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ellabsbitch · 2 years ago

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training wheels

pairing: ellie williams x reader

warnings: 18+ minors dni, lil possessiveness, ellie kinda stern with r ngl, she is sweet too tho trust, face slapping, fingering, dirty talk ig, idk what else

a/n: i’ve been trying to finish this for literally so long but today i had a sudden urge to finish it so here we are! i hope you enjoy n lmk what you think. also at first i was using the song “training wheels” by melanie martinez but it doesn’t match a lot but i kept the title. also kinda proofread kinda not so sorry if there’s typos.

wc: 4.1k :0

ever since you walked into Jackson, ellie has felt an overwhelming urge to protect you. she saw how nervous you were when you were meeting everyone and it made her want to take you in her arms and never let go.

eventually, you and ellie became very close friends. the two of you hardly spent time away from each other, unless she went on patrol. nonetheless, the first thing she would do when she got back from patrol was come see you. she loved the look on your face when she surprised you when coming home early. you would practically leap into her arms and tell her how much you missed her.

ellie just loved that about you, how sweet you are. you hardly ever became angry, if anything, you were like a ray of sunshine that ellie desperately needed in her life. the way you always were tending to others and never put yourself first made that funny feeling continue to grow in ellie’s chest, the urge to take care of you.

not only were you so kind, you also were so innocent. when you went to the tipsy bison with ellie and her friends, the group cracked vulgar jokes all night that had everyone crying laughing. meanwhile, when ellie looked to you, she saw the quirk of your brow as you sat in confusion. without explaining, she rubbed the small of your back with a soft smile. she liked that you didn’t understand the crude jokes they made.

one time at one of many sleepovers, ellie was sitting on your living room couch waiting for you to finish getting ready for bed when you came downstairs in the most skimpy pair of pink shorts she had ever seen. not only that, you also adorned a nearly see-through white tank top. with a quick glance at your chest, she immediately took notice that you weren’t wearing a bra either.

ellie’s skin grew hot as she watched you walk towards her, looking like you came straight out of that playboy magazine she found awhile back when she was patrolling with dina. you stood in front of her, fingers tangled together in shyness.

“does this look okay ellie?” you said, finally uncrossing your arms, giving ellie a perfect view of the hardness peaking through the fabric of the tight tank top. ellie didn’t even get a second to retrieve the air back into her lungs before she watches as you turn around, showing off the way the shorts fall so short on your ass that it was leaving nothing to the imagination. the air must’ve made its way back to ellie because she’s sighing out as she stares as your beautiful body, at a loss for words.

“you look beautiful, sweetheart,” she gritted out, all while staring at you with so much adoration. she watches as you giggle and turn back around to jump onto the couch and cuddle up next to her.

“thank you els,” you say, looking up at her with wide eyes, having no clue what you are doing to her.

however, as much as she felt the need to protect you, she also wanted to be the one to ruin you. at sleepovers, when y’all slept settled up right against each other, she dreamt about taking you right there. she often fantasized while on patrol about how you would feel if she ever got the chance to have you, leaving her to excuse herself from her designated patrol partner to deal with her problem else where.

slowly, ellie started to cross the line of friendliness and flirting. whenever out with friends, she would find herself resting her hand on the inside of your thigh if you sat next to her (which was majority of the time). whenever she saw someone staring at you if you guys were out, ellie would pull you tightly into her side and run off the person just from her piercing glare. at your usual movie sleepovers, she led you to her lap during the movie rather than your usual spot next to her. all through the movie, ellie’s hands rubbed from the outside to the inside of your thighs, leaving you with tingles in your lower body.

more recently, ellie found herself reprimanding you when you decided you were going to act out. whenever you began to whine after ellie ended up winning in a game of “go fish”, ellie was quick to correct you with a stern pat to the side of your thigh and a simple, “no whining” that immediately shut you up.

one night when you and her went out with dina and jesse, she watched you and dina dash to the dance floor, leaving her and jesse to talk at the bar. as jesse began rambling on about the patrolling routes, her eyes flitted from him to you every few seconds, making sure you were okay. after double-checking on you, she turns back to jesse and finds herself laughing at the impressions he makes of the people at the bar.

she’d gotten so caught up with jesse that for a moment she forgot where you went, glancing to the barstool next to her. the anxiety in her chest fades away when realization hits her as she remembers you were just dancing with dina. however, the anxiety quickly turns into anger due to the fact she wasn’t expecting to look back at you to find you dancing with one of the guys that work at the bar with Seth. though you seemed to just be having fun, the guy clearly had different intentions than you. for a moment, she watched as he pressed himself into you from behind and she swore she saw red. ellie hastily excused herself from the conversation with jesse and made a beeline to you.

you don’t notice her presence at first, that was until you felt a familiar grip around your wrist, yanking you in the same direction. whipping your head towards her, you don’t even get the chance to see her face at the rate she’s already dragging you away from the scene and out of the bar. your feet tangled together as you struggled to match her pace and after a few minutes of trying and failing to keep up with ellie, your wrist starts to feel numb and you whimper when the grip on your wrists does not let up.

hearing your whimper, her grip loosens and she stops walking all together, now turning to fully face you. finally getting a look at her face, you see a range of emotions dancing in her eyes, most notably, anger. you cower under her angry stare, diverting your eyes to your pink converse that contrast greatly next to her black pair.

the ground becomes very interesting to look at while you avoid your favorite pair of green eyes. before you get the chance to count the 5th rock you’ve started concentrating on, you feel her grip your chin, placing her thumb under your bottom lip and her index under your chin. she lifts your head back up to meet her gaze and she looks as mad as ever.

“i don’t ever wanna see you dancing with anyone like that, okay baby? promise me you won’t do that again.” she says, surprisingly soft for the way her eyes beat down onto you. without a second thought, you nod your head, heart beating out of your chest. she shakes her head, reaching her other hand up to run her fingers through your messy hair, “i need words pretty.”

you shake under her stare, attempting to swallow before responding, “no more els, i’m sorry.” her palms find your cheeks, as she cups your face between them and smiles, “good girl.” the ache between your legs, like the one you get when she touches you, returns at her words and you sigh out, leaning into her palm.

never did you question ellie’s actions, or thought of them as weird considering you two were just friends. you believed she knew what was best for you. in fact, you loved when ellie was more possessive over you. though you didn’t understand what exactly was going on between you two, you knew that ellie was the reason for the pounding between your thighs whenever she was near.

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tonight was your weekly movie night. you and ellie were currently sat on your soft couch, cuddled up next to each other watching a movie she found while on patrol the day before. with one glance at ellie, you thought you were going to die at the familiar ache that began to grow between your legs.

ellie was leaned back against the couch, legs spread out in relaxation with her arms resting on the back of the couch. her left arm was right against your back and every so often you would feel her hand dip down and rub at your shoulder. your stare doesn’t falter when she glances down at you and smiles, her eyes meet your own before she turns back toward the flashing colors exuding from the tv. the throbbing grows stronger causing your eyes to glaze over in want. you didn’t know what would stop the ache, but you knew you needed her to touch you.

trying not to make your feelings so obvious, you slowly scoot closer into her side and leaning your head on her upper body. your eyes never leave hers through your movements, though she never even looks at you. you almost whine at the lack of attention she’s giving you but you remember her expressing to you how she doesn’t like whining, she would rather talk to her than whine.

you twitch again, moving even further into her, leaving no room left between you two. at your continued movement, her head turns down towards where you’re staring up at her with a look in your eye that ellie can’t put her finger on. her arm drops from the back of the couch to wrap around your waist, holding you tightly to her.

“what is it, pretty?” she whispers, the loud movie playing in the background. ellie watches as you whimper at the compliment and her eyes drop down to see you try to subtlety squeeze your thighs together.

when she looks back up at your face, she notices you biting your lip as you stare back at her. ellie nearly groans out at the way you are looking at her, eyes glazed over in need.

as for you, her intense gaze makes you nervous, leading you to look down at your lap. ellie is quick to pull your chin back up to face her and you whine out at the physical contact. she tuts at the noise, gripping your chin a little harder.

“hey, none of that. use your words baby,” she says with a stern tone and a shake of her head. the grip she has on your chin only intensifies the want you are craving from her.

you feel your cheeks heat up at the nickname and you suddenly feel very shy. truth be told, you don’t know what is wrong so how can you tell her?. all you know is that you need ellie to make it better.

“it hurts els…” you trail off, starting to slowly move your hips. thought ellie knows exactly what ‘hurts’, she tries her best to put on her best worried expression for you.

“tell me what hurts so i can make you feel better baby,” ellie says, hand moving from your chin to the side of your face, holding your face in her palm.

you lean into the warmth of her palm and nuzzle your cheek into it. ellie smiles down at you, watching as you slowly lose your mind as the intensity of your wanting grew stronger.

you sob out to her, control being tossed out the window, “b-between my legs… it only feels better when you touch me.” with your words, you try to drag the hand that is at your waist down where you need it most.

you don’t get far as ellie is quick to snatch your hand in her iron tight grip. the pleasant look on her face disappears in seconds, now replaced with an icy glare conveniently directed straight at you.

“uh-uh, you ask me nicely to touch you,” ellie grits out at you. unfortunately for you, a whine escapes your lips causing ellie’s grip on your hand and face to tighten even more. “i’m trying to be sweet with you baby but you’re acting like a selfish brat. maybe you don’t deserve my kindness.”

crying out, you begin to beg for forgiveness. “n-no i’m sorry els i’ll be a good girl for you, please i’m sorry,” you find yourself crawling into her lap as you speak without any resistance from her side. ellie looks at you with a skeptical eye and she tilts her head slightly to the side.

“be a good girl and ask nicely for me to touch you,” she finally answers, her touch disappearing from your skin. at the loss of her warm hands on your body, you pout, neediness growing stronger.

“please els, ‘m sorry, j-just need you touch me!” you whine out to her, eyes wide as you take on the lustful gaze in her own. she stares back at you, considering your words.

absentmindedly during her consideration, you grind your core into her jean-covered lap, the thick material sending shots of pleasure to your warmth.

hit with the realization of your movements, ellie’s hands pop up and the iron grip on your hips returns shortly after she lands a heavy slap onto the side of your thigh. she holds your hips down onto her lap, the pressure stimulating your bundle of nerves. eyes now tightly shut, you cry out at the closeness, leaving her to scoff up at you. suddenly, there’s a quick slap the side of your face, whipping your face to the side.

your eyes fall shut as heat spreads across your cheek. tears leak down your reddened face, you peek back open to see those familiar green eyes pouring into youl. her fiery stare matches the harsh grip she keeps on your body, not letting up in the slightest.

“are you too fucking dumb to follow my simple directions? my little slut is so needy she can’t listen to a word i say?” her voice fills the previously silent room, apart from the panting that could be heard from the both of you. you shudder, however you fail to respond to her assertions, leaving her to mockingly coo at you, “that’s okay baby, i’ll just have to make you listen.”

an unfamiliar feeling coursed up and throughout your body at the thought of what’s to come. whether it was fear or excitement, it made you grow even more wet than you already were. in a flash, your pink pajama shorts are being ripped down your shaky body.

gasping at the sudden coolness from the air hitting the insides of your thighs, you try to close your legs to stop from shivering. before you could get your legs shut, ellie’s hands glide down to your knees where she yanks them back open to spread you out for her.

“no more hiding from me baby,” lips slowly turning up into a grin as she glances from your face down to what lies between your thighs. slowly, one of the hands that gripped the back of your knee smooths over your legs up to the waistband of your underwear, in which she runs the tips of her fingers across. her teasing causes your core to ache even more leaving you a whining mess above her. she breaks her trance when her eyes meet yours, lips breaking out into a smirk before her head dips down to leave gentle kisses on your lower abdomen.

she leaves a trail of kisses down to the top of your underwear, each one producing a new wave of chills that roll down your body. ellie pulls away for a moment admiring the whimpering mess that you’ve become before she is yanking your soaked underwear down your legs to fall on top of your forgotten pajama shorts.

still spread out on top of her, you let out a loud moan when the chill air hits your naked center. almost as if she knew, ellie’s grip on your legs tightens the second she feels your legs move to close again. another one of her smirks appears on your face and she pulls her head back up to leave a kiss on your lips, yours wet with tears due to the teasing she’s done thus far. your lips mold along with hers while her hands slip up to rub at the sides of your hips. just as the kiss gets intense, her growing more aggressive as you get more worked up, she pulls away and reaches up to cup your warm face with her rough hands.

“you still with me baby?” she quietly ask, her gaze dancing between your eyes. you immediately nod your head and close your eyes to lean back into the kiss, though you’re pulled back before you can even get close. she’s shaking her head at you when you open your eyes, the grip she has on your face tightening. “i need words sweet girl.”

“y-yes els, i’m with you,” you murmur, so entranced by her beauty that you can hardly think straight. she’s staring back at you with that same lustful look, making you squirm on her lap.

she smirks, “there’s my good girl. now why don’t you lay on the coach for me, okay baby?” once again you nod your head before remembering her previous words, then you respond with an, “okay els.”

you slide off of her lap with ease, eyes glancing toward the movie that had been long forgotten by now. a familiar rough hand reaches down to guide your face back towards the reason for your need and you find those green eyes that you adore so much staring right back at you. ellie smiles down at you, hand drifting up to brush your hair back into place from the messy movements, leaving you sighing at her soft touch. her body cages you from above and you shudder when you glance at her lean arms that stand next to your head. the hand in your hair trails back down to stroke your jaw as she gets situated on top of you.

“you just needed my help, huh pretty girl? your little cunt was aching so bad, you just needed me to make you feel better?” she pouts down at you, still stroking the side of your face. you whine at the truth behind her words, knowing she is exactly what you needed.

“yes els, need you to make it stop!” you whine out, back unknowingly arching up towards her touch. ellie can’t help but grin at the desperation of your words, the hand not occupied with your face smoothing down toward the place you need her most.

“i’ll make it better for you sweet girl, you don’t have to whine,” she says slightly giggling at your neediness. you pout at her laughs and as soon as she notices, she’s apologizing. “sorry baby, you just look so cute when you’re needy…” she states with a smile. heat rises up your neck but you can’t be bothered to cower away in embarrassment, too needy for her touch.

without further teasing, she eases her hand down to your spread legs and slowly begins to swipe up and down your slit. you cry out at the feeling, keeping your eyes trained on her concentrated expression. she glances up at your face for a moment before she starts thumbing at your clit.

“you’re so wet baby, and i’ve barely touched you. it must’ve been hurting so bad, huh?” she coos down at your pouting face. you nod quickly at her assumption, rocking your hips to meet each movement she makes on your cunt. “my sweet girl, i’ll make you feel better.”

with her words, she eases her way to your little hole, rubbing at the wetness that’s collecting there. slowly, she sinks her middle finger into her wanting hole and you can’t help but arch your back at the intrusion. you moan out at the new sensation, shuddering from the warmth that she provides you.

“e-els…” voice cracking at the slow pace she drags on, letting you get used to the new feeling. her hand at your cheek strokes your face as she peers back up at you.

“sh, sh, shhh, i got you baby, just take it for me,” she nearly moans herself, your beautiful body captivating her thoughts. her slow pace has you wanting more now that the initial pain subsides and you whine out a, “m-more please ellie!” she grins but nonetheless, slips out of you before gathering up more of your wetness to ease in her ring finger along with her middle finger.

the fullness you feel sends shots of pleasure up your body, leaving you a panting mess below her. she takes your moans of pleasure as a sign to quicken her movements, as she speeds up the attack on your aching center. ellie’s fingers pound into your cunt at an alarming pace that brings tears down your face and whimpers from your lips.

“yeah, this is just what you needed, huh baby? needed me to fuck the neediness outta ya’?” ellie groans out at the sight of the mess you’re making around her fingers. the sight only makes her fingers quicken and she find the spot that will send you over the edge if she keeps up the pace.

“y-yes needed it so bad! needed y-your fingers els,” whining out to her, feeling an overwhelming sensation take over your body. you feel something new building up lower and you welcome it with a loud cry.

“yeah just like that, sweet girl. just let go for me,” ellie replies, eyes never leaving your blown out orbs, glazed over in desire. her pace never falters, even as you’re screaming out as you near your release. you feel the new sensation start to come undone and you call out her name as you release all over her fingers. she guides you through your orgasm, free hand cradling your cheek as she whispers praises from above, and she slowly begins to ease the pace she has on your cunt. the tears don’t stop while you come down from your high, eyes staring up at ellie’s, taking in her words that leave your body shaking underneath her.

“that’s my good girl, you did so good for me. i’m so proud of you baby,” she whispers, leaning down to kiss the tears that still trickle for the corner of your eyes. once you’ve finally reached the end of your release, ellie gently slips her fingers from you and wipes her hand before reaching her hand up to join the other as she cradles your face between them. her kisses are littered across your entire face, sending you in a fit of giggle at the tickling sensation they leave behind. ellie pulls away to smile down at you, leaving one final kiss on your swollen lips. she disconnects the tender kiss to look at you once more, admiring your reddened cheeks and watery eyes.

