#that being said idk if you guys are taking this as him having crushes on them đ imo heâs just learning how to be nice so heâs awkward
you and etoiles are such good friends ^^ đ¤
Wow. What keen observation skills you have.
I donât know what the infatuation is with you people and me talking to my classmates. Itâs not that big of a deal.
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OUTTA MY MIND
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summary: getting a brand new job as a senior idol's manager was scary enough on its own, but it became even worse when said idol was jeon jungkook, idol of all idols. what made it even worse? when jungkook began taking a special liking to you, damning any conflict of interest his crush on you may have had.
content: idol!au, staff!reader x idol!jungkook, jungkook is shameless about his crush on reader, but it's fine bc reader likes him back!!, reader acts hard to get bc her job is too important though boo, afab reader, banter, jk is a flirt, reader is a little bit shy, a lot of rlly wrong info about working in the industry, smut, oral (f receiving), penetrative sex, etc.
wc: 7.7k
a/n: my first jungkook solo writing!! i hope u guys enjoy<33 ive been into bts since 2017 idk why i never wrote about them before lol anyways hope this is a good introduction to all my future jungkook works<3
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Whenever you'd tell someone you worked within the entertainment industry, â the music industry, to be precise â people always showed a little extra interest in your words, probably assuming you to be involved in the flashier aspects of it. The statement on it's own sounded exciting, enigmatic even. This would only then be followed by disappointed upon finding out your specific profession of choice, deeming it less exciting than most.
You were a manager. No, you were not an active member of the entertainment industry itself, but you were one of the many pillars necessary for the talent to create the entertainment people would always seek.
Being as young as you were, it had been hard to get to where you were so quickly. Networking had been your best friend all throughout your career, eventually landing you in your current role â one that would only open even more doors for you.
It had only been a week since you had received a call from your friend â an old friend from an internship who just so happened to be a former Hybe video producer â letting you know of a recent opening as one of the many managers at the company. Having been between gigs at the time, you jumped at the chance without a second thought. Hybe? The biggest entertainment company in Korea? You didn't need any details before agreeing.
It was a few days later in which you found out the details. The opportunity had been even more life-altering than you'd thought.
Originally, you had believed you'd end up becoming manager to one of the many brand new rookie groups in the growing company. With so many surging youth in the industry, it made sense to you that you'd be assigned such a role, not having had any prior experience within Hybe itself.
Except that wasn't the case. Having previously worked and interned at a few other South Korean entertainment companies through the years, it seemed like Hybe deemed you experienced enough to assign you the role of becoming a senior artist's manager.
Jeon Jungkook.
Senior artist had been an understatement. Those had been the words written in your contract, explaining your role in excruciating detail, yet failing to mention that your client would be Korea's most popular singer.
You couldn't lie, you were insanely intimidated by your new role. Despite being proudly skilled at your job, becoming the manager of an idol who had been in the game for longer than you'd even been out of college was a bit scary. Jungkook had gone from the absolute bottom to the top, he had most likely lived through it all by now â what kind of expertise could you offer someone who had already seen it all?
Being manager of an idol differed slightly from managing any other person. Idol companies usually handled the schedulings, bookings, and the legalities of their artists. As a manager, you somewhat took the role of a bodyguard. You were meant to show up everywhere Jungkook went and become his spokesperson â vying for him as if your life depended on it.
And now it was too late to back out â not that you actually wanted to. All paperwork had been signed, you had your own personal Hybe badge and all the benefits that came along with working at the company. Any feelings of intimidation or fear for the role would have to be put aside as you walked into the Hybe building to meet with your new client; the boy you'd have to stick by 24/7 from now on.
You weren't sure what you were expecting upon meeting him. It wasn't like there would be any special introduction, or even as if you were his sole manager; no, he actually had a few others who would occasionally aid him in the absence of his main manager, which was now you. Today was a workday for him, meaning that he likely already had a few people in supportive roles as he did whatever it was that Jeon Jungkook did while working.
Walking into the huge building, after getting lost a few times, you made your way to the seventh floor, which, as you'd been informed, had various rooms designated for photoshoots. That's where you'd find Jungkook for the first time, presumably having one of the many shoots scheduled for this week.
Having possession of his schedule made you realize how busy idol life was. Despite having no public schedules all this week, he had a packed itinerary, filled with either shoots or signings or producing sessions. You hadn't even met him yet, but you were already assured that he was overly hardworking â and you had maybe also stalked him online this past week.
It was very unlikely you'd even speak to him, seeing how busy he was. Your duty, after all, was just to be one of the many members of his team, taking care of any logistics as you went around with him, but not taking away from his time by socializing with him.
Upon entering the room, he was the first thing you noticed. Ignoring every other person working the room, your eyes focused specifically on him. It was hard not to, since he was quite literally standing under the spotlight, modeling for a camera. But it was more than that. He had an aura that filled up the room. Putting aside every stylist and photographer in the room, every staff member and intern, he was truly the epitome of main character.
Fuck. Was this going to cause trouble?
Admittedly, you had found him attractive all previous times you'd come across the name Jeon Jungkook whilst working in this industry, but that attraction did not go further than seeing it as an objective fact. You had never had any interest in artists outside of for work-related reasons, so you only knew him by name. Yet now, seeing him in person, it was a while other story.
It wasn't until the director gave Jungkook the green light to take a break that you first made eye contact with the boy. It appeared as if he had also noticed you immediately upon your entrance, as his eyes had gone straight from the camera onto yours. Or maybe that was just wishful thinking on your part.
To your absolute surprise, his eyes stayed on you, lighting up when he realized you were staring back at him. Even more surprisingly, that's when he began walking towards you, a bright smile on his face as he approached you.
"Hey! You must be Y/N! It's really nice to meet you," he bowed at you when he reached you, bunny teeth still sticking out in a smile.
"Oh, I- Thank you! It's nice to meet you too, Jungkook," you managed to get out, bowing awkwardly. You were surprised at him even knowing your name. Was he on a first name basis with his staff? That was crazy to imagine considering how many people he must work with on a daily basis.
"Today's your first day, right?"
"Yeah, hah, is it that obvious?", for some reason you were at a loss of words, not having expected to even speak to Jungkook at all today.
His eyes widened as his head shook in negation, almost as if he believed to have genuinely insulted you by assuming it was your first day.
"Not at all! I know it might look kind of hectic, but I swear you get used to it pretty quick," he assured, giving a quick once-over to his surroundings.
Your eyes left him in favor of eyeing the room, noticing how everyone continued to work on separate tasks as Jungkook spoke to you. Too many tasks were being performed all at once, yet there was some sort of synergy to it all. It seemed far too fast paced for you, but Jungkook seemed to get the rhythm of it all by now.
"Has anyone given you a tour yet?" he asked, making your eyes go back to him.
"Oh, no. But it's fine. I only got lost a few times on the way here. I'll get used to it," you reassured. You had been given an overall overview of the premises, but you were yet to explore the entirety of the place. It was likely unnecessary, considering the size of the building.
Jungkook's eyes widened once again. Jesus, his eyes were gigantic. He seemed shocked at no one having taken the time to show you around.
"What? No tour?? I can't have that. I'll have to take you in one after this."
"What- No! It's fine, Jungkook. I'm sure you have more pressing things to get to. I mean, I have your schedule, I know you have a packed day. I'll just-"
"None of that. I have more control over my schedule than it might seem," he chuckled, "so you don't have to worry about that. It'll be a nice way for us to get to know each other."
The following five minutes or so were taken up by your consistent, yet polite, refusal to his offer, not wanting the talent himself to feel like he had to work his schedule around you. These refusals were met by even more insistence. He was overly charismatic and likable (on top of extremely cute), so it was a lost battle from the start. There was no way you could deny him in the end.
His break ended soon after, forcing his conversation with you to be interrupted. With an exaggerated groan and a lighthearted eye roll, the boy went back to posing, sending you a friendly wink when he was finally back in action in front of the camera.
As a true professional, he got back in the zone very quickly, taking on the form of a model as he followed the director's directions to a T. You continued watching him from afar, easily getting entranced by how good he was at his job. Being too distracted by him (as he kept sneaking glances towards you), you almost forgot to make the rounds around the room and introduce yourself to his other staff.
After about twenty minutes or so of conversing with his other staff (who all had nothing but positive things to say about the boy), things began to quiet down. The director announced that he had everything he needed and things began to get packed up as people left one by one. As everyone left, Jungkook made sure to express his gratitude to each team involved, even personally bidding goodbye to some staff he seemed a bit more familiar with. By the end of it, only a few people were left as Jungkook finally approached you.
Once again, the boyish smile was on his face, almost as if he specifically excited to talk to you. But that was just wishful thinking.
"So, about that tour?"
"You really don't have to-"
"Are we really gonna go over this again?", he groaned humorously, "Please let me show you around. It's the least I can do if I'm gonna make you attend all my schedules," he insisted once more.
"Fine, okay. You wore me down, Jungkook."
With a kiddish yet sarcastic fist bump to the sky in victory, Jungkook gestured for you to follow him and began leading the way out of the room, ready to show you the building.
~
"So, how are you liking Hybe?", he asked after a while of walking around the endless building.
Jungkook was a great guide. He was extremely talkative, so no question was left unanswered. Even before you were able to inquire about certain part of the building, he was already giving you a response, even being able to start a brand new subject of conversation every time.
"Well, it's kinda my first day. But it's nice. Just, uh, maybe a little intimidating," you admitted, walking side by side with the boy.
"Intimidating? Is it cause of me?", he tilted his head to the side with curiosity.
"Maybe," you winced, hoping he didn't take it to heart. You knew it must've been annoying for people to put him in a pedestal, but it was kind of hard not to, especially upon barely meeting him.
"It's okay. I'm not as intimidating as my fame may make me seem. Most people think I'm pretty nice, actually-"
"No, it's not like that! I know you're nice, I, uh, I looked you up before accepting the job. It's just," you paused to gesture at your surroundings, "I've never worked at such a huge company, managing one of the biggest artists in the country. I ... I don't wanna mess it up," you admitted.
He slowed down his walking at this, turning to face you better as both your movements lessened in speed.
"You won't trust me. I, uh, I actually chose you specifically. You know, to be my manager."
That took you by surprise.
Jungkook knew who you were? He picked you? It's not like you had anything to your name, just a few managing gigs here and there, along with endless internships from your school years. Why would he have picked you from what you assumed must've been a pool of tenured professionals at this?
"What do you mean you picked me? Did you-"
He shrugged, the speed of his steps still slow as he focused more on conversing with you, tour of the company fully put aside.
"They asked me for my input, since, you know, we're gonna be spending a lot of time together. I saw you on the list. You were my age and your cover letter made you sound so sincere and excited," he explained, "You were also pretty cute ...", he muttered in a cough before continuing, "I just wanted someone I could be friends with. And I think I made the right choice."
You chuckled, "Yeah? How can you be so sure?"
"I can tell that you like me," he grinned, "We're gonna be besties in no time."
His hand bumped yours as he said this, lightheartedly making contact with you. It was hard to gauge whether he was just overly charismatic or if he had been genuinely hitting on you all this time. All you knew was that if he kept it up, you'd probably end up actually falling for him.
Humoring him, you absentmindedly bumped your hand into his own too, rolling your eyes jokingly as he grinned even bigger at you.
Yeah, you were going to get close in no tome.
It had been two months. Two months since you started your job. Two months since you met Jungkook. Two months since you'd been right â you did fall for Jungkook.
It wasn't as dramatic as it sounded. You were pretty sure this was just an innocent crush. One that most people in Jungkook's vicinity probably had to battle on a day to day basis.
Innocent civilians could not be blamed for the natural effect Jeon Jungkook just had on people. He was handsome, funny, charming, and he was also a flirt. Unfortunately for you, it seemed like he reserved that last trait for you and you only.
Through the weeks, Jungkook was not shy to show his special interest in you. He'd seek you out constantly, always making you stick to his side â which was your job, but still! There was always a sense of something more behind his actions. As he had said, you two became friends quickly, but just as quickly, you had become one of the closest people to him within his staff.
He'd make conversation with you, constantly migrating to your side the moment he got a short break from whichever schedule you were currently at. He'd go as far as interrupting your work just for some of your attention. In short, he was driving you insane.
Walking far too close to you in the hallways, he'd question "Where to next?", with a smile, walking side by side with you while putting his entire attention on you.
And now, you were currently overseas with Jungkook, accompanying him for some solo recordings while the rest of his members worked on their own stuff. It was a small team of people, which was quite unusual for a member of the biggest group in the world. Since it was an unofficial schedule that only Jungkook would be attending to, only the closest members of his team were really necessary. This meant you and a few others.
The situation had started off pretty much okay. One of the requirements for your position had been to become a translator for Jungkook in any situation he ever needed. That had been unnecessary so far, as you had been in Jungkook's home country these past few weeks of work. Now that you were in America, however, Jungkook sought you out even more, claiming you must attend to every outing with him in order to help him in case he needed a better understanding.
You didn't know Jungkook too well yet, but, you were aware that after so many years in the industry, he knew enough English to get by. This was simply yet another excuse of his to keep you close. When you lightheartedly confronted him about this, his response was to stare down at you with his gigantic doe eyes and pretend as if he had no idea what you were talking about.
"English? What's that?" his head had tilted to the side, cutely feigning confusion and giggling when you broke out into an annoyed smile.
On top of joining him any time he went out for leisure (under the false vice of translating), he had also insisted you accompany him to the occasional dance practice he'd attend while in America. Your presence in this instance was completely unnecessary, but you still did not question it. Nor did you question why you were the only person he insisted on bringing along. His other managers? Nowhere to be found. As time passed by in Los Angeles, less and less people would accompany you and Jungkook on his outings â whether they be for leisure or work. It had now fallen down to Jungkook, his bodyguard, and you.
"C'mon, don't you want to see me dance? I'll buy you a meal afterwards, pinky promise," he'd hold his pinky up to you with a boyish smile, knowing you wouldn't deny him.
Anytime Jungkook would discreetly hit on you or fluster you with his attention, you'd simply laugh it off or play into it just the right amount. It wasn't like you didn't enjoy it. His decided infatuation with you gave you butterflies that had you kicking your blanket late at night when you'd think back to how much he must've liked you.
You were entirely aware that he knew you liked him back also. You never said it, nor did you ever return his flirting, but you knew that he knew. Any rebuttals or instances in which you told him to chill (jokingly, of course) were just covers you'd put up. The nerves about actually acknowledging his feelings always stopped you in your tracks, leaving you the lone option of just giggling along to him or rolling your eyes (depending how cheesy he was being).
Jungkook loved your back and forth, you could tell. He enjoyed when you'd jokingly tell him off for his sickly flirtatious demeanor or when you'd simply banter with him. It was likely just a motivator for him to keep going, naturally knocking down your walls one by one as time passed.
The camel's back had broken one week after your arrival in LA, when Jungkook finally decided to take things further, now inviting you over to his hotel room after what were assumed to be work hours. The excuse? He wanted to go over next week's schedule. Both you and him were fully aware he simply wanted to hang out, but the lines were beginning to blur.
"Hey," he welcomed you with a smile when you came knocking on his door, leaning against the frame before gesturing at you to come in.
"Hi, Kook," you walked in, unsure of what to do after making it past his door.
"You can take a seat while I get us some drinks," he gestured to the hotel room couch and walked over to the mini fridge in the living room.
"Drinks? Thought we were debriefing next week's schedule?", you asked with a teasing tone, reclining back into the couch.
"Oh, yeah, the schedule, for sure," he responded in a completely unserious manner.
Approaching you again with drinks in hand, he sat on the same couch as you, leaving a small distance between the two of you to create a more casual environment.
Handing you your drink, he chuckled before even being able to speak.
"Have I been obvious enough or should I try harder?", he asked, sipping his beer.
"Jungkook ..."
"C'mon, it's been a few months. You already know I like you, right? You have to know by now. Are you really not gonna reciprocate at all?", he pouted, "I know you like me back."
"What makes you so confident?"
"You haven't once told me to fuck off," he grinned, leaning back against the couch in complete relaxation.
"I can't do that, I work for you," you rebutted.
"Hah! Please, I know that wouldn't stop you. You might've been a little shy when we first met, but I know by now you would've told me to get fucked if you weren't interested."
He had a point. There had been a few instances in which you did, quite literally, tell him to get fucked. It was always in jest, of course, but you knew that if you ever turned down his flirting, he'd tone it down without question.
Of course you never wanted his flirting to stop. You had found a new source of energy within yourself any time Jungkook would shamelessly shower you with attention. Despite being discrete about it, never being direct with his flirting, he still gave you the same undivided attention any boy with a crush would. It made you feel giddy and wanted. Yet it also made you worry for what may come of acknowledging his interest further than you already had.
You laughed along with him and entertained his banter for a while, following along with his flirting as the two of you drank with one another, eventually arriving to a tipsy state. He drank like a sailor while you only nursed a few drinks, yet somehow reaching a similar level of drunk.
"Are you ever gonna answer my question? I already know the answer, I just want to hear it from you," his original question in regard to your feelings did not circle back until now, catching you off guard yet again.
"Jungkook ..."
He scoot closer to you, "Come on, it's just us. You know what they say â acceptance is the first step."
"If you already know I like you, why do you keep asking?", you groaned, taking yet another swing of your third drink of the night.
"Aha! You do like me," he pointed at you as if he had made the grand discovery.
"Jungkook!"
Raising his hands, he relented, "Sorry, sorry. I'm just excited to hear it. Can you blame me? I've been trying to get you to flirt back for months."
"I don't have the same liberties as you, I'm your subordinate, it'd be inappro-"
"Inappropriate? Not any more inappropriate than me hitting on you every day since we met."
"Inappropriate, exactly," you scoot further away, "which is why you should stop."
He scoot closer again, this time even more so.
"I like you, you like me. Why should either of us stop?"
"I work for you. Yeah, you can flirt with me, but-"
"But what? Come on, don't reject me before I've even asked you out. At least let me have that much," he insisted, knowing he was wearing your false rejection down.
You sighed, twisting your body so you'd now be facing him fully on the couch, "Okay, fine. Go ahead."
He twisted too, now fully facing you. He took a deep breath and put down his drink, "Let me take you on a date? Please?", he pleaded with a shy smile.
"Can I say no?"
"I mean, you can, but I'll just keep insisting," he giggled, making you groan exaggeratedly.
With a fake sigh of defeat, you accepted, "Fine. You can take me out. But if you're as annoying as you were today, then I don't think it's going to work out."
"Yah! I'll be the perfect gentleman. Just you wait."
After a few more drinks, Jungkook insisted on walking you back to your room, â despite the fact that it was just next door â sheepishly asking if he could kiss your cheek goodnight, to which you responded with a kiss on his cheek of your own and a hug goodbye. Through your peephole you could see a very adorable Jungkook scrunch up his nose and smile to himself in contentment at the night's outcome.
Going to sleep with this insane sense of giddiness had been almost impossible. Your mind kept going back to the pretty boy who had insisted yet and yet again for the chance to simply go out with you. The back and forth this past few months had wore you down immensely, and last night had just thoroughly hammered you in.
You weren't entirely sure of the logistics of the date just yet. How were you to go out with Jungkook when he was so insanely popular? People were already aware of his current stay in Los Angeles, as he had been spotted a few times. They were also aware of your presence, though people already knew of your role and had grown accustomed to seeing you with Jungkook without questioning it.
Going to any usual dating spot with him alone would still prove catastrophic, however. Even if people knew you were nothing more than a manager, a one-on-one outing at a place usually meant for couples would be an instant giveaway, so it was entirely out of the question.
Surely the hopeless romantic that was Jungkook already had something planned, so you likely didn't have to worry your head over it. For now, you could simply wait for Jungkook's next unpredictable act of affection towards you with a racing heart.
~
The following day, you found yourself waking up earlier than usual, having been awoken by incessant knocking on your door that you had not expected. It was 9AM, so not too early, but today was meant to be a day off for everyone on Jungkook's team, including him. It was obvious to you who could be the culprit behind the knocking, but it didn't make it any less strange, especially considering Jungkook never had a tendency of waking up early unless it was for work.
Marching to your door in annoyance, you swung it open without any need to check who was on the other side, knowing you'd encounter the same doe-eyed boy you had kissed goodnight just a few hours ago.
"Jungkook, what the hell are you doing here so early?", were the first words out of your mouth.
He was already fully dressed, donning his usual black attire and carrying two drinks from what you knew was a local coffee shop â with one of them being your drink of choice, because of course Jungkook would have it memorized.
He grinned at you, placing your drink on your hand and smiling even harder when you sipped it.
"Just wanted to make sure you hadn't changed your mind about the date," he wasn't actually here for that reason, obviously, but it was still cute of him to use it as an excuse.
"And if I have?"
"Don't say that, I'll cry."
You laughed, leaning against your door as you sipped your drink once more, "So, have you decided what we're doing?"
He shook his head, "Nope, can't tell you. That's top secret. All you can know is that you should be ready tonight at 7 sharp and to wear something nice but comfortable," he blushed a little before continuing, "maybe that pretty sundress you wore the other day?", his eyes left you to shyly look at his shoes for a moment.
Fuck, he was far too cute.
You pretended to ponder for a bit before agreeing, "Okay. I think I can manage that."
Letting out a tiny little "yes!", he looked to you again, noticing your pajamas, "I'll let you sleep in since I kinda kept you up all night, but I'll be back, okay? You can keep your expectations as high as you want, I'll meet them all," he said confidently.
"Oh? Okay, let's see if you can swoon me then," you accepted the challenge before receiving a shy yet short hug goodbye and heading back into your room, aware you'd be unable to go back to sleep with all the anticipation you felt for your date.
Things had already changed drastically between you and Jungkook and it had only been a few hours since his official confession about his crush (along with your reciprocation). He was touchier and more open with his affections, even becoming a little sheepish now in contrast to how bold he used to be. Now that the cards were all on the table, it was harder to even look at each other without blushing. It felt like a giddy high school crush, and you were already enjoying it far too much.
~
"Fuck, you look gorgeous," Jungkook breathed out the second you opened your door, "Sorry, was that too much?," he chuckled sheepishly afterwards.
Ignoring the blush threatening your cheeks, you shook your head and smiled, "Thank you, Kook. You look ... you look really handsome," you went on a whim and placed your hands on his jacket, enjoying his own shy smile at your compliment.
You made small talk as you walked down to take Jungkook's private car, sitting side by side in the back as the driver took off.
"So, where are you taking me?", you asked again.
He tsk'd, "No patience in that head of yours, huh? Relax. It's private and comfortable. You'll have fun, I promise. Just let me surprise you."
"Fine," you sighed in feigned annoyance, leaning back into your seat. Jungkook followed and leaned back also, face turned to stare at you.
"Would it be too forward to say I already want to take you home?", he asked.
"Stop," you groaned, "Don't say that, you already wore me down into going on a date, give me time to breathe."
"Are you saying I could wear you down into letting me take you home?", he smiled.
"Anyways," you rolled your eyes, making him chuckle.
The rest of the ride was filled by your usual banter, making the date entirely too casual thus far. It felt like a regular outing with a friend, plus the added butterflies you felt any time his eyes would scrunch up whenever you made him laugh. How handsome he looked also did not help matters. He had changed out of the casual clothes he had on this morning, opting for a casual yet elegant look that consisted of his usual chunky boots and a black blazer. It was very much a usual look for him but he somehow looked extra good tonight.
Fastforward to the date itself and you found yourself in what was supposed to be a private restaurant A-listers in LA would frequent. It allowed for the utmost privacy and served the most famous of people. The atmosphere of the place was casual enough for you to be able to sit yourselves, but it was still packed with security and high-end waiters making the rounds. Being there as a mere manager felt almost illegal.
Jungkook held your hand as he guided you to a secluded booth in the back, opting to sit next to you rather than across you, something you found really cute of him.
"Do you like it?", he asked after a few moments of sitting.
You nodded, "Do I even wanna know how much this place costs?", you asked as you took in your surroundings.
"Yeah, no," he laughed, "Don't think about that. It's all on me. You being here is more than enough," he reassured, reaching over to take your menu before you could get to it, "I'll cover the prices, okay? I want you to order anything you want."
Cute, handsome, funny, into you, and also such a gentleman? You were not to survive even the first date.
"Order for me?", you suggested, knowing he was a foodie at heart and would likely order the perfect meal for you.
And he did. Unsurprisingly to everyone, he picked the perfect meal and side dishes and drinks and even desserts. The meal was amazing and completely relaxed. The conversation was never-ending, allowing for no awkward lulls or forced small talk. Jungkook had been right all those months ago, you did become very good friends. It made you wonder if he had liked you from all the way back then.
"What are you looking for in a relationship?", asked Jungkook after a few drinks, already cozied up with you in the booth.
"That's very forward for only two bottles of soju," you joked.
"C'mon, you can tell me. I won't tell," he whispered childishly, leaning closer to you with genuine interest in his eyes.
You straightened up before responding, "I guess I want something serious. No hookups or anything like that, just ... just someone nice to spend my time with."
"Hey, that's kind of what I am already, huh? I'm nice and we spend most of our time together."
You chuckled, taking a swing of your drink before returning the question, "What about you? What are you looking for in a relationship?"
"You," he deadpanned, giving you a dopey smile.
You couldn't help giggle at that, scrunching up your face at how much of a flirt he was.
He grabbed onto your chin and made you look at him, completely halting your laugher, "I'm serious," he started, "I've been wanting to ask you out since forever, but I knew I'd be putting you in an awkward position with your job. But I don't care about that anymore. I know you like me, and I like you â so fucking bad. Give it a chance? Please?", he pleaded as he stared down at you, eyes fleeting to your lips for one quick moment.
Your breath caught in your throat, making you freeze and gulp before being able to respond to the confession you'd been expecting, yet were not prepared for.
"Jungkook ... Take me home?"
"F-fuck," he groaned, "do you know how long I waited to have you?", his mouth trailed down your neck, leaving wet kisses in his wake, "thought about this every day ... How pretty you'd look pressed up against me ... So fucking pretty," he panted.
Jungkook had dragged you off the booth the moment you suggested for a change of scenery, directing the driver to get the two of you to the hotel as soon as possible. Once at the hotel, Jungkook rushed you to your floor, having already had to hold back during the entirety of the drive back. Even in the elevator, your usually lighthearted Jungkook was missing and replaced by an agitated version of him.
The first thing he did upon unlocking the door to his room as push you against it, closing it back up in the process and liberally letting his lips trail down your neck.
"Kook ..."
"Have I ever told you how much I love the way you say my name? God, just everything about you," he trailed his way back up, hands still on your waist and fingers digging into your skin.
His lips leaned down into yours, almost kissing you but not yet, "I know it's kinda late to ask, but can I kiss you?", he whispered.
Your nod was nothing short of desperate, lips almost chasing his won before he finally connected them to yours.
His kiss was as soft as his hold on your waist, and the sigh he let out against your lips was only a ghost of the passion he felt for you. His lips guided your own, with his tongue licking your mouth open and invading it in a sensual entanglement between your tongues.
It was hard to think clearly with the pretty moans he let out against your lips, almost as if you were gifting him the utmost pleasure with the mere touch of your lips. Hands became braver and breaths became heavier, leading to a mess of ruffling clothes and gasps filling up the silence of the room. You melded into each other, refusing to let your lips separate nor prevent your hands from exploring one another. His hands made it under the skirt of your dress, liberal in the way he felt up your add and pressed you up against him. In the meantime your hands threw off his blazer and began unbuttoning his shirt, feeling up his strong chest in the process.
"Let me take you to my room? Fuck, I- I can't think. Just wanna have you so fucking bad," he mumbled into your lips, groaning when you refused to stop kissing him as he spoke.
You nodded, not trusting your voice and allowing him to guide you to his room by the hand.
Once in his room, he laid you down softly, letting you sit up as he took off his remaining clothes, eyes encouraging you to do the same. His eyes widened when he realized what you'd been wearing under the dress he'd requested, clearly caught off guard by the pretty set you had chosen for him.
It wasn't all that, simply a matching lacy bra and panties that you'd packed before coming to LA. Clearly Jungkook didn't care about the quality of the set, or at least that's the impression his eyes gave you as they stayed glued to your chest, halting his movements as he took his shoes off.
"Oh ...", he breathed before making his way to you on the bed, "For me?", he asked as his hand went down to lightly run his fingers across the strap.
"Mhm," you nodded, getting up from the bed and putting your hand on his shoulders, eyeing up his toned chest and tracing his tattoos, "Do you like it?", you looked up and made eyes at him.
"Fuck, don't do that. You can't look like that and then look at me like that and think I won't fucking burst," he groaned, wrapping his arms around your waist once again, "Can I touch you, pretty? Hmm?"
Nodding again, you led his hands to your breasts, letting out a breath when his hands began feeling you up, going from your breasts to your hips to your ass while his mouth made its way back to yours. He freely moaned into your mouth at the feeling of your body under his hands, walking you back onto the bed and lying you down once more.
His hands were hesitant in reaching the clasp of your bra, to which you responded by humming a soft 'please' into his lips. The removal of your bra caused him to pull away for you as his eyes got a fill of you, groaning yet again at the sight. His hands went to your breasts again, feeling them up as his lips trailed down to your tits. Jungkook's groans of pleasure at the feeling of your bare skin against his lips were never-ending. You fed into it, arching against his lips and running your hands through his hair. It wasn't like he needed any encouragement; his eyes told you of every bit of lust he felt.
"I want you so fucking bad," he murmured against your tits, "I can't even think ... Just want you so bad. Haven't been able to stop thinking about you for months," his lips suckled at your nipple once more before reaching your ear, breathing heavily against it, "Tell me I can fuck you, please. Just need- need you so fucking bad."
Pulling him to your lips by the his hair, you moaned your desire for him into his mouth, pleading at him to get on with it.
"Fuck me. How do you want me? I'll- Fuck, just-"
"I know, pretty. I'll take care of it, okay? Just ... Want you just like this. Wanna see you while I fuck you, okay? Let me-", his hands reached to your panties, seemingly meaning to finger you before you stopped him.
"No, Jungkook, just fuck me. Please? I'm wet enough, I swear. Just need you. Now," you pleaded at him.
He shook his head, tutting at you, "Baby, at least let me eat you out? Gotta stretch you out a little. Swear I wanna fuck you so fucking bad, but shit ... Need to taste you," he rambled before getting on his knees, pulling your legs apart and towards the edge of the bed.
"Fuck ... Always wanted to kiss up these thighs," he breathed as he ran his nose up and down the sensitive skin, leaving a few airy kisses along the length of them, "So soft and pretty."
Slowly yet sensually, he made his way to your cunt, pressing his nose against your panty-covered pussy and taking a deep breath, shamelessly capturing your essence. Ignoring your scandalous whine, he pushed your panties aside and stuck his tongue inside, groaning at the taste of you.
"Baby ... Fuck, how am I ever gonna function without this pretty pussy ever again?", he murmured into you, tongue digging deep inside you as he took turns sucking and licking at you. His nose made an appearance eventually, rubbing deliciously against your clit while your hands pulled at his hair, pushing your hips up against his face.
"Yes, fuck, keep grinding on my face, baby. Use me," he pleaded, almost crying into your cunt.
Jungkook was already an expert in your pleasure, damning everything else in favor of optimizing your pleasure in every way. He let you pull at his hair and grind on his face, somehow never running out of breath as he ate you out with a desperation that had your nails digging far too harshly into his hair â something that had him moaning against you.
Once finished, he licked up every drop of your essence, humming in pleasure at the taste and even coming up to let you suck on his tongue, sharing your own honey with you.
"Kook ... Fuck me. God, I need- need you so bad. Please," you pleaded into his mouth despite not pulling away from his kiss.
"Fuck, okay, yeah. I- I'll fuck you," he finally pulled away and pulled down his boxers, reaching over to his pants on the floor to get a condom from his wallet.
"Oh? You were ready for this?" you grinned at him mockingly.
"Baby," he whined, letting his head fall to your chest in bashfulness, "Don't do this right now. Just let me make you feel good. You can make fun of me all you want after."
"Okay, Kookie. Now, hurry up!", you reached down to his ass, squeezing it jokingly as he let out a scandalized noise and lightly nibbled at your tit in retaliation.
Finally, he put on the condom as you slipped off your panties all the way and throwing them off. He was soft yet shy in his movements as he teased your slit with his cock, playing with the wetness and groaning at the warmth wrapping around the head of his cock. He checked in on you constantly throughout, kissing at your cheek every so often as he bottomed out.
"Feels so good, pretty. Fuck ... gorgeous girl. Knew you were made for me," he groaned, wrapping his arms around you and bringing you closer as he began to thrust.
His words of encouragement didn't end there, letting out every emotion he felt towards you all while you whined his name and raked your nails down his back.
"Always wanted you ... You have no idea how much I like you,"
"Sweetest girl, and all for me ... Oh, fuck- feel so good wrapped around me,"
"You take it so good ... Feel so fucking good and look so fucking pretty. How could I ever resist you?"
"Need you so bad, fuck. Need you every day,"
His praise was never ending, rendering you a mess both physically and emotionally as your feelings for him burst in the form of cries of his name and mumbled reciprocations of his feelings.
"I need you to cum with me, gorgeous. Okay? Let me just- Yeah, right there, huh? That's the spot?", he murmured almost to himself as he lifted you by the legs and began hammering his hips against that one spot deep inside you that had your eyes rolling back. One of his hands eventually joined the mix, thumbing at your clit slowly yet harshly enough to make you gasp at the intensity of the sensation.
"Gonna cum, Kook. Cum with me? P-please?," you cried out for him.
"I'm right there, baby. Just cum with me. Like you so fucking much," he couldn't help but let out yet another expression of his feelings as his orgasm took over him, taking you right along with him.
"Like you t-too. S-so much!", you cried before practically blacking out.
Hips continued to grind against each other as your highs hit you, creating a symphony of skin slapping desperately and high-pitched whines coming from the two of you.
Jungkook almost fell limp against you when his high finally wore down, breathing heavily into your chest before rolling to your side, holding your trembling form against him.
"Was that a good first date?", he asked after catching his breath.
You laughed at the complete change of subject, "Maybe. I'm still expecting you to outdo it for the second one," you turned your body to his own, nuzzling against his chest.
You could feel the vibration of his chest as he chuckled a response, "Oh? I earned a second one?"
"Shut up before I change my mind."
"Yes, ma'am."
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"Kook! Stop being so touchy!," you whined when you finally found yourself alone with him.
He ignored you at first, opting to wrap his arms around you and nuzzle his head into your hair with a satisfied hum.
"But why, baby?", he huffed.
He thought he was so cute when he played dumb.
"No one in the staff can know we're dating. It's like you want me to lose my job," you groaned, reciprocating his gesture against your better judgment.
"Baby, I'm your boss, and I have no plans of firing you, so what's the problem?", he ran his nose up and down your neck, breathing you in softly.
"Still. Sleeping with my boss just gives off a bad image."
"Everyone already knows I have a crush on you anyway, what's the harm?", he whined.
"Kookie ...", you groaned.
"Hmm, love when you call me that, baby," he giggled against you, waddling from one side to the other as he walked you over to the wall, pressing you up against it in a surprisingly innocent manner.
After yet another 'subtle' public display of affection he had decided to engage in whilst recording for a new brand deal, you had dragged Jungkook over to an empty dressing room during a break, deciding to put a stop to his behavior before it went too far.
