you explain, oblivious to the way jungkook is burning. “i was feeding the swans at the lake, and rowoon—”

“—thought it looked fun,” rowoon cuts in with a chuckle.

“you pushed me,” you accuse, but there’s no real heat behind it. only amusement. your words earn a few laughs from the class and a hitched breath from the guys. they can only imagine how infuriating this must be for jungkook. jimin’s lips tighten into a warning-like smile, eyes darting towards him.

it’s a signal.

a signal you miss.

“you slipped on your own!”

“and then you slipped!”

laughter spills from you again, mixing with rowoon’s.

… and there’s something about that sound that sets jungkook off. something dark and ugly coils in his stomach, leaving no room for goodness.

no room for kindness.

no room for fucking rationality.

“guess i should’ve known better,” rowoon continues, tilting his head at you, voice dipping into something too lighthearted. “you’ve always been this clumsy. guess some things never change, huh?”

rowoon lifts a hand and pats the top of your head. he’s significantly taller than you, so naturally, he leans in. you look up at him, and everything inside jungkook shifts.

the pencil above jungkook’s hand spins faster.

rowoon isn’t even saying anything particularly flirtatious, nor is he really doing anything that crosses the line (debatable), but jungkook can see it—the subtle closeness, the ease in his tone, the way his eyes linger.

the pencil spins and spins—

faster.

faster.

faster.

“you’re all grown up now, but you’re still the same.”

“how so?”

“still cute.”

then—

jungkook’s pencil shoots forward.

there’s no time to stop it. no fraction of a second fast enough to stop it from darting toward rowoon.

rowoon jerks back as it zips right in front of his face, only to drop—harmless—at his feet.

silence.

the entire room goes still.

… which is strange because jungkook swears it’s still spinning. his chest rises and falls, slow and deliberate. his eyes don’t meet anyone’s.

not rowoon’s.

not yours.

not even the rest of the boys.

instead, he moves.

chair scraping back, desk shoved away—he stands, shoulders rigid, and shrugs out of his uniform jacket. as he makes his way to you, namjoon places a hand on his shoulder, a mindful warning. jungkook shifts, shaking him off.

the guys exchange looks, unknowing of what’s to come.

jungkook steps forward—silent, purposeful—and drapes the jacket over your shoulders before you can react.

your fingers curl around the fabric instinctively.

“jungkook—”

he doesn’t let you finish.

his hand finds yours, fingers wrapping around your wrist.

and then—he walks.

out of the classroom, down the hallway, pulling you along.

no one stops him.

not even you.

you only glance back once, just in time to see rowoon rubbing his jaw with a sheepish grin.

the second you and jungkook are out of sight, rowoon sighs and looks at the guys. with a regretful look, he attempts to smile.

“too far?”

jin approaches, patting his shoulder and shaking his head.

“might wanna lay low. i see a black eye in your future if you don’t.”

the midmorning sunlight soaks the palace halls.

it seeps through the stained-glass windows, scattering colors across the marble floors. the air is warm, thick with the scent of fresh roses from the gardens below. outside, birds chatter in the trees, their distant calls cutting through the stillness.

but inside... it feels so gloomy.

so dark.

jungkook is silent.

his grip on your wrist is firm, his pace relentless as he leads you forward. his uniform jacket sways with each step, the golden embroidery catching in the light, but his face is unreadable.

tense.

focused.

hurt.

and he still hasn’t told you where you’re going.

the only sound between you is the sharp click of your shoes against stone, the occasional rustle of passing curtains. there’s no one around—just you, jungkook, and the weight of whatever he refuses to say.

your lips part, hesitant.

“jungkook—”

he doesn’t slow.

“jungkook,” you try again, tugging against his hold. you add a laugh, light, teasing, hoping to soften the mood. “come on. i didn't... i didn't meant to—it wasn't meant to be... it's not that serious—”

“it is.”

you nearly trip.

his voice is quiet, but it cuts through the air like a blade.

your steps falter, forcing him to stop. his fingers loosen just enough for you to yank your wrist free.

when he turns, his face is cast in shadow, the sunlight outlining his sharp features. his dark eyes flicker with something unreadable—something tight in his chest, something he’s struggling to name. his lips press into a firm line, but they part—just slightly—like he wants to say something.

like he doesn’t know how.

“talk to me,” you plead. “i’ll go where you want me to go… but talk to me first. please.”

at first, his chest tightens.

and then, finally, his voice—low, unsteady.

“you’re the princess.”

you inhale.

"i know that."

he doesn’t look at you when he says it. his gaze flickers away, jaw tense.

“really?" he asks, a little harsh. "because it doesn't seem like you do. i get that you want to have fun and have friendships, and he's from your childhood... but come on, p... y-you can’t be walking around soaked with your shirt going see-through.” his adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. “you shouldn’t be fooling around with a guy that isn’t your soulmate. you shouldn’t—”

his voice wavers, just barely, before he stops himself.

you blink at him, heart drumming unevenly against your ribs. he’s never been this… direct. not with you.

not like this.

and suddenly, something clicks.

the clenched fists. the rigid shoulders. the storm brewing in his eyes.

he isn’t just upset. he’s not just jeaous. he's protecting you.

“you should’ve at least read my texts.”

instantly, jungkook feels like he needs to throw up. l

ike he needs to get everything out of his system. you—he needs you out of his system. this is so damn painful all the fucking time. why is it that he feels like he’ll lose his mind any second now—

“okay.” you nod slowly, stepping closer. “okay. you’re right.”

his brows twitch together, barely perceptible, but he doesn’t move when your fingers brush against the sleeve of his uniform.

a breath of silence.

then—

“did you drop your phone? is that why you didn't look at my messages?”

your lips part slightly. “it was in my bag. i didn’t fall in with my bag on.”

jungkook stiffens.

the air shifts.

“where’s your bag now?”

“i left it in class. i dropped it when you dragged me away.”

silence.

“you should’ve checked your phone after you fell in.” he says, still stuck on the topic. the tips of his ears go pink first, then the color spreads—down to his cheeks, his neck, disappearing beneath the collar of his uniform. he’s nagging, but he feels like he has to. he wants you to know.

you almost snort. “yeah. i should have. i’m sorry, baby.”

he gulps.

baby.

“what did you text me?” you ask, tilting your head. “was it that important that you’re being all sulky—”

“nothing,” he mutters, looking away.

your brow lifts. “i’m gonna see it anyway. just tell me.”

he shrugs, turning his back on you. “you’re gonna see it anyway. why should i tell you?”

that does it.

your expression flattens. jungkook knows how to be difficult—stubborn, impossible, infuriatingly smug. and right now, he’s all three.

you exhale, slow.

then, without warning, you step forward, wrapping your arms around his torso from behind, pressing into his back.

jungkook stiffens entirely.

the warmth of his body seeps into yours. his uniform is crisp beneath your fingertips, but he smells warm, familiar. like clean linen, like something soft beneath all that armor.

you tip your head against his shoulder, voice barely above a whisper.

“tell me.”

his chest rises—then falls, steady.

“no.”

“please?”

“no.”

you huff against his back before sighing dramatically.

“fine.”

and then, before he can react, you pull back, fingers immediately sliding down the front of his jacket—patting down his pockets, searching.

jungkook reacts on instinct.

his fingers close around his phone first, yanking it away before you can grab it. his other hand shoots up, holding it high above your head, eyes gleaming with victory.

you pause.

jungkook smirks.

that smug little—

before he can say something smart, you step forward, quick. you tiptoe and press your lips on his.

for the second time today, jungkook stops breathing.

for the first few seconds, he doesn’t react at all. his fingers go slack around his phone, his other hand hovers in the air, unsure of where to land.

then—

slowly, slowly—

he leans in.

he sinks into it.

his lips press against yours, warm, hesitant, and then firmer. his free hand drops, skimming along your waist before settling there, pulling you in. he kisses you, taking you in completely. it’s like he’s melting into your lips.

his phone slips from his grip.

somewhere, it lands against the marble with a dull thud, but neither of you notice.

because now—his hands are curling at your sides, gathering you close. his lips part just slightly, just enough to take more, to taste more. his nose brushes yours, and you feel him exhale, sharp, like he wasn’t expecting this, like he wasn’t prepared.

and maybe you weren’t either.

but it’s him.

it’s this.

it’s the way he moves so carefully, so slowly, like he’s memorizing the feel of you.

and when you finally pull away, your lips are barely brushing against his when you murmur—

“is that what you texted me?”

jungkook exhales.

his hands tighten at your waist. his forehead tips forward, resting against yours for just a second before he groans, rolling his eyes.

he doesn’t answer.

instead, he takes your hand again—fingers locking around yours, warm and firm, no hesitation this time.

“come on,” he mutters, leading you toward the palace doors.

he doesn't tell you where he's taking you... but you don't really care anymore. at this point, you know him enough to trust that wherever he'll take you is somewhere for you to be safe and taken care of.

somewhere to be loved.

so, with your entire heart—you follow him.

you’re standing in the middle of jungkook’s dorm, shivering.

the chill clings to your skin, stubborn and unforgiving. even in the warmth of his room, you can’t shake the way the cold seeped into your bones, the way the damp fabric of your uniform clings uncomfortably to your frame.

jungkook watches you from across the room, arms crossed. his brows are furrowed, a line pressed between them like he’s thinking too hard about something. but then, with a quiet sigh, he moves—digging through his drawers before pulling out a hoodie and a pair of sweatpants.

“here,” he murmurs, stepping forward. the weight of the fabric is heavy in your hands, warm from his touch.

you nod, fingers curling into the soft material. you should move, should change, but the cold still lingers, making your movements slow, sluggish. your hands tremble slightly as you try to unbutton your shirt.

jungkook notices.

his jaw flexes. then—hesitation, brief but there. he shifts his weight, rubbing the back of his neck before exhaling sharply.

“c-can you h-help me?” you mumble, voice quieter than you mean for it to be.

jungkook almost freezes.

his dark eyes flicker to yours—searching, uncertain. there’s a moment where you think he’s going to refuse, to shake his head and tell you to do it yourself. but then, without a word, he steps closer.

his fingers brush against yours, and you swear you feel the way he swallows, like he’s trying to keep his breathing steady. he undoes the buttons carefully—too carefully, like he’s afraid he’ll do something wrong. like this is wrong.

but it’s not.

it’s everything but wrong.

the warmth of his touch ghosts over your skin, and it sends a shiver up your spine, but you’re not sure if it’s from the cold anymore.

when he reaches the last button, you turn around, giving him your back.

another pause. a sharp inhale.

and then, just as delicately, he undoes the clasp of your bra.

he doesn’t move immediately. he lingers—just for a second—before he clears his throat and takes a step back. you slip the hoodie over your head, drowning in the scent of him. it’s warm, comfortable, safe.

by the time you turn around, jungkook has already looked away, jaw tense, ears tinged red.

you don’t say anything. neither does he.

instead, he moves towards his tiny kitchenette, grabbing a mug.

“want something warm?”

“sure.”

“tea okay?”

“do you have hot chocolate?” you ask, not expecting much.

he chuckles as his response and heats up the water. you watch him work, settling into the space, still learning what it means to be in each other’s presence like this. it’s new, but it’s something.

as the water boils, you glance around his dorm. it’s surprisingly neat, nothing out of place—except for the small, intricate statues scattered across his shelves. they catch your eye, delicate yet sturdy, molded with careful hands.

“i made them,” jungkook says, catching your gaze.

your brows lift in surprise. “really?”

he nods, setting the hot water in front of you before rubbing at his wrist absentmindedly. as you reach for it, you stare at the steaming cup. jungkook waves his hand on top, and suddenly the water turns into a roasted dark brown.

you sniff it, and can’t help but smile.

hot chocolate.

you take a sip happily, and jungkook can’t help but let his lips curve into a soft smile.

“so, pottery?” you ask, placing the mug down.

“pottery helps.”

you step closer, eyes scanning over each one. that’s when you notice it—among the different sculptures, there’s a recurring shape. petals, curved and detailed, layered in a way that’s intentional.

"helps... what?"

jungkook lifts his hands, crunching his fingers together. "some times they feel... stiff. sometimes, they feel really loose. almost all the time, i feel like i have no control over them. pottery helps me feel a sense of control. like i know what i'm doing. like i know what i'm capable of."

"you don't know what you're capable of?" you ask.

he shrugs. "for the most part, yeah. i do. other times... i'm just as lost as you."

you pause.

"you think i'm lost?"

he tilts his head at you. "you don't talk about it... but i'm your soulmate, remember? i can feel it."

"you feel it?" your eyes widen.

he blinks at you.

"just because you're the princess doesn't mean you have to know everything all at once," jungkook tells you gently. "you don't have to say the words, but it's pretty clear. especially with the shit you pull."

you glare at him.

"i don't—"

"jumping into lakes, throwing parties, the shield—"

"that was to protect you!" you reason.

he nods at you. "at what cost? you destroyed the garden. your parents were furious. if i wasn't your soulmate, they would've kicked me out of the divinity."

you huff at him.

"they can't do that."

"they could," jungkook breathes. "and you like to dance on their boundaries lines... you pretend like it's not a tightrope they have you on so you do stupid shit to—"

"to fall from grace."

you blink at him.

"why would i want to do that?"

jungkook shrugs.

"divinity pressure? lack of self awareness? self doubt? free will?" he says casually. as if he's not suggesting your inner conflicts accurately. "maybe you're more afraid of failing them than the world... that's why you're trying to fuck up now... so you save the world and trade yours."

you stare at him blankly.

"or rowoon was right," he offers a lazy smile. "maybe you're just clumsy."

you let out a breath of relief. slightly unsure of what to feel after his entire analysis of you. the mood shifts back to lightheartedness when you clear your throat.

“so... you like tiger lilies?” you ask, fingers brushing over one of them.

jungkook hums, leaning against the counter.

“it’s my birth flower.”

you turn to face him. he’s watching you, expression unreadable.

“i think it fits me,” he continues, voice quieter now. “the meaning behind it, i mean.”

your brows furrow. “what’s the meaning?”

jungkook exhales through his nose, a short laugh.

“please give me love.”

the words hang in the air between you. there’s something heavy about them, something raw beneath the way he says it.

you shift, hesitant, before speaking again.

