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Set My Wings on Fire (DPR Ian x Fem!Reader)

Summary: You're smitten by the love of your life, Christian Yu and he's being painted as a dangerous person. But, you don't care cause that's your man and you're going to stick beside him. You're pretty much in love with a villain, but he's super sweet to you. Non-celebrity AU.

Pairing: DPR Ian x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2024

Warnings: Smut, PIV, oral sex (male rec), mentions of murder, praise kink, good girl, unprotected sex, creampie

This is part of a NEW SERIES called Duality. It's all about embracing switch!energy. Part 1 will be sub!reader and Part 2 will be dom!reader. Some of the stories will be 2 idols x reader, and some will be just 1 on 1.

Smut below the cut.

"You need to leave him alone," Your best friend voices as they stare at the large television on your wall. The dim glow casts a shadow across your living room.

You press your lips together and cross your arms. A tightness crawls up your chest. This is the last thing you want to hear right now. You are tired of hearing this comment right now. You feel around your couch for the remote. You can't bother to listen to the news channel any longer.

"Look," you begin, forcing yourself to meet their gaze. "I know Christian very well. The media is trying to make up stories about him. He's not the monster they're making him out to be," You speak up and express your feelings. You twist his ring that he gave you a year ago, and you decide to wear it as a necklace.

You know Christian better than anyone. Everything he does has a meaning and purpose behind it.

You stare at the image of his picture plastered on the television. His usual neat dark brown hair is a mess, and his eyeliner is smeared. Underneath his picture are large red letters "WANTED" that contrast against his pale complexion. Sure, he might seem dangerous to someone else, but to you, something magnetizes you to him.

"The man is a killer, Y/n. If he comes here, you need to turn him in. You don't want to go to jail for housing a fugitive, do you?"

"He isn't a killer. I don't care what the media is saying."

You pick up your phone off the couch table and see that he texted you five minutes ago that he was on his way. You quickly text back and tell him to wait until your best friend leaves.

"This man has brainwashed you. Hopefully, you realize the truth before it's too late." Your best friend raises their hands in defeat and stands up. "I gotta go. I'll see you at work tomorrow."

"He's not, but thanks for stopping by," you reply, trying to smooth things.

Your friend stands up and hugs you. You're glad they are leaving. There is nothing that will convince you that Christian is a bad person. Even with everything you know about him, you would never turn on him.

You walk with them to your front door, and the soft patter of your bare feet echoes against the polished hardwood floor.

Once they leave you close the door only to be slightly pushed open, revealing Christian.

There he is.

The only man that can make you melt to your knees. You want nothing more than to feel his hands all over you.

"Beautiful," Christian, your accented lover, whispers your favorite nickname. He steps into your home. His words allow you to fall to your knees and please your man. But, you don't want to act too thirsty.

He removes his hood with both hands and reveals his hair in messy, shoulder-length loose curls. The two of you stand in your foyer, and your eyes connect.

Christian has such a dark energy around him that it attracts you to him for whatever reason. It pulls you in so closely, like a moth to a flame. Regardless of what others say, you can still see the good in him. He's been nothing but kind, patient, and loving to you. So, really, that's all that matters to you.

"Are you okay?" You ask him.

Christian removes his sweatshirt, and your eyes trace over his tattoos. You run your hand over the one tattoo over his heart, your name.

"I'm so much better, now that I'm with you."

"I'm sure you know they're looking for you."

"I know," Christian sighs. "I'm also wanted for something. What is it this time?"

"Murder."

Christian stares into your eyes, and he can heart your heart beating fast. No one has ever cared about him more than you. Your unwavering loyalty is something he's searched for many years. Now, he's found exactly what he needs within you.

"Do you think I'm guilty?" Christian asks you.

"No, but if you did it, I know there was a reason."

"Good girl. You know your man oh too well," Christian praises you. He knows it's exactly what you need to hear in this moment.

Your lips curl into a smile, and you haven't looked away from him. He knows that nothing about him scares you. He's told you his deepest, darkest secrets. Because he knows he can trust you.

"I do. My best friend was just running their mouth talking about how I need to leave you alone. But, they don't know you like I do."

"Do you need me to handle that?"

"No, never that."

"We have some catching up to do. Don't we, angel?"

"Yes."

***

You turn on the shower and step into it first. Christian follows behind you. He presses you against the shower wall from behind. "My angel.. so pure. So innocent," he whispers into your ear.

Christian runs his hand down your back, enough to give you chills. You've missed feeling his touch against your skin.

"You know I'm far from innocent."

"Compared to me. You're a saint."

Christian attacks your neck with kisses. This instantly sends a warmth throughout your body. You've missed the way his lips feel against your skin. You don't care what happens when he's out of your sight. Because this man adores you, he'd do anything to protect you.

"Sweetness, tell me.." Christian pulls away from you and turns you around to face him. His gaze penetrates your eyes, searching for something unspoken. "Do you really love me?"

His eyes are full of emotions, and you can see the pureness in his question. But, at the same time, why would he question you this way? You've always supported him no matter what.

"Of course, I do. Why wouldn't I?"

"Even if I had to leave you for a bit?"

Your breath quickens, and you can feel your stomach churn. Is he going to up and leave you? Does this mean he's going to end things with you?

"Where are you going?" You twist your necklace.

Christian picks you up, and you wrap your legs around his waist as the warm water cascades down the two of you.

"I'm not sure. But, I'm leaving in 48 hours."

"Because of what I saw on the news?" You try to piece everything together. Did this mean that it was true? You didn't want to ask him what happened because you trusted him.

He promised you he would never do anything that would jeopardize his time with you. He stated that from the beginning. But, now, it felt like things were going differently.

"Yes."

"I'm coming with you."

"Hell no. I will get this sorted out. I will come back for you."

"No, I'm coming with you."

"Angel?"

"Yes."

"Don't I always come back for you?"

"Yes.. but."

"No, buts. Listen, you have to trust me. I will come back for you, okay?"

You nod. But, your fear is he's going to leave you.

"Angel, don't look so sad. I wish I could take you with me. It's going to pain me to leave you."

"Well let me taste you for the last time."

"Of course, angel."

Christian releases from his arms, and you get down on your knees. You look up at him.

He strokes your face and looks at you in such a loving way.

You hold your hands behind your back and swirl your tongue around his dick until he's halfway in your mouth.

You hum your favorite song and move your mouth up and down his length. This could be the last time you taste him, so you want to savor the moment.

You close your eyes and move faster and hear him moan. You love hearing him vocalize his satisfaction for you.

"Go deeper for me, angel," Christian instructs you, and you have no problem following instructions.

You take him deeper into your mouth, and he cradles the back of your head. He's moving with you to the point where you two are rocking as one.

At this moment, you are breathing through your nose because you only want to please him. You live to serve him. You are hopelessly devoted to him.

"Fuck.. just like this," Christian groans. "Don't stop, angel. God, you're so beautiful like this."

"Mmmhm," you barely manage to say because you have your mouth full and wouldn't want to have it any other way. Tonight has to count and hold you over.

"No one else can suck me the way you do. You're so amazing, angel," Christian continues to praise you, which encourages you to keep going because you know he's so close.

"You want this nut don't you?"

You nod without missing a beat, and both of his hands are on the back of your head. He's practically fucking your throat at this point.

He cums down your throat, and you swallow all of it.

Christian pulls you up to kiss you. He slips his tongue into your mouth and kisses you. As the kiss deepens, you can't help but run your fingers along your pussy only to find that it are dripping for him.

"Thank you for that amazing blow job, angel. You're always amazing."

"No problem."

Christian wraps his arms around you. "Mhmm.. I'm ready to feel all of you now. You want that, baby?"

"Yess.."

"How do you want me?"

"From behind.. like this." You turn around, place your hands against the shower wall, and arch your back.

Christian places his hand against your lower back and moves his dick along your entrance. "You know I love taking you from behind. Do you want me here or do you want back door."

"Here.. I want to feel you deep inside me. I prefer anal when I'm pegging you."

Christian kisses on the side of your neck. "I know baby.. next time when I come home. We can celebrate with pegging." He sucks on your neck and inches himself into you.

Feeling him inside of you feels like home. There's nothing like having him deep inside of you.

"You're so tight for me, angel," Christian whispers against your neck, kissing gently against the spot he just sucked on.

You moan out his name and enjoy him being inside of you again.

The feeling is euphoric, and you get lost in the moment of being one with your lover again. His hands cover and clasps with yours as he strokes into you.

You hope you celebrate with him, but you want to enjoy this moment. You arch your back a little more as he increases the pace. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure throughout your body. It feels too good. You deserve to experience this type of heaven on earth.

Christian holds you in place as he slows down with each backshot he gives you, and he reaches from behind and runs his hand down the front of your love nest. He moves to your clit and strokes it.

"Yesss, baby! I love when you rub my clit," you moan out.

"I know you do." Christian continues to rub it while you tighten around his dick. "My baby is close. Are you going to cum on my dick?"

"Mmhmm," you moan. But, at the point, you're already trembling from the combination of his teasing your clit and being buried inside you. The sensation is perfect. It's a feeling that never gets old. No matter how many times he gives you an orgasm, it always feels as good as the first time.

"So, be a good girl and cum for me."

"That's it.. baby. Cum on dick." He instructs you and talks you through it. You obey him easily. You release onto his dick. He's right there with you as he pumps into you until he cums inside you.

"Mmm.. thank you, baby," you say, trying to catch your breath.

"No, thank you angel. You were wonderful as always. I can't wait to celebrate with you when I come back."

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eureka-its-zico · 1 year ago

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Kiss Me and My Bones Turn to Ash

Synopsis: You get introduced to Mito in the worst way possible.

A/N: I love AU’s like this. This was a long time coming, but finely, this WIP is seeing the light of day after some long months. I tried to make it 5k words or less, but apparently, 7.3k is the smallest I can do. I hope DPR fans (and even nonfans) enjoy this little one-shot of mine. As always, much love, Jenn

Pairing: DPR IAN x Reader

Genre: Demon!Mito, Demon AU,

Word count: 7368

Warnings: dark themes, sacrificial themes, light BDSM, smut, blood, light gore mentioned, there is some dirty shit in here y’all. Mentions of drug-use

Your throat was raw and your skin ached.

Raw from screaming and attempting to struggle out of the many hands that gripped your arms and legs. Your one last shot at freedom echoing between cypress trees and an endless midnight sky. Multiple hands stripped away every last shred of dignity from your body until there was nothing left but tears that flowed freely down makeup smeared cheeks down to naked skin.

You were defenseless as these intrusive hands came by the dozens - yanking and pulling you down dirt paths deeper inside the forest.

It didn’t matter how your voice rose in a crescendo of despair; the fear worming its way deeper inside your gut. The small hope you’d held onto that someone - anyone - would save you died the minute your bloodied back met cool stone.

You continued to give them a fight as they spread you like a star across the midnight stone of their altar. You wouldn’t make it easy for them. While they treated you like something disposable, you knew your life meant something to you with all the moments you’d never see flashing wildly behind frantic eyes.

It wasn’t until the ropes cut painfully deep into the skin of your ankles and wrists that you felt the last grain of hope die in your chest. The prayers to whoever was listening, cracking one last time and washing out to silence as a wolf howled somewhere off in the distance.

No one was listening to the sounds of your prayers - or so you thought. It wasn’t until later you’d learned he’d been walking beside you, as they dragged you through dirt and rocks that cut into your skin. He watched and listened as you thrashed and cursed them with your own hatred bubbling molten hot beneath muscles and bone.

He watched and waited for the perfect time to peel free from the shadows and find his new home inside you.

Cloaked men came together to form a tight circle around the altar. Their arms raised up along with their voices in a deep chant that you swore made even the branches on the trees tremble. Was it Latin? Aramaic? The only ones who knew were the voices of the men and whatever god they were praying to.

You were trying to catch a glimpse around the edge of the hood of someone’s clock - was that Devin from microbiology? - when a knife started to carve shallow lines across your stomach.

A fresh wave of screams rose from your throat. The sound was lost inside the ominous chanting of men with hidden faces and the night. You knew your thrashing was pointless. You weren’t miraculously going to develop superhuman powers and Hulk your way free from your restraints.

So, with each descending cut down your abdomen you snarled, “Fuck you!” In their direction. Your fear was bleeding away into something carnal - something worthy of savagery. No longer did you want them to see you weeping for a God to save you. If you were dying, it would be with defiance in your eyes and skin in your teeth.

Another seething retort was flaring to life on your tongue when you noticed him, and that was when your world completely shifted.

You had to be hallucinating him. A sadistic trick of your own mind to find comfort in…what? He didn’t seem real. He couldn’t be. But there he was. Over the shoulders of these hooded men, at the backdrop of the forest, he paced around them. His eyes pitiless and empty except for what looked like a blue spark of flame. His thumb traced the bottom of a pouty lower lip with the top of his Cupid bow curling into something sinister. You were watching him - you’d seen him and for some reason it brought him joy. He seemed amused, whoever he was, and that amusement sent that blue spark into a flame that lit up the entire iris of his eyes.

He was handsome. The kind of handsome Roman sculptors looked for as a muse when carving into marble. You were willing to bet that there were dozens of odes and poems written just about him. Dark long hair framed his features and somehow made the pout of his lips more exaggerated. The edges touched the collar of his black trench coat that framed wide shoulders. Shoulders that spoke volumes of muscles that rippled with power and seduction: that left thousands begging for forgiveness for following any that wasn’t him. His jawline was razor sharp and the bones of his cheeks raised high. A part of you wanted to call him Apollo, but deep down you knew if he was a God he could only have one name.

Hades.

The chanting came to an end and with it the carving. You didn’t want to turn away from him - your lord of the underworld - but your curiosity took hold. You wanted to see what these bastards had done.

You didn’t yell or scream when you saw the drizzles of blood that ran like heavy syrup down your sides. The crudely cut shape of a pentagram carved into the soft flesh of your abdomen.

He could’ve done better.

It felt fucked up to think that way but you were all out of tears and if you were going to die you at least wanted it to look better than resembling a carved-up Christmas ham. The enter situation began fucked up from the minute you woke up inside a cell and only worsened with each passing hour. If only you hadn’t accepted that stupid invitation maybe then you’d be home in your room eating discounted Oreos and on to your next Netflix binge.

The regret built thick and thicker on your tongue until it made it impossible to swallow past the growing rage. Or maybe your throat was just raw from all the unanswered pleading you’d done - you were done crying. If you were going to die you refused to let it happen with fresh tears in your eyes.

You took in a heavy breath and let yourself grow rigid - hard and hollow - ready to curse them and show them your defiance. It didn’t matter if it was a pitiful last attempt at acting like you had any semblance of control. You weren’t going down begging.

“Fuck-“

You. That’s how it should’ve finished.

Instead, one of the hooded assholes - Jisoon from economics, it looked like - let out a gasp. If you were under better circumstances, you would’ve made fun of him.

“It’s you! Oh, my lord!”

His body collapsed down to his knees. His arms out in front of him in what he must have thought resembled reverence. In actuality, he looked more like he was afraid.

Groups of hooded heads turned to see what made their brother fall to his knees. Your own head included. You weren’t entirely sure why you needed to look. You knew he was there.

You’d felt him long before your eyes ever gazed upon him.

He manifested from darkness. The shadows cast down by the moonlight from trees, bushes, and rock slithered to create his form and once he was made he stepped out into the clearing. The second the group of eyes fell on his darkened figure they followed down on their knees. Their faces buried in the dirt where their praises fell from their lips to the soil.

“What are you praising? The dirt? Fuckin’ idiots,” you snarled.

If you’re going to worship something - someone - you look it in the eyes. Let them feel your devotion like a plague.

One of them looked at you then. His hatred was evident on his face. If he could, you were sure he would’ve spit on you. If you could, you would’ve strangled him with the rope he left you to die in.

“Dark lord - foul one - we bring you the offering that you have desired.”

Besides the long dark coat he wore underneath was a graphic shirt that reminded you of a Rorschach painting. Black designs flooded the white material until it took on different shapes. It was tucked inside black denim that hugged his thighs and dove inside black combat boots.

If he really was a demon he was not only the most ridiculously good-looking one out there, but self-consciously stylish.

Your head dropped back against the stone. Your wrists and ankles are still tightly spread and trapped by the ropes that hold you bound in place. You want to keep looking at him. The desire to look at him was overwhelming, but your body was too weak to fight the exhaustion of holding yourself up.

He walked calmly into the circle they created with you at the center. His eyes took you in and you swore you could feel the trail they took along your body. You felt a need so violent suddenly flash under your skin your wrists jerked against the rope. A whimper of urgency to plead with him to touch you almost escaped your lips, but you caught it and swallowed it back down.

A sexy smirk played across his lips. As if the son of a bitch knew what he almost made you do in a sacrificial circle with you as the main star.

Fresh anger brewed in your stomach and you were ready to spit it out at his feet when you blinked and he was just there. His hand clasped tight to your cheeks in warning as his obsidian eyes of flame met yours.

“I wouldn’t do that, little lamb.”

You would have told him to shove it if he wasn’t holding on to your face so painfully tight.

“Is this all you brought me?”

Well, that was fucking rude.

“Lord Mito- “

One of the hooded assholes from earlier began to rise from his knees. This guy makes himself the preverbal leader of this merry band of idiots. He was on his way up from a one-knee position when Mito stopped him. His only other free hand halted him in place.

At first, you thought it was nothing more than a gesture. He was staying still because his master instructed him to do so. It didn’t hit you that it could’ve been something else until you noticed his pale complexion begin to darken to crimson. The other hooded assholes now looking around in uncertainty and - something you truly enjoyed - fear.

“You come to me - like your parents - to make deals for your Ivy League tuitions with riches and recognition and you come bearing fruit from only one tree. You ungrateful roaches.”

With each word he spoke the boys began to writhe on the ground. Their identities exposed to you the way they’d exposed you to their treachery - naked and alone - to a demon for slaughter just so they wouldn’t need to try hard at life. Some of them you’d thought were your friends.

