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[augment-techs]

PERFECT~

Do this please

[tsumucore]

LUCID DREAMS

✎ … Miya Atsumu

word count: 5.2k

warnings: NSFW, pwp, daddy kink, a lot of degradation, spanking, choking, sexting, overstimulation, masturbation, he kinda spits in your mouth, just rough sex overall

All characters are 18+ !!!!

A/N: this is my first nsfw fic, so pls bear with me 🥺  I’m also dedicating this to @starboybokuto and @strawbericream for inspiring me and also bc they’re literally smut icons in the fandom and after writing this, I’m realizing just how hard it it to do and I just wanna appreciate them for all the effort they put in <3

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His moans were like honey, pouring from his sweet lips and into your ears, as his thrusts became erratic. He was close. The sounds of your own pleasure filled the room before he swallowed them up completely with his beautiful mouth. You were close. This space that was inhabited by you two was the only dimension where time didn’t exist. Nothing else mattered in this moment, except for each other. You were so, so, so, so, so clo-

“Wake up!”

Your roommate’s exclamation breaks you out of your lust-filled slumber with a jolt. You groan and silently curse her as details of the dream gradually come back to you; she’d have to make a run for it if she valued her life, or at least avoiding getting smacked in the face by the pillow you throw at her with impressive force.

“Y/N, what did I do? she whines. “You told me to wake you up. I only did what you said!”

“Literally fuck you, I was having a good dream,” you fire back.

“MAN if you don’t… anyway shouldn’t you be in class by now?” Your eyes widen as you fumble for your phone to check the time.

“Shit!” Usually, you wouldn’t have bothered showing up if you were running late, but this class took attendance, and you were already on the cusp between two letter grades. A menial attendance point could be the difference between maintaining your GPA or tarnishing it.

You wash up in record time, throw on some clothes, and shove your necessary belongings in your backpack before slinging it on your back. You don’t even have time to fill up your water bottle; you’d just have to purchase one on campus later. You pop in your earbuds, select a random playlist, and fly out the door.

You don’t stop until you reach the lecture hall. You try not to cringe as you push open the door, slinking your way in the back to find an open seat; luckily, there was one near the door so your humiliation was short-lived. When you finally sit down and situate yourself, you take a deep breath for the first time that morning and collect your thoughts.

As your mind wanders, memories of your erotic dream come back to you. The faintest of color tints your cheeks, and you shift slightly in your seat as you subtly cross your legs. You pull out your phone, preparing to fire a text at lightning speed. You need your boyfriend.

Y/N: i miss you

Atsumu: :))

Y/N: im not trying to gas ur big head up even more than it already is i’m just whore knee

Atsumu: OH????? aren’t you in class rn?

Y/N: i’d rather be choking on your fat cock tbh

Atsumu: naughty girl, why are you saying such things in the middle of class?

Y/N: what are you gonna do about it... choke me? spank me? make me cum over and over and over again?

Atsumu: Watch your mouth, baby...

Y/N: Ok...

Y/N: ...daddy.

Fighting the smile tugging at your lips, you set your phone on ‘do not disturb’ and refocus your attention on the professor’s droning voice. By the time lecture was over, you scramble out of the building, eager to make a quick call to your boyfriend so you could describe to him in specific detail everything you wanted him to do to you.

Alas, you heard the voices of your friends calling out to you, so you’re forced to sit through idle chit-chat until your next class starts. Of course, today was also a full day, so you would have to endure the rest of your classes, your position as a TA, and the study session your classmates were pulling together at the library for your next exam - which just so happened to be in two days, meaning you couldn’t opt out. At this rate, you wouldn’t be leaving campus until dark. And it was only 10 in the morning.

While you daydream in your next class, you’re broken out of your reverie by the realization that you had neglected to check your phone after effectively ending the conversation with Atsumu the way that you had. You unlock your phone, seeing that you have just one unread message from him - a photo. 

You know what’s coming before you even open it, so you’re careful to ensure that your screen isn’t in anyone’s line of sight - luckily, you were sitting in the back again, so there aren’t any prying eyes over your shoulder. You turn down the brightness and open the conversation before practically salivating on the spot.

You have an idea of what exactly the photo was going to be of, but nothing could prepare you for the effect it had on you.

It’s evident that he had propped up his phone on something and taken the photo on self-timer. Bleached tufts of hair fell over his forehead as he winked back at you through the screen with his lips pursed as if he was going to kiss someone. The only thing he wore was a gold chain around his neck. He was flashing a peace sign with one hand, while the other was wrapped around a good sized erection.

You feel your mouth dry up and your thighs subconsciously squeeze together. The way this photo was triggering a physiological reaction from your body was astounding. You need this man, and you need him now. You whisper to your friend that you had to use the bathroom, that you might be gone for a while - it must have been the iced coffee going straight through you - and to let you know if you missed anything. You try not to trip over anyone’s legs in your haste to get to the restroom.

Since this was a fairly large building, there were multiple restrooms, and so you locate the one you know is always empty and secluded - the one below the main floor. Once you enter, you do a quick check in each stall to make sure you’re alone before locking the door. You go into the biggest stall and commence with your plan of action.

You take off your shirt and bra and neatly hang them on the hooks behind the stall door. The sudden exposure to the chilly air makes you shiver as your nipples harden in response. You then bring your phone up to your chest, so that your face isn't in frame and begin to record yourself lightly massaging your breasts. You make sure to softly moan Atsumu’s name when you pinch your nipple, rolling it between your thumb and index finger. After about thirty seconds, you promptly send the footage to your boyfriend.

He immediately starts facetiming you which causes your thighs to squeeze together expectantly. When you answer the call, you’re greeted with dark, lustful eyes and a shit-eating grin.

“I heard someone missed me today.” His tone is slightly mocking, indicative of something deeper underneath.

“I had a dream about you,” you inform him as you slowly begin to massage your breasts the way you had before.

“Yeah? What happened in your dream?” His eyes darken as he shrewdly observes the way you sigh as your fingers glide over your nipples. God, he wished he could just take them in between his teeth.

You bite your lip in response to his tone becoming increasingly huskier. “I dreamed about you… fucking me.” Your voice falters a bit as you suddenly feel a wave of shyness rush over you. Atsumu often had this effect on you - sure, there was no limit to the amount of things you had done together; however, he was still able to make you feel flustered, as if it was the first time all over again.

“How naughty,” he scoffs. “You love actin’ so innocent, but what would people say if they really knew what was goin’ on in that pretty little head of yours? What would they say if they saw what you were tellin’ me in the middle of class? Do ya know what they would say, dollface?”

You can’t bring yourself to respond, only managing a feeble shaking of your head.

“They would call you a whore. A filthy, depraved slut. And do ya know what sluts get?”

Again, another feeble shake.

“Nothing. Sluts get nothing,” he laughs mockingly as he angles his phone until you have an adequate view of the way he’s been stroking himself this entire time. “And now, dollface, you’re gonna have to watch me get myself off. I want your hands off of yourself entirely... If I catch you touchin’ yourself even once, you get nothing. But if you’re good, I might just play with ya later.”

You whimper at his order, but you have no choice; you had brought this upon yourself by getting him riled up with those texts in the first place. As you swallow thickly, he begins to jerk himself off - slowly at first, torturing you with each stroke as he looks directly through the camera and into your eyes. He then begins to pick up the pace as heavy pants and the occasional moan escapes from his mouth.

“See what ya did to me, baby? This is all because of you.” His breathing grows erratic as he edges closer and closer to his release. “And now look at you. Watchin’ a man jerk off in a public restroom, with your tits out, when you’re supposed to be in class like a good girl. Now tell me, does that sound like a good girl?”

You merely whimper in response.

“Answer me,” he practically growls. “Does. That. Sound. Like. A. Good. Girl.”

“No,” you whisper as you feel a surge of arousal rush to your core. You knew your panties would be suffering thoroughly by the time you returned to class.

“Then tell me, dollface. What. Are. You.” Each enunciation is emphasized with a hard stroke to his cock - the same way he would be thrusting into you. It takes absolutely everything in you not to sneak your hand down to your throbbing clit; he’d know if you did, he always did. The prospect of not being touched by him later was unthinkable, so you continue to helplessly watch him fuck his own hand.

“I’m a filthy whore, your filthy whore,” you whine in compliance as you watch him thrust into his hand a few more times before letting out a long, drawn out moan and spilling his release all over himself. You can’t help the moan that escapes your own lips as you take in the sight of his flushed face and heavy rising and falling of his chest.

“You actually listened to me for once? This is a surprise,” he chuckles once he recovers from his orgasm. “Hurry up and come over… I’ll fuck ya ‘til you can’t even remember your own name.”

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For the rest of the day, you hoped you were doing a relatively adequate job of hiding your arousal as you went about your responsibilities. You were literally counting down the seconds until you were finished with everything so you could meet up with Atsumu and let him fuck you like he promised. At one point, you caught yourself almost drooling during your group study session at the library. You took this as your cue to leave, so you politely excused yourself by letting the others know that it was time for you to leave as you had to get up early the next morning.

After what felt like the longest and, thanks to Atsumu, the most torturous day ever, you felt completely ravenous. From the second you had woken up, you had been straight up horny, and the fact that you hadn't been able to take care of it was driving you insane. You had been rushed all day, never having a moment to yourself, and when you did, Atsumu had specifically instructed you not to satisfy yourself the way you needed to be satisfied. It was unfair.

To make matters worse, you missed the train that would take you to Atsumu’s apartment as he lived quite a while away from your campus. The next train would be leaving in an hour, which was just too much for you at this point. Delay after delay. You grit your teeth in frustration as you weigh your options: you could wait another painstaking hour for the train that would inevitably take you to your dick appointment or you could spend a fortune by calling for a taxi and getting there right now. While you mentally calculate your finances, your clit throbs just slightly when you cross your legs, which causes you to throw all thoughts of being a penniless college student out the window in favor of getting fucked mercilessly as soon as possible.

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Of course the elevator in Atsumu’s apartment building was currently out of order at that moment, leaving you with no other choice but to climb the seven flights of stairs to his apartment. At this point, you feel like you’re running on some sort of primal instinct as you sprint up the stairs with the vigor possessed by only someone who’s about to be dicked down. By the time you reach his door, you’re already huffing and puffing, but your own exhaustion escapes your mind as you ring his doorbell impatiently. Once the door swings open, you’re greeted with the sight of your boyfriend smirking back at you.

The motherfucker wore nothing but loose gray sweatpants that hung dangerously low on his hips and the same gold chain around his neck from earlier. You chuck your backpack on the floor and throw yourself onto him, pressing your lips against his (minty?) ones. The kiss is sloppy and intense as you try to make him feel the desperation you had been forced to endure all day long. 

Somehow, your clothes find themselves on the ground in a matter of seconds. He lightly slaps at your thigh, a signal for you to jump into his arms. When you do, your hands immediately find themselves tangled in his hair, and you tug at the roots lightly, earning a growl from him. You gasp and moan into his mouth when you feel his hands give your ass a good squeeze. He manages to carry you like this into his bedroom before gently dropping you onto his bed, where he palms himself above you as he gazes at your nude form. On god, you can literally see his dick print through his sweats, and it only fuels the wetness forming between your thighs.

“Atsumu, I’ve been waiting all fucking day long. Stop being an asshole and fuck me already like you promised,” you whine as you reach your hands up to rub them along his abdomen, relishing in the feeling of his abs beneath your fingertips. You were hoping that this would coax him into giving you what you want, but he merely ceases his actions and raises an eyebrow at you.

“Who do you think you are, talkin’ to me like that?” His eyes narrow, and he leans down so that he’s hovering directly above you. “Is my baby so goddamn horny that she actually forgot her manners?” His hand comes up to wrap around your throat, gradually squeezing it harder as he glares at you. “Looks like I’ll have to remind ya how to properly speak to me. Turn over - I want that ass up in the air.” 

You pout as you obey his command and flip over on your knees so that your face is shoved into the pillow and your ass is sticking straight up for him, bracing yourself for what you know is about to come.

“You know the drill, since you wanna be such a goddamn slut - count for daddy.” Before you can respond, his hand collides with your left asscheek, causing you to yelp and moan, “One,” weakly into the pillow. The sting doesn’t last for very long, but you know better - by tomorrow, you won’t be able to sit properly.

He continues delivering powerful slaps to your ass and admires the way it jiggles with every smack and the redness blooming across the soft flesh. Every so often, he plunges two fingers into your now sopping heat, without warning. He removes them as quickly as he puts them in, causing you to whine in frustration. By the time you reach ten spanks, you’re babbling incoherently as you wiggle your hips in the air, clenching around nothing and desperate for anything to fill you up.

He flips you back over on your back and scoffs at your desperation. “Have you learned your lesson, whore?” It’s not a question - it’s a demand.

As much as you want to do or say whatever he wants so that he can fuck you already, it’s always more fun to see what happens when you piss him off. You jut out your lower lip in a pout and stare up at him defiantly. “No.”

Before you know it, you’re being flipped back onto your stomach. Another round of brutal spankings are delivered to your asscheeks, causing tears to prick your eyes as the burning pain sets in. You’re going to be sore for the next week.

“Leave it to a whore to be so mouthy,” he growls as he flips you over on your back again and thrusts two fingers into your cunt. “But you like this, don’t ya? You like pissin’ me off, because you like getting your pretty little ass spanked and you like being choked, whether it’s by my hand or on my cock. I should shut you up with my cock, since you wanna be so mouthy. Tell me, do ya like choking on cock, whore?”

“Yes, daddy,” you moan quite loudly. The combination of his degrading words and consistent thrusting of his fingers in and out of your pussy was sending you into a haze.

“Of course you fucking do,” he spits. “You told me so yourself when you were sitting all innocent in class. In fact, what else did ya tell me?” His thumb was now brushing vigorously against your clit during each thrust, causing your legs to shake violently. The whimpers falling from your lips grow louder as you focus on the buildup slowly forming in the pit of your stomach. However, your lack of response doesn’t impress him. He immediately pulls his fingers out and slaps your pussy, eliciting a jerk from your entire body and a drawn-out moan from the surprising sensation.

“Answer me, fuckdoll. Or you get nothing.” He literally shoves his fingers back in and continues his relentless thrusting, filling the room with the squelching sounds of your sloppy cunt. You scramble to remember the contents of the lewd texts you had sent him earlier that day, but your brain is so hazy from the orgasm you know is about to hit you, that you’re stumbling through your words.

“I-I said something about w-wanting to choke on your cock-” your sentence is cut off with a long moan as he applies direct pressure on your clit with his thumb.

“We established that already, dollface,” he scoffs. “What. Else.”

“I d-don’t remember,” you wail and thrash your head side to side against the pillow. Your release is so close, you can taste it. “Daddy, please let me cum - I’m going to cum!”

“Don’t remember? That’s a shame,” he remarks as he completely stops his actions and pulls his fingers out, yet again. You let out a scream of frustration at the fact that your orgasm was just cruelly ripped away from you. “Let’s see, maybe we need a refresher.” To your disbelief, he pulls out his phone and scrolls to the conversation from that morning. “Hmm, you told me to choke and spank you… Well, I’ve already done both of those, so what else?” His eyes narrow down at your quivering form and, to your relief, he puts his fingers back in you and continues thrusting. What was the last thing you told me, whore?”

“I-I told you to m-make me cum over and over a-again,” you gasp out as one final sharp thrust sends you completely over the edge. Before you know it, you’re screaming his name as you crash down from your high.

You moan in bliss as you feel the utter fucking release of the tension that had been building up inside you all day long. However, you barely have time to relax before you realize Atsumu’s still going at it in your now sensitive pussy.

“Tsumu,” you gasp as you feel your body jerking in response to the oversensitivity. “It’s s-so much… I-I c-can’t-”

The motherfucker literally laughs as he watches your face contort from the sheer overwhelming pleasure. “What? You asked for it. You’re droolin’ already and all I’ve given you are my fingers.” His jeering words ignite the fire building up for the second time as tears stream down your face from the overstimulation. “You tellin’ me you want me to stop?” He stuffs a third finger inside, stretching you even further and eliciting even more delicious cries from your lips. It felt like his fingers were thrusting even harder and faster, if that was possible.

“N-no, keep g-going,” you wail before you’re hit with your second orgasm of the night. All that you’re able to get out is a blubbering combination of “daddy” and “Tsumu” as your vision goes white and you hear the roaring of your own blood in your ears.

Atsumu finally slides his fingers out of your drenched pussy, eyes fixating on the string from your fluids attached to them. He takes advantage of your still panting mouth to stuff his fingers in between your lips. “You know what to do.” His eyes darken as he watches you desperately suck on his fingers, tasting your own essence on them. After he feels that you’ve effectively done a thorough job of cleaning them off for him, he smirks and pulls them out before leaning down so that he’s hovering above you.

“Good girl. Open wide for your reward.” Once you comply, he works up a good amount of saliva and lets it fall in your mouth, directly on your tongue. You moan as you relish the taste of his spit and swallow it all. “Thank you daddy,” you beam up at him.

He draws himself back in satisfaction as he pulls his sweatpants off, freeing his rock hard length and letting it slap against his abdomen. As spent as you are from your previous orgasms, there’s nothing you’re craving more than for him to be balls deep in your tight pussy. He just remains where he is, stroking himself as he watches you grow impatient for him to do something already.

 “Tsumu,” you plead in the calmest tone you can muster. “Please fuck me already.”

He merely continues to pump his cock, much to your dismay. “How much do you want my big cock, whore?” Again, it isn’t a question.

“I want it more than anything in the whole wide world,” you beg. Each stroke to his cock only serves to increase your frustration.

“Prove it.”

You let out a groan and proceed to rub your tits, squeezing them together and rolling your nipples in between your fingers. In your attempt to please him, you notice the way Atsumu slightly picks up the pace of his strokes as he watches you play with your tits.

But it still isn’t enough for him.

“You can do better than that.”

Fucking hell. You let go of your breasts and spread your legs, hooking your hands behind your knees so that he has a perfect view of your pretty, spoiled pussy. Your cheeks burn as you bring your hand down to spread your lips, offering him access to your slick hole. “C’mon, Tsumuuuuu… I’m all good and ready for you.”

Atsumu swallows thickly and finally relents. He grabs your thighs and holds them open as he positions himself at your entrance and pushes into you. You’re so wet from your previous orgasms that he slides in easily, burying himself to the brim as he loses himself in the feeling of being fully sheathed inside you and lets out a long moan. It feels like your pussy is literally swallowing him up as he bottoms out. Your eyes roll back as you feel yourself being deliciously, oh so wonderfully, stretched. His fingers were heavenly on their own, but nothing in the world could compare to the feeling of his thick cock hitting all the right spots in you.

“Fuck, yeahhh. You’re so tight, fuck. How are ya so tight?” Atsumu’s breathing is heavy as he squeezes his eyes shut, relishing the sensation of your walls clenching around him. He starts thrusting slowly, checking your face for any signs of discomfort. However, you grow impatient and start wiggling your hips, urging him to go faster. He scoffs and slaps your breast in response. “Be patient, dollface. You’ll take what I give ya.” You whimper, but cease your actions. Atsumu must have apparently decided that was enough for him as well, because he picks up his speed. 

His hips slap against you from the brutal way he fucks you into oblivion. His strokes are deep and hard, causing you to turn into a sobbing mess. The room is filled with the sounds of his balls slapping against your ass and your cries begging him to not stop and go even harder. The way he pounds into you has your entire body rocking back and forth as you moan at the feeling of his pelvis meeting you with each movement. 

“M-more, daddy!” Drool is seeping out of the corners of your open mouth and your eyes are glazed over from the sheer feeling of him being balls deep in you.

“You love being fucked like this, don’t ya?” Atsumu’s grunts fill your ears and you clench even tighter at his words. “An’ it’s never enough for you. Insatiable whore.” He delivers a particularly sharp thrust at the word “whore” which makes you blubber nonsensically. You want to tell him that you’re his insatiable whore, but your words are jumbling together as all your senses are devoted to the way his cock is slamming in and out of your cunt.

At this rate, you’re about to cum again in no time. Atsumu picks up on this and makes you wrap your legs around him so he can pound into you even deeper from this new angle. The tip of his dick now hits your g spot with each brutal thrust, making you literally scream in delirium. He’s more than pleased at your response, which is why he suddenly halts his movements and tilts his head at you in the cockiest manner. You want to scream and swear at him in every language possible, but you’re in such disbelief that all you can muster is the dirtiest glare at him. He laughs at the way your hips involuntarily move around him.

“Look at ya, you’re so fuckin’ cockhungry. I’m not even doing anything and your pussy’s tryna suck me in.” Before you can protest, he suddenly pulls out so that just the tip of his dick is inside you and slams back in with no warning. He’s back to thrusting into you, hitting your g spot with immense force. 

Before you know it, the knot that had been forming in your stomach completely snaps. His eyes train on the way your tongue lolls out of your mouth and your eyes cross together as your mind goes completely blank when you cum yet again. Your pussy clenches around him, causing him to swear profusely, and your fluids gush out involuntarily. Your cheeks are flushed and your chest is covered in the sheen from your sweat. He lets go of your thighs and leans over to meet your lips with his, never stopping the steady rhythm of his thrusts. You pant into his mouth as the sound of your heartbeat pounds in your ears and the cool metal of his chain dangles against your skin. 

“C’mon, make that face again for me.” Atsumu begins to rub your clit harshly, eliciting a high-pitched mewl from you as your entire body shudders.

“I-I-I…” Your teeth are clenched and your eyes are squeezed shut as pressure fills your head from the overwhelming sensation spreading throughout your body. It’s all too much, and you’re not sure you can cum again.

“Give it to me one more time, pretty girl. I know you can do it, I gotcha.” Atsumu starts sucking on the sweet spot behind your ear and continues to fuck you with the vigor of a possessed man. The bedframe shakes uncontrollably from the way he pummels into you. His thumb rubbing furiously at your clit sends shock waves of pleasure throughout your overly sensitive body and before you know it, the familiar pressure is building up in your stomach again. 

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my go-,” you chant as your eyes roll back in your head and you scream out his name while your vision goes completely white. Atsumu groans at the feeling of your tight walls milking his cock for everything he has. Your whole body is shaking, and you’re so wracked with pleasure that you can scarcely process the way his thrusts grow sloppy as he gets closer and closer to his own release.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” His groans fill the room as he erratically pummels into you to chase his high. 

“Cum inside me, daddy. Want you to fill me all the way up.” Your words are slurring together at this point due to the heady arousal clouding your mind, but they’re enough to tip Atsumu over the edge. He lets out a moan and his hips stutter to a stop as you’re overcome with the feeling of his cock twitching inside you and suddenly filling you to the brim with his cum.

Atsumu collapses on top of you and pants heavily in an attempt to catch his breath. The two of you are silent for a good few minutes before he gathers whatever strength is left in him to pull out of you. He remains somewhat on top of your utterly spent body and peppers kisses all over your face. “You good?”

“Never better,” you reach a hand up to stroke his hair, and he hums contentedly in response before rolling over to your side. He throws an arm over you, hugging you to his body and just stares at you lovingly.

“I wasn’t too rough on ya, was I?” His hand reaches down to your ass to rub soothingly at the marks left by him.  

“You were perfect, babe.” You grab his hand, intertwining your fingers with his own. “I’m sleeping good tonight, thanks to you.” He smiles at this and positions himself so that his head is tucked in the crook of your neck. He closes his eyes for a while as he savors the feeling of you stroking his hair and planting kisses on the top of his head.

“Babe?”

“Hm?”

“Ya wanna order food?” His eyes are still shut and you chuckle. “Yeah.”

“Who’s callin’?” He snuggles a bit further into you.

“Not it.” His eyes open and he looks up at you before literally pouting. You can’t believe this is the same man you were calling “daddy” just a few minutes ago.

“Why do I hafta do it,” he grumbles.

“Sorry that my phone’s out there and yours is literally at your feet because you wanted to be theatrical and ‘teach me a lesson.’” You smile as he continues to grumble under his breath, but pushes himself up to grab his phone and dial the number of your favorite takeout place. “Love youuuuuu,” you sing-song and flash a toothy grin at him.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I love ya too.” He rolls his eyes and lies back down next to you as he speaks to the worker on the phone. The entire time he absentmindedly plays with your hands as you sigh contentedly and bask in the feeling of being with him.

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[1kook]

commercial break; SEVEN

this is part of my netflix & chill series ! happens a few months before part 7 

summary; And lastly, Jungkook will bring it full circle by indulging you two in some good old fashion spooky sex where he nuts inside you because the only thing scarier than a scary movie is a pregnancy scare. It’s a perfect plan.  warnings; horny jk, jk wants to roleplay... everyone point n laugh, mentions of his impreg kink lol, making out, tits, honestly jk is just very horny n in love lol, jk in a vampire costume w fangs O_o rating; mature (18+) wc; 2k

notes; if u don’t know who lindsay is first of all ur sick, second of all here’s my queen’s top moments. also i just gotta say, this was originally gonna be a larger fic (a halloween special) for my ncouple, but i got a lil busy with school n ultimately didn't have time to invest in this as a whole installment so..... enjoy this commercial break instead!!

Jungkook loves Halloween.

