#yoonho fluff

[mileyjassie]

"𝖂𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝕬𝖈𝖈𝖊𝖕𝖙 𝕸𝖊?"

Pairing: Ayno (VAV) x reader

Genre: Suggestive (but pretty romantic tho)

Word Count: 4K

Synopsis: You're afraid of start loving someone you know nothing about, but he will show you that he's not that different from you. Remembering that English is not my mother language so sorry for any mistakes

You shouldn't be there, you didn't like it, you didn't like the place and didn't like the people.

It would be normal to see yourself in your house looking at the mirror before going to sleep and then going to bed, but by coincidence you decided to go, and by coincidence you saw him that night. You would not speak to someone like him, you would not approach for personal reasons but not by prejudgement. But by coincidence, that time, that one time, you sat with him, and he sat with you. It was an exception, just that one time.

He was different, he was really different from you. Curiosity could soon be discovered in your watchful eyes. His dark hair hid the sight of his eyes, but by the pool of that house sometimes when the lights danced above you, you could see a spot of light hidden in his well-designed eyes. The way he looked at you was different from the way others looked at him.

He had seen something in you, something that seemed clear. But you couldn't understand what was holding you to that person. What drew you so much attention? His appearance was already peculiar, it was already something to become personal, so you knew it was not his appearance that got you sitting next to him for so long.

— Did I get your attention? ... — He asked quietly, discreetly, even if the party around didn't ask for it. You almost saw a nice smile come out of the corner of his mouth, but it didn't happen anyway. — It usually happens ... did I scare you? ...

— You didn't scare me, I don't think you're scary ... You look like that because you like it more, it doesn't scare me.

He remained silent and calm, moving minimally for any gesture. It would be a risky bet to characterize him as shy, but you kept thinking it was, for you it was a good guess that maybe some others would not agree.

— What caught your attention about me? ... — He asked in the same tone, but you couldn't look at him for much, the lights were dim, he could hide his gaze, but he didn't feel like he was doing it.

— I'm trying to find out ...

He nodded slightly, without complications. It seemed unhurried, as if the night was long enough to pass the time there.

— Are you curious?

You watched him a little, stating.

— I'm a little curious about you ...

— If I let you get close to me, would you like to know about me? ... — His voice came out more firmly, a direct question that stuck in your mind. His voice echoed a little more, making you a little lazy, you ended up answering low after.

— I'm not sure I know how to do this ...

His hands slid on the floor, pulling himself a bit closer.

— Do what?

— To be close someone ... — You said shyly but loud enough, so he wouldn't notice your traces of shyness. — I don't know much about it ...

His head dipped a little, paying attention to the movements of your mouth to help to understand a little against the beats that echoed in the speakers scattered around the party.

— You shouldn't be here ... isn't?

You didn't answer, but waited him to continue.

— You don't need to feel alone ... I shouldn't be sitting here either ... — He fell his head, his bangs danced without losing every gesture he made, it seemed to be all on purpose, but when you saw his eyes exposed, you realized he was purer than you thought he would be.

This boy was so soft that his clothes seemed to lose all of his real meanings.

The darkness was so comforting that the surrounding light began to bother you. However, it continued to slide to where you were in the same order as always, and you ended up regretting your thoughts every time his face brightened and you could memorize all the exposed features of his face.

Then he smiled.

When that happened, you forgot that you could be far away. When his smile appeared, that person you would like to see far from you ended up mesmerizing you and making you fall into his charms.

Was he an angel? Was he so beautiful all this time? ... Why did you think to keep him away from you?

For you, an angel wouldn't have black, peeled nails like he did. An angel would not have tattoos on his hands showing the boldness of a mysterious young man as he showed himself to be. He wouldn't wear black clothes or piercings, nor would he have dark, intense eyes like the ones he had.

You were silent, looking at the brilliant water of the pool, only adorned by a light blue sky.

— Among all these people, you are here with me, even scared ... That's cool ... I would like to be talking to you if we were not anyway... — He said between pauses, quietly, sometimes pressing his lips, but you didn't know well what it meant. — Thanks for staying with me.

— I'm not scared. — You said it again.

His attention turned towards you, looking at your form from the corner of his eyes.

— Come with me...

You bent your head, so he stood up extending his hand to you.

— Would you accept me?

You took his hand and he helped you to stand up, not letting go to hear your answer closer.

— Come with me ... — He lowered his head to speak close to your cheek.

— Where would you take me? ...

— Not far. I don't want to do anything different, don't think too much, just look around ...

You looked around, seeing young people having fun with each other everywhere, some groups, some friends, some couples.

His face turned back to yours, but he didn't do anything, he stayed that way.

— I want to stay with you tonight. — He murmured, his sweet voice preventing my desire to look anywhere else. — So come with me.

He held your fingers, pulling you slowly just to allow time enough to you deny it, but that didn't happen anyway. You followed him, paying attention to his face, extremely curious.

Habits that you had never made, decisions that you never would have made, you ended up forgetting these things. No, you haven't forgotten them, you just left them aside.

It was just a distant wall, where the lights didn't shine, where there were no eyes. There was nothing different, and it was there that he touched you, hiding you with his body.

The night was cold, but your hands were warm enough with the situation you was in. Your cheeks were flushed with his eyes meeting yours.

He didn't touch you at first, he just got a little closer, lifting his hands up to your neck, sliding his cold fingers through the strands of your hair, resting on the back of your neck.

You held his clothes in your hands, without strength, but it brought him closer. His head lay down until it reached your face, his bangs brushing against your skin.

You closed your eyes, which were already a little heavy, feeling his lips pressed against your cheek, going to the other one leaving one same kiss there. You opened your eyes, a little impressed by it, receiving a friendly smile from him. Then you felt a tender squeeze on the back of the neck, feeling his lips on your forehead.

His eyes met yours again, but this time his smile remained there, a little lighter, but there.

— I will ask the question again ... Answer me in good tone ... — He slid his thumbs around your neck, like a harmless caress, but the cold rings he wore send you shivers in a matter of seconds through your body. — Would you stay with me tonight? ...

You held his wrists, feeling the thick texture of his clothing.

— There would be no denying ...

— Just tell me again ... in the right way ... — He brushed his nose over yours, not getting any closer.

— I want you to stay with me, so please stay with me tonight ...

He confirmed with satisfaction, letting out a smile again at one time or another as he smoothed his hands around your neck.

— It's gonna be a pleasant evening ... — He murmured, closing his lips to rest them on yours silently.

[...]

You stared at him while he stopped in front of you with a confused expression.

— What makes you think so deeply that I'm different from you?

You didn't know how to answer.

— Why can't you accept me?

— I can't just trust you that much.

He looked upset but not hurt by what you said.

— I know you wouldn't have done this with anyone, I know that, don't think these things ... — He seemed to try to explain himself, even without needing to, he was attentive and careful and he still tried to avoid misunderstandings even when you offended him. — I know you wouldn't kiss anyone else like you kissed me ...

You avoided his eyes quickly when felt the embarrassment restraining your movements.

— It's so hard to think that it was the same to me? ... That I happened to make an exception just that time? ... Why it is different only for you?

You bit your lip, you didn't want to offend him, but you couldn't defend your thoughts without doing so.

He frowned, this time breaking your heart with the disappointment draining from his eyes.

— Can't you really accept me?

— I-It's not that way.

He was silent, watching you briefly before leaving without saying goodbye.

— I thought you wouldn't regret it.

You saw him leaving and don't looking back, you feeling a certain lack of his presence.

[...]

Everything was dark, it was late, everything was silent, so you was afraid before you saw him.

— Why were you walking around alone? It's so late, you know it's dangerous ... Don't scare me like that ... — You said a little low and sleepy, seeing him so late at night had scared you, without any warning of his arrival.

— I wanted to visit you, I wanted to see you ... despite that, I feel sorry for bothering you, I'm sorry for not thinking twice ...

— I can't imagine what you would like to talk to me at a time like this ...

The murmurs stopped slowly, an awkwardness being built in the air as only breaths could be heard.

He was looking good, he should have stayed on the street until that moment, strolling around. You could feel the perfume exhaling from the boy from where you were, you tried not to get closer the boy to feel more of his fragrance.

His mouth opened for a moment, it quickly caught your attention, then he proceeded in whispers.

— If you want me around ... Why don't you have the courage to tell me? ...

You were quiet, organizing the thoughts that flew in search of answers. He didn't wait for you even if he still didn't hear anything from your mouth.

— If you had called me ... said you wanted me with you, I would have come after you without doubt... — He approached, enough so that you could see his eyes. — Am I still the problem? ...

You pressed your fingers together, don't wanting to answer him directly.

— Did you ... have you been drinking before you came here? ...

He closed his eyes, patiently denying.

— I just came ...

You noticed his melancholic tone, a little discouraged, so you decided to leave the insecurities aside to actually talk to the boy in front of you.

— Yoonho ...

When you said his name out loud, you felt something different when you heard it leave your own mouth. His eyes lifted towards you quickly, attentive and intense, it seemed to be something intimate to hear his name coming from you.

— I don't think you're the problem because ... — I pressed my lips together. — Because I think you're beautiful ... You're ... more beautiful than I thought you were ...

He listened without moving a single finger, but his expression softened when he heard that statement.

— I didn't want to hurt you, nor make you think that I regret having stayed with you at that party ... — You commented low, trying to find any sign under that long, smooth bangs if his.

— So ... — He interrupted you, curious but subtle, he always knew how to stay in his place, like a good boy. — What is holding you back? ... What could prevent you from approaching me? ... Fear?

You sighed.

— I told you before that fear is not what I feel for you.

— Not that fear. — He took two steps forward, still keeping some distance. — Fear of me being different ...

You remained silent, receiving those words with emphasis echoing in you thoughts. Then you realized that you was a little surprised to hear the truth coming out of his mouth.

He didn't expect an answer from you. He looked at the floor, smoothing his hands between his fingers, catching your attention to his tattoos and rings.

His hands seemed to be soft, his fingers were long and his nails were cut perfectly, but they seemed to have been painted for a long time ago, due to the peeling nail polish.

His hand moved up his arm timidly, landing on the curve of his neck, gently pulling the ends of his hair behind his ear.

His piercings were finally seen, your attention being especially on the earrings that occupied the pinky skin of his ear.

He knew you was paying attention on him. He wanted this, he wanted to see how you were watching him. How you admired him.

You closed your lips and opened it a few times, unable to make the sound in your throat come out on the first try.

— You...

His gaze lifted quickly, but remained in the same position, crossing his other arm in his body to hold his waist, as if he were hugging himself because of the cold.

— Do you want to spend the night here?

He remained silent, letting his hand on his neck fall on his shoulder.

— Are you inviting me to stay? ... — His voice came out light and hopeful, only that was able to make your body tense.

— Yes. I prefer you to stay. Sleep here tonight.

— Are you sure?...

You agreed, stepping away from the couch a little.

— You can sleep here, it is safer for you wait the day to come.

— Thanks for worrying about me ... — He smiled with his mouth closed, looking away.

You agreed, going to the bedroom to get a sheet for him.

You took a thick, soft sheet, hoping to please the boy with dark clothes. When you returned to the room only lit by the light outside the balcony, you saw the boy already barefoot and sitting on the sofa, hugging his legs with his back on the arm of the sofa, looking to the side, perhaps nowhere in particular.

You approached the sofa slowly, but the boy didn't look at you, he lowered his head, hiding his face on his knees.

You waited standing, silent, until you felt the corage to sit in front of him.

You left the sheet aside.

— You're sad?...

He raised his head, laying in his arms, looking at the floor. He slightly denied it.

— If I spend the night here ... Will you remember me tomorrow? ... — He lifted his head, resting his chin on his arms. — Or will you just remember what I was wearing? ... What others will think ...

You looked down, shaking your head.

— There is no way to forget you ...

He smiled weakly, lowering his head a little. Upon hearing it, you soon searched for his face when you raised your head, not being able to see his face because of the dark and his long hair.

He dropped his head when he noticed.

— What are you looking for? ... — That soft voice appeared again, and that shiver circulated through your body.

