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creamiecoups · 4 years ago

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anon : impatient mingyu smut!! a bit rough but the after care is the best!!

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↠ summary : all you wanted to do was finish your assignment as the due date was fast approaching, but with someone as annoying and persistent as your boyfriend, it’s going to take all your strength and self control to resist giving into him.

↠ pairing : mingyu x reader

↠ warnings : smut, swearing, dirty talk, slightly rough sex, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, alot of fluff, and mingyu’s a bit cocky in this one ;-)

↠ word count : 3.6K words

↠ author’s note : anddd im officially back !!! yeah eheh...i know many of you probably hate me and im so so sorry i took so long :(( life’s been getting pretty hectic lately but do not think i wasn’t writing this entire time !! i do have a few unfinished requests that im still in the process of writing that i will start posting very soon....but for now, enjoy this one :-)

(and please forgive me if there’s spelling mistakes its 2am i should sleep omfg but i will edit it properly in the morning)

"Baby, are you done yet?"

Your annoying boyfriend asked for the 7th time in the span of 10 minutes.

"I told you before, just let me study peacefully for at least an hour and a half....or just wait until I finish this god damn essay!" You huffed, attempting to blow the strands of hair covering your face.

He whined, grabbing onto your arm as you kept your focus on the bright screen of your laptop on your lap.

"Mingyu...you said you'd leave me alone until I finished this...I've written like one word in the past few minutes because you keep nagging me!"

"I'm not nagging you, I'm just trying to get your attention! We finally have a friday night to ourselves and your studying!?"

"Well I want to get this done, it's constantly worrying me and if I just finish this tonight I won't have any more worries," you said, sighing loudly as you turned to look at him.

"Then let me ease you up....don't worry, I'll have you thinking about other things if you let me...and this stupid assignment will be long forgotten," he whispered, before pecking your cheek.

"No thanks, I'd rather finish this first," you said as you pushed him away coldly.

"Oh come on!"

You closed your laptop a little too loudly, causing Mingyu to jump a little in shock.

"What are you doing?" He asked as he watched you place your laptop on the bedside table before getting off the bed.

"I'm finding something to entertain you so you'll leave me alone," you grumbled, grabbing the tv remote before turning it on.

"I don't wanna watch tv though...I wanna play with you," he chuckled, winking your way as you instantly rolled your eyes.

"Sex....really is the only thing on your mind huh?" You asked, mostly in bewilderment.

"Hmm....not really...there are also, a few other things," he pretended to think, as you shook your head.

"Well here's the remote...I really don't care what you do just don't make a sound and stop bothering me," you warned, giving him a glare before grabbing the laptop and walking towards the bedroom door.

"Wait where are you going?"

"I'm going to study out in the living room, your annoying me," I huffed, turning to look at him.

"No no, baby don't leave me here...I promise I won't bother you just come back," he sulked giving me a pout.

A long sigh left your lips. "Fine...but the minute you try anything, I'm leaving...okay?"

He nodded his head, giving you a cheeky smile as he pat the space beside him on the bed.

You hesitantly went back to sit down next to him, adjusting the pillow behind you before pulling the blanket up to your stomach and opening up your laptop again to hopefully finish this essay once and for all.

A few minutes passed and you were glad Mingyu had finally decided to leave you alone, as his eyes were glued to some variety show playing on the tv. His hands were on you though, his right arm wrapped around your waist while the other played with the drawstrings of your pyjama shorts.

But the happiness only lasted a while before you felt Mingyu's fingers start to play with the waistband of your shorts under the blanket.

At first you didn't pay much mind to it, being too invested in what you were doing, but then he grew bolder. His fingers slipped in and out through the gap seperating your silk shorts and your skin.

"Mingyu," You warned, as you typed away on your laptop, determined to finish this without him distracting you.

He didn't respond, and nor did his fingers stop.

"Gyu.....baby, I really need to finish this, please," you sighed fustratedly, grabbing his hand and pushing it away from you.

"I'm not talking though...I'm just touching you."

"Well your distracting me."

"So it worked," he mumbled before chuckling, making you roll your eyes.

"Just shut up."

"Personally I don't think you would be getting distracted that easily if you really were concentrating in the first place," he said, making you sigh.

"I am concentrating...it's just your doing things that would distract--"

"Just hurry up and finish what your doing, the more we talk the longer you'll take," he said, cutting you off as his hand found its way back under the blanket.

It was silent for a while, just the quiet sound of people laughing from the tv playing.

Suddenly you felt him pull your shirt up a little, before his warm hand made contact to your bare stomach.

"Yah Kim Mingyu!" you burst, turning to glare at him as his eyes were on the tv screen, ignoring your sudden outburst.

He turned around slowly, looking at you dumbfoundly.

"What?"

"Seriously...what are you trying to do?" You asked, as he creased his eyebrows.

"What did I do wrong?" he asked, blinking a few times with his big puppy eyes staring right at you.

please...someone give him an award.

"Just stop touching me will you? I don't get why your so needy today," you huffed, turning back to look at your computer screen.

"Well you haven't been giving me any sort of attention for the entire week because of your stupid assignments, and now it's a Friday and I can't take this is anymore!"

"Shhh I've heard enough, I need to concentrate," you sighed, deciding to just ignore his hand on your stomach for the time being.

You saw him smile as his eyes were back on the tv, his fingers now drawing circles and whatnot into your skin.

At first you didn't mind it, but after a while his fingers went lower and lower, until it started feeling tingly.

His fingers once again attempted to slip under your shorts, as this time you found yourself letting him do what he wanted, as long as he wouldn't talk and let you finish this.

You felt him cup your heat, making you bite your lip as your toes curled.

"Mingyu...not now."

"Concentrate on what your doing, I'm just playing a little, I won't disturb you," he shot, throwing you off guard.

But you decided to comply, being tired of fighting with him anyways since you knew it wouldn't get you anywhere.

His fingers ever so slowly rubbed you through your panties, making you bite your lip as you straightened your back.

Clearing your throat you decided to ignore it as much as you could, knowing he was doing it purposely.

His hand around your waist pressed small circles into your skin while his fingers pushed your panties to the side, making you stifle a moan.

You were suddenly aware of his every touch, knowing exactly what he was doing. He knew you all too well to know this was affecting you.

The smirk on his lips also showed that.

"Gyu," you whined, squeezing your thighs together tightly, stopping his hand from being able to do anything.

"Baby, relax, I just wanna touch you for the time being, until your done," he whispered seductively near your ear, causing butterflies to fill your stomach.

You relaxed your thighs as he took the chance to push his fingers directly to your clit.

You bit back a moan, your hands starting to shake against the keys on your laptop as he slowly started to rub circles into you.

"Can you....even remember the last time I fucked you?" He whispered near your ear, as you stayed quiet, hating how much his touch was affecting you.

"It was last Sunday, baby.....that's how long it's been....I had you on top of the counter in the kitchen, as I fucked into you and you told me how good I made you feel...you remember that? Hm?" He taunted, his fingers getting faster as you nodded your head.

"And then you gave me the best fucking blowjob ever...your pretty eyes looking up at me with your mouth full of my cock," he whispered, as you felt him prod his middle finger at your already wet entrance.

He groaned loudly, lips coming up to kiss the shell of your ear.

"Your acting like you don't want it, but your so fucking wet," he whispered seductively, as you let out a small whine by accident.

Mingyu chuckled as you bit your lip, cursing yourself mentally for making a sound.

"Give in princess...we both know you missed this just as much as I do...let me make you feel good."

You shifted uncomfortably, gripping onto the laptop tightly as he felt him slowly ease his finger into you.

You let the sigh fall from your lips as you heard him moan, loving the way your walls sucked in his finger slowly.

"Fuck...your so wet," he growled, as his finger in you stilled.

"W-Wait....why aren't you...m-moving," you asked almost desperately.

He looked towards you, a lazy smirk on his face.

"Well I don't want to bother you...so until your done I'll just keep you warm," he winked, making your blood boil.

You hated that he was doing this, especially when you had made it clear that you had to finish this today, but now you were craving for more. He knew you wouldn't last with his finger snug in your already aching pussy.

and quite frankly, you knew you couldn't either.

Trying to fight the urge to buck your hips, your eyes flew down to the screen in front of you, your unfinished essay looking back at you as you huffed in annoyance.

He shifted around, his finger moving in you making you clench around him.

"Put it away baby....you know you want me, I can feel you clenching," he whispered, placing kisses down your neck.

You shuddered at the contact of his warm plush lips against your neck, his finger in you moving everytime he moved even the slightest.

"Mingyu," your breathed out, unconsciously spreading your legs a little.

He chuckled darkly near your ear, "What's wrong babygirl....one finger not enough for you anymore?"

You nodded your head feverishly, making him smile devilishly as he added two more fingers. You sighed in content, moaning softly as he started to move his fingers.

"Of course it isn't.....you always need more, don't you? Need to feel full hm?....Well I think I can help with that....if you'll let me, of course."

"B-But...I-I need t-to...f-finish this," You stuttered out, biting your lip as you felt yourself getting wetter by the second.

"Mmmh...I know...but you can't fight this any longer doll...let's have some fun hm?" he whispered, his tongue darting out as he licked up your collarbone.

"Shit," you mumbled, as your finger ghosted over the power off button of your laptop as you debated on whether or not you should give in to him.

you needed to finish this, or you'd get your ass beaten by your professor come Monday morning.

"Put your laptop away princess," he heard Mingyu whisper, as his fingers went a little slower, making you bite your inner cheek in annoyance.

"F-Fine....j-just wait a while....l-let me finish this last p-para....p-paragraph," you stuttered out, making his fingers come to a halt.

"I said...put your laptop away," he said more sternly, voice full of authority.

His voice sent shivers down your spine, as you nodded you head hesitantly, before closing the laptop and placing it back on the bedside table as he pulled his fingers out of you.

"Lay down," he muttered, before he was pulling his shirt over his head.

In seconds he was on top off you, his lips crashing against yours hastily.

You finally gave in, kissing him back with just as much passion, as his hands roamed around your body, craving for more. You placed your hand on his chest, before your fingers trailed down to his abs, feeling every ripple under your touch.

It was true, you missed this, just spending time with him and so intimately, since all that's been clouding your head the past few days were piling assignments.

And now with him kissing, touching, and holding you so closely, you felt everything blur as the only thing you could focus on was him.

"Look at you being needy," he mumbled in between the kiss, making you smile.

"Shut up and kiss me," you whispered, before crashing your lips together with his.

You made out for a while, before he was pulling away to grab the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head with ease.

His lips attached onto your neck, as his hand snaked behind you to unclasp your bra.

"God I've been craving this all fucking week," he growled, throwing your bra to the side before his lips latched onto one of your perking nipples.

A soft moan left your lips, as your fingers thread through his hair, tugging slightly everytime his teeth grazed the sensitive nub.

"Shit, Mingyu," you whimpered, as his mouth trailed down your body, kissing your skin everywhere before he was coming back up to peck your lips.

"As much as I love taking my time with you...right now, I just wanna fuck you," he whispered near your ear, before he was pulling his shorts down along with his underwear.

"Not shocked, you've been acting so impatient all day," you chuckled, as he licked his lips.

"All that torture you put me through by making me wait.....I'll show you just how worked up you've had me."

You helped him pull your shorts off your feet before he was grabbing at your underwear. He ripped it into two, making you gasp.

"What the hell Mingyu! You could've taken it off like a normal person!"

"Like you said, I'm impatient today," he grunted, before he grabbed your wrists and placed them over your head.

His lips were back on your neck, one of his big hands holding your wrists while the other dipped into your aching folds.

"Fuck," he muttered, as he bought his wet fingers up to his lips, tasting you.

You bit your lip, feeling even more turned on by just watching him lick up his finger.

"Always tastes so sweet," he groaned, his fingers going down your body before they were playing with your folds.

"Fuck I really just wanna eat you out right now....but my urge to fuck you stupid is much more stronger," he whispered near your ear, his words shooting straight down to your throbbing pussy, making you moan softly.

You felt his tip tease your entrance, making you suck in a deep breath.

"Gonna fuck you so good," he mumbled, before he was grabbing at your thigh, spreading it further apart.

He slowly eased into you, both of you instantly moaning at the contact. He felt so hard and full in you that it had your body tingling and walls clenching down on him, making him grunt.

"Relax baby," he whispered near your ear before kissing your cheek lovingly.

You nodded your head, breathing in and out softly as Mingyu continued to kiss all over your face and neck, trying to ease your tensed muscles.

Once he was sure you were okay, he slowly started to move, making you bite your lip to surpess a moan.

"Ah, ah....what do you think your doing? You know I love hearing you," he mumbled, making you nod your head slowly.

You moaned softly, your entire body feeling like it was on fire at the pace Mingyu was going, making you struggle in his tight grasp.

"Baby...I wanna touch you," you whined, trying to free yourself out of his grasp.

He let go off your wrists, his lips attaching onto your neck as you sighed in content.

Your fingers ran through his soft brown hair, tugging slightly when you felt him hit the right spot in you.

"R-Right....there," You whined out, making him nod into your skin.

"I know baby," he whispered, grabbing your thigh before pulling it over his shoulder.

Your eyes rolled back at the new angle, as moans spilled out of your mouth, his speed increasing as he slammed into you over and over again.

"You really....w-wanted to sit and finish that stupid assignment over this?" he muttered, scoffing as he watched your mouth fall open, as you could only moan in response.

"Sh-Shit Mingyu....slow d-down," you stuttered out, knowing your climax wasn't far with the rate he was going.

He didn't respond as he kissed your knee instead, before his thrusts started getting faster and harder, making your widen your eyes.

"M-M.."

You couldn't even speak, as only moans seemed to pass your parted lips when he leaned down to leave open mouthed kisses all over your jaw and neck.

He put your thigh back down onto the matress before spreading your legs wider, as you felt your release quickly approaching.

"You gonna cum for me now? Milk all around my cock like a good girl?" Mingyu whispered into you ear, as he felt your walls cleanching down on his length in a vice-like grip.

You nodded your head furiously, your grip on his hair tightening when he bought his hand in between your hot and glistening bodies, before his fingers circled around your clit.