“my beautiful girl,” she states with a soft smile that has you blushing even more. you watch as she gets up from the couch with a quick “be right back” and she disappears into the darkness. when she returns, she has a washcloth and a new pair of underwear along with some new sleep shorts for you to wear. softly, she cleans you up, quick apologies leaving her lips if she grazes a sensitive area. once she has you cleaned up, she helps you get into your new clothes before laying you back down onto the couch. ellie grabs the nearest blanket, yearning to get back to you as soon as possible, and bundles you both up underneath it. she slides in behind you and holds you in between her arms, leaving a kiss to your head when she notices your eyes drifting closed. you hear her mumble out a gentle, “rest my sweet girl,” before you fall into the most restful slumber you’ve had in weeks, between her warm embrace.

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chxnsaphrodite · 2 years ago

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Message in a Bottle (minho x reader)

minho x reader fake dating college au!

a/n: i'm a lil bit too proud of this piece so if you hate it keep it to yourself, this is also the first full-length fic i've written so. inspired by the love hypothesis! came up with the idea originally a year ago after finishing the book.

words: 11.2k

warnings: smut with plot, reader is a virgin, reader uses she/her pronouns, typos, slight corruption kink, protection IS USED FOR ONCE. minho calls the reader a whore like once...maybe twice, lmk if i missed any.

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to say lee minho was boyfriend material would be a mere understatement. to be honest, you saw him as nothing better than just some guy who plays with girls around campus, yet here you were, sealing the deal with him. “it would be for like two months, tops,” minho said. you bit the inside of your cheek.

“and what are you getting out of it? what would you gain?” you asked him.

“lia getting off of my back,” he replied snarkily. lia and minho were exes you could say, but lia was the most consistent girl minho has ever been with. they were known to show up to campus parties and then mysteriously disappear, probably jerking each other off in the host’s room. you were pretty sure minho had every possible std there was out there considering his reputation. but yet here he was, asking you to fake date him for two months. “listen if you’re uncomfortable we don’t have to, but i’m just saying you’d have a reason for the board to believe that you’re gonna still attend miroh college for the rest of the school year and you could get the funds-”

“okay okay i’ll do it just, lets make up rules,” you said, cutting him off. minho smirked.

“lay it on me,” he replied.

“first of all, no kissing, like ever,” you said.

“how are people gonna think we are dating if you wont kiss me?” minho asked.

“well there’s other ways to show affection-”

“you really think someone would believe i wouldnt kiss my girlfriend in public?” minho pointed out.

“okay um, but i- i dont know-”

“have you ever kissed someone y/n?” minho questioned you. you felt your face burnt up slightly.

“i uh well this boy in my 6th grade-”

“no i mean really kissed,” minho added.

“it was pretty real to me,” you commented. minho chuckled.

“okay, so no kissing, but pda?” he asked. you nodded.

“yeah like, hand-holding and stuff,” you stated.

“got it, could i add my own rule?” minho asked.

“sure,” you said.

“dont fall for me, i mean the whole point of this is so i can get a girl off my back, not get another one on,” he said. you nodded confidently.

“will do, won’t catch me slipping,”you replied. minho stuck his hand out to you.

“so its a deal then?”

“deal.”

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you desperately needed this grant from your school, and rumors of you and minho dating would be the perfect way to convince them. this was the first time your school had ever declined your request when it came to your films. your short films had gained multiple awards and praise for miroh college, but it’s because of these awards that other colleges had offered to give you a full-ride scholarship to their schools. to be honest, you had played with the idea of transferring to a film-based college, but you were waiting for one in particular. stray film college had been your dream school since you were 15, and they finally reached out to you. they promised a full-ride scholarship if you could produce one more film, a film that needed to be a personal film. you had no idea what to do for it, but you knew you would need funds for the mic set and to possibly pay actors. you don’t know how or why, but somehow the school caught wind of this, and now suddenly they refused to help you with production altogether. you hate to admit it, but minho’s plan could very likely be the key to your dream school.

you were typing yet another email to your department’s head when someone tapped on the top of your laptop. you looked up and met eyes with your friend, hyunjin. hyunjin ran his fingers through his currently, long blonde hair. “blonde again jinnie?” you asked.

“i needed a change, plus i haven’t tried blonde with my long hair yet so i figured now was the time,” he replied. you chuckled as he took a sit across from you. the two of you met up in the school cafeteria often, ever since you guys met as freshmen. hyunjin was actually the only actor that would always act in your films for free. that’s how the two of you became friends in the first place. “what are you working on now, y/n?” hyunjin asked.

“typing another email, i need to get the funds,” you replied.

“you think they’ll give it to you?” he asked again. you sighed.

“no, but they might soon,” you replied.

“whats the plan? do i need to beat up mr. park?” he questioned. he said the last part with a smirk.

“no hyunjin, this plan does not require anyone being beat up,” you said, you looked around, “it’s a secret for now, i’m sure you’ll hear within the next few days or so.”. hyunjin turned his head to the right.

“what’re you up to?” he asked.

“so many questions! just dont worry about it. you just have to know i have it figured out,” you told him. that was when the messages started.

[minho: hey we need to go to this party tonight

[minho: lia is bringing her entire group there

[you: um ive never been to a party before…

[minho: ur shitting me right?

[you: nope.

[minho: ill pick you up, just be ready in like an hour or two.

[you: hour?

[minho: 2 max, you need to meet some of my friends before hand

[you: i know your friends.

[minho: you know the rumors about my friends, but you dont know my friends

[minho: plus how exactly do you plan on getting home if i end up black out drunk?

[you: 2 and half hours.

[minho: deal.

you closed your laptop. “looks like part of my plan is taking place, ive got to go get ready,” you said, standing up.

“call me later?” hyunjin asked. you shrugged.

“ill be out pretty late,” you commented.

“y/n…you’re not prostituting are you?!” hyunjin asked.

“no! just dont worry ill explain later.”

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you stood in front of the mirror looking at your outfit. you had picked a slightly skimpy outfit, but felt it was appropriate for the occasion, it was a baby pink pleated skirt with a black t shirt. that was when you heard a knock at your dorm’s door. you sighed, knowing it was probably minho already picking you up. you opened the door, and was greeted by a well dressed minho. “you ready?” he asked. you nodded.

the car ride to wherever minho was taking you was uncomfortably silent. to be honest, up to this point you and minho had rarely ever spoken, let alone crossed paths. “so uh…who’s hosting the party?” you asked.

“chris bang,” minho answered flatly.

“i thought you guys hated each other?” you questioned.

“listen, he comes to my friends’ parties all the time, its more of a rivalry if anything,” he stated. you looked out of the window. chris bang was another infamous man around campus. he was the head of the double knot frat, and had a similar reputation to minho. chris’ rep was totally different, where minho was known to be a complete heart breaker, chris was more of the never the same girl twice kind of guy. he never really talked to girls long enough for them to think he liked them, but long enough to be intimate. unbeknownst to you, minho really did hate him. he just didnt make a big deal about it, besides there were more important things to be focusing on, such as making lia go away. minho pulled into an apartment complex. “attention passenger, we have reached destination jisung and changbin’s apartment,” minho announced. minho walked over to your side and opened the door for you. “m’lady” he said, motioning his other arm towards the apartment entrance. you laughed a bit before standing up.

“thank you, sir,” you told him. you closed the car door behind you, after which minho put an arm around your shoulder. you jumped at first being shocked by his action.

“remember, im just your lovely new boyfriend,” he whispered into your ear. you nodded. minho walked you to the door. minho knocked on the door, and surprisingly neither jisung or changbin answered. “seungmin! you’re coming along?” minho asked the man who opened the door.

“why not, haven’t gone out with you guys in a while,” seungmin answered. seungmin met eyes with you and raised his eyebrows. “who’s the chick?” he asked.

“shes-”

“the chick is me. i’m y/n, minho’s girlfriend,” you introduced. seungmin looked over at minho in slight disbelief.

“seungmin the airconditioning is on, close the door!” changbin called. changbin walked over towards the door to see what seungmin was doing, and once again you were looked at with wide eyes. “who-”

“this is y/n, my girlfriend, i was going to tell you guys once i got inside but seungmin felt the need to question us before hand,” minho explained.

“y/n? as in film major y/n?” changbin asked you. you smiled at the recognition for films, and nodded.

“the one and only,” you replied. changbin stuck his hand out.

“your films are awesome, it amazes me that someone that’s my age could produce something like that,” he told you. you shook his hand.

“wow , uh thank you, i didnt take you to be the film type?” you stated. changbin nodded.

“come in come in!” changbin said excitedly.

“is it just me or does changbin look more excited to talk to your girlfriend than us,” seungmin mumbled to minho as the two of you walked in. minho shrugged.

“as long as the lady is happy,” he replied. seungmin looked at minho again.

“since when did you care this much about your girlfriends?” seungmin asked.

“since her,” minho replied, pointing to you and changbin happily chatting. jisung bursted into the room form his bedroom.

“alright let’s get the show on the road, wooyoung is saying chris has some free alcohol and i do not want to miss it,” jisung announce, car keys in hand. jisung looked over at you, “hello there, and who might you be?”. minho protectively put his arm around your shoulders.

“y/n, is my plus one tonight,” minho grinned. you nodded.

“also minho’s latest girlfriend,” seungmin commented. jisung looked at you and minho and shrugged.

“okay, whatever, we need to leave, like now,” he told everyone in the room.

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the moment the 5 of you arrived at the party it was complete chaos. there were girls completely topless dancing on tables, people trying to down as many shots as possible, and pda in every corner. minho grabbed your hand. “follow my lead,” he whispered to you. for some reason, minho holding your hand made your heart skip a tad. you nodded. minho led you to the porch in the back, where there were many familar faces, but particularly lia and her posse. lia had 4 other friends, yeji, ryujin, chaeryeong, and a freshman yuna. as far as you knew, they were all daddy’s money and felt some sort of entitlement at miroh college. other faces you recognized on this porch was of course, chris bang and his close friends, felix and another freshman jeongin. “lee, nice of you to show,” chris commented. minho looked back up.

“wouldn’t miss it, bang,” he replied. it wasnt until you noticed lia practically glaring at you that you remembered you were still holding minho’s hand.

“y/n? right?” chris asked you. you nodded. chris looked back between you and minho. “you two an item or something?” chris asked minho

“my girlfriend actually,” minho answered.

“you ever been to a party before director?” chris interrogated. you hesitated before nodding.

“no she hasn’t,” lia said.

“yes i have, maybe you just haven’t seen me before,” you shot back.

“really? well then maybe you wouldn’t mind playing a few drinking games, you know, with the girls,” lia added. you nodded, more confidently this time.

“totally,” you replied. lia looked back at her girls, and at the same time minho whispered to you,

“y/n are you sure about this? i could easily think of a way out of this-”

“let’s go then,” you stated confidently to lia. lia smirked.

“sounds fun, you boys won’t mind if we disappear for an hour or two,” she asked. minho glared at lia, knowing she was up to something. “oh c’mon minho, let the girl have some girl time, besides who knows, maybe by the time we’re back you’ll have found someone else to play with,” lia replied snarkely. minho clenched his teeth, but you put your hand on his shoulder as a way to tell him it was alright. yeji got up form her chair.

“let’s go,” she told her friend. you followed the 5 girls back into the frat house, where you ended up in some unknown person’s room. there were many other girls you recognized from around the campus in the room. yeji picked up a random bottle on the floor and read the name. “here, “y/n, you’ve surely had this before,” yeji picked up a bottle that had the name ‘jagermeister’ printed on it, and handed it to you. truth be told, you knew next to nothing about alcohol, let alone had you drunk more than the champagne you drank at new years.

“of course,” you lied. yeji looked back up at lia.

“why don’t you take a drink or two?” lia said, handing you the bottle. you opened the bottle, and got a whiff of a black licorice that made you want to throw up an entire lung. “go on,” lia told you. you gulped before you started chugging it. the other girls looked at you in shock.

“y/n are you okay?” chaeryeong asked you. you squeezed your eyes and nose before nodding.

“yeah, totally, like i said, i’ve drank before..” you trailed off, “maybe not as intense as that.”. lia let out a scoff. you stood up. “either way, im gonna find minho,” you said. you walked away from the room, and as you closed the door you sighed.

“girls giving you a hard time?” a familiar voice called. you turned to see jisung.

“uh yeah sure,” you answered.

“y’know its only because lia believes you and minho’s ruse,” he replied.

“yeah i- wait what?” you asked surprisingly.

“i can read right through you two, minho may be able to fool the others but he still can’t fool me,” jisung explained. you looked at him, and started to open your mouth when jisung said, “don’t worry i wont tell anyone, i’m not sure why you two decided to do this, but i won’t tell,”.

“thank you, jisung,” you said. jisung moved to the side.

“welp, i’ve gotta go do what i was doing before i met up with you,” jisung told you.

“yeah, of course,” you replied. jisung walked passed you, and you watched as he left. you walked down the stairs to the first floor of the frat house. as you stood and watched chaos, you could suddenly feel the rush of the drink from earlier sinking in. it was then you felt a tap on your shoulder.

“y/n are you okay?” minho asked. you stared at him for a second before feeling a sudden rush to your gut. you shook your head before you threw up all over minho and yourself.

it was like the world stopped in that moment and your first instinct was to run away.

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you ran down the street, with no real destination in mind other than far away from the doubleknot frat. suddenly your fuzzy mind was interrupted by a voice.

“y/n?”

“y/n??”

“y/n!!”

and suddenly you were blacked out.

you groaned as you awoke in an unfamiliar bed room, but a quick sniff of the bed sheets you recognized it was hyunjin’s. you sat up and felt your head pounding. “goodmorning, sleeping beauty,” hyunjin said, standing in the door way.

“what happened?” you asked.

“i should be asking you the same thing,” hyunjin replied. you thought for a moment on the events of last night.

“i know i was at chris bang’s party,” you said, “oh my god minho!”.you reached for your phone, which hyunjin had (thankfully) taken the liberty to plug in for you. just a glance at the messages you suddenly remembered a key moment from last night.

[minho: hey where are you?

[minho: y/n this isnt funny, answer your phone

[minho: im sorry.

“whats got you so worked up, and whats up with you and minho?” hyunjin asked.

“have rumors already spread?” you said. hyunjin let out a sigh.

“unfortunately a bit more than just some rumors spread,” he told you, showing you a video someone had taken of you throwing up on minho. you closed your eyes and lifted your head back.

“of course,” you let out. hyunjin wrapped and arm around your shouldand rubbed your arm.

“hey on the brightside i brought you some hang over food!” hyunjin announced. hyunjin got out of the bed and walked to the kitchen. you sent a quick message to minho.

[y/n: im so sorry a million times over, could we meet up today?

[minho: yeah, campus research center?

[y/n: sounds good.

hyunjin walked in with a breakfast bagel sandwich and a smoothie concoction. “what;s the drink?” you asked.

“hangover juice,” he answered. you took the drink from his hands and took a big gulp of it. you squeezed your eyes and nose.

“that is so gross why would you even give me that!” you exclaimed.

“i never said it was good,” hyunjin mumbled.

the school’s research center was surprisingly empty, with just a few students surrounding you. you waited until minho finally showed up.

“minho,” you called.

“you ever heard of answering your phone?” he asked aggresively.

“i know, im sorry, i can pay for dry cleaning-”

“thats not what i was worried about, you rand out of the party with no one, drunk and alone, do you know how scary that sounds?” minho asked you.

“i- uh, yeah,” you replied. there was an awkward pause.

“i’m sorry, y/n, i was just, i was really worried,” he stated. you nodded. “so you got home safe?” minho asked.

“yeah, my friend hyunjin found me, luckily,” you asnwered.

“good,” minho said.

“did lia believe it?” you asked. minho smirked.

“totally,” he told you, “according to changbin she wouldn’t shut up about it, but then the whole throwing up thing happened..”. you smacked your face with your hand.

“what am i going to do that video is so embarrassing,” you said.

“oh that's nothing, last year a video of jisung stripping completely naked surfaced,” minho told you. you shivered at the thought of a video of yourself stripping being spread without your consent. “besides its only spreading because i mean, who would expect you to be at bang’s party,” minho said.

“was it really that big of a deal?” you asked. minho nodded.

“look, this crowd of typical college kids know when theres someone new, let alone someone who’s already known around campus for films,” minho answered. there was an uncomfortable silence between the two of you.

“so uh, what now?” you asked.

“well i guess we have to make some more exclusive meetings now that the words out,” minho replied.

“so dinner?” you suggested.

“sure,” minho said.

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unsurprisingly, you arrived first to the local restaurant on campus. though it wasnt uncommon, minho was slightly late, but it had already been 15 minutes. you sighed as you checked your phone, expecting a text message saying he was caught up in something, but to no avail, nothing. suddenly you heard someone knock on the table. “minho- oh, uh chris,” you said, looking up at the bleach blonded man.

“fancy seeing you here, y/n, lee leaving you waiting?” he asked you.

“well not really, im actually here early,” you lied.

“mind if i take a seat?” he asked, motioning to the booth seat in front of you.

“i- uh- yeah sure?” you replied. he chuckled.