— Your eyes. I can't see them ... — You said in the same tone, still analyzing him.

Gradually his hands slid down his legs, making a path to your hands that shaked a little with the unexpected touch.

— If you can't see my eyes ...

He took them to his face, making your fingers run through his skin and the root of his hair, combing the silky, soft strands of his locks back.

— It's because you don't want to.

You could see his face perfectly, his forehead, his eyebrows and his well-formed and open, dark and shiny eyes that were watching you deeply.

After that moment of silent observation he placed your hands on his knees, slowly putting his hands to the sides of your face, bringing you closer.

— Listen to me...

He commented in whispers, running his fingers in small, simple lines across your face and neck.

— I would undress myself for you ...

Such a comment made your fingers hold on his knees, scratching the fabric of his pants.

— Everything in my body. — He said without stuttering, he seemed convinced of it. — Just for you.

You was paralyzed, even so, he didn't expect an answer yet.

— If you wanted, I would take it all out ... — He looked at his clothes, you ended up looking together, following his gaze anywhere. — I would take off each piercing and ring ... one by one, each piece of clothing ... until nothing is left.

You felt your face heat up intensely, his fingers remained cold on your skin, sometimes curling up in your hair.

— If you asked me to, I would do it for you ...

His whispers remained soft, as if they were little secrets made only to you to hear.

— Now? ... Would you do that now? ...

He nodded slowly, looking at the pieces of your face, pulling you close from the back of the neck, his scent becoming more and more irresistible.

— I would throw all those pieces away ... Just so you could finally see me for real ...

— Ayno ... — You murmured. His eyes closed for a moment. — Would you do that now for me? Would you let me see you? ...

His hands expanded, holding the back of your head into your hair to join your lips to his. You grabbed his knees, accepting his kiss willingly, feeling his warm breath against your cheek.

His kiss lasted for a while, barely pulling his lips away to bring them back to yours, making you feel the contrast of his warm lips and the little could piercing pressed against your lower lip.

His lips moistened yours for a long, silent time, but he did not deepen in the kiss. He pulled away, leaving the tip of his nose to brush yours.

— Don't waste a second ... — He took his hands out of your hair, taking them to his ear, removing an earring. — Look at me...

Then he took off one after the other, without haste, until his ears were bare.

He looked at you a little.

— Do you want to do this for me? ...

You confirmed slowly, he brought his face closer, lifting his chin a little, then opening slightly his mouth.

He watched you remove the piercing from his lip, tilting his head a bit to the side when you did, looking into your eyes temporarily.

— What do you think? ... — He asked quietly, waiting for your approval.

You watched his features, making him hold his piercing with the other earrings to slide your hands under his hair, finding his warm ears hidden by the long dark locks.

You smiled.

— You look like an angel.

His eyes widened and his eyebrows shot up a little. He opened his mouth, but said nothing, ducking his head a little, but not so far as to be away from you.

You looked at him confused, sliding your fingers through his hair, combing them behind his head and ears. His eyes fluttered and then softened after the affection.

His cheeks turned red. His eyes closed and his eyebrows rose slightly. His fingers surrounded your wrist and his rings gave you a small thermal shock again.

— An angel? ... — He sighed, laying his face on the palm of your hand, making you melt with the gesture.

You stroked his cheek with your thumb, enjoying the feel of his fingers around your wrist.

— Yes ... the purest ...

His other hand ran backwards, leaving his piercings beside the small lamp without having to leave your hands, then bringing it back to hold your other wrist while you stroked his hair over the head.

He continued to feel it, opening his eyes when he felt the proximity of your face. You sealed your lips to his, this time only feeling heat from him.

Without separating from the kiss you let go of his fingers to hold one of his hands, sliding your nails across his skin until you removed the first ring, repeating this with the others.

You sucked on his lips, hearing a sigh.

His hands remained still in the air, even though you had already removed all his accessories.

You pulled away from his mouth, he stared at your face, looking for something that not even he seemed to know what.

You looked at his necklaces, he straightened up, hurrying.

— I will help you. — He commented a little more shy, bringing his bare hands to the back of his neck, but you wanted to be part of it anyway, approaching his neck to remove his necklaces on your own, his hands stopped automatically, waiting for you to finish.

You removed them, joining them with the rings and putting them next to the piercings behind him, next to the unlit lamp.

His breath hit your neck as you slowly came back. His body had laid down a little so that you could take his accessories to the others, but his knees remained glued to his body.

His torso was slightly curved, so that he could lay his head on the arm of the sofa where he was leaning before. You leaned, giving him space to stretch his legs more between yours, so that he could go down a little more and feel comfortable.

He lifted up with his elbows, searching for the proximity of your face again.

— Are you going to do this 'till the end? ... — he murmured quietly, enough to create a more intimate atmosphere.

You sat on his hip, trying to take his coat off his shoulders, realizing this he soon sat down, making the job easier, staying only with a sweater.

— You want me to do?...

He stated with some slight nods, caressing your cheek with his.

— I will ... but before that — You held his hands, kissing his hand's backs, paying attention to their tattoos. — I need to worship you a little more ...

His eyes followed his hands, watching each of his fingers being kissed and caressed, then you noticed that until then his hands which were so cold now were as hot as ever.

— Do you ... l-like my tattoos? ...

You stated with a murmur, continuing with the kisses.

— You are telling the truth?

You smoothed his nails with your fingertips, looking at his face after the question.

— I am.

— It's not a problem anymore? ...

— It was never a problem, Ayno ...

A smile escaped the corner of his lips, a sheepish smile.

— I'm feeling good ... — He held your fingers, squeezing your hand gently.

— Are you? ... — You asked, he confirmed.

— Because you're seeing me exactly the way I wanted you to do...

You met his attentive gaze, smiling along with his relieved expression.

— As you said ... I just didn't see you, because I didn't want to ... The problem was with me, after all.

He shook his head, lowering his face to yours, to kiss your mouth.

— It's nobody's fault, baby. — He raised his hand to the side of your face, drawing with his fingers up to your jaw. — You just need to trust me. — He lowered himself again to your face, meeting your lips again.

You let go of his hand, taking both of yours to his hair, pleasing him in the strands of his locks, listening to a contented sigh coming out of his throat.

One of his hands came to grab your neck, while the other landed on your back. His tongue moistened your lips, asking for passage to deepen the kiss, letting out a little whimper and making you both weak by the first intimate contact. You pulled his hair lightly with your hands, hearing another pleasant sound coming out of his throat.

You grabbed the hem of his sweater, just holding it for a moment, noticing the boy shivering all over.

You separated the kiss for a moment, letting one last peck before running your hands along the sides of his torso, sliding up in his thin waist until he removed the piece from his body.

You hugged his waist, sliding your fingers down his back, leaving some small kisses on his shoulder until the curve of his neck.

His head fell to the other side, giving full access to his neck, you took the opportunity to smell him, closing your eyes, almost bewitched.

His hands slid down your arms, kissing the area below your lobe, kissing your jaw, cheek and forehead.

You smiled when you felt his lips on your forehead and temple, keeping your eyes closed.

— Hm, yeah ... I missed that ...

— You did? — His voice came out lower, but he still smiled. You agreed, he continued. — You can have as much of it as you want ... — He kissed my head once again, hugging my neck.

You looked to the side, meeting his face, receiving another kiss.

— Do you accept me? ... — He murmured with his lips still near yours, giving some pecks.

You returned his gestures, removing the fringe from above his eyes, looking at him for a few seconds.

— I accept you. The way you are.

[excindrela]

12 Days of Demon Ayno - Day 12 (18+)

Supernatural AU

Pairing: demon! Ayno (Noh YoonHo) VAV / Female reader

Genre: Fluff / Smut

Warnings: Cussing, alcohol consumption, unprotected sex (be safe!)

Word Count: 2752

AU: Ok. TMI: I suffer from depression which means that I either can’t stop writing, or can’t make myself write...which is why it takes me forever. And sometimes I have writing ADD (well, I have that too...) and I can write 100 words on 5 different things, but not 500 words on one thing. I’m so sorry. Really. 

This should have been done in Dec of 19. It was finished in June of 20. I’m not sure anyone is still reading this. Is anyone here? If so, and you want me to keep going, send me a message. You can send anon. If you’re still here, thank you. Really- thank you.

Demon Ayno: Summoned, Thanksgiving, 12 Days: Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7 | Day 8 | Day 9 | Day 10 | Day 11| Day 12 | NYE | Lunar New Year

On the 12th Day of Christmas: You & Ayno Brought Each Other Joy

The week leading up to Christmas had been bliss. With the exception of a few social obligations, you’d had absolutely nothing planned- leading you to spend your days in pajamas and lazing around on the couch and in bed with Ayno. It was just like when he had arrived in October- not having to be around anyone else or pretend to be human had allowed him to revert to bad-boy demon mode and it had pretty much turned into an eight day fuck fest. It had been a whole week of pure indulgence- the words “no” and “stop” never fell from your lips, but you had uttered plenty of “yes”, “more” and “don’t stop”. It was a good thing you didn’t have to go back to work until after New Year’s Day and it was turtleneck season, because your neck was a patchwork of purples and magenta, and your inner thighs were bruised beyond belief…you felt like you existed in a permanently blissed out state.

It wasn’t the only thing you did: You braved the cold to go see White Christmas on the big screen, and again to go to the Christmas carol sing-along at the college. You had been suckered into attending a cookie exchange, and although baking was still a disaster for him, Ayno cheerfully made the dough but left the actual baking of the cookies to you…and you left the eating of the cookies you brought back home to him.

Your favorite thing by far was all the moments when you just cuddled and enjoyed each other’s company in comfortable silence; or the opposite when you talked endlessly to each other about everything. But either way, you were always wrapped in Ayno’s arms- often snuggled against his chest, breathing in the spicy earthy smell that was uniquely his.

You passed on going to your mom’s house for Christmas Eve- you were unwilling to leave Ayno at home, but you weren’t sure they were all ready for each other after the Thanksgiving fiasco. Instead you opted to spend the afternoon in the kitchen with him, drinking wine and cooking dinner, stealing kisses, and laughing uncontrollably as he would break out into random dances to Christmas carols on the radio.

The two of you went through a whole bottle of wine while you cooked plus another entire bottle of wine at dinner, and it caught up to you around 10 as you were laying on top of Ayno, who was gently rubbing your back as you watched “While You Were Sleeping”. Your eyes grew heavy, and you felt Ayno pick you up and carry you to bed. He climbed in and spooned up behind you, placing soft kisses on the back of your neck, and wrapping his strong arms around you.

*          *          *

It was a little before two when you woke up cold and alone. You slipped out from between the covers and wrapping the throw blanket at the end of the bed around your shoulders, went in search of your demon and his unnatural body heat.

You found him- sitting on a blanket on the living room floor, knees pulled to his chest and his chin resting on them, gazing up at his beautiful glowing Christmas tree.

“Ayno? You ok?” you asked softly. He unfolded himself and opened his arms, beckoning to you with his hands. You went straight to him, letting him wrap his arms around you and pull you to lay on the floor with him. “Did I wake you?”, he asked as he placed a kiss on your forehead, “I was trying to be quiet.”

“No. I was just cold…and I missed you being next to me. I know the not needing sleep thing makes it boring just laying there.”

“I do not mind. I like looking at you when you sleep. You are so beautiful and peaceful. Sometimes I talk to you…”

“I’ve never heard you…”

He smiled and spoke in barely a whisper “I am very quiet. And I speak in my language so it will seem like background noise to you.”

You giggled, “What do you say? Are you telling me demon bedtime stories?”

He laughed lightly, “I do not think we have those…our stories are not the kind of thing that helps people sleep.”

“I don’t know…you seem to help me sleep…”

Ayno smiled and gave a slight laugh “That is not because I am telling you soothing stories, it is because I wear you out…” he said as he brought his lips to yours.