He loves the pumpkin carving and the decorating. Loves the spooky music and the abundance of candy. He loves it, absolutely adores it, and for the second year in a row, he gets to spend it with you! Yet another person he loves very much.

He doesn’t remember ever being this excited for Halloween. Last year, you had roped him into going to some frat party with him, had egged him on, begged so cutely that it was your last year in college, baby until he caved. The two of you had spent the night drinking until you blacked out, Ubering home with your costumes half on, and then unceremoniously fucking in his living room with the blinds wide open.

(The next neighborhood meeting had been very awkward for Jungkook.)

It was his first time ever drinking with you like that, and he vaguely remembers, through his own drunken gaze, how cool you had been. Had absolutely owned a bunch of greasy football players at beer pong in your little sexy nurse costume. And when the crowd cheered your name, shrieked in awe, it had been him that you turned to for praise. “Did you see me, baby,” you had giggled, crowded him against the wall of this random house until Jungkook was sweating profusely. In lieu of a costume, he had worn a silly jogger set with a skeleton design that was supposed to glow in the dark, according to Amazon. You had told him he looked adorable, had kissed and squeezed his cheeks until Jungkook was a flustered mess.

It was still early into your relationship— if Jungkook did the math, you were only about five months in at that point —so he didn’t know how else to cope with the rapid thundering of his heart, the confession sitting on his tongue, the then scary L-word begging to be heard. So, he took you home and fucked you until your little nurse cap slid off your head and you were begging for him to let you cum, thus earning him his first ever offense for violating the neighborhood rules (i.e., traumatizing a group of middle schoolers by fucking in plain sight).

Long story short, Jungkook loves Halloween, and he loves it even more when he gets to spend it with you.

(He’ll never admit it, but he’s a hard romantic. He wants to do cheesy things with you, like cuddle you into his arms when you get scared, pat your head until you can look at whatever is happening on screen again. He wants you to feel safe in his arms, wants to be your refuge when things become too much. He likes to think he’s done a pretty good job so far.)

Jungkook’s plan goes like this:

First, welcome you with that Halloween basket you’ve been sending him tweet links about all month. The cute little Jack-O-lantern candy bucket stuffed with candy and hair ties and a soft Halloween themed blanket. It’s so cheesy, makes him blush when he catches sight of it in his closet, but Jungkook will do anything to please you.

Next, after presenting you with your Halloween gift and having you coo and tell him he’s a good boy, he’ll invite you to break your new soft blanket in. The living room will be prepared with an assortment of your favorite foods, the flat screen ready to play whatever horror movie the two of you settle on.

And lastly, Jungkook will bring it full circle by indulging you two in some good old fashion spooky sex where he nuts inside you because the only thing scarier than a scary movie is a pregnancy scare.

It’s a perfect plan.

It’s the best way to spend his favorite holiday, with his favorite girl by his side and some of his favorite horror films on the big screen. Jungkook spends all of October geeked up for it, even considers hanging up lights around the living room to really set the mood. He’s so excited, can’t wait to spend another wonderful holiday at home with you, that he doesn’t fully realize why you haven’t brought up the long awaited topic of costumes.

“You like?” you ask, standing at the door of his bathroom with a sultry look in your eye, tits practically pouring out of the tight top you’ve wiggled into, skin oiled up scandalously. He fumbles with the fake vampire fang prosthetics he’d been trying to glue in for the better half of an hour.

He had heard the door open downstairs when you got here, had called out his mandatory greeting as he heard you come up the stairs. But none of that had prepared him for the sight of you in… whatever this was.

Jungkook doesn’t really understand exactly what you’re supposed to be dressed up as until the two of you are back downstairs—blinds drawn, full moon slipping in through the cracks—with some random horror movie pulled up on the TV. “I’m Lindsey,” you whine, brand new fluffy blanket wrapped around your shoulders. It shields your boobs from view, but he’s not sure if that’s a win or a loss. “From Total Drama Island!”

He settles in beside you, doesn’t get too comfortable because it’s nearing sundown now and he knows the herds of children are bound to start flowing in. “Uh huh,” he says mindlessly. His collar feels itchy, the overly-detailed vampire costume he meticulously scoured the internet for being one size too small. You snuggle into his side anyway.

“You don’t know anything about cinematic masterpieces,” you frown, avidly tuned into The Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning, because apparently you love horror movies all of a sudden, a fact that genuinely throws Jungkook off. He’s not sure what it is about you that had deluded him into thinking you would be a scaredy cat, but he doesn’t take the new bit of information too hard.

The doorbell rings right as the first gorey scene ends and you make a big show of huffing and whining as he rushes to answer it. But it’s only the beginning of the long night that awaits, and, as Jungkook comes to find, running back and forth from the door to the couch is harder than it seems.

Anyway, Jungkook’s neighborhood is a little posh, or ‘bougie’ as you like to claim, and trick-or-treating hours end a little before eleven pm. By then he’s tired, having refused your offer to switch places in fear that your boob might fall out of that scrap of fabric you call a top and earn him his second neighborly offense.

However, that doesn’t mean he’s opposed to your boobs falling out in private.

“Stupid,” you giggle when he gets caught in his long cape, the sound slowly melting into a whimper as he slips his hands beneath your top, fighting with the ridiculous push-up bra you’ve donned tonight. Hands tangle in his hair, mess up the careful side part he’d styled up for tonight, and legs lock around his waist. “Your curtains closed?” you tease.

He huffs, catches your chatty lips with his roughly, presses and presses until your mouth must bruise. He belatedly remembers about those sharp fangs he’d glued on—hey, if he was going to dress up as some gaudy monster it might as well be realistic—and doesn’t realize until he tries to bite your neck and you let out a little yelp. Truthfully, he feels bad right away, but then you’re practically dissolving in his arms so he plays along. “Shh,” he hisses.

The roar of a chainsaw and terrified screams fill the living room, almost drowning out the soft sounds you release by his ear. “O- Or what?” you pant, flinch when he pushes your sad excuse of a skirt up over your waist. “Gonna b- bite me?”

And so Jungkook does.

You shriek. “That hurts, you idiot!” you scold with a tiny whine in your voice, but Jungkook’s cock is so hard. Your tiny, tight outfit does you no favors. Tits in his face, tiny thong against his bulge. He wants to make you sob, litter bites and marks all over your skin until his love makes you ache. You must see the crazed look in his eyes, because you drop the scowl. “Hey,” you say slowly, hand on his chest. “You look like you’re gonna eat me.”

He lets go of a breath he hadn’t known he was holding. He wonders if you can feel his thundering heart beneath your palm. “Fuck,” he sighs, leaning away to regain his senses. Was it something in the air? Was it the fatigue? The full moon? Why did he want to fold you in half and fuck his cock into you until you were a crying, shivering mess? Something about you tonight, laid out for him to take, makes him feel absolutely insane. Starved and psycho; he just wants to take and take until you don’t have anything more to give. He purses his lips, tries to ignore the hot feeling in his lower abdomen when your hardened nipples register to his eyes. “I think I’m becoming evil.”

Of all the idiotic things his brain can come up with, this one is definitely top five. His cheeks flush right after, fueled by the boisterous laughter that escapes your lips at his statement. “Oh my god,” you gasp in glee, hands falling down beside your head. “You’re becoming evil?’

Jungkook frowns, flopping down on top of you to hide the embarrassment that paints his face. “Shut up,” he mumbles against your neck, warm and safe.

A hand cards through the back of his hair, nails dig lightly into his scalp. “Aren’t you the cutest little vampire,” you coo, seemingly ignoring the rock hard cock Jungkook presses against your thigh. He’s still so horny, has this sick thought that he could just pin you down right here, tear that silly costume to shreds and swallow you up in his lust. But your voice is so sweet, has his eyes fluttering shut as you gather him in his arms. “Silly vampire,” you hum, one leg thrown around his hip, a subtle roll of you hips up into him.

Jungkook huffs, licks a flat strip along the base of your neck. It draws a shaky exhale from you, has your hands digging into his back when he begins to slowly lap against the skin, nibble and tug until your back is deliciously arching up into him. “Wanna push you down,” he confesses quietly, hands securing themselves against your hips as he leans back. You're all dazed, eyes trained on his fanged mouth when he hesitantly adds, “l- little human.”

You could laugh, tease him for his sudden weird need to role play with you, but you don’t. A look of understanding crosses your face, sly smirk slowly following. “Oh?” you grin, hand coming around to cup his cheek. “The little vampire wants to use my body?” Jungkook tightens his jaw at your jab, but nods nonetheless.

You’re a feast before his eyes. Boobs in his face, pussy begging to be filled. You’re his, just like Jungkook is yours. And when you indulge him and his stupid whims—kinks, he should say, occasional interests that sometimes make him question himself—his heart feels warm and full. Proud and unashamed, like the truest version of himself when you look at him with those eyes. And your words only confirm it.

Your hands reach down for your top, pull the flimsy material over your head in one swoop that has your bra coming off with it. It drops to the floor. If it makes a sound, Jungkook doesn’t hear it over the shrieks of terror on screen. the blood deaths, the suspenseful music. All he hears is he hammering of his heart. 

It’s two of your sneaky fingers that come up to play, pinch one nipple tenderly as you meet his eyes. “It’s all yours,” you purr. “I’m all yours.”

And the thirst he feels, well. It’s a little vampiric, to say the least. 

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[muwur]

snapchat headcanons

✧ hc’s ✧ for using snapchat w ur boi toi ft. the pretty setter squad

❧ gn reader

✎ 3.1k words

a/n: kinda a combo of how they use sc and the kinds of snaps they send you! along w wat u send them, and uh... dating stuf n shenanigans? texting/snapping habits? my fantasies? IDEK ANYMORE EOFHEFJ

this was born from the recesses of my mind , which desired nothing mor than snapchats from suga , us sending cute selfies , others bein dumb n chaotic , no context videos , n him snapping me photos of some mangoes on sale he said he’ll buy for me DXX it’s too late for me now

doing research on hq bois and surfing thru sc features (im just now realizing theres quite a bit?? im hoping i address most of them at some point lolol) instead of real life tings aHHhhhHAHA

requests: open! will be working on a suga one i got, dw, requester!

sugawara

✧ sends good morning and good night snaps

✧ so he’s rlly good at keeping streaks, probs has the longest ones (one of them being y’alls streak)

✧ posts tidbits of volleyball practice on his story every once in a while

✧ snaps you pics of his sleeping teammates when they’re coming back to school after a long day of matches , adding a single ‘❤️’ as a caption

✧ he will also create colorful masterpieces on all of them

✧ gives daichi a santa beard, tanaka a squiggly stache (i imagine it to look like spongebob n patrick’s seaweed ones now that were mEN), n kageyama sum angry brows,,, wait he already has them lolol u good der kags

✧ posts a picture of you when you’re hanging out, captioning it: “🥰“

✧ has conversations with you purely via snaps

✧ ranges from casual chats and checking up on u to crackwhoring ( ** indicates the photo, while the “” quotes indicate the caption, all snaps are italicized, otherwise its regular dialogue)

✧ suga: *peace sign* “hey sweetheart, how r u?”

✧ you: *pics of homework* “ahh, drowning in school ;-; i cant wait for this week to be over fghjkl”

✧ suga: *close up with :o on his face* “let’s study together tmrw!”

✧ or

✧ suga: *complete darkness* “its 3 am n i cant sleep”

✧ you: *the top half of your head, laying on a pillow* “ ;( aw babe. do u want me to send something to help u sleep?”

✧ suga: *still in darkness* “y u still up?? go sleep. n 🥺 yes pls”

✧ you: *snaps pics of feet* “that’ll be 50 bucks, pay up” 

✧ suga: *darkness remains* “can we make a trade instead? i promise to make it worth ;)”

✧ ok now u BOTH cant sleep (im sry my crackheading be acting up around 2am eeryday, i stan a mischievous suga--)

✧ video chats (in the darkness lol) instead until you both pass out (im not in luv u r 😭)

✧ super down to take filtered selfies w you

✧ does all the silly ones with you (things like ’angry face’ or the frog one)

✧ but also rlly digs lookin cute with you using some heart crowns, y’all an aesthetic (n crakhead) duo fosho

✧ def subscribes to life hacks and tries them out himself, has a 50% success rate

kageyama

✧ doesn’t rlly use snapchat too much

✧ but when he does

✧ will either send you a picture to indicate he’s at volleyball practice (wow wat a sexi lookin gym floor)

✧ or some random picture of whatever he’s doing at the moment (*drinking milk*)

✧ this is mostly in order to save streaks

✧ he’s so bad at streaks

✧ “why does it matter?? what’s the point of sending just black screens or whatever’s in front of you at the moment??”

✧ can’t keep a consistent streak for more than 3 days and also doesn’t care (until hinata challenges him to see who can have the longer one)

✧ when you send him videos of him playing, he really focuses on them to try to improve his technique. asks you to send those vids to him (assuming u saved them, which u did)

✧ but when you look over his shoulder when he’s watching a video and give him some compliment (“i recorded at the perfect moment! that was a really good set, kageyama!”), he gets a bit flustered

✧ gets even more flustered but pretty happy whenever you post videos on your story showing karasuno winning some points with captions like:

✧ “footage of the legendary quick >.>” or “karasuno crows flyin high!” or “these bois make my heart 😭 im so proud”

✧ you WILL catch him off guard in photos, using filters that surrounds his head w/ emojis like 🥺💖🥰💘

✧ you also put these on your story (to his dismay)

✧ ppl comment on these mor than anything else (n for those who dont rlly kno kageyama, theyre kinda surprised to him like this)

✧ hinata snickers “hey kageyama you look pretty good here--”

✧ takes some selfies with you, mostly cuz you want them

✧ saves them after u send them over (n secretly cherishes them)

✧ occasionally watches his subscriptions, they’ll usually involve sports, mostly volleyball (who woulda guessed)

✧ you use his bitmoji to test out random facial expressions you would never see him wear

✧ you: “can you smile and wink like this? act like you’re the obnoxious charming guy in a shojo.”

✧ will actually attempt, but it looks so bad that you die inside and he never wants to try again cuz of ur laughing outburst (you: “😭😭 bb im sorry i couldnt help it”)

oikawa

✧ literally sends you anything and everything

✧ morning bathroom selfie to show off how good his hair came out that day, saying:

✧ “he has risen”

✧ or “i woke up like this”

✧ and my favorite, “you’re lucky you get this content for frEE”

✧ selfies with iwa, who just looks annoyed and exasperated at the camera

✧ sends you pics of his lunch and snacks (“bet u wish u had milk bread too”)

✧ always packs extra milk bread so he could convince you to stay at his practice after school--

✧ FILTERSS

✧ I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENUF

✧ will either use the filters that make him kayooottt (cute)

✧ loves the ones named ‘hearts,’ ‘soft,’ ‘peach,’ ‘butterfly cheeks,’ vsco filters LOL, etc

✧ uses ‘big mouth’ when he feelin a bit sASSY; also loves to use this one when he rants, it channels his inner valley girl

✧ sometimes he’ll be snacking or drinking something while he does so (“hey guys today im gonna eat these milk buns from my favorite bakery and this bomb orange juice and complain about this little kid who talked smack to me earlier and almost made me cry--”)

✧ takes cute selfies with you, is an aesthetic selfie king, puts them on his story to show off he’s hangin with you

✧ but on your story you only post the ones he looks bad in LOL

✧ has separate stories for his every need, some r private (and lucky you, ur included in all of them)

✧ titles them ‘mean things iwa said to me today,’ ‘ranting hotbox + mukbangs,’ ‘a day in the life of oikawa,’ ‘volleyball 🏐,’ ‘unpopular opinions,’ etc. 

✧ fitting room photoshoots lol

✧ “y/n, what do you think of this??” “and this?” “oOH WHAT ABOUT THIS??”

✧ ends up calling you through video chat so you can live critique his choices

✧ “oikawa, please no, i can’t be seen with you in public if you wear those--”

✧ also changes his bitmoji’s outfits from time to time, hopes you’ll notice, but you don’t LOL (oikawa: ;((((((( )

kenma

✧ uses sc usually just to reply to messages ppl send him

✧ indifferent about streaks, but keeps a few with ppl he’s closer to

✧ mindlessly plays the snapchat games with you, finds some of them kinda cute

✧ you both made his bitmoji for him, dressing his up in the orange cat suit

✧ you also helped make kuroo’s and put his in the black cat suit to match--

✧ snaps you every time he gets a new game, starts playing it, and once he finishes

✧ started to post some gameplays and reviews on his sc story (might as well add them to sc since he was already on other social platforms), and ended up amassing a large following

✧ follows the tech and gaming stories on sc

✧ as well as the ones with cute animals--

✧ open to selfies with you, usually wears a calm expression and holds up a peace sign

✧ even occasionally sticks his tongue out

✧ his story is occasionally heavily bombarded with candids of him w/ pretty sc filters, all taken by you

✧ but of all the filters, you love using the clout glasses on him

✧ especially when he’s just minding his own business

✧ “kenma, in his tru habitat” when hes cocooned in a blanket

✧ “kenma, on his way to steal yo manz” while on his way to the bathroom

✧ “kenma, next iron chef. watch out gordon” as he’s cooking instant ramen

✧ “kenma” n das it

✧ but he thinks it meme-y so he lets you do whatever you want, kinda digs it

✧ you end up dedicating your snap story to memes of kenma and the nekoma volleyball team. ppl are in it for the shits n giggles n hot bois

✧ you later discover someone else did the same thing with their volleyball team filled with hot bois from shiratorizawa, and you befriend tendou and share funni internet tings

akaashi

✧ 99% of his photos include either you or bokuto or both

✧ bokuto spams akaashi’s story and contact list with selfies and videos of himself using weird filters, often gets you to join him

✧ has several streaks, but will send something with more substance than a black screen or his bedroom window

✧ will usually involve smthng that just happened to him or smthing he saw, like:

✧ “a kind older lady offered me some apples in return for helping her”

-or:

✧ “how do i break the news to bokuto that the yaikniku place he’s been wanting to go to for the past week ,,, is closed today”

✧ o n let’s not leave out:

✧ “is it possible to conjure a ghost using a wooden spatula, ketchup, and a chalk drawn hexagram? bokuto’s been paranoid ever since he tried last night and i dont know what to tell him. seriously, help”

✧ looks through stories occasionally, comments whenever bokuto makes questionable decisions

✧ also comments on whatever you’ve posted. his words range from “you’re cute” to “why,” depending on the content

✧ ppl know when y’all are hanging out cuz he’ll post smthing to indicate he’s with you, usually it’s some candid and you’re not paying attention

✧ appreciation posts for you as well! esp if you got him something, like onigiri or his fav, Nanohana no Karashiae , for lunch! (akaashi: *snaps a pic of his food* “thank you y/n for feeding me”)

✧ prefers video calling over texting/snapping whenever possible tho

✧ occasionally reminisces thru his sc memories

✧ enjoys the flashback feature and will send them to you and bokuto (cuz they’re about y’all anyway lolol)

✧ also has secretly saved a bunch of selfies of himself, consists of him trying out a lot of the filters (he feelin himself)

✧ you, one day, looking thru his phone and discovering them: “akaashi, you’re so pretty wtf”

✧ akaashi: “...”

koganegawa

✧ sends you selfies of him before practice

✧ during breaks

✧ and after practice, usually makes a comment about how it went for him that day like:

✧  “i hit a decent toss today and futakuchi actually complimented me!”

✧ that, or:

✧ “i got yelled at 17 times today 😢😩”

✧ has quite a few streaks, his longest ones being with you and hinata

✧ def uses filters

✧ tries out every funny one he finds and sends you videos

✧ “look y/n im an aaaaAALlliiEEENnnNNN oo oo hoo hhhooOOh”

✧ “now im a chicky nuggy!!” (chicken nugget)

✧ also enjoys the doodle feature

✧ but he uses the filter with the clout glasses unironically--

✧ usually when smth good happens to him and he feels happy and/or cool about it

✧ “just beat the boss in this game on my 69th try B)”

✧ “kogane, that’s--”

✧ plays sc games with you and thinks bitmojis r cool

✧ kinda sad he cant find a hair option that matches him tho lolol rip

✧ you: “you hair’s just,,, unique,,,”

✧ subscribed to anything sports and fitness, as well as pop culture so he can stay in the loop

✧ also watches everyone else’s stories, pointing out whenever he sees smthing cool and/or interesting

✧ “woahh, karasuno’s at nationals right now! i wish we could’ve won, but next year for sure!!”

✧ you encourage him at all his games, hyping him up irl and online

✧ “koganegawa: best setter 😍!!”

✧ luckily you didnt record the parts he completely messed up LOL

semi

✧ before going out with you, snaps you a pic of his casual outfit like:

✧ semi: “does this look ok”

✧ you: “babe you look great, tendou was just messing with you”

✧ will make unwanted appearances on tendou’s snap and complains to you about them

✧ “i didnt consent to being part of his meme page” and

✧ “okay, but he didn’t only have to share all the moments i messed up--”

✧ also indifferent about streaks but will do them

✧ sometimes sends snaps/streaks indicating he’s practicing his music

✧ when you see these you usually ask him to send you vids or if you can come over n watch

✧ initially is a bit shy about it but he loves what he does and you and knows you’re genuinely interested and supportive so he agrees

✧ secretly rlly enjoys having you as his personal audience

✧ lowkey into asmr, like the soap cutting shit as well as chewing crunchy things

✧ also watches food porn and clips of mukbangs, then can’t resist going on youtube and watching the whole thing

✧  “y/n, can we try this, it looks so good--”

✧ will also often watch oikawa’s stories, especially his ‘ranting hotbox + mukbangs,’ and makes comments about him being an idiot

✧  “this kid he’s talking about is a savage”

✧ but admits they’re quite entertaining

✧ just looks serious in all the selfies you take with him

✧ you: “can you look like you’re enjoying yourself?”

✧ semi: “i look cooler like this tho”

✧ sc memories filled with shenanigans from you and the volleyball team, doodles, and mirror selfies with him experimenting diff looks (you: “tendou, you got him way too concerned about this”)

✧ also enjoys showing off he’s with you, taking a short video of you when you hang out

✧ you: “semi, i look bad right now”

✧ semi: “but you can never look bad”

✧ you: “🥺 bb”

✧ viewers: “aw”

✧ shiratorizawa: “can he be this nice with us LOL”

shirabu

✧ his main mode of communication with you is mostly through the regular messaging app, so he doesn’t use sc too much

✧ also doesn’t care for streaks and is bad at keeping them

✧ will answer to you or his senpais rather soon tho

✧ but lets all his other notifications pile up a bit before finally going thru them

✧ goes through the snaps he receives really fast, spending like 2 seconds each to look at them cuz aint nobody got time for dat

✧ doesn’t even rlly open goshiki’s LOL

✧ you have fun using filters on him and taking videos while he’s just doing his own thing peacefully like studying

✧ it takes him a second to notice and when he finally looks up, he just gives you an exasperated look

✧ cue you cracking up with laughter bc the filter finally shows up on his face

✧ his eyes and mouth are now on mike wazowski

✧ that, or his face becomes so disturbingly moRPhed like an alien

✧ caption: “ken-chan, my future medical man 😍”

✧ “y/n, please, this is like the 7th time in the last 20 minutes--”

✧ finally convinced him to take a study break and hang out with you

✧ which usually consists of snacking and light banter while you lay your head on his lap

✧ and scrolling through snapchat stories and showing him what everyone else is up to and cool things you’re subscribed to

✧ “loooook, dr. miami’s doing another butt job! is this the line of work you’re studying so hard for?”

✧ “no, it’s really not”

✧ is actually very soft with you and likes having the photos and vids for memories

atsumu

✧ sends you snaps where his brother looks bad, captioning it:

✧ “this is evidence that im the hotter twin”

✧ likewise, osamu sends you snaps where atsumu looks even worse

✧ like, the mans passed out, looking rekt and open mouthed, drool seeping into his pillow

✧ osamu: “u still have time to break up with him”

✧ also lucky for you, atsumu also loves to take unflattering photos of you and send them to you randomly at like 2 am

✧ you: “nani tf when did you even take this??”

✧ usually posts a snap while he’s out somewhere like at a match, the gym, outside on a run, a party, or just hanging out with you or his frens

✧ however, makes sure you look good if you show up on his story cuz he wants to show you off

✧ doesn’t really care for streaks, but has a lott

✧ but also has a tON of unopened snaps

✧ is the type to send just a black screen n call it a day, or maybe spice it up by sending a pic of the sexi gym floor (a comeback) w his shoe in the corner

✧ will, however, consistently respond to you and kinda looks forward to ur snaps (secretly hopes you show ur face)

✧ but when you dont:

*in class*

✧ atsumu: *a smirk on his face* “your content’s kinda dry today” 

✧ you: *your sexi desk* “my nudez ain’t free, i demand compensation”

✧ atsumu: *grasped his chin in thought, but angled the cam up bc he needa hide his phone in class lolol* “what if i... take you out on a romantic excursion”

✧ you: * your face but with ‘sausage’ filter* “🥵🥵🥵🥵 yessir, what u want”

✧ rlly only wants to have pics of your face wat a closeted sOFTIE

✧ likes to have content on his flashbacks

✧ usually has other social media sources to keep up to date with things

✧ actually rlly digs using sc filters, mostly ones that’ll make him look like a queen

✧ captions a selfie of you two like: “me >>>>>>> y/n”

✧ but nearly everyone who comments on it is like: “i think you flipped the sign, bro 🤥”

✧ judges ppl who are into soap cutting asmr (you will never hear the end of it if you also like it)

a/n: sc kinda dying for me, my use went from suga to an atsumu to like nearly nonexistent LOL

also o gawd i already have ideas here n there for a pt 2 so stay tuned fjxnwfesd hope it takes me less long cuz this one took me fkin foreva LOL

idk y i made semi like mukbangs but i feel like he’d be rlly into them--

[seacottons]

Picture Perfect

- pairing: choi san x reader

- word count: 10.4k

- rating: M

- warnings: smut,  asphyxiation,thigh fucking, unprotected sex, cursing, petnames, dirty talk, fingering, spitting, begging, slapping, scratching, oral sex, pure and utter filth.