“my grandparents and parents always gift me tiger lilies on my birthday,” you admit softly. “they have for as long as i can remember. jin’s grandparents… had a vision of me during my mom’s pregnancy, and it was this golden glowing tiger lily…”

jungkook swallows, his jaw flexing.

“they thought it meant fate,” you continue. “that i’d be bound to fire itself—something wild, something consuming. something passionate and resilient.”

jungkook’s fingers twitch at his sides.

you let out a quiet breath, gaze dropping to the flower in your palm.

“i… i think it means you.”

silence.

then, jungkook shifts beside you.

you’re still cold.

you shiver, and he turns as if to grab the blanket from his bed—but before he can move, your fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt.

he stops.

you stare at each other, the invisible string between you pulling, stretching, glowing.

then, without a word, jungkook opens his arms.

you step into them.

moments pass, and you two are drifting to sleep.

jungkook's hands are in your hair, his fingers threading through the strands in slow, soothing motions, helping you relax. the quiet hum of the room settles around you, warmth pressed against warmth, and your breathing syncs with his, steady and unhurried.

you feel the weight of his arm drape over your waist, pulling you closer. instinctively, you press into him, the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek grounding you. there’s a calm to it, a certainty that neither of you name, but it lingers between you like an unspoken truth.

jungkook rests his chin lightly against the top of your head.

"you really think it means me?"

you hum. "i know so."

he doesn’t answer right away, just tugs the blanket over the both of you, wrapping you in warmth. then, quietly—so quietly you almost miss it—he says, "i... i tried making other things. vases. bowls. hell, i even tried making a rose or two… but whenever the clay was in my hands, it was always tiger lilies."

you close your eyes, letting his voice settle deep in your chest. "yeah?"

"yeah," he murmurs, pressing a small, absentminded kiss to your temple. "like every petal i molded was a thread, tying me to you."

your breath hitches, but jungkook doesn’t say anything else. he just holds you closer, steady and sure, like he already knows you’re not going anywhere.

and maybe that’s the meaning of it all.

not fate, not visions, not anything preordained.

just this.

just warmth, just the quiet way he holds you like you belong to each other.

still, the weight of his words lingers in your chest, stirring something you can’t quite name. he sees you—really sees you—and it leaves you feeling a little exposed, like he’s reached into the parts of yourself you don’t know how to explain.

you shift slightly, tucking yourself deeper into his embrace, trying to focus on the steady rhythm of his breathing. his fingers are still in your hair, idly tracing through the strands, slow and soothing. it should be comforting. and it is. but there’s something else, too—something that makes your thoughts drift, keeps your mind just a little too awake.

jungkook exhales, his chin resting lightly against your head. you feel the warmth of it, the quiet steadiness of his presence.

"go to sleep, princess," he murmurs. "i'm here."

you hum in response, but your mind still lingers on everything left unsaid. on the truth of his words, on the way they settle deep in your bones.

maybe he's right.

maybe you are lost.

maybe you have been for a while.

but for now, in his arms, with his breath against your skin and his heartbeat steady under your palm, you can pretend you're not.

and eventually, lulled by the warmth of him, you drift into sleep—half distracted, half at peace.

[kierahn]

FUELED BY HATE. [ academic rival x m ! reader ]

summary : you were the best in your entire batch while he stays in second place. nick initially thought that the rivalry between you and him would end after graduating, but it seemed like fate had other plans. you recently joined his workplace and stole his spotlight once more. after years of being overshadowed, nick has had enough and decided to finally put you in your place; below him, right where you belonged.

content warning : blackmail ✧; character despises reader ✧; non/dubcon nsfw ✧; cigarette burns ✧; degradation

masterlist !

✩ i’m so sorry for disappearing for almost a year ! i recently started my first year of college, and things have been hectic for me so far. i'll try writing more often now that I've adjusted better :] ✩ this is a draft i left before i disappeared. i decided to refine it before working on newer stuff. ✩ i've also decided to clear out all the requests on my inbox since i want a fresh start. with that, my inbox is open for requests ! (still selective of what i'll write) ──★ ˙ ̟🪿 !!

♥︎ nick cromwell was a man who excelled in his studies. from the first day he entered the military academy, nick already knew that he was gifted. this easily earned him respect and admiration from the people around him.

but despite his decent reputation and academic performance, nick's name lingered solely in second place throughout the years, never surpassing the name above his.

♥︎ dark eyes glued themselves on the name tag that was sewn on the right side of your newly tailored uniform; y/n l/n, it read. seeing your name never failed to sour his mood.

you had joined his department just a couple of months ago, yet you rose to the top with ease and easily surpassed him once more. barely a month in, and you already managed to solve a missing person case that had long gone cold. it was a huge feat that set you on a path towards a promising promotion. one that nick highly sought after years of working his ass off.

♥︎ nick averted his gaze away from your form, a pang of irritation hitting him. he hated you— your voice, your presence, everything. he hated how you were better than him in every aspect.

you were always surrounded by your co-workers who depended on you for help despite being new. everyone seemed to look at you with stars in their eyes, filled with admiration. everyone except nick.

♥︎ the first day you joined his department, nick slipped out of the bustling room with a box of cigarettes in his hand. he placed one stick in between his lips while his other hand searched for his lighter only to find that it was missing. he brushed his dark locks back with an annoyed sigh. great.

just as nick turned to head back inside, a lighter greeted him out of nowhere, sparking to life and lighting his unlit cigarette. the sudden gesture made his heart skip a beat out of shock, but he was grateful for it nonetheless. nick took a deep drag of the now lit cigarette, directing his gaze to thank the owner of the lighter.

his expression hardened. y/n.

"cromwell," nick watched as you placed your lighter back inside your pocket. he stared, not bothering to hide his displeased expression.

did you remember him from military academy ? that's impossible, you were in different classes and had never crossed paths before. he doubted you knew about his existence.

after a long pause, nick exhaled a puff of smoke, deciding to snap out of his trance. holding the cigarette between his fingers, he returned the greeting. "l/n."

that was his first interaction with you after all those years. a face to finally match the name that had long stirred his competitive spirit.

♥︎ your feats only kept getting more and more impressive as time went on, and the sight of your constant success ignited something within nick. he knew he had to humble you, to remind you of your place. nick worked his ass off trying to get where he was, it wasn’t fair of you to take that away from him.

he had to be better than you this time even if he had to go the extra mile to ruin you.

he considered a couple of extreme measures: framing you for murder, planting drugs in your desk, or any other nefarious scheme that could tie you to wrongdoing. but, it wasn't enough for him to see you behind bars. that wasn't what he aimed for. he needed to completely ruin you— humiliate you so you wouldn’t dare to step out of line ever again.

♥︎ it only took him a few drinks between 'friends' to have you all putty in his hands. he didn't expect you to be such a lightweight, but it was convenient for him to set his plan in motion. it wasn't an easy task dragging you around in your drunken state, but nick was satisfied with his work.

you were fully stripped of your uniform, both hands cuffed behind your back, black leather wrapped around your eyes, and a cloth between your lips to muffle whatever sound you were bound to make.

a tripod sat at the edge of the bed, a camera set up to capture your vulnerable state. all he had to do was take a picture and finish up, but that idea didn’t seem to satisfy him. it wouldn't be enough to make up for the years that you have overshadowed him.

nick monitored your unconscious form from across the dimly lit room. the cigarette that sat between his lips illuminated the lower half of his face, dark eyes reflecting the light of the burning cigarette. rising from the wooden chair he had nested himself in, nick stalked towards the bed where you laid unconscious. he placed his cigarette on an ash tray sitting on top of his bedside table. the camera's light illuminated a crimson red color, indicating that it was recording everything.

nick's gloved hand slowly traced a line down your exposed stomach, feeling you shudder slightly at his touch. your still breathing turned frantic the lower his hand slid down your torso. an unsuspected ghost of a smile crept up on nick’s lips as he watched you react to his touch. there was something about seeing you in such a humiliating position, all vulnerable and helpless.

perhaps this was where you rightfully belonged, below him.

his thumb glossed over your cheek as he stared down to study your sleeping face. now that he had a closer look at you, nick realized how good you actually looked. no wonder people liked you a lot, aside from being reliable, you were also a piece of candy for one’s eye.

♥︎ his hand unconsciously found itself wrapped around the base of your cock, still soft and limp from the lack of stimulation. even this part of you looked good. he had every right to be jealous.

having initially planned to simply take photos and leave it at that, nick knew he had to improvise. he bent down and coated the tip of your cock with his spit. it helped his gloved hand glide smoothly up and down along your shaft.

your breath hitch in response, and that was when nick knew you were awake and could feel everything.

knowing this, nick quickened his pace, twisting and rubbing with the goal of making you finish in his hand. the gag around your mouth muffled your groans. with the way your cock hardened and twitched in his hand, nick could tell that your body liked his touch.

“who knew you were such a slut,” nick taunted. he noticed how you bit against the gag to suppress your moans, staining the cloth around your mouth with your saliva. “i wonder what our superiors would think if they saw you in this position ?” his other hand ripped the gag from your mouth. he wanted to hear what other noises you could make.

you open your mouth to question who he was, but nick took it as an opportunity to capture your lips in his. he tilted his head to the side to muffle your moans.

this was all to humiliate you, nothing more. he inwardly told himself. but the strained feeling in his pants told a completely different story.

nick groaned as he felt you come undone, staining his hand white with your cum. he pulled away from the kiss, replacing his lips with his fingers as he let you have a taste of yourself. he pinched and pulled at your tongue, stretching the inside of your mouth with his fingers. he coated his fingers with your saliva, dark eyes watching you gag on his fingers.

nick pulled his fingers out of your mouth with a pop and let them hover your rim in a teasing manner. he pushed a finger past the ring of muscles despite your protest, holding you down by straddling your hips as you thrashed around. “shh, you’ll tire yourself out before i can even start.”

♥︎ the sound of clothes shuffling reached your ears as nick pulled his trousers down with his other hand to free his hardened cock. he could see your chest rise and fall quickly, but you stayed surprisingly compliant. “you’re actually enjoying this, aren’t you ?” nick’s fingers continued to prod at your entrance, teasing you as he rubbed circles with his thumb on your gaping hole. “we can’t have that. you’ll have to beg for it first.”

you gritted your teeth at the thought of begging. there was no way you were going to— nick pushed his thumb inside, making you jolt as your walls clenched around the digit. a sharp groan escaped your lips that were slightly agape as you breathe heavily.

your cock painfully twitched at the lack of sensation. nick wiggled his thumb around inside you, but it still wasn’t enough to stimulate anything. “is that your dick ? pretty small for all that big talk.”

you decided to bite back and insult him. you weren’t going to beg for anything any time soon, instead, you would taunt him into doing what you wanted. hearing the male simply chuckle at your insult, nick pulled his thumb out of your hole and replaced it with his cock, its tip kissing your entrance. “you’re really asking for it. i knew you were a filthy whore underneath that professional bullshit you keep pulling on everyone.”

without warning, nick slammed himself inside. he groaned at the sudden tightness, hands holding you in place, a bruising grip on your hips. “shit, can’t you loosen up a bit ? you’re going to chop my dick off,” he growled, a slight rasp in his voice.

your hole swallowed him whole, dragging him deeper inside as he thrusted in and out of your abused hole. it took him a while to set an actual pace because of how your hole clenched tightly around his dick, but you did loosen up after a while. he made a mental note to prepare you properly next time

next time ?

nick pushed those thoughts away. this was a one time thing, he.. fuck.

nick tightened his grip on your hips out of frustration. he almost forgot why he was doing this in the first place, this was all to simply ruin you, nothing more. he reached out to grab his cigarette off the ash tray, placing it between his lips as he dragged one out to calm his nerves. ‘i shouldn’t be enjoying this,’ he inwardly scolded himself.

he exhaled, keeping the cigarette in between his fingers as he placed his palm against your bare stomach. ‘but, holy shit, how could i not enjoy this. he’s basically eating out my dick like it’s his last meal.’ nick grunted.

out of frustration, he dragged the butt of his cigarette against your bare stomach. you hissed at the burning sensation, your muscles tensing as you bit back a scream of pain. nick’s dark eyes examined the burn marks he had left in your skin, no longer feeling remorse. instead, his cock twitched at the sight of your pained expression.

he continued thrusting into you, your moans acting as a positive reinforcement for him to keep going. nick took the cigarette back to his lips, inhaled, and leaned down to slam his lips against yours. it tasted like ash as nick’s tongue intertwined with yours into a sloppy kiss. his pace eventually slowed down as he felt himself near his climax.

you were also close, whining against the kiss as he slammed into you one last time before he unloaded inside of you. he finished first, pulling away from the kiss and giving a few sloppy thrusts in order to help you finish. seeing your cock twitch and spur, nick pressed the cigarette butt against your tip. the pain from the scalding heat helped you finish, your cum putting out the cigarette’s light.

nick threw the cigarette onto the ashtray and pulled out of you, letting his finished work trickle down your thighs. he detached himself from you, removing his dirtied gloves as he approached the camera that continued to capture everything. “this should be enough to keep you in line.” he muttered under his breath as he ended the recording.

nick took the camera with him as he stalked back towards the bed where his finished work laid in display. the sound of a camera shutter reached your ears and a brief flash of light penetrated the blindfold around your eyes. “you look way better under me anyway.”

[sunshinesfreckless]

Technical Difficulties

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Summary: Breaking your laptop is annoying enough—but it gets a little more fun when the guy fixing it for free turns out to be ridiculously hot.

Warnings: Backshots by Felix, No panties for Felix, Orgasm with Felix

Pairing: NonIdol!Felix x Fem!Reader

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“FUCK.” Y/N smacked the back of her laptop, her frustration echoing through the lecture hall. Every head in the room turned toward her. She shrank under the weight of their stares. “Sorry.”

Seungmin, her best friend since forever, sighed beside her. “Y/N, you need to get that thing fixed. Duct-taping your battery isn’t a long-term solution.”

She groaned, slumping against the desk. “Yeah? Well, I don’t exactly have the money to fix it.”

Seungmin rubbed his temples like he was debating whether to strangle her or help. “Okay, listen. I have a friend—same campus, studies choreography. He fixes laptops in his free time.”

Y/N perked up. “How much?”

