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kyovtani · 4 years ago

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𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 — 𝐤𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮 (𝟏)

– pairing: Kyoutani Kentarou x female Reader

– genre: smut, angst, little bit of fluff to keep the balance; tattoo artist!kyoutani, inexperienced!reader, strangers to lovers!AU, SLOW BURN

– word count: 10k

– warnings: swearing, mentions of infidelity and violence, as well as the consumption of drugs and alcohol; smut: corruption kink, degradation, praising, (soft) dom!kyou, semi public fingering, dry humping

[ part two ]

— summary: the story of two broken souls finding and falling for each other...(im so bad at summaries it's basically you slowly falling for kyoutani's sweet soul have a good day)

"I can't believe we're actually doing this", you mumble and stare at the door of the tattoo shop like your life depends on it, "for a girl you've known for like what – a month?", you add, your words not even reaching your best friend who's currently trying her best to not just pass out and all you can do is let out another loud, doubtful sigh.

At this point, you have no idea how many times you've questioned the reasons behind your friendship with Hana, especially in the past few weeks. Just the fact that you're currently standing in front of a tattoo studio because she's decided to get inked simply because of the girl she's been crushing on for not even two months, shows what kind of sacrifices you’re ready to make for her. Never in a million years would you do something as crazy as this, whereas Hana didn't even hesitate.

And even though you'd love to play the bad guy and tell her how irresponsible and childish she's behaving, you can't help but smile every single time you watch the way her face lights up when she's in the presence of the pretty faced tattoo artist. You don't know how, when or where she met her but no matter how different your best friend and you are, her taste in women is great and to say you trust her with her choice in lovers would be an understatement, which is why you agreed to spend your only day off at a tattoo studio and actually get a tattoo.

"We're going to have a shit ton of fun, I promise", Hana tells you, her eyebrows raised in excitement and her lips stretched into the biggest smile and again, you can't help but let out a little sigh of skepticism.

“Come on, don't be like that, babe! Remember, we're currently trying to get you over your very first heartbreak and this is just another opportunity for you to find a guy who will actually fuck your brains out and treat you like the woman you are, right?", she adds and this time you can't help but roll your eyes at her words before scrunching your nose up in disgust and then, just as usual, the thoughts of said break up start floating your mind.

Pictures and precious moments of you and your boyfriend — now ex — of two years send shivers down your spine and you hate the way those memories have your heart breaking into pieces but no matter how much time passes by, you just can't seem to get over him.

Terushima Yuuji, your first crush, your first kiss, first boyfriend — and the reason for your very first heartbreak.

Fortunately, you're already at the stage of acceptance but the fact that you've been going through several phases of pure pain and wrath in the past few weeks are literal proof that you've come a long way. You've never experienced such intense pain before; after all you've never even thought about what it'd feel like to be cheated on before you goind out that the boy of your dreams has been fucking his neighbor for over four months. And now, a couple of weeks, lots of vodka shots and hair dye later, Hana has decided to make it her mission to get you laid and you can't even deny that she's been doing a pretty good job.

Every guy she has introduced you to turned out to be your type or at least interesting enough for you to actually give a second thought to it.

However, none of them managed to make you go crazy in the way you've been craving it. You don't know exactly what you've been looking for but that doesn't mean you don't know what you don't want. And you are very aware of how maddening that might have been for your best friend, who's been trying her best to get you dicked down but she knows your view on sex and how you won't just let anyone in which is why she's remained this patient.

After that catastrophic break up of yours, you've been dying to expand your experience regarding sex and everything about it just because you wanna show this fucker of Terushima Yuuji that you're not a prude; you don't know how or with whom, but you know you will. Which has to be the real reason as to why you let her drag you to places like this.

"Let's just go in and get this done", you reply, "wanna go back home and watch my tv show", you can literally hear Hana's response in form of an eye roll and without wasting a second, you lift your hand up and give her the finger before finally pulling the door open.

A soft little sound follows the two of you and you feel your eyes widening as soon as you come to stand in the hallway of the studio and no matter how hard you try to, you can't help but stare at the huge picture of a naked woman on the wall in front of you. The attention to detail is incredibly impressive and you don't know if it's because of her huge breasts which are literally falling out of her teeny tiny shirt, but you definitely do mouth a silent "wow".

"Welcome", an excited, yet soft voice pulls you back to reality and with your heart hammering against your rib cage you shift your gaze to the young woman standing next to you, "so happy you made it, Hana", she says and gives your best friend a short hug which has her blushing and smiling like crazy and reminds you of the main reason for your visit again.

“And you must be Y/N, the best friend, am I right?", she continues and shifts her attention to you, holding up her tattooed hand with a sweet smile on her pretty face and for the first time ever, the girl Hana's been crushing on makes a good first impression.

“Exactly", you reply and take her hand, your eyes following the dark lines starting from her fingertips and ending who knows where inside of her sweater, "nice to meet you, Saeko".

“I guess she's been talking about me, huh?", she laughs and throws her arm around Hana’s shoulders, pulling her closer to her body and the way you can literally feel the nervousness your best friend’s currently radiating has you chuckling.

"Do you guys want to have something to drink or should we get started right away?", Saeko says and looks at you first before she places her hand on Hana's neck and locks eyes with her. And you can't even deny that their chemistry has you a little uncomfortable. Just from the way they're currently looking at each other you feel like they're going to fuck in the next few seconds and won't even bother asking you to leave.

“Let's get to it and then do the talking later on, hm?", you say immediately and let out a small sigh of relief when your best friend pulls away and agrees to your suggestion.

“Alright then", Saeko replies and runs her fingers through her red hair, "Kyoutani, my best friend, will take care of you, Y/N, I hope that's fine", with your eyes slightly widened you look at Hana for help and when she gives you an encouraging nod and mouths the words "he's hot", you let out a sound of agreement.

And all of a sudden the walk through the hallway of the studio feels like an eternity.The Thought of actually getting a tattoo has you a little more terrified and anxious than you thought and the dark yet comfortable and somehow scary atmosphere looming in the air doesn't really do anything to calm your wrecked nerves. And then there's the fact that you have to spend the upcoming minutes with a guy you don't even know and at the mere image of the amount of awkwardness you can feel your heart picking up its pace.

You try your very best to not let those negative and worrying thoughts get to you but the closer you get to the room, the more you feel like you're actually going to pass out which just gets ten times worse when Saeko comes to stand in front of a room and smiles at you.

"Here we are, Y/N", she says and motions for you to follow her, "may I introduce you to our best one, Kyoutani Kentarou", and as soon as that name falls past Saeko’s lips, the blonde lifts his head up and basically stares right into your soul.

As if he was locking you into a cage with nothing but his strong eyes. The way he’s observing you has shivers running down your spine and for some reason your mouth has started going drier and drier with each minute passing by.

And then, all of a sudden, you feel a tiny, yet hot jolt of arousal shoot through your body, making you let out an inaudible gasp.

"Hello", Kyoutani says, his voice so deep and raspy you almost miss the way he gulps harshly but with the way you're staring at him, you manage to notice it right away. However, your brain doesn’t allow the thought of him being just as affected as you cloud your mind.

“Hi, Kyou!", Hana suddenly laughs and waves at him from behind you and even though you so desperately want to turn to your best friend to silently ask for help, the way he starts chuckling softly has your heart skipping several beats.

You're already sure you've never seen anything as pretty as his face but as soon as his lips stretch into a smile, every single word in your vocabulary vanishes and you're literally left speechless.

“Hey, little one", he greets the fellow blonde before he finally stands up and easily becomes taller than Saeko.

“That’s the best friend?", Kyoutani asks and looks at you again, this time a little more hesitant with his heavy gaze and you hate the way you enjoy his hungry stares.

Never in your life have you felt as exposed to someone as you do right now and you don't even know what exactly it is about him that has you going absolutely mad.

"Yes, this is Y/N", Saeko says and looks at her best friend, obviously trying to get his attention but failing miserably since Kyoutani doesn't seem to notice. His eyes are still focused on you and with a shaky sigh you finally manage to look away.

“This is her very first tattoo so give her as much time as she needs, yeah?”

And after another beat of silence, Saeko gives you one last smile of encouragement before she takes Hana's hand and pulls her away from the two of you, not even giving her the chance to say anything else.

"Sit down, please", Kyoutani says calmly, pointing at the chair in front of him and you hadn't even noticed that he had sat down already. You do as he says after taking off your jacket and your bag, feeling his eyes on you the whole time and at this point you're scared he might actually notice how worked up he has you with nothing but his gazes and that deep voice of his.

"Calm down", he says, almost whispering and now you're convinced he's playing with you on purpose yet you can't even hide how much you like it, "it will hurt, not saying it won't but it's not bad, trust me", Kyoutani continues, cleaning up the inside of your arm with a little tissue before he grabs the little paper with the tattoo of your choice which is the moment where his ink clad hands catch your attention.

"Is it okay like this?", Kyoutani asks you, pointing at the blue lines before he looks up at you again, receiving an affirmative nod in response. You watch him pull out the black gloves, hiding his pretty fingers behind the thick material.

"So", he begins, cutting through the disgusting sexual tension in the room which has you gasping for air, "tell me something about yourself, doll", and as soon as his words reach you, a wave of pure arousal rushes through your veins, leaving you an even worse mess.

You gulp harshly and take a deep breath, trying your best to form a proper sentence but with the quiet buzzing of the needle in the background, you keep losing track until all of a sudden the fear of annoying him overwhelms you and the urge to cry shows up out of nowhere.

"You don't have to-", "I just uhm recently moved to Tokyo for college and I major in communications. Hana and I have been friends for ten years and share an apartment close to the campus. And I have a really bad sweet tooth", you interrupt him, surprising him and yourself with your sudden outburst and when you get yourself to look at him again, an amused expression lays in his pretty eyes, making your heart skip another beat.

"You're cute", Kyoutani mumbles and scoots closer to you before he reaches for the needle on the table, "I wanna get to know you, Y/N", he adds and looks into your eyes and places his hand on your wrist. With your heart thrumming inside your throat, you pull your bottom lip between your teeth to hold back the whimper that's been trying to escape ever since you first laid eyes on the pretty tattoo artist.

After observing your face for a reaction, he shifts his attention back to your tattoo and you don't know if it's the way he so casually asked you that question or because of his strong aura but one of those two reasons manages to distract you so much that you don't even realize he’s started already.

"Excuse my bad manners", he says and finishes the first letter, "I am not the best when it comes to flirting so I usually just say what goes through my head. If I ever make you feel uncomfortable, please just tell me and I will stop, yeah?", Kyoutani is calm but there's something about him which seems energetic and strong, a little hectic maybe and you're determined to find out what exactly it is.

You let out a deep breath and look at him with an appreciative smile on your lips, feeling yourself calm down even if it's just a little bit.

"May I ask what you mean with 'get to know me'?", you reply, your question lingering in the air for a couple of seconds and when you look down at your arm again, he has already finished the second letter.

"You know, the usual", Kyoutani mumbles and dips the tip of the needle into the black ink before he starts again, "wanna take you out on a date, fuck you in the backseat of my car, then get some cake afterwards and just — see where it goes".

And that's when your mouth goes completely dry within the time span of a second and the longer you stare at him with your eyes widened and lips parted in surprise, the more your head starts spinning because of the way his words have your cunt throbbing in absolute despair.

"That was quite straightforward, I know but you can't tell me you've not been thinking about fucking me as soon as you stepped through my door so why make a big deal out of it?", Kyoutani replies and wipes away the excess ink on your tattoo with a little tissue before he looks into your eyes again and takes a deep breath, obviously enjoying the way his words have left you speechless.

"I'm not- I don't do- I can't just-", "Calm down, doll. I didn't ask you to fuck me casually, like that friends with benefits kinda shit", he interrupts you softly, his hand caressing yours gently and you can't believe that just this small touch has you craving for more, "I wanna get to know you and see what happens. Maybe we won't be attracted to each other anymore as soon as we talk a little more or spend some time with each other or perhaps we'll fall in love, you never know. That's what I was talking about.”

You nod at him, appreciating his words of reassurance even though you still feel light headed from the previous parts of the conversation.

"I still wanna fuck you, though, don't get me wrong. To be really honest with you, I'd just give it to you right here if you asked me but of course I won't. I might not be a gentleman but I am not an asshole either, so", he sighs, "I'll pound you into my mattress when the time has come.”

You look at him with your brows arched in shock, not quite able to process his words even though they seem to echo inside of your head for what feels like an eternity. Your eyes focus the way he licks his lips before he starts working on the third letter so casually.

And even though you should feel offended or at least a little turned off by his boldness, the more you think about his suggestion, the more excited you seem to get and you have no idea why. It took you three whole months to ask your ex boyfriend to just touch you; literally too shy and nervous to simply say the word sex and now all you want to do is spread your legs and let Kyoutani have his way with you.

"Listen", he begins softly, his deep voice cutting through the thick tension like a sharp knife, "if you have a boyfriend or simply don't want this, please just tell me and I promise you, you won't ever hear from me again", Kyoutani lifts his head and looks right into your eyes, the warm brown surrounding his iris filled with tenderness and something that makes you feel so secure and comfortable you feel yourself getting lost in that exact feeling.

You let out the breath you didn't know you were holding in, your body slowly starting to function properly again and even though you're still a little overwhelmed, you manage to form and voice a response.

"I don't have a b-boyfriend, not anymore", you begin, receiving a satisfied nod in response, "and for some strange reason I feel way too comfortable with you", Kyoutani smiles softly, halting his movements before he tilts his head to the side, "b-but I don't have a lot of ex-experience when it comes to...sex", you literally whisper the last word, a jolt of insecurity and uncertainty rushing through with such force it has you stumbling over your words like a three year old.

And when you shift your gaze away from Kyoutani's strong eyes, he is quick to place his fingers under your chin and make you look at him again.

In that moment you notice the way the tenderness has been replaced by something a little darker, a little more serious and even though he's literally looking at you like he's about to devour you alive, you don't make any efforts to move out of his soft grip.

"Keep going", he mumbles, "please", Kyoutani whispers, his voice now almost hoarse and so raspy, you're a little taken aback by the sudden change of demeanor.

"I've had s-sex before", you reply and still wonder why the hell you're so open about your sexual experience in front of a guy you've known for ten minutes, "but my boyfriend — ex-boyfriend didn't like any foreplay and that kinda stuff so it was always penetrative sex only", a deep sigh of embarrassment leaves your lips and the fact Kyoutani has caged you with his stares does not really help to make you feel a little less anxious.

"Selfish bastard", Kyoutani hisses and rolls his eyes, "did he at least make you cum?", you shake your head softly, trying your best not to lose the last bit of composure you have left but hearing him say such dirty words has your pussy throbbing in a way you’ve never really experienced it before.

"I'll give it to you so good, baby, make you cum so many times you won't even remember your own name. You just — have to ask me", you don't know if it's the pet name or the way his voice has dropped another octave but without missing a beat you start nodding like your life depends on it.

"No", he suddenly says and puts the needle down before he carefully takes your face into his hands, "you have to say it. Use your big girl words for me, doll. I wanna hear you say all those naughty things.”

"Please..", you whisper, “please, fuck me”, his face way closer to yours then you remembered and the way his hot breath is fanning your skin has you at a loss of words, making it so much harder for you to regain your composure.

"You're going to drive me crazy, I just know it", he grunts harshly and lets his pretty eyes roam your face attentively before he places the softest kiss on the corner of your lips, eliciting a sweet whimper from your dry throat.

Kyoutani takes a deep breath, his eyes fluttering close as he takes your ear lobe between his lips and starts whispering, "I wanna do so many things to you, pretty girl”, his words are promising and exciting; they easily make the wet patch in your ruined panties grow and just when you’re about to gasp for more air, he continues.

“I wanna make you sit on my face so I can tonguefuck that little hole of yours until you’re crying and begging for my cock. And then, when I finally do fuck your pretty cunt, I want to shove your face into my mattress and watch you cum around me again and again and again until you physically can’t take it anymore...how does that sound, baby?"

Another soft whine manages to slip past your trembling lips, waves of hot arousal leave you absolutely breathless and the feeling of your drenched panties sticking to the hot flesh of your pussy makes you shift in your seat.

"Sounds perfect", you reply and can't believe that you actually managed to even form a proper sentence, since you’re way too overwhelmed to even realize what's going on.

And if it wasn’t for your best friend's loud laugh, it would have taken you another couple of minutes to find your way back into reality.

"Good girl", Kyoutani suddenly pulls away and reaches for the needle one last time, his eyes still focused on you and you know he enjoys every bit of despair and neediness written all over your face to the last bit.

"Are you free tomorrow?", he asks you, giving your tiny tattoo the last few touch ups and finishing the fourth and last letter, knowing it's because Saeko and Hana will be here any minute. You reply with a sound of affirmation and let your eyes nervously roam his handsome face; taking in the sight of his thick eyebrows and the tiny little ‘x’ adoring the skin right underneath his left eye before you sigh softly at the appearance of a tiny little dimple as his plump lips stretch into a smile.

"Is it okay if I pick you up around six? We can have some coffee and just drive around for a bit, hm?", his words pull you out of your little trance, and your brain easily processing them.

"Sounds good, I'm in", you reply and smile at him, watching the way he starts cleaning up your finished tattoo with careful touches and just as he wipes over it with a tissue one more time, Kyoutani looks up at you and nods with a teasing smirk plastered on his pretty face.

"I love your tattoo by the way", is the last thing he says before he lowers his gaze to look at your new life long accessory with a big smile, "now you'll always think about me fucking you when you see it.”

And even though his words have you incredibly flustered, you can't help but smile brightly when your eyes roam over the four little letters of the word rain.

A deep sigh leaves your lips after finally getting yourself to tell your best friend about your conversation with the attractive tattoo artist and the longer she looks at you with her pretty eyes widened, brows arched and parted lips, the more the feeling of discomfort overwhelms you.

It's not like you can stop thinking about it anyway so after keeping it to yourself the whole ride home, you couldn't hold it back anymore.

But as silence fills your best friend's room, it takes you every ounce of self control to not just leave and never say a word again. His words keep echoing inside of your head like a broken record and every single time you think about the way he looked at you, your cunt starts clenching and you feel your whole body starting to get hotter and hotter until it’s barely bearable anymore.

But, no matter how much you've enjoyed the attention and all those new emotions overwhelming you, there are still a shit ton of doubts and thoughts giving you a really hard time to just enjoy the new experience. And after a few inner battles with yourself, you've come to the conclusion that telling Hana might be the best and only decision to make in this kind of situation.

You don't know what you expected her reaction to be, especially since you haven't even processed the whole situation for yourself yet, but at least you finally got it off your chest.

"I did get that right, didn't I?", she asks and runs her finger through her bleached hair, finally snapping out of her shocked trance, "Kyoutani Kentarou, one of the most intimidating guys I've ever seen, asked you out on a date and talked about pounding you into his mattress?", Hana repeats slowly and as she does, you feel another wave of embarrassment wash over you.

"Finally!", Hana suddenly yells, throwing the pillow on her lap to the side before she jumps onto her feet and looks at you with big, excited eyes.

"You're finally getting a guy who not only treats you right but also fucks you well, this is amazing!", excitement seems to ooze out of her facial expression, making you let out another soft sigh because even though you're incredibly grateful for her support, something about the whole situation makes it all seem too good to be true.

"What?", your best friend says, her face dropping as she watches the way you furrow your brows in skepticism. "I don't know, Hana", you sigh, "do you really think I should do this? There's just something so odd about it", and again, your mind goes absolutely crazy.

You have no idea how or why but as soon as you think about the pretty faced tattoo artist, your body goes through a whole rollercoaster of emotions and the fact it's already happened a couple of times within the time span of one day is incredibly exhausting.

"Stop that shit, right fucking now", Hana replies, rolling her eyes so hard you're scared they might get stuck and the way she exhales way too loudly lets you know that you’re in for a ride. "Stop trying to sabotage your own love life by looking for dumb reasons as to why it won't work out, Y/N. You are a beautiful woman who has been stuck with the same asshole for almost two fucking years without even getting dicked down properly. You deserve this, you need this and most importantly, you want this.” Her words are filled with determination and don’t leave much room for discussion, as usual.

“I know you do because I saw the way you looked at Kyou and you think you're not supposed to agree to it just because you think it's morally wrong to fuck a guy you've known for less than a day but that's not true. If both of you are interested and actually want this, then why would it be wrong?", Hana finishes her little speech by sitting down next to you and taking your face into her tiny hands, calming you down and actually waking you up in the way you've been craving it.