- summary: You were San’s favorite model to photograph. He’s got you wrapped around his finger to the point where you can’t see past the picture perfect image he’s created for himself.

It has been increasingly stressful working as a part-time model. You weren’t considered one of the well-known, top models in your company, however, you still had very successful photo shoots, as well as receiving numerous brand endorsements and CF opportunities. Your manager, Hongjoong, treated you very well and you wouldn’t trade him for the world. You also got along well with a few of the photographers at the company, Seonghwa and San.

The past year had been quite strange as few models made headlines for reasons they shouldn’t have. They disappeared without a trace. No witnesses, no alibis, no suspects, no CCTV footage. Nothing. It had been about a month since the last girl, Kim Sooyoung, vanished. She wasn’t part of your agency, however, with her striking firetruck-red hair, everyone knew who she was. Models with various popularity scales were targeted, so investigators were left baffled at the random targets.

Hongjoong was even more-so protective of you more than ever, always making sure he was around whilst you were at work. Seonghwa and San also hung around during their breaks, and you insisted that the extra attention wasn’t necessary at all. The three men only glared at you in return, fussing among each other regarding the safety of you and the other models at the agency. 

Today was your day off, and San had invited you over for dinner. It was a constant routine between you and the photographer. He would cook you dinner, and in return, you agree to model for him occasionally. 

“I need to try out these new lenses I bought. They destroyed my wallet, so they better be worth the hype.”

“This filter changes the whole game (y/n)! My god, where was this all my life?”

“I need to try these new angles!”

“You’re the only model in the agency who doesn’t just ogle at me the entire time, that’s why.”

“A photoshoot with baby Shiba Inu puppies. It’ll be the highlight of my career, please, (y/n)!”

However, this time, San meekly asked you if it was okay for you to model for him bare. He sounded so small on the other side of the line, and you could only laugh in return, agreeing to his request. He’s seen you clad in scandalous clothes before, as well as lingerie, and in that case you figured it wouldn’t be that much different.

Your gaze bore holes straight at the camera lenses as numerous snaps are taken, before shifting and switching your position, this time sitting on the edge of the king sized bed, bare thighs pressed down against low footboard, as your fist brings the corner of the bunched up comforter over your nether regions, concealing yourself as you lean back to strike another pose for the flashing camera, your long tresses curtaining over your breasts.

“Can you lower the aircon setting, San? The room is getting colder,” you mumbled, disregarding the pool of sheets between your legs and reaching up to frantically rub at your cold arms, goosebumps prominent on your flesh.

  San raises the camera to meet his eye level, he internally berates himself to remain professional- that gaining a full blown boner during a shoot isn't even close to professional but the mere sight of your petite frame before him had awoken a desire he simply couldn't will away. Gritting his teeth instead and attempting to snap pictures from multiple angles in order to photograph your beauty in whole, he couldn't help but to emit a short laugh afterwards, lowering the device with a sheepish expression. it's getting pretty hot over here, though. In more ways than one, and it's all your fault.”

You tilt your head back, an amused laugh spilling past your throat at his words, before regaining his composure and gazing down at his tall frame, eyes fixed on the obvious tent in the other’s pants, “Oh, blaming me now? Weren’t you the one who asked me to be your model. Nude model, if I remember correctly?” You couldn’t deny the attraction you felt towards the male. You had to milk the opportunity to fluster him as much as you can, because you always found his reactions so endearing.

 You flick the white covers off of your body before making your way towards him and taking the camera from his hands, placing it down on top of a shelf, before bringing him closer to your frame with the collar of his shirt, his body stiffening and eyes widening at your bold actions, “How about you take a break and show me what else you can do with those hands of yours, other than take pictures, hm?” You work at loosening his tie and unbuttoning the top two buttons of his dress shirt before grazing your lips onto his neck tenderly. You want this. You’ve been wanting this for the longest time.

“No one in their right mind wouldn't be affected by someone like yourself simply standing before them, though. I should have known better than to test my limits by having you do so but I'm not complaining, of course. I'm still holding onto those said words of how your beauty is far too ethereal for us beings to withstand,” he mumbled, voice hitching and dropping an octave as he feels your lips press against the junction of his neck and shoulder. He allows his gaze to rake over the alabaster expanse of your exposed skin, feeling a hitch in his breath as the distance nears before wordlessly framing your hips and slotting his lips perfectly against your own shortly after, humming lowly in a surprisingly tranquil manner, “Do I have the permission to completely wreck you? The need to have you- all of you, is growing too painful to bear, my love.”

You trail the tips of your fingers down his jawline as a smile grows on your thin lips, a chuckle bubbling in your chest. “My, you are such a gentleman, Sannie. So prince-like and all..” 

He instinctively leans towards your light touches gracing his heated skin before promptly arching a brow upon hearing your statement, a playful tone dancing throughout his words whilst running a hand through his dark locks,“Haven't I always been a gentleman? Were you too blinded by my appearance that you haven’t noticed, my love? You have such a toll on me and I can do nothing but beg of you not to use it to your advantage.”

You trail a fingernail down his firm chest, letting his hands roam against his strong back as you press your lips back against his own pair, before reaching down to slide your hand beneath his trousers and boxers, giving his bulge light, gentle squeezes. “Then I’m all yours for tonight, darling. I want you to ruin and break me.”

He briefly tongues the seam of your lips as a silent request to gain access before gasping once your dainty fingers take grasp of his pulsing length, grunting as he shamelessly ruts into the warmth and contact of your palm in seek of more. His gaze darkens upon hearing your words, “Oh? I suppose you'd also love the opportunity I’m giving you to ride me, hm? How I’d also like to fill you up to the very brim and make you cry and beg for more? Would you like that, sweetheart?” 

You hum quietly in response as you shed him of his shirt, watching it fall to the floor with a rustle, your eyes roaming at his well defined shoulders and biceps. You bite back a smile as you parts your lips, allowing his warm tongue to glide into your mouth as you gives his cock a rough squeeze, thumbing the leaking slit gently whilst suckling gently on his tongue, the sounds of your lips smacking obscenely against his pair filling the quiet room and sending a jolt throughout your spine. Pulling away ever so slightly, you emit an airy, wanton moan against his mouth, “The things you’re doing to me, Sannie..”

He encircles a well toned arm around your lithe waist to successfully draw you nearer before taking the lead by guiding you onto the bed once again, providing your hips with a light squeeze before humming lowly in acknowledgement, a soft chuckle escaping his throat, “The things you’re doing to me with that sinful body right now, (y/n)..”. He curls his tongue around your own wet muscle once more, begrudgingly retracting from your touch, disregarding his throbbing erection by opting to plant a series of open-mouthed kisses along your jaw and down the bared column of your neck, nipping at the skin and carelessly littering bites to grace the expanse, “I'll have you crawling back to me for more, baby girl.”

You tilt your head to one side for a more comfortable position as he tongues the junction of your neck, a small moan escaping your lips in the process. Your hands squeeze his shoulders gently, trailing down past his toned chest and subtle hair near his abdomen, before working on unzipping his pants and tugging down his boxers. He fights against the urge to protest whilst your fingers deftly work on undoing his pants, soon discarding the remaining articles on his own and causing his thick girth to slap against his lower abdomen once it's released from the offensive barrier of clothing.

“Fuck, San. You sound so sinful a-and I’ll most likely come undone before you even touch me,” you instinctively tilt your head back as his lips make their way down to your jaw and neck, lips parting for shaky breaths, your fingers wrapping around the base of his erection and giving it a few tugs and squeezes. 

You gaze down at the expanse of his chest and abdomen, eyes finally taking in the sight of his throbbing cock, resisting the urge to run your tongue along the protruding veins, instead flinching slightly when he licks and bites at your earlobe, a small chuckle blowing softly against his face as he wraps your leg around his hips, your other leg spreading as he brings his crotch roughly against yours, grinding and rutting against your glistening folds,desperately in need of friction. 

You feel him smile against your neck, teeth lightly scraping against your skin and leaving pretty pink marks on your flesh. Emitting a quiet chuckle that is soon followed by a raspy moan, he then tugs at your earlobe with his teeth, swiping his tongue across the flesh before resuming his filthy speech, “If that is the case, then I'm going to map you out with my tongue first, unravel you completely before fucking you open with my dick. You're eager for it, aren't you? So eager to be filled—” he reluctantly takes hold of your wrists, pinning them down on either side of your head with a firm hold before flattening his tongue against your exposed nipple, flicking his tongue against it with a chortle, “Maybe one day I’ll see for myself just how much my words have a toll on your pretty  little body. And judging from how wet you are, I don’t think it’ll take much for you to come with only my words.”

You bite your lower lip harshly at the sudden warmth and wetness on your rosy bud, your fingers twitching slightly as your wrists try to shift underneath his hold, your back arching as an involuntary gasp escapes into the room, your toes curling tightly from the pleasure, thighs squeezing around his waist as he returns to attack your supple and untouched flesh with his swollen lips,”F-fuck.. always such a tease with that tongue of yours, San..”

He pridefully grants you the sight of his rippling muscles each time his arms shift before emitting a series of grunts from the friction created, reciprocating the said movements by undulating his hips against your own before framing your hips to permit the act of sensually grinding against you, maintaining the eye contact whilst lavishly rolling his hips forth to vex you even further. “Enlighten me, love. Where should I direct my tongue? Is there a specific place you'd like me to pay attention to?” He wants to laugh at the expression on your face, but holds himself at the last minute in fear of upsetting you. San encloses his lips around your rosy bud of your nipples before sucking hard, swirling his tongue around shortly before traveling lower by pressing wet, heated, open-mouthed kisses along your abdomen, pausing to suck a vicious bruise onto your prominent hipbones whilst grazing his teeth roughly against the chosen patch of marred skin.

You swallow thickly, head thrown back as your face scrunches up with the surge of pleasure racking through your body, your hips falling limp as you allow him to grind his angry, red cock against your wet core,chest glistening with a sheen of sweat and heaving up and down as you take heavy gulps of air. You release a string of curses as his mouth travels further down your body, your gaze intruded by a few strands of your bangs as you watch him decorate your skin with kisses and bite marks. You manage to mumble out shyly, neck and ears burning into a soft tinge of pink, “A-ah.. down there, please.. ”

He allows his lips to be tugged upwards by a roguish grin in response to your said words as he then intensifies the rocking of his hips by mimicking the motion of harshly thrusting into you, encircling his long and thick digits around your inner thigh, languidly stroking the supple flesh before striking your globes with a subtle grunt, “Fuck baby, I love it when you become so flustered and submissive with just a few words. Perhaps the next time I bring you to your knees, you'd be able to gag and choke on my cock for as long as you'd like.” 

You bring a fist to your lips, biting roughly on the knuckle to suppress your moans, thrusting your hips upwards in time for his rough thrusts, your eyes closing half way as your head lolls to the side, hips rutting eagerly against his own.He briefly draws away in order to appreciate the sight of your newly tainted skin before spreading your thighs apart, emitting a low and guttural moan upon the mere sight of your bared, sopping hole for his viewing pleasure.

Slapping your hands away upon noticing the sight of you attempting to suppress your moans, he then parts his lips to emit a low groan of pleasure from the imagery of your pretty lips stretching around the thick girth of his dick, batting the urge away as he swipes the pad of his thumb across your opening, your arousal pooling against his digit, before bringing it up to his lips to suck it all off with a lewd pop,”Don’t try and hold back any sound or I will stop, understood?”

“I’m sorry. I’m just.. so overwhelmed,” your eyes turn away and you refuse to meet his burning gaze, face burning in embarrassment. 

“You’re so cute, my pretty baby. I want nothing more than to fuck you stupid.” He bares his teeth in pleasure upon hearing your words before leaning forth to possessively create a dark bruise upon your clavicles, admiring the contrast of it against your porcelain like skin before drawing away to wrap his fingers around the girth of your throat, tipping his head to the side as he silently rakes his gaze over your current flushed state with pride swelling within his chest, “I wouldn't even bother pulling out of you, for that matter. I'd prefer to go for round after round and watch my as cum spills out of that pretty hole of yours to stain the sheets. Only then would I withdraw to shove my tongue into you and clean you up.”

You swallow thickly at his words, face flushing and thighs instinctively drawing together. He scoffs in a miffed manner, hands slamming your knees on either side of the bed and leans closer before promptly obliging to your previous request by flattening his tongue against your entrance, meeting your gaze with hooded orbs,”My love.. is this what you wanted?” 

 You stiffen visibly as his warm tongue trails against your twitching opening, your thighs spreading further apart to give him ease of access as you nod quickly, not trusting your words as you choke on a moan, pathetically whimpering loudly in the process before your hands tangle themselves in his dark locks as he presses his mouth further against your arousal, silently pleading him to snake his tongue into your heat, “Please, please.. San.”

He pauses his ministrations, humming against your skin whilst teasingly raising a brow,”Hm?”

“Fuck me with your tongue, please.. I'll do anything.”

“Oh, I will. And afterwards, I’ll make you pretty by painting your whole body with my cum too,” bracketing your well-rounded globes for leverage, he then flicks his tongue against your folds before tracing your clit with the tip of his tongue, listening to your pleads and whimpers, clearly enjoying the writhing mess he has made out of you before finally giving in with a hushed chuckle, lapping at your sopping heat insistently with visible and growing hunger, “Fuck, you taste so good-”

You incline your head forward slightly, hooded eyes trained the mop of his dark hair as he continues his ministrations against your core, before breathing out a raspy moan at his words, your head falling back against the mattress as the image of yourself stained with his cum flashes through your mind. You attempt to move your hips to grind against his face, before he chuckles against your core, strong arms wrapping around your thighs and firmly locking them securely in place. Your sweaty, flushed face contorts with pleasure as he wraps his lips around your nub, giving it a rough suckle, “F- fucking hell, S-san-” Your fingers tug at his inky locks as your back arches painfully high when he shoves his tongue deep into your warm cavern, tongue curling against your walls without warning, your voice higher an octave as you plead and beg him for more, your hips rutting against his face slightly whilst whimpering quietly as you feel the tip of his nose graze your clit, “A- ah, San- please-!”

Spreading your folds apart, he continues to provide your hole with thick, wet swathes of his spit slick muscle, reveling in the filthy squelches that resonate each time he thrusts his tongue forth and into your channel to stimulate your walls before abruptly inserting it into you as deep as possible, greedily enjoying the unique and highly addictive taste of you dancing across his taste buds. You grips fistfuls of his hair, tugging roughly at the roots as his wet muscle dives further down your cavern, your calves stiffening and toes curling in the air as your hips jolt down subtly with each thrust of his tongue, the lewd squelching noises driving you to your peak as your back arches painfully high one last time, a loud shrill of his name bouncing against the walls of his bedroom as your body quivers from the intensity of your climax. Just as he delves deeper into your tight heat, his eyes widen upon the realization of you reaching your high, drawing away with spit slick lips as well as glistening arousal upon his chin before leaning up to hungrily lap up your flushed entrance, grunting lowly as the slick slides down his throat with each swallow, “Holy fuck- the fact that you came from merely having my tongue inside you is so hot. Being eaten out is one of your main weaknesses, baby? Are there more kinks for me to look forward to and discover?”

You breathe out a shaky moan as his tongue glides along your core, cleaning up the sticky residue, your dainty fingers losing their grip in his hair before scraping the muscles of his back as he scoots up to press his lips atop of your own, “What's the fun in telling you? Maybe you should try other things and see for yourself?”

He relishes the burn and pain thrown into the intoxicating mix of pleasure whilst hoping the crescent marks your nails leave behind remain upon the expanse of his skin, silently adoring the mere thought of being marked by you before engaging in the passionate motion of grinding down against you, smoothly gyrating his hips whilst arching upwards in a rather graceful manner, hissing in delight upon the formed, angry lines of red, “What's fun without a hint of teasing, hm? I think you can bare not having my dick inside you just yet- perhaps I should just press your thighs together and fuck them for today. I could fulfill my promise tomorrow, after all. Maybe even the day after?”

He carefully hooks his palms beneath your knees, guiding them upwards as he presses them against your chest whilst wordlessly admiring your current, exposed state, silently approving of the many marks now marring your once flawless skin. San spits onto your thighs whilst also using some of your arousal to lubricate your skin; he then slots his flushed and erect dick between your delectable, thick thighs before setting a pace of languidly rocking his hips back and forth, groaning aloud due to the surges of pleasure created from the heated contact and slick slide of skin against skin due to his leaking cock. “You'll be the cause of my death- I swear to god, babe.” He then trails his fingertips down your chest whilst sucking on your bottom lip, caressing your skin by splaying the gaps of his digits apart before finally brushing his thumbs against your nipples, roughly tugging at them with a hum in response, “I suppose you do have a point- but the only reason I asked was because I'm terribly eager to please you as well.”

He runs a calloused palm along your inner thigh, squeezing and kneading the reddening flesh before providing you with harsher thrusts, snapping his hips forth with increased force as the obscene slap of colliding naked skin resonates throughout the air filled with the thick and musky scent of sex. He inserts and retracts his throbbing length with vigor, precisely grinding against your entrance, grunting in pleasure whilst throwing his head back to bare his throat for your viewing pleasure. With a smirk curling along his bitten lips, he abruptly inserts two of his long digits into your hole, making use of the slick from the previous ministrations as he plunges them forth to massage your inner walls, “You like that, baby?”

You hiss softly as you’re bent, your entrance twitching from the cool breeze of the room, a breathy moan escaping your lips as you feel his cock in between your fleshy thighs, purposely flexing your muscles tightly as he rocks his hips in between your legs, watching as the red tip of his cock eases through your slicked thighs with ease, before disappearing and returning once more at a feverish pace. An involuntary groan sounding out from your chest as you imagine being filled with his dick, leads him to glance at you, smile adorning his features. “Oh, god, San.. you’re too much for me,” you groan breathlessly, your forearm pressing against your eyes to shield yourself from his intense, burning stare, jaw slack as you squirm beneath him, back arching as he trails open mouthed kisses against your flushed skin, all the while still thrusting in between your thighs, fingers wriggling knuckle deep in your heat, “M-more, San.. please, I need more.”

He gradually releases your abused nipples with a pleased hum as you withstand the burn before rewarding you by kissing a wet path along your thighs, swiping his tongue along the exposed skin whilst almost painfully grazing his teeth against it to effectively vex you with a murmur, “I love how needy you sound, baby. You’re so desperate for my touch, hm? Well, I guess I'm well aware of what I shall be devouring for breakfast from now on.”

Emitting a breathless chuckle once catching sight of you grasping onto the sheets for purchase, the movements of his hips soon grow erratic and begin to stutter, signaling his approaching release as he eager chases after it, tilting his head back with a drawn out, guttural moan as rope after rope of thick cum is released to grace your abdomen as well as chest due to the position, riding out the intense orgasm whilst obliging to your said request by adding a third digit and plunging them in and out of you, even leaning forth to lick at your clit whilst gazing up at you and speaking in a tone laced with deep huskiness, “Cum for me, baby.”

Eyeing the thin trail of spit escaping past the corner of your lips, he promptly leans forth to collect it with his tongue, humming in content as the unique taste invades his cavern and dances across his pleased taste buds. His fingers continuously work, gently massaging the walls of your channel and drawing out your release by circling the pads of his fingertips against the your bud before finally retracting altogether with a sated smirk plastering itself across his contented facade after watching you writhe once more underneath his touch. He chooses to bring the said digits towards his lips shortly after, lewdly swirling his tongue around to clean them of your juices with a moan in delight before finally halting all ministrations once hearing your words.

“That was ..so much- beyond my comprehension. Aha, I don’t know if I’ll be as good as you while returning the favor,” you hummed lowly, eyelids fluttering shut as you try and calm your erratic breaths.

He releases a low sigh of content before pulling away to spit in his palm, meeting your gaze as he then spreads the saliva along your opening before delivering a sharp slap onto the flesh with a chime of laughter, “I hope you're looking forward to being marked more often by myself. Keep in mind that you're allowed to suck me off anywhere, anytime. If that's what you desire, I’ll be all too happy to comply. You’ll be amazing, so don’t compare yourself to me, darling,” he murmurs, “You don't even have to do anything before me and it awakes all possible carnal desires to take you. I simply must ask, (y/n)- are you interested in a committed relationship?” Dragging the pad of his thumb along your plump bottom lip, his orbs then begin to cloud with the desire to properly and officially claim you as his own with a breathy and low whisper, “The mere thought of you belonging to someone else is terribly infuriating.”

“I would love to call you mine as well, Sannie,” a smile graces your lips as you reach forward to brush strands of his ebony locks out of his eyes, “I’ve been pining over for you for months after we met, but I was too afraid to make the first move. Wouldn’t it be deemed as unprofessional.. you know? Model and photographer? What would Hongjoong say?”

Caressing your thigh in a soothing manner with the use of his palm, he then forms a subtle simper in response, finding himself growing impeccably weak upon catching sight of the upturn of your lips, “You’re so sinfully beautiful, baby. Everything I could possibly want and more, for that matter. Work can remain the same, if that’s what bothers you. We’ll have boundaries and such established until you feel more comfortable, okay? Hongjoong will approve, I know him all too well.” He skims his fingertips along your prominent hipbones and smaller frame, taking in each and every detail of yours before meeting your gaze with hesitant orbs, initiating a passionate kiss shortly after interlacing his fingers with yours, your other hand reaching down to palm at his throbbing girth.

“You seem like you can use the help there, love,” you smiled as his eyebrow twitched in response to your touch, his jaw tensing and locking tightly whilst he hardly contained the satisfied, guttural groan escaping his throat.

“I’d be a fool to decline- but at the same time, I want you to regain your energy first. you have pleasured me, after all. The whole session so far has been nothing but because fucking hell, baby- you're perfect.” He splays the gaps of his fingers across your chest and leans in to pepper a few kisses along the length of your jaw, humming contentedly before his breath hitches upon the sight of your wet muscle gliding against your bottom lip, swallowing thickly as he attempts to disregard the growing urge to jump your bones once again by settling by your side instead and encircling a toned arm around your waist in a visibly possessive manner as he effectively draws you closer. “Says the perfect one.”

You emit a squeak of surprise, body tensing as he presses your chest flush against his own. As he spares a glance towards your breasts, he bites back a laugh before carding his fingers through your locks in a soothing manner, gently massaging your scalp by applying the subtlest pressure upon your skin. “I’m speaking the truth- god, look at yourself. Debauched and splayed out just for me, I'd do absolutely anything to wake up to the sight of you this way- every single day.” He begins to hint at the thoughts weighing him down once reluctantly drawing away from the intense and passionate lip lock, leaning into your touch before placing an affectionate trail of pecks upon your palm as well as wrist, “Please, don't argue with me. You’re the epitome of perfection between us two. which is why I was wondering, if you'd like to belong to me. I will treat you so well, baby- you wouldn't be used and thrown around carelessly. I just- desperately want and need to call you mine.”

“I would love to be yours, Sannie. As long as you’ll be mine.”

His brows quirked up, jaw dropping slightly, before hastily leaning in towards your face, pupils blown wildly at your response. Once a kiss had been initiated, his eyes immediately fluttered shut in order to reciprocate, skillfully swiping his tongue over your bottom lip before capturing the flesh between his teeth to provide it with a playful tug, “Baby, I'm in dire need to own you and no one else has awakened such desires within me. The thought of someone else swiping you away angers me.” He trails his fingertips along the prominent hickeys left upon your alabaster skin, tracing them with care before leaning forth to gently soothe them with his lips by pressing kisses against them to make up for the sting, “I’m nothing special but I would like you to complete me.”

“The things you’re doing to my heart, Choi San,” You groan as you pinch the bridge of your nose as you close your eyes, searching for the right words, before looking up at him and grinning sheepishly from ear to ear, your arms wrapping around his shoulders tightly as you pulls him close and pepper his face with multiple kisses, whispering yes after every other peck of your lips.  As he's drawn towards you, a beam lights up his features each time your lips descend upon his skin and he finds himself emitting a quiet sigh of content before stopping you in order to place a kiss upon your forehead, your eyelids, the tip of your nose as well as your cheeks and finally, your lips with a murmur, “Thank you- thank you so much, baby girl,” and with that, his palms begin to travel along your thighs once again, spreading you apart before straightening up to maneuver himself and settle between your legs with a bite of his lip as he slots his length between your ass cheeks, undulating his hips against yours with a moan whilst teasing your entrance with the flushed tip of his shaft, “Even if you had declined- the urge would have only grown stronger within time. But since you do, thankfully, belong to me now, I promise to shield you away from the dangers of the world. I'd do absolutely anything to keep you happy- therefore, I want you to be completely honest with me concerning your thoughts and wants as well. I'd be all too happy to comply just for you and I'll also be- your personal superhero. The title fits, yeah? I’ve also changed my mind- I want to take you, own you and claim you right now, baby. ”

“San, you are flawless,” you whimper out, slick folds rubbing against his shaft, fingernails dragging down the expanse of his back whilst doing so, “I would love for you to mark and own me.”