“you sound scared, i’m just taking a seat until your boyfriend gets here, someone’s got to look over the pretty ladies,” chris said flirtatiously. you let out an awkward chuckle. “so, you and minho, how did you two meet?” he asked you. you quickly tried to think of a lie.

“uh, highschool,” you answered. chris looked at you suspiciously.

“lee didn’t go to our highschool,” he stated.

“okay well- wait what? our school?” you questioned. he turned his head slightly.

“do you not remember me?” he started, “we were in the same home economics class.”. you sat there and thought about it. suddenly you gasped.

“bang chan?!” you exclaimed. he giggled.

“yeah, i don't go by chan anymore, just chris,” chris told you, “i actually was wondering if you’d do me a favor and keep it between us?”. you nodded.

“of course, im just embarrassed i didn’t recognize you earlier,” you told him.

“no it's okay, most people didn’t or don’t, but i was more shocked when i heard your name spring around,” he explained.

“yeah well, that makes two of us, i never expected my films to get much praise,” you replied.

“i could, i still remember that jackson guy having you edit is student president video,” he said.

“you remember that?! don't speak of my dark past,” you said. you both laughed and smiled at each other.

“could i maybe have your number? maybe we could do some good old high school reminiscing together?” chris asked. you nodded.

“yeah of course,here hand me your phone,” you said. you took chris’ phone and typed your number when someone cleared their throat. you both looked up to minho. you handed chris back his phone.

“bang, would you mind telling me why you’re talking to my girlfriend?” minho questioned chris.

“i was just leaving actually,” chris said, standing up from the booth. chris walked away, and minho watched as he left. minho sighed before taking a seat where chris once sat.

“he didnt do anything right?” he asked. you shook your head.

“no uh, he was just asking some basic questions about us,” you answered. minho sort of looked off for a moment, you felt like he wanted to know more, but knew he wasn’t going to ask. “anyway, you’re late, like way late,” you stated.

“i know im sorry,” he replied. you sighed.

“it’s fine i guess,” you said. minho reached for your hands across the table and lightly squeezed. something about it, despite you knowing it was an act, felt so nice. it felt, right, to be with minho at that moment, and undoubtedly minho really wasn’t that bad of a guy. he seemed to care deeply about whether or not you were comfortable with specific things or whether you were safe. but part of you just thought that it was minho being a decent human being, and you curse yourself for setting your standards in men so low. “chris seems, nice enough, why do you guys hate each other so much?” you asked. minho didnt answer.

“its not important, really,” minho began, “we just don’t mesh i guess.”. you decided not to push more. you looked up from minho, and spotted some girls a few tables down looking at you and minho. “are they looking?” he asked. you nodded. he smirked. “great, surely they’ll tell all their little friends,” he responded.

“hopefully,” you responded.

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“you’re dating who?!” hyunjin exclaimed. you quickly shushed him.

“not so loud jinnie, it’s still a library,” you replied, “plus i thought the rumor would have spread by now.”.

“i mean yeah, but i just assumed it was fake, y’know never took you as minho’s type,” he stated. you sighed.

“well, uh, i am so,” you said. hyunjin wrinkled his eye brows and leaned in.

“you’re totally fibbing,” hyunjin wh

“pshh what?” you stated loudly. you flushed at your sudden burst before clearing your throat, “i mean, what? why would i lie about that,” you said. hyunjin chuckled and crossed his arms.

“i don’t know maybe to convince the board you have a reason to stay at miroh,” hyunjin said flatly. you sighed.

“okay,” you admitted.

“seriously?” he asked. you nodded in shame.

“but look, it’s just until stay college can view my film,” you told him.

“now everything makes sense, the secrecy, the parties,” he started listing.

“look, but you can’t tell anyone, not even his friends know,” you explained. hyunjin zipped his lips.

“your secret is safe with me,” he stated. someone cleared their throat behind you and hyunjin, startling you both. you turned around and to your horror met eye contact with chaeryeong.

“woah! chaer! didn’t- uh, see you there!” you said nervously.

“i heard everything,” she said softly. you looked at hyunjin terrified.

“well, uh, y/n and i were just talking about a film she’s making right?” hyunjin lied. you nodded.

“and the film includes y/n fake dating minho?” she asked. you looked at her pleadingly.

“chaer look i can explain-”

“im not going to say anything, even if the other girls knew, we all know lia needs to get over him,” she stated.

“thank you thank you thank you!” you exclaimed.

“i actually came over to talk to you, like a friend maybe?” she asked. hyunjin looked at you warningly.

“why?” you asked.

“someone has to make sure lia doesn’t make your life a living hell, and you’re gonna need someone besides minho to have your back,” she said.

“i have her back!” hyunjin exclaimed.

“okay, but you’re a guy, she needs some girl advice,” chaeryeong said, “and you don’t exactly run with our crowd.”. hyunjin sighed.

“i suppose,” he replied dramatically.

“hyunjin you can’t ‘suppose’ things for me! but either way, what would you get out of this chaer?” you asked.

“nothing other than lia getting over minho and a cool new film friend,” she said. you thought about it, chaeryeong is a super nice girl. out of all of the girls she had the friendliest aura.

“alright,” you said.

before you knew it, you were back in jisung’s car with minho and his other friends. chaeryeong had given you a warning about this party earlier, so it was no surprise when you received the text from minho. this party seemed even crazier just from the outside. minho gripped your hand. “promise you won’t go drinking by yourself again,” minho said. you nodded.

“i won’t,” you replied.

“love birds come on!” changbin called. the house was trashed, and there were plenty of people dry humping and making out in clear sight. you don’t know when but at some point you stood there and stared at your surroundings, and it was then you realized you had lost minho. not only minho, but changbin, jisung, nor seungmin were nowhere to be found. you quickly took out your phone to text one of the four, but a familiar voice called to you.

“y/n? lee brought you along again?” chris said. you looked up at the familiar man. you nodded.

“yeah but haven’t the slightest clue where he went this time,” you said.

“he left a lady like you unattended?” he asked you.

“oh no! i uh, i actually left on accident and i-”

“relax, y/n, i was just messing with you,” chris told you. you chuckled nervously.

“right,” you said. chris gave you an endearing smile, which sent slight butterflies to your stomach.

“so, you know who hosting this party?” he asked you. you shook your head. “you’d be shocked to know this is mark lee’s place,” he said.

“mark lee still lives around here?” you asked.

“apparently, he invited me actually,” he added.

“he was probably shocked to see bang chan with an amazing build to,” you said. you then realized what you said. “oh my god did i just say that im so sorry-” chris laughed at your mess up.

“its alright, besides, nice to know you think i have a nice build,” chris flirted. okay so maybe you knew you shouldn’t be flirting with bang chan, or chris bang or whatever everyone called him. but it couldn’t hurt right? it’s not like you and minho were actually dating. but something about him was so…relaxing. he felt like someone you could spend time with and have meaningful conversations with you.

“y/n! there you are! we’re playing truth or dare in- oh, hello there bang,” minho said, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“truth or dare? what is this middle school?” you asked minho.

“pretty common at these parties, lee, you didn’t tell y/n about one of the traditions at mark lee’s parties?” chris asked minho.

“well i didn’t think it was that important, some of us have other priorities than just partying, bang,” minho replied.

“ouch you really think that lowly of me, lee?” chris said, putting his hand over his heart.

“actually, bang, i would like to know why you are talking to my girlfriend,” minho stated snarkely.

“okay so truth or dare why dont we just go babe!” you told minho, calming him down before he started something. minho wrapped an arm around you, before he turned the two of you away from chris. minho leaned into your ear.

“i wouldn’t hang around him much, y/n, not unless you’re with one of us,” minho told you.

“why he seems alright?” you replied confused.

“just take my word for it,” minho said. you sighed. soon you found yourself ina room surrounded by a mixture of people you’d met and not met, and of course lia and her friends were there. you made eye contact with chaeryeong and grinned. “alright why dont we get started,” minho announced to the room. you and minho took a seat next to each other on a couch.

“minho you didn’t tell me your lady was y/n,” mark lee said.

“hello to you again mark,” you replied.

“you know mark lee?” minho asked you. you nodded.

“don’t worry about it,” you stated. for once minho didn’t push for more info, and the game began. it was a typical drinking game with the occasional sexual request. honestly, it seemed everyone in the room had forgotten you’d existed until it got to mark.

“so y/n and minho, you two are an item, right?” mark asked.

“yes,” minho answered.

“but yet i’ve yet to see you two have any action like you and lia,” mark told minho.

“why should we have to?” minho asked.

“i’m just saying maybe you don’t like y/n that much,” mark stated. ouch. okay maybe you weren’t actually dating but that did tang your feelings a bit.

“mark, me and y/n are none of your business,” minho said.

“besides we don’t need to flaunt that we like each other to everyone,” you retorted.

“then why don’t you prove it?” mark asked.

“what? lee this is obviously ridiculous,” minho said.

“no i don’t think so,” lia added, “you and i had our fun didnt we?”. lia looked at you after saying this.

“y/n i dare you to get on minho’s lap and make out with him,” mark told you.

“mark why are you so obs-”

“alright,” you replied confidently. you got up from your seat before draping yourself on top of minho. you leaned your head in and touched his forehead. minho looked at you with shocked eyes.

“are you sure?” he wh you nodded, and as soon as you gave him permission, minho wrapped his arms around your shoulders and leaned in to kiss you. everyone in the roomed seemed to ‘ooh’ and ‘ahh’ but honestly you drowned it out. minho took the lead, and even wrapped his arms around your waist. minho dominated you completely. unconsciously, you grinded against minho’s abdomen, feeling a surge of excitement down below. minho slowly pulled his face back. without realizing it you whispered softly:

“wow,”. suddenly you stood up and took your seat next to minho.

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finally the night seemed over, and minho was driving you home. “y/n, have you ever done that before?” he asked you.

“done what?” you asked back.

“you know…making out,” he stated. you blushed a little bit.

“um, no,” you replied. minho inhaled sharply.

“y/n…have you ever kissed anyone before?” he implored. you paused before answering.

“i uh well i-”

“don’t tell me i was your first kiss,” minho said.

“i won’t then,” you replied.

“y/n,” he said, “you could have said no.”.

“its okay! it was just a kiss right? i mean im not 15 anymore minho,” you told him. minho bit the inside of his cheek. you could tell something about this had bothered him. you weren’t so sure why, it’s not like minho had that much of a conscience anyway.

“well you also said at the begining of this no kissing,” he sreplied.

“we were in a circumstance where it was needed,” you said. honestly, you had forgotten there were rules to this arrangement. you didnt want to say it out loud, but you’d grown used to the arrangement. used to people calling you minho’s girlfriend, or vise versa depending on the person.

there was one rule that was bothering you. you’d never had sex. like period. masturbation, maybe, but you never really tried it. once you got home that night you tossed and turned, possibly trying to sleep, but you could only think about minho’s lips. you feel slightly ashamed to be having this naughty thoughts, secretly wishing minho would trace his hands down your body. and as you started to imagine, you found yourself copying these actions. minho using his lips to gentle kiss down your body until finally reaching your aching core and then- you heard a knock at your door. you got up, flushed a little from what you were about to do, and left your bedroom. you opened the door to see minho. “minho what are you doing here?” you asked him.

“i don’t think we should do this anymore,” he told you.

“wait what? why?” you asked.

“it’s gone too far,” he said, “you’re breaking the rules you set for my own gain, plus we’ve yet to do anything that will benefit you.”. you thought for a moment about what minho was saying.

“you promised me two months, the board hasn’t even changed their mind about my funds,” you stated, “plus if you want to do something for me, we can go to the film fair tomorrow, our school is hosting it.”.

“are you serious?!” he exclaimed excitedly.

“yeah it’s whatever, i can just uninvite hyunjin,” you said, “plus the head of the film department will be there, surely seeing us will make some sort of change.”. minho grinned.

“great,” he said.

you waiting for minho’s text saying he was outside the next day. the film fair was one of your favorite events of the year, before the whole holding back your funds thing. it was a great time to get feedback and other techniques from fellow directors. originally you were going to take hyunjin, you guys typically went every year, but you figured taking minho with you this one time would not be too big of a deal.

[minnie: im outside

you smiled at the message before stepping out and getting into his car. “is this outfit okay?” he asked you. you chuckled. “what?” he asked.

“it’s just here you are asking me if what you’re wearing is appropriate for a film fair,” you repleid.

“i’ve - uh, i’ve never been to one,” he admitted.

“obviously, stop being so nervous it’s just like going to a festival,” you assured him.

“hey don’t make fun of me!” he pouted.

“okay mr. popular, let’s get to the fair,” you said. the fair was as busy as ever, and a part of you was excited to just show minho around. you led him to the screening theatre, where you watched many films, but one in particular played that seemed to change the vibe between you two. film was art, and often directors and script writers include things from personal lives, what you weren’t expecting was for a sex scene to begin playing. minho glanced over at you, biting his lip slightly before turning back. you were incredibly focused on the camera angles and how the director was able to get a cinematic look at the scene, but minho could only be reminded of last night. he assumed you just didn’t noticed how much making out with you affected him, he fought back a lot of impulses to just pin you down right then and there. the thought of you unconsciously grinding against him desperately turned him on in a way he’d never been before. the thought of how unknowing you were when it came to relationships was attractive to minho in a way, it was almost like he could corrupt you by himself. “minho?” you called. minho shook his head from his thoughts.

“yeah?” he asked.

“i’m sorry, is this boring?” you replied.

“no! no! i was just spacing out, you know,” he answered. you got up and grabbed his hand.

“let’s go see other things! plus i need to make sure we’re seen by the other professors!” you exclaimed. minho nodded and gripped your hand back, following you. the two of you were walking around the festival until you were stopped by another student holding a camera.

“could i snap a photo of you two? it’s for the school’s newspaper,” the student requested. you turned your head towards minho who nodded that it was alright.

“sure!” you answered.

“alright now pose!” he told you and minho. you leaned your head towards minho as the picture was taken. “hmm, i'm not sure if this is the shot i’m looking for, could we maybe be a bit more romantic, like maybe a kiss or something?” he asked. you looked at minho nervously. minho saw your worried look.

“uh, maybe not,” he answered.

“c’mon! just a peck on the cheek?” the photographer asked.

“okay,” you answered, without really asking minho beforehand.

“alright now 3-” you closed your eyes, getting ready to give minho a peck on the cheek. “2-” you leaned in, “1!” expecting to feel minho’s cheek against your lips, instead you met minho’s lips. the two of you looked at each other with wide eyes before quickly pulling away from each other. “aww, now that’s a cute one! thanks you two!” the photographer said, quickly walking away from the two of you, probably so you couldn’t deny the picture being used.

“y/n- i’m so sor-”

“miss l/n!” a professor called. not just any professor, but your film super visor. dr. han was the main person in charge of whether or not you could get funds for your big film.

“oh hi there dr. han! fancy seeing you, the film advisor, at our local college film festival,” you said awkwardly, knowing he just witnessed you and minho’s accidental kiss a second ago.

“yes, fancy it is miss l/n..i was rather surprised you didn’t submit a film this time around,” dr. han commented. bullshit. he knows exactly why.

“oh i’m just saving up for film equipment!” you said. minho looked at dr. han and back at you. minho had only really heard rumors about dr. han and how strict and intimidating he is. he also could see through dr. han’s bullshit as well as you could. it was pretty obvious there was a hint of tension between you and the professor. and not the good, sexual, kind. the kind that was between him and chris kind of tension.

“and who’s this that you’re with?” dr. han asked.

“oh this is-”

“lee minho, y/n’s boyfriend! so night to meet you dr. han, y/n has told me so much about how you’ve helped her and her films!” minho interjected. dr. han looked at minho suspiciously.

“ah yes, mr. lee, i believe i’ve heard some students mention you two are new item,” the professor said to minho. minho didn’t like dr. han. he decided this right there. why would a professor be so invested in rumors around the college? minho put his arm around you and laughed awkwardly.

“yeah, i guess we have been pretty open about our relationship, right y/n?” minho asked you.

“yeah, sorry you had to see me in such a casual way professor,” you apologized.

“oh its no problem, students should be free to…express however they want,” dr. han said. there was an awkward silence that followed his sentence.

“well, minho and i have other film festival things to see, it was nice seeing you dr. han!” you said, taking minho’s arm off your shoulder, and grabbing it to walk away.

“that’s the ass that’s withholding your funds?” minho asked. you sighed.

“yeah, but he’s probably the one guy i have to get through to get my funds. so it’s priority that he knows we’re dating. thank you for the save,” you told him, “either way is there anything else you’d like to see, i come to this festival like every year so.”.

“what’s your favorite thing at this festival?” minho asked you. you thought about your answer for a bit.

“okay, its boring though,” you answered.

“i don’t care,” he said. you smiled, you realized you were still holding minho’s arm, and let go.

“okay follow me!” you exclaimed

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you took your id out of your bag, and used it against the photo lab’s door. “this isn’t apart of the festival,” minho commented.

“no, but since everyone is at the festival no one is gonna come in here, also it’s so much quieter in here,” you replied, opening the door to the dark room. the two of you walked in and minho let out a quiet ‘wow’. you looked at the slight red rays against minho’s face with a smile while he stood astonished at the room.