Your mouth hung open as you came around him without warning, your body starting to shake profusely as the pleasure took over your senses.

"Good girl," you heard Mingyu praise you, kissing your cheek lovingly as you gripped onto his shoulders tightly as he fucked you through your orgasm.

Soon after his thrusts started getting more sloppier, signalling you that he was close. Your lips ghosted ofer his ear, as you let your hands travel down his body, tracing and grazing every ripple on his clammy body to somehow help him get closer to the edge.

And it was when you pressed your lips to his neck, he groaned into your ear as you felt ropes of his cum fill you up, one, twice- thrice.

You moaned softly, eyes rolling back at the sensation as his pace slowed down, before coming to a halt before he was buring his face into your neck.

It was quiet for a moment, as both of your heavy breaths filled your shared room, befoe Mingyu pulled away to push away a few of your stray hairs that was sticking to your forehead.

"I love you...you know that right?" he asked, giving you a small smile.

"Why's the sudden softeness? Like you were totally not rearranging my organs like a freaking beast a few minutes ago," you couldn't help the words fall out of my mouth, as I chuckled.

"But I love you more, gyu."

Mingyu smiled widely, before he laughed, his voice ringing in your ear and sending butterflies flying in your stomach.

he really was, beautiful.

"Stay here, okay? Just give me a second," Mingyu said, making you crease your eyebrows as you watched him stand up.

"Wait where are you going?" I asked, watching as he almost ran into the bathroom.

"Just wait!" He shouted back, making you sigh as you turned to look at the digital alarm clock on your bedside table.

it was already late...and you knew you couldn't go and finish that assignment now, as all you could think about now was sleep.

damn it, kim mingyu.

"Okay I'm back!" Your boyfriend announced, coming over to you with a big smile plastered across his face.

"I have a nice warm bath waiting for us!"

"Noo....I wanna sleep," you whined, burying your head into the pillow as he placed his arm under your knees.

"Come on it'll be nice, it'll help with the ache...and plus I gotta clean you up," he mumbled, carrying you up bridal style.

You buried your head into his warn chest, sighing happily as he heard him chuckle.

"You're such a baby."

Since you were too tired to fight, you let him go on that remark as he carried you into the bathroom.

He slowly put you down into the bathtub, the warm water and calming lavendar fragrance instantly relaxing your muscles, as a sigh left your lips.

"Is it warm enough?" He asked, running his fingers thorugh the water as I nodded my head.

"Mhm, it's perfect," You mumbled, as he joined you in the bathtub.

He sat behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he bought you closer into his chest.

You sighed in content when he started to place soft kisses onto your neck, his warm plush lips sending a shiver down your spine.

"Gyu?"

"Hm?"

"I'm sorry if I really hurt you...about, you know...not spending time with you the past few days...it's just, you know me, when I really need to get something done, I tend to forget--"

"Shh, that's enough talking," he mumbled, cutting you off before you went on with your apology.

"I know baby, you don't need to explain, and why are you saying sorry? It's okay....I know you can get pretty stubborn sometimes."

You rolled your eyes playfully, as you felt Mingyu rub your back gently with a bath sponge.

"And plus...I'll always be here to make sure you have a break," he whispered into your skin, making you chuckle.

"Well now because of you....I need to wake up early tomorrow and finish it," you sighed, closing your eyes for a second to just relax under his touch.

"Hmm...so I have to find another distraction for tomorrow?" Mingyu asked in disbelief, making you shake your head.

"What about...you leave me alone tomorrow morning just until I finish my assignment...and as soon as I'm done...we can do whatever you want, I promise."

"Pinky promise?" he asked, turning you around so you could see his pouty face, before he stuck out his pinky in front of you.

You smiled wholeheartedly, nodding your head before linking your pinky with his.

"I promise, my big baby."

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cjjohansson · 4 years ago

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YOU'RE IT FOR ME

SUMMARY ; you and Natasha argue over your mission gone wrong.

supersolider!reader x natasha romanoff

angst/fluff.

fighting/blood/injury/swearing word count;3.4k - this is my first ever attempt at writing anything. im so sorry if its terrible.

As always Steve woke you up at stupid oclock in the morning to brief you on a quick unexpected intel mission. He told you the base you were being sent to has not long been abandoned and if anyone was there, to eliminate the threat like you always do. Lucky for you, you had super-solider serum running through your veins so this mission was simple and easy for you to complete alone. You only had to retrieve some files on HYDRA creating another super-solider serum.

However Natasha wasn’t too happy about you being woken up so early meaning she had to wake up to a cold bed and you were nowhere to be seen throughout the whole compound. She looked around for you everywhere only to end up running quite literally into Steve, he obviously knew who she was looking for and finally spoke up, “Oh, if you're looking for Y/N, they went on a quick mission.”

“What do you mean a ‘quick mission’, they would have come to say bye?” Natasha responded suspiciously due to the fact that you would never leave without saying bye or giving her a quick peck on her lips regardless of how long the mission would take.

“A quick intel mission, the only person I could see who had potential in succeeding was them. Woke them up 3 hours ago, they should be back within 2. They’re fine Natasha, you don't need to worry.” Steve thought to quickly remind her that you were more than capable than going on a mission alone and that you certainly didn't need to be worried about, you’re a super-solider for god sake.

“OK, just next time notify me too when they’re going so I'm not walking around looking.” Natasha walked away straight after that proceeding to the training room to blow off some steam about the fact that you didn’t say bye.

Meanwhile

you had got to the base a little over 2 hours ago, and when Steve told you this base was abandoned you had no idea why you actually decided to believe him. The base was in fact NOT abandoned and within the first 10 minutes of you slowly making your way to the base from the quinjet you was swarmed with at least 10 HYDRA agents. You worked as quickly as you could taking out the threats left right and centre with your guns and some quite literally being thrown straight into some trees. You managed to get the agents down in record time, you was quite impressed with yourself to say the least but you knew you should call for backup, you reached for your comms only to be met with a sickening buzzing sound surrounding your ear drums, you threw your ear piece onto the floor and just continued towards the base. At the end of the day you still had a mission to complete after all.

You finally made your way into the base to see that maybe Steve was right about one thing: the base itself was abandoned but the surroundings were not. “Idiot” you thought to yourself about Steve sending you on a mission with not all accurate information.

You’re making your way through the base using your enhanced hearing for anything that doesn't sound right, guess it's somewhat of your lucky day when you hear nothing so you continue your path down the long narrow corridor to finally reach the head scientists room to gather the files about HYDRAs own knowledge on developing a new form of super-solider serum. You always wondered why people had an obsession with powered and enhanced people but at the same time you understood why. You just wished yours wasn't forced on to you and that you were given a choice but you were soon to be one of HYDRAs secret weapons, but when the Avengers found you, you had just been injected with the serum. The Avengers were infiltrating HYDRA bases when Lokis scepter had been stolen, they found you just in time and took you in straight away.

Plugging in the usb drive to transfer all data, the transfer popping up onto the screen telling you that it would take 10 minutes, “Easy enough.” that's what you had thought until you could hear footsteps coming from down the corridor. Quite heavy, long strides, possibly over 6ft tall, only one person, even better. You made your way to hide behind the door so when it opened you could attack right away, but that never came. Instead a metal arm came crashing through the wall you were standing up against grabbing you by the throat and throwing you half way down the corridor, it took you a moment for you to try and stand up but by the time you was about to stand a fist was already being swung towards your face, keeping you locked on the floor below him. You knew this soldier was like you, you could feel it but you also knew that you might not get out of this fight easily, they were much stronger. That face looked familiar, the blurring of your vision from the hits making it harder to properly see but you knew it was familiar. The beating continued with left and right hooks being thrown against your face, the blood rushing out of new cuts across your face, your busted lip and most likely broken nose. You couldn't give up. You knew that for sure. You managed to find the strength to start dodging the punches coming right at you but you knew you needed to get that drive and get going quickly. Rolling out from underneath the soldier as they went to drive their metal arm straight into your face you grabbed your gun and shot the soldier in the stomach and sprinted back to the room to collect the usb and get going, you knew it was the only way to run rather than end up dying here alone. You finally reached the doors of the base to continue your sprint when you heard that sound of a bullet coming straight out of a gun, it buried itself right into the back of your left leg but you had to keep moving, the blood gushing from your face and now from your leg reminded you to definitely tell Steve to “fuck off” when he comes into your room before the suns even up again. Continuing the sprint, you started to only imagine one thing. That Natasha was going to have your head when you got back to the compound.

You could see the quinjet right in front of you and you had never been so happy to see one so much in your life but just as you was to step one foot onto the jet another two shots were heard behind you, you KNEW this soldier wasn't going to give up and you definitely knew they would keep up with you. The bullets finally lodged themselves into your body, one straight into your right leg and the other straight into your lower back coming out through your stomach. This wasn't good. You were just about on the jet pulling yourself up as the option to stand wasn't even an option anymore, telling FRIDAY to close the hatch and get in the air and back to the compound as quickly as it could and make sure to have medical on stand by as you land. Moving yourself to try and sit in one of the chairs holding pressure to your gunshot wound in your stomach, you heard a familiar voice ring through the speakers of the jet.

“Y/N come in, do you copy?” Natasha. Just as you go to open your mouth to reply your vision starts to blur and all that you manage to croke out are inaudible slurs, until your vision completely goes black.

To say Natasha was pissed off at Steve and you was an understatement. Oh if looks could kill Steve would already be 6 foot under. They stood on the landing pad waiting for the quinjet to arrive back at the compound but what they were expecting was not what they finally saw when the door to the quinjet opened. There you laid on the floor, choking on the air and laying in a puddle of your own blood, paler than anything they had ever seen. Before Steve and Natasha could even make it to the quinjet fully, the medical team were rushing in and putting you on a stretcher taking you straight into surgery. Natasha didn’t even make a move she stood there completely lost with that imagine in her head, but as soon as a doctor shouted you had no pulse it was like she was snapped back into reality her body was on flight mode, she made the move to try and run to you as quickly as possible but Steve had already grabbed her round the waist and was holding back against her vicious punches and kicks shouting at him to ‘let her go or he will regret it’. The sounds of Natashas shouting soon caught the ears of some of the other Avengers, running outside one by one came Wanda, Bucky and Sam. Confused by the commotion until they finally heard the sobs of Natasha in Steve's arms and the puddle of blood in the quinjet, they instantly knew this was about you.

Natasha had been pacing around the waiting room for 2 hours now, everyone telling her, you're ok and the surgery will be over with soon. But they didn't know if you were ok and when the surgery would be over they just wanted Natasha to sit down and stop pacing. Just as Natasha finally took a seat a doctor walked straight in front of them staring at Natasha.

“Are they alive?” Natashas voice coming out weak filled the waiting room, the anxiety from the question entering everyone's mind to know the truth.

“Yes”

They all finally let out a breath none of them knew they were holding. Natasha finally looks down and letting some more silent tears roll down her cheeks, she looks up at the doctor.

“Can I see them?” no one has ever heard Natasha sound so weak and vulnerable, they all knew yous were together, yous never kept it a secret openly flirting in front of everyone and you making it very clear who Natasha was to you at parties when you'd go up to her at the bar and put your arms around her waist and start slowly kissing her neck no matter who she was involved in a conversation with. But no one had ever seen this side of your relationship, the hard side of worrying and panicking when one of you was injured or on a mission. The vulnerable side and lets just say you and Natasha were not ones to let people see you both so small and fragile.

Following the doctor into another room there you laid on the bed your stomach wrapped tightly and also your legs, the bruising on your face a nice bright purple. Your skin had slowly started to have more colour in and Natasha had never been so relieved. She made her way over slowly towards your bed afraid any type of sound would wake you up. She wanted you to rest, but part of her wanted to shout and scream at you for not calling for backup or even just turning around and coming back home. Turns out she wasn't as quiet as the sound of the chair moving wakes you up from your sleep.

The bright lights make you hiss and groan. You make your way to sit up thinking it was all a dream, that is until you feel two sets of hands on each side of your body pushing you down.

“Lay back down y/n, you're hurt.” Natasha, there it is again that sweet voice you've spent months waking up too, but it's different. It sounds broken like she has been crying and is about too again at any given moment. Opening your eyes was a struggle but you finally got there. In the room stood Steve, Wanda, Sam and Bucky and sat next to you ever so gently holding your hand is your Natasha. You go to turn towards Natasha but Bucky catches your eye, everyone sees the hesitance in whether or not you want to finally speak.

“He looked like you.” that's all you manage to choke out before Nat is passing you a cup of water to drink slowly. Everyone starts to look around confused straight from you back to Bucky. Until you finally speak up again.

“The guy that attacked me at the base, thanks Steve by the way maybe next time send two people instead of one into an ‘abandoned’ base, yeah abandoned my arse.” Everyone smiles at your sarcasm but quickly pushes that to the side to ask the question everyone is so desperate to know.

“Babe,what do you mean by he looked like Bucky?” ah, Natashas voice, you simply turned and smiled at her squeezing her hand.

“Well like I said Talia, he looked exactly like Buck. Metal arm, red star. Long black hair. All the facial features are the same but not the eyes, they just looked black. Was hard to know for definite with the amount of punches I was receiving but if no one was to know Bucky like we do, then people would be sure that the Winter Soldier is alive and well.”

Bucky stood there dumbfounded not even knowing what to say or even think, everyone just looks confused at what you’re saying it makes no sense but then again yous are all in a room with three super-soliders, a witch, a highly trained ex-assassin and a guy that has robotic wings for christ sake.

“Ok i think we should all take a break give Nat and y/n some space ok? Come on guys, we can debrief you later y/n/n yeah?” Steves the one to speak up this time probably too confused and tired to have this conversation.

“I know what you're gonna say Tasha, and i'm not in the mood to hear it so can we leave the telling off until tomorrow? Ok, thanks means a lot.”

“No. we are talking about this now so it can be over with and we can move forward. Its simple really y/n/n youre a fucking idiot!” her voice starts to get louder as she continues her rant.