You had only been dating for a few months by now, becoming exclusive almost immediately after that first date. However, despite the exclusivity and the age of your relationship, you had demanded that Jungkook keep it under wraps when it came to work. The only people aware of your relationship could be counted on one hand (maybe two), including his members, family, a few close friends and your own loved ones. Other than that, not even the company was privy to your new relationship.
Unfortunately for you, it seemed like your boyfriend was on a mission to let everyone know about your relationship, always sending you suggestive looks or sticking to you in a manner usually reserved for couples.
Most people in Jungkook's team already knew of his touchy demeanor (and of his very obvious flirtatious tendencies when it came to you), but you knew that you'd be in trouble if you ever reciprocated. Having such a cute boy blatantly show interest in you proved hard, as you had to control yourself in front of everyone else any time he decided to cause trouble for you.
"C'mon, baby. We're alone now. There's no one to see what I wanna do to you," he smirked into your neck, beginning to trail kisses along its length.
His grabby hands stayed on your hips, occasionally sliding up your waist and under your shirt to feel the warmth of your back. Not-so-innocent touches were beginning to arise, making you conflicted since you were technically still in your company's premises at the moment.
Pressing your hands into his chest, you made a lame and effortless attempt at pushing him away, your heart not truly in it as you allowed him to keep his hands on you, "Kook, we're still at work!"
"We're practically done! I did my part, it's just the guys who need to get their shoots done. I could literally disappear right now and no one would notice. It's okay, baby," he reassured, wrapping your hands around his waist and pulling you even closer, lips beginning to ghost your own.
"Kook ..."
"Shhh, just let me kiss you. Been holding back on kissing you all day," and those were his last words before occupying his lips with your own.
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HOW TO NOT SURVIVE HIGHSCHOOL
LYING to his friends about having a girlfriend was definitely not on his âhow to survive highschoolâ list and now, he has to convince his biggest rival that will surely laugh at his face, to fake date him.
PAIRING. rugby player+rival!sunghoon X rival-fem!reader (mentions of the rest of enha, aespaâs karina and boynextdoor taesan)
GENRE. childhood enemies to fake dating to lovers, angst, comedy, fluff and idk what more.
WARNINGS. young sunghoonâs a bitch, so is young y/n, also older sunghoonâs a bitch and so is y/n, manipulating here and there, misunderstandings, miscommunications, definitely curse words (seventh graders already know how to curse here!) , horrible humor, ik its weird but all of the mentioned idols here are the same age! (lmk if i missed something pls!)
WORD-COUNT. 10.4k+
NOTE. ok fine! bully me for not knowing how to make a pretty cover, its the story that matters though, right? anyways besties i really dunno when will be my next update so please be patient!! i miss writing and being here 24/7 honestly but its just been really hard for me.
âi need you to fake date meâ
ânoâ
âplease?â
âare you seriously begging right now?â
âyes?â
âthatâs fun, get on your knees and beg moreâ
âare you nuts? iâll never do thatâ
âfine then, pay me for thatâ
âhow much?â
âtwoâ
âdollars?â
âbillionsâ
if thereâs one thing sunghoon can say about himself is that heâs quite an organized person, therefore he made a list for highschool.
a list that will help him survive his last years in highschool and will help him stay sane at the same time.
he called his list âhow to survive highschoolâ, creative, right?
heâs been following his list and so far managed to survive just perfectly.
staying in rugby team with his friends? check!
âsunghoon! catch!â he heard a voice calling him and saw a ball coming right at him, he caught the ball and ran with it, then passing the ball to riki, his friend and teammate who scored the game and ended it with a win.
âthat was a good one! take a break and return in thirty minutes!â the rugby teamâs coach clapped and sent the players off for break.
âhey! i got your exam grades here! come collect them!â jungwon, one of sunghoonâs friends waved the exams to show the players he got the them in his hands.
sunghoon went up to jungwon and took his own.
get high grades? check!
âi got A+ again!â he looked at the grade and excitedly smiled.
âugh, youâre making me sick being the nerdy rugby playerâ jay, another friends of his rolled his eyes.
âyouâre just jealous my grades are higher than your chances with your crushâ sunghoon joked.
âoh youââ âenough! no fighting on break timeâ heeseung cut jay in the middle of his sentence.
âletâs just get something to snack, itâs lunch time anywayâ sunoo suggested and they all nodded.
âyou guys ready?â riki asked before they entered the hallway.
get popular enough so students will freak out when they see you? check!
âsunghoon! i got you this chocolate snack! please accept this and enjoy itâ a one random student handed him the chocolate snack.
before he could take it, jake snatched it and smiled, âiâll take that, thank youâ and left the girl and sunghoon speechless.
âdude what the fuck?â he asked his friend.
âit could be poisoned for all you careâ jake shrugged but proceeded to take a bite from the snack as they kept walking.
âletâs just sit right there!â jungwon pointed at one lunch table as they entered the cafeteria.
âreally? right in front of where y/n is sitting?â sunoo whispered in his ear.
âsure, letâs do thatâ sunghoon replied and started walking towards the table.
âum, iâll go grab the snacksâ riki said and ran to get the snacks.
âdid he just-â âoh, itâs going to be interestingâ jake smirked and watched sunghoon as he walked really closer to you, who was sitting with your back towards him.
âso, what are your plans for the weekend?â your friend karina asked as she took a bite of your food.
âoh i donât really know, probably chilling at home andââ you were cut off middle sentence by someone bumping into you, causing you to spill some of your food on your uniform.
âwhat the fuck?â you turned around and saw the person behind it, âshouldâve known it was you, parkâ
get yourself a rival so itâll be more fun and interestingâŚ.? check!
âsorry, couldnât see you thereâ he smirked.
âjust go awayâ you rolled your eyes at him and turned to your friend who looked awkward as hell.
âsureâ he started to walk but bumped into you again, causing you to spill more food on your clothes.
âoops! that happened againâ he chuckled and continued to walk to the table.
âthatâs itâ that was your last straw.
you got up and took your water bottle, ây/n dontââ your friend tried to stop you but it was too late already.
as you got closer to sunghoon, you poured all your water on him.
âwhat theââ âsorry!! i slipped over and spilled some on you!!â you replied with a smirk and stormed off.
his friends who were watching the whole thing from afar, walked closer to now drenched sunghoon and started laughing.
âdamn, that was fun. do it again!â jay cheered.
âhere sunghoon i got you a towel!â a student walked up to him and handed him a towel to dry himself.
âthank you, iâll take itâ sunoo said and took the towel.
sunghoon glared at him, âwhat? youâre already used to being drenched by sweat, itâs the same thing, no?â
âi hate himâ you rolled your eyes.
âsay, whatâs the deal with you and sunghoon? you never really told me and i just assumed he annoys you because heâs a nerdy rugby player,â she chuckled, âbut it seems more than thatâ
âpark sunghoon has been on my ass ever since seventh gradeâ you sighed.
âwhy? what happened on seventh grade?â she asked, leaving everything she was busy on behind and crossing her hands to focus on you and you only.
before seventh grade you and sunghoon were best friends, hell, your parents couldâve sworn that one day youâll end up marrying each other.
you were stuck like a glue, always around each other and doing basically everything together, no one could tear you apart.
until, seventh grade happened.
you were the top student in class, you aced everything, from math to arts and received praises from all teachers. for the last few days of school, the teacher wanted you to show the whole school your arts project.
you drew your favorite view, which was your house garden, the teacher got so excited over the drawing and decided she wants you to show it to everyone else too.
a day before the last day of school, you were busy doing the last touches of your art, sunghoon was busy doing his usual, which was to annoy you.
âsunghoon stop! i need to focusâ you scoffed.
sunghoon shrugged, âbut iâm boredâ
âgo play around with others or somethingâ you sighed.
he shook his head, ânot when i can annoy you!â
he walked back and forth, even twirled around, until he became dizzy and accidentally pushed you over your drawing, making it look like a big mess over the canvas.
you let out a yelp and looked at it with teary eyes.
âiâŚ.iâm sorry!â he quickly said.
âget out!â you yelled without even looking at him.
âit can be fixed! just a few littleââ âi asked you to get out! you ruined my drawing! how will i be able to show it to everyone now?â at this point you started crying.
you didnât show your unfinished and ruined art in front of everyone, instead it was sunghoonâs drawing that was shown to everyone.
your teacher saw the ruined art and decided to change the plans by taking sunghoonâs project and showing it to everyone.
jealousy was eating you alive. it was supposed to be you up there on stage, showing the project to everyone and getting the compliments, you deserve that after working so hard.
it was sunghoonâs fault, all of it.
before you walked away with your parents, sunghoon called you a few times. at first you ignored his callings, but your parents, unbeknown to the whole story behind it, stopped your tracks and told you to go to sunghoon.
with heavy steps you walked closer to him, âwhat do you want?â you coldly asked.
âi wanted to apologizeâ he took a deep breath.
âgreat, you just didâ
âwaitââ
âweâre good now, i forgive youâ you lied. you just didnât feel like hearing his excuses and explanations.
âwow, really?â
âyeahâ no.
although you told sunghoon you forgive him, things became really awkward between the two of you.
summer vacation arrived and you did your best to ignore him, except the times where he left you no choice and just randomly showed up at your house.
eighth grade was cool between the two of you, but you still held strong feelings against him.
he tried his best to overcome the weird awkwardness between the two of you, youâre too important for him to let go. he was honestly so scared of entering highschool without you by his side.
the second half of eighth grade was the last straw between the two of you.
you started crushing over someone in your class, and started hanging out with him, slowly getting close to the guy.
sunghoon, who was carefully watching you from behind, didnât like your new crush, he seemed like bad news to him, getting close not only to you, but to other girls as well.
your parents, who were strict that time, warned you about dating a guy at such young age, and sunghoon had to do what he had to do.
âpark, what the fuck?â you came up to him and pushed him.
âwhat?â he asked surprised.
âwhy the fuck did you tell my parents about him?â you shout.
âoh,â he rolled his eyes, âso itâs about himâ
âof course itâs about him! you know about my long time crush on him!â
âheâs bad news y/nâ sunghoon tried to warn you.
âno, youâre bad news! i shouldâve known not to forgive you at allâ you scoffed and walked away.
ây/n, wait!â sunghoon called you but you were faster than the light and suddenly was nowhere to be found.
âuh ohâ jay, who was there to witness everything pat his friendâs back, âyou fucked upâ
âyeah, thanks jay i really needed thatâ sunghoon rolled his eyes.
âreally? going behind her back and telling her parents about some guy? you couldâve just talked with her about itâ jay snapped.
âitâs not that easyâ
âit sure isnât, and so will be your attempts to talk with herâ
jay was right, sunghoon tried everything to get to talk with you, followed you everywhere, sent you numerous texts and calls until you had to block his number, even showed up at your house a few times. nothing helped.
so sunghoon, being the cool teenager he is, decided to move on. he doesnât need you anymore anyways.
nineth grade came and so did a new student that sunghoon couldnât take his eyes off of.
slowly he tried his best to get closer to her and spending more time with her, he was so close to confess his feelings towards her.
âdid you do that on purpose?â she asked, nothing but hatred in her eyes as she looked at sunghoon.
âdo whatâŚ?â he asked confused.
âdid you tell the whole school about my family issues?â she raised her voice.
âwhat? no! i would neverââ
âforget it, youâre such a jerk!â she yelled and stormed out.
âwait!!â he called her and was about to run after her but his eyes caught a glimpse of a person smirking.
he clenched his jaw and moved closer to the figure, âwhat the fuck did you do?â he asked.
ânothing, i donât know what youâre talking aboutâ the person shrugged.
âdonât play dumb, y/n. i know you had something to do with itâ he rolled his eyes.
âstill donât know what youâre talking aboutâ you shrugged again, âmaybe someoneâs just taking a revenge on you, i don't knowâ you added and left with a smirk.
âi hate you choi y/n!â he shout. âitâs mutual park sunghoon!â
âoh now i get it! yes girl! give him the revenge he deserves to getâ karina cheered and you nodded.
âbut, donât you think he ruined your chances with your crush just because he was jealous?â she asked and you glared at her, âi mean, even your parents couldâve sworn youâd end up getting marriedâ
âeven if he was jealous, he shouldâve confronted me about itâ you replied and she nodded.
âyouâre rightâ she sighed, âbut what if he was, i donât know, scared?â
âare you seriously on his side now?â you asked in disbelief.
ânever!â she hugged you and you giggled.
âletâs get you cleaned up, i think i have an extra uniform in my lockerâ
âoh no, walking in school hallways like that is like just straight up asking to be bulliedâ
âi wonât let anyone bully you bae, letâs goâ
âby the way! all of you are invited to my brotherâs wedding, no single hoes are invited though, that includes you sunghoonâ heeseung chuckled,
âsweet! when is it?â jake asked.
âin a monthâ
âwhat? you cannot be serious!â sunghoon complained.
âsorry, your single ass will not be able to handle this weddingâ heeseung shrugged.
âeven riki has a partner before youâ sunoo laughed.
âguys just realized sunghoon is really the only one single hereâ jungwon added which made everyone laugh and make jokes about him.
âall of you can shut up because i actually do have a girlfriendâ
heeseung was obviously joking about sunghoon not being invited because heâs single, but he was not expecting to hear his friend confessing that he actually is seeing someone now.
sunghoon was also not expecting that big lie to come out of his mouth, but it was already too late.
âwhat?â jungwon spoke first after the silence that surrounded after his confession.
âi do have a girlfriendâ no sunghoon, you can still get away with it and say you were joking.
sunghoonâs list of surviving highschool has a lot of tasks still left untouched, but this one was definitely not, and was never written, as one of his tasks on his list.
lie to your friends about having a girlfriend? definitely not on the list, stop with the lies!!!
his friends looked at him in shock. riki dropped the spoon he was about to shove into his mouth, jake choked on his water and heeseung pat his back, jay almost fainted and jungwon and sunoo froze in their place.
âwhat?â sunghoon asked.
they all burst into laughter, âthat was a good one! i almost believed you!â riki wiped his tears that fell down because of the amount of laughter he let out.
âiâm serious!â sunghoon scoffed.
âyou? a girlfriend? sunghoon, i saw your âhow to survive highschoolâ list, you had a âno matter what, stay single until you finish highschool!â line!â jay chuckled.
âi can break one line its not a big deal, besides, sheâs definitely worth itâ sunghoon smiled.
heâs talking about no one, no one comes to his mind at the moment, but he still keeps on with his lie.
âwill we be able to see her before the wedding?â heeseung asked.
âa day before maybeâ sunghoon nodded.
âhey! weâre already late for practice! get up everyone now!!â jungwon checked the clock and hurried everyone up.
sunghoon knows he fucked up, real bad. he never had a normal conversation with a girl in highschool, and letâs not forget about the fact that everyone talks to him as if he has some kind of royal blood.
the only real friendship he had with a girl was with you in his childhood. and youâre the only girl who can talk back to him without feeling threatened. wait, thatâs it!
âi need you to fake date meâ
curse him and his very awful impulse control.
as soon as sunghoon finished his practice he went to the library, figured heâd find you there and apparently he was right.
the book you were reading was long forgotten as you tried to process what you just heard.
ânoâ you replied shortly.
âplease?â he sounded so desperate.
âare you seriously begging right now?â
âyes?â
âthatâs fun, get on your knees and beg moreâ you smirked.
âare you nuts? iâll never do thatâ he frowned and rolled his eyes.
âfine then, pay me for thatâ
âhow much?â
âtwoâ
âdollars?â
âbillionsâ
âhell noâ
âkiss my ass goodbye thenâ you shrugged.
âyouâre unbelievableâ
âsaid the one who barged into the library and started begging me to date himâ
âyeah, itâll help you become popularâ he slightly nodded.
âright, youâre already popular and have multiple fans or whatever, why donât you just ask them?â
âitâll just make things worse!â
âfuck off sunghoon, iâm not going to fake date you and help you because of some stupid lie you toldâ you rolled your eyes and got back to reading the book.
he tried begging you once more but at this point you just decided to ignore him until he left.
âwhat the heck was that?â you asked yourself and shook your head.
âhey y/n!â you heard a voice calling you and you immediately recognized this voice.
it belonged to taesan, your classmate and also your longtime crush. taesanâs quite popular amongst the students, and surprising so, heâs not a rugby player.
youâve made a pros and cons lists about your few old crushes and also made one about your current crush, taesan.
pros? heâs funny, smart, creative, caring, friendly, kind and would prefer to spend his free time in the library with you.
cons?
âhey sunghoon dude! didnât see you there, what are you doing here?â
heâs sunghoonâs best friend. that is a BIG no no for you.
âjust came to check something, studying again?â sunghoon smirked as he looked at you.
did he seriously wait for taesan to come so he could spend more time annoying you?
âyeah, itâs my studying with y/n time, weâve been doing that for a whileâ taesan smiled widely and winked at you.
without even noticing your cheeks started to heat up. but your blushing cheeks were already noticed by someone whoâs definitely going to use that against you.
âright, iâm not going to interrupt you two, enjoy!â sunghoon said as he gave you one last smirk before turning around and leaving.
âisnât he so weird sometimes? i can definitely understand why you hate his gutsâ taesan chuckled and you nodded.
âhow are you today anyway? didnât see you that muchâ he smiled.
âso far so good, you?â
âgreat now that iâm here with youâ
you tried your best to stop your racing heart beats after hearing what he said and making eye contact with him.
you just giggled and opened a book right away, âletâs just start with this book!â
after some time that felt like half an hour to you (but was actually two hours or so) it was time to go back home.
âlet me walk you homeâ taesan suggested.
âitâs okay, i live closeby, if so iâm the one who needs to walk you homeâ you giggled.
âi insistâ
you didnât reply to him and just walked out of the library as he followed you.
âoh hey y/n, taesan!â you stopped your trace when you noticed sunghoon standing right outside the library.
âsunghoon? why are you still here?â taesan asked, emphasizing the last question.
âjust walked by after dropping yeji at her friendâs house, also i promised y/n iâll walk her home, right y/n?â
you looked at him confused but he gave you the âyou better say yes nowâ look, and besides, you didnât want to bother taesan with the long walk.
âright, i completely forgot, iâm really sorry taesan, next time iâll be the one to walk you home!â you said and he nodded.
âdonât worry about it!â he said, quite confused since he never saw the both of you getting along and actually walking home together, even though you live right across each other.
sunghoon took your hand and dragged you away from taesan.
âwhat the fuck park?â
âwalking him home? seriously? your lazy ass could neverâ he teased and you rolled your eyes.
âfuck off sunghoon, why are you really here?â
âiâve got a deal to offerâ he stopped you from walking and you glared at him.
ânoâ
âyou havenât heard it yetâ
âi donât care, itâs a no from me, i can never trust youâ you scoffed and started walking away.
âiâll help you to get close to taesan!â he said and you froze for a second, âi donât need your helpâ
âoh but you doâ he smirked as he figured he got your weakness point, âyouâve been acting awfully trying to hide your little crush on himâ
âwhat do you need?â you asked, half convinced.
âa monthâ he said straightforwardly.
âare youââ
âa month of fake dating and then iâll let you tell everyone you broke up with me and broke my heart and whatever you wantâ he licked his lips, âiâll help you get closer to taesan tooâ
âi need a day to think about itâ you sighed.
âfineâ he said, full of hopes and prayers.
as you arrived you bid your goodbyes for the first time in years, and it never felt so weird as much as it just did.
as you entered the house you took a quick shower and ate, right after that you ran to get your phone a called karina.
âi think you should do it, a month wouldnât be so bad, plus, he did say heâll help you get close to taesanâ she said.
âcan i really trust him though? he ruined my chances with my crush once alreadyâ you groaned.
âyouâre right, donât trust that guyâ
âbut heâs also the only one that could get me close to taesanâ
âright again, trust him fully and agree to that dealâ
âyouâre not helping me at all!!â you complained.
âi donât know bae, i guess that if i was you i wouldâve probably go with what my heart saysâ
âclichĂŠ much, arenât we?â
âi didnât know what to say!â
âi guess i justâŚâ
âreally? are you for real? is it really happening right now? i need you to sign this contract right now before you regretâ sunghoonâs eyes widened and his lips formed into a little smile.
you rolled your eyes, âdonât make me regret thisâ
âokay okay, i wonât, letâs just find a spot where we could talkâ he said and took your hand.
he dragged you to an empty classroom and closed the door.
âso,â he spoke, âwe need rulesâ
âno shit sherlockâ
âcan you stop being an actual bitch for a second and hear me out?â he spat and you rolled your eyes.
âiâll be walking you home, mornings and afternoons no matter whatâ he said.
âdoes that really matter? i mean, no one sees usâ you sighed.
âthatâs what you think, my friends are stalkers itâs actually scaryâ
âwhateverâ
âweâll be posting pictures together which means weâre going to have to go on dateââ
âim gonna stop you right thereâ you cut him off middle sentence, âyou can just use pictures from pinterestâ
âwhat?â
âthereâs no chance im going on dates with youâ you argued.
âyou agreed to this fake dating, you need to face the consequencesâ
you groaned and he continued, âkissing is not prohibited, you can kiss me whenever you want, if itâs necessaryâ
you felt like throwing up hearing this sentence.
âwhoâs gonna buy that? just yesterday you were bumping into me and acting like a total bitch in front of everyoneâ you rolled your eyes.
âitâs as simple as that, weâll say weâve been forced by our parents to come as a couple to an event and we had a deep conversation about our past and after a while of reuniting i asked you out and we decided to hide our relationship until nowâ he shrugged.
âwow,â you clapped, âyou thought about it the whole day yesterday didnât you?â
ânoâŚâ he scratched his nape and looked everywhere but at you.
âsureâ you nodded, completely not believing what he just said.
âanyways itâs all settled, weâll be posting a picture today after schoolâ he said and was about to leave the classroom.
âone more thing,â he said, âpda is a must, therefore youâd have to give me your hand and weâd have to go hand in hand to classroomâ
âjust say you want to hold my hand, iâll take that into consideration, but iâm not interestedâ you asked annoyed.
âyou wish someone would actually want to hold your hand out of his own willâ he rolled his eyes.
âyou havenât touched a single soul in your entire lifeâ
âjust shut upâ he sighed.
ânever as long as your annoying ass is right besides meâ
he just groaned and took your hand.
âstarting nowâ he nodded, âitâll make everyone confuse until we reveal our relationshipâ
âyuck, even calling it a relationship is making me want to throw upâ
âhope your stupid brain knows itâs mutual but whatever, just donât act like that when weâre togetherâ
walking through the hallway while everyone is whispering and glancing at you was never a problem to sunghoon, it was a big problem for you though.
you tried letting go of sunghoonâs hand to stop the whispering and glancing but he held you tighter.
âitâs okay, calm down iâm here with youâ he whispered.
as much as youâd like to deny it, it made you feel somewhat safe.
however, itâs the park sunghoon weâre talking about. your worst enemy.
âis that supposed to make me feel better?â you whispered back.
âand weâre here, outside your classroomâ he changed the subject and stopped right outside of your class while everyone else kept looking at the two of you.
âiâll wait for you after classâ he winked and left a peck on your forehead before leaving to his classroom.
you so wished you could wipe it off at the moment. or at least, you think.
âwhat the fuck did i just saw?â karina walked up to you as soon as sunghoon left.
âwe have a lot to catch onâ you sighed and dragged her inside the classroom.
âand you agreed?!?â
âms. karina and ms. y/n, would you like to share to your class what were you talking about?â the teacher knocked on the desk.
âno, weâre sorryâ you said quietly and the teacher went back to teaching.
âyou told me to follow what my heart says!â you whispered-yelled to her.
âi didnât think itâd say to agree to it!!â she replied back.
âwell i did, and now iâm stuck with the worst person everâ
âmaybe heâs not that badâ
âget out karinaâ
âcanât, weâre in the middle of a classâ she shrugged and you groaned.
âso youâre now dating your worst ever enemy, the infamous woman in this highschool, choi y/n?!!â
âyes jake, i donât know why itâs so surprising to youâ sunghoon rolled his eyes as he took a bite from his lunch.
âsurprising only to him? sunghoon, just a few days ago you called her an attention seeker bitch, now youâre telling us youâve been dating for a few months already?â jungwon asked, concerned.
âwell we did great at hiding didnât we? our parents told us we should sign to drama classesâ
ânothing here makes senseâ jay shook his head.
lying to his friends about his whole relationship life? was definitely not and never will be on his list but he couldnât care less about the list anymore.
âlife doesnât make sense, jayâ sunghoon sighed, âit just happened, now i canât stop thinking about her, itâs like i want to spend every minute with herâ
âew, not in front of my saladâ riki gagged.
âalthough it makes no sense to me, iâm happy for you sunghoon, so proud of you for finally getting along with someoneâ sunoo pat his back.
âhey what do you mean by that?â
âfrom childhood friends to childhood enemies to lovers, that sounds like an actual pretty good story genreâ heeseung crossed his arms and nodded.
âcanât believe you havenât told me anything about it!â taesan, who for the first time in a while joined their lunch table, lightly pushed sunghoon, completely in disbelief.
âyouâre right, i shouldâve told you about it beforeâ sunghoon nodded.
sunghoonâs a bad friend. a very, very bad one.
a few weeks ago he had a conversation with who he considers as his best friend, but how could he face him now after this conversation?
âhey hoon! i wanted to ask you somethingâ taesan bit his lips, a bit anxious to start the conversation.
âyeah dude, whatâs up?â he asked.
âi know you and y/n areâŚ.not on good terms, but i actually started spending some time with her and iâm really interested in herâ his eyes lit up from excitement just by talking about you, âwanted to ask you if thatâs okay that, you knowâŚ.â
âyeah for sure! even though i hate this person with all my heart, i canât decided on your life, canât see how and why youâre interested in her but whatever, itâs yoursâ sunghoon shrugged.
âthanks sunghoon, iâm really glad i got you as my friendâ taesan hugged sunghoon tightly.
sunghoon definitely knew about taesanâs little crush about you, and the day he told you that taesan has a little crush, he actually meant you.
back to today, sunghoon feels like his whole life was tearing apart.
how could he betray his friend like that? after everything taesan did to him. from helping him with studies to even paying for the things he couldnât.
taesan shook his head and smiled weakly, âwhatever makes you happy sunghoonâ he said.
sunghoon was expecting him to shout at him and get mad about it, but was actually surprised he took it well somehow.
âiâm doing this for you tooâ sunghoon thought, after all, he has the perfect plan for taesan and y/n.
âthanks taesanâ sunghoon hugged him tightly and pat his back as a sign for asking for forgiveness.
âthatâs not gonna work, too many people are looking at usâ you complained as soon as you got out of your last class for the day and noticed sunghoon who was already waiting for you outside.
âwith popularity comes the consequencesâ he shrugged and you rolled your eyes.
âenjoy lovebirds!â jay shouted as he walked past you.
âletâs goâ he extended his hand out for you to hold it but you shook your head.
âi promised taesan iâll review his essay he wroteâ
âyou can do it tomorrowââ âcanât, plus you said youâll help me with taesan, we can go on your stupid fake date laterâ
sunghoon rolled his eyes and sighed, âfine, iâll walk you to the libraryâ
when he noticed you smiling he couldnât help but feel that weird feeling of excitement, but then he realized you were not smiling because of him.
âhey y/n!â taesan smiled warmly at you when he noticed you, âand sunghoonâ he added quietly.
âhey taesanâ you called with a wider smile on your face and sunghoon nodded.
âiâll pick you up later thenâ he said and walked away.
âsoâŚyou and sunghoon huh?â taesan asked.
âugh, donât evenâ i felt everyoneâs eyes on me throughout the whole dayâ you groaned.
âyou donât seem that happy with thatâ
âbecause iâm not! iâm so tired of it already, i shouldâve known not to agree to that dealâ
âwhat deal?â
âuhhhhâ you freaked out, how stupid can you actually be??
ânothing!! no dealâ you giggled nervously.
âif you say soâ he shrugged and opened his laptop to show you his essay.
âwhy dont you just tell him?â karina asked you over the phone.
âand what will i say if he asks why i agreed to the deal?â
âsimple, âi did it because i want sunghoon to help me date youâ, like thatâ
âsure, itâs that easyâ you rolled your eyes.
âhow was your first day dating sunghoon anyway?â
âhe took me to get some ice cream, he actually remembers my favorite tasteâ
âyeah i saw on your instagram story, if i didnât happen to know that this is all fake iâd actually believe itâ she said teasingly.
âcanât believe iâm saying this butâ you sighed, âheâs not that bad to hang out withâ
you expected a reply from her right away but all you heard was silence.
âkarina?â
âi canât believe this conversation is not being recordedâ she finally spoke.
âforget that i said thaââ âno no no! please continueâ
âwellâŚ.he was actually super nice and even paid for my ice cream, even found a nice spot and brought me his jacket since it was starting to get coldâ you said calmly.
ây/nâ
âhm?â
âyou might end up falling in love with him instead of taesanâ she said and you scoffed.
âare you forgetting that he literally ruined my life?â
âi said what i said!â she argued.
eventually you ended the call and drifted off to dreamland.
âsoâŚ.â
a few days passed since you revealed your (fake) relationship and today was the first day you sat with seven other people at your lunch table.
âyou and sunghooââ
âstop itâ
âsunghoon and yoââ
âshut it!â
sunghoonâs friends tried to ease up the awkward situation but were shut off by you and sunghoon.
âwe just think itâs weird thatâs all!! itâll pass sooner or laterâ jay chuckled.
âso y/n, howâs life?â riki asked.
âseriously?â sunghoon raised his brow.
âbabe, itâs okay,â you almost gagged after using the nickname on sunghoon, âlifeâs fun, you never know which surprises awaits for youâ
you raised sunghoonâs hand and showed everyone your locked hands.
âew, donât need to use those nicknames and act all cheesy hereâ jake teased.
âyou wanted to meet my girlfriend didnât you? here she isâ sunghoon spoke.
thatâs when it got to you. sunghoon lied to his friends about having a girlfriend! why did he choose you though? out of hundreds of students.
âyouâre rightâ heeseung nodded, âif you already know each other so well, why donât we ask you questions about sunghoon and you answer?â
âbaby you donât have toââ âitâs okay, hit me with the questionsâ
âsunghoonâs favorite color?â
âwhiteâ
âhis favorite seasonâ
âused to be winter, itâs autumn nowâ
âfavorite ice cream flavor?â
âumâ you froze for a second.
âah ha! got youâ
âcoffeeâ
âaw man, you suck!â riki said in disappointment after you answered all the questions correctly.
sunghoon in the meantime was busy staring at you and daydreaming.
when did you become so pretty? with your cute eyes that lit up every time you answered a question correctly, and your lips that formed into a smile when you noticed you won over his friendâs questions.
how come you remember those details about him as well?
he had tons of questions, but curse his inability to communicate well, heâll probably leave those questions unanswered.
the only thing he does know, is that heâs scared to fall in love with you.
âbabe? are you ready to go? let me walk you to the field now, you have practiceâ
you called him and he zoned out, for a second there he really forgot this is all fake.
the way youâd look at him and call him babe, it made him feel so weird, he had never felt like that before.
âyeahâ he slightly nodded and got up.
when both of you arrived at the field he stopped in front of you and frowned.
âwhat if iâll just take you on a date instead of practice?â he asked.
âsunghoon what the fuck? weâre all alone here nobody sees you, you donât need to act all lovey doveyâ you snapped back.
ârightâ he said, almost sounding too disappointed.
âiâll go back now to the library, taesanâs waitingâ you smiled and started walking away.
âpull yourself together sunghoonâ he sighed and entered the field.
âheyâ you called taesan as you saw him already sitting at your usual library desk.
âhey y/n!â he called you back excitedly.
âmissed being with you after school, i went on too many dates with sunghoon latelyâ you sighed.
âyeahâ he whispered, you could hear a bit of disappointment in his voice but he shrugged it off quickly, âhey how about instead of studying weâll go hang out, i got pretty tired of reading todayâ
âsure! of course, i would love to!!â you excitedly replied.
taesan got up and held your hand, âletâs go watch some moviesâ
practice ended and sunghoon went straight to the library without even showering first. he couldnât wait telling you how his friends couldnât stop talking about you and praising your (again, fake) relationship.
he looked at the clock and it was usually around the time you and taesan would finish and get out, only this time you were nowhere to be found.
sunghoon started to freak out, what if something bad happened to you? did taesan leave you alone? what if he did something bad to you?
no, no. sunghoon was just freaking out.
he tried calling you, but your phone was turned off, you werenât available.
he ran all the way to your home and asked your mother if she happened to see you, but got a negative answer.
âwhy, is she missing?â your mother asked and tried to stay calm.
âno of course not!â sunghoon awkwardly said, âweâre just playing hide and seek thatâs all, i was wondering if she walked all the way here to hide in her roomâ
seriously sunghoon? thatâs the best thing you got?
âalright, have fun!â it seemed like it made your mom believe him!
ây/n where the fuck are you?â he whispered to himself.
he decided to call taesan, âif heâs not answering i sweaââ
âhey dude, whatâs up?â his friend on the other line answered calmly.
âdo you happen to know where y/n is?â he straightforwardly asked.
âyeah, sheâs right next to me, didnât she tell you weâre going to watch some movies?â taesanâs voice stayed calm but on the inside he was smirking.
taesan 1, sunghoon 0.
âshe probably forgot or somethingâ sunghoon giggled, âwhen do you plan on coming back?â
âdonât know, but donât worry dude, iâll make sure she gets home safelyâ
âyeah, okayâ sunghoon said and ended the call.
âwho was that?â you asked.
âyour boyfriend, didnât you tell him weâre here?â
âoh no, i forgot about itâ
âyeah he was worried sickâ
âi think we should head back nowâ you let out a sigh.
âokay, sureâ he nodded and both of you got up.
you donât know why you said it instead of staying the whole night just watching random movies with your longtime crush.
what the hell did this fake dating with sunghoon do to you?
taesan walked you until it was already safe for you to walk alone, you argued with him that itâs fine and your house was a minute away, he tried insisting but you didnât budge.
both of you knew why you wanted to walk over to your house alone.
sunghoon 1, taesan 1.
you really tried using you muscle memory and walk to your door with your eyes closed so you wonât have to meet withâ
âwell who do we have hereâ
âi really didnât want to see you here nowâ you sighed and opened your eyes.
âi was worried sick! why didnât you just send me a text or whatever?â he spit out and you never really realized how irritating his voice is until now.
âwhat are you? my mom? why do i have to tell you my whereabouts?â you snapped.
âweâre dating, of courseââ âhell no weâre not, this whole thing is fake and you know it, i dont owe you shit, parkâ
for the first time sunghoon was stunned and speechless because of you. he did not know what to say or even process what the hell just happened. and why the fuck was he so annoyed by you going to the movies with taesan?
âif you dont have anything to say just goâ you sighed and just like that he left.
you finally got inside your room and laid on your bed, thinking about your last events and how stupid it was of you to go home early because of that fucking rat who was âworriedâ over you.
your phone buzzed and when you looked at the caller ID you smiled.
âjust checking that you arrived safelyâ
âiâm not a five years old kid taesan,â you chuckled and got up to sit on the edge of your bed, âbesides, it was a minute walk from where you left meâ
âalright, was just checking if you were still aliveâ he giggled.
âhey taesanâ
âhm?â
âletâs hang out more, i had real fun todayâ
âall i was just asking is for you to text me if thereâs a change of plans! i was really worried because i knew i had to pick you up but you were nowhere to be seenâ that is how your morning started, for the past few days it because a routine for you to have a morning and after school walk with sunghoon, and each morning youâd have a little fight.
this time, even though you hate to admit it, heâs right.
