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Lie with me? (Lena Riggi x F!Reader)

HIHIHIHIHI I'm so excited to post this, my first ever wlw fic ahhhhh. I also collabed with the lovely, amazing and talented @footprintsinthesxnd who did the most incredible moodboard for this story. Warning this is angsty but also fluffy at the same time! I hope you all enjoy. I literally whipped this out tonight cause I was feeling inspired! Also again go checkout @footprintsinthesxnd moodboard it is seriously so stunning!

(Also also, forgot to say this fic was requested by @luckynumber4)

This is based on the hboshow and the actors who portray the characters no hate to anyone involved.

Y/N was strong and confident, something that came naturally to her. Being raised in a house full of boys taught her to fend for herself from an early age. She was just as fast as them, just as strong, and even smarter, well she liked to say she was. 

It wasn’t until her oldest brother was shipped away with the marines she saw how fragile they all really were. The boys she knew as tough, brave and courageous, were now not so. It wasn’t long for her older brother to be shipped back, missing both his legs. Y/N couldn’t even look at him, the pain she felt when she saw him was immense, crippling. 

Her second oldest brother died in action, and soon most of the men she loved so dearly were either shells of themselves or buried on foreign soil. 

“Mama.” Y/N presented herself in full marine attire to her mother who sat at the kitchen table reading. 

“No.” Her mother uttered softly, before bursting into tears. “James please talk some sense into her.” Her mother bawled as her father just shook his head, disappointment across his face. 

“Don’t do this, Y/N. Have you not seen your brothers?” He yelled angrily, his face red. 

“I have Pa, that’s why I am going. There is no stopping me, I’m leaving in 10 minutes.” Her mother wept into her father’s arms. 

“I can’t lose you too, please Y/N. Don’t go, I beg of you.” 

But there was no changing her mind, Y/N had made her decision a long time ago. 

Her oldest brother wheeled himself into the kitchen, grabbing at Y/N’s arm. 

“Rethink this!” He pleaded. “Y/N trust me it isn’t worth it. Nothing is worth it.” Tears welled in his eyes. Y/N could only give him a sad smile, placing a kiss gently to his cheek. 

No one walked her to the bus stop, she marched down by herself. This is for them, I need to fight for them. 

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“Welcome, Y/L/N. This will be your barracks for your stay here.” The Lieutenant said before leaving, Y/N saluted the woman as she walked away. 

This was going to be the hardest months before she went away to fight in the Pacific. She would learn all she needed to know to survive and fight the Japanese, so they could finally win the war. 

Y/N was determined to be the best of the best. She needed to show her family that she could do it and she was just as strong and brave as her brothers that came before her. 

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“Pick it up, Y/L/N! Let’s move it!” The Lieutenant screamed in her face, as Y/N picked up the machine gun and ran with it. It was heavy and clunky, a pain to run with, but it was important that she had this skill down pact. Sweat dripped from her forehead, as her face was flushed red from all the exercise she was doing. 

It got easier over time as she picked up the skills, soon she was flying through the obstacle course and hitting almost every target with the machine gun. 

“Good work private!” She smiled, feeling pleased with herself. She could imagine how proud her parents would be of her when she comes home. 

“Get some food ladies. Then back to your barracks. We will be up early, so get some sleep.” The privates saluted as the Lieutenant left. The girls walked to the mess hall together, chatting about their day. 

Y/N walked into the mess hall, her eyes flitted around the room, scanning who had arrived from the other platoons for dinner. 

Y/N stopped in her tracks, her eyes glued to the woman smiling at the man who had dropped his plate onto the floor. Y/N couldn’t stop herself, finding her legs moved without her permission. She suddenly was standing in front of the woman, her mouth hung open as she tried to think of something to say. She hadn’t planned this through well. 

“Are you ok, private?” The woman smiled at her, almost sending her melting to the floor.

“Ah-ah, um, ah.” Y/N stumbled over her words, the dark haired woman chuckled at her. She watched her waiting for her to spit something out. 

“Do you need any help?” But by the time the words left her mouth most of the food had been cleared up off the floor. 

“No it’s ok, private…” She tilted her head signalling she wanted to know her name. 

“Y/L/N. But you can call me Y/N.” Y/N raised out her hand for the other woman to shake. The raven haired woman raised from the ground taking Y/N’s hand in hers. 

“Nice to meet you. I’m Sergeant Lena Riggi.” Y/N could help but grin like a giddy little school girl. She couldn’t put her finger on what made her feel so light and bubbly, she had never felt this feeling before. 

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“You’re going to get us all killed out there Y/L/N.” Screamed her Lieutenant. She flinched away from the harsh voice. 

She huffed, annoyed at herself. Her focus was pulled, she wasn’t onto it as she normally was. 

The brown haired Sergeant was to blame. All Y/N could think about was her. She hardly ate, spending most of the meals just watching Lena smile and talk to people. Y/N silently begged that she would look over and their eyes would meet, and that she would come over to talk to her, but she never did.

“What’s the matter with you Y/N?” One of the other privates asked as they headed back to their barrack to get some shut eye before doing it all over again the next day. 

“I have no idea. But I do think I know how to stop it.” Y/N paused in her step, turning quickly on her heel and running back in the direction they had come from. 

“Y/N, where are you going? What about lights out?” Her friend called to her.

“Don’t wait up!” She yelled over her shoulder as she sprinted away. 

Y/N burst into the mess hall. It was quiet, the normally bustling room, now empty. 

“Hello?” Y/N called into the air. But there was no response. She sighed in defeat, turning back to the door. 

“Private Y/L/N?” Lena questioned. Y/N spun around a smile spread across her face. But then it quickly turned into a scowl. 

“I need to talk to you Seargent.” Y/N said as she walked closer to the lady, noting her pretty lips were painted in a crimson red, it stood out nicely in contrast to the white uniform she wore. 

“What’s the problem?” Lena asked, her head tilting slightly as she did so, Y/N willed her stomach to settle and stop the somersaults it was trying to attempt. 

“I am distracted.” Y/N stated firmly, staring at Lena, who looked perplexed.

“What seems to be distracting you?” Lena queried. 

“You.” Y/N said plainly, there was no other way to put it. Lena had wormed her way into Y/N’s mind and nothing she did to get her out worked. 

“Y/N, that’s very blunt of you.” Lena scoffed, taken aback by the direct words of the private.  

“I can’t stop thinking about you. I don’t know why. I have never felt this way.” Y/N rambled on, not knowing how to stop her mouth going a million miles an hour. 

“What are you feeling?” Lena said softly, her kind eyes shining in the light.

“I feel giddy and happy and queasy and nervous and excited, everything, I’m feeling everything.” Y/N blurted.

“I guess that is a lot to feel.” Lena chuckled, agreeing with the private who stood in front of her. 

“But it’s because of you, I am feeling this all because of you. Why?” Y/N didn’t realise her words until it was too late. She had confessed her true feelings. 

“Have you ever liked someone Y/N?” Lena asked.

“Yeah, I like my friends, my…” Y/N started to say. 

“No, like, as in like you want to kiss them.” Lena explained to the now red faced woman. 

“I, uh, no.” Y/N shook her head. She had never had crushes at school, all of her friends were swooning over boys whereas she couldn’t care less. 

“Do you perhaps like men?” Lena asked gently. Y/N shook her head again. 

“No, I have never liked them. I just thought I hadn’t found the right one yet.” Y/N admitted, biting her lip slightly. Lena walked closer to Y/N. She froze as Lena approached. She stood in front of the private, reaching forward, extending her hand for Y/N to take it. Y/N glanced at the outstretched hand back up to Lena’s kind brown eyes. 

She reached out her hand, Lena took it in her’s. Just from the smallest touch, shivers ran up Y/N spine as goosebumps arose on her skin. 

“What do you feel when I do this?” Lena asked softly, not taking her voice above a whisper. 

“A lot.” Y/N professed. Lena let a soft chuckle fall from her lips. 

“Can you describe it?” Lena prompted Y/N. 

“I feel hot, nervous, like I’m on fire. Where our hands touch feels like electricity.” Y/N breathed the words softly. 

“Mmh, me too.” Lena agreed, feeling the sparks from the small touch. Y/N looked up in surprise, she felt it too?    

“Don’t look at me like that Y/N.” Lena blushed, turning away. Y/N moved without thinking, her free hand shot out from her side and stopped Lena in her movement. Her fingers gently cupped Lena’s chin as she moved her face back to the front.    

“Can I kiss you?” Y/N uttered the words softly as if saying them would pull her from the daydream she was clearly in. Lena didn’t say any words but lent in gently, Y/N followed suit. Soon their noses were touching, and Y/N could feel the tickle of Lena’s breath on her face. 

“Close your eyes.” Lena whispered, Y/N did so immediately. She waited patiently for anything.

Lena’s soft lips pressed into Y/N. The kiss was delicate, like kissing a flower. Y/N had never felt anything like this before, like she was going to explode and melt at the same time. Like she could do anything, but also like she was small and fragile at the same time. 

Y/N hungrily pressed her lips to Lena’s needing more than the gentle peck she was receiving. Lena sighed in content wrapping her arms around Y/N neck pulling her closer. 

Never had Y/N felt more alive, she was so happy she could cry. Her hands coming up to cup Lena’s face in her palms. 

They finally pulled away breathless. They couldn’t help the grin that spread on their faces. 

“Well I don’t think that solved my problem.” Y/N laughed, knowing that all she would ever think about now was the stunning woman who stood in front of her, who gave her her first kiss. 

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The pair were inseparable, never far from each other, and even when they had to be apart the other was all they could think of. In their leaves they often went to the beach, splashing in the waves together sharing salty kisses in the sand. 

“We should run away together.” Lena poked Y/N in the side, as she lay on her chest soaking up the last of the warm rays of sun, before it dipped beyond the horizon. 

“You said that last time Len’s.” Y/N smiled, kissing the top of her lover's head, her hand rubbing circles on her back. 

“I mean it!” Lena sat up a cheeky grin on her lips. 

“I know you do!” Y/N chuckled. “But I have something to tell you.” Y/N’s smile faded, she was dreading having to share this news. 

“No, Y/N, no. You said you wouldn’t.” Lena’s face dropped seeing Y/N’s expression. 

“I have too. This is why I am here.” Y/N spoke her truth, the whole reason she had joined. Sure Lena was something she had found along the way, and she couldn’t be happier that they met. But it was something she needed to do for herself and for her family.   