“For me? Nothing. So if I go with you, he might make an exception.”

She exhaled in relief. “Seungmin, I love you.”

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s go before that thing explodes in your hands.”

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With her tote bag slung over her shoulder, Y/N walked beside Seungmin across campus. The Australian sun was merciless today, heat clinging to her skin even though she was wearing a light summer dress. She could already feel sweat forming at the nape of her neck.

Seungmin cut through the park, heading straight for the big tree where a group of guys usually gathered. Y/N never paid them much attention—she didn’t care for most people on campus.

But then he spoke.

“Hey, guys.”

Y/N barely registered the greeting because—holy shit—she knew him. Well, not personally. But Hyunjin was practically a campus legend. Every girl she met wouldn’t shut up about him. So beautiful. So romantic. So sweet. So dreamy. She had rolled her eyes at it a million times.

And there he was, lowering his sketchbook, black curtain bangs shielding his eyes from the sun like he was straight out of a damn movie.

But next to him?

Yeah. That’s where things got interesting.

Y/N suddenly cared a whole lot more about Seungmin’s friends.

She had heard Felix’s name before, but good God, she had not been prepared for this. His blonde hair was tied back, a few strands falling artfully into his absurdly beautiful sculpted face. She could see the outline of his toned arms beneath his white tank top, the sun casting a golden glow on his tan skin.

He glanced up at Seungmin with a lazy smile.

“Seungmin, hey.”

And just like that, Y/N’s laptop was no longer her biggest problem.

Felix’ eyes landed on her. „And hey, you.“

Y/N felt heat rush to her face. “Hi.”

Felix’s smile widened instantly.

Seungmin got straight to the point. „She’s got a broken laptop for you to fix. Think you can do it?“

„Sure.“ Felix shot Y/N another reassuring smile. „What’s the problem?“

She hesitated, glancing at Seungmin, who gave her a look—a silent just answer him already. Scrambling, she reached into her tote bag and pulled out the laptop.

Hyunjin, who had been watching silently, blinked. „Jeez, just put it to rest, girl.“

Felix chuckled as he took the laptop from her hands. „Why did you duct tape the battery?“

Y/N shifted awkwardly. „No money for repairs,“ she mumbled, suddenly embarrassed.

Felix hummed, examining the damage. „Yeah… I get that. I’ll fix it this week. You can pick it up on Saturday from my place.“ He glanced up at her. „Not really a fan of making ladies come to me by themselves, but my schedule is packed this weekend.“

„Oh, no! Don’t worry, it’s totally fine! I’ll pick it up!“ she blurted out quickly.

Felix turned to Seungmin with an amused smirk. „Your girlfriend?“

Seungmin made a face. „Thank god, no. We just grew up together.“

Felix nodded, then looked at Y/N again, his voice softer this time. „Don’t worry about the money. I’ll do it for free.“

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Y/N took a deep breath as she stood in front of his House door, adjusting the strap of her tote bag. She wasn’t sure why she was nervous. It was just Felix. Just the hot guy she barely knew who had offered to fix her laptop for free. No big deal.

She knocked twice.

The door swung open almost immediately, revealing Felix in nothing but sweatpants, his toned upper body on full display. His damp blonde hair suggested he had just showered, and Y/N had to make a conscious effort to keep her eyes on his face.

“Hey,” he greeted with a lazy grin, leaning against the doorframe.

“Hey,” she replied, clearing her throat. “I, uh… came to get my laptop.”

Felix smirked, tilting his head. “Yeah, I figured. Come in.”

She stepped inside, the scent of his cologne mixed with something warm and sweet—vanilla? Cookies? Her stomach growled in betrayal, and Felix chuckled.

“Did you eat today?”

“I’m fine,” she said quickly, watching as he walked over to his desk. Her eyes involuntarily traced the muscles in his back before she forced herself to look away.

Felix picked up her laptop, holding it out to her. “All fixed. Should last you a while now.”

She reached for it, but he didn’t let go immediately. Their fingers brushed, and Y/N felt a jolt of something—anticipation?

“Careful with it this time,” Felix murmured, his voice lower than before.

Y/N swallowed. “Yeah. Sure. Thanks.”

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“YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO BREAK IT AGAIN!” Seungmin practically shouted, his voice echoing through the hallway.

Y/N clutched her laptop to her chest, guilt flashing across her face for a split second before she stubbornly lifted her chin. “HOW ELSE AM I SUPPOSED TO TALK TO HIM AGAIN?!”

Seungmin stared at her like she had just confessed to arson. “Are you serious? You’re seriously considering destroying your laptop just so you have an excuse to see Felix again?”

“Apparently!”

Seungmin dragged a hand down his face, exhaling sharply. “Y/N, I beg you—just go up to him. He’s literally the nicest guy on this entire campus.”

Y/N groaned dramatically, leaning against the wall like the weight of her feelings was physically crushing her. “Seungmin, I love you, but no. He might be nice and very kind and very friendly—”

“Yeah, it’s Sunshine Felix we’re talking about,” Seungmin deadpanned, folding his arms.

“BUT I CAN’T JUST DO THAT!” Y/N wailed. “What am I supposed to say? ‘Hey, I know you did me a huge favor for free, but I think I left my dignity at your house and was hoping I could come pick it up?’”

Seungmin rolled his eyes. “I dunno, maybe something normal like ‘Hey, Felix, how’s it going?’”

Y/N looked at him, completely unimpressed.

“You clearly don’t understand how unhinged my feelings are right now,” she said, voice completely serious. “I am literally one intrusive thought away from throwing my laptop off the balcony just to recreate our meet-cute.”

Seungmin groaned. “I hate you.”

“And yet,” Y/N smirked, “you’re still gonna help me.”

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The next day, Y/N found herself once again marching across campus with Seungmin, her laptop clutched in her arms like a newborn.

“You cannot be serious,” Seungmin muttered beside her.

Y/N lifted her chin. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“You do know what I mean.” He gestured at the laptop. “You just got that thing back. Yesterday. And now, what? It magically broke again?”

Y/N cleared her throat. “Technology is fragile.”

Seungmin groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Y/N, I swear to God—”

Before he could finish, they arrived at the big tree where Hyunjin and Felix were lounging as usual. Hyunjin had his sketchbook open, absentmindedly twirling a pencil, while Felix leaned back against the trunk, scrolling on his phone.

Seungmin sighed like he was about to walk her down the aisle. “Here we go again.”

“Hey, guys,” he called.

Felix looked up, and the second his gaze landed on Y/N, his lips curled into an amused smile.

“No way,” he said, sitting up straighter. His eyes flickered to the laptop in her arms. “Already?”

Y/N’s breath hitched. Oh god, he was so hot. And now he was laughing at her.

She forced herself to act normal. “I—um—it’s not what it looks like.”

Felix raised an eyebrow. “It looks like you broke it again.”

Y/N huffed. “Well, I didn’t—it just… stopped working.”

Felix leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees. “Mhm. And how exactly did it ‘just stop working’?”

Y/N avoided his eyes. “It just happened.”

Felix chuckled, clearly entertained. “Alright, let’s see it.”

She handed it over, and their fingers just barely brushed. Y/N tried not to react, but her entire body was hyper-aware of the fleeting touch. Felix smirked like he knew.

He turned the laptop over, inspecting it. “You sure you’re not doing this on purpose?”

“What?!” Y/N squeaked. “Of course not! That would be insane!”

Felix grinned. “Mhm. If you say so.”

Y/N felt like she was about to explode on the spot. Meanwhile, Seungmin looked like he wanted to fling himself into the nearest bush.

“Just tell me when it’s fixed,” she mumbled.

Felix tapped his fingers against the laptop. “Thursday?”

Y/N nodded quickly. “Thursday.”

And with that, she turned on her heel and walked off, dragging Seungmin with her before she could embarrass herself any further.

Once they were out of earshot, she exhaled sharply. Then, with complete determination, she said, “I’m picking it up without underwear.”

Seungmin choked on his own breath, nearly tripping over his own feet. “WHAT?!”

Y/N didn’t waver. “You heard me.”

He stared at her, absolutely horrified. “You’re beyond saving.”

She just smiled.

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Y/N thought she had the guts. She really did.

But now, standing in front of Felix’s family home again—this expensive, ridiculously pretty house that somehow made her feel even smaller—she chickened out. Underwear very much on.

Felix leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, looking just as unfairly attractive as always. His eyes flickered down to the laptop in her hands before meeting hers again, amusement dancing in them.

“So,” he said, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips, “you planning on actually keeping it alive this time?”

Y/N felt her face heat up. “I—it wasn’t my fault.”

Felix chuckled. “Mhm. Sure.”

Y/N turned around and almost sprinted back home.

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Well… she couldn’t break it again, right? But she could pretend to struggle with a software issue… yes… that was perfect.

The next day, when she asked Seungmin to go with her to Felix again, he looked like he was about to commit a crime.

“Y/N,” he deadpanned. “I swear to God—”

“Please, Seungmin. Just one more time.”

“One more time? That’s what you said the two times before!”

But despite all his complaints, he still found himself walking the same damn path across campus for the third time. When they reached Felix and Hyunjin again, Seungmin muttered, “I can’t believe this.”

Felix looked up from his own laptop, instantly breaking into a smile. “Don’t tell me you broke it again.”

Y/N shook her head way too fast. “No! No, I just— I need your help with a program. I can’t figure it out, and since you’re good with tech—”

“Sure, pretty,” Felix interrupted smoothly.

Y/N went completely still. Her brain short-circuited. Did she hear that right? Pretty?

Hyunjin was already grinning like an idiot, exchanging a glance with Seungmin, who just rolled his eyes. “Oh, this is so painful to watch,” Hyunjin muttered under his breath.

Felix, completely oblivious to the way Y/N was struggling to breathe, checked the time on his phone. “I’m kinda busy today, but come over Friday evening. My family’s out, so it’ll be quieter.”

Y/N blinked at him. His house. Friday. Alone.

“Okay,” she breathed out before she could even think.

Felix grinned and handed her laptop back. “See you then, troublemaker.”

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She did it. She actually did it.

No panties.

Y/N took a slow breath as she stood in front of his house, smoothing down the ruffles of her white summer dress. Her heart pounded against her ribs, and the heat pooling in her stomach made it impossible to think straight.

The door swung open, and there he was.

Felix. His blonde hair slightly messy like he’d just run his hands through it. He wore a white tank top and denim jeans—dangerous on him. His toned arms were on full display, and the way the fabric clung to his torso had her pressing her thighs together instinctively.

She was so fucked.

“Hey,” he greeted, his voice warm and effortless, like he hadn’t just sent her body into overdrive.

“Hi,” she answered, hoping he didn’t notice the slight shake in her voice.

“Come in.”

She stepped inside, and he closed the door behind her. His eyes flickered over her dress—the soft fabric, the delicate ruffles—before pointing toward his room.

“You know the way.”

She let out a nervous laugh and walked ahead, unaware of the way his eyes followed her every step.

Felix exhaled slowly, subtly adjusting the condom in his pocket so she wouldn’t see the outline through his jeans. Just in case. He had no idea if things would go that way tonight, but if she had any clue what she was doing to him right now…

He swallowed hard and followed her in.

She sat down in the chair he had placed next to his gaming setup, crossing her legs delicately. The movement made her dress shift slightly, revealing just a hint more of her thigh.

“You hungry? Want something to drink?” he asked, leaning against the desk.

“No, thank you,” she replied with a small smile.

He smiled back—slow, easy. And then he settled into his chair, pushing his setup aside to make space for her laptop.

“So,” he said, cracking his knuckles, “what’s the problem?”

“Well…” She leaned forward, typing in her password. “First, I don’t really understand how this software works…”

Felix nodded, but he wasn’t looking at the screen. His focus had caught on something else entirely—the soft swell of her cleavage as she leaned in. The absence of bra straps.

Fuck.

His jaw tightened slightly as he bit the inside of his cheek, dragging his gaze away before she could catch him staring. But his hands clenched over his thighs, the heat behind his navel spreading fast.

She knows exactly what she’s doing.

He really tried—tried to focus, tried to explain. But her perfume was clouding his head, and the fact that she was so close wasn’t helping.

And then, just like that, he shut the laptop.

Y/N blinked at him. “Uh…?”

Felix exhaled through his nose, leaning back in his chair, his fingers tapping against the desk. His eyes dragged over her, slow, appreciative.

“You really think I can focus on explaining when all I can think about is what’s under that pretty dress?” His voice was low—dangerous. Her breath hitched, heat shooting straight between her legs.

“Excuse me?” she managed, her face burning.

But she knew what he said. And worse? He was right. The trap had worked.

Felix tilted his head slightly, running his tongue over his lower lip. “You heard me.”

She sat back in the chair, suddenly feeling much smaller under his gaze.

He turned his chair to face her fully, his legs spreading just enough to make her pulse race. His hands rested lazily on the armrests, but there was nothing casual about the way he was looking at her now.

“C’mere, gorgeous,” he murmured.

Her breath came short.

She hesitated—only for a second—before slowly lifting one leg over his, then the other. She settled into his lap, straddling him. And that’s when Felix knew.

Knew she wasn’t playing around. Knew she meant to do this.

Because the moment she settled onto him, he could feel everything.

No barriers. No fabric. Just the scorching heat of her dripping core pressing against the rough denim of his jeans.

His grip tightened instinctively on her hips. A slow smirk spread across his lips as he dragged his hands up her back, pulling her in closer.

“You little vixen,” he murmured, voice thick with amusement.

Y/N swallowed hard, her hands gripping his shoulders.

“Are you telling me you really needed help with that software,” he teased, voice dropping an octave, “when you showed up here without any underwear?”

She had to giggle.

Felix grinned at her, shaking his head, amused and wrecked by her at the same time. But then—before she could overthink, before the teasing could stretch any longer—he pulled her closer, his hands gripping her waist with purpose, and crushed his lips against hers.

It was deep. Intense. The kind of kiss that sent her mind spiraling and left her breathless within seconds.

Y/N melted into him, her fingers curling around the fabric of his tank top. He was solid under her hands, all heat and strength, his chest rising and falling against hers as their lips moved together, messy and desperate.

She could feel his heartbeat thundering through him, or maybe it was hers. It didn’t matter.