âyouâre right, i shouldâve told you beforehand, i just got super excited to go out with taesan so i forgot about it, besides youâre supposed to be happy for me, iâm finally getting closer to my crushâ you huffed.
âthank you, and yeah, iâm super happyâ he rolled his eyes and you nodded.
âanother thing, heeseungâs brother is having a wedding in less than a month and we have to go there together, as a coupleâ he said, âafter the wedding weâll plan the break up and will part our waysâ
âsounds like a plan to meâ you shrugged.
âno matter what happens, please just show up to his brotherâs wedding, i think heeseung already favors you so much, he always did but i always warned him not to get too close to youâ
âobviously you didâ you rolled your eyes, âbut i will do it, for him and for his happinessâ
âthank youâ he said sincerely.
âwow, didnt know you could be genuineâ
âjust shut up and continue to walkâ
two weeks passed and as much as you hate to admit it, dating sunghoon park isnât something that bad.
you went to all kinds of âdatesâ together, that one amusement park date was your favorite.
âno no no no! donât go too high, y/n hold my hand tight!â he yelled on one of the roller coasters you forced him to get on, âi think iâm gonna throw up oh no, here it comes! i hate it hereâ
while he was busy yelling, you were busy laughing your ass off at him. he was cute, you admit.
it reminded you of that time you went to an amusement park together when you were kids, he remained the same, nothing changed.
as you got tired of the amusement park, he took you to a restaurant and both of you sat one in front of the other.
âi like it here, this place is designed so beautifullyâ you said.
ânot as beautiful as youâ he mumbled.
âhm?â you asked and he shook his head, ânothingâ
âyou know, it wasnât so bad today, i really had funâ he started speaking, âreminded me of our childhoodâ
âyeah, i thought about that tooâ you nodded.
âi kinda miss itâ i kinda miss you, he wanted to say, but he felt like itâd be too much.
sunghoon that day realized his strong feelings for you never left, and probably never will. your past antics were long forgotten and all he wanted was to hold you in his arms and tell you how much he loves you, and he have always had.
âi kinda miss it tooâ you replied and it was like an unspoken tension between the two of you.
none of you would talk after that and just walked home in silence, but it was a comforting one.
âgirl, heâs super like, into you, and youâre so like, into him tooâ karina said after you told her about the amusement park date.
âam not! iâve been actually going out with taesan a lot, i really really like himâ you smiled.
âwhatever you say girl!â
âi actually am going to hang out with taesan today, iâll update you on everything, bye baeâ you smiled and ended the call to get ready for your hangout with taesan.
an hour later he sent you a text that heâs already waiting and you got out of your house right away.
âyou look, really prettyâ taesan was being so stunned by your beauty that he forgot how to talk.
âthank youâ you smiled, âso, where are we going?â
âa new arcade just opened and i know how much you love arcades so i just thought of testing it outâ
âoh my god you really do know me so well!!â you took out your phone to text sunghoon about your whereabouts.
you became more responsible and it suddenly didnât bother you as much to text him about it, it almost became a habit of you.
âoff to the new arcade that opened up with taesan, donât you worry about meâ you texted him and closed your phone.
as you arrived your eyes roamed around the big arcade and suddenly you looked like a five years old child who just got their first ever vanilla ice cream.
âwhat are we waiting for? letâs just go!!â taesan cheered and you clapped.
after hours and hours of playing you both went to sit down by the nearest park there.
âit was so fun today, we have to do it again!â you grinned and taesan nodded.
it suddenly became so quiet and you noticed taesan was staring at you for too long.
âare you okay?â
âi know about you and sunghoon,â he spoke, âabout your fake dating thingâ
you were too stunned to speak.
âi heard you arguing on the same day we went to the movies, i wanted to check on you if you arrived safely but i noticed you and sunghoon talking and i couldnât help but eavesdropâ he shrugged.
âohâ was all you could let out.
âi was actually glad to find out that this whole thing with you and sunghoon was fakeâ
âwhat do you meaââ âi like you y/n, a lotâ he cut you middle sentence and you felt so weird hearing his confession.
âoh! there you are!â before you could even respond to taesan you heard a voice calling the both of you.
you turned around and saw the one and only, park sunghoon. what was he doing here?
a few days ago taesan asked to meet up with sunghoon. he confessed to him about knowing your fake relationship and told sunghoon he was going to confess to you.
âi like y/n, a lot, you already know thatâ he said.
âwhatâs your plan?â sunghoon asked.
âasking her out after going to that new arcadeâ he exposed his plan, and sunghoonâs cue to stop the confession was a simple text from you about your whereabouts.
sunghoon for the second time chose to be a shitty and egoistic ass friend, and prevent his so called âbest friendâ from confessing to you.
but of course sunghoon wouldnât tell you all of that.
âme and y/n were planning to go on a date today! i guess she forgotâ sunghoon smirked.
âcut it sunghoon, i know youâre not really datingâ taesan clenched his jaw.
âdoesnât matter, i still made us a reservation for this new restaurantâ sunghoon rolled his eyes and dragged you away.
you were too shocked by the whole scene that only when you arrived back to your home you realized what happened.
âdid you justââ you sighed, âruined my fucking chance with taesan?â you felt your blood starting to boil.
âwhat do you mean?â he asked confused.
âtaesan just fucking confessed and you just fucking showed up and dragged me away, what the fuck were you thinking?â you shout.
ây/n iââ
âyou what, sunghoon? want to ruin my life once again? just like you did with my painting from seventh grade and my crush from eighth grade?â you snapped.
âyou seriously still hold that against me? we were in seventh grade for godâs sake!â
âand it ruined my life ever since then! did you become your familyâs disappointment? because i did, oh! and funny enough, not only that seventh grade made them disappointed in me, but also my stupid crush on eighth grade that you decided to snitch on!â you looked at him in disbelief.
âwhat about my crush from nineth grade then, huh? not only you lied to her and told her i spread the rumors about her, you made me look like the bad guy and the other students refused to talk to me for months! you basically made everyone back away from me!â
âand rightfully soâ you rolled your eyes.
ây/n, lookâ sunghoon ran his hands through his hair and sighed,
âsave it park, i donât want to hear from you ever again, i had a blast ignoring you for the last few years and iâll continue having a blast if itâll continue that wayâ you lied through your teeth, âweâll only talk when necessary and cut ties after heeseungâs brotherâs weddingâ
ây/nâ sunghoon called you again but you already walked away and entered your house.
sunghoon knows he fucked up, and he realized there were so many miscommunications between the two of you over the past few years and he didnât know how to fix it.
meanwhile you, the minute you stepped inside your room and closed the door, you started crying.
you didnât know how to feel with yourself. you were glad that sunghoon cut you off before you could answer taesan, because surprisingly so, you were about to reject him.
taesan is a nice guy, he really is, and he really was your longtime crush, until your old crush entered your life again.
you realized you gained back your feelings the moment sunghoon opened his mouth to genuinely talk with you, in fact, those feelings never really left.
you found yourself so focused on the way that his dimples would always show while smiling and talking to you, or the way his fangs would show up with every smile he gives you.
but you couldnât help but let your blood boil after his whole âiâm not going to let y/n have another chance with someoneâ show, it made you think about your past and you hated it.
the next few weeks felt normal to everyone but you, sunghoon and taesan.
you and sunghoon acted as if nothing happened between the two of you when someone you know happened to be around.
when you two were alone? hell, you wonât even shoot a glance at him.
and as for you and taesan, you told him itâd be better if the both of you would take a short break for a while, just for you to adjust everything.
sunghoon refused to let go of you so easily once again, he tried everything, calling, texting, even calling your parents to ask if you were home and maybe they can tell you to pick your constantly ringing phone up.
it all felt like a deja vu now, but not the good one. you were getting distant again and it scared him that the same thing will happen yet again.
âthank you for comingâ sunghoon welcomed the person into his house.
âwhy are you so stressed? oh no donât tell me you got someone pregnantâ
âjay, i sometimes wonder if your last braincells are just off to go travel or somethingâ sunghoon groaned.
âwell, you seem so tense, what is it?â
sunghoon decided to tell jay everything from A to Z, theyâve been best friends for long and he feels like he can trust him wholeheartedly, plus he had to get some help from someone.
âi knew it the moment you told me both of you are dating! it felt so unrealâ
âthanks a lot jay, it really helpsâ
âwell, i think im getting a little deja vu for eighth gradeâ
âexactly! i donât want this to happen again! i know i fucked up but iâŚ.â sunghoon sighed, âiâm willing to do everything as long as i wonât lose herâ
âokay first of all, ew dude thatâs so cringyâ jay said in disgust, âsecond, i think you just need to give her some time, iâm sure that if you still havenât heard about her and taesan dating, she might as well was about to reject himâ
âthen why would she get so angry at me? it doesnât make senseâ
âyou took a whole ass opportunity from her to try and sort her things out, of course sheâd be pissedâ
ârightâ
âtry to talk with karina maybe, she might help you out on this oneâ jay pat his friendâs shoulder, âbesides, the wedding is in a few days and you told me you made her promise you to show up no matter what, itâs not like she can run away from you for longâ
âi hate that youâre so rightâ sunghoon groaned and jay shrugged, âiâm just saying whatever comes to my mind, whenever it comes to my mindâ
âwhat do you want, park?â
âwow you really sound like y/n nowâ sunghoon sighed as he saw karina looking at him uninterested, âi guess she already told you what happenedâ
âyes, she didâ she also told me sheâs scared because she actually has feelings for you, she wanted to say. but its not her place to say it anyway.
âhowâŚ.is she doing?â he asked quietly.
âwhy do you care?â
âoh no please donât make it harder than it already isâ he mumbled under his breath.
âbecause, i need to talk with her, a serious conversationâ
âoh no donât tell me you caught feelingsâ
âhow did youâ nevermind, please tell her that iâll be waiting for her, and i really want to sort things out between usâ he sounded so desperate it scared karina.
âiâll see what i can doâ karina nodded and he bit his lips and smiled.
âthank you, thank you, thank you, thankââ âi get it you can go now!â
he nodded as he got his bag and went for another practice.
âhey bae how are you doing today?â karina hugged you as she sat on your bed.
ever since your last encounter with sunghoon you started missing a few classes here and there, you didnât really feel like going to school and seeing sunghoon anyway. thatâs why karina came to check up on you.
âsame as usual, i donât knowâ
âi know what youâre thinkingâ she said and you looked at her creeped out.
ârelax, itâs nothing scaryâ she laughed, âi just know youâre thinking about himâ
âam not!â you argued.
âyeah, and iâm queen elizabethâ
you canât stop thinking about sunghoon, she wasnât lying really.
you realized how messed up your whole story was. you need answers from him, you need the apology youâve been waiting to hear, the confirmation that he misses you as much as you miss him. you need to hold him tight and never let him go again.
âfine, you got meâ you sighed.
you wish youâd know how to sort things out without going crazy.
âhe came up to me today,â she said and your eyes sparkled, âhe asked me about you, heâs been so desperate to talk with you, he looked and sounded really sincereâ
âi donât know karina, iâm not sure if iâm ready to face him without getting angry again, itâs just that whenever i see him my blood just starts to boil when i think about our pastâ
âthatâs your problem, you refuse to let go of your pastâ she put her hand on your shoulder, âjust let it go, and get the answers and confirmation you need from himâ
you decided not to show up at school ever since your conversation with karina.
sunghoon tried checking up on you multiple times but each time youâd lie to your mother who opened the door for him and told her to tell him that youâre sick. both of you knew it was wrong.
sunghoon was going crazy, his friends couldnât stop asking about you and about your whereabouts and he could only lie and say that youâve got really sick and that heâs been taking care of you.
he asked karina about you again and again, until she got tired and told him everything, about your wellbeing and your health.
he was so worried for you it surprised her, he was really acting as if heâs your real boyfriend.
karina would lie if she said she didnât confuse him as your boyfriend for a while.
âhereâ sunghoon handed karina a notebook.
âwhatâs that?â she asked.
âi took some notes on this class, give it to y/n pleaseâ
âsunghoon, iâm not some kind ofââ
âi know i know youâre not a delivery guy but, i donât know how to give it to her in any other wayâ he sighed.
oh the poor guy, she really pities him.
wedding day came and sunghoon was going back and forth in his room.
will you be coming? should he pick you up? you promised him! if not for him then for heeseung!
at the end, jay called him and told him it was becoming too late and he should just come without you.
sunghoon left his house with a heavy heart and empty hands, that were supposed to hold you tightly and close to him.
âhey hoon! you came!!â heeseung welcomed his friend with a hug and a big smile over his face.
âwhereâs y/n?â he asked.
âoh y/n, she really wanted to come butââ âbut what?â he was cut off by someone else.
when he looked over his shoulder he found you, walking over to them and putting your hands together on sunghoonâs right shoulder.
âi was getting ready and it took me too long to come, so i just told sunghoon to go away so he wonât be late because of meâ you smiled and planted a kiss on sunghoonâs cheek.
âiâm so glad you came!!â heeseung smiled widely and hugged you tightly.
sunghoon was still shocked seeing you there, first you walked in, looking gorgeous than ever in the outfit you put on yourself, then you went and put your hands over his shoulder and lastly, you kiss his cheek.
he froze and zoned out for a few seconds until you waved your hands in front of him.
âletâs get in! itâs about to startâ you were about to walk in but sunghoon was quick enough to pull you back to him.
he was holding your waist and pulling you closer to him.
âfirst, you walk in here, looking prettier than any other person here, no offense to the bride, then you smile and kiss my cheeks. i donât understand, whatâs happening?â he asked, his face is closer than ever to yours.
âi donât want to open it up nowââ âif not now then when?â
you sighed and closed your eyes.
âi only have one questionâ
âshootâ
âdid you really regret what you did back then?â
âof course i did, i still doâ he reached your hand to hold it, âlook at where it got usâ
âwhy did you ruin my chance with my crush back then?â
âyou said only one questionâ
âokay so maybe now i have moreâ
âi did it,â sunghoon stayed quiet for a second, is this the right time to confess? âbecause i really liked you, and i still doâ fuck it.
âwhen we started to fake dating i realized those feelings never left, everytime i look at you i just cant help it but smile, i think itâs way beyond just âlike youâ, i love you y/nâ he let go of his hold on your waist and held both of your hands in his.
you stopped breathing for a second as you tried to process what you just heard.
âpark sunghoonâ you whispered and he hummed.
âiâm here babyâ
âi hate youâ you said and sunghoon could swear his heart dropped.
âi hate you for making me hate you so much to the point it ruined our friendship for so longâ you continued, âyou couldâve confessed your feelings and we couldâve been the best highschool couple by nowâ
sunghoon furrowed his eyebrows, he got so confused by your words.
âif you still didnât get it, i happen to love you too, you dumbassâ you laughed.
without giving you a warning he pulled you into a kiss with a big grin on his face.
it was a desperate kiss, as if he was waiting to do this for so long. both of you didnât want to part away but you did eventually because of the lack of oxygen.
âi canât believe we fucked this up because of this stupid painting in seventh gradeâ that was the first thing he said afterwards.
âyou fucked this up and itâs not just a stupid painting!!â you argued and he laughed as he hugged you tightly.
âiâm joking, iâm really sorry for that, and for the crush thing in eighth grade tooâ he grinned, âbut he was just not good for you, you had me the whole time and still wanted himâ
you kissed him again and smiled.
âi was too blind i guessâ
âcan you two cut it off lovebirds? the wedding is about to startâ both of you turned your heads and saw annoyed jay standing in front of you.
âsorry! comingâ both of you said at the same time.
as you sat one next to each other, sunghoon interlocked your fingers together.
âheyâ he whispered and you hummed.
âhearing âi love youâ from you really warmed my heartâ he smiled, âjust letting you knowâ
âoh really?â you asked and he nodded.
âi love youâ you kissed his cheek.
âiâll keep saying this until youâll get tired of itâ
âwhich is basically neverâ
jay groaned and turned to look at the both of you âcan you please just stop being so lovey dovey oh my godâ
âyou were exactly like that on your first days with your girlfriend stop being such an attention seekerâ jake rolled his eyes and jay hit him.
âshhhh!! why donât we just pay attention to heeseung thatâs crying right there?â
âjust took a picture! will definitely use it to blackmail him!â
âpoor little thing only wanted to get emotional in his brotherâs weddingâ
âsoon to be us at sunghoonâs and y/nâs weddingâ
and they lived happily ever after! i mean, as much as you can when you have those six people as your friends and karinaâs nonstop questions about future kids.
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Baby, I'm Yours - Wanda Maximoff Oneshosts
Summary: The Avengers gain a new member, and Wanda Maximoff mistakenly assumes she has gained a rival instead of a friend. Or the one where Wanda has a crush that she doesn't know how to deal with. [Requested]
Warnings: really fluff, enemies to lovers, some kissing and a lot of teasing, avengers being a family, emo!Wanda and her first gay crush. | Words: 4.564k
A/N-> This was requested a while ago and I used it as practice for a winter soldier!reader idea that I had. Idk if I would ever make a series out of this idea, but it was fun to write this reader.
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Seven months after she joined the Avengers, someone else did too.
Unlike her, Sam was extremely excited by the news, he woke up early and somehow managed to convince Vision to join him in the welcome.Â
Wanda would have skipped the interaction - She only went to get breakfast and intended to spend the rest of the training-free day filled with interactions between the team, hiding in her room and watching old TV shows. But as soon as she noticed the little witch sneaking around the kitchen trying to go unnoticed by Sam's excited theories about who the new avenger would be, Natasha whistled and called out to her.
"Good morning, Maximoff. Do you intend to welcome our new colleague in pajamas?" The widow asked, hiding a teasing smile behind a cup of coffee.Â
The question already implied what Wanda had feared, and made her sigh. "I didn't know I was expected to take part in the welcome."
Nat grimaced softly - she seemed to be finding the whole thing very amusing.
"What an idea, Maximoff, of course you are! We were all there waiting for you when it was your turn."
She forced a smile, resisting the urge to snap back something bratty like "Thor wasn't". Deciding she had no reason to argue with Natasha, she busied herself with preparing some toast and pouring herself some tea.
When Sam suddenly tapped on the counter, everyone looked at him.
"I got it!" he declared excitedly. "I bet the new guy is Spider-kid!"
Nat frowned. "Who?" and then chuckled to the Falcon's obvious disappointment.
"Come on, the colorful vigilante who keeps throwing webs around? How come you've never heard of him?"
Assuming a thoughtful expression for a moment, Nat flipped through the newspapers on the counter before clicking her tongue on the roof of her mouth.
"Ah, I think Tony's got his eye on that one." She says. "But, no, Wilson. The new recruit isn't the spider. And there's no point in giving me that look, as I won't spoil the surprise."
It looked like the subject was ending - at least that Sam was going to give up. It wasn't long before the rest of the team showed up for coffee, and Wanda mumbled a few good mornings back quickly before making her way to her own room, to change into something more presentable than fluffy pajamas.
But on the way to the bedroom, from one of the glass entrance doors, Steve Rogers appeared and he was accompanied.
"[...] Come on, we're early, they must still be having breakfast." Commented the older Avenger, busy taking off his coat, it took him a moment to notice that Wanda was in the hallway. She was staring, probably. "Oh, good morning, Wanda. I want you to meet someone."
But Wanda already knew you, straight from the television. And from the Shield's files of potential Avenger-level threats.Â
So maybe that's why when Steve said your name, patted you on the shoulder and you held out your hand for Wanda to shake, she just stared.
"Okay, not a handshaker." You mumbled awkwardly, lowering your arm. "You're Wanda Maximoff, mind reader and former enemy, right? I didn't expect the shock, given the circumstances."
"Hey, easy." Steve grumbled at your aggressiveness, giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze. Wanda narrowed her eyes at you, but you didn't look too intimidated, your posture relaxed and your hands in the pockets of your leather jacket. "That's in the past. We're all friends now. Aren't we, Wanda?"
With some resistance, she eventually forced a smile and tried to relax her posture. She sighed and nodded. "Of course, Steve. It's nice to meet you apart from the news, Miss Barnes. Should we wait for your brother to join us or does he still have Interpol on his back?"
You chuckle dryly. "Listen here, you-"
"Okay, enough." Steve interrupts, pulling you by the shoulders and giving Wanda a disapproving look. He also whispers that he'll have a talk with her later, but the witch turns away, dragging her feet back into the bedroom while you and Rogers head in the opposite direction.
On the way to the kitchen, you mutter: "And here I thought superheroes were polite."
The soldier chuckles briefly. "You tried to blow up the White House, you can understand the hesitation. Now come on, we've got the rest of the team to shock."Â
It had taken her hours to see you again, not that anyone had asked her opinion, but Steve had put you in the room next to hers on the justification that it would be good for the two of you to have someone close in age to pass the time.
Wanda grimaced and reminded him that you were about 150 years old. Steve chuckled.
"Technically, yes. But she spent almost all that time on ice, so she was only really around for less than 20 years. Can you please try to be friendly? You have more in common than you might think."
Wanda begrudgingly agreed to be the one to give you a tour of the tower. And so she could also discover that she was apparently the only Avenger who was hesitant about your presence on the team.
She knew your list of skills off the top of her head, but still wondered if you could read what she was thinking when you added; "Your hesitation is totally fine, Maximoff. It must be hard to share the podium as the team's coolest person, but you get used to it."
She chuckled awkwardly at the compliment mixed with teasing at the end of the tour. You offered her a farewell wink, thanking her for the favor before muttering that you needed a shower after several hours of driving. You disappeared to your own room before Wanda could come to a coherent conclusion as to why her heart was racing inside her chest.
Perhaps she was having a panic attack?Â
Wanda turned on her heels and made her way to Bruce's lab. A quick check-up would clarify things.
While assuring her that she didn't have a chronic arrhythmia, Bruce also - under the influence of Natasha and Tony - diagnosed her with something very common to teenage patients: a crush.
"Did you consider Miss Maximoff, that perhaps, you may have just liked her?"
She did not take this very well.Â
"What? That's ridiculous! I'm not even gay!" Bruce looked up from the normal results of the cardiology test she had demanded and offered her a small smile.
"All right, Miss Maximoff, maybe I made a mistake. You're probably just anxious about your return to action next week." The doctor suggested and Wanda stood up from the lab chair with an impatient huff.
"That's definitely it." She assured him, not wasting any more time on Bruce and his absurd theories after thanking him for the tests.
After such an unfortunate situation, Wanda began to avoid you. It was the most viable solution when someone caused her to have irregular heartbeats, sweat or tremors. Perhaps she was allergic to you.
Obviously, she should keep her distance.
But it seems that the team had other ideas.
"Barnes and Maximoff, you're together. No gloves, come on." Natasha arrived at the gym announcing, an iPad with the training schedule in hand. Wanda, who had spent a good few weeks with the successful plan of interactions limited to greetings, nearly had a stroke. At least her partner, Sam, was keen enough to hold off his punch before it got to her. Wanda hadn't even heard his comment about her getting distracted in a fight and her feet were moving towards the mat, her eyes quick to notice your breathless figure removing the fighting gloves you had been using on a practice dummy for the last few minutes.
"Let's see if training with Wilson has taught you anything, Maximoff." You commented with a smile that made her stomach jump. Something about your sweaty, panting appearance was making her dizzy.Â
The rest of the team spread out on the edges of the mat, interested to see the exercise, and it was only Natasha who came up to you to lead the whole thing.
"Start with the basics, I want to see Wanda's reaction time." The widow explained, squeezing the two of you on the shoulder. Before turning away completely, she raised a finger in warning to the younger brunette. "And no magic tricks, Maximoff. Even if you're losing."
Wanda smiled, rolling her eyes. Only once had she done that to Natasha and it seemed the widow would never let that story die.
Before the whistle blew, you looked her in the eye. "I'll take it easy on you, little witch." You whispered teasingly, and Wanda felt something burn in her lower belly. She also decided that she had to win because she had to get that smirk off her face.
It was an easier task than it looked - and it was all down to the fact that if there was one thing Hydra had taught her well, it was to exploit weaknesses.Â
And yours was to care about her. Every hesitation in your movements, your awareness of the super-soldier strength that could hurt her, made it very easy for Wanda to exploit it, slip away, and dodge all your blows. And there was something else too; a soft choke in your breathing every time she got too close, tangled up between one move and the next. The way your ears turned three shades redder when she managed to knock you over and landed on your chest.Â
"Wow, Maximoff really is kicking your ass." taunted Sam from the corner of the room, grinning at Barton and Nat.
You didn't seem to mind, licking your lips as you took a second look at the position Wanda now found herself in; sitting on your hips.Â
She did, however, give you an annoyed look. "Don't hold back, I can take it."Â
"I'm sure you can, little witch." You retorted ironically, leaning yourself fully back onto the mat.Â
Wanda grunted angrily, then grabbed the collar of your blouse. "Fight for real! I don't need you to take it easy, I can handle it."
The disarming was so quick that she barely had time to blink - one second she was on your hips, the next her back was pressed to the mat with her hands pinned to the side of her head.
Your body on top of hers, pressing her to the floor, made her choke.
For a moment, as your dilated eyes descend to her mouth, you also seem to forget what you were doing, and the audience around you.
But suddenly, you let go; a dry, humorless laugh escaping you as you stand up. And you turn to Nat as if you hadn't just dropped Wanda on the mat.
After ignoring you for weeks, she thinks she deserves it.
"Her fight is decent, so I think we had enough."
Nat raises an eyebrow, a smile playing on her lips. "Oh, are you the one deciding on the training now, Barnes?"
You smile briefly before retorting; "Come on, everyone knows she's not punching her way out of fights when she can use the energy tricks. It's a waste of time making the girl train like a soldier."
Natasha doesn't seem to agree. She follows you towards the locker room, arguing how important it is to eliminate the team's vulnerabilities, while the rest scatter around the gym, some giving up practicing to get something to eat and others going back to wrestling.
Wanda regrets sitting on the mat because in that position she can watch you at the locker room door, tugging at your training shirt, exposing a strong muscular back and a lot of skin because of the sports top that doesn't do much good to hide it.Â
Natasha continues to talk to you without taking any notice of the gesture, so Wanda is sure she's the problem. Her stupid brain and heart are clearly forgetting that she can't handle a crush right now.Â
She doesn't even have Pietro anymore, who, as soon as he'd finished tormenting her about it, would give her advice. Because he's always had a natural talent for this kind of thing, while the last time Wanda tried to flirt with a boy, it sounded like a threat.Â
She can't do this on her own. And with that conclusion, she tries to get over it. Maybe Google has some tips, or maybe, the walking computer that hangs around the tower can help.
"Vis?"Â
The synthesized man took his eyes off the book in his lap when Wanda called out to him, a few days after the training session where, since being pressed into a mat by you, Wanda found herself unable to think of anything else.Â
"Hello, Wanda." He greeted her gently, closing the pages and waiting for her to approach.
"I need your help with something."
"Oh, what would that be?"
Wanda pressed her lips together, her hands restless in front of her body. "Would you be able to tell me the most efficient way to... get over someone?" Vision frowned in surprise, and Wanda sighed. "Someone we shouldn't like. Definitely inappropriate."
Vis opens her mouth, still in shock at the whole thing, but it's someone else who speaks;
"What's definitely inappropriate?" Tony asks, and Wanda thanks the gods he didn't hear the first part.Â
"N-nothing!" Rebuts the witch quickly, the color of her cheeks probably giving her away. Stark looks at her suspiciously, then at Vis.
"Okay, what are you two love birds talking about?" The Vision would have blushed if he could. He gets visibly embarrassed, smiling shyly.
That's great as if Wanda needed one more extra thing to stress her out.Â
She can barely contain her grimace at the nickname, but Tony doesn't bother; Vision is at least quick to change the subject, and surprises Wanda with his ability to lie very well.Â
"We were just commenting on how inappropriate General Ross's accusations were at the last meeting." And that's enough to distract Stark.
Wanda practically flees the scene after that. For a long moment, she had even forgotten about the tension that had been swirling around the Avengers over the last few days, precisely because your absence from the compound made her - not that she would admit it - miss you terribly. And all she could think about was inevitably you, busy on missions with Steve in search of your brother James.
With your presence increasingly rare in the Compound, Wanda hoped that the crush would go away, but every time she happened to bump into you between missions, the feelings came back with an overwhelming force, like two lovers the war kept apart. It was frustrating, to say the least. Especially since Wanda was nothing more than a teammate. Hardly a friend.
When Lagos happened, and it was the worst thing that could possibly occur, at least Wanda had something else to think about. And this time, Ross's visit to the Compound was more than inappropriate - it was final.
Accords and fights between the team led to an unbearable situation. With half of her colleagues out for meetings with the United Nations, Wanda was still grounded at the Compound, waiting for news.
She didn't expect you to be sneaking around.
"You shouldnât be here." That's the first thing she says as she fully opens the bedroom door you left ajar. Wanda could lie about being your fault that she found you, when in fact she had become an expert at sensing your aura over the last few weeks, the ability to just know when you were around, perfecting itself every time you two met.
You chuckle, without diverting your attention from the task of filling your backpack with as many things as you can squeeze inside. Wanda had the impression that many of the items you came to collect in your room were old presents; everything the others had gotten you over the last few holidays. Things that were precious.
"I'm aware. I won't be long." You retort, folding some socks together to put them away in the closet.
Wanda should call Vis - he's working as a sort of watchman for the tower or something. And he was supposed to notify Tony of your presence. But instead, she closes the door.
Twisting her fingers in anxiety, she asks:
"Where are you going to run off to?"
Offering her a quick glance as you returned to your suitcase to put away some underwear that made Wanda look away, you replied; "I can't tell you that, little witch."
Wanda almost smiled at the nickname. Instead, she took a desperate step forward.
"Would you take me with you?"
Standing back, you chuckle. "Funny."
"I wasn't joking."
You leave the St. Petersburg snow globe you got as a present from Natasha on the dresser and turn with a frown to the witch behind you. "Maximoff, come on-"
"I'm serious." She insists. "Stark grounded me. Like a fucking child. â She then chuckles sadly. âOr worse, a problem he didn't want to deal with. And I know I fucked up in Lagos-"
"Don't say that, Lagos wasn't your fault." You interrupt her with a certain determination. "You need to remember that, alright?"
Wanda smiles softly at your reassurance, looking away because her face is suddenly very warm. You sigh then grab just one more change of clothes before zipping up your suitcase.
"It's not because of the company, Wanda." You mutter suddenly, with the backpack on your shoulders. She looks at you with confusion, but you don't meet her gaze. "I just don't think it's right, everything that's happening. And I don't think we should all be fighting with each other. But that's what's going to happen from now on. If you come with me, Steve probably expects you to be choosing sides. And I wouldn't want anyone to get hurt."
Her heart skips a beat, but Wanda takes a chance;
"Anyone... or me?"
You're taken aback, but you don't lose your poise. You sighed deeply before approaching her without haste, without any hint of what you were going to do either. Wanda opens her mouth again, to apologize for being so difficult, but you muffle the statement with a kiss.
It's the first time she's kissed another girl if that isn't obvious. She melts, panting and so very shy; it's a good thing that you hold her waist, while your other hand keeps your face close by grabbing her chin gently. Wanda's lungs scream for air after a moment, but she refuses to pull away from a sensation as good as kissing you.
Something like a whimper of need escapes her when you break the act, or maybe it's the way you give her lower lip a gentle tug with your teeth that leaves her trembling, ready to beg for more.
"Sorry if that was sudden." It's the first thing you say, your voice is hoarse, and as affected as your breathing. You smile, your thumb wiping away some of the mess left by Wanda's gloss. "But I think it took us long enough."
She babbles like a fish, unable to form a coherent thought for a whole moment. You wait patiently, your hands touching her shoulders, sliding down her arms as a way of calming her. Wanda has dreamed so much of feeling you that the touch meant to ease her nerves has quite the opposite effect; every inch of skin you touch tingles.
"H-how... did you know?" she asks, and you give a short laugh.
"I didn't." You retort gently. "Not for sure, at least. Not until two seconds ago when you asked to come with me. I had this... feeling. And this tension. Every time we walked into the same room, every time we were alone. I just feltâŚâ You can put it into words exactly, so you just take a deep breath and smile at her. âI thought my mind was playing tricks on me, that the way I felt was making me imagine things but then you came in here. Sneak out into my room and ask if you could leave this fancy tower to run away with me to fight. I just had to be sure."
Wanda bites back a shy smile, feeling the heat spreading from her chest to her face and eras, and knowing for a fact that it's only going to get worse because of the way you're looking at her.
She tries to get some ground again.
"And are you..." A sigh, as one of your hands settles on her waist. "Sure?"
You hum thoughtfully before breaking the distance, kissing her in a different way than before. It's more intense and hungrier. Your tongue invades her mouth, exploring everywhere and your hands prevent her from pulling away when the oxygen is off. Every needy sound that escapes her is muffled against into lips.Â
Wanda tentatively follows the rhythm, one of her hands wrapping in your hair. Your backpack falls to the ground and you hold her tighter now, pulling her into you. It's a significant difference between a super-soldier's body and her own, and just the quick memory of you pressing her against the mat makes her moan into your tongue.
The sound makes you lose your mind - Your hands become more determined, the kiss desperate. Wanda struggles for air, exposing the collarbone that keeps you busy as she tries to catch her breath. You bite down on her skin and she arches against you, her hands becoming bold enough to scratch your back and pull up your blouse.
But you break into a husky chuckle, slowing the kiss and pulling away to remind her; "We have to go." Between one touch and the next, "We don't have time."
She needs a whole moment to force her brain to work, and even after you're no longer touching her, and she's sneaking off to her own room to prepare a suitcase, she's still shaking.
When you meet again, running hand in hand with suitcases back to the garage, Wanda is surprised to realize that she was foolish to be afraid of something as good as this.Â
That is, of course, until reality hits again.
Wanda has never seen you in action as a Winter Soldier before. She saw it through television, Shield files, and testimonies about deserters captured by the Avengers.
But she was never there.
The Avengers split up and fought each other, and your brother fled with Steve Rogers. She thought you were safe on the plane with them, she made sure you got on - but she didn't see you climb off.
Wanda accepted being captured, she accepted being drugged as a security measure. And throughout the confusion that was the transportation of the Avengers in custody to the Raft, she thought she was hallucinating the whole way there. The masked figure attacking the soldiers and opening the cells was a projection of the sedative in her mind.
She only knew what had really happened, had been able to remember, when you both were already in another country as fugitives from the United Nations.
You were by her side the whole time. You held her on your lap after getting rid of the straitjacket that had trapped her and lay down next to her when there was finally a secure roof over your heads.
Wanda was exhausted. She had lost the only thing she had left; her freedom. There was no longer a home, a team, a brother. She was drugged and trapped like an animal by people she considered family.
She started crying, and you woke up. You didn't say a word or ask her to stop. You just held her and let her sob into your chest until she fell asleep again, this time from exhaustion rather than through the influence of chemicals.
When what was left of the team moved on the following day, to another location to avoid suspicion as Natasha clarify it, Wanda got the impression that maybe it was you who needed her to hold you until you went to sleep now.
Bucky didn't come back, and neither of you knew what had happened to him or Steve.Â
Wanda let you cry all you wanted.