"You're right", you mumble and take a deep breath, your heart thrumming in your throat just because you finally got rid of this heavy burden on your chest and can feel it being replaced by nothing but excitement, "I want this."

The next day comes way too fast and by the time it's five thirty already, you have no idea where the day went. You're still just as excited about meeting Kyoutani as you were yesterday, the nervousness and anxiety definitely haven't been easy to handle.

During your lectures you had a hard time staying focused solely because he had texted you a couple of minutes prior and you haven't stopped thinking about the message ever since. It wasn't even anything crazy or extraordinary. Kyoutani simply asked you where he should wait for you, yet just seeing the little "hey, this is Kyoutani" at the beginning of the text message was absolutely enough to take your breath away.

You know he probably won't try anything and even though you're more than just grateful about his reserved attitude, a little part of you wants him to throw all of that out of the window and just pound you into the mattress the way he had promised you to.

But, just as Hana had advised you the night before, you've come to the conclusion that taking things slow will make opening up to him a lot easier for you.

However, you are not quite sure if your body is going to cooperate when it comes to your plan. You feel like losing it and he hasn't even showed up yet so you really have no idea how you're going to handle being in his presence again. But, no matter what, you're going to try your very best to make the best of it.

And when your last lecture finally finds its end, you feel the heaviness on your chest increasing drastically; making breathing become a whole challenge and you're surprised you haven't fainted yet. With all the adrenaline and arousal rushing through your veins, it takes you a lot of willpower to not just cancel and go home because the more time passes, the worse it gets.

And as the thoughts in your head go absolutely crazy, your gaze meets a really familiar face. The one you’ve been trying to forget for the past few weeks.

The face of Terushima Yuuji.

He looks at you and his lips stretch into a soft smile, making all those memories replay inside your head as if you hadn't spent over three months trying to erase them from your mind. And yet again, you find yourself hating him for everything he had done to you. Despite the fact that there wasn’t any ounce of love or affection or generally positive emotions left, there's still this deep, intense wrath inside of you, which is enough to distract you from the excitement.

"Y/N", a deep voice, which definitely does not belong to your ex-boyfriend, pulls you out of your anger filled trance and with your brows furrowed in confusion you start searching for the person the voice belongs to.

And then your eyes meet the sight of Kyoutani Kentarou.

"Hi", he says and starts smiling at you, his plump lips looking even more perfect in the sun as well as his tanned, flawless skin.

You can't help but stare at him in awe, your insides twisting and turning the longer his eyes roam your face and the mixture of tenderness and hunger has you gulping harshly. You feel yourself becoming tiny in his presence, his dark clothes building an intense contrast to the light color of his hair and after observing his face for some time, you let your gaze wander a little.

"Up here, doll", Kyoutani mumbles, placing his fingers on your chin and making you look up at him, "if you keep looking at me like that, I am definitely not going to go easy on you and I'm really trying my best to take it slow with you.”

You start nodding, your fingers wrapping around his inked wrist softly and even though it takes you another thirty seconds to get back to reality, Kyoutani does not scold you for it. You can tell he enjoys your needy eyes and how worked up he’s gotten you already, the amused little smirk on his lips giving it away.

"Hi", you finally manage to get out and the way Kyoutani throws his head back with a soft chuckle leaving his lips, has your heart hammering against your rib cage and even though it might be too early, you can already feel the butterflies in your stomach going absolutely insane.

"Who's that guy?", Kyoutani asks you, his eyes never leaving yours and though he could have meant every single male student on the campus, you know exactly which one he's talking about.

"My ex-boyfriend", you reply quickly and take a deep breath, an eye roll following your words because of the mere thought of Yuuji.

"He's approaching us. Do you want us to walk away? Or do you want to annoy him a little?", you look at Kyou in confusion, the amusement sparkling in his pretty eyes easily making you feel a lot more comfortable.

"I'm going to touch you, though, are you okay with that?", he asks and for the first time ever, you feel a hundred percent sure about something.

The way Kyoutani puts you first gives you the incredible feeling of being valid enough to be asked for consent. Yuuji never did anything without asking first, too, you always felt obligated to agree.

"Yes", you say, giving him a confident smile.

And then Kyoutani's hands find their way to your waist, caressing you softly and the way your whole bodyfalls into this amazing haze of comfort makes you wonder what might happen if he touched you in a sexual way.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you", he suddenly whispers into your ear, his lips grazing the sensitive skin of your neck and you don't know if it's his deep voice or his fingers tightening their grip on your soft flesh but something elicits the softest whimper from your throat, giving away how badly you've been craving his presence.

"I know we agreed on taking things slow and I won't try anything unless I am sure you're ready but I kept imagining how pretty you'll look with my cock stuffed inside of your tight pussy", he breathes, his hands slowly wandering to your lower back before he finally takes the flesh of your ass into his palm.

A soft gasp escapes you and without even overthinking it, you bury your face in the warm crook of his neck, the arousal leaving you completely lightheaded.

"M-More, please", you whisper and finally get yourself to wrap your arms around his neck, the fear of falling onto your knees a little too present as the minutes pass by.

“Look at your pathetic little ex-boyfriend", Kyoutani continues, pressing his body a little more against yours, making it easy for you to feel his hard muscles through the fabric of his sweater, "I bet he came after thirty seconds and then wanted you to get off by yourself, right? What a fucking pussy.”

You get lost in the constant clenching of your cunt, the urge to rub yourself against anything just to ease some of the pressure on your sensitive clit overwhelming you and at this point you don't even care about your current location.

"I'll fuck you so good, so much better than that ridiculous piece of shit over there. And you know it, too, right, pretty girl? I am sure you've fingered yourself to the thought of my cock filling you up to the brim with my cum once you came home, haven't you, baby?"

And when you look up at him in pure shock, the feeling of being caught making your blood freeze in your veins and as you look up at him with glossy eyes, Kyoutani starts smiling before he pulls away from you.

"He's gone", he says and runs a tattoo clad hand over his buzzcut, "let's go, I'm starving".

"B-But what about– what about me?", you whisper, stumbling over your words like a little child and all of a sudden you can’t even get yourself to form a proper sentence.

"What about you, baby?", Kyoutani asks and tilts his head to the side, his eyes roaming your face with brows furrowed in fake confusion and you know he's teasing you, but the arousal has already taken over you in the worst way possible.

“I – you can't just say all those things to me and then leave me like this", you pout, your boldness surprising you and for some reason you feel extra proud for actually voicing out your thoughts for once.

"Let's go to my car first, hm? I'd rather talk about these kinda things in a more private place than here", is the only thing Kyou mumbled before he grabs your hand and pulls you towards the parking lot.

Because you’re not used to dealing with such heavy arousal, you can't help but actually get mad. With your arms crossed in front of your chest you shoot Kyoutani an annoyed glance when he opens the door to the passenger seat for you.

You take a deep breath and take a few seconds of being alone to calm your nerves and stop yourself from letting your crazy hormones take over your rational thinking but for some reason every single attempt ends up being a failure. And as soon as Kyoutani plops down onto the seat next to you, you just give up and let out another sigh of frustration.

"You're such a brat", he suddenly grunts, his voice a lot more hoarse than just a few seconds ago but when he pushes his right hand between your legs, and cupping your drenched cunt just like that, a loud gasp falls past your lips and you look at him in pure shock.

“Look at how wet you are already", Kyoutani growls, "acting all innocent and sweet but in reality you just wanna have your sloppy little pussy fucked, don't you?", he starts rubbing over the big wet patch on your lace panties and for the first time today you're actually grateful for your decision to wear a skirt instead of jeans.

His touch drives you crazy, his inked hand looking like it literally has its home in between your thighs and the longer he teases your needy clit over your panties, the louder your whines become. Your fingers wrap around his wrist almost brutally, hips rocking against his pretty fingers in hopes of getting at least some kind of friction.

"P-Please, Kyoutani", you whine, throwing your head back as soon as he pushes his thumb against your clit, the arousal in your body literally suffocating you and with your bottom lip pulled between your teeth, you shift your gaze to the blonde.

"What? What do you want? Talk to me, baby, tell me what you want and I promise I'll give it to you", he encourages you.

You can feel his hot breath fanning against your skin, driving you even crazier and all of a sudden the urge to feel those plump lips on yours overcomes you.

"Touch me", you whimper and gasp for air, your hips constantly moving against his hand, "please.”

And even though you literally just asked for it, you're still more than taken aback when Kyoutani pushes your panties to the side and slowly slides one of his long fingers into your drenched core. You let out a loud moan, your nails digging into the skin of his wrist as he starts moving his digit inside of you, his thumb still rubbing circled into your clit and even though you masturbate on a regular basis, feeling someone else's fingers like this has your head spinning in a different kind of way.

"You look extra pretty like this", Kyoutani mumbles and picks up the movements of his thrusts, "all fucked out and ready to cum", his words have you clenching around his fingers and you are very well aware of the fact that he can feel it too but you're too far gone to even try to keep it down. At this point Kyoutani doesn't even do much, you're literally riding his fingers and once he inserts another one, you can’t stop your eyes from rolling into the back of your head as another loud whimper leaves your lips.

"I bet no one knows what a dirty little whore you actually are, hm? They don’t know how desperate you are to have your slutty cunt completely wrecked and stuffed to the brim with cum, right? Open your eyes, baby", he demands and despite the overwhelming feeling of your upcoming high coating the tip of your tongue, your lids flutter open and the second your gaze meets his dark eyes, a soft moan of his name leaves your lips.

"I'm c-close", you whisper and dig your nails even deeper into his skin, recklessly moaning his name into the thick air of the car and even though you have had orgasm before, this one seems to come way faster, harder and way more intense than anything else you’ve ever experienced.

"Come on then, sweet girl. Be a good little whore and cum for me", Kyoutani encourages you, his words literally throwing you over the edge.

Your orgasm hits you hard. So hard, your vision turns white for a couple of seconds and you feel your drenched cunt literally going numb from all the clenching but it doesn't matter because of how far you’re being pushed into the sweetest haze of pleasure. You have no idea, what you say or how loud you are but when you slowly open your eyes again, the whole word seems to be completely silent.

"How are you feeling, doll?", Kyoutani whispers, his eyes roaming your fucked out face attentively.

You’re very well aware of the fact that his fingers are still knuckle deep buried inside of your clenching pussy but for some reason you don’t seem to care. He caresses your inner thigh with his thumb and the way your juices are covering his skin has shivers running down your spine.

"Good", you mumble and get yourself to run your finger sthrough his pretty hair, "so fucking good, thank you.”

"You're still clenching", he suddenly adds and you feel yourself tensing up as you look up at him because you, in fact, did not realize he could actually feel the soft aftermaths of your intense high.

"Do you want to go again, baby? If you want to, you just have to ask me. I'd even let you ride my face in the backseat in the middle of this parking lot if it was up to me, all you gotta do is say it", Kyoutani looks at you with big eyes as he slowly starts pulling his fingers out of your pussy, eliciting a soft whimper from you and making a wave of emptiness hit you.

You try to straighten your skirt again after properly pulling your panties back into place and when you look up at Kyoutani, you expect a lot but not the sight of him pushing his fingers into his mouth and sucking at them like his life depends on it.

“F-Fuck", you whine, pressing your thighs together as if you didn't just get fingered a couple of seconds ago.

“Hmm", he hums and pulls the digits out with a soft blop before placing them on your bottom lip, "you’ve got such a sweet, sweet pussy, pretty girl.

“Can’t wait to eat you out for hours", Kyou chuckles and pulls you closer by your chin as he places the softest kiss on your lips and pulls away again, wiping the excess spit onto his pants and then reaching for his seatbelt.

"Do you always do it like this?", you suddenly ask, your anxious thoughts getting the best of you yet again.

You start playing with the rings on your fingers as tense silence replaces the comfortable atmosphere and you hate yourself for asking such a blunt and random question just because your guilt has been fucking with you.

"What do you mean?", Kyoutani replies, eyes focused on the street ahead of him as he looks at you every now and then.

You gulp harshly, "do you always get intimate this fast?”

A beat of silence passes by, giving you the opportunity to make your question echo inside of your mind and before he even manages to process your words, you find yourself looking for anyway to save yourself.

“God, I don't even know why I am asking you this and you don't have to answer it. But I just – I can't stop overthinking this since I've literally never been with anyone but that stupid ex of mine and now I feel like I'm doing everything wrong. And- And stuff is happening too fast and on one side I want to ask you to do the dirtiest things to me because I've been craving this kind of attention for so long and we actually have chemistry but I also feel like a whore and even though I really like it when you call me one, it's just a little – overwhelming".

And when you finally finish your little outburst, a loud sigh falls past your lips before you finally get yourself to look at him again. Whereas Kyoutani just smiles at you, a soft blush on his cheeks and lips slightly swollen from his constant biting.

"Y/N", Kyou sighs softly, making you realize that he has stopped driving and surprisingly you manage to hold the intense eye-contact, "I've never been in a serious relationship because I got my heart broken by my childhood crush almost five years ago. The fact that I even considered taking you out on a date is proof enough about how much I want this – how much I want you.Please believe me when I say I'm serious about you. ”

You watch the way he undoes his seatbelt before turning his body to face you before he rubs the side of his pierced nose with his thumb.

“You're not a whore – well okay, you're my whore but that's not the point of what I'm trying to say", Kyou looks at you with his plump lips stretched into a cheeky smirk and of course you get incredibly flustered.

"I know we've only known each other for less than two days but fuck that. Fuck all that stereotypical shit which makes dating socially acceptable. We started off like this but who gives a fuck? I'll wreck your pussy and buy you flowers or bring you to the movies afterwards if I wanted to. It's nobody's business what we do and how we do it, as long as everything happens with mutual consent. And if it gets too much for you or you realize you're still into your ex or just not into me, we'll end things. That's it", are the last words he mumbles before he gives you one last look of reassurance and then finally – goes in for a kiss.

You're taken aback by the sudden feeling of his lips on yours but as soon as your head processes the current situation, you take a deep breath and close your eyes, shifting your whole focus to be on Kyoutani Kentarou and his sinfully pretty lips.

The kiss starts off slow, tender, almost innocent and pure, especially compared to what happened just a few minutes prior.

Kyoutani kisses the way he talks: with determination, dominance and in an incredibly consuming way. He makes it so easy for you to feel like the whole world is disappearing and all of a sudden every single worry in your head vanishes.

The way he shyly pushes his tongue into your mouth has your head spinning, his taste coating the muscle of your tongue in the most sinful way possible and you love how the jolts of pure arousal shoot through your body. As soon as he starts sucking on your bottom lip, a loud whine falls past your lips. Your hands find home at the sides of his tattooed neck, making it easier for you to deepen the kiss.

"I think that's enough for now, huh, baby?", he whispers against your swollen lips and you gulp harshly, subconsciously nodding even though you barely registered his words.

"Let's go now because we're both not ready to fuck just yet, which will most likely happen if we don't stop now", Kyoutani adds and the fact he included himself has your chest blossom with the sweetest warmth.

To say that Kyoutani Kentarou has changed your life without you even realizing, would be the best way to describe the development of your relationship with the tattoo artist.

Some people may say his presence has been affecting you in ways not everyone would approve, but that’s something you’ve stopped bothering about weeks ago.

Because despite your skepticism and doubts in the beginning, you’ve now come to enjoy every single moment.

When you fell in love with Yuuji back in high school, you were convinced there was no way for any other person to be as good of a partner as him. Now, almost three years later, Kyoutani proved all your theories to be wrong.

Oh, and how he did it.

Kyoutani’s made it a tradition to wait for you after your lectures, coffee and some sort of sweets in his hands. You can’t deny that at first it did overwhelm you a little, after all you weren't used to such treatment by a male.

But as time went by, you also have become a lot more comfortable with those little yet so important gestures. Something that also surprised you in many ways was the amount of compliments Kyoutani threw your way.

Yuuji would tell you little "you're hot"s or "pretty"s whenever he was high or horny or – both, whereas Kyou looks at you for some time only to break into a huge smile and mumble sweet "you're so beautiful"s several times a day. And no matter how many times you get to hear those words, you always end up incredibly flustered and shyly thank him for it.

With the weeks passing by, you’ve become someone you've never thought you'd be.

However, the more you grow into said person, the bigger your love and respect for yourself has become.Which basically reminds you of the most important difference between Kyoutani and Yuuji.

Your ex and very first boyfriend always made you doubt your own worth, whereas the guy you're currently falling head over heels for has managed to make all those negative thoughts vanish. It's only been two months since you've met Kyoutani Kentarou but his impact on your life has been huge – in every aspect possible, especially when it comes to your sexual activity.

With your ex boyfriend, you’ve never been on the receiving end when it came to pleasure.

The process of having sex with him usually consisting of some sloppy kisses and him getting to stick his dick inside of you, only for him to last for barely a minute. You didn't mind it at the time; after all you were in love with him and if he was satisfied, so were you, even if you had to get yourself off after he was finished.

To Yuuji your pleasure was never really important or relevant, whereas Kyoutani’s number one priority seems to be your sexual satisfaction. There hasn't been a time where he asked you for a blow- or a hand job, not even after making you cum several times in a row with his fingers or his tongue only.

You'd always notice the way he'd grind into the surface underneath him, his deep moans against your hot, spasming cunt also one of the things which let you know that he was enjoying it as much as you, yet – nothing.

"This isn't about me, baby", he'd whisper into your ear after you had finally gotten yourself to ask him if he wanted to fuck your throat.

Nevertheless, Kyoutani keeps expanding the circle of your sexual experiences and at this point not one day passes by without him at least burying his fingers inside of you. However, none of you has tried or decided to give your current "relationship" some kind of label and even though Kyoutani has made his intentions pretty clear in the beginning, there's still something that bothers you about the lack of clarity.

"Why would you even think about shit like that, Y/N?", your best friend says and looks at you with her newly dyed black hair falling into her pretty face, "I mean – just the way he looks at you should be enough for you to know how much he actually likes you", she adds and instantly rolls her eyes when she receives another desperate and rather frustrated sigh in response from you before she grabs one of the boxes on the floor and disappears into the storage room behind the counter with a shake of her head at your behavior.

"Y/N, a ten out of ten coming right in", Sora, one of the prettiest girls you've ever laid your eyes on, who also happens to be your coworker, whispers your way as you start cleaning the work place in front of you.

And as you take a deep breath in order to calm your crazy thoughts, your eyes suddenly find the strong gaze of Kyoutani Kentarou, the unexpected sight making you gasp softly.

"Fuck, he's hot", Sora mumbles and you want to look at her, lift your head up and see the way she's drooling over the guy you've been falling for in the past few weeks but you just can't free yourself from him. And you know you're currently staring at him like he's some kind of science project or something like that but you can't help it, not when he looks like a walking sin.

His freshly dyed, silver buzzcut complimenting the color of his eyes, the leather of his pants hugging his strong thighs in the best way possible and in combination with his significant leather jacket he looks like the heartthrob described in every modern romance novel.

No wonder Sora has already started eye-fucking him; the only difference between the two of you being the fact that you actually know what his touch feels like.

And just like that a hot wave of arousal breaks down onto you, making your heartbeat pick up its pace to the point where you can barely hear anything from the loud thrumming inside your ears.

"Hello! Welcome to Wonderland, my name is Hayato Sora; what would you like to order?", are the words which suddenly pull you back to reality, and with a soft shake of your head you shift your attention to the scenario playing right in front of you.

"Hi, can I get a small, iced americano and that blueberry muffin right there, please?", Kyoutani orders, his voice as smooth and deep as usual and you love the way it makes your cunt clench in despair.

"Great choice! That will be 6.30 please", your coworker replies and gives Kyou another one of her famous smiles, whereas he only seems to have eyes for you.

"You may wait at the end of the counter, your order will be ready in a bit", "Thanks", the tattoo artist replies and gives the pretty faced girl one last, quick smile before turning his full attention to you.

"I know we said I'd pick you up after your shift but I finished my last client a little earlier than I expected so I thought I'd show up right after, I hope that's okay with you", Kyou says to you, running his pretty hand over his head.

You can literally feel Sora's shocked gaze boring into your side and within a second a dark feeling of discomfort fills your chest, making it a lot more difficult for you to lift your head and lock gazes with Kyoutani again.