“I ship out in two days.” Y/N admitted, Lena’s face contorted into anger. 

“Y/N! Two days!” Lena’s face was lined with sadness. “Fine, if you’re going I’m coming with you!” Lena huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. Now Y/N was sitting up.

“But!” Y/N protested. 

“No! No Y/N we are going to do it together, that is final!” Lena tone said that there was no arguing with her. 

“Fine, but can we just enjoy the time we have left before we leave?” Y/N asked, the sun was almost setting, and she didn’t want to miss it. 

Y/N lay back down on her towel, opening her arms wide for Lena to join her again. 

“Lie with me?” Y/N asked, pouting. A smile pulled to Lena’s lips. As she nodded, laying back down in their original position again.   

“Beautiful.” Y/N commented. 

“The sunset is always beautiful.” Lena nodded in agreement. 

“Who said I was talking about the sunset?” Y/N grinned, as Lena swatted playfully at her giggling. 

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Y/N couldn’t help gag as another bout of nausea made her stomach roll uncomfortably. 

“Are you alright my love?” Lena whispered under her breath. Y/N nodded, giving a weak smile to Lena. 

“Yeah, I just need to get off this boat.” Y/N said. They had been on boats for days, she was finally ready for her feet to be on solid ground again. The Higgins boat was heading for shore, as explosions boomed around them. Y/N’s heart leapt with each head splitting blast. Y/N could barely move, they had shoved as many marines into the boats as they could. 

Y/N heart beat so loud in her ears it was almost as loud as the planes soaring overhead. The beach was getting closer. She could just make it out over the top of the front of the boat. People running around over the sand, falling, firing, explosions. 

Lena’s hand gripped onto Y/N’s squeezing for reassurance. They would make it. They would get to be together and live a happy life. Y/N repeated it in her head like a mantra. 

The boat finally ran aground, the bow ramp lowering to the ground exposing them to the scene in front of them. There was no waiting, no courtesy to let them get out, the women at the front immediately were gunned down by an unseen weapon.  

“MOVE!” The others yelled charging forward. Y/N and Lena were pulled apart by the marines who tore forwards, keen to be out of the boat. Y/N’s legs moved, carrying her out the boat and onto the white sand that was now marred with blood and soot. The beach had a steep incline leaving them at a disadvantage being on lower ground. Y/N lay on her belly crawling forward, watching the carnage play out around her. Bodies were strewn across the land, she watched as countless marines were gunned down. Dropping like flies had a whole new meaning to her.  

She couldn’t see the enemy but they definitely could see her, firing multiple shots into the sand just in front of where she lay. Y/N needed to keep moving forward or she would be pinned down by the onslaught of fire. 

Y/N got to her feet, sprinting up the beach, she dove into the nearest foxhole. Taking refuge quickly before she could move on again, if she timed it right she could leapfrog further and further up the beach. While they reloaded she could make a break for it to the next hole further up. 

“Y/N!” She knew the voice that called to her, she swung around seeing Lena dive in behind her. 

“Lena, thank god you’re alright.” Y/N sighed in relief to see that she was all in one piece. Y/N quickly told her plan to Lena who nodded along agreeing it was a good idea. 

They ducked for cover as a round was fired into the side of the hole they sheltered in. The round stopped, meaning they were reloading.

“Let’s go!” Y/N called to Lena. They sprang out of the hole together, running up the hill to the next foxhole. They had to dodge stray bullets that sprayed past them, bodies that lay on the floor, explosions that sent sand into their eyes and face like sharp needles. 

Again they jumped into the hole. The plan seemed to be going well, but Y/N wasn’t one to count her eggs before they’d hatched. They had only made it halfway, and when they got to the top there was no cover for them. They had to make it off the beach completely and into the jungle where there could possibly be some safety.    

The firing stopped, Lena and Y/N wasted no time leaving the hole to move forward again. But the bullets started again. 

“Get down!” Y/N cried dropping to the floor. Her eyes glanced at Lena who still stood. Y/N’s world stopped, everything moving in slow motion. She watched as the bullet lodged itself in Lena’s chest, a strangled scream leaving her lips as she fell to the ground. Her hands reaching up to suppress the pain, blood seeped through the green uniform she wore. 

“No!” A cry left Y/N’s lips. 

She moved fast, grabbing Lena by her top and hauling her into the safety of the hole. Lena screamed as Y/N dragged her, her hands crimson with blood, just like the colour of her lips the first night they kissed. 

“Corpsman!” Y/N shouted at the top of her lungs, putting pressure on the wound. “Lena you’re ok! Hold on for me!” Y/N pleaded, her vision blurred with tears. 

“CORPSMAN!” Y/N yelled again, her voice breaking from the strain. She stood up to see if anyone was out there, only to be met with a round of bullets, each one finding their target. 

The breath left her throat, the searing pain making her mute. Y/N dropped to her knees beside Lena. 

“My love, my love!” Lena clawed at Y/N. 

“I can still get someone!” Y/N said her voice strained, barely able to breath from the pain. 

“My love.” Whispered Lena, Y/N turned her attention to her. A sad smile sat on her lips.

“Lie with me?” Lena asked. Y/N nodded, groaning as she laid beside Lena in the sand, just as they had done three days before. But this time they weren’t admiring the sunset. 

Lena’s hand found her’s clasping onto it as if for dear life. 

“I love you.” Y/N uttered, her breath ragged and laboured, she could feel herself fading quickly. 

“I love you.” Lena whispered, squeezing her hand tightly. Y/N couldn’t bear to look over to her lover as she felt her grip finally loosen. Y/N shuddered, taking her last breath before stilling as well.

From the sky you could see them, still in the foxhole, still holding hands, as the war raged on without them. No one seemed to notice the two lovers who shared their last moments with each other before they left this world. Y/N, like her brothers that had fallen before her, would be buried on foreign land. But she would be with the one she loved the most, so in a way she was home. 

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Obsession

Demon! Stripper! Kai x Reader 

Warning: Smut 

Requested by: @ninibears-erigom​

Moodboard by: @lovely-kpopp-blog​

Word Count: 8.6k 

A/N: I hope you enjoy!!! 

