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Dirt Bikes and Bets ~ BC

WORD COUNT: 6.2k

PAIRING: Boy racer!Chan x Fem!Reader

GENRE: enemies to lovers, fast paced, first dates, first kiss, crying, arguing, cute, fluffy ending

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - July 2023

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Dirt filled the air around you as you let out a small cough, shaking your pom-pom free of all the dust that it was now caked in. Sounds of engines erupted around you as you stared around at all the different groups of people that had gathered at the tracks today and you smirked a little. You knew your brother was about to kick all their asses - as he usually would - and you couldn't wait to rub it into a certain someone's face later.

"Looking a little lost there, little lamb." The Australian accent sent shivers down your spine and all you wanted to do was throw something in the direction it came from, but you weren't going to give him the satisfaction of him knowing that he got on your nerves. Christopher, mother fucking, Bang. One of your brother's biggest rivals and the man that really annoyed you to the point where it should be illegal for you to be in the same space as one another. You turned around slowly to face him and you wanted to slap him for wearing such a smug look on his face. You knew why he was looking so proud of himself, that small "nickname" was the same one he'd given to you over a year ago now.

Things were dirty around you, you had no idea where your brother had run off to but you'd been determined to find him without stopping and asking anyone about it. It was your first race with your brother, and the two of you decided to do a whole tour of the country with the company that was sponsoring your brother. Why did he have to leave you in the car to come and find him alone though? The two of you had agreed to go together and yet he'd walked off the second he'd seen some brunette with a mini skirt on.

"You look lost, little lamb." A thick Australian accent came out and your legs practically became jelly as you turned around to see who it was coming from. A man stood in front of you, a helmet tucked under his arm as he glanced you up and down with a smirk on his lips. There was no denying just how hot this man was, black hair which was slightly long for him and thrown around in every which direction. A scar on his left eyebrow, that left a gap between the hairs, and his eyes could stare into your soul leaving you empty if he wasn't looking at you. The man was so hot he could melt butter with one look and you whimpered, trying to find your voice.

"Not lost," You mumbled, stepping to the side thinking that you must have been in his way but he didn't move, he just laughed dryly and stared at you shaking his head a little.

"Right. Chain bunnies don't usually stand down here," He grumbled, it took a minute for the words to fully register in your mind.

"What the fuck did you just call me?!" You yelled out as he started to walk away from you, scoffing as you stood in front of him and putting your hand on his chest to stop him from going anywhere. The look he was giving you, you could practically feel judgment dripping from it.

"I called you a chain bunny, or did I miss the memo where you guys go by a different name now?" He stared you down and you scoffed at him. He was probably the type to talk to girls like this all the time and enjoy watching them run away but he picked the wrong kind of girl to start with today. You weren't the shy and timid little girl that would run and cry the second she was called something nasty.

"Do I look like a fucking Chain bunny to you?" You questioned, folding your arms over your chest as you tried to control the way your heart was pounding against your chest. The last thing you wanted to do was to cause shit with someone at your brother's race track, but this guy was heading the right way for a punch.

"You all look the same to me," He laughed and you rolled your eyes at him and shook your head, there was no way you were going to stand here and take shit of some random stranger when he didn't know you.

"Had enough of them, have you? Fucking man whore." You grumbled, staring over at his shoulder and seeing your brother making his way over you smiled at him waving him over sooner.

"You ready?" Your brother questioned, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and bringing you into a small hug, you relaxed a little having him closer to you. At least the ass in front of you might calm down a little if he saw you clearly weren't a "chain bunny".

"You might want to tell your little groupie, that from now on, she's to stay in the back where she can't be spotted," Your brother's grip on you tightened slightly as he tried to keep himself under control, your blood was boiling by this point and you were holding back the urge to scratch his eyes out.

"Actually, she's my sister. Yn. Yn, this is Bang Chan," You knew the name as soon as it left his mouth, Christopher...The man that had gotten your brother into racing in the first place and it turned out he was a massive asshole. God, how had you not recognised him from all the press conferences your brother was constantly watching, not to mention all of the posters he used to have up around his old room.

"Sister? Hmm, does she come to every race?" Chan questioned, directing his question at your brother as if you weren't standing right there so you smirked, answering before your brother had the chance to.

"SHE's standing right here and yes I do," You mumbled staring at him as he stared at you, both of you staring back at one another like you were in a silent battle to see who would look away first.

"BOYS! Let's go!" A voice boomed out, Chris walked away first and you clenched your fists at your side trying to ignore the way he made you feel so angry.

"Such a pretentious ass," You hissed, shaking your head as you took in some deep breaths trying to calm yourself down.

"You don't like him?" Your brother asked sarcastically making you lightly shove him, as he let out a laugh and stumbled backwards slightly.

"He implied I was a groupie." You reminded him as he shook his head at you, he knew you must have said something back and he was dying to know what.

"What did you call him in return?" He smirked arching his brow at you as you folded your arms over your chest,

"I called him a man whore," Your brother erupted in laughter before shaking his head, kissing your cheek and rushing off to go and find his starting position.

"Not lost," You mumbled, glancing over your shoulder to see your brother already getting his bike ready for the final checks that the racing company were going to be performing. Every race was the same, the racers would bring their bikes for final checks by the company before they were placed into their positions. Sure, there were some other complicated matters but you didn't bother yourself with the ins and outs of everything.

"Shame, I would have loved to show you around," He whispered in your ear, his hand lingering on your back a second longer than it should have but you didn't cringe at the feeling of it and you hated yourself for it. How dare your body betray you the way it did whenever Chan was around you. The two of you didn't have a friendship with one another, in fact, you could only bare to be around him for so long before you'd want to run away from him.

"Get away from me," You hissed out, stepping away from his touch and dusting off your back as if he'd actually left "cooties" on you. The two of you were constantly facing off with one another, he thought he was better than he was and was convinced you were in love with him. Which couldn't have been further from the truth. You would bicker with one another all of the time but Chan took it as a silent crush that you had on him,

"We both know you love my hands on your body." He winked at you, his lips tugging up at the corners as he slowly realised what you were wearing. It was a short cheerleading outfit with your brother's bike number on the back, the colours all matching the black and red bike and it looked great. Though he couldn't help but imagine how much better it would look with his number splashed across your back,

"Did I enter an alternate universe? Or did that last bike crash fuck your head up that badly?" It was harsh to bring up the last race where Chan came off his bike but you knew it was the quickfire way to get him to shut up and leave you alone.

"I'm going to win this race for you baby," He told you as you scoffed at him. Ever since your brother had started the racing circuit Chan had always placed in second compared to your brother and he hated it but at the same time, he kind of loved it. Being able to race against your brother always gave him the chance to get on your nerves and wind you up a little.

"Please, you and I both know you'll never win against my brother," You smirked slyly at him and he chuckled a little, he had a new bike now which meant he was ready to push it to its limits and he was ready to try and push yours too.

"Care to wager against that, little lamb?" He chuckled, watching you as he knew you could never resist a bet when it came to your brother's racing. He'd already heard you make bets with other racers for the last few weeks,

"How so?" You quizzed, your eyebrow-raising as you looked at him suddenly very interested in what he was saying.

"If I win, I get to take you out, if your brother wins...I'll do whatever you want." Your ears picked up as you thought about it. There was no way Chan was ever going to be able to beat your brother, the last year had proved that exponentially and you smirked stepping closer to Chan. Your chest pressed against his,

"The moment you beat my brother I'll go out on a date with you, which...Will be never," You smiled sweetly, patting his chest before turning to walk away but his hand wrapped around your wrist gently and he tugged you into his chest. Your heart raced as you stared up at him, your body once again betraying you as you felt yourself getting weak being this close to him, but you didn't let it show, you hid it deep down.

"If I win, I get a date and you have to wear my colour and number at the next race," He looked down at you, his tongue darting across his bottom lip at the single thought of you in his colours. You pulled your hand free from his grasp and smirked at him, there was no way he was going to win and you could have fun making him do whatever you wanted when your brother beat him,

"Deal." You told him, shaking his hand as you laughed a little,

"Try not to crash and burn this time," You told him as you smirked, winking at him before walking in the direction of the stands, getting your camera ready for the moment your brother would crush Chan into the dirt.

Only the moment never came, your brother came in close second and Chan was first, not only was he first but he was making his way over to you instead of going to the winning podium.

"I'll pick you up at six tonight," He smirked, his eyes lingering on your body as you stared back at him, your chest felt like it was going to collapse in on itself. There was no way he should have beaten your brother,

"How did you win?" You questioned, throwing the pom-poms onto the floor and staring at him, waiting for some kind of explanation as to where this newfound race energy had come from. You knew he'd gotten a new bike but he couldn't have gotten it done to be better than the other bikes, it was cheating.

"I'm that good." He chuckled, glancing over his shoulder once his name was called, it was time for photos and he needed to be on the podium holding the small trophy and answering questions. But he couldn't resist the urge of getting to come over here and winding you up about the date he had with you that night.

"Bullshit. You cheated..." You accused and his smile dropped from his face. That accusation would get him into a lot of shit and he didn't need that, the last thing he would ever do was jeopardise his career with a chance of beating your brother. He'd won because he was better, simple as that.

"Baby. I don't cheat." He smirked at you, shrugging his shoulders as if he didn't have another care in the world.

"It must have been the sheer imagination of me getting to spend time with you that gave me the drive and determination to beat him." You were seething with anger, he must have cheated somehow and you stared over at your brother who was still all smiles as if he didn't care...Which he didn't. Racing had never been about winning for him, he still got paid as long as he finished in the top three and that was mostly all he cared about, that and getting to race which was what he loved to do.

"I hate you." You grumbled at him, making your way out from the stands and going in the direction of your brother, Chan hot on your tail as he walked behind you and chuckled.

"Now, now, baby girl, you're mine tonight. Wear something...Black," He'd already planned everything out he was going to do with you tonight and he wanted you to be dressed appropriately for it. Not to mention he was dying to see you in those black jeans you'd worn to the last press conference, God, he was still dreaming about them.

"You're going to tell me what to wear?" You questioned as he chuckled softly, nodding his head even if you couldn't see him right now.

"Jeans, maybe something flat on your feet. I would suggest a skirt but I'm not one to put out on a first date," He laughed dryly, rushing in front of you and going to stand on the top of the podium next to your brother,

"Good race, I look forward to the next one," Chan told your brother as they shook hands, both of them laughing among one another. While you and Chan didn't get along the best, he and your brother had quite the bond with one another which drove you slightly crazy. Especially when they would hang out in the hotel room together while you were there, you could always feel Chan's eyes on you and it drove you wild.

Maybe it was because you found him attractive and hated him that it drove you up the wall, or maybe it was the fact that you might have liked him...just a little but would never do anything about it. You'd made a vow after the last guy you'd dated that you would never date another racer for as long as you lived, and maybe even in your next life as well. They brought too much drama to the relationship, too much heartache and you weren't going to start falling for another boy just for him to rip you apart like the last one did.

"What is this place?" You questioned as a waiter took your jacket as well as Chan's, taking them away and leaving you both alone inside the gazebo alone. It was in the middle of some park that Chan had driven you both too, on the back of a real motorbike and not some dirtbike that he would race. To your surprise, he'd driven very carefully and made no comments about your arms being around his waist but this park was incredible. The wooden gazebo was lit up by fairy lights everywhere, inside was a single white table, with a dinner set up on top of it. It was like something straight out of a romance novel and you weren't sure what Chan's angle on this was going to be.

"A park, didn't you see the jungle gym area as we walked in?" He smirked, pulling out your seat and waiting for you to take a seat and as you did you stared at him.

"I mean, you could have taken me anywhere, made me do anything and you choice a romantic night under the stars?" You gestured around you, this wasn't something you would have imagined Chan doing and you could barely believe it was even happening as you were doing it now.

"What would you rather I have you do? Dirt bike racing as a date? Taking you fishing?" He laughed, sitting across from you, keeping his eyes on you the whole time. When he won he knew exactly what he wanted to do, he wanted to "woo" you and show you exactly the kind of man he was going to be if you were to take him seriously.

"No...I just-" You let out a small sigh as you looked at him, you probably shouldn't assume things about him.

"I didn't think this would be your kind of thing," You shrugged this time and Chan frowned, leaning on the table as he stared at you. He was interested to see what you really thought of him and tonight was the night he could try and get it out of you.

"What do you think my "thing" is, exactly?" Your mouth was suddenly dry and you shook your head.

"Bike guys, they like racing...they like going to car meets, they don't care what their date wants to do." Was it wrong to assume most of them were the same? Yes. But in your experience, 80% of them had been the same, except your brother who seemed like one of the decent racers...As far as you knew anyway. Chan stared at you for a couple of seconds, studying the way your face contorted as you spoke about other "bike guys" It was obvious someone had hurt you and the thought of it made his heart drop.

"Who did you date that was like that?" Your eyes snapped in his direction and you laughed dryly, playing it off as though it was nothing.

"I don't know what you're talking about." You mumbled, picking up the menu in front of you, noticing that it was a set course all of which happened to be your favourite meals and you frowned. How did he know all of this about you?

"You can bullshit your brother all you want, but I can tell. I read you like a book, Yn." Your eyes slowly looked back at him and you choose to be defensive about it, it was going to be the only way you were going to come out of this "date" without falling for him.

"You probably couldn't read a kid's book, Chris." You hissed out but the smirk on his lips only grew as he watched you. Tonight was going to be fun if you were going to continue to bite back at everything he said to you, something he loved doing with you. The bickering only drove his desire for you more intense and he adored getting to go back and forth with you.

"You're hot when you're mad at me,"

"You know what, I should just leave." You went to stand up, the chair dragging on the floor but you stilled as Chan stared at you with a darkened look in his eyes.

"We made a bet, baby girl, sit." You slowly sat back down, putting a napkin onto your lap as the first course was being bought out to the table and placed down in front of you before the waiter left without saying anything.

"You cheated, I know it." You mumbled, picking up the tiny fork and starting on the first course of food. Chan wanted to wipe that one thought out of your head and he would do anything to prove it to you, even if it meant taking you to see his bike and having someone inspect it to just prove it to you.

"I told you, it was the determination to get to spend a wonderful night with you. Something I've wanted for a long time," He said before putting some food into his mouth but you stilled as you thought about it. Why was he so intent on getting to go out with you? What was so special about him spending time with you?

"Why? Is there some bet with the guys to see who can get me to go out with them first? Or is it some bet to see who I will sleep with first?" Chan stared at you in silence,

"Someone really did a number on you. Is it that hard for you to believe I just wanted to get to know you? To maybe fall in love?" You laughed loudly at him, dropping your fork as you tried to calm yourself down.

"Love?" You questioned, sipping on the water as Chan eyed you up suspiciously, every girl he knew believed in love and wanted love to be everything that consumed them.

"You know the thing where two people feel so deeply for one another they can't even bear to be apart?"

"It's not real." You said plainly, shrugging your shoulders and continuing to eat your food but the statement made Chan be put off from all thoughts of food.

"You can't be serious. What makes you think that?" You looked down at the plate in front of you. None of it was real. It was something you used to believe in, until "love" had fucked you over too many times to count, you were sick of relying on something that was clearly not there.

"It's an attraction to one another," You told him, looking back at him and swallowing the nervous lump in your throat. You'd never explained it to anyone, only to yourself whenever you felt yourself getting attracted to someone again only to remind yourself of all the reasons it would never work.

"You get attracted to one another but once that attraction fades, the expectations fall and people start to hate one another because there's nothing else there," Chan was frowning the whole time as he listened to you speak, only someone who had been deeply hurt could have come to this conclussion about love and all he wanted to do was change your mi

and on everything you believed.

"Love is something that's made up to sell films, books and cards...Everything. Love is a business transaction, something that people buy into because they want to feel needed. It's not real." He blinked at you as you finally finished and you stared back at him,

"What?" You mumbled noticing that he was just watching you in complete silence. You knew it was stupid to give him the whole lecture but you needed him to know that there was never going to be anything between you.

"I'm going to prove to you, that none of that is true." He suggested, finishing the first course of food and waiting for you to do the same but you were giggling at the thought of him "proving you wrong." No one could change your mind about the fact that love was a facade.

"Chan, I would never fall "in love" with you," You told him, finishing your food and watching as the waiter came and took the plates away your eyes finding Chan's as he smiled warmly at you. Gone was the cocky man that thought you loved him and sitting in front of you was a warm smiling man who was going to make you feel better.

"You say that now, but we still have a whole night together yet, Princess," He told you but your heart had skipped a damn beat at the nickname and you stared away from him and shook your head.

"Nothing will ever happen between us."

The rest of the night was just as romantic as the dinner the two of you had, Chan took you to the pier to go and play some games where he could win you toys. Not to mention taking you to a photo booth to take plenty of photos with you. The two of you talked about everything and anything that came up and for a while, it started to feel as though you had a friend with you, instead of Bang Chan, a boy racer that had a player attitude.

"So who was it?" Chan asked as he spooned some ice cream into your mouth. It was pitch black outside except for the streetlight the two of you were standing under the outside of your hotel. It must have been almost two in the morning and you didn't even want to leave, which was shocking to you but you'd genuinely been enjoying your time with him. You knew what his question was about and you knew you weren't going to be able to avoid it forever so you let out a small sigh. The two of you had just driven back here when you noticed an ice cream stand was still open and it was your idea to eat together.