“You call for backup no matter the excuse you call for it or you get back on that jet and come back home no mission is worth more than your life you know that! Ugh, i’m so fucking angry at you for being so fucking reckless! You could have died? Why can't you see that? Just because you have that serum it doesn't make you invincible you know that but you've acted it! All of this for some files? How can you expect me to not be upset or angry? You’re my partner, and i love you more than anything but when you act like this it makes me think if you are even thinking about me when youre risking your life for some stupid usb.” she looks away as she continues to cry, your brain now trying to process all of these words but also all of these emotions. Wait, did she just say she loves you? You have been together for nearly a year now and neither of you had even said that yet, you both knew it but never dared to say it.

“You love me?” it's your turn to choke out now, you know you love her but one minute she is calling you reckless and an idiot then she is telling you she loves you?

“Of course i love you, you fucking idiot!”

“Ok, ok, still mad i got it” she slowly turns to glare at you this time but she sees your tears slowly rolling down your face and she instantly softens her glare. You take her hands into yours and you know you have to say it back because if you don't she is going to be even more mad than what she already is and one thing you don't want to deal with right now is a mad girlfriend because she is so scary.

“Hey Talia, listen ok? I love you too. I do, I really do. I'm sorry i was reckless, i should have come back but it was like my body was on auto mode and yes like you said that isn't an excuse i know that ok. I thought i'd be ok on my own and well clearly i wasn't as i’m in a hospital bed but i’m here. I know we both worry when we go on separate missions and I know you probably worried more because I didn't come and say goodbye but I was hoping to be back by the time you woke up. Steve said it was abandoned and when I got off the jet and started walking no one was there and then I was ambushed by some guards but I took them down with ease and there was no one else in sight, my comms went off and they were buzzing and I just carried on. I needed to do this mission baby, I needed to get this information about the serum so we can try and stop HYDRA creating more soldiers and putting them through pain. I’m sorry I've hurt you, I didn't mean to do that, I was just doing my job but I'll tell Steve for next time that if i’m to go on a solo mission that you need to be with me ok? No more solo missions, not just for me but for everyone. We need to be safe. Especially with another Winter Soldier walking around like he owns the place ok? I love you Natalia, I’m sorry.” you've already lowered your head at this point too embarrassed by telling her we all need to be safe and that you love her.

You feel one of her hands move from yours, you think she is gonna walk out but instead you feel the softness of her fingertips tracing the bruising on your cheekbones before you even have the chance to hiss at the tender touch her lips are pressed so intensely against yours. You've kissed many times before but this kiss, it's just so different it's as if she is trying to tell you exactly how much she loves you and how much she is happy you're here just by this kiss. You move your hand up to her face and slowly move it round to play with the hairs at the back of her neck, she hums and slowly stops kissing you. You didn't want that kiss to end and you groan in frustration and she chuckles at your little outburst, Nat leans her forehead against yours and finally lets out a breath. You're ok, she knows it now.

You both sit in comfortable silence for a while forehead to forehead until you feel a shooting pain in your stomach, you hiss in pain and move away to lie back down on your back. Natasha is up in an instant thinking she has hurt you but you're quick to calm her nerves.

“Baby it's ok, just some pain. Come and lay with me, please?” you pull your puppy dog face, a face you know she cannot resist. She simply smiles and makes her way back over to the bed as you shuffle over to make room for her. The next minute you're both lying and she is snuggled into your side, your hand drawing patterns on her back and her arm ever so carefully laying above your wrapped stomach.

You understood why she was mad at you, you put your life on the line and didn't think twice about how she would feel with the consequences. You hated yourself for that, you knew you'd feel the same if it was her laying here injured and not you but it wasn't.

The room was silent, a comfortable silence. One you and Natasha both could just relax too.

“When I said I love you y/n, I truly meant it. You're it for me” she moved her head off your chest to look into your eyes, her eyes held so much emotion and you knew right then and there again like you had known for the past year that you were going to marry this woman.

“And you're it for me Natalia Alianovna Romanoff. I love you Talia, forever and always.”

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #natalia romanova #natalia romanoff #black widow x reader #marvel mcu #natasha romanoff imagine

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nahimjustfeelingit-writes · 4 years ago

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Life size mannequin.

Erik’s girl uses him as a mannequin but Erik takes it too far and it back fires.

If you were to ask Y/N how she gets everything done she wouldn’t be able to give you a straight forward answer. Juggling school, a full time job, and a side hussle isn’t for the delicate and inadequate. Staying up until 2 AM with flash cards sprawled out on the living room table and a ratty mannequin head between her legs every night, Y/N fights much needed rest to recharge for the next days events. That’s not the only thing her teeming life has to offer. Y/N’s new boyfriend, Erik would be seen as a distraction to some but she can hold her own without slacking on her studies, missing a days work, or forgetting to do a clients hair. He’s handsome, fun, intriguing, smart, and that dick...it needs its own SSN and certificate. It’s own area code even. If she had to admit it, whenever her mind drifted to their bodies tangled in her sheets, moaning and groaning, she lost focus just a little bit.

Y/N is off on a Friday for once and instead of catching up on rest, Y/N decided to use her entire day making a closure wig for a friend and client. It’s a 24 inch body wave natural black lace frontal. No shedding, very soft, bouncy, with overall great quality. If only her lousy mannequin head would keep still!!! Y/N gave up after the mannequin head slipped from her grip. She usually has a wig stand with a mannequin head attached to the end but all of them are covered with other wigs that didn’t need to be ruined. The old fashioned way brought her back to how frustrating it was to practice. And to make things worse, Erik is strolling back and forth in front of her naked after his shower and completely ignoring her closet stocked with plenty of towels. When he stopped in front of her, his strapping thighs and that lethal weapon dangling she felt her face grow warm and her belly grow butterflies.

“You’re not helping, jerk,” Y/N said as she continued sewing. She was almost finished.

“I haven’t seen you in a few days and the one time I have a chance to spend time with you, this is what you do.”

“This wig is past due, Erik. I was supposed to get this to her two days ago. Thank God she had some shit going on herself otherwise I would be losing a client.”

Erik gave up trying to seduce Y/N and grabbed a pair of briefs from his travel bag.

“Whatever, you owe me some after this,” Erik sat down on the bed, leaning on one elbow, “You really into this.”

“And?” Y/N sassed.

“I’m just saying. Why not be a full time hair stylist?”

“Because I don’t want to do this for a living. Why else would I be in school for something that has nothing to do with hair? It’s just money to make on the side.”

The mannequin slipped again and Erik burst out laughing.

“I wanna see you try it since you find my struggle funny.”

“Oh, you don’t want me to do it I’ll fuck that whole wig up.”

Y/N ignored his smart remark.

“I’ll come over there and mess that shit right up and make you start over.”

“Erik, I’m not in the mood right now leave me alone,” Y/N cut her eyes at him, “Try me if you want I will take the end of this needle and dig it in one of them keloids. Make it pop like bubble wrap, think I’m playing.”

“You forget you’re talking to someone with a pain kink. Why you think my pain receptors fucked up?”

“So, you mean to tell me, if I boil some hot water right now and pour it on your leg...you wouldn’t feel pain?”

Erik frowned his face into a mug at Y/N as he cocked his head back. The widening of his eyes is what made her giggle.

“You don’t know how to love me all you wanna do is hurt a nigga. What is wrong with you?”

“I’m only messing with you—”

“No you’re not. If I say some shit you don’t like I get slapped upside my head. If I want to be in a playing mood you threaten me with that little fist of yours. Just admit it, you enjoy tormenting me.”

“You’re so Goddamn dramatic,” Y/N tilted her mannequin head forward, “Can you do me a huge favor?”

“If it involves getting up off this bed the answer is fuck no,” Erik said while lying on his back now with his legs hanging over the edge of the bed.

“I already know you’re about to say no but...I want you to let me use you as my mannequin.”

“Huh?”

The way his voice rose an octave has Y/N laughing.

“Can you let me put this wig on you so I can finish this?”

Erik’s brows shot up as his eyes landed on her, “Why? So you can sneak and take a picture? I’m not falling for that.”

“Erik c’mon now. I just need your head for a second and that’s it.”

“I can think of other ways you can use my head but instead you wanna put some weave on me.”

Erik sat up and swung his legs around to face Y/N. Erik leans forward on his knees, staring at the wig with a steady blink.

“What size is that shit anyway? You know I have locs so...how the hell is that supposed to fit on my head?”

“I’ll just...fit it over that pineapple on top of your head.”

“Jokes,” Erik reached up and took out the elastic band that held his tapered locs. Shaking his head, his locs fell over his eyes, “I’m not putting that on my head.”

“Not even for me?” Y/N pouts, “Not your favorite girl?”

“I know you, Y/N. You’re gonna put that shit on my head, take a picture, and post it. I’m not falling for the shit. I told you that.”

“Whatever. You got a big ass dome anyway and this wig is average size.”

“Now you’re tryna clown me?” Erik said with a half smirk on his full lips flashing a bit of his gold canines.

“It’s like...mad wide from front to back...no wonder you keep your hair long—”

“I know you ain’t talking shit with that ginormous ass forehead, girl.”

“I thought you said all the fine girls got big foreheads?” Y/N bat her lashes at Erik.

“That’s what’s helping you out. First time I saw you I was thinking damn, this bitch got a big ass forehead. And don’t think I forgot about how you played me when you sent that cropped picture.”

“Boy, fuck you!!” Y/N shouted over Erik’s laughter.

“I was—I was looking at the picture like where the rest of her face go?!”

Y/N glared at Erik as he dissolved into laughter.

“It’s really not that funny. Now are you gonna help me or not?!”

“Aight, I’ll do it this one time.” Erik sat up with one hand resting against his abdomen while the other wiped away tears, “Where do you want me?”

“On the floor between my legs, DUH where the fuck else would you be?”

He began dying laughing again from Y/N’s obvious annoyance. Erik took his place on the floor while Y/N climbed behind him onto the bed with each leg dangling on either side of him. Y/N takes the wig from the mannequin and before she placed it on Erik she tilted his head back more for easier access. Grabbing the half-done wig, Y/N fluffed out the ends before arranging it over Erik’s locs. Even at their short length it was a challenge to fit the wig the way she needed it.

“Can you PLEASE keep still?” Y/N prompted.

“I’m not even moving. This wig just don’t fit.”

Y/N applied force and wiggled it over his locs causing Erik’s head to rock back and forth aggressively. He growled before reaching behind him to grab her hands. The wig looked much shorter on him in the back from how prominent his back and shoulders are. Erik turned to face her with his lips tight and face frowned, the wig making him look ridiculous and silly. Y/N folded her lips into her mouth but the urge to laugh caused her cheeks to puff out.

“If only you knew how tight my fucking head feels right now. I can’t even smile without this shit feeling like my scalp is being pulled. This better come off when we’re done or that’s your ass.”

“Erik, turn around. I only have one section to do and then you’re free. Next time, don’t ask me to help you with shit if you’re gonna act like this.”

Erik sucked his teeth and faced forward so Y/N could continue. He lowered his head so she could work on the back area.

“Can I ask you something, babe?” Y/N said.

“What?” Erik replied.

“Do you mind modeling this for me—”

“See, I knew this shit—”

Erik stood up before Y/N could wrap her arms around him. He walked over to the full body mirror in her room to look at himself and that’s when he couldn’t hold back his own laughter.

“Yo, what the fuck do you have on my head!” Erik played with the strands while turning his head from side to side, “I look like James Brown, AYE!!!!”

Y/N was in stitches when he mimicked James Brown in the mirror. She fell back against her bed hollering from the way he looked.

“Nah, I’m not drunk right now I need to be drunk to enjoy this,” Erik leaned into the mirror, “I look better than half the bitches that come in here to get their hair done. Let me find out.”

“You are so STUPID!!!!” Y/N yelled between giggles.

“I’ll be back,” Erik left the room with the wig swaying from side to side since it wasn’t fully secure.

“Where are you going?!” Y/N shouted from the bed.

Erik didn’t respond to her loud voice. When he returned two minutes later he had a cup in one hand and his bottle of Hennessy in the other. Erik sat both the cup and the bottle on Y/N’s cluttered dresser to make himself a drink.

“This was supposed to be a quick thing now you’re drinking.”

Y/N watched Erik from her relaxed spot on the bed. Erik took two sips of his drink before standing in front of her mirror again.

“What are you doing?!”

Y/N couldn’t even finish her words when Erik started shimmying his shoulders and snapping his fingers to a soundless beat. Hooting with laughter Y/N could feel wetness on her cheeks.

“IM DONE!!!”

“This shit give bad bitches super powers.” Erik said

“Let me find out you wanna wear a weave now.” Y/N jokes.

Erik brought his cup to his lips and drank more Hennessy while moving his hips. This was too good not to get a video. With Erik being his usual silly self, Y/N snatched up her phone from the floor before pulling up her Instagram to record him. On her story, Y/N focused the camera on her boyfriend when he started singing the lyrics to Lady Marmalade.

“Gitchi gitchi, ya ya, da da. Gitchi gitchi, ya ya, here!!”

“Oh my God!!” Y/N cried out with a chuckle before ending the video. She uploaded it to her story before quickly tossing her phone towards the end of the bed.

“Creole Lady Marmalade!!!!!!!!”

“You hardly had anything to drink and you’re acting like this? Lord.”

“Aight, I’m done for now,” Erik made his way back over to Y/N with his cup, “put on a movie or something.”

“Ohhhhhh!!! So you’re asking me to pick this time?! I get to make a decision, Erik?! Wowwwwwwwww!!!”

“Girl, shut up.”

Y/N chose a random movie for background noise while she finished. She was surprised at how content he was and it made her consider asking him to help more in the future. It was fun and it made her laugh. That’s one thing about Erik that she adores. He matches her sense of humor. Y/N heard a vibration and when she glanced over to look at her phone the screen is still black. Between her legs she could see Erik staring at a text message from his Lock Screen

“What the fuck is this nigga talking ‘bout.”

“Erik keep still—”

“Nigga who is Miss Man?!”

Y/N paused to peer over Erik’s shoulder.

“This nigga just called me Miss Man from Scary Movie.”