His kisses were achingly soft as he lifted you and slipped your shirt off over your head. You felt the cold sting your nipples to rigid attention. Ayno cupped your breast and let his thumb graze lightly over the bud as he lowered you back down to the blanket. His hands traveled down your sides and waist until he hooked his fingers into the waist of your pajama shorts and underwear so he could pull them off as he continued down your legs to your feet. He reached down and slowly ran his hands from thigh to ankle, and cupping your heel he brought your foot to his lips, delicately kissing the ball, arch and heel before bringing his lips to your ankle bone and beginning to leave a trail of kisses along your calf, the back of your knee, and up your inner thigh. You could feel his hands running soothingly up and down the outside of your leg as he went. You giggled as he nipped gently at your inner thighs “Mmm what are you doing No?” He smiled against your skin. “I am memorizing you. So even if I spent a thousand years in the circles of hell, I would still know every line and every curve.” He skipped over the place you most wanted him to touch and instead went straight to your other inner thigh kissing and nipping and working his way back down to your foot just as he had on the other side. After he had kissed each of your toes gently from biggest to smallest, he leveraged himself over you, and starting at your hip bone begin placing kisses in an arc just above your pubic bone before stroking his cheeks on your stomach, and ghosting kisses around your belly button. You ran your fingers into his hair, thumbs brushing over his temples and cheekbones as you breathed soft sighs of contentment. While you kept wanting Ayno to rough you up a little bit now and then, there was no denying that when he loved you gently you melted under his touch. His lips continued to explore your skin as he worked his way up your body, leaving gentle touches in the valley between your breasts, and then gently circling your mounds until he placed his hot mouth over your cold nipples, swirling his tongue and sucking. He ran his hands from your hips up your sides and breasts over your shoulders and down your arms until he reached your hands, threading his fingers between yours, and lifting your hands over your head. Ayno lowered his body and positioned himself at your entrance while still gently kissing your face and neck. He pushed himself inside at a slow steady pace, until he filled you completely. He stayed there, his body was flush with yours, creating as much skin on skin contact as possible. He pressed his cheek to yours as he continued kissing and sucking your neck and earlobe as he gently thrust into you at a steady pace. You closed your eyes, focusing on the incredible feeling of his weight on you, all over you, moving inside you. Wishing there was a way to get even closer, you wrapped your legs around his hips. Ayno lifted his head and kissed you passionately. He stayed close, nuzzling your nose with his, and lips still brushing yours and leaving fleeting kisses. When you opened your eyes to look at him, the tender look in his eyes caused your breath hitch. He looked deeply into your eyes with that soul penetrating gaze he had. “Thank you for keeping me. In all my years, nothing compares to these last weeks. Nothing even comes close.”   His words left you speechless, so you squeezed his hands and brought your mouth to his, hoping you could convey your emotions in the kiss. You felt his thrusts gaining speed and getting more intense. The familiar heat began to build in your belly, your toes tingled, stars appeared in your vision and you keened softly when Ayno hit the spot that made your legs start shaking and your whole-body jolt.  Your walls tightened around him as he took you over the edge. He slowed his pace, his hands squeezing yours tightly until he thrust into you one last time. He laid there and kissed you tenderly as his body softened and he could slide out of you without overstimulating you. 

 You had no idea how long you just laid there in each other’s arms just nuzzling and kissing, but Ayno’s bond with you told him you needed some after care. He wrapped you in your blanket before he padded off to the kitchen. He returned a few moments later, pajamas having magically reappeared on his body, with ice water and snacks- which he promptly began feeding you.

 “Do you want your present now?”, he asked, looking over at the tree, barely able to contain his excitement.

“It’s not Christmas yet!”, you laughed.

He pointed at the clock. “It is three hours past midnight. It is Christmas Day.”

Technically he was right, and he looked so hopeful.

“Ok,ok! Do you want yours?”

“I get a present too?”

“Of course you get a present! Did you really think I wouldn’t get you something?”, you said with mock offense.

He grinned. “Never got a present before! ...never celebrated Christmas before either. I did not really expect anything...already have you, so I consider myself spoiled anyway.”

If any other person had ever said that to you, you would have considered it the cheesiest fake line ever...but you knew Ayno meant it with utter sincerity.

He reached under the tree and pulled out a brown cardboard gift box

“You first!”, he said excitedly. “If you do not like it, tell me and I will fix it.” He seemed a little nervous. What kind of presents did demons give exactly? You undid the bow and cautiously opened the lid. You parted the tissue paper and pulled out a long, wide scarf that had been knit in an intricate open pattern out of soft cloud-like yarn in the most luscious color you had ever seen. “Do you like it?” he asked as he took it from you and began to drape it around your neck.

“Ayno, this is beautiful! …it’s so soft! …and the color is amazing…where did you get this?”

Ayno smiled shyly, “I made it for you.”

You sat staring at him with your mouth hanging open. “You made it???”

“Mmm-hmm. There is a shop downtown called “Knitch”. It is populated mostly with women who are nearer to death than not. They practice the old arts by using sticks and hooks to make things from fibers. I liked watching them. They noticed my interest, so they showed me how to do it…apparently I am clever with my hands. Do…do you like it?”

“I love it. It’s beautiful. I’ve never had someone make me a gift… I had no idea you could do this. I don’t ever want to take it off.”

He smiled proudly. “Now I will know you are warm when I am not with you. It is made from the hair of an alpaca and an angora rabbit, so we will have to clean it carefully.” He paused as he fluffed and adjusted it around your neck. “I am so relieved it pleases you…I was afraid you would not like it.”

 You took a small box out from under the tree. “I feel a little guilty about yours now. It seems so impersonal.”, you said as you somewhat reluctantly handed him the box.

Ayno’s face glowed as he turned the box over in his hands and ran his fingers over the foil paper. “So shiny! You wrap so well. I must learn this from you.” You expected him to rip into it with the fervor of a five-year-old, but he surprised you by carefully removing the tape at the seams and unfolding the edges. He lifted the paper away to reveal the gleaming white box with the holographic rectangle and number. He looked at it curiously before sliding the lid off and staring wide eyed at the object inside. He looked at you, and back at the box, a smile slowly spreading across his face. “For me??”

“Yes.”

“It is real? I may use it?”

You laughed. “Of course it’s real. And I got it so you could use it.”

He gently lifted it out and turned it over in his hands. “It looks just like yours! It even has the little apple on it!”

“Yes- we have the same model iPhone. But you have your own phone number. I hated that we had no way to get in touch with each other during the day, and well…it seems like you’re going to be staying awhile…”

You looked up into his face, his dark eyes filled with affection. He pulled you back into his arms, burying his face into the crook of your neck beneath the scarf. You realized that for you, giving Ayno his own phone had been a practical decision…but for Ayno it was far more: he had keenly observed that couples seemed to be linked by their phones – sending texts, calling, shared calendars and lots of pictures. While you had verbally acknowledged the relationship- and your desire to continue it…to him this was a physical symbol of that: a sign that you had accepted- and desired him as something fixed in your life.

“So exciting! Now I will look like everyone else at the coffee shop!” he said grinning.

“We can set it up and order you a case tomorrow, well, later today,” you said as you watched him power it on. “…or right now…”

“Can I play Candy Crush on it??”

“Yes, but you’ll have to start back at level 1.”

He was undeterred. “That is ok. Then I will have three stars on all my levels.” he said giving you a pointed look.

“So many languages…” he said scrolling through the list to make his choice.

“Is yours there?” you asked curiously.

He laughed “I think not…although more of us have cell phones than you might imagine.”

He happily set about picking a background, chose dark mode, let it scan his face for ID, set up a passcode (your birthday), found the app store and began downloading Candy Crush and Snapchat. Then he opened his “contacts” icon, pushed the “+” sign and handed his phone to you. You typed in your name, cell and office numbers, e-mail, and the apartment address.

“No picture?” he said as you handed it back to him. “Well, it’s the picture that will take up your whole screen when I call… so I’ll send you one that wouldn’t embarrass you…or me…to have everyone see it.” you explained.

Suddenly his face lit up. He pulled you into his lap, and turned on the camera to portrait mode, flipped it to front facing, and held his arm high as he brought his head next to yours and snapped his phone’s first selfies. He smiled with joy as he gazed at the two of you: still flushed with afterglow, colored lights reflecting off his blonde hair, bright smiles and all wrapped in each other’s arms. He immediately set it as his lock screen. “You don’t think we’ve taken better pictures?” you asked looking at your happy but disheveled faces .

He shook his head, “Look at us”, he said admiring the pic again, “so beautiful- happiness…affection...look how we fit together…all that is good in your world is reflected in us here. Now I have this moment forever.”

You threw your arms around him and held him as tight as you could. His arms came around you, holding you fast against him, his fingers in your hair and his soft cheek rubbing against yours. You wished you could stop time so this feeling would never end.

“Merry Christmas, Ayno”, you whispered.

“Merry Christmas.”

[yourfavkpopgurl]

Blurb of Ayno trying to teach you TikTok dances cause he’s bored doing them alone lol

VAV Ayno trying to teach you TikTok dances.

I had to write this again 3 times bcs my dumbass self forgot to save it welp.

"Ugh I'm boreddd" Ayno complained. "Why don't you watch some tiktoks" you asked him. "OMG" you were shocked by his sudden scream. "I have a cool idea" he said. You looked at him confused and he laughed a bit. "I'm gonna learn you some tiktok dances." He was so excited and dragged you out of the couch to get up. "Let's do something simple" he did the renegade and you were surprised by his action (but actually not really bcs he's a great dancer yk) "Come on I'll show you how it goes" and he teached you all the moves. After some practice and laughing, you finally could do the whole thing. You both made a tiktok and went to sleep. You may or may not went viral at night ;)

A/n: srry that it took so long, I hope you liked it ^^. And I don't really have tiktok tbh. I'm probably one of the only ones😳✋😂

[emeraldbabygirl]

VAV scenario

I swear I have barely any fluff scenarios so I’m gonna post a few. Also sorry that my titles are garbage I really don’t know what I’m doing lmao. Also sorry that the gifs don’t match and that the reactions are so long.

VAV reaction to you shivering because you’re cold:

St.Van: Your shivering must’ve woke Geumhyuk up because he was up and kneeling in front of your side of the bed before you could even react. “Princess, are you that cold? I know what will help.” At this Geumhyuk takes you into the bathroom and draws a warm bath for you. He sticks his hand in the water to check the temp and turns to you who is shivering in your nightgown. “Come here princess, this will warm you up.” you take your clothes off and he helps you into the tub. You immediately sink into the warm water feeling it warm you up. You turn you Geumhyuk who is kneeling next to the tub smiling at you and humming to himself. You giggle. “Do you feel better?” he asks. “Yes, thank you Geumhyuk” 

Lou: Hosung was woken up by the bed shaking so he turned to see you shivering. He didn’t move, just watched you. “F-fuck, it’s colder than balls” Hosung tried holding in his laughter but couldn’t at that line. “Hosung, you’re up?” “Yeah, I couldn’t sleep.” Hosung wasn’t about to tell you that you woke him up since he knows you get upset when you accidentally wake him. “Are you cold?” Hosung asks inching closer to you under the covers. He wraps his arm around your waist and nuzzles your neck. “Cause I know how we could warm up” “Hosung, it’s too cold to take my clothes off.” Hosung pouts. “Alright princess, then I’ll keep you warm by being the big spoon.”

Baron: You were shivering like crazy teeth chattering. Since it was your first time sharing a room and bed with your boyfriend you didn’t want him to think you needed blankets when you slept but the thin sheet wasn’t doing you justice. You snuggled a little closer to Chungyeop. “Y/n? What’s wrong?” Chungyeop slowly rose up out of bed and leaned over to turn on the lamp. He saw you shivering and grabbed your hands. “They’re freezing cold y/n, dammit.” You were a bit taken back by his sudden language and watched as he left the room. He came back a few minutes later with a large blanket. “Why didn’t you tell me you needed something warmer than a sheet?” he asked scooting you to the middle of the bed and covering both of you with the sheet and the blanket. “I didn’t want you to think I couldn’t stand the cold..I’m sorry” Baron sighs pulling you closer to him. “You are ridiculous sometimes you know that?” 