"A boy racer," You shrugged but he stared at you, feeding you more ice cream and shaking his head,

"I know that, but who?" He knew it had to have been a racer since that was who you held such a grudge against but he wanted names and numbers. He wanted to find the guy that had ruined the idea of love for you, he wanted to beat him to a pulp for hurting you.

"Why? What are you going to do? Beat him up?" You giggled, nudging him softly as he looked at you, his eyes scanning your face.

"Would that make you feel better if I did?" He reached his hand out, wiping some of the ice cream from your lip as you both stayed in silence, a small gasp leaving your throat when you felt some jolt of electricity from the contact of his hand.

"No." You laughed out, moving away from his touch and shaking your head. You weren't going to let yourself feel excited around Chan, this was all because of attraction, you needed to end this date right now and go home. The hotel was right there but yet you couldn't bring yourself to walk inside and get away from him, your body stayed near him as if you needed to be beside him all night.

"Besides...My brother already did. He isn't worth the time or energy to even think about anymore," You told him as you smiled weakly.

"And yet you waste time and energy on hating racers...hating on love," Chan stared at you as you moved away from him, folding your arms over your chest as you suddenly started to feel the cold air on your arms. Chan slid off his jacket and laid it over your shoulders.

"Because love isn't real, Chris." You stared up at him, he was centimetres in front of you and you could feel his breath on your face.

"You feel nothing for me?" He questioned, leaning closer to you, your faces so close you could practically smell the ice cream you'd been sharing with one another,

"N-Nothing." You stuttered out as he leaned closer, your eyes fluttering shut as your heart began to race against your chest. Butterflies exploded inside of your stomach and you hated how badly your body wanted him despite your heart knowing how much it hurt at the end of it all.

"Then why is your heart racing? Is your breath more shallow? You like me Yn, admit it..." He told you as he placed a small and gentle kiss on your cheek, pulling away as he stared at you trying to come to terms with what happened.

"You're wearing my colours and number tomorrow...Remember," He watched you and smiled. He wasn't going to kiss you tonight, he was going to leave you wanting him, craving him and most of all he was going to make you realise just how badly you wanted him.

"What?" You stuttered out, finally coming back to reality as you realised he was making his way back to his bike, watching you as you stayed in place just watching him. He was in a hotel down the road and he knew you could get to your hotel safely from here, but he would still watch until you went into the building he would never leave you vulnerable.

"For the next race and if I win...I get a kiss and you can tell me then that you feel nothing." He revved his engine before sliding on his helmet, you slowly turned on your heel and made your way to the building turning to look at him as he watched you disappear into the building.

Why was your heart still racing when you weren't near him? The thought of being with him made your whole heart sing and you hated her for betraying you like this. She knew exactly what it was like to be broken and here she was whoring herself out to the bike racer that threw himself at her. No. You weren't going to play into it, you weren't going to play into his games.

When the race had started Chan hadn't seen you anywhere in sight and again when the race had ended. Were you sick? It wasn't food poisoning, the two of you had eaten the same thing and he was perfectly fine this morning. As soon as he'd come across the finishing line in first place he'd hoped to see you waiting for him in his number and colours but you were nowhere in sight.

"Chris! Get your ass on the podium now!" His manager screamed out as Chan searched through the crowd that was congratulating him on his recent win, including your brother.

"Where's Yn?" Chan asked panicked, looking at your brother who was looking a little lost. He'd known about your date together since he'd been the one to help Chan plan it all. He thought Chan and you would be good together, even going as far as to try to put you together multiple times.

"She said she was staying home tonight, something about not feeling right?" Chan's smile dropped and he looked at his phone, he'd texted you that morning but it had been left on read which wasn't filling him with the most confidence. Had everything been in his head last night? Did you not feel the way he thought you did?

"Can I borrow-" Before Chan could finish asking for the hotel room key your brother was already holding it out for him and smirking.

"Go and surprise her, I didn't lose both races on purpose for nothing." Chan nodded and sprinted in the direction of his actual bike, ignoring the pleas of his manager to come and finish the photo ops.

Tears were filling the pillowcase as you cradled it into your chest, you'd barely stopped crying since you woke up that morning. Everything from the night before played in your mind as you thought about your date with Chan and the way you were feeling for him. It hurt to imagine being with him, you wanted it more than anything in the world but you couldn't deal with the hurt if it all went wrong.

"If I'd known I'd find a crying Princess I would have bought tissues," You shot up in the bed to see Chan staring back at you, he was still wearing his racing clothes and he appeared to be panting heavily.

"What are you doing here?" You grumbled, wiping your eyes as you tried to act as though you hadn't been sobbing but it was obvious that you had been. Even a blind person would be able to tell you'd been crying all morning,

"I came to get my prize." He threw his helmet down onto the sofa that was inside of your room and he knelt on the bed in front of you. You slowly knelt up and swallowed the lump in your throat. Did he beat your brother again?

"You won?" You sniffed as he nodded, his hand softly cupping both your cheeks in his hands as he used his thumb to wipe away the tears that were falling in front of him. The last thing he wanted was for you to cry over him.

"I did."

"And now you want a kiss." You remembered his statement from the night before, god, kissing him had been all you could think about the night before, even creeping into your dreams.

"And to tell me you feel nothing." He knew you wouldn't be able to, but he needed you to know it was an option, he wasn't going to force you to say you felt something if you truly didn't.

"Chris..."

"Just kiss me," He whispered, your faces inches away from one another before you slowly kissed him. At first, it was nothing but then all at once it was like something had exploded inside of you, fireworks, electricity, you felt everything all at once. Your arms slowly made their way to rest on his shoulders as you pulled him closer to you, your fingers sliding into his messy hair as you pressed yourself against him. The kiss deepened as you relaxed against him, a whimper leaving your lips. This was everything you could have imagined and more, everything the books wrote about and you hated that.

"Now...Now tell me you felt nothing," He told you as you slowly pulled away from one another. Your fingers touched your lips as you stared at him, shaking your head.

"I-I can't..." You whimpered, tears welling up in your eyes but he wasn't going to let you cry anymore.

"Because you felt something for me," He whispered, slowly pulling you into him again and looking down at you,

"I feel the same way too." He told you, pressing a simple kiss to your forehead as you let out a small whine.

"I'm scared, Chris." You admitted as you both sat down on the bed, your head coming to rest on your shoulder as he took your hand into his. His fingers slowly draw small invisible patterns onto your skin,

"I've got you, little lamb, I won't let anything happen to you."

"How do you know it'll work?" You questioned, your mind racing with everything that could go wrong but he tightened his grip on you.

"I don't...But I believe it will, I will make it work to the best of my ability." He knew you were going to try and talk yourself out of it and it was going to be his job to put your mind at ease.

"What if everything goes wrong?"

"I'll make everything right." He smirked cockily and you shoved against his chest.

"Do you have an answer for everything?"

"Yes." He smirked before you kissed him again softly.

Nothing was ever easy but Chan had kept to his word about making everything work and you had too. The two of you were two years going strong and the "Love" word had come up more times than you could count, something you'd eventually been able to say to him.

"I told you I could beat you," Chan told your brother as you placed the food down in front of them both, rolling your eyes as they began to debate their winnings together. It had come to light that your brother had let Chan win just so the two of you would date but even after that, Chan seemed to still win on occasion something the two of them would bicker about.

"I let you win." Your brother grumbled even though it wasn't true. On the final lap of the race, your brother had slid into a mud patch throwing off the game and he came dead last because of it.

"Erm, no you didn't. Babe, tell him he didn't let me win this one." You smirked at them both,

"You two can fight over it among each other. I'm going to eat my food in peace." You giggled before Chan tickled your sides and the boys continued to bicker back and forth with one another about everything that had happened that day and you smiled to yourself. As much as you hadn't used to believe in love, it was obvious to you now that it was real and you felt it, truly madly and deeply for your little boy racer.

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his-angell · 11 months

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worthy of my love. (c.bc)

plot; Chan loves you. He loves you more than anything in the world. During a late night pillow talk, he gushes about how much he loves you. But he also slips up with an admission that he feels he isn't worthy to have something as precious as your love.

paring; Christopher Bahng x fem!reader

genre; slight angst, fluff, comfort

word count; 1.0k

warnings; established relationship, self doubt, pet names, kissing, 3rd person

request; no

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Chan whined as he flopped down onto the bed. (y/n) giggled, already cuddled up in the fluffy white sheets. “This is my favorite part of the day.” Chan sighed. “Oh yeah? How come?” (y/n) raised an eyebrow at him. “I get to relax after a long day and cuddle with the love of my life.” Chan smiled as he crawled up the bed and got under the covers.

It was about three in the morning. Chan had gotten home from the studio around one. (y/n) had made him food and he showered. They ate and watched an episode of their show and now they were settling into bed. Chan grabbed her by the waist and gently yanked her closer, making her squeal a bit and giggle.

(y/n) cuddled her head into his warm chest as she closed her eyes. She threw her leg over his waist. “I have to admit, this is my favorite part of the day too..” She whispered. She was so comfortable in his arms. He held her close, his head resting back on the pillows. He hummed softly. He pursed his lips and looked down at her.

He used his free hand to gently comb her hair from her face. “I’m so in love with you, (y/n).” He whispered. He admired her face. She looked up at him with a smile. “And i’m in love with you too, Chan.” She giggled. Chan swallowed nervously. “I don’t think you know how much I appreciate you.” He whispered.

The woman shook her head a bit. “No, I know, love, trust me.” She snickered. But Chan wasn’t laughing.. She faltered a bit. “What's wrong, baby?” She sat up slightly. Chan looked at her with sad eyes. He let out a shaky breath. “I should be here for you more.” He said. (y/n) shook her head again. “You’re here all the time, though.” She said.

Chan sighed, sitting up and leaning his head on the headframe. “No, i’m not (y/n).. I’m working all the time. I barely ever have time for you.” He looked away from her. She shrugged. “You make time for me though. Plenty of it. I knew what I was getting into, Channie. I don’t regret any of it.” She said softly, trying to meet his eyes.

“I.. I’m sorry.” Chan's voice cracked. That had (y/n) sitting up immediately. “No, No, none of that.” She said. She moved to straddle his waist. She grabbed his face and made him look up. Her heart shattered at the tears that streaked the mans face. “Talk to me, Chan.” She whispered.

The man searched her eyes for any uncertainty. Any glimpse of something that said she didn’t really care. But he found none of it. Her eyes were filled with nothing but love and care. His lip trembled. “I don't deserve your love..” He cried, a sob breaking past his lips. (y/n) was slightly shocked. She had seen Chan cry before. He was very expressive with his emotions, but this seemed so much different.

She pulled his head into her chest, running her hands through his hair. Chan wrapped his arms around her waist and sobbed into her chest. (y/n) held him, softly hushing to him that it was okay. She would let him get his tears out. She knew he needed to release the feeling to feel better.

After a few minutes, she pulled his head back. There was a tear stain on the white shirt she wore. She took her thumbs to his cheeks, swiping away his tears. “Why do you think you’re unworthy of my love?” She said. Chan blinked a bit. He opened his mouth to speak but closed it after a second. “Think about it Chan.” (y/n) said, nodding softly. Chan let out a shaky breath.

“I just don’t feel.. Good enough for you.” He said. (y/n) nodded, humming for him to continue. “I’m always so busy with work. I don’t feel like i'm handsome enough for you. There's been so many times where I snapped at you after work, but i’m just tired. And I-” He was cut off by her hand going over his mouth.

She squinted at him. “Who do you think you are, huh?” She said. Chan furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “You have no right to be saying these things about yourself, Chan.” She said sternly. “But I-” He was cut off again. “No! Christopher, you are the most amazing person I could ever imagine being with.” She said. “I don’t care whether you’re handsome or not, which you are very handsome. But! Your love, and your loyalty is what I cherish.” She nodded.

“You are so talented, strong, pretty, beautiful, all of it. Everything about you is perfect.” She rambled. “I wish you could see yourself through my eyes, Jagi. Because you truly are such an amazing man.” She caught more stray tears that slid down his cheeks. “You are worthy of my love.” She said.

Chan sniffled, his eyes glossing over once more. “I’m sorry.” He whispered. (y/n) raised her eyebrows. “For what?” She asked. She always asked. Unless he gave her a solid reason to be sorry, she wouldn’t listen. They always went back and forth on apologies. They were both working on learning that they didn’t have to apologize for everything.

Chan licked his lips and sighed. He looked down. “For thinking bad about myself. Also for.. Thinking I don’t deserve your love.” His voice was quiet. The woman hummed, tilting his head up. “It’s okay, Channie.” She kissed his nose. “I love you. I love you so much. Nothing will ever stop me from loving you.” She kissed him softly. Chan kissed back, squeezing her waist.

He pulled away and looked into her eyes. “I love you too. More than anything in the whole world.” He said. She smiled. “I know, baby. Now let's get some rest, yeah? I’m going with you to practice in the morning. You need sleep so Minho doesn’t scold you for being so tired like last time.” She giggled. Chan nodded with a small chuckle.

They moved to lay down, Chan turning off the lamp before cuddling her close. “Thank you for loving me, (y/n).” He whispered. (y/n) hummed softly. “I will love you until the end of time.” She whispered sleepily. Chan chuckled softly, kissing her head and soon falling asleep with her in his arms.

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PLEASE DO A FLUFFY DALLAS X READER CUDDLING ONESHOT WHERE THEY JUST KISS AND CUDDLE AND LOVE EACHOTHER AND JUST FLUFFFF

Hello! Thank you for the request and I hope you enjoy <3 🤍

Warnings: fem!reader, fluff, kissing.

Oh, be my once in a lifetime

Though the muffled echo of Hank Williams playing downstairs from Buck’s bar was mildly irritating, especially at 10 p.m., the steady rhythm of Dallas’ heartbeat as y/n lay on his chest felt like home.

Dallas was running his fingers through her silky hair, his nails gently grazing her scalp, causing y/n to press herself closer to him.

“Feels nice.” She mumbled into his chest. He smirked slightly, glancing down at her, also loving how relaxing it felt to just lay like this after an exhausting day.

“Oh yeah?” His tone was half curious, half teasing.

“Mhm.” Y/n ran her cherry-red nails up his chest, reaching to play with his St. Christopher chain, twirling it between her fingers, admiring its faded silver, so worn out from being used as a lighter for his matches; she couldn’t deny that she found that habit sort of sweet and amusing, even though smoking was more than gross to her.

The tickle of her fingers against his chest sent a shiver through Dallas’ body, and he shifted slightly before reaching behind and pulling the chain off. Y/n sat up in confusion, gazing at his beautiful moonlit face, wondering what he was doing; maybe it was uncomfortable and he wanted to take it off.

“Come closer, doll.” He gestured towards her. She leaned in, and he placed the chain around her neck. The small action made her heart melt, and she reached up to touch it gently.

“Keep it; it tells all those other guys that you’re my girl.” Heat rose to her cheeks, leaving a rosy hue that Dallas found adorable.

“Thanks Dal.” His hands found their place on his waist, and he pulled her back onto him, but this time capturing her lips in a soft kiss. She smiled and hummed into the kiss, their lips gliding over each other so perfectly y/n could have sworn she felt her heart jump in her chest. They finally pulled away breathless, lips swollen and hair mussed.

Dallas pulled her in even closer, his back resting on the oak headboard of his bed, with her straddling his stomach, and he could feel the warmth of her soft cotton pyjamas on his bare skin.

Reaching for his Christopher, he used it to tug her in once more. Y/n let out a small laugh as he did so, and Dallas couldn’t help but smile too, her laughter so adorable and contagious. He kissed her more passionately this time, running his rough hands along her smooth skin, feeling every curve and dip that he was determined to memorise for as long as he lived.

Suddenly, she pulled away with an irritated huff.

“What’s wrong?” His brows were knit together as he tried to figure out what was bothering her.

“It’s that stupid music.” She pouted,

“It’s ruining our moment.” He laughed at her comment, not totally disagreeing with her; however, when she attempted to get up to play something on the little radio he had in his room, Dallas was quick to wrap his arm around her waist and playfully yank her back to him. Laughing, y/n tried to pull away from him, desperately wanting to change the music, but he was much stronger than her, and he flipped them over so he was hovering over her, the both of them laughing.

“Dallas stop! I need to get up.”

“No way, you’re warm, and I don’t want you to.”

“Stop being silly; I’ll be back in one second.” She stuck her tongue out at him. At this, Dallas began to tickle her sides, causing her to burst out into breathless giggles and squeals as she squirmed beneath him.

“Stop! I promise I won’t get up!”

“Promise?”

"Yes, I promise.” He began to pepper her face with small kisses, still set on teasing her as much as he could, loving the sound of her laughter and the sweet taste of her lips. Dallas lay down beside her and pulled her in close to him, but as he adjusted his position slightly, y/n took this as a chance to sneak out of his grasp and run towards the radio, flicking on a random station, leading the room to be filled with a Beach Boys song.

“There. much better.” What she didn’t realise is that Dallas was standing right behind her, and as she began to turn around, he swiftly lifted her off the ground as if she weighed nothing.Her heart was racing in her chest.

"Hey, you promised.” Y/n bit down on her lip, holding in a grin. Moments like these with him were the best. Moments where they could just be themselves together. She tucked a loose lock of hair behind his ear and gave him a long, deep kiss, wrapping her legs around him, tugging on his hair softly as he gripped her thighs.

“You’re forgiven.” He whispered as he led her back to the bed, so they could lay together again.