All your life you had been told to stay away from the Southside of your city. You were taught from an early age that the Demon’s who lived over there were monsters, as you could have already guessed. Your mother warned you time and time again that your soul would be stripped from inside you, taken by the monsters and given to the devil, who would then have a claim on your life. He would be able to force you to do whatever he asked of you, even if you tried to fight it. She instilled so much fear into you that you never went close enough to even see that side of the city. You always remained in the protection of the north side, the side of the humans. It wasn’t to say that you were never curious about the Southside though. Whenever you heard your friends talk about it, it peaked your curiosity but you had never been brave enough to defy your mother and end up in more trouble than you’d be able to handle. Through out the years your eagerness to see for yourself what it was truly like. If your mother had made up some sort of fictional concoction of a story to keep your far away, if your friends were in fact correct about it being a fun place to go. It wasn’t until one of your coworkers and friend, Angie had asked you if you wanted to go to her birthday party on Saturday. You had spent most of your time working too much, never allowing yourself to take a break to have any type of fun, so you immediately agreed. You had made the mistake of not asking where it was going to be held. Once Saturday rolled around, you were told to be ready for 9pm, that the party bus would be stopping by your place to pick you up. You took extra time that evening to do your makeup, giving yourself a smoky eye with red lips. You slipped on your little black dress, pairing it with a pair of red heels. Your hair down, curled almost to perfection. You were excited. At 9pm on the dot, you hear a few honks from outside. Quickly you grab your purse and your phone before heading out to be greeting by Angie and a few of your close friends. “Let’s go!” Angie yelled with a glass of champagne in one hand and a shot of something in the other. Your friends pass you shot after shot, trying to get you up to their level of drunk. It doesn’t take much for you, considering it had been months since you last drank heavily. You were far too preoccupied with drinking, dancing and laughing to notice where the bus was headed. It wasn’t until it had stopped and opened its doors that you realized you didn’t recognize the part of town you were in. “Where are we?” you laugh, getting out of your seat. “Southside at a strip club called Obsession.” Lisa smiles. “Southside?” you whisper, feeling a little panicked. “I know you’ve never been, and your mom told you some God-awful lies about it but trust me, you’re going to be fine. This club..” Angie pauses taking a deep breath while fanning herself. “Has the sexiest men I’ve ever seen" she huffs, making a lustful face. ‘Don’t worry, we’ll be with you the whole time" your other friend Jennie smiles. Taking a deep breath you nod your head, linking arms with your friends before walking into the club. The first thing you notice is the amount of smoke lingering in the room. Definitely wasn’t cigarette smoke, but from a smoke machine. The red lights didn’t do much to help the darkness, the music was over powering, you could feel the bass vibrate through your body as you walked further in. But somehow you felt.. at peace, calm and excited. Your nerves vanished the moment you walked in and was replaced with excitement. Looking over to your left, you see a crowd of women fawning over the dancer who was clearly enjoying the abundance of attention he was receiving. “That’s Suho" Jennie whispered in your ear. “He’s a very popular dancer.” You could definitely see why, his red hair stood out significantly, his muscular arms and abs were a sight for sore eyes. Moving along you come across a few more dancers on side stages like Suho, all of them with swarms of women desperately trying to get the men to notice them. “Chanyeol and Baekhyun and Yixing” Jennie tells you. “They’re very popular as well, along with Chen and Sehun over there" she says, pointing to two more overly attractive and muscular men on the other side of the room, all with the same amount of women surrounding their stages. “Why have you never brought me here before?” you question, even though you were pretty sure you already knew the answer. “You know why" Lisa chimes in, giving you a look. The four of you manage to get front row seats at the main stage, which was currently empty at the moment. “Whose stage is this?” you ask, placing your bag at your feet, and taking off your jacket. “His name is Kai.” Angie says. “He is the most popular one here. His moves are.. well they’re the work of the devil, I’m sure. He’s sinful, a delicious tease, the most seductive man.” “Avoid making eye contact unless you’re prepared to be wrapped around his finger” Lisa laughs. From behind you, a man clears his throat. “Hello ladies, my name is Minseok, can I get you beauties anything to drink?” he asks with a devilish smile. Why and how were all the men who worked here literally the most perfect men you had ever seen. They looked and acted exactly like humans, minus the obvious almost black eyes they all had. “Four rounds of tequila shots" Angie yells over the music with a big smile. Minseok chuckles slightly before nodding his head, and heading over to the bar. “I so want to fuck him" Lisa groans, watching him walk away while biting her lip. If you were being honest, you’d probably fuck anyone of them. That was, until Kai came out, and then your eyes couldn’t leave him as much as you tried. “Ladies, ladies, I hope you’re all ready for the main show tonight" the announcer says over the speaker. As soon as the first words left his mouth every single woman who had been previous melting over the other men, were now surrounded at the main stage, eagerly waiting the one everyone was obsessed with. “Welcome to the stage, Kai" he yells. You can barely hear the music over the loud shrieks of women behind you. Though, it quiets down awfully quick when the lights suddenly shut off, leaving you all in the darkness. As the music begins to get louder, a single spot light shines in the middle of the stage, you look right at the light, as you slowly see a man emerge from the darkness. The moment he enters the light, your jaw drops. This man, was the most handsome man you had ever seen in your entire life. Your heart raced as you walked him smile a sincere smile, and then like the flip of a switch turn into this incredibly sexy monster. The way his hips moved, his slow thrusts into the air, the devious smile that crossed his lips, everything about him hypnotized you, especially the blue hair that stood out on him. Kai takes a small running start, before getting on his knees, sliding towards the front of the stage. Directly in front of you. For a moment his eyes connect with yours, a smile creeping across his face as he stares at you. He sneakily winks at you before moving on to pay attention to other women. Your heart beats even faster, you find it hard as you try to catch your breath. “Now for the first time ever, one lucky woman will be brought on stage for a special dance. Who should it be?” the man over the P.A system announces. Everyone screams, begging for him to choose them. But you, you just sit there, still concentrated on Kai as you watch him smiling at everyone, while he tries to pick a special lady. He stands in front of you, a smirk on his face as he walks down the stares to stand directly in front of you, his hand extended. You slowly raise your head, your eyes meeting with his for a second time tonight. You feel a lump in your throat as you gently place your hand in his, everything else surrounding you is tuned out. It’s just you and him, up on the stage. “I’ve never seen you here before.” He whispers in your ear as he sits you down before straddling you. “My first time” you whisper back, nervously. “My friends brought me" “Well I am certainly glad they did" he smirks, beginning to grind himself on you. You feel almost paralyzed as Kai dances on you. You can hear your friends loudly rooting for you, and the other woman praising him. You’re still unsure of what to do with yourself, having this be your very first lap dance, you didn’t think you could touch him, although you wanted too badly. Your time passes in a blur. Kai steps away from you, offering you his hand again to pull you up, helping you down the stairs and back to your friends. You didn’t know what this feeling was that took over you, but you already wanted to see him again. As the night came to an end, you didn’t want to go home. You didn’t want to leave this club, you wanted to talk to him, to touch him. Your friends had to practically drag you out and back to the bus. That night as you laid in your bed, you swore you could still feel the lingering touches of his finger tips. You could feel his bulge grinding against you, leaving you yearning for more. You dreamt of the all the things you would do to him if you ever had the chance. The nasty things you never thought you’d be into came into play in your dreams. Waking up the next morning, you made a conscious decision to go back to the Southside. You mainly wanted to explore the forbidden side of town that you always wondered about, but a huge part of you desperately wanted to find Kai again. You didn’t know if he would even be interested in you but in this moment you didn’t care. You had no reservations about your plans, so you hopped out of bed and began getting yourself ready. An hour later, you’re exiting your taxi, that refused to cross the boarder to the other side of town, claiming he needed to keep his soul to enter heaven. You’d gladly give yours up if it meant you got to meet Kai again. Slowly, you walk down the sidewalks, admiring the large amount of stores, restaurants and coffee shops. You didn’t understand what your mother thought was so terrifying about this place. It was almost exactly like the North side, buy the people were just a little different.. and not human but you didn’t mind. You walked for a few hours before stumbling upon a small hole in the wall type coffee shop. With a smile on your face you walk in and up to the counter to order an iced coffee. You sat down at a table, admiring the small shop when you heard a few men a few tables away from you, murmur about a human in the shop. The nerves that you didn’t have before crept up into your stomach, making you want to leave as quickly as possible. As you impatiently waited for your coffee, you could hear them talk about how they wanted you, some of the things they would do to you if they had a chance to get their hands on you. You quickly stood up from your table, just as your coffee was set down in front of you. You mumbled a quick thank you before grabbing it and heading for the door. Peaking behind your shoulder, you see the men stand up and begin walking to the door the same time as you, their sights clearly set on you. You never should have done this. Clearly humans weren’t always welcome into every place on this side. Exiting the building, you quicken your pace down the sidewalk, the men’s foot steps behind you becoming louder as they keep up with your pace. You turn the first corner you find, now running to try and get out of their sight. You begin to pass by and alley, when a hand reaches out for you, pulling you in before softly slamming you against the brick building. Your eyes are closed, you’re terrified of what’s going to happen. The persons hand covers you mouth, not allowing you to scream, their body pressed against yours. “Don’t make a sound” the man whispers in your ear. Something about his voice is so familiar to you, it’s dark but calming, husky but smooth. You slightly peak one eye open, and are surprised yet relieved to see Kai is the one pressing his muscular body against you. The two of you stand still for a few moments, hearing the men shout, trying to find you. They pass by the alley without a look and continue on with their search. Kai releases you from his hold, stepping back from you. “I thought Demon’s were supposed to be good trackers or something” you said, a little confused. You had always been told that they would always find you if you tried to escape from them. Kai lets out a small chuckle. “That’s the first thing you say?” he questions. “but most of us are excellent trackers, like me and then some.. are not, like them” he explains. “Were you tracking me?” you ask, knowing it was probably a long shot but you felt the need to ask anyways. “I was.” He admits. “I almost crossed the boarder to the North side" he smiles. “Why?” you question. “Why did you want to find me?” “The same reason you came here to find me. You felt the pull, didn’t you?” he asks, stepping closer to you. “You wanted more from me last night, just like I wanted to strip you down and fuck you right on that stage. I almost wish I would have too" he whispers in your ear, tucking a strand of hair behind you ear. “I..” you begin but stop, not sure how to respond. “What do you want?” he asks. “Do you want me to fuck you?” Before your brain can even process what he was saying to you, your mouth had already answered. “Yes" you huff. Kai steps back from you again, putting a good amount of distance between you, which you didn’t like. “Come find me at the club tonight, around 1am.” He smiles before beginning to walk away. Before he gets too far he turns around to look at you one last time. “But this time, try not to get yourself in trouble” he winks before practically disappearing. Taking a deep breath, you quickly find your way back to the boarder and back to your side of town. You head home, ready to take a long ass nap after the eventful day you just had. As you crawl into bed, your phone rings before you can close your eyes. You groan as you see it’s your mother calling. You did not want to deal with any of her shit today, although you did kind of want to tell her that you crossed the boarder, but she might actually try to drag you back to your childhood home, despite you being in your late twenties. “Hello, mother” you sigh into your phone. “Where have you been? I’ve been trying to get a hold of you all afternoon" she yells. “I went out for a bit and forgot my phone. Sorry" you yawn. “You stayed on our side right? You know what will happen if you cross that boarder.” She says, her voice harsh. “Good lord mother, I’m old enough to make my own decisions. And for your information, I did cross the border to explore, and you know what? Nothing happened to me. I still have my soul.” You told her. The line was silent for a few second before the line went dead. She was so dramatic. Tossing your phone down, you rolled over, closing your eyes and quickly falling into a deep sleep, dreaming about Kai, again. ** At 12:30am, you made your way back to the border, hoping to maybe catch Kai's last dance of the night before the two of you went off to do whatever he had planned. Walking into the club, you felt the same