"Are you okay, pretty girl?", Kyoutani asks and starts observing you with worry-filled eyes.

"Y-Yes", you reply and take another deep breath, the tension in the air suffocating you in the worst way possible and you can already feel yourself getting light-headed.

And just as you're about to continue, Sora's voice cuts you off: "Oh, you two know each other? How come?", she says, your eyes finding hers, the dark color around her iris suddenly becomes even darker in everything but a good way.

“Uhm, yes – this is Kyoutani Kentarou", you hesitate, not daring to look at him as the following words leave your lips, "he's a friend of mine.”

You can feel the air thickening right after your introduction; the tension is so thick and intenso so, you're sure you'd be able to cut it through with a knife.

"I see!", Sora says, a cocky smirk plastered to her pretty face as she shifts her gaze back to Kyoutani. The tattoo artist looks at you with big eyes and you can feel the disappointment and literal shock in his gaze burn into your skin.

"Then I'd actually really like to get to know you better, Kyoutani – mind if we exchanged numbers or Instagrams if you're more comfortable with that?", your colleague keeps going, playing with her long brown hair and blinking at the tall male like she is about to devour him alive.

And the amount of hate and disgust rushing through your body has chills running down your body.

"Yeah, sure", a deep voice suddenly replies and you can feel your chest tightening.

"Great, I'll go and grab my phone real quick!", Sora laughs, her fingers tracing Kyoutani's arm quickly before she disappears again.

"A friend, huh? Is that what I am to you, Y/N? A fucking friend?", Kyoutani hisses, his eyes observing your face for some answers and you want to look into his face and deny it but your anxiety is holding you back.

You can feel his anger through his sharp tone, the accusing words and the disappointment in his tone and the urge to cry takes over you; a thin veil of tears blocking your sight almost immediately.

"Do you fuck all of your friends, hm? Do all your friends get to finger you? Answer me, for fuck's sake!", he hisses and you let out a soft sob, not ready to deal with something like this in the middle of your work place with the possibility of your coworker seeing you like this.

"You could have just told me that you weren't as serious about us as me", Kyoutani suddenly spits, "but you knew I wouldn't have done all those things to you if you told me, right? Don't want to lose your little boy toy, yeah? It’s not like I fit your little college girl aesthetic anyway- You know what, Y/N? Go fuck yourself", are the last words he throws at you like they’re literal poison on his tongue as he ignores the way the tears stream down your cheeks because of how you're trying to calm down and find the right words.

But you...don’t say anything. You don’t stop him. All you do is watch.

You watch Kyoutani type his number into Sora's phone with his typical charming smile on his face before he winks at her and leaves the coffee shop without looking at you again.

And that’s when you know you fucked up.

– (A/N: So- there will be a part two to this because Tumblr acted up and told me 20k is too much for a fic. thank you so much for all the love and support, i truly appreciate it. feel free to leave any form of feedback if you did enjoy this monster of a fic. all the love, zade xx)

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dinasty (part 3)

"In Japanese, “shibari” simply means “to tie”. The contemporary meaning of shibari describes an ancient japanese artistic form of rope bondage."

pairing: samurai yuta x concubine reader

word count: 3k

genre: Historical Mafia AU, SMUT, light angst

summary: the news about a royal wedding coming messes up with your mind also not knowing if kun is really coming, you end up exploring your feelings with yuta in ways you never thought you would

notes: part 3 is finally here sorry for the wait but i'm sure it was worth it, our feminist king yuta came to save the day in this in the most naughty way possible, hope you enjoy, please leave feedback

this doesn't have any relation to real facts and history, it's just pure fiction for entertainment purposes

warnings: cheating, cursing, fingering, unprotected sex, oral (female receiving), bdsm, shibari, sensory deprivation, penetration, rough sex, cum play, dom yuta

main characters: jaehyun (prince), yuta (samurai, villain), ten (thai mafia, villain), kun (China's emperor warrior)

Stay - Part 3

Part 1 here, Part 2 here

Next morning you're in the kitchen preparing the food for the day when Ms. Lee enters with some boxes and papers. You're anxious because you're still expecting a letter from Kun.

-"Don't worry, I'll let you know when he responds!" - Ms. Lee says leaving the boxes on the counter.

She could obviously see the anxiety in your face.

- Usually, did it take this long for the letters to arrive? - You ask her, helping to organize the boxes.

-"Sometimes less, sometimes more… it depends."

The feeling of guilt is still consuming you after you had sex with Jaehyun. But at the same time you think of the possibility of your plans with Kun going wrong and you're waiting for something that's not gonna happen.

Is he really coming? Maybe the Palace found out and they catched him. Maybe he regretted the idea. Maybe you weren't worth it.

- "Oh and by the way, did you hear the news? Prince Taeil is getting married"

- What? I haven't. When? - You turn at her surprised.

- "Two weeks! And we have a lot to think about, other royal families are coming to introduce their daughters to the other princes."

Suddenly you feel like someone stabbed you in the chest.

- Royal families?

- "Yes… Or do you expect Taeil is the only one who is gonna get married? Anyway we have a four-course meal to plan!"

That means Jaehyun is probably getting married soon. Of course he was. What are you thinking when you let yourself get involved with him. How could you be so dumb?

- "y/n are you ok? You look pale. Did you eat?" Ms. Lee asks.

- I'm sorry, I just… need some air, I'll be right back.

You go outside to get some fresh air and try to process everything that is going on. You feel a hand on your shoulder.

- "What happened? Are you ok?"

It was Jaehyun. This couldn't get any worse, the last thing you wanted was him to see you this way. You don't want him to know you're feeling this way because of him or the wedding.

- Nothing, it's just really hot today! - You can't even look him in the eye.

-"Are you sure?" He comes closer to you.

- Yes and… I still haven't got any letter from Kun since I arrived so I'm a little worried - You just spitted out the words, it was better to end this now and to not give him any wrong idea that what happened between you was gonna happen again.

But why did it hurt so much saying that?

-" What? Is that why you're avoiding me?" He raises his voice.

- Jaehyun don't pretend, you know I'm waiting for him since the beginning, us being together was a mistake...

-"Is that a joke? Your soldier boyfriend that sent you alone on a ship to work in a different country?"

- Why? Do you think I'm not worth it? - You answer sarcastically.

- "That's not what I said. But please you can't be that dumb, if he wanted he would be here already!"

- Dumb? You give a step back. - Oh… Because I'm just a concubine right? Who would risk their life to come after a concubine?

- "Y/n" Jaehyun tried to hold your arm.

- No you're right, maybe I'm dumb to wait for him, but I'm even dumber to have slept with you, soon you're gonna get married like your brother and I'm gonna be just a concubine to you too!

- "What?" He says.

Tears start falling from your eyes. - So you should stop treating me like I'm just a fucking dumb concubine.

You turn away from him and walk away, you just want to leave the palace.

After a while you arrive at the harbor, you don't know why you went there. For a moment you thought about asking the sailors of the ships to let you go to a place far away where no one knows your name.

- "Hi stranger!" You turn around and see Yuta.

- And we meet here again. - You say.

- "Are you trying to run away or something?"

- What do you mean?

He laughs.

- "Well I always come here to look at the ships when I want to run away"

You don't know why but you feel happy that Yuta is there talking to you.

- Really?

- "It's like wanting to go home but at this point not knowing what or where home is"

You can see in Yuta's eyes, the way he is looking at the ocean, that it must be hard for him as well. For a moment you feel guilty for feeling so down.

- What day is today? - You ask.

-"24th! Why?"

- Oh it's the day of the chinese festival, I think my first memory is watching the fireworks with my sister and eating chicken-feet, maybe that's why I'm feeling this way - You look down and laugh.

-"Come with me!" Yuta grabs your arm and smiles.

Yuta takes you to a place in nature near the beach, it seems like a small village, there are a lot of elders and children outside. You feel peace, it's like a different place.

- Where are we? - You ask.

- "You will love this place, you said you wanted chicken-feet right?"

- Yes, but…

-"Follow me!"

He takes you to one of the houses and there's this old lady in front. She goes and hugs Yuta.

-"Yuta, it's so nice to see you!" The lady says.

-"It's nice to see you too! I brought company, this is my friend y/n."

She looks at you and you bow.

-"So pretty! Please dear, no need to bow, Yuta's friends are family to me. I'm Ms. Kang"

- Thank you and nice to meet you too! You smile.

It feels nice to have someone to be this kind to you. Since the first day you arrived it seems like your first encounters were always full of suspicion or fear.

-"My friend here wants to eat chicken-feet so, nothing's more fair than bringing her to the best cook in this country" Yuta says.

-"I feel flattered, come inside, let's drink some tea while I prepare our food"

Hours pass by while you eat Ms. Kang's delicious food and she tells you stories about her past.

-"I hope my chicken feet exceeded your expectations dear!"

- It's the best one I've ever had! - You say while eating another one. - My mother used to make it for me and my sister when we were kids, before we… - Your eyes turn sad and look down.

- "You know what dear, we can't change our past even if it seems hard to forget about it, but it's never too late to try to be happy again" she smiles at you.

-"See... I told you she was the best!" Yuta says putting his hand on yours.

You finish the tea and prepare for leaving with Yuta. You both thank and say goodbye to Ms. Kang.

You end up at a small beach around the village, you and Yuta are sitting on a stone staring at the sea.

- I could stay here forever. - You say, closing your eyes and feeling the wind on your face.

- "Then stay!" Yuta says, gently pulling your hair out of your face.

You look down.

- I wish it was that easy, but I made a promise and I can't let people down.

-"Is there something more bothering you? I mean more than being homesick?" He asks.

- Remember when I told you that I got involved with the wrong people and ran away? - He nods. - These past few days I started to think about it, maybe they were not the wrong people, I knew what I was doing, I'm not so innocent and maybe… maybe I'm the wrong one. I'm the wrong one because I always think people are good at first but then they let me down.

You stand up and put your feet in the sand until the small waves reach you.

- All my life everyone's been treating me like I'm just a poor girl that needs protection, like I don't feel anything or like I don't have any control over me and my body, at first I accepted help to survive but now I feel there's nothing worse than someone to feel pity over you. I just wanna do what I want for once and stop being sorry all the time!

-"Do you wanna be in control?" Yuta stands up and comes closer to you.

- What?

He stands behind you.

-"I can show you how to be in control!" The way he says those words almost make your legs shake.

-"Do you trust me?"

- Yes! - You immediately say.

-"There's another place I wanna show you!" He smirks.

You arrive at this old hidden house, Yuta opens the chain at the door and you go inside. For your surprise it's a very cozy place, there are a lot of japanese decorations, katanas hanging on the wall, letters, photographs and some glass bottles that you believe to be sake.

- So, this is your hidden place?

-"Kind of..." He laughs "It used to be a place for the samurais to hide our things, that's why it has a lot of stuff, but now I'm the only one who comes here."

You take one of the bottles in your hand.

-"Have you ever tried sake?"

- No! Can I?

He gives you another smirk and grabs two cups, he pours the sake.

-"Careful, it's strong!" He gives you the cup.

- I can handle it! - You smirk back at him.

Both of you drink it, you leave the glass at the table.

- It's kinda sweet.

-"Like you!"

He steps forward and takes your arm into his hand from behind. -"Now I wanna show you the fun part!"

Yuta opens a basement door and you follow him to the stairs, this room is much darker than the other one and it's full of weapons of all kinds.

- Is this a torture room or something? - You ask.

-"Depends on the point of view" - Yuta goes to the corner and grabs a rope.

-"Do you know what 'shibari' is?"

He comes at your direction untying the rope.

- No! - You answer.

-"It's a technique that us samurais use to tie prisoners with ropes. We can torture, make them confess something, punish… it's all about being in control and making them submissive."

He walks around you and whispers "- You can make a hundred kinds of knots, and have a lot of fun, if you know what I mean..."

You feel an arousal growing between your legs as well as your body temperature going up from lust.

- Show me! - You almost moan at him.

He looks at you like he's gonna eat you alive.

-"Take off your clothes and give me your wrists" He says and you obey.

Yuta ties both of your wrists together -"From now on you must refer to me as your 'master' and the most important thing, everything we do here must be consensual and you can stop at any time. Safe word is red."

After tying your wrists he throws the other part of the rope up, fastens in a hook in the ceiling while the other part comes back to his hand, he pushes the rope making your arms go up so you're being held by the ropes in your wrists. -"Understood?"

- Yes! - He pushes the rope more, making you stay almost at the tip of your toes.

-"Yes what?" He says.

- Yes master!

Now he ties the end of the rope in another hook at the wall near him, you can't move even if you try. He walks back to you and grabs the silk tie from your dress on the floor.

-"I think we can make this even more interesting!" He ties your eyes, so you can't see him.

He starts teasing you and brushes his thumb in your lips, neck and stomach.

- Master please! I need you! - You moan.

-"Shh baby girl, we're not even starting yet and you're already so impatient"

He presses his lips on yours in a very wet and intimate kiss. And with no warning one of his fingers moves to your wet core. You moan to his lips. He keeps kissing you while you're moaning, he fingers you and his other hand goes to your nipple. It seems that you're 100% more sensitive because you can't see anything. His fingers are moving faster while we twist your nipple and sucks the other one, you tilt your head back moaning louder. With his knee he moves the weight of your leg making them go wider. Your body starts shaking when his thumb is pressing hard on your clit.

- Yuta… I'm gonna cum! - You barely finish your sentence while you squirt on his fingers.

-"Look at the mess you made, I guess I'll have to clean this!"

Yuta holds both of your ankles and starts kissing your legs going up, licking each drop on the cum dripping on your legs, and he stops right at your core. You can only feel his breathing on your sensitive pussy and you start to move your wrists holding at the rope. - Master please!

-"I like when you beg!" He says in a deep tone.

He sucks your clit into his mouth, while you're squirming in pleasure. He flicks his tongue back and forth on your labia and clit. He moans and sends vibrations to your skin, it makes you hold your rope even tighter while you're grinding on Yuta's face. His tongue is almost entering your pussy now, while his nose brushes your clit and you feel another climax coming. The vibrations on your core combined with Yuta's nails pressing harder on your legs make you arch your back and moan even louder when you reach your orgasm. Breathing heavily, you literally have no strength right now because of your double orgasm when you feel another rope on your body.

He ties your arms on your back and both of your legs with your calves and thighs together, it's like you're on all fours but in the air, so this time your whole body is above the ground.

Quickly Yuta removes his clothes and positions himself behind you. -"I wish you could see how beautiful you are from this angle!"

He grabs his hard member and puts the tip on your entry, he grunts and goes all the way inside you. - Fuck! - You scream. Yuta fucks you deep and hard holding the ropes to guide your tied body against him. The sound of moans and skin slapping fill the room. He increases his speed, hitting your gspot so hard that you feel like you're gonna pass out because of the overstimulation. -"Shit! I'm gonna cum." He swears. - Me too, don't stop. - Your walls close on his length tightly, and you can feel his dick pulsing. You moan loudly when both of you reach your climax. He holds your hips while removing himself from you, cum dripping to your legs. - I think I'm not gonna be able to walk tomorrow.

Yuta unties you and removes the tie from your eyes, giving a gentle kiss on your forehead and helps to clean you up.

- That was amazing! - You say, legs still trembling.

-"Maybe next time we can switch roles!" He gives you another kiss.

You start to put your clothes back.

-"You know you can stay, as long as you want"

- I know, I just can't… I owe Ms. Lee after everything she's been doing for me, who knows what the Palace will do if I just go away, they can blame her or something!

-"Ok I can take you back" Yuta says.

- It's just until I decide what to do with my life from now on, but I can't thank you enough for everything you did to me today!

-"Everything?" You both laugh.

- Oh and another thing... I'm sorry for the way Jaehyun treated you the other day, after you saved me! I tried to explain that you helped me before and that you're not the person he thinks you are…

-"Don't worry about that! It's only you that matters now, ok?" He smiles and kisses you.

It was late at night when you arrive at the Palace.

-"Where the hell were you?" Ms. Lee says when you arrive at your room.

- I'm sorry I just needed to be out of the Palace for a while!

-"A while? You know how worried we were? I thought you might have fainted at the street or something. Never do this again."

- I'm sorry, we? - You're confused, maybe you’re not hearing well.

-"Jaehyun sent all of the Palace soldiers after you anyway!"

- What? - You look at her shocked.

- Sorry I can't think about anything right now I just need a bath, I'll work double shift tomorrow I promise. - You turn around and go to the bath area.

You sink your whole body at the hot water. 'Why did he sent the soldiers after me?' You thought. Does he really care about you this way?

-"Y/n"

You turn around and see Jaehyun staring at you. He immediately throws himself in the water, still with clothes on and hugs you.

-"Where were you? I was so worried, I thought something happened to you" He hugs you tight, like he never would let you go again.

- Jaehyun!

-"I'm so sorry y/n, I shouldn't have said those things to you please, I'm so sorry, don't ever leave like that again!"

He grabs your face with both of his hands and kisses you.

-"I had no idea about the marriage I swear, I won't get married to anyone, I already told my dad! Y/n I never cared about any of this, I never cared about anything before you appeared, I just wanna make you happy, I love you! please don't leave me again! I love you!"

'He loves you' You don't know why but what you feel about Jaehyun is something you can't explain, all the emotions come back to your chest, you never felt this way over anyone, not even Kun.

- Jaehyun… It's ok, I was angry and I shouldn't have left that way, I'm sorry I…

- I love you too!

Part 4 coming soon

#yuta nakamoto #yuta smut #yuta x reader #jaehyun x reader #nct smut #nct royal au #concubine au #historical au #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct 127 #nctzen

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yutahoes · 3 years ago

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Ghost of You

pairing: idol! Yuta (NCT member) x idol! Y/N (solo idol-actress)

word count : 5k words

genre: angst

summary: He was the one who ended everything. But you’re like a ghost that kept haunting him.

warning : break up, alleged cheating, pregnancy, a fic where you just want to strangle Yuta to death

Based on this ask. I’m sorry, I tweaked the story and changed some of the song (especially the Olivia Rodrigo one because it doesn’t fit the story) The songs I used are linked in the story. Also, I have no idea how the idol world works and please note that this is just fanfiction. Please Enjoy reading.

Broken glass, an empty unruly apartment. Signs that a big fight happened. All because of a tabloid article of him seeing his co-host late at night. Yuta argued that she needed someone to talk to and Y/N was angry that he winged their anniversary V-live just for this. “You can tell me if you’re sick of me, Yuta.” she claimed that made him hiss. “Don’t you think I didn’t notice? You’re always making up things just so you can’t meet me.”

“That’s not true!” Yuta shouted. “I am busy.”

Tears ran down her face. “Then explain how Jungwoo had lunch with me last Friday when you said that you’re practicing with your members.”

“Stop saying that I don’t even make time for you.” His voice raised in frustration. “When all you do is hang out with that co-star of yours.”

The girl scoffed. “So it’s my fault now? It’s work, Yuta.” It’s always the same reason. “I asked you a lot of times if you’re alright with the drama and you never mention anything. Now, you’re using it against me?”

The guy shook his head. “Let’s talk about this tomorrow. I’m tired.”

“And I’m also tired.” She whispered. “Let’s end this, Yuta.” She threw the promise ring before leaving the apartment.

The news next day was about Y/N erasing pictures of them in her social media accounts. The breakup news between the solo idol and the NCT member followed. Taeyong just shook his head watching Yuta exit the CEO’s office with droopy shoulders. “I really like her for you, hyung.” Mark claimed when he entered the practice room.

He didn’t know where it went wrong. They were happy. Everyone likes their relationship. His fans are her fans, and hers are his. They were tagged as the greatest idol couple, often paired in dances since it’s both their strengths. Y/N was casted in a period drama and he’s a supportive boyfriend who visited her the first day of the filming and thanked everyone for taking care of his girlfriend. She filmed romantic scenes, kissing her actor co-star. And he was fine. “It’s work, Yuta.” She would always say. And he would just smile.

He started hosting a radio show with a female Japanese idol and he was cold at her, wanting to stir away from controversy. But as her drama progressed, with more romantic scenes and more kissing, he felt left out. She’s becoming a star. And he’s becoming Y/N’s idol boyfriend. Slowly, he’s getting fed up with the relationship that’s slowly getting centered on her.

It felt like a breath of fresh air that it all ended now. Like a thorn removed from his aching heart.