But then finally, everyone who had fought for Steve was back together. Even Clint and Scott, who would probably make deals for their families, to try to be with them, and would have to leave soon. For a moment, everyone was there and you found out that your brother was going to stay in Wakanda to be free again.
It wasn't perfect, but it was a good moment. Steve got food for everyone, you had something that resembled a Christmas, or at least an end-of-year celebration.
We're alive and safe. We're together. Steve was a man of words.
Even if they were sharing a safe house that was too small for such a group. Even if half the world was after them.
The team fell asleep between sleeping bags and sofas, and you left the trailer to get some air. Wanda went after you without thinking much about it.
"It's cold, witchy." You commented as soon as she was close enough, even though you opened your arms for her to wrap hers around you.
Your back was against Nat's truck, and Wanda pressed a little closer to hide her face in your collarbone.
"Where are you going to run off to?" She questions into your skin.
You sigh, one hand caressing her back. "I don't know." You confess quietly. "I wouldn't get to Wakanda with this, but I wasn't feeling very well in there. Having a Christmas meal without him."
Wanda adjusts her face to look at you. "Bucky needs to heal first."
You nod, giving her a sad smile. "I know, but Steve told me they put him back on ice. Until they found out what they were going to do with him. Just the fact that he's there, freezing again... " You look away, sniffling softly. "It reminds me of the past, our time as Winter Soldiers. And It makes me very sad.â You explain softly before sighing. âI know there's nothing we can do to help him now, but it's all so frustrating. I just needed to get out of there for a moment."
Wanda absorbs your words for a moment until she returns to her previous position and smiles as she feels you relax and put your arms around her.Â
She murmurs; "It's a shame we can't go out there. Natasha said this place has beautiful spots to visit."
You snort slightly. "Actually, we could drive somewhere further away. Far from the city." You comment. "We can watch the Aurora Borealis."
Wanda bites her lip for a moment, considering your invitation, until she adds; "Just the two of us?"
You chuckle. "Unless you want to wake up the team..."
"No, I wasn't complaining!" She clarifies quickly, and you start laughing again.Â
She taps you gently on the shoulder to make you stop. "Idiot."
"Your idiot." You hit back with a smirk, and Wanda's heart stops beating for a moment. There's a pause, between exchanging intense glances as you bring your hands to her face, adjusting her hair out of the way. "Don't forget, witchy."
She swallows dryly, her voice hoarse when she speaks: "I won't." She whispers back and you smile before pressing your lips into hers.
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xavier thorpe ; wednesday
pairing: jealous!xavier thorpe x bestfriend!fem!readerÂ
warnings:Â light hearted, extremely cheesy & overplayed crush confession, miscommunication trope at itâs finest (letâs be honest, xavier is somehow great at both communicating and not talking at all), light swearing
request: n/a
summary:Â after telling him that you were asked to the dance at your school in jericho, xavier gets all butthurt.
a/n: I think this takes place after the whole monster situation, but he doesnât like wednesday. also, donât ask how wednesday, xavier, and y/n interact/are connected in all of this, idk either...
character credit: wednesday series
w/c: 1.2k
âI donât even understand why you're being all grumpy right now,â you sigh as you trail behind your bestfriend.Â
Youâre just leaving the Weathervane cafĂŠ and following Xavier towards the woods, meaning youâre probably heading to his little art shack. Everything was going as it usually does â you guys laughing and catching up over your separate drinks â when he suddenly got really quiet and wanted to leave.
âCan you at least tell me whatâs wrong?â
He doesnât even acknowledge your presence anymore, seeming to be in his own head right now.
You glance at his back, his usually tall stature now hunched in on itself. He keeps running his hand through his hair as it falls in his face, which is when you notice that heâs missing the black hair tie that usually sits on his wrist.
Putting a little pep in your step to get beside him, you hold out your own wrist. Upon it lays a hair tie; the same black type that he usually keeps for himself. You started carrying them after noticing how often he sets them down beside him, only to forget doing so and abandoning them altogether.
He halts his movements before glancing at the band adorning your wrist. He stares at it for a few seconds before his gaze trails up at your face, where he stares at you for a few more.Â
You guys are always comfortable around each other, youâve been friends for a while now, so eye contact is not something you struggle withâŚbut there was something different about the way he is currently looking at you. Like heâs analyzing you. Studying you. Looking past what lays upon your expression and trying to survey your thoughts.
You try to hold his stare, but after a bit your face starts to heat up and the moment feels way too intense, so you divert your gaze to your shoes, the tips almost touching the tips of his own.
You hear the soft sigh fall from his lips before you see his retreating steps. After a few seconds, you fall back in line, trailing behind him once again.
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After a few more silent minutes, you reach his art studio. He opens the door for you, though still not looking at you directly, before walking in himself. He immediately finds his closest pencil and sketchbook, making little to no sounds as he sits at his desk and begins scribbling away.
You sit on the stool that accompanies a large painting canvas and watch as he frustratingly works the pencil into the paper, smudging lead with his fingers in an unrecognizable design.
After a while, the silence is almost too much to bear.
âSeriously Xavier, what is wrong with you?â
âEverything apparently,â he said abruptly while slamming down his pencil on the multi-color covered table top, âenough to not even be an option anymore.â
You squint at him, completely distraught by his sudden outburst.
âWhat the actual fuck are you talking about?âÂ
Completely lost about where this attitude even came from, you run back the conversation you were having back at Weathervane: your wellbeing, school, an upcoming dance, the guy who asked you to said upcoming danceâŚ
Bingo.
âAre you mad about me getting asked to a school dance?â You questioned, a hint of accusation to your voice.Â
âYes, okay! Iâm mad you got asked to your little dance at normie school!â Xavier exclaimed, standing up and looking down at you.Â
It takes all but two seconds before you're standing as well, mixed emotions of confusion and anger boiling inside you.
âWhy would you be fucking upset! If anything you should be happy that your best friend is actually liked by someone for once.â You said in an exasperated tone. Why would your closest friend be upset about you finally getting attention from someoneâŚunless he thinks you donât deserve it.
âWell Iâm not fucking happy.â He says while looking you straight in the eyes before sitting back in his chair, placing his elbows on the table and his head in his hands.
âWhy not?â At this point, anything he said would probably end with you in tears, your heart broken, or both.
âBecause I wanted to take you,â he says in a soft voice before running both hands through his hair and turning to face you. âBecause I want to take you,â he reiterates.Â
You gape at him, eyes and lips slightly widened as you find the words to say.Â
To be honest, you have had feelings for Xavier for a while. When you first saw him, you thought he was an attractive guy. His long hair compliments his face so well, who wouldnât? But it wasnât until you started connecting that your feelings for him truly blossomed. You loved his artsy side, he was always surprising you with drawings and paintings he made of you, alongside ones he made simply to impress you with his âbring drawings to lifeâ ability. He was always there to cheer you up if something was upsetting you at school, and he would constantly call or text you to see how youâre doing.
After all that gaping, the only thing you could think to say was âwhy would you want to do that?â
He gave a small chuckle-ish sigh before replying, âhave I not been obvious, because I swear everyone else could see how much I like you except you.â
Thinking back at it now, yeah the man was super obvious, but that doesnât mean you actually believe it..
âSeriously, Y/N. I know Iâm being super obvious in my flirting tactics, but thatâs just because I think you like me back. I mean obviously not if youâre going to a dance with someone else, but I-â
âWho said Iâm going with somebody else?â You cut him off mid rant.
âThe guy-.â
âIf you wouldâve actually let me finish my story instead of getting all jealous and gloomy, you would have heard me say that I didnât even say yes.â You look at him with a slight smirk. âMatter of fact, I donât think I even like anyone fro-â
âI knew it.â
âFrom my school. Xavier you seriously need to let a girl finish her storytimes,â you shake your head and softly laugh before looking back up at him.
The smile youâve come to adore is finally resting upon his face once again.
âSoâŚyou want to take me to the dance,â you tease.
âI do,â he says as if itâs a simple fact.
âAre you gonna ask orâŚ? Because Iâve got other options to weigh if this is gonna take all da-.â
He rushes towards you and envelopes you in a hug, though this one feels different than the ones you usually share.
âWould you allow me the great honor of taking you to your normie school dance?â He finishes as he sets you back upright and grazes his thumb over your cheek.
âI would love to go,â you smile up at him, leaning into his touch slightly.
âWith me though, right? The other dudes are completely out of the picture?â
âOnly with you,â you giggle at his playful antics. âJust you.â
Completely ignoring the story, I am currently obsessed with Xavier Thorpe and my close friends list on Instagram has been suffering with edits for days.
I no longer support Percy Hynes White and will no longer take request for Xavier Thorpe.
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if we were a movie.
pairings: charles leclerc x actress!reader.
faceclaim: zendaya <3
summary: need for speed, out in cinemas feb 31st 2026, follows emma, a coffee shop owner, who falls in love with christopher, a formula one driver. the film's marketing manager decides to take you and your co-stars to the next f1 race where you meet the original inspiration for christopher and maybe, find a love story of your own.
author's note: hi. this was the most voted post on the poll so i hope you enjoy it! don't forget to read until the end so you can vote on the next post! also shout out to ms hannah montana for this banger which inspired the title!
FEEDBACK + REQUESTS. TIP JAR. MASTERLIST. TAGLIST.
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yourusername: days on set with these losers. thank god i get free and unlimited coffee!!!
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nicholasgalitzine: who is that sexy guy in the last pic đ
-> yourusername: taylor đ
user3: yn did they make u cry?? đ
-> yourusername: i laughed so hard i cried đ
user8: if nicholas is supposed to be charles, who is taylor supposed to be? also why is he going blond? charles is a brunet đ
-> user10: evil carlos đ in the original plot, charles gets with emma and to âbring him downâ, carlos exposes the relationship thinking that it would make charles lose goodwill with his fans which would then be bad pr for ferrari. so he does it so that he can be the first driver.
-> user8: thats so insane đ
-> user10: girl its a fanfiction, thatâs why đ also in the published version, they changed charlesâ name to christopher, made him british and gave him blond hair to lessen any comparisons to charles. i mean, there is only one monegasque driver on the grid rn.
-> user8: that makes sense lowkey. also i love blond nicholas so its a win for me!
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needforspeedupdates: our protagonists were at the most recent grand prix in austin! nicholas met with race car driver charles leclerc! <3
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user9: omg did you guys see charles run away from yn??
-> user5: she seemed so hurt omg :(((
-> user7: i thought he had a crush on her? maybe he was being awkward. i know people have done worse in front of their crushes đ¤ˇđźââď¸
-> user5: i know but still. poor yn :(((
user23: last picâŚ.. EIFFEL TOWER WHEN?!
-> user1: i need them both biblically.
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ham1ltonshaderoom: actress and it girl yn yln was spotted out to lunch with formula one star charles leclerc at a brunch cafe in austin. leclerc has formally stated that yln was his celebrity crush many times and witnesses say they spotted them looking âvery cozyâ at lunch. one onlooker said that charles was very âapologeticâ at the beginning but yn had clearly forgiven him by the end of the outing. what do you think ham1ltons?
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user1: yn would be the most iconic wag ever.
-> user7: like come on now. this would be so cute. i can already imagine her fits.
ynhater: as if heâd date her đ
-> user6: as if heâd date YOU đđđ
user5: i think theyâre so cute but itâs probably just a friendship thing. i mean⌠heâs the original person that chris was based off of so itâs probably pr or something.
-> user2: no i agree. 100% pr.
user4: no offence but i just donât see it. i mean⌠heâs not ugly? but itâs yn.
-> user9: ?? and heâs thee charles leclerc. idk why youâre shocked. theyâre both young, famous and attractive.
user34: yn be wary girlâŚ. you know how these athletes be.
user98: charles man⌠how can you date a girl whoâs job it is to kiss other guys lol đ¤˘
user55: but how was her hair blonde before and now itâs brunette?
-> user89: could have been a wig or extensions to get the blonde? this is her natural hair!
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needforspeedupdates: yn was on good morning america to promote the film, which is out this week! she spoke about her forage into formula one. iâll transcribe the clip attached!
interviewer: youâve obviously dipped your toes into formula one before as youâve been friends with lewis hamilton for a while, right?
yn: youâd think so! but i actually hadnât. i was similar to emma in a lot of ways. both of us obsessed with coffee and clueless about motorsports! i did meet up with a friend who promised to teach me more. so thatâs a bonus!
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user7: she HAS to mean charles by the friend. lewis had already been mentioned so she would have said his name.
-> user8: charlesâ rizz is just asking girls if they wanna look at his car.
-> user3: heâs lucky heâs got that pretty face đ
user9: CHARLES WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE đ
-> user1: not him snooping in the likes đđ
charleshater1: how about we ship her with an attractive driver like lewis or carlos. this is disrespectful to her brand.
-> user45: girl SHUT UP đ
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nicholasgalitzine: the feeling when your bestie gets a f1 boyfriend so you have unlimited paddock passes.
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user1: DID HE JUST EXPOSE CHARLESYN đ
-> user2: all those secret meetings and shit only to be exposed by a twink đ
-> user3: he is nawt a twink. heâs too muscular. get your terminology right.
user4: NOOOOOOOOOO PLEASE SAY THIS IS PR
user5: i donât believe this. yn is so notoriously private about her relationships that i doubt sheâd like a post that is exposing her.
user6: i want nicholas, taylor, yn AND charles đ¤ˇđźââď¸
-> user7: this is the kind of greed they warned about in the bible.
taylorzakharperez: yes guys. i am dating an f1 driver. sorry to burst your bubble.
-> landonorris: itâs me :D
-> user8: lando dating taylor is less believable than true famous f1 couple taylor and fernando.
user9: PLEASE SOMEONE JUST TELL ME IF THEYâRE DATING I CANâT DO ALL THIS SPECULATION ANYMOREEEEEE
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ham1ltonshaderoom: bad day for fans of actress yn yln! as she is seen strolling with her alleged boyfriend, f1 driver charles leclerc, in the streets of london. the new couple are very much booâd up after the release of her newest rom com âneed for speedâ that is taking the box office by storm. according to family and friends, the couple is very much âin loveâ and excited to see where the future will take them. how do we feel about this new couple ham1ltons?
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user1: hate them!
user2: LOVE THEM đ
user6: HER HAND AROUND HIS WAIST OMG
-> user7: charles is ynâs wife.
-> user8: STOP IM SO JEALOUS OF HIM
user3: are you sure this isnât just pr? i mean⌠come on now. she does a film about a f1 driver. now sheâs dating one. it could all just be a pr relationship to drum up interest for the film.
-> user4: or⌠they could actually be into each other?
-> user3: i wonât believe it until one of them post about it.
user5: months of speculation but neither of them have said a thing or been at a public event together. i mean⌠nicholas has been at more f1 races than yn đ
user9: lewis is influencing charles already with the cuppa in london.
-> user10: yâknow yn likes a london boy đ
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charles_leclerc: happy birthday to the funniest, prettiest and most incredible girl in the world. thank you for sharing your world with me. i hope to stay with you forever. đ
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user1: OMG ITS OFFICIAL
lewishamilton: so happy for you both! đ
-> charles_leclerc: thank you lewis! wouldnât have been possible without you.
-> user5: 1644 aka MY goats
user2: THIS IS SO CUTE IM JUMPING INTO THE SEA
yourusername: i love you <3
-> charles_leclerc: i love you more.
landonorris: BOO I HATE COUPLES
-> taylorzakharperez: đ
-> landonorris: doesnât apply to us sweetcheeks đ
-> taylorzakharperez: đ
nicholasgalitzine: thank god. tired of being ynâs excuse to attend f1 games.
-> yourusername: you loved it really donât lie.
-> nicholasgalitzine: đ¤đ
maxverstappen1: does this mean the groupchat can be dismantled?
-> charles_leclerc: no :)
-> pierregasly: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
user3: WE WON!!!!
user4: NOOOOO YN PLEASE DATE ME!!!! I CAN DRIVE FAST TOO đđ WHAT DOES HE HAVE THAT I DONT đđđ
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I have this in mind, maybe svt member x reader where they are classmates from college, they are close but not THAT close lol. Until one day they started talking about house prices and how the rent is so expensive, but still with the desire of living alone, so he (maybe hoshi or woozi) proposed that they should find a place together to split rent. It started as a joke, but then they found a really good place and decided to try to live together for at least one semester.
so yeah at first everything is great since both of them are always busy, so they dont really see each other that often around the house.
until it could be that they are sexually frustrated and start a friends with benefits relationship (but in secret, so their circle of friends dont know about it). However, reader always had a big crush on him, but never said anything. idk what else to say
Pairing: college roommate!soonyoung x afab!reader
Genre:Â smut
Word count:Â 5.9k
tags: pwithplot, established friendship, roommate au, friends to fwb, pining, pervert!reader, pervert!soonyoung, mentions of alcohol, mutual masturbation, blowjobs, missionary, doggy, praise kink
Summary: When it comes to the economy and needing a roof to live under, having a roommate is your best option, especially as any desperate college student. When arrangements are made with Soonyoung, a friend you admittedly have a visceral lust for, things take a turn one messy night. Making this arrangement more of an edible arrangement.
author note: so i may have run wild since hoshi posted those thirst trap photos haha. im very proud of the header i made for this. this was something i planned on posting before my unprepared hiatus, and hopefully i'm still in spirits on continuing this. please anticipate more of me and remember that writers love interaction, criticism or not <333
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âThatâs funny, Soonyoungâs looking for a place too.â
You looked over at the man in question to see him mid-feast on a sandwich bigger than his face as it puffed his cheeks full like a common squirrel. âWhy are you looking for a place? I thought you made plans with Seokmin?â
The man struggled to swallow down the larger-than-life bite, barely managing to do without scratching the back of his throat before answering. âHis parents convinced him against it. I shouldâve known heâd back out when he didnât know how to do his own laundry.â
âDo you know how to do your own laundry?â
âI know there are colors and whites, detergent and softenerâIâd figure it out.â
âIâm hearing a noâŚâ
âYoutube exists. How hard could it be? But yeah, Iâm looking for a place.â He set his sandwich aside to lean in closer, washing down any remnants with a swig of his Jihoonâs stolen Coke Zero, who at the moment couldnât be more distracted with Physics paper. âItâs not easy thatâs for sure. A single bedroom is way too much on its own and anything bigger I can barely cover half of.â
âHereâs an idea,â Mingyu suggested like it wasnât on his mind for the fifteen minutes youâve been complaining about being essentially homeless, âWhy donât you guys figure something out together?â
âReally? Me and Soonyoung?â
Your counterpart couldnât help the offense washing over his face. âWhatâs wrong with me?â
âI donât know if youâd be a good roommate.â
âWhat makes you roommate of the year?â
You rolled your eyes. âWeâve known each for what, a semester and a half, and I donât know what your living habits are. Iâve basically lived alone all my life with my parents working all the time. How do I know you wonât push all the housework on me?â
Scoffing, his lips twisted up in a cocky smile. âYouâre looking at the flail youngest of two who did almost a decade of housework for a hundred dollar allowance for a week. I donât waste Pinesol, I hand wash dishes, and I keep my 50 pairs of shoes neatly out of the doorway and in pristine condition.â
âYou can do all that and not operate a washing machine?â
âThe buttons and colors confuse me.â
âSo,â Mingyu interrupted again, âHow about it? Sounds like you guys a both a little desperate. The housing market isnât getting any lower.â
âI guess you donât sound all to bad to live with then,â You replied with a tinge of a tease.
âWhat do you bring to the table?â Soonyoung interjected.
âDiscounts for food at my work, a Netflix account, a pack of scrub daddies, and a decent amount of disposable income for half an average month's rent and fun stuff if we ever get bored. Down?â
Soonyoung stroked his chin as if to think, but his head, the deal sounded as good as it can get. If he was being honest, he was desperate, but after the berating, he couldnât let you know that. âAdd in some salon-quality shampoos and conditioners and we have a deal.â
You groaned. âFine, for a semester for now, but youâre getting laundry stuff and learning how to use the machines.â
You hadnât expected to be apartment shopping with Soonyoung looking like a pair of newlyweds, but here you were doing exactly that. There wasnât anything particular about him that bothered you, (except maybe the harboring attraction you had for him since freshman orientation that you blanketed over with over argumentative banter and an aloof attitude when he was around).
But as far as you knew, you were morning and night. Sure, youâve gotten along in social situations, but you knew how drastically different your lives were. When you arenât working, you were a homebody and heâd bring bodies home. He lived differently than you did to put it plainly.
And perhaps the idea of waking up with him every morning possibly shirtless and/or naked frankly made you both terrified and aroused all at once.
The moment you shook his hand to agree, you were already feeling some regret, but hey, maybe thatâll actually do you some good. Maybe youâll finally get over this school crush on this unattainably hot guy after seeing how disgusting he is leaving his underwear and socks in every corner of the place. Itâs inevitable things can only go down from here, right? Right?
âA few ground rules should be in order.â
Soonyoung nodded, putting away the remainder of the edible arrangement gifted to you by your collective friends in the fridge. âLike what?â
âChores should be switched off every week so we know how to handle all types at all times, but we do our own laundry. No exceptions. Dinner is a group effort. If we get takeout, always tell the other at least an hour in advance and costs are split. Groceries are bought biweekly with a set budget.â
âStrict, but ok. Iâll do my best to follow them. Anything else?â
You were reluctant to bring up this last one. You cleared you through, taking a second to properly form the words before letting them out. âIf we have someone that weâre getting involved with, itâs either done at their place or in an empty apartment with plenty of notice.â
Soonyoung canât help but bust out a wide and perfect grin, crossing his arms seeing the timid expression on your face. âFine. Iâll make sure when I have sex with someone, itâs under those guidelines.â
âHa, thanks,â You awkwardly respond, âIâll abide the same.â
His eye narrowed at you dubiously. âWait, youâll actually get around?â
âWhy are you doubting me?â
He chuckled, shrugging smooth broad shoulders through his black sleeveless tee. âYou just donât really seem about that. Thereâs nothing wrong with it, butââ
âYou donât know every detail of my intimate life so butt out.â
His arms rose up in defense, nodding along. âAlright, okay. If thatâs all, I have a few rules of my own.â
âOkay. Have at it.â
He mused to himself for a few seconds. âBathroom schedule: first come first serve.â
You nodded, easy enough.
âAt a few hours of the day, the living room becomes an at-home gym when needed.â
Okay, that one had a little kick to it. âAlright.â
âAnd we have a safe word.â
You blinked back at him, heart pounding a little louder than it should, legs clenching as if they were being pried apart, and sweat burning the temple of your forehead with the unnecessarily dirty thoughts running through your mind. âA w-what?â
âA safe word,â he repeated as a matter of fact, âa word we can use when thereâs conflict and something wrong and we just completely stop what weâre doing.â He grinned a little. âItâs not just for sex you know.â
You shoved him, earning his chuckle. âI know that, jerk. But fine, what do you suggest?â
ââŚTiger.â
âHow did I know thatâs what youâd say?â
âBecause weâre good friends.â
âHow about âhamsterâ?â
He frowned. âNo.â
âBut look how effective that was.â
For the most part, things went smoothly. It helped that things got busy and tasks barely needed to get done with the exception of laundry. You saw each other more in your friend group gatherings than at home in your shared arrangement, and despite everyone knowing you live together, neither of you made it a point to make a big deal about it, even if everyone else does.
The countless times you had to fight Seokmin, Jeonghan, or Jihyo about the possibility of something developing between you and your new roommate romantically pained you with their inaccuracy. It seemed left and right thatâs all everyone could talk about since it was arranged. It seemed as if there was nothing better up for discussion. Soonyoung dealt with it all the same, being constantly asked what kind of nefarious doings are being done behind closed doors that no one knows about. It always came as a disappointment when it was broken towards them that nothing was happening and that nothing ever will.
Even to you. Surprising enough.
If you learned anything from living with Soonyoung, it was harder than you expected it to be, especially with a still festering crush that is only developing into something almost tangibly heart-wrenching and stomach churning. It seemed to have taken a turn for the worse when Soonyoung started to take advantage of the home gym more due to the massive heatwave in town.Â
The damn pull up bar.
Youâve only realized the time youâve wasted after hearing the kettle whistle you put out apparently ten minutes ago. Your mind was too clouded by the flex of his biceps lifting his body in the air. Or the contracting and releasing of his shoulders that were lightly misted by perspiration. Or were too preoccupied with wanting to lick off the veins of the poor manâs lower abdomen. Or thinking about what those arms could do flinging you upside aâ
âOh, early class?â
âUh, yeah. Thereâs a lot more traffic today, so I'm getting there earlier than usual.âÂ
His feet landed on the ground with a thud and he grabbed a towel to wipe over the sweat that was making his body glisten like glaze on a smooth buff donut. âIâm guessing you have no time for breakfast then?â
âUnfortunately,â you respond, quickly pouring your tea into your thermos before getting to your shoes, âI was gonna grab something at the Starbucks on campus after.â
âHere.â He tossed something from a box behind him and watched as you flimsily caught it from the front door.
âOh.â A protein bar, a good one from your experience of raiding his side of the pantry. âThanks.â
âAnd cancel all previous engagements. Dinnerâs on me tonight.â
You squinted at him, âWhy?â
âWeâll have something nice for once tonight,â he grinned, âbe home at 8 tonight.â
Soonyoungâs plan for dinner was a free courtesy of Mingyu who found a nice little gig as a sous chef in a trendy place uptown. The whole circle celebrated together and you only got around to knowing after Soonyoung kept you updated on news knowing youâd be too busy to look at the giant groups chat youâre in. You shouldâve been appreciative. That shouldâve been your first instinct, notâŚentitlement. Not envious of him making eyes and flirting with the waitres. Not embarrassment for expecting something more from his brazen invite to dinner with you.
So, by then youâve had a bit to drink. Okay, a lot to drink. Just enough to drink to have you stumbling on the center dance floor that garnered the attention of prying eyes. At that moment, nothing really mattered. You knew where lines lie, but lines eventually blur.
One second, youâre alone swaying to Britney Spearsâ âtoxicâ, another second, Seungcheolâs crotch is up against your ass. It was a nice sentiment since you were definitely craving a bit of attention tonight, although you werenât sure if you could look your friend in the eye again after that. Fortunately for you, it only got so far until a shapeless, but familiar, body pulled you away from the scene, forcibly putting you away in a bright yellow car. With your many failed protests, they managed to reach the footsteps of your building and finally reached for keys in their front pockets to open up your apartment.
âHold still. PleaseâŚGod, I am not sober enough for this.â
âSoonyoungâŚ.â You whined like a lost child.
He gripped you tighter by the arm to lock you in place, preventing you from falling. He was used to being taken care for and the grass was not greener on the other side. He has a lot of people he needs to apologize to. âAlmostâŚokay, okay. Iâm in. Go. Go shower and sober yourself up.â
You tugged him at the wrist, pulling him towards you. âShower with meâŚâ
He scoffed, a smug smile forming on his face. âYou have no idea what youâre saying. Go before I make you, and I really donât wanna have to make you.â
âFineeeâŚâ
Logic flew out the window tonight. Not paying it a second thought, you began stripping yourself of your clothes in the middle of the living room, from socks to immediately your shirt. Soonyoungâs eyes nearly shot out of his skull as he scrambled to cover you in your abandoned shirt before it almost hit the ground.
âUndress in the bathroom please.â Even in your intoxicated state, you could feel the tension of his muscles brush against your back, causing the heat to creep up on your skin.
You let yourself melt into him giggling, turning your head back to meet his cautious eyes. âMaybe youâd like to help with that.â
You can see the bit of shock in his eyes, fluttering back to something more composed once he internally reminded himself this was the ramblings of a drunk person. âYou really donât know what you're saying.â He then pushed you inside the restroom, holding the door by its knob, âShower and brush your teeth. Iâm not letting you out until Iâm sure youâre done.â
âSoonyoungâŚâ
âPlease, just do it.â
Eventually, he finally convinced you to do as he asked and he hears the shower running, but a mere second later a thud follows. You busted out in a fit of pain, slipping on the already wet floor and immediately your roommate comes running in concerned. âWhat happened?â
He turned his head the second he processed your fallen body on the ground was bare naked. Shower water poured down on your head, drenching you from head to toe, and glistening your body like a wet dream. Your eyes lit up at him in a timid demure, barely covering your intimate parts with your arms and hands. He coughed dramatically, pinching himself to find restraint, and repeated his quarry of concern with avoidant eyes before you pointed out the obvious, âI fell.â
âHold on to the rails, thatâs what theyâre for,â he groaned.
âSorry.â
He sighed, slightly glancing. âDo you need help?â
You shook your head even when he wasnât looking. âNo, I think Iâm good.â
âGood. Just be careful and tell me when youâre done.â
And youâre alone again.
You pulled yourself up from your pathetic state and then the warm water run through your features, letting out a loud sigh. You finished up the best you could, ridding yourself of a night full of grime. Grabbing a towel on the rack, you wrapped it around your damp nude before letting Soonyoung know from the other side of the door. He finally let you free from his handmade prison before watching you go scurry to your bedroom in a concoction of drunken embarrassment.
You muttered to yourself scoldings for letting something like that happen, clenching your legs together in bed the moment you hear his round of shower hit the tiles through the thin walls. A groan unexpectedly sounds off abundantly clear, and your shameless thoughts take action while heâs preoccupied.Â
Still naked, you let the towel fall to the ground and you crawl under the sheets of your bed, not caring in the slightest about your hair getting your pillows wet. Your hands slowly trail down to your chest, ghosting over your skin until the pads of your fingers finally found whatâs between your legs. You moaned at your self-discovery. Filming your fingers with your filthy arousal, a smile derived from self-indulgence shaped on your face. There you let your fingers slide between your folds and you shudder.
Meanwhile, Soonyoung couldnât get your image out of his head. The glimpse alone was enough to make him think of you in compromising positions. Lips around his angry stiff cock, your tongue sliding against the veins of his shaft. Heâd then hear the wet suction, the vibrations of your mouth humming around his skin, moaning his name like the perfect dessert you were. He groaned again to himself, pressing his length against his abdomen, not thinking youâd hear.
But you do. In fact, itâs so coherent, it makes you wet enough seep past your thighs, trailing down your legs. Your fingers plunged in you deeper while the palm of your hand rubbed against the shape of your clit. Your hips heave up from the mattress, pressing deeper into your palm as the image of Soonyoungâs face stayed a constant in your intoxicated head.
Soonyoung could hear your moans through it all, even if you didnât think they did, and you only further fed his imagination. He braced against the wall behind him, thrusting into his fist with gritted teeth. The squeeze he had on his girth was merciless and all he had to rid of his overwhelming sin. In his head, you batted your pretty eyes back him, trailing your hands over his body, mouth gaping that looked ready to be filled one way or another. He threw his head back, whispering your name softly. âOh, babyâŚyou look so good swallowing my cock.â
You felt tears soak your eyes, swallowing a desperate breath.âMmh, fuckâŚjust like that pleaseâŚâ
âGonna fuck your pretty pussyâŚâ His thrusts roughly pulled himself at his base, clenching the life around it.
âYouâre so deep, fuck, you feel so goodââ
âYouâre gonna make me cumââ
âShit, Iâm gonna cumââ
âShitââ
âShitââ
Simultaneously, you both were freed of your tension, a sudden release of breath escaping your lungs. The spilled cum fell at Soonyoungâs feet, melting in the heat of the water before it followed down the drain, while you fell slumped in bed in your own filth. You lazily reached out for your towel to clean the rest of the mess, tore away your dirty sheets, and settled into a tired slumber.
Soonyoung, overwashed with shame, hung his head down as he quietly cursed to himself. He shut off the shower head and reached for his towel. He finally concludes this evening, having taken a load off. There wasnât much left on his mind that night, only teh thought of wanting it to be over.
The morning comes sooner than you realize and you find yourself at the mercy of a shirtless Soonyoung like most mornings, except this time he wasnât doing pull-ups. Instead, he walked to you, a vigor to his stride and he decidedly met your eyes, while you were still focused on his body.
âYouâre not very good at hiding things,â he said with a knowing smile.
âSoonyoungââ
âShould I just give you what you want? Should I fuck the shit out of you until all I can hear is my name?â
An answer was caught in the tightness of your throat when he lifted you off the ground and instinctively made you wrap your legs around his bare torso. The heat of his body is all you could focus on until he planted you flat on your kitchen counter, parting your legs to reveal the sudden bareness beneath your oversized t-shirt.
He licked his lip, tensing up his abdomen excitedly before he found home between your thighs. Your fingers threaded through his hair, crying out in soft breaths, and pulling his head back to meet his pretty eyes glossed over with lust.Â
He mumbled into your skin, specifically one thing. And he said it over again and over again. Unable to make out what he says, you asked him to repeat it more clearly. It was then he rose up to the surface, a sticky sweet sheen of your arousal in his lips before he drew them close to your ear. His breath fanned your skin, shivers running down your spine, and finally what he says makes sense.
âWake up.â
Your eyes ripped open like the ground beneath you shouldâve. You ran a hand over your face, groaning at your own dismay. âWhat the actual fuckâŚâ
It took a minute for you to pull yourself out of bed, groggy and with a raging headache to blow over throughout the day, only to be met with nearly an identical circumstance you met in your dream. Your roommateâs bare back stared back at you as brightly as the morning sun. You shrunk back at the reminder of your dream, walking on eggshells towards him to reach the fridge. âMorning.â
Soonyoung coughed on his water recognizing your presence, timidly greeting you back.
âPlans today?â You asked.
He nodded, âYeah, classes in the afternoon.â
The silence couldnât be more deafening.
âYou.â
âYeah, me too. Will be back at home at 9 after work.â
âCool.â
âCool.â
And soon you parted, embarrassed that encountered ever happened.
The rest of the day, there was much of seeing each other like most days, but this particular instance felt there was more of a reason to it. Even when it came around to your mutually available time at lunch, you made the extra effort not to run into him. How could you?
After making a pass on him and making the half-conscious decision of touching yourself to him while he was in the shower?
Youâd be insane to go about things as if they were normal. They werenât.Â
When you came home that night, he was home like he always was, yet nowhere in sight. You knew he was home when you noticed his bike locked up where it normally was and shoes placed at the front of the door. You were tempted to call out his name but refrained when you reminded yourself you were yet ready for that confrontation yet.