His hands tightened at her waist, fingers pressing into the soft fabric of her dress like he was trying to memorize the feel of her. And then—fuck it—she went all in.

Her tongue met his, hot and hungry, sliding against his in a way that had him groaning low in his throat.

That sound. That deep, rumbling noise had something dark and needy twisting inside her.

Felix’s hands roamed up her back, his fingers running along the curve of her spine, then sliding down to cup her hips. He pulled her tighter against him, their bodies flush now, no space left between them.

His mouth moved against hers, lips parting, tongues meeting again, and it was sloppy—wet, reckless, desperate. She didn’t care. Neither did he.

His hands traced the hem of her dress, skimming along the bare skin of her thighs. She shivered, her body arching into him instinctively.

Y/N’s fingers threaded into his hair, tugging lightly, and Felix let out a sharp breath against her lips before tilting his head and deepening the kiss even further.

God, he tasted good. Like mint and something sweet, something entirely him. She was getting drunk on it, on him.

Felix pulled away for just a second—just long enough to catch his breath—and looked at her.

Her lips were swollen, slightly parted. Her chest rising and falling quickly. And her eyes—fuck, her eyes were hazy, full of something dark and wanting.

His hand came up, thumb running along her lower lip, smudging the wetness there.

“You’re trouble,” he murmured, voice rough.

Y/N smiled, her breath still shaky. “You like trouble.”

Felix huffed a laugh, then tilted her chin up, his mouth capturing hers again, hungrier this time.

She could feel how much he wanted her. The way his fingers dug into her hips, the way his chest pressed against hers like he wanted to be impossibly closer.

She moved against him, just slightly, and that was it. That was all it took for him to snap.

Felix groaned against her lips and stood up with her in his arms, gripping her thighs as he lifted her effortlessly.

Y/N gasped, instinctively wrapping her legs around his waist.

His mouth found her neck, hot and open-mouthed, sucking lightly as he carried her across the room.

Then he sat down on the edge of his bed with her still in his lap, their bodies tangled together, their kisses turning even more feverish.

Y/N felt her head spin, her entire body buzzing. The heat, the tension—it was overwhelming, consuming, everything.

And as Felix’s hands started to roam again, his lips trailing down her jaw, she knew she was completely, utterly gone.

She looked out of his window, her breath still uneven. The view was breathtaking—golden sand stretching along the australian coast, the waves rolling gently under the soft evening light. The ocean breeze might have cooled her flushed skin if not for the real reason her body was burning.

Felix.

The boy with sun-kissed skin and a wicked smile, trailing kisses along her neck, hands gripping her waist like he never wanted to let go.

Life could be so unfairly beautiful.

She glanced down at him, and when he looked up at her, their eyes locked—electricity humming between them, He kissed her again, this time guiding her hips against him, making sure she felt everything.

A soft moan slipped past her lips.

The friction—the rough denim pressing right where she needed it—was almost too much. And him—hard and heavy against her—there was no mistaking how much he wanted this too.

Felix pulled back just enough to cup her chin, tilting her face up so she had no choice but to look at him. His thumb brushed over her bottom lip, his voice rough and unwavering.

“Take my jeans off,” he murmured. “They’re ruined anyway.”

She nodded, slipping off his lap, her fingers trembling as she worked open his belt.

“Good girl.”

Heat rushed to her face. If she wasn’t already DRENCHED with need, she definitely was now.

He lifted his hips to help her slide his jeans down, kicking them aside. And then—God. Even through his boxers, she could see everything.

Y/N swallowed, her breath hitching as she pressed a kiss to the sharp cut of his hip. Then another, lower this time.

Felix’s jaw clenched.

She bit down on the waistband of his boxers, dragging them down with just her teeth before helping with her hands.

His breath caught.

Her eyes widened.

Fuck.

Every thought in her head evaporated. How was he so perfect? She felt lightheaded, her body thrumming with an almost painful desperation. She wanted to taste him, wanted to feel every inch of him against her tongue, wanted to—

Before she could act on it, Felix caught her chin again, forcing her gaze back to him. His thumb brushed her lips, a smirk playing at his own.

“As much as I’d love to watch you do that,” he murmured, voice dripping with something dark and wrecked, “I need to be inside you more.”

Oh.

She didn’t need to be told twice.

She climbed back onto his lap in an instant, and Felix wasted no time, pulling her into a kiss so deep it stole whatever air she had left.

Then he lifted her, turning, laying her down on the bed with an effortless strength that made her shiver.

Her dress was the next thing to go—torn from her body in one swift motion, tossed somewhere behind him. It landed over his gaming setup, covering his screen completely, but neither of them cared.

Not when he was looking at her like that.

She tugged at his tank top, eager to feel more of him. Felix pulled it over his head and tossed it aside, baring golden skin, freckles and sculpted muscles that tensed under her touch.

God. He really was unreal.

She pressed her lips to his again, a slow, deep kiss that sent heat rolling through her body. His hands slid down her waist, over her hips, before gripping her thighs, massaging the soft flesh as he spread them wider.

“You are so fucking sexy,” he murmured against her lips.

She let out a breathy chuckle. “Says you, you literal greek god.” no way she just said that out loud.

Felix laughed, eyes crinkling at the corners. “What??”

“Nothing—just—” She bit her lip. “Kiss me again, please.”

He didn’t need to be told twice.

Their lips met again, hungrier this time, heat pressing in on all sides. But just as Felix deepened the kiss, she pulled back slightly, breathless. “Condom.”

Felix exhaled sharply, then pushed himself up. Y/N sat up on her elbows, watching as he reached for his jeans.

Her gaze flicked down, and then—

“Oh, you can’t be serious,” she teased, eyes narrowing playfully. “And I’M the vixen? You literally had the condom prepared!”

Felix pulled it from his back pocket with an unapologetic smirk. “Yeah…?”

Her breath caught as she looked at him in the dim moonlight filtering through his window. The soft glow traced over every inch of his body—his toned chest, his small waist, the sharp lines of his hips. He looked like something carved out of marble, like a god out of an ancient myth, too perfect to be real.

And then her gaze dropped lower.

Oh.

Heat pooled between her thighs at the sight of him—thick, hard, so perfectly proportioned that her legs instinctively pressed together.

Felix climbed back onto the bed, settling between her thighs, the condom placed beside her as he ran his fingers up her inner thigh, teasingly close to where she needed him most. His lips found hers again, slower this time, more teasing than urgent. His fingers barely brushed over her clit, and she gasped against his mouth.

“You’re not a virgin, right?” he murmured, his voice low.

She shook her head slightly, heart hammering in her chest. No, she wasn’t. But her first time had been forgettable at best, disappointing at worst. She had never even come with that guy.

Felix’s fingers pressed more firmly now, circling her clit with slow, deliberate strokes. A soft whimper escaped her lips as her hips instinctively tilted up, chasing his touch.

“God, you’re so wet already,” he murmured, dragging his lips down to her jaw. “Can’t wait to fuck you.”

A sharp inhale hitched in her throat as he slipped two fingers inside her, the stretch making her walls flutter. His pace was perfect—just slow enough to tease, just deep enough to make her legs tremble.

She moaned against his lips, gripping the back of his neck and pulling him into another desperate kiss.

Felix groaned into her mouth, fingers curling just right, sending a shiver through her whole body. And then—he pulled them out.

A needy sound of protest left her, but before she could complain, he brought his fingers to his lips and licked them clean, eyes locked on hers the entire time.

Y/N’s breath stuttered.

Holy. Fuck.

Felix smirked at her expression, reaching for the condom with one hand while the other wrapped around himself, stroking slowly. He ripped the wrapper open with his teeth, sliding the condom over his length with practiced ease.

She swallowed hard, pulse racing as she let her legs fall open for him.

Felix leaned down again, one hand bracing beside her head, the other sliding up her thigh.

“You ready, gorgeous?”

“I guess I’ll have to keep breaking laptops in the future,” she whispered, voice breathless.

Felix let out a low chuckle, but it was cut short as he lined himself up and pushed in.

Y/N’s breath hitched—her fingers clutching at the sheets, her head falling back against his pillows as the stretch sent a shiver up her spine.

“Fuck,” she whimpered.

Felix groaned at the feeling of her around him, tight and warm, squeezing him just right. He leaned over her, his hand wrapping loosely around her throat, his thumb pressing just enough to make her focus on him.

“Look at me, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice deep and commanding.

She blinked up at him, her cheeks flushed, her lips parted in a moan.

“There you are,” he smiled, pressing a soft kiss to her lips before pulling out just enough—then thrusting back in, slow and deep.

Y/N let out a sharp gasp, her nails digging into his back.

Felix picked up his pace, each thrust hitting deep, his name spilling from her lips in broken syllables. His hands moved to her breasts, teasing her nipples with his fingers before lowering his mouth to flick his tongue over them, sucking just hard enough to make her back arch off the bed.

“Felix—”

“I got you, baby,” he whispered against her skin.

He sat back on his knees, gripping her thighs as he lifted them higher, pressing them flush against his chest. The new angle made her cry out—he reached even deeper now, his thrusts sharper, rougher.

She writhed under him, her nails leaving faint red trails on his arms as he drove her closer to the edge.

“Fuck, you take me so well,” he groaned, watching the way she trembled beneath him.

Y/N clenched around him at his words, and he cursed under his breath before gripping her hips and flipping her onto her stomach.

She barely had time to process the shift before he pulled her hips up, pressing a hand against her lower back to keep her in place as he slid back inside.

Her fingers curled into the sheets as he started moving again, this time slower, deeper, making sure she felt every inch of him.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he murmured, running his hands over her waist, down to her ass, before delivering a teasing slap that sent a jolt of pleasure through her.

Y/N moaned into the pillows, her body melting under his touch.

“You like that?” he smirked, giving her another slow, hard thrust with a slap.

“Yes—please don’t stop,” she gasped.

Felix leaned over her back, pressing a kiss between her shoulder blades.

“Oh, my gorgeous girl”

Y/N’s fingers curled around his sheets, her moans growing louder as he reached even deeper inside her, hitting spots that made her body shake. One of his hands moved to her front, fingers finding her clit and rubbing slow, teasing circles that made her nearly collapse against the bed.

Felix leaned down, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear. “I want you to come for me, baby,” he whispered, his voice sending a wave of heat straight to her core.

Her body tensed as pleasure built rapidly, her moans turning into desperate whimpers. Felix didn’t let up, his movements precise and relentless until she finally unraveled, a shuddering moan ripping from her throat.

Felix groaned at the feeling of her tightening around him, his thrusts growing sloppier as he chased his own release. With a few more deep strokes, he buried himself inside her, letting out a guttural moan as he reached his high.

For a moment, neither of them moved, their breaths mingling in the thick summer air. Y/N collapsed against the sheets, her body still trembling, while Felix pressed lazy kisses along her shoulder, his arm wrapping around her waist to keep her close.

“You,” he murmured against her skin, “are a fucking menace.”

She let out a breathless giggle, turning her head to look at him. “I did warn you I’d keep breaking laptops.”

Felix chuckled, pressing a final kiss to her cheek before pulling her snug against his chest. “Yeah, but now I think you’re just looking for excuses to come back.”

She smirked, biting her lip as she traced patterns on his arm. “Maybe.”

He grinned, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. “No need for excuses, baby. You can come over anytime you want.”

And she definitely planned to.

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Y/N stirred as the morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. She felt something heavy draped over her waist and realized it was Felix’s arm, pulling her flush against his chest. His face was nestled against her neck, his breath slow and steady, tickling her skin.

A soft kiss pressed to her shoulder made her shiver. “Morning, gorgeous,” Felix murmured, his voice still thick with sleep.

She turned in his embrace, meeting his sleepy gaze. His freckles stood out more in the morning light, and his messy hair only made him look even softer.

“Morning,” she whispered, smiling when he nuzzled into her neck again, pressing lazy kisses up to her jaw.

Felix sighed in pure contentment. “I don’t think I wanna let you leave.”

Y/N giggled, running her fingers through his hair. “You kinda have to at some point. I do have a life outside your bed, you know.”

He hummed against her skin before propping himself up on one elbow, his other hand trailing up and down her back. His touch was slow, almost reverent.

“I gotta take you out on a real date now,” he said suddenly, looking at her like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

She raised an eyebrow. “Now you wanna take me on a date? After all that?”

Felix smirked, pressing another kiss to her lips, slow and deep. “I like to do things backwards, apparently. But yeah, I do.” He brushed a strand of hair from her face. “What do you say? Let me take you somewhere nice.”

Y/N pretended to think for a moment, though the giddy feeling in her chest betrayed her. “Hmm… only if there’s food involved.”

Felix laughed, giving her hip a playful squeeze. “Done deal, baby.”

They lay there a little longer, tangled in each other, trading kisses and whispers, until Y/N finally had to slip out of bed and gather her things. Felix watched her with a soft smile, only letting her go when she promised she’d see him again soon.

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By the time she stepped into her shared apartment with Seungmin, she was still floating on cloud nine. That was, until—

“YOU REALLY HAD SEX WITH HIM, YOU NAUGHTY GIRL!”

Y/N shrieked as Seungmin’s voice practically shattered the walls. He was standing in the hallway, mouth agape, pointing at her wrinkled dress and thoroughly ruined hair.

“Shut up!” she hissed, slapping a hand over his mouth, but he just muffled something against her palm before pulling away, eyes still wide in terror.

[justevelynnnn]

sudden love.

night crawler x afab!reader (NSFW)

Warnings: Lots of smut in the second half of this…, PiV, oral s//x, reader is written as a female as well as being chubbier, slightly mentions of reader being insecure, mention of reader being tipsy, a bit of profanity at the end

Summary: Here’s what happens when you start working for the x-men as an intern and you run into a blue demon man 💙

Note: Sorry it’s been a million years since i posted but i just got lazy🙁😕😕😕 anyways live, laugh, nightcrawler

You wondered how you got here.

In bed, with the one and only Kurt Wagner. A man who was so focused on being holy and pure…under you, fully naked and eagerly whining. His golden eyes bore into yours as you bounced on him. His tail wrapped around your waist tight. Fingers on each side squishing your thighs…

It might’ve started when you started working for the X-men as an intern. Of course, you first had to pledge to neverrrr share any big secrets you learned or plans shared during meetings. Then you got settled. You had a little office next to Jean Grays’s. Your job was the usual boring intern stuff…following scott around and organizing files and pouring coffee. By week 4, you actually memorized all the x-men’s coffee orders.