All the public’s sympathy went to her, as he expected. She’s the star. The more famous one among the two of them. So he just painted himself as the bad guy by confirming that he’s dating his co-host which surprised the other girl. The agency was surprised at the decision but it became such a media frenzy that their radio show got high ratings every week. Even the sales of their album spiked up and he became known as NCT’s Yuta and not as someone’s idol boyfriend.

Everything is getting better.

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It was the end of the year award show when they crossed paths again. They were doing a great job avoiding each other. Why now? Nine members meant a vacant seat from the round table artists are seated at. The staff repeatedly apologized but as kind as she is, she just smiled and sat between Doyoung and Jaehyun, just across Yuta. She greeted all the members, even complimenting Haechan’s hair and Taeil’s suit. “Congratulations on best album.” she greeted, smiling widely to avoid the awkwardness.

“Aren’t you releasing an album as well?” Johnny asked that made her nod. “Another dance track?” Taeyong asked but Y/N shook her head saying that it was a ballad album and that she will perform later. The guys were obviously surprised, ballad isn’t her best track. She’s more known for her dancing skills so it is indeed a huge surprise.

When the best female idol awardee was called, the NCT members all stood up to congratulate her. Jungwoo even helped her with her pink lace gown. She did the usual thank you message: thanking her parents, the almighty being, the management, the staffs, and her fans. “And lastly…” Yuta gasped. Whenever she gets an award, she thanks him lastly for comforting and always supporting her. “Please watch out for my album.” He felt his heart drop, especially when she smiled that angelic smile. Why is she shaking him like this?

Yuta was already bored. He just wants to go home. The lights dimmed and the emcees announced her as the next performer. Because it’s a live performance, they showed some clips of her photoshoot for her new album. He had to agree that this concept fits her. She looked prettier than when they used to go out.

He was more surprised to see an orchestra accompaniment behind her on stage. Her, seated on a platform, wearing a white sequined dress that shines like stars when the spotlight shone on her. The crowd clapped just as the start of the song played. (Imagine this as the performance.)

The other members warily glanced at him. A break up song. Why isn’t he surprised?

My dream changed - instead of a famous singer, I tried to become a good wife

He remembered how she would always try to learn to cook whenever she had extra time. She never mentioned anything to him. It was until one night, they were laying next to each other, when she asked him if he wanted her to continue being an idol. That made him curious that time. She loved performing. Why would she ask that?

Now, he knew why.

By the time the second chorus rolled in, he was just amazed at how she could sing those notes while seated down. Her singing really got better.

Someday you’ll probably call me then I hope you will be a man and congratulate me

Because this is all thanks to you, I’ll prepare a good thank you message for you

He can hear Mark giggling beside him. Johnny pursed his lips as if preventing to laugh. “Hyung, please record her thank you message.” the youngest member teased that made him annoyed.

Her voice echoed all throughout the venue. Her adlibs hitting notes that she cannot do before and she’s sitting while doing that.

Slowly, I got over you like that

Their eyes met. Those sparkling eyes. She’s shining. She looks well. She looks better. Without him.

The fresh air suffocated him, burning his lungs in the process. The thorn that was removed came back and brought friends, a knife tearing his heart into pieces.

Everything is getting better. For her. Not for him.

The moment he went inside the empty apartment, he felt like breaking down. This is harder than the time she left. He missed her. He’s a wreck without her. A huge mess. Why is he taken over by his jealousy? She deserves to be the center of the relationship. The star. She deserves the whole world. Is it too late for him to get everything back now? He took his phone as a song on the radio played, “Mark, I need your help.”

Another award show meant another chance to cross paths with her. To Y/N’s surprise, Yuta congratulated her with a wide smile after winning an award. The staffs were repeatedly asking if the members were sure of doing this that made the manager and the leader nod. Johnny was seated in front of the grand piano, Mark on one side with his guitar. Taeil, Doyoung, Jaehyun, and Yuta seated on different chairs in the middle of the stage. (Song)

Johnny started the melody while Mark played his guitar. Jaehyun started the song that made Y/N look at them from the artists’ place. Yuta smiled. Her favorite band. Taeil started singing the chorus with Yuta as back-up vocals. Doyoung sang the second verse while Jaehyun sang the chorus, followed by Taeil. By the end of the song, they lightly glance at Yuta. His last cry for her.

So I drown it out like I always do

Dancing through our house with the ghost of you

And I chase it down, with the shot of truth

He glanced at her, staring straight to those sparkling eyes.

That my feet don’t dance like they did with you

The lights dim but he saw her silhouette remain on her seat, shoulders visibly heaving. Behind the spotlight, Yuta finally realized that like a ghost, he cannot shake her off. She’ll keep haunting him because he cannot let go of her. Yuta finally realized that he is still in love with her.

They had been busy with the concerts abroad and she had been busy with the promotion of her album. Yuta’s co-host quit the radio show and days later, it was announced that she was pregnant. The members were surprised at first but it was her who confirmed that Yuta isn’t the father of the child. The public sympathy went to Yuta for the alleged cheating that the girl had done, making him in the center of the media frenzy once again.

It was a Japanese radio show when he met Y/N again. He had to promote the Japanese leg of their concert while she promoted her Japanese single. She looked casual greeting him, as if nothing happened but her words echoed in his ears “It’s just work, Yuta.” Maybe it was really nothing to her.

They were seated next to each other. He watched her put on her headphones then rubbed her palms together. “I kinda forgot Japanese.” she claimed then said a Japanese phrase to introduce herself. “Is that right?” He nodded, his warm gaze still on hers. Too casual. “I’m nervous.”

He wanted to hug her. Comfort her. Tell her that everything will be alright. That he’s next to her so she doesn’t have to worry about anything.

But he can’t. She’s not his.

The host kept on claiming that they looked good together that startled them both. When the staff told him something in Japanese, he kept on apologizing while saying that he doesn’t know that they used to date. She just smiled, shaking her head to avoid the awkwardness. She really did move on. The radio show went smoothly until the last part where they had to sing a duet together. Y/N was obviously surprised. Didn’t she know? “We can skip it if you don’t want to.” Yuta whispered.

Once again she shook her head. “It’s fine. I just haven’t prepared for it.” she claimed while looking at the music sheet. “The notes are a little high.”

“You’ll do great. Your singing got better.” She giggled at the reference and he smiled. He missed her laugh.

Y/N focused on the lyrics, asking the translator to tell her what the words mean or how to pronounce it. Yuta was reading the lyrics, seated next to her when she laughed. “Yuta,” she called and he felt his heart jump from his chest. He missed her voice calling his name. “Should we switch parts?” He looked surprised, curious even. “I mean, the lyrics.”

Yuta smiled. “Should we?”

Y/N giggled. “Sometimes I am convinced they’re doing this on purpose.” He smiled while looking at her. He missed her. So much.

The host was asking repeatedly if they want to continue this, apologizing if it ever makes them uncomfortable but she would just smile and shake her head. He thanked her for being professional and she grinned, making Yuta breathless. He missed her smile.

They were introduced and she even made a fighting sign at him as the melody started. It was a lonely song and Yuta poured all his feelings on his part. (This is the song they used. Dude, can they just remaster it by asking Yuta to sing this?)

Long time no see

His eyes turned to her. He missed everything about her.

We cannot express how we feel

Breath echoes in our ears

The radio show staff all turned to them in surprise.

My dear, you’ve already found a new love

She turned to him with her sparkling eyes.

There is no one like you

I am cheating my heart

He sang while staring at her. She even missed the first beat of her part then smiled while looking at the music sheet in front of them. The bridge of the song came and the staff looked in awe at both of them.

But you are not mine anymore

They stared at each other while singing those words. By the end of the song, Y/N’s voice was breaking so she stepped farther from the mic immediately. A smile escaped her lips when the host asked if she’s alright, apologizing that she ruined the song. Everyone were giving them compliments, fans commenting on how amazing they deliver the song and wishing that they can do a collab in the future.

“Y/N,” Yuta called on the hallways of the building. He breathed hard while she just nodded at her manager, asking her to go first. “I…” He started but the words cannot come out of his mouth. I’m sorry. My ego got the worst of me. My insecurity caused our fall. I’m a wreck without you. Please come back to me.

“Let’s not talk about it, Yuta.” She said while shaking her head. “We were immature. We’re so used to each other that we took each other for granted.” She grinned once again, eyes sparkling. Upon closer look, he figured out why. Her tears were forming. Like little pearls in her eyes. “I’m sorry, Yuta.” The words he cannot tell her. “Let’s be happy, hmm?”

Yuta smiled, taking the hand she held out. “Can I call you when I am feeling miserable?”

The girl laughed. “My number didn’t change.” She claimed. “And I still have to give you my thank message.”

He pulled her close, wrapping her in his arms. “I missed you, Y/N.”

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Fans were delighted seeing Y/N and Yuta seated next to each other in the V-live account. A thing they always do every year on their anniversary. She was smiling, her lovely smile, while waving at the camera. Yuta adjusted the camera to capture them both before smiling his angelic smile.

“I didn’t know your V-live account still works even if it isn’t used for a year.” She claimed, leaning in to read some comments. “I also didn’t know that there are still fans who come in this V-live account.” The number of watching people raised up that startled even Yuta.

They both introduced themselves in a lively manner before the NCT member explained that they did this V-live as a thank you to fans who trended the song they sang in Japan. “I didn’t know that it would blow up like this.” He claimed and she nodded, even laughing at how embarrassing it is that her voice broke in the end.

They started reading some comments about how fans missed them together, that they look together, and that their playfulness as a couple came back. “Are you back together?” Yuta read, pointing at the comment.

“We’re not together together,” Y/N started then emphasized the last word with air quote marks. “We’re just…” She lightly glanced at him who was looking at her, mirroring the same smile she had. “Just patching things up and fixing ourselves.” Yuta continued for her.

“Is there a possibility of a come back?”

Y/N giggled before pointing at Yuta. “NCT is coming back with a new album. I’m preparing for a fall comeback.” The guy laughed at that. “Yuta, do you want to be featured in my album?”

He nodded immediately. “Will you write me a love song?”

She grinned, shaking her head playfully. “I’m not gonna write you a love song~” she sang before laughing. Yuta chuckled, poking her side playfully. “But we’ll see.”

The fan asked what they had been up to. Y/N shared that she’s writing songs for her album and Yuta saying that he hangs out with the members often and the preparations for their comeback. “I’ve been hanging out with Jaehyun a lot.” he claimed, “I’ve been liking his music choices lately.”

“You’re already done with your rocker state?” She asked, feigning a shock. “What song have you been listening to lately?”

Yuta smiled, taking his phone out of his pocket. He played the song and Y/N smiled that there’s still a rockish feel on it. (Song)

Oh, all my emotions feel like explosions when you are around

Yuta mouthed the words, trying to look for comments but his gaze was on her while jamming on the song. A smile crept his lips and he saw how one fan pointed out that he’s so in love with her. He is.

“This song is so nice.”

“Honestly, it kinda reminds me of you.”

He’s singing ‘She’s a, She’s a lady And I am just a boy’

He’s singing ‘She’s a, She’s a lady’ And I am just a line without a hook’

Oh baby, I am a wreck when I’m without you I need you here to stay

She looked surprised when Yuta sang the lines of the songs. The side of his lips curled up when he saw the sparkle back in her eyes. They talked a bit about what fans should watch out from their respective schedules. They said goodbye in a lively manner before Yuta ended the V-live.

Y/N leaned on the couch, breathing heavily. She lightly glanced at Yuta and he smiled. “Want to get some sushi?” She nodded, grinning widely.

Yuta cannot shake her off. Like a ghost, she will keep haunting him. And hopefully, she can come back to him.

#hotpinklists #yuta #yuta nakamoto #nakamoto yuta #yuta angst #yuta nakamoto angst #nakamoto yuta angst

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hwangsies · 4 years ago

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zephyr

(n) a gentle breeze

pairing: seo changbin x female reader (hwang hyunjin x female reader)

genre: rebound to fwb to dumbasses to lovers(?), college!au, undergroundrappers!3racha

warnings: angst: mentions of infidelity, heartbreak and abuse, seemingly unrequited love, they are both so dumb and prideful its annoying, fluff, bad attempt at comedy, minsung on the side, cursing, alcohol consumption, smut: protected piv, oral (f), studio sex, praise, mild degradation, hair pulling, mild spanking

wc: 10k

enjoy <3

September

"y/n?" you hear your roommates faint voice calling out your name.

You dont bother to answer because you know she's going to come into your room at any second now.

And you're right. "y/n??" Your door opens a few seconds later.

You groan in response, not looking up and instead staying in your little cocoon of blankets.

"no babygirl what are you doing?" you feel the bed shift under lias weight when she sits down.

"what does it look like i'm doing?" you grumble back, her hand gently rubbing over your arm.

"sulking, babe" she replies, dropping her purse to the ground.

"10 points for griffyndor" you sniffle as you scooch and sit up, pushing the blankets half off of you at which she sighs.

"wooyoung was not that good of a boyfriend for you to still be crying over him" lia presses her lips together concernedly.

She's right, you know it. It has almost been two months and you still feel like crying everytime someone mentions him.

"i know" you nod somewhat defeatedly "still, i was with him for almost a year and" you hiccup "he literally ripped my heart out and trampled on it"

"i know" lia nods understandingly "but i do think it would help if you went out again, even if its just for a night, you know just to be around people"

"it probably would but i just dont have the energy for it" you shrug your shoulders.

"i get it, girl, i really do" she pats your knee "both of my exes cheated on me, my only luck was that they were both awful at hiding it so i found out pretty quickly" she huffs.

You force out a chuckle, from what you heard from one of the girls that wooyoung cheated on you with, was that it started 3 months into your relationship.

"this the most humiliating thing ever, lia" you scoff "being with someone for so long, trusting them and telling them all your secrets and you think they are doing the same for you but then realizing that they were faking it all along to have multiple side chicks, and the fact that i was too oblivious to figure it out is the icing on the cake" you rub your forehead, feeling a migrane approach due to the sheer amount of crying you've been doing.

She seems to know what's happening and hands you the water bottle next to your bed "hydrate, sis"

So, you do. Taking four big gulps out of the water bottle.

Once you place the bottle next to you and tie your hair in a messy bun, you look at your roommate more thuroughly now that the tears are wiped away.

"you look pretty" you compliment her makeup and casual yet chic outfit "what'd you do tonight?"

Her contagious grin spreads over her face, eyes turning into little crescents.

"chris took me to the fair in town" lia grins before her face drops "I'm sorry, this is maybe not the time to ta-"

"No! It is, tell me about it" you interrupt her.

"O-okay" she nods hesitantly "well, i dont know if you've been keeping track but today was our fourth date and it was amazing" she gushes.

"I cant believe how much i like him, like, its crazy" she squeals a little, at which you giggle.

"so, fourth date huh? And he hasnt tried to get into your pants yet?" you quip.

"nope, i initiated our first kiss and other than that nothing" she whispers the last words before laughing.

"thats great" you smile, genuinely happy for her.

"Hmm yea" she sings as she gets up "i'll go to bed now too"

"Oh, hey, i have an idea" lia speaks up when standing in your doorway "chris has this performance thingy in two days, you should totally come!" she offers enthusiastically.

"he has a band?" you ask, partly to distract her from her offer.

"Hmm not really a band, they're a trio and there is this performance on saturday where a bunch of underground artists perform, i didnt fully listen if im honest" she giggles "but you should come with me!!" she jumps excitedly.

"i dont kno-"

"y/n pleasee? You'd do me a huge favor too because i dont know anyone there" lia pleads, clutchig her hands together.

"you know chris" you rebuttal.

"and what am i supposed to do when he's performing? stand around like an idiot? please y/n" she pouts.

"I dont really think this is my type of crowd..." you scratch your head.

"please please please" she jumps once more.

You sigh and tilt your head as you look at her sternly.

"one of his friends is single" she adds carefully.

"and cute" she sings "from what ive seen in pictures" she adds.

"lia" you groan.

"I'll do your laundry for two weeks if you come with me"

"you will?" Your head snaps towards her.

"yes i will! i promise, just come with me, please?"

A long sigh leaves your lips "okay"

The strong bass of the loud music rings in your chest as soon as you step foot into the club where “3racha” is supposed to be performing tonight.

Lia comes to a halt and you almost run into her because you were to busy checking out the venue and the other people around you.

“sorry” you mumble and hold onto her arm to avoid getting lost in the crowd.

She pulls out her phone and clicks on her and hers and chris’s chat, to figure out where to meet them, you assume.

“okay” lia puts her phone back into her jeans pocket and grabs your hand “they’re backstage, lets go”

“can we just go there?” you almost yell for her to understand what you’re saying.

“yea! Chris said he’ll make sure we’ll get in, come on” she tugs at your hand for you to walk faster.

You waddle behind her, barely dodging some drunk guys beer that goes flying before you arrive at the sign that says “artists only” and a black curtain behind it.

The guy standing infront of it raises a brow at the two of you before pointing at said sign “read ladies, no fans allowed”

“hey, they’re with me” a guy, you assume to be chris, taps on his shoulder and shows his artists badge, half of his body still covered by the curtain.

The bigger guy sighs and lets you through.

“thank you” lia lets go of your hand to loop her arms around chris’s neck once behind the curtain, they kiss and you look around.

Not because you are particularly uncomfortable, maybe still just a little bitter at happy couples.

You audibly clear your throat when they are still making out after a good ten seconds.

“oh-uhm” lia looks back at you after breaking the kiss “chris, this is y/n, y/n, chris” she giggles.

“hi y/n, nice to meet you” he gives you a quick hug and a smile full of dimples, finally understanding why your roommate is always swooning about him.

“hi” you smile back, somewhat forced.

“lets go to our dressingroom” chris suggests and leads the way.

Opening the door, he lets you and lia walk in first.

One guy is dancing around in the middle of the room, singing along to the current song that’s being played in the background with a water bottle as a pretend mic.

Another is one sitting on the small couch and laughing at him.

“oh, hi” the guy stops singing and quickly hides the bottle behind himself at which chris chuckles.

“guys, this is lia and y/n” chris points at the two of you before closing the door behind him.

“ooo the lia?” the waterbottle guy wiggles his eyebrows, at which you cant help but laugh as well, he isn’t very tall but looks lean.

“what is the lia supposed to mean?” lia laughs when chris comes up and slings an arm around her waist from behind her.

“I..well-I talk about you sometimes-“

“sometimes my ass” the guy sitting on the couch scoffs amusedly, your eyes shift to him.

He’s wearing a white baseball cap and a pretty tight fitted black Versace shirt, making his shoulders and arms look broad.

His hands clad in black half-gloves, he adjusts his cap before locking eyes with you and quickly looking down again.

“channie hyung must’ve forgotten his manners, I’m jisung” the waterbottle guy speaks up “and that’s changbin hyung” he points at the most intimidating-looking of the three of them, on the couch.

“channie?” lia squeals as she sits down with chris on the couch changbin is sitting on as well, jisung coming up to you.

“hey, you want something to drink?” he asks, pointing at the mini bar feigning cockiness “we have a mini bar”

“woow” you chuckle, playing along “sure I’d love a drink”

“how come we’ve never met on campus before?” jisung asks after mixing you a vodka soda and sitting down on the second couch in the room.

“oh, you all go to uni here as well?” you ask surprisedly as you sit down next to him..

“yea” he grins “that’s how we all met” he points at lia and chris almost sitting on top of each other “and those two”

“oh I didn’t even know that” you take a sip, trying to loosen up “I guess I wasn’t listening when she was ranting on about him”

Jisung laughs and changbin joins the two of you as he sits down next to jisung.

“they just started calling each other bubs I feel like throwing up” changbin groans as he drinks from his beer.

You huff before jisung speaks again, looking from his friend back to you “he’s usually more romantic” he quips.

“I bet” you joke with him.

“yup” changbin locks eyes with you “that’s why I’m single, I’m just too romantic” he shakes his head sarcastically.

“ooh” you squint your eyes “emotional unavailability? love that in a man” you grin, at which his eyebrow quirks up amusedly.

“speaking of man, did minho hyung text you when he’d be here?” jisung asks his friend.

“yea he said he’ll be here in 5 and that you should finally buy a new phone” changbin answers, reading it from his phone at which jisung scoffs before turning to you.

