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005 | the morning after

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I can't stop and look the other way 'Cause I know what could be, babe And you never feel the same You'd be thinkin' 'bout it every day Don't believe in fairytales, but we got our fantasies

🎧: you right - Doja Cat

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pairings: ot8 x f!reader

w.c : 8.4k ( sorry for any errors)

cw: mature, ,minors do not interact, nsfw, reader is afab, slow burn, polyamory, smut , peeping Tom! Wooyoung, masturbation, footjob, footsies, edging, some fluff ig, orgasm denial

REMINDER: my works do not represent the irl members in any way, this is purely a work of FICTION.

a/n : CHAPTER 5! I FINALLY WROTE A VERSION OF CHAPTER 5 that I LIKE!!! Sorry for the long wait. I really hope this chapter doesn't disappoint. I AWAIT YOUR REACTIONS HEHEH. make sure to leave comments about your thoughts and reactions! You can do this in my askbox too huhu!

DO NOT REPOST, TRANSLATE, PLAGIARISE, OR OTHERWISE REPURPOSE ANY OF MY WORK HERE. I DO NOT NOR WILL ALLOW IT.

Seonghwa flinched at the clanging of pots and pans in the kitchen. He couldn’t even sip his morning coffee at the clamor in the kitchen, the usual cozy peace he had before everyone else woke up was disrupted. Usually, the chef was quiet, gilding around the kitchen with ease as he made breakfast for the crew.

But today, he was…off.

Seonghwa placed his coffee mug back on the dining table before turning his gaze to the kitchen, seeing the cause of the noise appearing frustrated yet spaced out at the same time. Some kind of weird autopilot.

What was up with him?

Usually, the vice-captain would ask what’s wrong but Wooyoung’s knitted brows and expression of deep yet stressful contemplation made him believe it was best to just observe him and figure it out for himself. If Wooyoung was troubled, he knew that he could always come to any of them.

When the other members gathered except for you and Yeosang, they too quickly noticed the change in mood of their playful, energetic chef.

“What’s up with him?” Jongho asked, frowning as Wooyoung hissed when he held the skillet the wrong way. He’s never this reckless in his domain, his sacred kitchen.

Seonghwa only sighed in response, crossing his legs with poise and shaking his head.

Yunho, the gentle soul that he was still decided to check on Wooyoung, hopefully, his calm gleeful energy could make the younger member feel better.

“You okay there, Woo?” He called over from the table.

Not looking up from the pans on the stove, he responded, more like muttered his response. “M’fine.”

What a lie. He wasn’t fine they all could catch the vibe from him.

They all exchanged glances and kept their mouths shut, letting Wooyoung serve this morning's breakfast while the rest of them carried on as if nothing was wrong.

“Go on,” Wooyoung huffed, taking his seat at the table and picking up a fork. “Eat up.”

Was all he said to them and nothing more. He was quiet but he listened to their conversation, Mingi stared at him long wondering what exactly it was that was bothering him.

“Morning,” Yeosang’s deep voice chimed warmly. Wooyoung didn’t raise his head at his best friend’s voice and Hongjoong narrowed his eyes a little at his lack of interaction.

Right after his arrival, Jongho let out a low whistle as the last person to arrive at the dining table finally appeared.

“You look very pretty this morning, princess.” Jongho complimented, drinking in your delightful appearance. “That’s a new number I haven’t seen before.”

San glanced at Wooyoung sat beside him who was staring really hard into his bowl of fried rice.

“She looks good enough to eat,” Mingi tilted his head, getting a good look at his baby

“Thank Yeosang for the new set.” You giggled, sauntering in with a subtle sway of your hips, knowing your lovers were enjoying your morning look.

Wooyoung, unable to hold back from looking your way, took a small peek, the promise of this ‘new set’ tempting him too easily.

The moment he did, he wished he hadn’t.

You walked to his kitchen to get yourself a cup of coffee in a new silk slip with thin straps. Different from the night before. The hem of the dress was short, way above mid-thigh, and tastefully stopping before where your thigh and ass meet. It was lined with white lace lilies that complimented the periwinkle silk. The straps were thin and he remembered the way they fell off your shoulders last night. Flowing as you stride past them was a sheer white lace robe, draped over your shoulders and floating dreamily with your movements.

Like all the men on that table, they all watched you as you poured yourself a cup of coffee, admiring the teasing view of your backside.

“Thanks, Yeosang.” Mingi bit his lip, eying the curve of your ass covered by the pretty silk.

Wooyoung immediately looked away and continued to eat blankly as you joined the table, sitting across from him.

How lucky was he?

Mingi draped his arm on the back of your chair as if to mark his territory to Wooyoung, unaware that he had seen you and Yeosang fucking last night.

“You look very beautiful, dove.” Seonghwa smiled softly and you could see how his eyes were blown with desire as he took in your lingerie-clad body.

“She looks like a bride the morning after her honeymoon,” Yunho joked, eying your exposed collarbones and the lace that lined the low neckline of the silk dress.

“Don’t give Mingi any ideas,” Jongho tutted, taking a bite of his meal and looking around the table, stopping at San who looked at you intensely. “Hey, San, snap out of it. I’m going to beat all of you to it.” He challenged them with confidence.

“Shut the f—,” Mingi was about to cuss the youngest out in banter but Hongjoong cut him off.

“When did you get her that, Yeosang?”

“When we stopped at Jupiter. It’s from a boutique that creates lingerie pieces for noblewomen, and princesses and provides the finest silk for the Queen Mother’s dresses.”

Wooyoung gripped his fork tight. The silk was from his home planet? He knows of the boutique Yeosang talked about and he knew how that expensive fabric felt in his fingers. He wondered how it would feel if he had the chance to caress your curves and feel the silk that kissed your skin.

“I told Yeosang I don’t need such things but he insists on his gift.” You leaned your head against Mingi.

“His gift to you is my gift,” The gunner grinned, placing a hand on your bare thigh and creeping it up high and so dangerously close to your heat, his smirk only grew when you didn’t stop him. Before he could feel what he hoped was a matching pair of silk underwear, you tapped his hand away, the big man pouting his full lips.

“Behave.” You told him before feeling San’s gaze on you. Your heart melted at the longing look in his eyes, round and sparkling. You smiled softly at him and let the slipper on your right foot slip off before running it along San’s calves, his ears immediately turning pink as he looked at you wide-eyed.

Biting the inside of your cheek, you turned your attention to Wooyoung, who was very quiet.

“Morning, Woo.”

Wooyoung clenched his jaw. His name sounded even sweeter on your tongue today.

“Uh, morning.” He managed to say only giving you a quick glance and a smile which made you pout a little.

He couldn’t look you in the eye. Did he feel that guilty? About last night? Maybe you should confront him… like Yeosang said.

“Yeo?”

“Yes, my love?”

You raised your cheek from the warm chest it had rested upon. You had been listening to his heartbeat while he combed his fingers through your hair and petted you gently.

“Wooyoung…” you murmured softly, completely relaxed on top of him while his other hand traced the curve of your back.

“I just made love to you and you’re thinking of Wooyoung?” He jested, pinching your side.

“It’s not that…” you softly tapped his chest at his teasing. “He saw us.”

Yeosang was silent for a bit but was quick to reply with such nonchalance. “And?”

“He saw us.” You looked him in the eyes unable to stop the urge to trace your fingers along his pretty jaw. “He was touching himself to us.” The image of Wooyoung by the door, lips parted and panting quietly, his eyes hazy as he looked at you with such want, flashed before your mind.

“Oh? He was?” His tone was straight, unbothered by the fact.

“You never mentioned that he was a little pervert.”

“I thought your interaction in the club told you that already. He was coming onto you very strong. Bill after bill to see the heaven between your thighs.”

“Fair enough.” You chuckled, kissing the tip of his gorgeous nose. “He doesn’t know…doesn’t he?”

“Apparently not.” Yeosang kept his eyes on your face as if he was looking upon you for the very first time and was marveling at the beauty before him. “But he has picked up on the way we all look at you.”

“And what way is that?” You cupped his cheek, your thumb caressing his cheekbone while looking into his pretty bright eyes.

Yeosang sighed deeply with a smile that could win anyone's heart even the Gods perhaps. He wrapped his arms around you and you melted against him, your cheek pressed once more to his chest as he kissed your forehead. He didn’t have to say it for you to know.

“What do we do about Woo?” You murmured after a comfy pause.

“He’s very much attracted to you, my love. Wooyoung, despite his playful flirtatious nature and his very…colorful sexual escapades. He never ever pursues nor beds a woman who is taken. It’s a rule of his.” Yeosang explained, cuddling you, the soft sheets kissing your naked skin. “But if the woman lies that she isn’t taken, that’s not on him.”

You only hummed at the piece of information about his best friend. Wooyoung’s rule was fair enough.

“Since he was the son of a Duke, he had more freedom than I had. Whenever I’d visit, the young maids in the Jung manor changed with each return.”

You made a face, one that made the former Prince smile fondly. “It’s because he was…”

“Messing around with them, yes.” Yeosang chuckled at the memory. “One time, I had caught him in our palace grounds stables getting head from one of my mother’s handmaidens.”

“And were you some Casanova back in the day too?” You traced the line between his pecs.

“I’ve had my fair share of experiences in masquerades or in empty rooms at official balls. Nothing serious.”

“Nothing serious,” you rolled your eyes a little. “You’re only saying that because it’s what you think I might want to hear.”

“Oh darling,” he pouted his lips in jest before kissing your forehead, his hand never ceasing its caress on your naked back. “Are you jealous?”

Yeosang watched as your brows furrowed and your lips pursed. It was cute and he knew you were just going to try to deny it.

“Maybe….just a little.”

“I was jealous of you and San once.” He confessed, wanting to wipe away your anxiety masked by jealousy.

“W-what why?” You blinked up at him.

“Because you were each other’s firsts. Even though San confessed after you and Mingi got together. He was still your first. First hug. First kiss. Oh, and you’re very first.”

Your eyes widened and you immediately felt heat bloom in your cheeks. “San told you?” You murmured shyly, remembering that time. Both of you only had each other at that time and in that mission, you both believed you were going to die. Consumed with unspoken desire and love that was hidden from each other verbally, you two had gotten intimate, letting actions and your bodies express what you both felt.

“San has loved you the longest, my darling. It just took him a while and you and Mingi being together to finally get him to say it.”

Your heart felt full. It felt as if it was going to explode with all the emotions and love you had for them. “I love you, Yeosang.” You said softly, looking him in his angelic eyes. “I love all of you so very much.”

“Though all of us have our own ways of showing it, we love you too. I love you.”

You kissed his soft lips and he kissed you back, sealing the romantic moment you two shared. You giggled as you pulled away.

“Now back to our Wooyoung,” Yeosang thought of his best friend.

“Our?” You raised a brow.

“He wants you, darling.”

“Sure he wants me but he’s not mine nor am I his like I’m yours and you’re mine. He probably only wants to fuck.”

“And you’re not opposed to the idea?”

You paused, thinking of your answer even though you immediately wanted to say no, you just didn’t want to seem too eager. But you didn’t have to hide from Yeosang. Never had to.

“No, I’m not…” you sighed, feeling a little guilty as you thought about your lovers. All of them. “It’s not that all of you aren’t enough—

“I know darling,” he stopped you before you could worry and spiral. “We all have noticed the way Wooyoung acts around you. In fact, the night you returned and you and Mingi…retired for the evening, the rest of us stayed back to discuss Wooyoung when he went to bed. Assuming he did go to bed and didn’t watch you and Mingi have sex.”

You made a mental note to ask the peeping Tom if he did see you that first night before continuing to listen to Yeosang’s pretty voice.

“Wooyoung saw us and he doesn’t know that we are all your lovers.”

“God, he must think I’m cheating on Mingi or something.” You huffed, rolling off of Yeosang to lie on your back. "Or that I'm some whor-"

Yeosang shushed you shaking his head. It would hurt him deeply if that was the way you thought of yourself.

“You could either confront him and ask him what he wants from you.”

“Very straightforward,” You narrowed your eyes at him. “But your smile is telling me there is another option.”

“Or…”Yeosang grinned, propping himself to crawl on top of you, his dark locks of hair framing his handsome face. He slotted his hips between your legs as he leaned down to kiss along your collarbones while his hands caressed your sides, the silk beneath his palms smooth against your skin.“You can have some fun keeping him on his toes."

Pausing your little innocent footsie play with San, who frowned when you stopped, you decided to turn your attention to the man sitting across from you, next to your pouting lover.

Maybe giving him a hint and teasing him a bit would reassure him that you didn’t hate him or anything…and maybe push him to finally confront you or take action with his attraction for you.

“We’ll be arriving in Gevora by the morrow. As I’ve discussed with Y/N, one of the pieces of the Cromer, we’ve found out, is going to be auctioned.” Hongjoong was speaking to you as you raise your coffee cup to your lips while gliding your foot up Wooyoung’s calf. “It’s a highly private auction with wealthy attendees which also means it’s definitely—,”

“Illegal.” Jongho finished for the Captain, clicking his tongue as all of it made sense. “So what’s the plan?”

Wooyoung tensed visibly, his other leg jumping at your sudden touch, his knee banging against the underside of the table.

“You okay, Woo?” Jongho asked, raising a brow at the wide-eyed former noble.

Wooyoung finally met your gaze as they all stared at him. He was met with such a neutral expression from you as if you weren’t running your foot up his leg in a way that made shivers run down his spine and send heat straight to his groin.

“U-uh I’m fine…” he was trying to remain composed while he screamed in his head at what on earth you were doing. “Just lost in thought.” He played it off, earning a very subtle smile of approval from you as you sipped your coffee so casually.

“So what’s your plan, Captain?” You took the boys' attention from him, Hongjoong staring at you with a subtle glint in his eyes at how you effortlessly addressed him with a sultry tone.

“The good ol’ hit ‘em before they know it.” He replied, his eyes locked with yours as he knew that look you had in them all too well. That teasing yet magnetic gaze. You must be in a playful mood today. “San and Jongho will infiltrate the storage area while Y/N and Wooyoung will attend the auction to give San and Jongho enough time to retrieve it.”

“M-me?” Wooyoung stuttered, Hongjoong unaware of how your foot now brushed Woo’s inner thigh. The man in front of you swallowed the lump in his throat. What were you doing? He panicked.

“I’d send Yeosang but the attendees would know his face easily. So you’re Y/N’s lucky partner for the heist.”

“You don’t have to worry much, Woo. San and Jongho will have most of the action if things don’t go south. I’ll lead, and you,” you pressed your foot gently against Wooyoung’s hardening cock, fighting your smile at his somewhat pained yet turned-on expression. “Just follow.”

He bit the inside of his cheek, opting to give a nod of acknowledgment because if he had opened his mouth, he’d risk a very out of place sound at the breakfast table.

“Mingi will be monitoring the perimeter from the building across the venue. Ready to snipe should anyone intercept San or Jongho.”

Hongjoong went on but Wooyoung was struggling to focus. He could hear everything he was saying and he was taking note mentally of all the important details but the way your foot palmed at his painfully hard cock through his sweats was making his head spin. “Yunho will be driving the getaway van and Yeosang will bring his gear with him to hack into the security system in the van."

“And you and Hwa?” You leaned your head on Mingi’s shoulder, pressing just a little more, the perfect amount as you glide your foot against his cock. Wooyoung gripped the fabric of his sweats to ground himself. He tried to meet your eyes but you were conversing with everyone as if you weren’t giving him a fucking footjob between Yeosang and Mingi, and with San next to him.

“Hongjoong and I will take out two guards beforehand and take their uniform so that San and Jongho can easily get in.” Seonghwa answered you. “It should go pretty smoothly but we will act quickly should there be any…unexpected surprises.”

“I just hope I get to see you two in uniform,” you chuckled playfully, thinking of how lovely the sight would be. Despite the two eldest’s left behind military past, they have shared with you the official portraits of their time there. Strikingly handsome those two were. They even gave you the photographs for you to keep after they had noticed how long you stared at them in awe.

“Maybe you will,” Hongjoong smirked, winking at you playfully making you blush and laugh.

Wooyoung wondered how you were able to act like that... all effortless and pretty while you were rubbing his cock under the table. He was fighting back the urge to buck his hips into your foot for more friction. It felt good…so good. He could feel his precum dampening his boxers.

“Baby, eat something while you drink your coffee,” Mingi chided lightly, putting sweet buttered toast on your plate, berries and some cream.

You smiled at the care he was giving you, never ceasing the languid caress you were giving Wooyoung’s hard cock, and turned to Mingi. “Thank you, baby.” You tilted your chin up a little, the bigger man grinning before leaning down to peck you on the lips.

“Get a room.” Jongho fake gagged.

“Gladly,” Mingi smirked and deepened the kiss to irk the youngest even more.

Wooyoung’s cock throbbed at the sight of your plush lips against Mingi’s and the way they moved against his. You were the first to pull away, smiling so sweetly up at Mingi and pinching his cheek.

“I’ll start packing up my gear,” Yeosang announced to the group, taking his empty plate and getting up. He patted your head before discarding his plate in the sink.

“Me too.” Yunho chirped, doing the same as Yeosang.

“You guys can go ahead,” you told Hongjoong and Seonghwa who also were done with their breakfast. “Wooyoung and I will clear up.”

“Thank you, dove.” Seonghwa smiled, stacking his and Hongjoong’s plates before going about their personal schedules and preparation.

“You okay, Woo?” San suddenly asked.

“H-huh?” The man croaked out, his fist clenched tightly out of sight.

“You’re awfully quiet.” He frowned, his cat eyes trying to read his expression. “Are you in pain?”

Mingi and Jongho looked at Wooyoung worriedly while you had the audacity to pout your lips teasingly and bat your lashes at him, still rubbing his cock with your foot making the pressure in the base of his spine tightened further.

“Leg cramp.” Wooyoung shakily replied, forcing a smile. “I-I’ll be fine.”

“If you say so. This is why you should stretch after a workout. I told you ‘cool down’ is important.” San light-heartedly reprimanded, getting up and excusing himself from the breakfast table, leaving you, Woo, Mingi, and Jongho.

“What dress do you plan to wear to the bourgeois auction?” Jongho asked, sipping his coffee.

“I haven’t thought about that yet.” You hummed crossing your arms under your chest which pushed your breasts up and together, that teasing dip of cleavage along with the strokes you gave his cock, making Wooyoung’s head spin.

“How about the navy blue one?” Mingi suggested, playing with your hair as he took the last bites of his breakfast.

“That one’s too short, baby. Not very auction-y.”

“That one’s too flashy.” Jongho agreed. “It’s more of a night out dress. How about that red one?”

You glanced at Wooyoung and noticed how he was trying hard to steady his breaths in a way it was not noticeable by the other two men and you could see a vein in his neck beginning to pop out as his cock throbbed. His brows knitted together and his head was facing his lap, almost looking like he was in deep thought or trying to relax from the pain of his ‘leg cramp’.