Jean Gray liked lattes with a bit of extra sugar. Scott Summers and Logan liked theirs dark. Gross. Morph’s fluctuated, sometimes they wanted a mocha sometimes also dark. Beast liked his coffee extra sugary…

At the end of the day, you didn’t want to necessarily be an X-man. You really just needed some type of job that would except mutants. But they all had a lot of knowledge to share, and you never turned down an opportunity to listen and gain some wisdom.

It wasn’t until you were in charge of setting the danger room schedule when you met him. Did he catch you off guard bamfing behind you? Maybe. Did you feel horrible after especially seeing his tail droop? Yup.

You quickly scrambled to apologize.

“I’m so sorry! You just caught me off guard..!” You say watching him shake his head.

“Oh, it’s fine. I get it a lot. I’m blue..covered in fur…bright yellow eyes…” He says in a nonchalant tone looking at the ground. He also had this strong german accent. He also was possible being sarcastic…

And before you could apologize again he interrupted by introducing himself. His name was Kurt Wagner, or Nightcrawler. Fitting…

You’ve seen him around but mainly in the danger room flipping and bamfing around. He was also ridiculously flexible and you think he has a yoga class? He’s also said to be very devoted to his faith. You then noticed his shiny cross necklace and his golden rosary.

You told him your name and he mentioned seeing you around himself. A sweet little compliment was sprinkled in you guys small talk and then he was gone quicker than he showed up. Though, you still felt bad for your initial reaction to him later that day.

The next time you saw him was a week later in the evening. You just were sitting there reading a book, decompressing after a long day of organizing papers and sending emails, when suddenly BAMF! and now here is Nightcrawler startling you yet again.

“GEEZ!” You shout but not really at him, also dropping your book.

“Am I really that ugly?” Kurt jokes pouting a bit as he perched on the coffee table he landed on.

“No! Just you-“

“Ohhh, it’s fine..i get it..”

He’s clearly joking with you again so you laugh bit. You thank him as he hands you your book and sits next to you. You quietly take in small details of him like his pointed ears or his tail or even the slight indication of pupils in his eyes as he looked at you.

Insert more small talk here and then he’s gone again.

You figured he either really was curious about you or was bored. The idea of him having some crush never crossed your mind. But this was the Nightcrawler we’re talking about! He could have any girl, mutant or human, so why choose an intern? Especially one like you with your thick thighs and plump stomach.

But as time went on, he started to find you daily. He found any reason to speak to you and anything to talk about. Inviting you on evening strolls or even his bible studies which he didn’t mind if you went or not. He taught you how to cook german dishes once and you showed him your favorite hiding spot in the mansion.

It really felt like a spark started. He really grew on you. He was funny, sweet, warm…

His compliments became more frequent too, each one making you blush even more.

Soft touches here and there..

Hugs that lasted longer than the ones before…

Prolonged eye contact…

Then months later the topic of relationships came up. It was embarrassing to admit but you told him you never had one… yet you were a bit shocked to learn he’s had a few back in his day.

“But you’re…?”

“Catholic. I know.”

“And you even..?”

He nods but then smirks. “I was a tad libidinous before…now i just want to…settle. Perhaps even find my soulmate.”

You blush as he stares into your soul on the soulmate part. Could he be referring to..you?

Your time as an intern was wrapping up but everyone loved you so much you just decided to stay. So, you went full time which means more time for you and Kurt to bond. You wondered what they could all mean… his stolen glances and the way he touched you sometimes…

“He likes you.”

“What?!” You say turning around, wide eyed at Jean one evening. Kurt had just bamfed away, but was she standing there the whole time???

“I said, he likes you…a lot.” She smirks. “I know how he gets when he’s in love y’know..i’ve known him for a while.”

“..Love?” You say quietly.

“You’re different too. He’s nervous to say anything.” She slowly comes up next to you and smiles. “But, i can tell you like him a lot too…”

You just blush. Was it really that obvious the whole time?

Could it really be true?

Then, one evening after watching the sunset on the roof and a deep conversation later you two were sharing a bottle of wine. In his words, “It’s fine to indulge in sin sometimes, no?” Probably joking again…

He was big on his faith, for sure. He says it saved him and you could tell. His devotion was admirable.

After the first glass, you already really opened up. Still in your work clothes, but feeling more confident and loose. And by the second, you were a giggling mess. Anything Kurt said either made you blush or laugh. You never felt so alive or comfortable in your skin.

“I wish this could last forever, y’know? This moment…” You sigh as the sun sets. It’s getting darker, the moon getting brighter..stars shining.

“Ja…this was a pretty one. This sunset. ” He agrees with you and scooted closer. “But not as pretty as you, dear.”

“You’re a charmer Kurt…but I dunno…sometimes I wonder why you chose me to spend all your free time with. Like, me specifically. It’s not like I’m one of your gorgeous fan girls..” You play with the hem of your button down vest, it’s untucked now a sign of you being more comfortable.

Kurt doesn’t say anything for a bit. It makes you nervous. So nervous you accidentally pulled a few threads from your vest. You weren’t looking for pity, no. You were genuinely curious. He’s famous, well known. In great shape. Strong morals… It just really bewildered you.

Were you insecure…? Maybe just a bit..who isn’t? You try everyday to be more confident. You were working for the x-men for crying out loud! It was a big deal. But sometimes, you wished you were a bit..different. Slimmer, more graceful even.

“Y/n….” He said finally. It was a soft tone, softer than usual. Gentle…

You don’t say anything but you just look into his eyes.

“I’ve never felt so strongly for a woman before..for anyone before. You truly don’t realize how beautiful you are. Inside and out. There is something magnetic about you that draws me to you…” He takes your hand and kisses it. Your heart explodes. No one has ever talked you like this before.

“Kurt…”

“I’ve been thinking about asking for a while…getting to know you for these past several months has been memorable. I feel we’re forming a strong connection. One that can last is years…y/n, would I…be wrong to ask you to be mine?”

Everything happened so quickly next.

You drunkenly kissed him after he asked you that. In your head that was an answer. You immediately regretted it, feeling you stepped out of line but before you could apologize he kissed you right back. And passionately. Like it’s all he’s ever wanted to do. It was getting dark now and bit chilly honestly but the heat of his body against yours kept you warm enough.

Then instead of a hard roof, you were suddenly on a softer surface. A bed.

Kurt’s bed. In Kurt’s room.

“Is it okay?” He asked panting as he pulled back and saw you realize what had happened. “Being here..I mean..”

“Are we gonna…?” You say also panting.

“Do you want to?”

You think for a moment. Were you really going to lose your virginity to an Xman?

He already has a condom in hand by the time you nod. He pulls off his shirt exposing his furry toned torso. He softly kisses you again and you hum. You wondered if it was the alcohol or the way his hands felt on your body was making you feel so good. You allowed him to slowly take off your clothes. Piece by piece.

He was gentle with removing everything, but carelessly threw them on the ground behind him once it was off.

He stopped admired you once you were fully undressed. It made you want to hide behind your hands. The pure look of lust he had in his eyes…eyes that glistened at this point.

He traced a finger along your curves and folds, stopping to kiss some parts. You never felt this way before. It was like he was worshiping you.

He knew you were inexperienced so he took his time. When he was between your legs getting you ready he was ever so tender. He fingered you ever so slowly. Whispering praises as you took his finger because with him one was honestly enough. Then his head was between your thighs as he licked your folds delicately as well, savoring each swipe of his tongue. He had a way of making your legs shake, your back bend and you to sing his name.

When he felt you were ready for him he ever so teasingly slow rolled the condom on and inched slowly inside of you. Of course he made sure you were ready before he started to enter you. It did hurt a bit at first, like an intense stretch with some pressure. It definitely took a while especially given..his size.

But he was patient, and gentle and understanding.

Then he started thrusting. And thrusting. And groaning and moaning and gripping and kissing. The whole bed moved as the two of you moved. He thrusted slowly but deeply, pulling out completely and thrusting his whole length back inside you.

At some point your eyes were rolling to the back of your head. You swore you saw heaven as he hit a spot on the inside.

Every part of you burned hot with pleasure. You barely registered your own orgasm several minutes later and he licked a spot he bit on your neck moments before. He didn’t finish long after, plopping next to you panting. His tail laid across you on purpose. He then smiled goofily at you like he didn’t just have you under him seeing star’s minutes ago.

Your skin was sticky and your legs ached.

But you weren’t done.

You flipped him over and climbed on top of him. He was stunned, but let you as he was once again mesmerized by your nude body. He was a sucker for breasts.

You felt dominant as you straddles him with your thick thighs, positioned him with your entrance and slowly sunk down. Again, it was a stretch at first. Kurt was definitely blessed in the manhood department, but this was a position you knew about from before and you knew it was for more experienced people. Yet, it could’ve been the liquid courage too.

As you started to move, Kurt unraveled. That confident horny man from an hour ago? The one who had you nearly cumming in his mouth from slow flicks with his tongue? Or, hell, a single wink after some dirty joke?

Well, now he’s ready to bust himself from any simple moment you make. His hands rest in the sides of your hips as he helped you but you still did most of the work. Now slightly bouncing more and quicker after growing more confident.

This is who you thought Kurt to be. It’s nice to see this shy and submissive version of him. He tilted his head back as you wiggle against his pelvis. You can see his Adam’s apple bob as he held back.

It was mesmerizing to watch him come undone too. The way his mouth was parted, intoxicating noises escaping him. The way his dark hair stuck to his damp fur on his forehead. The way his cheeks darkened ever so slightly from being dominated…

It wasn’t long before he came again. His moans louder this time. Even drawing out your name.

You laid on top of him, knees even more achey than before, heart pumping so hard you swore he could feel it or even hear it.

You two stayed like that for a while. This time done for real. Both exhausted but utterly satisfied.

Kurt eventually helped clean up. He wiped you gently with a damp towel and gave you an oversized shirt to wear to cover up. Even getting you water after you used his bathroom.

“That was…hm..” Kurt said quietly laying next to you once everything was cleaned.

“It was fucking incredible.” You responded quietly. Inside you kept asking yourself…how did this happen?

“..Ja…” He sighs. “Wanna make this a weekly event?”

And after this? How could one not not agree?

[httpsdana]

hey queen!! I hope that your exams went as you hoped and that you’re doing well🙂‍↕️

I would like to request a hurt/comfort fic with Pau where the reader comforts him after his red card in the cl match against benfica🫶 the reader’s worried about Pau since he‘s being super hard on himself and feels really down. since he’s upset he gets quite clingy, so y/n gives him lots of hugs, holds his hands, runs her hand through his hair, gives him small kisses, etc, to console him. generally just super sweet at fluffy <33

thanks in advance!! also btw your writing is literally BOMBBB, I love it sm😛😛

Mistakes Happen~Pau Cubarsi

・❥・prompt list

・❥・masterlist -> part 2

・❥・who I write for

・❥・a/n: my exams were so bad but thank youu 💓 should've written this ages ago but I was too lazy to do it so. enjoy <3

When he got the red card against Benfica, almost everyone lost hope. It was the same scenario as last year; getting a red card early in the match and continuing the rest with only 10 players against a tough opponent.

Except this time, they managed to win. And although she was happy that the team won, her thoughts drifted to the teenage boy who had left the pitch early, trying not to cry.

As soon as the match ended, she took her phone and dialed his number. It rang a few times before he answered.

“amor…” His voice was weak, breath shaky and unsteady.

“Pau…hi, baby,” she murmured, trying to ignore the way her chest hurt at the tone of his voice.

There was silence for a while. Neither of them dared to say a word.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, a deep sigh escaping his lips.

She clutched her phone tighter, trying not to tear up.

“Don’t be, cariño. Things like this happen in football,” she said, her voice soft and comforting. She hugged her phone close to her chest, wishing she could hold him instead.

“I…” He was about to say something before some noise in the background interrupted him.

“I’ll come by soon. Coach needs us now,” he said, and she nodded as if he could see her.

“Okay, baby. I love you,” she said, almost seeing him smile a little.

“I love you more,” he mumbled before the line went dead.

After a few hours of waiting, there was a gentle knock at the door. She jumped from her bed to open it, careful not to wake her parents. She opened the door, and there stood Pau, a frown on his face and his shoulders slumped in disappointment.

“Come in, amor,” she said, grabbing his hand gently and guiding him to her room before closing the door behind them.

She wrapped her arms around him briefly, holding him tight as if trying to offer him a little warmth and comfort.

She didn’t dare say a word when Pau pulled away and sat on the edge of her bed, his face in his hands to avoid looking into her eyes.

“I messed up badly…” he murmured, his voice broken and hurt.

“You didn’t, Pau. Mistakes in football happen. And the team won, so don’t be hard on yourself, baby,” she said, sitting beside him and gently brushing the hair off his forehead. She reached out to hold his hand, giving it a soft squeeze.

“But I made it harder on them. Pedri almost passed out from how much he ran, covering the spaces where I was supposed to be,” he let out a sigh, leaning his head against her shoulder. She wrapped her arm around his back, pulling him closer.

“No one is blaming you. You did your job, even if it didn’t end up like we expected,” she said, pressing a light kiss on his forehead. She held him for a moment, offering him comfort through her touch.

“I just wanted to make you proud,” he whispered, his eyes closing as he breathed in her scent.

“You know I’m always proud of you, Pau. I’m so proud of everything you’ve done and are doing right now. You’re only eighteen, for God’s sake,” she chuckled softly, making him hum. She kissed the top of his head gently, her fingers brushing through his hair.

“Promise you’ll always be proud of me in the future?” He looked up at her, his green eyes blurred with tiredness.

“I’ll always be proud of you, cariño,” she mumbled, cupping his jaw gently before leaning down and kissing his lips softly. The kiss was tender, lingering for just a moment before she pulled back.

“Come on, let’s get you to sleep,” she said, pulling him up with her and covering his body with the blanket. She kissed him again, this time on the cheek, as she settled him in.

She laid back beside him, and before she had the chance to cover herself, Pau’s head was on her chest, his arm wrapped tightly around her waist as he let out a deep sigh.