sense of calmness you did on the first night you were there. Without any hesitation you made your way to the main stage where Kai was already dancing. Luckily for you, you managed to snag the a vacant front row seat, unnoticed by the other women who were too busy watching him slowly take his clothes off. You had to remind yourself more than once to close your mouth, not wanting to end up drooling everywhere. As the show came to an end, Kai was left in what you could only describe as a small speedo, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. You could tell he had a hard cock, and you couldn’t wait for him to stretch you out. Before he walks off stage he motions to you to head back stage to meet him. You can’t get rid of the smile across your face as you leave the crowd of disappointed women behind you to follow the sex god. When he asked you if you wanted to go over to his house, you should have said no. You didn’t even know this man, but somehow you felt like you could trust him. Ever since the dance he gave you, you couldn’t stop thinking about him, it was almost as though you were addicted. The two of you walked out the back door of the club to Kai's car. He opened the passenger side door for you, allowing you to slide in, twiddling your thumbs as you wait for him to get into the drivers seat. Kai turns on the radio as he pulls out of the back parking lot, heading towards his house. “You seem nervous" he says with a smile, turning his head to look at you. “I don’t know. I don’t feel nervous, though I know I should be.” You reply with a shrug of your shoulders. “Why? Why should you feel nervous?” he asks. “Because I don’t know you at all. I know nothing about you, yet I find myself wanting to be around you, close to you. It’s like I crave it.” You explain. “That would be my fault.” He chuckles. “What do you mean?” you ask. “I have the ability, when I decide to use it, to make someone become addicted to me, in sense.” He smiles. “Well that would explain why I couldn’t stop thinking about you" you whisper. “However. There’s something about you, y/n. Something about you that makes me crave you. Ever since I laid my eyes on you, I wanted you. No needed you. You’re like a drug, and I’m already hooked.” He smirks. Jongin stops his car in front of a lavish looking apartment building. The two of you walk in, you trailing a little behind Kai as you both step into the elevator. He presses the penthouse button causing the elevator to jerk and begin moving up. Kai stands close to you, his finger tracing the inside of your palm. The elevator dings and Kai grabs your hand, pulling you into his large place. He stands in front of you, staring at you. You’re unable to break away from his piercing gaze. Your breath hitches as he leans in closer to you, his plump lips almost touching yours. “If you don’t want this, tell me now, otherwise I don’t think I’ll be able to stop after" he whispers, eagerly waiting for your response. “Yes I want this" you breathe, closing the gap between the two of you by placing your lips on his. Kai deepens the kiss, pulling your body into his, keeping his hands on your hips. You wrap your arm around his neck, keeping yourself balanced as you melt into his kiss. He traces your lips with his tounge, wanting to be able to enter. You slightly part your lips, allowing him to slip his tounge in. His hands travel down your hips as he bends his body slightly, placing his hands behind your knees. He pulls on the a little, signaling you that he wants you to jump up. You jump, wrapping your legs around his waist, the kiss never breaking. He walks towards what you can only assume is the bedroom. Within a second, you’re thrown onto his bed, he stands beside the bed with a smirk on his face as he watches you attempt to catch your breath. He takes a step forward, pulling his shirt over his head, exposing his set of rock hard abs. You licked your lips at the sight of him, the oh so delicious sight. You wanted so badly for him to take off his pants and whatever underwear he was wearing underneath. You needed to see his cock, you wanted to put it in your mouth, sucking until he came and it slid down your throat. Without even realizing it, you had sat up, and began discarding your clothes which was the reason Kai had stopped. He was watching you slip your shirt over your head, revealing the red lace bra you hid underneath. He groaned as you stood up, unbuttoning your pants to reveal a matching set of red lace panties. Kai wanted so badly to slam you down on the bed and rip off your lingerie set, shredding it from your body. He wanted to taste you on his tounge, have you squirm beneath him as he makes you cum over and over. He wanted ram his cock inside you, feel yourself tighten around him, screaming out his name. But he couldn’t, at least not yet. He wasn’t sure of what you were into and he didn’t want to end up scaring you off with his rough fucking. So instead, he climbed in the bed, pulling you down and laying you flat on your back. He hovered himself over you, placing small kisses along your neck, collarbone, and moving down towards your breasts. “I’m going to rip your bra and panties off of you, okay baby?” he whispers. You can only nod your head as your body tingles everywhere with the need for him to give you more. In one swift motion your breasts were free of your bra, your nipples perky due to the bit of draft in his room. “Mhmm" he groans, tilting his head to the side before lowering it, placing his lips around one of your nipples and sucking. He opens his mouth to graze it with his teeth, while simultaneously rolling your other nipple between two fingers. You throw your head back in pleasure, your pussy aching to be touched by him. “Please” you cry out, needing him to move further down your body. He looks at you waiting for you to continue. “I need more” you whine. “Tell me what you want” he says. “I want your mouth" you pant. “My mouth where?” he smirks. “Down here?” he asks, moving down your body. “You want my mouth sucking on your clit?” “Oh god yes” you cry as his fingers slowly graze in between your lips. “Are you sure?” he asks, placing his thumb on your clit, rubbing in small, soft circles. “Yes yes, please" you cry, desperately needing more. “Mhm" he says, laying on his stomach. He parts your legs even more, as far as they would go before he attaches his lips to your clit and starts sucking. “Oh my god" you moan, your eyes almost rolling into the back of your head. It had honestly been so long since you were with anyone, you forgot what it was like. You buck your hips up, moving your hips in a circle, needing to get as much friction as you could. “Shit" you cry out. Kai lays his arm across your hips, pushing down to prevent you from moving. He really was trying to kill you. “Oh oh” you cry out, your orgasm coming with great speed. But before you were able too, Kai moves his mouth away from your pussy, letting your orgasm slowly drift away. “Nooo" you cry out, covering your face. “why!?” you demand to know. “The first time you cum, I want it to be all over my cock" he growls, taking his pants off, allowing his large, thick cock to spring free. He wraps his hand around his cock, pumping a few times, coating his length with his precum. You lick your lips as you watch, just wanting him to shove it down your throat until you choke. He crawls in the bed, lining himself up with your entrance. He places your legs on his shoulders, gripping your thighs tightly as he pushes himself into you, completely stretching you out. Once inside of you, Kai is still for a moment, allowing you to adjust to his size. He fills you up like no one has before. “Move" you pant, needing to feel him move inside of you. Kai smiles as he slowly pulls out of you, pausing for a moment before ramming his cock back inside you which jolts your body. “Fuck baby girl, you’re so tight” he groans as he quickens his pace. He moves his hands from your thighs to wrap them around your calves, holding them closely to his chest. Kai's thrusts become harder and deeper, hitting your G spot every time. “Rub your clit" he grunts, loosening his grip on your legs. You reach down, placing your fingers in between your lips, rubbing your sweet spot. Your orgasm hadn’t gone too far away, the moment you touched yourself, you were almost right back to cumming. “Oh fuck" you scream out, rubbing circles on your clit faster as Kai fucks you harder. “You feel so fucking good" he groans. “I think I’m going too..” you trail off, your eyes rolling back. “Cum for me baby. Cum all over my cock" he demands. So you do. Your orgasm rips through your body, as you scream out in intense pleasure. “That’s a good girl" he moans, his pace and thrusts becoming erratic. “Where can I cum?” he grunts. “Cum in my pussy, please cum in my pussy" you cry out. Kai’s orgasm takes a hold of him, his thrusts stopping completely as he empties himself inside of you, coating your walls with his juices. He pulls out of you, his cock tender, and he lays down beside you, your sweaty bodies partially touching as you both try to catch your breath. “That was..” you pause. “Amazing" Kai huffs, finishing your sentence. “I guess I better get going.” You sigh after a few moments, getting up to gather your clothes. You look for your underwear before you remember they’re in pieces throughout his room. “You don’t have too.” Kai says, turning on his side, resting his head on his propped up hand. “You don’t really want me to stay. I get what this was. Its fine" you smile, slipping on your pants. You pull your t-shirt over your head, looking at Kai one more time. “What do you think this was?” he asks, sitting on the edge of the bed. “A one night stand.” You declare, walking out to grab your jacket. He follows quickly behind you, yanking on his boxers. “Wait, no" he begins. “You don’t have to explain. You don’t have to try to come up with some kind of reasoning as to why you want me to stay when you really don’t. Like I said, it’s fine. It was a fun night. Maybe I’ll see you again" you finish before the elevator dings at his apartment. You watch his face, which looks confused as the elevator door closes. You can’t imagine what he actually wanted to say. There was no way a man like that would be genuine in saying he wanted you to stay. You were severely out of his league. As much as you didn’t want it to hurt, it did. You liked him but unfortunately for you, it was a one night thing that you would remember forever. ** 9am came quickly the next morning. You hadn’t gotten home from Kai's until 4am and crashed almost immediately when you hit your bed. Thank god for you, you didn’t have to be at work until 10am but you did not get enough sleep. Your feet were dragging as you walked into the office, Angie sitting at her desk, impatiently waiting for you to sit down so she could ask you about why you were so tired. “What did you do last night?” she practically yelled. “Um well.. I went back to Obsession” you admit shyly. “Oh my god. Did you go see Kai? I knew it. I knew there was something between you two” she smiles. “what happened?” “I went back to his place and uh..” you trail off. “Did you fuck him? Please tell me you did. Was his dick huge? I bet it was huge.” A giant grin plasters on your face, confirming her suspicions. “Yes and oh yes” you admit. Angie let’s out a high pitched squeal as she tries to pry every bit of information out of you. After you finish telling you most of the details of your night, she stares at you in amazement. “that is amazing. You’re so lucky" she gasps. “are you going to see him again?” You shake your head. “No, it was just a one time thing" you say. Before she can reply, a man stands in front of your desk, holding a giant bouquet of flowers. “Are you y/n?” he asks. “Yes?” “For you" he says, placing the vase on your desk and walking away. “Oh my god" Angie gushes. “They’re totally from him.” You roll your eyes as you stand up looking for a card. Once you do, you sit down and open the envelope. *I’d really like to see you again, and no I’m not just saying that – Kai* You couldn’t get rid of the smile for the rest of the day, and Angie couldn’t stop gushing about how lucky you were. However one thing confused you. How did he know where you worked? At the end of the day, you’re leaving the building, your giant bouquet in hand. “Do you like your flowers?” You hear a voice question you. Peaking from behind them, you see Kai standing there, leaning against his car. His arms crossed, his suit fitting him perfectly. “I do" you smile. “but how did you know where I worked? You question. “I’m a very persuasive man when I want to be.” He smiles. “Look, I don’t know what gave you the idea that I only wanted one thing from you last night. I thought I had been rather obvious about how much I actually like you. I didn’t want it to be a one night stand" he explains. “I’m sorry, I just assumed..” you trailed off. “What?” he asks. “I assumed that it was all you wanted because, well, look at me and look at you" you say. “I didn’t expect you to want more. I honestly just figured it was a line" you say. “I make it very clear to women what I want. And I thought I had been clear with you, that you were different.” He tells you. “I’m sorry" you whisper. “Don’t be sorry. All I ask is you believe me when I tell you something, that I’m not saying it just to say it.” He smiles. “Now, would you like to go to dinner with me?” “I would love too" you smile.   ** Over the next few weeks, you and Kai were pretty much inseparable. Unless you were at work or had plans with friends, you and he were together. On the weekends you’d head over to Obsession to watch him dance, and watch all the women who were completely enthralled by him. You sat back and laughed to yourself whenever he would look at you, or wink, it had the other women fuming. That night, you spent at Kai's, where he asked you to be his girlfriend, of course you said yes without any hesitation. “I need to ask you for a favor" Kai sighs, as you partially lay on top of him, your head resting on his bare chest. His hand had been tracing along your back, lulling you to sleep, until he spoke. “What’s that?” you ask, wiggling your self slightly so he would continue to rub you. “Don’t.. don’t come to the Southside alone anymore. Not even with your friends, please.” He says. “Why?” you ask, sitting up, holding the sheet to cover your naked body. “Those men from the night after we first me, caught wind of you and I. Not that really any of the other Demons care, but these guys are different. They’re called Malum demons, which means evil. I know everyone has heard the stories that all demons are evil and whatever, but most of us just want to be able go coexist here with everyone, not cause harm.” He sighs. “However, the Malum demons just want that. They’re the ones who want to take souls, kill the humans, torture and murder the men, rape the women to have half human half demon children, who are supposed to be stronger than ever” “W-what can we do? Can we do anything?” you ask, your body beginning to shake. “There are people working on it but they seem to be getting more and more demons siding with them, thinking that it’s how it should be. But they’re pissed off that you got away from them. They wanted you, they still do and wont stop until they’ve got you. They’ll find out your friends, family, acquaintances. Anyone in your life and they’ll take it all away so you have no choice unless you give yourself to them." he tells you. “Oh my god" you cry. You hadn’t been expecting this. It felt like too much. You weren’t safe now. What about your friends? Your family? You’ve put everyone in danger because of your selfish wants of getting to know the demon you met that was dancing at the strip club. “Hey baby, don’t worry. I won’t let anything happen to you.” Kai says, scooting closer to you, holding you tight. “It’ll all be okay” he smiles. You knew he wanted to make you feel better, but you weren’t sure if he could. The next day, after you laid awake in Kai’ bed for the remainder of the night, he was the one to drive you home. He parked in front of your building, turning off the ignition and turned to look at you. “Please remember baby. Don’t go anywhere alone, don’t come to the Southside unless me or one of my friends are with you and don’t answer the door if you don’t know whose behind it. I’m going to get this figured out, I promise. Those fucks won’t get to you.” Forcing a smile, you nod your head before leaning in to give him a quick kiss on those plump lips you loved before heading into your apartment while he waited for you to get inside. You turned, giving him a small wave goodbye before you closed your door behind you, taking a deep breath while taking off your shoes. How the fuck were you supposed to fix this? How were you going to keep everyone safe, especially Kai. You didn’t want him out there, possibly getting hurt because those men didn’t get what they wanted. You barely slept that night as well. Your stomach in knots, as the possibilities swam through your head of what was going to happen. You didn’t want anyone to get hurt, including yourself. But what if you just offered yourself up to the men. Maybe no one would get hurt. You couldn’t do that. No one would ever let you sacrifice yourself to save them, especially not Kai. Pulling out your phone, you dial the number of the one person you knew could help you figure something out. “Hey Angie, I know it’s late but I need your help..” you begin. 45 minutes later, Angie is sitting in your living room with you on the floor as you both eat Chinese food. “So let me get this straight” she pauses. “These guys are planning to attack everyone you know, essentially because you ran away from them and they couldn’t live out their fucked up delusional fantasies with you?” she asks, cocking her head to the side. “Yeah, basically" you nod. “I don’t know what the fuck to do.” “I wish I had an answer for you. But really, it’s going to have to be your decision to make.” She says, glancing around your place, like she hasn’t been here multiple times. “Is Kai coming over tonight?” she asks nonchalant. “Not tonight. He had some stuff to take care of.” You answer. “I’ll be back. Bathroom break.” Angie announced, quickly getting off the floor and heading to the bathroom. You didn’t understand why she was suddenly acting so weird. Pulling our your phone, you send a quick message to Kai, telling him how weirded out you were by her sudden change in behaviour. [8:38pm] Kai ♡: I’m coming over. You didn’t protest, you loved seeing and maybe you’d be able to convince him to finally stay the night. He always would decline because being on the North side made him nervous. You hear a knock at your door, right as Angie steps out of the bathroom. “I shouldn’t answer it.” You whisper to her. You knew that Kai couldn’t have gotten here that fast. She just gives you a smile before she walks to your front door, unlocking it and pulling it open. Standing in front of you are the two men from the day in the coffee shop, you’d never forget those faces. “Close the door! Run!” you scream. Angie laughs. “who do you think told them to come here?” she chuckles. “W-what?” You ask, unable to fully process it. “I called them. I’ve been telling them all about you, sweet y/n. Everything they needed to know.” She smiles as one of the men puts his arm around her waist. “Why?” you whisper.   “Because you stole what was supposed to be MINE.” She yells. “Kai was supposed to be mine. Do you know how long I’ve been going to Obsession? How long I’ve been working on trying to get him to notice me? How many times I’ve done whatever I could to talk to me? I was so close and then you go one night and he acts like you’re the best thing in the world.” She snaps. “So, when they approached me, telling me that they wanted you and for you two to not be together, I figured it was the perfect opportunity. They get you, and I’ll finally get Kai" she smiles. “Do you know what they’re going to do to me!? What any of their fucking plans are?” you cry. You can’t believe this. “I don’t really care, to be honest. I just want what’s mine.” She shrugs. “I thought we were friends" you whisper. “We were. Until you stole from me y/n. I don’t like thief’s” The three of them stood there, staring at you. You were shocked and felt betrayed but more so, you were trying to figure out a way to escape. Hoping that Kai would be there soon enough to help you. “Enough of this sappy shit. Take what you want, boys.” Angie says, moving to the side as the two men walk towards you. You turn to run but you’re not quick enough, one of the already has his hand wrapped tightly around your wrist. “No!” you scream. “Fucking let her go, right now" you hear a voice snarl behind you. You turn around, seeing Kai with an angrier face than ever. “Kai, baby. Just let them go. You have me now" you hear Angie purr, in a desperate attempt to be sexy. “What’s it going to take with you? I don’t fucking want you. Never have, never will" he snaps at her. “Back off Kai. We just want what slipped away from us.” One of the men growls, his grip tightening. “We don’t want you to get hurt, pretty boy" Kai laughs. “I think I’ll be fine. Besides, there’s a lot more of us then there is of you" he smiles, cocking his head to the side. Before either of the men can say a word, there’s four men behind Kai, men that you recognize from the club. “So again, let her go.” Kai snaps. The two men look at eachothers and smile. The one holding onto you pushes you back harshly, causing you to stumble back, tripping over the area rug and hitting your head on an end table. You try to keep your eyes open, but with in seconds your world turns black, as you fall unconscious to sight of Kai lunging for the man, his eyes black. ** When you wake up, you’re expecting to still be in your apartment in your bed, hopefully with Kai laying next to you. But instead you’re laying in a hospital bed, with an IV in your arm and Kai’s head resting on the edge of your bed. “Kai?” you whisper. His head shoots up, his eyes wide. “why am I in a hospital?” you ask, looking at his face to make sure he had no cuts or bruises. “You hit your head when that piece of shit shoved you” he says, looking you in the eyes. “I needed to make sure you were okay" “I would have been fine in my own bed too. This is going to cost a fortune” you groan, getting out of the bed. “Don’t worry about that. It’s all covered. I just wanted to make sure that there wasn’t anything else wrong, something more. You hit it pretty hard" he says, offering his hand to you. “I’m just fine. Don’t worry. What happened?” you asked. You almost didn’t want too. You were worried about what words might come out of his mouth next. “All I’m going to say is you wont need to worry about those two. They’re not going to be trying to bother you anymore.” He smiles. The two of you begin to walk out of the room, when the doctor stops you, asking to speak with you for a second. “Why? You said she was clear to go when she woke up” Kai says.   “Y-yes, but I just have a few questions to ask her, privately.” The doctor stutters. “Its okay. I’ll be right out" you say to Kai, letting go of his hand. Once the door closes, the doctor looks at you with worried eyes. “are you okay? Do you need help? I know what he is.” The doctor whispers. “What? Help? No? He’s my boyfriend.” You laugh. “I don’t need help. Not all demons are bad, doctor” you laugh, opening the door, slipping your hand in Kai's and walking out the front entrance. Kai takes you back to his house, claiming he needed to do some cleaning at your house before you could go back. You were pretty sure you knew what he meant but decided you really didn’t want to know about the possible dead demons laying on your living room floor. ** The next day you went to work, and sitting at the desk next to yours sat a very sad looking Angie. You didn’t bother to look at her, or even acknowledge her. In fact, as far as you were concerned, she was dead to you. “Y/N..” she whispers. “Don’t.” you snap, your eyes never leaving your papers. “I don’t want to hear anything from you. Ever.” “Please.” She cries. “I don’t know what came over me" “I know exactly what came over you. Greed, jealousy, selfishness to name a few.” You spit. “Let me make it up to you" she whispers. “Why? So you can stab me in the back again? No thanks.” You say, walking to your bosses office, in hope’s of being able to be transferred to a different desk, or yet a different department. ** A few months later, you and Kai were still going stronger than ever. He had met your crazy mother, who pretty much fell for him the moment she saw him walk through the door. At that moment she didn’t care what he was, she only cared on how he treated you. She had been so wrapped up in the fact that he was a demon that she never thought that he would be anything but terrifying to look at, and a monster. As it turned out, she had never actually seen a demon before. She could have passed one on the street and never would have known considering she was always looking for a terrifying creature, which they were anything but. Once you had transferred desks at work, you never saw Angie again. Not even when you, Lisa and Jennie had gone to Obsession together. The fear of the Southside had slowly diminished as people from the North crossed the boarders and saw for themselves that they meant no harm to them. It was finally acceptable for humans and demons to be together, and everyone could come and go from each side as they pleased. After a few more months, you and Kai had moved in together. You happily left your small apartment with some bad memories for his penthouse which held only good ones. You and Kai laid in bed on the first night of living together, laughing and talking. “I want to ask you something" he states, sitting up in bed. “Okay?” you say, a little nervous. “Now, I haven’t brought this up because I didn’t want you to feel pressured to say yes, and I know it’s only been not even a year that we’ve been together, but..” he pauses, jumping out of his bed to rummage through his dresser. By the time he walks towards you, you’re sitting on the edge of the bed with your hands in your lap and a tingle in your stomach. Kai slowly sinks down onto one knee, pulling out a small box. “I’ve loved you since I first saw you walk into my club. I honestly can’t imagine my life without you. Will you be mine forever?” he whispers, opening the box, revealing a beautiful and large diamond ring. “will you marry me?” You can’t help the tears from streaming down your cheeks. You can’t formulate any words, your brain was barely working to process what he had just asked you. “You.. you want to marry me?” you cry.   “Yes baby, it’s you. It’ll always be you" he smiles, taking the ring from the box to slid it on your extended hand as you yell ‘yes' through your tears. You stare at your hand for a second, admiring your newly acquired piece of jewelry. You let out a loud chuckle as Kai tackles you back onto the bed, smiling as he hovers over you. He leans his head down, pressing his lips onto yours. His hand trails from the side of your face down as he slides his body off of you. He reaches under your silence nightgown, cupping your breast before teasing your nipple with his fingers. He sits up, pulling you up as well. “Arms up" he purrs. You do as your told, moving so he’s able to pull your nightgown off of you, discarding it somewhere in your shared bedroom. He lays you back down, placing gentle kisses along your stomach, moving his way up to suck on each breast. He looks up at you again, smiling before climbing off the bed, and onto his knees on the floor. Kai spreads your legs wide, allowing him to see one of his favorite views. “Mhm” he groans, leaning forward to lick a long strip up your pussy. “Oh god" you cry out as the tip of his tounge begins to flick your clit, causing your legs to shake. Kai spreads your lips before he latches his lips to your clit, sucking harshly before sticking two fingers inside of you. Your eyes are closed as he works on you, your hands reach up to cup your breasts. You then move one hand further down, running it through his luscious blue hair, gripping tightly on a chunk. Kai continues to thrust his fingers in and out of you while switching from sucking and licking your clit. “Fuck fuck" you cry out, your orgasm building quickly. Kai switches the pace of his fingers frequently, going from slow to fast, making your orgasm come faster. “I.. I’m gunna cum” you scream out, your body slightly convulsing as the high coursed through your entire body. Kai lifts his head from in between your legs, your wetness shining on his face as his licks it up. “You always taste so fucking good baby" he smiles as he stands up, his cock pressing harshly against his sweat pants. You smile as you climb off the bed, kneeling in front of him now. You hook your fingers on the inside of his sweatpants, dragging them down his legs. His cock springs free, the tip red and almost throbbing while leaking precum. You lick your lips as you move your mouth closer, opening wide to take him all in. Kai jerks his hips forward, pushing himself down your throat. “Fuck baby" he groans, his hands gathering a clump of hair. He gently thrusts his hips, shoving his cock down your throat, a little further with each thrust. The tears begin to fall down your eyes as you swallow his cock with every thrust he gives you, choking a little each time. “Such a good little slut for me" he moans, his thrusts becoming faster. “You want me to cum in your mouth?” he grunts, his grip on your hair tightening. “Mhmm" the only sound you can make. “Shit" he cries out as he pulls himself mostly all out of your mouth, except for his tip while he shoots his load inside your mouth. Standing up he smirks at you and your clearly still full mouth. “Swallow, baby” he whispers, watching you intensely. You look him straight in the eyes as you swallow everything in your mouth, as he groans in satisfaction. “fuck you’re sexy" he smiles, whisking you off your feet and throwing you onto the bed. “I can’t wait to marry you” he smiles. “Mrs. Kim Y/N" he says, placing another kiss on your lips.