He was close. He was so fucking close. Wooyoung hissed as he felt his climax near. All caution was ready to be thrown out the window as he reveled at your touch and the sight of you. Maybe he didn’t fucking care if he came in his boxers. How did Jongho and Mingi not even know what you were up to?

“Ohhh, that red one.” Your touch left him, the pleasure he had been feeling, that tightening sensation at the base of his spine as he got close to release, was ripped away from him.

“Fuck!” Wooyoung exclaimed, fist banging on the table making the two men look at him questioningly at his frustrated cry.

His head was thrown back at the ache of being denied climax. To the two men, it looked as if his leg cramp had gotten worse. Wooyoung leaned his elbows on the table, his hands gripping his hair as he breathed heavily. He looked through the thin curtain of his messy locks over to eyes to look at you. Your glossy lips were upturned slightly, almost tauntingly and your eyes glimmered with mischief, finding entertainment in his predicament.

“Dude, Wooyoung.” Jongho looked at him worriedly and a little confused. “You should get that leg cramp checked with Yunho if it’s that bad.”

“Yeah, we can’t have you pulling a muscle or getting cramps on the mission,” Mingi added. “You both can’t compromise your covers.”

Your legs returned to yourself and you crossed your left over your right. Will Wooyoung finally make a move after this? How far did you need to push him to finally have him confront you? How much self-control does he even have?

“I’m sure he’ll be fine, Mingi. I know you two have some preparations to do for the mission. So go ahead, and I’ll clear up here while Wooyoung…rests.” You told the two men, smiling at them reassuringly.

“But I kinda do wanna get a room with you though,” Mingi murmured, eying you with desire. “Just a little y’know…quickie.”

“I thought you were back to baseline Mingi libido.”

“God.” Jongho groaned getting up and grabbing Mingi by the ear, completely unafraid of the much taller man. “You’re a fucking horn dog man. It may not seem like it outside but it’s 9 am in the fucking morning. Keep your wandering hands to yourself.”

Mingi’s eyes rounded in a childlike way, turning to you as Jongho was dragging him out of the kitchen.

“I’ll just clean up here and you'll have me soon enough.” You blew him a kiss, letting Jongho and his god-like strength pull him away.

You were amused they didn’t catch on…did they really buy the leg cramp?

Once they were out of earshot, you turned to Wooyoung.

He was slumped against his chair, finally letting himself breathe. His heartbeat was pounding in his ears and his whole body was hot with need. Struggling to compose himself, he looked at you.

His eyes had a hazy look in them, it was the same gaze you saw last night. His pupils were blown with lust, his cheeks were flushed and his lips parted as he softly panted.

Wooyoung stared. He blinked a couple of times to make his eyes focus on you. A part of him was annoyed that you just looked so neutral as if everything was okay. You had that small smile on your lips whenever you two spoke and that gentle captivating gaze that made one feel that what they had to say was very important to you. But right now, that gentle demure look taunted him.

“Your leg cramp must be really bad,” you finally spoke. “You should relax, Woo.” You got up and started to stack the empty plates on one another. “I’ll go put these in the sink and wash them, okay?” You smiled sweetly, reaching across the table to get his plate as well, knowing that it would the man a view of your breasts against the lace lingerie when you dipped forward. Will he finally snap?

While you walked over to the kitchen, Wooyoung glanced down at his lap, his painfully hard cock creating a tent in his cotton sweats. He was irritated. You had the fucking audacity to smile and act as if nothing happened? After whatever the fuck you just pulled?

You observed him from the kitchen, waiting for him to make his move but the man just sat there. Rolling your eyes, you made your way to him, the soft patter of your feet on the cold floor not making him look at you.

You’ll make him look at you.

“Hey.”

Wooyoung let out a shaky breath as something soft and warm pressed against his throbbing cock, ripping him from his thoughts and making him aware of the body perched on his lap. His eyes were wide as he met yours, confusion and surprise in them when you rested your hands on his shoulders.

“Look at me.” You whispered, running a gentle trail down the back of his neck.

“What are you—,” he started to say, trying to ignore the fact you were straddling his lap with your panty-clad pussy pressed against his cock.

“It hurts doesn’t it?” You took one of his hands, bringing it up to your chest and resting it atop your breast, making him cup the soft flesh.

“Why did you do that?” He asked, his other hand gripping your hip, using it to ground himself. His mind was screaming at the sudden closeness. The heat of your body beneath his palm, your sweet scent filling up his senses and the fact you were even touching him was making him want to really feel you, all of you.

“Do what?” You purred, bringing the hand that was on your breast away from your chest and letting his fingertips feel your warm lips.

“You know what I’m talking about Y/N.” He watched your every move, shamefully anticipating what you would do next.

“Do I?” You teased, bringing his thumb to brush your lips and before he could say another word, you took the digit in your mouth, sucking softly at it and swirling your tongue around slowly.

“F-fuck,” Wooyoung muttered breathily. His mind went straight to imagining what it’d be like to have your lips around his cock right now.

You released his thumb with a soft pop, his eyes on your pink lips. “Did you like it?” You asked him, running your hands up his chest.

What were you referring to? The way you were touching him under the table? Cause if he was going to be completely honest, he did like it. He was annoyed that you edged him but he fucking loved it. Or…was it about last night?

“You could’ve gotten caught.” He didn’t move his hands from your hips. A part of him was still unsure whether he should cross the line despite you having acted as if that line didn’t exist.

“Me? I hope you mean you, Woo.” You giggled, tracing his jaw. “Leg cramp? I guess that was believable. I mean the boys bought it. Want me to make it better?” You cooed, slowly rolling your hips forward, dragging your clothed pussy against the length of his cock, earning the reaction you wanted from him.

He shivered and moaned softly.

“I didn’t let you finish, did I?” You kissed his neck, the heat of your lips making his hips buck involuntarily. You clicked your tongue. “Behave, Woo.”

Wooyoung glanced at the doorway, anxious that someone might walk in on you two. Why were you doing this?

“Answer me.” You whispered, your voice sweet like honey as you stopped moving, giving him nothing once more.

“Y-you didn’t.” He breathed out, gripping your hips fighting the urge to guide them against his cock.

“Good boy,” you slowly rolled your hips again, finding yourself growing wet at the hardness of his cock. He was so stiff. Maybe you did feel just a little bit bad that you didn’t let him cum. “But you’re not that good aren’t you?”

“H-huh?” Was all he could manage to say, too distracted and drunk at the feeling of your hips grinding your core unto his cock. The friction sent swift shocks of pleasure throughout his body.

“Don’t act dumb, Woo.” Your soft warm breath was against his ear. His heart pounded strongly in his chest as it dawned on him that you were talking about how you had caught him watching you and Yeosang last night.

Fuck.

This was your way of confronting him about it? Having him wrapped around your finger by turning him on, teasing him to no end, and torturing him with the very thing he wanted most, you.

“I-I’m sorry,” he croaked out, moaning when you licked a stripe along his neck.

“Are you really?” Your voice dipped low, one hand that had been resting on his shoulder moving down to the waistband of his sweats.

“Y/N, we shouldn’t.” In his own head, you two really shouldn’t. “Y-Yeosang—fuck.” You freed his cock from his pants and boxers, his hard length slapping against his stomach.

You bit your lip as you glanced down while you had been kissing along his jaw, the sight of the pink angry and leaking tip making you grow wetter.

“Yes. Me and Yeo.” You softly placed your fingertip on the tip, mouth watering at the precum that was leaking out and spreading the slick substance all over the head of his cock. “You’re a little pervert aren’t you?” You wrapped your hand around his length to have a feel of him. He was hot and heavy within your enclosed palm, and thick. “Did you like watching Yeo fuck me, Woo?”

You squeezed his cock gently, his head following forward and leaning on your chest as he moaned. “I did. Fuck. I did. Y/N please.”

Fuck it. He swore to himself. Fuck it all. He needed to cum, he needed you to do something. Anything. His cock was painfully hard and the unmoving touch of your hand was driving him crazy.

“I like it when you’re honest.” You hummed with a smile, getting up. Wooyoung’s hands gripped your hips in protest, feeling crazed at the thought of you leaving him high and dry again.

But you didn’t leave.

You perched yourself on the edge of the table you cleared on your own. Your hands pressed against the surface behind you, leaning on them.

“If you answer me honestly, I’ll let you cum.” You told him with a smile while batting your pretty lashes at him.

God, he just wanted to fall on his knees and kiss along your leg and worship every part of you.

Wooyoung swallowed thickly as he nodded, wincing a little as the cold draft kissed his bare cock.

“Do you hear me and Mingi fuck?” The first question of your little interrogation.

Maybe if he wasn’t so on edge and horny, he would’ve held back and lied.

Shakily, he answered, “Yes.”

You hummed as you nodded at his response, his eyes widening when you pinched the skirt of your lingerie and hiked it up high, giving him a glimpse of your matching panties.

“Do you touch yourself when you hear us?” Your second question.

“Yes.”

“Show me.”

Without any shame and his eyes focused on you, your magnetic eyes drawing him in your gaze, he wrapped his hand around his cock, an action all too familiar from the fantasizing about you all this time.

You hummed seductively and with his eyes on you, you did what you had done the very first night you two met. You brought your hand to your collarbone, tracing along it, his eyes following before you led them along your shoulder, slowly and agonizingly pushing the thin strap over the edge of your shoulder. The top hem dropped slightly, showing him more of your skin beneath the lingerie, the silk clinging to the curve of your breasts.

His hand moved along his cock, slowly, doing as you said, finding no relief from it at all. Not when you had pressed your cunt against it and wrapped your own hand around him just moments ago.

You licked your lower lip, adoring the sight of Wooyoung touching himself.

“Did you ever watch Mingi and I?” You followed up your next question. “Don’t move your hand too fast. We’re not yet done.”

Wooyoung slowed his hand down, still slumped against his chair but languidly stroking his cock.

“I did.” He admitted quickly, awaiting your next move to award his honesty.

You bunched the fabric of your lingerie to your waist, slowly parting your legs to show him your matching underwear. “When?”

Wooyoung bit his lip at the sight of your clothed cunt. Was your pretty pussy really on his cock a while ago?

He breathed out shakily, the stimulation of his cock in his own hand not enough to make him cum. “The first night you returned on this ship.”

“Get up.” You instructed him. “Come to me.”

Wooyoung let go of his cock and without any thought, walked up to you, now standing between your parted thighs.

You hooked your leg around his waist as you chuckled. “Closer.”

“Y/N…I’m sorry.” He said again, letting your hands guide his in where he could touch you. Despite the situation, he didn’t feel he had the right to touch you as he wanted or as he pleased.

“You must’ve tortured yourself,” you sweetly cooed, placing one of his hands on your hip before cupping his cheek, your thumb caressing his cheekbone. “Just watching from afar. Not able to touch me. Is that what you want? Do you want to touch me too?”

Too? Did you think of him touching you? Has the idea of being with him crossed your mind like his mind did?

Your voice was void of the sternness it had when you had been interrogating him. It was now sweet and inviting, gentle even?

“I’ve been wanting to touch you since the night we first met.” He answered, the very honest reply taking you aback and making your heart skip a beat.

“Oh, Woo,” you murmured softly, bringing closer til the underside of his cock was against your clothed core again. “If you wanted me, you should’ve just said so.”

What did you mean? He couldn't have you in the first place because you were someone else's to hold.

Why was your heart melting so easily for him? You had been sure what you had felt for Wooyoung and what he felt for you was nothing but desire. Just lust. And yet, you were being as sweet as you were with all your lovers.

“Y/N…”He squeezed your hips, his forehead resting atop the crown of your own head, getting a whiff of the scent of your shampoo. He needed to fucking cum. It was taking everything in him right now to not hump his cock against your clothed heat. “Please.”

“I like it when you beg.” You softly whispered before leaning back and propping yourself on your elbows, his eyes raking you up and down your body. “Since you were so honest….” He watched as your hand guided his cock this o where you wanted him.

His breath hitched when you slipped his cock beneath your silk panties, the smooth fabric making him shiver. His cock throbbed when he realized the silk was slightly damp and slick.

“You can’t put it in though.” You told him, guiding the tip of his cock along your slit coating him with your wetness.

Wooyoung stared at where you two were touching. You were moving his cock head between your plush pussy lips and a part of him could’ve died at the way you softly moaned when you circled his tip around your clit.

Was this really happening?

He was snapped from his thoughts when your hand left his cock, your silk panties softly smacking against his length.

His cock was between your silk underwear and your bare heat. Fuck. Was he dreaming? He stared at the shape of his length beneath the fabric. Something about the sight was so sinfully pleasing to his eyes.

Placing his hands over your hips with his thumbs pressing into your inner thighs, he slowly moved his hips forward and back, his cock slotted between your lower lips.

You softly moaned as his length rubbed your clit. Languidly, taking his sweet time and drinking in the sight and feeling of his cock on your pussy, Wooyoung didn’t care that he wasn’t inside you. This was just as good. In fact, better than he could ever imagine.

With his thumb, he pressed his length against you a little bit more, applying pressure on your clit and making you whimper. Fuck. Hearing you like this was better than from afar. His eyes were glued to how his cock pushed against the fabric of your underwear, bulging against it and slowly it became more sheer as his precum and your wetness mixed together.

"Woo,” you moaned so sweetly, gentle strong shocks of pleasure rolling through your body.

He moved his hips a little faster, making your hips wriggle in his hold and moan again. Eventually, the sliding of his cock against your wet folds made soft obscene slick sounds. Only you two could hear it.

“Fuck, you feel so good against me.” Wooyoung groaned softly, his core growing hotter at the fact your cunt was drooling all over his cock. He sped up just a little bit more, making the two of you moan in bliss as your clit got stimulated by his hot and heavy length.

The sight of his pink tip faintly shown through the damp wet patch on your underwear was something he wished he could take a picture of for memory. Wooyoung panted. He wanted you so bad. Every sigh and sound of pleasure from your lips caused by him, made him fall even more for you.

“Don’t hold back, Woo.” You told him, softly yelping when his cock rubbed your clit a certain way making your thighs shake. “I-,” you began shakily, lying back down fully on the table, the delicious feeling of his cock making you fall apart so easily. “I want you to cum.”

“Fuck. Don’t say things like that,” he groaned, rutting his hips at just the right pace.

“Make a mess, Woo. I don’t care.” You bucked your hips upwards wanting to feel your own release.

“Fuck it.” He hissed, continuing to fuck against your panties and cunt surprisingly passionately.

You whimpered and slid your hands over your body, the movement making his eyes snap away briefly from where you two were touching. One of your hands softly wrapped around his wrist while the other cupped and squeezed your right breast. You were driving him crazy.

Wooyoung’s breathing grew erratic as that coil in the base of his spine tightened further and further. The slick wet sounds of your pussy along with your soft whimpers and moans egged him on, and he began to swear under his breath.

He can’t believe this was happening. Your moans grew higher in pitch and breathier.

“Oh my god, Woo, please.” Fuck. You sounded so sweet and perfect begging.

“I’ve got you—f-fuck, fuck, fuck,” he slowly began to lose himself, his hips moving on their own as he chased his release, the increasing speed bringing you close to the edge.

You moaned his name again. Something he thought he would never ever hear. Now that he has, he just knew it was going to haunt him forever til he can have you again.

You cried out as you came, covering your mouth with your hand as you whined at how he was still going, watching his groomed brows knit together and his eyes blink blearily down at you. His hair was a perfect swoop of mess on his head and as he reached his climax, his beautiful jaw tightened while a vein in his neck began to bulge.

He looked so handsome above you and something about the way he looked at you, made you feel something bloom and flutter in your belly.

“Ah!” A broken gasp and cry left his pink parted lips. His hips stilled, completely pressed against yours as he finally, finally, came. Hot spurts of his cum seeped through your underwear and dripped down and along your pussy, making you moan at the warmth of his release.

His mind was blank as he came, his eyes processed the sticky mess of his cock in your panties and the disheveled pretty undone mess you were on the dining table. You were panting softly at your own high, your chest rising up and down, making him stare at your breasts for a bit. Your nipples were perked and poking through the silk, and if the hem fell a little bit more he could’ve seen your pretty peaks. His eyes then moved to your pussy. He couldn’t help but hook his finger at the fabric and move it aside, still keeping his cock rested against your mound.

If he had asked…would you let him take a picture? Because the pornographic sight before him was something he wanted to imprint in his mind forever.

Wooyoung never thought that he would ever, ever, see this. His thick white cum dripped down your pink pussy, and some of it slipped over your entrance making it look like he had cum inside of you. Grabbing his cock, he moved his cum around your pussy with the tip making your hips shake at the added stimulation from the high you were still in.

This was dirty.

You propped yourself up on your elbows once more and reached down to your core. Your fingers dipped between your folds and you felt your walls squeeze around nothing at his sticky hot cum.

“You came so much…” you thought out loud, your voice slowly bringing Wooyoung back to earth.

You pressed the pad of your pointer finger against your thumb and rubbed it against one another, feeling the wet slippery mess of his cum, Wooyoung watching you hypnotically. Feeling his eyes follow your every move once more, you watched him as he watched you. He has always been watching you. But this time, you knew.

You brought your cum stained fingers to your lips and licked your digits, making Wooyoung’s mouth part just a little as a shaky breath left him. You hummed at the taste of him and it didn’t help that after you did that you met his eyes, and smirked.

“You’re really going to be the death of me, you know that.” He leaned his hands on the edge of the table, sighing.

You sat up, softly laughing, a sound that made his heart flutter. “Don’t say that. If you die, where’s the fun in that?”

That made him laugh with you, falling into this comforting and lighthearted fuzzy atmosphere. He barely even knew you. He didn’t know much except what you allowed him to know or what the other men could say about you.

Without thinking, he gently cupped your face, catching you off guard and staring at him with surprise. He didn’t say anything. He just…gazed at you in that way.

That same feeling that bubbled inside of you whenever San’s eyes smiled with his lips when he looked at you, or when Jongho held you with such care and protection whenever you two just lay down and talked with one another…when Yunho hugged you from behind whether when you two slept or when you’re doing work. When Seonghwa reads to you with your heart against his chest and your face buried in his neck under the fluffy blanket in the common room. When Mingi smiles and lets his goofy self out around you…or when Hongjoong shows you his poems and confides with you his innermost thoughts.

That special feeling of intimacy and love…what was that delicate beginning rush doing here too?

Wooyoung hasn’t been this close to you since the kitchen strawberry incident and every time he’s able to be this up close, he’s able to confirm that you’re real. That there’s warmth in your skin and that your gorgeous smile was something he could see every day.

“I…” he began, feeling his words get stuck in his throat. He was confused. He tucked himself back into his sweats and offered you a small smile. “I’ll clean you up, yeah?”

You nodded quickly, glancing at the doorway. The double doors were still closed. Maybe you should tell him the truth. About you and Mingi, Yeosang, and everyone else.

He returned with a soft towel. "May I?”

“Mhm.”

This was Jung Wooyoung.