“We have more! We can get you more!”

“There are tons of these drunk bitches back at the house.”

More drugged women they meant. More women like you who were dumb enough to take their betrayal as friendship. The more you thought about it, the more you wanted revenge. It stoked the dying fire of rage that was left in your gut and made it new.

For a moment, you blinked, and your entire world evaporated into darkness. A part of you screamed as you tore your face free from his hands to stay put - to be a good girl.

What had being a good girl ever got you but sacrificing yourself until you end up on some fucked up altar in the woods.

You were surprised when Mito didn’t turn his grip tighter to hold you in place. He didn’t try to keep you in place and was willing to let you go. Your defiant eyes staring up into his that flashed with mirth.

“I have a better offer for you.”

Your voice was hoarse. Hours of begging for your life will do that to you. Now it felt like its own premonition. Maybe to begin again all of what held you back needed to be stripped away in fire and blood to show you what you were capable of becoming.

“Shut up, you whore.”

It was Carl - sweet coffee shop Carl - who lashed out at you then. His words full of a frantic need to keep you quiet. Mito’s head tilted in his direction giving Carl only a sideways glance before a hand moved into view. His middle and ring finger making a swift motion up sending Carl up into the air.

When Mito spoke the rich baritone of his voice grew darker. The night itself shifted back as if whatever words he hummed in Latin were more terrifying than what resided inside it. You watched as Carl tried to scream as his body contorted in an ungodly way. Blood pulled from the corners of his mouth and eyes with unspoken words gargling out his agony.

“I don’t expect any further interruptions, children” Mito snarled with Carl dropping in a twisted - and very dead - heap on the forest floor. “I smell a deal coming. Please, little lamb, continue.”

Your tongue flicked across your cracked lips. Your hesitancy dying off as soon as you watched his hungry eyes follow their movement.

“I offer you them.”

A crescendo of yelling rose as a wave around you. The men who sought to end your life with brutality did not seem to enjoy losing their lives the same way. How funny.

Mito made a swift turning motion with his hand and pulled it close to his chest. In the span of the same heartbeat it took to do it all the screaming stopped. He’d stripped them of their voice.

“If I wanted them I would have them.”

You shook your head hard once to deflect his claim.

“That’s not true. If that was the case, they would already be dead. Especially Carl. You’re stuck in some weird servitude thing. I bet you can’t even leave this area.” An unnatural cold wind rushed over your skin. It involuntarily caused your hands to grab at your bindings as a shiver ran across your body igniting it in goosebumps. “I can offer you all of them. All twelve of them along with my servitude and the release to feed freely as you wish until I’m dead.”

Everything appeared to grow still as his eyes searched your face. Was that excitement in his eyes? You couldn’t tell at first but realized the growing flames that seemed to leap up endlessly past his iris wasn’t because of anger. It was the thought of new prospects. A freedom to feed in a way he’d been denied after however long he’d been summoned.

Mito began to slowly lean down towards your face and you struggled not to turn away. The fire in his eyes created the illusion that you were falling further into hell and, maybe you were. Strangely enough - for him - you were willing to burn.

“You’ve got a deal, little lamb,” he breathed across your lips just before he crushed his mouth against yours.

You shouldn’t have thought of it as a kiss. It was visceral - every part of you fought against your ropes, digging the thread deeper into your flesh just to feel his pouty lips envelope over yours. The tip of his tongue moved across your lower lip, asking for entrance, and you gladly gave it.

You opened to him without hesitation and Mito deepened the kiss. He used his tongue to open you up further; cracking your lips and smearing it against his own. At the first hint of copper on your tongue Mito let out a moan that made you strain against your bindings. The sound was pure sin. It was the promise of pleasure and pain - of being torn apart and made anew.

When he tore his mouth away from you in a snarl, you almost screamed out in frustration, but the twelve hooded assholes who you’d offered up did it for you.

You couldn’t see all that well what was happening in the clearing around you. The sounds of screaming resonated back inside the night sky once more, but this time it no longer was yours. You listened as some ended abruptly while others gurgled around throats full of blood just before their end. The sound of flesh and thicker things landing with a plop on the dirt made your stomach flip. Splashes of blood rained down on you and you squeezed your eyes shut tight.

It felt like an eternity before the screaming stopped abruptly after the sound of a boot crunching the bones of someone’s neck. You could hear the wind move across the leaves and scatter them over objects - maybe bodies, maybe rocks - and branches. It became so eerily quiet that you wondered if the whole thing had been a dark part of your imagination.

Maybe you’d open your eyes and find yourself back inside the party. Your friend handing you a warm beer as you danced to a remix of some song that you didn’t know half the words too. It was a good thought - a great one, actually - but one you knew wasn’t going to be true.

When you opened your eyes a hurricane of emotion billowed up in your chest and threatened to release from your lips. Mito was floating above you, his eyes completely consumed with the flames that earlier had only shown like dying embers. Now, the fires were completely stoked by the souls of the corpses littered around you.

A devilish smile showcasing perfectly white teeth raised his lips as he watched you swallow down your fear. You could’ve sworn they all looked very sharp and pointy, but just like his eyes you watched as they all but disappeared. The only thing left to show for what had happened was a naked torso covered in tattoos and streaked with blood.

“Are you afraid?”

You licked your lips as you tried to think of how to answer and watched as hungry eyes followed the movement once more.

“It depends on what you mean by afraid,” you answered him softly. “Am I afraid of being in your debt? No. Am I afraid of you? Yes.”

His finger dragged along your cheek and followed the curve of your face. You thought he would stop there and gasped as he traced it further down to your throat, over your chest, and to the curve of your breast.

“You’re smart to be afraid of me,” he replied huskily. His body was no longer floating above you but was now being held up by his own weight. “But I promise to take good care of you, little lamb as long as you promise to do the same for me in return.”

His head dipped to the curve of your neck to press a soft kiss just below your ear. The intimacy of the gesture wasn’t something you’d prepared for. You’d expected him to be brutal; to take without remorse. Instead, Mito pressed his lips softly against your skin as if to tell it a secret.

It didn’t seem possible, but as his lips glided down your throat and to the hollow of your collarbone an ache began to grow hot and molten in your blood. He placed one last kiss between your breasts before his tongue dragged a hot line down close to the carved flesh of your stomach.

You were aware of his hand as it crept up your thigh. Mito made sure he took his time with every inch his fingers took - tracing over the dips in your hip and over the mound of your pussy. Constantly he teased you - getting close and pulling away - and never let you have an inch of relief.

A whimper was rising in your chest. Your hands no longer docile as they struggled to loosen the hold of the ropes at your wrists just so you could lace your fingers roughly in his hair. Mito’s tongue ran over the top point of the pentagram causing a hiss of surprised pain to rush past your lips. You wanted to move away from his wandering tongue as it continued to explore the open wound, but a strong hand held you in place.

Mito worked his mouth over the botched grooves of your stomach - cleaning up the last remnants of your fucked up night. A growl was growing louder deep within his chest, humming against your skin, just before he shoved his tongue brutally into the open wound.

The pain tore the air from your lungs. The scream you would’ve unleashed was stolen by silence and two thick fingers pushing themselves past your folds until they were knuckle deep inside you.

You wish you could say that your body fought him - your thighs had clenched shut around his arm or your hips made it impossible for him to enter you. That he didn’t find your pussy dripping and eager for him. None of that would be true, however.

Your body accepted him like a zealot to a newfound religion, and his fingers pushing past your folds to fuck you had your hips rising up to meet him with devotion.

“Please,” you hummed.

You didn’t care that you were begging. You were ready to shout for him to go further - deeper - when he inserted a third finger. The feeling of your pussy stretching followed by the overwhelming sense of fullness caused you to buck against the rock. The movement forced your stomach up into his hungry mouth causing his tongue to go deeper into the cut.

The stinging sensation should’ve been enough to bring you back to your senses - a warning that this was fucked; you shouldn’t be enjoying this - but Mito made your body crave his pleasure through brutality.

His wrist began to pump his fingers in deep, curling and stretching you until you came impossibly undone. Every time he pulled back - his fingers entering you anew - he went impossibly deeper. His fingers curl enough to hold the breath in your lungs and tear it free when his thumb curved up and pressed down on your clit.

A wet squelching noise began to rise up around you. It was lewd - complete filth that mixed itself together with the sloppy sounds of his mouth hungrily cleaning up the dried blood surrounding the pentagram. Your cheeks would usually burn red hot with embarrassment at the sounds being made, but when Mito’s thumb began to apply pressure as his thumb rubbed small circles on your clit, fingers still fucking you, you couldn’t find a reason to care.

With a thick pop, Mito removed his mouth from your wound. Fresh blood - your blood - outlined his puffy lips. He made no move to go back to your chest or do anything. His fire filled eyes did not stop from watching as you writhed beneath him.

“Tell me: I want you to tell me to whom you belong.”

His voice was sin. It was sex - something ancient and primal that blossomed inside you like blood on a white shirt. It made your body needy as his thumb stroked in time with his fingers as they pushed inside your cunt.

“You - fucc it’s you.”

“You’ll do what I ask of you. No questions asked.”

His curled fingers touched something deep inside you. Something that clawed a mewling sound out from between your lips and made your body struggle anew against your restraints. You knew Mito wanted an answer. The irritation was creasing that pretty brow of his and making his hairline drop to greet them.

The same irritation stoked the flame in his eyes from cobalt blue to crimson. Mito thrusted his fingers one last time into you before he removed them. If he was trying to punish you he was too late.

That last thrust - with the hard rub of his thumb against your clit - sent you barreling over the edge. Your orgasm hit you violently and fast and you found yourself wetting the front of his chest.

“Dirty girl,” he huffed. “You got me all wet.”

He moved along your body until you were eye level. Your body was still trembling underneath him when his fingers laced themselves at the base of your scalp and pulled. A yelp leapt out of you as Mito’s free hand took hold of your jaw and held your mouth open.

You watched as he accumulated salvia at the edge of his lips. Your brain barely registered what he was doing until he spit it inside your open - waiting - mouth and forced it closed.

“Swallow.”

The demand was fire. A promise of punishment if you disobeyed. You wish you could’ve said it was disgusting. The taste of blood - your blood - and brimstone staining the inside of your mouth and coating your throat pissed you off. That you fought against him and told him to fuck off. In all actuality, it only made your cunt clench down on nothing.

Once you swallowed it you opened your mouth and flicked your tongue out just to show him you’d been good. Done as he asked. The gesture alone sent a devilish smirk to curl across those pretty lips.

“Good girl. Now let me hear you say it.”

Oh. Right. “I’ll do what you ask of me, Mito. No questions.”

“I expect you to hold up your end of our deal tonight, little lamb.”

“I always keep my promises.”

You were trying to sound cheeky. Instead, it simply came out breathless. Mito was still staring down at you like you held the world he wanted to destroy and fuck if it wasn’t making it hard to think past the growing heat between your legs.

Slowly, Mito lowered himself closer to you and only stopped when his lips hovered a mere inch above yours.

“That remains to be seen.”

The baritone of his voice whispering against your lips sent your body into hyperdrive. You were ready to beg him to fuck you when he dropped the last inch and placed a soft kiss at the corner of your mouth.

The sheer softness of it startled you. Your eyes went wide as he pulled himself off of you and finally your makeshift altar. He was moving around you carefree. His movements slow and careful as he picks up his shirt and jacket out of the viscera and carnage he’d strewn across the fall leaves.

“I’ll be seeing you soon, little lamb.”

This asshole! Now your eyes were wide for another reason. You reached your arms up as high as you could raise them before giving the ropes at your wrist a shake.

“Ugh, hello? Are you just going to leave me like this in the woods?”

Mito stopped at the edge of the clearing and regarded where you were like you were complaining about being in a five-star hotel. His shrug only set a fire to blaze in your blood.

“It did cross my mind.”

“That’s gonna be a huge no for me.”

“You mean, you don’t like being tied naked to a rock in the middle of the woods?” He teased, with an eyebrow cocked.

“Tempting, but no. Not in the slightest.”

“Very well,” he shrugged. “See you soon, little lamb.”

Mito disappeared back inside the darkness he was born from, and you were ready to scream. To threaten to take your deal back when you threw up a middle finger at his exit and realized the rope was gone.

Thank god - whoever - for spooky favors.

You weren’t a smoker - still weren’t - but if offered you took one. From curious bartenders, frat parties with social smokers, and the ever-present sleazy drunks who assumed you must be a whore pressed so close to the shadows of the brick buildings Mito liked to frequent.

The only whore you were was his.

Of course, you were sure the only reason you let the toxic trash touch your lips was the same reason you drank in excess when he was gone. You weren’t entirely sure when you first noticed it. The emptiness you felt at small pleasures you used to enjoy became a distant memory.

When was the last time you truly enjoyed a milkshake? A damn good Lumberjack-style breakfast or a warm cup of coffee? These days it seems you need multiple milkshakes to really taste the sweetness of the cream or the artificial flavoring of candy. You need dozens of pancakes and a mountain of syrup to even begin to feel full.

No. When Mito was gone there was no fulfillment in anything. You were a bottomless pit of wants and craving and the only thing that could ease the burden of that unfashionable emptiness was him.

At first, you didn’t want to believe such a thing could happen, but the more he stayed away the more you felt the black hole of longing begin to brew inside your gut. You wondered if anyone else could see it; the desperate way you tried to fill it. No matter what you tried nothing could ease the ache of nothingness until he reappeared. Your knight in his all-consuming darkness.

When he would simply appear from the shadows or come up quietly from behind you while you sat on a bar stool, his hands covering your eyes and a devious, “Guess who?” cascading down your senses, you felt whole again. Complete. A fucked up missing puzzle piece finally fitting back in its rightful place.

Maybe this is what it meant to be soulless. A hollowed-out version of who you were that only knew relief by the hands of the devil.

You spent weeks since that night at the party - from your little adventure in the forest - before you saw Mito again. When he finally re-emerged for the first time that night with his hands hovering over your eyes you didn’t need to hear the husk of his tone to know it was him.

Your skin had become feverish with a desire so deep it felt like you’d taken a sledgehammer to the gut at just the heat of him pressed against your back. All the life you’d felt slipped out of you day by day, everything you loved and that made you-you suddenly was coming back with blaring clarity.

The second Mito’s warmth retreated from your back, your legs were swinging the bar stool around to follow him. He was moving to sit in the empty stool next to you. His feet barely touched down on the grimy linoleum floor before you were on him.

You secured your arms around his shoulders and, to his apparent surprise, used the momentum of your body rocking into his to pull him towards you. You weren’t giving him a second to speak or deny you any longer. With a hand secured at the nap of his neck, and the other twinning inside the soft silk of his shirt, you crashed his pouty lips down on yours. Your tongue darting to trace a request for him to open up to you.

Mito didn’t make you wait long.

As suddenly as you’d taken hold of him Mito took hold of you - trapped you - in his arms. His kiss devoured you; ate and tasted up every whimpering plea his tongue stroking over yours coaxed from your chest.

You felt alive. You felt whole again.

Every sinew - every nerve of your body crackled with electricity, and as Mito’s hands glided up the back of your thighs you swore you could’ve become a storm.

The both of you had stumbled into the bars’ back bathroom. The door held together by makeshift locks letting you know the entire place heard every moan he’d torn from you as he fucked you. When his cock bottomed out - so incredibly deep - between your folds and left you coming all over the edge of the bathroom sink, you knew that the whole entire bar heard.

Later that night, Mito made two deals with two grimy-looking fucks. They weren’t into specifics of the deals they tried to make, and that was the thing about demons. Specifics. They were wordy bastards - great at mind games and twisting phrases and promises around until it sounded like a sweet deal, but the fine print was always missed. Needless to say, the two men had made their own separate deals that night. Neither one of them made it to see the sunrise.

After that night, Mito allowed you to travel with him. When you made yourself useful and found him unsuspecting souls full of grief and gluttony and, Mito’s personal favorite, rage. He particularly enjoyed the souls that looked sweet on the outside; soft and sincere sounding with their crosses around their necks. Underneath all of that tried-hard smile was something sinister; something Mito claimed to be the sweetest flavor of sin.

You weren’t sure how all of his deals were struck. You were positive the women, and some of the men, probably asked for the deal to be sealed with a kiss. Sex. Not all of them prefer a handshake and words of good faith. One guy, in particular, wanted the deal to be sealed with a little flame, making Mito do a weird magic trick of using his finger like a candle.

Yeah, that was a weird one.

None of them made it past a week. Some - if they were lucky - got a few months.

That’s how you ended up backstage in a band’s dressing room. You’d met the lead singer at a club they’d been performing at. He’d sauntered up to the bar pressing the crotch of his jeans against your ass and tried to play it off like he was just leaning against the bar - waiting for a drink just like you.

The dislike for him was instant.

You allowed yourself to listen to him ramble. His pickup lines were incredibly atrocious. He thought being in a band made him instantly fuckable.

The only way you saw out of your predicament was to play into it and invite him to meet Mito. There were four other members in their group - four other people to come along for the ride. It didn’t take long for you to excuse yourself to their dressing room so Mito could do his whole song and dance.

Show them he’s a demon and did his best not to freak them out. He was out there buttering them up. Five fresh souls for the taking.

Whenever he made a fresh deal Mito liked to fuck. You weren’t sure if it was the excitement of a fresh soul, or a fresh kill when a particularly delicious sinner sat down at his table was too good to pass up (here is where the word games came into play). Whatever it was, he came back to you in such a euphoric high the tattoos that painted his skin writhed like a living thing.

You weren’t complaining, not really. Your only complaint - if you had one - would be on those days when he’d made multiple transactions in a day. You cared very much when your overstimulated body threatened to rip in half as his cock pushed back inside your bruised walls; fingernails digging into the soft flesh of your hips. His teeth leaving impressions in the mounds of your breasts.

There was no doubt in your mind that he was going to come back in one of those highs. He’d warned you to stay put and that taking one foot outside the room meant punishment.