He then lifts your hand towards his lips, planting a trail of kisses along your knuckles before emitting a quiet chuckle and shaking his head in strong denial, “I am not 'flawless' nor 'perfect' on my own. I’m the dorky person you'll have to gradually warm up to.  And you- you have no idea how much you drive me crazy altogether,” guiding your legs to wrap around his waist, he presses himself flush against your figure and latches his lips onto your collarbones, hoping the previous preparation would be sufficient as he guides his now, erect and thick girth into your channel, sheathing it deep within you with a low groan before interlacing his fingers with yours as an affectionate gesture and pausing to grant you time to accommodate to the dull burn brought upon your form, “You're so fucking tight for me, baby- t-tell me when you're ready, alright?”

Your thighs tremble at the intrusion, walls fluttering around his girth as you lightly push at his shoulders, before tugging him down so that his frame is flush against your trembling form, arms securely wrapping around him as you emit a whine, “N-no. I.. God, you’re just s- so.. so big. You’re perfect..you truly are, in every sense of the word.”

Eliciting a quiet chuckle in return to your adorable actions, he regards your words by placing several, repeated pecks upon your lips, licking into your mouth to tease you whilst speaking in a lowered tone of voice as happiness laces through, “I don't see how the word 'perfection' even fits this image of mine but since it's slipping past these perfect lips of yours- I’ll take it into consideration and mull over accepting it,” a soft sigh of content slips past shortly after your lips press against his and he draws back with a bright glint within his orbs, “Where have you been all my life, hm?”

Taking notice of your pained state, he brings it upon himself to lave at the column of your neck, distracting you from the building burn before releasing a moan as your walls clamp around his shaft, causing his hips to jerk forth and involuntarily thrust into you with a muttered apology. Once receiving your permission, he initiates a slow yet steady pace of rocking his hips back and forth, appreciating the smooth glide of his lengthy cock within you each time he pulls back and pushes forth whilst uttering against your skin, “Does that feel good, baby?”

You respond with fervent kisses to his lips, mumbling out praise after praise, and he emits a soft grunt towards the contact as he then trails his tongue alongside your own, gently nipping at it and curling his wet muscle around your own before chuckling in response, “ I'll try suppress the urge to decline your compliments by kissing you instead. That does sound like better resolution than a mere thank you, right?” Crinkling his nose in a rather adorable manner, he then opts to capture your bottom lip between his teeth before giving it a playful tug. 

Once his hands are intertwined and laced together with your own, he pins them down on either side of your head before upping the pace of his movements, attempting different angles in hopes of finding your sensitive spot each time he plunges his cock inside. Experimentally swiveling his hips shortly after, he then delivers a particularly hard thrust forward causing your frame to jolt forth in response and shift due to the forcefulness of his eager yet precise movements whilst nipping at your earlobe, a loud cry leaving your lips at the sudden action, “God, I fucking love and adore the sounds you make- I should kiss you till your lips are bloodied and bruised- it'd be a pretty sight for me to photograph too, don't you think?” He runs his long digits through your hair before tightening his grip upon your locks and roughly tugging your head back to bare your neck, leaning in to trace the prominent veins running along the column with a growl, “Mine.”

He silently admires the graceful arch your body creates and immediately sets out to repeat the action, relentlessly fucking into you with strong thrusts as he drives his thick cock into you, watching as your ring of muscles stretches to accommodate the girth each time his hips fluidly snap forth to slap sharply against your ass, “God- you feel so fucking perfect around my cock. I could fuck you all day.” Lowering his lips, he then latches them upon your nipple, sucking hard enough to leave a reddening mark behind once he pulls away, enjoying the sight of the swelling nub.  “Tell me, baby- who do you belong to?” he mutters, teeth nipping and tongue swathing over your earlobe each time the bulbous tip of his dick strikes your walls, stubbornly intent on having you scream out his name whilst pleasured grunts slip past his own bitten lips each time your velvety walls tighten snugly around his pulsing cock seated deep within you,”You're hungry for my cum, aren't you? Wanting it all over you, inside as well as out- fuck, you'd look exquisite that way. Flushed and panting with streaks of my cum painting your chest and rosy cheeks whilst more of it oozes from your hole,” the knots within his stomach begin to tighten irreversibly as a signal towards his oncoming release and his movements gradually turn erratic, managing to utter a warning under his breath, “ Fuck, I’m close-”

Clenching his jaw as your blunt nails dig into the skin of his back, a moan is ripped from his throat shortly after, silently enjoying the pain being thrown into the intoxicating mix of pleasure surging through his veins as you continuously emit wanton whimpers of his name,” That’s  right, baby. You’re  all mine and no one else will ever get to see you splayed out in such a manner.” 

Acknowledging the red lines left behind due to the abuse of your nails and gasping as blood begins to seep through the marks created, he bottoms out before framing your hips and guiding you downwards to meet his strengthened movements, mercilessly driving his cock into you whilst noticing the sight of you reaching your own high, gasping as his own climax washes over his form, causing thick and hot ropes of cum to spill into your hole and paint your walls. 

Riding out the intense orgasm and milking his cock for all its worth, his thrusts finally come to a stop, not wanting to pull out of you just yet as he settles on lightly gyrating his hips against yours by rolling them forth, “God- I fucking love you- I don't even want to withdraw just yet. Do you mind staying this way for me, baby? You were absolutely perfect-” he murmurs, lips ghosting along your shoulders before regaining the steadiness of his breathing after a few short moments of silence, “Now, I want  you to use the restroom and  come back and rest. We’ll take a shower later on and then, I’ll take you home to move your things, where you truly belong, right by my side.” 

“Waking up to your face every morning sounds like heaven to me,” You reach up to peck his lips, head still in a daze after your third orgasm of the night. Humming in reply, you buried your face into the crook of his neck, lips leaving faint trails of feathery kisses onto his glistening neck, “I love you, Sannie. You are the epitome of perfection in my eyes, truly.”

Allowing his palms to trail along the sides of your smaller frame, he then pauses to gently squeeze your hips, even caressing your inner thighs as he appreciates the smooth and supple skin beneath his touch, “God- you're my definition of love and perfection rolled into one.” Emitting a noise of amusement once witnessing your flustered reaction, he then gently pries your fingers off and away from your face, revealing your features with a bright beam in return,” I am glad to hear that you’ll agree, baby and I truly love you to the moon and back,” He welcomes you within his embrace, snaking his arms around your lithe figure before finally placing his palms upon your pert globes with a hum,” I hope to keep such titles and descriptions for as long as I’m by your side.” He gently brushes his nose against yours as a sign of affection before nodding in silent agreement once comfortably settling by your side, groaning under his breath as his length slips out of you due to the change in position whereas the arm encircling your waist tightens it's grip, possessively,” I love you. Now hurry up before I end up falling asleep without having you in my arms.”

You laugh and proceed to head to the bathroom, before hastily returning back to bed with him and failing to notice a hairbrush tucked in the corner of the bathroom counter, with bright right strands of hair coiled tightly between the plastic bristles. Once back in bed, his arms find purchase around your smaller frame,”Goodnight, sweetheart,” He murmurs, placing one last peck upon your plush lips before finally allowing slumber to claim his form. _____

He finds himself awakening hours after with a smile upon his face as he's greeted by your ethereal beauty, sighing in content as he reaches out to caress your cheeks and place a chaste peck upon your lips before drawing away with a murmur, “God- you're absolutely perfect.” Lifting his gaze to watch your expression whilst you sleep, he then begins to experimentally trail his hands downwards and along your inner thighs, spreading them apart before languidly stroking your core whilst nipping at your earlobe in hopes of waking you as well. It doesn't take much longer after that for you to flutter your eyes open, peering frantically before pausing once catching sight of his face.

He retracted his fingers, opting to nestle beside you, lips grazing your cheek as he shoots you a lazy smile. The two of you laid there for what felt like half an hour, words soft spoken against each other’s skin whilst in the other’s embrace. You press yourself against his side, nuzzling the junction between his neck and shoulder as he caresses your arm around his waist, humming softly in content at the warmth of his body, eyes fluttering shut as you listens to his words, before slowly inclining your head against his shoulder, staring at him with questioning eyes, lips quivering as you ponder on whether you should probe further into his words.”I.. you don't mean?”  You point to yourself with a hesitant hand, heart hammering against your chest as a lump forms in your throat, leaving you unable to form any noise. Butterflies flew in your stomach, your heart swelling with adoration at the sight of the man beneath you.

 “Yes. I'm not sure as of right now but- I'd like you to be the main focus of my photography from now onward. Modeling just for me in multiple, rather compromising yet beautiful positions, nonetheless. I’ll speak to Hongjoong about it. I’m tired of having Seonghwa brag about always being the one to photograph you, aha.” Subtly sinking his teeth into a patch of skin by your throat, his fingertips then trace circles onto your hipbones with a content simper, “Oh, and you're also going to be living with me from now onward if that hasn't crossed your mind yet. I can't wait to wake up to the sight of you beside me each day- the very epitome of perfection.”  

“I don’t think I’ll mind you being my main photographer, love. However,” you reach up to brush his bangs out of his eyes, “I would also love for you to model for me. No camera will ever do you justice, but you’re so handsome. It’ll be a shame for you not to pursue a modeling career.”

“A few pictures of myself?” he arches a brow in slight hesitance upon the thought of his self proclaimed lanky limbs and subtly grimaces before waking from his reverie due to your touches upon his skin that leave a fiery trail in its wake, “I- I suppose a change in position would be part of the experience between us two. You could take the reigns and have me model for you- nude, if you'd like. But, I’m not the most well-built guy around and-” you immediately shush him with a glare, hands running along his chest and biceps, praising the ripples of muscle underneath your touch.

 “You think I've got the needed muscles too?” He asks in a tone laced with earnest surprise, experimentally flexing his biceps before a chortle slips past his lips, hoping the darkening pink coloring his cheeks goes unnoticed by opting to shake his head in return, “and now, you're flattering me and turning me into a tomato. Thank you, though, I honestly appreciate it since your opinion is all that matters to me, anyway.”

As you notice the subtle hint of pink on his cheeks, a large grin forms on your face, “Oh, Sannie. Of course I think you have the muscles for it. I’m glad you take my opinion into consideration. Don't let anyone else make you think otherwise about your physique, alright? You’ve been sculpted and crafted by the Gods. I would think you’re a Greek statue if I didn’t know you. And by the way, you look cute as a tomato~.”

“Babe, your opinion is all that matters to me as I've said before- it's the only opinion I shall be taking into consideration for as long as you're mine,” he pokes at his dimples, lips outstretched into a sheepish smile, “I suppose that's a good thing, yeah? You like tomatoes, don't you? But- don't call me cute- I'm the beast here and you're the beauty. Therefore, beasts aren't cute.” 

You pull him down for a kiss with a hearty laugh. You graze your teeth gently against his tongue, mewling into his mouth as your tongue runs along the roof of his mouth, before swirling it around his own, “Starting from this day forward, I want you to accept all of the compliments you receive. You are flawless. Everything about you is perfection, and I hope one day you will  soon realize and accept that fact.” Reaching up to lightly pinch the tip of his nose, you offer a sheepish smile, before eliciting a small groan of delight, only to have it drown into his mouth as  he tilts his head at an angle, deepening the open mouthed kiss. 

Pulling away after a moment to regain his breath, grinning warmly at you, he chuckles airily “It's just that I haven't deemed myself fit enough to withhold such.. thoughts? I'm a lanky guy whose limbs are far too flexible- it's a little tough imagining myself in the place of a model but I'm willing to try, nonetheless.” And with that, he leans forth to press a light peck upon you lips before lightly tapping your nose with a subtle simper tugging at the ends of his lips, “Just for you, my love. A perfect lady such as yourself only deserves the utmost best.”

“You flatter me too much,” you murmur against his lips,”but still, thank you. You’re the sweetest.”

“Flattery out of pure honesty. You don't have to thank me, baby- I’m providing you with anything and everything I know you deserve. All the happiness in the world, really.” 

“I am afraid you think too highly of me, San,” you breathe out, attempting to ignore the way your stomach flutters at his words, “I don’t know if I can live up to those expectations.”

“You aren't capable of disappointing me, love. Although, I was wondering if we could delve deeper into details regarding the lines you draw when it comes to sex. I would detest having to upset you or perform anything you're uncomfortable with. Plus, I'm truly curious when it comes to your other kinks now that I’m well-aware that you enjoy getting eaten out.”

“I honestly haven’t experienced much to know what I like and don’t like. Perhaps we can start with the things you enjoy, and we will see from there?” you caress his cheek with the back of your hand, smiling tenderly at him.

Emitting a soft hum under his breath upon hearing your proposition, he then nods in return before parting his lips to speak whereas his fingertips smooth over the bruises and hickeys left upon your skin from the last session between you and him, “I can only hope that I won't be scaring you off with any of these kinks of mine- but I'll state the first one that riles me up, then. What are your thoughts on asphyxiation?”

You pause, nodding your head whilst in thought, “I’ve heard of it, but I’ve never experienced it. I’ve just never met anyone who was willing to try it, but I’m not against the idea. Why? You’re into that?”

Swiping his wet muscle along his pair of lips to moisten it, he then meets your gaze and directs a rather sheepish and timid smile shortly after, shaking his head in response while idly brushing the skin underneath your breasts, “Ah well- I’m glad to hear you're comfortable with it but having you experience it wasn't what I had in mind. I wanted you to wrap your fingers around my throat, really.”

You squirm underneath his subtle touches, and emit a short lived chuckle, before gently pushing his hands down, so that they are resting on top of your ribs instead, “San- please- that tickles.” You stare at his moistened lips, vision hazy slightly, before snapping out of your trance and looking at him with slightly widened eyes, “Wait,me? I mean- you? but, what if I kill you? Will I know when to stop? Are you going to tell me when or..?”

“You'd know, I'd keep you well-informed so you have absolutely nothing to fear. You won't kill me,”  He guides your dainty digits to wrap around his throat as a brief act of demonstration causing his breath to hitch upon the mere contact, gazing down at you with hooded orbs whilst gyrating his hips against yours, flushed cock nestling perfectly against your wet folds.

With long fingers wrapping around your wrist, he meets your gaze and simultaneously nods in time, forming a reassuring smile towards you shortly before parting his lips to speak in a tone filled with need, “I'll let you know when to stop, just- harder, please.”

You inhale a deep breath and sit up in a more comfortable position, before swallowing thickly as you tighten your grip around the circumference of his neck, your breath hitching in your throat as you watch him for any sign of pain or discomfort.

As the pressure increases, the exposed expanse of his skin flushes and a choked moan is ripped from his throat, nodding instead as a wordless response before finally giving your wrist two taps in hopes you'd get the message trying to be conveyed and release your hold. He then swiftly dives downwards, lips hungrily latching around your rosy bud, fingers pinching the other neglected one simultaneously, “I can just come undone with only having your pretty fingers around my throat, darling.”

You gasp lightly and press your back deep into the mattress, your buds stinging from the tight grip, knees bent on either side of him as your hands roam down your back, caressing and squeezing his broad shoulders. “Oh, f- fuck. You and your fingers drive me absolutely crazy, especially when they’re,” you place his hand against your chest, his fingertips grazing your erect nipple, before dragging it downwards to your inner thigh, “Right here and here, biting and licking me.”

Quirking his brows once hearing your words, he then begins to knead and palm your globes with a sly smile, even delivering a light slap onto the right cheek with a chuckle upon hearing your statement, “Most people do tend to notice my hands but I think it's great between you and I. It's easier for me to work you open and have you ride them first.”

“You have the prettiest fingers, especially when they’re knuckle deep in me, but..”

Arching a brow upon hearing your words, he then raises his hand towards his lips, smirking slightly as he engulfs three of his digits, languidly swirling his tongue around them and coating them with a sufficient amount of saliva before drawing them away, now glistening with spit, “Would you like to ride them right now, then?” He then pauses briefly upon noticing your resistance before emitting a soft chuckle once catching sight of your adorable expression and actions, kissing a path along your shoulders and clavicles before licking a hot trail down your torso, humming contentedly whilst doing so. “Ah, I see. You’re hungry for my dick and not my fingers. I hope you won't mind the morning sex when you finally move in-” he places a light peck upon the the hood of your clit before planting open mouthed kisses along the bud whilst meeting your gaze, “Is there anything you'd like me to do in particularly or should I resume with my task of fucking you into stupor?”

“I’m sorry, I love you but.. can we wait a bit? After last night, I feel pretty sore down there. I don’t know if having your dick in me is the best idea right now- fingers and tongue are okay though.” you tear your gaze away from him shyly, face reddening in mild embarrassment.

He emits a quiet chuckle under his breath before shaking his head as he leans forth to fit his lips over yours instead, humming whilst playfully ghosting his fingertips along your nipples, “There's no need to apologize, baby. and- I  love you too. No one shall ever be able to swipe or steal your spot within my heart. you're all I need and more.”

“And so are you, my love. I'm already addicted to you- and it may be unhealthy but I don't think I'm able to find it in myself to complain. I'm falling for you so hard.” Upon hearing your words, he leans up to shower your chest with light pecks of affection whilst encircling his digits around the rim of your entrance, teasing you before finally guiding them into your channel with a low groan towards the tightness.

He swirls his tongue around the flushed nub of your clit before sinking lower, engulfing your core with his wet cavern and obscenely lapping at your glistening folds, pulling away shortly after to speak in a husky tone, “I think I'd rather eat you out first, if that's alright with you. You must be tired, after all and I think my baby girl deserves a little reward since she's behaved so well.”

His lips descend upon each and every blooming mark marring your skin, planting light kisses against them as a form of apology whilst his digits firmly frame your hips, “I hope I've inscribed myself within your mind, really. The same way you've wormed your way into mine. You've completed this lonely heart of mine. Perhaps, if not already- within due time, I'll do the same to yours as well.”

When you pull him up face level, he willingly reciprocates the initiated kiss, silently enjoying the connection before parting his lips as a silent sign of granted permission, snaking his tongue into your mouth before coaxing the wet muscle into his own as he swirls it around your own in a synced rhythm whilst his lips then curl into a smirk as his digits twist to massage your walls, “You like that, baby? God- you're still so tight for me. I can't wait to fuck you open every morning- to have you splayed out upon my sheets this time whilst I drive my cock into you.”

You loll your head to the side, eyes rolling to the back of your head from the intensity of the pleasure racking through your spine,thighs jostling as he repeatedly pounds his digits into your small frame, short gasps and moans filling the room as you withdraws your legs from either side of him, folding them back against your body in order to give him more ease of access, “A- ah.. baby, please.. don't ever stop- make me cum over and over. Fuck-” You release a strangled whimper as you feel his lips against his bud, wrapping around the rose colored flesh and sucking harshly.

“Then I won't till I've you begging me to stop,” he mutters lowly before flattening his tongue against the your opening, tracing the folds with the tip of his tongue before nipping at a spot right beneath your clit with his teeth, grazing your nub, then fitting his lips around it and sucking hard, sensually bobbing his head at a measured pace whilst working his tongue along your leaking core, to provide you with as much pleasure as possible with each flick of his tongue.

He applies a fluctuating amount of pressure each time his digits press against the your velvety walls, massaging them whilst admiring your current state with blown orbs of his own, feeling his length beginning to twitch from the mere thought of the said penetration, “C'mon, baby- tell me exactly what you want. I'm all yours, after all.” 

A few hours pass by as you lay together in bed, chests heaving from another round of pleasure. You emit a laugh while nuzzling the crook of his neck, praising him for being so kind and gentle with you.

“Then, I’ll continue to shower you with words of affection, praises and descriptions of just how much I adore you altogether. You deserve nothing but the best, therefore I'll do absolutely anything and everything I can to provide you with just that. Please, there's no need to thank me at all. Since you're returning these feelings of mine towards you, I couldn't possibly ask for something better. I love you- so much.” Drawing away from you, he then meets your gaze before pressing his and your lips together, initiating a passionate kiss with a soft hum in contentment.

Sparing a glance towards your bare and dainty digits, he then brushes his own across your knuckles with a thoughtful hum, “What would you like as a symbol of possession, hm? A ring, maybe?”

You momentarily ponder, eyes drawn to the red lines decorating the flesh on his chest and pecks, before looking up to meet his eyes, “Anything will do, San. I’m not picky. I’ll leave it up to you.”

An amused chortle slips past his plump lips before a toned arm encircles your waist, effectively drawing you closer whilst instinctively responding to your touch by tipping his head to rest his cheek against your palm, even pressing a few pecks upon your wrist before speaking up in a playful manner, “Anything? What would you say to a collar, then? One with a bold 'S' engraved upon the front? You’ll be my cute little kitten, hm?”  

He then showers the column of your neck with fleeting pecks of affection, even providing your hand with a light squeeze of reassurance shortly after whilst you hum in agreement,“Wait- really? You'd like that?” His fingertips dance across the fair skin of your bare neck, finding himself smiling upon the mere thought of a collar gracing it before nodding in approval and agreement, admiring the upturn of your lips with a mirrored one of his own, “It's decided, then. A collar with my initials, it is. Perhaps- years or possibly months later, you'd even say yes to a ring, hm?”

Your breath catches in your throat at his implication, hands immediately darting up to shield your flushed face as you cry out, “Choi San, you will be the death of me!” You huff and card your fingers through his locks, shooting him a pout as he laughs at your words, “But, I think I’ll like  that.. I love you. Growing old with you sounds like an adventure, so count me in.

Relishing in the glide of your digits across his scalp, he emits a sigh laced with satisfaction before eliciting a light-hearted burst of laughter, “You sound like the very definition of the ideal being and I'm terribly grateful since I'm able to call you mine. I love you too, beautiful. No words shall ever suffice to define my feelings, either.”

You rest a hand atop of one of his, while the other caresses the back of his neck in a soothing matter, fingers curling between the lavender ends of his mullet, nodding fervently at his words, before emitting a quiet chuckle, “You don't know how flattered I am to hear that. No one's ever said something so sweet, and you make me feel appreciated and loved. I can't thank you enough for that. and Honestly, I've fallen for you all the same. You're so charming, so sweet. I really couldn't have asked for anything more. I really do love you, darling.”

“Oh, (y/n),” he murmurs before dipping forth to latch his lips onto your jawline, gently flicking his tongue across your skin before traveling lower to gently graze his teeth along your prominent clavicles with a hushed murmur, “Just what have you done to me, my sweet (y/n)?”  

[lixiescheesestick]

a/n: I couldnt think of a title so I'll just leave it here without xD

pairing: Seo Changbin x fem!Reader

genre: smut

wordcount: 1.8k

warnings: slight corruption kink, oral (female receiving), a bit of dirty talk

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It was no secret that you were still a virgin. Pretty much everyone on campus knew, due to you being pretty much the last one. Even your best friend, Jisu, had lost hers a few months back. But then again, Jisu was a completely different personality compared to you.

She was the mischievous one of your friendship, and definitely a party animal. And since you each got older, her style changed into something more provocative. You on the other hand never changed much, staying shy and covering up as much skin as possible most days. You wore minimal make up and never went to parties.

Until tonight that was.

“Jisu! Don’t you think this skirt is a little too short?”, you called out of the bathroom, observing yourself in the mirror.

“Babes, we are going to a frat party, not a study group.” Jisu called back,”Now get your ass out here and lemme see you!”

And so you did, slowly emerging from your bathroom to see your best friend fully dressed up. She looked up from her phone as she heard you shuffling, gasping when she saw you.

“Y-Y/N… Oh my god! You look so gorgeous. At this rate all the boys there will be drooling over you.”

When Jisu said that you smiled admitting to yourself that you looked great. The black, leathery mini-skirt hugging your curves. The navy blue, silky shirt contrasting with its bottom piece perfectly.

“Now let’s get some makeup on you and get going. Jisung, is going to pick us up.” she explained, dragging you to her room to get you glammed up and ready.

-

The party could be heard from a street away, making you nervous. A swarm of uncomfortable butterflies erupting in your stomach.

“Hey, Y/N, it’ll be fine. I was nervous at my first party too. Trust me, they get more fun over time.” Jisu mumbled to you. You smiled at her and nodded.

As the car came to a halt, she grabbed your hand and led you inside. As soon as you got in, your nostrils were filled with a discomforting scent of alcohol. There was loud music bouncing around in your head as you were dragged in  a certain direction. From one moment to the other you were in a brighter room, hardly anyone occupying it other than people filling up their cups.

“So, what do you want? Punch, beer, malibu? They got everything.” Jisu said, holding a red cup in your direction.

“How about.. Water?” you asked, making your bestie break out into loud fits of laughter before just filling your cup with some sort of toxic looking mixture.

“What did I say earlier, Y/N?” she cocked an eyebrow.