Despite his burning desires, he was a caring soul and a gentleman. It’s kinda cute how slow he was to catch on but you knew the truth probably crossed his mind already and he was just in denial. It’s not everyday you meet 8 people all involved with one another intimately both physically and emotionally.

A scratching sound from the intercom interrupted the budding moment between the two of you, tearing both your attentions from each other.

“Y/N,” it was Jongho’s voice. “Hongjoong is calling you. Meet him in his office.”

You sighed softly, letting Woo clean off the cum that had landed on your lower abdomen. “Duty calls.” You hopped off the table.

“You’re a busy lady.” He chuckled, whipping his head away when he saw you shimmying your underwear down. “What are you doing?”

“I’m not going to go into Hongjoong’s office with cum stained underwear, Woo.” You huffed, stepping out of the fabric.

“Going commando is the better choice?”

“It’s not nice to keep the Captain waiting if I go get changed. I’ll just chuck it in the laundry room on the way there. My basket is already there anyway.” You shrugged and then smiled at him sweetly. “I’ll see you around, peeping Tom.”

“Hey!” Wooyoung defensively yelled.

You skipped out of the dining kitchen room.

What the fuck just happened?

“Oh, you’re all here?” All the men except Wooyoung were in the captain’s office when you arrived.

“You can brief Wooyoung for me later,” Hongjoong said as you walked into the room, standing next to Jongho who was sitting on the end of the three-seater couch facing his desk.

“Did his cramp get better?” Yeosang asked, standing next to San.

“Oh? He’s fine now. Don’t worry.” You answered, looking at Seonghwa who with his hand gestured for you to come closer to the desk where a digital map was laid out before you.

“This is the perimeter of the venue. It’s some rich Lord’s mansion. Since pretty important wealthy no good doers will be there, I’m sure the security will be tight.” Hongjoong began the briefing. Your eyes followed his pretty fingers as he pointed around the map.

You leaned forward a little to get a better look.

The sound of someone choking on their water, made yours, Hongjoong, and Seonghwa’s head snap to where it came from.

The pink-haired gunner was coughing and Yunho was giggling while rubbing comforting circles on his friend’s back. While San was staring at you adorably with wide eyes and Yeosang was pressing his lips together to stop his smile.

"Sweetheart..." San's ear turned pink.

“Y/N, you’re going to kill Mingi one day,” Jongho said, his eyes focused on you, his legs spread wide on the couch as he leaned forward and rested his elbows on his thighs.

“Huh? Why?” You blinked, tilting your head.

“Don’t you think a mission briefing is the wrong time to go commando?”

Now it was the Captain and Vice Captain’s turn to look at you with pleasant surprise. You felt the heat crawl up your neck and into your face.

“Oh, I…” For Wooyoung’s sake, you’d say a little white lie. “I must’ve forgotten…oops?”

Hongjoong shook his head fighting back a smile and grabbed his captain’s coat before going to where you were stood. From behind, he wrapped his coat sleeves around your waist securely. “Naughty little kitty.” He whispered only for you to hear, giving you a subtle quick kiss on the shoulder before returning to his spot.

“Y/N is not good for Mingbido.” Yunho chuckled.

“Mingi—what?” Seonghwa made a face.

“Mingbido,” Yunho repeated. “Mingi libido.”

“God damn it.” Jongho pinched the bridge of his nose. “You guys are so lame.”

“Hey! Speak kindly to your elders!” Yunho tutted, pursing his lips cutely.

“Elders? Okay, old man.” Jongho retorted.

“Hey!”

Hongjoong sighed before calling his members to his attention while you smiled at them sweetly. As much as he loved the way you looked so pretty and lovingly at them, you all have a very important agenda to attend to.

“Men. Focus!”

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LOOKS LIKE WE'RE SNOWED IN FOR THE NIGHT — F. READER x KAMO CHOSO, with whom you got stuck in a cabin

A fireplace, a nice blanket, a bunch of snow and the twinkling lights on the Christmas tree… for some it might sound like a perfect way to spend the night during the festive season, but not when you’re stuck in a cabin in the middle of nowhere with your biggest enemy. And it’s cold.

cw: smut, enemies to lovers, oral (f. receiving), angst-ish vibe, death mentioned (I put it as a warning, but honestly, if you're into jjk you're probably used to it, just sayin'), reader discretion is advised — 2,9k words

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“Looks like we’re snowed in for the night,” Choso pointed, making few futile attempts to push the doors open. “I can force the way out but I doubt you’re gonna survive it.” He added, venomous tone evident in his otherwise calm and low voice.

You groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose. This is horrible, you thought, it couldn’t possibly get worse than that. The cabin, secluded and nestled deep in the woods, once a welcoming refuge from the cold, was now a claustrophobic cage trapping you and Choso inside. The doors, blocked by the snow piled high behind them were impossible to open and the windows – old and grime-stained – covered with ice, offered no escape. The interiors, now cleared out of the cursed spirit that resided in here scaring the owners away, were as cozy as they could be with warm colors of the creaking wooden floors and the twinkling lights on the Christmas tree, that funny enough was the only thing that still was working inside. The furniture was faded and worn-down by the humid air, the cobwebs decorating every corner.

The task at hand was simple enough – get in, exorcise, get out – but the snow and the cold were making everything more difficult, not to mention the man you had to share the experience with. It was a part of introducing the Death Painting into the jujutsu society and a silent attempt to make the two of you fonder of each other, but the result proved itself to be starkly different, when you got stuck with him for the night, or god knows how long.

“Damn,” you groaned finally, realizing there’s nothing you can do to make the situation better. No escape, no signal, not even a goddamn kettle that would work.

“Looks like you’re really screwed, huh?” Choso mocked you, a smirk twisting his features because he knew – he just knew that you’re not gonna make it through the night and though he enjoyed the idea of watching you freeze to death, he involuntarily threw some more wood into the fire to keep it alive.

“I’m perfectly fine, fuck you,” you snapped, glaring at his stupid handsome face from your place across the room, hoping silently that maybe once in this world a glare could kill.

You and Choso had always been on opposite sides. Your fights always end up in blood, there was little to no respect between you two, and though in a fight you two were able to work together, outside of it, it was a much different story. You just couldn’t stand each other, you could never put a finger on the reason why, but you just never clicked. Always having different opinions, always too stubborn to let go and not even once agreeing on a plan of work. You trusted him just enough to know he will most likely not kill you in your sleep.

Now, as the sound of the howling wind outside was constantly reminding you on the dire situation, the storm outside showing no signs of letting up, the pressure between you and him seemed to reach a breaking point. At first, you moved through the cabin, walking back and forth, avoiding each other’s gaze and trying to ignore the fact you were trapped together. “Sit quiet and stop being annoying,” you growled at him, hating the way he was sprawled comfortably on the little sofa while you were feeling more and more cold as the hours were passing by. Kamo and his damn temperature regulation.

You had been fighting constantly since you arrived, each blaming the other for the predicament you were in. You argued and hurled insults at each other, both trying to assert dominance over the other. You were constantly on the edge, you bickered until both of you were that close to exploding. You fought about everything, from the mission to the tiny space you were forced to share. You could barely stand the sound of each other’s breathing, much less the sight of each other’s faces and the constant, near proximity. It was only a matter of time one of you snapped.

It felt claustrophobic, nearly – the way only four walls were surrounding you and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t quite navigate yourself through the treacherous environment. You had no idea what exactly was oh-so wrong with this place. A desolate cabin with nothing but cold air and the palpable tension between you and Choso was slowly taking a toll on you. Harsh winter wind howled outside and it was clear that your spirits matched its bitterness. The twinkling, colorful lights adorning the mismatched Christmas tree in the corner did nothing to warm up the bleakness of the place.

Hours passed and you got tired of the banter. Choso noticed how slowly you became, quiet, less talkative. It became easier and easier to outsmart you as the cold was taking a toll on your body. Your retorts were less sharp, a little delayed as the temperature went even lower along with the night progressing.

“You’re gonna die in here?” He asked, his tone as nonchalant as ever, but it was getting to him that you might actually die that night. It was fun while it lasted and you did an excellent job in making him believe that you’re gonna survive the night, that you’re fine. He allowed his eyes, that up until that point were closed as he was resting on the sofa, to look at your form. You were shivering, seated on the furry carpet near the fireplace and though you were as close to the heat as it was possible, it didn’t do much to help you. Your breath was visible and you were constantly rubbing your hands together in hopes to stop them from going numb.

“I’m fine,” you said again, your voice much punier than you intended it to be and Kamo found it amusing how you forced yourself to sound strong, when in reality, you were so small and weak and vulnerable.

“Oh, are you?” The question had mocking qualities that Choso couldn’t hold back. “You know, all it takes is for you to ask nicely and I might consider warming you up.”

“Fuck you.” Oh, you were so stubborn. He shrugged and kept observing you.

The cabin fell quiet. The air was thick with tension and the only sounds were the occasional drip of water from the ceiling, crackling of fire in the fireplace and the soft tickling of a clock. The rattling of the windows in the wind accompanied the cacophony.

“Isn’t the big, strong sorceress now uncharacteristically quiet?” He joked once again, and you could have sworn that even in the freezing cold, he had an ability to make your blood boil. “Cat got your tongue?”

“I miss the times when paintings were not talking,” you retorted, wrapping yourself tighter in the imitation of a blanket you found laying around. “You have no idea how much I’d love to exorcise your half-cursed ass.”

“As if you were ever gonna be strong enough to put a harm onto me,” he said, pushing himself up from the couch. “Besides, you might wanna pick your words carefully. You’re at my mercy right now.”

“I’d rather be eaten by a polar bear than be at your mercy.”

“Oh, that would be a cool death, right?” He laughed, a taunting tone piercing the air and your soul, it seemed. “Or a curse. It would sound much better in the report later if I told your friends that you lost your life in battle, with bravery and strength, yeah? For sure it’s more appealing than a lame reason like freezing to death.”

“Oh, shut up…” you sighed, leaning your cheek on one of your knees. You kept them tightly pressed to your chest, a desperate attempt of storing any leftover heat along your torso, but it did little to nothing. “Come on, get your ass over there.”

“I already told you, you have to ask me nicely.”

“That’s as nice as I’m gonna get.”

“So that’s as close as you’re gonna get me,” he smirked, teasing you beyond decency, well aware of how delicate was a situation you were now in. To him, cold was nothing more than an inconvenience. In all honesty, he could break the doors open and just go through the snow during night and he would be just fine, but you… it was a different story and truth is that he stayed in the cabin only because of you.

“Choso, please, don’t be a dick, I’m freezing to death, literally,” you whined, forgetting about your pride and prioritizing the survival. “Please?”

“Much better,” Choso chuckled and moved from the sofa to the floor, sitting behind you with his legs on both sides of your frame. “Loosen up a little,” he ordered, throwing away your blanket and as his arm sneaked around your waist, he pulled you into himself, your back now pressed against his chest.

“Oh god…” you whimpered, shifting your position and wrapping yourself around him. He was hot and it felt like the heat was emitting from him, seeping onto you the moment you made contact with his muscular frame. You pushed your face against his neck, nuzzling your cold nose into his warm skin.

“Aren’t you a greedy little thing?” He commented, putting on an indifferent, snarky mask but inside, he was feeling things. It was odd, it was new. He wasn’t exactly an expert in romantic situations, in fact besides few really brief adventures with women, it was the first time he was actually somewhat intimate. Choso’s mind was in a limbo, trying to fight the thoughts of his body which were going crazy. The way your frame fit so closely to his, the way you turned your face and melted into him… it was almost too much. Thoughts raced around his head a mile a minute.

“Aren’t you a scrooge for letting me freeze while you’re that hot?”

“Well, I’m your partner on the job, not your personal heater,” he shrugged, allowing his hand to run along the curves of your waist and hip. “Also, I’d assume that the low temperature is a natural habitat for a cold bitch like you.”

“Ouch,” you acted hurt but couldn’t hold back a chuckle. “I have a great idea, why don’t you shut up?”

“Oh, did that sting you, princess?”

„I’m serious, you should shut the hell up,” it was a mumble, an unharmful one, but Choso must have gotten a different impression.

It was a flash. It took you few seconds to even register what just happened and once you did, you were already helpless beneath him. The soft, furry carpet now tickling you in the face as Choso kept you, chest down and pinned to the ground. It annoyed you how easily one of his hands kept both of your wrists pushed up above your head. You felt his weight on top of your thighs, his crotch pressed tightly to your ass and his other hand supporting his weight on the wooden floor.

“Now, if you’re gonna act like a brat, I’m gonna treat you as one,” he said, his voice low and close to your ear as he leaned down and gathered some of your hair to the side to uncover your face to his eyes. Your hopeless pulls and wriggles did nothing to loosen up his hold. If anything, his fingers only tightened their grip around your wrists.

“Get off me,” you groaned, trying to find your way out of the situation, but the movements of your body seemed to make it worse. The man hummed darkly, aiming a mean slap at your ass.

“Stop wiggling,” he warned, smirking at the way your body tensed for a moment. He couldn’t tell what’s gotten him into such a playful mood. Maybe it was all the thick air between you two finally exposing its true colors – something once filled with anger and hostility, now crackled with an undeniable sexual tension.

“Did you just slap me?” You couldn’t believe it, but you’d sooner be dead than you’ll admit out loud that it somehow felt good.

“I did,” he said nonchalantly. “You whined you’re cold, huh? Well, guess I’ll have to warm you up for real,” Choso added, now grinning mischievously. “Be a good girl, I know you can do it. Now I’ll let go of your hands and you’ll turn around, yeah?”

You hummed in response, not really sure what’s gotten into him but you were far from minding it so you flipped to your back as soon as he gave you a chance. Still on top of you, Choso kept a controlling grip over your hip, his touch burning your bare skin over there.

The fire crackled and flickered, casting warm, dancing shadows on the two of you but you couldn’t tell if the sparkle in his eyes was a reflection of it or just pure lust. The latter, you thought, catching his gaze as it scanned your form, paying a little more attention to your lips, chest and the little strip of skin that showed from underneath your blouse.

Kamo was enticed by you, fascinated even, by the way his body was suddenly yearning for you. The unusual desire overflown his senses and he found himself inching closer and closer, until he was just one, mere breath away from your mouth. He could feel you gasp, see the look of your eyes and if he wouldn’t know better he would be convinced there was lust in them too.

“Nervous?” He whispered, with a slight shadow of teasing painted all over his stupidly handsome features. His nose, now brushing against yours initiated the touch, a prelude of sorts to what was going to come and Choso chuckled at the lack of response from you. It was, in a way, an opening for you to push him away, to set a boundary, to lay down the consent but you made no effort to do any of that. Instead, you let your fingers to find his hair and once you pulled at them, there was no going back.

His lips pressed into yours. The kiss and the heat from your bodies warmed the cold air around you, melting the icy tension that lingered between you as you, too, melted below him. The time seemed to slow down and the melody of howling wind and fire was now a white noise to the soft sounds and whimpers you were making. Your mouth parted and Choso took the invitation eagerly, running his tongue along your lower lip and reaching yours. They twirled and twisted, danced and explored each other and you swore at the moment that the world around you had fallen away.

It didn’t take long since you were bare, completely exposed underneath his muscular body; the cold air around you a stark contrast to the extreme heat that was coming off of Choso. He was all around you, exploring your shapes with touches so tender, you couldn’t help but feel worshipped. The way he touched you, the way he kissed and drank every inch of your skin made your heart rumble against your ribcage. He went down, tracing the ups and downs of your figure with wet, sloppy stamps of his lips until he reached your thighs – both of which he kissed with as much attention.

It was intoxicating. Kamo felt as if everything around him twirled and he was drowning in the soft feeling of your plush skin. The curves of you filled every bit of his mind. Addicting, you were, so addicting he couldn’t find a strength to pull back and before he knew it, his tongue was already lapping at your clit. The beautiful melody of your moans filling his ears as he worked his mouth over the puffy bud, sucking and licking simultaneously. Waves and waves of pleasure you felt, spreading from your core and reaching every part of you. It was hot, it was like nothing else you’ve ever experienced.

“Oh god, Choso~” you were whining, a surprise to you cause up until this time you would swear you’re not the one to make such lewd noises during sex. All of that went out the window when it came to the man between your legs. He was flicking his tongue, twirling it and pressing it flat; every movement centered and focused, sharing one objective – to abuse the most sensitive, sweet spot on your body. He took his time, it was wet and sloppy, it was messy. The silky sensation of his tongue, warm and soft… oh, man has a talent.

Your breath was stuttering, hands grabbing the fluffy fibers of the carpet as your thighs were trembling and the urge to squeeze them over Choso’s head was slowly becoming irresistible. The way he was making out with your clit drove you insane, it brought you to the edge and pushed you over. You came undone and you came hard. He wasn’t stopping, just slowing down and leading you through the high as if it was his job and the very core of his existence.

“Feeling warmer?” He asked, once slowly coming back up above you. His face was now a real painting, covered with your essence and his lips, swollen and wet, stretched into a grin of satisfaction as he was taking in the sight of your breathless form. You nodded, barely registering the subtle teasing undertone he had in his voice. “Good. But I’m going to make you even hotter.”

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milfhunter6698 · 3 months ago

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acquainted pt.2

Warnings: 18+ Smut, no use of (y/n), cursing, no describing reader’s appearance, explicit language, nakedness, fluff, angst, teasing, head cannons, imagines, slow living, hurt and comfort..kind of?Victoria’s right-hand, switch!reader & Victoria, just constantly fighting for dominance.

pairing: Victoria neuman, x female reader

notes: Hello again, guess what..? yes more Victoria head cannons bc why not :) since you guys liked the first one here’s another, this is kind of a longer version sooo. Honestly I find writing for Vic is quite niche like I’m lowkey enjoying myself wayy too much here but anyway woowhoo enjoy! and oh my gosh I love reading yalls comments they make my day feel free to ask questions or request any ideas like always i’m opened for any suggestions and thanks for the support.

kisses and hugs

You stepped into the elevator, just about When you were about to press the button to close the doors suddenly, Victoria dashed in, only milliseconds before the doors would have closed on her.

You couldn't help but grin as your gaze met hers, “Hi,” you spoke softly as the elevator began to descend, she greets back her tone casual.

As the elevator came to a gentle halt, and the doors slid open, you stepped out, feeling the cool metal beneath your shoes. Victoria followed close behind, as you exited the building together.

Stepping into the night, The low rumble of car engines, the soft chatter of passersby, and the warm, humid air brushing against your skin was a soothing contrast to the tension within. It calmed your nerves.

“Hey, Victoria wait up," you called out, rushing to match her steps. Your heartbeat echoed in your ears, a testament to the exhilaration that suddenly crawled under your skin.

Victoria glanced back at you, her expression neutral. "What is it?"

You moved closer, voice casual as you suggested, "Fancy grabbing dinner? I know a really nice place just around the corner. perfect for unwinding after a long day." you slipped your hands into your pockets, offering a friendly smile.