[withnosuchgrace]

Soft (M)

(sequel to White Noise and Sing For You) 

A/N: so uhhhhh this was supposed to be just a drabble ......but i kinda got carried away (as usual). this is my first time writing smut lmao i was dying the whole time but i hope you enjoy!! 

special shoutout to @dragonsfire @sherlockedwhovian09 @delta-cubes and @chenderellastrash for putting up with me constantly complaining and dying over this mess of a fic. you guys have definitely made this easier to endure lmao i had like 5 breakdowns writing this

also special shoutout to @doitforjin for making the nicest moodboard????? based on this whole au ?????? that i am so undeserving of but im crying thank you soososos much :’)))) 

genre: fluff, some smut, garage band!chanyeol, neighbour!chanyeol

word count: 6147

(gif used if not mine)

Dating Chanyeol had its perks, but also its cons. Perks included getting exclusive first listens to the songs the band was working on, going to all his gigs for free, and of course, wearing his greatly oversized clothing every chance you got. It also didn’t hurt that he lived right next door, something you never knew how to appreciate until you began falling for him. The cons stemmed from the same places as the pros - you hardly got to see him because he was constantly practicing, and you’d be studying. After that big gig they had last November, White Noise’s popularity boosted, and the band was doing small tours in neighbouring cities, and while you couldn’t be more proud of them, having seen them start from the bottom, you couldn’t help but be disheartened about the timing. You and Chanyeol had barely gotten together and he was off touring with his best friends and you missed him dearly.

All of it was worth it, though, for Chanyeol was head over heels for you, just as you were for him. Every time you saw him, a smile would immediately form on your lips and your stomach would fill with butterflies, causing your heart to flutter and go all soft. How on earth could you have hated him for years when he was literally the cutest and softest giant on earth?  

Every chance you could, you would be in his presence, whether it be in his garage with him teaching you how to play the guitar, or him lying on your bed as you both studied for an upcoming test, only being interrupted by the surprise kisses he would give you whenever he got bored.

You smiled unconsciously to yourself as you thought of Chanyeol, feeling all warm inside, until a voice burst your bubble.

“Are you going to keep smiling to yourself like a loser or are you going to take this shot?”

You shook your head as you came back to reality - a reality that included sitting on a stool in Billie’s kitchen as she poured shot after shot. You weren’t much of a drinker, but for some reason or another you had agreed to drink with your best friend and Martina, a new friend you had made who recently moved in with Baekhyun and Sehun, although that was a whole other story for another day.  

Martina spoke next, looking at you incredulously. “She’s barely had anything and she’s already tipsy.”

“Who knew a tipsy (Y/N) would mean a soft mess?” Billie mused, taking her own shot with a grimace. “She hasn’t shut up about Chanyeol for twenty minutes now!”

At the mention of his name, you pouted. “I just love him so much. And he’s gone chasing his dreams again and I miss him so mu-” before you could finish your sentence, Billie was pushing the shot glass right under your nose.

“Girl, it’s okay, I miss Kai, too. And I bet Martina misses Baekhyun as well.”

Martina snorted. “As if. Do you know how great it is to have the apartment to myself?”

Billie ignored her, instead focusing on your still evident frown. “Besides, they’re coming home tonight! You’ll see your boyfriend soon enough!”

You immediately beamed at that. “Yes! And then Yeollie and I can cuddle on the couch and he can tell me about his tour and I can tell him how much I love him and how much he means to me -” again, your long confession was interrupted, this time by your phone ringing.

You picked it up eagerly, after seeing “the tol one <3” displayed across your screen.

“Yeollie~” you greeted in a chirpy tone, one that made Chanyeol immediately laugh upon hearing it. You only ever called him Yeollie, or spoke to him like this when you were drinking.

“Jagi~” he greeted with the same amount of enthusiasm.

“Are you almost home yet?”

“Yeah, about that…” Chanyeol hesitated. “The boys wanted to go out to celebrate the end of the tour so I’m actually going to be back later than expected.”

You frowned. “But I miss you!”

“I miss you too! I’ll see you tomorrow, okay? First thing in the morning!”

“Okay,” You mumbled, still pouting, causing Chanyeol to chuckle.

“Now please don’t drink too much. You know you’re a lightweight, and I doubt that’s any fun for Billie and Martina.”

“How do you know I’m drinking?” you gasped, looking wide eyed around the room. “Can you read my mind? Are we soulmates?”

Chanyeol simply laughed, finding your little intoxicated antics adorable. “Maybe we are.” there was a pause, followed by a faint C’mon Chan! heard in the background. “Listen, (Y/N), I gotta go. But I’ll see you first thing tomorrow! I love you!”

“I love you, too. Bye!”

You sighed as you hung up, feeling a little down that you wouldn’t be seeing your boyfriend tonight. You picked up the shot glass and downed it within seconds, much to Martina’s amusement. Slamming the glass back down on the counter, you cried “another!”

You knew you would be gone to the world within minutes if you kept up like this, but you didn’t care. As long as it made waiting for Chanyeol easier.

Chanyeol still had a lovesick smile on his face as he hung up the phone and turned around, only to see his bandmates snickering and casting him gazes.

He pocketed his phone and walked towards his friends, taking a seat at the stool next to Sehun, while Baekhyun leaned against the bar, drink already in hand, and Kai just getting handed his. “What is it?”

“Who knew the day would come when Chanyeol became a total softie.” Baekhyun let out a chuckle.

Chanyeol narrowed his eyes at him. “Me? A softie? What are you talking about?”

“Looks like our guitarist is losing his edge.” Sehun smirked. “I totally called it. The moment he got together with (Y/N), he’s been like a lovesick puppy.”

“No way! You guys are hallucinating or something, there’s no way I’m soft or whatever. I’m still the coolest member, and y’all are just jealous.”

“Jealous?” Baekhyun scoffed, just as Sehun guffawed at the mention of “coolest”.

“Kai’s soft too! He’s been calling and messaging Billie every day of the tour!” Chanyeol accused, pointing at the bassist, who had been quietly standing on the side and observing the scene with an amused twinkle in his chocolate eyes, sipping at his beer.

“Yeah, but I’ve always been soft! This was expected of me!” Kai defended himself with a smug smile. “You, on the other hand, had this whole bad boy reputation before (Y/N).”

Chanyeol’s lip twisted into an annoyed grimace. He hated that they were right. He really had gotten soft, but he couldn’t help it! You just made him feel so happy and he still could not believe he was with you! He wouldn’t dare let his mates know they were right, though, and so he instead sat up a little straighter and looked defiant as he said his next words.

“I can still be manly, no matter what.”

“Define manly.” Baekhyun immediately rebutted.

“Is your masculinity that fragile?” Sehun rolled his eyes as he took gulp of his drink. “Just say you’re insecure about being soft and go.”

Chanyeol’s frown deepened. “Okay, let’s make a bet.”

This caught all of their attention and they turned towards him with piqued interest.

“A bet, you say?” a smile was already stretching on Kai’s face, his competitive nature seeping through his usual calm exterior. “I’m listening.”

“So am I.” Baekhyun agreed. “What do you have in mind?”

Chanyeol faltered, not expecting them to be on board right away. “Oh… I - um… I’m not sure yet.”

At this, they sighed, and went back to their drinks.

“We can’t just let this go, though.” Kai spoke first after a long pause, his competitiveness still not completely abandoning him yet.

Baekhyun nodded in agreement. “For real, we need to make this bet count. What’s at stake here?”

“Something big.” Kai grinned, mischievously. “Like, perhaps getting a tattoo?”

Chanyeol immediately shook his head, eyes wide in fear of the possibility of getting something they wanted permanently inked and he would most likely regret. “Dude, no, that’s way too intense for a stupid bet.”

“Okay, what about dyeing hair, then?” Sehun offered. “You could always dye it back or it’ll fade so it’s, like, not true commitment.”

“Yes, kinda like a one night stand!” Baekhyun had a proud smile on his face at his analogy, although he only received odd looks from his friends.

“Anyways,” Sehun continued, with a sigh, clearly ignoring Baekhyun’s comment. He was used to the red-haired singer’s remarks, having lived with him for over three years. “What do you think?”

“Easy,” Kai smiled, already confident.

Chanyeol, however pondered this. While Kai had recently dyed his hair silver for the tour, it had been a while since Chanyeol had anything other than dark brown. The last time Chanyeol had dyed his hair it had been during his emo days, and it was a mess that he wished he could avoid.

It was still better than getting tattooed, which was why he found himself nodding along with Kai, ready to suffer the consequences of failing this bet.

“Alright, that settles it then.” Baekhyun clapped his hands together in finality. “Now we just have to figure out what we’re actually going to do.”

“Well, since Chan is so adamant about proving how manly he is, or whatever, why don’t we go find those strength-testing arcade machines? The weakest has to dye his hair.”  