“minho is my boyfriend” he explains “he’s hot” he grins at which you laugh “I bet”

“so, y/n, do you have a boyfriend?” jisung asks after taking a sip of his drink

“not anymore” you scoff, jisung inhales excitedly “guess what, changbin is single as well” he grins from ear to ear, comically looking back and forth between you two.

“oh, please dont start like lia” you chuckle, leaning forwards to lock eyes with changbin “no offense, but I only attract assholes”

He shakes his head, amusedly raising his brows “none taken” he grins at which you huff before a young woman comes into their dressing room to tell them they’re up next.

Back in the crowd, you and lia find a good place just as the lights dim and the music begins to play.

Suddenly you feel someone run into your side “woah I’m sorry” he quickly apologizes “this guy pushed me” he looks behind him.

“its alright” you nod, loud enough for him to hear.

Once they come outside, the crowd goes wild.

“jisungieee” the guy next to you all over sudden screams, you have to smile when looking at him.

“are you minho by any chance?” you ask him.

He nods aggressively “yea! do you know jisung?”

“I just met him backstage” you yell over the loud bass.

Minho laughs and nods before the bass drops and chris starts the first verse.

“he’s great right?” lia screams into your ear when the first chorus ends.

“yea” you nod, actually surprised at how good their music is, now understanding as to why the crowd loves them so much.

Changbin starts his verse and suddenly you feel somewhat entranced, his voice is rough and his bars are hard, definitely fitting his appearance but what entices you is the passion with which he appears to be performing.

Throughout their whole performance you cant take your eyes off him, the way his arms flex when he grips onto the microphone a little harder or the way his jugular sticks out when he growls into the microphone.

Not to mention the thighs you somehow didn’t notice in their dressing room, you watch them strain against his leather pants and feel even hotter suddenly.

Their last song ends and lia is quick to be in your ear about going backstage to chris again.

“oh you know chan hyung?” minho overhears and chimes in.

“yea she’s his date” you point at your overly excited roommate.

“changbin just texted and said they’re upstairs in the vip lounge, come with me” the brunette holds out his hand for you to take, which you do and grab lia with the other one.

“do you know where you’re going?” you ask minho after a minute of pressing yourself along sweaty dancing bodies.

“yea! they’re here a lot” he yells back “its right over there” he points to a flight of stairs where yet another bouncer is standing in front of.

“hey minho” the bouncer greats him with a fist bump “these girls are with you?” he points at lia and you.

“yea” he nods.

“trying something new, I see” he laughs atw hich you frown.

“oh, nono” minho chuckles uncomfortably “I’m still with jisung”

“ah-alright well, have fun” the bouncer moves after looking you all up and down, letting you walk up the stairs.

“wow, you’re famous” lia giggles at which minho huffs and shakes his head amusedly “yea, for being the only non-straight person they know”

“baby” you see jisung jump up from his seat in the spacious lounge as soon as you enter.

“hii” minho holds out his arms for him to run into, you cant stop yourself from smiling when you see jisung jump into his boyfriends arms.

“lia, y/n come over here” chris waves at the two of you.

“you were so good, baby” you hear minho praise jisung behind you as you walk over to the large round sitting booth where chan and changbin are sitting.

Lia slides into the booth and cuddles into chans side “you were awesome” she squeals as you sit down on the other end and grab a fresh glass from the middle of the round table, holding it next to changbins where he’s pouring cherry vodka into.

“can i get some?” you ask, he glances at you and smirks before silently filling your glass with a double shots worth of the slightly rosy liquid.

“so, how did you like it?” he asks as he leans back, taking a swing of his drink.

“you guys were really good” you nod “to be honest I didn’t expect such high quality music”

He laughs, leaning his head back a little, his adams apple bopping with it.

You cant help but notice the sheer sheen of sweat that expands over his thick neck, obviously coming from their escapades on stage just now.

“what did you expect? a bunch of drunks playing wonderwall on the guitar for more drunks?” he grins, straight white teeth on display.

“hey, don’t come for wonderwall” you raise your hand jokingly at which he laughs.

“I wouldn’t dare” he raises his hands comically.

“hey” you whip your head around to see jisung and minho “scoot, please” jisung speaks again.

“oh-yea” you grab your drink and scoot further into the half circle-shaped booth.

“so what do you study?” changbin asks, his voice catches you off guard because you hadn’t calculated how close you’re sitting to him.

You turn to him to realise you’re close enough to smell his perfume and aftershave.

“uh- I- art” you answer shakily before taking a sip of your drink just to pull a face afterwards.

“jesus christ” you cough a little and hold your chest as changbin laughs.

“its stronger than you’d think” he grins “can you handle it?” he teases when your eyes get a little watery.

You stare at him for a second before playfully rolling your eyes “im good”

His eyes trace over your face as you look around before he breaks the silence ”i can get you something else if you want” he offers.

“oh-uh no, I’m just being dramatic its fine” you chuckle.

“so...what do you study?” you change the topic.

“I’m majoring in music” he says, stretching out his arms over the backrest “all three of us are”

“oh, so you like, produce all your own stuff?” you ask, your eyes jumping to where his forearm touches your shoulder, that’s leaning against the backrest.

“yea, channie hyung composes the most, me and ji write a lot” he explains,

“thats really cool” you nod, looking over to the mentioned guy.

Changbin follows your eyes and huffs when the both of you see him and your roommate sucking face again.

After a few seconds they stop and giggle before standing up to go somewhere.

“where are they going?” you huff.

“I guess they want some alone time” he chuckles, lifting the arm close to you to take off the cap he’s still wearing.

You flinch when his forearm brushes your shoulder.

“are you scared of me?” he asks slowly, stopping his movements, cap still in hand.

“no- no” you shake your head, chuckling “I- its just been a while since I’ve gone out and I don’t know” you shrug “I feel a little lost”

“hm” changbin cocks his brow at your words, running one hand through his dark brown locks.

You divert your eyes from his bulging bicep back to his face quickly when he speaks again.

“any reason why?” he leans back again.

“oh, just a shitty ex and a shitty breakup” you shrug “I’m gonna spare you the details”

“aw, no please, tell me he had a small dick and everything, now im invested” he jokes.

You tsk at him and push his arm playfully, feigning annoyance.

“that still doesn’t answer my question as to why you jumped like that when my arm touched you” changbin raises his brows expectantly.

You open your mouth to speak but-

“we’ll go get some more to drink” minho interrupts you at which changbin nods.

“so?” he asks again, once minho and jisung leave.

“did that ex hit you? give me his address I’ll beat him up for you” changbin deadpans.

“no” you shake your head after taking another sip “he didn’t” you huff incredulously.

“its just- you look kinda scary” you blurt out finally.

His eyes widen before he falls into a boyish laughter, which you cant help but join.

“me?” he points at himself before laughing again, the image you had made up in your mind about him cracking.

“yea!” you raise your brows “when you look like this” you furrow your brows and lightly squint your eyes to mimic his resting bitch face.

“what the-” he splutters laughingly.

“stoop, don’t laugh” you hold onto his forearm, still giggling yourself.

He calms himself, subconsciously scooting closer to you in the now empty booth.

“maybe scary wasn’t the right word” you snicker, looking down.

“I think the word you were looking for was: sexy, hot or mysterious, maybe handsome-” he quips, grinning to himself when you start laughing again.

“no, no, I know what I meant” you joke back, just now noticing how close he is, his knee touching yours as his whole torso is turned to you.

“so none of my suggestions are accurate?” he cheekily raises one brow at which you scoff playfully.

“maybe one or two” you see his eyes jump to your lips.

The air suddenly feels thick around you with tension, changbins tongue darting out to wet his plump bottom lip while his eyes are still locked on yours.

You breathe in before the two of you lock eyes again "so…are you gonna kiss me, or just stare?"

He raises his brows at your sudden boost of confidence, grinning amusedly.

"what happened to me being scary?" he counters before urging you to swing one leg over his thighs with gentle hands.

You take a seat on his lap, straddling his thick thighs before looping your arms around his neck "i dont know, i think i'm into it" you quip.

His hands wander up your waist "well then i wont make you wait any longer" he grins, looking at your lips one last time before closing the gap inbetween you two.

You meet him in the middle, changbins grip on your waist tightens when his plush lips land on yours.

He pulls you closer to him, pushing his tongue past the seam of your lips.

You can taste the cherry vodka on his tongue but it riles you up even more, sucking at the wet muscle before his hands wander over the swell of your ass and each grab a handful of the flesh; your short skirt riding up when you subconsciously grind against his lap.

“be careful” he mumbles against your lips, gently tugging down the piece of fabric so you don’t expose yourself to bywalkers.

“where’s the fun in that?” you cock your head to the side teasingly.

Changbin scoffs and leans in again but you get interrupted by jisung.

“hey, we-oh” you whip your head around.

Jisungs frown turns into a grin “uh” he chuckles “we dont mean to interrupt but chan hyung texted minho and they’re going to your place” he points at you.

“ugh, seriously?” you mutter.

“I’m sleeping at minhos so, hyung you’ll have our place to yourself” he winks at changbin.

“so, we’re out too, have fun you guys” minho waves teasingly as jisung drags him away.

For a second you stare after them, until a gentle squeeze at your waist makes you turn around again.

“you could come over to my place if you don’t want to go to yours right now” he offers, eyes flickering to your lips when you bite at your lower one.

This is usually like not you, letting some guy you barely know take you home.

But here you are the next morning, looking up at the ceiling, changbins room flooded with daylight.

You sit up and look at the still unconscious changbin next to you. His blanket had fallen down and exposes his toned torso, barely covering his private parts.

A tingle forms in your lower abdomen when you think of what happened here a few hours ago.

But you pull yourself together and start looking around for your clothes.

You spot your bra on his desk and your skirt and shoes on the floor, gently shimmying out from underneath the blanket; you grab your skirt and slide it on without your panties, not being able to find them anywhere.

Right as you clasp your bra behind your back, changbins morning voice makes you flinch “you would’ve just snuck out?” he grumbles, rubbing his eyes as you look back at him.

“what? did you take me for a breakfast lover?” you quip as you slide into your shoes, looking around for your shirt.

“damn, that’s cold” he chuckles lowly, sitting up and watching you stride around his room.

“where did you put my shirt?” you ask, bending down to look under his desk.

“maybe you should worry about your panties first” he snickers, eyes glued to your core when you look back at him.

You kiss your teeth and straighten up quickly, having forgotten about your lack of underwear.

“not that that wasn’t a great view just now-“

“you’re not helping” you interrupt him, eyes lighting up when you spot your shirt in the hallway.

“why so serious all over sudden?” he grins “last night you were everything but tense”

You scoff as you pull your shirt over your head and stuff it into your skirt before grabbing your purse and phone.

“I have an exam in 2 days and I haven’t studied yet” you exhale.

“I could drive you home-“ he runs a hand through his messy hair.

“I’ll call a cab, uhm- thanks for last night” you hurriedly smile before walking out.

“bye” changbin calls after you, frowning and dropping back down onto his bed when he hears the door shut behind you “have a nice day I guess” he mumbles to himself.

October

You cling your jacket closer to your body as you walk through the howling wind the seasonal change had brought with it.

When you arrive at lias faculty building you take out your phone to see if she texted you about when her lecture would be over.

lia : hey babe, chris took me to his place -received at 4:17 pm

You roll your eyes, typical you think.

you : are you serious? you begged me to walk home with you -sent at 4:25 pm

You see her the little blue bubble pop up, indicating that she’s writing a message.

lia : im sorry!! please don’t be mad, he surprised me :((( -received at 4:25 pm

You scoff and turn off your phone before slipping it in your coats pocket alongside your hands. Typical, you think, ever since that night at the club the two of them have become inseparable and lia cancelling on you had become a regular thing. You are happy for her but you also miss your friend.

“y/n?” a familiar voice calls after you right as you start to walk away, you freeze and turn around.

“yea?- oh” you swallow harshly when you see changbin walk your way.

“hey” he smiles brightly and you have to bite back a grin at the cute beanie he’s sporting alongside his slightly red nose due to the cold weather.

“hi” you smile timidly.

“you never texted” he tilts his head at which you nod.

“yea, sorry I actually never got your number” you look at the ground “uh- what are you doing here?”

“oh um im on my way to the studio” he points at a nearby building “that’s the music faculty”

“ah okay, well” you lock eyes “have fun then” you turn around again, ready to walk away.

“hey” he catches up with you “you wanna join me? check out some of our new stuff?” he burries his hands in the front pockets of his jeans.

“I don’t know, changbin I really don’t want to date right now-“ you start at which he chuckles.

“I didn’t ask you to marry me” he stops in his tracks, grinning when you do as well, locking eyes “come on, I just need an unbiased opinion on some new tracks” he tilts his head.

You inhale before looking around you “I could drive you home after? So you don’t have to walk through this weather?” he offers, raising his brows at which you purse your lips.

“alright” you give in, changbin smiles and extends his elbow for you to hold.

You simper and coyly hook your hand around his arm as the two of you start walking.

“this is awesome!” you point to his laptop a minute after he played the first song for you.

Changbin grins bashfully and leans back into his desk chair “you think?”

“yea, the hook is super catchy” you bob your head as his eyes fix on your profile “you’re really talented, changbin” you catch him blushing before putting on another song.

After a few other songs, he takes off his headphones when you take off yours.

“can I ask you something?” he asks, you glance at him.

“you just did” you quip at which he huffs, “sure” you nod.

“how much of that night do you remember?” he fiddles with one of the rings on his left hand.

“why?” you ask back.

“well, you seemed really upset the next morning so I got kind of scared that you didn’t actually want it and I kind of took advantage of you” he recalls the night the two of you spent together.

“oh, no. you didn’t take advantage of me, I wasn’t even drunk and I would’ve told you if I had changed my mind or something. That was just the first time I ever spent the night at a guys house for a one night stand” you absently pick off some fuzzies from your jeans.

“plus I had just come out of a relationship so I was a little too emotional anyways” you chuckle.

“alright” changbin nods “just wanted to make sure” he smiles down at his hands “cause I remember all of it”

You whip your head, scoffing when you see him with a shit eating grin on his face.

“hm” you feign ignorance as you lean back “I don’t know, there wasn’t a lot to remember” you grin mischievously.

He laughs out loud, leaning forwards “no?”

You shake your head, pursing your lips comically “nah”

“cause I remember you shaking and screaming” he grins.

You shrug your shoulders “weird, must’ve faked it” you deadpan, fiddling with the headphones you’re still holding.

Changbins tongue prods on the inside of his cheek, huffing when he catches you grinning.

“right” he grins slumping into his seat a little further.

A thought flashes in your head when your gaze drops to his crotch and thick thighs, you swallow some spit in frustration as you feel your core getting hotter.

He was right, the night was amazing, maybe that was even part of the reason you stormed out the way you did.

You clench your thighs for some relief, anything really.

“want me to refresh your memory?” your eyes jump up to meet his, you open your mouth but nothing comes out; do you want him to?

Yes. Yes you do.

So, you get up and straddle him on his chair: his hands instantly gripping at your hips, pulling you closer.

“someones eager” he grins, pushing some of your hair behind your ear.

“shut up” you whisper before crashing your lips onto his.

Changbin groans when you tug at his hair, inviting you to slip your tongue in between his lips and grind your hips over his crotch.

He hisses before propping himself up on one armrest and holding your lower back with the other as he stands up; you squeal but he holds you before sitting you back down on the desk, next to his laptop.

“now who’s eager” you grin when his hands find the waistband of your leggings and tug them down with your panties in one.

He huffs as he bunches your leggings and panties around your ankles before slipping underneath the fabric barrier and inbetween your legs.

“by the looks of it..” he runs a finger through your wet folds “still you” he quips before pushing one finger in without warning.

You moan, you head dropping back onto the hard wooden surface.

“look at me” changbin orders as a second finger prods at your entrance, you whimper but prop yourself up on your elbows.

He curls the two fingers and pumps them almost violently, the palm of his hand smacking your clit with every pump.

“oh god-“ you yelp, your eyes scrunching together as your hips buck up.

“its changbin but god is fine too” he quips as he lowers his head, you curse at him, even though you have to laugh a little.

“you’re so annoy-ah!” you cry out because suddenly his tongue is lapping over your swollen clit, sucking on it forcefully when you claw one hand into his already messed up dark locks.

“fuck-bin- gonna cum” your hips stutter and you feel the pleasure that’s blooming in your tummy is getting ready to snap.

“mmh” he humms against you “cum then, baby” he moans, knowing full well what the added vibrations are doing to your body when your chest arches and your mouth drops open.

Your cries fill the studio as you clamp down on his fingers; he rides your through your high, holding down your hips with his unoccupied hand because you squirm with the euphoria that’s filling your veins.

“good girl” he mumbles, removing his fingers from you before bringing them up to your lips “now, suck them clean for me, yea?” he grins, lips and chin shiny with your cum.

“finally” you huff when arriving at 3rachas lounge in a club out of town; where they had just performed “this club is huge” you breathe, jisung scooting and changbin letting you squeeze past him to take a seat in between them as they chuckle.

Lia and chan already lost in their own world again as she drags him to the dancefloor, squealing when chan teasingly squeezes her sides as they disappear into the crowd.

“they are made for each other” minho sighs, sitting down and giving jisung the second beer from his hands.

“I know right” you lean back, breathing in.

“you’re still out of breath?” changbin laughs at you at which you hit his arm.

“stop it, oh my god” you feign annoyance “you know how exhausting it is to dodge beer bottles and not loose lia? she’s like a Chihuahua, I swear, you loose her once and its over” you chuckle, jisung and minho laughing too.

“you just don’t have any endurance, woman” changbin grins teasingly.

“that’s so not true” you laugh incredulously “what about two nights ago-“

“AH-“ jisung interrupts you, placing his hands over his ears “please spare us your sex stories, I hear enough of that when you’re over, babe”

You huff and changbins cheeks turn red.

“you guys are fucking?” minho asks, eyebrows raised as he takes a swing of his beer.

“good job keeping up, baby” jisung pats his boyfriends thigh teasingly at which he tsks at him.

“are you together or what?” minho props his elbow on the table to support his chin with his hand as he looks at the two of you expectantly.

“no, we’re not” you chuckle somewhat uncomfortably before looking over at changbin who just grins awkwardly.

“just here to be a good friend and keep the groupies away” you joke “right?” you nudge changbin with your elbow at which he nods swiftly, looking down again.

“yea, baby don’t be so old fashioned” jisung teases his boyfriend who just rolls his eyes playfully.

“speaking of groupies” minho mutters, spotting a group of girls just before they approach the lounge.

“hey jisungie, you wanna dance?” a pretty blonde girl bats her eyelashes as she leans down a bit to expose more of her cleavage, making jisung grin.

“baby, you’re gorgeous but I’m very gay” he nods apologetically, “Oh” she straightens up “really? You sure?”

You and changbin have to bite back a laugh when jisung nods again “very sure, thanks though, for coming”

She shrugs and looks at changbin “what about you? Wanna dance?”

“uh-“ changbin starts but you cut him off “he’s with me actually” you tilt your head.

“for real?” she stems her hands into her hips as she looks back at her posse, scoffing.

“yea” changbin loops his strong arm around your waist and pulls you closer to him “that’s my girl, so a little respect, please”

“aww” you coo dramatically as you play along, putting your hand on his jaw to turn his head towards you before you lock lips.

“whatever” you faintly hear the girls voice get quieter when changbin slips his tongue in between your lips.

“they’re gone” you hear minho but changbin pulls your legs to dangle over one of his thighs as he grips your waist.

“guys” jisungs voice only registers in the back of your head when changbin sucks at your bottom lip and you run your fingers through the hair on the back of his head.

“can I get you some more beers?” the waitresses voice pulls the both of you out of your trance as you break the kiss abruptly.

Jisung laughs, shaking his head at the both of you before turning to the waitress “we’ll take a round of shots I think”

November

“fuck-harder” you gasp “..mhh binnie-shit” you moan while changbin pounds into you from behind, gripping your hip tighter with one of his hands; the other one migrating up your back to gather the legth of your hair, twisting them before he pulls at their root.

You groan when you feel your hair getting pulled back, neck stretching as he picks up his pace.

“like this? fuck you love this don’t you?” he breaths ragged, but you can hear the dirty smirk that lingers on his lips every time you have rough sex..

You moan out loudly when he releases your hair and pushes your torso down onto the mattress, your hand pulling at the sheets , needing something to grip and release the pleasure.