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trilliwarner · 7 months

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everything's fine 🍂

in which: chris sturniolo is your best friends and he's having some doubts about the future

pairing: chris sturniolo × f!reader

warnings: fluffy, kissing, a bit sad(?)

author's note: hiii! this is my first one, so it's probably kinda bad, but whatever. plus, english is not my first language, so please don't judge. hope you guys enjoy it!!!

"are you going to a party tonight?" i see my mother pass by the mirror in front of me, as she is putting some of my clothes on top of the dresser.

"no, why?" i look at her strangely from the mirror, without then turning around.

"you're taking so long to get ready, longer than usual. then i thought you're going to a party" she stands beside me.

"ah, no" i say merely without specifying anything else.

"so where are you going?" she gives a small smile "are you going out with the triplets? do you have to see christopher?". my mom has had this fixation since i've known the triplets, so practically forever, and she thinks there's something going on between chris and me.

"mom" i say stretching out the 'o' of the name, embarrassed.

"what is it, honey?" she giggles, playing dumb.

"go now, i have to finish getting ready" and without another word she leaves the room.

although my mom teased me, she's right. i have to go to nick, matt, and chris's house. especially for chris, but this would probably be best kept quiet.

"okay, mom, i'm going out" i say by now downstairs. i retrieve my house keys and say goodbye to her.

"don't be too late!" she recommends before i finally leave the house and close the door behind me.

i walk down the few steps of the driveway with my head down and make my way to my friends' house.

*****

ding dong, i ring the doorbell.

opening to me is nick, wearing a chef's apron. "hi y/n, welcome!" he gives me a gentle hug and then lets me into the house.

"hello beautiful" matt greets me from the living room with a smile.

"hello matt" i throw him a flying kiss and he playfully catches it with his hand and locks it in his palm.

"chris!" yells matt "y/n has arrived!"

"coming!" we hear chris shout from another room.

"what are we planning to do tonight?" i ask not aimed at anyone in particular.

"i'm making cookies" says nick, licking a finger to clean it of the dough "we could watch a movie?" he proposes.

"that's fine with me," i reply.

"i'll pick it, though!" says matt immediately, throwing himself on the couch to grab the remote before someone else does it before him.

i don't have time to retort that i am immediately drawn in by another voice. chris. "hey" chris smiles at me as he sees me. he walks over to me and pulls me into a hug "how are you?"

"alright, chris, you?" i smile too.

"i'm fine" he replies.

"okay, okay, good" he starts to say nick "lovebirds, it's okay, break away" he continues "chris come here and help me".

before breaking away from the hug he leaves a quick kiss in my hair, then joins nick in the kitchen while i join matt in the living room.

"chosen what are we going to watch?" i sit next to him, resting my head on his shoulder. he nods his head yes.

"but tell me about it" he makes to change the subject "with chris?" he looks at me.

"with chris, what?" i take the remote control in my hand and start playing with it.

"i mean" he says "between you and chris, is there something going on?"

"mh, no" i reply vaguely "why?"

"i don't know" he shrugs "it seems so" he returns his gaze to the television and neither of us adds anything else.

*****

after a good hour of watching the movie i hear chris mumble something. "what did you say?" i turn in his direction and whisper so as not to disturb the others.

"nothing" he mumbles again.

"what did you say?" i repeat, still referring to before.

"only feel like having a pepsi" rightly.

"who would have thought it" i giggle.

"shh!" admonishes nick, turning a glare on me.

"sorry, sorry" i say in a low voice. "go get one" i turn to chris, then return my attention to the screen.

not even a second later chris gets up from the couch - his obsession with pepsi is impossible to stop, it's insatiable - only he looks a little discouraged. matt and nick look at me questioningly, and i just say "he wants a pepsi" with a shrug. the two of them shake their heads and go back to watching the movie.

i take a quick glance at both of them, and i notice that matt gives me like a nod as if he has already understood my intentions. i get up pretending that i have to go to the bathroom, so that chris won't find out right away. as i pass by the kitchen i stop and see chris with a can of pepsi in his hand who is looking at the empty space in front of him.

"why don't you go back?" i ask, but he doesn't answer me. i go next to him and wait for him to say something, but nothing. he just lets out a loud sigh. "are you sure you're okay?" i look at him.

"yeah" he nods once "i'm just sleepy, i've had very little sleep tonight" he gives a tugged smile, trying to convince me that everything is fine.

"chris..." i say softly, moving back in front of him.

"do you mind if it's just the two of us here for a while?" he asks, but without making eye contact with me "the other two are too focused on watching the movie anyway."

"sure" i say "no problem."

in truth it's not true that there's no problem, i'm worried about chris. he's aloof today. something has happened for sure.

during moments of silence i move over and sit with my legs dangling over the countertop. chris takes a sip from the can and then stands in front of me. he lays the can down beside me, spreads my legs slightly and stands between them resting his hands on the sides of my thighs.

"chris" i call his attention, at which point he looks at my face. his eyes are off. "will you tell me what's going on, please? what's wrong?" i take off the red hat on his head and put it on myself.

he snorts and shakes his head. "i don't know" he lowers his head until it rests on my chest, moving both hands to my hips, and then he lets out another sigh. "i don't know what's going on" he adds.

i slowly stroke his hair. "you're sad, chris. it's not like you to be like this" i say "there must be something wrong if you're like this. don't make me worry".

"really, i don't know" he repeats and lifts his head up returning to look at me "it's kind of like that" he continues "i'm just not in the picture, that's all".

"oh, chris" i start to say "that's it? what's going on in your damn head?"

a few seconds pass before he decides to give an answer. "i happen to think that sooner or later all this, maybe, will be gone" he says "the stuff with matt and nick, the videos and the fans, my relationship with you. all of this seems too good to be true" he explains.

i sigh, continuing to look him in the eyes. does he really think about these things? "listen to me" i say "i'm not sure things will stay the way they are now, but i'm sure we'll all do everything to make sure we don't grow apart over the years, that we don't drift apart" i continue "i get to think about it too, but, chris, i try not to let that thought wallow in me. i try to think more about what we have now and how, over time, that can only get better. and that's what you need to do too" i say, trying to calm him down.

"okay" he says "alright".

"chris" i call him again "you know that if you need me, i'm always here. i'm not going anywhere without you guys, without you" i say, marking that 'you' more.

"and now come here" i then add. i spread my arms wide and he immediately pulls me into one of his amazing hugs.

he starts to leave me a few little kisses here and there and, in between them, occasionally murmurs a "thank you."

i chuckle slightly, feeling chris' kisses on my chreks. "chris" i murmur at one point.

"hmm?" he mutters as he returns to look at me, though staying very close to my face.

we peer carefully into each other's eyes, trying to guess who will be the one to take the first step between the two. we both know that this first step will be there.

a few seconds later, he is the one who moves. he comes even closer to me and with a quick jerk he is on my lips. with a gesture he drops behind my back his hat that i had on my head until just now, while i immediately and completely let go of the kiss without even thinking about it several times. i push myself further forward so that i feel more contact with him. his hands are still on my hips, while i bring my arms behind the back of his head, touching his hair.

he passes his tongue over my lips, as if asking my permission to deepen the kiss, and i don't hesitate to give him the go-ahead. and as soon as our tongues make contact i immediately feel the taste of pepsi invade my mouth. it's pleasant. more than pleasant.

"guys, what's taking you so lon-" we both gasp at hearing matthew's voice and surprised we instantly pull away, red in the face and with swollen lips. remaining close, however.

in embarrassment i rest my head in the crook of chris's neck as he turns to his brother who is still here with us.

"oops... sorry," he says under his breath, "did i interrupt something?" he chuckles. no matt, do you think so? quiet, you didn't interrupt anything at all!

"fuck, matt!" chides him chris, holding back a smile though "go away!"

"yes, yes, i'm leaving" and then i hear the sound of matt's footsteps, not before i hear a "I knew it!".

chris turns back to me and i return my gaze to him, at which point we both burst out laughing.

"that was pretty embarrassing," i say between laughs.

"I knew it would happen sooner or later" he admits.

"the kiss or matt seeing us?" i ask, intrigued by this statement.

he pretends to think about it and then replies "both."

"oh yeah?"

"mh mh" he looks at me and nods before pulling us closer and kissing me again.

"okay, okay" i let our lips touch again but then i rest a hand on his chest and gently push him away "before someone else discovers us there."

"right" he pulls away, though reluctantly. "well then" he starts to say "i'm going back to the living room".

"yes" i nod and get off the table "i'm going to go to the bathroom for a moment and then i'll join you".

"okay" he says and then disappears toward the living room.

i remain a few moments befuddled staring at the exact spot where he disappeared, thinking about what just happened. only, without even almost noticing, i feel chris' lips settle on mine again to leave me with a quick kiss in the form of a smirk.

#sturniolo #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #love #Spotify #sturniolo fluff #chris sturniolo x reader #christopher sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo

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ihave-atummyache · 7 months

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do u like chase atlantic?

Stray Kids Imagine

OT8

summary: chase atlantic x skz

NSFW!!! drugs, alcohol, sex, toxicity

trigger warnings: abuse of drugs a little bit, use of recreational drugs but not much emphasis on exactly what drug.

angsty, fluffy, toxic, some sweetness

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(u don’t have to know the song to understand the story)

Bang Chan- OHMAMI

Call Maria, lets get drunk

I haven't been out for a month

Got a two-liter in the back and another bottle in the trunk

Columbian gold in the front seat

The foreign girls showing me love

Telling your friends that you hate me

But I know that you can't get enough

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"Come on, Chris. You haven't went out with us in weeks! We're in America, for Christ's sake. We're destined to have a good time," Felix whines at the foot of Chan's bed. He glances up at Felix from his computer than back down. The use of the name “Chris” definitely catches his attention.

"If I go out, will you leave me alone all day tomorrow so I can get this done?" he raises his eyebrows at his younger friend who rolls his eyes in response.

"Yes… Well, probably not. But Scout's honor," he holds up three fingers before continuing, "I will try by best," he smiles and Chan can't help but to laugh.

"America is rubbing off on you. Fine. Let me get ready," Chan closes the laptop and Felix bounds out of the room, excited to tell Han and Hyunjin that he finally got Chan to come out.

What he wasn't expecting when he walked into the club, was seeing you. A familiar face but on a stranger. The same girl he had been practically obsessed with for the entire American leg of their last tour.

You were different though. Expensive jewelry hung from your neck and adorned your delicate wrists and fingers. What have you been doing since he last saw you? What had you been doing for the last year since you two parted ways.

He know it was no more than a hookup that he had gotten unreasonably close to but still, you had a hold on him that was unexplainable. He dragged you on the tour with them for the duration of the rest of the American portion then, he practically ghosted you.

"Y/n?" His voice fills your ears, his accent thick with every letter of your name. You snap your head towards him, your eyes locking with his. Before you can reply, however, a girl steps in front of him, drawing his attention from you for just long enough for you to slide off the bar stool and disappear into the dancing crowd.

"Why the fuck is he here?" You speak to yourself and an arm is slung over your shoulder, stopping you from taking anymore steps. You turn your head and meet eyes with the guy you came here with.

"Where are you going?" he questions, a slight slur in his voice. After seeing Chan, this guy suddenly seems far less appealing. He doesn’t have the sexy accent or the kind eyes. Hell, his body isn’t even half as godly as Chan’s.

"This asshole I haven't seen in a year just happened to be at this bar. I can't stand him. Just seeing him makes me wanna hurl," you grumble and run your hand through your hair before turning to your date.

"Wanna dance?" You question but before he can reply, someone has their hand wrapped around your wrist and is pulling you to the edge of the crowd. You look down and recognize the cuban link bracelet instantly. Chan.

You let him pull you until you're outside of the club then you finally snatch your wrist from his grip. You bring it up to your chest, rubbing slightly at the dull string.

"What the hell? I'm literally here on a date! What could you possibly want?" you exclaim and he takes a deep breath before turning to face you.

"Why did you run from me?" His voice is gentle, it almost has an undertone of guilt in it. Good. He should be guilty.

"Fuck you, Christopher. You fucked my head up. You fucked my heart up and you fucked me up. I'll never be the same because of you," you spit at him and take a step towards him, closing the space.

"Y/n. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"

"Oh, please, shut the hell up. It's too late," you growl at him and turn towards the parking deck where your car is. Honestly, just him being here was enough to ruin your night and you wanted nothing more than to just go home.

"Y/n, wait. Baby, please. Can we just talk about it?"

"There's nothing to talk about, Chris. I hate you. I'm sure you know that by now. Seeing as the amount of my friends that you reached out to while trying to contact me," you reach your car quickly, luckily you parked on the first level.

Chan freezes when he sees your car. Ferrari? Since when have you been able to afford this? He approaches the other side of the car at the same time you unlock it and pulls the door open.

His eyes practically fall from his head when he sees what's sitting in the front seat of the car. Was that... drugs? Had you been selling drugs?

The expensive jewelry, the expensive car, the suspicious and sleazy looking man you were with.

"Are you a drug dealer? What the fuck?" His voice is much louder than it should be and you quickly get into the driver side of the car.

"Shut up, you idiot. You want to call the police and tell them about it too? Fuck off," you snap at him and reach across the car, pulling the door closed and locking them before pulling out the parking spot and leaving him in the vacant place.

Did he really fuck you up this bad?

Lee Know- Church

And I'll keep leading you on

If you keep leading me into your room

The drinks are all gone

But that's fine, baby, so am I

I'm about to take you back to church

Well, tell me your confessions, baby, what's the worst? Yeah

Baptise in your thighs 'til it hurts

'Cause I'm about to take you back to church

I'll keep you up until the sunset

Speaking in tongues, yeah, we ain't done yet, yeah

"Y/n, you sound like an idiot. He's a dog. You're being just as naïve as all the other girls he has led on!" You friend exclaims and you turn away from her to glance down at your phone again.

minho: can I come over?

You let out a sigh. Maybe she's right. Maybe it was just because of the amount of wine you had been drinking but you suddenly found the confidence to just leave him on read.

"I just feel like I need him so bad. I can't explain it but... I don't know. Maybe I am an idiot," you trail off and drop back on the bed, the half empty bottle of wine tight in your grip.

"He's just no good. You need to give him a taste of his own medicine! He's toxic! He want you at his every beck and call and you always reply. Maybe if you just-" she gets cut off when your phone starts ringing loudly between the two of you.

You grab your phone from the bed and pull it up to your face before letting out a groan. You slide the phone and press answer, putting it on speaker phone.

"Come open the door," Minho's deep voice echoes out of the phone's speaker before you can say a word and you peak over at your best friend, who is just as confused as you.

"Minho I didn't say you could come over," you reply and he scoffs on the other side of the line, obviously annoyed with your lack of cooperation.

"Baby, I've been drinking. Just let me in so I don't have to drive drunk. I'll sober up and leave. I'm already here and my place is too far. Plus, I can't find a ride right now," You groan and sit up in the bed. When you throw your legs over the side and stand, you feel much more warm and fuzzy than you did when you were laying down.

"Lucky for you, it appears I'm a bit buzzed too," You grumble out and then hang up the phone.

"Don't seriously tell me you're letting that asshole in our house," your best friend complains from beside you and you let out a laugh at her face.

"Okay. This is the last time. I'm seriously done after this. I just need to get his magic mouth and fingers and co-"

"Okay! Stop. I don't need the visual right now. Just get to the point," your best friend cuts you off and you chuckle, walking towards the front door and she follows you.

"It's gonna be like goodbye sex. It's just so good..." you trail off and then exhale deeply before pulling your front door open. You hear your best friend mumble something along the lines of “all this to get your dick wet” behind you, but you don’t comment on her statement. Minho looks heavenly, leaning on the wall across from your apartment door and chewing on what looks like a straw from the bar.

"Hi," you breathe out and he pushes off the wall to walk towards you. You move to the side to let him in and he slings and arm over your shoulder before eyeing your best friend.

"Hey," the smug smirk on his face is enough to make you roll your eyes and she narrows her eyes at him. They aren't too fond of each other and both know it.

"Oh fuck off, Minho and fuck you," she spits at him and he chuckles. You start guiding him towards your room and he looks at your best friend again with that cocky smirk.

"The only one getting fucked tonight is y/n," he replies, wiggling his eyebrows at her.

"Minho!" You object before pushing him into your room and slamming the door behind you. He really is shitty and you know it but God, the things he can do with his body and the way he looks is just heavenly.

He walks to your bed before plopping down and laying back. You slowly approach the bed and he glances over at you.

"Sit on my face, princess. I've been thinking about your pussy on my tongue all night. I need your thighs on either side of my head while I drown in you," he says it so nonchalantly, letting out a sigh but you just stare at him for a moment before he glances back at you.

"Come on, baby. I know you want to leave me. Let me prove to you how I can worship this body like no other man will be able to. Let me make you want to stay," he's practically begging which is very uncharacteristic of him and you approach him slowly. He sits up when you reach him and reaches towards you, pulling your shorts down your legs.

He gently kisses up your thigh before planting two more on either one of your hip bones. He grips your hips, his thumbs rubbing over the same spot his lips just were. He begins to fall back again, pulling you with him until he has pulled you over his face.

"The only thing I want you to remember is my name. If that means making you cum over and over until the sun comes up, then that's what I'll do," his voice is low and he suddenly pulls you down, his warm mouth making contact with your pussy that he has been craving all night.

Changbin- Friends

And what the hell were we?

Tell me we weren't just friends

This doesn't make much sense, no

But I'm not hurt, I'm tense....