She studied you for a moment, her gaze as enigmatic as ever. After a pause, she smiled and shrugged, "You know what? What the hell, why not?" Her response filled you with excitement making you feel a flutter in your stomach. "Lead the way then."

You walked through the city, the night air wrapping around you like a whispered secret. You led her to the place you had in mind, a quaint little diner hidden in the corner, away from the hustle and bustle of the main streets.

“After you,”

With a smile, you held the door open wide for her, the cozy warmth of the diner seeping out, inviting you in.

The hum of conversation and soft music drifted out, as you stepped inside. Making your way to a table, you gestured for her to take the seat, then followed suit, settling down, allowing the comfortable ambiance to wash over you.

As you entered, you shared a meal, and to your surprise, the conversations flowed effortlessly. You discussed your lives outside of work, laughed, and reveled in each other's company.

Leaving the diner, the cool night enveloped you once more. The warmth from within faded, replaced by the familiar hum of the city. A deep breath escaped you, a sense of calm settling in.

An awkward silence stretched between you, but then she spoke up, her voice beckoning you back. "Umm, y'know, if you're good to go back home, I'd be more than glad to walk with you on the way there."

Your heart raced, a smile curving your lips. After a moment you finally replied, “Yeah, sure. That would be great."

The city was quieter now, with fewer cars on the streets and only a handful of people scattered on the sidewalks. The lights from skyscrapers and street lamps casted a soft glow, giving the bustling city an almost serene vibe.

After a few blocks, you were the one to break the silence. “You know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you outside of work. Do you even have a life beyond the office?”

Victoria laughed softly. “I could ask you the same thing. But yeah, I do. It’s just…busy.”

”Busy, huh?” you teased. “What do you do to unwind? Go to those exclusive rooftop bars? Attend art gallery openings?”

She chuckles. “Sometimes, yeah. But honestly, I’m more of a Central Park kind of gal. I like to jog there early in the mornings when it’s still quiet. It clears my head.”

”Really?” you genuinely look surprised. “You don’t strike me as the jogging type.”

”There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” She replied with a smirk. “What about you? What do you do when you’re not keeping me in line?”

You chuckle. “I’m a bit more low-key, I guess. I like to catch indie films in the Village, try new coffee shops around the city, and I’m kind of a podcast junkie. Oh, and I bake when I’m stressed.”

”Baking?” She glanced at you, intrigued. “That’s unexpected. What’s your specialty?”

”Cookies, mostly,” You say with a shrug. “But I’ve been known to whip up a mean apple pie. It’s therapeutic, you know?”

She smiles. “Maybe I should start stressing you out more if it means we’ll get some cookies in the office.”

You laugh, a blush suddenly crept up your cheeks as you nudged her playfully. “You’d have to earn those cookies, Neuman.”

You continue walking, the conversation flowing easily now, with laughter punctuating your words.

“Do you ever think about what you’d be doing if you weren’t running a company?” You ask after a while, your tone more contemplative.

Victoria thinks for a moment. “It’s hard to imagine anything else, but maybe something still tied to the city. Like urban planning or something in real estate development. I’ve always been fascinated by how this city evolves.”

”Urban planning?” you muse. “I could see that. You’ve got a vision, even if it’s usually about profit margins.”

She smiles at that, appreciating the compliment. “And you? What would you be doing?”

”Honestly? I’ve thought about opening a bakery someday. Just a little place in Brooklyn, nothing fancy. It’s a pipe dream, but who knows?”

”Sounds like a great idea,” She says sincerely. “I’d be your first customer.”

You smile, touched by her support. “Thanks. Maybe one day I’ll take you up on that.”

As you finally near your apartment building, there’s a comfortable silence, both of you enjoying the shared moment of stepping away from your usual roles. When you reach the door, You turn to her, expression soft.

”Thanks for walking me home. I had a good time tonight…outside of work, I mean.”

“Me too,” She replies, a genuine warmth in her voice. “We should do this more often.”

You nod, smiling. “Yeah, we should.”

Without a single thought, you wrap your arms around her, pulling her into a quick but tight embrace. For a moment, she holds you there, slightly surprised, she hesitates before returning the hug, her arms wrapping around your waist.

The city noise faded into the background, leaving just the two of you in this quiet, shared moment.

When you pull back, your faces are inches apart. You meet her gaze, and in that instant, something shifts. There’s no more need for words. As you moved back, your noses bump lightly, drawing a soft laugh from both of you.

But then, as if by some unspoken agreement, you lean in together, and your lips meet in a gentle, tentative kiss. It’s brief, almost testing the waters, but it’s enough to send a rush of warmth through you both.

When you pulled back, Victoria’s eyes search yours, gauging your reaction. She sees the same surprise and curiosity mirrored in your gaze.

She breaks the silence first, her voice low and a bit husky. “That was… unexpected.”

You smile, a touch of shyness creeping in, but you shrug lightly, trying to play it cool. “I figured it was about time we stopped talking.”

She chuckles softly, shaking her head. “Fair point.” There’s a moment of lingering tension, not uncomfortable but charged with possibilities. You finally step back fully, giving her a last smile. “Goodnight, Victoria. See you tomorrow.”

”Goodnight,” She replies, her voice warmer than before.

Tonight, You were in the bureau finishing up, you celebrated your victory. The scent of sweat and alcohol fills the air as they toast to their success, raising their glasses to one of the most dangerous Supes taken down. You’ve danced, laughed, and loosened up, your bodies still humming with the energy that's fueled you through the endless days of work.

”I still can’t believe that we actually did it,” You were perched against a desk, a glint in your eye as you spoke watching Victoria, a cup in hand, the room a symphony of chatter and energy around you.

She, smiled back at you, the haze of celebration and triumph illuminating her features. "Neither can I, But here we are.” She raised her cup in a silent salute.

Smirking, you drained the last drops of your drink, feeling the warmth spread through your veins. Pushing off the desk, you made your way through the sea of agents, raising a hand in farewells and goodbyes. "Excuse me, gotta use the ladies room." Your voice rose above the din, as you made your way through the crowd, eager to find some respite from the intoxicating atmosphere.

Once there you stood before the mirror, you flicked on the faucet, allowing the water to cascade over your hands, the cooling sensation serving as a momentary reprieve from the chaotic celebration.

The sound of the door opening startled you, bringing you back to reality. Your gaze shifted to the mirror, meeting Victoria's reflection as she stepped inside the dimly lit bathroom.

“You scared the shit out of me.” You let out a small laugh.

“Sorry about that," She said with a playful grin, her gaze meeting yours in the mirror. "I needed a breather as well. This place is starting to spin."

You dry your hands, glancing at the mirror, you see her leaning on the sink's edge. A moment of tranquility hangs between you, during which she ponders softly.

”You know," her voice a low hum, "the job's been intense. At times it felt like it's been trying to beat me down, but maybe it's not all that dreadful working with you. Can't deny, we make quite a team.”

"Damn right, we do." You grinned, leaning back against the sink.

As your pinkies slightly touched your gaze slid over your shoulder to meet Victoria's, trailing down to her lips before darting back to her eyes.

Your heart skipped a beat, adrenaline practically buzzing off her like pheromones, and you could see the tiny beads of sweat forming on her forehead, her eyes dilating, the pulsing blood beneath her skin, and the way her heart thumped against her chest, its rhythm drumming loudly in your ears.

With your honed deduction abilities, your senses were heightened to perceive the microcosm of her vital signs.

It was this uncanny ability that gave you an edge, allowing you to read her like an open book. Your senses drank in every detail, and her hand moved instinctively to cup your cheek, her fingers brushing against your soft skin. Your eyes, fixated on her lips, slowly drifted shut, basking in the warmth beneath her touch.

Close enough for your breaths to intertwine, she felt your heart thumping rapidly, the sound echoing between you. Your lips hovered tantalizingly close, the tension a heavy weight you shared.

”Vic…” You whispered, your hand finding its place on her chest. Her own heart pounded in sync with yours. She then didn’t waste another second as she closed the gap, crashing her lips into yours.

The kiss was like a tender whisper at first. Soft, cautious, and fraught with uncertainty. But like two floes melting into each other, the hesitance soon dissolved into a warmth that washed over you. Your lips parted and tangled, bodies pressing closer together, as if drawn by an invisible force.

Your hands found their way around Vic's neck, she pulled you in closer, your lips parting for a moment. The sensation of her soft groan against your mouth sent a warm, pulsating feeling racing up your neck, and spreading through your chest.

Your tongue traced the sensitive line of her neck, tasting the salty sweetness of her skin. You left a trail of sucking kisses, marking her with small, tender bites along the length of her throat.

Shortly after that the moment was shattered by the abrupt swing of the bathroom door, revealing an unsuspecting bystander. You Immediately pulled away but your gaze lingered on Victoria, the flush of desire still evident on her cheeks.

You cursed under your breath, your heart hammering against your chest at the abrupt interruption. Your eyes, still heavy from the kiss, reluctantly lifted to meet the gaze of the coworker who had just busted in the bathroom. A deep sigh left your lips, the air escaping in a frustrated puff.

You weakly managed a smile, your cheeks still flushed from the stolen kiss, before leaning back against the sink with a sigh. Your gaze met Victoria's, her eyes pleading, and she excused herself with a hasty retreat, the bathroom door swinging shut behind her.

Your mind raced, trying to process the unexpected audience, and the adrenaline from the unexpected exposure fizzling out the euphoria of your kiss.

Hair washing

In the warmth of the steam-filled bathroom, the sound of the shower enveloped you. The sun's last rays bathed the room in a golden glow, casting a soft hue on your naked form.

Your fingers combed through Victoria’s hair, a soft smile pulled at your lips as the warm lighting washed over her. The water beads that clung to her nose, cheeks, and eyelashes were hypnotic. Her thick, beautiful eyebrows furrowed as she spoke, and your heart swelled with affection.

Her head leaned back, and you continued gently massaging her scalp, as the shampoo suds cascaded down her back, "You know, I really don't know why I let him do that." Her complaints about work merging into the background hum of the water.

As you combed through her hair, her soft skin and the way the droplets clung to her features captivated you.

You hummed softly, nodding along while you secured her hair in a messy bun. The rich scent of shampoo filled the air as you massaged it into her scalp, fighting back a smile at her grumbles. Her words continued as she ran the soap bar over her neck, breasts, and shoulders.

“Are you even listening?" she demanded, snapping you from your musings. "Yes, yeah, continue," You casually lied, fingers running through her wet hair.

"Okay so like I was saying..." She continued while you trailed your gaze down her body, admiring her. Your thumb gently grazed her jawline, tilting her head back under the water stream. After a while you couldn’t help the soft chuckle that escaped you, amused by the situation despite her frustration.

Her gaze dropped, meeting yours, and she stated, "I knew you weren't listening."

She playfully nudged your shoulder, and you playfully acted hurt, lifting an arm to where she hit you. "Ow!"

Rolling her eyes, she smirked, and dipped her head back into the water.

First time

The weight of Victoria's body in your arms feels natural, as if you were always meant to be this close. As you finally reach your bedroom, you kick the door open, your kiss never breaking. The room was soon filled with the sounds of your heavy breathing and the rustling of sheets as you laid her down on the bed. Your hands roam over her body, exploring every inch of her skin.

She let out a soft, breathless cry as she was laid on the mattress, she reached out to touch you, her fingers trailing over the bare skin of your stomach and up to your chest, desperate to feel more. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this," she whispered, her voice hoarse with want.

”Me too," You breathed out, your voice as ragged as hers. Your lips met once more, the kiss deep and hungry.

You slowly rocked your hips against hers, your bodies melding together. As your lips trailed down her neck, leaving a trail of tender kisses, before claiming hers in a deep, passionate embrace.

Breaking away, you instinctively pulled her up, sitting her on the edge of the bed. Your fingers found the hem of her shirt, lifting it over her head. letting it fall to the floor, discarding it carelessly, as your jeans followed.

Your fingers deftly unhooking the bra, letting the unlined cups fall beneath the curve of her lush mounds. Her breath caught in her throat as you drag the sharpness of your teeth, down the swell of her breast. Her fingers clutch at the sheets as the bra fell away, her body arching towards your mouth, desperate for more.

Your mouth descends, hot and eager, tongue tracing teasing licks, while your teeth gently nip at her sensitive flesh. Your hands cradled her, holding her close, gaze flickering up to meet her eyes, hungry for more.

She moans, her eyes locking on yours. Her hands reach up to grip your hair, her body trembling beneath your touch. The hunger in your eyes is mirrored in her own, a primal need that only her can fulfill.

You lift your face from her breasts, panting heavily. Crawling up the bed, shifting your positions so you lay in the middle. She kisses you once more, not pulling away as she reaches down and tugs her own pants. With a swift motion, she slides them down her ankles, tossing them aside and flipping you over.

She climbs back on top of you, turning you on the mattress so that your head rests comfortably on the pillows. Sitting back on her knees, she takes a moment to admire your half-naked form, her hands itching to explore every inch of your skin.

She runs her hands over your thighs, feeling the softness of your flesh, the warmth of your body. Her fingers trail up, caressing your stomach and ribs, mapping out the curves of your body. With desperation pounding through your veins, she finally reached down and hooked her fingers into the waistband of your panties. She pulls them down, tossing them aside, leaving you completely bare before her.

You looked up at her, eyes darkened with desire "Touch me," You spoke, voice barely above a whisper. And she leans down, her lips finding yours once more, kisses deep and filled with longing.

Her hands continued to explore your body, her touch gentle yet urgent. Her lips fall open in a breathy sigh when she looks down at where you flushed and slick for her, and her hands slide down to hold your legs apart as she takes you in.

Her fingers traced slow, soft circles on your clit. A whimper escapes her as your mouths press together, and you moan softly as her fingers tease your burning skin, her touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. Your lips met and parted, kisses slow and tender. Your body responded reflexively, arching into her hand, seeking more pressure and Your lips met and parted, kisses slow and tender.

Your hands come to rest on her shoulders, fingers digging into the flesh as your need grew deeper. She eagerly explored your mouth with her tongue, savoring the taste of you. Humming softly, you tilted your head, seeking a deeper access. Her hand trailed down, her fingers teasing the heat between your legs. Just brushing against your entrance.

The gentle touch made you gasp, hips bucking forward involuntarily, seeking more contact. You moan her name, voice raw and filled with pleading.

"Please," you whisper between kisses, fingernails continued digging into her shoulders, desperate for more of her touch.

She slid into you, two fingers at once, as deep as they could go. A choked moan escaped your lips, her eyes fluttering closed as she basked in the relief you felt. Your body welcomed her, your walls clenching around her fingers as she pushed herself down onto you.

She flexed her fingers upward, the curve of her knuckles pressing against your most sensitive spot. Your body trembled, moans growing louder with each thrust. The sensation of her being inside you, the heat and the tightness, It was both overwhelming and intense.

You could feel your climax building, tension coiling in your lower abdomen, like a taut bowstring ready to snap.

You looked up at her, eyes half-lidded and filled with desire. Your hands reached up, tugging at her shoulders, trying to pull her closer. "Don't stop,"

She desperately grinds her hips against yours, gasping at the friction of her underwear against your thigh, her own pleasure building with each movement. Your foreheads touched, your breaths mingling, your gazes locked as she pulled you to sit up on her lap.

Her fingers moved faster, her thrusts becoming more urgent, more demanding. She could feel Your body tensing, your orgasm approaching.

“Fuck, Victoria.” You cried.

She looked up into your eyes, her own gaze pleading , her body taut with need.

“Don't stop," You gasped again, your voice ragged with desperation. “Oh god, I can’t-“

With a final, powerful thrust, she pushed you into the abyss of ecstasy. Your body trembled, and your cries of pleasure echoed in the room. Your orgasm washed over, her fingers still buried deep within you moved.

Tears of relief stung your eyes as you blinked them away and moaned into her neck, eyes tightly shut, lips reddened, and eyebrows furrowed in pure bliss.

As you slowly returned to yourself, your breathing ragged, heart hammering in your chest, you looked up at her. Eyes were half-lidded, expression a mix of ecstasy and exhaustion. She reached out, gently brushing away a tear that had rolled down your cheek. "Don't cry," she whispered.

You dropped your head against her shoulder, lips trembling as you struggled to catch your breath. You refused to look at her, the emotions swirling within were too intense to face her gaze. Your heart raced, as you tried to steady yourself.

Victoria reached up, gently cupping your face in her hands and coaxing you to look at her. She brushed her fingers across her tear-stained cheeks, her touch soft and soothing.

“Hey," she murmured, her voice gentle and full of compassion. "Look at me. It's alright."

You lifted your head back up, suppressing your own tears, and let out a shaky laugh. "Fuck, I uh-“ You stammered a hand coming up to rest on top of her on your own cheek. “I’ve never felt this good in my life," You admitted licking your lips, your voice thick with emotion, the brink of overflowing.

She smiled gently, her thumb caressing your cheek as a tender look filled her eyes. She lifted herself slightly to press a soft kiss to your forehead, then moved lower to brush her lips against your nose, chin, and jaw.

“I know what you mean," she murmured, her voice soft and filled with understanding. "Just relax. Let me take care of you."

You weakly chuckled, your head dropping back onto her, forehead pressing tightly against her shoulder as you let out a deep sigh. In that moment, surrounded by her warmth and affection, you felt safe, and for the first time in a long time, truly cared for.

#lgbtq #victoria neuman #the boys #victoria neuman x reader #victoria neuman x you #fluff #smut #head cannons

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quinloki · 3 months ago

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So we’ve got wbp with marine reader

But what about sabo?

Dragon letting sabo keep his marine prisoner alive so long as they provide information they need

Turning them into a prisoner in his house instead of the revolutionary’s cells. As soon as they give in they can go upstairs! They’ll be the perfect house husband ^^

He can come home to a warm meal he didn’t need to make, the house feels lived in, it’s cozy even, if you forget about the cuff around your leg and the gloved hand around your throat.

-💧

You always come to me with ideas that I have to chew on for a while, because DAMN.

Cw: yandere vibes but oddly sweet?

You’re not any special position in the marines, a deckhand more than anything else. But you were a deckhand on a ship that was carrying precious cargo of some sort - monetary or information it was hard for you to know.

You had ears, sure, but sense enough to feign being deaf, and smarts enough to keep your scuttlebutt to as close to zero as possible.

With no complaints against you, you should get transferred after this, to some nice quiet captain’s ship on the East Blue where nothing really happens.

But as flame erupt all around you, and the shattering planks and the roar of canon fire assails your senses you realize you’re probably not going to see the next sunrise, forget the peaceful waters of the East Blue. All the really strong fighters on the ship were overwhelmed, and sure you can defend yourself, but - again - you’re just a deckhand. It’s maybe your fifth time on a route.

“East Blue, huh?” The voice is amused and there’s a brightness to it that’s out of place in the smoke. It says something else, but you’re too exhausted from trying to survive everything and lose consciousness.