“fuck- answer me, slut” he grunts and delivers a harsh slap to your ass.

You cry out “yes-yes-fuck-love it” you desperately gasp as he leans down to you, earning a low chuckle which sends shivers down your back.

His lips latch onto your shoulder blade and start sucking on the skin until a purple mark blooms under his lips.

“fuck” you let out a strangled yell when the hand on your hip makes its way to your front and he started circling your clit with his fingers, the pace and firmness matching his thrusts.

You cry out for him as you clench furiously around his cock “that’s a good girl” he whispers, only letting go of your clit when you flinch in overstimulation.

“cum for me- fuck baby, cum for me and let the others know who’s fucking you this good” he rasps in your ear. Not 5 seconds later, your orgasm ripples through you and you would’ve collapsed completely if he wasn’t holding you up.

You’re still panting when both of his hands go back on your hips and push them down, laying you flat on the mattress before he picks up his pace again with his last left strength to reach his own high.

“shit- y/n“ he grunts when you tighten around him again and you feel him filling the condom with some drawn out groans and a sharp hiss.

After a few seconds of nothing but heavy breathing filling the room, he pulls out and falls next to you on his bed.

You wince at the soreness that’s already presenting itself when you turn around on your back, looking over to him; you watch as he ties a knot in the condom and throws it into the trash next to his desk.

“kobe!” he exclaims gleefully at his perfect throw before looking back at you to see if you saw.

“jesus christ why am I sleeping with you” you hold your hands over your face, hating the fact that it made you laugh.

He gasps, feigning to be offended “that’s not how you speak to the guy that just made you cum three times”

“you are so full of yourself, seo changbin” you shake your head amusedly as you sit up.

“wait, I’ll clean you up” changbin is quick to rise from his comfortable position to grab some tissues from his nightstand.

“come here” he mumbles, gently urging you to lie back down before carefully wiping your own cum off your inner thighs and mound.

You watch him as he gently moves to wipe the tissue over your puffy folds, your hips jumping a little when he accidentally passes your clit.

“sorry” he grins, pressing a kiss to your angled knee; at which you feel your heart lurch forward a bit.

Woah, wait.

You’ve been seeing changbin just for sex for almost two months now, you’ve even gone with him other performances and after parties to keep groupies away and be his arm candy and never has your heart done this.

Mayday. Abort mission.

“should be good for now” changbin shrugs, shooting you a sweet smile before turning away from you to also get rid of the tissues.

You use the opportunity to shuffle to the side of his bed and slip on your panties before grabbing your bra.

“hey, you wanna leave already?” changbin asks “I thought we could hang” he tucks his hand under his head as you look back at him, clipping your bra closed “watch a movie or something”

“sorry, I promised lia I’d help her clean the apartment today” you lie, surprisingly quick, before pulling your hoodie over your head.

“so you’re just gonna fuck me and leave again?” he jokes dramatically “I don’t even get cuddles?”

“shut up” you chuckle.

“am I nothing more to you than a pretty piece of meat?” he continues as you slip into your jeans, rolling your eyes playfully.

“a toy you use when you need stress relief??” he holds his chest dramatically.

You step into your shoes and raise your brows at him.

“are you complaining?” you ask playfully.

“nahh” he pulls his covers over his abs as he watches you grab your jacket from his desk chair.

"At least give me a 'gopdbye, thanks for the bomb dick, kiss" He grins when you scoff at him. So, you lean over him and press a quick peck to his lips; he whines playfully when you lean back up again, sitting up and catching your lips with his roughly once more.

“alright, see ya” you shrug."

And shit, your heart does it again. What are you doing?

You break the kiss and ruffle through his hair.

“ugh” he huffs annoyedly, fixing his hair “I hope you have trouble walking” he quips as you go for the door.

“I’ll text you if I don’t” you wink at him before closing his door, leaning against it from the outside and closing your eyes.

“fuck” you whisper to yourself before making your way through the guys apartment.

“don’t break his heart, y/n” minhos voie comes from behind as you twist the doorknob.

“huh?” you trun around to look at him, he’s wearing a shirt that you know to be jisungs so he must be staying over.

“I’ve known changbin for a while, he seems tough but he’s a softie deep down” he crosses his arms over his chest “he hurts easier than you think”

“we- we’re both not in this for anything serious” you stammer “what do you mean?”

“I see the way he looks at you, y/n” minho smiles softly “I’m not telling you how to live your life, just, be honest with him… and yourself for that matter” he quirks one brow up, smiling before disappearing around the corner.

You squint your eyes as you’re trying to make out the label of the cereal boxes in the upper shelves, looking back at your phone you check to see what brand lia had texted you about so you don’t accidentally buy the wrong thing.

“fuck” you mumble when you see her desired cereal at the top of the shelf, so you reach up but to no avail.

“y/n?” you lower your heels to the floor again before turning around to see…

“hyunjin?” you face drops in awe.

“hey!” the tall young man smiles widely, opening his arms and inviting you to a hug.

“wow, hi” you hug him back.

Damn, what happened to him? The last time you saw him was before he moved away in 10th grade.

You used to be good friends with him, or, well, the freakishly skinny and lanky highschool version of him you met in dance class.

By the feel of it, even through the trenchcoat he’s wearing, you can tell he’s bulked up quite a bit.

After letting go of him, you cant help but stare.

His acne had cleared up and his brown hair is chin length with the top parts pulled back into a little pony tail, leaving some face framing strands in the front.

“wow- you look-“ you blink a few times to make sure you’re not dreaming “…really good, hyunjin”

He smiles on the ground, his pretty plump lips parting to reveal beautiful pearly whites which used to be covered by braces.

“so do you” he grins.

“no- I mean you look… good-good” you splutter, laughing awkwardly “like what are you a model now or something?”

“actually, yea- part time” he chuckles.

“oh” you huff “wow of course” you shake your head laughingly, blushing furiously when he doesn’t break eye contact.

“so- uhm” you gulp, making him grin even wider “what are you doing here?”

“I’m transferring here” he nods “better dance programme” he explains shortly.

“oh you still dance” you observe out loud “I haven’t danced in a while” you look down.

“you should come by after practice sometime” he offers “to catch up- or dance if you want” he giggles, a little dimple appearing on his left cheek.

“yea, I’d love that” you smile, nodding before he takes out his phone.

“put in your number, I’ll text you” he smiles softly when holding it out to you.

“mhm” you agree, saving your number in his phone and trying not to think about him staring at you the whole time.

“alright well” he checks his phone for the time, you guess “I gotta get going, only came here for this” he chuckles, holding up a carton of milk that you, weirdly enough, haven’t noticed until now.

“alright” you nod before he moves in for a hug again.

“bye” he smiles when loosening his arms again.

“bye” you mumble, staring at the back of his perfect head as he walks away.

You were about to pull out your phone and rant to lia about what just happened, when he stops in his tracks and turns around.

“almost forgot” he grins, reaching up and getting your cereal from the top shelf; winking when he places it in your hands, your body freezing.

“bye” he grins, walking away before you could thank him.

You had taken hyunjin up on his offer and met him in the dance studio after class where he showed you some of his contemporary pieces before you made your way to the popular coffee shop on campus together.

“-no seriously the second piece was my favourite I think, but they were all amazing!” you smile up at him at which he shakes his head cutely.

“can you stop complimenting me, y/n I’m getting all nervous” he laughs softly.

“oh please” you quip “with your talent and looks I would think nothing could make you nervous” you roll your eyes playfully.

Hyunjin huffs, opening the coffee shops door for you “you can” he says softly as you walk past him, you turn around to him to see him blush a litte but diverting his eyes to the big menu above the counter.

Did he just flirt with you? No, you must be tripping.

You look around to see only two other people sitting in one of the booths together, the cold must keep most people home, you think before hyunjin gently pulls at your sleeve to get your attention.

“what do you want?” he asks, the barista looking at you expectantly.

“uhm- a hot chocolate please” you say, reaching in your purse to get your wallet.

“I’ll take the same” hyunjin smiles politely, giving the barista money.

“on me” he smiles down at you.

“oh, thank you” you smile sheepishly, letting go of your purse again.

Once your hot chocolates are ready, you sit down in one of the booths, hyunjin sliding in to sit across from you.

“I was back home last week before I came here, you’ll never guess who I met” hyunjin grins.

“who?” you ask curiously.

“tim” he grins.

“tim?” your eyes almost pop out of your head “as in my first boyfriend tim?” you laugh, holding your hand to your face incredulously.

“but he moved away as well?” you half ask.

“yea he said he was visiting his grandparents, but guess the best part” hyunjin bites his lip

“what?” you chuckle.

“he got a nose job” hyunjin bites back a laugh when you gasp surprisedly “really?”

“one word” hyunjin says “botched…”

“aw no, poor tim” you frown, looking down at your hot drink as memories from back in the day come back to you.

“he always used to put his hand up my shirt when hugging” you frown, making hyunjin laugh.

“it was 9th grade y/n what did you expect?” you scoff at his rethorical question.

“I don’t know, some basic manners maybe?” you counter playfully…slowly letting the conversation die down as you both take sips from your cocoa.

“how come we never dated?” he asks softly after aminute of silence, looking up at you.

“we were friends?” you chuckle awkwardly.

“come on” hyunjin sits back in his booth “you must’ve known I had the biggest crush on you”

“you did?” you almost launch forwards in your seat, making hyunjin laugh.

“well, I guess you didn’t know then” he giggles, hiding his face in his hands embarrassedly.

“anyways, I would’ve paid good money to be able to slip my hand up your shirt” he jokes, cheeks reddening when you laugh.

“I honestly liked you a lot back then” you say “if you would’ve said something we might’ve actually gone out” you shrug gently.

“damn, way to rub that in my face” hyunjin grins.

You hold his eye contact for a few seconds before you feel your blood rushing to your cheeks again, quickly lifting up your mug to take a sip and partly cover your face.

When you put your mug back down, hyunjin grins widely, mumbling a “cute” before slowly bringing his hand to your chin and gently swiping his thumb over your top lip where a foam mustache had formed.

You gulp when he swiftly sucks the foam off his thumb, your eyes darting from his eyes to his lips.

When he notices, he leans over, slowly as if scared to overwhelm you.

That’s when minhos words pop up in the back of your head.

“be honest with him, and yourself for that matter”

But you aren’t together, and hyunjin is great and you want to kiss him but you know it would be wrong.

However, before you know it his lips are on yours and you’re not doing anything to stop him.

They are soft and inviting and you let him swipe his tongue over the seam of your lips, but then the little doorbell rings and you hear lias voice, followed by a male one before they abruptly stop, making you pull away abruptly.

Oh.

There they are, lia, chan, jisung and changbin; looking at you.

“y/n” lia grins widely, approaching your table “aren’t you gonna introduce us?” she squeals, hyunjin clears his throat and sits back down.

The three guys hesitantly follow lia when-

“woah- hyunjin?” chan speaks up.

“chan-hyung?” hyunjin gets up from his place to receive a hug from the older one as your eyes divert to changbin who is looking at the ground.

You aren’t together. Then why do you feel so guilty and why does he look so disappointed.

“he’s cute, girl” jisung grinningly interrupts your daydreaming, nodding towards chan and hyunjin who are still talking.

You force out a smile.

“how do you two know each other?” lia asks curiously.

“he went to my highschool, the last few years” chan grins.

“what a coincidence” you mumble, almost ironically.

“I went to highschool with y/n too, the first couple years though, then I moved away” hyunjin explains “oh, im sorry, I’m hyunjin by the way” he turns to jisung and changbin.

“I’m jisung, this is changbin” jisung smiles, pointing at his grumpy friend.

“I’m lia” lia grins “his girlfriend and her best friend” she points at chan before snuggling up to you, giggling.

Jesus, woman where do you get the energy? Is what you want to ask but you just flash another forced smile, hoping this moment will pass quickly.

“where were you guys?” you change the topic, hoping changbin would maybe look at you if you spoke up.

“oh, I caught them all huddled up in the studio” lia grins “they probably haven’t been outside in a week again” she giggles.

“true” jisung quips.

“hey lets all sit down” hyunjin suggests.

“I’ll get a coffee” changbin mumbles, walking back to the counter.

You usher lia to make way for you to get out of the booth, following him.

“bin” you stand next to him as he looks up at the menu but he ignores you.

“you could at least acknowledge my presence, your highness” you quip annoyedly.

“what do you want me to say, y/n?” he mutters.

“I didn’t know this would happen with him or I would’ve told you” you say, looking back at the other four talking and laughing in the booth.

“we’re not together y/n, you’ve made that very clear; if you wanna kiss lord farquaad go ahead, I’m not stopping you” he looks over to the booth as well.

“jesus christ” you huff “why are you so defensive then?”

“hi” changbin greets the barista who just came from the back “I’ll have an iced coffee to go, please” he orders.

“the world doesn’t revolve around you y/n, maybe I’m having a bad day” he answers when the barista makes his way to the coffee machines, you feel a lump from in your throat.

“yea, well thanks for making mine bad as well” you turn on your heels to join the others, hyunjin sees you coming back and scooches to make some space for you next to him.

You smile and thank him quietly when he also gives you your mug.

“everything alright?” he asks quietly, as to not disturb the others conversation.

“yea, just had to ask him some stuff” you smile at which he smiles back, turning back to the others.

After a minute changbin approaches the booth with his iced coffee “hey, I’ll run back to the studio I gotta finish that track”

“ugh, changbin I just dragged you out of there, stay for a second” lia protests and jisung nods along.

“nah, gotta get it done tonight” he shakes his head.

“alight see you later” chan nods.

“nice to meet you, man” hyunjin says, nodding at him as well.

“yea” changbin answers tight-lipped before walking out.

December

”I’m sorry, hyunjin” you frown “I’m just not ready for a relationship after what happened with my ex-“

“its alright y/n” his large hand encases yours “you don’t have to explain yourself to me”

You sigh in relief “I’m sorry I tried to rush things, it just, seemed to good to be true to find you here and everything” he says.

“but I’ll wait for you, if that’s what you want” he looks up at you.

“oh, jinnie you shouldn’t have to do that” you shake your head “I’m sure there are great girls out there who are emotionally ready to be with you”

“yea, but you’re the girl I want to be with” he says softly and your heart shatters into pieces because you’re not sure he’s the guy you want to be with.

You fight yourself through the crowd at 3rachas last performance of the year, at the same venue where you met them for the first time. Just like the time before, chan makes sure lia, hyunjin, minho and you are able to come backstage.

“I’m excited to see you perform, man” hyunjin grins at chan, patting his shoulder “your stuff was already dope back then…” they continue speaking as you enter their dressing room.

Jisung greets his boyfriend as you and lia sit down on the leather couch.

Changbin is standing in front of the mirror, fixing his hair before his eyes lock with yours through the mirror, but he just diverts them to chan who’s grabbing a beer for hyunjin and himself, you guess.

“did you have to invite him?” changbin semi-whispers to the older one, nodding at hyunjin, chan just frowns confusedly,making changbin shake his head and walk out.

You look at hyunjin who is talking to minho and jisung, and doesn’t seem to have heard changbin. So, you get up to follow him out but lia holds your wrist “y/n you cant keep running after him” she hisses.

“he cant keep treating me like im invisible, I just want to clear the air” you free your arm and walk out to see changbin almost at the end of the corridor, walking out of a heavy door which, you think leads outside.

After reaching the door you open it to find him outside, leaning against the brick wall of the building, looking down at his phone.

The cold air hits your skin and you shiver, only wearing a top and some jeans since its warm in the club.

Changbin notices you and looks up “what do you want, y/n?” he asks.

“that was real classy back there” you comment, holding your arms to your body to preserve some warmth. Changbin huffs, unfazed as he looks back at his phone “whatever, y/n”

“no, not whatever bin” you step closer to him “he asked me to date him” his head shoots up and you lock eyes, for a second they are soft in the way they look into yours but something changes and they turn mean when he speaks again.

“so? that’s a you proplem” he shrugs.

“its not a problem at all, he’s sweet and loving and cares about me but for some reason im standing here, hoping that you’ll give me a reason to not be with him” you feel your throat closing up with anger mixed with confusion when he starts chuckling.

“you’re not serious are you?” he squints and your heart drops, tears pooling at your lashline.

“of course not, I couldn’t expect someone as stubborn and- and comunicationally incompetent like you to understand anything about feelings” you turn on your heels when a teardrop rolls down your cheek.

A hand wraps itself around your wrist, making you turn back “I’ve wanted to be with you since that moment in the club where you kissed me infront of all these girls. It was always you who was stubborn y/n, you never wanted to spend anymore time with me other than fucking” he snaps at you, taking a breather to start another sentence but you cut him off.

“-then why didn’t you say anything?” you ask quietly and he looks down.

“because- fuck” he lets go of your wrist “I didn’t want to scare you away, you in my bed was better than no you at all. But then fucking prince charming appears out of no where and sweeps you off your feet-”

“but I don’t want prince charming I want you” you blurt out, tears now streaming down your face, making him take a step back as his eyes soften.

“then why didn’t you say anything?” a small smile tugs at his lips as he closes the distance between you, gently running his hands up your arms, feeling the goosebumps brought on by the cold.

You huff, looking down and watching one of your teardrops melting a tiny hole into the snow before looking back up “because I’m stubborn and comunicationally incompetent” you sniffle “and stupid apparently”

A grin spreads over changbins face as his hands cradle your cheeks, wiping your tears away with his thumbs “so, you wanna be stubborn and stupid together?” he whispers, locking eyes with you.

You press your lips together, trying to keep yourself from sobbing even more as you nod.

He chuckles softly ”you can stop crying now, baby” at which you nod beathing in shakily but smiling when he pushes some hair out of your face.

“can you kiss me now please” you sniffle whiningly, huffing in a laugh when he pulls a face.

“i dont know babe, you’re a little snotty right now-” he jokes.

“shut up” you hit him, chuckling when he pulls you even closer by your waist and gently connects his lips with yours.

A soft wind blows through your hair and you loop your arms around his neck even tighter, deepening the kiss at which he moans, holding your waist tighter to his body.

The door creaks open and “are you guys finally together?” minhos voice makes you break the kiss.

“yea” you grin when jisung comes out after his boyfriend.

“nice” he grins, nodding at you.

“yea yea nice, beautiful love whatever, hyung we’re up, lets go” jisung rambles, laughing and running back inside when changbin pretends to hit him, minho shaking his head and following him.

“you’ll watch me yea?” your boyfriend grins at you, taking your hand and planting a kiss on the back of it.

“from the front row, baby”

a/n: omg im finally done wth this took me so long yall, i started writing this sin september (which is why the fic starts in september as well lol) sorry about the winterly feelings i’m pushing onto you in the end but last week it literally snowed where i live so i was like uh?!?!?!? okay lets write some snowy shit, global warming ftw i guess....anyways i hope u liked it pls leave some feedback and/or ur favourite part ig lol i would appreciate it alot <33 (not proofred yet oopsie)

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#kpopscape #skz #stray kids smut #skz smut #stray kids #changbin #seo changbin #seo changbin smut #changbin smut #zephyr

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themoomoorn · 2 years ago

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26, 27, and 28? :o

Hoo boy

26. Who is your overall favorite character?

Probably Ignatz. On top of being one of the stronger Deer in terms of characterization, he's kind of a comfort character too - a wealthy artist and knight who glows up, geeks out on history and mythology, and is generally well-liked by most of his peers, plus he's a very fun unit to tweak with in gameplay. There's something also touching in how he's very loyal to Claude and willing to fight against the Empire if not poached and he doesn't go about it in a weird lackadaisical fashion like Hilda.

Remaining top 5 includes Balthus, Rhea, Claude, Flayn, and Dimitri.

27. Which character do you feel “meh” about?

Shamir. She's boring. She's also one of the biggest fanservice pulls and I honestly get it...because she's uncomplicated and fits certain slots that get minimal expansion (hot foreigner who isn't dark-skinned/Stoic archer who softens with certain love interests especially Male Byleth/Has pronounced sexual tension with female characters that Hopes takes advantage of/Giant booba). Tellingly, she's Toshiyuki Kusakihara's (director of Houses/Producer of Hopes) favorite character.

