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stayandot8 · 1 year ago

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Nightlyfe

Thanks for the ask 😘

Genre: Fluff, provocative without being 18+

Relationship type: meeting for the first time

Important Contents: It's a club setting so alcohol, drinking, suggestive (ass-grabbing, intense kissing)

WC: 2.8k

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Another one bites the dust.

One more man down, proving he wasn’t able to keep up with me. I wasn’t ‘high-maintenance’ per say, I just knew what I deserved and I wouldn’t put up with anything less than that. No man had come close. Well, maybe one. But he was long gone, reserved to that area of my mind that was reserved for those thoughts of him. It had been a year now, and while the pain had dulled, it was still there. The only one that could have been the one had I realized what I had sooner. But that was a conversation for another day.

The one I had just broken up with was a goner from the start. Having issues with the way I would dress for a night out was the final straw for me; the constant back and forth of why do you feel the need to wear that out and my response of because I want to never being enough for him to just let it go. I was done with him.

The door finally closed behind him. I hoped it hit him on the way out. I was finishing getting ready, waiting for the steady stream of texts from my friends asking where I was. Ever the late arrival, I was used to it by now.

One last look in the mirror, my miniscule top and shorts hanging just right and face sporting just the right amount of glitter, I grabbed my bag and headed down the stairs of my apartment building, my veins buzzing with the excitement of being single again and on the prowl. My sneaker-clad feet carried me along the streets of downtown straight to the agreed upon starting spot; our favorite Rave club, Nightlyfe.

The neon sign shone brightly, a bright pink led beacon for all the lost souls wanting to find a home for the night. A place to forget the troubles that ail you, get lost in the sea of strangers, and forget the world exists. Lucky for me, it was a clear night and the breeze of the late summer fueled my desire to let it all go.

The place was packed, bodies and the smell of sweat and other substances everywhere. Glow sticks were hung all along the walls for people to take and sport throughout the night as needed to encourage the rave feel. Blocks of lights made up the dancefloor, which was directly in front of the bar. UV lights were hung everywhere there wasn’t a glow stick pile. People were dancing their troubles away, including a pack of guys, standing around in their own circle and completely oblivious to the world around them. Each of them was wearing a large glow stick necklace around their necks, seemingly to identify each other in the darkness. They seemed to be having a good time or well on their way to one since another was approaching them with a tray of shots. They all took one in one go and put the small glasses back on the tray. One of them was fake-wretching and laughing along with his buddies.

He was cute. Had dark hair and was wearing all black; black jeans with a black t-shirt and boots with a black jean jacket to top it off. He looked out of place from his group, like he didn’t know where he was going when they first set out. He was the only one not in shorts and in one solid color. Everyone else from his circle was in bright colors that ranged the entire rainbow.

From what I could see in the dim lighting, his laughter seemed contagious to his group. Once he started laughing, everyone else did too, whether at him or with him, I couldn’t tell. But I knew his friends were just as attractive as he was.

Once I finally pulled my eyes away from him, I scanned the place for my friends’ usual hangout spot at the bar. I didn’t have to look long since they were yelling at me and waving me over wildly. Their own brightly colored outfits were scandalous to anyone outside this facility but here, it was the norm. Tiny shorts that if you moved the wrong way too fast, you would be exposing a lot more than just a peek. And the tops… Well, let’s just say there was little left to the imagination. But we liked it that way. It gave us a confidence nothing else really could.

My friends had ordered a round of something colorful and sweet and shoved it in my face before I could sit all the way down. Being the champ I was, I downed it without knowing what it was. This was the typical behavior with us.

“Sooo? What happened this time? Was he bad in bed? Did he try to take your TV like the last one?” I rolled my eyes.

“Tried to tell me what to wear. Told me I looked like a slut and he would never be with a girl who dressed like that. So I told him not to be and kicked him out.” They all nodded as I told them what had occurred mere minutes before arrival.

“Good riddance, I say.” Another one said. “He was holding you back anyways.”