When you come around again you’re tied to a hard metal chair in a cold concrete room with poor lighting and some questionable stains. A young man with wavy blonde hair sits across from you in tailored clothes, a top hat and a smile.

The two of you talk for long enough that you can feel yourself relaxing. He’s not hurting you, and he’s accepting your answers with the calm surety of someone who could read your mind. After a while you decide to not even bother hiding anything from him, and offer up what little information you have.

Maybe that smile will offer you a painless death, because you’re certain at least, that you’re going to die.

Finally he asks a question you didn’t expect at all.

“Are you from the East Blue?”

You blink a moment and then shake your head. “No sir.” You don’t know when you started addressing him so formally but he hasn’t stopped you.

“Tell me why you mentioned it before you passed out.”

“… I was hoping to be transferred there, sir.” You admit plainly. “I’m…” you hesitate but it doesn’t matter at this point. “I’m only in this for a bed and the promise of food, honestly.”

“Oh? If we offered you food and a bed you’d work for us then?” There’s such amusement in his voice, but it seems a little unsettled.

“I think I’d rather retire at this point.” You admit with a sigh. “Besides, I not really skilled at anything.”

“Ah, none of that now.” He says, standing up and pouring a cup of, you think tea, before coming over to you. “Drink up.”

You don’t hesitate, draining the cup quickly. If it was poison you just hoped it was relatively painless, and if it wasn’t then at —

The dizziness hit you hard and he grabs your head, steadying you and keeping your gaze tilted up toward him.

“No more self-deprecation after this, sweet dove.” He says and before you can ask what he means, before you can sort out the tenderness of his endearing term, you succumb to the tea.

When you come around for the second time, you’re more disoriented than before. Your head’s still swimming from the tea, but nothing hurts and you don’t feel sick. The dizzy feeling keeps you laying down, but your eyes focus on the world around you.

It’s comfortable, well lit and whatever you’re laying in is soft and warm. You’re not wearing socks or boots, but there’s simple linen pants and a shirt.

They’re clean, and so are you.

There’s a soft warm scent in the room and as the dizzying feeling passes you’re able to sit up.

It looks like a bedroom. Carpeted floor, vanity, dresser, and books and a bookshelf. If not for the concrete walls you’d think you were at an inn or something.

Moving your legs to sit up you feel resistance on one and realize there’s a padded cuff around your ankle attached to heavy chain, which is itself attached to a heavy steel plate on the floor that’s pretty much the mid-point of the room.

There’s enough length you could comfortably reach everything in this room, and beyond. The door to the room opens and the young man with the wavy hair smiles in greeting.

“Ah, you’re awake. Good morning, dove.” He greets you, stepping in further with a tray of food in one hand. “Let’s get you fed, and once you’re properly awake we can talk about the terms of your surrender.”

#quin answers #reader insert #x reader #anon asks #💧#revolutionary sabo #one piece sabo #flame emperor sabo #yandere #soft yandere

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dean-a-mean-tae · 11 months ago

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A Teddy Bear From The Fair | Stray Kids Extra Member

A soft peach gives Jeongin a cozy feeling.

WARNINGS: Predebut!Chan, Predebut!Nicholas, Predebut!Jeongin, Told from Jeongin's POV. There might be a strange vibe going on... I don't know any other warnings.

@cafekitsune made the dividers | Nicholas Ross Master List

Chan had taken Jeongin to different places to calm him down before bringing him to meet Nicholas. They went what felt like everywhere before going to the store.

“Before we go back, we need to get something,” Chan said, speed-walking to the fruit aisle. He walked past all of them before stopping at a cart with a big sign on it.

“Peaches?” Jeongin asked.

“They're Nick’s favorite snack,” Chan explained, picking through them for the perfect ones. Not too hard, but not mushy soft.

“Nick? The member I’m meeting today?” Jeongin asked, helping Chan find more of the sweet fruit.

“Yeah, that’s him,” Chan answered. He smiled when they had twelve peaches. If he hid them properly, they might be able to last 4-5 days.

Looking at his quiet friend, Chan frowned at Jeongin’s wide eyes. Knowing why he was nervous, Chan quickly reassured Jeongin, “Don’t worry. He looks scary because he’s tall, but he’s soft.”

“Soft?”

“He reminds you of a teddy bear,” Chan chuckled as he guided the younger male to check out.

“Just look at his face. He won’t scare you.”

“He looks like he’s going to kill me,” Jeongin muttered, hiding behind Chan. Nicholas sat on the floor, staring at Jeongin with unblinking eyes.

“I promise he’s not that scary,” Chan whispered as he pulled Jeongin closer to the taller boy.

They stopped right in front of him. Chan was right. Nicholas wasn’t scary up close.

He was looking up at them with wide sparkly eyes. His caramel skin looked soft with pillow-plump lips. His button nose looked so kissable, and his kinky hair was everywhere.

Jeongin remembers Chan saying something about Nicholas having thick curls and a lot of hair. He wasn’t lying.

“Hi, hyung.”

His voice.

Smooth and a little deep. A voice you couldn’t get tired of. One you want to listen to forever. A voice that could put you to sleep and keep you energized at the same time.

God, his voice.

“Hey, Peanut!” Chan smiled as he sat beside Nicholas, and the younger boy giggled.

Holy- He really did remind you of a teddy bear. A big teddy bear someone won for you at a Fair or something. Knowing that this person went through the trouble of playing a game again until they could win a prize for you.

That cozy feeling you get when you look at the teddy bear a week later and again a year later.

That’s his giggle. Soft and cozy.

“Jeongin?”

He blinked. Once, twice, then thrice.

“Sorry, hyung. I was lost in thought,” Jeongin giggled, his ears flushed bright red. He sat in front of the smiling pair.

“How old are you? If you don’t mind me asking?” Nicholas asked, his voice trailing off at the end.

“I’m 15,” Jeongin answered, pulling the bag of peaches out of his backpack.

“Peaches?” Nicholas breathed. Next to him, Chan laughed loudly.

“They are for you.” The youngest boy handed the bag to Nicholas. Unfortunately, it was snatched before he could get his hands on it.

“We both know you won’t wash them properly,” Chan said over Nicholas’ grumbles. He handed a lunch bag to Nicholas, who took it with another grumble.

“Yum,” Nicholas hummed as he pulled a washed peach out the bag. He admired the fruit before taking a huge bite. Chan laughed as he took a paper towel to wipe the juice spilling out the corner of Nicholas’ mouth.

He ate like someone would take it from him. Maybe he grew up with siblings, too? Anyone with siblings knows you must eat fast, or it might get snatched off your fork and off the plate.

Right after Nicholas finished the peach, another freshly washed one was placed in his hands. After taking a bite, Nicholas stared at Jeongin and asked, "What's my nickname?"

"Nickname?" Jeongin asked. Chan hadn't told him any nicknames. He heard him call Nicholas Peanut, but that sounded weird. Jeongin glanced at Chan, who stared back at him expectantly.

"Nick?"

"That's a common nickname," Nicholas explained before taking another bite. Next to him, Chan laughed as he pointed at the amount of juice dripping down Nick's chin.

"What do you want to call me?" The tallest boy asked, wiping his face.

"I don't know. Peach?" Jeongin asked, looking between the other two boys. They shared a look before smiling at Jeongin.

"A nickname after your obsession," Chan laughed. His face was red from laughing too hard. "Perfect!"

"I'll have to find something for you," Nicholas said, tossing the peach seed in a nearby trash can. He wiped his face before tensing. He glanced at Jeongin before looking down as he whispered, "If that's alright with you."

"I want a nickname," Jeongin smiled, scooting towards Nicholas.

"Then I'll think of one," Nicholas chuckled.

There's that cozy feeling again.

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strongheartneteyam · 1 year ago

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[ credits of the Neteyam pic go to @cinetrix ]

Champagne Problems

Part 4

Pairing: Neteyam Sully x female!human!reader

CW: sexual language, angst, past relationship trauma, touching in a sexual way, commitment issues, mentions of sex, trust issues, neteyam is head over heels for reader, fluff, a bit more about when neteyam and reader would see each other around before the beach party, mentions of drinking too much, reader is allergic to romantic feelings (but it's actually just her trauma talking), confessions of feelings, yearning, sexual tension, some funny vibes, heartbroken neteyam. Not sure if there's more. If there is, pls, tell me <3

Hi, hunny bunnies 💕 I'm really tired and sleepy rn (as I always am, right? lol) but I got inspo and finally got a break from my writer's block so I just rushed to wash the dishes as fast as I could and as soon as I finished it I ran to finish writing this chapter (a part of it had been sitting on my Google Docs for a while lol) and now I'm posting for you guys 🥰 Hope y'all like it and I'm so sorry for any mistakes or some parts that might not make total sense (if there are any lol who knows). I'm so sleepy that idk if I'll be able to proofread it completely now. But I will soon! Leaving comments down below will make this writer as happy as a kitten drinking milk teehee 😸 I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH kiss kiss ‼️💌

Slightly proofread.

Part 3: I broke his heart 'cause he was nice

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My boy was a montage

A slow-motion, love potion

Jumping off things in the ocean

I broke his heart 'cause he was nice

He was sunshine, I was midnight rain

He wanted it comfortable

I wanted that pain

Midnight Rain (Taylor Swift)

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You woke up with a ray of sun shining way too bright directly at your eyes. You realized with a startle that you were in Neteyam’s arms and as you slowly became aware of your surroundings and your memory became clear… oh, shit… You had sex with him last night. No, no! Why did you drink those three glasses of champagne last night? Everytime you drank too much you ended up doing something stupid. Of course last night would not be an exception.

You could feel his slender, soft but toned legs intertwining with your much smaller ones. You felt his warmth, his strong arms holding your tiny in comparison figure, helping you stay warm even if the ocean breeze was chilly so early in the morning in Awa'atlu.

Neteyam's heart was big, very big when compared to the one of a human male, so, as he peacefully slept while embracing you, you could hear his heartbeat extremely clearly. It was soothing, though. A little louder than the human guys you had been intimate with previously and had slept by their side but it was calming. His embrace felt comfortable, like a place you could… call home…?

You felt a stab in your heart. Anxiety. Nervousness. Almost like a fight or flight feeling. No, you could not be getting attached.

His scent was good, cozy and you could easily get used to having it all over you, to wake up to that, to smell it on your clothes so very often.

And that thought scared you. Saying you had commitment issues was an understatement.

You felt Neteyam moving behind you. He was slowly waking up.

"Morning, oeyä sevin syulang" (my beautiful flower) His voice was hoarse as he had just woken up and he had a heavy na'vi accent when pronouncing the "R" in "morning". His accent lured you in way more than you liked to admit.

You hated how much Neteyam could make you feel vulnerable. You did not like the feeling of vulnerability.

Everytime you let a guy get on your vulnerable side before, you ended up sobbing while sitting on the floor, listening to a stupid, sad break up song and, sometimes, stuffing your stomach with chocolate, ice cream or pizza. And that was when you were able to eat. Sometimes the lump in your throat was so big you couldn't even swallow without being reminded of the pungent ache in your heart.

"Morning." You said nervously. It sounded dry. You did not mean to sound rude or distant but you ended up sounding exactly like that.

“Did you sleep well, tawtute?” Neteyam asked, his eyes still half lidded and he was smiling tenderly at you

Damn, you had to admit he was freaking cute when all sleepy like this. Just like a house cat waking up from a good deep sleep…

Ok, stop it!

“Uh… yes. Yes, I did sleep well. Thank you.” God, how awkward was that?

It seemed like Neteyam was too mesmerized by you to even notice your awkwardness.

“You’re beautiful. My sevin tawtute.” he said

“Wait, what?! Yours?!” you protested, a frown on your face

“Yeah.” Neteyam smiled, a bit sheepishly “Did I make you uncomfortable? I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.” his expression looked like he was being sincere

“It’s okay.” it was all you said

“I wanna tell you something.” Neteyam said, smiling softly though he was afraid of your reaction once he said what he wanted to say

“What in hell could he want to tell me? Oh, God…” you thought

“I…” he hesitated for a while. Was he getting shy? “I’m in love with you, (y/n).”

“You’re what?!” You sat up on the hammock in a swift motion

“See?! I should have never come here to meet him in the first place. That’s what you get for following your instincts and not your rational brain.” those words ran through your anxious mind

“Hey.” Neteyam said as he sat up too, trying to calm you down as you truly seemed alarmed. He smiled but you could tell there was tension all over him too. “Hear me out, please.” He pleaded. His tone was as calm as he could manage to keep it. “I just didn’t want to tell you because I could tell you’re afraid of falling in love. I’ve heard you talking to your girl friends about boys, about your lame ex boyfriends and how they made you want nothing to do with relationships anymore.”

“Were you spying on me?” You said, incredulous

“No, tawtute!” Neteyam chuckled at your accusation “It’s not like we’ve never been close to each other before the party. I know you’ve seen me before when you came to my tribe to conduct your scientific researches. I always made an effort to be around you, I just never approached you but I never tried to hide the fact that I had a crush on you. I was always staring at you. And I know you noticed!” He chuckled “One time you caught me staring from afar and met my gaze but you soon looked away and after that I started feeling like you were avoiding looking in my eyes again. Was I right?” he questioned, with his brows furrowed but he still didn’t seem to feel defeated. Even after you had reacted like you were afraid of his words, Neteyam still had his lips curled up in a slight smile.

You looked at him with eyes that let him know you were trying to conceal your embarrassment. You did know Neteyam had noticed you had been trying to avoid him at all costs as soon as you noticed he seemed to be attracted to you but having him throw that fact in your face felt surprisingly uncomfortable and your cheeks did get a little pinkish.

“Maybe I was.”

“Of course you were. Everybody noticed. Lo’ak even made fun of me for that.” he shook his head from side to side while chuckling at the thought of his younger brother teasing him

"I'm sorry." You couldn't help but laugh a little bit

"Don't apologize. It's fine. I like a challenge." He smirked at you in a flirtatious way

"Neteyam, I think we should-"

"Just let me tell you everything I need to, please!" He interrupted, almost begging you

You sighed "Okay…" You sounded tired and a little annoyed

"After I got a good chance to talk to you last night, at the party, I fell for you. Hard. It's not just a crush anymore." His pretty face looked happy while he confessed his feelings for you, even if there was a little bit of angst inside his chest "I didn't bring you here to my hammock just to fuck you. I brought you here to make love to you. It wasn't just sex for me. I wanna ask you to be my mate. I hope you don't run away scared now… 'Cause that would kill me, my sevin tawtute. You're so perfect... I wanted you last night and I know I will want you forever. Please, please, let me be your mate. Or your husband, as you humans say. I know it's unexpected and it seems too soon, but this is our way. My people don't necessarily have to know someone for a long time before choosing them to be their mate." He explained to you "I don't want to ever be away from you. I couldn't. Not now that I have talked to you, laughed with you, laid next to you…" He brushed his warm hand through the outer part of your thigh, moving it upwards "Felt your pussy around my cock, so soft and inviting, so warm and wet inside, all for me..." Neteyam's breath was a bit labored, his hand still touching your skin, while he whispered those dirty words to you, remembering what you two had done while it was still eclipse "Please, be mine."

"It'd be great." You said. Neteyam smiled widely, not being able to grasp the real meaning of your words "But it could never work. Not between you and me. Not between a na'vi and a human. I'm so sorry. I have to go. My friends must be worried about me. I didn't tell Adeline where I was going before I left last night. She must be worried sick. See you around. I guess..." You said, as you got out of Neteyam's big hammock, as fast as you could, feeling the warm beach sand covering your toes as soon as your feet hit the ground, leaving Neteyam confused, still trying to wake up from his wishes and touch reality.

He knew you were afraid of committing to a lifelong relationship but he thought that maybe you would say "yes" to what he was proposing to you. Or that you would at least ask for some time to think. Neteyam did not think you would reject him so fast and bluntly like that. Especially since he was used to having girls crushing on him and throwing themselves at him all the time. Not only na'vi girls, there were many human girls who tried to seduce him as well but even though he did feel attracted to some of them, he felt that there was always something missing. Neteyam did value personality a lot, even if he was just going to mess around with the girl, and none of the other human girls had a personality that he truly liked. But you did. And of course you would be the one to reject him. His ego was screaming like a spoiled little brat at that moment as he laid back at his hammock, throwing his body with full force against its surface and exhaling strongly in frustration.

There was a lump in his throat and his heart was hurting like never before. No girl had ever made Neteyam feel that way. All he wanted was for you to accept him, to want to be with him.

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thesugarclubs-blog · 10 months ago

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Moonlight - Bucky Barnes x OC

warnings: college au, hockey boy bucky, friends to lovers

word count: 6.2k

WP: https://www.wattpad.com/1418435295-moonlight-luna

Vibe: “I know.” He said with soft furrowed brows. “I’m real sorry Luna.”

She nodded and glanced around the stadium at everyone staring at them. “I forgive you.” She said looking back at him. “Anyone who is crazy enough to come out bare ass on the ice deserves that.” Luna grinned.

Masterlist

Luna loved her dorm room. It was quiet, strung with vine lights and just enough posters that the beige walls felt normal. The room quickly became her safe space. She loved it here.

“Luuuuunaaa.” That familiar voice rang behind her door.

She groaned but couldn’t help the smile that tugged at the corners of her lips. Sitting up in her bed, she waited a moment. “3…2…1–”

“Luna Jackson, I know you’re hiding in that cave, I will break this door down.” Bucky said, his voice muffled against the wood. She laughed knowing that he would probably try. “Is that a laugh I heard? Does the idea of me hurting myself just to see you make you laugh!” By now he was also laughing.

Luna stood and grabbed the door, tugging it open with her signature frown. “My door isn’t a beer can tower you can just put your head through.”

“I wore a helmet.” He smirked leaning against the door frame, “once. It really got in the way the second time…. And the third.”

Luna raised a brow, “that explains so much.”

He finally glanced down at her, that Barnes smile proving to send a shot of warmth straight to her belly. “You wound me, pretty girl.”

“You’ll survive.” She grinned and turned on her heel to jump back onto her bed.

Bucky tugged the back of her shirt shaking his head as she turned to look at him. “You aren’t crawling back into that bed. You promised you’d come to the rink with me.”

“If I remember correctly you assumed I was coming.” She scowled. “The rink is cold and my bed is warm. Cozy warm. Makes you want hot chocolate and a good book warm.”

He smirked. “If you come with me I’ll buy you a hot chocolate there.”

"Not the same thing," she pouted. "Not the same thing at all."

"I'll make sure you stay warm," he pressed, bouncing eagerly on the balls of his feet.

"Don't be perverse," Luna warned, screwing her face up in mock disgust.

"I meant that you could wear my jersey, jeez," Bucky huffed but there was a knowing smirk building in the corner of his mouth.

"You should be so lucky," she said but then let out a world-weary sigh. "Fine. Gimme ten minutes to change."

Crossing the room, Luna began pulling clothes from her closet. She knew damn well how cold that rink was when she wasn’t working up a sweat on the ice, usually dragged on by Bucky who’d had enough of running drills and challenged her to races she’d never win.