You sighed, grabbing your cup and looking down.

“What I thought. Now come on let’s- Oh, Mia hi!” Jisu quickly walked in the direction of her friend leaving you behind. You knew she didn’t mean to, she was excited, but now there you were. Stood between a bunch of young adults grinding on each other with no other goal than to get into each other's pants by the end of the night.

You pushed your way through until you found a semi-empty corner. A few people sat around chatting and laughing together. You sat down on a free seat, observing the party. You scanned the crowd of people to see if you could find your friend, but instead your eyes landed on someone else.

He was stood by his friends, them being slightly taller. His hair black as well as his clothes, his look being mysterious. You didn't notice that you had been staring until you realized that he was looking back. His strong gaze made a warm jolt spread throughout your body, your thighs squeezing together slightly as a reflex.

He smirked, looking you up and down. You quickly broke eye contact after that, downing the rest of your drink before getting up and heading toward the kitchen for a new one.

You quickly took a random bottle and filled your cup and turned around to leave, only to walk into quite a hard surface. You didn't look up, quietly apologising and going to move around the figure before they stepped in front of you.

"Where do you think you're going, princess?" a playful voice asked, the male's arms crossing before his chest.

You looked up only to see the guy from before. Gulping when you realised how much better he looked close up.

"W-well I.. I was gonna.." you raised your hand in the direction of the party, unable to get out your sentence.

The man raised an eyebrow at you, chuckling at how flustered you seemed in front of him. He held out his hand in a gentlemanly fashion, though you knew his intentions were no where close to gentleman like.

"I'm Changbin. It's nice to meet you princess." he said.

You raised your hand, unsurely shaking his.

"I-I'm Y/N." you stuttered out.

"Well, Y/N." he spoke up, pulling you towards his chest with your conjoined hands to whisper in your ear. "I saw you eyeing me earlier. It was like you were basically undressing me with your eyes, hun. Why don't you and I walk down to my place and have some fun, hm?"

"I don't know.. I'm- I've never yknow." you muttered, the offer captivating but at the same time nerve wracking.

"Wait, you're still a virgin?" he asked, taking a step back and looking you in the eyes.

"Mhm.." you nodded. It was an odd situation, but coming to think of it you wouldn't mind losing your virginity. But maybe that was the alcohol talking.

"Well, how about we make your first time pleasurable. What do you say?" Changbin asked. He seemed eager but was still cautious.

You just shook your head, Changbin grabbing you by the other hand and walking in the direction of the front door.

And man, you had no idea what you had gotten yourself into.

-

As soon as the door shut, you were pressed against it. Changbins hands pinning your hips back as he kissed your lips as passionately as he could. Your hands just gripped the bottom of his shit, crunching up the fabric in your hands.

Slowly his lips trailed from yours to your neck, sucking around until he hit a certain spot that got you whining. His member hardening as he kept on thinking of corrupting you.

Changbin tugged your shirt over your head, chucking it behind him as his hands roamed down your back sides to the back of your thighs.

He pulled back from your neck, muttering out a small 'jump' so you did. Your legs wrapping around his torso as a reflex.

Changbin carried you around the apartment to what you were guessing was his room.

When you got to his room, you were laid down on the bed. Changbin tugged off his pants before crawling on top of you. His fingers going behind your back to unhook your bra.

Changbin marveled at the sight of your chest, his lips wrapping around your left nipple instantly as his hand went up to the other. You moaned as he sucked harshly, all the arousal rushing down into your core.

"You've been keeping this all to yourself, such beautiful tits.." he muttered, cupping your breasts in his hands as he kissed around your stomach.

Changbin trailed his hands down to your skirt, undoing the zip at the side and pulling them down your legs together with your panties.

"Shit, you're so wet princess. Was this all me?" Changbin asked, his fingers running through your slit.

You nodded your head again, Changbin frowning.

"Speak up, baby."

"Yes Changbin, was all you." you said, embarrassed but at the same time aroused.

"Good girl.." he said, leaning in and licking up your slit.

He groaned at the taste, sucking at your aching bud. His right hand trailed up your thigh, his ring finger prodding at your entrance before he pushed it in.

"Fuck, you're so tight. I can't wait to be inside you.." he said, a moan erupting from the back of your throat as he went back to abusing your clit with his tongue.

He thrusted his single finger in and out of you until he thought you were stretched enough to add a second one, the stretch of his fingers stinging, making you whine.

"How are you even going to take my cock if you can hardly take two of my fingers, huh princess?" he asked, now face to face with you as he kept plunging his fingers into your core.

"Please, don't stop!" you whined, a feeling of ecstasy running through your veins as you came over Changbins fingers.

He slowed down before pulling out, placing a chaste kiss on your lips as you came down from your high.

He tugged down his boxers, throwing them onto the floor as he reached over and pulled a condom out, unwrapping it and rolling it down his hard member.

"You ready?" Changbin asked, a small change if tone compared to before.

"Yeah." you said,looking down, eyes widening at the sight of his large, girthy cock.

"Wait, will that even fit?" you squeaked, suddenly nervous."

Changbin chuckled, going down to place a kiss on your lips.

"If you stay calm, of course." he said, rubbing the tip up and down your slit, making you desperate.

Changbin pulled you into a messy kiss as he lined himself up, pushing in slowly taking it an inch at a time.

You whined at the stretch, more painful that you thought it would be. When he bottomed out Changbin gave you a bit to adjust. You nodded your head, signalling him to start moving and instantly a wave of pleasure coursed through your body.

As you got more comfortable, and everything felt more pleasurable, Changbin got faster. The sight of your writhing body, flushed face and marked up chest bringing him closer to the edge.

"Fuck, you're pussy is basically swallowing my cock princess." Changbin grunted, his pace now harsh. Skin slapping against skin as he pistoned into you.

"Fuck, Changbin, I'm gonna cum." you moaned.

"Me too, princess." he said, slowing his pace but giving harsh thrusts, pushing you over the edge.

Your clenching core sending him into overdrive as he came into the condom and rode out your moments of euphoria.

"That was great." he said, pulling out and chucking the condom into the trash.

He put on his boxers and chucked you his t-shirt.

"Anything you need? A glass if water or something?"

You pulled the shirt over your head, shaking it.

"You wanna.. cuddle?" he asked, more like it was for him than for you.

You opened your arms inviting him as he laid back down next to you. The both of you falling into a deep slumber.

[captain--sif]

Jar of Hearts

Word count: 1.3k Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Evan "Buck" Buckley & Maddie Buckley, Christopher Diaz & Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Evan "Buck" Buckley & Christopher Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Evan "Buck" Buckley & Christopher Diaz & Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Evan "Buck" Buckley & general fire fam Characters: Evan "Buck" Buckley, Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Maddie Buckley, Christopher Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Bobby Nash, Athena Grant, Howie "Chimney" Han, Henrietta "Hen" Wilson Additional Tags: Halloween, 9-1-1 fire fam - Freeform, Heart, Pre-Slash, Getting Together, Supernatural Elements, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Supernatural Elements, Crack Summary:

Buck can’t find where he put his heart. It’s affecting his mood. Notes: Happy Halloween @toughpaperround !

I did my best to make this into a treat, so I hope that’s what it is. If not, I hope you still like this trick.🤗

Based on the prompt: “You’ve stolen my heart, now take responsibility!” by @fic-chi

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“I can’t find it,” Buck says, his phone wedged in between his shoulder and his ear. His hands are picking up random objects from his shelves, only to put them back down again once he’s sure there’s nothing inside or behind them. He abandons the shelves and turns to his kitchen instead, opening one drawer and then the next. “I’ve searched everywhere, Maddie, and I can’t find it.”

“Breathe, Buck,” Maddie’s voice rings through the speaker. “Are you sure you’ve looked everywhere? That you didn’t just misplace it? Have you looked in your spice drawer? How about one of the pillboxes in your bathroom cupboard.”

“It’s not there, I told you!” Buck yells. Then, softer: “I’m sorry. It’s not your fault. I’m just stressed.” He slumps against his kitchen island, grabbing his phone in his left hand and swiping his right hand over his face. Finally, he unclenches the shoulder previously keeping his phone in place.

“I know,” Maddie replies. “And I don’t want to tell you I told you so, but…”

Buck sighs, exhaustion seeping into his frame. “You told me not to take it out, I know.”

“I still don’t understand why you did it,” Maddie admits. Buck is glad she doesn’t sound accusing, just worried.

“I’ve had bad experiences.”

Maddie sighs. “And I know that. Do you need me to come over?”

“Maybe?” Buck admits. “Yes. Please.”

“No worries,” Maddie says, and Buck can hear her picking up her purse by the rustling sound it makes.

“Hello to you too.” Athena’s eyebrows shoot up, before sharing a look with her husband. “What was that about?”

Bobby picks up an oven mitt, grabs the pot on the stove, and pours the content into a bowl, shrugging. “Buck’s been kind of in a bad mood lately. I’ve tried to ask, but,” he sighs. “He doesn’t want to talk about it.”

“And he’s being real cryptic about it,” Hen continues, motioning for Athena to come and sit down next to her.

Chimney grabs the bowl Bobby’s just filled and brings it to the table. “Maddie seems to know what it is about, but she doesn’t want to tell me, either.” He shrugs. “It seems Buck lost an important item, because she’s been spending a lot of time helping him search. I have no idea what it is.”

“It’s my heart!” Buck cries in frustration. “I’ve lost my heart. At least I thought so, but now Maddie made me consider that it might have been stolen.”

Chimney snorts. “You two keep saying that, but I don’t think that’s how it works. This,” he motions vaguely at Buck, “is not how heartbreak looks like.”

“Oh!” Athena perks up. “Who’s the lucky person who stole your heart, Buckaroo?”

“The last thing they are is lucky once I find them,” Buck mumbles glumly.

Athena’s eyes widen in surprise. She quips sarcastically: “I’m sorry I asked.”

“Good morning.” Eddie opens the door to a Buck with big dark rings around the eyes, his posture slumped, an apologetic expression on his face.

"Sorry that I'm dropping in this early. I've been a little on edge this morning and could use a distraction. Mind if I come in? Or do you have other plans?"

"No, sure," Eddie says, but he's not moving from the doorway. "Chris will sure be happy to spend Saturday with his Buck." He raises his voice a bit for the last part and there's a sound of something dropping heard in the background.

Buck frowns.

"Right, come in." Eddie opens the door a little further, "Do you want some coffee?"

"No, thank you," Buck shakes his head. "I'm crawling out of my skin as is already."

Now it’s Eddie’s turn to frown. Buck thinks he looks slightly… disappointed?

“Chris is in the living room,” Eddie explains, a smile on his face again. “I assume he’s currently putting away his stuff.” Again with the raising of his voice at the end.

“It feels like you’re stalling,” Buck points out. “Why are you stalling? If this is a bad time to drop in, you could’ve just said so.” He’s motioning to the door and taking a step back again.

“No!” Eddie replies in a rush, before catching himself. He adds more calmly: “Please stay.”

This puts another frown on Buck’s face, but he’s not about to question Eddie’s words.

Instead, he passes him to step into the Diazes’ living room.

As Eddie said, Chris is scrambling to gather some things lying around on the table, but as soon as Buck takes a peek at the pulsating red thing in the familiar glass jar, he knows those things aren’t Chris’.

“You’ve stolen my heart!” he accuses Eddie, causing Chris to share an alarmed look with his dad.

Eddie sputters, looking flustered, color rising into his cheeks. “For screaming a love confession, you sound pretty angry.”

“My literal heart!” Buck reiterates. “The one that Chris is holding in the glass jar!”

Chris’ eyes fall onto the jar he’s holding in his hands, his eyes widening, before he cautiously  sets it back down on the table.

“Not that, um,” Buck clears his throat, his cheeks now matching Eddie’s, “the figurative meaning isn’t true,” he swallows. “But, um, I was talking about the very literal meaning.”

Buck breathes in deeply. “Would you care to explain why you took my heart?”

Chris sends another alarmed look towards his dad. But Eddie straightens, sighs, and begins an explanation: “The last time we were at your place, we broke it.”

Chris’ shoulders relax. Buck’s tighten.

“You broke my heart?” Buck says hysterically, his voice raising about an octave.

“But we took it home to fix it!” Eddie rushes to their defense. “And we did! All the tears are closed now. You cannot see a scratch. I even bought a new jar.” He’s pointing at the coffee table for Buck to see for himself.

“I don’t care why you took it,” Buck replies, eyes closed, pinching his nose. “I love you, Eddie, but that is my heart. You can’t just take somebody’s heart without asking. I need that thing to live. Did you think about the consequences before you took it? There’s no easy way to fix a heart. I--”

Buck opens his eyes “Wait. Did you just say you fixed it?”

“We-” Eddie starts, confusion about Buck’s sudden change visible on his face. “We did.”

“Look!” Chris adds, holding up the jar again, and this time instead of hiding it from Buck he proceeds to give it to him. “It looks just like before!”

Buck takes the glass container and turns it around on his palm. Eddie and Chris hadn’t lied to him, no more cuts were visible. No more abrasions. It looks as good as new.

Buck sits down on the couch.

Eddie and Chris share a look of concern and then carefully sit down on either side of him.

Buck is still staring at his heart in his hands. He exhales softly. “How did you manage that?”

“How did we manage what?” Eddie replies in kind.

“To fix it.” Buck’s voice is tinted with a mixture of dejectedness and awe. “It hasn’t looked like this since… I guess somewhere in my teens.”

Chris’ face lights up. “Can I tell him?” he asks his father.

Eddie’s eyes don’t leave Buck’s face. “Yeah, sure.”

“We went to a DIY superstore and got the fancy colorful glue that becomes invisible when mixed! Dad did most of the gluing, but I helped him hold it together and he let me mix the glue.”

A tear rolls down Buck’s face. “Thank you.” He puts his heart back down on the table and spreads his arms to put them around the people sitting at his sides. Chris doesn’t need to be told twice to lean into the hug. Eddie is a little more careful, but once he does, he’s all in.

Then, Buck clears his throat. “But if you ever take my heart again…” he threatens.

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Mitsuba X Kou - Misunderstandings

Summary- Third Wonder Mitsuba still has a lot to learn after being alive for only a short time, so Kou tries to help by explaining things. However, Mitsuba also tries to learn things on his own which can lead to quite a few misunderstandings.

1825 Words, Rated T

Everything was brand new to Mitsuba. Well, not everything. He knew how to walk and run and how to point out someone’s insecurities from miles away like it was a skill infused with the very fabric of his being. He could hum, joke, and knew games like rock, paper, scissors, and tag. Still, even with the knowledge he had, it wasn’t enough to hush him up when curiosity got the better of him.

Kou didn’t know why Mitsuba seemed to like him. This Mitsuba wasn’t his, but the similarities made his heart hurt just like when Mitsuba turned to him a month ago and said, “Bold of you to assume I like you! Maybe it’s just… I feel like I should be here. Things feel better when I’m with you. It’s different from Tsukasa.” 

Tsukasa taught him lots, but Kou filled in blanks or corrected what Mitsuba assumed. Today was no different as Kou guided Mitsuba through the halls near the gym, pointing out trophies in the glass case. 

“This one is for a sport called soccer. You kick a ball around a field and try to score it in a goal. I used to play it, but I was always benched for kicking the ball in the wrong goal.” 

“I see.” Mitsuba was confused; if his looks were anything to go by, but he urged Kou to continue. 

“And this one,” Kou explained as he gestured to one of the last sports trophies, “is for tennis. Do you remember what that one is?” 

“Hitting a ball with a paddle?” 

“Close enough!” Kou grinned. He glanced around the display to decide which to quiz him on next, but when he turned back to his friend Mitsuba’s attention was already taken by something across the hall. He followed Mitsuba’s gaze as he approached the other display a bit of ways from the sports. “Oh, that’s awards for clubs! Sometimes they can win awards too, but mostly just ribbons and certificates for whatever.” 

Mitsuba hummed in thought, pressing a clawed hand to the glass as he examined the cabinets contents. Upon gazing over one in particular, Mitsuba’s eyes lit up and he jabbed a nail toward it. “I know what that one is!”

“You do?” Kou asked in surprise as he peeked over Mitsuba’s shoulder. 

Mitsuba slid a step to the side, his scarf ends twitching a silent warning to not come too close, lest he become nervous and they move on their own accord. He nodded and fiddled with his sleeves, a blush working on his lips. 

“Tsukasa showed me. They were practicing when he took me in there.” 

“You went to see the drama club practicing?” That sounded like the most normal thing Tsukasa ever showed him. 

“He was originally trying to get me to eat a centipede he found.” That makes more sense. “Then I ran by a room and saw them practicing and Tsukasa stopped. I didn’t know they had a club for that…” 

“They have a club for everything,” Kou replied, “did you like it?”

Mitsuba’s blush grew as he glanced away from the award. “Uh, I guess? I think it’s one of those things where… it’d be more fun to do yourself and not… watch it.” 

He never pegged Mitsuba to be interested in drama club, but his cuteness would be popular on stage. That is, if he were alive. 

Mitsuba let out an awkward chuckle though, in Kou’s opinion, there was nothing to be weird about. They’ve had longer silences. It had to mean Mitsuba was uncomfortable. Kou felt his heart squeeze as he looked at the supernatural. 

“Did you want to do drama club things with me?” Kou asked, tilting his head.

Mitsuba’s shoulders jumped and his scarf tails stood on end. “D-D-Do that-“ 

“I mean, I can’t say I’m any good, but with enough practice-“ 

“P-Practice?” Mitsuba screeched, face turning bright red. 

“With enough practice,” Kou repeated, “I can get better.” 

“You can’t be serious…” Mitsuba whispered, not meeting Kou’s eye as he began to mumble, “You are just trying to take advantage of me knowing that I am lost to this. You are probably going to make me do things against my will and-!”

“I wouldn’t do anything you are uncomfortable with,” Kou urged with a sigh. Was he afraid of stage fighting? Kou hadn’t even considered that when Mitsuba told him about seeing the drama club! He wasn’t going to roughhouse with Mitsuba when the mere thought of getting hit makes him cry out. “We will just try it out and see if you like it?” 

Kou briefly wondered if he could steer Mitsuba back to his camera through this interest, but everything took time. 

Mitsuba bit his lip and clicked his nails along one of the pendants on his scarf; a habit he did when he was assessing options, gambling the best deal. 

“T-... Tsukasa said they practice with everyone.” Mitsuba lowered his chin so he could stare at the floor. “I… don’t want either of us practicing with anyone else.” 

It might be a good thing Mitsuba isn’t alive to join the real drama club, Kou realised. Because that type of thinking wouldn’t be smiled upon. Either way, he nodded along obediently and gestured over to the library. “We can go find scripts now, if you want.” 

“Scripts?” Mitsuba squeaked, face going back to a cherry red as he watched Kou mime out the papers. He let out a laugh. It sounded uncomfortable, uncertain. “Do we… Do we really need them? I think that… for the first one… we can figure it out on our own?”

Kou was slowly getting the feeling he had no clue what Mitsuba was talking about. He prayed Tsukasa didn’t mess with his impressional brain too much and reached out, placing a hand on the supernatural’s shoulder. He leaned down a little, making Mitsuba’s wide pink eyes meet his. 

“Mitsuba, what do you find interesting about drama club?”

“Oh.” He didn’t seem prepared, but his fake confidence built up in seconds. “Well, I wouldn’t want to join, like I said, but I… k-kinda want to try what they were doing. Tsukasa said it’s something you do with someone who means a lot to you… and I don’t have that many people I’d want to do it with. J-Just you, I guess…” 

Kou’s brain was working overtime to find an answer as the flustered supernatural began to spew out random words. “B-Because, like you said, you have to be pretty bad at it, s-so if you say anything, I’ll tell Nene you drama club like a dog and don’t even taste like lemons!” 

“Lemons?” Had Mitsuba accidentally ran into a farmer’s market and decided he wanted to start a stand with Kou? That’s… a little hard to do, but Kou would figure something out. However, he was pretty sure Mitsuba would never want to try that. He’d probably have a heart attack the moment he got dirt under his nail beds or a fly in his hair. 

“Tsukasa said it tastes like lemons.” 

“You… want to cook with me?” 

Mitsuba looked irritated, blush dying away only slightly as he glared up at Kou. “No. I want to drama club with you. Now, stop making me repeat it. It’s embarrassing.” 

Kou took a deep breath and sighed. “I think we are having a language barrier- No, a Tsukasa-teaching-weird barrier right now. Can you show me what you mean so I can be sure it’s what I’m thinking?” 

“Y-You want me to do it?” Mitsuba shrieked. “That’s… If you are seriously that shy, I can do it. Uh, but can you… come closer?” 

Weren’t they already close enough? Kou stepped forward, until their chests were only a small space apart. Usually Mitsuba would be tense and nervous if anyone stood that close to him, despite his words saying the opposite. It wasn’t hard to tell how he truly felt with his scarf ends wriggling behind him. However, Mitsuba’s scarf wasn’t moving to protect him from his fears this time. It hung limp as Mitsuba looked up at him and brushed some of his bangs aside. 

“Tilt your head down.” Kou obeyed, tensing when he realised how close Mitsuba was. He could almost feel his breath on his lips. Kou was beginning to have a feeling that Mitsuba never saw a drama club practice to begin with, but he said nothing as Mitsuba glanced away. “Eyes closed.” 

Kou closed his eyes and was about to ask Mitsuba if his train of thought was on the right track when he felt something weird on his lips. It wasn’t a bad weird, but it wasn’t something he could explain. He dared to open his eyes only to see Mitsuba’s face way too close that he could figure out the origin of the foreign feeling on his lips. Mitsuba’s clawed hand came to rest near his neck, nails accidentally grazing the skin enough to send goosebumps down Kou’s back. 

Mitsuba slowly pulled away, pink eyes fluttering open. They were the same color as his cheeks. He looked like an angel this close. Kou bit his lip and leaned forward instead, but just as his lips brushed Mitsuba’s, he was pushed back. 

“I-I said to keep your eyes closed!” Mitsuba whispered, hitting him with his sleeve. His eyes grew glossy and Kou wasn’t sure if it was just a rouse or if he actually felt sad. Kou’s mind quickly supplied an answer to the question he’s been wondering. Mitsuba must have seen a stage kiss and wasn’t told that that wasn’t all a drama club did. Tsukasa must have glazed over so much information, it was a miracle this has been one of the only drastic 

Kou nodded his head dumbly. “Sorry, sorry!”

Mitsuba gave him a long glare, then pulled away. “It’s… fine. You weren’t, uh, as bad as you claimed to be.”

Kou scratched the back of his neck. “T-Thank you?”

“But there is one thing that was weird.” Kou felt his palms become sweaty. “You don’t taste like lemons like Tsukasa said.”

“He said I’d taste like lemons?”

“Well, no. He said drama clubs tasted like lemons,” Mitsuba stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, “but you are sweeter, I think.”

“You were good too,” Kou said lamely, blushing as he glanced to the ground, “but that is actually called a ‘kiss’. I don’t think they taste like lemons unless someone has one or a candy beforehand, but you were right on the whole ‘it’s for people who are important to you’.” 

Mitsuba seemed to ponder this for a moment. “Then… Next time, just to test it, can we try lemon candies? I-I just want to see if ‘kisses’ can be lemony or if Tsukasa was fibbing again.”

Next time? Kou grinned and nodded like a bobble head, fast and sporadically. “Sure!”

“Without a script too?”

“Without a script.”

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DouKoto fairy AU

Original idea by @dumplingsworship

Title: Flowery dreams Fandom: Kimetsu no Yaiba/Demon Slayer Pairing: Douma/Kotoha Characters: Douma, Kotoha Hashibira, Muzan Kibutsuji, random temple servant, mentions of Nakime Rating: G Word count: 3543

“So...” Douma looks the servant up and down once more before returning his glance to the glass in the man’s hands. “You found this outside in the gardens?”

“Yes, Gracious Founder.” The man speaks with his head bowed, obviously puzzled. Quite possibly even more than the demon himself. Awkwardly, he holds the glass out to him and Douma accepts with the same uncertainness in his movements.

“Thank you. You’re dismissed.”

The servant leaves and Douma is left alone with the strange little thing in the glass. Now that he looks at it closely, it almost looks like a human girl, only she is tiny – so very tiny – and appears to have colorful semi-transparent wings that are wrapped all around the petite body like a blanket. She’s asleep for now but that’s probably to be expected since the sun has only just peeked above the horizon a little while ago.

The demon sets the glass on the floor and waits as he sees the girl starting to stir in her sleep. He aura is different from that of a demon but nor is she human, obviously. But he hasn’t really heard of any other creatures in this world. Then again, if demons exist, who’s to say tiny little... things like this one can’t be real either?

The small wings flutter open and his pocket-sized prisoner stretches out her teensy arms with a yawn. He can now see that she’s clad in what looks like a white flower petal dress. Her ebony black hair turns into a wonderful blue shade towards the end and it reminds him of the picture of the sea he’s once seen in a book when he was a little child. It cascades down her back between the butterfly-like wings and ends just a bit short of her skirt, pooling around her slim ankles.

Finally, she opens her eyes, shiny green lanterns of a morning forest. Her look meets Douma’s rainbow-colored orbs and she comes to a halt with her movements. It takes her a moment to comprehend where she is and who’s watching her so intently.