"Binnie? are you home?" Your voice cracks over the phone and Chnagbin immediately sits up in the chair at your tone.

"I'm at the studio. What's going on? Are you alright?" His voice is full of concern and you feel more tears well up behind your eyes.

"Even closer. Is it okay if I come see you? Just for a little bit. I..." you trail off, taking a deep breath, "I have had a bad night and I just want to see you," your voice softens and he feels a small smile make its way to his face.

"Of course. I'll meet you in the lobby," he confirms and stands from his chair to make his way down to where he knows you're walking in. It'll be easier for him to guide you in personally since you don't have a visitor pass.

When the elevator dings, your head immediately snaps towards the sound. Changbin walks off the elevator, looking the epitome of relaxed and sexy. You gulp as you let your eyes drag down the shirt around his buff arms.

"Have you been crying?" His voice echos in your head as he closes the gap between you two. You reach up and gently touch your cheek. You find dry residue, obvious evidence of tears. When had you cried? You know you wanted to but you didn’t realize that you actually had.

"I guess I have been," you reply, your voice completely deflated and he wraps his arms around your shoulders tightly. You don't have the energy to hug him back and instead let out a sigh, allowing your head to fall into his neck.

You close your eyes and take a deep inhale. His scent instantly invades your senses and relaxes you. You have been best friends for years and sometimes just being with him is enough to calm you.

"Come on," he wraps an arm around your shoulders and guides you to the elevator. The entire ride is silent. You were completely caught in your head by your own thoughts. You barely even notice when you're gently guided to sit on the couch. Changbin sits beside you and grabs your hands in your lap, making you turn to face him.

He closes the few inches in front of you and presses his lips to yours. You sigh into the familiarity of the kiss and let your hands squeeze his tighter.

"Y/n, what happened? You can tell me," he whispers, carefully choosing his words in case you start crying again.

"Do you think I'm a slut?" you ask suddenly and he immediately drops his eyebrows to a furrow, shaking his head.

"What are you…" he cuts himself off and you run your hand through your hair messily, letting out a low cuss under your breath as more angry tears spring to your eyes.

"I was on a date and this guy... fuck! And this guy tried to kiss me. I swerved it and he went off on me. Telling me about how he only asked me on a date for some ass. Claiming that I fucked his friend last week and- why are you looking at me like that?" You interrupt yourself when you notice how tense Changbin has become.

"You fucked someone else? You went on a date?" Changbin questions, suddenly becoming much more angry than he was before he said the words out loud.

"Yes? Why wouldn't I?" He snatches his hands from yours and stands, walking towards his desk and leaning over it. He slams his fist down, making a few pencils drop to the ground and making you jump from your spot behind him.

"Binnie, are you-"

"Don't." He whips his body around to face you, pointing an accusatory finger at you, "Don't fucking call me that. What the fuck, y/n? We have been fucking each other for months. How many other people were you fucking?" His voice is suddenly loud and you're sure it would be echoing throughout the hallway if you weren't in the studio.

"Wait... Changbin. We're best friends. It isn't supposed to be exclusi-"

"Best friends.” he scoffs before continuing, “Maybe you are a slut. One cock isn't enough for you that you had to go let yourself be fucked by however many other people?" His words are laced with venom and you blink at him a few times before standing up and grabbing your bag.

"Fuck you, Changbin." You spit out before storming from the room.

Hyunjin- HEAVEN AND BACK

She's high

She lives in the sky

Tonight, she's satisfied

Rolling back her eyes

But then she starts to cry

Everything is turning to black

All in one night

She just went to heaven and back

"Fuck, Jinnie. Don't stop," you moan out, pushing your friend(?) and his heavenly tongue deeper between your legs. His tongue had been ravishing for what felt like hours but also felt so good, like nothing you have ever felt before. Although it felt like hours, it had only been a few minutes.

His licks a long stripe up your sopping cunt before kissing up your body and stops at your nipples, taking one into his mouth and using his fingers to play with the other.

"N-no more teasing. Just fuck me already. Please?" you whimper out and he chuckles pushing back onto his heels and lining himself up with your entrance. His slowly pushes in, causing you both to let out a groan at the feeling.

"Fuck, darling. You feel so fucking good wrapped around me," he groans out, his head falling back in pure pleasure and absolute ecstasy. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he slowly picks up the pace.

Suddenly, he bottoms out and you yelp, immediately beginning to shake at the feeling. It was borderline painful but you also felt so full and it’s felt so good.

"Yeah. You like that, don't you?" he asks again and you nod mindlessly, already feeling like you've reached the clouds. Hyunjin feels like he could die a happy man, completely content being balls deep in your perfect cunt, made just for him.

He drops to his elbows on either side of your head and you instinctively wrap your own arms around his neck. He grabs your chin and gently pulls your face towards him, making your eyes pop open. His eyes meet yours and then he suddenly stops, complete silence falling in the air.

"Are you high?" he suddenly asks and you blink at him a few time, opening your mouth to reply but he sits up, falling back onto his heels and pulling out of you. You shiver at the loss of warmth and sit up on your elbows to look at him.

"Hyunjin, it isn't-"

"Don't tell me it isn't what I think. I see you more fucked up than sober nowadays, fuck. Do you not see that you have a fucking problem? I ask you to be sober for one fucking night and you can't even do it. This is pitiful, y/n," his voice is full of anger and you don't even think he notices the way he's switching between languages, making your brain spin.

"Baby, pick a language. I can't follow what you're saying," you sit up and reach forward to cup his cheek but he pulls away from your touch, stands, and pulls his pants up his legs then his hoodie over his head.

You feel the tears immediately come to your eyes and start to pour down your cheeks. You don’t even really know why you’re crying. Maybe it’s because this moment between the two of you got ruined or maybe it’s because you can tell how pissed he is at you.

"Baby what are you-"

" 'Baby, this. Baby, that'. Just stop talking. Stop. Fucking. Talking," His voice raises and more tears pour from your eyes. You hurriedly grab the t shirt you were wearing from the floor, which happens to be his, and pull it over your head.

"I don't understand why you're so mad. This doesn't have anything to do with you! It doesn't effect you," your voice is slightly shaky but you finish the sentence nonetheless, making him scoff and run his hands down his face.

"Because I fucking love you. I love you more than anything and I want you to love yourself even half as much as I do," his voice is quieter again and you bring your face down to your hands as the tears keep pouring from your eyes.

"Why are you crying?" His voice breaks you from your quiet sobs and you look up. He's already looking at you, an unreadable expression on his face.

"Are you leaving me?" you ask quietly and he sighs, looking at the door then back at you again.

"We aren't together. How could I leave someone I never had in the first place," he walks towards you and tilts your chin up. He uses his sleeves to wipe the tears from your soaked cheeks and you just look up at him, eyes bloodshot and dilated.

"I'm so disappointed in you, angel. I thought I meant more to you than your substances but it seems I can't compete," a sad smile covers his face and he exhales gently before leaning down and pressing a kiss to your forehead. You quickly reach out and wrap your arms around his waist.

"You do, Jinnie. I'm okay. I promise. I can stop when I want," you swear to him but he doesn't reply. He grabs both of your arms from behind his back and pries you off of him before taking a few steps back.

"I'll wait for you, y/n. In the future, when you love yourself, come find me," he replies before turning and walking towards the door. You quickly throw yourself from the bed and chase after him.

"Hyunjin! Wait! I-I-" you're interrupted by your front door slamming shut in front of your face.

Han- Meddle About

Cause it's not just a figure of speech

You got me down on my knees

It's getting harder to breathe out

We only met each other just the other day

But you already got me feeling some type of way

Now if I could figure it out

I'd take you back to my house

So we could meddle about

Jisung's breath hitches in his throat when he sees you at the bar. His heart immediately starts pounding in his chest and he turns away, locking eyes with Chan next to him.

"That's her. She's right there at the bar, hyung. What do I do?" Jisung feels like his heart might actually leap out of his chest. Chan glances over at the bar but he can't figure out exactly who Jisung is talking about.

"Leather skirt. Mesh shirt," Jisung whispers to Chan, still not turning to look at you. Chan can't stop the chuckle from falling from his lips.

"You really are down bad. You looked at her for a total of 3 seconds and know exactly what she has on. Any other details you noticed?" he teases and nudges Jisung but he's too thrown off to realize Chan is joking.

"Red lipstick, red hair clip," he adds on and Chan's mouth drops open. He's never seen his friend so infatuated over a girl in all their years of knowing each other. What had you done to him?

"Would it freak you out if I said she's heading this way or would that be a good thing?" Chan leans over to whisper to his friend. Jisung's eyes grow wide but before he can reply, your honey voice rips through the music at the club.

"Hi, Jisung. It's good to see you," your voice went straight to his cock and he can't help remembering all the filthy things you had said to him the other night. The things you were whispering in his ear while he was balls deep in you.

"H-Hi. How are you?" He clears his throat and you giggle, sitting yourself down next to him as your friend sits on the other side of Chan, making a friend of her own to give you and Jisung a bit more privacy.

"I've been thinking about you," he suddenly blurts out and instantly regrets it when your perfect eyebrows shoot up in surprise but the look is instantly replaced with a smug smirk.

He's so fucking cute.

"Oh? What have you been thinking about?" you inquire and wrap your lips around your straw. Jisung can't stop himself of looking. He remembers the way those same lips were wrapped around him. The way he was down your throat. The way your perfectly manicured hands were rubbing him in a way in which nobody had, not even himself.

He gulps deeply and glances at your eyes again. Your’s are already trained on his. His big, sparkly, chocolate, doe eyes had you in a chokehold like no other. You wanted nothing more than to bring him to tears again and he wanted nothing more than for you to bring him to tears again.

"Everything. You've invaded my mind," he suddenly confesses, a bit of a dazed look in his eyes. You let out a light chuckle as you lean over, placing your glass on the table. Jisung's eyes trail over your back and then he finally eyes your legs, stunning thighs and calves. He wants to worship you so badly, show you exactly how you should be treated.

"Oh really? Does it bother you that I've invaded your mind?" you ask, sweetly before resting your hand on his knee. You turn towards him and rest your other arm on the back of the couch, letting your head fall into your hand. You look almost bored, not entertained by Jisung in the slightest but you know that the slick in your panties was an indicator of just how much this boy had also invaded your mind.

He gulps again and adjusts in his seat. You let your hand fall from your head and reach forward, gently playing with the longer hair at the base of his skull.

"As pretty as you are, my Jisungie, I asked you a question," you speak up and let your hand gently trail up the back of his head until your fingers dig into his head and you tug on his hair, rough enough that it definitely hurt but not rough enough for anyone to notice.

"Do you like that I have invaded your mind, my pretty boy?" you ask again and scoot closer, placing a wet kiss to his throat. You pull away and the slight red residue from your lipstick makes you smile to yourself.

"Yes. I like it," he replies and you look up into his glazed over eyes again before releasing your grip slightly in his hair and your other hand makes it's way up his thigh more before brushing lightly against his bulge. His takes a sharp inhale of breath and you chuckle.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, mommy," his reply is instant and almost pathetic. Gosh, you want nothing more than to just have him on his knees for you again, begging to eat your pussy.

Felix- Consume

She said, "Careful, or you'll lose it"

But girl, I'm only human

And I know there's a blade where your heart is

And you know how to use it

And you can take my flesh if you want, girl

Felix knows she isn’t his. That doesn’t stop him from feeling green (GREENGREEN lol) with jealousy. Seeing you wrapped around someone else, your tongue down some strangers throat that he has never seen before.

“Lix, calm down,” Hyunjin’s voice sounds from behind him but Felix doesn’t even pay the man a glance.

“It’s not fair. She’s mine,” Felix groans out and Hyunjin pats him on the back before looking over to Minho with a ‘help me’ look in his eyes. Minho clears his throat before leaning towards the pair so they can hear him over the party’s music.

“If she’s your’s, then why are his hands all over her ass?” Minho’s voice is casual and Hyunjin swears he could have slapped him in that moment.

“You dumbass! That isn’t what he needs to hear!” Hyunjin practically yells but after at his older friend, though it’s all background noise to Felix. He stands abruptly and marches over to you. He puts his hands in the back of your jeans and pulls you away from the man who is standing dazed by your lips.

“Piss off, mate,” Felix’s voice is full of anger and jealousy and the man blinks at him once before scurrying away. You let your body lay back slightly, resting against Felix’s chest. His hand instinctively wraps around your waist and his hand splays possessively across ur stomach.

“Lixie. I’ve missed you,” as soon as your voice makes it’s way to his ears, he feels like he could melt into you. You have him absolutely wrapped around your finger and you know it. He knows that you know it and just lets you use him in whatever way you want.

“You have a funny way of showing it,” he pulls you tighter against him, “Who the hell was that?” Felix’s deep voice rings through your ear and he places a gently kiss just below your ear.

“Mm. Forgot. I just wanted your attention,” you confess and push back against Felix, your ass bumping against his cock, begging to be in you.

“Well you have it. I should fuck you right here so you remember who you belong to, sweet girl,” he grumbles into your ear before sucking slightly on the same spot he had just kissed, leaving a hickey, marking his territory.

“Oh, my love, you know I don’t belong to anyone but myself. We’ve been over this,” you turn in his arms and wrap your arms around his neck. He tucks both of his hands in the back pockets of your jeans as you make eye contact.

You reach up and tuck his hair gently behind his ear before leaning in and pressing your lips against his, he immediately kisses you back and licks the seam of your lips, asking for entrance. You let his tongue into your mouth and he immediately pulls away.

He can taste a liquor on your breath that he knows for a fact you don’t like, then he remembers why he stormed over here in the first place.

“I can taste that fucker on your breath,” he growls out and you chuckle, only making him angrier.

“Oh, I’m sorry honey. Do you want me to brush my teeth or are you just going to kiss me until all his taste is gone? It’s your choice,” you reply and twist his hair around your fingertips gently.

He probably looks pitiful right now to any onlookers. He probably looks like some guy who is completely whipped by a girl that doesn’t even want him and just had her tongue down some different guy’s throat. But honestly, Felix couldn’t care less.

He presses his lips against yours again and you kiss for a few minutes before you grab his hand and place it over your racing heart.

“If I give you a piece of this, will you be careful with it?” You ask, touching your forehead against his before pulling back and looking into his eyes again.

“Give me the whole thing and I promise I won’t lose it. I’ll be careful,” he swears, no trace of a smile on his face.

He wants nothing more than to have just a tiny corner of your heart since you were already taking up the entirety of his.

Seungmin- Tidal Wave

Passion drippin' off the wall, baby

Damn, you make it easy

And drop a little acid on our tongues, baby

We can make it freaky

Don't you think about turning the lights out

I want them to see this

And I say fuck the rules and let 'em find out

But that's just how I'm feelin'

“S-slow down (wink). I c-can’t stay quiet like this,” you whimper out but your boyfriend doesn’t listen. Instead, he leans forward, his chest pressed to your back and his cock impossibly deep in you.

You can’t stop the groan that leaves your mouth, a mix of pleasure and pain forcing the noise from you. He places a kiss on the back of your shoulder then sits up again. His hands gently rub down the arch of your back. The beauty that is you is truly out of this world and he can’t help but just look sometimes.

“Minnie, move,” your voice is whiny and Seungmin lets out a deep chuckle behind you.

“I thought you wanted me to slow down. Now you want me to speed up? Needy little thing, aren’t ya?” his voice is laced with a condescending tone and you clench around him. He suddenly pulls out completely and in one quick motion he flips you to your back and scoots down the bed, his head between your legs.

“What are you doing?” you question, your voice slightly shaky from the constant teasing.

“What do you think I’m doing? I’m going to eat this pretty little pussy until you have no choice but to scream for me,” He raises his eyebrows at you as a blush radiated up your neck and to your face.

“But… they’ll hear. They’ll know,” you whisper shout at him. His band mates were scattered throughout the house. If you get quiet enough, you could hear them. From what you could tell, two of them seemed to be playing some kind of video game together and another was in the kitchen, listening to music and probably cleaning.

“Good. That’s fine with me,” he suddenly replies and plunges a finger into you. Your back arches off the bed and you bite down on your lip to stop the moan.

“B-but you said-”

“I changed my mind. After seeing the way they were looking at your ass in those pants today, I want to make it clear to them that you belong to me and nobody else,” he speaks up and glances down at where his finger is knuckle deep in your pussy before adding another finger.

His lingering gaze makes you nervous and you subconsciously close your thighs, trying to hide yourself from him. This quickly earns you a gentle slap to the inside of your thigh and a firm grip prying your legs back open.

“Why are you looking so much? Let’s turn the lights off. I’m getting shy,” you mumble out which causes a smug smile to break across your boyfriend’s face.

“Never. I love looking at this sweet cunt. All mine too, isn’t that right, baby?” he asks as he slowly begins to pump his fingers in and out of you. You groan and bite down on your lip again but Seungmin moves his hand from it’s spot on your thigh and pulls your lip from between your teeth. He pats your cheek, not enough to be considered a slap but definitely a warning.

“I asked you a question, pup. Don’t tell me my babydoll is already fucked out. I haven’t even made you scream yet,” he gives a fake pout and you groan again.

“All your’s baby. I’m all yours,” you ramble as he speeds his fingers up inside of you.

“Who do you belong to? Say my name.” He demands as he starts to curl his fingers inside of you. He leans forward and licks your clit, making you jump at the contact and he chuckles, the vibrations ricocheting throughout your body.