“what is this place?” he asked.

“dark room, it’s used to process film,” you answered. minho looked at all the processing images around him, before turning back to you. you walked over to a clear empty table, typically used to set your things down before doing anything else in the room. you pushed your self up before taking a seat. “i love this place, i mean i don’t think i’ve used it since freshman year, and since the first award winning film i made,” you said, “i’m sorry i’m talking too much aren’t i, i’ll just-”

“no no! i-,” minho started, “i like hearing what you like.”. minho stood in front of you, the two of you staring into each other's eyes. you hadn’t noticed it before, but his eyes were this almost black tone, which made the lights reflecting off of them look like mini stars. there was a silence between you two, it was comfortable though. minho brought a hand up to your cheek and rubbed his thumb against it.

“minho,” you called. he hummed, removing his hand, but you quickly reach for it to go back. his skin was incredibly soft for a college man, let alone one like minho who you assumed couldn’t have a skin routine. you rubbed your thumb across his hand before he put his forehead against yours.

“can i kiss you?” he whispered.

“please,” you answered. and for the first time, minho kissed you. not like for show, but really kissed you. this kiss felt different, it was definitely real, but it was also heavy. eventually this one kiss turned into another, and then another, until finally the two of you were making out. you spread your legs, allowing minho to stand between them as he continued kissing you. minho eventually moved from your lips to your neck, and the sudden contact made you let out a mewl. he pulled back.

“is this okay, y/n?” he asked.

“more than okay, please just- don’t stop,” you begged. minho smirked, hearing your request turned minho on more than he’d like to admit. his demeanor changed from an intimate one to a much darker, and sexier one. he began to suck on different parts of your neck, above your collarbone, under your jaw, your jaw line, really anywhere he could. “min please,” you said. he stopped kissing, and looked directly into your eyes. the once star filled eyes were full of determination and want.

“please what baby?” he asked. the low tone of his voice when he said the pet name sent electricity immediately down to your core.

“please more,” you said. minho chuckled as he reached for the hem of your shirt. you lifted our arms up, allowing him to easily take it off. he placed a kiss on your forehead.

“aww pretty baby, has anyone ever seen you like this?” he questioned. you shook your head. he pressed his lips on your chest, just above your breasts.

“no one, just you minnie,” you told him. he pampered your chest and collarbone area in kisses.

“you’re so innocent baby,” minho commented. you groaned at what he said. “what? am i wrong?” he joked with you. he then started kissing your stomach and lower abdomen. you could feel yourself getting hotter.

“minho please touch me,” you requested.

“touch you where?” he asked. you whined.

“you know where please,” you continued. he smirked, and grabbed your cheek.

“here?”, you shook your head, he moved his hand to your chest, “maybe here?”, you once again shook your head, and in response minho for once moved his hands to your inner thighs, “here baby?” but before you could answer, minho moved your skirt up and made contact with your clothed core, “is this where you want minnie to touch you?” he asked. you nodded. he chuckled again, and started rubbing gentle circles around your panties. “i bet you’ve thought about this,” he started, “you’ve touched yourself wishing it was my hand haven’t you, y/n.”. you nodded to minho’s statement. you subconsciously began to grind against his hand and minho brought his other hand to your shoulders. “patience baby, minnie will make you feel all sorts of good, you just need to wait,” he told you. you whined. he then moved his hands to the sides of your hip and gently pulled down your panties. “you’re so wet for me y/n,” he said, suddenly bringing a finger between the lips of your pussy. he rubbed up and down before circling your clit.

“min,” you moaned.

“what?” he asked.

“please put those inside of me please,” you begged. minho smiled.

“so demanding for someone who's never done this before,” he said.

“minho i need you please,” you told him. minho gentle moved the same finger circling your clit into your pussy. you moaned at the contact immediately, this felt way better than your own fingers. minho set a steady pace before his thumb began rubbing you clit. “fuck-” you let out.

“does it feel good baby?” he asked you.

“yes-s-so good,” you answered him.

“good girl, your hole is so tight, do you think it could take another finger?” he asked. you nodded urgently. minho added another finger, this time his movements speeding up. it was embarrassing to you, as you felt an oh too familiar knot form in your stomach. you instinctively began grinding against his hand. upon noticing this, he removed his hand from your pussy. he then put both fingers in his mouth and let them out with a pop. you whined at the sight.

“h-hey! why did you stop?” you asked.

“because i want to taste your cum first hand,” he answered. the statement sent shivers down your entire body. just his fingers alone had you cumming after mere minutes, the idea of his tongue exploring your entire private had your heart beating at a million miles a minute. minho wrapped his arms around your back, and pulled you forward on the table. he then leaned in and kissed you passionately,even sucking on your bottom lip before letting go. “are you ready?” he asked you. you nodded eagerly. minho then got on his knees and used his hands on your inner thighs to spread you out some more.”stay still for me baby,” he told you. you nodded. minho then dived straight into it, lapping your lower lips.he sucked on your clit,causing you let out an embarrassingly loud moan from how good it felt. minho’s tongue then entered your entrance, and licked our walls surrounding it. once again, it wasn’t long before you came on minho’s tongue.

“fuck minho oh my god i’m so sorry-”

“no don't apologize, that was so hot baby,” he assured you. he pulled your panties back up, and you grabbed his arm.

“minho please i want to make you feel good too,” you told him.

“y/n, you really don’t have to, i don’t want to take all your first time’s away from you,” he said. you used both your hands to grab his right hand.

“please minho, please let me suck your cock,” you begged.

“fuck y/n, you’re so intoxicating,” minho admitted. minho gently picked you up off of the table and made you stand against the table. he then unbuttoned his pants, and unzipped his zipper. you easily sunk down to be at level with his member, and pulled his boxers down releasing his erected cock. you looked back up at minho as you wrapped your hand around his shaft. “don’t look at me like that,” minho said to you.

“like what?” you asked.

“like you’re waiting for my permission,” he answered.

“no i’m not i just…i don’t really know what to do,” you admitted. minho brushed his hand through is hair.

“okay, i’ll teach you,” he told you, “first grab it with both your hands, but not too tight, okay baby?”. you nodded, and moved your hands accordingly. he hissed at the contact of your hands and his member. “now start moving back and forth,” he instructed. you then followed suit, starting at a slow but steady pace. minho let out a breathy moan. you movd you hands up and down minho’s shaft for a few moments before he lightly pushed you away.

“what happened?” you asked him.

“y/n…i’m sorry i can’t do this to you, not now at least,” he told you. you putted lightly.

“why not?” you replied.

“you need to have your first time with someone you actually like, not just someone like me,” he explained. he got up, zipped his pants before holding your right hand gesturing you to get up from your knees. “c’mon, let me drop you off,” he said. you shook your head.

“nah i uh, i’ll stay here a little while, you can go, i’ll catch a ride from hyunjin or the bus,” you added. he nodded.

“text me when you get home okay?” he asked. you nodded, and with that you watch minho leave you in the dark room, with all the processing photos there to watch minho walk away from you.

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by all accounts,everything that happened the day before felt wrong, but minho couldn’t quite understand why. he’d messed around with girls since he started college and felt nothing. he messed around with lia for a while and honestly, he wished he could feel guilt. but you were different. the thing about sex to minho is that it has lost all meaning to him. with you, it almost felt better, like there was some true feelings behind it. it scared him in a way. he’d never really felt this way about anyone before. sure he’s had girlfriends, and sure he’s had sex, but with you, he secretly hoped this fake dating thing could possibly be a forever thing. the truth is though, that he knows it has to end eventually. and he’s terrified that if anything more happened yesterday you’d turn into all the other girls he’d fucked. he’d get what he wanted from your body, and then you’d be uninterested, or worse he’d be uninterested. he liked the way his stomach felt when he saw you. he liked the way you talked passionately about films and their directors. he liked that you showed him a secret room that you went to for tranquility. he liked you. maybe even more than that, but he’d never voice that. not when he knows you don’t feel the same way. you would never like someone like minho. aside from your reputation of being a film director, those who had spoken to you could attest that you weren’t just someone that casually dated. infact he can’t remember if you’d even mentioned dating someone before. oh god. you haven’t dated before. minho is all you’ve ever known. and he knows he’s not the greatest option-

“hello, earth to minho?” jisung said. minho shook his head free of his thoughts.

“what were you talking about?” he asked his friend. jisung sighed.

“you’ve been like this all day, what’s going on?” jisung asked.

“oh nothing,” minho lied.

“is it something with y/n? i know you’re not used to these kinds of situations,” jisung told him. minho shook his head.

“no it’s nothing, really,” minho insisted, “just class work.”. jisung looked at minho, as if he knew minho was lying. jisung chose to move on from the topic knowing minho would probably not tell him anything more.

“well anyway, lia is hosting a party tonight, it’s gonna be a big deal, and she wanted me to tell you you were free to go,” jisung repeated.

“cool, i’ll tell y/n, she’ll love to experience something other than bang’s parties,” minho said.

“i don’t know, lia didn’t mention if you could bring y/n,” jisung replied.

“well i’m bringing her anyway,” minho stated. he opened his phone to text you, but he suddenly remembered his thoughts from earlier. in the past sending you a text was simple but now he’s self-aware of every word he uses to send you a message. he would start typing, only to have to retype the message.

you jumped at the sound of your text notification going off. you hate to admit it, but you’d been waiting all day for minho to text you. after last night's events you’ve had a lot of thoughts. to be honest your main concern was whether or not minho would end your deal. but you couldn’t end the deal, you’ve yet to receive an email about your funds and i mean that was totally the only reason. not because you feared the two of you would never talk again after the deal.

[minho: there’s a party at lia’s…are you good with going?

[y/n: yeah totally! what time would you pick me up?

[minho: probably 8ish

you glanced at the clock. it was 1, which meant you had 7 hours. 7 hours was enough time to talk to chaeryeong before hand.

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you were on your own. chaeryeong responded to your text saying she was cramming that night for a test tomorrow. minho and you entered together but he was quickly distracted by his friends and other party activities. “oh hey y/n,” a female voice called. you recognized the voice to be yeji’s, another one of lia’s friends that you’ve met before.

“uh, hi,” you answered.

“minho leave you lonely again?” she asked you.

“oh, no, i just prefer navigating these things on my own,” you lied. you couldn’t let these girls see that they were getting to you. you made a promise to yourself that you wouldn’t let that happen.

“you should join us, lia is having some select people to play some drinking games in her guest room, you should join,” she told you. your initial reaction was to say no, but the thought of pissing lia off was very appealing. you smiled.

“yeah lead the way,” you replied. yeji led you upstairs to the room this drinking game was being played. once you reached the room you immediately noticed that minho was nowhere to be found. everyone sat in a circle, a beer bottle in the center. you’ve seen enough movies to know what this is. someone spins the bottle and the two on the ends end up doing something. yeji handed you a shot glass.

“it’s fireball, trust me, this game is a lot more fun when you’re drunk,” she told you. she also appeared to have a shot, but she was waiting for you to drink yours. you were a tiny bit hesitent, but a shot surely couldn’t hurt? you quickly then took the shot. it was probably the grossest and strongest thing you’ve tasted, but after the unnecessary anxiety the past couple of days, you culdn’t lie that the rush of alchohol felt nice. yeji and you sat in the circle before another friend of their’s, yuna, was in th center.

“let’s stat the game shall we?” yuna asked. the room cheered as she set her hand on the empty beer bottle.

a couple rounds had passed, and by the grace of god, you had yet to go. you had learned that the punishment was for the two people on the ends of the bottle had to make out for at least a minute. you felt a little tipsy from the shot earlier, but nothing more. suddenly, lia appeared in the center and said, “seeing as it’s my party, i think i have a right to spin the bottle,”. you knew this could not be good. lia spun the bottle and as the bottle spun “mysteriously” her foot tapped the glass, leading you to be one of the players. “oops!” lia said. you looked up and met eyes with chris. oh thank god. you had made your way over to him, and boldly sat on his lap. it felt wrong. i mean it’s not like you and minho were really dating right? it’s not cheating right? but that didn’t matter. you were determined to prove lia wrong. about what, you didn’t know but this gme was now in your court.

“y/n you-”

“shh,” you cut chris off, “it’s just a game right?”. you smashed your lips against his, not quite sure how to make out you sort of tried sucking on chris’ bottom lip as minho sucked on yours merely 24 hours ago. tons of squeals, and ooo’s and ahh’s were heard until they abruptly ended by a dead silence. you broke the kiss only to see minho was right beside you, and suddenly he threw a hard punch at chris, pushing chris backwards.

“this is some stupid game, lia, grow the fuck up and get over it. i’m not leaving y/n. especially not for you. and bang, keep your hands to yourself and think twice before touching my girlfriend ever again.” minho stated coldly. minho grabbed your hand, sort of forcing you to stand up. “we’re leaving. let’s go, babe,” he said, leading you out of the room.

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the car ride back to your apartment was silent. you felt bad. you hadn’t thought it was personal, honestly, but you felt bad. minho put his car in park as he found a space at your apartments. “minho i-” you were quickly cut off by his lips pressed against yours. this kiss was very different from the warm and heavy from the day before, this one was needy and demanding. you kissed back, of course, and attempted to continue the kiss, but minho let go.

“god you are so insatiable, do you know that?” he told you, “do you know how badly it’s taking everything in me not to just devour you right here, right now.”.

“then do it,” you stated. minho sighed.

“i can’t,” he said.

“why not?”

“becuase it’s you..”

“what’s that supposed to mean? is there something wrong with me?”

“no and thats the problem!”

“i’m not following,”

“do i need to spell it out for you, y/n?”

“maybe?”

“i like you. like like you. this isn’t fake to me anymore.” he admitted. a silence flooded the car. he sighed and leaned his head against the head rest. “i like you, y/n, and you don’t have to feel the same way, we can end this now if you want. i broke my own damn rule,” he said. you wereat a loss of words. maybe because a boy has never confessed to you like this, hell a boy has never confessed to you. “i’m sor-”

“i mean the rule was that i can’t fall for you, not that you couldn’t fall for me,” you said. minho laughed.

“okay whatever, can you please say something back to my confession that’s serious,” he asked.

“oh, oh, i like you too minho. i guess i broke your rule,” you replied. minho chuckled.

“i think this is the most awkward confession i’ve experienced, now can i please kiss you, as your boyfriend?” he asked.

“i mean you were already-” minho cut you off with a hushed kiss. this kiss was like the first, warm, sweet, genuine. he tried to pull away, but you wrapped your arms around his neck. he began to kiss somewhat harsher, demandingly. you could feel yourself become aroused just by his kiss. minho let go.

“i need to have you, baby,” he said. you nodded and the two of you got out of his car. as soon as you were inside your apartment, minho pressed you against the door, pressing his lips against yours harsher than before. he grabbed both of your wrists and held them above your head as he continued to kiss you, eventually kiss your shoulders and your neck and underneath your jaw. “i need you to tell me you’re okay with this, because once i start i will not stop unless you say a safe word,” he told you.

“safe word?” you asked.

“its a word you’ll say if you’re ever uncomfortable and we need to stop,” he answered.

“bunny?” you said.

“perfect,” he replied, before undoing your pant buttons. he rubbed your core through your panties, and you let out a whimper. “what’s wrong baby?” he asked.

“i need you,” you said.

“fuck, y/n, you cannot just be saying that or else i’ll need to fuck you right here,” he replied. you whined at his statement. “what? is something wrong?” he asked, genuinely.

“no, nothing is wrong it’s just, you’re so hot,” you told him.

“such a desperate little baby, getting turned on just by my words,” he said, “i’m going to make you my little baby, you’d like that wouldn’t you? would you like to be minnie’s little cum whore?”. he then put his hand down your panties, rubbing his pointer finger over your clit.

“f-fuck,” you let out in a whisper.

“i know you like my fingers more than that, be loud for me baby,” minho instructed. suddenly he inserted two of his fingers into your core. he moved at a steady pace, one that wasn’t too fast or too slow. “god you’re so tight,” he commented to himself.

“m-min i-i’m-”

“don’t.” he told you, “trust me i can feel how tight you are, but tonight i want you cum on something else.”.

“wh-what?” you said. minho removed his fingers from your dripping cunt. minho picked you up and walked towards your bedroom. he sat you on the edge, took off your pants and panties, then, grabbing your thighs he pushed your core to his face and immediately began lapping at your pussy. you brought your hands down to grip minho’s locks as he went down on you. “minnie oh shit– that feels so good,” you said. he huffed against you as a response. suddenly, you felt fingers entering you again, this time at a much faster rate. you felt like this was cloud 9. nothing could feel better than this moment. “min- i-i can’t hold it anymore please,” you begged. minho suddenly pushed away, and ou whined at the loss of contact. he pulled down his pants and you could see his length through his boxers. it was practically begging to be freed. minho ran his fingers through his hair.

“do you have any condoms?” he asked you. you remembered you had a few in your drawer, some for safe keeping. minho walked towards your bed side drawer and took the condom out. he ripped it open and pulled down his boxers. his member sprung, and seemed to be slightly wet from his own pre-cum. he pumped himself a few times before he put on the condom. he then came back and leaned over you. “are you sure you’re okay with this?” he asked. you nodded your head. you took your right hand and gently held his cheek.