Erik tapped on the microphone on his keyboard to speak.

“Who the fuck randomly texts somebody that at 11 PM? Fucking weirdo ass nigga. Let me find out you want Miss Man for yourself.”

“Who is Miss Man— OH! The PE teacher that was sniffing the underwear?!!! hahahahahahahahahahaha!!!”

“This nigga...he said all you need is the underwear, skirt, nails, and makeup—wait.”

“And some long ass balls!!” Y/N snickered.

Erik whipped his head around and when Y/N met his fiery eyes she swallowed her laugh and it left an uncomfortable lump in her throat.

“Did you post me online wearing this wig, Y/N?”

“No.”

“I’m gonna ask you again. Did you post me online in this wig?

“Mm—mm. I did no such thing.”

“Then let me see your phone.”

Erik reached out for Y/N’s phone but she snatched it away. Erik moved his head to the side to flip some of the wig hair form his face but it fell forward again disobeying him.

“Did I? Uhhhh—OKAY OKAY!!”

It happened so fast. Erik has Y/N by the waist and up in the air.

“Yes, I did!! I’ll delete it.”

“You don’t listen to shit I tell you to do—”

“It was cute! You looked cute with it on—”

“You know what’s about to happen right?! I told you not to do that shit!”

“Erik, it’s all in fun. I’ll get rid of it—”

“That shit is embarrassing! What if I posted you online at your worse?”

“I don’t have a bad moment I always look good.” Y/N sasses.

“Says the girl that always complains about me taking off guard pics.”

“Erik, you’re not even at your worse. You act like I posted you looking bummy!”

Y/N kept her word and went to Instagram to delete. When she got there, she was met with at least ten DMs replying to her story.

Corythemua_: gurllll who is that? 👀 ooooh he is fione!!! Is he into guys?

Jermaine_87: Wtf is he doing?! 🤣🤣🤣🤣 let me text this nigga

Katriceee: how did you convince him to do this?! LOL

Amethyst1993: when he find out about this you are in trouble girl!!!

“did you delete the video yet?! Don’t let me find out it’s still there!”

“It’s gone! Happy?! What happened to being in a playing mood?!!”

“Now all my friends texting me and clowning me! You play too many games. Hurry up and help me take this shit off!”

Erik brushed some strands from his lips with his fingertips and Y/N squealed. Nothing he could say or do would make her listen. He looked absolutely hilarious with the wavy tresses of the wig moving in tandem with his brawny physique.

“Erik, I can’t take you seriously with that wig on.”

“Then take this off!!”

Erik attempts to pull it off but suddenly stops when he realizes he needs help.

“I want this shit off now, Y/N.”

“FINE! Come here.”

Y/N tapped the floor with her foot for Erik to take a seat. When he does, Y/N does the opposite of what he asks and begins to place his hair into two buns. She silently laughed behind him, praying that he wouldn’t hear her falling apart. When she was finished, Erik assumed she was done because he didn’t feel the hair tickling his skin. When he stood up to look in the mirror, Erik groaned loudly at his appearance before flexing his jaw at her threateningly to make her listen. It didn’t work at all for him. She couldn’t stop laughing.

“You look so crazy!!!!!” Y/N hugged her sides and rolled on the bed with laughter, “And that evil look is making it even funnier!!”

“I’m about to beat your ass if you don’t take this shit off!!! It wouldn’t be funny if this shit stuck now would it?!!! I gotta go to work and all that nah take this off—

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

“Aight, are you finished?!” Erik said impatiently.

“Baby...you don’t understand...oh my God.”

“Y/N, for real, take this dumb ass wig off before I cut it off!”

“Okay okay!! Before I do...you gotta do one last thing for me...pretty please? With caramel sauce and a cherry on top? I’ll do whatever you want if you do this last thing for me.”

“.....”

“PLEASE BABY?!!”

“.....”

“Erik, look, it’ll be funny! I just want you to cat walk for me and then I’m done—”

“Ahhhhh HELL no—”

“Please—”

“For what?! So you can keep laughing?!”

“I’ll suck your dick, lick your balls—”

“Girl, that won’t work on me—”

“You sure about that?”

Y/N poked her tongue out and started doing tricks with it to show off her tongue ring. Erik’s eyes squinted at her but she could tell from his breathing that he wouldn’t be able to fight it much longer. He even said so himself that her head game makes him weak and no woman before her has ever made him weak.

“...from here to the bed and that’s it.”

Y/N smiled victoriously.

Erik placed his hands on his tapered waistline before lowering his head. Y/N could hear him silently laughing to himself before he lifted his head displaying an adorable dimpled smile. He started strutting towards Y/N with stiff hips and two left feet. All this from her flicking her tongue. Y/N stared at him with her mouth hanging open and eyes wide. He had a focused look on his face and the wig with its two buns flopped up and down messily like bunny ears. He struck a pose with his hip jutted out before he started to vogue. At that point, Y/N couldn’t take it any longer. She had to grab onto Erik so she could catch her breath. Soon, Erik’s deep laugh could be heard.

“You get on my nerves,” Erik sat beside Y/N, “now, can you take this off of me?!”

“Turn around,” Y/N took down the buns before carefully sliding the wig off from front to back, “You’re off the hook after that I’m gonna go back to using this mannequin head.”

“Yeah, finish up so I can spank that ass for posting me on social media.”

Y/N did a double take, “I’m still in trouble?!”

“Yeah, you’re not off the hook.”

The remaining time Y/N finished her clients wig, she thought up all possible ways he could punish her this time.

“Can I have a kiss?” Y/N asked with a sweet sounding voice.

“Yes,” Erik poked his thick, moist lips out and Y/N pressed her soft lips against them.

“Mmm...still in trouble, ma,” Erik whispered.

#funny #nahimjustfeelingit-writes #killmonger imagine #killmonger fanfiction #erik killmonger

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jodiie-leighanne · 3 years ago

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Warnings. This one will not be everyone's cup of tea; it involves very detailed smut. Both between M/F and M/M if you're not into that dont read it. You have been warned.

"Good Evening Mr. Malfoy, Your usual I presume?" Smile gracing her lips as she twirled a pencil in between two fingers on her right hand, the left held a blue ringed notebook.

Remaining leant back in the chair, head cocked to the side as I drank her in. Absorbing everything she has to offer in that skin tight skirt.

My god.

"Mr Malfoy?" Sights switching from calves back to her angelic face freckles scattered and wisps of brown mould her features. Brows creased at my silence.

Masking it with a chuckle, moving out of my longued position, elbows leant on the table in poor manners. "Sorry Elisa. Yes, just the usual. Unless you have something .." Taking a sharp inhale, licking my lips at the wild thoughts. "Something else to bring to the table, that would please the palate?"

Raising a brow as Elisa blushed hinting she got the innuendo. If she did, her professionalism didn't falter once as she straightened up her posture.

"Actually, Chef is trying Mediterranean style chicken thighs, glazed and tender, with a side of seasoned rice" Pencil hoovered over the paper patiently waiting for my decision to be made.

"Sounds divine. I'll have that thank you, and another scotch" Nodding she scuttles away, watching her leave is my favourite pastime. Every Friday eight pm sharp I'm here, my usual booth tucked in the far back corner. Clambering of chairs, drunken chatter and obnoxious laughter. A sea of suits on every table as the dimmed lights give a certain feel to the room, singers and dancers fill the stage front centre. Cigar smoke fogging the air.

My marital partner had quite the word to say about my choice of dining. Preferring far more sophisticated settings. But this, this right here is exactly what I need after a week of gruelling business deals and fake smiles.

A loud beep sounded, its time. Snickering as my padded thumb ran over my lips somewhat keeping me in check.. Staff of the establishment tapped their wands thrice chanting. Strong gusts brewed, warping the room. Grasping the edge of the table to keep steady as we swirled. The evident change in lighting from bright white to shaded maroon, made me giddy.

Now the real fun begins.

The waitress returned in due time with the meal, and a change of attire now watershed was subsiding. I didn't know what looked more appetising than the steam food placed on the table, until my globes settled at the bare bodied brunette. Smirking in appreciation of everything as her full breasts hung above the chicken, mindlessly hoping they would smear with sauce so I could clean her attentively.

Ah, did I forget to mention this is a special kind of restaurant that has a required taste, which I could feast on. Welcome to Sirens, by day it's a five star prestigious diner. Oh, but by night the fine minxs of the world appear to be touched, teased or dominated.

Stage adorning a quaint band now replaced with an erect pole, females of all varieties dressed in barely there lingerie. Heels that reach skyscrapers bedazzled in jewels.

Dabbing my chin and lips with a napkin as I push my clean dish to the side. I all but inhaled my meal, the quicker it's finished the quicker i can get to why im really here. Elisa pops back up out of air, wiggling her chest as she does. Clicking her fingers vanishing the plates and cutlery. Laying down a tablet which is the equivalent to a small computer on the table cloth.

"Is dessert on the cards tonight?" She speaks suggestively.

Smirking wide, I shoot my greys to her. Amusement filling my expression. "Of course, I've always had a sweet tooth"

"Hmmm, well let's make sure you get a cavity tonight then shall we?.."

"I don't know why you bother with this menu, you know exactly what, no should we say who I want" And it's not the woman before me. Don't get me wrong, her creamy skin makes me want a taste. Not tonight though, the one I sink my teeth into is just the top tier, the creme de la creme of sweet innocent tight cunt…

"I'm sorry she isn't available tonight"

I'm a brat being an only child and I will always get what I want. "Impossible, she never breaks our schedule"

"Sir, I know. But she is with someone.."

"I'll double his payment"

"Sir please.."

"Triple.."

"There's plenty of others.."

"No, I want her" Tone sharp and demanding, the girl jolts back at the volume. Sighing,I try a different approach. Reaching a gentle hand out to glide up her forearm "Come on Lissy.. don't you want to please me"

This time her shield drops beetroot in colour, thighs rubbing as her breath hitches.

"Of course I'll see what I can do" As she runs off to solve this issue, I rise from my seat in search of the one my cock is heavy for.

They call her Victoria, I call her my secret.

Drifting round tables to the black leather doors, nodding at Seb the bouncer as I push open the entrance. Heading for her room, Last door to the right. I know it like the back of my hand. Not bothering to knock, I enter, there she is.

Fucking hell.

Hips jutting on top of a man sprawled on the mattress bound to the bed. Mask covering his sight, seeing as he didn't budge when I entered, she must have deafened him. She takes sight, hearing, and movement. I know this because the first time we met she did the same to me. Victoria is the only woman here strong enough to be in control. To belittle, humiliate and undignify arrogant fuck wits; like myself. Earning her a fuck tone of galleons.

The crowd favourite and mine.

A chuckle flees her lips as she realises I'm here, my cologne is distinctive, "I wondered when you bust your way in here?"

"Am I that predictable?" Shoulder pressed to the door frame as I took in her outfit. Leather smothered skin, stockings that are begging to be torn apart by my teeth.

"And some"

With that she lashed her riding crop to his chest, speaking in her native tongue. As the bloke beneath tenses and gurgles from thrill. Rippling muscles defining, strands of jet black dripped with sweat. Faulting in my stance at the erotic scene. That's when I notice the dragon's tale twisting around his bicep, a red smaug portrayed on strong shoulder blades. Back not visible but I knew because I had one identical to the man before me.

Knuckles blanching white as my fist clenched. Stare following his left hand a silver band nestled three fingers in.

Hoarse snarls left my throat, "Did you know"

The fire haired bitch throws her head back, grinding her hips down harder. Sounds of moisture echo. "Of course I knew, quite the covert operation you two have"

"Undo the spells.."

"Now why would i"

"Undo the-fucking-spells" Edging forward to loom over them, as Victoria cussed wandlessly lifting her magical ties. As the blindfold vanished before doe eyes which remained squeezed shut. Smiling brightly with a groan. Despite my vexation, the woman continued doing what she is paid to do.

Grasping her hips, he pushed into her. Until I cleared my throat, dragging him from the pits of pleasure to the fire resonating in my irises. Lashes fluttering to identify who else was with them. One last groaned sentence of pleasure before the shock hit.

"Fuck, you are something.. shit" Now he sees me.

"Hello Darling, how are you?" Kneeling down beside the bed on my hunches, to stroke lean digits through his dishevelled locks. What an interesting turn of events it is.

"Love, it's not what it looks like.." He cowered back, a quake to his breathing.

"Funny that, looks like the dick of my gay husband is inside a woman"

Surprise, surprise I have a husband. Didn't expect that, did you? Draco Malfoy himself is dating a man. Basically, after fucking my way through school woman just didnt tickle my pickle like they used to. During college I may or may not have dabbled in the changing room with a quarterback. Eventually i came to terms with my bisexuality, i embraced it fully.

The man buried deep in a glorious fuck hole well he wasnt just a one night stand he meant far more. When my heart beat and throbbed as hard as my length I knew this was my destiny. Grant Robins, a tanned, ebony haired English major stole my morals and beliefs and squashed them beneath alligator loafers. He was my professor only a few years my senior, wicked smart. Not to mention absolutely fucking gorgeous, when i fell behind and took extra classes it was innocent until it wasnt,. That fine Monday after hours when I was stuffed to the hilt of cock, down on my knees pleading for his load to taint me. That day I found myself screaming for daddy and I'm not talking about Lucius.

We are both switches, over the years I've taken on the role of dom and he is my little deer. Happy, satisfied in our marriage and sex life. So, how did we both end up unfaithfully fucking the same girl.

"Tut-tut boys, seems you clearly have a lot more in common then you thought"

"You shut up" I ndex pointed at the pouty beauty that corrupted our souls, slits narrowed as I eyed up the slit in between her legs. Shaking my head, flincing forward to grasp my lover's jaw in my grips. Growling, against his lips the reminstents of metal and juices smothering them.

Naughty deer.

"Whilst that display was interesting, I know you can scream for me baby, can't you?" Grant's hues searched my face for an answer,”Want me to take you like the man you are, yeah?" His skin crawled with goosebumps so i continued, "Slip your cock into my tight arss, whilst I ride you just like she did, hmm?" Breathy feminime moans cut through i'm assuming from the twitching cock being hugged by her walls.