Ayno: Yoonho knew you got super cold during the fall and winter and although he always left a folded up blanket at the foot of the bed he was still puzzled as to why you never used it, so he asked you one night. “Because it’s too cold to move and if I take my covers off I’ll turn into an ice pop.” Ayno couldn’t help but laugh at your choice of words. “You can get sick if you keep this up darling. We can take a shower together if you want.” a smirk painted across his face. You knew what he was thinking but you decided anything would be better than laying in blankets that aren’t warming you up. “Alright, but no funny business.” The hot water felt good against your back. Ayno snuggled up against you and helped you wash yourself and then wrapped you in a towel and carried you back to the bedroom. As you put on a warm pair of pj’s Yoonho left and came back back with a blanket. “I put it in the dryer so it’s nice and toasty.” As soon a he put it on you you melted into the warmth. “Thank you daddy.” you softly said as Yoonho cuddled you under the blanket. “You’re welcome darling.”

ACE: Wooyoung was old school. How old school? When you searched for a house together he insisted that the house had to have a fire place. “They have fake fireplaces you can buy. Don’t you want something modern?” you asked. Wooyoung simply shook his head. So on a cold night like tonight you were half thankful that Wooyoung never settled until he found a house with a chimney but you didn’t know how to start a fire and you were too afraid to try without Wooyoung home. So you waited on the couch with the small light from the lamp wrapped in a blanket til he came home. “Princess, why are you still up?” he asked coming over to you. “It’s too cold” you said shivering slightly. “Want me to start a fire?” you didn’t like the idea because you were always afraid the sparks would fly and catch the rest of the house on fire but you nodded anyway. Wooyoung smiled and began to prep the fire. You watched as he worked enjoying how delicate he was with the wood and paper. Soon he had it set and the crackling comforted you. “Come sit by the fire and warm up. I’ll make us some hot chocolate.”  you smiled leaning into Wooyoung enjoying his company and the heat from the fire thinking about how romantic this really was and being thankful that Wooyoung wouldn’t have it any other way.

Ziu: Ziu came home late to find you in the middle of the bed curled up in a ball. He turned the lamp on and sat on the edge of the bed watching as you shivered. “Y/n, do you want me to turn up the heat?” “No” Ziu tilted his head in confusion. “But you’re shivering.” he said reaching for his ipad; you just recently purchased a new heating system that you could control from any device. You reached your hand out from under the blanket and touched Ziu’s side. “I want more blankets” Ziu looked at you confused but did as you requested coming back into the bedroom with a pile of blankets. He wrapped you up in two blankets and pulled you to the center of the bed. Then he got in the bed next to you and piled more blankets on top. He pulled you close to him and as you shivered less he knew why you wanted this. “You just wanted to be close to me didn’t you kitten?”

Jacob: you were honestly surprised how Jacob could sleep without a shirt, especially in the winter. You were wrapped in layers of blankets shivering and Jacob was barely covered by the sheet totally unfazed. “Jacob, Jacob” you whisper. Jacob, being the light sleeper he is slowly stirred awake. “What’s wrong babe?” he said facing you in the dark. “How are you not cold?” Jacob then reached over to turn the lamp on the nightstand on. Turning back to you he busted up laughing seeing just your face poke out from your blanket cave. “It’s not f-funny” you said beginning to shiver some more. “I know I know, you just look so cute like that. How about you invite me in and I’ll warm you up?”  You smiled and opened your blanket feeling the cold air wrap around you but not for long as Jacob wrapped his arms around you. His warmth slowly heating up your body. You cuddle close against his chest feeling like you were wrapped in a heated blanket.

[exophiliacs]

iS THERE ANY HAWAII VAMPZ GOING TO SEE VAV IN APRIL

[kpoprunsmylifenow]

Long Jackets in the Snow

Ayno x Reader

Fluff

Summary: When you went to see Ayno it wasn’t cold, now it was.

Stepping out of the company doors, you felt an immediate shiver run down your spine. 

“God, it got so much colder.” You rubbed your arms. Ayno laughed, pulling you closer.

“Good thing I’m here.” He winked at you. You pushed him away, laughing as he almost slipped. You rolled your eyes as he continued to try and cover you with himself.

“Stop.” You groaned. “You’re gonna make me fall.” You said as you almost fell again. 

“Then here.” He said as he took off his jacket. "I know you’re almost always cold.” You quickly put on the warm jacket, grabbing his hand.

“Thanks love.” You smiled. He laughed and kissed the back of your hand.

“You’re welcome baby.” Pulling you closer to share some warmth. “I also just like when you wear my clothes.” Winking, he laughed and kissed you briefly.

[kpophours]

[3:40am] Loud bass, rhythmic music and bright, colorful lights: the night is making your skin crawl with excitement and electricity, heart pounding loudly inside your chest. You drown the last bits of your drink, finally making your way back towards the dance floor, quickly joining your friends again. You let the loud music wash over you, close your eyes and throw your arms above your head, hips swinging from side to side. You usually don’t go clubbing, but when you do, you try to make the most of the night. It’s late - or early? - when a pair of strong arms encircle your waist, pulling you closer against a familiar body. “You are radiant.” Yoonho’s voice is low in your ear and you shiver involuntarily. You turn around, still in his arms, and smile up at him. His dark eyes reflect the colorful lights of the club, his smile shining even brighter. “You made it.”, you answer, arms sliding around his neck and lips hungrily pressing against his own soft ones. He smiles into the kiss, tightening his arms around you. “Seeing you dance? Oh, I wouldn’t miss it for the world, baby girl.” With that, he twirls you around and you both get lost in the feeling of your bodies moving together, the music and bass swirling around you with the bright, colorful lights accompanying them, connecting you with every other person enjoying the night. You can’t help but laugh at the feeling of pure bliss shooting through your whole body, making you feel careless and free. Yoonho answers your laugh with one of his own, suddenly stopping his fluid dance moves to pull you closer again, pressing his flushed body against yours. “I love you.”, he murmurs against your lips, “I love you, I love you, I love you.” You giggle at his cuteness, grab his face between your hands and pull him down towards you to kiss him again. “I love you more.”, you answer breathlessly and are thanked with a brilliant smile, before he twirls you around again. You close your eyes and begin to laugh at his infectious excitement, letting yourself be carried away by the moment. The night feels infinite. 

[excusemyobsessions]

A market date with a good-looking man (x Ayno)

VAV’s Ayno

Word count: 730 words

Scenario: From sweet @excindrela​: “Hello Lady Mel! Did I see you write for VAV? May I request a one shot with Ayno? (Preferably something fluffy & fun - I've got enough angst in my life right now!) Thank you!!” (Another Anon after I asked for a clutch scenario: “Ayno takes you on a first date to the outdoor market & buys you lots of little treats & goodies”)

Genre: One shot, Soft, Fluff, Gender neutral

Little note: And so I return with something this soft. This just so happens to be my dream date haha Please enjoy it!

When you casually mentioned you should go on a date somewhere, Yoonho instantly asked if he could take you to the traditional outdoor market in Seoul. He was so suddenly excited about it that even if you had anything against the idea (which you didn’t because it sounded fun) you would have probably said yes anyway.

And so, on one of his free days, you two dressed warmly, in opposite colors because you two found it cute, and took off to take the bus there. 

He wore a cap and a mask and while you two stood on the bus stop, you took the chance to snuggle up to his side, both of you with your hands shoved deep inside your pockets because of the cold.

The market was everything you had ever expected it to be. It was colorful, busy, loud and fragranced. Yoonho took your hand and kept a firm grip on it the whole time you walked through the market. It was way warmer inside so he ended up removing his mask and you could see his whole face as he answered all your questions with a smile. Every couple of stands you’d ask what this or that was and he’d patiently explain it to you, often chuckling at your reactions to things. There was so much that was new to you that you were just ecstatic, going through everything.

As you walked by different things, he’d tell you you should try this or that and even if you only halfheartedly agreed, he’d instantly ask for things. Seeing a good-looking young man, most of the ahjummas would give him a little extra something “because he was good-looking” they’d say. You found the whole situation so funny you kept giggling in secret as he thanked profusely, visibly embarrassed.

“I guess I need to bring you along with me to markets more often.” You joked as you popped some extra sweets he’d gotten at one of the stands into your mouth.

The way he laughed in such an embarrassed way made your heart overflow and you just had to step closer to him and press a kiss to his shoulder.

At the end, when you two got tired of wandering around, he suggested you’d sit down enjoying tteokbokki and a drink, which you agreed to. You two went to find a table and he insisted he’d go get the food and drinks and that you should just wait for him, which you ultimately did, sitting there by yourself, watching your surroundings as you waited for him. It did take him a little bit to get back to you, and when he did, he had a soft flush on his cheeks, like he was hot.

“Thank you.” You told him, reaching across the table to stroke your cold fingers against his warm cheek.

“Oh my god… you’re welcome.” He breathed out, leaning into your cold touch.

You laughed and kept your hand against his cheek for a little longer until you felt your fingers getting warmer against his skin and decided to remove your hand. He took off his jacket when you moved away and you popped a bit of food into your mouth in the meantime. You two sat there, enjoying your food peacefully, exchanging lighthearted words about everything and nothing. When you were done, he turned towards his jacket and started looking for something in his pockets.

“Here,” He offered, pulling out two bracelets out of his pocket. “One for you and one for me.” He explained, handing one out to you.

“This is why you took so long to get the food?” You asked with an amused smile, to which he responded with a half laughed out “Yeah.”.

You looked at the bracelet and couldn’t help but smile. It was a hand-braided thin bracelet, and the two were opposite colors.

“Thank you.” You smiled up at him and he smiled back at you, shrugging. “Put it on for me?” You asked, raising out your arm.

He took the bracelet off your hand and wrapped it around your wrist, tightening it just right and after that, you did the same for him. It just so happened that you decided to put the bracelets on your opposite arms so when you decided to leave and took each other’s hand, you were connected by tangled fingers and bracelet strips.

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[kinkyvav]

another vvvv nsfw thing but, I wanna cuddle up with ayno & geum n watch movies or marathon a show until we pass out

*inhale* y e s. just being cuddled in general right now would be amazing. but being cuddled up, watching movies in geum's or ayno's arms AND falling asleep?? that's heaven right there bub.

(also feel free to send in soft asks too!!)

- admin nyx

[jaehyunsparadise]

jaehyun confessing 💌

[haechanin]

“ Our hearts are connected under the same sky. ”

[ jaehyun ]

[yvixtrae]

4:17 AM

Taking another sip from your third can of Monster Java for the night to try to fight off the fatigue from the past few days leeching at your bones, you glare down at both your laptop screen of which is displaying your still unfinished fantasy concept project and the study-guide papers with Hangul scattered next to it for your project in Korean. The EDM playlist you’d put on earlier for background noise continues to play, and you sigh as you put the half-empty can down to try and pen down things you want to and need to include in your Korean paper, occasionally glancing back to your still-waiting digital sketches. Though the clock is reading a little past quarter after 4 in the morning and you’re pushing on your third all nighter, you continue diligently, figuring that you couldn’t afford to sleep when the rest of your day hours were spent part-timing at the uni library and attending long classes at uni as well. Ayno sits criss-cross by your side, brushing off his own sleepiness as he looks up at you with concern, floppy golden retriever ears framing his still soft features. Your usual dark circles had only gotten more prominent, and you seemed much more down than usual now that you were swamped with literally half a dozen assignments and projects alongside twice the amount of commissions—down enough to be hardly eating. The stress and anxiety overwhelmed everything else, like your exhaustion for example. Unsure of what exactly to do to help you, Ayno whines under his breath and pouts to himself, wracking his brain on what could possibly get you to take a break and eat and rest to feel even a little better for just a little while.

“Y/N…” He nudges your leg and paws lightly at it.

When the only response you give is a tired smile and a few seconds of running your fingers through his fluffy yet nearly silken navy strands before going back to your work, his pout only grew. With a louder whine, he tries again.