Once it does click, however, she lets out a yelp and skips to the other side of the glass, bumping her back against the invisible barrier. It makes the demon chuckle ever so lightly as he sits back, holding up his hands in a defensive gesture.

“There there, little one.” He offers her a bright grin. “I’m not gonna hurt you, calm down.”

It doesn’t seem like she trusts him for the time being, not much at least, but she stops pressing herself against the blockade so tightly. It’s almost a miracle she hasn’t accidentally tripped over her own hair with how long it is but he supposes she’s used to it. She probably knows how and where to step.

Connecting her hands at her front, she lowers her head a little and looks up at him through her rich eyelashes. If her eyes were any dimmer, he doubts he’d see them at all.

“Please, let me go.” She pleads in a voice just as tiny as he would expect from a creature as petite as her. And he has to admit he’s almost smitten to do her bidding. Alas, he only shakes his head with yet another cheerful grin.

“Sorry miss! Can’t do. You snuck into my garden without permission. For all I know, you might as well be a thief or an evil sprite.” Of course, that’s ridiculous. She’s much too small to carry anything away and much too pretty to be anything related to evil gremlins supposedly lurking the earth to bring bad luck upon humans. Not to mention he isn’t even human in the first place.

A panicked look flashes through her eyes and he would probably feel sorry for her, were he anyone else. She stumbles over her words and for a moment, he can’t exactly make out anything of what she’s mumbling but when she looks at him again, he can tell she’s somewhere between determined to prove him wrong and fearful of what he might do if she fails. His years of reading in people really do come in handy at the weirdest times.

“I’m a fairy!” She exclaims, motioning towards her wings. “Or would a sprite have wings like this? An evil sprite? And I didn’t steal anything, I promise! I’m sorry for coming to your garden without asking first but I really didn’t have any ill intentions! I just...”

“Hmm?” Douma raises a brow when she stops so abruptly but she simply avoids his look. “You just?”

“I just thought the flowers looked lovely...” Her answer comes in so quiet he barely hears it but it draws a short laugh from him. What a cute little thing, what an innocent being.

He reaches out and plays with the glass for a little, not tilting it enough for her to slip out from under it. That would be a shame now that he’s got himself such an amusing companion. Even if he’s still a bit doubtful about her claim of being a fairy. Weren’t those things at least human-sized?

“I’ll forward your compliments to the servants taking care of them.” He shuffles a little closer, reveling in how the self-proclaimed fairy squeezes herself once more against the glass wall of her make-shift prison. “Now, what to do with you though? I don’t really have a reason to let you go, do I?”

“You... I will fulfill a wish for you if you let me go!” Gathering up all the courage in her tiny body, she steps up closer to him again, pressing her hands on the glass separating them. It almost looks like she might tear up at any moment and he’s not really too keen on the idea.

He taps on the glass a little, just enough to send her tumbling back on her butt. Though it’s more because he’s surprised her than him using too much power. Still, it makes for a comical show. “I don’t know, you don’t seem like you can fulfill any wish I might have.”

“But... I can...” Sitting on the floor, dumbstruck and untrusted, the fairy’s eyes well up with tears that soon slip down her pale cheeks and drip on her pearly white skirt. The demon recoils slightly, giving her some space but she doesn’t show any signs of stopping the sobs or the shivers of her shoulders. “I will make any wish come true... I promise... Let me go... Please...”

What a situation... If anyone were to come in right at that moment, Douma could probably never explain. Still, he doesn’t really want to give in so easily. He glances around the room. All the windows and doors are closed. He can’t let the sunlight in after all. There shouldn’t really be a way for her to escape.

She doesn’t even notice at first when he lifts the glass up, face buried in her hands as more and more droplets of her sadness slip through her fingers. Only once he nudges her gently with his finger does she look up again, noticing the sudden freedom. He expects her to take off and search for a way out immediately but to his great surprise, she stays put, letting his careful touch travel through her hair.

The silence stretches through the room as the last of her hiccups die down as well, their eyes connected for the longest while since she woke up. Then, just as quickly as it came, it passes again as she avoids his look, turning her glance down to her tightly clenched fists in her lap.

“So... what do you want?” She asks finally. “I don’t care if it’s something selfish. Like money or health or love or... I don’t care, just make a wish.” She’s probably flustered by his pats. At least that’s what it seems like to him. Her hair is a little messy now and he’s the only one to blame but somehow, it brings a smile to his face rather than making him feel guilty.

He taps his chin as if he were deep in thoughts but eventually just clasps his hands with a gleeful smile. “Sorry! I can’t think of anything right now! But I know of someone who will surely have a wish for you! It’s alright if it’s for someone else, right?”

The tiny girl looks up at him a little confused. She’s probably not sure if it’s possible either but before she can voice any concerns, Douma picks her up by her waist, just carefully enough not to squish her, and drops her on the palm of his hand. “It’s fine, I’ll just make a wish that their wish comes true! That works, right?”

It still takes her a while to think about it and he’s almost sure he will just have to keep her trapped under the glass again until she agrees but then the fairy gives him a firm nod. “Yes. That works!”

“Good!” Douma cheers, aiming to place her on his shoulder but she flies up from his hand and hovers in the air near his face instead. Well, that works too. “Let’s go meet that person then!”

He swings open the door to the Infinity Fortress and a gush of chill air welcomes them in his favorite room. Lotus flowers bloom all over the pond with a porch coming right out of the water, spacious room is filled with the sweet scent of the blossoms and fresh, clean water. The fairy hesitates for a moment before following behind him finally, taking in the full beauty of the chamber. He hears a soft gasp escape her and even faster than he can fully percept, she dashes over to the nearest flower peeking its opened head from the water.

“Hey biwa girl!” Douma calls in a greeting, causing the fairy to still her movements and give him a puzzled look. He has to remind himself his little friend has no idea where they are or how the place works. It’s pretty adorable, at least in his opinion. “Can you open the door to wherever Muzan is at the moment? I have something that will surely interest him!”

Silence is his only answer but he knows better than to rush the resident demon of the place. She could very well just shut him out and block him from visiting for a while if he’s too annoying. It wouldn’t be the first time that’s happened. While he waits for any kind of response, he sits down at the edge of the porch and watches the fairy skip from bloom to bloom.

It’s like she’s dancing and he has to admire the lightness of her movements. It’s maybe to be expected due to her size but it still feels as if she’s just floating along, not even touching the gentle petals, not disrupting the water surface in the slightest. She must really like flowers. It makes her earlier statement about the reason for her visit all the more believable.

“So then, miss fairy!” He calls out to her when she gets a little too far. And just as he'd expect, she’s quick to hurry back closer. “Do I just call you like that or do you have a name? I’m Douma by the way.”

It seems she’s finally starting to relax around him as she sits down in the flower she’s standing on and glances up at him, returning the smile he offers her, though shyer and smaller. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Douma. I’m Kotoha.”

“Just Douma is fine enough, you know?” It’s not like he’s gonna call her lady Kotoha just because he knows her name now so it feels only fair that she would just use his name as well. “Do you really like flowers this much?”

“How much?” She cocks her head to the side, clearly confused by his choice of words. “Is there something wrong with me enjoying the flowers here..?”

She has to be a little stupid at least if she means that seriously. Douma doesn’t really feel like explaining what he meant either though so he just shakes his head with another carefree smirk. “Don’t worry about it, Kotoha! It just surprised me, that’s all.”

The strum of biwa suddenly fills the place, casing the unexpecting fairy to nearly jump up in fright. It’s amusing to the demon but for the sake of the whole wish-granting thing, he muffles his chuckle and instead gives the poor thing an apologetic look. “Sorry about that, I should’ve warned you. But it means we can now go see the friend whose wish I want you to fulfill!”

She doesn’t say anything but from the look she gives him, Douma can easily tell what’s going on inside her head. She wants to be done with it quickly, though not because it feels annoying to her. If anything, he would say she’s anxious. And that’s not even knowing who is she coming to meet. She either has a really good intuition or she’s just shy regardless of the standing of her company. Either way works just fine for him.

Kotoha finally flies out of the blossom she’s settled down in before and approaches him again as he gets up. The door on the other side of the room cracks open just enough so he can see a lean boy sitting in an antique-looking armchair and reading a book. But based on the air surrounding him, it’s clear the biwa girl isn’t mistaken about their target.

Douma walks into the room confidently, a proud grin playing on his lips. He knows he doesn’t have to say anything since Muzan can already hear his thoughts but for the sake of his little friend and so as not to confuse her even further, he still speaks up, his usual cheer just as polished as ever.

“Good morning! I’ve got some good news!”

Muzan peers at him over the book, clearly not very happy about seeing him. It’s been so long since the last meeting Douma almost feels hurt by the obvious displeasure on his superior’s face. Almost.

“Look what I’ve got!” He snatches Kotoha from the air before she can escape him and holds her out towards Muzan with a tinge of pride in his chest.

To say that Muzan looks disinterested would be an understatement but Douma can’t quite recall any stronger word to use at the moment. He can feel Kotoha squirming around in his hold so he loosens up a bit so she can relax some more.

“You disturb me because you started collecting dolls?”

He’s not sure what he was expecting but he didn’t really think Muzan’s opinion of him was that low. Still, his smile remains unchanged even though his complaint was very well heard. Just not commented, probably since it promises something better.

“Not a doll! This is a fairy who can make a wish come true! But I couldn’t think of anything to ask so I thought you might have some idea!”

There’s a red flash and the next thing he knows, his head is repairing itself from a particularly nasty punch. Kotoha doesn’t seem to have comprehended what just happened but she shrieks as she looks back at him. Finally, new hair washes over his scalp and he can grin properly without risking popping the joints in his jaw out again.

Muzan, on the other hand, seems to be far from a good mood.

“You couldn’t think of anything.” He repeats and though his voice stays even, Douma can tell he’s fuming. Well, Kotoha can probably tell too. The demon lord has never been good at hiding his emotions after all. Douma has to avoid a book flung at him for that thought. “You couldn’t think of a single thing to ask when you have the chance to have anything at all!”

“Well, it was a little sudden and it’s not like I’m hungry or hurt or anything. There isn’t a single thing I could want.” Douma just gives a light shrug, watching the boy stomp closer and yank him down by the fabric of his turtleneck.

“You’re not supposed to want anything for yourself!” Oh, now it clicks in his head. And as if to confirm his thoughts, Muzan goes on. “Your first priority should be looking for the blue spider lily and ridding the world of demon slayers! Yet, you can only think of your stomach, as always!”

Knowing full well he can’t argue with that, Douma just gives a sheepish smile, hoping to be let go soon. Before long, Muzan is facing his tiny fairy and the little thing looks about ready to break down. Poor Kotoha, but it’s her fault for agreeing without knowing what kind of person he was.

“Can you kill the demon slayers?” Muzan’s frown is colder than Douma’s ice at that moment and he’s almost worried his teensy treasure will freeze in his hands but she only shakes her head.

That’s a bit of a surprise so Douma decides to speak up. Maybe he can get back on Muzan’s somewhat good side if he tries hard enough? Of course, it’s most likely pointless with that sort of attitude. “Didn’t you say you would fulfill any wish?”

“I... I did but... I can’t just kill someone!” She’s tearing up now again and Douma quickly relaxes his hold a bit further to make sure it’s not from pain because of his hold. She doesn’t stop. So it’s probably for some other reason. Oh well, he did what he could.

“Then what about the blue spider lily?” Figuring there would be no talking to her if she’s crying, Douma decides to focus on the other thing his boss wants. Just as he expected, her sobbing calms down soon enough and she looks up at him with swollen eyes before, finally, giving a nod.

“That’s fine, that... that shouldn’t be a problem.”

He releases her and lets her float on her own over to the desk situated under the window in the room. It faces west so the sun isn’t directly visible yet but it has to be a pain in the evenings for sure. She flutters over, placing her hands on the wood and for a moment, she goes still, focusing hard. Though he stays quiet, Muzan’s doubts are practically audible at that point.

But Douma is hopeful. She’s such a cute little thing and she doesn’t seem like a liar. Maybe she will be able to help, at least a little bit. Her tiny hands light up as blue as the ends of her hair and it doesn’t take long for a small sprout to appear, coming right out of the wood. It’s not very big and he has no idea whether it is even the correct plant but she all but collapses next to it with a proud smile.

He comes over to scoop her up in his hands with a grin and pats her hair again. “Is that it?”

“It is.” She answers him weakly. It seems she got all exhausted from such a spell. 

Muzan paces over impatiently, checking the weak sprout with a glare. It’s not usable by any means but if it survives for long enough to bloom out, it might be of some good. Still, the boy doesn’t seem too pleased.

“Well, if that’s all you can do!” Douma chirps happily, letting the fairy settle down in his hands. She’s kind of cute like this, exhausted and sleepy. She nuzzles against the palm of his hand, wrapping herself up in her delicate wings. It’s not long before she falls right back asleep. It makes Douma chuckle but he doesn’t try waking her up. She’s deserved her rest after all.

“Will you stick around for much longer?” Muzan’s voice is more than heavily laced with irritation and Douma doesn’t particularly wish to push his luck any further. With his usual trademark grin, he says his goodbyes and leaves through the exit provided by the biwa girl. He doesn’t much bother to think about how will Muzan get the plant out of his desk or what will he do if he needs to move before it can fully bloom. For the time being, he’s satisfied to have seen his little fairy at work.

He sets her down on one of his cushions as soon as they reach home and sends one of the temple maidens to pick him a few fresh flowers from the garden. Another one is sent for a large glass tank, he’s sure he’s seen it somewhere before. And before his tiny companion can wake up, he makes sure her new home is decorated nicely enough with soft pieces of fabric and beautiful flower heads laid out all around.

He sets her down carefully and covers the tank with a wooden plank so she wouldn’t escape. At least he has something to do now. Watching the little thing sleep, he just smiles to himself. There may not be a paradise for his followers. There may not be any for fairies like her either. But at least he can be a step closer to one for himself.

[mythicamagic]

DL oneshot: Sleeping Beauty Shenanigans

Writing commission for @s-e-kwan

The vampires attend a play of Sleeping Beauty during the school Cultural Festival. The stars turn out to be Kanato, Ayato and...Yui?

Rated T - humour and some Ayayui

Warning: Lotsa crack, don’t take this one seriously 

The day of the culture festival arrived, much to the delight of some and the dread of others. Yui had been one of the delighted, getting ready backstage while the other students from her class arranged the stage behind a red velvet curtain.

They were to perform a play of the famous fairy tale; Sleeping Beauty.

From within the audience, a few less than impressed Sakamakis sat, Shuu snoring quietly in his seat. Reiji tutted in disgust, arms folded. Subaru was sincerely trying not to get pissed off with all the chatter from the crowds, but if one more person bumped his leg when walking by the aisle-

Bump.

“OI!” He roared, glaring up and up and…up.

Yuma looked down, raising a brow and grinning toothily. “Heh, didn’t know you guys were watchin’ the play too.”

Reiji bristled at the sight of the four Mukami brothers casually taking seats next to them. “Why exactly are you here?”

"We came... to see Eve," Azusa stuffed some spiced popcorn into his mouth.

“Yes. Do you happen to know which role she’s playing?” Ruki asked.

Green eyes danced. “We don’t~ though Ayato and Kanato wouldn’t tell us either. They all looked so flustered fufu.”

“Laito?! Why are you here!” Subaru glared. “You’re in the same class!”

“I am?”

“YES!”

Laito chuckled. “Ohh, that’s right. I performed a little service for the dear teacher and she let me off the hook. Such a kind woman.”

Kou cut his eyes to the ceiling, texting to his fans on twitter, before the lights in the hall dimmed. A single spotlight turned to the stage. Everyone fell quiet and expectant as the curtains drew back, revealing a typical castle scene made up of props.

Ruki opened his program, blue-grey eyes briefly scanning the list of names and roles. No one else had bothered to get one. His gaze briefly alighted with a sadistic shine as he read Ayato’s role, before quietly folding the program away. It therefore came as no shock to him when after the parents were introduced at the party, Kanato kicked the cardboard door to the set down, dressed in a long cloak. The sleeves fell past his hands, but they didn’t deter him from snarling loudly:

“HOW DARE YOU NOT INVITE ME TO YOUR PARTY!”

“I-it’s the wicked fairy, come to curse us all!” The Queen wailed.

“NEVER MIND THAT, YOU WORMS. I’ll never forgive you for this! TEDDY will never forgive you!”

The King leaned across his throne to the Queen, whispering; “Teddy?”

“I CURSE ALL OF YOU! But uh…PARTICULARLY THAT BRAT IN THE CRIB. At 16 she’ll stab her ugly finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel and DIE!” Kanato shrieked, holding Teddy up. Real flames burst to life on the curtains, though the audience only clapped and made noises of awe, thinking it part of the show.

Peering out on stage, Yui gasped. “K-Kanato! Remember our agreement, no fires! I promised you sweets didn’t I?”

The vampire glanced at her over his shoulder, expression blank. “Oh, Yui. Hm…yes I suppose you’re right,” he said, eerily calm once more.

Reiji sighed with vague relief when the fires died down, adjusting his glasses and glancing at Shuu’s seat, finding it empty. He rose a brow and looked down at his feet, where Shuu was curled up in the fetal position, rocking slightly.

“Uh…” Yuma leaned over. “He okay?”

“He’s fine,” Reiji dismissed.

The play carried on, with the curse being amended to a sleeping spell. Miraculously in the next scene, almost 16 years had passed and the princess had grown up into a beautiful-

“Ayato!” Subaru gaped, staring at the figure on stage standing in a pink frilly dress.

The vampire looked at him flatly, setting his hands on his hips. The Sakamakis and Mukami’s began to make strange, wheezy noises, holding back laughter. A random member of the audience sitting at the back burst into hysterics, throwing popcorn.

Reiji glanced at him, but didn’t recognise the student wearing shades. His feet were propped up on the back of someone else’s chair, sipping Guava juice.

How audacious, he thought with disgust.

“Ohh princess, you are so radiant! Be careful of your beauty though while attending the birthday party, a man might steal you away~” said the Queen.

Ayato tsked, folding his arms. “I reckon he’d steal you instead of me, D-cup.”

The Queen flushed red, and Yui hissed through the curtains. Something about making him takoyaki. Ayato rolled his eyes. “I mean, yeah. No sweat. The Great me will be careful,” he muttered, walking awkwardly offstage to go to the next scene.

With that passionate declaration came a scene change, and soon enough, Ayato was walking around the caste in a daze, fake passing out on a raised alter after pricking his finger. The narrator intoned in a bored voice that 100 years passed, the kingdom falling asleep right along with their princess.

Now Ruki raised his head, after getting in a short power nap. He smiled slightly when a petite woman padded onto the stage, tilting her chin up. She bore the title of ‘Prince’ almost admirably seriously. Reiji inwardly assessed her posture and quietly praised the foolish girl.

The other vampire’s stared at her with surprise. Even Shuu recovered enough to peer over the seats.

“She’s the prince?!” Subaru exclaimed, blinking.

"Komori is always so cute, but who knew she could look so handsome?” Came some whispers from the audience, a sentiment shared by the girls and boys alike.

Yuma tsked, grumbling in his seat. “Dumb kids. Don’t they get that she’s off limits?”

“Fufu~ adorable though isn’t it? Obviously though, I’m the one who’s going to steal little bitch away,” Laito mused to himself, blushing.

“GET LOST!” Subaru snarled, the words echoing through the hall. He then shrank in his seat a little, fuming as Laito grinned merrily.

Yui cleared her throat, turning to a dozing Ayato.

“Beautiful girl, I must have fallen into a dream upon sight of you, for I cannot begin to imagine such a person existing in the realm of men,” she bowed. “I will rescue you from this curse of sleep. This I promise.”

Ayato snorted, eyes remaining closed. She could practically hear his words in her head; “You look even flatter wearing that armour, pancake.”

Sending him a look, Yui focused on the task at hand when Kanato returned with a puff of fake smoke, glaring at her tearfully. She merely raised her sword.

“If you mean to pass me, worm, you’ll have to kill me!” He shrieked.

Yui wasted no time in charging forward, and a mini fight scene ensued, before Yui jabbed her sabre right into Kanato’s shoulder.

“AHHHH!” He shrieked, pressing a hand to the offended flesh and bleeding very real blood. The audience clapped right along with the vampires, looking vaguely satisfied. From the back somewhere, Shin cheered something about ‘death to all vampires!’

“I’LL KILL YOU ALL!” Kanato swore heatedly, before materialising off stage.

Yui blinked and awkwardly motioned for the fog machine to start, even though they were way off cue.

The stage was filled with a dreamy atmosphere, the smoke curling over the floor. She approached Ayato’s still body quietly, setting down her bloodied sword.

The entire audience held its breath then. The students invested in teen romance held in squeals, wondering if the couple would lip lock. The Sakamakis and Mukamis tensed.

“Ruki…shouldn’t we do something?” Azusa murmured.

“It’s up to Eve to decide now.”

“Heh, screw that,” Kou stood. “Imma stop this, she’s my Masokitty and-“

“Sit your ass back down!” Subaru snarled, grabbing him suddenly.

The two vampires started brawling in the aisles, while Yui pushed her blonde hair back from her face. She leaned over Ayato, finding that his features were inhumanly handsome for such a troublemaking, rude vampire. The position of her leaning over him,while the boy slept on- reminded her of when she’d first stepped foot in Sakamaki mansion.

So many things had happened since then. If she’d never awoken him then maybe she could have lived a normal life. Yui eased closer to him, exhaling soft breath over his pale cheek.

I can’t go back now though. I’m too different, too changed, she thought. Finally pressing her lips to his soft looking ones in a quick peck, she eased back.

Everyone was silent. Ayato did not stir.

She did it again, figuring maybe he hadn’t felt it. But nothing happened.

Yui blinked, before gritting her teeth. Oh you absolute jerk.

Grabbing the front of his dress, she yanked him up to the best of her ability and kissed him, frustrated beyond belief. Muffled laughter broke out against her lips, before Ayato yanked her closer, a tight grip around her waist that made her squeak.

The two barely noticed the loud booing coming from the majority of the vampires, or the two still fighting in the aisle. They didn’t even break apart when Kanato started going berserk backstage, the distant boom and crash of furniture hitting walls coupling with maniacal laughter.

Ayato broke away from Yui, grinning at the hazy look in her eyes. The flush of her crimson cheeks.

“Guess you’re not such a bad kisser, Prince Pancake.”

Yui smiled slightly, before Ayato was promptly knocked unconscious by a lone projectile Guava juice box.

End

[ravenqueen89]

mistle

It is commission time! This one is from @princessbatteringram and for @agentkatie which allowed me to write in the wonderful universe of Katie’s The Two Commanders again. And this one’s utterly ridiculous fluff that hopefully provokes a smile or two.

Fandom(s): DA/ME

Pairing: femShep/Cullen

Rating: Gen

Summary: Shepard finds mistletoe, shenanigans ensue.

Notes: the original etymology for mistletoe combines the Germanic ‘mistle’ with the Old English tān, which means twig, which I’m using as an excuse to the name variation in Thedas. The wonderfully badass and amazing Mollie belongs to @agentkatie. Treat yourself to reading TTC, some of the best writing you’ll encounter.

Word count: 1560

also on ao3

Cullen hasn't slept in two nights. Not that she's keeping count, of course. She's just vividly aware of it when she looks at him, at the dark circles under his eyes, at the way his hands shake. He hasn't said a word to her, burying himself under mountains of work, hiding in that way of his that makes her want to blow something up. She goes into the courtyard instead, determined to smash some dummies to dust by throwing her biotics at them until everyone around her runs off in either discomfort or fear.

Her plan is thwarted when Cassandra looks up from her book, takes one glance at her, and leads her away with a very determined hand wrapped around her elbow in an iron grip. They're halfway across the bridge by the time Shepard starts swearing and protesting at once and all of it is soundly ignored.

'Where are we even going, Cass?' she asks, and even to her own ears her voice sounds petulant.

Cassandra gives her a raised eyebrow that says far too much, and leads her on the mountain path, away from the fortress.

‘I need some elfroot and I don't want to take it from the apothecary's stock. And the task will go quicker with you,’ she says with a smile that Shepard feels only the slightest urge to punch.

It’s a flimsy excuse: they pick more than enough elfroot every time they go on an expedition. Shepard can almost instinctively feel its presence now. The smell of it is always on her hands because she helps with making potions to ease Cullen's pain every day. Sometimes he kisses her hands and holds her palm to his cheek and looks at her like she's that god of his. He hasn't looked at her much lately, though.  She understands the reason behind all this. It just doesn't make it any easier.

Shepard focuses instead on listening to Cassandra's voice, telling her about the book she's reading. The mountain air is as chilly as ever, but it's so sunny that there's an insinuation of far-off spring in the air. Snow crunches under her boots and she inhales the cold, lets it fill her lungs. She feels less angry already and she can't even resent Cassandra for dragging her along. Shepard gets easily restless at Skyhold. It's claustrophobic to be stuck in just one place for weeks. She's  been grounded for so long but everything in her rebels at it still. Her ship could also be confining, but it was in constant movement between the stars. She misses that freedom. It's something Cullen will never be able to understand, even though she can see how much he would like to know the magnitude of what she feels.