“I love you, princesa,” he muttered, his eyes already closing.

“I love you more, honey. I’m so proud of you,” she said against his hair, pressing a kiss on the corner of his head before she herself drifted to sleep.

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[itsasilentreader]

❀࿐ 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞'𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 – 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢

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𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: Song Mingi x f!reader, best friends to lovers

𝙂𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚: Fluff

𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 3.6k - whoops :)

𝙏𝙒/𝘾𝙒: two dumbasses in love, some guy is bothering the reader but Mingi to the rescue, let me know if I missed anything

𝘼/𝙉: hey so I actually hate the way this turned out :/ I was too lazy to write a full on and thought out story so I tried to do it in bullet points form so enjoy and please let me know what you think of it - sorry for the mistakes if you see them, I just wanted to be done and over with it so I'll fix that later if there are any!

⤷ 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘨𝘰 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘹 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘪 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴, 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘭𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦.

⋮ 𝗠𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁

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Summer was finally here, and the planned festival trip made it out of the group chat

It was one of the hottest summers, and here you were, packing for a long trip away with your friends

You had gone shopping with some of the girls in the group, so you had your outfits for the festival ready

After you had to literally sit on your suitcase for it to close, you were all done packing

Mingi would pick you up the next day to drive you both to the airport, where you’d meet the rest of the group

You couldn’t wait for this trip, having fun, dancing, drinking, and just leaving all your stress and problems at home for two weeks

And spending it with your close friends? Amazing

And, of course, with Mingi

Your best friend

Your best friend, who you were in love with 

What? Who said that?

Anyway

The next morning, Mingi let himself into your apartment with the spare key you gave him

You both had a spare key from each other's apartment

Just like your girlfriends got one

But Mingi didn’t tell you; he only gave you a spare key to his apartment

He didn’t even give Yunho one, and they are basically inseparable 

After you and Mingi, of course

Anyways, Mingi knew you’d be late 

So he told you he would pick you up at 10 am

And he was right; it was 10:32 am, and you were still running around, getting the last things in your luggage

“I’m sorry, sorry!” 

Mingi just laughed and shrugged

“Knew you’d be late. We actually have to leave at 11:15.” 

This stopped you in your tracks

What the hell?

Mingi gave you an innocent smile and took out his phone before telling you to get your stuff ready

With a lot of rolling of your eyes and a few trips up and down to his car, you made it at exactly 11:15 am

And you were on your way

The villa the guys picked out was gorgeous, to your surprise

Everyone had chosen a roommate, so the next task was to unpack

You actually wanted to room with Mingi

I mean, you had weekly sleepovers, and sharing a bed wasn’t something new

But like, would it be weird if you ditch the girls to room with Mingi?

The whole group knew you were practically attached by the hip

But still, the girls were also with you

But you wanted to take every opportunity to be close with him

Scared to admit you might like him more as just your best friend, you took what you could get of the (physical) attention he gave you

Except, like, everyone knew you two loved each other because you both have that stupid lovey-dovey look in your eyes when you look at each other

Dumbasses

You’re not being slick at all 

But hey, they want you both to figure it out yourselves and not intervene 

Before you could ask him if he’d want to room with you, he got snatched away

Literally

Yunho almost bodyslammed Mingi, dragging him up the stairs to their room

Mingi turned his head to look at you apologetically before disappearing upstairs

No worries, you thought

It sucks because now Yunho took the opportunity to be with Mingi 

And Mina wanted to room with you

You had settled in and started to unpack your suitcases with the girls

After you had unpacked most of your stuff, you noticed that you had forgotten your glasses

It’s not that you really needed your glasses, but sometimes you’d put them on in the evening after your eyes started burning after a long day

You could live without them for the most part, as your eyesight was ‘fine’ overall

But still, the option to put them on would be nice 

You made a mental note to check in the store if they might have some glasses you could use on this trip

After putting all your stuff away, the girls and you decided to sit outside with the rest and some drinks before going to bed

Walking towards the patio of the villa you stay in, you see Mingi in the kitchen getting some drinks

The boys had the same idea as the girls, apparently  

“I forgot my glasses,” you reached out to help him with the bottles in his hand

“I have a pair for you in my bag. I’ll get them for you later.” Mingi responded before nodding his head towards the back door.

“C’mon, they’re waiting, and I can hear Wooyoung getting impatient.” 

It wasn’t odd that Mingi packed an extra pair of glasses, but you didn’t think he would think about it on this trip

But that was something Mingi always did

He always thought of you, and he always packed extra things if you would go on a trip together

At this point, it was just a routine thing for him

He always kept an extra pair of glasses at his apartment for you because he knew you would always forget them when you really needed them

Just like how he had an extra toothbrush and some other products you always needed, like pads or tampons, claw clips you liked, the specific makeup remover you always used because it was the only one that didn’t irritate your eyes, and your favorite body wash and shampoo for if you slept over

He also bought you a pajama for at his place—if you wouldn’t wear one of his shirts

Oh, and matching headbands for if you wanted to do skincare together

But no, the guy wasn’t in love with you or something (cue Yeosang’s side eye).

Just like how you had some extra stuff in your bathroom for him, only you didn't realize that you actually got this for Mingi

Yes, you also did this for boyfriends or flings you had

But when it was over, you always threw the things out immediately, not wanting to be reminded of them, so getting rid of everything was your way to go

But with Mingi, it was different

He was your friend

Your best friend

And you love him

But you didn’t want to admit it because admitting it would mean you could risk losing him, and you wanted to have him in your life even if you couldn’t have him the way you wanted to

So denial it is; well, good luck with that

And because you were being dumb about your feelings, Mingi didn’t know you felt the same

And you know his boba eyes

He looked at you as if you hung the moon and the stars in the sky

But no, your dumbass couldn’t see he was so utterly and madly in love with you 

But the rest of them did 

Sometimes the girls wanted to slap you across the face while yelling how obvious it is that you and Mingi are practically made for each other

Of course they didn’t do this literally

But they thought maybe this trip could help you two lovebirds finally confess and get together already

Maybe this trip would slap you across the face and make you face your feelings for your best friend 

And so the fun had begun

Days are filled with lots of activities

Of course, going to the festival but also shopping a little bit, going to the beach, or doing another activity the guys planned out for the whole group

Luckily there were also days you could lounge by the pool of the villa 

That ended up in full-on water fights between the guys while you and the other girls just tried to tan or read a book with some drinks

And it was not lost on anyone how Mingi and you stole glances from each other while the other was not looking

You couldn’t focus on your book while Mingi was in the pool with the others, looking so incredibly hot

But Mingi lost all the games he was playing because he got distracted by you

Just lying there in the sun, looking as beautiful as ever

With a bikini that didn’t leave a lot to the imagination but enough to keep him on his toes

The only progress you two made was when Mingi got out of the water

Coming over to you, all the droplets of dripping water dripping onto your body and towel as he stood before you and blocking the sun

“What are you reading?” 

He sat down on the end of your sunbed, drying himself with his towel before leaning against your legs

The skin-on-skin contact made your skin feel hot—and not because you were lying in the sun

You were so fixated on where his skin met yours that you forgot to answer

It didn’t go unnoticed by Mingi, the corners of his lips curling up

Meanwhile, you were having an internal crisis because why are you freaking out so much?

It was not like you didn’t have any skinship with Mingi before

You never shied away from his touch, leaning into his touch without the both of you even noticing it

And now, it felt different

Maybe it was the setting? The trip? The weather?

And the fact that you tried so hard to keep your feelings down and hidden, but they came up bubbling to the surface

You finally got to see some of your favorite artists live at the music festival 

And some DJs you’d frequently listen to 

So when the group was deciding on where to go next, you checked the schedule of the festival

Jongho, Hongjoong, and San wanted to go to a different stage because of some artists they wanted to see

Seongwha, Yeosang, and Seoyeon wanted to get some drinks and go to the bathroom 

Meanwhile, you wanted to stay here 

So as you were dancing and drinking, the group split up to go to different stages

Mingi, however, decided he wanted to keep an eye on you as you were throwing your drinks back as if they were water, so he stayed with you

Such a good best friend, right?

So together with Mingi, Wooyoung, Yunho, Mina, and Nari, you had stayed at the main stage

The weather was perfect, and it was so much fun to be here with your friends

As you were dancing with the girls, you felt someone bumping into you from behind

Thinking nothing of it, you just kept dancing and ignored it

Occasionally, trying to get Mingi to dance with you

But he was just waving you off, letting you have fun with the girls and holding your drink when you would take out your phone to record or when you were jumping around

After a few songs, you felt someone bumping into you again

But you know how it is; it’s busy, and everyone is standing close to each other, so you wrote it off as someone trying to pass by with not much space

But it kept happening, and after a few times, you even felt a hand on your lower back 

Turning around, you saw a guy dancing behind you

Mingi watched you as you stared at the guy standing behind you, stiffening in his place 

He did not like the way the guy was standing behind you

And he especially did not like the way he was trying to lean in and talk to you while you so obviously pulled back 

“Could you not do that?” Mingi heard you tell the guy

That’s good. It means you weren’t interested in the guy, right?

He saw the guy say something to you before you rolled your eyes and turned around to dance with your friends again

Mingi stepped closer and started to dance along with you—finally. 

You heard one of your favorite songs come on, and Mingi thought your excitement was so cute

You loudly (and maybe a tad annoyingly for bystanders) sang along with the music

The next moment, you felt a hand on your waist, and someone pressed up behind you

Looking over your shoulder, you saw the guy from before

He didn’t get the hint

“Fucking stop that,” you smacked his hand away and turned around to face him

“I don’t want to dance with you, and I don’t want to talk to you. Just leave me alone.” 

The guy just laughed in your face

“C’mon babe, just one dance.” 

You felt yourself getting angry, but before you could answer, Mingi stepped between you and the guy

“You heard her. Leave her alone.” 

Your heart skipped a beat when you saw how Mingi was towering over the guy 

He could be quite intimidating, but most of the time, you saw him as this tall softie with a secret soft spot for watching reality shows with you 

The guy didn’t appreciate the tone Mingi was using 

And the fact that Mingi stepped in between you two

“I wasn’t talking to you now, was I?” The guy tried to stare down Mingi

But Mingi wasn’t having it because you said no. Multiple times

“I think it’s for the best if you just leave her alone, buddy.” 

But the guy just laughed and shook his head

This got Mingi riled up because he was not having this guy’s attitude towards you 

You said no and this guy needs to respect that

Mingi stood there, between you and the guy with crossed arms

And the way he was standing up for you, practically shoving you behind him 

Mingi had helped you out before, during nights out

But he never had to step in like this—it made you feel things 

Your heart was beating a little bit faster 

The guy kept staring at Mingi

But eventually gave up and mumbled something under his breath about you not being worth it

You couldn’t hear this, but Mingi definitely heard—and it pissed him off

But for your sake, he didn’t make a scene

You were relieved the guy left you alone 

So when Mingi turned around and asked you if you were okay, you could only nod

Your thoughts were running wild 

It was something so simple, yet it awakened something in you 

Seeing him being so protective over you 

Mingi kept looking at you to make sure you were okay 

And you kept telling him it was fine

Nothing you couldn’t handle

But it felt nice to see Mingi so protective over you 

So you took a big gulp of your drink and took his hand

“Dance with me,” 

How could Mingi say no when you looked up to him like that with your beautiful eyes?

He almost melted right then and there on the spot

So you danced together until dusk, and the bright festival lights appeared 

Slowly he gained more confidence to actually have skin-to-skin contact with you

First he held your hand, made you do a little twirl, and kept holding your hand

The girls got more drinks for you, so eventually you became a little looser

Dancing more freely with Mingi

And boy, did Mingi have a hard time containing himself

“You’re finally getting into it, huh?” You tease, breathless from all the dancing together

He smiled at you, pulling you closer to him, just testing the waters

And to his surprise, you leaned into his touch

And he was a goner when you smiled up at him so sweetly, the lights dancing in your eyes

But your eyes didn’t partially light up because of the lights, but because of your handsome best friend in front of you—finally being close with him again

Mingi felt this was the moment he was waiting for, and he couldn’t let it slip through his fingers

“Actually,” he hesitated, nervous as hell

“There is something I wanted to tell you,” 

His heart was pounding so loud he was sure you could hear it over the loud music and the crowd

But so did your heart because what did he possibly have to say right now, in this moment?

You did feel nervous at his words, but also a small part of you was hopefull

“What is it?”

Okay, it was now or never

He takes a deep breath. “I like you. A lot. I think I have for a while, no—I know I have felt this way for a long while. Scratch that—I love you. And I didn’t want to ruin our friendship because you’re so important to me, you know?” 

The festival blurs around you—just neon colors and distant sound—but all you can focus on is him

Did you just hear that right? Mingi loves you?

“But after the time we spend here, I thought maybe you feel the same way, and I should confess to you. You’re the most beautiful person I have ever laid my eyes on, and getting to know you over the years as your friend makes me feel so privileged.”

Mingi continued talking, and you couldn’t do anything else but stare at him and take in his words.

“If this—if I have crossed a line and read this whole situation wrong, we can forget about this, and we’ll pretend this never happened. It would take me a minute, but I’ll get over it,” he breathed out

“But I couldn’t keep these feelings to myself anymore…”

When you didn’t reply, Mingi began panicking

Oh shit—maybe he had actually read the situation wrong?

He thought that—maybe—you’d feel the same

Especially since he noticed the slight changes in your behavior during this trip

And not to mention the disappointed look on your face when Yunho whisked him away from you when it was time to choose the roommates and rooms

And the way you kept staring at him when he sat down on your sunbed the other day

And now—you didn’t reply to his confession, and it made him nervous

He couldn’t lose you 

Maybe this was a mistake

Why didn’t you respond to him?

Meanwhile, Mingi was spiraling because of your lack of response; you were having an internal crisis as well

Because what do you mean your best friend, who you’ve been in love with for God knows how long (yes, thank you for finally admitting it), just told you he loves you?

Are you dreaming?

Is this a hallucination? Or a sick prank?

So you opened your mouth, but nothing came out, and you stood there looking like a fish

Mingi sighed and bit his lip before nodding

Okay, so you don’t respond, so that means you don’t return his feelings. Cool, cool, cool.