"Love, ple-please"

"There he is, good boy" Rising to my feet, i signal to Victoria to move causing my man to groan in loss of warmth “Go sit on the sofa would you sweetheart” Smirking she glides to the couch, leaning into it winking as she guides her knees up heels pressed into the suede material. Two fingers sucked into her mouth, I can feel myself straining. She is a filthy, filthy girl. As soon as they entered her drench hole, I lost it. Casting a vanishing spell on my clothes cock slapping the skin off my stomach as its unleashed weeping with want, lip pulled into my teeth as i take a palm to stroke some tension away , shifting gazes down to the squirming form beneath me, lust drooping his eyes, I'm going to make them disappear to his skull.

Leaning down as he chants murmured pleas, palms pushing his legs wide pushed to his chest. I let a trail of spit hit his cock admiring the veins bulging, sculpting it to a masterpiece. I am way above average but when i say the girth on him is intimidating i mean it. The saliva slid slowly down his balls landing right where I hoped it would, on his puckered hole. Electricity soared through me as I felt my own watton hole mositen, a giggle came from my reaction. The harlot in the corner cast a lubrication spell.

Taking that as a push, I straddled my husband. “Do you want this darling? You want me to help you ruin me?” Rapidly nodding he sighed a `please`. Lifting up I lined his still hard dick against me, sinking down to break the barrier, wincing at the burn. Grunting at the stretch, god i'm a whore for him. Flitting my eyes to Victoria her jaw slacken, fingers now at a third pumping fast sights never leaving us.

Grants hues disappeared, his breaths picked up rapidly thundering as I swallowed him whole. Sack rested on his abdomen, beginning a steady grind. Nails from his fingertips cut through skin as he held me tight. Neither of us every lasted long the attraction was too deep, the want to fuck eachothers brains out hourly too raw.

Slapping of skin sounded as Grant's legs wrapped into mine, keeping me there, keeping me on him. Chest leaning down to capture his whining lips, his cries of sheer pleasure. At that moment it was us as our abs signed rubbing one another. Teeth grazing, clashing, inhaling each noise that slipped out right now the world could burn and I wouldn't care if it was just us, me and him.

“Please-Please Draco - oh fuck” The husk in his moans as he calls for me is enough to make me cum unaided. Sweat dripping onto each other, a scream emits from the sofa. Reminding me we are not alone. Both our eyes followed to see the cause of this triangle, spurts of arousal drenching her surroundings, Nippes tugged and twisted between picnher grips. My speed became animalistic i fucked that dick limp, growling grant came hot and rapid inside me as his hand tugged me free of the pain i felt from the hardened muscle. My release hit me like a freight train spasming out of control at the hands of him. White thick seed soaking his skin. Whilst he paints my insides.

Collapsing onto his heaving body, heads tucked into crooks of each other's necks. Musty aromas suffocate the air.

Patronising claps break the calm silence. "Bravo draco, bravo"

"Now that you've brought your hubby to a whimpering wreck let's get some things established" Digits dig into the tendrils of my hair yanking it back to face the mistress.

Tongue darting out to lick a stripe from my neck to my jaw, nipping the tight skin before pushing my face closer to Grant, following the movement she whispers directed to the shuddering dark haired man,"See him?” Hinting to myself “Your oh so macho, strong and fucking godly husband?" Grant's eyes flicker back and forth between us, "It's a lie, isn't it. He likes to show off but really he is a pathetic little puppy" Shoving my head away she cackles, Striding to the centre of the room "Kneel for me Draco". Exhaustedly I push myself up and drop as requested. "Good, that's my good boy"

"You, Kneel beside him" On shaking legs my husband joins me.

"Fucking hell this is a sight gentlemen I must say" I bet it is “Seperate your knees” in sync we do, hands behind our backs. Gazes cast down to the wooden floor, wincing as my sensitive tip grazes the cold floor.

“Now now, my obedient babies, let's see who can make my vocals shatter” The brazen female steps forward, plush thighs touching both our cheeks. As she smirks down, “On your back Draco your mouths on me, and you darling dove, Wrap your lips around him”

And that's how the night continued in to the wee hours of Saturday morning.

Victoria was the missing piece we never knew we needed.

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yoshkeii · 4 years ago

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𝟸𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚘 | “..𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎?”

࿐ character: Kuroo Tetsurou

࿐ prompt: 10) “You’re burning up.”, 4) College

࿐ type: imagine (oneshot <3)

࿐ requested by: anon for my 700+ event

⌦ male!reader (he/him)

⌦ sfw, fluff

⌦ kuroo just taking care of your sick ass

⌦ ‘You’re burning up” + studying kuroo x m! reader? college au imagine he / him pronouns’

A/N: love how specific it is to be studying with him !! and it matches with the college au? yesplease-

You and Kuroo Tetsurou were good friends. Of course you both were. Having to had met each other due to the similar courses you were taking, it was bound to happen at some point. Letting you both gain a solid bond so easily among one another, especially when Kuroo himself provoked and clung on to you. And in his words, he found you “interesting” and “intriguing.” Although, since summer was pulling up meant the overwhelming stress of exams and assignments pilling up. Stressing you both... well mainly you.

Which lead to this... unexpected study session with Kuroo. He had wanted to aid you but the way he worded it at the moment had an underlying feeling of something else other than.. aid or guidance.

The suspicious feeling had never left you, raising your anxiety more. As the day reached, on a nice partly cloudy Friday afternoon in your apartment. It couldn’t have gotten worse with a strong sickening feeling in your stomach, only treating it with a simple medicine you had brushed it off. Till Kuroo had came over with his backpack and a lil’goodie bag of snacks he retrieved along the way, hoping to share them with you during the session.

After settling down you both had set off to studying, Kuroo occasionally helping you here and there. Pointing at the textbook where the content you needed to know laid there blatantly where your slowly growing blurred vision couldn’t catch. But luckily him physically showing you made it slightly easier for you to write, simply nodding and humming in a reply. Comfortable silence swallowed the entire apartment. Well... comfortable for Kuroo that is.

Still feeling slightly sick from earlier, you decided to take a break. Resting your head flatly ontop of your notebook, panting lightly from the hot’n’cold flashes you kept feeling. Shifting your head to lay on the side, it was hard to focus on anything. Your consciousness fading in and out. Without Kuroo in the room, who went off to grab the drinks from the kitchen, it was easier to not worry the bed-head here. For a moment.

You laid there still, almost motionless as Kuroo walked through the doorway. Staring at your face that showed distress. Softly calling your name, he noticed you didn’t budge. The anxious feeling began to built up in his stomach before he slightly raised his voice to see if you’d react.

Nothing again.

Hurrying to your aid, the bed-head had noticed your uneven breathing. Cursing under his breath he had lightly press the back of his hand on your forehead, pulling back shortly. “..this idiot’s sick, he has a fever on all days.”

Time had flew by. Which you didn’t know before groggily waking up under your blankets on your bed, quickly tensing up from worry. You looked around from your position in the bed. Seeing the table with you and Kuroo’s stuff ontop, signaled he was here. Sitting up you heard the familiar voice stop you in your tracks.

“Lay back down, shorty.”

Eyes drifting up towards Kuroo who had just walked back in, a bowl of... assuming what was food in his hands. Sighing you complied, shifting back into the sheets. Watching Kuroo make room on the small table with the books for the bowl, before sitting aside your legs on the bed.

“..di-did- I-..?”

“Yes- Yes you did Y/N.” He had replied quickly.

“I’m- sorry.”

“For what?? Getting damn sick? Well, first, don’t apologize for that- its fine really. But whats not fine, is you not properly taking care of yourself!” “Why didn’t you tell me you weren’t feeling well?”

“I was..- I- I don’t.. know... I thought you were looking forward to.. spend time again.”

“I was, dear, but that doesn’t me to force yourself through- through sickness-”

Silence consumed the air, making you avert your gaze away to somewhere not at Kuroo. You felt bad. But before you knew it, he had checked your temperature, grabbing a cool damp cloth from the bowl on the nightstand. Placing it over your forehead.

“Sorry about suddenly doing that.. Realized you were burning up. Which isn’t a good sign, if you did not know that”

“..hey- im not that dumb.. stupid tetsu.”

“Right right- Didn’t you need help with 3 classes~?” Kuroo cooed teasingly, sitting back down at the same spot.

Furrowing your brows you pouted. Not being able to say anything against the truth.

“Awh~ Did I make Y/N-kun upset~??” He teased, laughing softly towards the end before motioning down to the study table. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding. Though, I did make you your favorite soup. I’ll feed it to you in a bit once its cooled down”

“I can feed myself.”

“You tried walking earlier, you couldn’t even stand Y/N- I don’t think handling hot soup would be a bright idea sick boy”

“..always gotta be a smartass huh, tetsu.”

“You still love me~”

Saying nothing you turned your back on him, laying on your side. Getting comfortable in your bed again, smiling softly as you heard him whine softly at your reaction.

“H-hey!! I know you do- Don’t turn your back on me-”

#events;- 🎏#at-dusk;- 🌆#folder 📁;- 𝙷𝚊𝚒𝚔𝚢𝚞𝚞 #kuroo tetsuro x male reader #kuroo x male reader #haikyuu x male reader #hq x male reader #x male reader #kuroo tetsurou x reader #kuroo x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #x reader #haikyuu oneshot #haikyuu imagine

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jeonjcngkook · 3 years ago

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Wait, did your luggage get lost? How does that even happen?

I CAN FINALLY TELL THE STORY WITHOUT BEING BLASTED ON THE TEA BLOG

*grabs mic*

ok so on friday 26th of november was the day i was meant to be traveling. so the journey was my hometown > london heathrow > los angeles. my first flight was at 1115am, and then my next flight to lax was. at 3.15pm. so im at the airport at 9am, n my flight is delayed. cool, fine, its okay.

by 4pm, im STILL in the first airport, which means ive now missed my flight to los angeles.

the airline i flew with, wouldn't announce a cancelation and told people to wait. this is important because if you choose to leave the airport, you won't be compensated or looked after. you need to wait for a cancelation from the airline to be accommodated.

THREE HOURS LATER AT 730PM THEY FINALLY AFTER ME SITTING IN THE AIRPORT FOR NEARLY 12 HOURS canceled the flight due to adverse weather conditions due to a storm had hit my city at around 5pm.

so now im in this airport in tears. stressed because i dont know what to do. my city airport isnt international, so there are only 2 flights to london, which have now been grounded. I NEEDED TO BE IN LOS ANGELES BY SATURDAY AFTERNOON AT THE LATEST.

but what the airline did was put all the luggage into the aircraft and then couldn't get it off again. so we were all left with no luggage.

fast forward to 8pm, i get a bus home in the pissing rain, and go to my mums, trying to figure out how to get to los angeles. i booked a train for 4am the following morning and it got cancelled. coaches also then got cancelled.

i then drove all the way back to the airport and by this time it was 10pm on friday. stood in the line for the airline as there was still over 100+ people.

eventually spoke to someone around 11pm - I told them where I was going and that I needed out at this point. so the only option was to fly from a different airport with a different airline.

so my friend drove me 180 miles to a whole new airport at midnight on saturday for a new flight at 5.40am. THIS FLIGHT REDIRECTED ME TO AMSTERDAM THEN TO LOS ANGELES.

i, somehow got to la by 1150am, right on schedule. but the entire time i had no luggage other than my carry on and then the original airline couldnt ship it to my hotel.

and that is the story of how i traveled across half of europe and then across usa with no luggage for bts :) :)

#anon #asks

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justcallmenikki7 · 5 years ago

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BTS Reaction To: You Getting Shot

Mafia!Au

Summary: you get shot and the boys handle the situation differently than expected.

Request: Anonymous said:

Mafia bts reaction to their s/o accidently or on purpose getting shot?

Warnings: angsttt, mafia!au, mentions of being shot. Taehyung is a dick in this im sorry, mentions of the boys wanting to murder the person who shot you, fluff, yoongi bloodlust,

W.C.: 2-300 for each member (1.7k)

Notes: Friday I am getting my puppy!!!!

Jin:

“Oh fuck.” Seokjin sighed as he watched you play with the guns that he has laid out on the table in the weapon room.

“What?” You laughed, confused on why your boyfriend is acting as if you are about to hurt yourself or someone. “I know what I am doing.”

Seokjin let out a nervous laugh at your words, cautiously walking up to you. The most feared mafia leader in the world is nervous of his own fiancée that is holding a gun for the first time. Not knowing what a certain switch does, you flicked it, and not knowing that the switch turns off the safety, you pulled back the trigger and a loud, ricocheting sound sounded in the room followed by a loud cry of pain coming from you.

Realizing what just has happened, Seokjin let out a loud curse, rushing towards.

“Oh, fuck!” You screeched, holding onto your thigh, trying to not pass out from the blood that is now covering your hands.

“You’re such an idiot, Jagi!” Seokjin scolded, picking you up bridal style, carrying you out of the room in a hurry to the headquarters doctors’ room.

“Did Noona just shoot herself?” Jungkook asked as Seokjin jogged passed him.

“Possibly,” you answered, doing the best as you could to not break down crying.

Yoongi:

Yoongi was already having a bad day. Having to deal with the new rookies he brought in, getting threats from a gang in the east, and having little to none sleep. It was as if he was ticking time bomb ready to explode at any second.

The last thing he needed was getting a call from the hospital, saying that you were a victim of a crossfire shooting.

So, here he was, sitting in the most uncomfortable chair in the room where you were attached to tubes and wires, the agonizingly beat from the heart monitor mocking him. Tears were streaking down his face, face red and expression heartbroken.

“Hyung,” Namjoon spoke out, knocking on the door softly.

Looking up, Yoongi gave him a death glare, not in the mood to deal with anything. “What do you want, Namjoon?” Yoongi growled out, voice croaky.

“The gang from the east, the one who has been making threats… they’re the ones who shot Y/N.”

To say that Namjoon was scared would be an understatement – from all of the years of knowing Yoongi, Namjoon has never seen the look that Yoongi is showing, which is bloodlust.