Mito wanted you close and easy to find. You, however, were growing impatient.

You hated how easy it became for him to read you, especially during sex.

There were times you enjoyed playing hard to please and Mito? Well, he enjoyed playing into it just to tear you apart and turn you into a crumbling mess beneath him. It was his way of reminding you that he owned you - mind, body, and soul - and while you continued to play your little games, it was only because he allowed the facade of freedom to dance like little sugar plums around in your head.

But there were moments he stripped those sugar plums from your head.

The first night he’d marked you had been in the dressing room of someone famous. It’d make you nervous to be around them not because of who they were - you would have cared less about their money and a false sense of infamy. No, it made your skin crawl to watch these people negotiate deals with Mito as if they were making a setlist. They were too stupid to realize they needed to read the fine print; to know that fine print was open to change whenever Mito saw fit.

You tried to wait like he’d asked, just like now, but the place made your skin crawl. You’d grabbed your bag and had just made it to the door, your hand on the knob twisting and swinging it open when - like Houdini - Mito was just there.

An itching sensation began to grow between your shoulder blades. One where you couldn’t tell if it was a warning, you just being antsy to flee, or an actual damn itch. Whatever it was, maybe you should’ve listened to the first part, but just the memory of being left alone - again - inside another dressing room left your brain pleading with you to flee.

Mito be damned.

You slid off of the couch and your chunky boots made a resonating thud inside the empty room.

Yup. Time to go.

The second your hand wrapped around the doorknob and pulled the door towards you flashbacks of that night replayed through your head at warp speed.

He didn’t seem surprised at your attempted departure. Instead, with an arm draped against the doorframe, Mito seemed like he was actually waiting for you to open it. A flurry of thought erupted in your head on how you could explain what you were doing - what he was seeing. You could easily tell him you’d sensed his presence at the door and were just trying to make it easier for him to enter. You knew, however, when reflecting obsidian eyes glanced down at your bag clutched tightly in your hands the jig was up.

“And where, little lamb, do you think you were going?”

“Mito I wasn’t-“

“And don’t lie to me,” he continued. His words over saturating yours as if he wasn’t finished talking to begin with.

His body immediately encompassed what small space was left between you, him, and your attempted exit. His pitiless eyes were still staring down at you - waiting for a response - while he closed and secured the door behind him.

You already knew the minute you saw him at the door you weren’t going anywhere. Now that he’d locked you in, sent your pulse racing with excitement or fear you weren’t too sure which was which. Lately, the two seemed to blend together.

He was pushing you back farther into the room; your feet backpedaling into a moment of peace before you knew what would happen.

“I was tired of waiting for you to get back. I was going out for a smoke.”

“I told you to wait here,” he growled.

“And I wanted a smoke.”

You wanted to sound unmoved by the fluorescent gleam of rage billowing up in his eyes. At any minute his left could wash over to the bleak white that promised he was minutes from breaking. The facade of playing a mere mortal man bleeding away until all that stood before you was Death.

You were so hyper-focused on him that you weren’t aware he’d backed you against the built-in makeup counter until your lower back came into painful contact with its edge. Just as a sharp gasp huffed from your lips Mito’s hand struck out - fluid and snake-like - to wrap around your throat. Constricting just enough to remind you it was there.

“Little lamb, I told you what would happen if you didn’t listen.”

He did. He’d told you many times. Mito even embellished his warnings like a tiny little nightmare meant to keep children from adventuring out into the woods.

Don’t go out there children. That’s where the wolf resides and he’ll tear you to bits.

You always were a whore for things with sharp teeth.

“You did, but I can’t help it,” your words gasped around his tightening grip. “You know I love to see if you’re a demon of his word.”

You watched intently as his eyes scanned your face. The Smokey trundles of white that began to billow up inside his left eye as his nostrils flared. A part of you felt victorious. A matching smirk was seconds away from sliding the corner of your lips upward until it was cut short.

Mito released his hold from your neck, his body moving back just enough to allow space for him to turn you around to face the mirror. His hips closed the few inches he’d given while he kicked your feet apart.

“You love being punished so much, don’t you, little lamb. Always testing your limits and one of these days you’re going to push too far.” As he spoke, his words curled at the base of your spine brimming with a threat that sent your heart thundering in your chest. “You’re so gluttonous for my punishment, let's see how you handle this.”

The reflection in the mirror showcased your uncertainty. Your brow creases with the weight of unspoken questions as to what Mito could possibly mean. For a split second, ice-cold fear encapsulated your mind that maybe this was it. Maybe your deal was done and he was finished with you.

That thought was ripped from your mind as Mito pushed your skirt up to your hips and a sharp smack of his hand against your ass brought you back to the present. Looking in the mirror, you could see his right eye was brimming with fire while the other had been completely consumed with white.

He pressed up against you to keep you trapped between his body and the counter. Mito’s eyes watching as you watched him begin to remove his jacket and then the colorful shirt that had lived underneath it.

No matter how many times you’d seen him naked, Mito never ceased to catch the air in your lungs. Your body forgot to register to breathe as you drank in the caramel tone of his skin and the museum of art that now slithered against his flesh. His muscles bunched and flexed as he tossed his clothes aside, and already you could feel the fabric of your underwear become soaked.

He dragged a hand from the base of your spine and slowly moved it up until his hand laced in your hand. His fingers twinning in its strands and pulling back hard enough to tear a scream from you.

With his free hand, he spanked you hard on the same cheek. The sting dulled out the momentary pain you’d felt.

“Tell me. Let me hear you say what you want.”

“I want you.”

Another hard smack against your ass left your hands scrambling for something to hold you up; anything at all. The only thing you logically seemed to find was the mirror itself.

“You know that’s not what I meant, little lamb. I know you want me. You’re soaking my clothes.”

Licking your lips, you caught his gaze in the mirror and held it. Your chest heaving as you struggled to get out the words you knew would ruin you.

“I want you-I want you to fuck me, Mito. My lord. My master.”

You threw in the last for fun. You knew he loved it when you used pet names for him. One that reminded you both of who - what - he truly was.

“As my slave commands.”

You weren’t about to correct him, because you were. You knew without him you were nothing and when he dropped to his knees in front of your cunt with his tongue pushing between your folds, you knew Mito worshiped you too.

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Chance Encounter | 06

⟶ Title | Chance Encounter

⟶ Summary | Sometimes your fangirling can cause you a lot of problems. Add alcohol and your clumsy thumb into the mix, followed by waking up to an accidental DM getting sent on Instagram, and your life changes forever. The entire mess leads you to an odd form of friendship with the man who you had always admired. But what happens when your two worlds collide, blurring the lines between reality and dreams? Will you be able to return to your real-life once this is over?

⟶ Author's note | It's finally here! After a long wait, I have finally returned with this story. I think this would be the perfect time to reveal the reason why I haven't been updating this series in a while and that is...*drum roll*...because google docs lost the entire files for the rest of the chapters lol I'm back, though, and I have every intention to finish this series because I still have a ton of ideas to share featuring this amazing man. I hope you'll enjoy this chapter!

Chapter Six

“Are you guys still at the mall? Seriously, did you have to take so long to pick your—bathing suit?”

Pressing your hand on your mouth, you muffle the sound of your laughter while Christian continues fuming on the other side of the call. “Bathing suit? Damn, you sound older than Momo’s Dad,” you almost choke as you tease him, unable to stop yourself from laughing.

“Okay, bikini, swimsuit, whatever,” he says, grumbling on the phone, causing you to laugh harder.

“It’s not that we lost track of time because of the bikinis,” you answer him with your voice lowered, not wanting to draw any more attention from the people roaming around you when you had already drawn enough eyes on you just by giggling to yourself. Having people glancing your way is already making you feel uncomfortable enough, even more so when it feels like you are hiding a big secret from the world and you have an irrational fear of getting caught growing on you.

Speaking to Christian like this makes you feel that way. It feels like you are keeping an important secret from the world. Although you have to admit that this is exactly what he is—a wonderful secret that you want to keep to yourself for a bit longer.

Thinking about this puts a smile on your face. One that stays with you when you cheerfully add, “We just had a little detour while shopping, that’s all. We’ll be back on track and finish things up in no time.”

Just as you are saying these words to him, you cast a glance towards the other side of the store where you currently are. There, you see Momo leaning over one of the glass showcases lined inside the store with rapt attention, eyes glowing over the collection of expensive branded watches lined up properly on display. Right beside her, Em is basically doing the same, and it is almost comical to see their expressions mirroring one another, with the bright lights coming out of the glass display reflecting on their faces to make them shine. And neither of them is even bothered by it, too mesmerised by the flashy collection that they have been eyeing on.

“Is ‘detour’ a code word for saying that you guys are getting carried away at the mall? You’re not trying to buy everything you see on display, are you?” Christian speaks on the phone again, and you are forced to stifle your laughter as you listen to what he is saying. Even without seeing him, you can already picture his pouty face and the curious frown that he normally gives you when he is trying to understand something that he couldn’t get a good grasp on, which often happens when you share some of the things that you do when you are not with him. You turn to look at the watch counter, watching silently as Momo is helping Em choose between a couple of watches that the storekeeper has personally picked out for them.

“No, it’s an actual detour. We sort of encountered some kind of—distraction.” A smile comes to your face when you recall what had happened. To remember the reason why you and Momo had ended up in the exclusive watch store with Em, the last person on earth that you would expect to be hanging out with.

It was quite awkward at first to have Em join your shopping date, when you barely knew anything about her except for what you have learned through the few cordial encounters you had with her, especially after the cryptic comment she made about the gift she is looking for.

But you are thankful that you had Momo here with you today, as she managed to defuse the situation, knowing exactly well about your habit to overthink and worry about the things that you don’t fully understand. Once Momo jumped in to break the ice, you finally gained enough information to not be as wary as you were when you first met Em earlier.

“What kind of gift are you thinking of getting?” Momo asked her while the three of you were browsing through the shops and did some window shopping before making any decisions about where to go, and Em—having no knowledge of the turmoil happening in your head at that moment—nonchalantly answered,

“Something that would give a nice message as a congratulatory and send-off gift.”

Momo stole a glance your way then before asking. “Send-off? Is it for a friend of yours?”

“Yes,” Em said, looking at the two of you with a bashful smile that told you more than any spoken word could. “He’s a really special friend of mine who is moving to the States sometime next month. He got this terrific offer that would allow him to make more music, which is basically a huge upgrade to what he’s been doing here lately,” she explained, then she turned to you with a request, “He’s also a good friend of Rome. I mean, Christian. Since they’ve been spending time together quite often lately, would it be okay if I ask you not to say anything to Ian when you see him? I don’t want to spoil the surprise too soon. We’ll be leaving for the States together once the date is set, but my friends and I are planning to have a send-off party the weekend before. I’m thinking of giving the gift to him then.”

The smile that came to your face was almost spontaneous. The relief that you felt must have been palpable, yet you couldn’t get yourself to reel it in. Though you did manage to control your composure when you promised her, “Your secret is safe with me,” while you tried to qualm the feeling of guilt for having suspected the relationship that she has with Christian.

On the phone, Christian gives you a sarcastic scoff and says, “Riiiight—”

“It’s not what you think, I promise.”

“No, I get it. Those discount sale offers can be quite intriguing,” he says, obviously having the wrong assumption about what you are truly up to. You wish you could explain, yet this is just another secret that you would have to keep from him. At least until the end of the month, when Em would finally be able to reveal her surprise gift for her special friend. “Look, just go ahead and have fun with your friend. You deserve it,” Christian adds, though his voice sounds lighter, no more of his feigned annoyance is heard. In its place, you can hear his smile, which only draws your own to appear.

“Thank you,” you say to him. “Aren’t you supposed to be busy right now?”

“Yeah, I’m in the middle of a break, but we’re getting back into it in a minute,” he says, already sounding a bit distracted just as the noises behind him start growing a bit louder. “Call me when you’re back. Maybe, you know, you can give me a little preview—”

Knowing where this is heading, you quickly cut him off before he could say the words, “Goodbye, Ian.”

He chuckles on the phone. “See you later, baby,” he says, before ending the call, all while your heart is racing so violently in your chest for the endearment that he had just given you. Immediately, your face grows hot, and your mind seems to be swirling up to the air with the joy blooming inside you.

Still feeling as if you are on cloud nine, you almost miss it when Momo turns to call you over, “I think we’ve found the perfect one. Come here and take a look at this, try to see if you like it too.”

Putting your phone away, you rush towards your best friend and your new shopping companion, Em, who appears just as giddy and excited as Momo is to show what they have found. Seeing their combined reactions, you cannot help but share the same sentiment, and it adds a bit of pep to your footsteps as you come to join them in finding the perfect gift for Em’s secret crush.

“How about this one?” Em asks you as she shows you yet another pair of bikinis that seems a bit too revealing compared to what you are used to. You make no comment about her choice of outfit as she hands the delicate pair to you, choosing to take a good look at the piece to appreciate her genuine effort in helping you to find the piece that might fit your taste more.

Ever since the three of you came into the store, both Em and Momo have been assisting you to find the perfect pair for you to buy, as they took notice of your indecisiveness right away. Everything you are seeing in the store has been lovely that it is making it impossible for you to choose, yet the two girls have only been of little help to you. Because when Em keeps choosing the most revealing and extremely daring ones she could find in the store which makes your face burn each time you try to imagine yourself wearing them, Momo has been choosing the ones with the brightest colours and flashy frills that you would never be able to wear without getting your face burning in embarrassment.

This time, however, the piece that you are holding in your hand seems to have caught your eye. It is a solid coffee-coloured triangle set with beaded strings, and a halter top that covers just a bit more skin compared to the previous ones she showed you. The piece sure looks like a major upgrade from the small black piece that she showed you earlier with the top which barely covered your boobs and the thin strip bottom, and while it looks revealing, it seems a bit more appropriate to wear at Momo’s house this weekend—where some or any of her family members might be present—compared to the other ones she has shown you so far.

“You know what? This one actually looks quite nice,” you say to her, acknowledging her taste in style and suddenly believing that you might actually look good in something that seems quite daring.

Your comment seems to please her as her face instantly brightens. And for some reason, it makes you just as happy to see her getting excited for you. This new feeling is quite—odd. Not more than an hour ago, the air of awkwardness that was present had made it hard for you to start a conversation with her without Momo’s help. You cannot deny that the underlying doubt that you felt about her relationship with Christian had made you feel inferior while being around her. Added with the way she looks and dresses and how she wears her confidence so openly, something that is quite the opposite if compared to you.

But that feeling is no longer present now when you have finally gotten to know her a bit better, and once you got to see her bubbly personality that seems to fit your and Momo’s energy perfectly.

Once that bridge has been crossed, you begin to see and understand why she is able to get along with Christian and his friend group. The more you spend time with her, the more you are able to see how kind and friendly Em really is. And that despite her pristine appearance, she could be quite—clumsy.

Much like you are.

Perhaps knowing that you aren’t completely different from one another has been the reason why you are beginning to feel comfortable hanging out with her without anyone else’s helping you.

“Great! I knew you’d like it. The set comes with a cover-up too,” she says, plucking the thin piece of coverup from the rack that appears to be a part of the set for you to try on. “Here, try them all on together and see if it’s something you’d like. Oh, and try the black one too,” she insists, quickly snatching the similar set in black before handing them to you along with the coffee one. She looks at the sets you are now holding and sighs dramatically. “I still think the previous one was hotter, though.”

“Oh, no,” you quickly say to her, shaking your head when you recall the one she mentioned. “The black one you picked for me was not a bikini top, those were nipple patches.”

Your comment makes her laugh. “Yeah, I admit, those were more daring than the rest. But I have a couple of them at home and they’re really comfortable. And I bet you’d look really good in them.”

You almost grimace as you try to picture yourself wearing those tiny things, though you hide it the best you could, knowing that Em has rocked those types of bikinis perfectly and is evidently loving them to bits. You know this because she has shown you a few photos of her wearing them from her social media, and you have to admit, she does look good wearing all the daring pieces you saw that you almost feel envious of her confidence.

Em leaves you be as you make your way to the fitting room at the back of the store, only to suddenly return before you can get there so she can slip a couple of new items into your arms to add to the pile that you are about to try on.

“Here, try on these too while you’re at it. Can’t hurt to know how they would look on you, can it?” she says, while you only roll your eyes and laugh at her.

“Fine, if it makes you happy.”

Sliding into one of the vacant booths, you finally get to take a look at what you have gotten with you so far. Aside from the two complete sets that Em got you earlier, you also find the black top which you classified as nipple patches among the pile. This one is adorned with gold chains tying the top up to hang around your neck, making it look a bit more classy compared to the ones that Em initially found when she first started helping you.

Shaking your head and chuckling at Em’s sneaky antics, you put the tiny thing away to have a look at the others. Other than a new pair that looks similar to the black and coffee sets that you liked earlier, you find another bikini set which Em managed to slip in. This one looks just as revealing as the other ones, if not just a bit more, with a brighter colour that makes them pop in your eyes. You hold up the red halter bikini top which comes together with a thong-like bottom that leaves almost nothing to the imagination. Although, there is a sheer long skirt that comes with the pair, what seems to be a coverup that looks to be sufficient enough to cover the bottom half if you need it.

Surprisingly, you find yourself liking this piece as well. Just when you are pressing the pieces against your body just to imagine how it would look on you, you hear a knock at the door before Momo speaks to you from the other side.

“Em told me that you’re in here. So, have you finally found something you like?” she teases, while you can only shake your head and laugh.

You look down at your stash with a sigh. “Will you be patient? Perfection takes time.”

A scoff is heard from your best friend, and you can almost imagine her rolling her eyes at you. “Or you’re just being too picky. Hurry up and try them on, then come out here so we can see it. Em already approved the ones I picked.”

You smile at your reflection in the mirror when you recall Momo slipping into a fitting booth with an arm full of bright-coloured bikini sets. “Why should I show you mine if I didn’t get to see what you’re buying?”