“Fuck, Seungmin,” you moan out and he slaps the outside of your thigh before kneading the flesh and pulling his mouth away slightly.

“Louder, princess,” he commands and dives back in. He feels you clench around him before suddenly you’re cumming all over his face and fingers.

“Seungmin! Fuck. Don’t stop. Feels so good!” You finally scream out as you grind your face against his tongue, riding out your high.

“Call me what you like to call me,” he demands, another shit eating, smug grin on his face. His fingers are still pumping in and out of you and starting to send you into overstimulation.

“Mmm, daddy! Please slow down! ‘S too much,” you slur your words together and a smirk covers his face as he kisses each of your thighs then climbs back up your body, slowly pulling his soaking wet fingers from inside of you.

“Now I’m going to fuck you and I want you to keep screaming my name just like that. I don’t even want them to think about ever looking at what’s mine again,” he bites down on the skin covering your collarbone, making you buck your hips against him.

“Do I make myself clear?” he pulls back to look you in the eyes and you nod. He raises his eyebrows at you, a warning, “Words, darling. Use your words,” he adds on and you clear your throat

“Yes, sir. Crystal clear,” you nod and her kisses you gently on the forehead before sinking back into you, your wet cunt pulling him with ease.

I.N- Right Here

It's happening again

Well, I don't give a fuck about your friends

I'm right here, here

Oh baby take a look around

I'm the only one that hasn't walked out

I'm right here, here

Hearing the door slams makes you jump at your spot on the couch. You weren't expecting your boyfriend today, but he's the only one who knows your code so it has to be him.

"Innie?" your voice echos. You hear him slip his shoes off before you see your boyfriend walk into the room you're in. His hair looks disheveled like he had been running his hands through it and his face looks wild.

"Innie? What's wrong? What happened?" You immediately snap your book closed and turn your body towards him. He runs his hands through his hair and that's when you notice the bruises on his hands and arms.

"Yang Jeongin. What happened to you?" You jolt up from your seat and walk towards him. You grab him by the elbow and pull him towards the kitchen, flipping the light on as you enter. You turn again and look over your boyfriend's hands.

"Have you been fighting?!" You exclaim and finally meet his eyes. They're unusually cold, the subtle shine when he usually looks at you no where in sight.

"I heard that jackass talking about you. Your ex," his words have a bite behind them and he clenches his jaw. He had seen your ex? He only knows of one ex, he would only recognize the face of one of your exes.

He's a more recent ex. You two only dated for about five months but he took well to the friend group so he has kind of stuck around since you broke up. You ended things amicably and besides it being awkward for a few hangouts with everyone, the two of you were able to put the relationship behind you and be around each other comfortably.

"What does he have to do with anything? Was it him? You fought him?" You start rattling off questions, studying his expressionless face.

"I did," his reply is curt and his eyes finally meet yours again. You have shock all over your face. This can't be happening.

"Jeongin! Your reputation, your career. You have things to worry about. Why would you even fight that guy?" your voice is shaky as you try to organize your thoughts and understand exactly what could have sent him over the edge.

"He was talking to that girl he's been dating. You should've heard him, y/n. God! I fucking hate that guy. If I ever get my hands on him again, I swear I'll k-"

"Stop!" You interrupt him and slap your hand over his mouth to stop his words, "What was he saying? I still don't understand, baby," you use the pet name in hopes that it'll help calm him down. His eyes soften slightly and you pull your hand from his mouth.

"He was talking about how uptight you are. And calling you a bitch and all kinds of names. Told her that you 'gave up your pussy for any man that had a black card'. As if his money isn’t all daddy’s money. That piece of shit hasn't worked for anything in his life," he slams the side of his fist against the wall.

He turns to you again and places his hands over your shoulders but you're staring into space. He said all that about you? Why would he say that? You thought the two of you ended on good terms so what's with the shit talk now?

"Listen to me, babe. You don't need them. You only need me. You always catch them hanging out without you and talking shit. Fuck them. Just me and you. Is that okay? Does that sound good?" His voice is almost pleading and you meet his eyes again. You feel hurt about what he's telling you but at the same time...are you surprised?

"Okay," your voice is barely more than a whisper and Jeongin places his finger under your chin, tilting your head to face him.

"Okay," he replies and places his forehead against your's. You let out a shaky breath then he places both hands on your cheeks and presses his lips to yours.

Jeongin can’t help the feeling of satisfaction in finally having you completely to himself. He doesn’t care if the mentality is toxic but he wants to be all that you ever need. He wants to be everything to you without anyone else standing in the way.

imma start putting a lil author’s note at the end tee hee. i just wanna say that possessive felix>>>. mega fuckin heart eyes bruv. also seungmin is soo pull out, eat it, put it back in and i cant explain why. source: just trust me.

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MAUERBAUERTRAURIGKEIT chris sturniolo

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓁𝓎, dwntwn-strnlo.

↳ 𝐀/𝐍. idek how i learned this word

↳ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. christopher sturniolo x reader

↳ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. the inexplicable urge to push everyone away.

↳ 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃? no!

↳ 𝐂𝐖! fluffy sad but like its also sad fluffy but its ok its cute, one use of 'y/n'

you almost fall asleep laying there, tucked into chris' cozy hold. but his tired, hazy voice brings you to open your eyes.

"do you know what mauerbauertraurigkeit means?" he asks, rubbing his thumb along your arm.

you giggle lightly, turning your head to get a better look at chris. trying to meet his eyes, but he stares at the wall. "I dont, I've never even heard of it."

he stays disassociated, zoning off into space. "the inexplicable urge to push everyone away." his voice undeniably gets lighter as he explains it to you. clearly having to had learn about this long enough ago to know the meaning behind it so well.

failing to hide a frown, you nod. "yeah?" you whisper, "do you feel marbertrigit?"

chris gently laughs, a small smile peaking over his lips. "mauerbauertraurigkeit." he corrects you. hesitating slightly before answering your question. "I mean yeah, I feel it with almost everyone. I just want to get up and leave sometimes." his smile disappears and his frown deepens.

seeing how low his mood is, you shift your position and bring your hand up to his face. lightly caressing his cheek. "that's fair," you obviously grow tense in his hold, starting to worry that he wants to push you away. "I mean I feel that too."

he turns the two of you so he's laying on his side, facing you. "but I don't feel it with you." he whispers, trying to stop you from silently freaking out about what you thought he would say.

and it helps, your body loosens a little bit, but you still feel sad that he even knows about this. he clearly feels it if he knows about it, let alone remembers the long word. you gently smile, running your thumb over his freckles.

"I think I feel it with everyone but you, really." he stares deep into your eyes. searching for anything that might hint to what you have to say. "I feel it with my friends, my parents, even nick and matt."

you let the words ring out before giving him your input on the situation. "and thats perfectly okay, everyone needs space sometimes." you whisper, dragging your hand to the back of his head. slowly running your fingers through your hair. "im sure matt and nick have felt it too."

chris closes his eyes for several seconds, taking in your words before looking at you again. his light eyes becoming more pigmented as you stare deeper into them. "i really hope they don't."

pushing yourself closer, you press a soft kiss to his forehead, lingering there as you speak. "if there was anyway i could take this feeling away i would love, i would." you frown lightly, hugging chris as tightly and securely as possible. "i'd take it away so, so fast."

"i know you would," he whispers against your neck, deepening your hug. "thank you, y/n. i love you."

you nod, pressing another kiss to your forehead. "i love you."

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#chris sturniolo #sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo imagine #chris sturniolo x you #chris sturniolo x reader #christopher sturniolo x you #christopher sturniolo #christopher sturniolo x reader

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diazsdimples · 8 months

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Several Sentence Sunday

Hi, I'm back with a (large) snippet of Frostpunk AU, this one set before the last one because I cannot write chronologically it seems. Also I've had beans for the smut at the end of this so who knows, the next snip might be some seggs!

The coals lying in the firepit in the middle of the cabin are still warm, indicating another scouting team had been here not too long ago. Tommy starts up the fire as Eli gives Edmundo a once over, and then helps Buck to release Christopher from his burrow in Buck’s clothes. Both Edmundo and Christopher’s temperatures are up a couple of degrees, giving Buck hope that they might make it back in time. Edmundo’s heart is still racing, and his breathing is still shallow. Buck watches as Eli’s face goes tight when he reads the amount of oxygen in Edmundo’s blood, and he pulls Bobby aside for a hushed conversation. “10 bucks says the kid makes it, but the dad doesn’t,” Sal says as he settles himself between Buck and Tommy on the floor. Immediately, Buck’s blood boils. That’s someone’s life Sal’s talking about, betting on an outcome that would make Christopher an orphan (Buck assumes, he has no idea what happened to the boy’s mother) and would turn the kid’s life upside down. Sal’s usually a decent enough guy but sometimes, he can be a total prick. “Twenty says they make it back to the city and both survive,” Buck replies fiercely. “They’re going to make it. They’ve got to.” “Buck, man, don’t get too attached,” Tommy says placatingly, resting his hand on Buck’s shoulder. “We can’t save everyone.” Buck shrugs it off, annoyed. “I’m not getting attached,” he insists, though as the words leave his mouth, he knows they’re not entirely true. He’s spent four hours holding this kid close to him, sharing his warmth and energy so the boy might survive. It’s hard not to feel some kind of responsibility towards him. Not helped by the fact that as he walked behind Tommy, Eli, and the stretcher, he couldn’t help but catalogue Edmundo’s features, too. The way his eyelashes stood out against his cheeks, long and brown against the olive of his skin. The way his lips were slightly parted as he breathed, full and pink and just a little bit chapped from the wind. The way the wind would rustle through his hair, making it fluffy and pillow-like, with the occasional wavy strand falling over his forehead. Buck’s not blind, he can appreciate beauty when he sees it, but there’s something more to Edmundo. Something in the way he waited to know his son was safe before he let himself succumb to the exhaustion, as though he valued his son’s life more than his own. Or perhaps the way he’d sought out Buck’s hand, clinging to him the way a small child clings to their father in the face of fear. Edmundo may seem like a tough, no-nonsense man on paper, with his credentials from the military, but Buck can tell that deep down, he’s a lost boy, trying to find his way home. It makes Buck want to protect him and Christopher all the more.

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#and the pining begins #prepare yourself for a whole forest of this #also I promise he won't be edmundo for the whole fic #it's just bc eddie hasn't been conscious to correct him yet #frostpunk au #buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 abc #911 buddie #911verse #911 fanfic #911 #eddie x buck #usercam

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kaiso-woo · 10 months

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First for Everything

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-> Masterlist

PART 9 of my ‘Stay Series’ - a long hypothesised journey of a relationship between Bang Chan and Reader. I HIGHLY RECOMMEND READING PART 8 FIRST, it'll be more satisfying.

WC: 3.3k | Synopsis: Hm so... sidong georeo noko oneul bamdo drive~ for the first time? Like it's more so just the foreplay, I don't actually write the swiji anko dallyeo feel the heat inside~ part, and then there's the aftermath.

Notes: Borderline Smut (foreplay-ish?, anyone else hot or is it just me?), Kisses- uh uhm yeah, Fluff, Second Person Narration, Skz Fluent in English, Swearing, Idol!Chan, CaféOwner!Reader, Fem!Reader, Pet Names (Jagiya, Jagi, Baby, Babe, Love... etc.)

Here for a reading marathon? Head right back to the start!

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Overall ‘Stay Series’ Synopsis: Bang Chan experiences the suic!des of Stays, so when you lot choose to die, he dies right along with you. Reader is the “antidote” to this condition - NO MENTION IN THIS FIC

PART 9

!!Casual reminder this is entirely fictitious - Chris/Christopher in my work does not represent the actual Bang Chan - this is purely my imagination and nothing more - this goes for all other SKZ-Members too!!

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You smile and pick up your pen once more, scribbling down some carefully chosen words. Beside you, a slight breeze ruffles the curtains, the suns glow warming you as you work. This is perhaps, the worst part about opening up a new Café in Korea: the financing. Café Studio has never been more successful, and at the behest of your boyfriend, you decided to expand – “You should set one up in Korea baby, then you can work in that one and I get to see you all the time.”

Now you were here, in Korea, almost completely set up and ready to go. Chris is with you today, deciding that he'd rather work on a few things in the comfort of your house rather than at JYPE. One of the many benefits of moving to Korea - now he's practically around the corner. His nights as of late have been split fairly evenly between working away at JYPE, hanging out at his dorm, and snuggling away with you at home.

You stretch and turn around in your comfy swivel chair to watch the man in question on the couch. He’s humming quietly as he clicks away on his computer, occasionally pausing with a crinkle of his forehead as he listens to the track through his headphones.

Your head curiously tilts to the side, watching his fingers smoothly type, then pause to click the mouse, and then you watch as he rubs his face, stressed and displeased with his progress. Chris groans, tears his headphones off his head and flops back into the couch dejectedly, a feeble whine of frustration escaping his plush lips.

You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose, trying to stop yourself from nagging him about how he works too hard. He will always work hard, as will you, and he needed to stop procrastinating as well. The downside to him being home with you was that he would prefer to snuggle with you and spend time with you rather than keep up with his work. He’s been yours for a couple of years now, and he takes every opportunity he can to stay by your side, increasingly so, craving your affection.

Chris hears your discontent, and his head snaps up. He drags a hand through his fluffy hair with wide eyes and a questioning smile, “You good?”

He chuckles at your silence and his characteristic smile morphs into a silly grin, happy to simply have your attention. The fluttering warmth that floods through your soul threatens to overflow, and it is with every last piece of self-restraint that you force yourself to nod, instead of abandoning your work and joining him for a cuddle on the couch.

For a minute, the both of you just stare at each other. You can see the amused glimmer in his dark eyes distinctly, and it only intensifies when he raises his eyebrows and slides his computer off his lap onto the couch. He pushes himself up and slowly walks over to you, stopping in front of your chair so you have to crane your neck slightly to look up at him properly. You remain silent as he stares down at you, analysing you perhaps.

He grabs the back of your chair and swivels you around so you’re facing your paper work again abruptly. “Go back to your work,” Chris laughs, cheekily ruffling your hair and messing it up thoroughly. You huff and try to spin around again, but he’s preventing you from doing so, his strong hands vice-like on the chair.

“You’re supposed to be my boyfriend. Not my Dad. Quit telling me what to do,” you whine, knowing full well that he has every right to tell you what to do. He laughs again, and the genuine sound sends chills sprinting up your spine. “I’ll tell Jack to message you then. He’ll tell you to get back to work.” Chris snickers, and you freeze, slowly lowering your pen onto the desk.

“Jack… isn’t my Dad either,” you murmur, and Chris leans in, wrapping his arms around your neck loosely and placing his chin on your head. “He’s my Dad, so that means he’s yours too. Well… at least soon he will be,” you can hear his smile as he says this, and your brain is abruptly encased in ice. He really needs to stop joking about this - my fucking god.

“You… smooth… fucker…” you mumble, trying to cover up your sudden incapability to function as a human being. He's basically proposed... for the hundredth time... Chris spins you around to face him, one of his arms shifting to push up against the desk behind you so he’s leaning over you. Your lungs stop working as he draws even closer, his breath tickling your ear. “Glad to know you think I’d be a smooth fucker,” he whispers seductively, and your heart must've gotten stuck in your throat, because you're incapable of speaking.

Chris moves so that his nose brushes yours gently, his eyes piercing your own, mischievous at the sight of the blush spreading from your cheeks to your ears. “Maybe later we can find out if I’m as smooth as you think,” he continues, before softly kissing you, the plus of his lips moulding comfortably with yours, a lingering taste of pineapple letting you know he's recently been drinking the juice.

A/N: I am fed up. The amount of time's I've gone to punch something is innumerable. Someone be this smooth with me, come on.

Your mouth falls open as he moves away, back to his computer and his comfy couch, leaving the air around you sizzling with tense energy. The vacant spot in front of you, where he just was, feels awfully empty.

You’d think that you’d be used to this kind of thing by now, what with how often he's an atrocious tease, but you aren’t. You’ll never get used to his flirty ass.

Chris continues to work as if nothing happened, but after a minute, he realises you’re still sitting there, dumbstruck, and he slowly inhales... and exhales... his eyes fluttering closed. He clears his throat nervously, and your breath hitches in your throat when he chews his bottom lip, contemplating something. “Go back to your work babe. Please,” he sighs, with his eyes still closed. You shake yourself awake and order yourself to be a functioning fucking human being. Control yourself.

You fold your arms and cross one leg over the other, an eyebrow arching in defiance. “It is literally your fault that I stopped working,” you scowl, and his eyes flash open, the sudden intensity in his gaze causing you to jerk back in surprise. He stands up again and moves swiftly back towards you. “Up,” he commands. “Sorry, what?” “Get up. Out of the chair.”

You hesitantly stand up and step to the side, snorting in annoyance when Chris sits down in your recently vacated chair. “C’mere,” he murmurs, a determined gleam in his eyes. Your eyebrows quirk again, “I’m already here.” He offers a coy smile and his eyes narrow, “I mean… sit down.” (A/N: Be humble...)

“On… the floor?” You think you know where he’s going with this, and you’re not entirely sure you’re in the right head space to be sitting in his lap at the moment. “You really are stubborn,” he grins, shaking his head. You yelp as he promptly leans over and grabs you by the waist, pulling you towards him and forcing you to sit snugly in his lap. He rearranges himself so you’re sitting between his legs, and you squirm, trying to get comfortable. Chris inhales sharply and tenses around you. “Stop-” he chokes, hands tightening briefly around your waist, “mmhm- don’t do that.”