Hoseok:

“You’re so stupid!” Hoseok growled out at you, an angry look on his face. “You’re so Goddamn stupid! Why would you do that?” He clutched you closer to him, right hand adding pressure to your shoulder where you got shot at.

A laugh escaped your lips, which earned a glare from Hoseok. “What? You’d think I’d let you get shot by a crazy psychopath named Richie?” wincing at the pain that came from your shoulder, the action did not go unnoticed by your husband who then lessen the pressure he has on the wound.

“Yes! I am supposed to be the one who protects you, not the other way around.”

“You’re such a child,” you grumbled, shaking your head disappointedly.

“How am I the child?”

“Because you’re acting like one, Hope. In this relationship, we protect each other, no matter the consequences.”

“You could have gotten killed!”

“Yeah, and? I’d do it again just to make sure you are safe, because I love you dammit.”

Pulling you up closer to him, Hoseok pressed a kiss to your forehead, eyes closed to keep the tears from falling. Pulling away, he rested his chin on the top of your head, keeping you close to him as possible, body crouched over you in a protective manner. “I love you too, idiot.”

Namjoon:

To say Namjoon was not surprised by the phone call that he got from the maknae would be an understatement. Namjoon knew that once you got into the car with Jungkook, Jimin and Taehyung to go to the gun range to practice on your aim, he knew something bad would come out of it – and being right all the time can be exhausting.

“What do you mean she shot herself in the leg?” Namjoon sighed into the phone, pinching his nose from irritation.

“I don’t know, Hyung! We only had our backs turned for five seconds, and then we heard a bang! and next thing we know, Noona was crying and there was blood!”

“You allowed Y/N to hold a gun without any supervision?! You know how clumsy she is! She is worse than me, Jungkook!”

“That is factual, Hyung. But this isn’t our fault!”

“How is this not your fault? You were the ones with her! And my stupid ass allowed her to go with you three.”

“Can you please stop yelling? You’re stressing me out and I am the one driving!”

“You’re the one driving?!”

The sound of the call being disconnected told Namjoon everything.

“I’m going to kill all four of them.” Namjoon swore as he grabbed his coat and keys so he can meet you four at the hospital. “They’re so dead.”

Jimin:

You woke up to the sound of your boyfriend moving around the bedroom, failing at trying to be quiet for your sake. Sitting up, groaning at the pain the shot up your lower body, your movements caught your boyfriends’ attention.

“Jagia, why are up?” Jimin asked concern, sitting down beside you on the bed.

“Because I heard you, why are you up at 3:17 a.m.?” You asked, doing a one over on him. Jimin was wearing all black, his gun tucked into his pants and knife tucked into its holster on his calf. It was now silent confirmation that Jimin was going to kill the gunman who shot you at the drug store just a few days ago. “You’re going to kill him…” you trailed off.

“I am, he deserves it. He shot you, he deserves the consequences.” Jimin spoke harshly, the whole incident making him angrier by the second.

“Why can’t you let the cops handle it? they’ve already tracked him down, you don’t need to do anything else.”

Sighing, Jimin ran his hands over his face. Taking your hand into his, he brought your hand up to his face, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand. “I know you don’t want me too, but I am still going to do it. I do not agree with our justice system, and I believe that they’ll let him walk and he’ll do it again. This will give me a sense of peace and knowing that he is gone will give me some sort of justice.”

Knowing that you cannot do anything else, and Jimin with his mind already set, it is a losing battle for you. Nodding your head reluctantly, you squeezed his hand. “I love you, be safe okay? Don’t be back too late, Jiminie.”

“I love you too, Jagi.”

Taehyung:

Ever since you got shot, your boyfriend Taehyung has been distant from you. His actions have been bringing you more pain than the actual wound you got. Instead of taking care of you, the maids that he has have been the ones taking care of you. What makes you feel even more shitty is that he has not even came to check up on you once, and it has been a week since your accident.

Deciding that enough is enough when he decided to ignore your fifth call of the day, you ignored the protests from the maids and got up. Realizing that they cannot stop you, they decided to help you get dressed into a pair of sweats and a hoodie and shoes. Helping you down the stairs, Jungkook carried you out to the car, listening to your demands about taking you to the headquarters where Taehyung is at. Once you got to the headquarters, Jungkook helped you to your boyfriend’s office, giving you an encouraging smile before you knocked on the double doors. Hearing footsteps come your way; you began to feel nervous about the meeting with your boyfriend. When Taehyung opened the door, he held an irritated look.

“What are you doing out of bed? You shouldn’t be moving, doctors’ orders.” Your boyfriend scolded you, making you feel smaller than him.

“I wanted to see you,” you stated strongly.

“I’m busy right now, have Jungkook take you home.”

“Why are you acting like this?” You asked irritated, feeling hurt by your boyfriends’ words. “You haven’t even seen me this whole time, not once checking up on me. Do you not care?” Your voice shook at the end, tears welling up in your eyes.

“Please, Y/N, go home and stay in bed. It is not good for you to be out and about. I’ll see you when I get home.” And at that, he closed the door, leaving you all alone once again.

Jungkook:

“Jungkook, I don’t need all of these blankets.” You explained to your boyfriend who is wrapping you up in five blankets.

“Yes, you do. Doctor said that you need to be on bed rest for two weeks due to your wound, so I am going to make sure you are comfortable because you will be here for a while.” Jungkook spoke out, ignoring your words.

“I will be just fine in our bed where there is a TV and comfy bed. I don’t want to be on the couch for the next 14 days. I want to be in our bed.”

Looking up at you, bewildered at your statement, he stomped his foot like a child. “Why didn’t you just say that fifteen minutes ago?” He shouted exasperatedly; hands thrown up in the air.

“Well, if you would’ve just listened to me the first time, we wouldn’t be in this situation.”

“I thought I was being a good boyfriend, but now it looks like I’ve failed once again.”

“Stop being a baby and take me up to our room so we can cuddle before you go and hunt down that man who shot me, okay? Please?”

Not needing to say anymore, Jungkook picked you up bridal style, running down the hall like a mad man, excited at the thought of cuddles.

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peaches-writes · 5 years ago

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before one a.m.

description: bang chan, college of music, friend of a friend who surprisingly offers to share a workplace in a cafe on this busy friday night member: chan genre: fluff, college au, strangers to friends au, reader is a fine arts student word count: 7.4k warning: explicit language note: inspired by the before trilogy but it kinda feels like i didn’t do it justice i rlly cant do strangers to anything lmao im a clown + this took rlly long but it’s not that good sldkfjkdsl :(

6:30 PM

You hurriedly skip up the steps of the campus library’s entrance staircase, backpack slung over one shoulder and your laptop, tucked in its own bag, and a sketchbook pressed to your chest. Entering through the double doors, you breathlessly sigh in disappointment at seeing most of the working tables full. I run from Fine Arts across the oval to a full library, you huff at scanning the floor from the entrance one last time before proceeding to run up the staircase by the reception desk, skipping the steps again in an attempt to cross the distance faster.

On the second to the last step, as you focus on not missing the steps you hop onto, your shoulders accidentally bump into someone rushing down from the opposite side, almost making you slip if not for the stranger who quickly steadies you by your upper arm in time. “Woah there.” A familiar voice mutters under his breath as you regain composure. “I’m so sorry, I’m sorry!”

You look up from almost dropping your laptop and sketchbook on the staircase, meeting eyes with an apologetic Bang Chan who has moved a step above you with a messenger bag and his infamous laptop.

“Are you okay?” He prods on, going down one step again so you’re on the same level now.

Though he’s in a different college, you know him by name and face from similar social circles, hence the slight embarrassment you felt at recognizing him after almost slipping right in front of him. “I’m okay.” You muse, eyes then flitting over to the second floor entrance. “Is it full too?”

Chan nods once, fixing his messenger bag with one hand as it starts to feel heavy. “Y-yeah, it’s finals week in the College of Sciences, I think.”

“Oh.” You frown. “Well, that’s too bad.”

The two of you stand in silence for a moment, you slowly alternating your gaze between the second floor and the staircase leading back to the first, contemplating on what to do now, while Chan strangely waits for you to say something again.

When you don’t speak, he speaks up again, “Do you want to...” He trails off until you avert your gaze back to him. “I’m going to Block 325 to work. Do you want to come and share a table with me?”

Your eyes widen, surprised at a fellow college student being generous enough to share a study spot with you, but Chan misinterprets, thinking you don’t remember him from when you were introduced in Seungmin’s birthday party. “I’m sorry.” He quickly apologizes again, scratching the nape of his neck sheepishly. “It’s just that I thought you’d—now I sound like a creep. I’m so sorry, that’s not my intention at all.”

Simultaneously, you respond, “O-Oh, I was just surprised. College students aren’t really that generous with work areas—what?”

Chan takes a step backward, leaning close to the railings. “W-What?”

You chuckle, amused by the small miscommunication that suddenly made the atmosphere lighter. “Why did you think you sounded like a creep? I just said it’s a nice offer, not everyone here offers to share work spaces.”

“Well, I thought you didn’t recognize me,” He answers honestly. “we were introduced at Seungmin’s party?”

You shake your head, your smile growing at how cute he looks when he’s flustered. “Bang Chan, right? College of Music.” You smile when he nods innocently. “See? I’m more worried you didn’t recognize me, CB97.”

Chan blushes in embarrassment, but even more in the way his Soundcloud rapper name rolls off your lips almost teasingly. “So...” He changes the topic immediately. “Do you want to go with me, Y/N?”

You nod, noting the way he mimicked the tone you used in referring to him by his stage name. “Of course, thank you for offering to share a workspace.”

“No problem, any friend of Seungmin’s my friend too.” He waves his free hand dismissively before leading you down the staircase. “Come on, let’s go.”

You leave the library together, the feeling of the building’s cold air conditioning leaving escaping your skin making you sweat slightly. You don’t skip down the stairs this time since Chan doesn’t seem to be in a hurry to get to Block 325 cafe, North of the campus oval.

“Look.” Chan points up as the two of you reach the sidewalk. You follow his gaze as you continue walking, seeing the sunset’s sky move with the crown shyness of trees forming a canopy over the road. “Careful when you’re walking.”

You deliberately ignore his last comment, musing, “Wow, it’s so beautiful.” Your mouth falls agape and your eyes widen. “The canopy shape makes it look so magical, don’t you think?”

“You don’t stay late out here much?” Chan asks when you turn your eyes back to the sidewalk ahead.

You return his gaze with a shrug, “Only on hell weeks like this...but even then, I usually stay in our department building so I don’t get out much at this hour.”

“So why aren’t you working in your building tonight?”

“The floor where I usually work overnight is under renovation. I can’t work at my dorm too since we don’t really have that much space for studying,” Your eyes move down to his laptop bag, noticing how it’s bulkier than yours. “What about you? Don’t they have studios in the College of Music?”

“They’re full tonight since a lot of seniors are starting their thesis proposals.” He points out. “I’m actually not out making a school project, this one’s for a gig.”

“And in your dorms?”

“It’s movie night so everyone’s going to be really noisy.”

“Oh, then lucky you didn’t get a table in the library,” You point out with a giggle. “the entire College of Sciences would’ve been pissed at you.”

Chan scoffs lightheartedly, “And you? If you got a table, the entire library would’ve gotten annoyed by you making a mess.”

“I’m organized when I work outside the studio, thank you very much.” You roll your eyes, chuckling towards the end. “But yeah, I guess it’s better that we’re going to a cafe since I’m working with watercolor.”

At this, you arrive in front of Block 325 cafe, Chan courteously opening the door for you.

7:30 PM

You settle in a booth by the window, illuminated by a white paper lantern and one of the cafe’s neon signs that reads, “COFFEE,” in a metallic color. Chan sits across from you and takes the half of the table near the window, his laptop blocking his face and his headphones covering his ears, while you sit near the aisle, occasionally mistaking your open cup of latte for the small bowls you brought with you containing tap water as you work on your plate due on Monday.

Chan glances over to your work space whenever he reviews his work every 15 minutes, propping an elbow on the table and resting his cheek on his palm, and you take rests from your own work by trying to catch him in the act, giggling when you do and shaking your head when you don’t.

As an hour passes by, you put your brush down to let your plate dry and look up at Chan as he tests out melodies on his synthesizer, taking a long sip of your latte before asking, “How’s your song?”

Chan’s eyes widen at the faint hint of your voice, hands traveling up to his headphones and taking them off. “Hm?”

“I asked how’s it going.” You repeat patiently over your latte. The sweet taste of the coffee brew reminds you of Chan’s coffee order, finding the cappuccino only half-empty in the hour you’ve been in the cafe.

“Oh, it’s going well.” He answers proudly, eyes alternating between your expectant eyes and his laptop’s screen. “I’m just fixing some mixing issues.”

You nod, looking around the surprisingly organized table. Before Chan could wear his headphones again, you gesture to the counter, “I’m ordering. Do you want anything?”

He shakes his head in response, wearing his headphones again. “No, thank you, I’ll order later.”

You purse your lips, standing up from your seat and briefly stretching your arms upwards. “Okay.” You then adjust your denim jacket as it loosely falls on your right shoulder before walking over to the counter.

“Hello, is there anything you need?” The barista on duty politely asks from brewing an Americano behind the counter. Though the cafe is full today, like you and Chan, most of the customers are only here for the wifi and the work space.

You skim through the menu once before leaning over the counter and responding, “I’ll have two slices of strawberry shortcake, a banana bread, and the chocolate glazed doughnut, please.” The barista immediately acknowledges it, moving over to the cashier to input your order. “Thank you!”

You then pay when the she tells you the price, moving over to the display case of desserts and pastries where she then carefully takes your orders.

You survey the other desserts, pastries, and bottled drinks before your eyes return to Chan across the cafe, catching him leaning over the table and trying to take a peek at your work from his angle, making you giggle once again.

And as if he heard you, he turns to you, eyes widening briefly at getting caught before awkwardly waving at you. You decide on waving back until the barista presents your order next to the counter, neatly organized on a tray.

“Thank you again!” You say politely before taking the tray and going back to your table, Chan eyeing all the delicacies the entire time.