“Y/N… Please come to bed…”

Looking over at him, you simply shake your head. “I’ve still gotta finish my fantasy concept project, start my Korean project, finish my creative writing paper, and finish my part for the group project. I just can’t…”

His ears droop a bit at that, but then a thought hits him. He knows that there’s one thing you never say no to: Chocolate chip pancakes. As you turn back to your work again, he gets up to leave your shared bedroom, pleased with himself for thinking of the idea. The minutes tick by, one by one, but it’s not long before a familiar and pleasant smell reaches your nose. Turning around in your chair, you see him with a hopeful expression and a small plate of chocolate chip pancakes.

“Will you at least take a break now??” He asks hesitantly, handing you the dish and taking his spot next to you again.

“I have to. Chocolate chip pancakes are more important.” You laugh lightly, picking up one of the pancakes to take a bite.

He bounces slightly, glad that you’re finally taking a break. Tail wagging slightly, he waits patiently as you eat. After downing all of the pancakes, you feel full and satisfied for the first time this week and smile appreciatively at Ayno. After downing the rest of your Monster Java, you consider trying to do more work, but then think better of it. Saving your progress on your laptop, you then exit out of everything and close it before tidying up your papers and folders on your desk, figuring that maybe it really is high time to at least rest mentally, even if you’re sure that you’ll be unable to sleep for a fair bit due to both your racing thoughts and the amount of caffeine you’ve had. Grabbing your phone, you change your music to something more chill and turn down the volume by a little before getting up from your chair. Ayno bounds over excitedly to the bed, tail still wagging, flopping down with a small huff before crawling under the covers and disappearing. As soon as you just simply get on the bed and start to slide under the comforter as well to just keep your legs a bit warm while you sit, he’s already wiggling around and moving to press himself into your side. His head now peeking out from under the comforter, he whines and nudges your thigh, giving his best puppy face. You give a sigh at this, abandoning any hope of staying sitting up and on your phone, placing it to the side and leaning down to press your lips gently against his forehead, of which elicits a happy giggle from him, before moving to lay down beside him. After a few moments of shifting around to get comfortable, he scoots to curl a bit and tuck himself against you even more, his back to your chest and head under your chin.

“Y/N…” He starts, voice small, and you hum as a response for him to continue, “Please don’t ever do all of this again. Missing sleep, skipping meals… Just not… Looking after yourself.”

Your heart aches at the sound of worry and hurt in his tone, and you feel a pang of guilt at him feeling worried and hurt over you.

“I get that… That you really take your assignments and projects and commissions seriously… But… But I just…” He starts to stumble over his words before trailing off, a few more moments passing before he starts up again, “Seeing you so bent over those things to where you’re on the verge of giving out due to being so tired and going on to where you’re not eating and you seeming so sad and nervous and stressed… I don’t like it…”

He turns around partially to peer up at you, chocolatey orbs shining with warmth and affection, and even the beginnings of tears. “I love you, and I don’t like it when you���re not smiling and laughing lots. When you’re not being happy and healthy.”

The all too familiar feeling of being lovestruck hits you again over his words and expression, over how sweet of a puppy he really is. As he sniffles quietly, and moves to turn back on his side, you sit up and lean over him to gently wipe away the building tears with your hoodie sleeve.

“It’s okay, Ayno… I’m fine. I just… Sometimes forget that I have to actually look after myself.” You murmur softly, carding your fingers through his hair again at a languid pace, “But I promise… I promise that I’ll do better to take care of myself. So don’t fret.”

You take the time to gingerly rub at his ears, and he leans into your touch with a content hum.

“Also,” You continue with a small bit of a laugh, “Thank you so much for the pancakes.”

“Anytime…” He mumbles, almost sounding shy, but a smile still tugs on the corners of his lips.

You move your hand to lightly rub his belly, and as he rolls onto his back, you adjust to where your weight rests more on your bent arm beside his head. He grins at the belly rubs, but his eyelids have drooped to a pretty sleepy-looking half-lid. Noticing this, your heart melts a little bit at the cuteness, and you continue to rub his stomach as the thought of mayhaps kissing him crosses your mind. Starting to lean in, you hesitate, almost freezing in place as your face heats up a bit with a blush.

“Oh jeez.” He laughs, remembering how this had happened the first and last time you’d kissed, and knowing how he’d have to be the one to close the distance.

Leaning up, he seals his lips over yours in a gentle liplock, trying and failing to bite back the urge to smile into it. A heartbeat passes, then another, and a few more before he pulls away.

“And… Sleep time.” You move back, gnawing on the inner of your cheek to hide your own smile as you take your spot as big spoon again.

He chokes back a cackle at your reaction, knowing well that you’ve shut down from the kiss, but lets it go as he tucks himself back against you. “Yeah, sleep time.”

[excindrela]

12 Days of Demon Ayno -Day 9 (18+)

Supernatural AU

Pairing: demon! Ayno (Noh YoonHo) VAV / Female reader

Genre: Fluff/ Angst/ Smut

Warnings: Cussing, alcohol consumption, fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you snap it!)

Word Count: 5031 (...I did not mean to write War & Peace...)

AU: OMG DAY 9 IS FINALLY DONE! (So I guess we’re having Christmas in July)  I’m sorry this one took so long. I knew where we needed to go, I just couldn’t get there. Good news: Day 10 is started, Day 12 is done! (We might skip 11) I have also started NYE & Lunar New Year (I’m writing all of them simultaneously) I love feedback- so if there’s something you like, or something you want to see- tell me!! Thanks to everyone who has stuck around! Special thanks to @quyennie​ for being my editor!!

Demon Ayno: Summoned, Thanksgiving, 12 Days: Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7 | Day 8 | Day 9 | Day 10 | Day 11| Day 12 | NYE | Lunar New Year

On the 9th Day of Christmas: You Took Ayno to the Office Holiday Party

It was a little after three thirty when you came through the apartment door wearing baggy sweats, a zip up hoodie with nothing but a tank underneath, fuzzy flip-flop slippers, and no gloves. Even with the calf length down coat on you were freezing, but you couldn’t risk wrecking your once a winter pedi and once a year mani. Even though the heater was on and it hit you like a blast furnace the minute you came in, you were still shivering.

“Ayno? Are you here? I’m home.” The question was rhetorical. You knew your beautiful demon was there somewhere because the TV was set to a music channel playing Christmas standards, and something smelled good.

Ayno came striding out of the kitchen. “Good. I have made you lunch.”, he said as he took your coat. Like a typical human male, he paid no attention to your fancy nails and hair and instead focused on your outfit. “Why are you dressed so inappropriately for the weather?! You will catch a chill and die, and I will have to go back to being a…what was it you called me?”

“Interdimensional hooker. What are we having?”

“Macaroni and cheese. I am told that this food brings comfort, and you seem very agitated today.” He said as he bent down and wrapped his arms around your legs just below your butt and carried you into the kitchen.

“Out of the box?”

“Is what out of what box?” he looked around confused as he deposited you onto a barstool.

“Lunch.”

“Why would macaroni and cheese be in a box? Cheese must be kept cold.”

“You know- the blue box? With the orange powdered cheese? It’s like its own food group.”

Ayno looked horrified. “I do not know what kind of witchcraft would be necessary to turn cheese into an orange powder, but it should not be trusted and I do not know why you would dare to consume it.”

You privately thought he was missing out. Instead, he removed a baking dish from the oven with cavatappi noodles he had baked with some mixture of cream and cheeses and topped with panko breadcrumbs. He dished out a large helping and retrieved a bowl of salad from the fridge and set it next to the mac & cheese. You took a bite…it was creamy and cheesy and delicious…and you were so not hungry.

“It’s delicious, but not exactly cocktail dress friendly.”

Ayno frowned. “You did not eat breakfast. Now you do not want lunch. You are…stressed” he said, happy that he remembered the right word. He moved around behind you, fastening his lips to your neck and slipping a hand inside your jacket to fondle your breast through the thin tank. “You do not smell right…too much cortisol…” he said as his lips worked their way toward your ear. “If you do not do something to relax, then I will have to make you relax.” He gently threatened as his thumb flicked over your erect nipple.

You sighed and closed your eyes, “Ayno, so help me God, if you ruin a $60 hairstyle before I get to that party, I swear I will pour holy water over your head myself!” you gritted out through clenched teeth.

He wisely released you; then reached over and picked up the glass of water above your plate, and poured it out in the sink while muttering something that sounded like “I’d like to see you try it” under his breath, before going to the fridge, grabbing the open bottle of wine, removing the cork with his teeth, filling the glass and setting it in front of you.

He stepped back and looked meaningfully from the glass to your face and back again. You took the hint and drained half the glass in three gulps. Ayno refilled it.

He moved back to your side and picked up a forkful of mac & cheese and held it up to your lips. You obediently opened your mouth and took the bite. “We should not go to this party if it is making you this unhappy”, he said gently rubbing your back.

You placed your forehead carefully against his chest. “Oh Ayno – I don’t mean to be like this to you. Yes, you are right, I am stressed. The Office Christmas Party is one of my least favorite nights of the year. But this is one of those weird human social things that you have to attend even though you don’t want to.”

He continued rubbing your back comfortingly. “I will stay home if it will make you less worried.”

You put your arms around his waist and looked up into his concerned eyes. “Not a chance. Having you as my date is the one thing I’m looking forward to about tonight.”

*          *          *

You came through the doors of your building at 7:41 and the Atrium was already packed with people and the party was in full swing. Ayno slid your coat from your shoulders and went to take it and your bag to the coat check. Meanwhile, you glanced around and saw Tenley & Kara leaning against the wall by the elevator bank and headed straight over.

“Hey!” “There you are!” They called as you trotted over as fast as the slippery soles of your strappy sandals would allow. You all engaged in the typical “girl hug” that involved leaning over with your butt sticking out and the bare minimum of contact while patting the other’s back.

“Cute dress Ten!” you said. “Thanks! I was accused of being boring by Danielle, so I decided to embrace my ethnicity!” she replied, smoothing the peony embroidered satin of her mandarin collared mini-qi pao. “But it’s still black. Festive is Kara’s job.”

“What? It’s still a neutral! Just because I refuse to join the sea of black dresses with you two…” she retorted, giving her hips a little shake that made the silver beaded dress shimmy with her.

“I like it Kara! Perfect for New Year’s Eve too!” you supported.

“Right?! Kill two parties with one dress!” she affirmed.

“I thought Ayno was coming tonight?”, Tenley questioned.

“Oh, he’s here. He’s just dropping my things at coat check.”

Then Kara’s brain caught up with the conversation and she turned to Tenley looking confused “Danielle? From the Data Matrixing dept. called you boring? They only have one ‘Danielle’, right?”

At that, Tenley launched into her story the way only catty girlfriends can about another woman throwing them shade. She was just wrapping it up when you noticed Kara’s attention had been diverted.

“I don’t know what department that belongs in, but whatever it is, I will find out, and then I am transferring there whether I have the requisite skill and experience or not.” Kara said, her gaze never wavering.

You understood. You smiled at the tall, well-built man that had captured her attention, his fire engine red suit tapered from his broad shoulders to nip in at his slender waist and the pants caressed his muscular thighs. A black mesh shirt peeked out from underneath the jacket and was accented with a couple silver chains at his throat. He was stunning – and oblivious to the attention he was garnering: wide eyed open mouth stares from the ladies and looks of undisguised envy from the men. He glanced around and spying your little group he made his way over with four filled champagne flutes tucked between his long fingers. He handed out the champagne, gave a blinding smile and said “Hi!”  

Kara giggled. You just shook your head. Tenley took command of the conversation. “Hi Ayno. It’s good to see you again. I like your suit! It’s a much better look on you than the reindeer sweater.”

“Thank you, I think so too. It itches less. Although, it does not have lights like the sweater, so I think it is unlikely I will win a prize. I think you look better too.”

You laughed. “Kara, this is my boyfriend, Ayno. Ayno, this is Kara- she’s our department assistant.” “Which means she’s the only one who has any idea what’s going on.” Tenley supplied as Ayno, excited to once again be practicing traditional human greetings, extended his hand to Kara.