“You’ll get to see them later when we’re paying for them. I only want to see yours to make sure you’ll look hot in my jacuzzi,” she says, making you laugh.

“Okay, let me try these on. Now leave me alone.”

You hear nothing from Momo other than a simple, “Okay,” and you start choosing the ones you want to see yourself in. Surprisingly drawn towards the red bikini set, you immediately pick that one to try first. While you can never possibly imagine yourself wearing it this weekend, you want to see if it would be something that you could wear sometime in the future.

The thin fabric feels like silk on your skin, but they are surprisingly comfortable. You are originally not one to wear something this revealing, always have been choosing the modest ones whenever you could, yet you can definitely see yourself in this set even if it may not happen for a while.

“Which one are you trying on now?” you hear Momo asking, and you absentmindedly answer her while admiring your own reflection, turning left and right to see yourself from every angle, making sure that the piece actually works for you before you can buy it.

“It’s the red one that Em found for me.”

“Really?” you can hear Em squealing from outside, excited to hear that you are trying out the piece that she seems to like. It makes you stop to hear her voice, realising that she is also out there, crowding the front of your booth with Momo.

“Seriously? Are you guys actually standing out there together waiting for me to show these?”

“We just want to see them,” Momo whines, while Em chimes in curiously,

“So? How do they look? Do you like them? Don’t they look gorgeous?”

They actually do look gorgeous, and it makes you look more appealing while wearing them. You feel the sudden urge and excitement to show them, especially Em, just to make her happy to see you trying this on. Yet, thinking about stepping out of the booth right this minute makes you feel a bit insecure.

“Um—do I have to step out and show you guys? They’re really—well, I feel exposed,” you hesitantly admit, feeling every bit self-conscious about stepping out of this booth.

It is one thing to wear this on a beach or while you are lounging in a fancy jacuzzi. It is another thing to be flaunting it around while being in the middle of a mall. With strangers around you to see. Momo seems to get this when you hear her snickering from the other side of the door.

“Then take pictures of them and send them to me so we can have a look.”

“Ooh, good idea!” Taking out your phone, you start taking pictures of yourself. Posing right in front of the mirror, you find the best angles that would be able to show the set that you are wearing, before covering your bottom half with the sheer skirt and taking photos of yourself wearing the complete set as well. “Hang on, let me try out the others before sending them to you.”

You barely hear Momo’s response as you quickly change out of the first bikini set, then repeat everything again as you try out the other two which you liked earlier—the coffee and black ones that you would feel more confident to wear. Feeling cold, you rush to quickly send all the pictures, adding a short comment for the coffee-coloured one in the message, ‘I’m getting this one for the weekend.’

Once you are done, you place your phone aside and change back into your clothes as you wait for Momo’s reaction to the pictures you sent. When you hear nothing from them, you simply figure that they might be still looking through the photos and think nothing of it and focus on sorting out the pieces you tried on before taking them with you.

But then Momo calls out to you from outside, getting you confused when she asks, “What’s taking you so long? Did you take the pictures yet?”

You stop in the middle of tidying yourself up. “What do you mean? I sent them all to you already.”

“Really? I’m getting nothing on my phone though.”

Wondering what the hell went wrong, you pick up the phone to see what happened with the messages you sent her. Only to have your stomach dropping once you open your message app, finally realising what you have done. Because you already did send out the messages and the pictures, except that you had not been messaging Momo the entire time.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—” you curse at yourself when you see Christian’s name and his profile picture on top of the message thread. Panicking, you quickly begin deleting all the photos, even though deep down, you know that it would be no use. Minutes have gone by since they were sent out, and while Christian would often take a while to check on his phone whenever he is busy, you can already see that he had seen the pictures already, even if it had only been mere seconds before you started deleting them.

A sharp gasp and a desperate cry leave your lips as you drop down to the floor, feeling like your legs are giving up on you, drawing Momo’s concern when she can hear everything from outside.

“What’s wrong? What happened?”

Covering your face with your palms, you groan defeatedly before answering, “Nothing’s wrong. Just give me a minute.”

With a deep breath, you pick up your cell phone again to call Christian, who answers the call within the first ring, confirming your suspicions that he has been holding his phone the entire time to witness your shenanigans. The photos showing off the outfits you were trying on wouldn’t be such a big deal if you hadn’t been showing that much skin, or the funny and sultry poses you did to show off the sets which were originally meant for your best friend, or the fact that you have not even been dating this man for more than a day for you to be showing him—all of these things together.

“Did you open the text message? Please tell me you didn’t get it,” you immediately question him even before he could finish saying hello.

“Mhhmm—” is the only response he is giving you.

“That wasn’t supposed to be for you,” you continue blabbering, hoping for any slight chance that he might have not seen them and you had been quick enough to delete them before he could. “I’m so sorry. I was too shy to come out and show them to Momo when she asked to take a look so I took the photos for her instead.”

“Mhhmm—”

“What does that mean? Oh my God, you’ve seen them,” you worriedly question his lack of response and groan deeply when you realise what had happened. Though knowing that he had no doubt seen the photos only makes you grow more concerned about other things. “Oh no, you’re still working, aren’t you? Did anyone else see it? Is someone there with you?”

Christian chuckles softly on the phone. “Yes, I’m still at work. Don’t worry, Dabin had just stepped out of the room when I opened your text.”

“Okay—” you softly answer, though your voice fades to a muffled groan as you sit back against the booth and hug your folded legs as if it can help you hide from the world, which is clearly not missed by Christian.

“What’s wrong? You sound funny.”

Sighing, you refuse to raise your head as you answer, “Nothing. Just trying to figure out how to bury myself so I would stop feeling embarrassed.”

While you are busy covering your burning face, you can almost hear the smile on his face when Christian speaks again, “I guess I have to get used to this, huh?”

“To what? What do you mean?”

Chuckling softly, he answers you with a teasing voice, “Getting stray messages coming in when least expected. I don’t mind it, though.”

Burying your face deeper into your folded knees, you let out another groan. “Please stop. God, I wish I was at least drunk.” Thinking of how often this has happened between the two of you, you can only sigh to yourself. How could you have forgotten that you have been messaging constantly with Christian while you were out the whole day? “Fucking stupid. I should’ve paid more attention.”

Your comment makes him laugh, though he quickly tries to console you by saying, “Hey, it’s fine. The messages are gone on my part too. I was just about to ask you about them when you finally noticed and they started disappearing.”

“Thank God I was quick enough, though,” you say with a sigh. “I’m sorry again. Please forget that this happened.”

You hear him chuckling softly on the phone. “Forget? Hah—Now, that would be a bit hard to do,” he teases, making you smile. It is quite funny how easily he makes you feel calmer, when you were so close to crying over your own stupidity merely moments ago.

“Ian, please.”

“I’m just teasing you, baby. Don’t worry about it, okay? Besides, no one else had seen them and they’re no longer on my phone. Although, I wish I had saved them—”

Your cheeks have been growing warm with how gentle he is when speaking to you and calling you with this new endearment that he has chosen for you, but that quickly changes with his teasing that you roll your eyes. “Really?”

He laughs. “I’m joking, baby. I wouldn’t do that to you. Besides, I can always keep them in my memory—” he says, while humming softly as if he is closing his eyes to recall the photos again, “—or wait for a chance to have you showing them yourself for a private preview.”

“Hah, we’ll see about that, Mister,” you scoff at him, making him laugh. But as you find yourself feeling better and feeling less like an utter idiot, you cannot help but whisper to him, “Thank you, Ian.”

“Anytime. Now go on and continue shopping with your friend. Don’t mind me while I’m here trying to work and not think about those photos. I’m going to be dealing with a ton of stuff here anyway, so I probably won’t remember any of them by the end of the day,” he says, drawing a smile to your face. You feel grateful for the way he is able to help you qualm your trepidation and dread simply with his gentle voice and comforting words.

Yet, in a typical fashion of his, Christian reminds you of his mischievous ways as he teases you for the last time before ending the call, “Hey, babe? I think I liked the red one the best on you.”

Past the entire shenanigans happening during your shopping spree, followed by the busy week where you had to go through classes and assignments while Christian was keeping up with work, the weekend finally comes.

There was nobody home when you arrived at Momo’s house in the morning, as her family members were mostly out for the weekend, so you and Momo got to enjoy the entire house to yourselves and hang out in the new jacuzzi for as long as you like. While lounging in the hot water during the afternoon, the two of you talk about the day you spent at the mall. You share with her your apprehensions about Em and how your feelings changed after spending time with her and getting to see what kind of person Em truly was. Then Momo shares her curiosity about the secret crush that Em harbours and who it might have been directed to.

“Could it be Dabin?” she curiously asks you after chugging down her cold beer, while you shake your head.

“Not sure. She only said that it was one of Ian’s music producer friends, and Dabin has a lot of projects coming up with Ian so I don’t think it would make sense for him to leave,” you tell her, to which Momo groans softly.

“Yeah, that would be hard to figure out then cause we know Christian has a ton of friends, and I doubt you’ve met every single one of them already.”

Hearing this makes you smile. “You’re right, he does have a lot of friends and connections.”

“Speaking of Ian,” she suddenly says, turning to you with a sly grin on her face. “Are you excited about tonight?”

Your eyes grow wide, and you immediately feel your nerves spiking when you are reminded about what is happening tonight. After having only met Christian in person twice the entire week and only during classes, with both of you being so busy with your daily schedules, he finally called to propose taking you out on a date once he is done with his project this week. Once you found out that Momo has another plan tonight after hanging out with you, both you and Christian agreed to set the date for tonight, once he is done with the day and after Momo drops you back at your place when she leaves at sunset.

“I’m more nervous than excited, to be honest,” you admit to her, while Momo waves her hand at you.

“It’s fine. Everything’s going to be just fine,” she says, consoling you in her own way. “You’ve gone out with him before, so it’s going to be nothing different than those times, right?”

You ponder about it for a moment, and it only makes you frown just to think about seeing him tonight.

Because, no, absolutely not. It wouldn’t be anything like the times you shared with him previously.

Because this time, it would be a date. A real date. Not just a simple meet-up at the coffee place like the times you had to meet him after class to discuss about the class assignments, or when you came with him to the work party, or the night you joined him and his friends for drinks. This is different. It would be just the two of you—no friends, no assignments, no other people around that he has to meet up with as he is handling his business. It would be just you and Christian doing whatever it is that he has planned for you.

“I don’t think there’s anything for you to worry about, though. The guy likes you, and you like him too. I’m sure things will be great. Just like how it’s always been. Both of you are similar in a way, so I’m sure he’ll make it comfortable for you instead of making things awkward for a first date.”

You rest your back against the side of the jacuzzi, with the hot water bubbling against your sides, massaging your toned muscles and rubbing away the tension you have in your body. You relish the pleasure you are getting while taking in what Momo is saying. She wasn’t completely wrong. Things with Christian have been flowing so easily. You have always been so comfortable when you are near him, while he seems to have always been able to sense your mood, always keeping up with your pace instead of going about things in a more rushed and lavish way.

Perhaps the only thing that makes you worried is the fact that things have also been proceeding the way you had never once thought they would. How everything that is happening now feels like a dream, and there is a deep fear haunting you that once you are with him, once everything between the two of you changes to a new direction, you would be forced to wake up and face reality, to see that nothing is as beautiful as what your mind keeps telling you to see.

Just like what happened back then with—

Shaking away your worries, you tell yourself that things are different now. Things have to be different. Because you have no idea how you would be able to deal with it if things turn the other way around once again.

“You know what? Maybe you’re right. I’m worrying too much,” you finally say to Momo, making her smile with relief, not realising that you have also been consoling yourself by saying this.

“Good. That’s the spirit. Just enjoy everything and have fun with him. I’ll help you get ready if you want to and we’ll make sure you’ll be knocking him off of his feet once he sees you tonight.”

Closing your eyes, you try to relax and give in to the comforting warmth around you, trying not to overthink and let your agitation takes over when you are supposed to be having a good time. Both now, as you are lounging in this fancy jacuzzi without having to spend a single penny, and later, when you are about to see the man who has always managed to cause your heartbeat to race wildly in your chest.

You remain in the hot tub only for a while later, stepping out just as both of you start feeling more relaxed and you are ready to continue the lazy afternoon pampering each other and relaxing on her cozy pool-house. It isn’t until sunset when you are finally ready to leave, with Momo dropping you off before she heads out to where she needs to be.

“Remember—” she says, once you stepped out of her car, “Don’t be so nervous and relax, enjoy your night with him. You won’t be able to have a good time if you’re worrying too much.”

“I know. Thanks, babe,” you answer her gratefully, somehow finding yourself believing in your own words this time.

“Anytime,” she says, before quickly adding, “Oh, and wear something sexy!”

“Goodbye, Momo,” is all you say to her as you shut the car door close, and you soon watch her car rolling out of the parking lot, leaving you all on your own to get ready for your first night out with your new boyfriend.

[06.58 PM] From Christian: I’ll pick you up around eight. Will that be okay?

[07.03 PM] To Christian: I’ll be waiting ;)

[07.04 PM] From Christian: I can’t wait to see you :)

Just when you had thought you were ready for your fateful first date, the text that Christian sent you only makes you feel on the edge. Once again, you feel tense. The tension that you feel as you are reading his texts may not be as daunting as it was before, when your imagination kept running wild and your insecurities kept taking over with still many hours left before the date happens, yet it doesn’t mean that you are not nervous enough about tonight.

The thought of meeting up and being alone with him tonight seems nerve-racking. But just like how you managed to get over your worries earlier, you keep repeating the same comforting words in your head like a spell as you continue getting yourself ready to see him.

Everything is going to be okay.

You continue reminding yourself of this as time continues to pass. The clock is ticking, your heartbeat keeps racing, and your feet would not stop pacing each time you try to relax. You can barely able to get yourself together with nothing distracting your running thoughts, but by the time eight o’clock rolls around, you have gathered up enough composure to stop pacing around your living room and pulling at your dress as you wait for him to arrive. The long trails of discarded clothes that you left behind in your bedroom when you couldn’t decide what to wear would have to wait until you return home. Right now, all you can think of is how you are going to keep it together once he is here.

A knock comes at the door, and it makes your heart do funny things even before you get to see him in person. After giving yourself a brief pep talk while shaking your trembling hands to make them calm, you finally open the door. Your heart begins doing that funny thing again, skipping a beat and rushing at the sight of Christian standing right in front of the door, waiting for you, wearing his dashing smile on his face while being surrounded by an air of confidence that makes you look at him in awe.

Stunned speechless, you say nothing to him, giving him a chance to take the sight of you in. His eyes trail down on you with an appreciative look. Going from your face to your dress, and it makes your skin grow warm under his perusing gaze. Seeing that you are still unable to speak, a smile expands so subtly on his face as he greets you first, “Hey.”

“H-hey,” you stammer in response, which only makes his smile grow wider.

“You look great,” he says, making your cheeks burn even hotter.

“Thanks,” you chuckle softly. “You too.”

Christian laughs softly at this. “Are you ready? I have an Uber ride waiting for us downstairs. I hope you don’t mind. I figured if we were both going to have drinks afterwards—”

You look up to him as he speaks and feel an instant sense of relief. Because it suddenly becomes quite obvious to you that he might be just as nervous as you currently are when you notice him rushing as he speaks, and he doesn’t seem to know what to do with his hands when he keeps slipping them in and out of his pockets or running them through his immaculate hair.

“I’m set to go. Thanks for thinking ahead,” you quickly reassure him before he could continue with his rambling, and a visible look of relief appears on his face.

“After you,” he says as he steps aside to let you join him once you have your jacket and purse with you, locking the door behind you as you leave for the night.

It is a warm night, so the two of you decide to have the ride drop you off a block away from your destination so you can enjoy the short walk there, with the sight of the city’s main river accompanying your walk. As you walk side by side with him, his hand entwined gently with yours to keep you by his side and the conversation flowing slowly as you talk about your day, you find yourself steadily getting more and more comfortable. The tension that has been following you the whole day soon fades, while the familiar ease that you have often felt when you are with him starts coming back to you.

It doesn’t take long before you finally reach the restaurant that he had chosen for tonight’s date. Situated right at the end of the boardwalk that you have been walking on and not too far from the clear river is a quaint pizza place, partly hidden from the main road but still open to the view around the neighbourhood to allow you to enjoy the comfortable atmosphere around you. He finds a table for two outside, quite a distance away from the sidewalk that you can have your own space without having to worry about the passing crowd. A soft tune of music is playing from the restaurant, giving you a pleasant welcome as you both begin perusing the menu.

He makes a suggestion to order their signature dish, the cheese pizza, which you are completely fine with, while you choose the appetiser and one of their pasta plates to share between you two. As he hasn’t been drinking alcohol as often lately, Christian chooses a glass of their special draft beer to taste and a bottle of soda to go with his dinner, while you order a glass of cheap wine that costs nearly the same as his orders.

This is all happening so fluidly—how you talk about the menu without worry and choosing what the two of you would like to have and share—that it feels almost natural to do something like this. There is no hint of awkwardness existing between you, helping you to forget that you are on an actual date instead of casually hanging out with him, even if the feeling lasts just for a brief moment.

Your stomach has been in knots since you left home with him. While the short walk here and the conversation that was shared from then until this moment have helped a little to put you at ease, he would constantly bring back the tension either with his gestures or by being particularly flirty. Each time his fingers come brushing gently against your hand, sparks instantly start flying in the air around you. Your skin would tingle when you are talking to him and he leans closer to listen with rapt attention, and your chest would feel tight when his eyes are looking deeply into yours.

And then he reminds you the reason why you have always been so captivated with him and how you began to harbour a deep crush on him, as he shares with you about everything that he has been up to lately—of the long hours he spent filming with his crew and the long nights he spent working on post-production, and also about how he is slowly diving back into making his music again. It is the moment you look into his eyes when the flutter in your chest returns, when you get to see the clear sight of his love and passion for what he does, the look that is so captivating to see that you are once again lost for words.