She chucked her warmest sweater onto the bed, a pair of thermal leggings to wear under her jeans and the thickest socks she owned and then turned to Bucky who was still leaning in her doorway. He was watching her with that look he gets sometimes, eyes soft and hazy.

“If you think you’re about to get lucky Barnes, you can think again.” Luna twirled her finger in the air, pointing out into the hall, and Bucky sagged with a dramatic groan as he turned around. “I won’t be long.”

She heard him grumble a quiet "yeah yeah" under his breath before he left, throwing her one sneaky, quick glance over his shoulder as she shut the door to her room, the lingering look setting off butterflies that she'll deny with all her might they exist.

Barnes was probably one of the very few people in her life that could make her give up a warm bed and a book in the calmness of her room in exchange for going out and having fun. Luna felt lucky for knowing him.

After shimying into her jeans, she tugged on her sweater, her warmest one was coincidentally the emerald green one Bucky had once said he loved because it brought out her eyes. Everytime she wore it he gave her a look that was enough to warm her up even if the temperatures were well below zero. She huffed out a breath shaking away the thought as she laced up her docs before grabbing her bag and her current read just in case.

“I’m gonna open the door Bucky, you might wanna step away from it,” she laughed

“All clear!” His muffled voice murmured from the other side.

“Everytime,” she whispered, shaking her head. “Alright, let’s go Barnes before I change my mind.”

“Aw, you wouldn’t do that to me sweets” he smiled as he took her in, “I love that on ya Jackson.” His eyes drifted down to the book tucked under her arm.

“Everytime,” he laughed.

They walked down the hallway side by side, Bucky hovering his palm over the small of the back like he always did.

His hand never touched her although secretly she wished he would.

It was a gesture of friendly protection, showing the world that she was under his guard and belonged to him.

Luna would have never thought she'd be close to the star player of the hockey team, the center forward that was probably the center of a lot of college girl's sex dreams. She mentally rolled her eyes by thinking about all the girls that waited for him at every practice and game just to get a puck, a disgustingly sweaty jersey, or his phone number.

Luna took a deep breath as they walked into the rec center, preparing her lungs for the seasonal chill that filled the space when the arena floor was covered with ice. She glanced up at Bucky to see that light in his eyes sparkle. The one he always got when he entered the building. His eyes flicked down to hers and that swarm of butterflies she consistently had to swear off started up again in her chest. "What did you drag me down here for exactly?"

The grin that spread across his features both terrified her and warmed her at the same time. "Hot chocolate?" He smirked.

Luna narrowed her eyes at him. "I somehow doubt that."

"Can't a guy just want to spend time with his Luna whenever he wants?" He leaned forward, tucking his chin down to meet her gaze.

"Your Luna?" She replied indignantly. "Since when?"

"Always," Bucky shrugged, "You got a problem with that?"

Luna huffed and stormed over to her usual seat by the side of the rink and dropped her bag on the floor. There was a package there, wrapped in brown paper, with her name printed on it in block capitals. It was heavy in her hands, and bulky, and the paper had already begun to tear through in one corner as something metallic and sharp poked through. She started there, ripping open the wrappings to reveal a pair of skates. They were white with emerald-green laces and had yellow crescent moons painted along the sides. Gasping in surprise she turned to face Bucky, who approached carrying two hot chocolates and wore a cocky grin.

"Buck..."

"What? Your old ones were tattered and shit. I thought I'd give you a fighting chance at beating me in a race at least once," he said.

A familiar warmth spread throughout her, and for a moment Luna let her emotions show on her face. A soft smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She'd never had someone in her life that was so observant to little things the way that he was. From freshman orientation, Bucky had been like a thorn in her side that she couldn't get rid of in the best way possible. He made her smile more times than she'd ever admit and as she examined the new pair of skates in her hand, running her finger over the crescent moons, for a short moment, she let her real feelings creep in.

"You know I don't need an advantage to beat you in a race," Luna cleared her throat, finally looking over to meet Bucky's sparkling blue eyes.

With a snorted laugh, Bucky shook his head, "Well you've only won once, so I think you might," he joked, "but if you don't like 'em..." he started, reaching his hand out to take the skate.

"No!" Luna pulled them away, "You put all this effort in, the least I could do is humor you," she smirked.

Bucky grinned down at her as he handed a hot chocolate over, extra whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles just how she liked it.

“Oh, it’s on, little moon. Drink your hot chocolate and then lace up.”

“Aye, aye, Captain.” Luna threw him a lazy two finger salute and took a sip of her drink, instantly feeling cold whipped cream smear across the tip of her nose.

“You got a little something just…” Bucky murmured as he plopped down in the seat beside her. He reached out, swiping the cream from her nose with his finger and flashed her a lopsided smile. “There.”

She couldn't help the shuddered breath that escaped her as her eyes caught on the sight of Bucky sliding his thumb between his lips and sucking the whipped cream off of it.

Luna quickly averted her eyes away from his, sitting down on the bench and busying her hands with the new skates while she hoped her hair covered her rosy cheeks.

"Just... just give me a minute to change into them then we can break them in," Luna told him. The flurry of feelings started to swell in her heart making it hard to speak.

She took one more sip of her hot chocolate before setting it beside her to bend over and unlace her boots.

“You really wanna beat me that much you’re not gonna finish your hot chocolate,” he all but screeched.

“Hey, I never leave a hot chocolate behind, one. Two, I just wanna get a feel of ‘em before I win, you know stretch my toes in them. That also gives you a chance to prepare for your imminent defeat Barnes,” she declared.

“Feisty, I like it Jackson.” He mused

"You know it," she winked at him, looking up into his smiling eyes.

"Hiya Buck," a group of sophomores chorused as they skated past. Bucky turned his head towards the voices and waved, his eyes reluctant to leave hers.

"Your fanclub's in," she teased, standing up and testing her weight on the new blades.

Bucky rolled his eyes. "How do they feel?"

"Like they were made for me. You really shouldn't have, but I'm glad you did. Thank you." Luna smiled at him again. He really did make her feel warm and fuzzy inside, but in all the time they'd been friends he'd never made her feel that he wanted more, and that she was firmly parked in the friend zone.

"So, you'll abandon that hot chocolate and follow me on the ice, Jackson?"

Luna was so focused on testing the new blades that she hadn't realized that Bucky had changed into his own and was standing in front of her with his hand stretched out toward her.

"Abandoning hot chocolate means bad luck. Not gonna risk it," she said before emptying the cup with her eyes fixed on him. When she set it back down, she let her tongue slip out, and carefully cleaned the remaining whipped cream around her lips.

Bucky was still watching her, completely ignoring the same group of girls as they passed by them again with loud giggles and teasing "We need some help with skating. Maybe you can teach us, Buck" shouts. A playful smirk danced around his face before he slightly shook his head in amusement.

"You're going to be the death of me one day," he mumbled before turning around and making his way to the open door that would let them enter the ice.

"That's too much pressure." Luna scrunched her nose as she set her hot chocolate down and stood up on wobbly legs. She always hated this part, getting from the regular floor to the ice. She felt like a baby deer trying to get there. Bucky, never failing to notice anything about her, reached for her elbow after one unsteady step and smiled warmly at her.

"I've got you."

Luna glanced up at him as she steadied herself and stepped onto the ice. "Thanks." She whispered, feeling her cheeks turn pink.

"Anytime pretty girl."

A chorus of Bucks greeted them as soon as their blades hit the ice. With an apologetic shrug of his shoulders Bucky skated backwards away from her and towards the gaggle of puck bunnies that waited near the center of the rink. Luna clutched the barrier as she let herself become used to the lack of friction, eyeing their short sleeves and furry ear muffs with disdain.

She let out a scoff and pushed herself off, gliding slowly but gracefully towards the group. She’d skated all her life and was more than confident on the ice but her sense of self-preservation had always been stronger than Bucky's. It was the reason he always had her beat.

Ear piercing giggles sounded from the girls as Bucky charmed them, talking about his last game and how “easy” of a win it was. Luna was sure she saw her brain when she rolled her eyes as she finally got up beside Bucky.

“And then just as the buzzer sounded, I shot the puck into the net right between the goalies knees,” he boasted, a proud smirk on his face as he looked down at Luna.

With a soft laugh, blond shook her head, “you only made that shot because Wilson was picking a fight and had everyone distracted”

“A wins a win” he winked with a shrug of his shoulders.

“I think it was a great shot Bucky, the team couldn’t have done it without you,” a brunette practically sang, placing her hand on Buck’s bicep.

“That’s what they always say,” Bucky replied, beaming proudly as he glanced over at Luna for confirmation.

Luna’s gaze had drifted to the brunette’s hand on Bucky’s arm, staring at it like she’d somehow developed telekinetic powers and any moment now the other girl would let go.

“Right, pretty girl?” Bucky pressed.

Luna glanced up, sensing the daggers the girls were sending her for Bucky’s sweet term of endearment.

“Hmm? Oh yeah, all the time,” she agreed.

Bucky furrowed his brows as if he sensed that she was uncomfortable with the dressed-up girls around them. The brunette was beaming at Bucky, revealing toothbrush-advertisement-white teeth and Luna had to admit that the sophomore was beautiful. She and Bucky would look great on the cover page of the campus' magazine.

"I'm having trouble finding my balance in these skates. Do you have any tips, Buck?" the brunette asked, blinking with her fake eyelashes in his direction.

"Actually, I was here to help Luna break in her new skates and..."

"I'll be fine, Barnes. Give her a helping hand. She needs it. Even a newborn foal is steadier on its legs than this girl," Luna interrupted him with a shake of her hand.

Bucky turned his head towards her, raising his brows in a silent 'Are you sure?', but she only gave him a shy smile in return.

The girls wouldn't have stopped harassing them until he finally helped out the brunette. She was looking at him with heart-eyes, giggling at every word he spoke, funny or not. It was always the same with him and the fangirls and she was sure he enjoyed bathing in attention.

"Alright. Let me see you skate and I’ll try to help," Bucky spoke towards the brunette again, watching the girl stumble over the ice with a contorted face.

Luna wasn't needed in the assessment, so she pushed off from where she was currently standing and started skating around the rink to get comfortable with the new skates.

Maybe she should have stayed in her cozy bed with a book. Then she wouldn't have to watch this awkward group date that reminded her a lot of 'The Bachelor'.

Ten minutes later, Luna stepped from the ice onto the rubber matting of the floor. She'd been quite happy skating around on her own, her thoughts back on the times when she'd taken ice dancing at elementary school, but one of the guys in her chem class had started to bug her. He'd been trying to catch her attention as she skated around but she didn't want to hang out with him. She'd come to the rink with Bucky. She looked back over in his direction but he was still basking in the attention of the puck bunnies, what was even more infuriating was that it was obvious that the girls knew what they were doing.

She picked up her hot chocolate and took a sip. It wasn't scalding hot like she had hoped but it was still warm enough that she enjoyed it. She leaned over the edge of the rink, watching everyone skate by. The group of girls and Bucky had migrated closer to her as he laughed with them. They pretended to trip over gouges in the ice, using any excuse they could to hold onto him. It didn't help the little green monster on her back that wanted to drag him away.

Lost in her thoughts, Luna didn't realize that the girl who had asked for his help in the first place was skating towards her. In a moment, the girl knocked into her, splashing the hot chocolate all over Luna and her emerald sweater. "Hey!"

The girl shot her a sickly sweet glare and shrugged. "Sorry!"

Bucky skated over with his brows furrowed. The gaggle of girls following behind him. "I'm just so clumsy. I think I need more lessons, Buck what do you think?"

Luna glanced down at herself. Her shirt and jeans were soaked. She knew it wasn't an accident just by the daggers coming her way from the girl and her friends. Her eyes flit to Bucky and his fist was covering his mouth.

"Pretty girl, you gotta be more careful." He said, amusement pure in his voice. The girls burst out laughing and soon he followed, sending a sinking feeling through Luna.

“You’re telling me to be careful?” Luna snapped, her fury rising.

“Well, they’re new skates s’gonna take some time to get used to ‘em,” Bucky said, clueless innocence plastered all over his face.

“Yeah,” the chief bunny chimed in, resting her head against Bucky’s broad shoulder, “we can’t all be as good on the ice as Bucky. Maybe you should watch him for some pointers.”

“Watch him?” Luna fumed, reaching boiling point as she took in Bucky’s banal smile. “Watch him?! Watch this!”

She sank to her knees on the ice and began to unlace her skates.

She tugged at the boots, cursing them as they caught on her heel, not yet worn into the shape of her feet. With one off, it fell to the ice, metal blade clattering before the other boot joined it and Luna huffed, climbing to up from her knees. The ice soaked through her socks, chilling and wet as she clutched the skates in her hands.

“Luna, what are you—“

Bucky’s words died on his tongue as Luna launched a skate at him.

“You can take your brand new fuckin’ skates, Barnes. And shove them up—” she threw the other skate and it bounced off his thigh before landing at his feet, “your ass.”

And with that, she stormed off the ice.

Luna could hear the commotion behind her as she grabbed her book and boots and ran towards the door of the rec center. The gasps at her actions and concern that the girls had shown Bucky were quickly covered by him shouting her name after her. She paused, just once, and looked behind her. Bucky had picked up her skates and was making his way off the ice, the girls behind him long forgotten.

Luna didn't stop running until she was back at the dorm. She was still in just her socks, she hadn't wanted to stop to put on her boots in case he caught up to her. She was so mad she was in tears and she didn't want to let anyone see her cry. She slammed her door shut, locked it and threw herself onto her bed.

Luna laid there for a while. The tears had stopped and were replaced with the knowing feeling that the feelings that secretly laid beneath the surface for Bucky would never come to light.

A soft knock came across her door and her eyes slid closed. "Luna?" Bucky asked. She heard a soft thud followed by the sound of him sliding down the door.

"Go away, Bucky." She said softly.

"You forgot your skates...and left your shoes out." His voice sounded so small compared to his usual boisterous self and she hated the ache it created in her chest. "Please talk to me? I don't...I don't know what I did."

“That’s the problem, Barnes, you never do. I didn’t even want to come to the damn rink in the first place. All I wanted was a quiet day in bed with a good book but there you were, all puppy dog eyes and charming fucking smile…”

“You think my smile’s charming?” He asked, and the hope in his tone sent her apoplectic.

“Just go away! Slide on back to your puck bunnies.”

“But I don’t wanna go away, pretty girl. I wanna spend the day with you. I don’t know what I did to make you feel bad but I promise I’ll make it better. Just let me…”

“I said no, Bucky,” Luna interrupted him, her voice cracking. “Leave me alone.”

“Little moon,” Bucky whined, and Luna could hear him shuffling on the floor followed by a soft thud of what she assumed was his hand against the wooden door.

“Don’t call me that, Bucky. Don’t call me ‘little moon’ or ‘pretty girl’—“

“Only calling you what you are, Luna.”

Luna sniffled, hugging the stupid bear Bucky won for her at the fair to her chest.

“You laughed at me, Buck,” she said softly. “She intentionally knocked into me and you didn’t do anything. Just made shitty comments and laughed. You’ve never made me feel so small.”

"I'm sorry, sweetheart," his tone changed, the whine had disappeared and was replaced by something akin to sorrow. "I'd never do anything to hurt you."

"You just did," she whispered. "I need you to go." Luna felt like her heart was breaking and she did not like it.

She heard Bucky's head thunk on the door before he got up and then it went quiet.

Luna waited a few minutes until she was convinced it was safe to open the door. She found her shoes and skates propped up against it and the sight of the tiny little moons sent her heart cracking. She picked them up and tossed them aside in her room before shutting the door and changing into something comfortable and hiding away in her bed.

Hours later a soft knock sounded on her door and Luna managed to lift her head enough to hear the sad voice that drifted into her room.

“I know you’re mad at me pret- Luna, but please come to the game tonight? Please?”

Her chest tightened at the plaintive sound of Bucky’s words and she pulled her comforter up over her head. It wasn’t fast enough to block out the dejected apology that he ended with, however, before his heavy footsteps took him away back down the hallway.

Luna flopped restlessly onto her back and threw her forearm over her eyes. There was no way she would be going to the game tonight.

She couldn’t.

She…

With a huff, she peeled back her comforter and shifted to sit on the edge of her bed, her face drawn into a disgruntled frown.

Stepping into the rink again felt like a mistake the moment she clocked the girls from earlier in the stands, dolled up for the players and still in far less clothing than they should be for an ice rink.

Luna heaved out a sigh, avoiding eye contact as she slipped into her usual row. Bucky always knew where to look for her, and part of her was dreading seeing him but she still cared about him, still knew he'd find her in the stands as he took his position on the ice and the last thing she wanted to do was throw him off his game.

The rink was loud, only growing louder as the teams finally skated out and she spotted him straight away. His broad shoulders were made even broader by his uniform, smile laid back and cheeky for the crowd as he fist bumped his team mates and then his eyes were on her, and his stupid, handsome face lit up like she was the best thing he'd ever seen.

Hi, he mouthed, his lips curving in a grateful smile before he shoved his mouth guard over his teeth and it was game on.

The action out on the ice was brutal, it was always the same when they played these opponents, and they'd been battling it out the whole game. Bucky was outstanding, finding the goal twice and setting up two other players to score as well. Once the final whistle had sounded the bunnies had swarmed down to the ice and Luna noticed that the brunette was now sporting a home jersey with BARNES printed on the back.

That bitch was now making her last nerve tick, she was going to swing for her, no word of a lie... Luna pulled herself up short, what was she thinking?

She scanned the ice for Bucky, he'd been there a minute ago, high fiving and fist bumping his team mates. Well she was damned if she was going to go looking for him, especially with them hanging around, eating up the attention they were getting from the players. She'd just sit here until he came to get her.

The rest of the team had formed a semi-circle in the middle of the rink, throwing their arms around each other and sliding about in celebration. Even as they tore off their helmets there was still no sign of Bucky’s fluffy dark hair.

Luna sat back in her seat, her arms folded huffily across her chest but a hush fell over the crowd and drew her attention. Whistles and hollers began near the players’ entrance that grew into a thunderous riot as Bucky made his appearance back on the ice in nothing but his skates with his helmet clutched protectively over his junk.

Lips formed in a tight line as she tried not to laugh and with a disbelieving shake of her head, Luna’s eyes followed Bucky across the ice as he showed off, spinning and laughing before he stopped dead centre.

“Really, Bucky?” Luna whispered to no one in particular as Bucky adjusted his helmet over his crotch and inevitably found her again in the crowd.

Bucky grinned, bright eyed and mischievous, and then he spun on the spot to reveal her name scrawled across his broad shoulders, thick lines of marker pen spelling out ‘Jackson’ between two love hearts.

Luna slid as far down in her seat as she could when a few eyes in the surrounding seats glanced between her flushing face and Bucky's grin on the rink.

"I'm sorry Luna Jackson! Please forgive me!" The naked brunette hollered across the ice at her while his teammates and the fans sitting around the ice burst in laughter and a few of the girls glared her way.