Unfortunately for you, you didnât have a choice in the matter as Soonyoung seemed to be already walking out of his room, shocked to see you actually home despite it being the time you said youâd be home by. âHeyâŚâ
âHey.â You let your stuff down before heading to the kitchen. âDid you eat yet?â
âUh, yeah. I got pizza with a few Chan and Seungkwan.â
âCool. Iâm just gonna make myself something real quick.â
âAlright.â
âDid you need something?â
âHmm?â
You pointed to his door. âYou came out of your room.â
âRight,â he quickly scanned the floor before claiming nearly finished bottle of water on the couch's corner table. âW-water. I got thirsty.â
Obviously, it was an excuse, but you werenât going to point it out with your lack of backbone. âOkay, well, Iâm out here if you need anything.â
âYeah. Okay.â
Before he retreated back to the room, a halt was squeezed out of your throat, catching him in his eager steps. He turned to you with unfocused eyes, hard swallowing in an attempt to calm himself down. âWhat is it?â
âI need to get this off my chest. YesterdayâŚIâm really sorry for everything yesterday.â
He sighed. Thatâs what all that was? âItâs fine. Donât worry about it.â
âAlso. Shit, um. I donât know why Iâm saying this because it's not like it matters. Well, it does a little bit. It could totally come off wrââ
âHey,â he interrupted, âI doubt itâs as big a deal as your making it out to be, and Iâm okay with not knowing.â
âBut you should know actually.â You steadily approached him, letting out an exaggerated exhale. âYesterday, you were showering and I donât know what got over me. Well, I was drunk, so I guess there was that bit. Anyway, I heard you, you know, and I guess Iââ
âTouched yourself when I was in the shower?â
You shut your eyes, preparing yourself for the worst. âOkay, weâre getting right into it, but yeah. It just felt weird not telling you, I justââ
âYou knew I was masturbating?â
âWell, yeah? It was obvious if Iâm being honest. Not the point. I invaded your privacy and indulged in it. I donât know, maybe itâs been a while sinceâŚI just want to apologize.â
âFor what, overhearing me whack myself off,â he took a step closer, eyes a lot like your dream meeting yours, âor for cumming to the thought of me?â
You breathed out through your nose. In and out. Your eyes for the life of you could not stay steady. âB-both?â
âIf weâre being honest here, I should come clean too, shouldnât I?â
Your hand steadied on the couch, almost letting the force of gravity pull you down along with your sanity, but tried maintaining eye contact as if that would change the dynamic even a little bit. âAbout what?â
Soonyoung finally found the humor in the situation to smile, one that caused the stagger in your step. âAbout how your face would come up when I touched myself in the shower.â
âSoonyoungââ
âYou can be mad at me, but I won't be mad at you for doing the same thing I did. I donât regret it because that was the best orgasm Iâve had in monââ
You silenced his lips with your own, launching you into him until all you felt was the heat of his furnace of a body. His hands claimed the small of your back before pressing your curves into his hollows. He received your lips feverishly, moving against you as if in heated debate, and crashed your body into the furniture closest to you.Â
âDidnât know you were this eager,â he mumbled, âyou should've told me.â
Your hand gripped his hair, your teeth taking his bottom lip between and pulling, emitting illicit whines that filled your stomach with warmth. Your leg propped to his side, embracing him hungrily there wasnât even space to breathe. His hips knocked back into you, his bulge grinding against your clothed heat as he arched you over the back of the couch.
âYouâre a bit mean. I like that.â He giggled.
âShut up,â you mumbled.
âMay I remind you, you kissed me.â
âAnd I can back out right this second.â
âOh, but we canât have that,â he utilized his upper strength to lift you off the ground looped tightly around his torso, a gasp leaving your lips. You reunite with his eyes that are now leveled with yours. Youâve looked into them before but it shocked you with how dark they are, how earnest they look. âYou see it, don't you? How much I want you? I see it in your eyes too.â
âT-this a tactic you use on all people you sleep with?â
He shook his head. âJust you, and only because I really want you.â
Your hand planted against his cheek, the curve of your palm hugging his jaw. His breath hitches from the mere tenderness in your eyes. His body has ever only told him he was you carnally and raw, but that gaze. If he would just bottle that gaze and show off like a trophy.
Your hand crawled over to the nape of his neck, there your digits ran up his hair, pushing him innately close to yours, and you whispered cautiously, âWe can never tell the others.â
âIâll take this to my grave if itâs what you want.â
You nodded. âGood boy.â
He transported you to his room, dropping you on his mattress with him to follow. Your lips stay glued together a perfect mold, tongue clashing in a union that youâve only even dreamt of having. Soonyoung only briefly pulled away to reveal his torso. He was firm, flushed to the touch, and heaving under the heat of your palm.
You gasped as he pressed his body against your touch, smiling against your skin as he asked if you liked what you were seeing. All you could do was nod, somehow lost in the trance that you never wanted to escape. His mouth took your neck, roaming starved as his hands undressed you down to your underwear.
âGod, youâre gorgeous.â He slipped you out from your sleeves and made skin contact. Chest to chest, waist to waist, hips to hips. You sense his want through touch alone and for once being wrong felt so incredibly right. What a relief to know, he felt what you did. âI never wanted someone this badly before.â
âSoonyoungâŚâ
He nipped your neck, teeth scratching against your skin. âYou say my name like that, Iâll have no choice but to ruin you. Be careful around me. Or donât. Iâd show you a good time either way.â
âYouâreâmmpâsuch aâŚahâs-sweet talker.â You could hardly talk back. He made love to your skin as if heâd done it before, touching every pressure of your body like a skilled lover, both attentively yet without remorse.
âIâm only saying what Iâve been thinking. Like how desperate I am to feel myself between your thighs.â He tugged down your underwear to your feet and let the fall to the ground, allowing your legs to hook around him. âOr how your lips taste like caramel coffee, the candy you eat every time you need a âpick me up.ââ
âYou pay attention to that?â You asked, fiddling over the button of his pants.
âI donât make an effort to, I just do.â He found your hands, aiding you in your efforts, soon you heard the sound of fabric hitting the floor. He held your gaze still, guiding your hand over his hard cock, taking from the base up to the shaft. You swallowed memorizing his shape, his length, his weight. There was so much you wanted to be able to share with this part of him alone. âNow itâs your turn to pay attention to me.â
Your lips stretched over your cheeks. âWhat makes you think I donât?âÂ
You trace over something particular with your other hand, something that bulges at you even with his pants on. You lifted yourself to sit up, folding your calves behind your thighs. Stroking his length with one hand, you admire your veins leading down his lap with the other. âIâll have you know, my patience is admirable. It took a lot within me to blatantly ignore these pretty veins you have on your stomach.â
âSomeoneâs never called them that before,â he chuckled, âno oneâs even acknowledged them before.â
âI guess no oneâs been privileged enough to see them as often as I do. Lucky me.â You thumbed over the blue, scrapping over its stroke as you lowered your head and your lips wrapped around the head. You covered his underside, tugging your lips around him, and watching his jaw drop lower when you began covering more of his length.
âIâm the lucky one,â he acknowledged, his hand dropping to the crown of your head before caressing the length of your hair. âYou should see how good you look sucking my dick right now. Iâm never gonna see this image without wanting to cum on the spot.â
You steadied yourself at his hips, tongue gliding over the underside, and you hugged your cheeks tighter around his girth. Eyes fluttered back at him, and you wretched to take more of him, already felt him hit the back of your throat. When you heard him moan, it fed you more encouragement, giving your best efforts to fit all of him. You coughed at the tightness in your throat but remained resilient. The vicious substance of your saliva coated him from tip to base as your hand stroked him repeatedly, pushing him deeper into you until your vision grew weary.Â
Soonyoung told you to take it slow, stroking the back of your head with a gentle hand. You inhaled him for as long as you could, the sounds of your efforts growing dim the deeper he made it past your mouth. Ultimately, tears ran down your cheeks, oxygen cut from your airways, and you felt no choice but to pull him out, resting his cock between your fingertips as you gasped for breath.
That breath was quickly stolen when Soonyoung dived in to claim it, his body caging yours. His weight against yours was comforting, enticing, addicting. He moaned your name sweetly like a song, and it filled your stomach with embers of desire. âYouâre so hotâŚIâd make you do that again if I wasnât worried about killing you.â
You pathetically scoffed in an attempt to cover up discomfort. âThat? Pff, Iâm fine.â
He grinned, kissing you long and deep. âYouâre so cute when you lie. Iâll make sure to return the favor now.â
Pulling at your thighs, he dragged them towards him, barely touched your eager heat, and his twitch urging you to pull him close. He leaned over somewhere behind you to tear open a condom, rolling it over himself. As he drew closer, so did you, feeling the inviting head of his cock glide over your wet cunt, you trembled in thought. Soonyoung, justâ
âPut it in me.â
âNow, now. Iâm not going anywhere,â he smiled cheekily.
âSoonyoung,â You whined.
Your impatience is rewarded when he plunged himself in slowly, but completely, embracing the stretch of your walls as he filled you out. âSoâŚneedy...â
His initial thrust is deep, strong, and then he landed another, quickly adjusting to the plush of your pussy. You held your thighs back to your chest, and spread your legs wide for him. Your pretty lips werenât shy with praising him, asking him for more of his pretty cock, and earning just as you ask. âYouâre mind-numbing, shitâŚwhat a good fucking pussyâŚâ
âYour cockâs so g-good in meâŚyou feel so good inside me, SoonyoungâŚâ
âFuck, say my name like that again.â
He flipped you on your stomach, pressing his fingers into your as he found his pace from behind you, ramming into you until your cunt has tasted every inch of his cock. You gasped as his hand maneuvered you to push back against him, like a toy to be played with he used every bit of you, your energy, your sexuality, and he embraced it. You felt amazing.Â
âSoonyoung, IâmâahâIâm gonna cum.â
âYouâre gonna cum around my cock? Hmm? Is that it? My cock fucking you that good?â
You bit into his cheeks nodding, in the urge to respond before the wave of arousal crashed into you. You were clenching your stomach as his name came in tidal waves, grinding towards him to prologue the high. Loudly, you cursed, balling the sheets underneath you into fists.Â
Soonyoung nodded proudly, the shaky view of your body trembling beneath him fuels his ego and itâs not long before he orgasms, filling the condom until it nearly burst. He pulled out of you finally, quickly discarding the trash before he joined you in bed, hugging your fatigued body to his side and there was silence. Only silence.
And breathing. Mainly Soonyoungâs. And that went on for a good fifteen minutes until someone spoke again.
âIâm glad I waited for that.â
You looked up at your roommate curiously, the smile on his face felt warmer every time you saw it. âWhat was that?â
He met your gaze, hand softly moving over your hair. âI feel like Iâve gotten closer to you. I always wanted that.â
âReally?â
He nodded, planting a chaste kiss on your forehead. âWho knew sex would make us closer friends?â
Your body ran cold, in the distance you could hear the shattering of glass far off from reality. You stayed frozen under his touch as he embraced you closer to his naked body, hooking his chin over your neck. âWe should do this again. I wouldnât mind getting used to this.â
Thatâs what you were scared of. Getting used to this. To this arrangement. To the sensation of his cock inside you. To the sense that itâd never be more than you hoped it would be. Youâd never have Soonyoung be yours, but you knew somehow youâd always be his.
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Idk if youre open for requests but ignore this if you are sweets!
James Vowles fic where his wife is a famous super model and its her first time on the paddock and everyone is like, youre married to him??? Im down bad im sorryđ
A/N: He's out of his timeout.....for the time being also reader is Adriana Lima type famous for models, also major girl crush on her, damn
"I'm sorry, you're who?" The guard gawks as you smile back, you were used to this but honestly a little irked he thought you were far to good for your husband.
"I'm Y/n Vowles, James Vowles wife." The guard makes a noise of disagreement and shakes his head. "Okay, um sure," He lets you through and you wave as you walk through the paddock. Stopping to let fans take pictures but some just stare in shock.
Of course you get stopped by reporters and answer there questions. "So, why are you here Y/n, we had no idea you're a fan of F1?" The reporter asks you just keep your smile on your face. "My husband James Vowles is the team principle for Williams." You smile, loving when you get to gush about him.
"Seriously?" The reporter quickly covers their mouth and tries to make up for what they said but you just give them a tight lip smile and tell them to enjoy the race and walk off. Williams comes into view and you get giddy as you've been busy in Paris for Paris Fashion Week and James with traveling the world.
Walking in, people obviously stare, but you ignore them and make your way to your husband's office smiling. "Knock knock, is there a Mr. James-" You get cut off as James moves quick and pulls you into a hug and closes the door. Giggling you hug him back and take a deep breath of his cologne and relax, feeling at home.
"Did you have trouble getting in?" He pulls back, kissing you gently and you shake your head yes. "I'm world famous, so of course I had trouble, but no one would believe me that I was married to you, kept saying you shot out of your league," You pout, having always hated when people said this.
Because too you, you're the one who traded up. You found this wonderful, smart, loving, man who loved spoiling you and didn't treat you differently because of your job. Some guys don't like it when you model different clothes, or had built your career off of wearing lingerie.
If anything James loved it, and not in a weird way, in way that made you proud and not self-conscious, he made you feel powerful and loved when he got to see you walk the runway, he's your biggest supporter.
"Well it's-" No it's not," You stop him, making James chuckle and nod his head pulling you back into a hug. "It's not true, if anything, I'm the one that traded up." You whisper, James smiles kissing your forehead.
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itâs so sad to me that nico like never learned how much percy tried to help him yk
like percy literally rounded up his closest friends after being the only one to find out nico was the son of hades and decided to at least try to give nico a chance to live his life when the kid literally just tried to kill him, his sister just died, and through everything percy knows hates his guts - like he took all that info and decided to make a suicide pack with his closest friends in order to protect nico when giving nico the prophecy wouldâve been the most logical and honestly understandable thing to do
like genuinely do ppl realise how EASY it wouldâve been to just give the prophecy to nico his ONLY living relative (other than hades) just DIED they couldâve been like âlisten you take this prophecy give it 6 years youâll be dead with your sister and literally everyone else you know and youâll be a hero for itâ instead even though percy has an entire life, people who love and care for him, and a future wife infront of him he takes it upon himself to DIE in 3-4 years how fucking BONKERS is that
he also almost abandons a WHOLE OTHER QUEST putting himself and annabeth in danger just bc dumbass nico is out doing god knows what in the labyrinth and ends up getting caught (he was doing smth iâm being dramatic but still)
could you imagine being percy your going to war (and from your perspective youâre going to die in the next week or so after methodically doing everything in your power to keep this other random kid who you think hates you from suffering that fate) that kid comes up to you with a plan so you trust him just do be stabbed in the back bc that kids father wants him to be the prophecy child even tho youâve been mentally preparing yourself to die for the past like 3 years?? id jump that kid too if he randomly came into my deep dark prison cell trying to break me out and then shun him after all that
like i read the way nico talks abt percy and he just seems bitter all the time heâs like âpsh percy and his fake friendship what a dweeb canât believe i had a crush on THAT guyđâ like youâd be dead if it wasnât for his friendship gay boy
i want like 5 years into the future annabeth is sitting with nico one day and is like âlol yeah i remember that one time percy made us all pinky promise to keep you safe and we all thought he was dumb bc you hated him sm but he really just wanted you to have a good life and now look at you!! :)â and nico to slow turn to her ââŚwhatâ
like to this day i get that nico was mad at percy for not protecting bianca and bc of his internalized homophobia or whatever but why not hate on the actual people who sent her on that quest rather than a random kid you just met who said heâd try WHICH HE ACTUALLY DID DO and not idk literally any adult figure who sent her into the fire to begin with
i just want nico to realise that percy is simply just a boy who literally wanted nothing to do with any of this and was trying his best to free nico of that same burden sigh (;_;)
like those two are the fattest example of a miscommunication held together by misunderstood betrayal
disclaimer this is obv dramatic and the prophecy definitely doesnât work like that but like think abt it ok
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your jason todd hcs are sooooo good omg!!! do you have any hcs specifically for when he has a crush on the reader, like how he might act, specifically if the reader is oblivious and really doesnât think that sheâs his type / thinks heâs joking if he says anything flirty?
When They're In Love - Jason Todd (Crush Edition)
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~ Fem terms + Pet names used for reader.
~ You can find part one of these hcs here, and part two here.
~ You can find more of my works here.
~ These can be read as a sort of part three/prequel kinda.
~Fic at the end.
~ Tw for : Blood, Knives, Needles, Vomit. (All slight)
~Thank you for asking! Hope you enjoy, sorry this took so long :(
You would never know that Jason has a crush on you.
For the most part, he wont talk to you any differently than he will anyone else.
Maybe he won't jokingly insult you, or be super sarcastic around you, but I think that's kind of as far as he'd go.
Unless you're a close friend or family member, you'd probably have no clue he had a crush based on the way he talks to you.
But the little actions and things he does for you are so obvious.
He's the type to hold open doors for you, all the while staring other people dead in the eye as it shuts in their face.
He somehow always just "randomly" has your favorite snack on hand, or a whole collection of books by your favorite author.
I think he'd be touchy, unless he knows you don't like being touched.
If you like or don't mind it, he'd have his arm constantly thrown over your shoulder, always be leaning against you, always resting a hand on your hip.
If you're shorter than him, he does that super annoying thing where he rests his elbow on your head.
He is so lame omg.
But bc he's kinda like this with everyone, no one would fault you for not understanding his hints.
He's like the opposite though.
You said hi to him this morning? You must be in love with him.
You smiled at him today instead of Dick? He's already planning the wedding.
What's that? You said he smells nice? Have his babies. (If you can/want to)
Our delusional king.
He doesn't think you don't get his flirting.
He'd think you're fully aware and are flirting back.
Again, our delusional king.
You probably won't get it until something really serious happens and he comes to you instead of Bruce or Roy.
He'd probably try to get into things you're interested in.
Listens to all your favorite songs, reads your favorite books, etc.
And he's not subtle about it bc he is in fact, a loser.
He'll recommend a song by your favorite artist and then be like "idk why but this just reminded me of you lol"
LOSER. Can you guys tell i'm a big believer in the "jason todd is secretly a massive loser" agenda? Cuz I am. :|
And then he listens when you go on rambles about how great the things you like are and how much they mean to you.
I said he'll do things just to hear you talk about them, and I think he'd do that when he has a crush on you too.
He just loves your voice and likes hearing you talk.
He smiles at you so softly when he thinks you aren't looking.
You could be bumming out and he'll look at you with heart eyes like yeah, future spouse right there.
I don't think he'd be a big user of social media, but if you were, he'd get a whole account just to like and comment of your pictures.
user94820860038466 commented: You look very pretty in this picture.
Comments like an old man bc he has very little understanding of the internet.
He'd probably help you take pictures and fight with other people in your comment section if they're too down bad or creepy.
He doesn't strike me as the jealous type bc once again, he's so delusional he pretty much already thinks you're dating.
Nicknames nicknames nicknames.
Calls you so, so many nicknames.
Angel, doll, sweetheart, maybe even babe.
He constantly talks about you when you aren't there.
Lian and Roy know so much about you before they even meet you.
He'd do anything for you.
The store is actually about a mile in the other direction, but yeah he can get you your favorite drink.
He does not like that food at all and the owner of the store despises him, but he will not return to you empty handed best believe.
He was actually going to wear that hoodie today, but it looks so much better on you you should keep it!
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It's just like every other night in Gotham City. It's cold, and wet, and it smells like smoke and garbage that's been left out in the sun.
The only barrier between you and the chilled, musty air outside is a single sheet of glass; the fire escape window of your fifth floor apartment. It's comforting. The glass is, of course, bulletproof, and the seal around the sill is tight, so no gases ever manage seep in. It pays to have a decent landlord, especially in Gotham.
It's funny, but you really never think about that window. You mostly keep it shut and locked, except in the summer, when you can smell your neighbor in the building next door cooking all types of delicious aromatic dishes, or when it's just too hot and you decide the risk of heatstroke is greater than the risk of airborne psychosis. It never occurs to you just how well it keeps you safe, just how well it keeps things out.
It occurs to Jason, though. In fact, it's the only thing on his mind as he's gripping his side, frantically trying to prevent too much blood from seeping out of his body.
He'll probably chastise himself later for not being more gentle or respectful, but he's lost too much blood to be thinking straight. With his free hand, he bangs on your window, praying that you're A) at home, and B) not listening to music. He's not too worried about the first one, he knows you never leave your lights on when you're away, but the second one, he's not too sure about.
He bangs, and bangs, and bangs on the glass, a loud, thunk thunk thunk thunk thunk that immediately rouses your from your sleep. You jump up from your spot on the couch, an open book falling from your lap as you dart into your room to grab the knife Jay gave you for protection, before returning to your living room, keeping your back to the wall.
You hold the blade in front of you, nervously gripping the hilt as you listen to the banging, making sure to stay just out of sight as you cautiously creep closer and closer to the noise. It isn't until the banging dies down that you finally get close enough to see the cause.
You gasp at the sight, dropping the knife and trying to tug the window open, before mentally yelling at yourself to unlock it. You drag the weakened behemoth of a man into your apartment, carefully placing his upper body on the floor in front of your window and removing his helmet. Your hand moves to his side, firmly pressing down on his wound, as you stare at him, mouth agape and eyes flooding with concern.
He laughs, a dry chuckle that just sounds like it hurts. "What took ya' doll?" You wanna smack him, but you can do that when he's not bleeding all over your hardwood floors. You tell him to wait, as if he could go anywhere in the state he's in, before rushing to grab the emergency kit he forced you to keep.
"Let-ngh- let me do it." He groans as he attempts to sit up, trying and failing to pull the tweezers from your hand. He doesn't even have the strength to sit back up when you gently push him back down. You clean his wound, all while he holds back winces and groans. You don't hold back, focusing on cutting and cleaning and stitching and wrapping, berating Jason for coming to you of all people.
"What d'ya mean? Of course I'd come to you?" Jason manages between harsh breaths. "Who else would I go to?" He seems genuinely confused, you're his girlfriend, you always come to him when you need help. Why wouldn't he come to you?
"Oh, I don't know, Jason, maybe Bruce, or Roy, or literally anyone else with training to handle this kind of thing!?" It comes out mean, but through his pain he can tell it's coming from a place of true care. You're worried. One of the strongest, most skilled people you know is bleeding out on your floor and you're panicking. Of course you are, you've never had to sew someone up, or dig a bullet out of someone, or try to hold down bile from the heavy smell of blood.
Your hands are shaking like crazy. This isn't a slight graze you can put a bandaid over and seal with a kiss, this is a life threatening wound on someone you care about, and all they've been doing since they came to you is make stupid fucking jokes and try to take things from your hands.
Jason can tell it's getting to you.
It should be the other way around, what with him bleeding out in your living room, but he quiets down, gripping your wrist with his non-blood covered hand. "Hey," He gently strokes your skin with his thumb, repeating himself when you don't move your eyes from his wound. "Hey, look at me Y/n." It's just stern enough to make you obey, without sounding like he's mad at you. "It'll be okay. I'm in good hands." Jason smiles at you, tired and reassuring. It calms your nerves just enough for you to finish sewing his wound shut.
You sit back when you're done, taking in your work once you wrap his stomach with gauze. Jason turns just enough to catch a glimpse, smiling up at you with his stupid, charming smirk. "Not bad, doll. Told ya you had it covered." He lays back, smiling up at you as he lays his head on his arm, the one on his non-injured side. Though he doesn't seem to bothered by the end of it all, you can't say the same.
He takes in your features, your tired, glossy eyes and your pouting lips. It makes his smile drop. You look away, your sad eyes not meeting his own. "I . . . what? What's wrong Y/n?" Jason winces, moving to rest on his elbows to get a better look at your face. "Was it the blood? Or the- was it the window? I'm sorry about that, by the way." You shake your head no at all of his suggestions, taking a breath before turning back to face him.
He can feel his heart hurt at the sight of unshed tears in your eyes. "I . . . I was scared Jay." He pushes himself all the way up when you take your lip into your mouth. He ignores the pain shooting through his side when he pulls you into his arms. "Hey, hey, hey, scared of what? I'm okay. You did good." Those tears finally spill when your arms wrap around his waist, loose as to not further irritate his wound.
"You could've died Jay, a-and I wouldn't be able to-to help you! I can't help you!" You sob into his shoulder. He holds you tightly, pressing his lips to your head as he rubs your back. "Please, please don't cry. I'm okay now, you helped me. I'm all better now." He rocks you both gently, trying to console you. "Sides, if I was gonna die, I'd be happy if it was with my girl."
What?
You freeze in his arms, and he knows he said something wrong. He just doesn't know what. His brain moves a mile a minute as he tries to figure out what it was before you get even more upset. Though, his brain completely shuts down when you stare up at him with those cute, confused eyes. The tears have slowed down, and he's at least thankful for that. "Your . . . girl?" Now he's confused too. "What-what do you mean by that?"
He has to do a double take. "What do you mean? You're my girl, like . . . girlfriend, you know?" Every second that passes only confuses the two of you more. "I'm your girlfriend?" "Ar-aren't you?" You blink at him. Were you? Are you? "Am I?" Somewhere there was cognitive dissonance, Jason just doesn't know for who. "Yeah, we're dating, I thought?" Though, he doesn't feel so confident about that now.
"Oh," You feel your ears grow warm, for the second time now your eyes don't meet his own. "I . . . I didn't know that." You wish you could hide right now, but he's still got his arms wrapped around you. "I mean, unless you don't want to, then-then I'm sorry-" Jason feels maybe even more embarrassed than you as he finally drops his arms, grabbing his helmet and moving to crawl back out the window he came in through. His bullet wound is completely forgotten by now.
He stops when you grip his jacket, shyly staring at the floor as you speak. "No! I w-want to." Your eyes darty up to his, before losing confidence and dropping back to the floor. "I want to be your girlfriend," It comes out a whisper, and when he's silent for a beat too long you worry he's suddenly changed his mind.
"Good. Great. Yeah." He drops back to the floor, sitting cross legged beside you. Internally, he's doing backflips in his mind. "Cool." Later on, he'll ask more questions, but for now, he's satisfied. "Yeah." You shyly play with your clothes, twiddling your thumbs as you sit in silence. You feel like a little girl who just admitted to her crush that she likes him. "Are you-" "I didn't-" You interrupt each other, both of you gesturing for the other to continue. It's a bit of a fight, but Jason makes you go first.
"I was gonna ask if you were hungry. I have some, um, pretzels and stuff. If you want." Jason nods. He follows you into your kitchen, where the two of you quietly and contently eat the iron rich foods you looked up. "What were you going to say, by the way?"
Jason looks up from his plate, the haphazardly prepared meal helping him feel better, though his heart feels pretty good right now anyways. "I didn't know that you didn't know. I thought," he laughs nervously. "I thought, we were dating this whole time." He laughs again when you shake your head. "I didn't know! I thought . . . I don't know, that I wasn't your type, or something."
That's probably the most surprising thing he's heard you say today. Okay it's not, but it's the thing that most catches him off guard.
"Of course you are! You're so sweet, and cute, and nice, and pretty, and you smell really good, and you're funny, and I like your voice, and the way you d-do things . . . and . . . other stuff." Jason stops himself before he can ramble for hours about every single things he loves about you. You wouldn't mind if he did, though. You hide your pleased expression with your hand.
"Me too." It's quiet, but no longer shy. "I like all that "stuff" about you too."
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i want a conrad x famous reader imagine so bad rn!! the fisher-conklins meeting her (susannah is alive cause connie needs to be happy) and thinking sheâs so cool but belly just thinking âsheâs not all thatâ cause sheâs jealous! idk they in love and met at brown cause she was filming a movie there and they fell in love
ughh it just warms my heart and her fans love him cause our conrad needs some lovin
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HEADCANONS !
summary : conrad fisher bringing famous!reader home.
warnings: FLUFF, belly being a jealous b*tch, shit talking, physical touch
You guys first met at Brown, you were filming something there for your series when you saw Conrad pass by. You thought he was cute so you literally did everything to get his number, it might be creepy but you told your assitants and your makeup artists to go up to him and ask him for his number, at first he was sketchy about it but soon gave it when he knew that it was you.
You have always been one of his favorite actors and he always had a little crush on you and would watch series that you are in. You guys got close but there was still something happening to him and Belly which you respected so you guys stayed as friends for a long time.
You would hang out with him and sometimes post about it, but stopped because he told you that Belly kind of got jealous about the comments because your fans were just shipping you with him.
Him and Belly decided to take a break to focus in their own things. He did want to get back with her because they didnât have even end things you know? but he decided not to because he saw his brother and Belly kiss so that just broke his heart in so many pieces that he thought he could never trust anyone ever again.
But you were the only exception, you never took advantage of his feelings. You never broke his trust so he kept on coming to you.
You basically helped him put his heart back into one piece. That soon developed, with you doing that, he started to fall inlove with. Youâve always had a thing for him, you always liked him, it never stopped.
There was just an event that you got invited to and you decided to have him as plus one and that just escalated things quickly, rumors happened. You guys were so sweet during the event, there were pictures where Conrad was touching you, you guys were just so touchy that night. You couldnât take your hands off of each other.
Both of you basically realized that you have feeling for each other so you started going out and going on dates more. Your fans absolutely loved it. You guys were just inseparable, he was so happy, you were so happy. You were meant for each other, you guys got together.
After a month or three of dating, he decided to finally bring you back home to meet the Conklins and the Fishers. Susannah ABSOLUTELY loved you and thought that you were so cool to the point where she would always invite you to dinners or lunch with the family or just you two.
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During the dinner
âOmg I absolutely loved you in that series!â Susannah said excitedly. You giggled, amused about the stories the Susannah is telling about her watching the series with you in it. She said that you were her favorite character and she thought that you were so cool.
Laurel agreed, âYes! I used to watch that with Belly, right? You loved that series!â she said, nudging Belly with her elbow. Belly shrugged, âYeah sure, sheâs not really all that. Sheâs fineâ she said, scoffing. Making your brows furrow, you just nodded, âYeah, I kind of messed up a lot of times thereâ you said said, agreeing. You felt Conradâs hand reach for your hand, he looked at you shaking his head, âNo no, you weâre absolutely amazing, baby. I loved that series, you weâre so good, I could watch it all dayâ Conrad said, smiling at you before placing a kiss on your forehead. You heard Belly scoff but you chose to ignore it, just listening to your boyfriend compliment you, placing a kiss on his cheek.
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Conrad was the most supportive boyfriend you could ever have. Whenever you are filming something, he would always go there when he have the free time. He would bring you food, sweets and just anything tht you want. He would he there, happily watching you.
You would take him to events and red carpets. You wouldnât always tell him to go since he wasnât really the type to like the famous life, you would always ask him first and respect what he wants. He would always say yes and is happy to go with you, support you there and be your hype man.
When your fans knew that you guys are together GOD they absolutely loved Conrad. They would always ask where he is whenever they would see you in the streets when you are not with him, they would ask you to make him join your live if you go live on ig or tiktok or wherever.
ďżźThey knew how sweet of a boyfriend Conrad was. He was literally the STANDARD LIKE LITERALLY. He would get a lot of praises and a lot of love, it did overwhelm him a little bit BUT THATS WHAT CONNIE DESERVES, you always told him that it was he deseves, he knows it he just does.
Well ofcours your love for him still had a different effect on him. OMG the love you give this man is absolutely out of this world. A LOT OF SHIT HAPPENED TO HIM AND HE JUST DESERVES A LOT OF LOVE YOU KNOW? so you give him a lot of love. You just basically melt him with all of your love.
You are head over heels with him and he is to you too. You just love each other so deeply.
another cutesy headcanon for connie baby. i absolutely love giving him love in my fics BECAUSE IT IS WHAT HE DESERVES SO KEEP EM COMING EVERYONE <3
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Never Shall We Die (3; final)
ÂŤÂŤ Nothing is too outlandish when itâs a life of liberty on the line. Â
PAIRING: kwon soonyoung x reader
PLAYLIST: right here!
pirate lingo glossary (pls refer!)
SYNOPSIS: Deadliest pirate on the high seas or a damn fool?
The stupid King and his men have snatched Hoshi's precious pirate ship with their too clean, too soft hands; grounds to question his own vices. Except, when he and his crew land in the quarters of a navy ship, revenge on their roster, they stumble across a princess in its gallows.
Hoshi wonders if he's just struck gold, or if you'd become the final tread to his downfall.
GENRES: pirate!au, enemies to lovers, slowburn, angst, fluff, smut [minor dni], some pirates of the carribean vibes but ? idk
WORD COUNT [full fic]: 48.1k
Part 1: 17.07k | Part 2: 15.2k | Part 3 [final] : 15.8k
@highvern's out of context comment box: new fear unlocked: hoshi with explosives, victorian ankle moment, HATE HIM (need him carnally), hoshi covered in soapy water would distract me enough, strip for me pirate mingyu [hes litrally taking off his jacket], your honor hes a bitch, freaks!, mingyu crushes hoshi's head like a grape, WONWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, massive dick, the way i literally gasped like an old scandalized woman
masterlist
WARNINGS: slowburn, plot heavy, happy ending bc no angsty endings in this household, being taken hostage, knives, bombs, and guns, mentions of blood, mentions of SA (does not happen and it is not explicitly mentioned), alcohol, mentions of death (patricide), hoshi is â¨selectively moralâ¨but kind of moral nonetheless, side character death, [pls lmk if im missing something its alot] smut tags: hoshi loves thighs, corruption kink to the mAX, clit stimulation, oral (f. receiving), breast play, p in v sex (unprotected, 1800s contraception will make you prefer it but pls dont do this irl), making out
[AN]: final part oh my god if youve read the other parts up till now, THANK YOU SO MUCH I LOVE YOU i hope you guys enjoyed reading this as much as i loved writing it, im really proud of this fic and im so happy so many of you have enjoyed it so far. @highvern betaing as always ty for not giving up on me. AS ALWAYS, PLS TELL ME YOUR THOTS IN THE RBS OR THE REPLIES OR SEND ME AN ASK LITERALLY WTV MUAH MUAH HAPPY READING <3
THIS IS THE NICEST PRISON Hoshi has ever been in, which was saying something, because he had been in quite a lot of prisons.Â
But it was uncomfortable nonetheless, six grown men tied up and shoved into a crouching space to be done with as the men that prowled above pleased.Â
Hoshi would be lying if he said he hadnât had to restrain from pushing some of those sorry soldiers into the ice waters beyond the glaciers. He had resisted, the crew had resisted, but just enough to convince them of their unwillingness.Â
Hoshi had realised early on that there was no possible way of getting aboard Tigress without somehow climbing aboard the Kingâs boat first. The king wasnât about to simply hand Hoshiâs ship over, and there was no indication that they'd wait till after nightfall to depart.Â
Hoshi also knew that the King would refuse to have him die so easily in the waters of the Green Islands, his pride depended on it. He imagines the man drawing up the specifics of the most gruesome execution the Kingdom would ever see. Hoshi was counting on it.Â
The bounds couldâve been broken out of and the locks somehow picked, but Hoshi also knew that he had to wait. Wait for you to find him first.Â
âWhatâs taking her so long?â Jun asks. Heâd been the most anxious out of all, the shaking feet and restless moving making it clear.Â
âThe bomb wonâtâŚgo off still strapped to her, will it?â Minghao asks and Hoshi isnât quite sure he wants to know the answer.Â
âIt shouldnât. Not until she pulls the tab. ButâŚâ
âBut?â Hoshi whips around. âWhy is there a but? You were supposed to make sure there was no but!â
âBig bomb, more boom, less predictable!âÂ
âAre you sure we canât break out and look for her ourselves?â Mingyu grumbles, the most compromised with his longer limbs folded in uncomfortable positions.