The others nodded at Kai’s words.

Sehun pulled out his phone and began to search for any arcades still open at his late hour.

Chanyeol was not worried. He knew he was strong. Maybe Kai could take him, but there was no way he was going to lose to Sehun. The drummer was pretty thin and had always shown a great distaste in any physical activity, other than dance that is, but Chanyeol didn’t really count that. What was the point of being an amazing dancer if he wasn’t even going to show anyone? Sehun was so complicated, but that didn’t mean Chanyeol was going to allow himself to be beaten by him.

He smirked to himself, as he glanced at the drummer scrolling intently on his phone, his arms looking like twigs to the taller boy.

There was no way he was going to lose the bet.

Chanyeol couldn’t believe he lost the bet.

It was all an accident, a misstep that led to Chanyeol bumping into the machine and getting the lowest score. He didn’t even think it was possible to get such a low score, and he had voiced such thoughts to the others, who simply laughed and told him that there were no second chances. Thus Chanyeol ended up the loser, something he was not prepared for.

Chanyeol frowned as he looked at the photo Sehun had sent, of pastel colours, reminiscent of sweet, soft things and the complete opposite of who he was - or wanted to be. He should've known better, letting Sehun choose the hair colour. Chanyeol knew how Kai got when he won a game, and he knew Baekhyun couldn't be trusted with anything, so he figured that Sehun was the safest option.

But now as he looked at the pinks, purples and blues that took up his phone screen, he was beginning to regret giving the youngest all the power. Sehun may not have spoken much, but he could be quite the shit when he wanted to.

Chanyeol sighed as he finally entered the hair salon after wasting a good amount of time standing outside. He knew he had to do it sooner or later. Part of the deal was that he had to go get it done as soon as he could, and before he could see you, for which he felt guilty. He had told you last night that he would see you first thing in the morning, and yet here he was about to dye his hair a ridiculous colour before even kissing you for the first time in weeks.

The nerves he felt sitting in the waiting room in the salon were nearly identical to those he felt before a performance, which was ridiculous because it was just hair! But no matter how much Chanyeol thought it over, he kept getting reminded of the last time he had dyed his hair, back when he was still a foolish teenager. He remembered how much you had made fun of him for it, at every chance you got. He only hoped that you would still love him after this drastic change.

When it was finally his turn, Chanyeol showed the young woman the picture Sehun had sent for reference. The shocked expression on her face only made Chanyeol feel worse. He was definitely going to regret ever bringing up a bet.

It was a long process of bleaching and dyeing all the shades. Chanyeol sat with his heart in his throat, and his teeth tugging at the flesh of his lower lip, his eyes squeezed shut, afraid of what he might see.

“I think we’re done,” came the sweet voice of the worker, whose name Chanyeol had learned was Yeri. “And, if I may comment, I think it suits you really well.”

“Really?” Chanyeol was still afraid to open his eyes, knowing that nothing good could come out of having pink hair.

“Yes, trust me. You look great!”

Chanyeol hesitantly opened his eyes and, sure enough, the person he saw in the mirror in front of him looked a completely different person. The pastel colours made him look younger than he actually was, and gave him the look of innocence. Strangely enough, Chanyeol loved how he looked.

“It looks like cotton candy.” he gasped, reaching a hand to his hair to see if it felt as soft as it looked.

“It really does!” Yeri laughed. “I’m glad you like it.”

“Are you kidding? I love it! Thank you so much!” with newfound confidence, Chanyeol paid, and rushed to where you were, excited to see your reaction to the new him.

You were pissed.

I’ll see you first thing in the morning.

That liar. You looked over at the clock hanging on the kitchen wall, and saw that it was already half past ten.

You took a big gulp of your scalding tea, angrily. Having a hangover didn’t help your mood, either. You really shouldn’t have drunk that much.

Billie had told you to spend the night, but you insisted you needed to go home, all too ready to see your boyfriend. But it looked like he clearly had better things to do than see you. You had even gone next door, but only found Kai, who gave you the most unsatisfying answer to your questions.

“Chanyeol is out. He’ll be back soon.”

That fucker wasn’t even answering his texts. You knew the minute he walked through your door, you were going to go off. There wasn’t a chance you were going to let him get away with this.

Where had he gone to? All alone? You had messaged Martina, and she had confirmed that Sehun and Baekhyun were both home. What could Chanyeol possibly be doing alone on a Tuesday morning?

You were about to call him again, fingers hovering over his name, when you heard your front door open. You half expected it to be your older brother, Jumin, which was strange since he had left for work two hours ago. But then you heard the unmistakable voice of your boyfriend, something you hadn’t heard in person for weeks.

“Honey, I’m home!”

Your previous anger dissipated in seconds after hearing his deep voice, your feet padding against the hardwood floor as you ran to meet him. You would’ve jumped right into his arms, and he had been expecting it too, his arms already open, ready to catch you, but you stopped in your tracks when you saw him.

“What the fuck did you do to your hair?”

Chanyeol looked at you, appalled. “No ‘hello’? No ‘I missed you’? Should I re-enter and we can start this from the top?” he gestured to the door behind him, ready to walk back out.

You ignored him, instead choosing to walk closer to him and reaching a hand out to touch his hair in curiosity. You ran your hands through the strands, watching as the various colours slipped through your fingers.

Chanyeol looked down at you with a nervous smile. “How do you like it?”

“It’s so... “ you paused, searching for the right word, your hands still playing with his hair, which he clearly enjoyed, his eyes fluttering shut at the feeling, and slightly leaning in to your touch.

“Soft.”

“Yeah, the hairdresser conditioned it a lot.” he chuckled. “I thought it was going to be dry because of all the bleach and stuff, but I’m glad it isn’t.”

“No -” you shook your head. “-I mean, yes it is really soft, but I meant like, you look soft.”

There it was again, Chanyeol being associated with soft. He didn’t understand why he was suddenly always being told this. Chanyeol wasn’t soft. He couldn’t be.

“Why does everyone keep insisting I’m soft?”

He opened his eyes slowly, casting his gaze down towards you and catching you looking at his hair in wonder, before finally meeting his eyes.

You let out a laugh, amused at his obvious annoyance at the situation. “Chanyeol, are you kidding me? ��You’re the softest! You’re just so cute and fluffy and -” you let go of his hair to squish his cheeks in your hands, laughing at how adorable he looked. “- the squishiest.”

He swatted your hands away, pouting, which really wasn’t helping his argument. “I’m not soft. I’m the opposite of it, actually! I’m hard!”

You rose an eyebrow at him. “You’re hard?”

“Yeah! I’m so har - nevermind that sounds wrong.”

You burst into laughter, while he kept calling you ‘dirty-minded’ and ‘nasty’, but nevertheless laughing with you as he held you close. You buried your face in his chest, inhaling his scent that you had missed so much while he had been away.

“Don’t be fooled though,” you murmured into his chest, your voice coming out muffled from the fabric of his t-shirt. “You’re still the cutest, and this cotton candy hair proves it.”  

Chanyeol sighed, and you felt it, the way his chest heaved as he did it. “I hate you.” he muttered as he kissed the top of your head. “But, I’ll prove you wrong. I can still be manly despite this cotton candy hair.”

You looked up at him, whispering, “I’d like to see you try,” before going on your tiptoes in order to kiss him.

You thought Chanyeol would have changed his hair by now.

It had been a little over a week since his return, and he was still prancing about with his fairy-coloured hair. You thought he would've gone back to his natural hair colour by now, but as each day passed, Chanyeol seemed to be more in love with his new look. He was often exclaiming how good of a change this was, and how he felt like a new person. He even went as far as claiming that he should've “gone pink” earlier.

No matter how much he adored his cotton candy hair, Chanyeol could never escape the teasing from his members and you. Every chance you got, you would call him cute, and ruffle his hair, much to his annoyance. He still insisted that he was just a manly and hot as he was before, but with each passing day it became harder and harder to see him as anything other than soft.

“C’mon guys, we all know I rock this pink hair.” Chanyeol defended himself after Baekhyun had made fun of his coloured locks for the tenth time in the last hour.

You were all hanging out in his garage, the door open to let in the occasional summer breeze, reminiscent of old times, when the band was still up and rising. A lot of things had changed since those days. For one, you were here, sitting in Chanyeol’s lap, something you wouldn’t even dream of doing this time last year. There was also the addition of Billie, sitting next to Kai, and even newer was Martina, standing off to the side and casting the occasional glance at Sehun, who had taken up his usual spot, hidden behind his drums.

“Dude, seriously,” Kai started, looking at Chanyeol’s hair in distaste. “The bet is over, you can really get rid of it now.”

Your boyfriend scoffed. “Nonsense, I like it! I should’ve dyed it sooner.”

Sehun rolled his eyes, a habit of his you never got tired of. “Let’s be honest, you’re about the only person who likes it.”

There was a round of laughter, including your own, which only caused Chanyeol to frown even more.

“See? Even your girlfriend agrees it was a mistake.” you shot Baekhyun a glare at being called out like this, but it was too late, for Chanyeol was looking down at you demandingly.

“Was it really a mistake, (Y/N)? You told me you liked it!”

You looked back at him, his face quite close to yours, eyes already searching yours for any trace of deceit, but you quickly eased your features into a sweet smile. “Of course I do! You look cute.” you ruffled his hair, causing his face to scrunch up in the most endearing way. “Absolutely adorable. My cotton candy fairy cupcake prince.”

“Holy shit, I think I just barfed in my mouth.” Martina gagged, a hand covering her mouth.

“Seconded.” Baekhyun could not keep the disgusted look off of his face as he looked at you and Chanyeol.

“I’m not cute, though!” Chanyeol protested, for what felt like the millionth time. “My fans still think I’m hot!”

“As one of your fans, I know that you guys could literally be bald and you’d still have girls busting a nut.” Billie spoke nonchalantly, as if it was just a matter of fact, however her comment had the boys choking on their spit.

“It’s the truth.” you agreed. “You guys have no idea the kind of things these girls say about you. It’s wild.”

“They’re so far up your asses, of course they still think you’re hot, Chanyeol.” Billie continued. “No offense though!”

“Full offense, actually.” Baekhyun butt-in.

“Like you’re any better Baek.” Martina snorted. “Should I tell everyone about that awful mullet you had back in middle school?”

“Baekhyun with a mullet? This I need to hear about.” Kai laughed, while the singer sunk lower in his seat in embarrassment, sending his childhood friend daggers as she dove into the long-winded, humiliating tale.