“more sure than i’ve ever been,” you answered. and with that, minho took your hand and held it, intertwining your hands.

“alright, now this may hurt a little baby, but i promise i’ll make you feel so good. please just say your safe word if you want to stop.”. you nodded. minho rubbed his member between your lips, using your wetness as lube. he then aligned himself to your opening, and slowly inserted himself in. you squeezed minho’s hand at the slightest pinch you felt from his cock entering you. minho slowly inserted himself inch by inch, until finally he bottomed out, causing him to let out a moan. “god your pussy is amazing, are you okay sweetheart?” he asked.

“yes minnie,” you started, you could feel yourself clench all of the sudden, “please move.”.

“of course, i’m gonna use this pussy as my personal pocket,” he answered you. he then brought himself out before entering again. minho began to thrust, each pump getting faster than the last. “g-god you’re tighter than i though, i could use your cunt all day,” he stated. you moaned at the thought causing minho to chuckle. “you like that huh? you want to be minnies little fuck toy?” he said.

“y-yes please, just, don’t stop this feels so good,” you managed to let out. minho began a steady pace, similar to his fingers that was in between fast and slow. “min i feel it-”

“thats alright baby, cum on my cock. show minnie how good you feel, my sweet.” he said. you felt yourself unravel, letting out some curses and versions of minhos name. it wasn’t too long before minho came as well, cumming inside of his condom.

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when you woke up, you felt the warmth of minho’s arms around you. he smirked. “goodmorning sweetheart,” he said. you yawned.

“have you been watching me sleep?” you asked.

“don’t ruin the moment!” he said, “i just wanted to look at my perfect girlfriend.”. you loved hearing that come out of his mouth, genuinely. you snuggled yourself into his chest.

“i could just lay with you all day,” you said.

“is that so?” he replied. you nodded.

“i’m being so serious,” you repled. minho ran his fingers through your hair.

“do you think you’ll get the funds to your film now?” he asked you.

“i’m not sure, not unless you released our sex tape publicly, but in that case it better not have been for free,” you answered. minho laughed, and you listened to the way his voice sounded with your ear pressed to his chest.

a/n: i hoped you enjoyed it!! <3 thankss for reading.

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hwangyu · 2 years ago

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smile for the camera!

kai is blonde. you record him.

pairing; huening kai x gn reader (no pronouns are used and no body parts of readers are mentioned)

warnings; overstimulation, crying from overstim, dom reader pretty much, mentions of sweat and drooling, a little bit of begging? cum eating, praise, a vibrator is used, reader records him. it's p short but lmk if i forgot smth! not proofread. 18+ mdni.

wc; 628

“Smile for the camera, baby.” You told him with a teasing grin, your chin resting on his shoulder. You aimed the phone to get Kai’s face in the shot as he drooled all over your fingers that were placed in his mouth to keep it open. After all, you just couldn’t accept the way he had been trying to stay so quiet. If you’re making him feel so good that he moans loud enough that everyone in the building hears it, then so be it, right?

Kai’s gaze shifted to look into the camera lens after a second or two had passed since you asked and another second or two passed before he whined, seeing himself all fucked out and dumb, cheeks red, dried tears and drool and his messy, blonde hair. Along with the vibrator strapped around the base of his cock going at its highest speed and the also dried cum on his tummy barely in the frame.

“Please.” He pleaded, head turning slightly to look at you, somewhat incomprehensible from the way your fingers were still stuffed in his mouth, the poor boy—he’d lost count of how many times you’ve made him cum by now.

Tilting your head to the side and letting your fingers slide out of his mouth, you feigned ignorance and asked, “Please what, sweetheart?”

”Please!” Kai cried, squirming vigorously in your lap, “‘Ts too much! I— I can’t!”

You clicked your tongue. “Aw, my poor boy. You’ll just have to take it, though. Come on, I know you can give me another one, just one more for me, okay?” you told him, keeping your eyes on him through your phone, “Just one more.”

Kai shook his head rapidly, “Can’t!” He squeaked, but you weren’t having it. “You can, you will. Look at the camera while you cum for me, okay?” Your tone was stern and despite the boy’s state, he let his head fall to rest against yours as he turned back to look into the lens.

Taking your free hand, you took your index finger to tease at the tip of his cock, Kai lifting his hips up slightly in response with a moan and mumbling incoherent words. “Do you see yourself, pretty boy? See how good you look for me, how good you look all fucked out? Now you’ll get to see how pretty you look when you cum all over yourself.”

You trailed your finger down to the vibrator, pressing it against his cock and Kai let out a long whine, placing his hand on your thigh to dig his nails into the fabric of your pants and chanting your name as he just barely reminded himself to look into the camera as he came for the nth time all over his tummy while you placed soft kisses along his shoulder.

“There you go, my good boy. Let it out, just like that.” You told him softly, letting him ride it out for a few more moments before you took your finger off of the vibrator to feel for the remote you had placed somewhere beside him earlier, switching it off.

Kai’s chest heaved, hair messier than it had been just minutes earlier and sweat dripping down from his neck onto his chest. Scooping up some of the cum from his tummy, you brought it to his lips and he complied immediately, wrapping his lips around your fingers and sucking them clean until you pulled them out of his mouth.

Humming in content, you ended the recording and set your phone down. “Such a good boy for me.” You praised with a soft voice before pressing a few more kisses to his neck, Kai hummed himself to your praise and gave a lopsided smile and mumbled,

“Thank you.”

a/n; yall i struggled so hard to post this. srry if its not the greatest i wrote it all in one day and just a lil drabble for my cute ningdungies </3 smut is so embarrassing to post istfg

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memberment · 5 months ago

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Genesis

Good morning everyone I slept like hell. BUT. I'm ready to actually write water world(when my didn't-sleep-enough migraine goes away). Also y'all are starting to catch onto my lil secrets without me telling you.

Gonna have to start hiding more in different places. LMFAO. Anyways stay tuned updates are here today.

7:45: Chapter 13 is done and I can actually say I have put more work into this chapter than I have in probably any chapter I've ever written. The coding alone seriously took me two hours to figure out (and it is not perfect, but whatever. If anyone knows html pls lmk bc all of the YouTube tutorials and calls to the void have left me with nothing.) Anyways, we're at 43.2k. Also Tammy's almost done. Yippie.

8:26: In a fun update, I may very well be making not one, but TWO ship tags for this fic. At what point to I become the owner of rare pairs?

9:39: Y'all is this gay? (The weather forecast is starting to look like doomed yuri may roll in.)

(Yes there is a running gag of Tammy calling Wendy emo and I think it's fucking hilarious. )

Happy 12:52!

Here’s Tam. I gotta fix her bc I’m not too fond of her face but HERE WE GO

It's 6:35. I am not shutting down but I did just realize I broke 50k. I am currently on chapter 15. Which means a new player is introduced!! And I'm losing my shit! She was supposed to get introduced in 17, but I cut two chapters because they were honestly very filler-ish and whereas I do enjoy me a good filler chap, they'd probably be incredibly short and not very good at all. So there are little bits of filler and fluff sprinkled around. I might go back and phone in a filler chapter or two because I do love the ups and downs, but I am officially at the point of no return in this story. No more fun filler potential after this chapter. Like, I am writing Craig solo fight an angel as filler. I was originally gonna skip over it but chapter 15 is only 2.6k so far and that's just like disrespectful to its 3-5k brethren.

Also the angels I started concepting last night and finished tonight for chapter 14 fucking ATE!!!!!!! I love them so much oh my god their entire concept is fucking great. I also fear chapter 14 may be like one of the most well written fights/realms I've written and it's all downhill from here. God bless.

Okay it's 6:58. Chapter 15 is done. It's 3.6k. I can live with that. I'm closing up shop at 51.3k tonight. Goodnight.<3

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eyndr-stories · 1 year ago

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Across The World C4 - The Third Place

Summary:

The gods of this world are ancient, most of them forgotten, or nearly so. Nomen has been taught not to make deals with any old gods, should they be unlucky enough to come across one. However, when their little brother Maribus stumbles into mortal peril, they find they have no real choice but to accept the trials of one such god in order to save him.

This is an original story written by yours truly! I started writing this back at the very start of 2021 when I had a particularly wild and extremely vivid dream. This story is heavily based on said dream! This dream is also why I strongly distrust bunny mascots / anthro rabbits lmao but anyhoo, I think i've improved as a writer since this so the quality may or may not be quite on par with my other stories. I also had some help from my cool aunt Kerry with editing this, so if there's anything amiss here we can totally blame her lmao

That all being said, I do still like this story, and I hope you will too!! Enjoy <3

Things To Know:

major character death (its okay though, they live lol)

blood and violence

happy ending

protag (Noman) is nonbinary and referred to with they / them pronouns

first person POV

8 chapters in total, about 13,000 words in total. So roughly 1600 words a chapter. Lil bite sized chappys!

No swear words used, somehow

(lmk if i should add anything, i can't think of anything else)

Ao3 link here

Chapter 1 here

Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5

C4 - The Third Place

At first, I thought we were still in the ruins. We were standing at the beginning of a long corridor. There was no ceiling, and I could see the first golden rays of sunset. As we started walking, I noticed the walls were painted different colors, though they'd faded in the sunlight, but instead of being crumbled and decayed, they were whole and sturdy. Wherever we were was not as ancient as the world before it, and I got the uncomfortable feeling we weren't alone.

Amicus looked nervous as well. "Where do you think this goes?"

"I don’t know, but given my luck, not any place good."

He swallowed anxiously. I felt bad for scaring him.

"You remind me of my brother Maribus. That's why I'm here, I'm trying to save his life. To do that, I have to make it through all the doors. If I don't, we're both done for."

"And I thought I had it bad," Amicus said. "I'd like to help, if you'll let me. You saved me back there. I know you probably don't think so, but you did."

There was no way I was going to put this kid in even more danger, but I could see how serious he was, so I smiled. "Thanks, Amicus. You're pretty brave." I'd just have to look out for Amicus now too.

The more we walked, the longer the corridor seemed to stretch out before us. It felt like there was no end to it. When I glanced at the sky, I realized the sun hadn't moved.

Amicus inhaled sharply as he threw his arm out to stop me. While I'd had my head in the clouds, I hadn't noticed a woman round the corner a short ways ahead of us.

She was tall, with a fiery red ponytail and cold eyes that stared into mine. Metal armor covered most of her body and she slowly pointed her sword at me.

"Run!" I yelled at Amicus and we both turned, running back the way we came. I didn't know if we could get back through the door, but it was better than trying to fight a warrior with no weapons. I doubted my shovel would do me much good against that sword.

We could hear the clink of her armor as she chased after us. It slowed her down, but not enough. The corridor didn't seem to have an end this way either. The door was nowhere to be seen and I was getting a stitch in my side. I knew we wouldn't be able to keep going much longer.

"Amicus," I panted, "Keep going, for as long as you can."

"I'm not leaving you behind!" he shouted.

"You’re not. You're going to find us a way out while I buy us some time. It's better if I face her now. Trust me on this." If I was remembering the rules correctly, I could use my fire starter to save myself if I needed to. I just needed to get one of them to the end for my brother.

Amicus thought for a moment as we ran, quickly making up his mind. "Okay, I'll find us a way out, I promise."

When we split up, I was both relieved and terrified to see that I had been right to assume the warrior was after me specifically. She ignored Amicus and chased me down a branching path. I ran for as long as I could to help give him a lead and then I collapsed against a wall, gulping for air. The warrior quickly caught up, and I used the wall to pull myself fully onto my feet. I gripped my shovel with both hands and faced the warrior. I wasn't about to give up just yet. Not without a fight, at least.

"Hardly seems fair," I said, glancing at my shovel as the warrior raised her sword.

"It's not about fair," the warrior said. "It's about who you are."

I wasn't quite sure how to take that. I didn't have much time to think it over before the warrior swung her sword at me. I raised my shovel, blocking it from slicing me clean in half. She quickly pulled back for a jab. I swiveled out of the way, also using my shovel to bat her blade aside. I tried an offensive move, swinging my shovel as hard as I could for her head, the only unarmored part of her I could hit.

The warrior ducked, and lightning fast she threw her sword forwards before I could recover from my swing. Her sword passed all the way through my chest and into the wall, pinning me there like a bug on a board.

There was a moment of shock as I stared down at the blade. I looked up at the warrior, who's expression had not changed from fiercely determined and disturbingly impersonal. She looked me dead in the eye as she pulled her sword back out in one quick motion, then turned and began to clean off her blade. I slid to the floor, darkness already closing in.

There was nothing left for me to do but close my eyes and let the pain consume me.

~~~

I was standing at the beginning. There was a moment of disorientation as I realized I was not dead. There was no hole clean through my chest, though there was one in my poncho. I still had my shovel. Upon checking, however, I saw the fire starter was gone. I swore, then grabbed another piece from the dwindling lineup and placed it in my pocket.

The bunny person was gone. They probably had other things to do than stand around here, especially since they'd already told me all the rules. I took a deep breath and started walking.

The forest was silent this time around. I didn't see or hear any animals. It was still morning here, though it was harder to tell as some thick clouds had moved in. I did stop briefly to collect some twigs and dead leaves and some bark, storing them in my other pocket. If I was going to be making fires at the end of all this, I'd need everything I could get, especially since I didn't really know how these fire starter pieces worked, if they'd just ignite on their own once I found where it was meant to go. I found some good sparking stones and put those in my pocket as well.

In the second place, I noticed instantly that the battle had subsided. There was no one here at all, not even those who'd fallen in battle. For some reason, the emptiness was more unsettling than the battle itself had been. I hurried through the fields unimpeded. I'd almost made it to the bridge when I noticed red light through the haze of rain. Two red dots, quickly getting closer.

Eyes. Those dots were the eyes of one of the mechanical things. Not many things had stricken terror into me in such an effective way as seeing a giant murder machine charging right for me at full speed.

I ran for all I was worth, making it to the grey stone buildings and walls in record time. I chanced a glance back before I hurried inside, and almost wished I'd hadn't.

The first mechanical pursuer had been joined by a second. They ran side by side towards me, claws flexing and red eyes fixed on me. I wasted no time, running into the nearest corridor and taking as many turns as I could, hoping to loose the two of them.

I wondered where the other two were. There'd been four of them the first time I'd seen them. I could only hope they were still wondering around out in the field somewhere and not hiding behind one of these corners I was carelessly racing down. I didn't dare slow or try to check behind me. I kept my shovel out in front of me, just in case.

I came across a few familiar turns, recalling Amicus leading me down a certain way. With renewed hope, I followed what I desperately hoped was the familiar path, and found my way back into the columned space leading to the door. I couldn't help the grin that spread across my face as I made it safely to the door.

I stepped through the door to the third place, and was immediately greeted by two things. The first being the same feeling of unease that I'd had before, when I'd entered the first time. The second being Amicus, who looked relieved to see me.

Amicus threw his arms around me. "You're alive! I ran like you told me, but I couldn't leave you behind, it didn't feel right. I came back here, thinking maybe if you got lost you'd come back to the door. You're clothes are all bloody, are you alright?? What happened?"

"Let's just say that woman has a lot of rage in her." I didn't want to frighten Amicus with how weak I felt. I checked my pocket, making sure the fire starter was still there. I only had three of these things left.

Amicus frowned. "Well, you're okay now, right?"

"Yeah, I think so." I patted my chest, assuring both myself and Amicus that I was not fatally injured. "Let's get moving."

"While I was retracing my steps, I found a way out... at least out of the building." Amicus said as we started moving. He led us down a network of corridors, and I was amazed at his memory. I was about to tell him this, maybe ask if he'd picked up some things from his time in the previous world, when I heard a metallic rattling behind us. I looked over my shoulder and saw the warrior charging towards us.

"Go!" I yelled.

Amicus and I took off. We turned a corner, went down another connected corridor, then through a door, following Amicus's lead. Down that hall then around a bend and there it was, at the end of a long hall, green grass and trees and way off in the distance, the sun approaching the horizon. The warrior was close behind us now, a few feet out of grabbing range.

Amicus and I ran for all we were worth. The warrior was equally as determined to stop us, or at least me. I was not about to loose another fire starter, though. The doorway was just a few long paces away. I could feel the warrior's fingers ghosting across my back, a hair away from being able to grab my clothes. I dove for the doorway, flying through it and crashing less than gracefully into the ground.

I quickly rolled over, holding out my shovel. The warrior was no longer after me, it seemed. She had come to a dead stop right at the doorway and stared down at me for a long moment. Then she turned and walked back down the hall without a word.

"That was close," Amicus said, relieved. He sat down on the ground next to me and took a moment to catch his breath.

"Looks like she can't follow us out here. We're in the clear now."

"Good!" Amicus exhaled and laughed a little. "I wasn't built for all this running."

I took a look around our surroundings and saw we were in a garden. Ancient trees leaned over a cobblestone path that twisted through soft grass and flowers. The brick path ended at a small wooden bridge that arched over a slow-moving creek full of colorful fish. Iridescent orbs of light floated in the air and kept the path well lit.

"This place is beautiful," Amicus said with a soft smile. "I might come back here once we save your brother."

"You could stay now if you wanted. You've already helped so much, there's no reason for you to put yourself into more danger for me and my brother. "And abandon you halfway through your quest?" Amicus took my a hand. "No way am I leaving you yet."

I smiled down at him, surprised by how glad I felt at him staying by my side. We walked through the garden until we reached a clearing filled with small booths made of stone. Each was decorated with its own bright flag and cheerful streamers and looked to be selling everything from snacks to teacups to knives. At the center of this little marketplace was our plain wooden door standing firm without a frame, waiting for us.

It took a moment for me to understand that the shopkeepers were not people, but animals chatting with each other. This wasn't exactly the norm where I'd come from, but Amicus appeared to take this in stride, so I followed his lead.

“I sell all sorts of useful items to help you on your journey!” a capybara shopkeeper promised.

“My snacks will give you all the energy you need to complete your quest!” a fox boasted.

“Your friend deserves nice things!! Peruse my collection,” a turtle suggested.

I did want to get Amicus something for helping me out. I asked, “Would you like anything?”

Amicus looked longingly at the snack booth. “Well, it has been a long while since I’ve eaten anything…”

“Food it is.” I said and crouched down to eye level with the fox. “Do you trade?"

The fox smiled with delight. “What are you offering?”

“Well…” I emptied out my pockets, realizing I didn't have much in the way of currency. "See anything of interest?"

The fox looked bored with my collection of sticks and leaves. "Haven't you got anything more valuable?"

"Do you want my poncho? It's very warm."

The fox still looked unsatisfied. "What's in your other pocket there?"

"My fire starter, but I need that to save my brother's life," I said.

"A real fire starter! My goodness!!" The fox looked amazed, their tail wagging excitedly. "If you would only let me gaze upon it, I will trade you a small smack! Please!"

"You just want to look at it?"

"Yes, yes, just a peek!"

"Alright. I suppose that'd be fine." Hesitantly, I pulled the fire starter from my pocket and allowed it to float just above my cupped palm.

I was so focused on watching the fox that I didn't notice the shopkeeper in the booth beside us. By the time I realized what was happening, a claw had snatched my fire starter.

“Hey!!” I cried, but before I could react, the hermit crab whose claw had stolen it, shattered the fire starter in its tight grasp.