You freeze, and naturally, your head disappears straight into the gutter at his stuttered breathing. “Sorry- I didn’t mean to-” you begin, but he interrupts you, his thumbs caressing your hips gently. “Go on. Write. I’ll edit and help you along the way,” he mumbles, and you laugh, your embarrassment fading quickly. “What would you know about business reports?”

“Come on darling. I practically own Stray Kids, I think I know quite a bit,” he answers simply, a slight tone of exhaustion lingering in the air. You don’t know what to say in response to that, and even if 'practically owning Stray Kids' has anything to do with business reports, so instead you try to actually focus on your work. After a couple of minutes of blankly staring and writing down one word (‘and’), you sigh in defeat.

“How in the hell am I supposed to focus when you’re hugging me, and I’m sitting in your lap?” You grumble, but Chris just shrugs. “I dunno. Figure it out baby ‘cause I don’t plan on going anywhere.” You scowl at his response and rub your forehead in frustration, then decide to give up completely. Your pen drops to the desk with a clatter, and you flop back to rest your head on Chris’ shoulder, curling up slightly and burying your nose in the crook of his neck.

You inhale his vanilla under toned scent and sigh in content. His arms snake around your waist to hug you properly, and you hear him moan slightly as your breath tickles his neck, tiny little goosebumps on his skin blurred in your vision. After a small smile, you press a chaste kiss to his neck, and his exhale is stuttered again, his chest falling in an awkwardly disjointed manner.

Chris’ hands unexpectedly slip under your sweater, and you shiver at the sudden contact. He begins to rub absent circles on your skin, and you hum appreciatively. “Feels nice…” you whisper and Chris releases another shuddering breath. “Baby, I think- I think it might be best if… if…” he begins, his voice quieter than usual. You raise your head and try to read his expression; distracted… and conflicted.

His soothing hand movements on your hip cease and he grips your sweater instead. He gulps and momentarily breaks eye contact, licking his lips nervously, before he stares at you again. His breathing is extremely controlled, and as you move to try and get off his lap his eyes flutter shut with a sharp intake of breath. Experimentally, you wriggle in his lap again, eyeing his expression. Chris throws his head back, something close to a whine escaping from his mouth, the sound shooting straight through to your core. "If you keep-" he begins, his eyes still screwed shut tightly, "If you keep-"

“Am I not allowed to move?” You ask curiously as he rubs his face vigorously. Oh you know you're not supposed to move. “Ah… no. No you can movuhmmmhm-" his sentence is cut short as you shift again, and he tilts his head up to stare at you, his gaze piercing, "You know exactly what you're fucking doing, don't you?"

A small smile cracks onto his face, his eyes shimmering, and your stomach erupts into butterflies at the sight. “Alright, well I’m getting kind of hot I might change…” you grin nervously, then hop off him as quickly as you can. You leave him on the spinning chair and walk over to your walk-in-wardrobe. As you do so, you hear Chris mumble something along the lines of “I’ll just… read over what you’ve done so far.”

As soon as you enter the confines of your wardrobe you sink down to the floor, your hands clutching your head, in a bit of a panic. What the fuck? Why are you- your brain is filled with way too many unholy thoughts all at once and you quietly scream. Stop. BUT HIS LAUGH- AND HIS HANDS- AND HIS LITTLE WHINE- AND HIS MOAN- AGHIOEHGOIEHOGIAEETIOASD! (A/N: Just like me fr). You take a deep breath and try to control your thoughts… and your hormones.

Once you feel calm enough you stand up and take your time to pick out a shirt and some shorts. You quickly slip into your shorts, remove your sweater and are reaching for your shirt when you hear the flutter of falling paper behind you. You swivel around and become a statue of Medusa’s when you notice Chris standing there; your pen hanging limply from his right hand, your paper works scattered sadly on the floor, his eyes wide and mouth slightly parted. “Fuck? I am so sorry-”

It’s not like you haven’t seen each other without a shirt on before, you’ve been together for a while already.

“Chris, it’s okay, it’s nothing you haven’t-” “You’re really not making this any easier for me,” he grumbles, and then suddenly he’s pressed up against you, pinning you to the wall with your hands above your head, his lips smashing into yours fiercely. He pulls away swiftly however, and your breaths mingle as he tilts his head, his eyes trained to your lips.

“Fuck,” he whispers again, and your heart threatens to implode as one of his hands lowers to cup your face, the other tightening around your wrists above your head. Carefully, his thumb caresses your bottom lip, pulling it downwards slightly, before he leans back in.

This time… when he presses his lips to yours, something snaps.

Chris pulls you closer, carefully sliding his knee between your thighs, shoving it harshly right up against your clothed heat, which throbs almost painfully thanks to the pressure and friction. Once the necessity for oxygen becomes too overwhelming, you separate, panting. Chris turns away from you and runs his hands through his hair again in a desperate panic. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck," he croaks, inhaling sharply.

Something is possessing you right now. Cause it’s not you. Surely. You step forwards and spin him around, snatching at his shirt to pull him in for more. Your body is moving on its own. You press yourself so close to him that Chris stumbles back slightly, but welcomes your hungry kisses all the same, just as eager, if not more so, his hands running rampant on your body.

You gasp as his hands shift to under your butt to hoist you up, squeezing it momentarily, and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. You wrap your legs around his waist, hand tangling swiftly into his hair, and he staggers out of your wardrobe, never breaking the kiss. His teeth graze your bottom lip, and you tug at his hair slightly in response, lost in the moment.

Chris abandons your lips to attack your neck, still stumbling around almost deliriously, trying to navigate his way across the bedroom. You moan and tilt your head slightly, trying to give him more access. "I love you," Chris breathes against your skin, before returning to suck on a particularly sensitive spot, "God I fucking love you."

Finally, you both topple onto your bed, the action causing your eyes to snap open as your back hits the silky covers. You’re met with two brown eyes staring down at you, two eyes dark with a foreign emotion. You press a hand to your chest, trying to calm your rapidly beating heart as Chris breathes heavily.

He watches you absently, then returns to kissing a hot trail on your neck and brushes your hair out the way as he moves slightly lower. You groan when he kisses a particularly sensitive area back on your neck, and Chris pauses, his hot breath fanning out on your skin. His eyes are trained on the same spot, and after a second, he leans back down to slowly kiss it, his delight evident in his sinful grin when his actions elicit the same sound from you.

Chris focuses his attention right there, his tongue swiping, teeth grazing, kisses digging deeper, harsher, sucking slightly, until there's a beautiful mark left behind. You're an absolute squirming mess below him.

Your hands shoot up to his head, burying them deep into his fluffy hair as his tongue swipes on your burning skin. “Chris…” you groan, as he takes a moment to admire the love bite he’s successfully left on your neck. Abruptly, he grabs your hand and places it on his chest. Your eyes widen as you feel his heartbeat, thumping just as fast as yours.

“Can… you feel… what you’re doing to me?” He mumbles, pulling your hand up to his mouth to kiss your fingertips softly. He lowers himself to kiss along your collarbones, then skips your bra and down to your stomach.

A/N: I can’t even fucking describe this shit right now. Where are my delulu pills?

A whimper escapes your mouth and your legs tighten around him, desperate for some friction. “Look… at what… you’re doing… to me…” Chris growls, each phrase punctuated by ravenous kisses that send a sparks running through you. Suddenly he collapses onto you, his head resting on your stomach, and you yelp in surprise. “Fucking hell. Baby, I cannot do this…” he whispers, his voice shaking.

You reach down to softly play with his hair, thinking. “You can’t do what?” You eventually ask and his head snaps up. “Do you really want me to answer that?” He whispers, his eyes clouded. Slowly, you nod and Chris pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue, a mild glare on his face. The air is squished out of your gut as Chris presses on your stomach to move back up to your face, and his nose is brushes yours softly, your lips tingling as his breath falls back onto them.

He continues to whisper, eyeing your lips again, “Are you really sure… you want me to answer that?” He repeats and you gulp. “Yes-?” You answer but you’re immediately cut off by him closing the gap between your lips and kissing you hungrily.

“I cannot do this-” he kisses your jaw, “because I’m struggling to resist-” he kisses your lips, “the urge…” he moves down to your neck and kisses the already marked area. You hiss as he finishes his sentence, “to fuck you senseless…”.

A moan escapes you after Chris’ tongue flicks your lips. He’s moving from one place to the next so quickly it’s driving you positively insane. “Christ… topher…” you groan as he deepens the kiss, absolutely devouring you. You tug at his hair desperately and he chuckles, but his low chuckle turns into a shocking laugh, and he rolls off you, now lying beside you, staring angrily at the ceiling.

“Fuck I cannot do this!” He yells, his voice painfully cracking, half crying half laughing. You’re in a bit of a daze, your mind replaying the same scene over and over again. He wants to… to…

Chris releases an exasperated sigh and sits down on the edge of the bed with his face in his hands. You hesitate, then make up your mind and turn your head to watch him.

“Why are you resisting?” You bite your lip anxiously when Chris completely freezes. You can’t even see him breathing. Then he responds, his voice muffled due to him refusing to remove his hands from his face, “My head says stop but my body clearly wants you.”

You sigh and crawl over to him, then grab a fistful of his hoodie and pull him back onto the bed. Now you’re looking at an upside-down version of Chris. You stare at each other hard, and you brush his hair away and kiss his forehead lovingly.

“Maybe you should ignore your head…” you whisper with a smile. “I don’t want- you said you were scared- what?” “I... want you too… I'm... I'm not scared anymore…” you reassure him and it’s amazing how quickly his mood switches up. In quick succession, he flips himself the right way and pushes you down onto your back. “Say that again,” he demands. “I'm not scared anymore?” You respond. “No… the other one… say it again…” “I... want you too…?”

His eyes flutter closed, and he takes a deep breath, “Are you… sure about this?” he quietly asks, hands scrunching the bed sheets anxiously. You smile softly at him and lean up to kiss his cheek gently, "I'm sure."

Chris' eyes flicker open hesitantly, and as he exhales, he dotingly tucks some of your hair behind your ear, "I'll look after you I promise. I'll be careful." "I know you will." He hesitates, his eyes searching yours desperately, "Fuck, baby I want you so badly but are you sure?"

You don't answer.

Instead, you pull him down and kiss him, your hands travelling along his chest to grab the hem of his hoodie. You pull it up and help him remove it. “You were right… it looks like I will find out if you’re a smooth fucker…” you grin, and Chris rolls his eyes. “I can be more than smooth, but that's for another time.”

You groan and try to roll over, but your face scrunches up when you realise that you can’t. For a moment you’re confused – then you notice the arms wrapped around you, preventing you from moving, and smile. Chris looks incredibly peaceful when he’s sleeping. You’d be content to just listen to his breathing for the entire day if given the opportunity.

Your mind begins to work through the haze of sleep, and your eyes widen, face heating up in seconds, remembering the events of that morning. You gasp, but quickly cover your mouth, not wanting to wake your boyfriend. It didn’t work. Chris grumbles and hugs you tighter, one of his eyes cracking open. “Good afternoon sunshine…” he mumbles, yawning. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you…” you respond, guilt evident in your voice.

“Did you have a good nap, hmm…?” He asks, staring at you with a smirk on his face. “What- yes?” “Oh I bet it was good. Especially after-” You cover his mouth to stop him from speaking and wriggle out of his grip. Then you proceed to tumble out of the bed and stand up gingerly, planning on making your way to your wardrobe, again, for some fresh clothes.

You take a step and wince slightly – it hurts a bit. You can walk though, well- you can until Chris appears out of nowhere and scoops you up bridal style. “Are you okay? Was I too rough?” He asks worriedly, his eyes wide and panicked.

“No- no you weren't, I'm okay!” Is your instant reply, and a sly smirk emerges on Chris’ face, which of course, makes your heart seize. “I guess that means it's time for round two then baby,” he chuckles, dumping you back on the bed. You stare at him in astonishment. “Let me ruin you this time, sweetheart?"

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-> PART 10 -> Masterlist

A/N: Well then.

Feedback is always appreciated, negative and positive alike. I apologise for any editing errors, I’m forever learning.

Until next read! - Kaisowoo

#bang chan #stray kids #stray kids x reader #bang chan smut #bang chan fluff #bang chan x reader #skz #christopher chan bang #stray kids fanfic #stray kids fic #bang chan fic #bang chan fanfic

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super-marvel-dc · 9 months

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Ok ladies and gentlemen and others, I have FINALLY come up with the names, ages, race, and small bios for Jason and Y/N's kids they've adopted! If you are unaware what this is about I have a little thing going on that I came up with (because I'm delulu) about Jason and Y/N having 16 kids. Yes, you read that correctly. 16. You can find the explanation here in my Jason Todd's Family masterlist or click this one here to be sent to the post instead.

Alex: 10 years old, white, brown eyes, dark brown/blackish short hair, deaf. He loves walking in the woods with Y/N and their dog Barney, and drawing. (Sorry, he's my favorite)

Maddie: 6 years old, white, heterochromia (one blue eye and one brown eye), blonde long hair, hyper. She loves to climb on things, run around with the chickens outside and throw rocks in the pond.

Lilly: 6 years old, white, green eyes, black shoulder length hair, timet and shy. She loves sitting with the horses and reading to them, helping Y/N cook, and coloring.

Ben: 8 years old, Korean, dark brown eyes, short black hair, wears glasses (I thought it was cute). He loves swimming, reading, and dinosaurs.

Christopher: 11 years old, black, brown eyes, short, buzz cut like, black hair, almost always smiling. He loves watching movies (specifically Bugs Life), camping, and watching the fish in the pond.

Rose: 4 years old, Mexican, light brown eyes, long wavy black hair, shy but hyper. She loves flowers, dresses, spending time with Jason and Y/N, and listening to music.

Amy: 5 years old, twin, pale white, blue eyes, chin length red hair, freckles, giggles a lot. She loves playing in the mud, riding the horses, and dolls.

Amara: 5 years old, twin, pale white, blue eyes, shoulder length red hair, freckles, also giggles a lot. She loves swinging, dolls, and playing at the park for hours.

Zeppelin: 13 years old, Puerto Rican, dark brown eyes, short curly hair, a few freckles, quiet. He loves listening to Y/N read to him, going to the library, and watching The Office.

Dean: 15 years old, white, green eyes, short dirty blonde hair, freckles, quiet yet hyper. He loves music, movies, knives, and taking pictures of the wildlife.

Ezekiel: 2 years old, Chinese, dark brown/black eyes, short black, messy hair, sweet. He loves spending time with Dick, playing with stuffed animals (his favorite is a blue narwhal), taking walks while he sits in his blue wagon, and watching SpongeBob.

Riley: 9 years old, white/tan ish, gray eyes, short/pixie cut white hair with pink tips, shy yet can be loud. She loves painting and drawing, taking pictures of flowers, skateboarding, and singing with Jason.

Sasha: 18 years old, black, blue eyes, wavy black hair with red stripes, outgoing. She loves helping Y/N bake (she takes some for later), learning about literature, hanging out with her friends at the coffee shop, and writing.

Michaela: 10 years old, Mexican, light golden brown eyes, short brown hair, mute. She loves to stick to Y/N and Jason's side like glue, playing dress up and with her Nightwing action figure (don't tell Jason...), sitting with the cows, and watching cartoons.

Mathew: 4 years old, white, brown eyes, dark blue fluffy short hair, wears glasses. He loves coloring, the park (specifically the slides), ducks, and walking in the water (under supervision).

Angel: 11 years old, white, heterochromia (one green eye and one blue eye), short on the sides and longish in the middle (kinda like a mowhawk) black hair, occasionally a menace. He loves watching action movies, helping Jason fix things, shaving one of the dogs..., and reading with Y/N.

Please, do not steal my work

#jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #jason todd #red hood #jason todd family masterlist

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spotsandsocks · 10 months

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✨ 2023 writing round-up ✨

Tagged by (and I might have missed some people sorry) @exhuastedpigeon @jamespearce9-1-1 @heartshapedvows @thekristen999 @jesuisici33 @daffi-990 @hippolotamus @wikiangela

Links to all 23 fics I’ve written which I’ve just realised coincidentally matches the year maybe I shouldn’t work on that Christmas fic after all 🤔 All under the cut cos that’s quite a few and your dash does not need to be bothered by that! 😆😆 I will forget to tag someone I know it, so if I do I didn’t really and you’re tagged too cos you’re wonderful

💕💜💕Thank you to each and everyone of you who talks to me, tags me, supports and encourages me, reblogs and likes. Sends asks and questions and prompts and love in my direction. Thank you for sharing your time, talents , your words and creative skills with us all. You make my days brighter and more fun. I adore you all and wish you all a happy kind and peaceful 2024. 💕💜💕

January

Home Wanted 6k established Buddie new pet based shenanigans 🐀🐁🐀

Could Have Should Have Would Have 3k my biggest hit this year angsty then sweet

Who You Gonna Call? 9k Eddie calls Buck and works out how he feels

February

This Must Be Love 5.7k fluffy valentines fic featuring pea puns 🫛

March

Just another minute 1.2k 6x10 spec

No Place 8.4k coma!buck spec fic with a few similarities to what we got actually

It's Such A Feeling 1.8k couldn’t remember but apparently hand appreciation fic that gets smutty 😉

April

Date Night 2k I got stuck on bus for almost 3 hours and this happened - surprisingly popular considering I had no plans to write it until traffic hit!