âThe minute they know weâre loose theyâll swarm her. There wonât be a way to get to her, not without fighting off every last bastard on this ship. Theyâve taken our stuff too, we donât stand a chance.â
They did, actually, stand a chance. But that was only if they were to break away and head straight for Tigress that was empty and standing right beside this very ship. But they couldnât. Hoshi couldnât. Not without taking you with him.Â
Nobody dares to suggest the easier route, and he doubts itâs just because of what he wants.Â
But panic was beginning to trickle into Hoshiâs veins anyway, the closed off brig refusing to give him any indication of the time of day.Â
The sun was only beginning to set when they were taken to the ship, and he knew they were near done for if they didnât finish what they started before nightfall. He canât tell how long itâs been, and it eats away at his insides.Â
Please be okay.Â
And then he hears it, the sound of a body hitting the floors with a loud thud, a chortle of air before itâs knocked out. He finds himself sitting up straighter, pressing his hands to bars of the prison, trying to peer out the narrow walkway that leads to the doors.Â
And then you appear in the lamplight, haphazard and ruffled up beyond measure.Â
The knife in your hand drips with blood, your shirt torn at the arms, your hands bloodied and bruised.Â
When Hoshi sees your face he almost doesnât recognise you.Â
Thereâs angry blooming marks of red and purple all across your neck and collarbone, your eyes bloodshot and red, watering like youâd been swimming in salt water.Â
âWho did this?â he asks before anything else, watching you drop to your knees in front of the prison, unanswering as you fumbled with a giant ring of keys in your hand.Â
You jam each key into the lock, twisting it to no avail. Your hands are shaking.Â
The crew finally twist out of their loose bonds, Minghao lurching forward immediately, swatting your hands away. He picks out a few skinny pins from his boot, picking the rusty lock. Despite the strange angle, the bars creak open within seconds.Â
âThereâsâŚThereâs ropes hooked onto the ship on the main deck.âÂ
Your voice sounds like youâre speaking through sandpaper, talking while struggling to emerge with the bomb you had.Â
Hoshi doesnât know what to do when he crawls out of the space.Â
Heâd had it all figured out in his head, what would happen in every possible outcome. You getting hurt wasnât in any of his universal conclusions; especially not on this ship. Theyâd kill his crew, they might even kill the King with themselves, but you were meant to remain unscathed.Â
âWhyâwhy do you look like that? What happened?â Nothing registers in his head, not even when Jun is pushing him out into the hall.Â
âGet up to the deck and get out across the lines!â Jun gruffs in his ears. âThat bombâs gonna go off with us still on here.â
He sees the canister that lies in the same prison they had just exited, he sees your mouth moving without sound. All he can think of are the distinct fingerprints around your throat and how it looked like somebody tried to kill you before they tried to kill him.Â
âSoonyoung,â he hears you say in a broken voice and thatâs all it takes for him to snap out of it.Â
His crew is looking at him expectantly. He looks back at the door and sees the crumpled bodies of the prison guards.Â
So much for leaving quietly.Â
The minute Hoshi is out the door of the brig, he finds a chest next to the collapsed, bleeding soldiers. Kicking it open, he can only scoff as he finds the entire crewâs weapons in such close vicinity.Â
He feels better with his dagger at his hip, along with the rest of his knives that he slips into the loops. Even more so with the rest of his crew armed and ready.Â
âWe know where the deck is.â He swallows, eyeing his crewâs weapons in their ready hands. He knew theyâd agreed to ensure the clean sinking of the ship, but the fallen bodies on the floor were an ode to a different route theyâd have to take. âDonât hesitate if someone gets in your way.â
Taking cautious steps to the upper decks, he finds more bodies collapsed onto the floor, bleeding and unconscious. He opts to ask you the details later, wondering how you were able to take down all these guards by yourself.Â
It isnât until they reach the stairs that lead to the main deck that he comes across a guard.Â
Before the witness can raise any alarm, Hoshiâs slamming the butt of his dagger into the side of his head, knocking him clean unconscious as he falls off the side of the short railing.Â
Clambering up the steps as quietly as possible, he raises a hand behind him to signal his crew to halt, peering into the main deck first.Â
The sun is still out, but low in the sky as it dips in the sky. Thereâs a few people on the deck, pacing and moving about in preparation for departure. Angling his gaze, he finds ropes suspended over the edge of the railing, parallel to the water.Â
He canât see Tigress, but he knows thatâs what the ropes are hooked on to.Â
âJun,â he beckons. âHow long till the bomb on the other ship goes off?â
The bomb Jun had planted in the first ship they had arrived in should be going off any time now, and Hoshi finds himself needing it to go off now.Â
Jun barely opened his mouth to reply when the ship shuddered.Â
For a moment, Hoshi thinks the bomb in the brigs had gone off, but when he finds the clambering of boots to one side of the ship, opposite to where the ropes tied to Tigress, he realises their surrogate ship had given its last gift to the crew.Â
The rest of the ship would be bounding to the main deck to inspect the noise soon, so he shoots a quick, âHurry!â behind him before stepping onto the main deck.Â
The entire deck is occupied with the ship that lies a ways away across the expanse of sea, the beginnings that would soon lead the entire ship to be engulfed in flames. Itâs tilting at a dangerous angle.Â
Hoshi stands as he uses the crew straight towards the ropes that lead to Tigress. Glancing, he finds Mingyu and Chan already hanging on the suspended ropes, making their way towards the empty deck of their ship.Â
Hoshi keeps his eyes on the occupied men on board, still staring at the lightshow that was their old ship. It isnât until one of them turns, eyes towards the stairs that lead to the lower decks, that his eyes dart to the unfamiliar men on the deck.Â
âFuck,â Hoshi curses, before lunging, grabbing the man by the shoulders and covering his mouth, dragging him wordlessly to the edge before throwing him off the ship and into the icy waters below.Â
âGo!â he hears you rasp brom behind him, ushering him to the ropes.Â
The crew is gone, Jun making the last jump to land on the deck. Theyâre running around, pulling ropes and fastening the sails to push the ship off into open waters as soon as possible.Â
Thereâs two ropes that tie the two ships together, and Hoshi ushers you onto one of them, pushing you to suspend yourself before he follows.Â
âThereâs not enough time, go to the other one!â you tell him, pushing him to hold onto the other tattered rope.Â
Soonyoung eyes your state, âAre you sure you canââ
âYes! I promise I can, please, before they cut both the ropes.â
So he trusts you, eyes straight ahead to the railing of his ship, gripping the rough, frayed rope to push himself towards the deck. His hands burn, but he finds himself moving ever closer to his final destination.Â
His hand grabs hold of the wooden railing of his Tigress at long last, pulling himself onto the deck of his beloved ship. Immediately whipping his head to his right, he tries to find you reaching the ship with him. The crew is preoccupied in attempting to get the ship ready for departure, he finds your form nowhere.Â
When he looks back, the rope he had climbed was gone, leaving gaping space in its absence. He trails the second rope, from the hook that had dug into the railing of Tigressâs wood, trailing it to the naval shipâs deck.Â
What he sees puts his heart in his throat.Â
You stand on the deck of your fatherâs ship, swarmed by now alert guards and soldiers who swarm you, yelling profanities and orders as they watch their prisoners get away right in front of them.Â
Hoshi watches as you lift your dagger, and cut the last rope that ties you together, free to fall and hit against the hull of his ship.
He calls out your name in what could only be described as a guttural scream.Â
His crew halts whatever it was they were doing, taking the steps to realise what had just happened.Â
Hoshiâs boot meets the top of the railing, ready to take the plunge into the water. Heâd climb back up the ship and get you out. He doesnât know what you were thinking, what he was thinking when he left you there, but heâd get you out.Â
Arms pulling him, heâs yanked back and positively thrown onto the deck.
âWhat is wrong with you?â Minghao yells, pushing his captain back as he springs up.Â
âSheââ
Your father emerges from the crowd of guards and soldiers that run rampant on the deck, approaching you at the railing of the main deck.Â
Hoshi sees the hand that remains on his shoulder, the blood that covers the still bleeding wound, the effort it takes him to simply walk.Â
The bruises on your neck, the wound at his shoulder that looks like it was slashed through by a knife.Â
And then it clicks in Hoshiâs head, what had truly happened in the hours that you were out of his sight. And all he sees is red.
WITH THE WAY THE words on the pages seem to double, you wouldâve thought you were going mad.Â
Youâre a child, barely grown into your own body as you sit in the dimly lit library of the palace, utterly exhausted, wishing to be anywhere but sitting at the wooden desk with your name on it. The moon barely shone through the window, your only source of light the fireplace that burned in the corner and your lamplight.Â
It was a time where you felt like you could prove yourself, that perhaps, the reason your father refused you his approval was because you were simply not working hard enough. And now, at an hour where you should be fast asleep in your four poster bed, you attempt to understand diplomatic structures and everything that made your country what it was.Â
It was late, and there was nothing you wouldâve liked more than to put your head on the table and rest your eyes for a few tantalising seconds, which you do, right over the book you were reading.Â
You awoke in the same place, shaken awake by a panicked looking servant, the sun shining through the great windows of the palace library.
It seems your disappearance from your bedchambers had put the entire palace in disarray, not realising the princess was fast asleep behind the giant pile of books other servants had already skimmed past thrice.Â
Not only were you unable to recite the rankings of the constitutions with the vigour your father required, but you were unable to give him a reason as to why you were absent for both breakfast and morning lessons.Â
He made the servants kneel in the throne room for hours, and did not fail to tell you that it was all your fault.
And now, in the ice cold of the Green Islands, old and wise enough to know that your father simply needed a reason to despise his heir, you accept the hands around your throat as his final act of terror.Â
Red faced and arms shaking, your father does not speak to you as he presses down on your windpipe with all his might. Your vision is going dark and splotchy, and you decide, for a moment, to let him have this moment.Â
Heâs too preoccupied in applying his pressure to realise that youâve raised your right foot enough for your hands to fish out your knife from its place, taking positivity in the handle of your knife that fits in your hand.Â
Before you can lose consciousness, you raise your arm high, and plunge it directly into his neck.Â
Howling, he releases you from his hold, both of you dropping to the floor of the ship with a resonating thud. You cough, sputter and hack, cold hands finding your now warm neck.Â
Your father lays clutching his shoulder as he remains in agony on the floor, and you realise you missed the crucial plunge in your own disarray.Â
It was good enough, rendering the old man incapable of finding his bearings.Â
You watch as he writhes on the floor of the quarters that almost became your figurative deathbed, the same hands that wrapped around his own daughterâs throat now clutching the shallow wound that renders him useless.Â
Standing over him, throwing your own shadow on his body, you feel a surge of power, a rush of adrenaline that shoots straight to your head. Perhaps this was your circulation returning from the deprivation, but you let the feeling imprint in your soul, let your fatherâs broken figure bring you satisfaction.
You leave him there, writhing in pain, digging your knife under the lock of the quarters, pulling back to break it away from the door. The guards stationed outside do nothing as you leave, and it isnât until youâve taken to lower decks that you hear the distinct yell of, âYour Majesty!â
Two more guards, who donât expect an altercation from their princess, simply buffer as you send your knife plunging into them both. You do it deep this time.Â
Nobody was innocent, you knew these people as your fatherâs closest men, and knew that all of them were to remain silent as their King murdered his daughter. And when the remorse doesnât do that thing where it trickles in after doing a bad thing, you decide you werenât part of the innocents either.
Itâs easier than you wouldâve expected to get to the crew in the brig, letting out a sigh of relief as you appreciate the familiarity of people on your side.Â
And when Hoshi took his place to guide everyone out and into the open space of the main deck, you let your racing mind rest and decide to trust the man in whatever decision he made to lead you all out. And he did, he led himself and his crew right into the ship that was theirs, safe and where they would have the upper hand.Â
Hoshi didnât know it when he climbed onto the ropes that lead to his boat that he wouldnât have made it if you hadnât stayed, hadnât used your voice of authority to keep the soldiers from attempting to shoot at the escapees, cut the rope while Hoshi remained suspended from it, still only halfway there.Â
You didnât look at him when you sliced both ropes before either party could pull back, didnât register him screaming your name across the void, pretending it wasnât taking everything out of your strength.
But you couldnât jump into the water, not now when a dozen of the royal guards remained ready to take the plunge to save their princess as their duty. The same guards that would comply with their king when told the princess was dead for reasons they all knew but were to forget.Â
The bomb had to go off first, and you had to keep them away from hooking another line to the ship in the meantime. You were operating on a flawed plan and an overenthusiastic crowd of guards that were moments away from shooting a canon straight into the side of the disconnected pirate ship. Â
The distraction comes in the form of your father parting the crowd of soldiers like the red sea, swatting every soldier that attempts to help his bleeding form for anything it was worth. He approaches you at the railing, and for once, you donât look at the ground in his presence.Â
âBold,â he heaves, the effort in his voice apparent. âBold of you to think you could slip away.â
âI havenât tried to slip away, father,â you correct. âIâve stayed right here, even after you failed to kill me. And I, you.âÂ
âNobody is going to listen to you, child. Give in. This is the easy way out,â he says.Â
As if on cue, Junâs bomb goes off for the second time, but this time the ship shudders with more force. It has your father unbalance and fall, along with multiple other soldierâs stumbling. You grip the railing tight, counting on your fatherâs need to live.Â
Despite your horrid throat and the ache in your body, you announce as loud as you can. âThe bomb is in the brig, this ship is sinking.â
The fallen king trembles in a rage you had never quite seen before. Any other time of your life, you wouldâve wished for the ground to swallow you whole to be the subject of such anger.Â
Except, in the setting sun, a burning ship in the background, a pirate ship that awaits you, and the ground beneath your feet that was actively sinking into the freezing water; you smile at your doomed King.Â
âGet to the brig! Secure the lower decks, do not let this ship sink or so help me God!â His voice rings across the deck, spittle blowing from his mouth at the situation.Â
And just like that, your father gives you the final gift of clearing the main deck out for you, leaving but a few straggling soldiers that are too preoccupied with either the sinking ship or their bleeding sovereign.Â
Looking back, you find the crew of Tigress standing at the railing, you find Hoshi already half over the edge and send him a slow nod.Â
Turning back to your father that remains on the floor of the ship that would become his coffin, you utter your next words; for yourself, and the girl that was every second before this, all the way to her first ever memory of sad:
âYouâve taught me to be a ruler fit to be the best for our Kingdom. Consider your death my first act of service for the Crown.â
And then you jumped into the darkening void of the waters below.Â
THE COLD FEELS LIKE every nerve in your body ceased to work.Â
It was nothing at first, the temperature so intense it had your body numb in the face of shock. And then it grew, to a striking cold, and then a feeling that pricked every inch of your skin like a million needles plunging into your body. It was only getting worse with each passing second, before it was so painful it was hot, going from cold to searing and blistering like youâd plunged into the licks of flames.Â
Nowhere in your body did you find a rational sense of mind, something to tell you to kick, flail or float. The warped sky was an orange through the green, only more vibrant. Like there were two ships actively burning on the surface of this water.Â
Hoshiâs face appears behind your closing eyelids, like a mirage or a taunt. Like he was there with you when he wasnât.Â
Would he come for you? Would he take the plunge for the girl he held in his arms, promising her something to fill the gap of a companion, right before she killed her own?Â
Youâd given him what he wanted; your father, his worst enemy, dying as he sank slowly into the bottom of the ocean. Youâd run your course of use, and if he was as smart as people claimed, heâd leave you to suffer the same fate as your father.Â
He could find his freedom elsewhere.Â
And you would find your freedom in the close of your eyes, and the sinking feeling of nothingness.Â
Except, you feel a hardness against your body, stronger even than the current of the waters. Moving impossibly upwards, you remember opening your eyes to find a leather cord suspended in the float of the water, before you remember nothing.Â
THE GREEN ISLANDS WERE on fire. Â
But as unnatural as it seemed, Hoshi had no inclination to register anything but the way the ship in front of him tilts so far out it's already half submerged in the waters. Heâd assumed they might have to ready the cannons, but with the way debris and hollowed wood floats in the waters below, they would not need to.Â
The King was about to be introduced to Davy Jonesâ Locker at the hands of his enemy and successor, but Hoshi could not care enough right now to relish in it.Â
Right now, he stares at the direct circumference of water your body had made contact with and disappeared into, like the world would explode if he lost his place.Â
âShould I jump as well?â Mingyu asks, already half taking his boots off. However, when the man turns to find his captain gone, he lurches over the railing to find his captain diving into the water through all the debris.
Hoshi lets the momentum of his dive take him as further down as possible, whipping his head around as soon as his eyes open into the abyss. The water ripples and erupts in showers of bubbles as broken pieces of ship come apart to fall into the water. It blurs his vision immensely, any ripple that could be you in the water coming out to be yet another piece of wasted wood.Â
The deeper he goes, the more the water presses into his ears. He was a good swimmer, good at holding his breath when needed, but even he had limits.Â
When he cannot see any sign of you, he begins to feel the churning of something skin to panic brew. Panic was never good, not this deep in the water.Â
Twisting and turning, flailing about in place, moving dangerously closer to the burning ship that continued to drop flaming bits of killing slabs, he finds no sign of you in the water.Â
Instead, he watches men in uniform sink deeper and deeper in their failed attempts to stay afloat.Â
All he can think about is if they were losing the battle for air, then so were you, somewhere deeper in the void than he was. He prays that heâs looking aimlessly, that youâve already somehow made your way to the surface by yourself, and you were safe on the deck.Â
The beaded bracelet that remained on his wrist, but belonged to you.Â
âA reason for you to come out of this alive.â
Even without the encasing on his wrist, you had given him more than enough reason to want to come out of this alive, to want to live beyond just for himself and his duty to the crew heâd taken in.Â
He chose the life of a pirate because it was his only out, and every member of his crew that he recruited in succession, he acted as the hand he had needed so desperately in that awful brothel where his mother despised him and his father, a faceless man of Port Ash.Â
Amphitrite was not kind, it was a lesson he learned quickly in his first ventures out at sea. So he too, had to learn to be unkind, to survive in the horrid bellies of ships that werenât his own. And when Tigress came into his life like a vessel of hope, he found a home in her merciful wood, in the ship that he could call his very own.Â
Hoshi lived as a free man on his ship, with his crew that had become his brothers in ways beyond what the thick of blood could offer. He did not care if he lived or died after that, as long as it was on his ship, in the waters that held no quarter for anyone, but gave him everything that nothing else could give him.Â
And so when you approached him with a proposal so bizarre yet so apt for a man like him, he could not refuse. It may have been the way he saw himself in you, terrified of the prospects but thirsting for an escape more than the fear that came with it.Â
Besides, the king was a nuisance that needed to go, and he found himself agreeing to play the hand too complicated for you.Â
What he did not expect was to end up here, in the depths of the ocean in the most uninhabitable part of the earth, trying to pull you out of the cold, unrelenting sea.Â
Hoshi realises in that moment that this might ruin him, the possibility of breaking the surface without you.Â
He decides that if the heavens do not let him find you, he would simply drown in the same waters that gave him purpose, and find peace with the idea that he would lay rest in the same waters as the person who might have given him something more.Â
Kwon Soonyoung, the deadliest pirate to cleave the seas, was in love with you. A princess, so undeserving of a man like him; a bastard, a rogue, a good for nothing criminal.Â
And when he spots the all too familiar build of your form, the linen shirt under the corset he had tied for you just hours ago, the dark brown trousers that signified the change heâd brought into your life, he swore to leave everything heâd ever known to thank the skies and seas for bringing him to you.
His burning lungs, screaming and searing for air, grabbing for your suspended arm that looked as defeated as your closed eyes. Tugging you towards him, he wraps his arm around you to press you to him as tight as he could.Â
Relief. And with the warm sting in his eyes that he doubted was from the salt in the water, heâs sure of everything heâs felt with the feeling of you in his arms.Â
With the bruising on your neck, the bleeding wound in your fatherâs shoulder, he finds it within his breaking body to begin kicking upwards.Â
Every limb, every cell, every hint of life in his body shrieked with its efforts to make him stop. There was no air in his lungs and heâd lost track of time in his search for you, he doesnât know how long he has.Â
But if the blots of nothingness in his eyes were anything to go with, he doesnât presume he has much. In a last ditch effort, he attempts to kick his boots off to weigh him down a little less, holding your dead weight tighter than anything.Â
He was so close, he could feel the warmth of the upper levels of the water change in its temperature on his skin. The glow was near blinding as the orange refracted on the disrupted surface of the ocean, so close yet so far.Â
Inch by inch, kick by kick, memory by memory, he does everything left in his drained power to touch the surface.Â
And he does, breaking out hand first into the burning air of the world above, taking the longest gasp of air he ever has in his life. Once heâs sure he knows where he is, he pushes you up further on his chest, your head resting against his collarbone, still unconscious.Â
âStay with me, princess,â he pants into your ear, hoping you could hear. âIâve got you.â
Chan and Mingyu are in the water beside him, pushing him towards the pulley that awaited them.Â
Mingyu makes an attempt to take your weight of his already struggling captain, but Hoshi finds himself holding on to you tighter, simply urging him to help him back on the deck.Â
The minute your head hits the wood of the deck, heâs checking your pulse. Thereâs no regard for the chaos that ensues around Tigress, both him and his crew too preoccupied with the way you were not breathing.Â
âIâI canât feel anything,â he stutters his words as Seungkwan places a less panicked hand at your neck, under your nose.Â
âItâs weak, sheâs taken in too much water.â
In an instant, he reaches for his knife at his hip, only to realise it was gone, lost somewhere in his rescue.Â
âKnife,â he rasps before repeating louder. âSomeone give me a knife!âÂ
The minute a hilt is in his hands, heâs pushing you over, to reach the back of your constricting corset, pushing his knife into the complicated sailing knot heâd tied it into before, breaking it free. With both hands, he takes hold of the top of the corset and rips it clean in half.Â
Turning you back over, he presses his hands over your clothed stomach, pushing into it with all his strength in an attempt to get the water out of your system. He keeps his eyes on your face, and when he sees no sign of you coming round, he feels another set of hands pushing him off.Â
Seungkwan takes over for his weakened captain, pushing into your stomach harder, attempting to get a break out of you.Â
âWhy isnât she coming around, whatâs going on?â He throws the question aimlessly as he takes your unmoving face in his hands, trembling from everything.Â
Only a moment later, he hears the glorious sound of you sputtering like something was stuck in your throat, promptly spilling out an ungodly amount of water onto the deck as you retch loudly.Â
Sitting up from the force, your hands clamp onto the deck as you cough and heave, Hoshiâs hand coming behind you to thump your back hard, pushing you to throw up any remaining seawater from your body.Â
The sight of your back moving up and down, the audible sound of you taking in air; it was enough for Hoshi to simply lay on the deck and pass out.Â
You rear your head and look up at him, both of you still breathing heavily.Â
âYouâre okay,â he assures, gulping. He takes your face in hands cupping it very gently as he speaks to you. âGo with Seungkwan, youâre okay, youâre safe.â
Nodding, you let yourself be helped up by the rest of the crew, watching as youâre led to the lower decks of the ship.Â
âOpen your shirt, let me see the wound,â Mingyu says, and Hoshi doesnât know what heâs talking about. Looking down, he sees his shirt soaked in red, sticking to a wound on the right side of his torso. He didnât even know where he got it.Â
It looks like a shallow gash, but enough to leave a scar. He takes it better to have it tended to while he was still high on adrenaline and he couldnât feel much of the pain.Â
By the time Mingyu and Minghao are done cleaning him up and Hoshiâs standing upright with wobbly legs, he finds the two burning ships beyond his own mere floating structures of wood that were in slow flame. Thereâs too much debris, too many bits of everything that bob in the large expanse of water to make out any bodies.Â
âThereâs nobody,â Mingyu tells him. âMost of them were in lower decks when it all went down. Trapped themselves.â
âAndâŚ?â he asks in silence.Â
âHe stayed on the deck until it sank,â Minghao informs. âYelling about how heâŚabout how he shouldâve finished her when he had the chance.â
âHorrible king and somehow an even worse father,â Mingyu scoffs. âMade it better to watch him die.â
âHe didnât suffer enough,â Hoshi croaks as the marks on your throat dot his vision.Â
Just then, floating in the water, illuminated by the final streaks of setting light, Hoshi sees it. A darkened purple cloth right next to the hull.
âThat,â he points out. âGet that out of the water.â
The late kingâs purple cape laid on the deck of Tigress, darkened with water, but also with his blood.
To the Kingdom, this cape would be the last piece of their King that was gone too soon. But for every person on this ship, it would forever be their spoils of war.
Hoshi makes sure the cape will be dried and stored, ordering his crew to begin their slow journey out of the Green Islands, before he too crumples onto the deck unconscious.Â
IT WAS A SPECTACLE to see Hoshi in his element.Â
Something about how he seemed to beam, like this ship was charging him a different kind of energy. It was infectious, the rest of the ship decreasingly sour as they put on musical performances on the main deck while they cleaned the floors.Â
As relieved as you felt, the tight ball of anxiety refused to leave the pit of your stomach as you grew closer to the Kingdom. Nothing could prepare you for the shitstorm youâd have to deal with the moment youâd step onto the soil off a pirate ship of all thingsâlet alone as Queen.Â
The first few days following the ship's exit from the Green Islands were difficult, if that was all you had to describe it. You took to your hammock for most of the day, curled up as you pretended to sleep, only waking up when one of the crew would come down to force feed you and to make sure you hadnât died.Â
You knew they were doing all this to make you feel better, and somehow it was working. More than halfway through your journey, you began to feel more like yourself, emerging from your cave to visit the deck on times other than the nights.Â
Even now, as you sit on the floor of the deck with Seungkwan, who hands you an all too familiar stack of parchment, you feel nothing as you take them into your hands. As you read his handwriting scrawled in ink, you appreciate your past self for having the sense to keep them all.Â
âIâm glad youâre feeling better now,â he says to you. âHad us worried for a while there.â
âSorry.â You smile weakly. âBut thank you forâŚeverything. I donât think I could ever express how much I appreciate everything youâve done for me. All of you.â
âIâd like to think weâve gone past the status of mere business partners,â Seungkwan chuckles. âLion befriends the bear? Whatever it is. But know weâd do it again.â
Blinking back the sting of tears and doing your very best to not let the warm feeling in your chest overwhelm you, you place the letters on the floor next to your folded legs. When you look up, Seungkwan's eyes are on your neck.
âTheyâre taking their time to fade, arenât they?â you say.Â
Seungkwan has a hard look in his eye, âI guess you didnât need your letters to remind you of anything after all.â
Your mind wanders, drifting past how easily this crew could have been forgotten in the unforgiving elements. Perhaps you would have let the man that wrapped his hands around your neck finish his job.
âWas getting captured part of your grand plan?â you ask Seungkwan.Â
âHm?â It takes a moment to realise what you may be questioning him about, smiling slightly. âWhat makes you think we went in with a plan?â
âI thought I asked you to man the wheel?â Hoshi stands above the both of you.
âNot to batten down the hatches,â he side-eyed his captain. âClear waters ahead, the wheel does not need manning.âÂ
You zone out as they squabble over nothing, not finding the heart to be entertained by their back and forth. Seungkwan either loses or forfeits, because you feel him rise from next to you, only for his captain to take his place.Â
âWhat are you thinking about?â Hoshi asks.Â
âEverything,â you sigh.Â
âHow come Seungkwan gets a thank you for your service and I donât? Need I remind you who jumped for you and who didnât?â
Rolling your eyes, you answer him, âThank you, Captain Hoshi Kwon, I am forever indebted to your service.â
He chuckles in exaggeration, âOh please, all in a day's work.â
âI mean it.â
âHm?â
âI never did say thank you. But you did jump for me when you didnât have to.â
âWho said I didnât have to?â
âOur deal was done.â
âOf course not,â he scoffs. âOur deal was to get you out when you jumped. I merely honoured that promise!â
âMerely?â you raise a brow. âWas it all merely a matter of conscience?â
His gaze locks with yours. âDonât ask questions you know the answers for. I wouldâve jumped even if you asked me to rope myself to the mast.â
âPlease. I have enough blood on my hands and I havenât even sat on my throne yet.â
âBlood is only on your hands if you tell a soul of what youâve done,â Hoshi utters. âYouâre the only living soul who knows.â
âAnd you areâŚ?â
âPirate. Our word means nothing.â Hoshi smiles.Â
The thought hangs in the air as you take in the man in front of you. Heâs changed an eraâs worth, yet all the same. His hair is longer, going from his initial shorter crop to curling around his ears, shielding his eyes. It makes him look younger, like a boy with much to live for.Â
That, and the multitude of notable scars heâs added to his collection, many of which have somehow been because of you. The wound at his torso is doing better, but far to go in its quest to heal.Â
Hoshi senses something amiss even after his sermon. Breaking his gaze, he turns to look straight ahead at the raised bow of the ship instead.Â
âDo you know how I got my splendid reputation for being the filthiest pirate on the seas?â
You can only stare, âI have a few guesses.â
He chortles, âOther than my criminal status.â
âTell me.â
âUnnamed sailors have the odds of a peanut facing its inevitable fate of being crushed under a straggling boot. Pirates donât see the government as their enemy when theyâre own supposed brothers are more likely to jam a cannon in their mouths.â
He lets out a heavy sigh before continuing, âMy mistake wasnât that I was on the losing side in my early days, but more about how I was leaving nothing behind when I was done.â
âHow humble,â you hum.Â
âDead men tell no tales. When itâs worth it, it might be better to leave a straggler or two to live to tell the tale. A routine stab in the jugular can turn you into somewhat of a myth.â
âAm I a survivor?â you question.Â
âYou may be sovereign on land, but youâre also an unnamed pirate,â he responds, turning back to lock eyes with you. âAnd youâve left nobody to tell the tale.â
No one listens to a pirate, and everyone listens to a Queen.Â
âThis isnât to say there wonât be a legend that follows you.â He quirks a brow as he speaks. âShows up and claims her father and his entire ship and crew sank at sea, only to befriend his sworn enemies in the aftermath. And then it evolves; she sent a cannon through her fathers ship, he died at the end of his own daughter's sword, she cursed him to captain a crew of the undead for eternity.â
âHave I planted the seeds for yet another ghost story?â Itâs difficult to not giggle at the thought, despite how morbid.Â
âYouâve given yourself substance,â he says, a little stronger than before. His eyes too, wander to your neck and the bruises that refuse to budge. âBeyond just a royal or even a pirate. You did it for your honour as a human being, and that may be braver than anything I have ever conquered.â
In your anxiety ridden, feeble mind, your thoughts had convinced your conscience that everything would be over the minute your fatherâs heart stopped beating. That it would bring you peace at last.Â
And it did, especially when it felt like youâd gotten rid of this constant monster under the bed that had followed you far into adulthood. But from the bleeding heart of the creature emerged yet another one of its brethren, and then another and then another.Â
Smaller albeit, but monsters nonetheless. Problems nonetheless.Â
Weeks of this, and in one short interaction, Hoshi seemed to have given you the key to turn this monster into a pet.Â
On instinct, you feel your hand reach up, brushing against the skin of his cheek. Itâs an all too familiar setting, seated on the deck of a ship too close for anybody but yoursâ comfort. But without the rum and resentment, of course. And how you doubt heâd pull away this time.Â
Very lightly, you brush your lips against his. It was nothing but to simply feel him again, to feel a semblance of familiarity.Â
You feel him take your hand that rests on his cheek to place a kiss on your palm, nuzzling his nose into the concave of your hand.Â
Everything that was to come seemed a little more possible in that very moment.Â
Even more so when his fingers found the sensitive areas of your coloured throat, when his lips closed against your jaw, only to trail lower and to press into the marks his fingers continue to trail tucked into your neck.Â
That night, when slipping into your hammock felt like the most unbearable prospect in your near future, it couldnât possibly be worse than uttering your next question to the man that seems to fix it all. Â
âWill you stay with me?â
With nothing but the light snores of the rest of the crew and the creaking of the ship, both you and Soonyoung laid in a hammock most definitely not meant for two. Head on his chest, ear pressed against where his heart beats under his scar, itâs bliss.Â
The feeling of his warm body against yours and the scent of him settling in your lungs, you decide that this was enough. At least for now.Â
IT WAS DIFFICULT TO give yourself the full list for obvious reasons, but it does seem to help when you tick off all the possible reasons why your patience has run as thin as it has.Â
Sitting at the decorated seat at the convened court of old men appointed by your father, you briefly wonder if you should finish them off too amidst your flash of anger. The men continue to squabble and babble about the next course of action, slamming their wrinkled hands on the pristine table and sending their own daggers of threats to the other inhabitants of the table.Â
âIf youâd like to send a search party for the Kingâs body, be my guest,â you finally speak, having had quite enough when the throb in your temple worsens. âBut remind me what troops youâll be sending to the North if your best men will be gone for months attempting to find a body they never will.â
The dispute in the North side of the Kingdom was taking up most of the conversation anyway, and you doubt theyâd put customary burial rites over their own glory of victory the North would bring.Â
âYour Majestyââ
âI would happily jump on the next search ship for my father,â you lie through your teeth. âBut I watched him drown in front of my own two eyes, and as the next sovereign I cannot let you waste our resources for something that will both risk our soldierâs lives and have them come back home empty handed.â
Perhaps you had come off slightly more heartless than you intended, so you quickly add, âPlease, let my father rest in peace.â
That seems to end the conversation easier than you had expected, but theyâre quick to jump to the next issue not long after.Â
âThe court would also like to bring light upon the palace guests.â
Tightening your jaw, you slump against your seat slightly. âWhat about them?â
They remain silent as their mouthpiece attempts to form the right words for the following question, mostly because youâve addressed this multiple times beforehand but they continue to sit restless.Â
âAllow me to help you, Lord Bridge,â you sit up straighter, intending to put this matter to rest. âMy guests will remain here for as long as they do, and if you have any more arising issues towards my guests I will only take it as your collective issues towards me.âÂ
In the moment of silence, you continue, âThe Kingdom is in a place of instability as we are all well aware. I find it most appalling that you remain fixated on trivial matters of the palaceâs domestic code of conduct than you do for the wellbeing of this country!â
Silence yet again as you wait for their forcibly rehearsed chorus of apologies.Â
âOur greatest apologies, your Majesty.â
The pain in your temples becomes near unbearable as you dismiss the table after that, screeching your chair as you push it back as loud as you possibly can to do nothing but spite the men.Â
Turning the corner out of the room, you catch the open gates that lead to the paved gardens outside, the sun seeping into the marble floors indoors. Taking an instinctive step towards the gardens, you find most of the crew sprawled onto the grass as they soak in the sun.Â
Chan and Seungkwan look like theyâre wrestling, their laughter ringing throughout the open court while their captain snaps at them to cut it out, only to get roped under one of their headlocks all the same.Â
Thereâs a call of your name and a giant wave from Mingyu, who spots you from beyond the flower beds. Still leaning against the gates, you smile and wave back.Â
Years the halls of the palace had gone, never hearing laughter in its walls. And something about watching them let themselves ruin the petunias and laugh so loud it echoes, heals you just a bit.Â
Even that night, when you find yourself in your giant four poster bed youâve slept in since you were a child, this time dozing under the arm of another, you feel the itch of a healing wound somewhere in your heart.Â
Soonyoung laid with you for every night on the ship since that night, and stayed even here where the space was big enough to host the ghosts of your worries if not distracted.Â
He had found you on that first night in the palace still awake, haunting the library fireplace with another stack of papers to keep you company.Â
âCanât sleep?â heâd asked as he picked up some of your documents.Â
âClearly not,â you huff. The papers were mere decorations as you attempted to find an excuse to leave your rooms.Â
âYou realise you wonât be much of an effective monarch if you exhaust yourself to death?â Â
There was no answer to that, especially when you were absorbing nothing of your new duties. Youâd expected to fall asleep on the armrest of the uncomfortable settee whenever it was that you exhausted your brain of thoughts, even then refusing to sleep in that large bed.Â
Heâs awfully persuasive, because as he tucks you into those very sheets, about to leave but not before placing a kiss on your forehead You stop him.Â
âStay. Please.â
True as he has always been, he does.
THE CROWN IS HEAVIER than you had expected, even more so when it remains on your head for longer than your previously practised sessions walking around the throne room. The crew was exceptionally good at giving you things to train with, including fraudulent rodent scares to ensure the crown would not topple from your own head the minute you rise from your coronation.