I thought about it, all the things I had been through since getting with him. I stayed inside with him, never going anywhere because he was too lazy to get ready to go anywhere. He would lay around my apartment, eating my food and wasting my electricity and never offer to pay for anything. I was lucky if he paid for dinner.

“Come to think of it. He wasn’t good for much anyways. He never paid for anything, he never…” I was derailed from my complaints when one of those guys from the dance floor came into view. He was leaning on the bar in between stools and smiling at the bartender, chatting him up and pointing to the different bottles. When the bartender turned to make his drinks, he cast his eyes down the bar, towards me. We locked eyes and I felt it; a rush of…something. It whispered in my ear and twisted my insides. It felt like nerves, but not quite. Go get him.

I hopped off my stool, my friends watching me while whispering to each other ‘there she goes again’ and picking up their drinks to enjoy the show. The guy hadn’t broken eye contact with me, watching me hop off my stool and slowly letting a grin spread. He shifted towards me, facing me head on. He was the one I spotted earlier, dressed in all black and sticking out like he didn’t belong. But his ease with the people around him, the only way to tell that he was out of his element was his outfit. But all he needed to do was get a cropped tank and some shorts and he’d be right at home. I could see it on him now…

“Hey.” Such an easy word for him, complimented with the softness of his smile toward me. I couldn’t help but smile back. It felt like a crime not to. I nodded back to him, unsure but not uneasy.

“Sir? Can I get a round of lemon drops for me and my friends down there?” I shouted over the thumping coming from the speakers and pointed down to where they all were chatting, paying no attention to me.

“Did you want to open a tab or close out with this?” He asked, grabbing his shaker.

“Put it on our tab, Charlie.” The guy in black said to the bartender. His Australian accent caught me off guard.

“Oh, that’s okay. It’s not necessary.” I tried to retort but he waved me off, like it was nothing.

“It’s fine, I promise. I have a feeling it’ll come back to me.” I eyed him as ‘Charlie’ made our shots, the sound of the ice rattling around in the metal shaker pulling my attention from him for just a moment. And in that moment, he hopped off the bar stool to draw towards me and turned to the dance floor to watch. I noticed him out of the corner of my eye and swiveled to speak.

“First time here?” I asked over the music. He grinned again.

“Is it that obvious?” His eyes sparkled when he smiled. I felt the corners of my lips turn upwards involuntarily.

“Yeah, your outfit gives you away.”

“No one told me I would be coming to this kind of place.”

“Like walking into a box of highlighters, right?” He laughed out loud.

“I said the same thing to my friend over there.” He pointed to his small group of friends at a table on the other side of the dance floor. “This would have been the perfect place to wear my new wardrobe.”

“New wardrobe?”

“Yeah, my friends tease me all the time that I wear too much black. They want me to wear more colors and this would’ve been the perfect place to try it out.”

“So you usually wear all black?” I glanced over him one more time and noticed the small details I didn’t see before. His chain around his neck was silver, matching the one ring he wore on his pointer finger. He wore earrings to match his jacket, a sort of gunmetal gray, but they were small enough to not overpower his sharp features. For wearing all one color, it suited him well, save for his happy-go lucky charm. It was a stark contrast, but it somehow made him all the more alluring. Like you couldn’t help but wonder what made him, him.

“I do, when I’m not out in public for work or when I’m forced to wear something else. It’s comfortable and it always goes with everything. You could say I spend a lot of time on other things so the brain power it takes is minimal. It’s…simpler, I guess.” He returned the favor, eyeing my shorts and low-cut top. His quick glance grew slower as he went back up from my feet to my eyes again. Charlie slid a tray loaded with shots towards me across the bar and nodded.

“Enjoy your night.” The guy in black passed his card to Charlie, flashed me another smile and a wink, and hopped off his barstool. He raised his drink to me in cheers, and walked back over to his table. The music came back into my ears, being zoned in on the mysterious drink-buyer for the last several seconds. It was like coming back out from underwater, everything now coming back into view around me.