“Stressed much?” He asks, pointing at the two slices of strawberry shortcake. When you look down, only then do you realize that the two slices were placed in one plate with a pair of forks and napkins. “Not that it’s bad to eat a lot, it’s just...a lot of sweets.”

“The other one’s supposed to be for you but I guess the barista thought we’re sharing a plate.” You hand him the chocolate glazed doughnut, thrusting it into his hands when he initially refuses. “You need to eat on time even when it’s just a small amount.”

“I’ll pay you later,” Chan says after thanking you for the doughnut, reluctantly unwrapping the plastic cover and taking a big bite. “And you can have the cake, it’s fine.”

“I can’t finish the cake on my own.” You sit down now, taking a bite of the banana bread with one hand while pushing the cake at the center of the table with the other. Chan then politely helps you by placing the tray on the empty space of his share of the table. “Just take the other slice, you don’t have to pay me”

“But—“

“It’s for offering me a table tonight.” You immediately interject reassuringly. “Please, have the other slice of cake.”

Chan ends up smiling appreciatively at you, picking up one of the forks and cutting a forkful. “...Thank you.”

You nod, moving your banana bread to your non-dominant hand to pick up your brush and go back to work. “No problem.” You muse, smiling unconsciously at watching Chan stop working altogether to eat. “Like you said, ‘any friend of Seungmin’s a friend of mine too.’”

As you turn back to painting, returning to your unfinished Winter wonderland, you look at Chan again, asking, “Anyway, what do you think?”

He looks up immediately, his slice of cake almost gone. You quickly clarify, “My plate, I mean.”

“Oh,” His eyes flicker down to your work again once. “It’s really beautiful. Akita, right?” You nod at his question, letting him continue. “I love the details and the colors—they seem so whimsical and nostalgic, like a childhood memory.”

You feel heat rise to your cheeks by the genuine tone of his voice, “Thank you. I hope the professor feels the same way when he sees it.”

“Why Akita?"

“We’re supposed to make a study on nature but I didn’t want to just make something that’s so common around here so I chose this, from a winter trip I won in an art competition last year.” You look down on your work, a flood of memories making your smile wider. “It was the first time I went on a trip alone and it’s abroad so it was a little scary at first but I had a lot of fun.”

“Really? That sounds cool.” He comments enthusiastically. “It must be fun to travel on your own. I mean, I do too but, sort of; only until I arrive in Australia when I visit my family.”

Simultaneously, you nod, “It is fun, like it’s one of the things you have to do at one point in your life.”

“Right, right!” He replies with a chuckle, nodding along still. “I don’t know a lot of people who think the same way so I’m weirdly glad.”

You spare a glance at Chan, your gaze softening at his genuine expression. When he gives you a questioning look, you answer, “I’m surprised, too; you just seem more like the crowd-type of person.”

He shrugs. “It’s always fun to be with friends but I think you can enjoy the company of others the best when you’re already comfortable with being on your own.”

“And are you?” You prod, reaching over for the unused fork and and taking a small piece of your strawberry cake. “Already comfortable with being on your own?”

He nods with a confident grin. “Yeah, I invited you over, didn’t I?”

You smile back. “I guess so.”

8:30 PM

An hour later, you catch Chan stretching his arms upward, leaning back on the seat cushions. You momentarily stop touching up your work, looking up at him with a raised brow, “Break?”

He nods, stifling a yawn as he brings his hand back down to close his laptop. “Just for 10 minutes.” He gestures over to your work, leaning close to the table. “You should, too, you’ve been working for an hour straight.”

You glance down at your work, contemplating for a moment before carefully placing your brush to the side and leaning back to your seat as well. “Okay, but just for 10 minutes.”

You then finish what remains of your latte while Chan organizes the table by gathering all the empty wrappers and your shared plate and cutlery to the tray you used a while back. In response, you take his empty glass.

“I can take that.” He gestures over to the glasses in your hand with your empty plate while scooting over to the aisle. “Just sit down.”

You shake your head but place the glass on the tray, standing up almost simultaneously as he does. You then pick up your bowls of paint waiter, holding them up to him. “I’m going to go and change my water.”

“Oh...okay, then.” The two of you then proceed to the counter where the barista happily takes the tray from Chan’s hands while you dump your dirty paint water in their service sink and replace it with cleaner tap water.

“Thank you for letting me use your water, again.” You told the barista after Chan offered to carry one of your bowls.

“It’s no problem!” The barista replies with a dismissive wave and a smile.

You and Chan then carefully return to your table, placing your bowls on your half of the table.

Chan checks the time on his phone as he sits down, 8:34 PM. “We still have six minutes, what do you want to talk about?”

“You’re really keeping check?” You ask in disbelief to Chan who nods with his lips in pursed and his arms folded to his chest as he slides down his seat. “So responsible.”

“I just thought you might be wary of the time,” He shrugs nonchalantly. “so you can go home early and all, it’s Friday anyway.”

You shake your head, scrunching up your nose, “I don’t have to be somewhere this weekend. All my friends are all busy studying and catching deadlines and Seungmin’s tutoring someone for the entire weekend.”

You decide on busying yourself by scrolling through your Instagram on your phone, glancing over at Chan occasionally as he contemplates on what else to say while opening his laptop again.

“How do you know Seungmin by the way? If I may ask...?” He settles for such a question when his eyes trail over the customized keychain on your backpack, a photo of you, Seungmin, and your other best friend, Sooyoung, in a Mickey Mouse-shaped frame. “I mean, he talks about you a lot when we hang out but didn’t introduce us until recently so I thought you were dating but he said you aren’t so I’m just...curious.”

When you look up at him, you follow his gaze to your keychain, an amused smile taking over your features. “We’re not dating, just childhood friends but not really close to the point that we know all of the other’s friends.” Unconsciously, your hand finds their way to the keychain, fiddling with them lightly before turning to Chan. “Anyway, even if we just met recently, I’m really happy it’s you and the others he specifically befriended.”

Chan nods with a hum. When he doesn’t speak, you ask him back his question, “How about you? I’m guessing you met through Felix and Jeongin?”

“Yeah,” He agrees with another nod. “I toured them around campus last year during their orientation.”

“Aw, you’re in the Orientation Committee?” You coo. Even though it suits his personality, hearing him say it out loud made it somehow more adorable. “That’s so cute! That’s probably why I always hear the Freshmen gossip about you in our studios.”

His eyes widen at this, pink dusting his cheeks. “W-what?” He stammers, making you laugh.

“Don’t pretend like you don’t know.” You shake your head in feign disapproval, crossing your arms for emphasis. “You’re very popular on campus: music major, radio DJ, performs in a rap trio, and I just find out that you’re in the Orientation Committee touring Freshman on the first week? If I was any batch lower, I would’ve swooned over you in my first months here too. Oh? You’re blushing!”

Chan scoffs, rolling his eyes in an attempt to hide the now prominent blush on his cheeks. “I’m not, I’m not!” He waves his hand dismissively to distract you from the clearly seeing his face.

“You definitely are!” You point out in between chuckles, sitting up properly when you unconsciously slide down the booth. “Are you not used to getting compliments? Seriously, this is why I didn’t think you’d remember me from earlier: you’re too charming and popular with other students.”

Internally, he briefly wonders if you’d still swoon over him even when you’re in the same batch but quickly pushes the thought away. “I really don’t think I’m that popular. I’m pretty sure people like Jisung and Changbin more.” He shrugs. “And popular or not, I can remember you anywhere.”

The last sentence immediately makes you stop laughing, your heart skipping a beat at what you think is just a casual statement from him, You come up with a retort, only to be interrupted by a sound alert from Chan’s phone, reminding the two of you that it’s already 8:40 PM.

“Okay, break’s done!” He exclaims happily, relieved that he can finally get out of this embarrassing conversation.

You tsk playfully, picking up your brush while Chan opens his laptop again. “I still think you’re very charming and popular, CB97.” You comment before he can tune you out with his music again. “In fact, if someone asked, I’ll have to say that you’re my favorite 3racha member.”

Chan pretends to increase the volume on his laptop in his flustered state. You catch this, an amused smile forming on your lips. You conclude to yourself that you feel more casual and comfortable around him now that you made him flustered.

Cute.

9:30 PM

You’ve been done for quite a while now, having busied yourself in the past 5 minutes in disposing the paint water, cleaning your brushes, and packing your things while your work completely dries. Chan looks up at you from his own work when you return with clean bowls and brushes, his headphones falling down his shoulders. Hesitantly, he asks, “Are you leaving?”

You sit down first, contemplating on the question as you carefully place your bowls and brushes inside your bag, before opting for a shrug and answering, “I’m too lazy to leave yet.” You then briefly break eye contact to check your phone for the time. “Besides, it’s too early. I can stick around, right?”

He nods once, lifting his headphones up to his ears again. “Yeah, it’s okay.”

You give him an appreciative smile, leaning back in your seat and opening your phone to Instagram. Blindly, you reach your backpack pockets for your earphones as well, managing to find them after a while.

Simultaneously, Chan lifts another glance over to you just as you’re connecting your earphones to your phone. A thought then passes over him, “Do you want to...” He trails off again, just until you return his gaze with a raised eyebrow. “Do you want to listen with me?”

“Wouldn’t we bother everyone else studying?” You ask back in response, your forehead crinkling in confusion as you gesture over to the other remaining customers in the vicinity.

He quickly pauses his music and takes out what seems to be an adapter that splits into two ports on one end, holding it between the two of you. “You can connect your earphones here, I’ll do the same, then I’ll plug it on my laptop.” He motions to his laptop while taking out his headphones’ audio jack towards the end. “It’s an earphone splitter—for sharing music from one device, basically.”

“Oh.” You nod along in fascination. You then disconnect your earphones from your phone, plugging it on one of the two ports of the splitter. “Okay, if it’s okay to listen.”

He shrugs reassuringly. “Well, it’s an unreleased track but it’s okay since everyone’s going to hear anyway—just don’t tell Changbin I let you listen to it first before him.” His eyes then widen and his mouth falls slightly agape when you get up from your seat, leaving your earphones on the table, and move to the empty space next to him, picking up your earphones again and placing the buds on your ears.

You look to your side, raising an eyebrow at his surprised expression, “What?”

“N-Nothing.” He stammers out, casting his eyes downward to connect his headphones to the splitter’s other port then connecting the splitter itself to his computer.

You giggle. “I can’t stay in my seat, I’ll get cramps from leaning over the table.”

He pretends to ignore your comment in his flustered state, his mouse hovering over to the very start of the track before pressing play. “Playing now.”

You slide down the booth comfortably, shoulders jumping slightly at the soft drums and bass that flows into your earphones instead of the usual aggressive percussion and beat that everyone associates with Chan’s rap group. Next to you, Chan props his elbow on the table and rests his cheek on the palm of his hand, pretending to watch the stacked and overlapping tracks’ wavelengths move with the music’s progression while stealing glances in your direction, trying to catch a reaction.

“What’s the name of this track?” You ask over the music, your voice coming out louder against Changbin’s rap. “Does it have a name already?”

He unconsciously grasps the fabric of his hoodie with his free hand, holding it up to you. “Hoodie season?”

You chuckle, a little skeptical. “You sound unsure. Did you come up with that on the spot?”

But he shakes his head, gesturing over to the file name. “It’s the name of the track, seriously.” Internally, he also wonders why he seemed to have hesitated.

"It’s a fitting name, I guess.” You end up nodding with a hum, eyes lighting up when Jisung begins to sing. “Perfect for the incoming Winter.”

Jisung then starts rapping after the chorus, surprising you once again. “As expected of Han Jisung.” You clap lightly in satisfaction, a proud smile on your face. “Changbin’s verse was also great. Ah, I can’t wait to hear this live.”

Chan starts feeling visibly anxious next to you as his verse nears, leg bouncing up and down under the table and his fingers poking into his cheek to the beat of the song, that he blurts out, “We’re performing here before break.”

You look up from the laptop screen to him expectantly. “Really? When? What time?” You ask hurriedly, not wanting to speak over the music in case Chan’s part comes up next.

“On the Saturday before break, I think?” He answers, eyes glancing back and forth between you and the track. “Saturday night, from what I can remember.”

The chorus then plays again after Jisung’s verse, making you sit up properly in your seat once again in anticipation for Chan’s verse. “Tickets?” You ask him to the already familiar tune of the chorus.

“It’s free admission.” He answers, the most anxious now. Why did they have to say I’m their favorite member? He sighs in his head at the very cause of his sudden anxiousness.

Chan’s verse then plays, your tight-lipped smile turning into a satisfied grin. You don’t say anything more, leaving Chan internally lingering over the question of whether or not you’ll attend the gig.

“Hey, baby, I’ll make you my lover, ay. I’m thankful that I’m warm in the Autumn, ooh ah, ooh ah, I’ll hold you wherever we go.”

You chuckle somewhere between the lyrics, looking over at Chan in amusement who returns your gaze with a confused look. “You make hoodies sound so romantic.” You comment, answering his unspoken question. “Not that it can’t be, it’s just that you made it sound witty and funny somehow.”

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” He asks with genuine concern. The song now ends but you don’t take your earphones out of the splitter and he doesn’t bother as well.

“It’s a good thing.” You comment, careful of your tone in case you let it slip that you’re totally swooning over him right now. “Plus, this sounds fresh—it’s so different from the songs you usually put out.”

“Really? Thanks.” He heaves a sigh of relief, smiling more carefree now.

The two of you don’t speak for a while, not even bothering to take out your earphones. Sitting closer to Chan now, you feel even more lazy to get up and move back to your seat, much less leave and walk to your dorm right outside campus.

After a while, Chan speaks up again. “Want to listen to something else?”

You motion over to the track, “Are you done already? I might be interrupting your work.”

He tilts his head to the side, placing his propped up arm on the table back on his lap as he sits up properly. “It’s pretty much done, just needs a little tweaking on the mixing. I can do that later.” For emphasis, he saves the track and exits the software, the screen displaying his files folder. “Come on, choose a song.”

You scoot closer to him, your leg brushing against his now as you lean closer to the screen while he slowly scrolls down the files for you. “Oh, play WOW, that one’s funny.”