And now, as you finally remove the decorative piece from your head after your actual coronation to replace it with something lighter for the following ball, you find relief in the fact that youâd only ever have to wear the actual thing only a few times in your life.Â
Everything moves as smoothly as it could, the decorated pirates that saved their Queen from a horrid shipwreck taking up most of the attendees attention as they either question inquisitively or send snarky remarks to the men who are well versed in how to rebut in true informal manner.Â
The past months had taken up more of your time than you had anticipated, and during the latter half of the still twinkling party, you attempted to spot the person youâve been trying to corner all night.Â
Soonyoung stands at the edges of the gathering, empty handed as you watch him reject yet another offer for a drink from the trays that float about. His attire is the most formal you had ever seen, his face scrubbed and hair pushed back for the glorious occasion.Â
Approaching him from the sidelines, you take hold of his wrists and pull him towards one of the many doors in the ballroom and into a hallway you knew for a fact was rarely ever frequented.Â
âI feel I havenât seen you ages,â you say once youâre sure youâre alone.Â
âProbably best for you to keep busy,â he replies with the smallest smile.Â
âHave the wrappings on your wound come off?â
Looking at his covered torso, he runs an instinctive hand over where the wound was. âJust a smaller patch now, but itâs nearly there. Disappointed it wonât scar too much.â
âDisappointed?âÂ
âThese are my spoils of war, miss princess,â he adds with a smirk, before correcting himself. âAh, miss queen?â
âDoesnât have the same ring,â you comment.Â
âThe crown suits you.â His voice is soft and sincere.
Scoffing a little, you answer, âI would hope it did.â
âAlthough, I do prefer you in trousers and a knife.â
Laughing, you can only agree. Especially in your heavier than yourself dress and jewels. âI think I prefer them too.â
At the mention of your new status, he asks, âShouldnât you be milling between your new subjects?âÂ
Keeping your eyes on his face, you wait until he meets your gaze. âI have more important things to attend to.â
He breaks eye contact first, and you can feel the distance grow further. One reach and you could take his hand in yours.Â
But you donât.Â
âI know Iâve been quite busy, butâŚâ you trail off as you attempt to find the words. âIs something the matter? Whatâs going on?â
With a long sigh, he runs a hand through his kept hair, effectively tousling it a little. âI was going to wait until after the ball to tell you.â
âTell me what?â
He makes no moves to look at you when he utters his next words. âThe crew and I will be leaving at dawn tomorrow. Weâve taken up enough of your space and itâs best if we donât intrude any further.â
Itâs like youâve taken a blow to the chest, the air knocked out of your lungs as you register what heâs just said. âYouâreâŚ.youâre leaving?â
âI would think weâve both gotten what we wanted. We had a deal.â
Deal? Why was he mentioning that now?
âAre you going to abandon me too?â
His head snaps up to finally meet your eye, mouth opening closing as words betray him.Â
âWhat happened to what you said about gaining you? All of you?â Thereâs a blatant accusation in your words.
âAnd you have! Weâll visit. Assuming the state doesnât want my head on a pike anymore,â he chuckles uncomfortably.Â
In a moment of desperation, you take his hand in both of yours; his scarred, gnarled hands that tell you even in the dark whoâs warmth it is that you feel every night next to you.Â
âStay. Stay with me, please,â you plead. âI canât live in this place alone, I despised it when I was young and Iâll only despise it even more now.â
Soonyoung brings his other hand to clasp over both of your own, eyes closing as you hear him take a somewhat shaky breath. âIâm doing this for the both of us.â
âSo am I! I canât possibly rule a kingdom by myself.â
âIâm sure youâll find someoneââ
âI donât want someone! I want you!â
He begins to whisper your name, moving his face away to blink rapidly.Â
âHow do you feel about becoming a pirate king? I can never forbid you from the waters, thatâs your home, and you will have it.â
He does not look at you, but you know heâs listening more intently than ever before.
âBut I ask you as someone who loves you more than I have ever anything else, will you stay and marry me?â
Soonyoung falters as he absorbs the fact that youâve just proposed to him.Â
âIââ he stutters. âThe courtââ
âThe court wouldnât dare to deny me the man that saved my life.â
You squeeze his hand tighter, moving impossibly closer.Â
âAnd even if they do, I'm ready to fight for the man who fought for me. So answer me as a man and not a pirate, Kwon Soonyoung, will you marry me?â
Soonyoungs mouth enclosing over your own is all the answer you need as you feel him break free of your hands to let them find your waist instead. Amidst the pile of fabric he pushes himself into you as close as possible, letting your hands guide his head to move against your mouth.Â
Itâs everything, as you grip onto the back of his shoulder, pressing unforgettably into his open mouth. He takes in your bottom lip between his own, sucking before letting go, only to engulf your mouth once again.Â
âWeâll figure it out,â you whisper against his lips, feeling the nuzzle of his nose against the apple of your cheek, hot tears spilling from your eyes. âI promise, weâll figure everything out.â
He shushes you when he feels you shudder in his hold, pulling away to rest his forehead against yours. âNo need to torment your pretty head. Not right now.â
For once, you listen to your pirate captain without a fight, simply feeling the stretch of your lips as he moves down to capture them once more.Â
The pressure of his hands isnât nearly as strong as it wouldâve felt without the layers upon layers of fabric that cover your form, but standing in this desolate hallway, you swear his fingers might as well be caressing your bare skin underneath.Â
The thought sends your mind into a dazzling spin, letting go of his mouth with a gasp, suddenly needing to take a step back.Â
âI have toâI have to go back inside,â you breathe into his slick mouth. âMeet me outside my quarters at midnight.â
As scandalous as it was, you could not deny how alive it made you feel to be like this, meeting in darker corners in the dead of night. But for now, you allow him to fix the bits of your ensemble you could not see. With the bad of his thumb, he blends in the smudges of your rouge, swiping at your lips ever so delicately to ensure he leaves no trace of himself. Tucking the loose strands of hair back behind your ears, and finally, fixing the encrusted crown on your head, a flash of one of the diamondâs gleams reflecting onto his perfect face.Â
âYouâre beautiful.â Thereâs a dazed look that graces him. âBeyond beautiful.â
With one last innocent press of your smiling mouth onto his, you promise him your midnight.Â
BY THE TIME IT was finally an appropriate hour for you to excuse yourself for the evening, you were near to exploding entirely.Â
Whispers of âAre you alright, your Majesty?â plaguing you through your already racing mind. It was beyond difficult to keep the constant shaking of your foot unobvious, however you could not simply up and leave whenever you wantedâat least not yet. The monarch would remain in an unstable authoritative position for quite some time after ascension, and with the unorthodox situation at hand, you assume youâd really have to push yourself if you were to be of any use as sovereign.Â
But when the time finally came and you were escorted out of the grand ballroom, only mere ticks away from the resounding bells of midnight, you were holding back from breaking into a sprint. Outside your quarters it was empty, but you remain steadfast in your refusal for your ladies in waiting tonight, promising you could dress yourself for bed on your own.Â
Standing at the double doors of your rooms, still the princessâ quarters as you refuse to move into the Queenâs rooms, you stand waiting. The two guards remain staring straight ahead, and you wait for the clicking of your ladies to go muffled before you ask.Â
âHas the Captain approached?âÂ
âNo, your Majesty.â
You try not to feel disappointed, despite knowing the midnight bells were yet to sound. âIf he does, allow him in, please.âÂ
Opening the double doors, you half wish you had let your ladies help you out of the god awful dress, tight and loose in all the wrong places. The jewels are thrown haphazardly on your vanity, needing the heavyweight of them off of your body.Â
Perhaps months of little to no bedazzling had rendered you incapable of wearing anything mildly less comfortable than linen and leather, but you suppose youâd slip back into the habit just as easily as you slipped out of it. Your nightgown feels like heaven on your tired, tired body, and the dimly lit interior of your bedchamber is only encouraging you to slip under your covers and fall deep into sleep.Â
That was one thing about the ship you doubt youâd ever miss.Â
Three rapt knocks outside of the heavy double doors have you sitting rapt at attention, hastily making your way to the door from your vanity. Pressing the front of your nightgown down, you open the door slightly and poke your head out.Â
Soonyoung stands at the door, nervous of all things, still clad in his full suit. You smile as you let him in, closing the door to turn the lock.Â
âYour guards mortify me.âÂ
âOh? So theyâre doing their job right?â You walk up to him and grasp onto his lapels, pulling him down to meet the lips youâve missed so much despite only being hours apart. âWhy? Has this big bad pirate found his match in the palace guards of all places?â
âHmm,â heâs humming against your lips. âI could take them both.â
Giggling like you were in love, you wrap your arms around his neck and hold him close.Â
âI hope you werenât bothered too much,â you say. âThe aristocracy seem to have being a pain in the ass written in their birthrights.â
âI think they were too scared to approach, probably thought Iâd start swearing and snatching the pearls right off their necks. Some of them were bearable, asked me how long my sword was.â
Itâs difficult to not laugh at that, âWell?â
He raises his brows unceremoniously, âWonât you like to know?â
Taking the opportunity while you giggled uncontrollably at the situation, he goes back placing never ending kisses to your mouth. Sighing involuntarily, you melt into him once again, infinitely more relaxed than in the hallway.Â
Soonyoungâs eyelashes brush against yours in a whisper of their own, only reminding you how close you were to him in the moment. His kisses go from soft and fleeting to something with a little more vigour. The warmth of his mouth goes back to overtaking the lower half of your face, sucking and licking into your mouth like his life depended on it.Â
If your mind was reeling when his hands were merely ghosts of pressure over your heavy dress, the feeling of his palms and fingers so distinct over your nightgown, the only thing separating you two, is enough to have your knees begin to buckle.Â
From your waist, they move to your back, before caressing back to the sides of your waist, thumb running in circles. Gentle handfuls of your flesh, bunching and letting go of the material of your nightgown. Very soon, his mouth leaves yours and instead moves to your jaw, the air in the room letting you feel the wetness that he leaves behind as a passionate trail.
He soon reaches the junction of your jaw and neck, leaving a particularly long suck in the area that has a gasp leaving your mouth. Remaining in that area, you feel the pleasant graze of his tongue on your skin, only making you tilt your head farther out to let him carry out his loving.Â
Your mind wanders back to the hands that grope you in ways that would defame you, the unseemly palms that have you needing to feel him all the same.
With grazing hands, you slip your fingers underneath his jacket, pushing it off one shoulder. He understands the message, flicking it off of his frame before loosening his cravat and throwing it somewhere behind him.Â
Unlatching from your neck, he comes round to face you to find your face the epitome of disconnected and dazed.Â
âCan you wait for me on the bed, my love?â
âButââ The thought of him being even an inch away was most aggravating, but he cuts you off before you can refute.Â
âIâm not going anywhere, I promise.â Soonyoung rests his forehead against your own, taking your hands in his. âIâm right here. I just need to take this awful suit off.â
Your face must have been peculiar because heâs immediately jumping, panicked. âUhâdo you not want me to, we donât have to, I just thoughtââ
âNo!â you yelp, wide eyed. âI, um, Iâll wait. On the bed, I mean.â
He lets you walk over to the giant four poster bed, pushing the flow of your gown down when you realise how high it had ridden, cheeks burning scarlet at the thought of exposing so much.Â
Hearing ruffles from behind you, you cannot bring yourself to look back at him, already extremely lightheaded and afraid that the sight might make you faint altogether.Â
Perhaps you were experiencing a delayed case of sea legs, because itâs more difficult than usual to make yourself comfortable on the soft beddings. You make a futile attempt at slowing your breathing.Â
By the time Soonyoung is done, meeting you in the middle, you keep your eyes on his face as heâs immediately climbing over to kiss you softly. Hand on the back of your head, he guides you to lay flat, adjacent to the headboard so youâre laying on the breadth of the bed.Â
He handles you like you were made of glass, and it only makes the strange ache between your legs increasingly present and uncomfortable.Â
Noting a cool feeling on the base of your throat, you open your eyes and catch the leather cord that dangles from his neck, the letter opener charm thatâs attached to the end of it connecting you two as your lips part. Just beyond, through the dip of his collarbones and the valley to his chest, you catch the scar that curls above his heart. Even lower, you find the smaller wrappings of his scarring wound.Â
You trace over the edges of the new addition, shaking hands as you try your best to not brush over the wound.Â
On the other side, Soonyoung has his hands on shin as his body hovers over you between your legs. Curling around, he caresses the skin of your bare calf, drifting to the back of your knees. He takes the opportunity to lift your leg, urging you to wrap it around his waist.Â
The action has gravity doing what it does best, the hem of your nightgown dropping to bunch over the junction of your leg, your entire thigh exposed for the air.Â
Soonyoung takes no time to let his hands wander higher, taking light handfuls of the flesh of thighs, dragging his grip further and further up.Â
âNearly tipped the ship over when I saw you in those fucking trousers,â he says, eyes closed as he drags his mouth over the inner part of your thigh.Â
The sound that leaves your mouth is breathy, mind preoccupied with how quickly he was making his way towards the apex of your thighs. Heâs using his mouth like he used it on your own lips, nipping at the flesh before biting down hard.Â
âSoonyoung!âÂ
Tongue running over the patch, he sucks on the area to sooth the bite. Itâs taking everything out of you to not twitch uncontrollably in his hold, the heat in your core reaching temperatures youâve never experienced.Â
Unlatching himself from your thigh, Soonyoung rears his head slightly. The sight has your head rolling back, mind drifting to the face of the man whoâd visited you in your dreams, the same man that had now made home between your legs.Â
Before you realise it, the bunched hem of your nightgown is flown upwards entirely, fluttering as the fabric lands on your stomach.Â
Your heat is bare underneath, evident with the way Soonyoung keeps his eyes on the now fully exposed part of you. Your chest continues to rise and fall as you lift your head to look at him, eyes half closed and mind muddled.
âWhatâŚWhatâre you doing?âÂ
Soonyoung looks like youâve disturbed him from a trance, snapping up to look at you as you ask him your question.Â
It hardly registers in his mind. What was he doing? Was it not obviousâ
Ah.Â
If the mere sight of your bare thighs werenât enough for him to release his load onto the sheets untouched, your unawareness might just end up doing it for him.Â
Of course you didnât know why he was at eye level with your cunt; women from this world were not supposed to know.Â
The buzz in his mind renders him useless for a few moments as his vision blurs, the pain in his lower region unbearable. The thought of him being the first person to do this to you, to pleasure you like this; he wasnât sure if heâd make it till the end of the night alive.Â
Screwing his eyes shut, his palms full of your thighs, he drops his head and counts to ten.Â
âWill you let me show you how a Queen is meant to be worshipped?âÂ
Wet mouthed and unhinged eyes, your arousal was doing nothing but multiplying at the sight of him.Â
âDo you trust me?â he asks. âI promise Iâll make you feel good.âÂ
It takes you less than a moment to nod your head, eyes locked with his.Â
Bringing a hand closer, he dips one finger into the beginnings of your hole. Bringing some of the glisten onto his fingers. Your lips are parted and he brings a second finger to gather your arousal, rubbing over your entrance ever so slowly.Â
The motion makes you let out a heavy exhale, gripping onto the bunched fabric at your stomach till your knuckles turn white.Â
With little warning, you feel his fingertips push and drag upwards, right over the sensitive bundle of nerves. Immediately, heâs rubbing your arousal all over the area, rubbing your clit in rhythmic circles with both fingers.Â
You canât stop it when you throw your head back and let out a slight whimper, relishing in the feeling that overtakes every last sense and capability, anticipating the next surge of pleasure that courses through your entire body like you've been struck by a bolt of something.
Vision obscured, you loll your head to the side when you feel his fingers retract, confused.Â
All you catch is the outstretched nature of his tongue, and how it lands directly where his fingers were.Â
You let out the loudest moan yet, back arching off the bed as he licks a forceful drag up your cunt before moving back down your clit, circling your hole with the tip of his tongue, right before repeating. He flicks your nub right where heâs found you twitch the most, back and forth as your hips begin to fail at your suppressed stutters, his hands needing to pin you down onto the sheets to continue.Â
He becomes more generous, laying his tongue flat now as he massages your nub so good. Your thighs are closing around his ears and he does nothing to stop you, nearly suffocating between them. Hips going from their stutters to a grind, you find your hands flying to his hair, grip tighter than you thought youâd come down with. It doesnât help that heâs now taken a finger to circle your entrance while his lips suck on your clit.Â
âSoonyoung.â Itâs all you can say, throat incapable of forcing anything but his name, the burn behind your eyes only making it harder to not say it louder.Â
When he pushes the finger in, it has you letting out a moan, the foreign feeling against your walls only forcing them to clamp onto his digit. Gradually, you feel his pace quicken as he slides his finger in and out of your hole, his mouth still doing beautiful things to your cunt.Â
It doesnât take long for him to shove in another finger, stretching your hole as you let out a constant string of noises through the pleasure, ever-building as every passing moment only scrambles your brain further.Â
And then you feel him groan, a vibration throbbing through your system.Â
Itâs suddenly all too much, and before you can tell him whatâs going on, youâre rendered incapable. You donât know where your limbs fly, but all you feel is white hot and overwhelming to an unbelievable degree.Â
âOhâunghââ Your body is telling Soonyoung all he needs to know as he only pushes into your pussy even further, letting you ride out your high as you claw at him in every way possible.Â
Inevitably, the feeling subsides and you realise youâve been reduced to sobs, tears streaking the sides of your face. Laying flat with your head still on the sheets, you stare at the ceiling of your four poster, trying to remember where you were.Â
Barely noticing the man that now hover above you, you hear him whisper. âAre you alright?â
Nodding weakly, you donât even try to lift a finger in the remaining aftermath.Â
âI need words, my love.â
Swallowing thickly, you give him a breathy, âYes.â
The lower half of his face glistens in the light like unorthodox diamonds, and all you can think about is how you need him closer to you.Â
You make an attempt with your nightgown, your trembling arms, still coursing with the aftershocks of your orgasm.Â
Soonyoung decides to help, hands pushing your spine into an arch as he pulls the slip up and over your head, now entirely bare in front of him.Â
You watch as instead of throwing the fabric away, he brings it to his mouth to wipe the slick off, tainting the gown with your essence.Â
Mouth over yours in a salty kiss, you pull him into you as close as humanly possible, needing to feel his heat, his weight, his scent as close as possible. His mouth reaches your throat again, lips brushing over the expanse as he places open mouthed kisses over the nearly faded marks.Â
His hands are lingering once again as they ghost the sides of your breasts, thumbs coming close to your nipples before retracting in a caress. He takes them in handfuls as he goes back to busy your lips with his own, massaging the mounds with a pressure just enough to have you reeling.Â
Flicking your nipple lightly, he goes back to circle the bud with thumb again. Making himself further familiar, his fingers begin to pinch and pull at them, pressing down to get a noise out of you, one that you sound as you breathe into his mouth.Â
Trailing over your stomach, he pushes himself off of you. On his knees, he takes the distance as his chance to look at you in your entirety for the first time. Your fucked out expression and your lack of words is doing nothing but fueling him, your loud breaths somehow more sinful than anything he could ever do to you.Â
In one swift motion, heâs slipping his arms beneath you, pulling you up so he can lay you against the headboards and pillows. You barely register whatâs happening, having given yourself up to him long before.Â
Grabbing one of the millions of cushions on the bed, he swings one over. Using no strength of your own, he lifts your hips and places it down beneath you, effectively propping you up.Â
And then heâs meeting you at eye level, hands cupping your face. âI need you to listen to me, darling.â
He waits for confirmation, of which you can only nod, still seeing mild stars. âDo you want to stop?âÂ
It's a visceral reaction; the violent shaking of your head, the hand that flies to his bicep. âNâno!â
You pause as he grips onto your upper arms tight, right as you continue. âI justâa moment. Donât stop, please.â
Leaning down, he places a long kiss on the corner of your mouth before moving his head to fit into the crook of your neck. He nuzzles his nose against the skin below your ear.Â
âIâm right here,â he whispers. âFor as long as you want me.â
His kisses go from desperate to something with a little more intent, pressing his lips into your neck consistently. Oh so gently, it begins to feel like a draught. He turns into calm just as he could become chaos, bringing you down from the after effects of his own actions.Â
The hum that leaves you is unthinking, fingers remaining deep in the roots of his hair. Your own nose is pressed against his hair, his scent mixed with sweat infiltrating your nostrils. It fills your head with a pleasant buzz, one that you feel force a pull at the corners of your mouth.Â
âI meant it when I said it,â you murmur into his hair. âI donât want anyone but you.â
Raising his head, he meets your eye, smiling slightly. âI believe you. Forgive me for making you believe I was trying to leave you.â
âYou werenât?âÂ
He presses his lips into a line, exhaling as he drops his chin to his chest. âIâve needed to be selfish my whole life just to survive. LeavingâŚI wasnât sure how I wouldâve gotten on that boat in the morning without taking you with me somehow.â
Moving back to look at you, you realise very quickly thereâs more to the mere glassy look in his eye. âFor once, I wished to be anything but a pirate, to be anywhere but near the sea. Not when you wouldnât be there with me.âÂ
Taking one of his beautifully decorated hands to your mouth, you kiss the soft of his palm. âYouâve done more than anyone ever has to protect me.âÂ
You laugh against his hand, âThis is my turf, captain. Let me protect you⌠protect us.â
Something injects you with a dose of bold, and you find yourself wrapping your arms around his raised shoulders. âButâŚI believe we were in the middle of something. Iâd hate to ruin the mood.â
The smirk that graces his lips is immediate, pushing you back down onto the sheets as you let a laugh escape you.Â
And then you feel something warm graze your bottom lip, pointed in the way it pushes inwards. Heâs brought the glinting letter opener charm up to your lips, the trinket pinched between his fingers as he continues to keep it on your mouth. He kisses you deep as the metal remains between you two, your hands run across the expanse of his back, feeling the muscles ripple as he props himself between you.Â
âI love you,â he cuts between the kiss to groan, the charm dropping from between your mouths to your chest.Â
âI love you, mmhââ His fingers have found your clit mid confession, rubbing quickly as he attempts to get you all hot and withered again.Â
Your legs raise on instinct, back arching as he rubs you mercilessly, the pressure building quicker than it had before.Â
âIâI thinkââ you start to tell him, and it seems itâs all he needs to remove his fingers entirely.Â
âSoonyoung!â you yelp, landing on the bed with a thud.Â
Looking down, you find his hands wrapped around the length between his own legs, and you realise this was your first time seeing it. Past the white-oozing slit, his tip is a painful looking red. If his hands werenât already pumping and he hadnât already lined himself up to your hole, you wouldâve taken him into your own palms, done exactly with your mouth that heâd done with his own.Â
But you canât find it within yourself to stop him when you feel the initial push of his bulbous tip against your hole, the stretch causing you to drop your mouth open.Â
âFuck,â you hear him curse, and when you look up you find his own eyes screwed shut. His hands grip the plush of the pillow beside your head as tight as ever, face askew like he was holding himself back from combusting entirely.Â
Slowly, you feel the stretch turn into something akin to a burn, a sting in the back of your eyes. You let him push himself into you at his own pace, the never ending battle between your mind and your refrained hips ever present as you attempt to keep them at bay.Â
He keeps his pelvis flush against yours ince heâs sheathed himself inside you entirely. BOth of your pants fill the thick air of the room, the throb of your walls around his shaft leaving a tremble in his forearm despite your forsake.Â
Hand somewhere above your head, you feel Soonyoung pull out ever so slightly before pushing back in. Just like this, in shallow thrusts, he pumps himself in an out of your walls in a slow pattern.Â
It begins with a simmering tremble of pleasure that prolongs as he drags his cock in and out, and then in and out, and thenâ
Your eyes fly open when you feel his hips slam against yours with a resounding sound, fingers gripping his arm as he does it again, your moans penetrating the air. Before you know it, heâs hiked your legs up to wrap around his waist, ankles locking as he goes back to snapping his hips into you.Â
âOh, Soonyoung.â
Your nails are digging into his bicep like it was the only thing tying you to this earth, the only thing keeping you from passing out entirely. Heâs taken up a brutal pace, pistoning into your clamped walls with a vigour unmatched.Â
All Soonyoung can hear is the stretch of your moans and groans directly in his ear, the obscene squelch of both of your fluids mixing at your middles. Your hands have migrated to his back, clawing at the skin like youâve been utterly possessed.Â
He canât seem to mind, not when theyâll simply become reopening wounds every time heâll have you like this, all to himself and no one else. He wonders vaguely if your guards outside can hear the way youâre losing yourself in him just as he is in you, wonders if it appalls them that a filthy pirate gets to have their Queen in his arms as her vindictive pleasure.Â
One hand rubbing over your slick clit, he pulls back to sit on his heels, the angle allowing him to keep ever part of you occupied, his spare hand coming up to toy with the pillow of your breast.Â
Itâs all too much, for the both of you as your collective noises become increasingly frequent and high pitched.
And then heâs pushed you over the edge, the shake of your thighs electrifying as you nearly scream out in the bliss of your high. Hands moving every which way to find a grip as you let the feeling crash into you over and over again.Â
âOh, thatâs so good, so good, oh my goodness.â
Youâre still in the middle of your climax when Soonyoung canât take it anymore, letting himself release his load inside of you like a mark. Itâs a mess of force and pleasure as the both of you lose sight of your strengths and weaknesses, the feeling of his hot cum shooting into your walls only prolonging your orgasm even further.Â
He continues to thrust, continues to play with your nub, continues to flick at your nipples despite the orgasm subsiding. Itâs all suddenly too much all at once, the sharp jerk of your body and your voice asking him to stop.Â
âSoonâSoonyoung, itâs too much.â
Hands coming to a halt and his thrusts slowing, you feel him ease himself out of you.Â
Itâs a sight Soonyoung doubts he could ever forget even if he tried, your still pulsating walls doing everything but keeping the milky white of his load inside you, globs of the liquid spilling out as you shudder near lifeless on the bed. His hands grope at the inside of your thighs, pulling your lips apart to take in the mess heâs made.Â
He canât help himself when he pushes two fingers into your hole, feeding his cum back into your hole right where it belongs.Â
Youâve only barely started to come round when he meets you at eye level, plopping next to you on the bed.Â
âHi,â he grins.Â
âHi,â you breathe back, hands coming up to touch his face.Â
He lets you breathe for a few moments as he finds himself getting off the bed to find your tainted nightgown, moving back to you to spread your legs and wipe you clean as best as he could.Â
You find it within yourself to allow him to pull you into a sitting position, a cup of water from the nightstand pressing against your tired mouth.Â
âCome on, just one,â he urges as you slump against his chest.Â
You take a few sips as he coaxes you into drinking the full cup and half of the second helping.Â
He gives up as he holds you against his chest, brushing his fingers through your tangled hair to push past your face.Â
âAre you alright?â he asks you. Your eyes are closed when he leans down to place a peck on the apple of your cheek.Â
âMhm,â you muffle. âWant to sleep.
âIâd let you, butâŚâ
âSoonyoung, I canât go again,â you whine.Â
He chuckles, âI meant to ask where we could find some sugar around here. You barely ate anything at the ball.â
âThe kitchens?â you answer with a floating question mark.Â
Soonyoung canât help it when he squeezes you so tight it has you complaining loudly, not being able to sustain the love just in the tiny expanse of his heart.Â
âCome on, letâs get you some cake before both our hearts give out.â
BUNDLED UP IN WARMER clothes, the only thing the palace walls hear is the tiny whispers and giggles of you and your lover as you make your way to the kitchens.Â
Itâs empty at this time of night, the dying embers of the fireplace the only source of light. Soonyoung uses every last bit of his thievery to manage to find a basket of dough balls, the syrup more readily available at the table in the centre.
The tingling in your brain canât seem to decipher the overwhelming happiness that floods you from the ends of your hair to the tips of your toes. Especially when you call out his name amidst his shuffling, your heart canât take the grin on his face as he hurries to join on the floor in front of the fireplace.Â
Arm looped through his own and your head on his shoulder, you decide youâd be quite okay dying like this.Â
The dough balls are cold and the syrup is probably a little too sweet, but you canât possibly complain when it warms you just the same.Â
âIâve despised my name my entire life,â Soonyoung starts in the silence, picking at the insides of his treat. âSome old merchant sailor was giving his ship away in exchange that the taker would take care of it. Heâd built his Tigress from the first board to the last sail, but the years had made their mark. It was practically falling apart when I took it off his hands.â
He pushes the remaining bit of the pastry into his mouth, muffled as he continues, âHe had a strange name, said it was given to him by his crew when they realised he was born without a name. Hoshi. I liked it well enough so I kept it.â
âSoonyoungââ
âThat one. I wanted to replace the name I loathed, the one my own mother gave me.â You watch as his throat bobs as he swallows. âAsh is my birthplace, my mother worked in the brothels where I was born only because she couldnât get rid of me.â
Taking one of the hands that wrap around his arm, he brings your fingers to your mouth, kissing the tips of each one. âI despised that name, until I heard it from your lips.âÂ
âSoonyoung.â It felt right on your tongue, like you were destined to say his name.Â
âYes, my love?â He smiles softly.Â
âI love you.â
âI love you more,â he says as he kisses you again. âThank you for keeping my name, thank you for giving it life.â
You take the opportunity to grab one of the syrup soaked dough balls from the basket and stuff them into his mouth. âEnough, donât tell me all this luxuryâs made you soft.âÂ
It was a jab but a lighthearted one in any case, you loved to see this side of him and you doubt you would ever get enough of seeing him like this. Vulnerable with his softer smiles and squinted eyes.Â
Bringing one of your digits to your mouth, you suck the remaining syrup off your fingers.Â
Soonyoung is quick to take notice as he takes your hand and brings your fingers up to his mouth, running his tongue over the pads of your fingers to take in the remaining sugar left on your fingers.Â
He keeps his eyes locked onto yours as he sucks on the tips of your fingers, making sure every last hint of sweetness is gone.Â
And then heâs kissing you, tongue in your mouth as he moves against your lips slowly.Â
Breaking apart, you whisper, âAs much as Iâd love to, the bakers will be coming in any minute now.â
Soonyoungâs grin is dangerous, and you find out why the minute you feel his arms loop around your waist and under your thighs, lifting you clean off the floor of the kitchens.Â
You squeal before you can help it, his lips finding home in your neck as you laugh as loud as your chest would allow.Â
You could get used to this. And you will.Â
THE SERVANTS CARRYING THE giant stack of plates nearly topple over when you sprint past them, yelling a loud apology over your shoulder as you do nothing but hasten your pace.Â
The paper in your hands is clutched tight in your fists as you run to where your carriage awaits, near yelling at the driver to make it to the docks before the streets would be full of the early morning merchants and bakers, slowing the gallops of the decorated horses.Â
The town is waking as your carriage races past, the beginnings of the new day making itself known as the sun peers through the gaps of the houses. Youâre incapable of sitting still, your heels tapping against the floors of your cabin incessantly as the docks grow nearer and nearer.Â
And then you see it, the rush of dock handlers that see the royal carriage slow to a stop in front of the boardwalk. You slam the door open before any of the tens could do it for you, breaking into a sprint as you find the distinct flag of the royal crest wave high on the other end of the docks.Â
You had already seen Soonyoung off in the dark of the night as he made his way to the ship that was near ready to depart as you slide to stop in front of the anchored ship.Â
There was nothing sane about what you were doing, the chortles and shocked noises of sailors and merchants deaf to ears as you finally spot him near the prow.Â
His eyes meet yours and he has to do a double take.Â
Panting and needing to hold onto your knees for support, you peer up as you watch him run towards the ramp that leads down to the docks to see you, to ask why you were here when heâd kissed you goodbye mere hours ago.Â
By the time he meets you at the wobbly boardwalk, youâve somewhat recovered.
âAre you alright?â he asks you as soon as youâre within earshot, hands grasping onto your upper arms in evident concern.Â
âI had to tell you, this came in right after you left.â You brandish the paper clutched into your fist, smoothing it over as the light catches the red stamp at the bottom.Â
It takes him less than a minute to realise what it said, eyes blinking rapidly and mouth gaping like a fish. âTheyâŚThey said yes?âÂ
âThey said yes,â you repeat, nodding furiously as you break into a smile. âWe can get married, Soonyoung, they said yes.â
His arms are crushing you before you know it, wrapped around you so tight as he buries his face into your neck, repeating it like a mantra, âThey said yesâŚâ
By the time you part, he keeps his arms around you, still embracing you in front of the entire port. You take hold of his face bringing it closer to you.Â
âThree months, and then you come home,â you breathe. âAnd I get to marry you, in front of everyone.â
Soonyoung lets his lips meet your own in a chaste kiss as he corrects you, âI get to marry you in front of everyone.âÂ
Thereâs a thud of something nearby, and you look up to find the crew of the Tigress hanging over the railings of the newly appointed naval ship that looked suspiciously like a pirateâs.Â
âHe canât come back home, if he doesnât leave!â Seungkwan yells over cupped hands.Â
Youâd like to send him an affectionate gesture involving your middle finger, but choose to save him in front of the crowded port.Â
âYouâll miss me, Seungkwan, just you wait,â you send him a pointed glare that he simply scoffs at.Â
He might miss you, but youâll definitely miss the lot of them when you return to a significantly emptier palace.Â
âDonât let the royal snobs walk over you, youâre a better sailor anyway,â you tell Soonyoung. âNot that I needed to tell you, anyway.â
âI promise on our future wedding to be a complete menace.â He grins at the declaration as you admire him in the morning light.Â
One last time, you memorise the dips and hills of his features, pressing your final kiss into his lips as the voices telling him to hurry it up grow louder.Â
He blows you a kiss from the railings as the anchor is hoisted, and you send him one right back.Â
As your carriage trudges its path back to the palace, at a pace more acceptable for both the stamina of the horses and the integrity of the structure, your eyes remain glued to the shrinking ship that fades into the distant horizon.Â
Thereâs a pang in your chest, one that brings a tear to your eyes. Itâs all very dramatic, the way the melancholy makes a home in your heart. An inkling tells you how youâll probably become quite used to the feeling, learn to greet it like a friend.Â
For now you enter the lighter palace, and take your place on the chair in your study and find solace in the ideas your mind brings.Â
That no matter how long Soonyoung will remain far from you, he will always come back home to you.Â
Always.Â
[AN]: ty for joining my babies on their journey, i cannot thank you all enough for reading all 48fuckingK words of this i love you guys truly!!! thank you for all the reblogs and comments on the other parts, it makes me genuinely so happy to see you guys enjoy this universe that i've built. I read every single comment and know i appreciate all of it so so much <3
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~Tell Ur Girlfriend ~ C.C ( nsfw mdi)
warnings: light smut, a little bit angst, master baiting , cussing, anger love confession, w/w, consent was given throughout this fic btw, idk i think thatâs it
pov: caitlin clark is with her boyfriend, but she just canât get you off her mind
â should i tell my boyfriend what ive been doing? been thinking of you. everytime i screw him.â
( btw this is my first ever one shot or wtvv sooo yeaaa đ also i js love this song with all of my heart I WILL NEVER GET TIRED OF IT!! i also donât really know the word countâŚso please tell me how to do that im kinda dumb, and also donât mind the switching in point of views, this was kinda a mess!đ)
also blue means flashback, pink are lyrics from the song!
â fuck caitlinâŚyea you like that donât you?â
Caitlin, in fact, did not like that. Her boyfriend had had a difficult and stress filled game tonight, and he needed something to help relieve his anger a bit. Caitlin, being his girlfriend, offered to help.