Kara shook his hand and then downed the whole glass in one gulp. You followed suit, and then handed the glasses back to Ayno. “Will you be a love and go get us 2 more?”, you asked him sweetly. He bent down until his face was even with yours. “Please?” you smiled at him. He smiled back, “Yes Mistress. I am always happy to serve you”, he whispered as he planted a quick kiss on your lips and then turned on his heel and headed to the champagne fountain.

“Ho-lee crap!” Kara said to no one in particular. She looked at Tenley, “You said he was hot, you didn’t say he was the male equivalent of a Victoria’s Secret angel.”

You snickered at the idea of Ayno being an angel of any kind. Kara turned slowly and looked at you. “He’s cute? He’s tall? I love his smile? Seriously??? How about he’s breathtaking and sexy as fuck??”

You laughed. “Sorry Kara. After my last boyfriend…I just sort-of downplay things now. And yes, Ayno is breathtaking…sometimes I think people look at us together and wonder what a man like that is doing with me.”

“Whatever! He’s with you, right? And he doesn’t seem to be going anywhere.” She grabbed your arms and turned you to face her, “Please tell me he has a single brother?” she mock pleaded.

“Actually, he has six brothers.”

Both of them stared at you wide eyed. “SIX BROTHERS?” they chorused in unison. “Are they all single and do they all look like him? I just want one.” Kara said. “Yeah, one for you & one for me” Tenley agreed.

“I don’t know, I’ve never seen them. But they’re…uh…adopted, so I’m not sure what they look like.”

“Well, you clearly hit the jackpot on this one. He’s gorgeous and seems totally devoted.” Kara said with a touch of envy.

“I know, right? I want a man who follows me around and does whatever I say without question while looking at me adoringly too.” Tenley agreed.

The conversation was halted by the ding of the elevator doors opening to reveal a couple of drunk colleagues from accounting stumbling out tipsy and looking slightly disheveled. They looked around nervously before slipping back into the crowd. “Like we didn’t all know about that…” Tenley said rolling her eyes.

You were glad the conversation shifted away from Ayno. Not only was answering questions about him like walking through a mine field, but something about the champagne or the girl’s words had made you uneasy. You didn’t doubt Ayno truly had feelings for you, but you sometimes wondered if he would stay if he had a choice. Did he only stay with you because he had to? Was this like Stockholm Syndrome where you fall in love with your captor as a coping mechanism?  Was he devoted because he had to be, not because he wanted to?

Your thoughts were interrupted by Ayno’s arrival with more champagne. You took the glass he offered, and then turned away to eye the crowd- causing Ayno to frown slightly. Kara, emboldened by the alcohol now coursing through her veins, pounced on him in full getting-to-know-you mode. Normally you would have jumped in and changed the subject, or answered for him, but you were so edgy you decided to just let him handle it. If he freaked out, transformed into his natural form, and rained hellfire on the building then so be it. You still listened with half an ear, proud that he remembered the answers you had practiced to common personal questions.

Your sudden coolness was not lost on Tenley. Sensing that Ayno might need to be rescued from Kara, and the two of you might need a moment, she nudged you, “Hey. Have you shown Ayno our floor yet?”

You looked at her with something between distain and annoyance. “No. I can’t imagine why Ayno would want to see our cubicle farm.”

“Nope. You don’t get a choice. It’s an unwritten rule that all new significant others must get a tour of the prison cells at their first Christmas Party, so they have a frame of reference for stories of office shenanigans and sympathy for the conditions we are suffering in when we have to work late”, she said matter-of-factly. With that, she punched the elevator button, snagged your champagne glass, and shoved you in when the doors opened, Ayno following right behind you trying not to laugh. The last thing you saw was her giving you a cheesy grin and a wave of her waggled fingers.

The elevator ride to the 9th floor was quick but felt like an eternity with the two of you standing in silence, you just out of Ayno’s reach. You walked at the same speed you did during your workday, lengths ahead of Ayno who strolled along behind you down the hall past the conference and break rooms, eventually arriving at the center of the floor full of cubicles.

“This is it.” You sighed, bored.

Ayno nodded. “I have seen this before.”

“Someone summoned you to their office building?”

“No. Purgatory. There are several levels that look just like this. I recommend avoiding it.” He paused, “Which chamber is yours?”

You started walking and Ayno followed you to your desk. “This is it. This is where I spend most of my day”, you said gesturing to your glass walled box full of pre-fab office furniture.

Ayno stepped inside and sat in your chair. You were surprised how normal he looked sitting there, as though you might have come around the corner and found your handsome coworker at his desk.

While you absentmindedly stared off into space, he took in your workspace, thinking to himself that it was rather like a cage, and feeling sorry that you spent so many hours there. He smiled when he saw that the one truly personal thing on your desk was a small photo of the two of you.

Knowing Ayno would follow, you slowly began strolling out of the maze of cubicles, idly wondering how much longer you’d have to stay at the party for people to consider it an “appearance” and what you needed to do to give the impression that you had had a good time.

“What is this place?” you heard Ayno’s voice behind you as he stuck his head into an open doorway.

“That’s the break room.”

“Ah!”, Ayno said with comprehension, “The domain of Cody the Coffee Snob and Amber the Refrigerator Nazi!” You almost laughed– he always asked how your day was when you came home, and you were impressed he had paid attention to your rambling stories about office drama …but it made you feel even less worthy of him. “Was the identity of the Lean Cuisine thief ever discovered?”, he asked as he continued to follow you.

“Nope. It remains a mystery.”

“What is this place?” he asked stepping into yet another doorway.

You followed him. “This is the conference room. We come in here when we have important things to discuss. That triangle thing in the middle of the table lets us watch Power Points, call other offices, make announcements…or sometimes we just use the table and talk.”

You turned to leave, but the door slammed shut. You didn’t need to ask how. Taking a deep breath, you turned and walked back to your waiting demon.

“What is wrong?”

“Nothing. Nothing’s wrong- I’m fine.”

“No. Something is very wrong. You have stopped speaking to me. You are not looking at me. You are pushing me away”, he paused looking sad and confused “What did I do wrong? Please tell me, because I do not know.”

You sighed. “Nothing…you haven’t done anything wrong – I swear…I was just thinking about things the girls said to me and about you being with me…it just made me question whether you would be here if you had a choice.”

Ayno slipped a hand around your waist and pulled you against his body, his other hand tipping your chin up to look him in the eyes. “Do you really doubt my feelings for you?” he asked gently.

You looked into his deep eyes and shook your head, “No, I believe your feelings are very real. I just wonder if you would choose to be with me if you had another option.”

Surprisingly, Ayno smiled. He gave a small laugh and a little shake of his head, “How old am I?”

“Uh…Eight hundred and…something…”

“Fourty-four.” He supplied.  “You are not my first patron. I have had so many masters and mistresses in these years that I lost track long ago. You are not the first to want to keep me…but you are the only one I have ever stayed with. I assure you that if I wanted to leave, I could make your life so miserable that you would release me and beg me to be gone.”

Then he threaded his fingers into your fancy hair and pulled your face to his. He kissed you hard, tongue pillaging your mouth as he pressed his body tightly against yours. He backed you up until your butt hit the conference table, and then lifted you slightly so you were sitting on it. He finally released your mouth and dove straight for your neck. “No! Ayno! What are you doing?” He pulled his head up and looked at you with eyes so deep they bordered on maroon, “This is a conference room. We are having a conference. Apparently, I need to explain to you again how much I want you. That I will willingly be your slave until the end of time. That I am wholly yours…not just because you keep me, but because I choose to be. So, I’d start taking notes, Mistress, because I am going to fuck you until you get the memo.”

With that he pushed you down on to the table and resumed his attack on your neck. You could feel the heat of his mouth even as the cold of the glass covering the table penetrated your thin dress. You shivered, unsure if it was from that or Ayno’s sudden aggression.

Ayno put one knee up onto the table and pressed his other thigh against your waiting heat as he continued sucking harshly on your neck and chest working his way ever lower. You felt yourself growing warm and wet as he ground his thigh against your core. “Ayno! You’ve got to stop… someone could come in and find us!” you pleaded. “Let them”, he growled low in your ear, “I don’t actually care.”

“I care! Anyone could just walk in! And one whole wall of this room is glass!!” Making an inhuman sound, Ayno raised his head and held one hand up toward the door. A rope of red energy shot out and zig zagged around the door and frame stitching the door closed. Then he waved his hand in the direction of the windows and you watched as they turned black like magic demon limo tint. “Better?” he hissed. He had that determined look on his face – the same one he’d had when he showed up the night of the Halloween party…and once again you realized there was no escape. Ayno in pure demon mode was a dangerous force that both scared the crap out of you and turned you on in a way you could never have imagined. You suddenly noticed that his shirt and jacket had disappeared from his body and recalled his warning about why conjuring his clothes was a bad idea.

His hands roughly yanked the straps from your dress down and to the side pushing your dress down and causing your breasts to spring free. He brought his other leg up onto the table and pushed your dress up to your waist before he reached down and flipped the crotch of your thong to the side plunging his fingers into your already dripping pussy. “Always so wet for me…”,he hummed, “I know how much you want me, and I am going to show you how much I want you”, he said as he worked his fingers in and out of you rapidly while he sucked on your nipples. Your barely there underwear were finally in his way so he pulled them off and slingshot’d them somewhere unknown in the room- not caring about where they landed or how you were going to find them, before plunging his fingers back in and rubbing at your G spot at a frenetic pace. You could feel the pressure building in your belly. Needing an outlet for your own desires, you consciously willed him naked (enjoying that particular power you had) and once your will was done, you reached down and grabbed his cock and begin stroking it. You knew that you didn’t need to, but feeling his length running up and down in your hand felt so good…and you knew that he enjoyed it. “Do you like that?” You choked out. “Yes”, he whispered. “I like it when you touch me.” His fingers rubbed your G spot in time with the strokes you made to his cock. The tingling sensation you were feeling in your fingers and toes was causing your hips to buck. “Oh! Oh!” you cried as you whimpered his name like a mantra as your walls clenched and your juices ran down onto his hand.

 He lifted your ankles to his shoulders and slid easily between your folds with how worked up you were. He leveraged his weight and trapped you between him and the conference table as he speared into you hot and hard. Every thrust sent you sliding backward across the table. Your nails dug into his biceps as his thrusts gained in strength and speed and the table began to groan in protest. Somewhere around the middle of the table Ayno’s hands finally found a grip and you stopped sliding.  You couldn’t help the loud moans escaping your lips and mixed with the sound of skin on skin as his hips slammed into the back of your thighs, the creak of the table and Ayno’s soft grunts, it was intoxicating - you closed your eyes and let it echo in your head and overtake your senses.

You reached between your legs and firmly pinched your clit, rolling the ball of nerves between your fingers. Your mind was empty as you looked at Ayno’s beautiful lust filled face and saw his ab muscles rippling as he drove himself into you. Robbed of the ability to form coherent words, you settled for the vocal equivalent of a keyboard smash as your legs began to shake and your orgasm overtook you. Ayno continued his thrusts until you had ridden out your high before he lowered your legs and unsheathed himself from your over stimulated body.

You laid there on the table, sweaty and panting. Something gleamed out of the corner of your eye and lolled your head to the left. It was a small red light. The world came back into focus as the realization hit you: Ayno’s hand had finally found purchase on the command console in the center of the table…which was where the red indicator light was coming from…on the “Intercom- all office” button. Oh shit. Oh shit no. That thing over-rode everything else…including the music being piped into the party. Your moans of ecstasy weren’t echoing in your head, they had just been echoing through the entire building – including the party in the atrium and on every single floor. Everyone in this building had just heard you and Ayno going at it on the conference table. You reached over and gently pressed the button again, watching as the light went out.

You were in such a state of shock and horror at the realization of what had just transpired that you almost failed to notice Ayno’s naked body, covered in a light sheen of perspiration, planking over you. His eyes, still burgundy ringed with pink, bored into you. “Have we reached an understanding Mistress? Or would you like me to explain it again?”

“I got the memo, and while I’d love to go over it again, I think this is not the place.”