"You're crazy, Barnes," she muttered under her breath and shook her head at his antics. Her eyes never leaving his form as he skated closer, the butterflies in her chest increasing as Luna saw the sparkle in his eyes. The pleading look in his gaze broke her resolve.

She wouldn't deny him. Couldn't even if she wanted to.

That same lopsided smile spread over his features as he got closer. The normal cockiness vanished for a moment as he looked at her. “C’mon pretty girl, please forgive me.”

Luna couldn’t help her own smile at hearing the soft whine in his voice. She knew that being mad at him was only going to last for a few hours anyway. Bucky had a way of turning into the Kool-aid man and bursting through every wall she put up around herself…and her heart.

Her dorm room? Was still comfy and cozy with her lights and posters but it never felt right without Bucky Barnes curled up at the foot of her bed reading his comics or rambling on about practice. He was her constant. Her person.

“You hurt me Barnes.” She countered standing up and taking the short few steps to the edge of the rink where he waited.

“I know.” He said with soft furrowed brows. “I’m real sorry Luna.”

She nodded and glanced around the stadium at everyone staring at them. “I forgive you.” She said looking back at him. “Anyone who is crazy enough to come out bare ass on ice deserves that.” Luna grinned.

With a triumphant whoop, Bucky threw his arms in the air and spun in a circle, completely forgetting about the helmet protecting his modesty. It skittered across the ice and a collective gasp sounded from the crowd as Bucky slid to a stop, bare-ass naked, with his arms in the air and a broad grin on his face.

It was almost comedic, the way his eyes darted from Luna down to his groin and then back again in quick succession. At least he had the good grace to blush as she rushed to close the distance between them, sliding out onto the ice in her sneakers. She tore off her top layer of clothing and collided with Bucky’s solid frame, wrapping the sleeves around his waist as his arms wrapped around her.

“You wore my jersey,” he stated affectionately.

“Yeah, well one of us had to,” she snarked, but her shy smile took the sting out of her words.

"You really forgive me?" He asked quietly, not caring that he was naked and flashing everyone.

"Yes, you doofus. Now go cover up please?" Luna gritted.

She was flustered. The feel of his skin beneath her palms was sending goosebumps all over her body and her skin was heating up in the middle of the cold rink. She didn't dare move her hands any lower than his waist. Although the jersey she’d swung around his waist hung precariously low covering his groin, the trail of dark hair from his navel and down was hard to miss when her eyes didn't know where to look.

Bucky was grinning madly at her but, before he could say anything else, the angry shout of one Coach Fury sounded across the rink.

"Barnes! You better get your ass off the damn ice right this second!"

“You should, um—“ Luna said softly, giggling as Bucky shivered and fumbled a little on his skates.

“You know, I didn’t really think about how cold this place would be with no clothes on.”

“No shit, Buck. Go, before you face the wrath of Fury.”

Bucky nodded, smiling at her so hard his eyes crinkled at the edges and his nose scrunched. Luna turned to leave too, her heart flipping when Bucky suddenly reached out, his fingers wrapping around her wrist.

“Meet me at our spot, pretty girl?”

Luna smiled, that familiar warmth she only got when Bucky called her that spread through her. "After you get some clothes on." She laughed as he let go of her.

"Fine." He huffed but followed it with a smirk.

She watched for a moment as he skated away from her before she turned and headed out of the stadium. It was a short walk to the center of campus where a tall oak tree stood. Their tree. Luna settled against the rough bark as she sat in the grass and waited for him. Droves of students and staff alike passed by, all whooping and hollering to celebrate their team's win.

It was the giggles and snickers that first alerted Luna to someone’s approach. Calls of ”Bucky” and offers of phone numbers followed in his wake as he jogged across the green towards her. She scrambled to her feet and stood awkwardly, nerves coursing through her as he drew ever closer. He didn’t slow down, instead barreling into her and sweeping her off her feet with arms wrapped tightly around her.

He nuzzled into the tumble of hair behind her ear muttering apology after apology as he spun them in a circle, completely oblivious to the brunette and her gaggle of hangers-on that loitered at the edge of the grass.

“Put me down you big oaf!” Luna laughed even though she found herself clinging to him tighter, savouring the way Bucky’s body felt simultaneously soft and firm and warm against hers, and the soft brush of his lips over her neck as he whispered his apologies against her skin.

Eventually, he set her down on the grass, tucking a hair behind her ear as he stared down at her.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured once more and Luna thwacked him across the arm for it.

“I already said I forgive you, Barnes. Just don’t do it again.”

“Cross my heart, little moon,” Bucky smiled, his voice tender as his hand lingered at her jaw, cupping her chin gently. “Luna…”

Her breath hitched as their eyes connected, the blue of his eyes almost navy in the dimly lit campus. He shifted his weight closer to her, the scent of him enveloping her.

He was still caressing her jaw, his thumb slowing down when it reached her bottom lip, tracing it softly.

"Buck I–"

"Can I, little moon?" He interrupted. His gaze focused on her lips as he licked his own in anticipation.

Her heart was beating wildly behind her ribcage. This is the moment their friendship had been building toward, the longing for more was all powerful. And looking at him now, Luna knew she couldn't resist the pull any longer. No matter how much she was terrified of ruining what they already had.

Not giving herself anymore time to doubt her decision, she nodded once.

"Yes."

Bucky's lazy smile returned as his eyes met hers briefly before closing the distance between them. Soft lips pressed against her own and she felt his hand slide into her hair, tangling his fingers at the root. Luna let out a soft whimper against his mouth and it only took a moment before her lips parted and his tongue slid against hers.

His answering moan sent a thrill of desire down her spine and she wound her arms around his neck. Tilting his head the other way, he deepened the angle of their kiss even more. His hand splayed out across the middle of her back and he shuffled them backwards a few steps, his lips never leaving hers, until they came to a halt against the wide trunk of the oak.

“You ok, pretty girl?” He murmured, punctuating his words with the featherlight kisses she’d secretly daydreamed about.

“I’m having a hard time believing this is real,” Luna chuckled, “but I’m more than okay.”

Bucky laughed, the sound rich and melodic as he pressed in impossibly close. With one hand braced against the trunk of the tree, he dipped his head and pressed a series of soft, ticklish kisses across Luna’s cheeks.

“It’s very real— God, Luna, you gotta know how much you mean to me. I’ve been stupid about you since the moment we met. You’re gorgeous—“ He kissed her forehead. “Intelligent—“ Another kiss to her cheek. “Wickedly funny.” Bucky kissed her other cheek, thumb brushing over her bottom lip and tugging it down gently. “And yeah, you’re a bit of a grump but opposites attract, right?”

“You’re an idiot,” Luna giggled, reaching up and threading her fingers through Bucky’s hair.

“Well, yeah,” Bucky scoffed. “But I wanna be your idiot if you’ll let me?”

It was hard to believe, not in a million years would she have thought she'd have a shot with Bucky Barnes. He was handsome, smart, and annoyingly funny and– try all she might, Luna didn't have a chance of resisting him.

Especially not with how stupidly gorgeous he looked right now, pledging himself to her if she agreed.

Her heart had the decision made before he even asked.

"Yeah," she looked up into his pretty blues, her voice breathless from the onslaught of emotions swirling in them.

Luna smiled softly, closing the distance between their lips again before whispering, "I guess I'll be your grump then."

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ayelbee · 2 years ago

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MORE THAN LOVE | K. MBAPPÉ | 3

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Summary: Sometimes even love is not enough for relationships. But it's fine because you are over it. But getting again in a contact with his younger brother wasn't smart.

TW: French translation from a translator

Notes: This was the first time and also the last time I tried to write dialog in french, and never again! So with this I wanna apologize to french speakers, because i belive it is gonna be shit. Also I'm curenntly stuck at home for another week with a sickness, so I'm opening requests now!

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You didn't want to leave your bed that day, but you also knew that you needed to get up. Ethan was supposed to come in two hours, so you had two hours to make yourself look less miserable than you actually were.

It took you another thirty minutes before you were able to get out of your bed. With a few curse words you made your way to the kitchen first, and then to the bathroom where you got ready.

You actually didn't do anything special, because, at the end of the day, Ethan was your little brother, he knew how you looked in the morning, just in his brother's shirt and his giant sweatpants. But you wanted to look good for yourself, to show Ethan how his brother's absence in your life didn't have any effect on your life.

Which obviously have.

After changing from your PJs into some hoodie with sweatpants you spent the rest of the morning dancing to your favorite songs to light up your mood. Which worked as always.

As you were singing the last words of Sexy Bitch, you heard the doorbell ring. All out of breath, you went to the door to open it. There you found Ethan with a giant grin on his face.

"Did you hear that?" you asked as you moved out of his way to enter your flat.

"Little bit" he laughed "hello by the way." you got closer to him and you hugged him.

"Hey." as the hug ended you look at him from top to bottom. "You grew up again, right?" you didn't remember him as tall as he was now.

"Or you got smaller" he laughed "where can I put my jacket?"

"Funny." you rolled your eyes as you pointed to the hook on the wall.

"Will you get me a home tour like in those youtube videos?" he asked with a giant grin playing on his face.

"Well there is not much to see, but sure if you want to." you talked while he was taking off his shoes.

"There is a bathroom" you pointed to the door on his left side "that door next to them is the toilet and there is my bedroom." now you were pointing to the right side. But my favorite room is there." you started to walk thru the last door, turning back to Ethan as you reached the middle of the room. "This is my kingdom," you said as he turned around your living room connected to the kitchen.

"This room screams your name." he laughed as he started looking out from the windows.

"Why?" you sat down on a couch.

"The plants, the painting, the big windows." he sat next to you. "I really like the view tho."

"The view is actually the reason why I chose this flat." your apartment was situated in the courtyard, which made him really calm.

"Menteuse," he said with a playful tone. You just furrowed your eyebrows.

"What?" you didn't get why he called you a liar.

"You can't tell me that you choose this flat because of the view, you lived in an apartment with a view of the Champs de Mars." Ethan raised his eyebrows and fixed his gaze on you.

"That's true but this apartment has its own vibe, you know? It is cozy, the view makes you calm, and it is my safe place. No stress, no worries, just silence." Kylian's apartment was giant, it was fine when the two of you were there, but when he was away it was too much. You felt so alone there, that was the reason why you always did your best to spend as little time as possible there alone.

"Kylian was your safe place back then." you felt like he was interrogating you. Trying his best to notice every change in your expression when he mentioned his brother's name.

"What is this about Ethan?" your voice stayed calm, but your eyes looked broken almost watery. Ethan noticed. Ethan always noticed, he was a good kid. He knew you for a long time and ever since he know how you reacted, he knew the look when you were happy when you were looking at his brother with so much love in your eyes, but he also knew the look when you were moving out of Kylian's apartment. He knew it all, but he still wanted to have you back as his sister. As a person who will be there when his brother won't. Who will go to his games, take him to his favorite restaurant, and call his brother afterward to tell him how he played.

"I miss you Y/n." his expression changed as he realized how uncomfortable he made you. "I miss KyIian when he was with you, he is different now. It is not like when you two didn't know each other. I miss you in my life, in OUR lives." he started to play with the bottom of his shirt. You didn't have any words to say, as you would probably begin to cry, so you just leaned to him and wrapped his hands around his shoulders.

"I'm so sorry Ethan." you began. "I miss you and your whole family too, even Kylian. But there is nothing I can do about it. There were reasons why we didn't work out. Because we both deserve better. We deserve someone who will be able to give us their 100%, and who will support us 24/7. He needs someone who will be able to attend to the maximum of his matches and I need someone who will understand how important I is my work. That I am not the type of girlfriend that will sit all day alone at home just waiting on him to come from training. At least I am not like that now. I have my own dreams and goals, and as much as I would love to support him in his dreams I need someone to support me too." first tear escaped your eye, but you wiped it down so Ethan didn't notice. "I know we didn't see each other in the past months, but if it is what you want, I would love to be in a contact with you again." you finished.

"He doesn't know that I am with you now. He doesn't even know that you called me on my birthday Y/n, because if I told him he would be begging you right now to come back." he paused for a minute, making you think about his words. "He is a piece of shit since you two broke up, but it is even worse since the world cup. He was talking about you the whole morning."

"What?" as much as you need more time to process everything he was talking about, the fact that Kylian was today talking about you couldn't go unnoticed.

"Yeah, you know he sometimes sleeps at home, since he is complaining about how much is his apartment empty and silent without you and how that apartment is not his home, since the day you left. And he told me that he saw you yesterday, he was telling mum how beautiful and happy you looked, and how he wanted to start running after you when you closed the cab. But he also told us that you deserve to be happy, which you definitely are without him."

"I didn't know that Ethan." you had no idea how much the break up of the two of you affected Kylian. You thought that getting over it was much easier for him than for you. That he had these beautiful models in his DM's who were there to help if he wanted.

"I'm sorry for bringing him up Y/n." Ethan felt sorry for ruining the mood, he knew that there is no reason why to talk about his brother. As much as he wished for you two to get back together, he knew that this is not his business. Kylian should be the one to try and Ethan even though he tried, seeing you know he was sure that he didn't do a thing to get you back.

"It's fine Ethan, but let's watch Captain America now, ok?" you put your hand on his shoulder. "Do you want ice cream? I bought your favorite flavor from Ben and Jerry's." you tried your best to erase that tension from the room.

"Y/n you are the best." a smile appeared on his face.

"I know Ethan." you get up from the couch and walked to the kitchen.

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After two hours and The First Avenger later you were eating some pasta you order for your lunch earlier. You told Ethan about your trip to London where you went in December, about the winter wonderland, which you were sure he would love. Ethan was also talking about his football season and about the World cup, but he didn't mention Kylian. Which you were glad for. He was talking about Qatar, its food, and how hot it actually was there. But he was also talking about his birthday party with his friends and everything that happened in his life since August.

It wasn't tension or awkward as it was at the start. This was chill, and fun as back in the days when the two of you used to hang up. The talking of you two was interrupted by Ethan's phone.

"That's Ky." his face froze the moment he looked at the screen.

"It's fine you can take it." you smiled, knowing that this won't hurt you.

Ethan looked at you like he didn't want to believe you. "I really mean it." you slightly laughed. Ethan looked at his screen for a few seconds, looking like he was considering his options, but in the end, he picked up that call.

"Hey." Ethan wasn't a good liar, even from the tone he put on from the start you could tell that she was really nervous, and it would be even weirder if his own brother wouldn't notice.

"Hé, et si je t'emmenais déjeuner et qu'ensuite nous allions au cinéma voir le nouveau film Avatar ?" [Hey, how about I take you to lunch and then we go to the movies to see the new Avatar movie? ] you could hear Kylian's voice from the phone.

"Je suis dehors avec les garçons en ce moment.." [I'm out with the boys at the moment.] Ethan didn't sound convincing at all.

"Vous semblez être nerveux." [You seem to be nervous.] as you heard Kylian's laugh your heart ached. "Et si on y va le soir ? tu seras toujours avec les garçons ?" [ What if we go in the evening? Will you still be with the boys?]

"Je vais probablement rentrer tard." [I'll probably be home late.] he nervously chucked making more doubts in Kylian.

"Tu es un terrible menteur, mon frère." [You are a terrible liar, brother.] he laughed again. "Tu es avec une fille ?" [Are you with a girl?] Ethan's expression changed to a terrified face.

"Vous pourriez le dire comme ça." [You could say it like that.] Ethan tried to laugh as he looked scared into your eyes. You did your best not to burst out laughing.

"Alors je vais arrêter de te déranger, je t'appelle demain et tu me diras tout sur cette fille que tu aimes." [So I will stop bothering you now, I'll call you tomorrow and you will tell me everything about this girl you like.] After this sentence Ethan said goodbye to Kylian as soon as possible, hanging the phone up before Kylian was able to say goodbye back.

"That call was a nightmare in a real life." Ethan signed as you finally burst out laughing.

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The rest of the day went great, you pushed Kylian into the back of your mind. You enjoyed it too much. You even promised Ethan to go to his next game, if Kylian won't be attending. Ethan even joked about giving you his jersey which you could wear to that game. And you laughed. You lauged more than in the past months.

When Ethan left you ended up staring from your window into the courtyard. Now was the moment when Kylian got back into you mind. You didn't like it at all. Because since you came back from Christmas he was there almost 24/7 leaving you more and more confused.

But today you understood why he was there. He was there because of the things that Ethan had told you.

"Kylian was your safe place back then."

"He is a piece of shit since you two broke up..."

"He was talking about you the whole morning."

"...that apartment is not his home, since the day you left."

"...But he also told us that you deserve to be happy, which you definitely are without him."

Were you acually happy without him?

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jut-and-dae-enthusiast · 1 year ago

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You Feel Like //h.j.s

pairing: idol!jisung x fem!reader I genre: fluff, strangers to friends to lovers I Warnings: talk of anxiety, mention of sasaengs (kinda just wanted to be sure to put it here), use of pet names (baby, lovey), mc gets very drunk, im experiencing hanji brain rot and this is the product, y/n is written from the perspective of being plus sized but it's not a plot point bc it doesn't need to be :)

word count: 4.8k

a/n: hello everyone! Just a heads up in case it isn't explained well enough in the beginning here: the use of the name "Han" is in reference to like his stage name, while "Jisung" is in reference to him as just a normal human. Apologies if that gets confusing but I thought the idea was cool. :) Also the title comes from this song, as I feel like the song fits the vibe. titles are hard. thank you. i love u.

reblogs and comments are always appreciated :)

If you spent any amount of time with him, you would know there are two very distinct sides to Han Jisung.

First, there was Han. This is where the performer side of him lived. The side that everyone knew. The cocky faces he makes when he dances, the way he raps like he could bring any person in the room to their knees in that moment. A loud voice, drawing the whole room’s attention to him with a laugh that almost immediately followed anything he said. Witty and funny, goofy and smiley. This is Han.

Then, there’s Jisung. This is where the domestic side of him lived. The side that only those closest to him had the honor of seeing. Quiet mornings, gentle humming as he writes lyrics on notebook paper or napkins or anything a pen could mark. A dark room with only soft fairy lights and a tv screen playing his favorite anime or kdrama. Cozy hoodies and soft smiles, content in the calmness. Wide eyes and puffy cheeks, still goofy but only because that’s who he is. This is Jisung.

Your first encounter, of course, was with Han. It was a Friday night and you had gone to do karaoke with some friends to try and blow off steam. After hours of screaming your favorite songs, you were ready to go home. Your friends, however, were still going steady. So, you decided to step out for a moment. Stepping out of the room, you heard a group making their way down the opposite hall, the one in front loudly cracking jokes. You could see some dyed hair poking out from the bottom of his beanie, threatening to fall into his eyes. To your horror, you realized they had looped back around and were now coming directly towards you. Unsure of what to do, you turned and faced the wall, hoping they would just glide past you the way all groups of attractive men tended to. You saw the group move on and sighed with relief, turning back around. However, you were suddenly face to face with the loud one in the beanie. You blinked in surprise, expecting him to have been with his little gang.