The waiter returns to your table just then, setting down the drinks that Christian ordered before pouring the red wine into your glass. Once he is done, Christian leans forward to get closer.

“So—how about you? You said this week has been busy for you,” he inquires so suddenly, sounding genuinely curious to know what you have been up to this week while he has been busy with his own thing and you haven’t seen each other after attending his last class.

“Oh, just the usual,” you answer with a shrug. You tell him everything about the classes you went to this week and all the mundane things you would usually do during the day. But then as you begin sharing with him about your assignments, and the exciting things you do during your part-time job in the night, your excitement grows. He should be able to notice it from the tone of your voice, or the way you keep twirling the wine glass in your hand as you speak. Either way, there seems to be no way Christian would miss the way you are enjoying these things, as he keeps his eyes on you the entire time, looking deeply at you as he listens, taking in everything you are sharing with him.

“Speaking of your work—” you hum, suddenly recalling the day you joined him during filming. “I kind of missed being in that environment, to be able to see you work and see how you handle things in the set. Your crew seems so fun to work with too.”

Hearing this makes him smile. “You’re right. I’m lucky to be working with a group of talented people. Working with them has been fun,” he says, before he suddenly tilts his head and you see him getting curious about something.

“You know, I’ve been wondering—” he starts as he leans closer over the table to gently ask you, “How did you get here?”

You raise your eyebrows. “You…picked me up. At home,” you answer him, feigning innocence, even if you have quite an inkling of what he is trying to ask.

“I’m not talking about being here,” he chuckles softly. “How did you end up studying film production? Have you always been so interested in making videos and movies?”

You bite your lips. Not feeling sure how to answer him at first. “It’s quite a long story,” you finally tell him. “And a part of it might be a bit embarrassing to share.”

Christian gives you a reassuring smile. “I got time. And I won’t laugh, I promise.”

Sipping your wine slowly, you try to decide where to begin. Once you gather enough courage, you finally admit to him softly, “Actually, I could probably say that I got interested to dive deeper into this because of you.”

Christian’s eyes grow wide in shock, obviously not prepared enough to hear this. “What—?”

Chuckling softly, you begin to tell him everything. “When I started college, I knew I was either going to study art or film, but I have to admit that I had no direction to know where to go. I’ve always loved movies and old films, and I loved the artistry behind creating music videos. I’ve also been drawn to documentary videos for a long time, but I never knew if I would be able to take up the challenge to dive into that world. And then I remember stumbling upon your videos during that time—” you stop briefly as you recall finding his raw videos before his crew grew into what is known today, but it was seeing him sharing those raw videos and making the process behind them seem like such a fun thing to do that got you so drawn into the entire process and finally getting to love it as well.

“I tried to see if I would like it, so I started by learning and doing photography while saving up to buy my own camera set. Then you started sharing your travel videos and your post-production process online, and it got me interested in learning more about photography and film. And I was right about it being so much fun. I found the kind of challenge I was looking for in film major.” You stop for a brief moment and cannot help but smile as you recall those days when you finally had your mind set on it. “Let me just say that switching from art major to film production was the best decision I’ve ever made in life.”

You turn to smile at him just then, realising that you finally get the chance to do the one thing that you have always wanted to do. That you finally get to do what you had always imagined you would be once you meet him in person. “Thank you for inspiring me, by the way,” you say to him with a grateful smile, before adding playfully, “And if it wasn’t for you, I probably wouldn’t end up taking the post-production course to finally meet you in person.”

Christian has been in such awe as he listens to your story that he seems to be lost for words. You feel worried that you might have been oversharing with him and that you are making him uncomfortable with your confession. A part of you is relieved that you get to say all of this instead of keeping them to yourself, but another part of you is afraid that he might feel burdened by the admiration you have for him, and you are worried that it might only push him away.

But seeing him getting flustered makes you feel intrigued, curious to know how he feels about what you had just said to him. Clearing his throat, he rubs a palm over his lips to cover his bashful smile, though you can still see the crimson shade materialising on his skin.

“You’re flattering me too much that I have no idea what to say,” he says with a nervous chuckle. Noticing your silence as you are waiting for his response, and perhaps noticing how shy and tense you seem to be feeling, Christian scoots his chair closer until he is within inches of you and reaches for your hand, once again igniting the sparks between you as he takes your smaller hands between his larger ones.

“But I’m glad that finding my videos was what led you to me,” he gently says as he rubs his fingers against yours. “Or else, we probably wouldn’t be sitting together like this tonight, and I wouldn’t get to know your amazing personality and talent.”

This time, you are the one who is flustering in the middle of what was supposed to be an innocent conversation. With his hand on yours, his deep eyes looking intently into yours, and his presence being so close, you are not only feeling sparks rising between you, but also heat simmering in the air that you start feeling a different kind of tension. The kind that gets your chest filled with delicate flutters and your body growing warm.

The food arrives, granting a short moment of reprieve from the rolling tension as he finally leans away and the two of you soon dive into the beautiful meal while the conversation between you lightens.

“So,” he says while eyeing you expectantly as he slowly devours his food. “Tell me more about your, um—little adventure at the mall.”

You immediately laugh at this. “There is nothing more to share. If any, I think I may have already overshared with you by accidentally sending you those photos.”

Christian softly chuckles, and he glances at you with a sly look dancing in his gaze. “I have no regrets of it happening,” he says, while you can only shake your head.

“I’m sure you don’t,” you taunt him in return.

Despite playing along, he probably suspects that you are still feeling uncomfortable about the mishap that happened that day. He reaches across the table to once again cover your hands with his. “Don’t worry, nobody else saw those photos, I promise. And you deleted them from both devices already so you won’t be able to find those photos anywhere on my phone, I’m sure,” he says, reassuring you. Though it is hard to feel immediately relieved when you see the playful grin growing on his face soon after. “Lucky for me, I have quite a good memory, so I won’t have to look for them again to remember everything. Like the coffee-coloured one that you said you were buy—ow! I’m kidding!”

Rubbing his upper arm which had just become the victim of your reflexed slapping, Christian laughs, pleased to see your reaction. You tease each other a while longer while you continue enjoying your meal, with his hand occasionally reaching out to you at every chance he gets, from brushing against yours to entwining his fingers between yours whenever he likes it.

When casting your gaze down on your joined hands, your heartbeat would start racing rapidly. Everything still feels like a dream that you want to pinch your skin so badly to see if you would wake up from this, yet you can still feel his warmth through your entwined fingers, letting you know that this moment is real.

Then you would look up to see his face, to see his smile from up close and listen to his voice as he chats with you, and you realise that he is real.

Instead of allowing your nerves to take over and have yourself be intimidated by his presence, you choose to savour this moment. Because the more you open yourself to him, and the longer you are together with this man, you finally realise that the infatuation that you feel growing between you isn’t simply a figment of your imagination. That it is truly there, and it is just as real as the two of you, present and blooming steadily even without any of you realising it.

Once dinner is done, Christian takes you to another walk just to have more time with you. This time, he chooses to make a stop at the small dessert spot not too far from your place and start from there.

You can feel his eyes on you while you are slowly licking at your ice cream, savouring the taste and this serene moment you have together as you walk on the side of the street, with nobody paying attention to any of you.

“Have you been enjoying the night so far?” Christian suddenly asks you once you arrive at your place and he is now walking you to your door.

“Do you hear me complaining?” you question him, drawing a smile to his face. “I had fun. I think it was the most fun I’ve had in a while, to be honest.”

Chuckling softly, Christian nods his head. “Same with me. I always love being with you,” he admits slowly. “You always make me feel—” he sighs, as if having trouble finding the right words to say. “Comfortable with myself, if I have to describe it with words, and that’s not even half of it.”

Soon enough, you are standing right in front of your door, with your hands entwined and he is not showing any sign of letting you go. Deep down, you also feel like you are not ready to part ways with him. Your chest feels heavy as you are not ready for the night to end this soon.

So you turn to him, smiling as you nervously ask him, “Do you want to come in?”

His smile grows, and there is something showing in his gaze that looks quite unfamiliar to you when he says, “I would love to.”

He follows you as you walk into your warm home, still with your hands interlaced with one another. The moment the door is closed right behind him, Christian reaches out to you and pulls you to him, before he finally does the one thing he seems to have wanted to do all night long, as he soon leans down, capturing your lips in his to a deep, long kiss that takes your breath away.

And the heat that has been simmering between you the entire night erupts into flame.

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dustofinsanity · 6 years ago

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𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒

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Christian / Reader ㅤㅤㅤ Ex-lovers to lovers AU ㅤㅤㅤ Words count: 4.8k

Summary: After seeing you laughing with another man, Ian decides to leave without talking with you or giving explanations. But he didn’t expect you could react like that. That was when the downward spiral started for you.

Content/Warning: Angst, misunderstanding, downward spiral, romance.

Sky was already dark when you left the coffee shop you owned, humming one of your favorite songs. Your day was pretty hard, you had a lot of clients but it made you more happy than something else. You loved it when people came into your shop and asked for their coffee or tea, smiling and knowing they would obviously love their drink. Moreover, your best friend came to help you and made you laugh through this exhausting day. You loved this guy so much and you knew you could be yourself with him because he always understood you better than anyone and never judged you.

With a happy smile on your lips, you walked across the street, wondering what you would eat for dinner and reached the apartment you shared with your boyfriend. Well, you didn't really share it but he was more at yours than his so it was like you both lived together.

You opened the front door and were immediately welcomed by his dog.

"Hi baby!" You smiled with a cute voice, picking the pinscher in your arms, chuckling when she started to lick all over your face. "Yes, yes, mommy's home. Where's daddy?"

You put Lori on the floor and watched her run to your bedroom, waving her tiny tail. You followed the adorable dog and went in the room, smiling widely.

"Ian, what do you wanna-" You froze as you saw two bags on the bed, Christian putting his clothes in them. "Ia... Ian... What... What are you doing?" You asked, eyes wide open, shaking in fear.

"Don't talk to me." He growled without looking at you. "We're done."

You felt your heart drop in your chest as tears started to blur your vision before running along your cheeks. It couldn't be over. You took a step towards Ian, not able to understand what was going on and looked at the bags.

"Ian... I... I don't understand..."

"Which part don't you understand when I say we're done? You, me, us, finished! Better?!" He almost yelled at you.

"Did... did I do some... something wrong?" You asked with a trembling voice but he still didn't look at you and took his bags. "Ian, talk to me. Tell me what I did."

You grabbed his forearm and forced him to face you but the only thing you could see was the anger in his mesmerizing dark brown eyes. He hated you at this moment, he hated you so much. He pulled his arm away and walked over to the living room, adding some of his stuff in the bags. Accidentally, he pushed a photo of you both that crashed on the floor. He gave a quick look and continued his way.

You picked up the little wooden frame and noticed the glass was broken, like you, your mind, your heart. You throw it away and ran over Christian, hitting his back, crying.

"You can't do this! You can't leave me!"

"Get off of me!" He growled again before facing you and grab your wrists.

"Tell me what I did, Ian! Tell me and I promise I won't do it again! Please, tell me!"

It broke his heart to see you like that but he had no choice. He saw you with that guy, smiling and laughing like you never did with him. He saw the sweet and knowing glances you shared with that guy. He even saw the hugs and the kiss this stranger put on your forehead as you were smiling, eyes closed. He saw everything and he needed to get away from you before being totally broken.

He let go of your wrists and was about to move when you wrapped your arms around his middle, your face buried against his chest, tears flooding your cheeks. He tried to pull you away but you tightened your grip like the desperate woman that you were. You wanted him to talk to you, to explain what you did wrong.

"I said get off of me!" Christian shouted, pushing you brutally against the couch. "How can you ask me what you did wrong?! I saw you, Y/n! I saw you with that bastard, at your shop!"

"Min... Minhyuk?! He's a friend! He's just a friend, Ian!"

"Are you serious, Y/n?! A friend?! What kind of friend acts like that?! I saw you! He's not just a friend!"

"Ian, please, listen to me! You have to believe me!" You begged him, grabbing his black shirt, hearing Lori barking in the back. "I swear to God, Minhyuk is nothing more than a friend! You can ask him, there's nothing between us! We’ve know each other for years, he's like a brother to me!"

"A brother doesn't kiss his sister like that." Ian sighed, removing your hands from him. "I never imagined this could be happen, that you could be like that."

"You know I'm not like that, Ian! Please! You know me!"

"That's what I thought but... I'm not sure anymore. We're done, Y/n. Don't call me, forget me because that's what I'll do. I don't want to see you again."

You looked at him, mouth half open, eyes crying and heart broken. You wanted to grab his shirt again, to wrap your arms around his chest and tell him he was wrong but you couldn't move or say anything. You watched him pick up Lori and walk to the door without looking at you. You jumped a little when you heard the door slam and fell on your knees, staring at nothing. It was over, he left you, the only man you loved this much thought you were cheating on him and left you. You were done.

Done. Done. Done. This word was turning on loop in your head for almost a month. You tried to see and call Christian for two weeks but gave up when you finally accepted that he didn't want to have anything to do with you. You also tried to reach his friends but they didn't answer you either. All the crew left you.

You still worked at your shop, closing it earlier than usually. You tried to smile at your clients but some of them noticed you were faking it and asked what was wrong. Every time, you replied you were sick or you had a little fight with a "friend". You started to drink, didn't eat healthy and your apartment looked like a mess. Pizza boxes, ramyuns cups, empty bottles, etc... Yeah, it was a fucking big mess like your life was.

Every night, you watched all the videos you took with Christian during your vacations or free days. You knew it didn't help you to do that but seeing Ian's smile was the only thing that could ease your pain. You didn't sleep a lot either, dreaming, if we can say "dreaming", of this night all the time. And, every morning, you woke up with red eyes and tried to cover the exhaustion on your face with pretty make up. But you knew this wasn't going to work much longer. You couldn't hide what you felt anymore.

When you woke up this morning, you thought your legs were broken and, when you looked at them, you noticed a lot of small red spots on them. It wasn't painful, but it was like your legs couldn't support you anymore. You grabbed your phone and called the hospital, explaining what happened to you.

"I tried to stand up but I can't. My stomach and my throat hurt too. Hm... No, I'm... I'm alone. Yes, okay. Thank you."

You hung up your phone and tried to reach some clothes beside your bed. An ambulance was going to pick you up and bring you to the hospital but you didn't want to be seen almost naked. You hardly put on a pair of sweat pants and a white shirt Ian forgot at yours and waited in your bed. Few minutes later, you heard the concierge opening the front door of your apartment and saw two men in white uniform, a worried look on their face. Was it that bad?

You didn't know when you reached the hospital since you fell asleep in the ambulance but, when you woke up in the white room, you saw an IV in both of your forearms. You raised your head and looked at the two suspended glass bottles above your bed. You frowned and heard someone open the door.

"Oh, you're awake?" The nurse said with surprise. "I'll call the doctor."

You nodded silently and waited few minutes again before seeing a handsome tall man came in, a file in his right hand. You watched him walking over your bed and bowed your head politely.

"Hello, Miss Y/n. I'm the Dr Park, I'm in charge of you."

"What happened to me, Dr?" You asked, feeling pain in your throat.

"Can I ask you some questions?" He saw you nodded. "Did something happen in your life, lately? Did you quit or lose your job? Did you lose someone or had some issues with your family?"

"I... I... My boyfriend broke up with me." You answered, trying not to cry. "A... a month ago."

"And when was your last meal?"

You wanted to reply it was the day before but the doctor added "real meal", letting you know that he didn't mean pizza or cup of ramyuns. You lowered your head and started to intertwine your fingers, trying to avoid the doctor's gaze.

"I... I... I don't... remember..." You admitted in a whisper. "I'm... not hungry."

"We also noticed a high dose of alcohol in your blood. Listen, Miss Y/n, I don't know what you feel but if you don't eat and keep drinking like you do, this will end badly. We will keep you here until the end of the week and, if the results are good, you can leave next Tuesday."

You nodded and thanked him before asking if you could get out a bit. The doctor told you, you can't walk but he would request a wheelchair for you. You thanked him again and, almost 30 minutes later, you could leave your room and take some fresh air.

The doctor's words were turning on loop in your head as you were rolling through the little, but amazing, park behind the hospital. For the first time in a month, you watched at the sky and realize the weather was pretty good. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath when you suddenly heard a familiar voice.

"No more shopping cart race with him."

You opened wide your eyes and looked right in front of you. Your heart skipped a beat when you saw Dabin and Scott who had a casted foot. You wanted to "drive away" but you were frozen, mouth half-open and hands shaking. Tears reached your eyes and you looked away when Dabin raised his head and looked at you.

By chance, he didn't recognize you for a moment and just walked by. It was true you had changed a lot since you almost lost 33lbs. You sighed in relief but froze again when you heard him saying something to Scott.

"Wait... Is that..." You heard him come back to you and you prayed all the gods you knew so he couldn't recognize you. Fail. He stopped in front of you with eyes wide open, didn't know what to say.

"Hi Dabin." You whispered, trying to smile. "How... How are you?"

"Y/n, what happ-" He started before seeing you stare at him with amused but sad eyes. "How long have you been here? Can... can I help you?"

You chuckled lightly and looked away. "I've been hospitalized today. A bad flu."

"You've always been a bad liar." Scott teasing you a bit as he sat on a bench next to you. "Look at you, Y/n. You can't do this to yourself."

"I didn't ask for your advice, Scott. Take care of yourself, guys."

You turned your wheelchair and drove away, tears rolling along your cheeks. Things couldn't be worse, now.

You had to stay two more days before you could leave the hospital but the doctor said your state was getting better. He prescribed a special treatment you had to take at home and told you to come every two weeks for three months. You thanked him for his help and took a taxi to your apartment, knowing you had a lot of things to do like really big cleaning. You were about to unlock the door when you noticed it was already open. Someone was in your apartment...