*          *          *

It had only taken a few moments for you to assess the situation. Your up-do was ruined, you were sweaty and smelled like sex, and you couldn’t find your underwear. You were a hot mess. Worse, the keys to the apartment – and the car- were in your purse that Ayno had politely coat-checked…right by the front doors of the building…so any thoughts of sneaking out an exit door on another floor and just going home without having to see anyone were dashed. You were going to have to do the ultimate walk of shame. The only good thing you could say was that it took only a heartbeat for you to desire Ayno back into the red GQ suit – and there he was- looking like nothing had happened.

As soon as you had finger combed your hair, adjusted your dress, and given up hunting for your thong, Ayno un-tinted the windows and released the door.

The hallway and elevator bank were mercifully empty.

If the elevator ride up had seemed to take forever, the ride down felt like an express. You wanted to just stand in the corner, but Ayno wasn’t having it. He pulled you to his side and wrapped one long arm possessively around your waist.

You took a deep steadying breath, squared your shoulders and lifted your chin as the elevator thumped to a stop. The bell dinged, the doors slid open, and your heart began pounding. Maybe the system was turned off? Maybe everyone was so drunk they wouldn’t notice you?

No such luck. While you were sure it wasn’t really the whole room it felt like everyone turned to stare at the two of you. You felt your face go hot, and you were certain that your cheeks matched Ayno’s suit. Ayno, who wasn’t the least bit embarrassed, kept his arm tightly around you and steered you straight into the crowd. You heard giggles, saw knowing smiles, got some judgmental frowns with accompanying head shakes, and a few hissed “yes girl!”s as you passed people. You saw Kara & Tenley over by the snack table, both sporting giant grins, who as soon as they caught your eye held up a cocktail napkin in each hand like Olympic judges- at least they gave you four 10.00s. You were almost there when Santa, who was in fact Ernie from Accounting, walked by and said “Ooooo! Someone’s on the naughty list now!” …and you could have sworn Brandon from IT high fived Ayno who simply continued strutting along unfazed, with a cat-that-ate-the-canary smirk on his face.

You finally reached the coat check, and Ayno handed the pimple-faced college age clerk the ticket. He returned a moment later with your coat and bag, looked at Ayno and said, “Well at least I don’t have to ask if you two enjoyed the party.” You snatched your bag from him and pushed your way out onto the freezing sidewalk, making a beeline for your car. A moment later, you heard Ayno’s laughter as he ran up behind you and threw your coat around your shoulders before sweeping you up into his arms and carrying you the rest of the way.

 *          *          *

When you got out of the shower, Ayno was lounging on the bed shirtless in a pair of pajama pants. The intense gaze had never left his eyes, so you avoided it by heading to the mirror to comb out your hair. You were about three strokes in when you felt yourself being pulled backwards around the waist. Looking down you saw the red energy rope that was dragging you to your demon’s waiting arms. As soon as you got there, he pulled you against him and the ropes wrapped around the two of you, binding you together. You remembered that struggling would make them tighter, so decided to just enjoy the feeling of being forced against him without escape. The intense look in his eyes was now accompanied by an arched eyebrow. He knew your mind was busy. He was waiting.

You sighed. “I’m sorry about tonight. I know I ruined the party for you…I get so nervous & stressed about things like this… I feel like I keep questioning you Ayno, and it’s not fair. Never once have you not been perfectly clear about your desires, feelings or intentions. So, no more – it’s not your fault I’m being insecure. I apologize for treating you this way, and I will do better.”

Ayno smiled and pressed his lips to your forehead. “I am not upset. I understand. The reality of me challenges everything mortals assume demons to be. We are all supposed to be ugly, deceitful minions of evil, not humanoid in appearance and capable of honesty and feelings. This is not about you or me – it is about whoever damaged your heart before I came. Your questioning comes from fear- the fear that you will experience the same pain again. I am used to this. Do you think I am summoned by people who feel secure and happy and loved? Quite the opposite. I am called to fill a void, and my temporary nature makes me ‘safe’. I told you, I will take good care of you and I will not hurt you. I promise this. You may doubt all you wish. I will just keep explaining it to you over and over and over until you know”, he said kissing your cheeks gently as he finished.

You kissed him deeply before meeting his eyes. “I already know Ayno. But I’m happy to let you remind me as often as possible.”

And with that, Ayno turned out the lights, and reminded you again.

[zuhohmygod]

Cuddle Party(VAV~OT7)

Chunghyeop got out of the shower and started to dry off. As he got dressed he started to hear the voices of the other members. It sounded like they were arguing. Over what he had no idea. He pulled his shirt over his head and grabbed the towel as he opened the door. He grabbed the clothes from before and walked to his room and put them in the hamper. He walked towards the living room as he finished drying his hair. 

“I’m telling you if we do it this way it’ll be so much comfier.” A voice said. 

“If we do it that way then we can’t all sit together Heejun.” Another voice, that he recognized as Hosung, said.

“What is going on?” Chunghyeop asked as he stopped drying his hair and looked at the two.

They were standing in front of what looked like the starts of a giant fort made out of blankets, pillows and the couch cushions. He smiled slightly before he looked back up at the two.

“Well we were hoping this would be ready before you got out of the shower but Heejun won’t let me build the fort so we can all sit together.” Hosung said as he looked at Chunghyeop. 

“And I’m telling you that if you do it my way everyone will be super comfy.” Heejun said as he glared at Hosung.

“Why not build it to where everyone will be comfortable but we can still sit together. There has to be a way to do that.” Chunghyeop said as he started to dry his hair off again. 

The two just looked down at the ground before thanking him and turning around and working on the fort again. Chunghyeop smiled at them and walked into the kitchen where he found Geumhyuk and Peng getting snacks ready. He smiled as Geumhyuk turned around to smile at him.

“Did they finally stop arguing?” Geumhyuk asked as he started to work on the food again. 

“I had to help them figure it out but yes they stopped.” Chunghyeop said as he stopped rubbing at his head. His hair was still pretty wet but he’ll leave it for now.

He heard someone walk up behind him before he felt arms wrap around his waist and felt a head rest on his shoulder. He turned his head to find out who it was just to find Yoonho looking back at him. He smiled and quickly kissed Yoonho before turning back to look at the other two. 

“What’s Wooyoung doing?” He asked as he gently removed Yoonho’s arms so he could walk closer. 

“I think he’s in his room but I don’t know what he’s doing.” Yoonho said as he pouted slightly at the loss of Chunghyeop. 

“I’ll go get him.” Was all Peng said before he was walking out of the kitchen and down the hall. 

“Can I dry your hair off the rest of the way Hyung?” Yoonho asked as he walked over to Chunghyeop again. 

“Sure. I don’t like watching you pout.” Chunghyeop said as he handed Yoonho the towel. 

“Why does Yoonho-hyung get to dry your hair?” Heejun said as he walked into the kitchen. 

“Because I was here and asked first.” Yoonho said as he stuck his tongue out at Heejun and started to dry Chunghyeop’s hair. 

“Don’t worry Heejun you can dry my hair next time I promise.” Chunghyeop said as he smiled at Heejun. 

Heejun smiled and walked over to Geumhyuk so he could help. Just as he started to help Peng walked back in with Wooyoung in tow. Wooyoung looked like he was sleeping by the way his hair was a little messed up and he was rubbing at his eyes with his free hand. 

“Were you asleep Wooyoung?” Geumhyuk asked as he wiped off his hands. 

“A little bit.” He said as he walked over and hugged Geumhyuk before hugging Heejun from behind and staying there. 

“I’m sorry to wake you Hyung.” Peng said as he looked down at the ground a little sad. 

“It’s fine Peng, I promise. I was going to need to be woken up soon anyway.” He said as he smiled and walked back over to Peng and hugging him.

Chunghyeop felt Yoonho stop rubbing the towel on his head and turned to look at him.

“Your hair is all dry now. I’ll go put the towel away.” He said as he smiled and stood up. 

“Well all the snacks are done so how about we head into the living room now?” Geumhyuk said and watched as everyone nodded. 

Peng pulled Wooyoung with him by the hand and Geumhyuk helped Heejun carry the snacks out as Chunghyeop followed them. When he got out of the kitchen he was greeted with the sight of Peng and Hosung cuddled up with Wooyoung in between them. He smiled and watched as Geumhyuk and Heejun set the snack down and proceeded to get comfortable among all of the blankets and pillows. Chunghyeop smiled as he got comfortable on the other side of Hosung and watched as Yoonho walked back into the living room. He patted the spot next to him and watched as Yoonho’s face lit up as he quickly walked over and started to cuddle with Chunghyeop. 

“Everyone comfortable?” Chunghyeop asked as he looked at everyone with a smile. 

He was greeted with a couple of yes’s and head nods but he got no answer from Wooyoung. He looked at him to find him on the verge of sleep again as he was cuddled by two of the tallest and had Hosung’s hand combing through his hair. He smiled as he leaned over Hosung, against Yoonho’s protest, and kissed the top of Wooyoung’s head and watched him smile sleepily. He looked over at the other two to find Heejun and Geumhyuk cuddling with huge smiles on their faces. Once he was sure everyone was comfortable he grabbed the remote and clicked play on the movie that Hosung set up before settling in against Yoonho again.

Just as the movie was getting close to the end they all were falling asleep. Somehow they all ended up moving so they could all cuddle together around a sleeping Wooyoung. Chunghyeop smiled as he felt sleep take him and was surrounded by his boyfriends. 

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I felt the need to write VAV cuddling together so here we are! I have no idea how long this is but I hope it all makes sense. I finished this in an hour and it is now 11 at night for me. Please let me know if you find any mistakes in here. I hope you all like it. Feel free to request a story of your own.~Luna

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#3 for Ayno

3.  “You don’t need a puppy when you have me.”

“You don’t need a puppy when you have me.” You laughed as he complained.

“Babe, you can’t be here all the time.” You stressed. “It’d be nice to have something here to keep me company while you’re gone.” You smiled at him.

“But I’m your puppy.” He pouted.

“You’re right, and you’ll always be my puppy. I want a dog or a cat, something that will show me affection while you’re gone on tour or busy.” His pout continued.

“Fine.” His pout still hadn’t let up. “But aren’t you allergic to cats?”

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Bewitched

➵ VAV: (warlock) Ayno x fem. reader / one shot, warlock AU, college AU / fluff

➵ warnings: none

➵ word count: 3k

➵ series: Baron, Ayno, St. Van, Ziu, Lou, Ace

To say your research partner is eccentric might be a bit of an understatement.

He sports at least one new hair color every week, snacks raw Ramen noodles  and often takes his pet snake to lectures (he has showed you Baem only once so far, simply opening his backpack and saying: look, I've brought my roomie with me today. You still think you should have gotten an award for not screaming out loud in the middle of the lecture).

Still, Ayno is pretty fun to work with and you're actually making good time; your project isn't due for another two weeks but you're almost finished - most of which must be credited to Ayno, who might be just as intelligent as eccentric.

Thanks to making such good time, you promise some of your close friends to come to their annual Halloween party this weekend, even though you should probably be using the free evening for one of your other college projects (but one evening won't hurt anyone, right?). You're actually thinking about asking Ayno if he wants to tag along - he's fun to be around and you've grown quite close these past weeks. And you might or might not have a slight crush on the handsome man, who’s sporting blond hair this week.

The first time you two had met up (not counting your weekly meetings for your research project of course), was to binge-watched both seasons of the Sabrina reboot in one sitting (Ayno laughing during the weirdest scenes, shaking his head but not giving you any answers when you asked what was so funny to him). You had also tried cooking dinner together once - which might or might not have resulted in an evacuated building thanks to all the smoke coming out of your oven, activating the fire alarm. By now, visits to the local cinema just around the corner of your campus have become part of both your weekly schedules, mostly thanks to your shared taste in silly movies. 

Almost two months into knowing each other, you begin to notice Ayno‘s lingering glances, or how his hands touch you more than necessary - pulling you with him to get the best seats in the cinema, holding the door open and gently pushing you through, his hand staying on the small of your back; sometimes even tucking a strand of hair back behind your ear. These sweet, simple gestures make your heart flutter, make you hope for more. 