Chan frowns. “Not that one, please.”

In retaliation, you quickly swipe the mouse from him and play the track, laughing maniacally as the familiar intro skit begins to play.

“Oh God.” Chan groans in embarrassment, hiding his face in his hands.

But he lets the music anyway. Though he’s feeling very embarrassed, all these feelings are immediately forgotten with seeing you enjoying yourself.

10:40 PM

The barista passes by your table to remind you kindly that the cafe is closing in a while. Only then do you realize that, besides her, it’s just you and Chan in the cafe now, having spent the last hour going through Chan’s laptop.

“Ah, time passed by really quickly.” Chan muses as he finishes packing up his laptop then slings his backpack on his shoulder. You stand on the aisle, backpack on one shoulder while your laptop and sketchbook are tucked neatly on one arm reminiscent of when you came in, as you watch and wait for him quietly.

“It sure did.” You nod when he turns to face you, walking you to the door now. He opens the door for you again, chuckling when you tried beating him to it. “Oh, that reminds me, we only ate sweets a while ago.”

Chan hums in acknowledgement, catching up to you after closing the door behind him. Now, the campus oval is illuminated by yellow street lights, white building lights, and the occasional passing car against the dark night sky, a complete contrast from when you were outside hours ago. Besides the two of you, there’s barely any people outside anymore as well.

“Chan?” You tilt your head so that you have a better view of his face while walking, catching him off-guard in his dazed state.

“Yeah?” He blinks twice, embarrassed that he accidentally drowned you out. “Sorry, I zoned out.”

“You look like you fell asleep for a second there. I asked if you wanted to get a late dinner.” You repeat your question with a chuckle, facing the sidewalk ahead now. You see the library still open at this time from up ahead, half-empty from the view on the clear windows now that it’s nearing midnight. “My dorm’s across the West entrance and there’s a 24-hour grill on the corner of our street.”

“Oh...sure, sure,” Chan replies, suddenly realizing that he’s hungry again. “We can just eat at my dorm up ahead on the South side, though, it’s nearer.”

“In your dorm?” You raise an eyebrow teasingly.

“Yeah?” He replies back in an unsure manner before quickly realizing how he seemed to have come off. “Oh, I didn’t mean it like that! We have a common area with a kitchen. I’ll cook for you, don’t worry!”

You nod in agreement just as you pass the intersection leading to the East entrance, laughing at the way his eyes crinkle in embarrassment. “I was just joking, sure, let’s go to your dorm.”

Chan sighs next to you, awkwardly rubbing the nape of his neck with his free hand. Such a tease. “Our pantry’s just ramen and canned food, though, so don’t raise your expectations too much.” He warns you lightly once he’s recovered from being a flustered mess.

“Seungmin says you cook fine, though,” You counter. “so I’m still having these expectations.”

You reach his dorm after 10 more minutes, Chan walking ahead as you walk up the steps of the entrance so he can open the door for you for the third time this evening and lead you into the common area kitchen. You catch sight of a few familiar faces in the dim light of the lounge area, mostly younger students from your department raving over an action movie playing on the big flat screen and Jisung and Changbin who greet you with knowing smiles on their faces before you disappeared into the kitchen.

“Are they always glad to see people?” You gesture over to Jisung and Changbin behind you from the wide open doorway as you and Chan leave your things by an empty bench. You briefly turn around to look at them once again, catching them wiggling their eyebrows at Chan before they notice you looking and waving at you with sarcastically sweet smiles in return. “It’s just that...they’re smiling really weird.”

You then turn back around to see Chan a few steps ahead of you shoot the two younger boys an annoyed look, shooing them away with his hand when they lean over the lounge sofa they occupy to have a better look of you and Chan, before turning to you again and laughing nervously, “They’re just being weird, ignore them.”

“Okay?” You nod, quickly dismissing the thought, before sitting down on the dining table as Chan proceeds to open the nearby refrigerator, passing you a pitcher of water and two glasses.

He then moves over to the overhead cabinets to your left, examining its contents once before turning to you, “Chicken, beef, or jajangmyeon?”

“Jajangmyeon, please.” You answer happily as you pour water on the two glasses in front of you. “I can’t believe Bang Chan of 3racha is making me ramen on a Friday night.”

“Stop teasing me.” He scoffs playfully, taking out four packets of jajangmyeon and opening another cabinet for a clean pot and ladle. He glances over to you slyly over his shoulder, looking away immediately when he catches you taking off your denim jacket to place on your chair behind you.

You take a sip of the cold water, the sensation making you feel refreshed after hours of working. “Bang Chan of 3racha offered me a work table, called my art pretty, let me listen to an unreleased song, and is now cooking for me—and this is the first time we talked without our mutual friend Seungmin.” You continue teasing him anyway, more as an attempt to distract yourself from the fact that he does look very handsome cooking even with your limited view. “I take back what I said a while ago, I’m definitely swooning right now.”

Though your tone is casual and playful, Chan can’t find it in himself to fight the blush creeping up his cheeks and the way his hands shake slightly while cooking jajangmyeon. “I’ll burn your share of the jajangmyeon.”

He hears you laugh behind him. “You wouldn’t dare.”

11:30 PM

You’re presented with a steaming bowl of jajangmyeon along with a few quick side dishes after 10 minutes of scrolling through your Twitter with the dorm’s guest wifi. You thank Chan as you pick up your chopsticks, eating when he does as he sits right across from you.

“Oh, this is really really good!” You comment after a bite, eyes bright and hands clasping together in satisfaction once again. “I don’t usually trust Seungmin but he is right, you cook well.”

Chan narrows his eyes at you, his lips unconsciously forming a pout as he chews. “You tease me then turns out you’ve been doubting my cooking skills this whole time.”

His expression makes you laugh in between big bites of your late dinner. “I meant to say after that what Seungmin said was an understatement, you’re not just fine you’re great so stop pouting!” You take a sip of water after swallowing your fourth bite, your gaze softening to a more sincere expression now. “Anyway, thank you for making me dinner.”

He smiles shyly now, quickly eating his food to reply, “You bought me cake and a doughnut and kept me company tonight so thank you, too.”

You take more sips of water as you slowly finish half your bowl before replying, “If I thank you again for offering me a table then we’d go on thanking each other the whole night.”

He laughs, nodding wholeheartedly in agreement. “Let’s just say thank you at the same time and be done with it.”

“Right.” You agree. “So, thank you for everything tonight.”

“Same...thank you for tonight.” He then takes a sip of water before suddenly standing up, catching your attention. “There’s more jajangmyeon in the pot, do you want some more?”

“Yes, thank you!”

12:20 AM

You hold your used silverware tightly as you walk over to the sink, making sure Chan doesn’t snatch them from you and accidentally break them or wash them on his own.

“Just let me do this since you cooked.” You argue for the fifth time since your conversation shifted from the most random of topics to determining who washes the plates, successfully placing the silverware on the sink almost at the same time as Chan does so. When he tries to gently move you out of the way, you stay firmly on your spot by holding the kitchen counter. “Besides, it’s just one set of plates.”

“You’re in my dorm so let me wash the plates.” He protests for the second time as well while trying to swat your hands away. After two tries, he successfully moves you to the side, passing you a random packet of biscuits from the overhead cabinet to occupy yourself with. “You don’t have to make things even with us, we’re just hanging out casually.”

You frown, opening the packet and eating a biscuit anyway. “Still, if someone cooked the other should wash the plates, that’s how it goes.”

“That’s how it goes only when it’s a date.” He mumbles under his breath, not really expecting that you would catch it.

“A date?”

Quickly, he waves his hand dismissively at you. "Nothing. Seriously, it’s fine.” He smiles at you reassuringly, eventually feeling relieved when you don’t tease him further. “Anyway, it’s been a long night and you still have to walk back to your dorm after this so just rest over there.”

You look down on your biscuits, a thought suddenly coming into mind. “Have a biscuit, then.”

“No, just eat it.”

“Come on.” You hold up a biscuit to his face as he busies himself with scrubbing the plates and glasses. When he look your way or open his mouth, you poke his lips with the end of the biscuit. “Seriously, eat the biscuit!”

You see him trying to stifle a laugh as you continue poking around his lips with the biscuit, making you laugh as well. Moving away so you don’t take it as an opportunity, he replies, “If I eat this biscuit, will you let me walk you to the West gate? It’s late and dark out.”

You contemplate on this for a moment, your hand stopping in midair. Chan takes this as an opportunity to take a small bite of the biscuit, “Hey, you bit it already!”

He nods, leaning his head to your hand when you try retracting it then taking another bite. “Yeah, so can I walk you home then call it finally even.”

You sigh, letting him eat the whole biscuit in your hand. “Okay.”

“You wouldn’t feel like you need to repay me again after, okay?”

“Only if you don’t.”

“Deal.” He concludes, finally turning to look at you while he rinses the soap off the glasses. “Can I have another one?”

You take out another biscuit, initially extending it over to him before quickly putting it in your mouth before he can even take a bite. “Just kidding, you get the next one.” You mumble while taking out another biscuit, giving it to him this time when he’s done drying his hands, frowning.

“You’re so mean.” He comments, taking the biscuit from your hand.

“That’s what you signed up for when you decided on befriending me tonight.” You point out with a laugh, crumpling the wrapper and throwing it in the proper trash bin.

“Anyway, aren’t you tired? Should we go now?” He changes the topic after a while, walking over to the bench where you left your things.

You follow him, taking your jacket from the chair you previously occupied on the way. “Yeah before the RA kills me.”

He laughs. “Strict?”

“Not used to me staying out at this hour.” You correct, pointing at your bag when he picks it up and slings it over his shoulder. “You don’t have to.”

“This is what you signed up for when you agreed to let me walk you back.” He throws your comeback at you this time as he takes your laptop and sketchbook. “Come on, before your RA kills you.”

With a defeated sigh, you follow Chan out, almost missing the way Jisung and Changbin follow the two of you with curious eyes as you pass by the lounge once again.

“Do you think...” Jisung asks Changbin, not even needing to finish his question to get it across as Changbin fervently nods.

“I think so too.” Changbin replies, taking out his phone. “Should we tell Seungmin?”

12:50 AM

Eventually you reach the West gate. You stop on the side of the overpass, making Chan stop walking as well.

“I can walk on my own from here, it’s okay.” You smile reassuringly up at him. “Thanks for walking me all the way here again.”

He shakes his head, not showing any hint of letting go of your things. “I can walk you to your dorm entrance, though.”

You gesture over to your dorm building with an amused laugh, “It’s literally right next to the other end of the overpass. I don’t want you walking back with an extra distance.” When his skeptical look doesn’t fade away, you sigh but with an appreciative smile. “If you’re worried so much, you can just watch me from here then I’ll wave at you from the other side.”

After a moment, he finally gives in, handing you your belongings then stepping back so you can go up the overpass stairs. “Okay, okay.”

Such a gentleman, you muse internally to yourself as you take a step up the stairs, still facing him. “Goodnight, Chan.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.” He returns the greeting to you, hesitating on the last minute to give you a hug like he would do with his close friends. That’s too weird you just talked today, he reminds himself.

You pretend not to notice the way he almost extended his arms out for a hug, secretly feeling shy yourself. “I’ll see you when I see you?”

“How about the gig before break?” He asks, another question lingering in his mind but he decides on not asking it as a follow-up.

You nod in agreement, “I’ll be there, of course, you mentioned it a while ago.”

You’re about to turn around and walk up the overpass at noticing that he doesn’t show any sign of wanting to say anything else when you suddenly hear him ask behind you, “How about on a nearer date?” which makes you turn back around to face him. “How about—tomorrow?”

Shrugging as if nonchalantly, you ask back, “What about it?”

He hesitates again for a while before taking a small step forward so he’s looking up at you now from the bottom of the stairs. “Do you want to hang out tomorrow, if you’re free that is.”

You feel your heart flutter ever so slightly at this but you quickly force yourself to ignore it. “That doesn’t sound too fun.”

“What?” He frowns in genuine disappointment, almost making your teasing gaze soften.

“I meant where’s the fun in tonight if we meet again soon?” You clarify. “Just wait until your gig next week!”

He opens his mouth to speak but you’re already walking backwards up the stairs, adding, “And don’t try looking for me in the Fine Arts building, you should know I hide around there well! Goodnight, Chan! Thank you for tonight!”

With a final smile his way, you finally turn around and walk up the overpass, glancing over to him again when you reach the very top and begin crossing the bridge. As the two of you agreed, he remained by the side of the overpass, watching you carefully even when there’s barely any people on the bridge anymore.

In under a minute, you’ve reached the halfway mark of the other stairway where you can still see Chan clearly amidst the never-ending flow of cars. You raise a hand above your head, waving to him until he waves back.

Since you’re so far away, you miss the way Chan sighs before sending a dimpled smile your way. He contemplates on asking Seungmin more about you later.

With that, you then proceed back to your dorms, disappearing from Chan’s sight when you enter your dorm building. He takes that as his cue to head back to his own dorm.

“Next Saturday’s too far.” He huffs in frustration, sparing one last glance in the direction of your dorm building before passing through the West gate once again.

Nevertheless, he can’t help but feel excited at the prospect of talking to you again.

1:00 AM

Chan arrives back in the dorm building, immediately bombarded by Jisung and Changbin who hold his belongings with teasing looks.

“So you were with Y/N, huh?” Jisung starts, hugging Chan’s laptop to his chest tightly. “Why were you two together?”

Chan raises an eyebrow, not really knowing where this ‘interrogation’ is going. “I bumped into them at the library when it was full so I offered we share a table at 325.”

“That’s all?” Changbin asks this time, his arms crossed in front of his chest while Chan’s backpack hangs loosely on his shoulder.

“Yeah, that’s all,” Chan nods slowly, eyebrows furrowing now. “Why? And why do you have my backpack.”

The two younger boys shake their head at the same time.

“Oh, nothing.” Jisung dissmises with a small wave. “Just curious.”

As if on cue, Chan’s phone rings its message alert.

seungmin: SO I HEARD U WENT OUT ON A DATE W Y/N [sent 1:04 AM]

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