You pushed the door silently and saw your apartment was totally clean. You took off your shoes as much discreetly as you could and walked on tiptoes when you saw Lori running to you, her tiny tail waving frantically. You dropped your bag and picked the dog up, hugging her close to you.

"I missed you too, baby." You sobbed as you let her lick your nose and mouth. "I missed you so much."

You raised your head as you heard him leaving the kitchen and walking over to you. Ian put his shoulder against the wall and lowered his head, a sad smile on his lips. He knew what happened, what you've gone through, he almost felt the same. Almost.

"How did you get in?" You asked as cold as you could, not knowing how you were supposed to be with him.

"I forgot them in my vest." Ian answered, showing you the set of keys, you gave him a year ago. "Dabin told me about your-"

"You can leave, now." You cut him off as you put Lori back on the floor. "Thank you for cleaning up my apartment but I'm back now. So... you can leave. You know where the door is."

You walked past him and went to your kitchen before open one of the cupboard and seeing something was missing.

"Where is it?" You sighed and faced Ian. "Where's the bottle?"

"I don't think drinking whiskey is good for you, Y/n. Especially now."

"You don't know what's good for me, Ian."

He watched you walking over to him and pushed him from your way before opening the drawer under the coffee table in your living room. No bottle. Under the couch? No bottle. Behind the big potted plant that Ian named Jim? No bottle. In your bedroom? No bottle. In the all apartment? No bottle, not at all.

And God knew how much you needed a glass of whiskey!

"I threw them all away." Christian sighed when you came back from the bathroom. "Seriously, Y/n. Even in the bathroom."

You felt an incredible anger taking all over your body and, without wanting it, you slapped Ian's face. Lori started to growl at you but you didn't care that much. You could only see Ian massaging his jaw, his eyes full on sadness.

"I guess I deserve it." He sighed again, raising his head and looking straight into your angry eyes. "Y/n, I-"

"How could you do this to me?" You grunted, clenching your fists and trying to hold back your tears. "How could you, Ian? You thought you could just come back like that and clean my house to be forgiven? I almost died because of you! Because you left me! Can you understand that?!"

You didn't notice that you started to cry as you yelled at him. You wanted to hit him, you wanted it so much but your heart almost dropped in your chest when you slapped him and you didn't want to feel that pain again. You wanted him to suffer as much as you did. And at the same time, you wanted to be in his arms, you wanted him to say he was sorry, he was an idiot, because that what he was.

"Get out of my apartment, Ian!" You yelled as you pointed your finger at the door. "How could you think-"

"I came to see you." He cut you off, head down, his shaking voice catching you off guard. "I knew your treatment was strong and you fell asleep during your IVs. I came to see you every day."

"You... The old friend..." You breathed, remembering the bouquet of flowers you saw every time after your IVs. "I... I thought it was Dabin." You shook your head. "And you think I'll forgive you with that?! With a fucking bouquet?! You almost killed me, Ian!"

"And I can't forgive myself for that. I know what I did is unforgivable, but I wanted you to know that I... that I still lo-"

"Don't you dare say that to me! You can't say that now! I hate you so much!"

Your voice cracked and you ran to him, starting to hit his chest as hard as you could. You couldn't hurt him physically, you were to weak and Ian had always been stronger than you but seeing you like that, crying all the tears that you held, screaming you hated him was more hurtful than anything else for him. He watched you pulling away and turning your back on him.

Christian felt his tears roll down on his cheeks as he saw your shoulders moving feverishly, your face buried in your hands. He took his jacket, picked up Lori that was looking and whimpering at you and reached the front door, whispering he was sorry before leaving your apartment.

Lifting up your head, you looked right in front you and wiped the tears on your cheeks. A long and sad sigh left your lips as you turned and faced the front door.

"Me too, Ian." You whispered. "Me Too."

You got back to work few days after leaving the hospital and were so happy to see that your clients missed you. A lot of them even took few minutes on their schedules to talk with you and cheer you up, saying you were an incredible strong woman who will find a man who would really deserve you. Everytime, you thanked them with a shy smile and said Ian couldn't know you would react like that to your breakup. Even if he hurt you, you couldn't let him take all the blame.

Like you said to Minhyuk, you could understand why Ian reacted like he did. It was true that you and your best friend were close, very close, and Ian met Minhyuk a couple of times, not more. You could understand why Ian thought you and your best friend were more than what you said because, yes, you were acting like if there was more than just a friendship between you both. Moreover, you knew that Minhyuk loved you, you were a dream girl for him but he would never touch you or try something with you. Seeing his best friend more than happy in her love life was enough for him. Yes, he loved you and wanted you to be happy even if it was with Ian.

When Minhyuk entered your coffee shop with a huge bouquet of pink roses, a large smile stretched your lips as your clients stared at you.

"Are you serious, Minhyuk?" You laughed as he reached the counter. "And can you tell me why?"

"Because you deserve it, you idiot." He replied raising his eyebrows.

You took the bouquet from his hands and put them in a jug, thanking your best friend for this wonderful gift. But, when you turned to face and hug him, you saw a bruise on his cheek bone. You immediately asked what happened to him but you knew he was lying when he told you he had a fight at his work.

"Minhyuk, what happened?" You repeated, frowning. "Are you in trouble? Did you start playing again?"

Your best friend laughed and reassured you, saying he just had a little fight with a man he met the day before. You gave him a concerned look and listened to him apologize for not being able to come earlier. He had a lot of work and you could see in his face he was exhausted.

"Give me a hug, help me with the clients and I'll forgive you." You smirked, opening your arms.

Minhyuk wrapped his arms around your shoulders and kissed the top of your head, whispering you were the best woman on Earth. You whispered back that you knew it when you heard the small bell under the door jingle and saw Dabin and Cline entered your shop. You smiled at them and asked what they wanted.

"We missed your coffee." Cline smiled, looking discreetly at Minhyuk.

"It's true that you didn't come often lately. I didn't expect the whole crew break up with me. I thought I was dating Ian, not all of you. We were closer than I thought." You teasing him with a cheeky smile. "Anyway. An americano for Dabin and a latte for you, right? I'll bring them to you."

The men nodded and thanked you before sitting at a table, still looking at your best friend. They noticed the bouquet and started to talk about it when you bring them their order.

"How are the guys? Does Scott still have his cast?" You asked, sitting with them.

"They're fine. And Scott... We told him it wasn't a good idea to race against Ian in shopping carts." Dabin answered, taking a sip of his americano. "Still the best coffee of Seoul."

"Tell him to drink aloe verra juice and eat a lot of vegetables. It will help him to recover faster."

"And you? How are you?" Cline asked with a concerned look. "Are you... fine?"

"I'll be honest, it's hard but... I didn't drink a lot since I left the hospital and I try to eat healthy but, yes, it's hard." You looked at them with a smile. "I don't want people pity me, I don't need that, but living without Ian is harder than I could imagine. But I hope he's fine, he deserves to be happy."

"Did you talk with him since the last time?" Dabin asked. "He told us about your fight."

You chuckled, amused by the fact they were interested and worried about your relationship with Christian. They weren't the type of guys who could be interested by their friend’s relationships but you knew they liked you and saw you as a real and close friend.

You shook your head and left their table, wishing them a good day. You didn't want to talk about your ex boyfriend, even less with his best friends. In fact, you didn't want to talk about Ian at all. It still was too painful for you.

You closed your shop at 9pm, like you used to do and ran to yours, caught in the rain. With wet hair and clothes, you reached your apartment when you saw Christian, as soaked as you, sitting in front of your door, head down, Lori sleeping in his arms. Tilting your head, you sighed and reached your door, telling him to come in.

Without looking at him or adding anything, you took off your jacket, threw it on your kitchen bar and opened a cupboard, taking your whiskey bottle. Even if you didn't drink a lot, you still need a glass or two, sometimes. The doctor told you the cure could be hard but you did well.

You turned to face Ian and saw he was looking all around, trying to avoid your eyes, Lori still in his arms. You knew he could be cute sometimes but it was the first time you saw him acted like a little boy who was afraid to be scolded. A small smile stretched your lips as you took a sip of the alcohol and you told him he could relax, you wouldn't slap his face this time. He smiled sadly, thinking about this and put his dog on the floor.

"Do you... Do you drink-"

"I don't drink a lot." You cut him off, chuckling. "Just a glass a day, not a bottle like I did. Why did you come? Did you forget something?"

He slipped his hand in his jeans' pocket and showed you the keys he forgot to give you back last time.

"You could put them in my mailbox."

"I wanted to see you." He admitted, lowering his head. "I wanted to apologize properly. Minhyuk came to-"

"Minhyuk?!" You repeated, opening wide your eyes. "Did you hit him?! Tell me you didn't."

"I'm sorry." He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "He... he told me he'll take you on a date if I couldn't take you back."

"He what?!" You choked with your whiskey. "I swear to God, I'm gonna kill him."

"I hit him because I knew-"

"You knew what, Ian?" You cut him off again. "That you couldn't take me back? You idiot."

You put your glass on the kitchen counter and got closer to him, cupping his face in your hands and forcing him to look at you. You could see how sorry he was and how hard he tried to hold back his tears.

"Can I ask you something?" You whispered before seeing him nodding silently. "How could you think I was cheating on you? How could think that, Ian?"

"I don't know, Y/n." He replied in the same tone. "When I saw you with him, I... I thought that you didn't love me anymore, that you found someone better than me."

"There's no one better than you." You murmured as he lifted up his face quickly. "Ian, I loved you and I would give you my life if you asked me. You were the reason why I woke up every morning. The reason why I smiled. I loved you, Ian, I was yours, totally yours." You looked straight into his eyes and, with a lovely smile, you added: "And I always will be."

Christian opened wide his eyes and grabbed your face, pulling you into a passionate and long-awaited kiss. You froze for a second but ended up wrapping your arms around his neck, kissing him back. Your heart was racing and feeling Ian's lips against yours again gave you so many feelings and sensations. It was like you missed him for years.

"I'm so sorry, Y/n." Ian whispered against your lips, leaning his forehead against yours. "I... I was so afraid when I saw you at the hospital and I don't know what I would've done if you'd left me."

"Shhh." You muttered, caressing his bottom lips with your thumb. "It's okay, love, everything's fine now. I'm here with you and I won't go anywhere. I'll stay with you, okay?"

You felt him nodding against your head and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. Chuckling a little, you asked him to talk to you next time he would have a doubt about something and let him know you needed to take a shower. He stared at you with a smirk that made you laugh.

"With you, of course!"

After a long, very long, shower in wich you didn't really wash yourself, you spent the rest of the night in Christian's arms, cuddling on the couch, eating junk food and watching some stupid movies. To be honest, you weren't really looking at the tv, more focused on Ian's tattoos that you retraced with your fingers.

Feeling sleep getting stronger, you whispered in Ian's ear that you were going to sleep and grabbed his hand, letting him know you wouldn't be in your bed without him anymore. You laid down against him, burying your face in his chest as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you as close as he could against him.

"I love you." Ian whispered in your ear, burying his face in your neck.

"I love you too." You smiled, rubbing the back of his head with your fingers. "Idiot."

He growled slightly and kissed your shoulder, a small smile stretching his lips. You chuckled a little and felt Lori jump on the bed, sneaking behind your knees. Your family was complete again.

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write-this-way-please · 7 years ago

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Forgive Or Forget V

Forgive or Forget V [Endings always lead to new beginings│Simon D&Christian Yu]

◇ Forgive or Forget I ◇ Forgive or Forget II ◇ Forgive or Forget III ◇ Forgive or Forget IV

With Christian’s help you were able to grab everything from the house in just a few hours. You hadn’t even realized how many things you had until you were trying to pack. If it was solely up to you, you wanted to leave every single thing that Kiseok touched but Christian convinced you otherwise.

His car was loaded up with boxes of your things that you were going to place in storage until you could get a place of your own. After one final walk-through of the house you found yourself going through one of Kiseok’s drawers. One that had always piqued your interest, but you always stopped yourself from going through just so you didn’t ruin the surprise. You knew it was where he hid your gifts.

“I got the last of it in the car.” Christian stood by the doorway, watching you hold a small jewelry box.

You remained silent tracing the charms before scoffing. “It really was so obvious wasn’t it…?”

“What’s going on?” he walked closer to you, getting a better look at the box. In your hand, he saw a bunch of necklaces, all of the charms identical to the one around your neck.

“He really gave these necklaces to everyone… All this time I thought I was special...he played me…”

Christian rubbed your back softly. There were no words. Nothing he could say could comfort you, after years of betrayal it wasn’t his place to try and comfort you. He just needed to be there for you. “C’mere…” he pulled you into a warm hug.

You’d done well to slowly move on. You were completely moved out of Kiseok’s, blocked his number, and there was just one thing left to do. A Little something for yourself. The last bit of closure that you needed.

You made your way into the cafe closest to AOMG. One that you knew Kiseok’s secretary frequented for their coffee runs.

“Unnie...What are you doing here…?” Eunha stood at attention, dropping her pen before scrambling to give you a cordial smile. As if she hadn’t been lying to you for who knows how long.

“You were like a sister to me. We celebrated your birthday together, Christmas, I had you in my house...All this time I thought you were my friend...But you just wanted-”

“I-It’s not like that I-” tears began to rim her eyes. “I never wanted-” She didn’t know how you knew but there was just something about how you looked at her that broke her.

“I just can’t believe it was you… Kiseok is-was my boyfriend. We’ve been together for years. We’re supposed to get married but you-”

“I never wanted to hurt you…”

“You have an affair with my boyfriend but you didn’t want to hurt me?!” you hadn’t meant to be so loud, it wasn’t your intention to embarrass her further, but you couldn’t help it. It pissed you off that she dare be sorry when it was something of this magnitude. The other people in the cafe were in a hushed silence, all eyes on her as you glared at her. And as much as you were angry you didn’t think she deserved to be on the spot like that.

“I’m sorry.”

“I really just want to know...Why...I would never do something like that. I can’t even fathom why someone would cheat, but even worse why someone would allow themselves to be some side chick. Don’t you have any respect for yourself?”

“No...I guess I don’t…” she fell to the ground, all of her emotions rushing at her. “I...I don’t know why I did it...I just...I’m sorry! You think I feel good about this! You think I can stand looking at him or you knowing what I’ve done! You think I don’t have a heart!”

“But that’s not enough to stop you. You knew he had a girlfriend but-”

“He came onto me! He told me he loved me...He-” She stopped. “I knew it was wrong to have feelings for him...But he was my boss...he was nice to me. He…”

“But you let him…”

“I wanted him too...there I said it...I fell for him too. At first it was ok...I thought maybe you two would just break up...then we could be together...but he doesn’t want that. He only wants you.” She choked back a sob. “He only ever really wanted you...Do you know what it’s like being in bed with a man that’s planning your wedding to him…”

“If you knew that, then why play along. Why torture yourself…?”

“Because...I didn’t want to let him go either...I wanted him to love me...but...I’m not the only one… Because if I stop he’s already replaced me…”

“...How many…” you gripped your fist.

“I don’t know...too many…”

“But you let him use you like that”

“Let him…? You make it sound like I wanted him to hurt me… You’re in no place to lecture me about being used.” She looked up at you. “I know what I did...and I’m not proud of it. I was- I am stupid for letting him sweet talk me, for letting him have that much control over me...But what about you. You can’t play innocent...You had to of known… You didn’t have this gut feeling that something wasn’t right…”

She was right. In the back of your mind, you probably did know. But anytime you doubted him he was especially doating on you, clingy, kind, warm and loving. The him you loved in the beginning. But that’s how he kept you strung along. “You’re right…”

“What…?”

“Ya know...I did think there was another woman. I never thought it was you...But I did know...somehow...because I played out the moment I’d confront that other woman. How I’d curse her out for being a homewrecker. Pull her hair, smack her face...I just...I hated her...You… I somehow blame you for everything wrong in my relationship.”

“I wouldn’t blame you-” she flinched, shutting her eyes seeing your hand move but you only kneeled down in front of her, offering her your hand.

“Get up…” You gentle held her hand pulling her off the ground. “I knew I’d hate you...But I didn’t think I’d pity you so much….Even you deserve better than him… You shouldn’t let him make you feel like he owns you.”

“What are you going to do now…?”

“The same thing you should do… Leave him. Do better for yourself.” You looked at her necklace, a sad smile graced your face seeing the identical charm piece to your bracelet. “We deserve better than him.” As you made your way out she called your name.

“Unnie..I...I’m sorry...I’m really sorry...And I know you must hate me but…”

“I don’t hate you… I don’t really forgive you” you smiled. “But I don’t hate you.” and that was all you could say before you left.

Another day another cocktail party that you were awkwardly invited to. It was for a launch for something, and you had so much on your mind you honestly didn’t even bother to read the invitation. There were tons of familiar faces, You were just thankful that AOMG was nowhere to be found. You and Kiseok didn’t exactly go public about the break up it was more so you just left him.

Sitting at the bar you downed another glass of champagne; wishing it was something stronger. As much as you tried to fight it, your mind had this way to wandering back to Kiseok. It’d been over a week since you moved out. You stopped taking his calls, and put him on the no entry list for your office. And all your efforts had worked. You’d properly cut him out of your life.

Some relationships were worth salvaging. This just wasn’t one of them.

But you knew if you let him talk to you he’d have some excuse for cheating. And like the many times before he’d manipulate you into staying with him. And you needed to close that chapter in your life.

And other than that there was this weird relationship you and Christian were in. And the last thing you wanted was for him to be some sort of rebound. You didn’t want him to feel like you were rushing into things with him because you weren’t used to be alone.

You couldn’t do that to him. You knew his feelings for you and he deserved a fair chance.

The whole situation was driving you crazy. You tossed the glass of champagne back before grabbing another.

“Easy there...Night just started, it can’t be that rough” a low voice chuckled from behind you. Christian came up beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

You smiled softly at the familiarity of it all.

Just a few weeks prior and that was how you met Christian. At the time he was just that handsome stranger from the event. Now he was your only real friend, a lifeline. Other than Swings you really didn’t have anyone in your life that wasn’t directly related to Kiseok.