Shepard doesn't notice the mistletoe at first, but then the corner of her eye registers redness against the snow and the shock of familiarity almost takes her breath away. She's not seen it anywhere else, but now here it is, right in front of her, in this nondescript place, curling around the branches of a drying tree. Shepard rushes over and starts gathering it under Cassandra’s astonished gaze.

'They have this where I come from! Mistletoe! I haven't seen it in years.'

'That's mistletwig, Shepard. It's a pest.'

Shepard mock gasps, loudly, and it echoes around them, making Cassandra's expression ever more sour.

'It's pretty. Don't you use it for decorating at Christ-uh, Satinalia? It's a very old tradition at home, very popular in old…uh, stories. If two people find themselves underneath it, they have to kiss. Surely you have something like that.'

'Absolutely not. Why would anyone do something like that? It makes no sense. ‘

'Because it's fun. Do you want to try?' Shepard asks, holding her bundle of mistletoe over her head and pouting her lips as much as she can at Cassandra until the Seeker is so flustered she trips over her own legs when she walks away.

By the time they return to Skyhold, Cassandra is so fed up with Shepard’s constant mistletoe jokes that she’s striding far ahead, clutching the elfroot she’s gathered so tightly that she has a trail of leaves following her. Guards patrolling the bridge turn to look at them as they pass, Cassandra muttering angrily about obstinate and obnoxious people, Shepard grinning wildly while holding her mistletoe like a trophy.  It’s not the weirdest sight that Skyhold has ever seen.

She asks a scout dawdling in the courtyard about Cullen’s whereabouts and she is informed that the other commander has taken to his bed for a few hours, which is excellent in more than one way. Her plan must be carried out while he’s not paying attention.

Five minutes into the endeavour, Shepard finds herself longing for duct tape, that pinnacle of technology. Skyhold has many nooks and crannies, but it also has high ceilings and all the ladders seem to have vanished. The leaves of the mistletoe are leaving marks on her hands, and she decides that she needs help.

She bursts into Sera's room first, narrowly avoiding a dagger to the face for startling her.

'I'm planning some mischief that will annoy Cullen,' Shepard says before briskly walking back through the tavern with everyone staring at her.

The library is next, and she has to exert all her self-control to keep herself from throwing pokey mistletoe leaves at Solas' head. Dorian is much harder to convince, so Shepard steals the book he was reading and hurries away, the soft sound of silk robes following her, along with a steady stream of Tevene swearwords.

Her assistants end up being no help at all. Sera wraps Shepard up in all the twine they've stolen from the kitchens, and Dorian complains so much that Shepard sends him away to keep from flinging him off the battlements. There is twine in her hair when Cole finds her in the dust of one of the unused tower rooms. An awkward silence hangs between them, but then Cole tells her where the good ladders are and that is all the information she needs to make this  mission a success.

Cullen emerges bleary-eyed from his office when she's just about done on the battlements. She hands two ladders to two different scouts and walks over to Cullen, who observes her progress warily. He's not shaking, though. Shepard will take that as a win.

'What are you up to?' Cullen asks when Shepard reaches him, his hands finding their way to her hips instinctively.

She grins at him and it only seems to make him more worried, but she kisses the look off his face, feeling him blush as she frames his cheeks with her hands.  

'Sorry,' she says, when he sputters something about the guards seeing them. 'Mistletoe.'  

She points above them, where she's managed to hang mistletoe from the doorframe. Cullen stares at it, then at her, and the lack of comprehension on his face is both adorable and hilarious.

'That's mistletwig and I don't see what that has to do with anything.'

She kisses him again before she explains.

Within a week, Skyhold descends into chaos as it learns of Shepard's mistletoe tradition. To save Cullen's face from constantly looking like it’s burning, she drags him to locations on her mistletoe map at random throughout the days and evenings and during one or two late nights. She does it when she's fairly sure no one will see them, but the entire fortress hears of it despite her care. The sprigs of mistletoe wilt but the red berries attract everyone's attention. Dorian and Sera share what they know one evening in the tavern, and couples new, old, and transient start following in Shepard's footsteps.

In the meantime, Shepard kisses Cullen under the staircase in the Herald's Rest. She kisses him on the battlements. She kisses him in front of Varric's fireplace in the Great Hall, and also behind the Inquisitor's throne. She kisses him in the hidden library, and then once more in the vault. She kisses him in the hall between Josephine's office and the war room.

She kisses him in the armoury, but she gets the timing wrong, and they get chased out by Cassandra's judgiest expression. She kisses him in the stables. She kisses him in empty rooms. Most of all, she kisses him in his bed, their bed, as mistletoe hangs over them from the barely-there ceiling (she'd needed to plead with Dorian for that one). Throughout it all, Cullen kisses her back every time. He laughs until all the shadows are banished from his face, and he sleeps far better than before. His hands aren't shaking when she holds them in hers. It's a silly distraction, and she's very aware of it, but it's worked as she intended.

Shepard isn't aware of the mayhem until Josephine summons her and informs her in much more diplomatic phrasing that the fortress is now full of couples making out everywhere at all times, which is, of course, not quite in keeping with the Inquisition's standards.

Shepard doesn't do well with exposure to Josephine's disappointed face so she dutifully gathers every sprig of prickly wilted mistletoe. She then burns it in the courtyard, holding Cullen's hand as he attempts to keep his laughter in check. Might as well make the ending grand too.

[smythesm]

Violent Delights-Sebastian Solo Para/February 15, 2020

Para: Violent Delights

Rating: PG

Pairing: Sebastian and his thoughts??

When: February 15, 2020 

Location: Boston.MA

Notes: Sebastian may have a connection to a certain Goddess of Love. 

Warnings: A priestess that means well but may come across a little creepy??

Sebastian liked to send flowers. It was classy and thoughtful but, not too deep. He would send them to his mother often, his old nanny, his mom’s staff, the mail lady that always made sure his packages arrived at his doorstep safely. Seb would send them to Blaine if he didn’t already know how to perfectly craft a beautiful, colorful bouquet from a single blade of grass. He usually would go online to send his flowers but, there was this one little shop a couple of blocks away from his apartment that always caught his attention. 

He often walked past it when running errands, it was painted pastel pink with two big picture windows, bordered with white trim, that would have different displays according to various seasons and holidays. All of the people that worked there were beautiful but, different looking. Love songs always played and there were always doves sitting in the blooming flower boxes out front. It was called ‘Friday’s Flower Shop’ and one of the workers always called out when he walked by.

Sebastian had never really thought much about it at first. He got a lot of attention,well, everywhere. He often got numbers slipped to him by cougars at the grocery store, men would buy him drinks at bars, baristas would give him free coffee or write cheeky messages on  his cups. It always seemed that somebody was trying to catch his gaze or win a smile from him. Seb used to love to flirt, and he would flirt with everyone. Women, men, everybody in between. He liked collecting numbers, liked flicking the little hopeful pieces of paper into trash cans, liked to wink at the shy girl at Starbucks who blushed every time he ordered his Venti Americanos. Sebastian liked getting free drinks but he loved playing the game. The tilt of his neck meant, ‘come over and talk to me.’ The droop of his eyelids said, ‘You might stand a chance.’ None of it mattered anymore, though. He had Blaine who fulfilled him in every way imaginable. Now Sebastian’s smile meant, ‘I think you’re wonderful.’ and his palm pressed to Blaine’s said, ‘I love you.’

So, all of that being said, he was used to attention. When the girls at Friday’s whistled and blew kisses he’d nod and flash a smirk. He thought it was pretty forward but appreciated how old fashioned and innocently sexy it seemed (Seb loved a confident woman). Sometimes the boys would hand him a single rose or a chocolate. Sebastian would thank them and bring the treats home for B. Blaine asked once about the shop and quirked an eyebrow when Seb had told him which one it was. It had been pretty early on in their relationship and they had never spoken about it again. 

It didn’t get weird until recently, when the owner beckoned him on his way to grab a few groceries. She was petting a dove (Yes….petting it.) and lazily called out to him by name. Sebastian found it strange that she would remember considering he only ordered flowers there once or twice. Maybe it was because all of her employees seemed to collectively have a crush on him. Not much made him do a double take but, his name in her sleepy voice made him stop and look around.

“Yes you,silly boy.” She gave the bird one last gentle pat before it flew off. She tilted her head, ‘come over and talk to me.’ Seb’s throat suddenly felt dry as he stepped in front of the big windows that were filled with hearts crafted out of roses and statues of voluptuous women and seashells and sprigs of myrtle. 

He was distracted by the display when her hand was on his cheek. It wasn’t startling like it should have been. Her skin was soft and she smelled like the ocean, like salt and white flowers and sandy hair. She smiled and dropped her hand. He thought that her eyes looked sad. “Star crossed lovers will always find each other, you know. Romeo and Juliet, Achilles and Patroclus. Tristan and Isolde.” When Sebastian just blinked she laughed and said, “Oh! You have no idea how magnificent you are!” She clapped her hands and sighed, “She really knew what she was doing when she picked you.” The woman fluttered her hands in the air and the gold bangles she wore slid on her slender arms. “I just love a tragic story. Things are happening, don’t you feel it?”

“Wh-what do you know?” Sebastian leaned forward and clasped her soft hands back, her bracelets jangled like wind chimes. “Nobody is supposed to know. Please, I-” She placed a finger to his lips, her nails were painted a sparkly red color. “Hush. All good things cost something.” Sebastian could hear a love song on the wind as a customer left the shop carrying a giant bouquet of various purple flowers (‘Purple for admiration and success. He wants a raise.’ she had mused as he passed). ‘Wise men say, only fools rush in…’

Seb, who was almost never flustered, who used to flirt with dad’s in Target in front if their wives, who could argue in the courtroom, couldn’t get his mouth to utter anything but, “I’m not sure I know what you’re talking about.” His stomach seemed to fill with butterflies and his ears buzzed when she mentioned star crossed lovers. 

“Poems will be written about you and your lover. Ballads and songs...history will be made. How dreamy.” She sighed again and looked towards the sky. A dove landed on the shop’s pink sign.  “I’ll make an offering for you, sweet boy.” She reached out and clasped his hands. Sebastian had noticed the word ‘offering’, a word Blaine used often. Was this….a witch? 

She let his hands drop and plucked a single magenta peony from the flower box that hung from the window they stood by. “For luck. Though, I don’t deal with that much.” She winked and moved her hands towards the sidewalk, a signal for him to be on his way. 

Sebastian took a deep breath and held onto the flower. He was in no mood to grocery shop now and was left with even more questions. Since the visit from Hunter, things were tense, things suddenly felt dangerous for the first time. Now, some random witch lady who ran a flower shop had made him feel like he and Blaine weren’t as secretive or careful as they had thought they were.  

He walked in a daze and couldn’t shake the negative feeling in his head as he grabbed dog food and soy milk. Sebastian swiped his card and barely interacted with the employee who bagged his items. He just kept thinking of the couples that flower lady had mentioned and the one thing they all had in common-death. How was he supposed to explain any of this to his poor boyfriend who had been so stressed out and upset and hard on himself since the Paris debacle? Could he tell Hunter or would it just end in him being reprimanded again? 

In fair Boston, where we lay our scene, things were changing alright. 

/fin

[marshmallow-phd]

Picture Perfect

Genre: Neighbor!AU

Pairing: Yixing x Reader

A/N: Okay, @xui-n-soowillbethedeathofme here it is. The last one for the neighbor aus. I hope you enjoy the kdrama tropes, they were fun to play around with!

**

“What do you mean there’s no empty units!”

This had to be the worst day of your life. No other moment compared to this right here.

Somehow, a very important pipe had burst in your loft and now the whole unit was flooded, ruining a good portion of your belongings. At least you had renter’s insurance. And you were also located at the bottom of the strange, stacked-up building which meant you were the only one affected by this event.

At the moment, a group of workers were clearing out your apartment, moving the heavy furniture and other unlucky objects that were touching the floor when the water unceremoniously made itself known. A lot of your things, like clothes and kitchenware, were spared, which was a small victory. But now your landlord was standing in front of you basically saying that you would have to find a place to live for the next month or so while the damage was repaired and he had no way of helping.

“I won’t charge you rent for the time being,” he promised, as if that soothed the current situation.

“So, basically, I’m going to have to hide out in a hotel for who knows how long?” Taking a deep breath, you tried to remain calm, fighting back the tears that were prickling behind your eyes. You were not going to cry out of frustration, even though that was your body’s natural response. It was going to be okay. You could get yourself through this; it was just a bump in the road. Or a very large pothole. Either way, you could crawl over this.

One of the plumbers called your landlord over, leaving you alone to wallow in self-pity.

“Hey, (y/n). What happened?”

Your head snapped up.

Now standing where your landlord had been previously was your neighbor Yixing. He looking at you with the most sympathetic half smile, his dimple barely visible. His black hair was covered up with a knit gray beanie and he wore a jean jacket over his plain t-shirt, looking like he was headed out. Maybe it was your emotional vulnerability talking, but right at this moment, you really just wanted to hug him.

Yixing was always sweet to you, whether it was helping you bring in groceries, keeping an eye out on your place when you were out of town, or occasionally joining you on your front steps for a cup of coffee when the weather was nice. But saying that the two of you were friends would probably be a stretch. You never spent more than five minutes together at max and there still a lot about him that you didn’t know. So, hugging him right now was most certainly out as an option.

“My apartment flooded,” you sighed, wrapping your arms around yourself as if that would hold you together. “And I just found out that our landlord has no other places available for me to stay while they clean it up and fix the pipe. I have no idea what I’m going to do.”

“Well,” Yixing scratched the back of his head, his face pinching in a way that made you think he was nervous, “I have an extra bedroom in my home. You can always stay with me until they finish. If you’re comfortable with that, that is.”

You stared at him, completely taken aback. “Yixing, I-I wouldn’t want to impose on you….”

He stopped you. “It’s not a problem, really. When they’ve got everything cleared out, we’ll pack some of your clothes up to move over to my place.”

“Thank you, Xing,” you sighed. “I really appreciate this. I can help with rent or-”

“Don’t even think about it,” he chuckled. “It’s not a big deal. I’m just glad that I could help.”

**

You took another deep breath before you peeked out of the bedroom, glancing left and right to make sure the coast was clear. No noise echoed around the loft and you couldn’t see any movement in the light shining from under Yixing’s bedroom door.

Okay. It looked like you were home alone.

Wrapped only in a towel, you scurried over to the second bathroom, closing the door in a rush.

It’d been about two weeks since you moved in Yixing. The landlord said they were still only about halfway done with restoring your floors, but at least the plumbing was fixed and reinforced so hopefully this wouldn’t happen again.

You were lucky twice over. Not only had Yixing offered his home to you, but he’d also been fairly easy to live with. Both of you were mostly gone during the day, but the few hours you saw him in the evening were filled with good conversation as well as quiet moments. He’d given you space in the fridge and basically free reign of the place.

Only some things were a little awkward.

In the morning on your first weekend, you were still half asleep and not entirely aware of your surroundings as you’d shuffled into the kitchen to get started on breakfast. The oversized t-shirt wasn’t a big deal, but your shorts were definitely at the length to make Yixing blush before hurrying back to the safety of his room. You felt bad after that and made sure to at least have a pair of sweats laying out for you to slip on before emerging.

Another little issue was showering. For the most part, you’d simply dressed and undressed in the bathroom, but the tub wasn’t properly sealed and your clothes often ended up soaked on the tile. There wasn’t really any counter space to hold them, so you just tried to surround the tub in towels. But that was a little ridiculous in your mind.

Hence, why you were now making your way to the bathroom like a ninja in one of those foreign movies you were always watching at eleven o’clock on a friday night out of boredom. It seemed safe to go out with just that thin piece of cloth protecting you and at this point, you were willing to take the risk.

By the time you were under the rushing water and breathing in the steam, you were calmed down and enjoying the experience of become clean and fresh again.

All too soon, it was time to step out and move on for the day. Turning off the water, you pushed back the plastic curtain, reaching for your towel. You quickly dried off and starting quietly singing to yourself as you finished up in the bathroom. The possible threat of being seen by Yixing was gone from your mind. It was that lack of awareness that would be your big mistake.

Still singing at a much louder decibel, you left the bathroom, turning around for a second to close the door. By the time you swiveled back around, you ran into a solid object. Somehow there was enough force to send you down to the ground, the object falling on top of you. Except, that object was Yixing.

“Oh, my god, are you okay?” he asked loudly. Headphones were clogging up his ears, probably the reason he didn’t hear your self-staring concert.

“I’m fine,” you giggled, mostly out of the awkwardness of the conversation. He was still lying on top of you and him being this close to your face was sending your nervous system into overdrive. “But, huh, I kind of need to get up.”

“Huh?” Yixing scrunched his face up, confused because he couldn’t hear you. How loud did he have his volume?

Squirming until your arms were free, you plucked out his headphones, repeating, “I’m okay, but can you let me up?”

For a second he just blinked. Then he looked and realization hit him.

“Oh, sorry!” He scrambled up, putting an unnecessary extra foot of space between you after helping you up to your feet.

The two of you just stood there in silence, a minute or two going by with no one speaking as your fingers held tightly to your towel, everyone still flustered from the encounter.

“I… should go get dressed,” you finally mumbled. Yixing just nodded, keeping his eyes down like the gentleman that he was.

In your room, you found yourself able to breathe again at a normal rate.

It was just because you’re used to living on your own….

And because your roommate was cute, you argued with yourself as you pulled your shirt over your head. He was too cute. From the dorky way he laughed to how sweet he was in making sure you were comfortable to how he’d stay up late working on whatever and fall asleep on the couch. You always covered him with a blanket so he didn’t get too cold when you came across him like that. Part of you wanted to move him to his bed, but you didn’t want to wake him up and you were neither strong enough nor graceful enough to carry him to his room.

Yeah. You were starting to really like Yixing, but you doubted that he was feeling anything remotely similar. All he gave you were sweet, dimpled smiles in passing that were certainly just out of politeness.

Sighing to yourself, you grabbed your camera and headed out of your room.

Yixing was sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone. He perked up when he saw you emerge.

“Heading out?” he asked. It had to be your imagination, but you almost could have sworn a hint of disappointment in his voice. That was probably just you searching for some sort of validation for how you were feeling.

“Yeah,” you nodded, holding up your heavy digital camera. “I thought I’d waste some time on my terrible photography skills.”

“What do you mean? You take amazing pictures.” Hopping up from the couch, he walked over to you. “I’d like to come with you. Can I?”

“O-okay.” Don’t blush. Don’t blush.

So, the two of you headed out and just started walking in the most random directions.

At first, you simply took pictures of your surroundings, messing with the settings on your camera to really make the late spring greens of the trees and vines pop against the old townhomes and the lush hills that surround your little city. But then magic happened.

While you were searching around for another view to capture, you glimpsed at Yixing. He was adjusting his red sweatshirt while staring off to the side. As quick as your fingers could be, you snapped the picture, the click capturing Yixing’s attention.

“Did you just take one of me?” he asked.

You giggled as you nodded enthusiastically, showing off the picture that you were actually quite proud of.

“Wow,” Yixing exclaimed. “That’s incredible. I look good.”

“Of course you do!” Searching around, ideas started to pop into your head. You pointed to a rail just a few feet away. “Hey, go standing over there.”

“And do what?”

“I don’t know. Just lean on it.”

Yixing obeyed, naturally falling into a modelesque pose.

Over the next hour or so, you took different pictures of Yixing and loved every second of it. He was at complete ease in front of the camera and taking ahold of his image was the easiest session you’d ever done. You loved this alone time with him, getting to know him even more and, to be honest, you liked the attention he was giving you, complimenting your pictures and making you laugh with his lame jokes in between.

Back at the apartment, Yixing volunteered to make dinner while you sorted through the day’s photographs on your laptop at the table. You were so engrossed in editing and deleting that you didn’t notice Yixing placing the bowl of soup next to you.

“I told you that you were really good,” he whispered, making you jump.

“Oh, thanks,�� you murmured, keeping your eyes on the screen and acting like you didn’t just get a little scared by his sudden appearance. But out of the corner of your eye, Yixing’s face was floating next to yours, staring with awe at the photo you were currently working on.

Switching his gaze over to you, he whispered, “You really should have more confidence in your abilities. You’re brilliant.”

You couldn’t bring yourself to say anything, so you just smiled at him. He was so close, you just needed to lean forward a few more centimeters and your lips would touch. But neither of you moved forward. Instead, Yixing straightened up, leaving your heart beating a million miles a minute as he sat across from you and slurped on his soup.

The rest of the evening was spent in comfortable silence, both of you just working on your individual projects at opposite ends of the table. You sighed internally at yourself when it seemed that - while you were hardly able to concentrate - Yixing didn’t seem affected by the closeness of you. It wasn’t fair. Why did you have to be the only one that suffered?

When Yixing decided to wrap it up for the night, you did the same, closing your laptop and grabbing your camera before heading for your room. Just as your hand hit the doorknob, Yixing called out to you.

“(y/n)?”

You looked at him over your shoulder. “Yeah?”

But he didn’t reply verbally.

Stalking towards you, Yixing had a determined look on his face. With his hands, he took your own face in his palms and brought his lips down to yours.

They were soft. Softer than you’d imagined in your fleeting daydreams, molding into yours like a perfect match. Even though your jaw was cupped in his palms, he gave you plenty of room to pull away if you so wished. But you kept on with the kiss, goosebumps rippling up your arms. The laptop and camera clattered down to the carpeted floor and, your hands now free, you entangled your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck. It was like velvet against your skin. Yixing pulled you in closer, sanking an arm around the small of your back.

He soon leaned away, both of your breaths shallow and ragged, filling the small space between you.

“I, uh-” he chuckled, running his thumb over your cheekbone.

“What now?” you asked.

Whatever tension you’d been feeling lately had truly been a two-way street and exploded in this very moment. But where did you go from here? Where did the two of you stand?

“I think-” Yixing sighed. “I think I would really like to take you out on a proper date.”

“I think I would like that,” you replied, happy for the instant clarification.

He dipped in for one more quick kiss. “How about tomorrow night?”

“That sounds like a perfect idea.”

In typical Yixing fashion, he let go of you and walked backwards to his bedroom door, that stupid dimple poking through his shy smile thrown your way. He disappeared behind the wooden barrier after saying good night.

You bit down on your bottom lip to keep your smile from splitting your face wide open. Picking up your laptop and camera, you examined them and determined that they were fine. Behind your own door, you slid down to the ground, unable to hold back the squeal. Now that the two of you had taken that important step towards each other, you had another obstacle to overcome.

What the hell were you going to wear tomorrow?

[uriurijihoonie]

wedding booth │ l.jc

pairing: dino/chan x reader genre: fluff, high school!au word count: 2,166 warnings: none

A/N: the scenario actually happened (but altered some parts) lol that’s it and i’m still getting the hang of writing how I used to aaaahhhh can you please send your thoughts about my writing ):

Valentine’s Day; for some, it’s a day full of excitement and expectations, especially if you’re in a relationship. The dreading moment of waiting whether you’ll be surprised by a confession from your crush who also likes you, a date by your significant other or the most-awaited yes from someone the suitor pursues.

In your case, you’re neither of the three; you don’t have a suitor, much less a boyfriend, and your crush doesn’t have any interest to you at all.

But still, you’re hoping something worth remembering will happen to you for the rest of the day.

As you entered your designated building, different booths were set up in the lobby. There’s the photo booth, an open stage for people who wants to sing or dedicate a song, a mailbox booth and even a fancy marriage booth.

The college council went all out for this day, huh.

“Chill out, Y/N, we’ve got you, you’re getting married to Chan today,” your friend whispered in your ear as she draped an arm around your shoulder, to which she also removed as soon as you nudged her by your elbow.

“Don’t do it please, and if anyone hears you I swear,” You trailed off as you start to descend the stairs, “besides, he will be pissed if you do that to him.”

“Oh come on, he isn’t a killjoy, I know it.”

“Well, he doesn’t take any interest in me at all, besides it’s so random for me to be suddenly paired up with him; he’ll get clues,” You argued, walking through the hallways of your designated floor.

“That’s the point, Y/N,” you saw your friend roll her eyes at you, in which you flicked her in the forehead, “but that’s not what I intend to do, idiot.”

You entered your classroom and as cringe-y as it may be, your eyes automatically turned to where Chan was, and as if you’re being blessed today, it was a sight where he’s laughing real hard you can hear his melodious laugh ringing like soothing bells in your ears, making you smile automatically as you reached your seat, which is just right in front of him.

“Don’t intend for him to know, huh,” you can hear sarcasm in your friend’s voice as you reached for her to smack her, which she evaded with a laugh.

Classes soon started and everything about today is going well like what a normal day is like. Soon you were given ample time to go to the lobby and check out the booths, in which you easily dragged your friend to try out the photo booth.

As soon as you finished taking the shots you bought from the booth, screams and hoots were heard and soon, a crowd of people filled the other side of the lobby.

“Someone’s getting married,” said your friend. Curiously, you tried to make your way through the crowd, immediately smiling when you saw it was your two teachers who’ve been shipped by a lot of students were getting married at the booth.

“It’s Mr. Kim and Ms. Jung,” you grinned, snapping a few photos of your teachers who clearly have interest for each other.