I stood where he left me as my eyes followed him all the way back to his table. This must be how everyone felt when they met him; captivated and desperate to know more. I stared down at the tray the bartender slid my way and wondered what might happen if I went through with my most recent impulsive thought. If things started getting annoying, I told myself if he was still here, I would

Things did. By the time me and my friends were sloshed enough to drag ourselves out to the dance floor, it was the most packed it had been since I arrived. Sweaty bodies and flailing arms were everywhere we turned, the world was starting to spin the more I danced combined with the shots that were being shoved down my throat by my own hands. It was like they had a mind of their own. When my brain was saying no more, you’ll be so hungover tomorrow, my hands would say Good! Do more! I would be paying for this tomorrow.

My shoes were doing an excellent job of keeping me upright -until they weren’t.

It was a perfect storm of people bumping into me and not caring who they writhed against that knocked me off balance. It was like falling in slow motion straight to the floor. Or, what I thought was the floor. Instead, it was the back of-

“Aussie!” I exclaimed in my haze. His smile slowly grew when he heard the nickname.

“Hey Lemon Drop! You okay there?” I giggled, stumbling into his now-open arms. His cologne immediately drew into my nose, filling my nonsensical brain with him. It made the music fade out again, zeroing in on him and him alone.

“You smell…nice…” I whispered, not meaning to say it aloud. Stupid brain.

“Thank you, I guess.” He was laughing at me now, but not cruelly. Some small, slightly more sober part of my mind was offended. “Here, let’s get you somewhere you can sit down.” He shouldered me and walked me off the dance floor, where it suddenly became easier to breathe. The air wasn’t as stuffy, and it made it easier to focus on the intoxicating smell coming from this man. I recognized the table after a moment as the one he shared with his friends all night. He tried to motion me to sit at the booth in the corner, but I shook my head, the bolder and drunker side taking over my words.

“I’m not sitting alone.” I stared at his pretty face, those lips begging to be… bitten.

“You won’t be alone, I’ll sit right here.” he pointed to a chair beside the booth. I shook my head again, standing my ground.

“If you sit first,” I pointed to where he tried to move me, “I’ll sit on your lap. That’s the only way I’ll sit.” His eyebrows shot up so fast, I thought they might fall off. I giggled some more at his surprise, but what he said and did next shut me right up.

“Okay, Lemon Drop. Have it your way.” He beamed as he sat and pulled me by the hips down to his level. Fine. After a second, I shifted so that my legs hung off the side and I was sitting sideways and facing him. I placed his arms around my waist and he clung tight as I wrapped mine around his neck and shoulders. A thought suddenly crossed my mind and I looked at him with my best attempt at a serious face.

“Don’t let me fall.” He laughed at the sudden sincerity in my features and he stared at each of them; my nose first, moving to my lips that I had been biting, then back up to my eyes.

“I won’t.” And his grip had gotten tighter. So tight that we were now nose to nose, our breathing very close. There was no doubt that he could practically taste the liquor on my breath, but I was too intoxicated by him to care. His eyes flickered back down to my lips and his tongue quickly wet his own. I wanted to do that for him. That innermost need to be drenched in him took over, but not before the slightly sober side took over, hanging on by threads.

“Are you drunk…at all?” I whispered to his lips.

“I’d be lying if I said no, but I don’t really drink so it doesn’t take much.” He said it was equally quiet. “I shouldn’t drive but I know where I am and what I’m doing. How drunk are you?”

“Drunk enough to not care about what I’m about to say, but not so drunk that I can and will immediately stop if you say so.” He drew impossibly closer. “You’re single, yes?”

“Painfully so. I’m assuming you are too.” I nodded and he forced me to look at him, into his eyes so he could see mine clearly. “What are you about to say?”