~~~

I was at the beginning. I stared at the table for a moment, dumbfounded and upset. There were two pieces left. I carefully took one and put it in my pocket, resolving to keep it there no matter what until I needed to use it to save my brother. I turned to face a darkened forest. The clouds above were threatening to pour. There was no breeze, no trace of animals anywhere. I felt uneasy here now, that sense of tranquility long gone, so I hurried through to the second place.

I froze upon entering the second place. Something was… off.

I felt… almost panicked. I felt like I was in grave danger here. Not from the mechanical creatures, but from something… else.

I jogged through the fields, keeping my eyes peeled for trouble. My grip on my shovel was tight enough to make my fingers tingle.

There wasn't a single soul in the ruins. It was eerily quiet. Dark clouds had begun to gather in the sky. I saw no sign of any of the four mechanical creatures. What was going on?? I couldn't see anything amiss, besides the lack of people. So why did I feel so on edge?

Having traversed the ruins several times now, I didn't have too much trouble navigating my way through. I thankfully reached the door in record time.

Before stepping through, I paused. I was being watched, I could feel it. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. I slowly turned.

At the other end of the long stone courtyard, standing silently in the doorway to the main part of the ruins, stood the bunny person. Their one eye stared at me with a hunger I could feel viscerally even at this distance. I suddenly understood that they had consumed everyone else here, and they wanted to consume me too.

For a moment I was petrified. Then, the rabbit took a step towards me. I fled through the doorway.

In the third place, it hit me then that if I failed to pass the trial with this golden piece, I would have to face the rabbit. I'd be sent back to the beginning and I'd have to get past the rabbit again to advance. I felt I would rather be stabbed again than face the rabbit, so I resolved to get through this as quickly and safely as I could.

I’d been paying attention before to the path through the building, which had been a good idea on my part, as Amicus was not there to greet me at the doorway. I hurried through the maze-like corridors, managing to not run into the warrior, luckily enough. Amicus was waiting for me at the exit.

“I’m sorry I didn’t meet you at the doorway. That warrior is really scary,” Amicus said. “You made it through okay though! I would have eventually gone back in to find you if you were taking too long, having gotten lost or something.”

“That’s fair, she is pretty intense. Don't worry, I'm not mad at you or anything,” I said. I deliberated for a moment on whether or not to tell him about the rabbit. I decided to fill him in, just in case the rabbit ended up being a threat to him, so he could be better prepared and get away if needed. It seemed the rabbit could also pass through doorways on their own. We walked and talked, making our way through the garden as I filled Amicus in.

“And you’re sure this rabbit creature wanted to hurt you?? You said they were kind and helpful at first,” Amicus questioned.

“They were. I don’t know what happened, but I am positive they wanted to destroy me. I don't know how I know, but I'm very sure they consumed every other living thing in both the first and second places. It's like… like they wanted me to know, and so I did. I’m honestly terrified of what’ll happen if I loose this piece and have to go back and face them again,” I said.

Amicus nodded thoughtfully. “You said you’ve only got two pieces left, right?"

We reached the marketplace. I closed my eyes and sighed. “Yeah."

"Then we'll be extra careful. Don't take it out of your pocket until you need it. We'll head straight for the door and stay away from any distractions."

I nodded with determination. “No more distractions.”

We strode past the rest of the booths and stood before the door. I took a deep breath, then placed a hand on Amicus’s shoulder. "Let's finish this."

#Noman- barely 5 min after meeting Amicus: Ah. I have second brother now. Adopted #original story #eyndr tells a story #across the world #fictional death #fictional violence

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myherowritings · 5 years ago

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All That Ass

— One night at the gym, you see a handsome guy with so much ass, you take a picture on the sly and send it to your number neighbor, Bakugou, to freak out over. But what you don’t expect is for him to reply with a picture of you from the same gym.

pairing: bakugou katsuki x f!reader word count: 1,876 genre: number neighbor au!!, fluff

a/n: this is a bonus “what if” scenario based on these asks i received about baku and y/n meeting at the gym while he’s doing leg/butt day LOLOL,, just to be clear, this isn’t a canon part of the nn-verse! it’s just a hypothetical oneshot answering the question “what if they had met this way” AND I THINK IT’S SUPER CUTE!! i hope you enjoy and pls lmk what you think !! xx

“So… Does anyone want to go to the gym with me?” you asked cheerfully, sending a pointed look Shinsou’s way.

You knew Midoriya had already gone this morning (though, if you asked, there was no doubt in your mind he would go again), and Todoroki had just come back from swimming laps at the pool, so your roommate, Shinsou, was your best bet.

Too bad said roommate would rather stay home and play outdated games than workout with you.

When he didn’t reply for a solid five minutes, you poked him on the bicep-- How he actually had muscles considering how lazy he was would undoubtedly remain the world’s biggest mystery.

“Hello? Earth to Shinsou?”

He slowly tore his gaze away from the television, looking up at you from his seat on the couch. “Did you say something?”

Giving him your best smile while fluttering your lashes, you sang, “Does the best roomie in the world want to go to the gym with me?”

“No.” Shinsou hardly blinked.

Your mouth formed a small ‘o’. “Wha--? That’s it? You’re not even going to give an excuse?”

“Nope. Just go by yourself,” he dismissed. “You always talk about how you’re a ‘strong, independent woman’, correct?”

You scratched the back of your neck-- A habit you picked up from him over the years. “Well, yes…”

“And strong, independent women should be able to go to the gym by themselves, right?

The only way you could respond was with an incredulous nod.

“Glad we could agree,” said Shinsou with a wry smile. “Have fun at the gym, then!”

“I… Thank you…?”

And with a slightly confused expression you grabbed your keys and duffle bag and walked out of the door to the recreation center near your apartment, vaguely hearing Shinsou chuckling in the background.

It wasn't until you felt the chilling breeze of the outdoors that you snapped out of your trance.

“Dammit,” you muttered under your breath. How was he always so persuasive? Sure, at times you could be the slightest bit gullible, but regardless, his skills were almost inhuman.

You huffed, shaking your head as you entered the reception area of the gym. After showing the workers your membership and brushing your hair out of your face, you headed upstairs to do some cardio.

“Excuse me, are you done with the StairMaster?” you asked the blond-haired guy wiping down the only open machine.

A bead of sweat trailed down the side of his face to his neck and you had to avert your gaze before he could catch you gawking.

“Just finished,” he said, his voice a gruff timbre that was surprisingly pleasant to the ear. He finished wiping down the handles and nodded your way. “Go for it.”

You beamed, setting your water bottle and phone on the machine to get situated. “Thank you so much!”

He huffed. “Yeah, whatever.”

That wasn’t exactly a warm ‘you’re welcome’, but you shrugged it off with a small smile, stepping on the stairs and starting a light warmup.

You placed your earphones in and played some music to set the mood, ready to work up a sweat. Cardio was a pain, but it was worth it if it meant having a nice butt. (As well as making your heart stronger and increasing your lung capacity, you supposed, but those were mere seconds to the booty gains.)

As you upped the speed and got into the swing of things, you felt your eyes wandering around the room to your favorite part of the gym-- The squat and deadlift area. You noticed a handful of people were littered among the equipment and after your short inspection, you hummed to yourself.

Yup, things were definitely looking good there.

Absentmindedly, you saw your screen light up out of the corner of your eye and you unlocked your phone, briefly checking your messages. Or rather, checking for a certain message from a certain someone.

Still no reply? you sighed, placing your phone back on the StairMaster and trying to distract yourself by looking back at the students doing some leg exercises.

Almost instantaneously, your eyes were drawn to the blond who was using the cardio stairs just before you came.

StairMaster plus squatting what was easily 75 kilograms within ten minutes? You had to stop yourself from practically swooning on the spot. That was some serious gluteal strength he must’ve had.

He was finishing up his current rep of back squats, cheeks flushed pink and hair sticking to the sides of his face with sweat. Not only did he look unfairly handsome, but he had a hot body as well.

His arms were toned with a nice amount of muscles on his biceps and triceps--oh, goodness, his triceps were really something else--and he had impeccable posture as he squatted. (Not that his posture was the first thing you noticed about his squat, of course.)

You were staring so intently at this beautiful specimen of a man that he himself noticed, pausing briefly to try to find the source of the laser beams he felt on his behind. Before he could catch you gawking, however, you tore your gaze away and grabbed your phone, trying to pretend you were on it this whole time.

When he looked away, you sighed in relief, opening your camera app and peering at him through the screen.

You weren’t sure why, but you had a gut feeling your number neighbor, Bakugou, would’ve loved to share this beautiful sight with you. He seemed to be having a bad day and you figured a nice booty would be just the thing to cheer him up. So, really, you only wanted to take a picture of the hot gym guy out of the kindness of your own heart.

After snapping the photo, you sent a quick series of texts freaking out to your ‘bakubestie’ along with an attachment of the image of the blond guy’s backside.

Y/N: *Attachment: 1 Image*

Y/N: HDJSJDJD IK I’M LIKE QUADRUPLE TEXTING RN AND I’M SORRY (but rly what’s new)

Y/N: BUT I THOUGHT YOU WOULD APPRECIATE THIS PIC IDK WHY DON’T QUESTION MY IMPULSES OK

Y/N: i’m at the gym and this hot (albeit a lil bit of a grumpy grump :/) guy is here and woW

Y/N: like i’m just trying to work out in peace but his ass is all “hi there ( )( ) how are you ( )( )” AND I FEEL SO ATTACKED,, how is one person allowed to have all that ass? save some for the rest of us pls bro

After getting a good percentage of your thoughts and thirst out, you let out a sigh of liberation, upping the intensity of the StairMaster to further get your jitters out.

As you continued scrolling through your phone to check for texts from your roommates, you heard a bark of incredulous laughter from the other side of the room. You distractedly looked up, but after seeing nothing out of the ordinary other than the hot guy grinning at his phone, you shrugged and placed your cell down to get back to your workout.

The intense climbing only lasted for about three minutes before you got a text message from Bakugou (which you knew only because his text tone was ‘It’s so fluffy!’ from Despicable Me while everyone else’s was the default chime). A bright smile made its way to your face as you lowered the speed once again, taking a drink from your water bottle to cool down before eagerly glancing at your screen.

bakubestie: *Attachment: 1 Image*

Curiously, you took a look at the picture Bakugou sent. It was one of someone in the gym that looked quite similar to the one you were in, wearing the same workout clothes you were currently wearing… In fact, it looked like the photo was taken just now from inside the room, right next to the squatting area…

bakubestie: Too much ass, huh? I could say the same about you

You blinked, taking a few moments to process just what exactly was happening before you yelped in surprise. “What the--?!”

Your face fumed, head snapping up from your phone so fast you lost your balance and tripped on the incoming stair of the machine. Losing footing, you barely had time to let out a brief, “Oh, shit!” before falling down the StairMaster and onto your butt on the hard floor.

“Ouchie…”

There was a moment of silence before a booming laughter was heard from the opposite side of the room, and a mixture of dread and excitement filled your stomach.

Dread because if your suspicions were correct, the guy from the gym you were thirsting over to your number neighbor was your number neighbor. And excitement because--hello--you were finally going to meet your number neighbor! (That was, of course, if he didn’t run out of the gym at the very moment.) You were so excited that you couldn’t even dwell on the utter embarrassment any normal person would probably be feeling.

The scuffling of footsteps moved closer as you rubbed the side of your hip that landed on the ground.

“Tch,” you heard from above you. You looked up to see an amused expression on the blond gym guy’s face as he extended a hand out to you and checked for any injuries. “You really are a dumbass.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his all too familiar tone, and you winked cheekily at him while accepting his hand and standing upright. “And you really have a nice ass.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes as he fought off the blush on his face, your compliment catching him off guard. “Okay, well-- Now I know for sure it is you.”

With an excited grin, you jumped up and down on the balls of your feet. You were filled with nerves and butterflies and you wanted nothing more than to tackle your number neighbor into the biggest hug you could muster.

“You are okay though, right?” he asked, the smallest hint of worry in his features.

The little crinkle between his brows was so adorable that you just couldn’t help yourself. Your grin widened even more and your face began to hurt from smiling so much. You were certain you looked like a fool, but you didn’t care.

Before you could second guess yourself, you stood on your tiptoes and threw your arms around his neck to tackle him into a proper bear hug. Bakugou was still a bit sweaty and warm from working out--and you most definitely you weren’t looking any better yourself--but that didn’t change the fact that he felt cozy and safe and smelled faintly like your favorite caramel treat at the candy store.

“Yes. I’m better than okay,” you murmured into his shoulder. “It’s nice to meet you, bestie.”

Bakugou froze in shock before letting out a breathy chuckle, slowly wrapping his arms around your waist as you shifted so your head rested against his chest. His hand lingered on the small of your back as he peer down at you with what looked like a smile of his own and you wished you could capture that moment in a frame and relive it forever.

“It’s nice to meet you too, Y/N.”

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talas-starlight · 4 years ago

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Can you do a Leo Valdez x reader where Y/N is a new camper who Leo develops a crush on? Thanks!

a/n: ooh! thank you so much for sending in this request!! eep sorry this took a lil while for me to get done but i hope you still like it!! ik its a little short even for my normal blurbs but if you'd like i am more than happy to do a part 2 of this as well?? or maybe something else??

The smell of sweet, dark chocolate fills every crevice of Leo’s senses, reaching deep down into his lungs. Nothing is sweeter and more familiar than that right now. It gives him a piece of you that he was never too fussed on until two weeks ago. It’s peaceful. Calm.

The indirect connection he currently has with you contrasts the loud clambering of other campers chattering away to their friends as they chow down their meals. The warm mug in his hands is the only thing grounding him as the sound of knives and forks shredding food to pieces tries to invade his thoughts. He cringes. How could something so small, and so easily accessible to everyone else in camp make him feel like he genuinely has a piece of the most precious thing in the word? Maybe its because despite its popularity among other campers, it actually does live up to its sweet satisfaction. Or perhaps it’s because it’s the one thing you seem always connected to.

Smiling, he thinks back to the first time he saw you as he was heading for the bunker. With your oversized sweater and baggy jeans, you looked like the cutest person he’d ever seen. From the moment you stepped into camp, he was entranced. What managed to push him over the line was when he overheard you talking the Chiron, and instead of asking for where you’d be sleeping, you asked ever so politely if they had any hot chocolate. Now he’s smitten unlike ever before.

His heart encompasses further in a warm blaze. Almost convinced that his heart emits small fireworks every time he sees you smile contently with the fresh steaming liquid in your hands.

Literally snapping him out of his blissful thoughts, Nyssa can’t even stand sitting next to him anymore. “Leo… are you going to talk to her? It's been two weeks since she’s gotten here and you haven’t even made any of your usual moves, it’s weird. I can visibly see you hold your breath and block everyone out when she laughs from an entirely different table.”