“Hey stop that” Christian frowned, pressing his index finger against the furrow of your brow. “You're thinking too hard”

“Thinking isn’t a bad thing.”

“It is when you’re frowning. That means you’re dwelling.” he grabbed your hand and tugged you toward him. “C’mere.”

“Where are we going?”

“You need a distraction. Dance with me.”

“Christian please no-” you laughed, stumbling over your heels as he pulled you in the middle of the dance floor.

“Trust me” he pulled you close by the small of your back.

“I do but this is embarrassing. People are staring.”

“You’re gorgeous why wouldn’t they stare?” he swayed you to the music, smiling as you shyly looked anywhere but at him. He smiled seeing you get more comfortable, eventually just giving in and dancing with him. He leaned down, pressing his forehead against yours. “There’s something I wanted to tell you…”

“Christian…” you looked up at him, and suddenly had this wave of anxiety. The very thought that he was going to tell you something that you weren’t prepared to hear from him made you panic.

“Hey calm down” he laughed seeing the anxiety etched on your face. “It’s nothing too major, it’s just...I’m going to be leaving for Peru soon.”

“You’re going to Peru?!”

“I had it planned for a couple of months. But yeah, I just wanted to get away, enjoy the visuals and architecture of another country. I’ve never been and I’m pretty excited. “I’m going for a month.”

“Wow a whole month...That sounds great” your smile faltered. You were genuinely happy that he was going it was just a month was such a long time for him to be gone.

“Actually…”

You pulled away hearing someone call your name “Kiseok…” you turned around and sighed. You’d know that voice anywhere. And it used to bring you comfort and warmth, all it did now was pain you.

“You moved on fast Jagiya…” he nodded to Christian an unsettling smirk on his lips.

“You moved on in the middle of our relationship.” you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I never moved on. You’re my one and only.”

“Alot less convincing when you literally have a draw of identical charms that you give to me and all your mistresses.”

“But you’re my girl. You always have been.”

“What are you doing here…” you sighed.

“You never gave me a chance. You just up and left me.”

“You cheated on me. In case I didn’t make it painfully clear, that’s a clear break-up reason for me.”

He stepped closer, reaching for your hand but Christian pulled you behind him. “Look Man, the lady doesn’t want to talk about it. It’s over.”

He scoffed. “The home wrecker has something to say?”

“Home wrecker? We’re just friends.”

“You think he’s better than me?” he looked past Christian, meeting your eyes.

“Kiseok it’s over...we’re over. I’m done.”

“So just like that? We didn’t even have a discussion. All that talk about our future...marriage? Just gone like that? So what does it matter if we see other people as long we come home to one another? Imagine how happy our families would be. My parents love you. Why would you want to hurt them like that? You know my mother thinks of you like a daughter…”

“Don’t you dare. You know I love your parents...They’ve always been good to me...But I deserve better than this. You can’t say you want to be with me and tell me you want us to mutually cheat. I’m not ok with that. And you will never manipulate me again...I’m done.”

Kiseok took a deep breath and gave you a sad smile. “You know you were the only woman I’ve ever loved. Right?” Watching you remain silent he reached in his pocket. “If we really are over...I needed you to have this…”

“I don’t want it…”

He cleared his throat “For the woman of my dreams.”

“Kiseok don’t-”

He dropped to his knees and pulled out a ring and between the gasping and the chorus of shutters from cameras you were overwhelmed. You hated when attention was on you like this. You could hear the murmurs of the people around you, all anticipating your answer to Kiseok’s proposal.

You froze.

There was no way to save face.

In their eyes you and Kiseok were a long time couple, this was an anticipated moment.

Between the camera flashes and that smug look on his face you just couldn’t think. “Let’s go” Christian laced his fingers with yours and pulled you out of the party.

It was so surreal how easily you just detached from the moment. You were completely on autopilot. You looked to Christian as he drove away, his knuckles were turning white from how hard he was gripping the steering wheel.

“I can see the headlines now… Simon Dominic’s longtime girlfriend rejects his proposal and runs off with former idol.” you weren’t even angry anymore. You laughed; in Kiseok’s final moments he really did show his true colors.

“Come to Peru with me.”

“What?”

“I think you deserve a vacation.”

“Christian...I don’t want you to pity me…”

“You think I pity you?” He pulled over on the side of the road, putting the car in park. “After all this time we were together you think I pity you?” he sighed raking his hands through his hair. “I pity the situation. I don’t think you deserve any of this….But I’ve never once pitied you.”

“Christian…don’t you think going on a vacation together is a bit much.”

“I like you. And I want us to spend time together. Get to know one another… And if you’re not interested then we can just go as friends. Or co-workers. I just...I need to know you’re ok.”

You’d never made a spontaneous decision of your life. Everything was always so calculated. Always weighing the pros and cons and never living in the moment. And it was never a life you’d wanted. You loved order. It was even the reason you picked a career so clear-cut. There were no gray areas in numbers. Everything was in black and white. But with Christian it wasn’t. And normally you’d find that unsettling but with him….It was oddly comfortable.

Maybe living in that gray area for a while won’t be so bad.

As you unbuckle your seatbelt to lean closer to him he froze. Watching you with steady eyes, cautious of his moves. Your gaze met his before you cupped his cheeks. You could hear the sharp intake of his breath. You could almost feel that he was too scared to move. “Are you afraid of me…?”

“I’m afraid I’ll scare you away…”

“You won’t…” you whispered against his lips before kissing him. You could feel him tense as if he was shocked that you actually did it but soon he relaxed, returning your affection, and gripping your waist as he deepened it. Every move of his was subtle, calculated, and intentional and nothing felt more welcoming.

Your nose brushed against his as you both pulled away. His long fingers, lingering on your cheeks as he pressed his forehead to yours. “Wow…” he whispered, licking his lips.

“I’ll go….” you smiled.

“What? Really?” He couldn’t hide his bright smile. “You’ll go with me?”

“I like you too Christian...So let’s just see where this goes.” The last thing you were looking for was a relationship. And you’d been with Kiseok for such a life time it feels like you’d forgotten who you were before him. A time of self-discovery felt needed, and if you were to find Christian on the way, you weren’t going to fight that either. There were definitely feelings, and rather it was out of love, lust, or curiosity that was all to be said. And it was something you were more than willing to learn, especially with Christian by your side.

END

( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ And there we have it~ Finally the end of Forgive or Forget <3 thank you to everyone who has supported this series from start to finish (ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ See you Kids later~

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a-fence · 3 years ago

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Pose For Me

Ian as the subject of your art (M)

Every year, you try a new hobby to have an outlet for your creative pursuits. You see enough videos and posts about something and then you’ll find yourself itching to try them. Since then, you’ve tried calligraphy, watercolor painting, and pottery, which you still do from time to time. Your latest obsession is sketching, and you didn’t see much progress learning it by yourself and you scoured the internet, looking for lessons that’ll fit your schedule.

The classes you’re taking are on weekend afternoons. It started easy enough, drawing an apple, drawing a basket full of fruits, to a vase of flowers. The instructor eventually moved the classes outdoors when the weather was warm enough and soon you were sketching fountains and trees in parks, to sitting across the road to draw buildings and landmarks.

One day, one of your classmates asks if you’ll be drawing people, in the nude or otherwise. The instructor said yes, you’ll do it soon once the models are available and that the class will have to practice drawing other things in the meantime.

A few weeks later, a model became available for a sit-in session. Drawing the human body was one of the hardest things you had to draw. You had some trouble capturing the curves of the body and placing shadows and highlights to give depth to your sketch. You needed to practice and you knew just exactly who your model could be.

You came home to an empty apartment after your class that Sunday night. You knew exactly where else your boyfriend would be and you immediately leave your apartment and stopped by somewhere to pick up dinner before heading to the DPR studio.

Ian was standing in front of the computer, humming a tune as he writes down lyrics to a song he was working on when you entered the studio. He didn’t notice you come in, and you stood there watching him, mesmerized at how the music poured out of him.

He eventually notices you after a few minutes and puts the headphones down. “How long have you been there?” he asks and walks toward you, wrapping his arms across your waist.

“Maybe two? Three minutes? I didn’t want to disrupt your flow. Hungry?” you asked and raised both arms carrying bags of food.

You bring the food to the table and the two of you eat dinner on the sofa. You tell Ian how you struggled over your classes this weekend, and that you needed practice.

“Can I practice drawing you?”

“I don’t have time to pose for you right now, babe. I’ve deadlines to meet…” he trailed off.

“You don’t have to pose for me, not right now anyway. I can practice drawing you as you work so you don’t miss your deadlines,” you bargained.

He sees how passionate you are about your current hobby and he couldn’t say no to that. “Alright,” he agrees and presses a kiss on your forehead and you beam at him.

Every night of the following week, you head straight to the DPR studio with dinner to practice drawing Ian. You stay in the background, making sure not to bother him, which gives you the chance to study his features that you know well and love and how the different light sources hit them and the shadows they cast. You take a break when he does because the subject is beside you on the sofa, cuddling you. Being in the studio also helps you make sure that Ian gets enough rest as you have to sometimes literally drag him home when he gets too tired or works til late.

The weekend arrives and despite the practice, you still weren’t satisfied with your output. You trudge home, looking forward to sleeping in your bed.

The lights are on when you open your apartment, which only means one thing…

“You’re home!” you screamed as you throw yourself to Ian, wrapping your arms across his neck and your legs across his waist.

“How was your class?” he asks as he carries you to sit on the sofa in the living room.

“Ugh,” you groan, burying your head in his chest, “I think there’s some improvement but I just can’t translate what I envision in my head into paper.”

He strokes your hair to soothe you. “I know how that feels. It’s the same when I make videos. I know how I can make you feel better, though.”

You look up at him curiously, and your stomach growls.

“Exactly! I’m gonna cook your favorite pasta,” he declares, knowing that eating good food puts you in a better mood.

Showering is another thing that lifts your mood and you did that as Ian cooks. You took your time, letting the water wash away your stress. You use your favorite vanilla-scented products and you emerge from the bathroom smelling like a baked treat.

It took you forty-five minutes to shower which gave Ian enough time not to just cook dinner, but even to set up the table with some candles and flowers, and to pop open a bottle of wine.

After dinner, you unwind further by watching a movie while cuddling in bed. Ian notices that you’re not paying attention to what you’re watching. “I can sense your mind whirring, thinking of how you can improve your drawings. You should relax, babe. You’ve had a long day.”

He pushes himself to a sitting position and pulls you to sit as well and he starts rubbing your shoulders, causing you to let out an involuntary moan.

“Hmm, go harder.”

“I didn’t know sketching has got you all tensed, babe.” He follows your request and he feels you relax as he unties the knots in your shoulder.

“Go lower,” you purred.

The way you request how you want Ian to massage you and the moans you let escape as he works your back turns him on. He continues to massage the muscles along your spine and he starts kissing your neck, sucking on the tender spot just beneath your earlobe causing you to whimper. As he reaches the bottom of your spine, he finds the hem of your shirt and pulls it over your head, letting it fall to the floor.

He lays you down before moving on top of you, straddling your hips. He looks at you through hooded lids, his eyes scanning your body from your head to your hips. “You’re a work of art, love,” and he crashes his lips against yours.

Your hands get lost in his locks as his kisses become more fervent, licking your lips as he seeks entrance, teeth clashing against yours. He breaks contact to yank his shirt off before proceeding to trail down kisses along your neck and chest. He sucks on a breast, tugging on the nipple gently with his teeth, the action causing you to arch your back in pleasure, then doing the same with the other.

He stands and moves to kneel by the edge of the bed. Your heart starts to pound at what’s about to come. He hooks his hands beneath both your legs and pulls you closer to him. He starts to kiss the inside of one thigh from the knee going in, then the other thigh from the inside toward your knee, avoiding your core on purpose.

“Christian, please,” you rasped. He loves to tease you and he knows just how much you hate to beg.

“Surrendering already?” he smirks, earning a glare from you.

Seeing that you’re not in a mood to play games right now, he proceeds to strip himself of all clothing, enjoying how you look as you take in the sight of him, then slides your underwear off of your legs.

He sinks to his knees again and pushes your legs wide and proceeds to lick your entrance, drinking up the juices that have pooled there. He starts lapping at your clit, your hips bucking and your breath hitching, your body completely surrendering to his actions.

“Christian, fuu—,” you groaned, your voice cutting off when he inserted a finger inside you, pumping it slowly in contrast to the movement of his tongue. You throw your head back in ecstasy, fists grasping the sheets beneath you in response to his movements.

“Fuck you?” he asks, giving your clit a break but his finger continues the stimulation.

You nod, unable to find your voice.

He withdrew his finger and stood. Before he can take you all the way, you sit up, your face level with his hips, and you start to trail kisses across his hips, your palms lightly grazing the back of his thighs. You trail kisses along his shaft before taking him in your hand, your thumb tracing lazy circles along his glans.

“Jesus, y/n,” he seethed. He hates being teased just as much as you do.

You glance at him and it’s your turn to smirk at him, “It’s called revenge, love.”

“I barely teas–,” his argument cut off when you sucked on his tip, swirling your tongue around it before taking his entire length in your mouth, a loud moan escaping his lips.

You release him slowly and you wrap a hand around his shaft, sucking and pumping him simultaneously.

“Damn that feels so good y/n,” he grunts, his hands gripping your shoulders to keep him steady as you increase your pace.

You release him, aching to have him inside of you. You move up further into bed and he follows you. He grabs a condom from the bedside table and puts it on before slowly plunging himself into you.

“Shit, you’re so tight,” he breathes.

He starts slowly, allowing you to adjust to his length. He cups your face and kisses you tenderly as he starts to thrust at a steady rhythm.

He braces his arms beside your head as his thrusts become more rapid. You know he’s near and you want to climax with him and you start to rub your clit. He hits the right spot and you start to feel the heat rising in your abdomen.

“Good god, Ian you make me feel so good! Don’t stop, I’m about to cum,” you choked.

Ian maintains his rapid rhythm sending you over the edge. You moan his name and arch your chest into him as you’re overcome with pleasure. Your name escapes his mouth at the same time and he collapses onto you, and he continues to ride you, slowing down his pace as you both tide over your orgasms.

He moves to the side and pulls you into a cuddle, nuzzling his face into your neck. “I hope you wake up inspired tomorrow,” he murmurs.

“That’s one hell of a way to cure my frustration,” you declare and you both laugh.

The next morning, you awaken to the sunlight streaming into your room. You check on Ian and see that he’s still asleep. He looks so peaceful sleeping that you suddenly had the urge to draw him. You get up silently so as not to wake him. You grab his shirt off the floor and put it on before grabbing your drawing supplies from the living room.

You prop a chair across him, making sure that where you’re sitting doesn’t obstruct the light hitting his sleeping figure. You prop your knees up to support the sketchbook and you start drawing.

He wakes up in the middle of your sketching.

“Good morning, babe. What are you doing?” he says sleepily.

“Don’t move! Actually, why don’t you rest your head on your left hand, bend your right knee up a little and let your right forearm drape across your stomach,” you instruct him.

“Oh, I’m posing for you now? First thing in the morning?”

“Yes! Pose for me, darling!” you squealed in a fake French accent, causing Ian to laugh.

He obeys and he poses for you even if he just woke up.

Ian poses for you patiently even if it takes you a while to finish your sketch but it’s a Sunday and you’ve all the time in the world. You go back to the bed to show him your work, telling him you’ve finally drawn something you’re proud of.

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imagination-of-a-melted-bitch · 7 years ago

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Timed to De-Stress {Christian Yu} ~Happy One Month!!~

Prompt: Can I request a Christian Yu smut where you give him a blowjob and ride his thigh because he’s so stressed. With dirty talk, please

Pairing: Christian x Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Warning: smut,

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“Just let me take care of you, Christian,” I sigh for the umpteenth time, climbing to straddle his lap, eyes scanning over his face that was tight with stress. “You’ve been working on that same slide for over three days…it’s three words, and a background picture, you’re overworking yourself,” I note also for the umpteenth time, my hands smoothing over his broad shoulders, my forehead pressed against his. His eyes were dark, and the bags had started to appear under his eyes again, I needed to convince taking a break was what was best. “Christian, baby, give me ten minutes,” I suggest, raising a brow as he lips curl into an amused smirk,

“You don’t give up do you?”

“Nope!” I giggle, popping the ‘p’, “Especially not when it involves de-stressing you,” My hands move down his chest, moving their way under the black t-shirt he wore. I move my hands up and down his sides, leaning back on his lap a little to watch him react to me.

“What do you plan on doing in ten minutes, you sneaky one?” He laughs, quickly pecking my lips, I run my tongue over my bottom lip, eyes shifting down to his bulge, that was obviously and clearing growing.

“I just want to suck you off, I know how relaxed you get when you see me sucking your cock.” Christian raises a brow at my words,

“You wouldn’t be wrong there,” His hands move from his sides to rub up and down my thighs, his eyes boring into mine, “Hmmm, so you got ten minutes…I wouldn’t waste it, I am busy after all.” I smirk down at him, hooking my fingers in his sweats, pulling them down as I slide off his lap, letting them pull around his ankles. I look back up, his cock resting against his abdomen, his head cocked to the side, “Nine minutes, and fifteen seconds,” He reminds me of the time limit in a sing-song voice, his eyes gleaming with amusement. I hush him and grab the base of his cock, keeping eye contact with him as I planted a wet, sloppy kiss on the head of his cock, pulling away, a string of precum connected from his tip to my lips. I stifle a laugh at how turned on he was though he played to deny it. I lick my lips, breaking the string and I lean back in, this time planting a line of wet and sloppy kisses down his shaft until I reached my hand. “Y-you’re w-wasting ti-time.” He grimaces, his words stumbling off his lips as I lick a bold stripe up the underside of his cock. I circle his twitching head, with my tongue, before slowly wrapping my lips around him. I suck on him, the tip of my tongue, kitten-licking his slit, “Hol-holy fuck!” I begin to slowly push myself down his length, stopping half-way to pull my mouth off of him completely.