As caitlin stared longingly at the clock propped up on the bed side table, she awaited for when this was going to end.
â oh yes- mm such a good girl for me hm?â
Ew. Caitlin didnât like being called thatâŚunless it was by someone elseâŚ.no she canât be thinking of her, that was long agoâŚ.right?
â should i tell my boyfriend what i been doing? been thinking of you, every-time i screw him.â
Her boyfriend, after finishing, was now fast asleep and snoring in bed beside her. But caitlin couldnât sleep, she could only think of you. She remembered the intimate moment as if it was yesterdayâŚ.
âŚthe team was having a sleepover, all the girls from the basketball team were there. They all were watching a movie, the fragrance of melted butter popcorn in the air, and the laughter that could be heard even if miles away taking over the atmosphere . You and caitlin had been best friends since high-school, you guys were inseparable.
Although you guys were best friends, everyone knew that you had a severe, but secret, crush on caitlin. and caitlin reciprocated those feelings too.
it was so bad, that even some of the fans had theories about the two of them, wether itâd be that they were secretly dating or even that they were just hooking up. therefore, when caitlin revealed her 3 month secret relationship with her boyfriendâŚthe fans werenât the only ones who were disappointed.
at the sleepover, everyone had fallen asleep, except for caitlin.
and you of course.
as you attempted to fall asleep, you felt a gentle tap on your back. you turn around to see caitlin with a small mischievous grin plastered on her face.
â hey, you awake? psstâŚpsstâŚhey wake up..â , caitlin whispers to you.
â caitlin im not even asleep, i physically cant. and..what do you want?â , you say slightly irritable since you were so close to dozing off.
â i donât know..i just canât fall asleep. can you?â
â well not anymore thanks to youâ you silently grumbled, sitting up criss crossing your legs.
you and caitlin had chosen the second couch, it was slightly small but they fit just fine. the other girls were on the seats they had chosen while in pairs , sound asleep.
caitlin was already in a sitting position, her legs criss crossed like yours.
â so whyâd you wake me upâŚ?â
â um just wanted to um-âŚ..okay fine you got me. i donât know im just bored out of my mind. plus isnât this a sleepover..? like why is everyone asleep so early?â caitlin rambled .
you couldnât help but chuckle at this, caitlin always rambled to you about nonsense. i mean of course she did, overall she was your best friend.
but when she rambled, it could also mean that sheâs nervousâŚstressed even.
â donât worry cait, itâs okay iâll stay up a little longer to talk to you if you want â , you laugh.
caitlin did the cutest grin ever , her deep dimples showing immediately.
â omg okay thank you so much- i justâŚidk needed someone to talk to.â she said, her smile fading out into a tiny but noticeable frown.
you sat there, worried.
â hey you okay cait..?â
â yea im fine..its just..â , she muttered while looking at her phone, her eyes slightly watering. she turned the phone and showed you what she was stressed about.
on the phone, it was on iMessage , she was texting her boyfriend. he was basically mad at her for â not telling himâ that she was going to the sleepover since he â neededâ her because of his incredible loss. he then proceeded to break up with her, definitely impulsively making decisions due to his anger.
as she continued reading the series of messages, she got more shocked with each message sent. her eyes scanning the screen, getting more angry yet sympathetic the more she read.
â why would he say that? are you okay?â
are you okay?
those were the three words that made caitlin break. the guard she put up finally shattered as she started uncontrollably sobbing, hugging her best friend tightly.
â i donât know, i didnât do anything wrong. whatâs wrong with meâŚwhat did i do?â , caitlin sobbed incoherently, tears spilling from her beautiful brown eyes.
all her best friend could do was rub on her back slowly, comforting the athlete.
â shhhâŚitâs okay caitlin. iâm here okay? iâm here.â
as those words left your lips, caitlin looked up at the girl, her eyes swollen and glossy.
â maybe i just need to pay more attention to him, or maybe i just need to dress prettier or-â, she cried, her head hung in her hands now, slightly tugging on her hair due to the amount of stress placed on her.
â no caitlin. look at me.â
caitlin brought her gaze from her hands to her friends face, gosh she was beautiful.
â your the best girlfriend he could ask for, if he doesnât want you to hang out with your friends, then honestly fuck him. he doesnât deserve you and you deserve better. and i know that might be mean or harsh to say, but itâs true and someone has to finally say it. heâs always controlling your every move and everyone sees it. you donât look happy anymore. if anything u look drained all the time. i donât want to see you like that anymore baby. i love you too much to see you suffer like this.â
baby. ugh the pet name she loved to be called by you.
wait. did you say youâŚloved her? she stared at you, the question threatening to spill from her lips.
â you love me?â
â ugh of course i do caitlin! how could you be so blind? iâve loved you ever since we first met in freshman year. ever since we saw eachother at basketball tryouts. iâve loved you for so long, and you just keep letting this asshole break your heart over and over again. and i just have to comfort you and myself with the reality of everything. you know how much that hurts? having to live with the realization that you will most likely never love me back? and to think that-â, you were cut off by lips being pressed to hers.
caitlin pressed her lips against yours, hungrily grabbing your hair and pulling you closer, her hot breath mixed with yours.
you kissed back, grabbing onto her lovely hips, pushing her back against the arm of the couch. you straddled her, both of your hands on her face.
with one hand, you slightly pulled on her hair, causing her head to go back, revealing her neck to you. you kissed on her neck, searching for not only the sweet spot , but for the noises you dreamt that sheâd make for you.
caitlin then moaned softly as you found the spot that made both you and her weak. after you heard the noise caitlin made, you made sure to concentrate on that one spot, sucking and biting on the place that mattered.
this action had caitlin a mess, her moans and whimpers slowly getting louder by the minute, both of their cores getting hotter and needier for eachother with every kiss they shared.
â fuck i-i need youâŚâ, caitlin whimpered, her hands grabbing onto your hair, pushing you closer to her exposed neck that was now full of purple hickeys.
â shh donât wanna be to loudâŚhm? be a good girl and stay quiet..â
âŚ..as caitlin remembers the intimate moment, she didnât take the time to notice her long fingers down her pajama pants, under her panties, slowly rubbing circles onto her now aching clit.
fuck she was close.
as she continued masterbating, she stuck three fingers in herself, moaning at the pleasure. she couldnât help it. she moaned more at the combination she was feeling, the pleasure of three fingers up her core, while circling her clit at the same time.
as she was caught up in the moment, she moaned your name, a little louder than expected. she didnât mean to.
as she finally finished on her slender fingers, she opened her eyes, only to see her boyfriend fast asleep and snoring.
it wasnât until then that she realized how much she really wanted you. noâŚ.needed you. all she could do was sigh, lay down, close her eyes and dream about you, her dreams being the only place where her fantasies came true.
â and if you want me, you gotta put the word in. go tell ur girlfriend, that im ur girlfriend.â
it was now the morning, she woke up with a little stretch looking beside her. right next to her was an empty spot that her boyfriend shouldâve been in. then again, he always did this. after sex there was no aftercare or quality time spent together. it was just..wellâŚsex.
she sighed with her head in her hands.
what has she got herself into?
â cuz i donât wanna live a lie, lie, lie.â
damn did she miss you. she missed the feeling of you against her neck, your kisses and ur sloppy hickeys. she missed the smell of that damn cherry chapstick, and she missed the sound of your moans that made her go insane.
she had to go see you.
there caitlin was, knocking at your dorm door, room 422, just like she had remembered.
â coming!â
âyea you will be coming very soonâ, she thought.
you opened the door to see caitlin, she was dressed in a white nike jacket, black shirt under, and matching joggers that replicated the jacket, her hair was pin straight.
â hey cait, whatâs u-â, you got cut off when caitlin pushed her back into the dorm, pinning you against the front door, hands holding your wrists down, definitely going to be bruised later, as caitlin hungrily kissed you.
you moaned at the sudden action, moaning into caitlinâs mouth, only driving her to continue.
â ugh iâve missed youâŚâ , caitlin grunted, as she moved her lips against yours, you kissing back even harder than she was.
â caitlinâŚughâŚmmâŚcaitilin what about y-your boyfriend..?â
â ugh i canât anymore with him, been thinking of you everytime i screw him, i swear.â
â but what if he finds out? what if he catches us then-â
â what he doesnât know wonât hurt him.â
â we were just friends, but then came in cupid. the tension was buildin, we had to pursuit it.â
caitlin was now on top of you, fingers circling your clit. both of you were partly unclothed, the only clothing intact being your panties.
â fuck caitlin iâm almost there, please.â
â please what?â , caitlin asked almost teasingly.
â please just fuck-â, she was saying as there was a knock on the door, a shout coming right after.
â caitlin! i know your here, your location says so!â
you and caitlin could recognize that voice from anywhere.
it was caitlinâs boyfriend.
well fuck.
â go tell your girlfriend, that im ur girlfriendâ
âââââââââââââââââââââââââââââââââââââ
OMGGGG I FINISHED IT!! i had literally the hardest time writing this like i legit forgot about it but then i came to a restaurant for a couple hours and my writers block sorta just vanished and i started writing sm.
IF YOU WANT A PART TWO JUST SAY ITTT!! idk if people willl actually like this, it is my first so please donât judge too much, i tried my best! anyways i hope you caitlin clark fans enjoyed this! have a good day and remember to watch indiana fever tonight at 6:30!
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hi! can you please make a virgin reader x experienced billy loomis story? maybe the story can take place in billy's car or at his house when parents are out.
Grrr thank's for this request anon! I've been meaning to write a virgin reader fic. Get ready đ
Warnings: Virgin reader, AFAB reader (no pronouns used,) public sex, car sex, making out, Billy is kinda sweet here idk, unprotected sex (wrap it up babes, trust me,) || Edited: June'24
Word count: 2.6k
Note: This has some elements inspired by the song "97" by Doja Cat
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"We're going to the drive in tonight, you wanna tag along?" Tatum asked and you thought about it for a second, not really in the mood to hang out. "Billy's gonna be there, maybe you can tag along with him, hm?" She continued and winked at you. You bit your lower lip at the thought of being alone with him yet again...
You're not sure how it happened exactly, but the word got around that you had a little crush on Billy. With him having broken up with Sidney you didn't want to make things weird between everyone in the group, so you opted for the best option at the time which was keeping it to yourself . That was until suddenly everything changed.
After one of the many hang outs the group had at Machers residence, you decided to stay a little later once everyone left to help Stu clean up, which didn't take very long. When you were ready to leave, as you exited the door you encountered Billy and gasped in surprise and slight fear. He hadn't joined this get together and you were partly thankful, partly upset at his absence.
"Fuck! You scared me!" You said startled before closing the door behind you.
"I'm sorry, didn't mean to scare you." Billy replied, laughing softly at your reaction.
His close proximity made you blush and avoid looking up at him, but it was impossible with the boy searching for your eyes. You had been low-key avoiding him all week. Your crush kept growing and growing every time you saw him and you promised yourself you wouldn't let it get that far. Avoiding him was the only thing that seemed right.
You tried to walk past him after mumbling, "It's okay, i'll see you around," but Billy grabbed your arm and spun you around to face him.
"No, I- You didn't do anything. I'm just feeling kinda off, I guess... In general." You lied and he could see right through you. You knew he did.
"Hey, what's going on? You've been acting weird around me all week." He said and you finally met his eyes. He had doubt written all over his face. Curiosity.
"C'mon, don't be like that. Talk to me." He said and you sighed, trying to stay calm and formulate your next words carefully.
"I've just been a little bit thrown off. There's this guy that I kinda like, but he's unavailable." You played around with your words, trying to explain things without it being too obvious.
"How come?" Billy asked, interested in what you were saying.
"Well, we have a friend in common and I don't want to make things weird and such." You said, feeling good with the way you explained everything.
"Mm, yeah. I get what you mean." He replied and you looked at him, eyes wide in surprise.
"You... Do?" Your voice sounded a bit disappointed, but you kept your strength on display. You couldn't give yourself away.
You moved your lips with his, mimicking his movements. His tongue brushed your lower lip softly and you allowed him to run it against your own. Play with each other. He was a great fucking kisser and you didn't want to stop for one second.
"Yeah, I've been wanting to do something about it but I haven't had the chance... until now." He replied and took a step towards you. You were confused with his actions. He wouldn't possibly mean you, right?
Your question got immediately answered as his hand cupped your face and he pulled you towards him, placing a soft kiss on your lips. Billy's the second person you've ever kissed and it made butterflies flutter in your stomach.
Suddenly you heard the door knob turn and pulled away from Billy, leaving enough distance between you two so that it didn't look like anything was happening.
"YN? I thought you lef- Billyyyy, hey. What are you doing here?" Stu asked his friend trying to fake that he didn't know he would come over. Billy rolled his eyes and glared at Stu before turning to look at you again. "See you around YN." He said and grabbed your hand, squeezing it softly before walking into Stu's house.
You were shocked, happy, confused, soaked between your legs and going insane before leaving Stu's house and going to your house where you couldn't sleep for the night because the excitement consumed you.
You snapped back to reality to what Tatum was saying; "Billy's gonna be there, maybe you can tag along with him, hm?" she continued and winked at you. You bit your lower lip at the thought of being alone with him yet again. You never really told anyone directly about you guys having a mutual crush, or that you've been on the kissing phase for a while but you had a feeling Stu and Tatum knew. I mean c'mon, Stu and Billy were best friends and Tatum was all in for the gossip so I'm sure she got the info out of Stu at some point.
After that night, you guys made out everywhere; your house, his house, at the park, behind the college campus, in empty class rooms, you name it. However, it never went further than that, until that night... The drive in night...
That left Randy and Sidney. They were kinda oblivious to the whole thing, especially Randy. He was too busy trying to win Sidney's heart when she clearly wasn't interested. Poor guy.
"Okay, fine. Since I'm not gonna be driving." -- "Who's not gonna be driving?" Billy joined the conversation with Stu and Randy by his side. "Me, because I'm going with you to the drive in according to Tatum." you answered. Stu smirked at you and then at Billy who glared at him then smiled at you softly. A silent agreement.
"Awwhh fuck! Everyone has a date but me?!" Randy whined and you widened your eyes. Date.
"We're just friends, Randy. Chill." Billy answered and gave you a reassuring look after his words. He didn't want to hurt you, and you understood.
"Good! So I can join you then?" Randy said and looked at you as if he could convince you instead of Billy, but of course that wasn't going to work. You really wanted to be alone with Billy at the drive in and see where the night took you guys, Randy wasn't going to ruin that for you.
"I uh... Y'know? I have a friend who's single and cute! I can set you up." You responded and winked at him. His desperate self accepted right away and you exhaled a breath you didn't even know you were holding.
"Fuck yeah! It's set, see you guys at 8pm!" Stu practically shouted before picking Tatum up over his shoulders and walking away.
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Billy picked you up in his dads red colored 97' Benz. You didn't care if it wasn't his car, he looked hot as fuck in it. It was slick, the red looked intense with how polished and shiny the car was, and you were ready for a long night inside of it.
You had been fantasizing about that night since the invitation. You wanted to go a bit further than just kissing with Billy. Make a bold move or something. You didn't have any experience unlike him but you felt so ready and needy to feel more of him. To feel the unknown. However, you couldn't deny that you did feel scared to some degree. You knew nothing when it came to sex and you didn't want to do anything stupid.
At the drive in, you met with the rest of the group at the entrance and hung out for a while, drinking and sharing candy before the movie started. Then you all chose hidden spots to park, like most people did.
You didn't even know what the movie was about, just that it was some kind of cheap slasher. Billy and you made small talk for the first few minutes of the movie while sharing sweets with each other. The tension between you grew by the minute and you were starting to get nervous. You didn't know if you should've made a first move or something. It's not like you guys hadn't done anything before, but that moment felt different.
"Is that the only one left?" You asked him, frowning as he picked up a small chocolate bar from the assorted candy you bought.
"You wanna share it?" Billy asked, laughing at your little frown. He found it adorable.
You nodded and watched as he unwrapped it, waiting for him to split the candy, but instead he bit one of the ends and held it there. Billy cupped your face and pulled you towards his, poking your bottom lip with the chocolate and you instantly knew what he was asking you to do. You bit the other end of the bar and you guys split it in half, your lips meeting in the end. You gave each other one lingering kiss before parting and savoring the chocolate. You bit your lip and blushed at what had happened. It was too hot for you to handle and you were already feeling yourself getting wet between your legs.
"I didn't realize that was my favorite chocolate until now." Billy said and you giggled at his words. He was so freaking smooth it drove you insane, so you leaned in and kissed him again, deepening it and using your tongue to play around with his. You ran your hands through his hair and pulled it slightly which made him release the quietest moan. You smiled into the kiss and moved across the car dash to sit on his lap, on the drivers seat.
You immediately felt his hard on against your core and started to grind against it slowly. It was an instinctual move from your part. Billy placed his hands on your hips and made you grind against him a bit faster. His breathing picked up and you released little moans that echoed around the car.
Billy's hands traveled up your thigh and under your skirt. He squeezed the flesh and it sent goosebumps all over your body. He hooked his thumbs under your thong (bold choice of underwear that day,) and started to play with the fabric, testing the waters. When his fingers traveled close to your core you tensed up and stopped kissing him.
"Mm, sorry-" -- "Are you okay?" Billy asked immediately, concern evident in his words.
"Yeah, I just... I've never really... Gone further than making out." You replied, looking away from him, ashamed.
"Hey, it's okay. We can stop if y-" -- "No! No, I don't want to stop... You just..." You paused and ran your hand through his hair, "...have so much experience and I-" -- "It's okay baby, there's nothing wrong with that... Just means I can make you feel really good."
Baby.
You bit your lip and he smirked at you before tapping your thigh. "Get back in your seat, we're getting out of here." He said and you did what he said, no questions asked.
Billy pulled out of the drive in with the headlights off to not bother anyone, but mainly so you guys didn't get caught.
As Billy drove away from the place, he opened the windows and sun roof. The stars were on full display as well as the moon. You rested your arm on the door, admiring the scenery and feeling wildly content as well as a bit reckless. You were ready to risk it all that night with Billy.
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Billy and you drove into a secluded area with a perfect view of a lake and the beautiful night sky. There were a few other cars parked in the area but you could barely see them, much less anyone inside them.
Once you guys were parked, Billy looked at you and patted his lap, smirking at you when you complied in sitting on him again. You didn't waste time and kissed him again, this time hungrier than ever. Billy grabbed your ass and moved you against his already hard cock, making you grind against him like you were before. You felt him grow more beneath you and moaned at the feeling. Pawing and pulling at his hair again you both made little noises that filled the quietness of the car.
"Fuck... We're taking this outside." Billy whispered and opened the door, walking out with your legs wrapped around his torso and arms around his neck. He placed you on the hood of the Benz, the moon light visible on the shiny hood of the car. He kneeled down and kissed up your sensitive thighs. You bit your lip to muffle any noise that could've come out of you but it was nearly impossible. Once Billy reached your core, he took your thong off with his teeth and tossed them God know's where in the woods.
"You're soaked and I haven't even touched you yet" He said and chuckled before licking a stripe up your folds. You threw your head back at the sensation. Billy licked and sucked your cunt like it was his last meal. He moaned against your core and it sent vibrations up your spine. Flicking and sucking on your clit repeatedly and softly you swore you were gonna pass out from the pleasure. Once it built up, you felt a need you hadn't felt before. You needed something inside you.
Your cunt throbbed and ached to have something fucking it, anything, so you grabbed Billy's left hand and moved it towards your center, and he knew exactly what you wanted. He ran his ring and middle finger along your slit and slowly dipped them in all while he was licking and sucking your clit. Finally, he inserted his fingers all the way in your cunt and started to finger fuck you slowly. All the myths you had heard weren't true, you definitely felt a stretch but it was so good. The feeling of getting filled up and getting your g spot stimulated felt amazing, especially while he was working on your clit.
"Yes! Yes, fuck... Fuck me, please Billy, please..." You started to beg. You needed more, wanted to feel him fuck you so desperately.
Billy smirked at your plea and pulled his fingers out of you, licking them clean after. "You taste so fucking good." He said and turned you around on the hood of the car. You heard him unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants quickly before positioning you to align his throbbing cock with your center.
"Wait!" You said and looked back at him. He looked at you knowingly. "I'll pull out, I promise. It feels better this way." You didn't have the energy to fight him on the matter, you just wanted to get fucked, so you gave in.
Billy started to slide in slowly, allowing you to get used to the feel and stretch. You threw your head back in pleasure as you felt every inch of him fill you up. He felt big and you hugged his cock perfectly.
"You feel so good." He said and started moving inside you. "So. Fucking. Good." His thrusts divided his words. You couldn't say anything coherent at that point, you were moaning and whining. Digging your nails in the hood of the car which was probably going to leave marks but neither of you cared.
Billy turned you around to face him and you wrapped your legs around him. He held your thighs to keep you against the hood while he pounded into you. You pulled his hair and bit his shoulder to keep yourself quiet, and he groaned at the feeling. He likes pain?
"I'm not gonna cum until you do." He whispered in your ear and started to rub your clit while he fucked you raw. The pleasure increased immensely at the stimulation and you were surprisingly closer than you thought. The build up felt intense. Both stimulations combined and coursed through your body. You couldn't help but move against him. Feeling him impossibly deep inside you, that's when you came around his cock. You didn't care to be quiet at that point so you moaned and panted like a wild animal. Billy thrusted a few more times before pulling out and cuming on your thigh.
You both panted as you rested your forehead against his.
"That was-" -- "Amazing." He interrupted you and you let out a breathy laugh before looking at him, then looked around.
"So, who's cleaning this up?" You asked, half joking half serious. Billy laughed and looked up in defeat. "We'll figure it out."
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What do you think about Shuro? And more specifically his relationship with Laios, and idk if you talk about ships but what are your thoughts on laishuro
I have this headcannon that Laios has some sort of unrequited crush on Shuro just because it's sorta funny
I ship pretty much everything. Like, as default I think everyone should kiss everyone đ
If I'm honest I'm not much of a Shuro fan, he's a little boring to me and reactions to the chimera episode made me dislike him a bit lmao.
Ignoring the fandom I like him as a character and I LOVE his fight with Laios. Shuro's relationship to Laios is my favorite part of that character so laishuro pretty much saves him for me.
In universe Shuro is said to be quite the introvert even for people from his country. He's not the standard for someone from the eastern archipelago and it bothered me a bit when people used that to justify how he wasn't honest to Laios. I understand the idea that he comes from somewhere where reading social cues is not only expected but required but he's also someone who avoids confrontation and is quiet/shy in general.
Here's a bit from Maizuru's description from the adventurer's bible
"People tend to describe Shuro as "drab" and "shy" (...)" so specifically HE IS the exact type of person who would cause the biggest misunderstanding with Laios, just compare him to how his retainers or even his father and brothers act.
It took them saying they used ancient magic on Falin/seeing chimera Falin for him to finally snap, everything else he decided to just take it cause he thought it was better to take it than to confront Laios directly.
So besides the cultural differences you have to take into consideration this was pretty much the perfect storm brewing for that confrontation, and it's as much who Shuro is as a person and who Laios is as person that caused it.
I also disagree that the fight was a "they're both in the wrong" situation. Don't get me wrong, Laios was VERY culturally insensitive to Shuro and even more insensitive to his feelings, but there was nothing he could have done differently with the information that was available to him.
Specifically I see this comic being used to justify how Laios was to blame too, making Shuro into the victim
Like that's a major white guy move but he DIDN'T HEAR Shuro's name and Shuro never corrected him. I'd understand it if his reaction was "Your name is too complicated so I'll call you Shuro instead" that would be a major dick move, but Laios did not hear his name because Toshiro mumbled it, and for someone that forgot Kabru's name several times I imagine he made an effort to remember Shuro's.
Laios never met someone from the eastern archipelago before this, nobody ever explained to him he wasn't acting in an appropriate manner and most of all he thought they were friends. He trusted Shuro to set boundaries for him, he always respects boundaries that are set even when he doesn't fully understand them (Recalling the "I forgot about feelings.." when Chilchuck says it feels wrong to eat merman)
Instead of explaining ANYTHING to Laios, Shuro instead held it all in until it exploded all at once, he blamed Laios for not knowing something he couldn't know, and accused him of not being serious about saving his own sister.
Just imagine how this must have felt for Laios, everyone is always underestimating how serious he is, everyone accuses him of being stupid, clueless, and now this guy is telling him he isn't serious about saving the person he loves the most in the world and wants to protect always. To me this wasn't a "they're both in the wrong" situation, Shuro is far more in the wrong than Laios. But that's just how I see it.
That all being said, they understood each other finally and made peace after that fight.
And several times after this we see that Shuro really cares for Laios, and Laios still wants to be his friend. He even offered to save Laios if he fails (and he's sure he's gonna fail). So their relationship is dear to me, especially cause after this they finally have the foundation for a true mutual friendship <3
I think my dislike of Shuro comes from relating to him to be honest, it happens often that I see my own failures on a character and get angry at them for being angry at myself lmao. I also got a little annoyed cause I only saw people defending him, apparently those were made as a response to hate he had gotten? But since I never actually seen the hate it just felt annoying to see Shuro being white knighted.
Anyway I love the two of them together and I'm really happy they finally understood each other better. laishuro might be my favorite Laios ship, one sided crushes are great.
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ooh since you've said vampire au could I build my own dream?!!<3
could I do one for vampire beomgyu!? + smut
where maybe beomgyu is your friend from college (secretly you both have a crush on each other tho el oh el) and he's also secretly a vampire and has never told anyone or you before! When you suggest taking a trip to a cabin together after some very hard and stressful exams, there's no way he can back out because of your persistence and has no excuses left he can use and so worriedly goes on the holiday with you.
Only there's so long he can go without feeding and being suspicious and with no other people around in the remote woods of the cabin, he gets so desperate and needy there's no way he can even hide it from you any longer, needing to feed from you which he's wanted to do anyway, literally fantasised about feeding from you so much he loves the smell of your blood, it takes a turn as well w them fucking lolll
500 BASH SPECIAL
#serene adds â... you guys really know the way to my heart with these *sob* â I could write vampire au's until the day I die I fear..!
wc -> 2K (i was pushing the limit for this one)
pairings vampire!beomgyu x afab!reader
warnings blood drinking, lowkey desperate and whiny beomgyu, unprotected sex, tiny bit of marking, dry humping? maybe if you squint idk, no established relationships.
Beomgyu had been acting strange. â Well he always did, but this time around he was actually acting strange. The week-long trip to your old family cabin had been more of a solo one as Beomgyu spent the majority of the days cooped up in his room; only venturing out long after the sun had set to spend the evenings with you. And even then, as the two of you sat together on the couch, he would keep a respectful distance as his gaze remained anywhere but you.Â
What was supposed to be a fun trip to bring you closer, seemed to have created an invisible wall between the two of you. You couldnât deny that his actions made you feel hurt, you had invited him along because you liked him, admittedly a little more than just as a friend, so the thought of having him to yourself for a whole week was thrilling. But as your eyes remain glued to the screen, barely registering the movie that had been playing for almost an hour, you suddenly remember how hesitant he had been about coming here. The slim hopes of him liking you back had long since slipped between the cracks of your now very unstable friendship.Â
With a small sigh you glance over to Beomgyu on the other side of the couch. Despite obviously not taking a liking to the place he had yet to pack up and go home early. Perhaps it would have been less awkward if he did. His frame was tense and his hands rested in his lap, his jaw clenched as his gaze remained solely on the Tv in front of him.Â
In an attempt to bring some sort of spark back into your very much dying friendship, you playfully nudge his side with your foot. Beomgyu quite literally flinches at the action as his eyes finally snap in your direction. He gives you an uptight smile before quickly turning away once more. You frown, what the fuck was up with him?Â
That night, you couldnât rest, no matter how hard you tried. Your relationship with Beomgyu plagued your mind as you went over the weekâs events. Had you done something wrong? Maybe you had said something? But no matter how much you turned the question around you couldnât come to a reasonable conclusion for his odd behavior. Perhaps he was having a rough time, but you guys had always been open with each otherâŚWas there something that he wasnât telling you?Â
Turning around on your back, you stare up at the ceiling of your bedroom as you let out a huff of air. You really liked him. This was supposed to be your chance, but now you were left feeling uncertain.Â
Knock knock.Â
The small sound jolts you into a sitting position as you squint in the direction of your door. That was weird⌠Your bare feet hit the cold wooden floor as you walk over, hesitating only for a moment before you turn the doorknob. Beomgyuâs tall frame looms over you as you suddenly find him inches from yourself. And he lookedâŚstrange.Â
Beomgyu had always been careful, especially around you. He never went too long without feeding, in fact he often took more than he needed, anything to wade off the tempting sensation that washed over him whenever he saw you. But between keeping up with exams and assignments, not to mention spending time with you, he hadnât found the time to stay on schedule during the past weeks.Â
Then you made the offer to go on this trip. He cursed himself for being so easily swayed by your words, for not coming up with an excuse. He knew that he put you in great danger by simply being close to you, but he thought that he could do it, he really did. Itâs justâŚyou smell so good. Beomgyu was used to your sweet scent invading his sensitive nose, but this was different. This whole house reeked of you, your clothes lay scattered around the furniture, the quilts you hugged close to your body discarded on the couch, you were everywhere.Â
He spent most of his days as far away from you as possible. But even between the four walls of his own room your scent haunted him. You smelled divine, and he was so hungry. He couldnât take it anymore, he had to have you, just like he had imagined so many times before.Â
The thought of him sinking his fangs into your soft skin, finally getting to taste the blood he had craved for so long as you withered beneath him. It was enough to drive his mind into a frenzy. So why hadnât he done it yet? Beomgyu grimaced as he considered the feelings he held for you, you were more than just his next meal, he really liked you. Â
And as he stands in front of your door, he listens to the beating of your heart on the other side. He knows that he wonât be able to hold back this time.Â
Swallowing a small gulp you glance up at him. Beomgyu doesnât say anything but for the first time since your arrival here, his eyes remain focused solely on you. â Suddenly you realize why he looked strange, his usual chocolatey brown irises had been replaced with a dark shade of red, the color reminded you of fresh blood.Â
âHey, is everything oka..â your words are quickly swallowed by the breath of air that passes you as Beomgyu slams you up against the nearest wall. Your eyes screw shut at the force and you brace yourself for an impact, but it never came. Hesitantly you crack an eye open to realize that Beomgyuâs hands had pillowed the back of your head whilst his other remained on your lower back.Â
You barely have time to question how he managed to move with such inhumane speed before you feel his hand travel down your neck, had his hands always been so cold? A shiver passes by you as you focus your gaze on him. His expression reflected that of an agonized one, it was almost like he was in pain, his chest heaving as he inhaled through his nose, eyes fluttering every so slightly.Â
In almost an instant, he presses his lips against yours. A small noise of surprise leaves you as your eyes widen. Without thinking you kissed him back, it was almost embarrassing how eagerly you pushed yourself into his touch, allowing the hand on your neck to tighten its grip as the one around your back drew you in closer.Â
Whatever had gotten into him during the past week all seemed minimal compared to this. But if this was the outcome of his odd behavior, you certainly didnât mind. Perhaps he was just nervous? Though the way his tongue pushed into your mouth proved otherwise and you moan softly against his lips as your arms wrap around his neck.Â
Then something sharp grazes your tongue and your eyes snap open as you break apart from the feverish kiss. A small string of saliva connects you and as Beomgyu licks his lips the sight of elongated fangs catches your eye. Your stomach drops as your gaze flickers between the sharp canines in his mouth to the red booming eyes.Â
âBeomgyu what the fuck is..â His lips reconnect with yours, this time with much more force than before and your hands move to his chest in an attempt to push him off. âI need you so badâ, he practically whines into your mouth and you would be lying if you said that those words didnât cause your thighs to squeeze together.Â
When he finally pulls back his gaze looks almost clouded with desire as it drops to the juncture of your neck. What the fuck was even happening right now? âPlease.â His voice sounds strained and his hand cradles your neck tenderly, âplease let me have you.â You gulp as you bite your lip, hesitating to make a decision. It wasnât like you didnât trust him, it was justâŚall so sudden. But fuck, the way he so desperately pleaded for you made you clench around nothing.Â
With a small nod you give in as you release your lip from between your teeth. Beomgyu is back on you in a matter of seconds as he shoves you down on the bed before crawling on top of you. âDonât worryâ, he whispers as his cold fingers brush along your cheeks. âIâll make you feel so goodâ, he reassures before leaning down to press light kisses to your jaw and slowly moving down your neck.Â
He takes his time, gently sucking your flesh into his mouth as he kisses and licks at your skin. All the while his cold hands wander beneath your shirt, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake and you shudder at the touch. He inhales slowly, eyes fluttering closed as he exhales again. âThis will only hurt for a momentâ, he murmurs as he bares his fangs.Â
A small cry escapes your lips as he breaks the skin of your neck, immediately he groans against you, his hands gripping your hips harshly. True to his words, the pain only lasts a moment before it subsides into pleasure. The moan that you fail to suppress takes you by surprise as the sudden waves of arousal shoot through you.Â
Beomgyu, too, seems to catch on as his hips grind against your clothed pussy whilst taking big gulps of your blood. He moans against your skin, his eyes screwed shut in ecstasy as he devours as much of you as he possibly can. âMnhh, you smell so goodâ, he whines as his hips desperately move against yours. âYou taste even betterâ, he then adds, his speech slurred as his fangs remain deeply rooted inside of you.Â
Unable to form coherent sentences you meekly nod, a sharp gasp leaving you as his cold hand dips inside your pajama shorts. Fingers tracing your wet folds before moving to stimulate your clit, drawing a whimper from you. âF-fuck, Beomgyuâ, you cry out as your hands claw at his shoulders, drawing a satisfied groan from him.Â
With each mouthful of blood passing through the two of you, you feel yourself grow weaker in his grasp. The sense of pleasure slowly overridden by a lightweight feeling, almost as if you were floating. With a small hiss, Beomgyu pulls himself from your neck, his tongue tenderly licking at the fresh wound before kissing the skin. âSo perfectâ, he coos as he savors every last droplet of blood.Â
His lips find yours and the metallic taste lingers on his tongue. âI got youâ, he breathes against you as his hands cradle your face. âIâll take care of you.â His soft whispers of assurance combined with the feel of his cock pressed against your folds makes you moan into his open mouth.Â
Without breaking the kiss, Beomgyu slides himself inside of you, shuddering at how you clench down around him almost immediately. âSo perfectâ, he practically whimpers as he slowly moves against you. Your breathy moans along with your nails against his shoulders only encourage the quickening of his pace.Â
âAlwaysâŚalways wanted to taste you, mnhh, smell so good, fuck, so so perfectâ, he blabbers against your lips and you wondered why on earth the two of you hadnât done this sooner. Vampire or not, you wanted Beomgyu and you knew that he felt the same.Â
Pulling back slightly, he watches the expression on your face before glancing down to where your bodies became one, a throaty moan ripping from him at the sight. âSo prettyâ, he whines as his eyes travel to the marks he left on your neck. Leaning down to kiss at the wound, your legs tremble around him as the small action manages to bring you to an orgasm. With his name on your lips you clench around his cook, making him stiffen as he spills inside of you, fangs threatening to re-pierce your skin as he desperately ruts against your cunt. His breath heavy as he looks up at you with a dazed expression.Â
You and him were definitely going to have a talk in the morning.
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