“You okay?” He asks softly, scanning your face carefully. His eyes were so big it seemed like they were drinking you in even though he wasn’t trying. He’s really pretty, you thought to yourself, back pressed gently to the wall. He gave you a look as if to ask you again and you nodded, clearing your throat gently.

“Yes! Uh, just taking a little break. They’re hard to keep up with.” You point to the door and, as if they could sense it, your friend tried to hit a high note that sounded like a cry of pain. The stranger chuckled, looking down at his feet while nodding.

“I just… I felt like you needed someone to check in with you. People don’t usually stand with their nose pressed to the wall.” He teased a bit, holding back a smirk. Your cheeks flushed pink, head turning to look down the hall in an effort to conceal it.

“Well, thanks… for noticing.” You mutter, clenching your trembling fingers into a fist.

“Han! What’re you doing?” A voice called from a room down the hall.

“I’ll be just a sec!” He called back and sighed. “I didn’t catch your name. As you heard, I’m Han. Actually Han Jisung. My friends call me either of those. Or both. Or whatever.” He rambled and you could see the tips of his ears dusting pink.

“I’m y/n.” You replied softly, a smile resting on your lips as you watched him, intrigued.

“I hope we meet again, y/n.” He smiled wide and you nearly melted. Everything about him was radiant. He turned to walk down the hall and you felt him slipping from your fingers. You knew you would never meet him again. That this must have been some type of divine intervention, bringing you two together.

“W-wait!” You called after him, causing him to turn and look at you curiously. You reached into your purse and frantically dug for a pen and some sort of paper. You pulled out an old receipt and scribbled your phone number on the back along with your name. “I don’t think fate will be kind enough to shove us together like this again.” You breathed as you handed the paper to him, face red. He looked down at your extended hand and a smile twitched on his lips. After thinking for a moment, he nodded and pocketed the paper gently, flashing you a smile.

“I’ll text you, y/n.” He said softly before turning and disappearing into the room with his friends. You slowly made your way back to your own group, trying to catch your breath. Your friends were oblivious, telling you to sing this group song with them. You nodded and grabbed a tambourine, trying to not obsess over the question of whether Han had already texted you or not.

It was late when you finally got home, phone securely in your hand. You even turned the ringer on, which you never did, so that you wouldn’t miss his message. However, no message came that night. Or in the morning. Or even over the next few days. You had become convinced that he’d just thrown the paper away when your phone pinged.

Unknown Number: hey sorry it took a sec but this is han

y/n: oh hey! Its ok haha no worries

Han: also thanks for giving me ur number. I was too scared to ask for it fr.

y/n: lol glad to know i wasnt the only one

You grew fairly close with him from that moment, the two of you texting almost constantly.

The first time you hung out with Han, he had invited you to hang out with him and his friends (which you found out meant his bandmates) at his apartment. When you found the apartment building, you tried to enter but the door was locked. Pulling out your phone, you called Han.

“Hey! You aren’t lost, right?” Han greeted and you could perfectly imagine the smile on his face.

“No, I’m at your building. I just can’t get in.” You explained, looking up the side as if you could see him.

“Oh, yeah, I forgot about that. We have to keep our building extra secure, especially after an incident we had a bit ago.” You could hear the way even thinking about it made him anxious, whatever it was. “I’m coming down to let you in, so give me like three minutes.”

“Okay, I’m timing you.” You teased and could hear him breathe out a laugh.

“I better hurry then, huh?” He laughed and you heard the elevator ding in the background. When he arrived at the door, he pushed it open and flashed you a wide smile.

“Two minutes and forty seconds. Close call, Jisung.” You chuckled as you walked through the open door, falling in step beside him quietly.

“I think the elevator deserves all of the credit for that.” He shrugs, pushing the call button and standing beside you with his hands in his pockets. “Thanks for coming, by the way.” He smiled softly, looking at you with happy eyes.

“Thanks for inviting me.” You responded softly, taking note of the static feeling between the two of you. It was tugging, drawing you in with every breath. The sharp ding of the elevator arriving drew you back to reality, light from the empty elevator flooding into the dark lobby. Han gestures for you to go first, bowing politely.

His apartment was near the top of the building, so the elevator ride was quiet. But, somehow, it wasn’t awkward. Silence with him felt comfortable, safe almost. He seemed to have realized at the same time, looking at you with a wondering expression. He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but was cut off by the opening of the elevator doors.

The apartment was definitely one men lived in, if you can believe that. You chuckled to yourself at the corner of the room dedicated to various at-home workout equipment. But it absolutely could have been worse.

“Guys, this is my friend y/n. She was the one I met at karaoke a couple weeks ago.” Han introduced you to the group. The group all greeted you with soft smiles from where they were and invited you over to sit with them. You recognized some of their faces from the videos you had seen, but it was a little overwhelming trying to learn who was who. Felix eagerly scooted beside you and started talking with you, which you were grateful for. Han sat on the other side of you even though he was fully engaged in a conversation with Hyunjin. Han was the light in the room and everyone was drawn into it, laughing heartily at his jokes or hanging on his every word when he told a story. They teased him, of course, as friends do, and he would loudly defend himself and make everyone laugh again.

You sat back quietly and observed, taking note of the dynamics that naturally lived in the group. Started to pick out the ones who subconsciously stuck together, who people directed their conversations towards most often. It was fascinating, so much so that you didn’t even notice Han looking towards you and asking you a question. He poked your knee gently, drawing your attention back on him.

“You good?” He whispered, looking for any sign of anxiety or discomfort on your face. When you nodded happily, you saw his shoulders loosen. “I’m getting another drink, do you want anything?” His voice was soft, as if he didn’t want the others to be in this conversation. Not that any of them even cared or noticed, too wrapped up in eachother.

“I’ll have whatever you get.” You smile a bit wider at the way he strongly considers what that choice should be. He stands and walks towards the kitchen, humming a tune you can’t quite place.

“Y/n, what do you do for work?” Chan asked softly from across the small table, clearly wanting you to feel welcome even when Han isn’t in the room.

“Oh, I’m a preschool teacher.” You nod, suddenly aware of all the eyes on you.

“That’s so cute. Do you do lots of fingerpainting?” Felix asks from your other side. You chuckle and shake your head.

“It’s way too messy and all of these kids wear clothes that are worth more than I make in two years.” They nod, the conversation coming to a lull.

“Ooo, y/n tell them about the craft project you guys did last week.” Han sits beside you and sets a can of soda in front of you that’s identical to his. You dive into a story about popsicle sticks and pipe cleaners and trying to explain the term ‘structural integrity’ to four year olds. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Han watching you carefully. Hanging on your every word just like everyone does for him. Even though he’s heard it all before, he laughs and smiles and nods. Once the attention slides away from you and they disburse back into their own little conversations, you try to be part of one between Han and Jeongin but soon realize that Jeongin is talking with Chan. You trail off, awkwardly looking down at your hands. “Hey, keep going. I’m listening.” You hear Han encourage softly, bumping your arm gently with his drink. You look up at him and smile gratefully, launching back into the tale of the time you were chased by an angry lizard and Han is completely invested with wide eyes.

The first time you hung out with Jisung was at your apartment, roughly a year after the two of you had met at the karaoke.

“Ugh, it’s just been a shitty day and I need a drink.” You vented to Jisung on the phone while you folded laundry.

“Should I bring over some beer and chicken? Maybe some soju?” You can hear his keys jingling in the background, clearly already getting ready to head your way.

“No, it’s fine. You guys are so busy lately, I would hate to take your time. I’ll be fine, Ji.” The nickname was a recent development, but you both seemed to like it so it stuck.

“Okay, so beer and soju. Got it. I’ll even be your knight in shining armor and get those chips you love for some reason.” You hear his door click shut behind him. “I’ll be over soon pookie wookie bear.” He says in a cute voice and you make a gagging sound. “Okay, okay! Sorry! I am actually on my way. Give me like 15 minutes, yeah?”

Twenty minutes later, you heard your doorbell ringing over. And over. And over. You opened the door and glared.

“If I could, I would yell your full government name at you right now.” You sigh, and let him in, cursing your neighbor who you found out was a Stay shortly after they moved in. Yeah, makes having any of the boys over very tricky. Great times. Jisung giggles because he knows the reason “You little shit.” You mutter, rolling your eyes. He sets down his convenience store bag on the coffee table and eyes your folded laundry while glancing over to see if you’re watching. “No! No, I just washed those. Get your own hoodies you gremlin.” You can’t help but laugh as he pouts, hands reaching out for his personal favorite of your hoodie collection. You swipe the pile and toss it onto your bed.

“But your hoodies are so much comfier.” He whines and sighs, huffing into his spot on the floor.

“Just buy your own hoodies in a bigger size.” You shake your head, plopping beside him on the floor and emptying the bags.

“Yeah, but our hoodie is a special one I can’t buy myself.”

“My hoodie that I bought at a concert just months ago?” You know which one he’s referring to. It’s a dark green hoodie you bought when you saw your favorite artist in concert recently. “I bet you could find it online.” You mutter, ignoring his pleading eyes and grab the remote to pick something to watch. You land on your comfort anime, Haikyuu and Jisung groans.

“Look, I get that you had a rough day. But if I have to watch the Karasuno vs. Aoba Johsai match again, I might unalive myself.”

“Okay, what should we watch then?” You give up, handing him the remote. He scrolls through the options for a while, sighing periodically before shrugging.

“Do you wanna just put on cafe vlogs and talk about it?” He asks softly, taking a sip of his beer. Your lip wobbled but you nodded, taking a deep breath and a big swig of your somaek than Han had made for you. He also made a mess on the floor, but in his defense he was just trying to make you feel better. Once Najing is making drinks on your TV, he turns his attention towards you and quietly waits. You look at him and anchor yourself to the stars you swear you see swirling in his eyes.

“Okay, so-” a sob escapes from your mouth and the rest of your retelling of the day is a blubbering mess. A set of parents publicly humiliated you for something that was well out of your control and your boss was absolutely of no help, saying it must have been your fault. Jisung is sympathetic, handing you tissues and patting your arm gently.

“y/n-ah, that was definitely not your fault. That shit is so out of pocket, you didn’t deserve that.” He grabbed your hand gently and both of you jumped back as if you were shocked by electricity. You clearly weren’t expecting that and he didn’t even realize he had done it. “UHHH OKAY HOW ABOUT KARAOKE.” Han came out to cover Jisung from the embarrassment and all you could do was laugh.

“I am not in the mood for karaoke.” You gasp between wheezes, shaking your head.

“Then you need more alcohol.” He filled your glass back to the top and handed it to you. You can’t tell if his cheeks are red from the beer or from what just happened but he was so damn cute you didn’t care.

“No, I don’t want to hear you do terrible covers of your group's own songs. It’s very painful for me, a fan, to hear. And I’m sure my neighbor would break through the wall in an instant.” You take a sip of your drink, trying to catch your breath. He frowns and takes his spot next to you. It’s quiet between the two of you, but you don’t feel pressured to say anything. You weren’t sure how long had passed, the two of you just quietly watching drinks be made. “Thank you, Sungie. I feel better just having you here.” Your head turns to look at him and he’s eyeing you with a small smile.

“You’ve never called me that in person before.” he comments softly, the stars swirling even more. Did you have too much to drink? Maybe.

“Called you what? Sungie?” You giggle and lean towards him. Yeah, you’re definitely drunk. He huffs out a small laugh at whatever it is you’re doing and turns his face away.

“I like it. You can keep calling me that if you want.”

“Only when it’s just us though. That seems like a” you lean in closer and whisper “boyfriend nickname.” And you swear for a second that his cheeks instantly flush red, but he stands up and mutters something about going to the bathroom, pulling his hood over his head. While he’s gone, you crawl onto the couch and curl into a ball. You swear you only plan to close your eyes for a second, but are awoken by Jisung shaking you awake.

“Should I go home?” He asks softly, squatting down to be eye level with you. You pout and shake your head, making grabby hands for him.

“Can’t you just cuddle with me all night?” This time you for sure see his cheeks flush pink.

“Why do you keep saying things like that?” He asks sadly, gently pushing a strand of hair from your face.

“Because I’ve secretly been attracted to you from the moment I saw you. But shhh, you can’t tell Jisung.” You slur, grabbing his hoodie and tugging him onto the couch. He holds back a laugh as you pull him into your arms, humming in content when you finally have him close. He’s still for a moment before coming to the quiet realization that your arms are the home he’s longed for all these years. His eyes scan the details of your face, tears threatening to fall at any moment. The two of you had hugged before, so why was it so different this time? Why was his heart pounding yet somehow he’s never felt more at peace.

“We can’t go back from here.” He whispers to you with a serious gaze but you’re already asleep, snoring softly. He places a feather soft kiss on your nose and nuzzles into you happily.

You woke up that morning to a text from Jisung, explaining that he had to run out for some work thing. You groaned, lifting your head from the couch and looking around the living room. It was surprisingly clean for Jisung having been over last night. You don’t remember much after the mention of karaoke, and even that’s a little fuzzy. You drag yourself to the kitchen to drink some water, swearing that you’ll never drink again. Is it a lie? Perhaps. But it feels sincere right now. You’re in the process of gulping down an entire bottle of water when new memories from the night before flood into your mind. Water sprays from your nose in shock, luckily you’re near the sink.

“Oh my god, y/n you can never drink again. Holy shit why did I DO THAT?” You blindly reach for a paper towel to clean off your face, coughing slightly. As if sensing he was being thought about, you see Jisung calling you. You clear your throat and pick up, trying to seem like whatever that was didn’t just happen. “Hey, what’s up Ji?”

“Hey! I was just checking on you, baby. You were still sleeping when I left.” Baby? Oh dear, what have you done?

“Oh, uh thanks. Yeah, I’m just drinking some water.” And blowing it out your nose, no big deal. We love a talented queen. “Um, Ji, about last night-”

“Sorry y/n-ah, I gotta go. I’ll come see you tonight, okay?” He cuts you off, ending the call just as abruptly as it had started.

The day consisted of you pacing around your apartment, trying to figure out how to tell Jisung that you didn’t actually mean to confess your feelings. Not that you didn’t mean what you said but more that the timing was terrible. You had known him for over a year now but you were scared that this was too fast. He wasn’t even technically allowed to date, so all of this was wrong. So wrong. So, when Jisung arrived at your apartment later that day, you had been spiraling down this rabbit hole for hours. You were a mess and almost burst into tears at the sight of him. Of course he had flowers, why wouldn’t he have flowers? He was holding them so cutely too.

“Sorry I’m kinda late, I wasn’t sure which bouquet at the flower shop was prettier.” His smile was so wide it almost hurt. You stepped to the side, letting him come in.

“So, uh, Ji. I wanted to talk about last night.” You muttered nervously, picking at your nails with your eyes on the floor.

“Oh, sure. Yeah, let's talk about it.” You could hear the worry in his voice as he sat on the couch, waiting for you to join him. You sat beside him and took a deep breath, unable to look at him.

“I… I just wanted to apologize for what drunk y/n did. She, uh, clearly forgot her manners. She also forgot that you’re not allowed to date, so yeah. Not very cool.” You finally gained the strength to look up at him and he was holding back a laugh, trying his hardest to look serious.

“Uh, so you’re saying that you don’t feel that way?” He asks, momentarily gaining his composure.

“Well, no. But I know that-”

“Then that’s all that matters. All the rest of it, we’ll figure it out.” He grabs your hand and sighs. “You’re just too cute, you know that?” He flashed you his wide smile that made your heart melt and all the anxiety skitter away from your mind.

You thought that dating a celebrity would have been awkward or scary. But dating Jisung felt as easy as breathing. While, yes, you had to keep your relationship hidden from the world as well as his company, the two of you still managed to be attached at the hip. Until your schedules made it a bit more difficult, of course. But you could always count on Jisung to bombard you with tiktoks at any given point of the day.

This last comeback, however, there wasn’t even time for that. You tried to text and call him when you could, but both of you were so busy that the calls were never longer than an hour and the messages were brief. Scrolling through Twitter, you saw Stay talking about how worried they were for Han, saying he seemed like he wasn’t feeling well. It was like a knife twisting in your heart to see him like that, to see that the Han front wasn’t even able to hold up.

With some help from Chan, you booked a flight to come visit Jisung while he conveniently had the day off after lunch. You had arrived at his hotel room just before he had gotten back, waiting eagerly on the couch for him. Your heart jumped at the sound of the door opening and you stood, already craving him in your arms. You heard him sigh and kick his shoes off, padding into the room. His eyes were glued to his phone, headphones in. You chuckled to yourself as he obliviously went into the bedroom and you followed behind him. He crawled into bed and finally noticed you when he glanced up towards the end of the bed where you stood. His eyes widened and he sat up, jaw dropping in shock.

“Baby? Is it really you?” You could see his eyes begin to water as he stood up and slowly made his way towards you.

“Yeah, I’m here love.” You smiled as he quickly closed the space between the two of you and pulled you in close. His sniffles only made your heart break for him more, your arms tightening around his body to hold him closer.

“I missed you so much. I don’t know what’s going on with me, but it’s so hard right now.”He mumbled into your neck where he was nuzzled against you. “I’m trying so hard to be what I’m supposed to be, but I’m so tired and my head hurts all the time. I really don’t want to let them down, but I don’t know how to do better.” You can feel his tears wetting your shirt as he confides in you, tears streaming down your own cheeks.

“Oh, my sweet boy.” You sighed and gently pulled him away and held his face in your hands. “Look at me baby.” You whispered softly, wiping tears from his face with your thumbs. His wide eyes slowly slide to meet yours and the guilt that lives in them fills you with sadness and anger. “There is absolutely nothing wrong with having an off day, or even an off week for that matter. Maybe even an off month. You work a very demanding job and you do it flawlessly. So many people love you and look to you for strength, Han Jisung. But you’re allowed to not feel okay. To need some time alone, to recharge.” You kiss his forehead gently and you can feel him lean into your touch. “I know we’re both busy, but I’m seriously just a phone call away- always. I don’t care where I am, I’ll answer if you call.” You pull back and look at him and he gives you a small smile, nodding.

“Thank you for coming.” His voice is soft, looking at you adoringly. He covers your face in kisses, a full smile finally growing on his beautiful face.

“Oh, I almost forgot. I have a surprise for you.” You go out to the couch and grab the gift bag you had brought in and hand it to him with a smile. He furrows his brow and peaks into the bag before breaking out into a huge grin. “I figured I could loan our favorite hoodie to you until you come back.” You chuckle as you watch him frantically take off the one he was wearing and replace it with yours. He rushes over to you and hugs you tightly again. The two of you eventually end up on the bed, snuggled up to one another in comfortable silence. After what could have been hours, Jisung kisses your forehead and keeps his lips there while he mumbles the phrase that makes your heart soar every single time you hear it.

“I love you so much, y/n.”

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