28. What character do you not like at all / hate?

I know it's cheating, but the most visceral reactions I've had are to five characters in particular (healthy, I know). So without further ado, the Bottom 5:

5. Monica. We all know Holst and nu-Judith and nu-Nader were GTA-style Wasted(tm), but none were Wasted(tm) as badly as Monica. This alleged "epitome" of wlw is little more than a paper-thin version of Faye from Echoes, or worse yet, a flanderization on Soleil from Fates. Monica's presence combined with the execution of Hopes' story is the final nail in the coffin for Fodlan having any shot of having a fair and balanced story. To add insult to injury, she's yet another mage on the Eagles when there are already many, and she's not even a good gameplay unit, what with a terrible personal skill and an erratic spell list.

Also, why does it look like she has permanently bugged-out eyes by default? Well, it certainly fits, doesn't it.

4. Jeritza. Double standards ahoy - when one character's tragedy and implied mental illness is portrayed fairly realistically and his arc is presented to make the player feel uncomfortable, this guy gets a melodramatic rendition of a split personality (with the DLC add-on for Houses wiping away any indication that he's just plain cruel) and is woobified and cutesy...fied, with the writing telling the player that no, you're supposed to find him tragic and cute and a kicked puppy, never mind that he's otherwise as intriguing as the sugar he eats. What could've been a nice deconstruction of the Black Knight (as in, no tragedy to be found, only a bloodthirsty, one-sided "rivalry" from an empty-hearted sociopath) is instead used to fuel the game's bizarre need for gap moe (completely failing to realize just how the idea even works) and sympathies for a decidedly unsympathetic imperialistic force.

3. Linhardt. Why Linhardt? Whereas many find his (likely neurodivergent-stemmed) sleepiness and behavior relatable, I've found him to be morally repugnant. Hopes, naturally, made it worse. He's privileged, gives no thought to his status or the ramifications of how he's able to keep up his lifestyle because of it, finds the whole tragedy of the war to be a chore that should be swept under the rug, finds discomfort in violence more in how it repulses him, and most of his apologies for his overly-analytic curiosity towards people like Lysithea and Flayn are half-assed at most, with some endings like Flayn stewing with unfortunate implications. Honestly, he's probably someone who would go along with Edelgard's conquest because of convenience (she does offer him a cushy office job that he probably doesn't deserve in their A-Support, after all), and he'd need more buttering up or state secrets to swap sides.

2. Edelgard. For anyone who's read posts and reblogs, this goes without saying. Seriously though, one goes out of their way to make an amazing idea of a setting with some great characters and then they hack it up and throw it in the dumpster the way poor Denji is at the start of Chainsaw Man for the sake of promoting this poster girl? It'd be one thing if she were just another character like Bernadetta, but she's one of the three leads and she's on the imperialistic side. We now have a spinoff where she gets away with everything and everyone else's "arcs" are varying degrees of "be nice to the Emperor and any resistance is a counter-invasion, she was hurt once and that overrides any pain you feel."

The dissonance between dev intention and the result (and certain fan reactions) is...buck wild.

Three Hopes' version of Claude. This one probably requires its own post, but somehow they mutilated him so much that I've actually become disenchanted with aspects of the canon character from Houses. But in reality, going back to dev notes from 2020, Claude was probably screwed from Day 1.

#ask #ask anon #ask meme #fe3h #few3h #ramblings #there is a rant on characters below the cut so avoid if you'd rather not read

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things-we-cant-say · 4 years ago

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pretty little liar

Pairing: Ten x Female!Reader

Summary: In order to get your annoying ex off your back, you tell a little white lie that takes an unexpected turn.

Genre: College!AU

Warnings: Smutty smut, dirty dancing

Word Count: 4,867

A/N: Unable to withstand Ten’s power any longer, I had to start writing about him…or a version of him anyway. Hope someone out there enjoys my first dip into the ~imagines~ pond. ☺️

The party was in full swing by the time you and your best friend Amy arrived, the music so loud it could be heard down the street. It was a wonder the cops hadn’t broken it up yet but hey, the night was still young. Ducking through the arched doorway with Amy hot on your heels, you let her guide you into the foyer where you both stopped to take in the scene. The place was packed with people dancing, drinking and laughing—everyone apparently having a great time. Which was perfect for you because all you wanted to do was blow off a little steam and pretend you hadn’t spent the day fantasizing about committing the perfect murder.

You enjoyed school for the most part and you enjoyed your classes, but really you couldn’t wait for it all to just be over. Two extra years and your master’s degree in linguistics was almost within your grasp. You still weren’t one hundred percent what you planned to do with it (teaching was definitely out) but either way you were ready to dive into the real world. To no longer be stressed out about exams and papers and boring ass professors that constantly seemed to have a stain on their tie.

And to get far, far away from your stupid ex, Adam.

“Uh oh you have murder face,” Amy said as she peeped around to look at you. “What’s wrong?”

You shrugged. “Just in my head I guess.”

Amy hummed. “I get it. That’s why we are here though! To get fucked up and do something we regret in the morning.”

You laughed. “Guess we’re Uber-ing home.”

She grinned and grabbed your wrist, pulling you over to a table loaded with different types of alcohol. The guy ‘tending bar’ as it were winked as you two approached. “What can I get you for?”

“Something with alcohol but where we can’t taste the alcohol!” Amy exclaimed happily. “Oh! And if you’ve got any little umbrellas I’d like one of those too.”

He did finger guns and proceeded to cook something up in two red cups, sticking in two pink umbrellas when he was done. You and Amy took your drinks and after a cursory sniff, took a sip. The tequila wasn’t as strong as with a single shot but you could still detect it just not enough to make you stop drinking. Unlike Amy you didn’t plan to get completely fucked up but you weren’t going to say no to a nice buzz.

Cups in hand you migrated onto the dance floor and fell in with everyone else, bopping to the beat and scream chatting over the loud music.

“I really needed this!” Amy yelled. “Statistics is kicking my cute little ass!”

“I know what you mean!” You shouted. “But hey! Soon we’ll be done and actual jobs will be kicking our cute little asses!”

Laughing, Amy bounced up and down, sending her blonde hair flying. “Is that why you’ve been so grumpy lately? Or is it…he who shall not be named?”

With a sigh you took a big sip of your strawberry margarita. “Yeah. He keeps fucking calling me and leaving me these stupid ass messages, apologizing and shit. I’ve blocked him but he just uses someone else’s phone.”

Amy’s eyes stretched wide. “That’s like stalker behavior! Or maybe he really is sorry for what he did.”

You snorted. “Sorry for having sex with his ex in the backseat of my car? As far as I am concerned he can take his ‘sorrys’ and shove them so far up his ass they come out his mouth as safaris!”

Amy choked a little on her drink, hitting you hard on the arm in admonishment after she stopped coughing. “I hate you! I could have died!”

Her words made you smirk. “But did you? No but for real, fuck Adam. Fuck Adam and anyone who even looks like Adam!”

“Woo!” Amy threw both hands up into the air, yelping as liquid sloshed down onto her head. “Oh shit! Drink emergency I’ll be right back!”

Before you could say anything, she turned and hurried back towards the drink table. Alone in the middle of a dancing crowd, you didn’t know whether you should slink over to a corner or just keep dancing. That last thing you wanted was some random dude trying to groove with you. Of course if you decided to hold up the wall nothing would stop some random dude from trying to hit on you either. At a bit of a loss you drained the rest of your drink and did a I don’t really know anyone two step, hoping Amy would return soon.

The tequila settled nice and warm in your stomach, making you feel more at ease. Most of the people at the party were from your school but not ones you associated with on like, a daily basis. Sure you recognized a few faces from the library or cafeteria but there was no one you’d had more than a surface conversation with.

And then your eyes landed on him. Ten.

Ten was a…different sort of person altogether. He was the kinda guy CW shows thought actually existed in college, except he was very real. And very much fucking gorgeous in that unattainable way CW shows also loved. However, that sort of did him a disservice because as far as you knew, he was just a decent guy who happened to be able to do some pretty awesome things.

For example, he was an amazing dancer. The kinda dancer that just freaking mesmerized you when he moved. Had you wondering how in the hell had he taught his body to do that shit? One minute he was in total sync with everyone else and the next he was performing his solo and blowing your mind. He’d done some show a few months ago with a friend and you’d nearly flipped out of your chair watching him work. The body rolls, the attitude, the way he’d just commanded the stage…whew. Was it possible to be a fan of someone who wasn’t famous?

Then there was his art; things he designed himself or drew from memory. Art class was essentially where you’d sorta came to be acquaintances with him. You weren’t exactly good at drawing but you liked it enough that you wanted to improve, plus it helped you de-stress after particularly hard days. Ten on the other hand excelled and just like with dancing, it was interesting to watch his process. He’d described himself as a sensory artist so he wasn’t always as concerned with the end product as the professor sometimes wanted him to be. From your eye though he’d yet to create anything that wasn’t remarkable. In fact, more than once you’d wanted to ask him to design a tattoo for you, but felt it would be kinda weird. He had no idea what you were into after all. So far your conversations with him had consisted of colors and that one time he’d asked to borrow one of your brushes.

You were pretty sure he’d sold something to an art gallery.

Anyway so Ten could dance and he could draw and he could sing and he was fluent in several languages; as far as you knew the only thing he was kind of shit at was cooking. But who hadn’t set a class kitchen on fire once or twice? Or three times…

If he were an asshole—well people would probably still crush on him—you’d count that as a major flaw and want to keep your distance. But the kicker was that he could do cool things and he was nice. Dorky even especially when it came to cute animals. Was always posting pictures of himself at the animal shelter playing with the kittens and the puppies, or just acting like an idiot with friends. Yet it was that confidence that made him seem untouchable, and also made him sexy as fuck. More than once you’d fantasized about biting his Adam’s apple.

Heh.

Shaking your head, you fanned lightly at your face with both hands. Maybe stepping outside for some fresh air would be a good idea.

“Y/N!” Amy nearly tripped over her pretty sandals in her hurry to get back to you. “Weewoo weewoo weewoo!”

“Um…”

She grabbed your shoulder. “It’s a police siren! We have a code red situation here, I repeat a code red! Adam just walked in!”

“What?” You blinked and immediately looked towards the doorway, brows narrowing when you saw she was right.

Standing there in a white t-shirt in his formerly handsome glory was your ex-boyfriend, Adam. Once upon a time you’d thought the world of him; thought he was the kinda guy you could probably marry someday. The kinda guy you’d introduced your family to. Turns out he was the kind of guy that hooked up with his ex in your car repeatedly until finally being caught in the act. Sure it had been gratifying to make him and her walk home half naked but it had done nothing to quell the pain left behind. Thankfully though your pain quickly turned to anger and now you usually focused on not murdering him when he popped up. There was a lot you could forgive but cheating was firmly in the do not cross zone. Everything you’d felt for him evaporated the moment you saw him with her.

And he’d promised he was over her. Lying piece of shit, you thought to yourself.

“What the hell is he doing here?! Does he even know anyone here?” you asked with a frown.

“I dunno!” your friend said slowly. “It’s possible, big campus and all. Do you want me to help you climb out of the bathroom window?”

“Yeah my boobs aren’t fitting through one of those skinny ass windows,” you replied wryly. “Though to be honest I’m almost willing to risk it. C’mon let’s—”

It was too late. Adam spotted you like an arrow searching for its target, eyes registering shock and then elation. He reached you in three quick strides, opening his arms for a hug that he was damned crazy to expect. “Y/N. Wow you—you look amazing. I’m so glad we ran into each other.”

You huffed. “I’m not. I told you we’re over Adam. Or does me blocking your calls not get the message across?”

He exhaled deeply. “Look I know I messed up but I’m sorry. Classes were just really tough and—and Lucy and I would reminisce about old times…”

“Do I look like I give a shit? You cheated on me and we’re over.” The lie came so easily. “Besides, I’ve moved on.”

“Yeah!” Amy poked him in the chest. “She’s moved on so suck it!”

Adam arched a brow. “You’ve moved on?” He sounded skeptical and that made your blood boil. “Since when? And with who?”

You’d once heard that Hippocrates came up with the saying drastic times call for drastic measures though it wasn’t something you’d be willing to bet money on. However, standing there with your ex eying you like he just knew you were lying brought a whole new meaning to the idiom. You would one hundred percent be damned before giving him the satisfaction of gloating.

Tequila’s kicking in…

Without missing a beat, you put a hand on your hip and motioned to Ten. “Him. I’m seeing him.”

Amy made a sound like a cat having its tail stepped on while Adam gaped at you. “What? I—no. No way. You’re totally lying. I’ve seen the people he’s dated and you’re not his type at all.”

This bitch.

Twirling on your black heels, you strolled across the room to where Ten sat in an arm chair, chatting with a few of his friends. Before you could talk yourself out of it, you straddled his lap and leaned forward to whisper in his ear. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I know this is awkward as fuck—I’m so sorry—but if you just play along I will owe you big time. I’ll give you anything. You need a kidney? You can have a kidney.”

Ten’s friends had gone mute and as you sat back to gauge his reaction—or to possibly be thrown off of him—you bit your full bottom lip. His dark eyes were watching you calculatingly, his own lips pursed together like you were a riddle he needed to solve. Up close he was utterly breathtaking, all smooth skin and silky black hair that fell artfully across his forehead. He smelled incredible.

And then he spoke.

“There you are baby,” he said wrapping an arm around your waist. “I’ve been looking for you.”

That was when you figured you owed him your first born but it was fine. “Well, you found me. Sorry to keep you waiting.”

He chuckled. “You’re worth waiting for.”

His friends still looked confused though they didn’t have time to voice their opinions. Adam stalked over seconds later like a man on a mission. “So it’s true? You and Y/N are together?”

Ten tilted his head to the side and you saw the moment the lightbulb went off for him. “Yeah we’re together.”

Adam huffed. “Since when? For how long? Where did you two meet?”

Ten smirked. “Are you taking a survey or something?” He brushed his lips across your jaw, making you shiver. “The only thing that matters is that she’s mine. Let’s dance, Y/N.”

“I would love to,” you replied with a smile. You were also grateful he’d remembered your name.

You climbed off of his lap and took his hand, sending Adam a you thought look before pulling Ten out into the thick of the crowd. Your heart was beating a mile a minute but you felt too giddy to pay much attention to it. Plus, you knew Adam was watching you like a hawk and you didn’t want to let on how nervous you actually were. If he found out you were lying he’d never leave you alone and consider you pathetic to boot. Besides the nice buzz that was finally creeping down your spine told you everything would be fine. How could it not be?

Ten’s hands settled low on your hips and he gave you a little tug, pulling your back to his chest. You fit rather perfectly with him, his chin brushing the top of your head. Picking a rhythm in the song that thumped with bass, you began to move together. You rolled your ass against him and leaned your head back to rest on his shoulder, focusing on his breath as it ghosted across your neck. A silver of light wouldn’t have been able to get between you.

Normally you wouldn’t have dared to do something like this with a near stranger but your desire to make your ex suffer was bigger than your nerves. Besides Ten appeared to be all in on the ruse; his body twisting and curving in sync with yours, fingers on his right hand sliding up between your breasts to wrap lightly on your throat. His teeth nipped at your earlobe and you gasped. Reached around to his side to clasp his shirt for an anchor. You heard him chuckle and suddenly you were spun away from him only to be reeled back in, this time face to face.

The room felt like it was two hundred degrees. You weren’t exactly wearing much—a slinky black dress with tiny ties at the hem—but even that seemed too much. Without missing a beat though you and Ten continued to grind with one another, his thigh just barely pushed between your own. Every time you swayed forward to meet him the denim of his jeans rubbed deliciously against you, sending sparks sprinting through your veins. Both of his hands were on your ass as if helping to guide you, and as you met his gaze you couldn’t help but bite your lip at what you saw there. Desire, lust, hunger—no one had ever looked at you like that before. Like they could just devour you and still not have enough of you.

It made you feel powerful.

You grinned and wrapped an arm around his neck, fingers giving his hair a little tug. He hissed and lowered his head so that he could mouth at your bare shoulder, hands squeezing your ass so hard it nearly hurt. You weren’t sure when you started to get wet—maybe it was the moment you sat on his lap or he decided to play along with your dumb stunt—but you could tell it now. Your panties were sticking to you, your skin was on fire and it was becoming difficult to think straight. Honestly however you didn’t want to think at all, especially not if it meant not being in Ten’s orbit.

“Ten,” you whispered into the skin under his jaw.

He hummed, the sound vibrating through your body. You plastered your hand to his chest and pulled it down, nails catching on the thin material of his shirt until they were brushing along the zipper on his jeans. You gave him a quick squeeze—he was hard and straining—and he cursed loudly. Between one second and the next he was dragging you down a dimly light hallway, past kissing couples and one guy passed out drunk in the doorway of someone’s room. He swung you both into the first vacant room he came to; a lavish bathroom at the very back of the house. The door was closed with a swift thump and the lock clicked shut.

You licked your lips as he crowded you back into the counter, looking down at you with a tiny smirk. That part of your brain that yammered on about bad decisions was surprisingly quiet, so you figured it was beyond okay to pull him down for a kiss. As with most of the stuff he did, Ten was a damn good kisser. His mouth was soft and warm, his tongue playful and coaxing. He kissed you like he’d been waiting to kiss you for a long time. Until it grew deep and sensual. Until you were both panting with the need for air but neither wanting to let go of the moment.

With a gasp you tilted backwards a bit, your knees suddenly weak. “Fuck me,” you said absently.

“Can I?” Ten asked, chest heaving. “Can I fuck you?”

“God yes,” you replied, already pulling your dress up until it hitched around your waist.

Ten hooked his thumbs onto the band of your pink panties and slid them down your legs, laying them next to the sink. He looked you over with that same eye he used for his art but you could tell he liked what he saw. You grabbed his hand and brought it between your legs, spreading them wider for him. Two of his fingers slipped inside of you without any resistance to find you damp and aching, already so hot for him. He started a lazy rhythm—in and out, in and out—like he was in no hurry at all. Like he wasn’t driving you crazy all the way down to the tips of your toes.

He kept his eyes locked onto yours as he touched you, lips slightly parted like he couldn’t believe this was happening. That rang true for both of you. Never in your wildest dreams did you think you’d ever really be friends with Ten, let alone about to hook up with him. It was like you’d stumbled into some alternate universe.

Bringing his free hand up to your cheek, he smoothed his thumb across your lips, pressing lightly until you let him in. You sucked his thumb into your mouth and gave it a little nip, smiling when he smirked. When he deemed it wet enough, he pressed it to your clit and you moaned, your hips stuttering upward with a will of their own. He began a firm massage, working your clit this way and that, fingers still thrusting in their maddening motion. Of course he’d be great with his hands. Of course he’d be able to play your body like a finely tuned instrument.

Pressure started to build low in your stomach. “I—I’m…”

“Turn around.” Ten took a step back and made a show of sucking his fingers into his mouth, tongue darting out to lick between them like he wanted to savor every drop.

You whimpered but did as he requested, your eyes finding his in the wide silver mirror. You watched as he unzipped his pants and pushed them along with his dark colored briefs down to the floor. You hadn’t seen him pull out a condom but he had one; ripping open the packaging with his perfectly straight teeth before rolling it onto his hard cock. It was a delicious looking thing you had to admit, long and thick with a slight curve. If you’d had the time you would have gladly went to your knees for him.

A low breath shuddered out of Ten’s lungs as he pushed inside of you, his hands gripping your waist so strongly you were bound to have a few bruises later. “Fuck, you’re tight.”

It had been a while since Adam and nobody after him until now.

When he assumed you’d adjusted to the size of him, he pulled nearly out before driving back inside of you. You moaned and pushed back to meet his thrusts, feeling the pleasure shattering through you. Your breasts bounced as he moved and he reached a hand forward, tugging down the top of your dress so that he could cup one. He rolled your nipple between his fingers and pinched, bending over you so that he could bite down onto the tender skin of your shoulder. The motion sent him even deeper and you both groaned at the feeling.

“Te—Ten,” you stammered, losing your train of thought when he rolled his hips liked he did on the dance floor. “Oh fuck! Fuck!”

The picture you made in the mirror was a very erotic one; you could see every single expression on Ten’s handsome face. The utter enjoyment he was obviously finding in fucking you was written all over it; there was nowhere for it to hide. His head was tipped back, eyes fluttering closed only to pop back open so that he could watch himself shove into you over and over again. He had you up on your tip toes, nose just an inch from the mirror itself. He was always sexy but tonight that word took on a whole new meaning.

All you could do was try to give as good as you got.