He can’t help but choke on his hot chocolate at that. It seemed that things really were different, and, in all honesty, he wasn’t sure if he was proud of himself or annoyed at the fact.

“Yeah. Don’t worry, it’ll be okay.”

a/n: thank you sm for reading!!! i hope you like it and feel free to let me know what you think!

also,,, if youd like a part 2 for this lmk!!! im not sure if i should or not LMAO

my masterlist: here!

#Leo Valdez #leo valdez imagine #Leo Valdez x reader #Leo Valdez x you #leo valdez x y/n #leo Valdez fluff #Leo Valdez blurb #Leo Valdez angst #leo valdez fanfic #Percy Jackson #hero’s of Olympus

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bunbondoesedits · 3 years ago

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OKAY !! thamk u for answering my q anywayanyway ,, so

this is my boy maidat (made this edit myself on mspaint bc it dont have any other art programs :,/) i know its kinda hard to tell all the little details but 1; his sign is argo (space aspect + prospit rust blood sign from the extended zodiac) but i just want a pesterquest edit w him! i think one this zebruh sprite would fit but if u dont wanna use it most of vriskas sprites (hes got a vriska personality kinda so i wanted to use her sprite but i know it might be hard to edit her eyes)

idk if im allowed to use friendsim sprites but not a lot of pq sprites fit tbh

for extra details; his hair is like,,, equius length n very very very messy (liek big n fluffy too) !! he doesnt have a roboarm like vriska but his sleeves r both short like zebruhs,,, he also wears one of those double eyelet belts but that isnt like a important thing to include tho

um i hope this is a good description its a lil messy im sorry if this isnt a great description but i rlly love ur sprite edits n i have other fantrolls so i might like come back for other edits lolol also im aware this is kinda long sorry

Dw, it's perfectly fine to request freindsim sprites! Hope you like, lmk if you want anything changed

#sprite edit #homestuck #pesterquest #edits #fantroll #maidat #friendsim #long ask

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griffin-wood · 3 years ago

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Impromptu Disney Movie Night

Pairing: Arthur Campbell x Raylene Gray from @bodycountgame .

Summary: Arthur watches Ratatouille for the first time with Raylene's insistence.

A/N: Based on the ratatouille ask here and an excuse to rewatch (literally now sjsksk) my comfort movie again! I hope hope hope I didn't mess up Arthur, enjoy! I apologize for the grammar mistakes in advance!

"Wait. Hold up - you never watched ratatouille?" Raylene gasp at the fact, as she took the remote from his hand. She immediately searched for it in a flash, before patting the seat beside her. "Cancel all the horror flicks because tonight we'll be watching this cinematic event. Sit down." She orders before Arthur joins skeptically beside her as the Disney intro appears on the screen.

"I have tasted ratatouille - it's quite a meal if that's what the movie is about then," Arthur states as the title appears, as Raylene shushed him. An olden thought crosses her mind, as she admits.

"I admit - when I was a kid I thought ratatouille is made out of pepperoni's instead of... vegetables?" Raylene admits as Arthur looks at her with the look that screams insulting with a sprinkle of 'what-the-heck.

Raylene rolls her eyes at his expression. "Says someone who never watched ratatouille - speak for yourself, Campbell. That's an insult of its own." She playfully stuck her tongue out his way, making him sigh - possibly questioning this decision.

"Fine, I'll let myself enjoy this 'cinematic event' then." While his hands making usual air-quotes making her grin, as they continue watching it.

Arthur took the remote and paused the movie. "Okay, first of all - that's unhygienic! The woman has to clean her whole house from that... monstrosity." He raised an eyebrow during the scene where Remy and the other rats are trying to escape leaving their footprints everywhere, to note the disgusted expression on Arthur's face. Raylene sigh, before saying, "Just assume the woman did clean it's her kitchen after all." She takes the remote from his hand and pressed play.

He paused it a few scenes later - as a scene of Remy preparing the soup in the kitchen, as a groan escapes one frustrated Raylene. "Okay, is that even sanitary? Why is the chef tasting the soup? That's unsanitary! I am friends with the people in the industry and this is...." He was cut off as a pillow flew smacking him in the face.

A look of pure betrayal paints his expression before Raylene replies. "Shhhhh! It's a movie babe, enjoy it before I smack you again." There's a sharp tone in her voice, as the movie starts to play again.

And....a few moments later (again).

"The rat 'Remy' here is controlling him. Literally controlling his hair, how does a tiny rat manage to hold on that much weight - how is that possible? and...also, there's a shadow on the top of the chef hat! How can nobody saw that?!" The disbelief in Arthur's tone making her groan much louder, a signal for him to stop before he speaks again.

"Also, the dishwasher and the rats. It was made for dishes, and what are the logistics in this? Does it clean the rats or, is it a magical thing which cleans both the dishes and the rats - and imagine all the diseases. Raylene, this is absurd." He criticizes once more before taking a sip of wine from his glass.

That's the final straw for one Raylene Gray. Nobody messes with her movie and he is not an exception - as Raylene turns to face him, as his gaze falls onto her, who's looking somewhat scary at the moment. He recalls one of the first things Rose (a.k.a Raylene's lil sister) told him about Raylene's pet peeves; never ever talk during her favorite movies. He remembers, she mentions on the 'Rose Incident' - a story where Ray actually asks Rose to leave the room for criticizing the movie they were watching a few years ago. He's in deep trouble.

"Arthur Campbell, shut up." He didn't manage to reply before she pressed her lips against his with the intention to shut him up, she smiles in satisfaction as it did work as a thought crosses her mind, finally got to shut him up for once.

It was meant to be a short distraction, yet they were both were into the kiss quite...deeply as the credits roll. Raylene pulls away suddenly, as a frown appears on her face. "No, no, no, no - we missed Anton's speech! That is my favorite scene; damn it." She sounds genuinely saddened by the fact, as Arthur stood up to fetch the remote - replaying it all over again from the beginning.

Raylene's eyes fall on him, somehow a question on the motivation of his actions. "C'mon, let's watch it again then. And I promise to finally shut my mouth." He says patting the empty space beside him on the couch.

Ray sits down beside him, a weary look on her face before pulling out her pinky finger to him. "Pinky promise then?" He sighs and begrudgingly nods, "fine - all the pinky promises."

She smiles before warning him again, "Alright I believe you but if you open your mouth and make me miss a part again. I will not hesitate for the Rose treatment got it, pal?" Raylene sounded serious, as Arthur doesn't buy the bold facade as he lets out a chuckle, placing an arm around her getting themselves comfortable for the encore.

"Whatever you say, love." He replies as the room is filled once more with the sound of ratatouille playing in the background as Arthur keeps his promise to be quiet after all. She smiles to herself, pulling the blankets over them - satisfied. However, deep in her mind, she knows he'll ask questions again and again as he always does. Maybe this time, she wouldn't mind it.

Maybe she won't mind it at all.

THE END

tags: @wayhavenots , @winterkeys , @takemyopenheart , @winslowmontgomery , @stephschoices , @homeformyheart ! ( I still don't have a proper tag list, but if u wanna be removed - lmk!)

#body count #arthur campbell #bc: raylene gray #otp: raylene x arthur #body count game #body count fic #arthur x mc #alya writes #*I enjoyed writing this sm :#watching it while writing this feels so good <3 #i hope arthur's complaints is in character jksksskks #but - yep; here's the fic yall hehehehe #no thoughts - head empty; only arthur and raylene :sob:

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latraviesascott · 4 years ago

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What kind of dreams (or nightmares) do you think the Avatar characters have? Obviously Aang's got some wild ones and Sokka dreams about food eating people xD but what do you think The rest of the gaang and the Fire Nation kids dream about?

Okay so this is just my opinion but, even if Aang's dreams and nightmares in Season 3 were funny, they all came from the fear of failing that Aang had. So if the dreams/nightmares are influenced by the character's feelings/ insecurities then this is what i imagine each of them would dream about:

Katara- even though the fandom jokes about it a lot, she does mention/talk a lot about her mom in the series, and that is completely understandable considering the fact that she's dealing with that trauma since she was a kid. The North and South comics begin with Katara dreaming of her mom back in the SWT, and the dream was both happy and sad for her. She even woke up feeling nostalgic. Therefore i feel like Katara's more significant dreams consist of memories of her mom , and the good times she had in the water tribe before the Fire Nation altered that forever. Her nightmares could be heavily influenced by the amount of stress she has with being the "mom" of the group. She truly does act motherly with her friends, but it's all because she cares and she's has been doing so with Sokka since she was a kid. The idea of not being able to protect them probably haunts her dreams..

Sokka- i sometimes feel so bad for Sokka. Many people often overlook the fact that he was also a child personally affected by the war. In Season 1 we see that he feels this big responsibility to protect his tribe. After all, he is the oldest "man" left. That's a huge responsibility! He also has this need to prove himself as a warrior to Hakoda. Not only that, in the episode "Sokka's Master" we see that he also has this issue with being a non-bender in a group of powerful benders. This doesn't come from him being selfish, but he feels bad when he sees that he can't help people as much as the rest of the gaang does. So if you add that to his usual easy going, fun personality his dreams could honestly range from silly things like him being eaten by food, and him being awesome with Suki, to more serious nightmares that involve him not being/doing enough to protect those that depend on him.

Toph- out of all of the Ember Island players i feel like Toph's representation is most accurate 😭 that kid is tough as nails. The many statues she makes of herself in both Imbalance and later on in Legend of Korra make me think her dreams mostly consist of her being awesome in super badass scenarios! Or her being MELONLORD!!! Her nightmares however are the complete opposite. In "The Blind Bandit" she says she hasn't had a single friend in the 12 years of her life! like omgg bby let me give you a hug!!! And I thought it was super interesting how vulnerable she looks in the episode "The Avatar and the Firelord" when she asks if its truly possible for friendships to last more than one lifetime. She found more than friendships, she found a family with the gaang. In The Rift, her own father denied knowing her, which proves that family is not defined by blood ties. So letting go/ losing those friendships is a concept that seems to scare her. I feel like this is something she might have nightmares about.

Suki- because Suki is part of the gaang!!! She does have her own group with the Kyoshi warriors, not trying to erase that, but i consider her to be a part of the gaang too! With that being said we really do not know much about this queen, and i am so glad that she's getting her own comic! Hopefully we learn more about her! But from what we know, she began training since she was 8 years old! She is a brave warrior and a great friend. I feel like she takes her job as a Kyoshi warrior super seriously and is honored to be their fearless leader. I imagine that her happy dreams consist of her meeting Kyoshi herself. As for her nightmares, we do not get a lot of her (unfortunately) to really perceive her fears, but if Azula's taunting in "The Day of Black Sun Pt.2" are true, then Suki has been waiting on Sokka to rescue her for some time now. Seeing that time passed must have been hard for her. Her nightmares might have been influenced by her feeling abandoned, or her worry about the other Kyoshi warriors. (Also i love Azula, but Suki probably also dreamed of dragging Azula's big head on the ground.)

Zuko- omggg where do i even begin with this boy?! I feel like the Fire Nation teens are just so angsty! But when one's father burns off half of your face then that's the way it is igs. So I feel like the show was pretty in detail when it came to Zuko's character and his personality. Throughout the show, we see how he sometimes gets this flashbacks whenever he's feeling a specific way or when he's reminded of something. This was seen most in "The Beach". Despite being this angsty, emotional guy he is always remembering his early childhood very fondly despite being part of the most dysfunctional family in the Fire Nation. During his fever, we see his nightmares being this representation of the constant fight between good and evil inside him. Therefore i think this is what Zuko most likely sees when he has nightmares. (It is quite interesting how the "evil" blue dragon in his nightmare seems to represent Azula and the "good" red dragon is Iroh. That kind of made me wonder why Zuko seemed to associate the evil aspect with Azula rather than Ozai🤔). But back to the point. If the flashbacks he has are any indication, then his dreams most likely involve the good times he had with his mother and family during their vacations on ember island. (And because of his trauma, he might also relive the Agni Kai with Ozai in his nightmares.)

Azula- i could write essays on this girl. Her character is just so complex! And literally nothing in this world is gonna convince me that she didn't deserve better. Im gonna try to keep it as short as possible with her because quite honestly i could go on forever. But im having a hard time figuring out what a happy dream might be for Azula. Conquering Ba Sing Se?? Mastering Firebending at a young age?? Oh right she did do that! She wasn't like Zuko, in the way that she could look back on the past and remember it fondly. Quite the opposite actually, she refers to their beach house as "depressing". Then, later on in the bonfire, she treats everyone's emotions and confessions as a "performance". It's quite interesting to think that truly the only one who was trying to perform was her. Everyone else was very honest and open with their insecurities even if they didn't realize it. The fact that she thinks showing emotion is a performance of some sort makes it clear that everything she does is a perfectly put-together performance. Her nightmares could consist that facade falling apart, and her status as the perfect daughter being reduced to nothing along with her many achievements. The difference with Azula is that just as she became everything she dreamed of, she also ended up being everything her nightmares doomed her to be. ( I also have this hc that she dreamt of having a cat with ty lee and just living together at Ember Island after she got help and just lived their happy gay life of wtvvvv)

omggg this post is gonna be super long, but i had so much fun answering this! thank you for that! it was a nice surprise 🥰 i can do ty lee and mai later if you'd like just lmk! im just giving my thumbs a lil rest rn. hope this sorta answered the question😌

#katara #aang #sokka #suki #zuko #azula #atla

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straykats · 4 years ago

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this or that:

cats or dogs?

winter or summer?

school or work?

pen or pencil?

dirt or sand?

movies or tv shows?

ice cream or froyo?

would you rather:

be blind or deaf?

have no legs or no arms?

live your current age forever or live a different age forever?

talk to your past self about something or see what someone elses point of view was on something in the past?

only know one language fluently or know 50+ languages but only at a beginners level?

+ random questions

what apocalypse/zombie apocalypse based movie/tv show do you think you could survive in? (examples: the maze runner, walking dead, black summer, z nation, the 100, attack on titan, etc.)

once again, under the cut for length!! gonna ramble a bit too for each i am so sorry but tyvm

cats > dogs!!!!!!! i do love both but aHHHHHH ive accepted that i am a cat person. its weird but i used to feel pressured into saying im a dog person bc everyone i knew had a dog? and i never really had any contact w cats either so that explains a lil bit but !! KJADVKJDNVJKDNVKJ i want a cat so bad and theres a cat cafe in my city but its a bit car for me rip but im really eager to go at least once!! but cats are scary when u hold them bc they're so.. small.. inside.. like.. their skeleton.. so small... im so scared like they feel so fragile and i know they're capable but still

winter > summer !! i love the rain and i dont love the cold but i hate the heat (esp australian summers) so !!!! like eyah winter sucks when you bave plans but as someone who rarely has plans i am Okay With That. summer is wHACK because you can be in short sleeves and you'll still be so uncomfy like tmi maybe but yknow when u're in shorts or smth and u sit on a chair for too long and u stand up and its like peeling a sticker off tupperwear without the ripping bit??? yeah bruh summer aint it for me

school > work...? maybe? i'm unemployed (im looking but most places are like !!! experience needed !!!! babes im asking u for experience) so idk but i do enjoy learning (without the assessments etc) so??? but work doesnt seem too bad... if you're allowing a "neither" answer, i shall choose that.

pen < pencil. i think. pencils flow smoother? i use pen more because its clearer/easier to see and bc habit and also people dont accept pencil for documents and assignments so yknow. but writing with pencil is more satisfying for me.

dirt or sand? babes (wait i've called u babes a few times im sorry if youre uncomfy w that! if u want, lmk and i'll change it) what is this question i have never ever EVER encountered this question before. but.. i think... sand... i'm thinking of dirt as soil and sand combined so.. just sand..

movies or tv shows? OH MANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN uh. depends? somethings are better as a movie and some are tv shows. i think i have more comfort/favourite tv shows as movies so maybe tv shows.. although i /am/ categorising anime and kdramas into tv shows.

ice cream > froyo. i havent had much froyo tbh but from the few times i have, i think i pref. ice cream..

would you rather:

be blind or deaf? blind. i enjoy listening to and find comfort in music way too much. I can also play instruments by ear and learn to adapt to not having sight so! i've grown up surrounded by music too much for me to not be able to have it in my life.

have no legs or no arms? no legs, i think.

live your current age forever or live a different age forever? different age lmaoooo but also i', saying this assuming that living my age forever or living a different age forever comes with the struggles of that age? i'm 19 rn and unemployed and have a few personal things going on and the expectations that are on me are a bit uhhh bc i can't exactly meet all of them so if i had to stay this age with my current experiences, i would rather a different age, one where everything is a bit more organised? but if i can stay 19 forever but still change my circumstances as time progresses then idm that.. so depends on what being a certain age forever means, if that makes sense.

talk to your past self about something or see what someone elses point of view was on something in the past?

only know one language fluently or know 50+ languages but only at a beginners level?

aw man im bilingual and i consider myself pretty fluent in both my languages (eng and viet), but viet im more fluent speaking than reading/writing? if i only knew english fluently (thus not being fluent in viet) i would be really disconnected because speaking viet is such a big part of who i am and my everyday life so its ahhhh... but 50 languages on a basic level...? how basic are we talking..? like conversational basic or like only knowing a few phrases? hm.