You felt his grip loosen on your waist before his hands fell to his side

But before he could turn around to put some space between you two, your hand slipped in his and softly pulled him towards you

A look of confusion crossed his face before the confusion turned into hope, and his hopeful eyes searched yours 

It was indeed now or never, so you decided to finally be bold

You leaned in

Giving him a quick peck to test the waters, you pulled back to see his reaction

But before you could even properly look at his face, Mingi pulled you back in

Your lips finally melting into each other

And man, did it feel good—amazing even.

Your arms came up to rest on his shoulders, playing with the hair on the base of his neck

While he held your waist with one arm, the other one came up to cup your cheek

Pulling back from his lips, you rested your forehead against his

“So, does this mean you love me too?” He grinned

You playfully rolled your eyes before nodding

“I thought kissing you like that would answer that question.”

“Hmm, I don’t know, I’m not convinced yet.” Mingi jokes 

“I think you should kiss me some more to fully convince me.”

This earned him a slap on his shoulder and a roll of your eyes, but of course you would happily kiss him 

“To confirm with you, yes, I love you too. Very much so, and I have felt this way for a long time now as well.”

You gave him a small peck on his lips

“You, Song Mingi, are the most beautiful person I know, inside and out. I don’t know what I would do without you.” 

Grinning at you, his hands came up to cup your face

With soft smiles and lovestruck eyes, you kept gazing at each other before he pulled you in for another kiss

“Seems like the two idiots finally did something about it,” Yunho was the first to speak up after the group was silently watching your conversation

Nari was the first one to reply to Yunho, side-eyeing him 

“This could have happened way earlier if someone didn’t snatch Mingi away when she tried to bunk up with him.” 

This resulted in a banter between your friends, who didn’t realize that you and Mingi decided to go back to the villa to make up for lost time

After all, they wouldn’t come back to the villa for a long time, especially after the others came back to join the rest at the main stage and noticed that you and Mingi had disappeared 

And you had definitely switched rooms with Yunho

It took a while for you and Mingi to confess, but you wouldn’t have it any other way

Because you already built a good relationship with him, before involving romantic feelings 

And now you could have him in every way you want ;)

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Ⓒ︎ 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟱 𝗶𝘁𝘀𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿. 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥. 𝗗𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵.

[lulunothulu]

“Warm enough?”

Glen Powell x reader

Based on these pics of Glen

It’d been cold when you woke up that morning. So cold that the shorts and t shirt combo you wore to and last night did nothing to protect you when you hopped out of bed.

“Goddamn,” you mutter, trying to be quiet as to not wake Glen.

But he’s not in bed. He must be on a run.

You pad to his side of the closet before plucking one of his cozy sweatpants and a random cardigan-esque sweater. You quickly peel off your pjs, your naked skin prickling at the touch of cold air, before pulling on the pants and sweater.

Walking to the drawer on the far side of the room, you pull out a pair of Glen’s thick socks—smiling when you unravel the ball and find that they’re his sushi socks. Glen and his random funny socks, You think.

Pulling them on, you yawn, needing coffee.

As you walk down the stairs, you hear the faint chatter of the TV. The house is still fairly dark except the occasional sun rays peeking from between curtains and the glow of the TV in the living room.

You peek your head into the living room to find Legally Blonde playing with a completely engrossed Glen on the couch. His hair is sticking up at all angles, a bowl of cereal on his hand. He wears one of his Texas longhorns shirts and a pair of shorts.

Knowing he runs hot, you’re not surprised to see him wearing that.

“Good morning,” you greet, chuckling when he jumps a bit.

“Good morning, darling,” he replies, turning to face you and flashing you a sweet smile. At the sight of your outfit, he adds, “Did you raid my closet again?”

“Yes,” you shiver. “I’m freezing.”

Glen opens his arms, setting the bowl on the coffee table before waving you over. “Come here, baby.”

You gladly join him on the couch, snuggling into a ball at his side and resting your head on his chest. Though you know he’s warm, he pulls a blanket over the two of you before he settles into the plush couch.

“Warm enough?” He asks.

“I can think of a few ways to stay even warmer,” you suggest, smiling when Glen flips you onto your back.

“I think I’m picking up on one of them.”

~*~*~*~

This was a short and sweet one I’ve been meaning to finish up. But y’all when I tell you I’ve been in a RUT. i haven’t wanted to write at all for the past few months and then I saw a tiktok edit of Glen in twisters and I said, “I need to make my way back to tumblr.” 😂 hoping to be here more often but if I’m not I’m so sorry 😭😭

[edb954]

Can I request a fluffy Steve Harrington x fem! reader oneshot where Steve is playing hide and seek with their daughter and he pretends he doesn’t know where she is but he can hear her giggling and he eventually sneaks up on her and grabs her and starts tickling her and reader watches and thinks how adorable he is with her and how much their little girl adores him?

Spring Days (Steve Harrington x reader)

(Summary: While Steve plays hide n seek with your and his daughter. Y/n watches them admiring how their daughter adores her father.)

Word count: 868

Masterlist : Request info

(A/n: I hope you liked it! It's short and sweet! You are literally my first request so I really hope you like it and feel free to send more requests!!)

(Warnings: Pure fluff!, NOT FULLY PROFF READ)

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   It was a perfect spring Sunday not to cold and not to hot. Y/n and Steve had decided to do some spring cleaning around the house. They had almost gotten everything done except the kitchen. Sitting down at the island for a mini break, when they hear little foot steps come running in to see their 4 year old daughter Layla with a giddy glint in her eyes.

"Daddy! Please come play hide n seek with me!" Layla pleaded giving her father puppy dog eyes.

  Steve looks at Y/n as if asking if it was okay. Y/n giggled before nodding.

"Alright only for a little. You better go hide!" Steve said, as Layla shouted "yay!!" before running off to hide.

"Are you sure? I don't want you to feel like I'm making you do everything." Steve asked. Y/n waved him off before leaning in and whispering.

  Little well known fact about Steve he never wanted to be one of those boyfriends/husbands that made their wife to do everything around the house or in general. Whether it stemmed from his own father and his actions or for his actions in the past. So when occurrences like this happens he needs a bit of a reassurance.

"You don't make me do everything plus I'm just cleaning. You are awful at that especially the kitchen! Which is what I'm doing now." She said in a joking manner. Hoping to lighten his guilt.

  Steve huffed at her comment.

"I'm not that bad..." he said.

"At cleaning the kitchen yes you are!" Y/n giggled. "Now go play hide n seek with our daughter." He smiled.

"Alright! Ready or not here I come!" Steve shouted lightly before getting up off the stool at the kitchen island.

He checked around the downstairs before going upstairs and as he was about to walk past Laylas room going into Layla's room until he heard a giggle. Smirking as he headed inside.

"Hmm.. I wonder where Layla is? Is she under her bed?" He said as he checked. "Hmm nope not under there." As he heard another little giggle.

"oh no! She's not under there either! Oh where oh where could she have gone? I guess she's not in here!" Steve said playfully trying to full his daughter. As he neared the closet. Hearing a sweet little giggle again.

Before she slowly opens the door and he grabs her. She lets out a surprised scream and starts laughing as Steve tickles her.

"Ahh! I found you!" Steve said, ticking her as she laughed.

  Layla manages to stands up. "You scared me daddy! But I am so happy you found me!" She said! Wrapping her small arms around his neck.

"Oh I'm sorry I scared you.." Layla pulled away ever so slightly. "It's okay! I forgive you!" Before going back into the hug.

"I love you daddy!" She whispered. Steve smiled hugging and give her a kiss on the forehead.

  Neither of them noticing Y/n leaning on the frame of the door way as she watched how much their daughter adored her father. Steve looked over smiling which Y/n returned.

"Alright. Layla can you please go clean up your toys in the playroom?" Y/n asked. Layla pouted not wanting to do it. Looking at her father with big eyes.

"Layla you have to do it... and after we can go get ice cream!" Steve said trying to bribe her just a bit. Laylas eyes lit up before getting out of her father's arms.

"Okay I'll do it!!" She said excitedly before running out of the room.

Y/n giggled. Giving Steve a 'are you serious look?' Which Steve shrugged his shoulders. Coming up and wrapping his arms around her giving her a kiss on the lips. She kissed back. Leaning against the hug smiling up at him.

"She absolutely adores you. You know that?" Y/n said. Looking at Steve in admiration.

"Well we did have experience before hand." He said, remembering the group of kids who are now all out of school and pursuing their own careers. After everything that happened. They still were all okay.

  Y/n laughed remembering her brother and his friends that coincidentally they both ended up looking after taking the roles of the 'babysitters'.

"And to think of it wasn't for my little punk of a brother we would have never met." Y/n said.

"I really have a lot to thank that little shit for.."

y/n laughed.

"That little shit is going to be your brother in law." She said. Steve sighed before laughing."Now come on you promised us ice cream." Grabbing his hand pulling him away to get their daughter. He laughed shaking his head.

  Thinking how he wouldn't have it any other way...

@borhapgirlforlife19

[fi1nn]

after a long long time Fiin is finally here!! (ﾉ*ФωФ)ﾉ

Actually Fiin is an OC from an RP discord server and was based on me (obviously things have changed and we are totally different people, but to not be confused, I am Finn and they are Fiin).

They dont care about pronouns so it can be really confusing for some people (sorry for u too if ur confused when I write about him).

Born in the Sunset Savannah, she was abandoned in an orphanage and fortunately adopted by loving parents, saving her from an awful situation.

He then moved to the Queendom of Roses and went to school.

However due to some circonstances they were homeschooled until they received his letter to NRC

Her UM allows her to cut the flow of magical energy for a while, until its restored. It doesn't work on everyone as the more the mage is powerful the harder it will be too cut. Also it drains her a lot of energy so she tends to avoid using it (also if you could help me find the name of their um its would really help≡(▔﹏▔)≡)

She LOVES cute things like REALLY. if they think ur cute, you got some real privilege, she will dotes on you like your the most precious thing in his eyes.

However, there are some exceptions, most of the time he will hate you until they start to like you, so a single misstep would be terrible.

(I think and actually hope that in his third year they will start to open up and act more friendly to people).

AND THATS SOME GOOD TRANSITION TO HER RELATIONSHIP CHART

On the discord server they were shipped with jade (cus he is magnificient obvsly) but Im still unsure if I would still ship them

idia is his closest friend but sometimes in her dream she sees two people who she would call their bsf (hes quite confused when he wakes up cus there nobody they know that looks like them)

some relationships would change BUT floyd and fiin would always hate each other(even if they will warm up to each other but shhhhh they will never admit it)

and finally here some doodles of him (～￣▽￣)～(～￣▽￣)～

hope you will like them (*￣3￣)╭(*￣3￣)╭

and sorry if there's any mistakes (￣﹏￣；)

if you want more info on them dont be afraid and ask me (I think its the most completed oc I have (⓿_⓿))

[sunsetmade]

Taking Chances

Rafe Cameron x Reader

Summary: The pouges take pleasure in locking Rafe away, all except for one.

She had felt bad for him. Why? She wasn’t really sure. Yes, he had done some… not-so-good things, but in her eyes, everyone deserved a second chance.

So, every time she saw him, instead of groaning or rolling her eyes like the other pouges, she would give him a soft smile. It was so subtle that she never thought he would even notice. But he did. Her kindness confused him, and sometimes angered him. Why was she so nice to him?

But over time, he grew fond of her soft nature, even though he’d never admit it. And any time he would insult the pouges and give them a hard time, she was always left out of the berating.

This dynamic between them, though, became more complicated as treasure kept getting discovered. She was out regularly searching for the treasure with the pouges, and he was out hunting them.

The hardest time was when they locked Rafe in the tiny closet on a boat they had stolen. His screams to be let out were loud and torturous. She closed her eyes, resting her head on her arm, hoping to drown him out.

“You okay?” Pope asked, placing a hand on her shoulder. She could tell he thought she was becoming seasick, which wasn’t entirely false. She looked up, giving him a weak smile, and nodded. His screams rang out again, and she couldn’t bear it any longer.

“I’m going to bring him some food,” she said quietly, hoping not to seem suspicious.

They nodded, and she grabbed some spare snacks, taking them down to the tiny closet. When she reached the door, she hesitated, his pleads to be let out having stopped. His heavy breaths could still be heard. She took a deep breath and opened the door.

His bloodshot eyes met hers, hard and guarded. She bit the inside of her lip. “I brought you some food,” she said, her voice softer than she intended.

Rafe’s gaze didn’t soften, but he didn’t look away either. He just watched her as she slowly placed the snacks in front of him. After a long silence, she sat down beside him, her body tensed, and eyes scanning his beaten-up clothes and exhausted face.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, just loud enough for him to hear.

Rafe’s eyes snapped to hers, confusion flickering in them. “Sorry?” he repeated, his voice hoarse, raw. “For what? For locking me in here?” His voice was rough, raw, his throat clearly sore from all the screaming. But his words weren’t directed at me—they were more like a challenge, testing the waters of whatever this... this strange connection was between us.

She flinched but didn’t look away. “For everything,” she said quietly. Rafe’s eyes flickered for a moment, the hard, defensive exterior cracking just a little as he saw the raw sincerity in mine. The silence stretched between us, the tension heavy and thick, like the air before a storm.

I wasn’t sure what I was doing there. I wasn’t even sure why I was apologizing to him, of all people. He didn’t deserve my sympathy—he was cruel, dangerous, and had made it clear more than once that he saw the world in black and white. But there was something in his eyes now, a vulnerability, that made my heart ache. Maybe he was always like this, underneath the arrogance and bravado, but no one ever bothered to see it.

I had learned a long time ago that Rafe’s anger wasn’t about me. It wasn’t about anyone, really. It was just the armor he wore to shield himself from the world. I swallowed the lump in my throat, trying to steady my nerves.

“They just want to be careful. Assuming you’re going to trick us again.,” I said softly, but intending for him to listen. “I know that.” He responded. The words tasted bitter as they left my mouth, but it was the truth. The pouges didn’t trust him—hell, I wasn’t sure anyone did. But I also knew that Rafe wasn’t beyond redemption. I could see the flicker of something better in him, if he’d only let himself feel it. But he wouldn’t. Not yet at least.