You slapped a hand onto the sink to steady yourself and clenched around him, reveling in the low whine that escaped his throat. It kinda sounded like your name.

And then he was pulling all the way out, dick bouncing as he stumbled backwards. You blinked in confusion. “Wh--what’s wrong?”

Ten ran his fingers through his hair. “C’mon. I want you to ride me.”

He sat down on the closed toilet seat lid and you straddled him without a second thought, sinking down onto his dick with a full body shudder. With your dress around your waist and your breasts jiggling in his face as you bounced up and down on his cock, he traced his tongue around your nipple before lightly biting down. You tangled your fingers in his hair and panted out his name, letting out a squeak when his palm connected with your ass for a hard slap. Planting his feet on the floor, he leaned you backwards a bit as he drove into you repeatedly, eyes watching how well your pussy took him.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured against your collarbone. “Gorgeous—you feel so good.” He bit you again, this time on the side of your neck. “So good.”

With one hand on his shoulder to brace yourself, you rose up and let yourself come down hard over and over again, feeling him pound so deep it was almost criminal. Had the music not been so loud you knew exactly what you would have heard; the sound of skin hitting skin as Ten fucked you like he owned you. Just for tonight, maybe he did.

You weren’t sure how long it went on but when you came it still managed to take you by surprise. Your body lit up like a Christmas tree from the inside out and you cried out Ten’s name, clenching around him, your nails digging into his shoulder blades. He muttered a drawn out fuuuuck and pinched your clit with this thumb and forefinger, making you jerk so hard you nearly tumbled off his lap.

“Ah! Ten!” You shouted as he kept it up. “I—no—oh god—”

Your pussy tightened around him again and he shivered, thrusts growing erratic as he came with a grunt. You trembled through a second orgasm almost in disbelief—usually the only thing that could get you off twice in a row was hidden under your bed in a shoe box.

Seconds later you flopped against him, attempting to catch your breath. He was still rolling his hips just a tiny bit, making all the too sensitive areas ping.

“Whoa,” he said breathlessly, wrapping both arms around your waist. “That was…”

You chuckled softly. “Yeah…” Chancing a look at him, you admired the way strands of his dark hair stuck to his sweaty forehead. He was glistening, shirt sticking to his chest. He smelled like hints of your perfume and you smelled like hints of his cologne. It was all so intimate.

Reluctantly you sat back and gazed at him, wondering if things were about to get awkward. But Ten just smiled and ducked his head a little, a barely there blush creeping up into his already flushed cheeks. It was so adorable you couldn’t have resisted kissing him if you tried. From the way he melted into you, he’d had the same idea.

After a few minutes of just enjoying the feel of his lips against yours, you forced yourself up off of him. Your legs shook; you had to grab the counter to keep from tripping in your heels. You could already tell you’d still feel him tomorrow and the thought made you kinda dizzy, but in a good way. Blinking at your reflection—your hair was a dark mess—you knew there was no way you’d be able to hide the love bites that adorned your skin. They stood out stark red and purple like a bruise.

Ten remained slouched on the toilet for a couple of moments before removing the condom and tossing it into the trash. He dabbed at his dick with a handful of toilet paper, and then pulled up his underwear and jeans. “So…can I ask you something?”

You fixed your dress. “Sure.”

“Who was that guy?” he inquired with a grin. “The one you obviously wanted to get away from.”

Oh shit you’d forgotten all about Adam! “Oh he—he’s my dumb ex. He jumped stupid at me and I—I wanted to show him that he’s an idiot. That I’m totally over him. I—I’m sorry for getting you involved.”

He laughed as he patted down his hair. “No complaints from my end. I think he got the message though.” Reaching behind you he handed you your panties. “Don’t wanna forget these.”

It was ridiculous to be embarrassed considering what you’d both just done, but you couldn’t help it. You took them from him and pulled them on, keeping your eyes on the ground. “Thanks… Look Ten—”

“I’m hungry,” he said interrupting you. “Have you ever had grilled dried pollack?”

“Um yeah once I think,” you replied uncertainly. “It was pretty tasty.”

Ten motioned behind him. “I know a place that makes it if you wanted to go. And…maybe afterwards we could just hang out. Talk.”

That sounded amazing. “I’d love to. But…”

He picked up on your meaning. “Y/N I sit next to you in all of our art classes. I make conversation with you for no reason. Do you really think I of all people forget my brushes? Honestly I’ve wanted to ask you out for a while but you’ve always seemed…disinterested.”

You were dumbstruck by his admission. “Me?! That’s just my face! You’re the unattainable ingénue or whatever!”

Ten chuckled, folding his arms across his chest. “Oh please the only thing standing between me and being a serious cat dad is having an apartment that allows animals. However, this conversation is pointless. You owe me and I’m collecting…if that’s okay?”

You huffed but couldn’t stop grinning. “It’s perfect.”

The walk from the bathroom to the living room had everyone staring with a few people letting out loud whistles. Adam had disappeared but Amy was there to give you a big thumbs up. You promised to call her later and then let Ten pull you outside into the warm night air, your fingers happily entwined with his.

#wayv ten #ten imagines #wayv smut #ten scenarios #ten x reader #ten smut #nct scenarios #ten oneshot #wayv imagines #woc reader #wayv ten imagines #ten lee #wayv au #nct au

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visbiscuit · 3 years ago

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VIS' DUMP ( aka some kind of Masterlist )

I definitely love me some men! No worries, there will be a lot for the ladies out there. Remember that I write with a fem!reader or fem!character in mind as I identify as a female. If you want me to write something with neutral gender or with male!reader or male!character, just ask and I will try my best. I promise you.

disclaimer. English is not my main language. If you notice any kind of mistakes, please tell me and don't be mean :). I am giving a shot at this to try and improve my written English. Thank you for paying attention and have a biscuit for your kindness!

REQUEST ARE OPEN!

NO MINORS ALLOWED. 18+.

MARVEL

MISCELLANEOUS

SERIES

let a thousand flowers bloom (ongoing series)

Floriography is a language, the language of flowers. Floriography is an art that only true artists know how to embrace. Floriography has always been a lover's best friend and the power it holds can be far greater than the one of words. When furtive glances, lips raised in embarrassed smiles, and intertwined hands aren't enough, there's always a petal to act as a messenger to two young lovers. The challenge is to understand the message and live to receive another or perish in the desire to escape it.

JAMES B. BARNES

SERIES

1. thursday's child. bucky barnes x fem!ofc (discontinued)

This is a story of a baby with no mom but three fathers. There is Steve, the gentle giant, who would throw himself under a bus for him. There is Sam, the fun parent, who thought at first they were starring in Mamma Mia! the remake. And there's Bucky, the brooding soul, who wants nothing to do with this child at all. Can you guess who the father is?

zero one two

STEVEN G. ROGERS

ONE-SHOTS

1. delicate like snowflakes steve rogers x fem!reader

Steve Rogers and the reader celebrate their anniversary during Christmas Eve. Steve can't stop thinking about how, why, and when he fell in love with her

2. black lies cheating!steve rogers x fem!reader

You try to resist him countless times until you don't anymore and this is the aftermath of having sex with your best friend's boyfriend, Steve

3. valley of desires steve rogers x intern!femreader

Steve and his love for boobs. That's it. +18

4. whistle stop thief! steve rogers x fem!reader

Steve Rogers steals from the rich and gives to the poor. He breaks into houses and tries to take as many things as he can to help his people. He always whistles while entering a house to see if someone’s inside. One day, he accidentally enters his old employer’s house and finally meets his daughter, Y/N, who doesn’t call the police but… blows his whistle. +18

RPF ( REAL PERSON FICTION )

CHRIS EVANS

25 days of CHRIS-mas (discontinued)

A collection of 25 one-shots, drabbles, and, maybe, multi-part imagines on Chris Evans' character and himself to be with you till Christmas 2021.

Wind of Change chris evans x fem!ofc (discontinued)

"I'm not brave enough to leave, but I would love for you to ask me to stay."

It takes little to make a man weak. Many would say that disappointments chip away at a person's armor or, perhaps, it is the fear of making mistakes that kills the spirit. Actually, a man's weakness is also the thing that makes him the strongest: loving someone. Chris loves Lilac like he's never loved anyone before. In her eyes he sees galaxies of futures together, in her hands, he sees his beating heart, and in her womb the idea of a family. It's not easy to love when the rest of the world dictates you shouldn't. Lilac loves Chris like a sunflower loves the sun. To her, he truly is the sun, her guide, her best friend, the one she would die for. She constantly sacrifices herself to make him happy. Sometimes, though, always thinking about the other isn't the right way to solve things. This is the story of Lilac and Chris, a compelling tale of how people are always changing... and how love, on the other hand, stays the same.

#masterlist #smut #fluff #angst #mcu #harry potter #writing #first time writing #no minors allowed #avengers #eternals #chris evans #richard madden #ben barnes #tom hiddleston #chris hemsworth

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hamliet · 4 years ago

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Chemical Weddings in RWBY

So once upon a time Hamliet said she’d write a meta about ships in RWBY, and then arrived months later without Starbucks.

The central tenet of alchemy is solve et coagula: dissolve, and then coagulate. The process (RWBY appears to be following Ripley’s 12 Gates) repeats, rinses, and repeats again and again throughout the steps, “each time at a more refined level.” The point of a chemical wedding is to reconcile opposites, which is something I touched on in my pseudo-quick meta here. Lyndy Abraham, the author of A Dictionary of Alchemical Imagery, describes the chemical wedding as:

a crucial operation in the creation of the philosopher’s stone. The alchemists were ultimately concerned with the union of substances, the reconciliation of opposites.

Basically, it unites opposites (fire and water, air and earth, sun and moon, passive and active, etc., etc., etc.) and then the opposites start to take on each other’s qualities, creating the “Rebis,” or a person both male and female.

The first chemical wedding is usually somewhat violent, primitive even, whereas the second one signifies the creation of the stone. However, characters can have more than two weddings, and chemical weddings do not inherently have to be romantic--Sam and Frodo aren’t, for example--but most often are, because it’s the most obvious way to show a union between separate people (the old adage “two become one” in marriage, for example).

If we look at George Ripley’s 12 Gates, chemical weddings tend to be focused on in the fourth stage of conjunction (which I wrote about here) and in the ninth, fermentation (which is probably going to be in volume 10--maybe a little in volume 9, but traveling between worlds seems to be a hallmark of sublimation in fiction so I’m guessing we’re stuck there for the time being). But in a lengthy series spanning eight years and counting, there is going to be overlap.

So let’s talk about chemical wedding imagery historically. It tends to involve dissolution (via water or fire--keep in mind metal was associated with fire in olden days, so stabbing with metal was considered liquid fire, or so it was believed to be by alchemists) and then coagulation (healing/coming together).

Four of the five ships--two of whom are definitely happening, one of which I think is happening and one of which I think has a good chance--reference historical alchemical artwork and symbolism in key moments. (RWBY does reference alchemical artwork; see here and here.) So let’s dive in and examine potential chemical wedding allusions in RWBY:

Lie Ren/Nora Valkyrie (Renora)

Let’s start with the most obvious couple: Ren and Nora. Their first chemical wedding occurs when they are children. In alchemical art, birds are often used to show the volatility/primitiveness of a first chemical wedding:

The raven is replicated in the Nevermore which forms a similarly threatening pose over Ren and Nora when he unlocks his semblance to protect her, thus honoring his father and mother’s legacies.

You can even see earth (trees), water (river), fire, and air (the bird flying) in the scene as it pans out. After this, Ren and Nora become “Ren and Nora,” as Nora herself says in Volume 8. They’re inseparable, because they’re on their way to becoming one. However, unification doesn’t mean that they’re literally the same person; in stories like these, it’s more like they become better versions of themselves through growing towards each other and adopting each other’s traits (like Nora’s courage for Ren, and Ren’s caution for Nora).

Their second, elevated chemical wedding is in the same place as their first, when in Volume 4 they return to the village and defeat the monster they were too young to defeat last time. This time, Nora is the one who protects Ren by telling him he could not sacrifice his life by pulling Ren back, in a reversal of his running to her in their first moment years ago.

Like the first, there’s water involved--Ren and Nora hide next to a river, watching as the Knuckelvee advances on them. I talked previously how I thought this looked like a possible allusion to this alchemical image (look at the moon symbol on the head of the aggressor):

The moon symbol actually shows up quite a bit in this scene, first when Nora and Ren discover the Nuckelvee is still alive in the cave:

And then in the moment when they defeat it:

While I am certain this is a chemical wedding, I’m not certain why the moon symbol is so prominent in this, though I do think it is possibly in reference to this image and how Nora and Ren are united now:

Yang Xiao Long/Blake Belladonna (Bumbleby)

Firstly, the alchemy image is somewhat of a creepy image, right? In this, Mercurius has united the two principles by beheading them (amputation is a Thing in alchemy), leaving them to putrefy and then coagulate.

Like the Nuckelvee for Nora and Ren, Blake and Yang have a somewhat antagonistic Mercurius who unites them: Adam Taurus. He doesn’t cut off their heads, but he does seriously injure Blake and cuts off Yang’s arm in a scene that is romantically charged (you have Blake’s possessive ex telling her he’ll target someone she loves and specifically chooses Yang).

While I have my issues with how Bumbleby is written, it’s hard to interpret that as anything other than him seeing Yang as a rival for Blake’s affection.

Their second chemical wedding also involves Adam. There’s no one direct image that seems to have inspired it, but it does take place in a place full of waterfalls (fountains and flowing water in general, like the ones in Nora and Ren’s village, are common elements of chemical weddings’ settings) and by the ocean (the “mercurial sea” is where the elements dissolve to make the Philosopher’s Stone, so it’s also a common hallmark for chemical weddings).

(To briefly address this: this is where my complaints about the writing pile in, because you can also make a damn strong case that Blake and Sun fighting on the ship to Menagerie is a chemical wedding, which it is, but I think it’s clear at this point that Bumbleby is endgame. Either both were written for a reason, like if they weren’t sure if they could do Bumbleby, or a narrative reason, in which case Black Sun should have been dealt with rather than hand-waved away, or they were just teasing, but baiting fans is never, ever good writing; it’s cheap. All that to say that while I think there’s a compelling case they were interested in pursuing Bumbleby from the start, Black Sun shippers have a right to feel tricked and not all criticism thereof is based in homophobia or a lack of narrative understanding, or even in a dislike of the ship.)

At the beginning of this scene, Adam makes it clear that this is a redo of their previous chemical wedding by reminding them of it:

Blake stabs Adam with a silver weapon; Yang with red. We have earth, air (clouds), water, and weapons as a stand-in for fire.

It’s still somewhat of a violent wedding, which makes me wonder if Bumbleby will have a third (and Renora as well). But it also parallels Renora in this: returning to a pivotal scene where they were traumatized, but this time being able to overcome it because they’ve become more like each other. Blake is in many ways Yang’s trauma stretching far beyond Beacon (Blake runs away, as does Raven, Yang’s mother who abandoned her), and likewise Yang for Blake (she’s hotheaded and holds grudges, like Adam). But Blake and Yang have been working on becoming better versions of themselves.

At the end of this scene, they even exchange quasi-wedding vows (since Blake’s promise is to not abandon Yang):

And the artists drive home the point by drawing Blake’s hair far bushier than normal (more like Yang’s), and Yang’s far tamer than normal (like Blake’s).

Jaune Arc/Weiss Schnee (White Knight)

Weiss and Jaune have had one chemical wedding thus far (possibly two but not sure) and I didn’t ship them at all until I saw this scene. Like Bumbleby and Renora, they have an antagonistic Mercurius: Cinder.

(This one I’ll be arguing a little bit about why I think it’s set up for romance as well.)

In this scene, Cinder directly compares Weiss to Pyrrha in regards to how Jaune feels about them (and we know Jaune and Pyrrha were romantic--you can also argue Cinder was an antagonistic Mercurius uniting Pyrrha and Jaune).

When Weiss screams, Cinder gets an idea and slides her gaze from Weiss to Jaune.

And then reenacts this:

As I also mentioned previously, Jaune then plays the role of the Prince to Weiss’s Snow White (which is an alchemical fairy tale). Like when Ren unlocks his aura to protect Nora, Jaune unlocks his to save Weiss. Weiss looks as if she is in a glass coffin that gets more and more golden, symbolic of refinement.

It’s also probably an allusion to this image of a chemical wedding presided over by Saturn (Mercury in this scene, since he’s there) and Death (Ruby and Qrow, who are also present in the scene with Jaune and Weiss). (For more on this image, see here.)

Weiss and Jaune also have some oppositional imagery and arcs: Weiss starts Beacon with a deep family legacy and an inherited semblance, she chooses to go to Beacon on her own and is the favored child (at first). Jaune too has a family legacy of warriors, but instead of feeling empowered because of this, he is insecure and literally cheats his way into the school. He doesn’t have a semblance until season 5. After this incident, Weiss and Jaune spend some time recreationally together (seeing a movie in vol 7); Jaune becomes more confident as a leader, and Weiss continues her arc in becoming more sympathetic to those from less privileged backgrounds.

Arguably, what happened at the end of volume 8 could be seen as having some symbolism of a chemical wedding for Weiss and Jaune too, but I don’t think it actually is one since they weren’t focused on as characters enough (if this was intended to be the start of one, we’ll get something next season, I’d imagine). The only reason I’m mentioning it is because it does function as an inverse of the previous one, which is the case for Renora and Bumbleby’s first and second weddings too. Cinder again almost kills Weiss (she falls in the exact same position as in vol 5), but Jaune saves Weiss when he screams after killing Penny. Instead of saving Weiss by healing, he kills. There’s also some distinctive red and white imagery.

And then Winter arrives with a six-pointed star and birds before telling them to run together:

But again, I wouldn’t really call this one; it just has some imagery of one and fits a pattern, so I’m including it as a potential lead-in to an actual one in the void or later.

Ruby Rose/Oscar Pine (Rosegarden)

Like with Weiss/Jaune, I’ll be arguing a little bit about why I think this one is likely to end up romantic, too (for example, Cinder most recently in volume 8 used Oscar to taunt Ruby in a callback to using Pyrrha and Weiss to taunt Jaune).

Also: oh look, finally a wedding that isn’t violent. They just... meet. Which is also normal for a chemical wedding but less dramatic.

Behold, the bird uniting the solar king and lunar queen:

(Fun fact: unless CRWBY came up with ship names which I highly, highly doubt, this is pure coincidence, but it’s a funny one: the art series this image is taken from is called Rosarium Philosophorum--which literally means “rose garden philosophy.”)

Let’s look at the scene where Ruby and Oscar meet for the first time. What makes this a chemical wedding is in part how obvious their markings are and the overall imagery is in the scene.

They are united by Qrow (who in addition to being named after a bird can literally transform into a bird):

Oscar asks about Ruby specifically (yes, I know because Qrow’s her uncle, but the writing is telling us to focus on his relationship with her):

And immediately notes/is in awe that she has silver eyes (i.e. the moon):

Qrow seems to realize he’s done something momentous in a way that almost doesn’t entirely work within the frame of the narrative (but he is drunk, so).

The scenery of this room is also telling. The table is literally an Emerald Table, the legendary foundation of alchemy itself.

Once they sit and talk, behind Oscar are the elements of earth and water, which he represents, and also the moon, which while traditionally associated with earth and water, he does not (at least not as strongly as he’s associated with the sun/gold):

Similarly, behind Ruby we have the elements of fire and air (like, if you zoom in, they actually drew air), which she is marked as, and the sun, which again, she’s not as strongly associated with as she is with the moon:

In Splendor Solis, which CRWBY has referenced before, the Solar King does eventually end up grounded in the moon, and likewise the Lunar Queen in the sun:

Oscar and Ruby also do have oppositional arcs and roles: Ruby starts the series in the very first episode by being invited to Beacon two years early because of her leaping into action to stop Torchwick. She’s scolded for her recklessness, but immediately picked out as special because of her silver eyes. In contrast, Oscar is reluctant to leave his farm once Ozpin inhabits him; he refuses at first, and then once he does leave, is nervous and timid.

Anyways I wouldn’t be surprised if Qrow arrives in Vacuo with RWBYJ in tow and this time reunites Ruby with Oscar in an inverse. We’ll see.

I do want to say that I also see potential for Emerald Sustrai/Mercury Black, in that they often act as one and share a theme song, but I haven’t seen any actual visual references to a chemical wedding for them... yet.

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