+ random questions

what apocalypse/zombie apocalypse based movie/tv show do you think you could survive in? (examples: the maze runner, walking dead, black summer, z nation, the 100, attack on titan, etc.) //// the maze runner maybe but only if we're including the first book/movie and i dont need to go into the maze LMAOOOO i aint got that ya protagonist energy in me. attack on titan... i'm not up to date so i've no idea whats going on in the recent season, but i don't think i could do that. the knowledge of titans on the other side of the wall would make me go bonkers HHAAHA. uhhh i can't think of any other apocalypse mvies/shows etc off the top of my head that i've watched/read so between tmr and aot, i would choose tmr, because at least then i wouldn't be aware of the outside world and i would believe being inside is all i have yknow? like even in aot if i believed that, the titans are too scary. im not saying those spider things in tmr arent scary but idk i'd jsut rather that AHAHA

if you could make one fictional character someone real in your life who would you choose? (could be from a cartoon, tv show, movie, book, etc and if their being portrayed by a real person this is with the assumption that theyll both exist but be two completely different people who very strangely look EXACTLY alike lol) // omg no stop i've like. this question always stresses me out wdym just one i have too many comfort characters ahfbhdbavkdhva BUT alec lightwood! ... as he is portrayed in the book, but with the appearance of matthew daddario. i just.. yeah. alec :(

ty for sending in these questions!!! i enjoyed going through them very much!!

#kat answers #anon

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skiesofthesketchy · 5 years ago

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Stiles Stilinski x reader

Word count: 3,247

Warnings: alcohol, language, mentions of sex, flirty flirtyyyyyy

Summary: The reader gets a little too drunk and can’t help herself >:)

A.n.: Hey its me! I might have been a lil drunk while writing this lol. Yall still like teen wolf fanfic right? GOOD then you’re in the right place. Please lmk what you think I love feedback. enjoy! :)

This has been edited so that I like it better lol

The loud bass from the speakers in the colorful room sent vibrations through your body. Your vision was blurry due to your alcohol consumption that night, but you blamed it on the moving lights which were swirling around the room to the rhythm of the music, though they didn’t really help your drunken state either. Your eyes roamed the crowded room looking for one of your friends, perhaps one friend in particular that you could latch onto to steady your balance and ease your whirling thoughts.

Deciding to sway over to the kitchen to look for your friends there, some guy slammed right into you, spilling his sticky alcoholic drink down the front of your shirt. You stood there stunned, feeling the cold drink sinking into your top and down your arms. The dude just shouted an, “Oh shit!” laughing with two of his friends that stood next to him, all of them obviously even more drunk than you.

Groaning in annoyance, you started towards the stairs, hoping to find an unoccupied bathroom upstairs. Focusing on the taunting staircase ahead of you, you climbed the first few steps without a problem. The next one, however, had you stumbling backwards and reaching for the handrail before you could even register that you had misstepped. You yelped as you were fully expecting to tumble down the stairs unable to catch yourself, but a hard chest and strong arms caught you instead.

“Woah there, Y/N. You okay?” your rescuer asked.

“Stiles!” you cheered happily after turning your face to see one of your closest friends. “Oh my god, you saved me!” you smiled. Your back was still up against him while his hands held your waist firmly. “I was just looking for you.”

“Well you found me,” he chuckled, spinning you around so you two were facing each other. With him standing on the step below you, you were almost as tall as him and could see clearly into his whiskey colored eyes, concern crossing them. “For real though, are you okay? How much have you had to drink?”

“Um. A bit,” you giggled. It might have just been the vodka from earlier but you were very happy to be with Stiles now.

He helped you down the stairs, noticing how hard it was for you to actually hold yourself up, let alone walk down the steps. “From the looks of it, you’ve had more than a bit. And what happened to your shirt?” he asked with widening eyes, gesturing to the large splatters of amber on your white tank top.

“Some drunk idiots happened,” you grumbled, looking down to realize that the liquid made your shirt a little see through and it stuck to your skin underneath. “Shit.” You looped your arm through his and rested your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes for a brief moment, suddenly feeling overwhelmed. “And yes, I’m drunk if that’s what you were getting at.”

Stiles laughed lightly, “A little too drunk is more like it.” You just hummed in response. “Come on, let’s get you out of here.”

“Huh? Are you taking me home?”

“I’ll take you back to mine. Your parents will definitely kill you if you come home this drunk,” he laughed. Stiles grabbed your hand and led you around the party so you both could say goodbye to your friends.

The farewells were brief and you were soon walking in the chilly October night, a drastic temperature drop from the heat of the party inside. With your hand still enclasped in Stiles’ larger one, he walked you over to his beloved Jeep. He came around the passenger side with you to help you in, which you were thankful for because even with his help, you were ungraceful in your endeavours to hoist yourself up into the vehicle. He shut the door but you could still hear him laugh as he walked around the car to the driver’s side.

“Here, drink some water,” he offered you a water bottle after getting in and buckling your seat belt for you. You took it from him willingly and he turned the ignition.

“Are you sober?”

Stiles scoffed. “Of course. I had a feeling I’d need to take care of you tonight,” he teased. You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t deny the fluttering that started in your belly. Good ol’ Stiles, always there when you need him.

You turned the volume dial up, engulfing the moving car in the music playing from one of Stiles’ playlists, and the two of you hummed along peacefully.

‘Shit’ you thought, feeling the wet material of your shirt still clinging to you. You swiftly pulled it over your head, thankful to be relieved of the sticky feeling, though your drunkenness had made you forget about it. You balled it up and used the dry parts of your shirt to dab your boobs that swelled above the lace of your bra.

“Hey, hey! What are you doing!?” Stiles shouted over the music, eyes flickering down to your chest, an incredulous look on his adorable face. He acted like you were doing something wrong and you were confused. “I’m trying to drive here!”

You quirked up an eyebrow. “And? You’re doing a great job, buddy.”

“How can you expect me to drive safely while you’re over there doing... whatever you’re doing... that!”

You giggled at the silly, panicked look on his handsome face. “What? Am I distracting you?” You leaned forward out of your seat and turned towards the boy to be more in his line of sight. You couldn’t help but smirk, loving how easy it was to tease him. You slowly continued to wipe the remainder of beer from your stomach and under the lining of your bra.

“Fuck, Y/N, are you trying to get us killed?” His fingers rubbed over his jaw before tightly gripping the steering wheel, his left leg bouncing as he stole another glance at you.

“I just didn’t wanna be soaked in beer anymore,” you shrugged innocently, scooting back in your seat, and he released an audible breath.

Teasing Stiles was always fun, but between platonic friends there’s always a line. As you and Stiles have grown closer, it’s gotten harder to distinguish where that line is exactly. Sometimes you even wished the line would blur or disappear completely, due to your stupid feelings for him. You usually ignored them, but with alcohol coursing through your system, your body buzzed with a desire for the attractive boy next to you.

The jeep stopped in Stiles’ driveway and you managed to hop out yourself this time. You followed close behind Stiles as he unlocked the door to the house. “Are you hungry at all, or did you just wanna pass out?” he asked, flicking on the kitchen lights.

“Hmm. I could eat.”

“Great--” Stiles swiveled around, eyebrows shooting up as his eyes landed on your still half naked figure, only clad in a bra and a short skirt. “But we should definitely get you a shirt first.” Was he blushing?

The gears in your brain started turning. “Nah, I’m okay. What’s on the menu, Chef?” You sat in one of the chairs by the counter, crossing your arms underneath your chest.

He let out a breathy laugh. “Uhm. Absolutely nothing unless you cover up.” Stiles almost looked serious, but the amusement in his eyes and the curve of his lips told you otherwise. You, however, were in a playful mood thanks to the liquor.

“Why are you being a baby? You’ve seen me in my bra before,” you casually inquired.

He huffed, all but glaring at you. It was either because of your little insult or because you were challenging him by not doing what he asked.

“Fine. I’ll just get myself something to eat.” You stood and strutted past Stiles towards the pantry as he held his stiff position. The warm brush of your arms did not go unnoticed by either of you.

Skipping back to the counter with a box of cereal, you stretched your arm up to get a bowl from the upper cabinet. Opting to lean on your toes, you almost fell back in surprise when Stiles’ strong hand caught your wrist. He held it there above you as you looked up at him, feeling his warm breath fan over your face.

“Like I said, sweetheart.” You froze, reading his stern body language. He was trying to intimidate you, but all you could think about right now was closing the small gap between you and kissing him. Sure you were intoxicated, but his proximity made you even more so. Intoxicated by him, that is. “Not until you put a shirt on.”

His grasp was still on your arm, but it was lowered between you now. Your body burned, only partially fighting off the urge to jump him right then. “Stiles...” you focused on his hard stare, the freckles littering his cheeks, his dark pink lips. “You don’t really want that.”

You heard him inhale a deep breath, “Y/N,” he warned. But you ignored him, finally diving forward, crashing your lips to his. Stiles froze, while you just wrapped your arms around his neck. It only took half a second for Stiles to kiss you back, growling into your lips. You pulled him close, pressing your body into his while his hands found the warm skin of your waist. Your entire form sizzled with the contact, loving the taste of him.

Only seconds had gone by before he firmly pushed you away by your hips. “Y/N. Y/N, stop.” You were confused, his quick rejection causing your chest to tighten. “We-- we can’t.”

“What Stiles? You don’t want me?” you retorted in disbelief, completely flustered.

“Babe, you’re drunk,” he tried to reason. You pushed away from his hold on your hips, a sour laugh escaping you.

“Sorry, Stilinski. I didn’t realize you’d be totally repulsed by me,” you flared. Many emotions swelled within you, but drunken anger took over all of them. Here you were, fully throwing yourself at your crush and he didn’t even want to kiss you.

“That’s not it,” the boy mumbled, sighing heavily. You just scoffed turning to get away from him. “God, I am not doing this again.”

You snapped your head back around at his comment. His palms rubbed over his jaw anxiously. “What the hell does that mean?”

“Let’s not get into in it.”

Your brows furrowed. “Spit it out, Stiles.”

“You don’t remember?” He seemed almost as upset as you were, the temperature of the room rising. “Jesus, you don’t even remember,” he shook his head, hands rubbing the back of his neck now after he noticed your bewildered features.

“Remember what?” You had no idea what the hell he was talking about. After a moment of strangled silence you growled, “For the love of god, just tell me!”

“This isn’t the first time this has happened, Y/N.”

“Huh--”

“It was hard enough to push you away the first time. I don’t think I could control myself enough to keep you away.” His fingers tugged on his messy hair, frustrated.

“What?” You were dumbfounded, unable to recollect anything about the scenario he was referring to. “Are you saying we’ve... kissed?”

He forced out a sharp laugh. “It was a little more than that.” Your face burned red. How could you not remember any of this?

You tried to organize your thoughts in your flustered state. “What- why didn’t you say anything?”

“You acted completely normal the next day. I thought you didn’t want to talk about it. I thought you regretted it...” he mumbled the last part.

You shook your head. “I don’t even remember. Shit did we... did we fuck?” Your eyes grew wide. Of course you’d forget sleeping with the one person you’ve liked since forever.

“No. No, of course not. You were drunk and I have way too much respect for you.” You calmed a little, but more questions popped into your mind. “Which is why I can’t kiss you right now even though it’s killing me not to,” he all but grumbled.

You blushed. The heat of the moment was still present but dispersing around you. His last phrase echoed through your mind.

“Y/N?” he asked cautiously after you hadn’t said anything.

“I...” you fumbled around in your brain trying to find something to say. “I’m sorry I’ve put you in this position. Twice now,” you forced a laugh, looking down at your exposed figure and picking nervously at the skin around your fingernails.

Stiles scrunched up his face at your suddenly saddened demeanor. “Don’t apologize,” he spoke softly. “It’s okay.”

Silence took over the room. Neither of you could bring yourselves to speak up.

“I like you, you know.” The words abruptly left your lips, shocking yourself even more than Stiles. “I know we’re friends. Really good friends. But I like you more than that.” You surprised yourself even more as you found your voice calm and confident.

Your gaze finally met his honey eyes which were boring into you. “I guess I only have the guts to do something about it when I’m intoxicated.” Your shoulders lifted in a shrug as you laughed sheepishly, trying to relieve some of the tension.

Stiles’ jaw hung open, but no words tumbled out. You were getting hot and uncomfortable again. You confessed your feelings and he still has nothing to say. “Stiles?”

“Are you sure that’s not just the alcohol talking?”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m sure. I mean the alcohol definitely helped with the delivery, but my feelings are sober.” In fact, you were sobering up by the second.

You were annoyed now. The boy still stood there not saying anything.

“Damn. I’ll take the hint, okay?” you spat, spinning around to go upstairs. You dragged yourself up the steps to Stiles’ room hoping that he wouldn’t follow you. It was much too late to go running home at this hour but you couldn’t stand to look at his stupid, pretty face. You were humiliated, angry, but most of all, hurt.

Shutting the door behind you, you rummaged through the middle drawer of Stiles’ dresser, pulling out one of his t-shirts. Taking off your bra and pulling the black shirt over your head, you turned to face the mirror hanging on the wall. Oh god, you looked like a drunken disaster.

Your hair was in tangles and your dark eye makeup smudged at the corners of your eyes. Your face was flushed with eyes burning red, but those were just the tears threatening to spill over your cheeks. You refused to let them, though.

You huffed, moving over to the bathroom attached to the room. You used water to wash your face of the messy makeup and put some toothpaste on your finger to wash out the horrible liquor and strange words you had said downstairs from your mouth. Your finger swiped over your bottom lip as you remembered how Stiles’ lips felt against them.

You didn’t let yourself sink into those thoughts. You turned off the light as you left the bathroom, only to discover Stiles sitting on the end of his bed. You hadn’t heard him come in.

His eyes raked over you slowly, and you could see his throat bob in a gulp.

“You don’t have to say anything,” you offered, leaning on the doorframe of the bathroom. “I get it. We’re just friends. Sorry I’ve complicated everything...” You prepared to continue rambling, just wanting this night to be over already.

“You may have complicated things a little,” his lips quirked up, “but I haven’t thought about you as just a friend in a while.”

Your eyes blazed in confusion and shock as you just stared at him. “What does that mean?” You craved more information to be sure you were understanding correctly. Your words were almost a whisper.

“It means I like you,” the boy chuckled at your expression. “A lot.” Your heart hammered in your chest.

“But, downstairs...” you mumbled, not knowing how to finish.

He chuckled once more. “I’m sorry. What happened downstairs was a lot to take in.” You slowly started moving closer to your long time friend, hanging onto his every word. “I’m just... scared you won’t remember this in the morning,” he whispered.

“Stiles,” his name drew from your lips. You were now positioned in front of him, his nose turned up to look at you. You let your fingers move through his soft, dark hair. “I don’t think I could forget this even if I wanted to,” you hummed happily. “And trust me, I don’t want to.”

You put your knees up on the bed on either side of him, straddling him as your skirt rode up your thighs. Your hands were now placed on his jaw with his on your legs, your pretty eyes meeting his in an intense stare.

“You promise?” He looked worried but hopeful.

“I pinky promise.” You came closer, intending to lock lips with him for the second time that night, but his hands shot up to catch your wrists, pulling back slightly.

“Babe,” he grunted, unwillingly. “I don’t think we should. Not ‘til you’re sober.”

You pouted. After everything tonight has been, you at least wanted a fucking kiss. “Just one innocent kiss,” you pouted even more, hoping to convince him. His eyes darted down to your bottom lip sticking out, and he grunted again.

“Just one,” he choked out, unable to hold himself back any longer.

He pulled you in by the back of your neck and your needy lips finally connected in a hungry and passionate kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck trying to pull him as close to you as possible. His rough fingertips moved up your legs and rested strongly on your hips. It was pure magic, unlike the kiss of drunken madness from earlier. You smiled into his lips despite not being able to breathe. Both of you were enjoying each other too much to break away for air.

You pulled away first, resting your forehead against his. Your breaths seemed to match as you both calmed down from the heated moment. “We should get you into bed,” he spoke up first. “You better fucking remember all of this, Y/N.”

You laughed. “I pinky promised, didn’t I?” You watched as he stood and pulled back the covers of his bed for you to climb into it. You happily obliged before you noticed him start to walk away.

“You’re not actually thinking of sleeping on the couch, are you?”

“Well I can’t sleep here,” Stiles laughed. “I don’t trust you to not jump my bones and take advantage of me.” If he was still standing near you, you would’ve hit him.

“Just get into the bed, idiot,” you laughed. He removed his shoes before turning off the light.

“Fine. But no funny business,” he chuckled, laying down in the sheets next to you.

“Have it your way,” you mumbled, pressing a kiss to his cheek before rolling onto your side. You felt his strong arm wrap around your waist, spooning you. You laced your fingers through his and held them to your chest, perfectly content with your life right now.

“I cannot fucking wait ‘til you’re sober, Y/N,” he breathed into your hair. “Then I’ll be the one taking advantage of you.”

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