The Answer I Needed 2.4k Buck is always there for Eddie 5plus 1 across time till love strikes

Always There 1.6k Tía Pepa sees all at Christopher’s birthday party

May

Everything But (temptation) 4.7 5plus 1 of Eddie being a flirty tease and driving Buck crazy

Worth the wait5.7 same fic but from Buck’s perspective

July

Good Knight Sweet Prince 167,316k ahh my best beloved started in 2023 and finished this year. I adored writing and sharing this what turned out to be epic length fantasy au. Knights princes dragons thwarted love and a happy ending what can I say if that’s your thing give it a go.

Let me stay by your fire (for nothing warms me like you do)4.5k couldn’t let go of mediaeval theme so knight Buck this time coming home to his blacksmith friend Eddie. Oh and bees. 🐝

August

Something Worth Staying For 21k an enemies to lover (although not really enemies) small town newspaper au where Buck turns up and Eddie hates him until he doesn’t. Featuring my real life computer disaster 😆

Tied To You From The Start 13.4k a challenge I took on and did rather well if I say so myself 😆😆 paranormal mysterious shenanigans. Buck in peril and on the run Eddie trying to save him from his own self sacraments and hot sex.

September

The Comfort of Your Hands 2.9k inspired by an anon talking about Eddie running fingers through Bucks hair. No plans for this one it just happened and again was well received. Maybe I should stop planning fics and just see what happens.

October

The Price of Love (is high) 7.7k autumnangstfest drama. I put them both through it. All past traumas coming back to cause trouble.

Your heart or mine? Yours every time 3.6k a hungry vampire!Buck and Eddie get stuck in a lift … things occur

November

100 word fics added a short fic to this little collection i actually love doing these. It’s a great challenge

Only one answer 590 couldn’t remember.. had a look and went oh yeah that was cute. Proposal fic in under 600 words

In my defence I was left unsupervised 1.3k Buck gets bored with sissors Eddie likes the results … who could resist buzz but Buck… not Eddie it seems

Nov/Dec

The Lost and The Found wip 5/10 48k this was not meant to be this long but guess what.. got carried away and plot is plotting and demands around 100,000 at least in the end I suspect. 5 chapters out number 6and 7 before Christmas this counts as 2023 doesn’t it? Come join me for the ride

@daffi-990 @shortsighted-owl @monsterrae1 @rogerzsteven @hippolotamus @loserdiaz @the-likesofus @stagefoureddiediaz @yelenasbuddie @hoodie-buck @buddierights @bekkachaos @thekristen999 @ronordmann @caroandcats @spaceprincessem @disasterbuckdiaz @heartshapedvows @underwater-ninja-13 @wildlife4life @wikiangela @thewolvesof1998 @exhuastedpigeon @weewootruck @giddyupbuck @housewifebuck @honestlydarkprincess @pirrusstuff @elvensorceress @jesuisici33 @eddiebabygirldiaz @jamespearce9-1-1 @theplaceyoustillrememberdreaming @wh0re-behavi0r @princessfbi @jacksadventuresinwriting @ci5mates @katries @megsvstheworld @like-the-rest-of-la

#buddie #eddie diaz #911 fox #spotty scribbles #2023 fics #buddie fic #buddie wip #911 spoilers #911 fic #911fic #911 on fox #evan buckley

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glorious-spoon · 9 months

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and we are homeward bound [9-1-1 | Buck/Eddie | 1/3]

Rating: Explicit Wordcount: 3400 Warnings: None Other tags: Established relationship; Relationship reveal; Domestic fluff; Character study; Insecure Evan Buckley

Sequel to Something Dumb To Do.

and we are homeward bound [On AO3]

Eddie heads out not long after dawn, hoping to beat the commuter traffic on his way up to Angelus Oaks. That's probably optimistic of him, in Buck's opinion, though at least in the morning traffic tends to flow west toward the city. He can't blame Eddie for being eager. It's been three weeks since Christopher has been home, and the semi-regular phone calls are no substitute for having his kid here in person.

Normally, Buck would probably drive up with him if he didn't have to work. That's what they did last year, when summer camp was only two weeks long, and Chris flung himself into both their arms with no sign of his burgeoning adolescent dignity, chattering a million miles a minute about watershed ecosystems and the latest pre-teen drama. He could go this time, too. Eddie offered. But Eddie is also planning to talk to Chris about them on the way home, and Buck thinks it's probably better if he's not there for that initial conversation, just in case it goes badly.

"He's not going to be mad," Eddie says, leaning against the counter and watching as Buck fixes coffee for both of them: Eddie's in a travel mug, his own in the novelty giraffe mug that Chris got him for his birthday a couple of years ago and that he always keeps over here.

Buck shrugs. "He might be."

"He loves you. You know that."

"Sure, as his dad's friend Buck who takes him to the zoo on the weekends."

"You're more than that to him, and you know it." It's mild, though. Buck sighs, undone by the gentleness in Eddie's voice, and in his face when he finally manages to look up at it. This might be easier if Eddie would get annoyed, if he'd scoff and dismiss Buck's worries out of hand. Then Buck would have something to push back against. But Eddie looks soft, still a little sleepy, his hair fluffy and his shoulders relaxed under a t-shirt that he definitely stole from Buck at some point.

Continue reading on AO3

#911 #buddie #buddie fic #evan buckley #eddie diaz #my fic

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katebishopfan · 8 months

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Sleepy Girl (E.O)

Summary: Y/n is filming Age of Ultron alongside Lizzie and the cast, for some reason she can't stop falling asleep on her (secret) girlfriend.

Sorry this is so short but I didn't have too much to write about since it was such a cute, simple, fluffy plot!

Lizzie POV

I stretch my arms out, blinking the sleep from my eyes, and roll to face my girlfriend. Her y/h/c hair is splayed across the pillows and I watch her lips part as she breathes in and out, still off in dreamland. I turn and grab my phone, wanting to check the time so I know how long I can let her sleep in. It's nearly 8 a.m., the time she needs to be up. I sigh and glance between her and the time.

Maybe I should just let her sleep in? I know she hasn't been sleeping well lately and between filming, running lines, and in her case a LOT of stunts I know how tired she is. At the same time though, I know if she wakes up late she'll be stressed and the last thing I want to do is make her even more stressed than she already is.

"Y/n, baby, it's time to wake up," I whisper softly, my hands reaching out to caress her cheeks. She lets out a small whine and rolls away from me. A smile curves upon my lips and I can't help but feel a little bit giddy at the fact that she's my girlfriend. Mine.

We've only been dating for a little over a month now but it still feels so fresh. Even though I feel like I'm already in love with her, but I guess that's lesbians for you. "Darling, it's time to wake up. It's 8 am." I try again, gently rolling her body to face me and moving her head onto my lap. Her eyelids flutter and she sleepily opens her eyes, looking up at me.

"Mmm, you're so comfy," She mumbles drowsily, her arms reaching out to capture my body. I pull her up fully onto my lap and she nestles her head into the crook of my head. "Can I just stay here forever?" She asks jokingly as I run my hands through her silky hair. It's the one thing I just can't get over about her. Okay, that's a lie, there are several things that I can't stop feeling all flustered about, but one of the bigger ones is her hair. It's like the smoothest thing you've ever felt and in the morning it gets all floofy! Just my favorite thing in the entire world.

"Hmm, well you could, but then we'd miss all of our scenes today and probably get fired." I tease, lifting her head so I can give her a good morning kiss. She smiles and places a quick peck on my lips before cupping my cheek and giving me a proper kiss. After a few seconds we pull apart and she stares into my eyes, making me blush.

"As long as I get to be with you, I'll do whatever." If I thought I was blushing before it was nothing compared to how red my cheeks are now, I probably look like a tomato.

"Is that so?" I reply, raising my eyebrows in surprise. She nods her head.

"Of course,"

This girl... Making me feel all soft.

"Well, as much as I would love that, we should start to get up and get ready." I decide, moving Y/n off of my lap and getting up. She jumps up right after me and I turn around to look at her.

"Shower first, second, or together?" She asks with a mischievous grin on her face. I blush and look away.

"You choose," I reply, not wanting to say together out loud. There's dead silence and then strong arms pick me up and start walking towards the bathroom. "Y/n! Put me down!!" I shout, flailing around. She giggles and places me down in the bathroom.

"You said to choose and I decided on picking you up and taking you to the bathroom." She reasons, crossing her arms and smiling at me.

"You're so annoying," I tell her, rolling my eyes. She nods her head and shrugs.

"You love it,"

•••

Y/n POV

"Yeah? Well, I guess that means that I'm better than you Christopher." I banter back playfully as we wait for the workers to switch over a few things for the next scene.

"Just wait L/n, I'll get you back." He replies, sticking out his tongue at me and making a face. "Plus, who can reach the ceiling when they jump? Not you if I remember correctly." He teases, crossing his arms as he smirks at me triumphantly.

"Scarlett, Lizzie! Chris is bullying me!" I shout, catching the attention of my two favorite ladies who were calmly chatting beforehand. The color drains out of his face and he starts to shake his head rapidly.

"No!" He exclaims a little bit too loud. He moves closer and lowers his voice. "Y/n, I swear to God, send them away before they murder me!" He hisses, his eyes wide and his voice nervous. I smirk at him and feel a pair of arms wrap around me.

"Christopher Evans, what are you doing?" Scarlett asks in an interrogative mom voice. He steps back and holds up his hands in surrender.

"Nothing!" He protests, stepping away again. "Y/n and I were just joking around." He tries to explain as Lizzie tilts her head at him.

"Scar, he was bullying me about not being able to jump as high as him even though he's like five inches taller than me!" I whine, grabbing Lizzie's hand and pouting at her. She smiles at me and shakes her head.

"That's not very nice," Scarlett chastises him, shaking her head. "You can't bully Y/n, she's just a little baby,"

"Hey, wait I'm not a baby!-" I try to interrupt but she just shushes me and stares at Chris.

"Now apologize and go pick on someone your own size and age." She commands, her voice leaving no room for argument. Chris hangs his head and then looks back up at me.

"I'm so terribly sorry for making fun of your height Y/n, you're so incredibly tall and cool." I smile and he clenches his jaw. Scarlett smiles and turns to look away. When she does I stick my tongue out at him and turn back to see Lizzie smiling at me, shaking her head again. I release myself from Scarlett's arms and throw myself into Lizzie's.

"Hi," She greets me, amusement evident in her voice as she wraps her arms around me.

"Hi," I reply, moving a strand of hair out of her face and watching her blush at the close contact of my hands. I rest my head on her shoulder and she runs her hands through my hair gently. Placing a sweet kiss on my forehead after making sure no one was looking. Scarlett turns back around and smiles when she sees us.

"Aww cuties, Y/n, you're such a little sweetheart." I smile. She glances up at Lizzie and then back down at me. "You know if you weren't already an adult, I'd totally adopt you." I laugh and let go of Lizzie, shaking my head.

"I'm pretty sure you've got your hands full with Rose." I joke back, moving towards some lounge chairs out of the way. Scarlett sits down and then Lizzie sits down. Before I even realize what I'm doing, I'm situated on Lizzie's lap. She smiles up at me and I rest my head on her shoulder. A wave of sleepiness hits my body and I let out a yawn. Scarlett and Lizzie fall back into a conversation that I'm barely aware of and I find my eyes slowly closing as I'm curled up against my girlfriend.

Lizzie POV

I laugh at the joke Scarlett makes and glance down at Y/n, who's fast asleep.

"Okay, Liz, be honest with me." I look up at Scarlett with a nervous expression on my face. "What is going on with you and Y/n? You two look at each other as if the other hung the moon in the sky." I open my mouth to protest but Scarlett continues. "I know there's something else going on between you two, I think I'm the only one because let's be honest the others have no fucking gaydar but I can tell."

"No, Y/n and I have just been getting closer lately and physical touch is her love language so we're touchy, that's all," I reply, glancing down at Y/n who has a small smile on her face. It makes me smile too and Scarlett raises her eyebrows.

"See, no one smiles that way when they watch their friend sleep. You two have something going on, I can tell." I shake my head in protest again and Scarlett shrugs her shoulders. "Fine, I won't bother you any further but just know, I'm onto you, Olsen."

•••

I sit down on a chair in my dressing room and scroll through my Pinterest, trying to find cute photos of plants to show Y/n. I save a couple to my board and scroll past the rest, frustrated that I can't find anymore. All of a sudden, a knock on my door jolts me from my thoughts. I place my phone down on the counter and stand up, starting to walk over to the entrance. I open my door and an in-costume Y/n smiles back at me.

"Hey there pretty lady, mind if I come in?" She jokes, talking in a Southern accent. I roll my eyes and open the door for her, immediately reaching out and pulling her into a hug.

"How was filming?" I ask as we lie down together on my couch. She shrugs her shoulder and buries her face further into my neck.

"Pretty good, but I wish I could've had a scene with you." She pouts, jutting out her lip, indicating the fact that she wants a kiss. I smile and place a quick peck on her lips before going back to our conversation. She shakes her head. "Nooo, give me a real kiss." She whines, pulling my face back to hers. I cup her cheek carefully and gently connect our lips, leading our mouths in a passion-filled kiss.

Her lips glide against mine and I savor the taste of strawberry lip gloss on them, something she usually doesn't wear but her makeup artists put on when she's in costume. Her tongue slips into my mouth and she pushes me down onto my back. Our lips never leave each other's as she lifts up my leg and slots it onto her hip, causing my breath to hitch. We continue to make out until we both have to pull away to catch our breaths.

"How was that for a real kiss?" I ask teasingly, pulling her head onto my chest and letting her rest.

"11/10, Elizabeth Olsen." She jokes, letting herself relax as I wrap my arms around her.

"I'm glad to hear that." When I don't hear an immediate response I look down at Y/n and smile.

My perfect sleepy girl.

•••

"Olsen! They want you on set in five and they need Y/n too, have you seen her-" She stops short when she sees Y/n sleeping peacefully on my chest. "Oh," Y/n lifts her head a little, confused at all the noise, and then smiles up at me.

"Mm, I'm sorry, I fell asleep again, It's just because you're so comfy and we didn't get a lot of sleep last nigh-"

"Watching the movie," I interject, staring pointedly at Y/n who raises a brow confused. "We went to bed late last night because we were watching a movie," I add, glancing over at Scarlett who rolls her eyes.

"Oh my God, just say you were having sex and get over with it. Now come on, we've got to be on set soon." Y/n's eyes widen and she looks over at Scarlett.

"Oh, hey, Scar." Y/n greets her awkwardly, getting up off of me and helping me up.

"Let's go girls,"

•••

After what seems like the longest hour of my life the director yells cut and I let out a sigh of relief. It's not that I don't like Paul, he seems like a nice guy but I honestly would way rather be flirting with my girlfriend and not some man. I can also tell that Y/n is getting jealous because of the way she keeps looking at Paul: Like she wants to strangle him. I move over to her and grab her hands, letting her fidget with the rings on my fingers.

"How about we go somewhere private for a sec?" I offer, pulling Y/n towards a curtained-off section. I open the curtains and see some cleaning supplies. Perfect. I pull Y/n into a soft kiss that catches her off guard and she pulls back raising her eyebrows in surprise.

"In here? We only have five minutes." I slap her shoulder and she smiles, placing a peck on my lips.

"Just shut up and let me kiss my girlfriend before I have to go back and flirt with Mr. Red Toaster," I whine, connecting our lips a little harsher this time. Y/n laughs and pulls my waist closer as I throw my arms around her shoulders. Suddenly there's a loud bang from right outside of the curtains and I pull them open.

Robert, Chris E, Mark, Jeremy, Chris H, Aaron, and Paul stare at us with surprised expressions on their faces while Scarlett stands right next to them with a triumphant smirk on her face.

"100$ Robert, you owe me 100$."

#elizabeth olsen #lizzie olsen #xreader #femalereader

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topknot32 · 4 months

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Miami (3/5)

Rio/OFC

summary- olivia and chris's story continues three weeks after the events of designated driver. olivia meets chris at a local diner for breakfast, but things don't go as planned, hurtling her life down a new path.

warnings- 18+ Smut below the cut.

word count- 4.2K

note- I’ve gone completely off the rails with this story. I meant for it to be a two shot at most but I’ve expanded it to four and now Rio has some backstory that I didn’t plan. Sometimes when I start writing the thing writes itself and I’m just along for the ride. Anyways, enjoy! 🖤

tags- @lauraaan182

A few hours after arriving, Olivia was nothing more than a taut bundle of nerves. She sat up in the king sized bed in the guest room of Chris's house, staring at Kai asleep on the opposite side. She hadn't seen Chris at all since he brought her up, and she was left to consider what she was really doing here.

Not able to sit idly any longer, she got out of bed, making sure to tuck the covers tightly around Kai before heading into the bathroom attached to the bedroom. It was massive with a shower spanning one entire wall featuring stained glass windows. She wandered, running her fingers over the finely crafted cabinetry, the expensive soaps and shampoos, the fluffy white robe hanging on a hook beside the shower door. It seemed like no comfort had been skipped over, and she wondered if he did this for her or if it was always this way.

Olivia opened the shower door and turned the tap to the hottest setting and waited for the steam to fill up the glass box. She stripped and stepped inside, letting the heat nearly singe her skin. It stung, but it felt good at the same time. Once her hair was washed and conditioned, she leaned against the tile wall, sliding down to sit and let the water pour over her.