You were trying to pay attention to it as well, always ready to hear funny stories at the expense of Chanyeol’s bandmates, but were finding it harder to do so with Chanyeol leaning in to whisper into your ear.

“You know very well I could still have you screaming my name in minutes, with your hands twisted in this very same hair. Let’s see you call me cute after I fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk for a week.”

You swallowed, your mouth suddenly dry, though you tried your best to mask the way his words were affecting you.

He leaned even closer, though, his lips moving against the shell of your ear, as he breathed his next words. “We could totally just slip right out of here without anyone noticing. We do have a lot of time to makeup for.”

You bit your lip, but otherwise refused to give in. Your heart was pounding in your chest, blood rushing at unimaginable speeds, heating up all of your body. His deep voice caused a shiver to run down your spine. It really had been a while.

Chanyeol captured your earlobe in his teeth, tugging at it softly. “What do you say?”

You nearly moaned right then and there, before reminding yourself that you were in front of all your friends. You could not give in. Chanyeol was trying to prove his point, and although he was doing a damn good job at it, you would rather suppress all of your hormones in order to prove him wrong. It was what you had been doing for years, you had mastered it at this point.

You turned to look at him, seeing that he had a smirk playing at his lips, thinking he had gotten to you. You leaning in to whisper in his ear only reinforced his smug look, his eyes now hooded and his breath hitched as he waits for your words.

“So should I scream cotton candy or soft fairy?”

His smirk completely disappeared within seconds, and through your laughter, you heard him muttering to himself.

“God, I hate you.”

Chanyeol hadn’t stopped trying to prove how sexy he could be for the next few days. He would purposely do all of the things he knew would drive you crazy. But you were strong. You knew you weren’t going to let him win. With that ridiculous new hair, there was no way you were going to let him be anything other than cute.

It was as if he had never left. You were back to your teasing antics, the taunts and playful comments only fuelling your feelings for him. Of course this is how it had always been. All those years spent hating each other and constantly being at each other’s throats could not completely disappear in the matter of months being in a relationship. One of the best things about being with Chanyeol was the fact that the two of you could still tease each other to no end, just as you had before. The only difference was that now your arguments would end more often than not in rough sex.

But not today. There was no way you were getting into bed with Stephanie from LazyTown. No matter how hot Chanyeol looked. It was a matter of seeing how long you could last.

It was a Monday night in late July, and you found yourself standing before the bar where it all began. It had been Kai’s idea to have a little secret performance here.

“For old times’ sake.” he had insisted.

The bar hadn’t changed at all since the last time you had visited it, which had been a few months; University had no mercy on you. It felt just as it had when you came here for the very first time, the iconic night you had seen Chanyeol performing in this very room. Nearly a year later and your hand was clasped in the guitarist’s as he led you to the stage where they were getting set up.

“Do you think many people are going to show up?” Martina was asking Baekhyun, curiously eyeing the mostly empty bar.

It was not the biggest, but it held a familiar feeling, like revisiting a childhood home. The ambiance was created with the hanging light bulbs that cast a soft yellow glow. You smiled to yourself as you recalled how many people had come to watch them back then. White Noise really was talented, there was no doubt about it.

“We didn’t really advertise it, so I have no idea.” Baekhyun shrugged. “It is a Monday night, so perhaps not many, but who cares, we’re here for nostalgic purposes.”

“We’ve been playing here for the past five years.” Chanyeol explained. “It was where we had our first gig. This is where it all started.”

“Oh wow, that’s pretty cool.” Martina nodded her head, impressed. “This place is super cute and lowkey, too. I like it.”

“Yeah Sehun’s old man did a good job with this place.” Kai smiled proudly, slapping Sehun on the back as the younger passed him in order to take his place behind his beloved drums.

“Wait, Sehun’s dad owns this place?” You didn’t know why you hadn’t known before. You never really spoke to Sehun, he mostly remained silent whenever you were all gathered together. You had always figured he was just shy.

“Wow, (Y/N) is a fake fan.” Baekhyun laughed.

“Well, given she did hate you for the past… how many years was it? Six?” Billie looked over at you for confirmation, but you simply rolled your eyes.

“Hey guys, I think we’re starting soon.” Sehun finally spoke, and you turned to see a small crowd beginning to form in front of you. The boys had already finished setting up, and were all set to go.

You looked up at Chanyeol, and ruffled his fluffy hair. He leaned down, hoping for a kiss, but you simply pecked him on the corner of his lips. “Good luck!”

“Fucking tease,” he growled, causing you to give him the widest grin.

You went over to Billie and Martina, taking a seat at the bar, in order to watch the show.

The crowd wasn’t as large as you were used to, but you didn’t mind. It was small and intimate and brought you back to that night Billie dragged you here for your very first White Noise performance.

They performed as they always did, with their heart and soul pouring out in every sound. As always, Chanyeol was the biggest mess while performing with the utmost passion. He was just as bad as he was that night, his lip biting, his unnecessary dance moves, and the black muscle tee was only showing off his arms, as well as further accentuating his broad shoulders.

But surprisingly enough, that wasn’t what was turning you on right now. You hated to admit it, but the pink hair - the fucking cotton candy ice cream fluff on his head - really, really suited him. He was like a completely different person.

Maybe it was his words from the past week finally getting to you, or perhaps it was the way he pushed his hair back, you weren’t too sure, but you were squeezing your thighs together as you kept staring at him.

“Girls,” Martina spoke after a long time spent in silence. She cleared her throat before speaking again, this time in a higher volume so she could be heard over the music. “I hate to say this, but Chanyeol really does look good with pink hair.”

“Fuck yes, he does.” you found yourself agreeing without so much as batting an eyelash, not wanting to take your eyes away from him. “That’s my boy.”

The rest of the performance went smoothly, with you still ogling your boyfriend without a care in the world. All you knew was that he had been right along, the pink hair most definitely did not prevent him from being as sexy as he was before.

The minute it ended, you waited a total of two minutes before making your decision. You marched right up to where he was, putting his guitar away.

“Hey, (Y/N), how was it?” he was slightly out of breath, and very sweaty after his performance, which only intensified your need for him.

You didn’t even answer his question, only tugging on his hand to pull him to the back of the bar.

The bathroom was thankfully unoccupied, and you locked the door the minute both of you were inside.  

Chanyeol looked at you in confusion, ready to ask what was up, when he was interrupted by you grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him in for a hard kiss. He immediately parted his lips, letting you take control for about a minute before his dominant side kicked in, his hands reaching around you to squeeze your ass. You gasped when he lifted you up and sat you down on the edge of the sink.

“So I’m guessing this means you liked it?” he smirked against your lips.

You ignored him, preoccupied with trying to rid him of his shirt, causing him to chuckle. He lifted it over his head easily, before helping you take yours off. You immediately let your hands freely roam his chest, still slick with sweat from having just performed.

“Wait, (Y/N), I’m gross and sweaty, don’t you wanna wait until I shower first?”

You were nipping at his neck now, leaving a trail of opened mouth kisses and beautiful colours in your wake. “Shut up, it’s sexy. And besides, we have a lot of catching up to do.” you began making a path back up to his lips, where you hesitated. “I’ll just join you in the shower later.”

“Holy shit,” he breathed, before catching your bottom lip in his teeth, causing your moan to fill his ears.

You really didn’t realize how much you needed him until you felt his fingers unbutton your shorts. He watched your face in fascination and wonder as he always did, because he adored the way your breath would get caught and your eyes would screw shut as he pleasured you.

You felt his long fingers ghosting over your covered core, making you immediately grasp onto his shoulders to brace yourself for what you knew was to come. You shut your eyes as you felt him push your panties to the side, biting your lip, anticipating, but to no avail.

“Chanyeol, what’s taking so long?” you huffed, glaring at him.

“Oh, sorry, I just missed you.”

Leave it to Chanyeol to be sentimental in the middle of sex. You rolled your eyes.

“I swear to God, Chanyeol, if you don’t sta- Oh my God!” your sentence ended abruptly as you moaned, finally feeling Chanyeol entering your heat.

Chanyeol paused. “Hmm? You were saying?”

“Just fucking move!”

You heard him laugh, but did as you requested, thrusting his finger in you in a rapid pace, before eventually adding another, throwing you off guard. Your moans began to increase in volume the faster and harder he went. Chanyeol sealed them by kissing you hard, reminding you that there was only the door of the bathroom separating you from everyone else in the bar. Had it been any other time, you would have been concerned about your friends worrying about your whereabouts, or worse, hearing you and Chanyeol, but right now you were far too gone to care. Never in a million years would you have been the one to drag Chanyeol into a public bathroom to fuck, no matter how many times you fantasized about it.

Chanyeol began to curve his fingers upwards with each thrust, hitting your sweet spot head-on. Your world was spinning, the knot in your stomach beginning to form. You could feel the end coming soon, and you began to meet Chanyeol’s thrust halfway, until you were pretty much riding his long digits.

You were rapidly approaching the edge, the grand finale, when he stopped. You had been so preoccupied with your release that you barely noticed Chanyeol had stopped kissing your lips and began kissing you lower and lower until he was right before your drenched center.

You were about to protest, when you realized where he was. He pulled your shorts and underwear down your legs in the slowest pace he could muster, enjoying the way you begged him to hurry the fuck up.

When your garments were at your ankles, you hastily kicked them off. With the amount of time Chanyeol was taking, you could feel your high slowly receding. Chanyeol separated your thighs, getting far to comfortable between them.

Almost like an instinct, your fingers found themselves tangled in his hair, almost bringing him closer to you. “Come on Chanyeol, just get to it already!”

Chanyeol just smirked, far too amused for your liking. “Would you look at that, I can still have you soaking despite my supposed soft hair. Who would’ve thought.”

“For fuck’s sake! You choose the absolute worst times to be petty!”

“So should I go change it back to brown tomorrow?” he rose an eyebrow at you.

You did not even hesitate with your answer, practically hissing. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

“Knew it.” That was all he needed to hear before he dove right in, licking a long stripe against your slit.

Maybe it was the fact that he was making you feel so good, or maybe it was the fact that it was Park Chanyeol, the boy you had somehow fallen in love with, in the craziest of ways, but seeing him now, with his head between your thighs, and your fingers tugging at his hair, hard enough that it must’ve been hurting, you thought that there was nowhere else you would rather be.

Perhaps Chanyeol having pink hair wasn’t the absolute worst thing in the world, after all.