“How much time do I have left?” I tease, stroking the wet half of his shaft, not waiting for an answer as I let my tongue explore the half of his shaft my hand wasn’t moving up and down. I remove my hand and place him in my mouth again, I push down him halfway, stopping when a high moan falls from his lips, I begin to get cocky knowing how easy it was to break him when I put my mouth on him. Christian scoffs and grabs the back of my hair, forcefully thrusting his hips upward, the rest of him filling my mouth as he did. He hits the back of my throat with the quick and sudden action, and he holds onto the back of my head, pushing me on and off of his cock. Each time he would make sure my nose pressed against his stomach, and he would hold me there for a few seconds, huffing on about how he hated teases.

“I’m gonna cum, fuck! Are you going to swallow it! You gonna swallow my cum?” Christian pulls me off of him and grabs my chin in one hand forcing me to keep my mouth open as his other hand stroked his cock until he was cumming, the salty and hot liquid quickly filling my mouth. I push at his hand, scooting back to swallow his seed, “Come here, princess,” I stand up and he grabs my hips, directing me to straddle one of his thighs, “We have a few stray minutes,” Is all he says, as he lifts my sweatshirt and asks me to move my panties to the side. I do what he asks without a second thought and I know he’s smiling at how obedient I was to him. “You know that thing you’ve been asking for, for a minute?” I nod, my jaw dropping in realization, “I’m going to hold your hips but I want you to get yourself off on my thigh okay, princess?”

“Yes! Fuck yes!” He chuckles and nods for me to start, I hold onto his shoulder, lowering myself on his thigh, biting my lip when my clit comes in contact with the thick muscle.

“Don’t hold back on me either baby, I want to hear you,” I nod and slowly begin to move my hips back and forth, Christian’s eyes glued to my face, as mine were glued to his thigh. “There you go, princess.” His hands move down from my hips and he grabs handfuls of my ass, still letting me move at my own pace. “You look so beautiful, humping my thigh like a horny, desperate kitten.” I whimper, both hands moving to grip his shoulders as I begin to move my hips faster. Christian occasionally flexing his thigh, my nails digging into his shoulders, as I started to hump his thigh more eagerly, pants of his name spilling from my mouth. “Kitten, you’re so fucking desperate to cum,” He chuckles, digging his nails into the flesh of my ass,

“Can I cum? Please, Christ-fuck! Please, can I cum?” He cocks his head to the side,

“I don’t know, you have a minute and a few seconds until your tens minutes are up, think you can last that long?” I whimper, my eyes screwing shut as I focused on not cumming before the minute was up, “It’s only a minute, but it’s painful, especially when you’re right there on the edge, isn’t it baby?” I nod, rolling my head as I pushed myself harder onto his thigh, my fingers grasping at the cotton fabric of his shirt, “Go ahead kitten, cum for me,”

I throw my head back, his hands taking over in rocking my hips back and forth, my juices slicking his thigh. “Yes! Thank you so much, thank you!” I cry,

“'No! Look at me!” He quickly slaps my ass and my eyes shoot up, my head dropping so I can look him in the eye as he ushers me through my orgasm, “There you go, you look so pretty cumming onto my thigh, so pretty fucking my thigh like your life depends on it.” I just nod, my lips slightly parted as my legs squeeze his thigh, my hands moving to the back of his head, running his locks around my fingers.

“I’m done! Ah, I’m done,” Christian brings his motions to a slow stop, his hands moving from my ass to my thigh, “See? Taking a ten-minute break didn’t kill you.” I move off of him and sit next to him, eyes shifting from his to his work,

“You made such a mess,” He stands up and pulls his shirt over his head, “Looks like we have to take a shower,” He grabs my wrist and pulls me off the couch,

“What about your work?”

“It’ll be there later, come on!”

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goeatsomelife · 4 years ago

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Christian Yu SFW & NSFW headcanons:

GUYS who wrote me your requests, I saw them and I’m already working on some of them! if you have any ideas or request, please, send me them, i’m excited to write new pieces, so don’t be shy

that’s probably not all of my ideas, so, maybe, part 2?

Dating Christian Yu would include:

SFW

At first sight you thought he was a bad boy, riding his big and shiny bike, smoking cigarettes seductively. You just couldn't tear your eyes from him, enjoying the view behind the grey smoke coming out of his mouth

He is hypnotizing, making your face blush every time he occasionally glances at you with a smirk

He thinks you are such a cutie, shy and sweet. Absolute opposite of him

So he just unexpectedly for you both asks you out, your reaction adores him

With time he opened up for you showing his cute and dorky side, realizing, that you are the person he was looking for

Oh good His cute smile makes you melt. The way he tilts his head when he chuckles

He loves to make you smile, either it with sweet jokes or cute surprises

He loves cuddling, being a big spoon. His warm hands wrapping you securely on a soft bed, he is squeezing you making you squint in his embrace

He loves to cuddle and don't waste any possibility to wrap his hands around you

Waiting in line to get your MacDonalds order? He is hugging you from behind, sweetly leaning his head on your shoulder and lazily kissing the corner of your mouth

Talking to a neighbor? His hand already hugging your shoulders and lightly caressing your hand

Kisses passionate and sloppy, always eager to get more. Lazy kisses before bed and in the morning

He always supporting you in whatever you want to do

He always encourages you to try new thing together

Traveling in a Van? Hell yeah. You're renting a cozy van to travel around the country

Don’t forget about his bike

He always insisting to drive you to work/college/university in the morning and takes you home

Cold air blowing through your hair, your lips dry and teardrops falling from your eyes, but it always worth it

You hold onto him tight, leaning your head on his back

You are always around when he is making music

"You are my muse Y/N," he is saying one day making you blush and hide under the covers. He will get you out of it anyway and will shower you with sloppy kisses

Spending the night at the studio cuddling to sleep

At first, he protects you from the troubles of his life but in the end, he trusts you with all of his problems

He founds in you a best friend he ever wanted who really cares about him

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Most of the times even laziest cuddles turning into a heated make-out session

His hands roaming all over your body squeezing your skin whatever he can

Always calls you "Baby girl" holding your face with his fingers to make you turn all of your attention to him

He loves to fuck you fully closed in his studio before or after the session. He always cumm faster only with the thought that someone can walk in

He loves when you're riding him but most of the times he takes control

You're dripping wet when he is pushing his finger into your mouth to make you suck on it, his rings make it even more arousing

Sitting on his lap while he is finger fucking you

He's not afraid to stimulate you under your skirt in the studio when his mates are around

You couldn't resist desire so you ending up in the bathroom, he is fucking you on the counter

You love teasing him showing off some of the sexiest parts of your body, that makes him go crazy

He loves holding your face in his palms making you look at him, your beautiful eyes always make him remember how happy he is having you

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crystal-rhyming · 4 years ago

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slumber.

pairing: christian yu x reader

rating: sfw, fluff, angst if you squint.

warning(s): none

summary: “It was supposed to be a movie night. The one with your legs tangled with each other and getting warmed up on the couch until the movie plays as a background noise and lulls you two to sleep.”

You leaned your head to the armchair while the other was still tangled in his hair as you twirled and detangled the dark strands of it again. The netflix was supposed to be fun and all, you two like action moviesーhe can't handle his horror movies so you thought you could give in to him and let him choose.

But he fell asleep.

That was the thing.

Christian didn't have much fuss about sleep but you knew he never really hit the bed before dawn and no matter how much you scolded the man for it, he'd do it again after two days so seeing him slumped between your legs, head resting peacefully on your chest made you feel both warm and sorry. After all, he stayed up cause his brain works better at night and it helped him with his tasks.

You looked down, taking in the features of his face that was in deep sleep. His arms were trying to still hold on to you. His cheek was squished onto your chest, he hasn't cut his hair so it was only obvious of why it was covering almost his whole face if you didn't brush them away. You hummed, finally giving up on trying to watch the movie and leaned down to your big, stuffy pillow. Christian still nestled safely in your arms. He would never admit to anybody that he actually liked being the little spoon and he'd never admit that he sleeps better when you touch him.

You held back a smile, though letting it blossomed in your chest as you closed your eyes. Christian was very vulnerable at the moment, something he refused to show the world to but to be the one seeing this, you must've been crazy this morning when you exchanged petty words with him out of your teeny jealousy (though he handled it all well, thanks to him for being the type to not be so angry in the first place). Because after all, there was no reason for you to be so jealous over anybody anyways.

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oppatxtme · 4 years ago

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Christian Yu: The Eve

x Christian Yu x

Note: Read at Your Own Risk ~~ (ง⌐□ل͜□)ง Type: One Shot [ masterlist ]

A/N: This is a request from an Annon. I know it took a while but hope y’all like it. BTW. Happy New Year friends! ♥

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'Is she not coming to work?'

"Hey, Scott!" Christian called his friend when he saw him walked past his door from the hall.

Scott walked and stop to peek at Christian's studio.

"What's up?" he asked while still looking at his phone.

"How's the photoshoot yesterday?" Christian asked about the shoot scheduled for Live and you are one of the editors.

"It went according to our theme. But it lasted longer than expected because it suddenly snowed a little during the shoot." Scott explained. "Why?" he managed to look away from his phone screen and look at Christian.

"Oh, so, what time did you guys finish?" Christian asked not answering Scott's question.

"Maybe around 3 am," Scott answered. He decided to sit on the sofa inside Christian's studio - thinking that this might take a while. He knew Christian and asking questions without answering his - only means that somethings going on.

"I see. So I guess most of the crew will not be coming today since you guys finished late." Christian said while taking a spin at his chair.

"Not really. I think they'll be here doing the edit and all." Scott said still looking at Christian.

Christian tried to avoid Scott's gaze.

"Really? So maybe I can take a look at the scene later with Y/N." Christian said and turn his back from Scott to face his monitor.

'Smooth.' Scott thought and can't help but smirked at his friend's childish game. He's avoiding directly asking about Y/N because of the drunk accident happening before.

*** 3 weeks ago, the crew decided to go out for a dinner then drink after to celebrate Christian's debut. But just as everyone getting ready to go home. You're so wasted that you confessed to Christian without minding the few people remaining outside the pub.

All were shocked because they didn't expect you to confess at all. All of them have an idea that you have feelings for Christian for years - but Christian's so dense and treat you as a little sister at that time. He did not expect it and he was so dumbfounded that he laughed it out and saying that he only sees you as his lil'sister.

"Thank you, Y/N - but you're my little sister that I never had. I'm sorry." Christian said as he rubbed the back of his neck.

Yes, you were drunk at that time. And you wished you forgot everything that had happened to that point. But it was impossible. Now you know that it was all a lie when people said they forget everything that happened to them when they're wasted. LIES!

But even if you remembered everything - you acted that you forgot about it. It was not like you, but being rejected face to face - it fvcking hurts!

You can't afford to lose your dream job just because of your drunken mistake.

You acted that everything is good between you and Christian - but it is noticeable that you're putting a distance between the two of you.

****

"I think you can check the raw ones with her assistant later." Scott get up from the sofa and was about to leave.

"Huh? Why her assistant? Where's Y/N?"

"She's taking a rest for the day. I think she catches a cold during the shoot. I'm planning to check on her later. We know how she can be when it snows. You're welcome to join me if you want." Scott dropped a teasing tone towards Christian.

"Ah. Okay. Just call me when you're going." Christian said not noticing Scott's teasing.

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Christian can't focus on his work. He keeps ending up thinking about you.

He looked at his phone - checking if Scott text him about going to your place but he sighed when he sees nothing.

He can already admit that this is not like him at all. He told you that he only sees you as a friend - he even regards you as his little sister. But something inside him disagree.

'Do I like-love her?' Christian questioned himself. But it was cut-off when his phone rang.

It was from Scott.

"Hey. Wait a sec - I'll just save my files." Christian said right after answering.

"About that, I can't go to Y/N right now. Mr. Ahn called and requesting a meeting with Dabin." Scott said.

"Did you call Y/N?" Christian asked.

"Not yet. I tried calling to see if she's alright but she's not answering. Maybe she's just sleeping. We can visit her later - after work."

"No. I can check her now since I already shut down my PC." Christian said as he walked out from his studio.

Scott smirked because he knew well that Christian never shutdown his PC at his studio.

"Okay. Call me when you get there." Scott ended the call.

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You were dreaming about someone was knocking at your door and keep pressing the doorbell. The doorbell gets louder every time that it woke you up.

Then you realized that it was not a dream but someone really is knocking at your door.

'Maybe it's Scott. He did mention that he will drop by'. You thought as you tried your best to get up.

You opened the door.

"Are you planning on breaking my door Sco-C-Christian! How..?" you can feel your face burning up.

"I came instead of Scott," he said avoiding your eyes.

"I see," you said. Both of you just standing there between the door. 'Okay, this is awkward'.

"Are you okay...?" Christian asked and managed to meet your eyes.

It's hard for you to stop the cough because your throat is just itching.

"I'm okay now, so you don't have to..." you looked down. Not really wanting for Christian to see you at this state. But suddenly your vision got dizzy and that made you lean forward.

Christian caught you.

"You're not okay at all." He said.

You can't tell if he's mad or worried. He guided you to your bed. And you keep coughing all the time. You want to stop so he can't see but it's really not that easy.

'I'm here now, but I don't know what to do for her. I can feel that Y/N doesn't like me here, I'm sure this situation is stressful for her'. Christian thought. 'I guess I need to try and help her feel better...'

"Did you already eat something?" Christian asked you while you're fixing the pillow at your back to sit properly.

"No," you said.

"Good thing I brought rice porridge. Eat this, then take the medicine." He said while taking out the porridge from the paper bag he had.

"I'm fine." you insisted. You just want him to leave and you can sleep. But for some god's play - your tummy decided to protest.

"Just eat." Christian tried his best to not laugh. He handed you the container for the porridge.

"Okay..." you said helplessly.

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"Thank you for the porridge..." you said as Christian took the container from your hand.

"Now take the medicine, and go to the hospital tomorrow for an IV drip." He said as he hands you a glass of water.

"A-*cough* cold like this will be over once I slept on it. I don't have to go." you took meds and the glass of water.

"You're not going to go? When you're this sick?" Now he really sounded worried.

"I'm really all right, Christian... You can go now..." you insist as you tried to put the glass on your side table but he stops you and leans forward to get the glass from your hand. And put his hand at your forehead. You automatically closed your eyes when you felt the warmth from his hand.

"No way. At your condition right now..." Christian said. "You're burning up..." he was shocked because he was not expecting you to be this sick.

"I'm fine..." you opened your eyes. Then there you realize how you and Christian's face is so close. You can't help but blush.

Christian realizes the situation and immediately put away his hand from your forehead. "J-just go to the hospital. Darn it!"

You can't help but smile a little. You find him cute.

Christian stands up. "Try to lie back down. I'll go get a wet towel for you."

"Okay..." you said. You guess that it's no use arguing with him. As you lie down. You can't help close your eyes as you tremble. "Ugh... it's cold..."

"You're cold?" Christian saw you.

You opened your eyes and he was standing at the end of your bed. You got up.

"Just a little... I just need to put more clothes on." You said as you tried to get off the bed and walk to your closet.

"No." Christian stopped you from getting up. "You have to bring your fever down. All you need is to change into a T-shirt and shorts instead. Wait. I'll get that for you."

"Huh? W-what?"

Christian walked towards your closet and as if he owns it, he easily finds your clothes and throws it at you.

"I'm turning the light out." and he did turn off the lights.

You have no choice but change. You felt that your clothes already wet from your sweat. When you finished changing, Christian sit beside your bed and gently put the wet towel on your forehead.

"Ian, you should really go now..." you said in between your coughs.

'How can I go when you're like this?' Christian thought as he looked at you.

You felt him get up. You closed your eyes. 'Finally, he's leaving.' you thought.

Christian sighed.

"Move over a bit." you heard him.

You opened your eyes not really understood what he said. But the next thing you know that Christian slip his body beside you - in the bed. Your body automatically moved from the side to give him space.

Now Christian is hugging you from the back. If the two of you are dating - then this might be normal - cuddling you as you're feeling cold. But the two of you are way far from dating!

'Shit! What is he doing! What is he thinking?! I don't know if this will help me or it will make it worse.' You can't help but worry. You need to calm down because you're not sure if Christian can feel how your heartbeat is running wild.

"You'll be less cold like this," Christian said. Every word he said, you can feel the warmth of his breath from the side of your ear.

"C-Chris-tian... you don't really have to-"

"Just stay still. I'll leave once you fall asleep." Christian said firmly. "You'll be asleep soon since you took the medicine."

'How in God's way can I be still in this situation?! God-someone please save me!'

"Y/N. Close your eyes and go to sleep," Christian said.

You closed your eyes. But really not know how you can fall asleep with the fact that you can feel his body heat.

You don't know if it's the fever or because of him, but you feel dizzy and your mind is a mess.

But one thing is clear.

Your heart is beating so fast and the warmth from Christian's arms that you don't feel cold anymore.

You tried to close off your heart - as best as you could. But Christian's warmth is slowly melting down the walls you barely created.

"Christian Yu... why are you doing all this for me? It's like... as if you love me... How can I push you away if you're going to be like this?" you froze when you realized that you voice out your thoughts.

Christian's arms around your waist tighten.

"You're right," Christian said as he leans closer that you can feel his breath from your right ear. "I do love you and I was a fool when I denied that fact - something that obvious. I know for a long time that I treated you differently from anyone else. I'm sorry if I pretend and fight what I was feeling just because I don't want to admit that what I said before was wrong."

You tried to move to face him but Christian stopped you and buried his head between your neck. He also holds your hand and tightens his embrace.

"Please. Let me hold you like this as you fall asleep. I promise I will leave as soon as your temperature goes down."

You said nothing and just pulled him closer to you.

'I think this is a good reason to love the snow season.' You slept smiling while at Christian's embrace.

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