Ayno is absent during all lectures this week and even misses your previously set-up meetings. At first you are worried, but when you’re unable to reach him via text and he doesn’t even answer any of your calls, your worry quickly turns into hot, fuming anger. You can’t believe he’s actually ghosting you - not even considering your friendship (which, apparently, isn’t important to him at all), you were also making such good time with your project! And now you don’t even know if you’ll be able to go to the Halloween party tomorrow. You were really looking forward to dress up as a witch this Saturday, looking forward to Harry's (very strong) punch, to dance through the night and simply have some fun (with Ayno, but no one needs to know that). But no, he just had to go AWOL, leaving you alone with that damned project.

On Friday evening, you‘ve had enough. Storming across campus towards Ayno’s dorm, you wouldn’t be surprised to see steam coming out of your own ears. Minutes later, you’re standing in front of Ayno's flat, hammering your fist against the door of his shared apartment.

No one answers.

You cross both arms in front of your chest, scowling at the door and kicking it slightly. "This is so stupid. Men are so stupid!", you growl, kicking it again.

"Oh my, what has that poor door done to you?", an amused voice behind you asks. 

You whirl around, still scowling darkly. "The owner of the door, more like it.", you huff, looking at the handsome young man in front of you, taking in his red-dyed hair and dark eyes, "Do you know where he is?"

The man quickly shakes his head. "Nope, sorry. Haven't seen him in a few days now, if I remember correctly - it's also unusually quiet. Normally, you hear all kinds of things: explosions, curses, I think I even heard a cat or something like that screech one time...?"

You raise both eyebrows at this. "Did it ever cross your mind to talk to the landlord about this?"

He just shrugs. "Not really, no. I don't mind, I'm not home that often and I'm a deep sleeper, so it's okay. I also really like Ayno, we often hang out and play video games. His roommate is nice, too. A bit weird maybe - but so is Ayno, I guess."

"Mhm.", you only make, leaning against Ayno's front door and closing your eyes. You have the feeling the young man is telling you all of this to calm you down. It’s working quite well, even though you're still seriously bummed out by this turn of events.

"Uh... I could, I don't know, text you, when I see him again? That way you'll know when he's back.", the young man suggests a bit shyly, scratching his head.

You consider his offer for a few seconds, before finally nodding. "That would be awesome. I’ll give you my number." You hold out your hand, take his phone and quickly save your name and number, before giving it back to him.

"Well, Y/N, I'll text you as soon as I spot Ayno. I'm Ziu by the way.", he says, smiling one last time before unlocking the door right besides Ayno's.

"Thanks, Ziu. I'll see you around." With that, you take your leave.

It’s Saturday evening and you're just trying to finish your (seriously frustrating) winged liner, trying to give your witchy make-up and outfit the last finishing touches, when Ziu’s promised text arrives:

You snort when you read his message, quickly opening it and typing away:

With that, you hurriedly finish your make-up, snatch your purse and pull on your dark coat and boots. Seconds later, you've already left your dorm and are pretty much sprinting towards Ayno's flat.

Thanks to that, you're out of breath when you reach the building, giving yourself  a few seconds to calm down. You quickly take the lift to the sixth floor, stepping into the dimly lit hallway. Ziu stands in front of Ayno's door, looking like he would actually try to fight the slightly older man should he try to leave the apartment again. You snort at the picture, shaking your head.

When Ziu spots you, he waves excitedly. "Hey Angry Gir- uh, Angry Witch now, I guess. He's still in there!", he stage-whispers when you come closer.

"Thanks, Red Eagle. I'll take it from here.", you answer gravely, before playfully winking at him. He gives you the thumbs up, before quickly retracting into his own apartment. You smile slightly - he reminds you a bit of an overexcited puppy.

You take a last deep breath before knocking on Ayno's front door. You immediately hear footsteps on the other side, but still, no one opens the door. You knock again, louder this time.

"Ayno, I know you're in there! Open the damn door or so God will help me-"

The door flies open before you’re able to finish your sentence, a second later your research partner has already pulled you inside, quickly shutting the door behind you.

You stare at him, surprise written all over your face. "Your hair is pink!", you blurt out, mentally kicking yourself.

You're not here to look at his hair, you're here to tell him off for ghosting you!

Even though the bright hair color looks really good on him.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, it is.", he answers a bit distracted, twirling a few strands of his freshly dyed hair around one finger, "What... What are you doing here?"

His eyes dart around, looking at the door, at the ceiling, at the floor - never at you though.

"What do you mean, what am I doing here? I'm here to ask you where you were these last few days! Why you didn't bother to text me or call me or contact me in any way! I'm really angry at you right now.", you spit out, crossing your arms and scowling at him. 

He sighs deeply, finally looking at you. His eyes widen when he takes in your costume. "Why are you dressed like that?", he asks perplexed, actually taking a step back.

You look at him in an incredulous manner, taking off the witches hat nevertheless. "It's just for a Halloween party. And I don't know why that matters right now! You still owe me an explanation. Where were you?!"  

"Uhh..." He just stares at you, apparently unable to come up with a satisfactory reply.

Before you can continue telling him off, a door leading into the flat's hallway opens. A purple-haired man (seriously, what’s up with these bright hair colors nowadays?! ... not that you’re complaining) looks at Ayno and you, both eyebrows raised and a small smirk on his lips. "Just tell her and stop fussing around. By God, it won't be the end of the world.", he says, winking at you.

Ayno whips around, glaring at the other man. "Thanks for the advice, Dawon.", he replies venomously. The other man just shrugs before closing his door again. Seconds later, you hear loud music blasting from the room.

Ayno shakes his head, sighs again and takes your hand to pull you with him. He opens another door, gently pushing you inside.

You guess you're in his room now, it's just as messy as you thought it would be: clothes are strewn all over the place - on the bed, on the floor and on his chair; tons of notes as well as some old looking, leather-bound books are scattered on his desk and floor. Dark curtains are currently drawn together, the only source of light coming from Baem's terrarium standing on Ayno's dresser. It smells faintly of gunpowder and something else that burns your nose. Something like sulfur, maybe? Even though you don’t know why Ayno would have sulfur in his room.

"Well, now I finally know why you never wanted me to come over to your place.", you murmur, a small smile on your lips. While Ayno's room is complete chaos, yours is the exact opposite - but still, you don't really mind this mess. Ayno seems to have some kind of system behind his chaos (well, maybe except for his clothes, you guess).

The tall man beside you smiles sheepishly. "Uh, yeah, sorry about that. I swear it doesn't always look like this."

"THAT'S A COMPLETE LIE!", Dawon yells from across the hallway - you have no idea how he was able to hear his roommate, the loud music still blasting through the flat.

"BE QUIET, DAWON!" With that, Ayno quickly shuts the door, scratching his head when he turns to you, "I guess I owe you an explanation."

"Yep.", you simply say, sitting down on his bed and gazing at him with curious eyes.

He leans against his desk, crossing both arms in front of his chest. The way he looks at you makes your heart flutter, but you try to ignore it.

"As you know, it's Halloween.", he begins and you nod, "And, uh... That's actually a time where my Cove-... uh, my family? Yeah, my family has a kind of... uh, meeting. So that's where I was."

You blink a few times. "That's your explanation? You better be kidding."

"I'm not! There was no wifi and no reception and-"

"Ayno, even if that was the case... you could have just told me beforehand?"

He looks at you with big puppy eyes. "I... could have told you beforehand. That's... that’s absolutely right, yeah."

You pinch the bridge of your nose, sighing deeply. "What kind of family meeting, anyway? Is everything okay?”

He shifts uncomfortably, shrugging a bit. "Yup, it was just... about family stuff."

"Well, thanks for clearing this up, then.", you finally snap, standing up and turning to leave, but before you can to reach the door, Ayno quickly grabs your arm and turns you around to face him. He gazes at you with something like uncertainty in his eyes, biting his lip. You raise one eyebrow in a silent challenge.

"Tell me or I'm leaving."

"Iamawarlock."

You say those things simultaneously, which explains why you need a few seconds to register what he’s just told you.

"You're a what?!

"I'm a wizard, ‘arry.", he jokes in a terrible attempt at a Scottish accent, but when he sees your shocked and more than serious expression, his smile falters, "Uh, yeah, so... I'm a warlock."

"You're a warlock."

"Yep."

You feel like your world has just turned upside down, like earth itself has shifted beneath you.

You also feel like you should definitely sit down immediately or else you'll just faint.

"Y/N, y- you look a bit pale. Are you okay?", Ayno asks nervously, still holding your arm.

"I think I... I need a second.", you say quietly, letting yourself be led towards his bed. There, you take a few deep breaths.

"Do you want some water? Or some... I don't know, whiskey?"

You glare at the handsome man in front of you, who smiles apologetically. "Sorry, sorry. This is a bit of a strange situation for me as well."

You push a few strands of hair back behind your ear, noticing how your hand trembles.

There are exactly two possibilities: either your research partner is batshit crazy or he is actually telling the truth.

Obviously, the only logical explanation should be that he really is crazy.

... But if such things as warlocks really do exist... well, Ayno would definitely fit your image of one.

"Y/N? Can you please say something? Anything, really?"

You look up and right into the worried face of your research partner - who has become your friend these last few weeks.

Who has also become your crush.

Who looks at you with complete trust, his face displaying nothing but the truth.

"Strangely enough, I think I believe you.", you finally answer, squeezing your hands together in an attempt to stop them from shaking.

His smile is blindingly bright when he falls on his knees in front of you. "Really? You do? So, Dawon really was right all this time.", he whispers, taking your hands in his.

"I ALWAYS AM!"

You jump, looking around in search of Ayno's roommate - it sounded as if he was right there in the room with you.

"Where-"

"Unbelievable.", Ayno interrupts your question, making a weird and kind of dramatic hand gesture, shaking his hand, "That should teach him a lesson."

A second later, you hear a loud bang followed by an even louder yell.

"UNNECCESSARY VIOLENCE!"

Ayno giggles, before gazing back at you. "Sorry, Dawon's just really nosy sometimes. But I think he'll stop listen in on us now."

You're not quite sure you want to know what he just did to his roommate, so you just stay quiet.

"Y/N? Are you okay?", Ayno asks softly, reaching out to touch your cheek, before thinking better of it and quickly snatching his hand back. For a second, he just gazes at it like it doesn't even belong to him, like it has a mind of its own.

"Yeah. I just... uh. Don't know what to think about all this, to be honest. Doesn't this change everything?", you ask in a small voice. You have so many questions - is Dawon a warlock as well? Are all stories true? Do werewolves and vampires and demons and angels and and and ... really exist? But apparently, you're not quite able to process all of that right now. You can only gaze at your research partner, your friend, your crush - fearing that nothing will ever be the same again.

He quickly shakes his head. "No, it doesn't. I'm still me - I just have some pretty cool abilities and that's it."

"Some pretty cool abilities...", you repeat, trying to cope with all the new information.

"Y/N. Please, I'm serious. I'm still me. I still suck at cooking, but so do you. I still love going to the cinema with you, because I enjoy watching your over the top reactions to everything. I still want to finish that damn research project with you, getting us a high - or even better, the highest grade. And I still really want to finally take you on a date. I still really want to kiss you.", he almost whispers the last part, but you hear it nevertheless.

You can't help but smile at the slightly nervous yet hopeful expression on his face. It should be illegal to look this cute and hot at the same time, you think.

You take a deep breath and try to push any thoughts concerning the supernatural world aside. Right now, there are more important things to consider - for example, how bewitched you are with your eccentric, intelligent and absolutely lovable research partner. You notice you actually don’t mind him being a warlock - because he is absolutely right, it doesn't really change anything between you. So, you quickly make a decision.  

"Well, I have one condition.", you finally answer, smirking slightly.

Ayno nods eagerly, his dark eyes locking with yours.

You lean forward. "Don't you dare turn me into a frog whenever we're fighting."

He snorts and closes the last few centimeters between you, gently nuzzling his nose against yours.

"Mhm, I think I can accept that condition.", he softly murmurs against your lips, before finally kissing you.

You guess all your burning questions can wait for another day.

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