What would it be like if Chan and I were—

You immediately stopped your train of thoughts as you move away from the crowd, shaking your head furiously as you remove any visualization from your head.

If you were to be completely honest, there’s a slim string of hope that your friend will really sign you and Chan up for the marriage booth, and who are you to fool yourself that you don’t want it to happen.

Even if it’s just fake, I’ll take it. Sheesh Y/N, you’re embarrassing.

Feeling heat rush through your cheeks and the unstoppable grin on your face, you shake off the feeling as you made your way back to your classroom, opting to read a novel you always bring with you.

Just as you turn the novel to its next chapter, one of your classmates entered your classroom, “Yah! Chan is getting married at the lobby!”

You felt as if an ice cold bucket of water is being dumped on you, your heart beating fast as you thought of your friend actually signing you up.

But that’s impossible, she’s with me all day and—

Looking back at her seat behind you, your friend is missing and just then, she barged into the room, shouting your name. “Y/N! Come with me, quick!”

There’s no time for you to escape and as soon as she dragged you down the stairs, your screams of protests were unheard as you were being led by your friend.

You saw the crowd being your classmates and you didn’t know if you should be glad you can hear their affirmative screams and hoots towards you, but their screams cannot beat the loud thumping of your heart as you can feel how it races fast.

“Ya! I told you not to do this!” You grumbled as you were dragged on the makeshift aisle, a flower crown with a veil being put into the top of your head.

“You’re welcome, Y/N,” she giggly handed you a bouquet of paper flowers and linked your arms, as if she’s your guardian for the ‘wedding.’

“C’mon Y/N, look at your ‘groom’,” she nudged your sides as your hands got sweaty, heart beating at its fastest rate, and if it’s still possible for it to get faster, your heart still accelerated as soon as your eyes met Chan’s, and seeing his eyes turn to crescents as he grin shyly and looked down to fix his suit (provided by the booth) made you smile, too.

At least it looks like he’s fine with this.

Your friend guided you as you walked through the aisle, and if it wasn’t for your arm gripping your friend’s, you would’ve cascaded on the floor as you feel your legs giving up.

As soon as you reached the makeshift altar where Chan is waiting, all noise seemed to drain out as you focus on this moment alone; Chan going to your side as he’s smiling shyly, faint hues of red painted his cheeks, but despite his own embarrassment, he still greeted you, “Hi, Y/N.”

As much as you wanted to greet him back, all you managed to do was to give him a shy smile of yours, averting your gaze to the person in charge of the ceremony in front of you.

“Good day, family and friends, we are all gathered today to witness...” all the sound drained out once again. This is really happening.

Your thoughts cut off when Chan nudged you, making you look at him, “Are you okay? You look kinda pale, Y/N.”

You wanted to utter a sentence this time but your malfunctioning self still got your tongue tied, that you only managed to give him a nod, which made him frown the slightest, “Are you bothered by this?Is it because of me?”

“No, no, I swear, no!” You blurted out, good thing the person in front of you is still not over with his spiels. You sighed, “I’m just... I’m sorry since you’re being dragged into this chaos.”

Chan laughed at your word choices, which made you smile too because did I just managed to make him laugh?

“You don’t have to be sorry,” Chan slightly faced your direction, still sporting that smile of his which you love so much, “Because I’m actually happy that it’s you.”

Before you could say something, his hand reached for your flower crown and fixed it in place. Giving you one of his smiles again, he turned back to the front, in time for the question from the person in front.

“Do you, Lee Chan, take Y/L/N Y/F/N, to be your wedded wife, for richer and for poorer, in sickness and in health, ‘til death do you part?”

The person gestured for the ring that laid on the table. Looking down, you saw Chan taking one, as his other hand gestured for yours. Shaking, you held his palm, taking in just how soft his hands are and the gentleness of his hold on yours.

Leaning closer to the mic, you heard Chan say, “I do,” before he slipped in the ring on your ring finger.

The fast thumping on your heart returned. Taking deep breaths to compose yourself, you focused on looking at the ring left as you heard the person say his question,  “Do you, Y/L/N, take Lee Chan, to be your wedded husband, for richer and for poorer, in sickness and in health, ‘til death do you part?”

You can see your hands trembling as you take the ring, and you lost count how much you’ve been breathing deeply. But when you look at Chan, who’s smiling at you, everything felt at ease. 

This was definitely a moment to remember.

Leaning into the mic, you said, “I do” as it’s now your turn to slip the ring in his finger.

Afterwards, the cheers you drowned out became louder once more, and as the person in front finally said the words “you may now kiss the bride,” all the nervousness and trembling came in to you all at once, and tripled when Chan carefully lifted the veil covering your face.

“Ya, what do you think you’re doing?” All your reservations for Chan escaped you when he finally lifted the veil off, but he just smiled at you. “Just trust me.”

With wide eyes, he carefully tucked some loose strands of your hair behind your ear. Is he serious? What the heck is he really serious about--

It was all cut off when he gently pulled you close to him by your arms and engulfed you in the warmest of hugs.

Taking this as an opportunity, you hugged him back, the grin forming on your face becoming wide as ever. Hoping he wouldn’t feel it, you snuggled in his chest for the tiniest bit before letting go.

Signing your supposed “marriage certificates,” you were then led into the photo booth for remembrance of your “marriage.” You didn’t know how it went but you’re sure you’re giving the most flustered look you can give. After giving you your claim stubs for the photo, Chan was about to approach you...

but then you felt the continuous vibration of your phone close to your head.

Opening your eyes, you glanced around to your surroundings. I slept at the library? You wondered. Sitting up, you reached for your phone, and all the continuous vibrations were made by the messages and missed calls from your worried boyfriend.

Opening his recent message which contained “Please tell me that you just fell asleep in the library again, baby. I’m worried,” you sighed guiltily.

You were about to reply when a familiar figure sat in front of you, and a sheepish smile went on your face as you saw Chan’s pouting face, “You could at least text me that you’re in the library.”

“I’m sorry, Channie,” you gave him one of your pouts too, as you reached for his hand across the table. “I was planning to send you a text but I got engrossed into reading.”

Ah, really,” he sighed exasperatedly, but then gave you a relieved smile as he brushed his thumb on your knuckles, “Just don’t make me worry again, baby.”

“Of course, baby. I love you,” you cooed, taking your intertwined hands close to your cheeks, but yelped when both the cold band around your fingers came into contact with your skin.

Looking at your hands, you laughed at how you’re still wearing the silver rings you got from your high school’s marriage booth three years ago, and how you just dreamed of it a while ago, “You’re still wearing this?”

“Of course, I tell the girls who try to flirt with me that I’m married-- hey! What’s wrong?!” Chan laughed as he avoided the crumpled paper you threw at him.

After you both calmed down,  you intertwined your hands once again, brushing your thumb on the cold metal band. “Tell you what, I dreamed of our wedding on that booth three years ago...”

Clearly, it was how your relationship started and bloomed. You didn’t forget how Chan also confessed to you that he likes you when he overheard you and your friend talking, and how you thought of escaping as soon as you knew he was listening, but you were glad he caught up to you..

“Someday, Y/N, maybe in another three or four year’s time...” Chan mumbled, making you hum. “What is it?”

“I’ll change these rings into real ones.” Your smile faltered for a bit, seeing how the glint in Chan’s eyes are nothing but seriousness and something you’re really grown to seeing; love.

“You’ll... say yes, right?” His eyes now hinted that of fear and nervousness. You wanted to take those emotions away from him.

And seeing how you smiled and squeezed his hand, Chan never felt more reassured than before.

[nebulous-frog]

Danuts Donut Shop

Summary: Phil kept visiting Danuts Donut Shop because the donuts were divine. Yeah, that was totally the reason. 

It had nothing to do with the very cute and very flirty pastel cashier who always seemed to be working, not at all.

Word count: 2101

Rating: G

Warnings: Some swearing

Genre: Extreme Fluff

Author’s Note: Written for Day 4 of @phanfichallenge​‘s week of fics and as my contribution to the Trope Challenge!

Now with ART!! Thank you to the fabulous @pasteldnp for this edit!!

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Sugar. Phil needed sugar.

Not for baking, god knows he’d burn down the whole block if he tried that, but he needed to eat something sugary and he needed it now.

Phil had just moved to the area a few days ago, so he didn’t really know any good places to go for something sweet. He pulled out his phone and asked Siri for some help and decided on a place that sounded interesting: “Danuts Donut Shop”.

It was only a few minutes away from his flat, so Phil decided to walk. It was a nice day, anyway, not too hot or cold and not raining for once.

When Phil arrived, he opened the door to be smacked in the face with the mind-numbing scent of fresh-made donuts. He inhaled deeply through his nose, lingering in the doorway.

“Hi, welcome to Danuts Donut Shop! What can I get for you?” a chipper voice asked.

Phil jumped, having gotten caught up in the delicious smell, and walked fully into the store.

“Um, well, I was looking for some donuts.”

“And you came to a donut shop? Crazy,” the young man manning the front counter said teasingly.

“I-uh- um- yeah?” Phil stuttered. He was still a little off-balance and he was always awkward, so he was quickly deciding to never come back here again. He finally looked up at the counter to see the cashier, who was wearing an oversized pastel pink jumper and white skinny jeans with a pink flower crown delicately placed on top of an organized mop of curls. In that moment, Phil realized he was done for. This man was this amazing combination of adorable and flirty that had Phil absolutely swooning.

“So, what donut would you like?”

Phil stumbled towards the donut counter and perused the options. There were so many flavors and sizes that he was a little overwhelmed.

Maybe I’ll have to come back and try some more later, he thought. But which should I pick first? Classic glazed? Bear claw? Oooh, but pumpkin spice is always delicious…

He glanced back up at the cashier, and gave him a small smile.

“Pumpkin spice?”

The cashier bent over reached into the case to take out the donut.

“Alright. Just the one?” he asked as he stood up straight.

“Well, yeah, I guess?” Phil replied unsurely. He really only needed one, but the other donuts were really tempting and Phil could feel his willpower threatening to crumble.

“Not, maybe, a glazed? Jelly-filled?” the man drawled, staring intently at Phil and licking his lips. His eyes drifted over Phil’s awkwardly tall form. “Boston cream?”

Phil blushed and coughed a bit, breaking eye contact for a moment. “Um- no. Haha, just the pumpkin spice.” He tentatively looked back up at the cashier again.

“Sure thing, love,” the cashier replied with a wink and a smirk.

Unsure of how to respond, Phil just pretended he hadn’t heard, although he was sure he was blushing heavily by now. He pulled out his wallet as the pastel cashier put his pumpkin spice donut in a bag for him to take home.

As they exchanged money for donut, the man winked again. “Come back anytime, sugar.”

Phil spluttered, extremely flustered, and nodded. He quickly turned around and walked to the door, desperate to leave his own awkwardness behind with that extremely attractive cashi-

“Oof!” Phil exclaimed. He had walked directly into the doorframe. Run. Now. Escape. You’ll have time to be embarrassed later, Phil, r u n!

Sheepishly, Phil backed up and opened the door properly this time, with a background of the cashier’s laugh effectively pushing him out the door.

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For the next week, the donut shop (and its cute cashier) were all Phil could think of.

The pumpkin spice donut had been amazing, tasting like a food version of the pumpkin spice lattes from Starbucks, and Phil wanted to try some of the other flavors to see if they could be anywhere near as good.

But Phil also was a little afraid of returning.

The cashier had been so cute and Phil had made an absolute fool of himself the first time he went for donuts. He couldn’t go back anytime soon because he was too ashamed.

But that donut had been so good.

Phil finally decided that the donut had been too delicious for him to stay away. Maybe if he went on a different day of the week than last time, the cashier from the other day wouldn’t be there.

Hopefully.

So Phil found himself walking into the donut shop again a week and a half after his first visit.

As soon as he walked in the door, he regretted his decision.

The cute cashier from the other day was working again, but he looked somehow even more adorable today.

His hair was somehow extra curly, held back from his face by a pin with a big lavender-tinted flower stuck to it. His jumper was also lavender and looked so soft and delicately fuzzy that Phil just wanted to rest his head on it like a pillow. The cashier wore light wash dungarees over the jumper with one strap hanging off his shoulder.

He also had a nametag on, which Phil had not noticed the first time he came in. “Cute Cashier” was apparently called Dan.

Wait. Maybe he owns the shop, if it’s “Danuts”. No wonder he’s here again.

Phil was lucky there was someone already at the counter, otherwise the cashier- Dan- would’ve seen Phil sending him the biggest heart-eyes of all time (he also might have been drooling slightly, but nobody else needed to know that).

He was just about to turn and run out of the shop when Dan spoke up.

“Welcome back, sugar! What can I get for you today?”

Damn, Phil thought. I missed my chance to run.

The other customer brushed past Phil and left the store as Phil trudged up to the counter, a nervous smile rising on his face.

“Um, hi again.”

Dan’s lips twitched up in a smirk. “Were you going to get a donut, or just keep staring at me?”

Phil blushed violently. “I- uh- donut?”

The other man laughed. Phil never wanted the sound to end.

“Which one would you like?” He leaned forward, elbows resting on the counter and chin in his hand.

Phil’s heart thumped heavily at the image.

It should be illegal for one man to look this cute and be this confident and be in control of such delicious pastries. It’s just unfair.

He looked into the case again.

The coconut one looks really good, but so does the chocolate sprinkles, and the powdered sugar, and the glazed… I can’t just get all of them, so which do I pick?

After about a minute of silence, the cute cashier spoke up again.

“Do you need some help deciding?”

Phil startled, having gotten so wrapped up in his internal donut discourse that he forgot he wasn’t alone.

He sheepishly made eye contact with the cashier, who had a glint of amusement in his eye.

“Uh, yeah. They all look so good that I’m not quite sure which one to try first.”

“Well,” Dan began, “they certainly are good. And that’s not just a shop owner’s bias, it is a fact that several critics have shared.

“My personal favorite is the double chocolate pistachio donut, but, if nuts aren’t your thing, the strawberry frosted with sprinkles is a close second.” As he spoke, he pointed at each donut in the case.

Phil pondered for a moment, then nodded. “Double chocolate pistachio sounds great.”

Dan grinned. ”Coming right up, sugar.”

He winked, then bent down to take the donut out of the case.

A few minutes later, Phil was leaving, dignity mostly intact.

When he got home and tried the donut, he moaned.

He has damn good taste. I need to go back.

Every day for the next week, Phil found an excuse to stop in at Danuts Donut Shop. Sometimes it was as a reward for completing a chore or making a phone call, once it was because he “forgot” he finished off his cereal and needed breakfast, and once was because he won Fortnite for the first time.

Really, all the excuses were complete bullshit. By day three, he wasn’t just returning for the donuts, he was also looking to talk to Dan.

Dan had really taken over Phil’s thoughts. Phil was always thinking about how amazing Dan looked with a flower in his hair, or in his oversized jumpers, or when he teased Phil. Dan always found a way to get Phil flustered, and Phil loved it. He never knew how to respond, but he couldn’t get enough of Dan’s flirty winks, cocky smiles, and sarcastic comments.

As the week progressed, Phil’s attraction to Dan developed into an obvious crush. Phil learned what times were the slowest for the donut shop and would spend as much time talking to Dan as he could handle before he inevitably felt too flustered to stay and Dan laughed him out of the store.

At the end of the week, Dan finally commented on Phil’s frequent visits.

Phil had just paid for his classic glazed donut when Dan leaned forward, resting his forearms across the counter.

He looked intently at Phil, his signature smirk on his face. “So, Phil. You’ve been in my shop every day this week, for one random reason or another. Would you care to tell me the real reasons?”

Phil’s eyes widened.

No, I would not care to tell you about my absolutely hopeless crush on you, thanks.

“I- I just really like donuts?” he squeaked. “All the excuses were just to cover up my sugar addiction.”

Dan blinked, smirk melting into a fond smile that had Phil struggling not to swoon.

“Of course. Your completely obvious sugar addiction.”

Dan shot Phil a smug expression that had Phil thinking that maybe he isn’t talking about sugar and maybe he knows I like him.

Phil decided it was best to simply shrug and remain silent, a weak smile on his face.

Dan rolled his eyes. The fond smile returned, and he stood up straight to grab Phil’s receipt and a pen. He scribbled something on it, then handed it to Phil.

“Since you’re really pretty terrible at this, here. Text me.”

Phil took the slip of paper and looked at it to see a phone number and Dan’s name. He looked back up at Dan and was shocked to see a faint blush coloring his cheeks.

He began to laugh lightly. “I am really terrible at this, aren’t I?”

Dan nodded. “Truly awful,” he said while trying to contain his smile. “But it’s okay, you make up for it with that cute blush when you’re flustered.”

Phil blushed, but he was beaming. Dan’s compliment gave him the confidence to give one of his own.

“I can’t help it when I’m talking to such an adorable donut shop owner,” Phil said. He delighted in the way Dan’s face lit up with his smile and a deeper blush.

Dan looked like he was about to say something, but he was interrupted by the sound of the bells tinkling on the door as someone entered.

“Welcome to Danuts Donut Shop!” he called to them.

The customer nodded a greeting and moved to look at the donuts.

Dan turned back to Phil for a moment. “I have to cut this conversation short, unfortunately, but maybe we can pick it back up over a coffee sometime?”

Phil grinned and nodded.

“Great,” Dan said. “You have my number now, so text me for details, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Phil replied, turning to leave the shop.

“Oh, and Phil?” Dan

Phil paused and turned back to see Dan’s smirk back on his face. Phil raised an eyebrow in question.

“I look forward to hearing more about how adorable you think I am, sugar.” Dan winked, and Phil felt his face heat up again.

He giggled a little, then quickly turned and walked towards the door, eager to leave so he could text Dan and replay the whole conversation over in his mind while eating his latest donut.

I have a date with the cute cashier, oh my go-

Just like the first time Phil had ever visited Danuts Donut Shop, he walked straight into the doorframe and bounced off with an “oof”.

And just like at the end of his first visit, Phil fled in embarrassment to the melodic tones of Dan’s cackling.

This time, however, Phil definitely would not be afraid to return.

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37. Seulgi x Reader •Bad Girl•

Tapping your fingers in a fast continuous motion on the large wooden library table, you silently prayed for inspiration to hit you, the daunting white page in front of you burning through your skull.

Essays, you hated them, don’t get me wrong you loved writing, and had a talent for it too, just not when you were given a theme and track to follow.

“Could you stop with the damn tapping?

The harsh voice scared the hell out of you, and once you realized whom it belonged to, your heart rate did not slow down, on the contrary, it sped up.

Kang Seulgi, also known as one of the most popular people at your school for some reason obscure to you.

You heard her name being whispered in the hallways every day, the same hallways that seemed to be cleared every time she passed and you found yourself squashed against a locker as the other kids parted for her like the Red sea.

Legend had it she had been kicked out of her last school for vandalism and sending one of her classmates to the hospital.

All you had seen her do was bite back at some teachers and stare at everybody that got in her way with a burning hate.

In your opinion she was like any other person in this high school except for your best friend, pretty annoying.

“If you ask nicely I will.”

Her dark eyes filled with surprise, you took notice of her grunge, goth look, heavy makeup on her face, even more noticeable as her eyes seemed to burn with indignation,

“How about you stop being a huge pain before I break your fingers and shove them up your...”

A loud shush interrupted her vulgar statement, the old librarian’s face bright red, hands on her waist.

“Get out of my library right now, the both of you!”

You huffed in annoyance before grabbing your stuff and sticking it in your bag hurriedly, you fixed your round framed glasses before turning towards the bother next to you,

“Thanks for this you vulgar little emo.”

Seulgi seemed ready to knock your front teeth out as you made your way out of the library, her eyes making their way to your jean clad cute little butt.

A strange feeling rising in the pit of her stomach as she watched you walk away, two questions swirling around her head,

who is this girl and how dare she?

Your next encounter was on a rainy Thursday morning, Seulgi had been wondering aimlessly down the hallways, not feeling the current algebra class. She turned a corner and almost ran straight into you,

“What, are you skipping or something?”

Seulgi’s arrogant voice already bothering you, “I’m actually hanging some school clubs announcements, you should think about joining them, do something with your life.”

Seulgi really had a good time teasing you, she loved how your cheeks turned a light shade of red whenever she spoke,

“And who gives you permission to do it during class hours?”

Your eyes rolled dramatically at her insistence,

“My mom is the vice principal, I do some favors for her, and she just lets me and my photography group alone.”

Seulgi scoffed at your answer, “Sounds a lot like nepotism to me.”

You turned around, skirt slightly rising at the sudden movement, Seulgi’s eyes lowering in an instant,

“Oh wow, such big words!”

Her eyes darkened as she took a step closer, trapping you between herself and the wall, your heart making a strange little tap dance in your chest.

“Don’t sound so surprised, a girl can be pretty and smart at the same time.”

There was barely any space between your faces when the bell rang suddenly, making you jump on the spot. It took a few seconds to register her words and for the offense to hit you, “I never said...”

Your words got muffled by the noisy stream of students flooding the hallways, you stood still, mouth agape and thoughts all over the place as Seulgi disappeared into the sea of teenagers.

On Friday the weather seemed to have worsened, leaving your photography group, you sprinted across the school parking lot, backpack hanging from your shoulder and protecting your new Leica M5 under the heavy parka you were wearing.

You were in a good mood, photography had been really fun today, and the rain always somehow made your mood brighten.

Unsurprisingly you struggled to open the door of your grandpa’s old car, a gift for your last birthday.

Once inside you sat for a few minutes, waiting for the old beast to warm up, listening to the rain outside falling incessantly.

As your eyes wondered at the the outside world they fell on a trembling figure just outside the main entrance.

From the dark clothing and smoke coming from her you could tell who it was in an instant.

As you slowly stopped the car right in front of her you rolled down the window, offering a warm smile, “Need a ride home?”

She seemed taken aback by your sudden friendliness, stubbornly shaking her head in a refusing manner, you couldn’t help but feel your heart warm as you took in her appearance with more attention than usual.

There she stood, shaking from the cold, cigarette in one hand and smuged mascara from the rain, pretty eyes staring right through you.

Not taking no for an answer you stretched over and opened the door for her,

“Stop being so stubborn and get in.”

Seulgi reluctantly flicked the cancer stick away, getting in your car she gave you a thankful smile, immediately nearing her hands to the heating vent.

“You can pick a cd, they’re all in the glove compartment, oh and it’s kind of...”

A loud laugh escaped her lips as a waterfall of cds and random stuff fell from the compartment as soon as it opened,

“Messy.”

She only laughed louder as your cheeks turned a deep shade of red, eyes focused on the road ahead.

“I live in Rosewood by the way.”

You tried not to give away your surprise at her words.

Rosewood was a gated community just outside of town, it was known for being the home of some of the richest families in the area, the elite.

You couldn’t hide your surprise though, when Seulgi picked one of your favorite R&B albums and the soft notes filled the car,

“What, did you think I only listened to heavy metal or something?”

Eyebrows lifting playfully, she hit your arm lightly, “I thought the vice principal would have taught her daughter not to judge a book by its cover.”

You loved how easy going Seulgi was acting at the moment, there was someone special behind the mean girl facade she put on every day at school,

“It was the cop actually that taught me that, my dad.”

Your chest tightened just a little as you thought about him, the girl next to seemed to sense you were uncomfortable with the subject so she immediately switched to how she was positive she had failed her algebra test earlier.

“You really should try a bit harder Seulgi, your parents must have paid a hell of a lot to get you accepted in december and I heard my mom talking about how the principle is really not happy about your attitude.”

She shrugged her shoulders, “I don’t really care.”

You scoffed at her words, “I know for a fact you do though, I’m not falling for this bad girl facade you have going on.”

Seulgi finally realized how different you were from any other kid at your school, somehow more mature, and absolutely beautiful.

“So, does the cop know you smoke weed?”

So she saw it.

The cheeky smile on her face indicating she had no problem with it calmed you down a little,

“Actually my dad passed away last year while on duty, but if you ever wanna smoke give me a ring and I’ll be there.”

The pretty girl sitting next to you couldn’t understand how you still had a smile on your face, she couldn’t even fathom losing her own father, even though they often fought, she absolutely loved him.

As you passed through the security gate you seemed to enter a world of privilege.

Lowering the windows and looking around, you felt extremely out of place, “Wow, this neighborhood even smells of rich people.”

Seulgi hit you in retaliation as she kept indicating where to turn until you reached this huge property, a perfectly mowed lawn with a path on the middle that led to a large white painted mansion, extra security guards stood at the beginning of the path eyeing your old vehicle suspiciously,

“Well, I’m not a fan of any type of guns, so I’ll just leave you here okay?”

Seulgi thanked you before stepping out of the car, and slamming the door shut.

You were watching her leave just to make sure she arrived safely when she turned around in a rush and ran back towards you, thinking she had forgot something you lowered the window, Seulgi took a few deep breaths before actually being able to talk to you,

“How about we meet up to study algebra on Saturday and then I take you out for dinner?”

Anxiety seemed to be painted on her face as she waited for an answer, it was actually nice seeing her so flustered,

“Is it a date?”

Your hopeful tone seemed to give her back her usual cockiness as she smirked at you,

“Absolutely Y/N.”

Eyes shining, she looked at you with the purest look on her face,

“I guess I’ll see you on Saturday then.”