“That if you don’t do what you’re thinking about doing right this second, I’ll-” His mouth cut me off right as I ran out of words. Everything was completely drowned out now; the music, any worry about being seen, concern for my friends and where they might be. All I could focus on was him. His lips tasted like nothing I had ever had before, soft and passionate with just the right amount of desperation for my drunken state to deem this the best moment of the night. Of the past week. Of the past month.

His hands gripped my hips tight and shifted me once again to straddle him, never breaking contact with my lips. He moaned as he reached for my ass and gripped it. Hard, making me moan in response. He broke our kiss to grumble against my lips, “I’m dying to get out of here.” His voice had dropped significantly, making my desire burn even more so.

“I live four blocks down the street.” I replied. He grinned, still in a lustful haze. I was sure I looked the same.

“Let’s go.” He smacked my ass to get me temporarily off of him, but emitting a groan instead.

“I’m Chris, by the way.”

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stayandot8 · 2 years ago

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g's masterlist

hi :) welcome to my corner of tumblr. This is everything I've written so far. If you read, thank you. Leave your thoughts if you please, I would love to hear them. If you have any ideas or comments, my inbox is open.

Color Code:

Black Title - Chan pairing

Green title - Seungmin

Orange Title - Ateez

Stray Kids (in order of newest to oldest)

Whispers in The Dark (newest)

Based on the song by Monsta X with the same name, this is a college AU. Not all of the members will be mentioned by name, if at all.

Talk spreads. Rumors fly. But what is to be believed? What's in front of you? Or the Whispers in the Dark?

Part One: Lying Through Your Teeth

Just One Yesterday (Completed)

this one is a little different than anything else I've written. An AU where the members work in a bar with my MC, no idols among them. It's also going to be on the longer side. The fluffy Chris we know and love is nowhere to be found. He's broodier, moodier, and has jokes up the wazoo. So buckle up, kitties. This one's gonna be good.

Angels Choking On Their Halos

So Only Say My Name

Heaven's Grief

Hell's Reign

Just One Yesterday

Playlist Series (Completed)

Your boyfriend Chan makes a playlist of all the songs he's had a hand in writing that were about you or relationship.

Track Zero: Connected

Track One: The View

Track Two: Airplane

Tracks Three & Four: Mixtape: Oh & Your Eyes

Track Five: Give Me Your TMI

Track Six: Fairytale

Track Seven: Case 143

Track Eight: Drive (18+)

Track Nine: Time Out

Track Ten: Red Lights (18+)

Requests

Chan

One Day (Request, idol!Chan x actress!reader)

Touches (request)

Nightlyfe (request, bumping into Chan at a club)

Heart and Seoul (request, nonidol!chan x reader w/ daughter)

Come With Me (Part two of Stay With Me) (Request)

Seungmin

Drawn To You (Seungmin request, I.N Childhood best friend x idol!Seungmin)

Picnic (Seungmin request, father seungmin tossing the baseball with his daughter)

Add-ons and one shots

18+

Peaches

Cravings

Notice

Angst

Y(our) World

(y)Our World (part two) (angst turned fluffier)

Where There's Smoke... (angst turned fluff)

A Case of Friends and Lovers (angst turned fluff bc ofc)

The Listener (more angst than fluff but turns fluffier imo)

Stay With Me (angst bc of what he's going through rn, reader tries to help, ends well)

Defrost

Thaw (Defrost part 2. angst?? then fluff? I can't tell anymore)

Emergency Contact (comfort fluff; chan in the midst of a panic/anxiety attack)

Fluffy

Sunday Morning

Thrice (an add-on to Track Six)

Always Find Me (an add-on to Track Two)

Pieces of Light

This Lover of Mine

Under the Sheets

Day One (Part two of One Day)

For Your Eyes Only

Birthday Gifts

The Hoodie Boogie

An Inning with Minnie (Seungmin Fluffy drabble)

Warmth

Ateez

Gentle Breeze (yunho x fem reader)

Prologue: Angel of Song (Angel Mingi x reader) (could continue...maybe)

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