She wanted to believe there was good in Chris, but he wanted Beth dead, and that was something Olivia couldn't accept. She was beginning to think coming here truly was a mistake, but she couldn't deny the way she felt about him, the way he made her skin flush and heart race. Even under his suspicious eye, there was a part of her that was so glad to see him, a piece that felt safe.

There'd been so much happening back home with her quitting the business with Beth and trying to rebuild her life without it that she hadn't let herself feel just how much she missed him, but she felt it now. Olivia rested her face in her hands and tried to clear her mind so she could go back in there and sleep. It had to be close to three in the morning by now, and she'd promised Kai the beach, and she would keep it no matter what Chris or any of his security guards said.

A while later, she toweled off, coated every inch of her skin in the fancy moisturizer by the sink, and wrapped herself in one of the fluffy robes. She headed back into the bedroom feeling like sleep was a possibility, but that disappeared when she opened the door to find Chris sitting on the floor at the end of the bed, his knees pulled up with his elbows resting on them.

"What are you doing in here?" she whispered, pressing a hand over her racing heart.

"I wanted to make sure you were okay."

Olivia checked to see if Kai was still sound asleep. "Shouldn't you be in bed?"

"Shouldn't you?"

She crossed her arms over her chest like a stubborn child and held his gaze. It went on so long that he finally looked down at the floor, shaking his head. "Why am I here, Christopher?"

"I don't know," he said in a moment of vulnerability that was foreign to her.

Olivia came over and sat down beside him on the floor, leaning her back against the bed. "Well, I noticed you have an incredibly well-stocked guest bathroom." She tried to break the tension. "And if you did that for me, then I'm grateful."

Chris turned to look at her, and she felt almost naked under the weight. "This is my room," he said, and she stared at him like an idiot for a second. "Its uh, the one place without twenty-four hour surveillance, but it's the safest room in the house." He looked back down and nodded his head slowly to himself.

"Why am I here?" she tried again.

"I told you already. I missed you."

"You don't do all this just because you missed someone you hooked up with a few times."

"That all it was to you?" he asked, and for the second time she felt like she was seeing the vulnerable side of him she'd never seen before. She didn't even know it existed.

"I don't know what it was because you disappeared for eight months before we could figure it out."

"I was facing life, Olivia, and I got too much to live for to spend the next seventy years behind bars."

It was her turn to look down. "I'm not mad at you for leaving. I just wish you'd left me a note or a sign or something."

"I didn't know who to trust. I'm sorry."

"But you trust me now, right?"

Chris reached out and tipped her chin up. "Funny enough, you're about the only one I can. I think I knew it all along, but I had to be sure. I can't hurt my son, Olivia." She glanced back in Kai's direction, thinking of Marcus. "You forgive me?"

She knew he was being sincere, and she was tired of being angry and anxious. Olivia sat up on her knees and crawled into his lap, straddling him, pulling the robe up around her thighs. His hands automatically slid beneath the fabric gripping the naked skin of her ass in both hands.

He was wearing sweats so she could feel everything through them as she settled over his hips. She leaned in and kissed him, and he wasted no time, slipping his tongue past her lips to stroke against her own. It sent a shockwave of desire straight between her legs, but she thought of Kai and pulled back.

Chris was staring up at her with a calm expression. His hands wandered down her thighs and then back up but on the outside of the robe, seeming to understand why she stopped without having to say it. "You should go to sleep," he whispered, kissing her again. Chris lifted her off his lap so he could stand, and held out a hand to help her up. "I'm downstairs in the office if you need me." He squeezed her hand before heading for the door, making sure to close it behind him.

When the sun came up, Olivia felt the lack of sleep like a slap to the face, but Kai, who slept like a baby, was ready to begin the vacation festivities promptly at seven in the morning. Despite needing three more hours of sleep ay least, she bathed and dressed Kai in a pair of swim trunks and a rash guard since his soft skin wasn't accustomed to the UV rays of southern Florida. Olivia threw her hair into a ponytail and changed into the only bathing suit she brought along with a simple white t-shirt dress.

Kai nearly ripped her arm out of socket dragging her out of the room and down the stairs only to find Marcus in the living room with an older woman who looked to be in her late forties. They were both in what appeared to be outfits suited for the beach, too. Chris was no where to be found.

"I'm Sofia," the woman said with a smile, holding out her hand for Olivia to shake. "The nanny."

"Olivia, this is Kai," she said.

Kai kept a firm grip on her hand. He remembered Marcus, smiling shyly at the boy, but it seemed he was done meeting strangers, and he stood so close to Olivia's legs he was nearly hiding behind them.

"I watch the boy while Señor Christopher is working. Would you like me to take your son out to the beach? You could stay here and relax."

Olivia took Kai's hand tightly in hers. "I think I'll join you. It's his first time seeing the ocean, and I'd like to be there."

Sofia smiled warmly. "Okay, I've packed some snacks and sunscreen. Let's go, shall we?"

The four of them gathered up a few things from outside on the patio like chairs, an umbrella, sand toys, and a life jacket for Kai since he wasn't a confident swimmer, and headed down the stone pathway that eventually faded to sand. Olivia couldn't believe what she was seeing as they walked, the sheer size of the property and the fact that they had their own private beach without a single other soul in sight. Kai instantly bonded with Marcus as if no time had passed, and the two took off running ahead of Sofia and Olivia.

"How long will you be joining us?" Sofia asked as she helped Olivia fold out the chairs.

"My flight back is a week from yesterday, but this place is so incredible I might never go."

Sofia laughed warmly. "It really is beautiful here. Señor Christopher works hard for it, sacrifices a lot of time with his son."

"What does he do exactly?" Olivia asked, and Sofia just shook her head.

"I'm just the nanny, dear. I don't ask questions."

Olivia considered they while pulling her dress over her head to reveal her bathing suit. It was baby pink with thin ties on the side. She grabbed the bottle of sunscreen, slathering it on as best she could before calling Kai over to cover what the rash guard and trunks didn't. He was beaming, and Olivia's chest swelled.

"I love you," she whispered in his ear before sending him on his way to play in the surf with Marcus. She loved the way he giggled and jumped every time the water tickled his feet.

With a pair of sunglasses on, Olivia settled back in her chair prepared to do absolutely nothing other than bake in the sun and helicopter over her son to make sure he didn't get hurt in the ocean. Sofia was quiet, choosing to pull out a book, but Olivia caught they way she looked up every few seconds to check on the boys. Olivia could only imagine the kind of threats that'd been made to ensure Chris's son's safety when he was without Chris or Rhea.

They sat out in the sun for so long Olivia was sure she was going to be sporting the worst sunburn of her life, but the boys were having too much fun to make them come in. She alternated between playing in the surf, splashing Kai and Marcus, and helping Kai learn how to tread water where the ocean was still and calm, and roasting in the lawn chair. After a little while, she moved her chair beneath the umbrella with Sofia, and closed her eyes for a few seconds, the nanny keeping watch as the boys built a lopsided sandcastle.

"Dad! Look what we built!" Marcus called out later.

Olivia had almost drifted off, but she snapped to attention internally, her stomach fluttering with butterflies. She didn't move a muscle and kept the sunglasses over her eyes to conceal the way she was feeling.

"Yeah, little man, I see it. Looks like you might need some reinforcements on that left side though," Chris said, his voice coming from just over her shoulder. "Hey, mama."

She felt weight on the back of her chair, and she tipped her head up to see him leaning over the back of it, but his eyes weren't focused on her face. They were soaking up her body in the light pink bikini.

"Hey," Olivia said just as he came around and leaned down to press a quick kiss to her lips. It was as if it was the most natural thing in the world to him, and the butterflies swooped lower.

He was wearing a white button down with the classic well-fitting black jeans, but his fingers started working the buttons open. She tried not to stare, but she couldn't help herself. As it dropped from his shoulders, exposing all of his tan, tattooed skin, she felt her mouth go dry. He tossed his shirt at her, and it landed in her lap. The cologne she loved so much lingered on the fabric, and she resisted the urge to press it to her face.

His arms weren't the only part of him sporting new ink, and she admired the new piece across the left side of his chest, and the one lower that started on his ribcage and dipped over his hip into the waist of his jeans. He reached for the button of them, and pushed them down to reveal a pair of black briefs.

"Didn't have time to grab trunks," Chris said, turning back to smirk at her. Olivia crossed one leg over the other and sat up a little straighter, feeling the hot desire start to build between them, and by the way he clocked that motion, he knew exactly what he was doing. "One of the benefits to having a private beach, huh?"

Chris made his way over to the boys, picking Marcus up with an arm around his torso, then doing the same to Kai so he was holding them both. Both boys screamed and flailed, trying pointlessly to get away, but they were laughing too, and the sound warmed Olivia's heart. Chris walked into the shallows and dropped them like sacks of potatoes before making sure each surfaced.

The three of them played for a long time, and Olivia was content to watch. Her skin was warm to the touch, her limbs heavy, and if she closed her eyes for too long she'd definitely fall asleep. Sofia brought an insulated bag down, and she pulled a few sandwiches out, offering Olivia one, but she just shook her head. Sofia called for the boys and they came running like their pants were on fire. Both snatched up what she was offering along with two cups of juice and a plastic container of cut up fruit.

While the nanny busied herself with the kids, Chris came up the beach soaking wet, and he placed his hands on the armrests of her chair and leaned down for another kiss, dripping ocean water onto her. Olivia shivered at the sensation as she kissed him, the droplets sending a sheet of goosebumps across her slightly sunburnt skin. When Chris pulled back, there was a hint of mischief in his dark brown eyes. It excited her.

He kissed her again, this one a little harder with a little more need behind it, and Olivia had to be the one to break it before they got too carried away. Chris's eyes burnt worse than the sun everywhere they looked.

"You want an official tour?" Chris whispered, still leaning down.

She wanted ten minutes alone with him, that's what she really wanted. "I can't leave Kai."

"Sofia won't let anything happen to them. She's CPR certified and trained in ocean rescue. Plus Mick and Javier are on watch." He looked over the back of her chair, and Olivia turned to see each of them guarding a different side of the beach. Both had their backs turned, but she could see they were holding very large guns in hand.

Olivia looked to Kai who was having the time of his life. When he caught her eye, he grinned wide and held up his sandwich for her to see. "Can mama leave you with Miss Sofia for just a few minutes?" she asked.

Chris stood back up and grabbed his clothes, pulling his jeans back on since he was nearly dry already from the power of the sun. Kai seemed to contemplate his answer, looking from the nanny to Marcus, then out to the beach where their sand toys waited. Finally he nodded.

Olivia stood and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. "Have fun, I'll see you in a few minutes."

She grabbed her dress and slipped it on, and Chris reached for her hand once it was in place. They walked up the beach barefoot, fingers laced together, and Olivia couldn't remember the last time she felt this happy.

"You good here?" Chris asked. "I didn't mean to be gone so long. I had a meeting first thing and it ran over."

Olivia gave him a bewildered expression, and he laughed. "Am I good? In a multimillion dollar tropical oasis with nannies and armed security on site?"

"And a private beach," he teased. "Don't forget that."

She threw her free hand up. "Yeah, don't forget the private beach. I'm never leaving. Screw your non refundable round trip plane tickets."

Chris dragged her in and slipped his arm around her neck. She could feel his chest vibrate with a laugh as she pressed her cheek against it. They walked up the path until sand turned to stone pavers, and the beach became the perfectly landscaped backyard.

She hadn't had a ton of time to look around on their way out to the beach, but now she could see it all. A clear blue swimming pool spanned the length of the patio, equipped with a hot tub and water slide. The back of the house had multistory decks leading from the main floor to the second, all attaching to the platform of the slide that was big enough to hold several seating arrangements and a partial outdoor kitchen. The back of the house itself was shaped like a giant C, the sides hugging the enormous backyard with verandas on all sides creating a very open air type feel.

"How did you find this place?" she asked as she looked around.

"It was a gift to my great-grandfather, an offering for a mutually beneficial working relationship," Chris said, standing back so she could wander uninhibited.

"From who, Pablo Escobar?" She laughed at her joke, but Chris didn't.

"Somethin' like that."

She snapped back around to see that he was serious. "What?"

"Detroit was an experiment, Olivia," he started, crossing his arms over his chest. "To see if it was lucrative to branch into other markets. It wasn't. I gave it more time than it deserved because I had a son, but this—" he motioned around them. "This is where I come from. This is who I am."

A new kind of apprehension seeded itself in the center of her chest. She stopped exploring the backyard paradise, and met his gaze head on. "Why are you telling me this?"

"Because I spent eight months trying to prove to myself that you were no better than Elizabeth Boland, that you were just like everyone else who'd ever played me, but you were the opposite. You were loyal."

"You suddenly trust me so much, to think I would never tell anyone about this place?"

Chris slowly walked over to her, and she found it difficult to hold his intense gaze. "Like I said, you might be the only one I can trust. Remember, I put wires in your house, Olivia. Every phone call, every fuckin' playdate, every date," he said, smirking. "I heard it."

She scoffed. "You listened to all of that?"

"Yeah, the loser you brought home who couldn't get it up—" He raised a hand to brush against her cheek, but she was put off by the violation despite how he was looking at her like his next meal. "I should cut his dick off just for the trouble." Olivia shoved him off. That memory was embarrassing enough without having him shove it in her face, knowing he heard it. He raised his hands in surrender. "Sorry, that one stung a little, not gonna lie." He took her wrist and pressed it against his chest. "I'm a jealous man, I admit it."

"I think this is the most you've ever spoken to me at one time since I met you," she said softly.

"Why'd you drop your soccer mom squad?"

Olivia looked up into his eyes, and she considered the question. There were hundreds of reasons, but the one she always came back to was the way it felt to spend three weeks with him before it all went to shit. He opened up to her, trusted her, and even though he made mistakes, what Beth did was wrong. Olivia still saw Annie on occasion, for drinks to catch up, but things were different. Beth was her sister and she had to stand by her side.

Instead of giving him a verbal answer, Olivia leaned up on her toes and kissed him. She slid her other hand up his arm to rest against the side of his neck, holding him to her. Chris let go of her wrist and went for her hips, walking her backward as the kiss turned more fevered. So easily she lost rational thought when his mouth was involved. The backs of her legs hit wood, and she planted her palm down on the surface of one of the patio tables just as Chris hooked his hands under her knees, lifting her up onto it.

Chris pulled back, keeping his hips pressed into her center, looking down at their compromising position. His long fingers slowly, teasingly danced up her calves, across her kneecaps, to her thighs. Her breaths came short with anticipation, slipping her legs up to rest around his waist . Every inch of her body remembered the pleasure he could so easily draw out, and she craved it like nothing else, but he refused to go any further than her thighs. The rough pads of his fingers stroked just beneath the hem of her dress that'd ridden up so he could see the peek of pink of her bottoms covering her pussy.

Olivia watched him as he stared hard at that spot, and she could see the wheels turning inside his head as he mindlessly drew shapes against the soft, sensitive skin of her inner thighs. "You do—" he started, but hesitated. He cleared his throat and dragged his eyes up to meet hers. "You do somethin' to me no one else does, and if I didn't have a houseful of security just through those windows, I'd make you come until you begged me to stop. Right here."

Her breath caught in her throat, and a fresh chill rippled down her spine at the promise in his tone. Without looking away, Olivia reached between them and ran her hand down from his abdomen into the waist of his jeans, popping the button as inconspicuously as possible. His cock was so hard already, and using their bodies as a shield, she wrapped her fingers around it. A sharp breath left his chest, and he claimed her lips in a bruising kiss.

Olivia had had enough of talking. She just wanted to make him feel good, to watch him unravel. She stroked his cock slowly, doing her best within the confines of his clothes. His own hands slid up her thighs beneath the material of her dress, and he squeezed her ass, forcing their bodies even closer together.

Every time she brushed her thumb against the head, a low moan vibrated out of his chest and into hers, and she did it over and over until his hips jerked, the air stuttering out of his throat as he broke the kiss, and she knew he was close. She risked a quick glance back over her shoulder to make sure there were no prying eyes staring out the window or kids coming back from the beach before she pushed his jeans down some. With a few more strokes and soft words whispered in his ear, Chris came, and she took it all on the thin material of her pink bikini bottoms. She was sure there'd be marks on her ass the next day by how hard he dug his fingers in, but she found that the idea didn't bother her in the slightest. She hoped she'd see them when she checked in the mirror.

Chris rested his forehead against her shoulder as he caught his breath, and she couldn't help but smile. For so long she'd been terrified of the man she was currently holding onto, but now she knew that for some reason she didn't quite understand, she held power over him. It didn't make any sense. He could have anyone, but she was the one here in his ridiculously lavish home. She liked the way it made her feel, and for the first time, Olivia allowed herself to consider what this could really look like.

Olivia felt him laugh as he did up his jeans and pressed a kiss to her shoulder through the fabric of her dress. She leaned back to see what was so funny, and he just shook his head.

"You bring anything to wear to dinner?" he asked, tilting his head up with a smirk, and she almost laughed at the ridiculousness of the question right now.

"I mean, not really," she said with a smile spreading, too.

"Cool, we'll go shopping first. I'll have Sofia get the boys ready."

Olivia tried to pull her dress down to cover the evidence of what they'd been up to. That made his smirk spread even wider.

"I can handle Kai. It's no big deal."

Chris came back, resting his hands on her knees. He leaned in to steal another kiss. "Relax, mama. You don't have to do it all here."

She froze as she considered the idea of not being responsible for every single chore, every task. With that, Chris headed inside.

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