Rafe turned his gaze toward me again, his eyes narrowing. “You’re not like them,” he muttered, almost to himself. His voice was so quiet, I almost didn’t hear it, but the weight of it lingered in the air. There was something fragile in his tone that caught me off guard.

I blinked, surprised by the admission. “What do you mean?”

He didn’t answer right away, and for a moment, I wondered if I had imagined it. But then he sighed, rubbing his face with his hands, a weary gesture that made him seem older than he was. “They think I’m the bad guy. They always have. But you—” He stopped, as if unsure how to finish the thought.

“I don’t think you’re the bad guy,” I said before I could stop myself, my voice soft but sure. The words felt too honest, too raw, but I couldn’t take them back now.

His gaze held mine for a beat, and something shifted in his expression. It was so fleeting, so quick, that if I hadn’t been watching him so closely, I might have missed it. But there it was. The smallest hint of vulnerability, the barest hint of hope.

“You’re crazy,” he whispered, but there was no malice behind the words. Only disbelief.

I let out a shaky breath, standing up slowly. I knew this wasn’t going to be easy. That somehow, I was walking a dangerous line between kindness and betrayal. But I couldn’t walk away now—not when I finally understood that Rafe Cameron was as broken as everyone else. Maybe more so.

“I’ll see you later,” I said, my voice quieter this time, unsure if I was speaking to him or to myself. He didn’t respond, but his eyes followed me as I turned to leave, his gaze lingering long after the door clicked shut behind me.

As I walked back to the others, my heart was heavy, my mind swirling with thoughts of Rafe. I wasn’t sure what I had done, or if anything would change. But for the first time, I wasn’t afraid of him. I wasn’t afraid to see what was underneath all the hate and anger.

And maybe, just maybe, I was starting to believe that he wasn’t beyond saving.

[buckley-diaztruther]

ive found the more that i read fics and the more I think about it, i really prefer the version of events where eddie doesn't have his own hoe phase before getting with buck. there's a couple reasons to this, one being that I hc eddie as being demisexual. but also because (and somewhat related to this), I don't think Eddie would. Not because it's bad or wrong or that he'd feel ashamed, but because I believe once Eddie is aware of his feelings, he's not going to want anyone but Buck.

there's no need or drive to "experiment" or "practice" because he can do all of that with buck or he can do it by himself. but his heart is gonna be set on buck and if he can't have him then I can easily see Eddie just deciding on playing it solo for the rest of his life.

another aspect which is somvery entirely my own feeling and not one I think is a hard rule, but i get frustrated sometimes with the way media (especially fanfics) take a person coming out as like. a switch flipping from celibate to promiscuity. and while that is such a real and valid experience for so many people, it borders on feeding into the stereotype that queer people (especially gay men) are all whores (i use this word affectionately). like every gay man just has to go out and slut it up every weekend at the club because that's what they all do.

and sometimes i just want to see the equally real and important experience of people who come out and then just. keep living life like normal, but happier because they're living their truth. whether that's bc theyre also ace-spec or just. don't prefer casual sex. and maybe that's me projecting as an ace-spec individual, but also. who doesn't want to see themselves represented on screen?

to me it'd be nice to see and it also, imo, fits eddies character better with what we know of him. sex has always been an obligation or an avoidance tactic for most of his life and that doesn't mean that he is ace-spec but I think it gives a believable reason for why Eddie wouldn't want to just. throw himself out there and see what sticks. and while these opposite can also be true, that his coming out means he can actually enjoy sex for what it is rather than an obligation, Eddie has just never struck me as someone who does casual (he's a nester) and when he tries it does not go well.

it circles back to the "im your first, not your last" concept and the amazing fics that have come from it with buck spiraling about being Eddie's "first". those fics are always great but in the ones where eddie does start sleeping around and dating at bucks insistence, it just felt so wrong to me. because it's turning dating and sex into an obligation for eddie again, something he's only doing because buck told him to. and sure maybe he enjoys it but I think it'd be a similar feeling to how buck used sex as his only option for getting affection or connection with other people to the point that it kinda felt like self harm. and forcing yourself to "get out there and experiment" when you aren't already enthusiastic about it is gonna end up similar, except it's hurting eddie, buck, and potentially whoever eddie is temporarily with because they'll inevitably get their heart broken the way 🤢tommy🤢 said he knew he would.

this has turned into such a huge tangent with tons of projection and im so sorry but also please tell me I'm not alone in this is literally feel ill thinking about it sometimes bc of how hard I relate to eddies journey

[callikari]

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恩海彭·杰伊 x fem!reader !! nombre de mots ──── 3.3k genre , angst , exes to ?? avertissement brief mentions of past heartbreak , guilt , heavy emotional themes

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ViViAN'S LETTER — gradient was a bit hard but its okay!! this and then the hidden love inspired fic is out tmrw night if i have time today and tomorrow ❕❕

you never thought you’d be the type to stare at a blank email draft, fingers hovering over the keyboard, unable to press send.

but here you are.

the cursor blinks at you, waiting. outside, the city is quiet—except for the occasional sound of a car passing by, headlights flickering against your window.

it’s 2:07 a.m., and you should be sleeping. instead, you’re here, thinking about him.

To: parkjongseong92@gmail.com

Subject: (none)

Message:

i don’t even know why i’m writing this. maybe it’s because i can’t sleep. maybe it’s because i heard a song today that reminded me of you. or maybe it’s because no matter how much time passes, i can’t shake the feeling that i left things unfinished.

i hate that i still think about you. i hate that you still feel like home, even when i know i can’t go back. but the worst part? i don’t even hate you.

i wish i did. it would make this easier. but you were never the one who hurt me. you were just caught in the crossfire. and instead of holding on, i let you go.

i keep replaying that night in my head. the way you looked at me, confused, frustrated—heartbroken. i think that’s what hurts the most. knowing that i hurt you when all you ever did was try to love me.

i hope you’re doing okay. i hope you’re happy. you deserve to be.

i’m sorry.

(Sent at 2:10 am)

your finger hovers over the send button.

your heart pounds.

before you can stop yourself, you press it.

you don’t expect a reply.

but for the next two days, you check your phone more often than you’d like to admit. each time, disappointment settles in your chest like a weight.

it’s fine. you tell yourself you sent the email for closure, not for a response.

but then—

your phone buzzes.

you glance at the screen, expecting it to be something unimportant. but when you see the name, your breath catches.

jay: let’s talk.

the coffee shop is the same.

it looks exactly like it did when you last came here together. the same wooden tables, the same dim lighting, the same warm scent of freshly brewed coffee filling the air.

you hesitate at the door, taking a shaky breath before stepping inside.

jay is already there.

he’s sitting by the window, fingers wrapped around a cup of coffee. when he notices you, he straightens slightly, eyes meeting yours.

he looks different.

a little older. a little more tired.

but still jay.

you swallow the lump in your throat and make your way over to him.

he stands up when you reach the table. for a moment, neither of you speak.

“hi,” you say.

“hi,” he replies.

he gestures to the seat across from him. you sit down, the silence between you stretching, filled with unspoken words.

he looks at you for a long moment before breaking the silence.

“i got your email.”

you nod, staring down at your hands. “i wasn’t expecting a response.”

he exhales, running a hand through his hair. “yeah, well. i wasn’t expecting you to send it.”

you hesitate before speaking again. “i meant it. all of it.”

he nods slowly. “i know.” his voice is soft. careful. “but i need to know… why now?”

you take a deep breath before meeting his gaze.

“because i finally realized that losing you hurt more than anything else.”

jay’s lips press together, his fingers tapping against his coffee cup.

“i waited for you, you know,” he says after a moment. “i wanted you to believe me. to believe in us.”

guilt twists in your stomach. “i know.”

“but you didn’t.”

you look down. “i wasn’t ready.”

jay looks away, exhaling through his nose. “and now?”

you hesitate.

“i don’t know,” you admit. “but i want to try.”

silence.

your heart pounds as you wait for him to say something—anything.

for a second, you’re terrified that this is it. that he’s going to tell you it’s too late.

but then—

“okay,” he says.

you blink, surprised. “okay?”

he nods. “yeah.”

he lifts his coffee to his lips, taking a slow sip before meeting your gaze again.

“let’s try.”

the first time you see him again after that, it’s strange.

it’s careful.

you meet at the same coffee shop, sitting across from each other, still a little uncertain. the conversation is hesitant, filled with pauses. but it’s not bad.

it’s just… different.

but as the days pass, something shifts.

the carefulness fades, little by little. the silences aren’t as heavy. the conversations aren’t as forced.

one evening, he laughs at something you say, and the sound is so familiar it almost makes your chest ache.

it’s been a long time since you last heard jay laugh like that.

you smile.

things don’t go back to the way they were overnight.

there are moments of doubt. moments where you wonder if this was the right decision, if you should’ve just let the past stay in the past.

but then there are moments where everything feels right.

like when you’re walking together, and he instinctively steps closer to the street, shielding you from passing cars.

like when he remembers your coffee order, handing you a cup without you even having to ask.

like when he looks at you with that same warmth in his eyes—the one you thought you’d lost forever.

one night, you’re sitting together in his car, parked outside your apartment.

you’re both quiet, listening to the rain tapping against the windshield.

“can i ask you something?” you finally say.

he nods. “of course.”

you hesitate before speaking. “did you ever hate me? after everything?”

he’s silent for a moment.

then he shakes his head. “no. never.”

you swallow hard. “even when i walked away?”

“even then,” he says softly. “i was angry. i was hurt. but i never hated you.”

you look down at your hands. “i think i hated myself for a long time.”

jay reaches over, his fingers brushing yours. you freeze for a moment before letting him intertwine your hands together.

“you don’t have to do that anymore,” he murmurs.

your throat tightens. you squeeze his hand.

you don’t know where this is going.

but for the first time in a long time, you let yourself believe that maybe, just maybe, this isn’t the end.

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[alltheboysandgirlsiloved]

There's one scene that I need to see in jwct S3 and that we will probably never get.

Seeing as Ben's girlfriend is real, I want Ben to actually confront the rest of the Nublar Five (Brooklynn is obviously excused because she's in her toxic evil yuri era), why they didn't believe him when he said that he had a girlfriend. And I want them to answer honestly. Because they didn't believe him, not in season 1 (maybe except from Yaz) and clearly on their way to Ben's gf, they were still veeeery dubious about this. Like... The impossibility of Ben's gf existence was the running thought during all conversations about Ben's girlfriend. More than that. In the trailer for season 3, we can also see Kenji and Yaz doubting this too! (And Yaz seemed supportive in S1 while Kenji didn't know back then).

So I want to know, because it was framed like this on purpose. For me as a viewer, it's obvious why they framed it like that (yes, it was suggestive, it's a classic "he's telling that she's real but she's not" and don't even try to argue with me about that). But I want to know why they reacted like that from the jwct universe's point of view.

Why they didn't believe their best friend?

I would really like to know, and I suspect that it will never be brought up ever. They will maybe apologise "hey, man, sorry for doubting you" but that will probably be all. But I truly would love to know the reason why seemingly all of them were convinced that she wasn't real.

Because Ben is... He's a catch really, let's be real? He's a bit of an odd-ball yes, but he's lovely, sweet, kind and caring, he's smart and passionate. He's Tall and from what we can tell well-built, and he is objectively handsome. There's a lot to love about Ben and Nublar Six knows that because they love him the most with all his quirks and oddities. So... Why. Was it so hard to believe? And don't tell me "well, he doesn't seem like the type to enter a long distance relationship". His long distance friendship with the Nublar speaks for itself. "Well, he doesn't seem like the type to be in a relationship". Honestly? Looking at Nublar, I'd sooner point at Darius as a potential "not the type for relationships" kind of guy (yes, yes, I haven't forgotten about the Brooklynn plotline, dw).

And anyway, if I was Ben. I'd like to know. What was so hard to believe.

We will never find out, I guess. I don't have high hopes for that.

[dandylion240]

“It’s fixed” Brendan announced coming out of Jonah’s room. “I replaced the window, including locks.”

“Thanks dad” Ethan smiled his gratitude.

“Have you called the police” Brendan asked scratching his head.

“I did” he looked down at Jonah who was currently using his lap as his pillow. He didn’t want to disturb him but he didn’t want to have this conversation in front of him either.

“It’s alright” Jonah murmured sitting up “I should get lunch ready.”

“Supper” Riley said gently helping him up. “It’s past five already.”

“Oh” his eyes darkened as he leaned on his dad. “Eli must be starving.”

“Eli’s fine” Riley assured him guiding him into the kitchen. “Jackson took him and our boys to the park. They’re even planning a sleepover at our house.”

When Jonah was out of earshot Ethan joined his dad. “The police are making drive by’s but they’re not dedicating much man power to looking for this guy.”

“I suppose it’s not high on their priority list” Brendan agreed. “Nothing was taken and Jonah wasn’t hurt except for a few bruises…” He could tell by the look in his son’s eyes that he didn’t agree with his assessment. “I’m sorry. I’m just trying to look at it from their point of view.”

“I know. I hate to think what might have happened if I hadn’t come back.” He swiped a hand across his eyes “he’s been through so much.”

Clapping a hand on his son’s back “I’m proud of you son.”

Frowning he stared at his feet. “Why? I’m only doing what needs to be done. There’s nothing heroic about it.”

“You’re here” Brendan squeezed his son's shoulder. “That means more than you know. You didn’t run away or look for the easy way out.”

“I suppose” looking behind him towards the soft voices of tha man he loved being cajoled into eating by his dad. Groaning he shook his head “I suppose now I’ll have to endure hearing how Jayden’s little set up worked forever now.”

“I’m afraid so son” patting his back. “It could be worse.”

It was on the tip of his tongue to ask how but he restrained himself. Ethan didn’t want to think about that scenario “Are you leaving” he asked seeing his dad gathering his tools together. He hadn’t expected the panic that coursed through him making him weak.

“Don’t worry” Brendan grinned “I’m just going home for a change of clothes and a nap. I’ll be back later to keep watch.”

“Watch” he asked confused.

“We’re taking turns watching the house.”

Relief poured through Ethan “I don’t know what to say.”

“Don’t say anything” he turned to leave “just focus on Jonah. That’s your one and only concern right now. Leave it to the rest of us to keep you safe.”

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