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mitsies · 1 year

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lover ; nakahara chuuya

chuuya didn't realize how much he wanted to be loved until he met you.

chuuya nakahara x gn reader, pining, falling in love, first kiss, confessions, reader is a bartender, new year's eve - wc: 4.2k

nakahara chuuya is usually a talker.

he’s many things, really- a talker, a fighter, a killer, a worker- but typically, he talks.

he talks about big things and even bigger pictures, about his strengths and his prowess. he can also be classified as an egotist on occasions.

but today, he is none of those things.

today, nakahara chuuya is a watcher.

he observes you from his barstool, head laid out on the cold, polished counter. you flicker about your domain, pouring new glasses of intoxicating beverages and laughing with customers.

besides chuuya tonight are his colleagues, who are all unsure what to make of their friend's sudden spell of silence.

they laugh and ask, "is your head on right," with a jovial smack on the back. chuuya snorts in response and resumes his watching.

you move around your bar like a dancer, with a practiced ease and familiarity that would take years to build, but you can't be much older than him.

your eyes sparkle like diamond when you crack jokes with customers, like they're the funniest people in the world. there is an intelligence behind your expression, a sense of awareness beyond what you allow yourself to present.

you seem a little inhuman. chuuya wonders if that's the alcohol talking.

his friends are chatting amongst each other, leaving him to sit on his lonesome with his empty glass of red wine. he's almost surprised when you slide over to his corner, with an unwavering semi-smile plastered on your face.

"doing alright over here, nakahara?" your voice is honeyed and he meets your eyes, rising from his slouched stature.

"i'm pretty good."

you look like you don't believe him, but you maintain your customer-service grin. "you sure? you seem a bit slumped."

chuuya allows himself to return your smile. his is equally as manufactured, and he thinks you can tell. "everything's alright. worry about yourself, you've got quite a business going."

he refers to this establishment, a new one opened and operated by you- one where he's already a regular. you turn your head bashfully.

"i'm telling you, it's the wine. i get the good shit, y'know."

chuuya laughs and means it. "i can drink to that."

you smile again, but this time, it's real. you pour him another glass of wine and slide it across the counter. "this one's on me."

he lifts the glass with a nod, before taking a sip. "i owe you, then."

"i'll keep that in mind."

you have, unknowingly, made chuuya's life a living hell.

in his line of work, he can't afford to be distracted, or soft, or human in any sense of the term. he really, really should not be letting anything get under his skin in the way you have managed.

your smile creeps along the edges of his thoughts. your laughter sounds throughout the seams of his brain. he can't seem to get you off his mind, no matter how hard he tries.

it's bad, to the point where others are catching on- he has noticed. his colleagues have noticed. you have noticed.

every night, he and his rotating group of companions visit your bar, where you happily serve them and converse like you're old friends. and in your presence, chuuya falls silent.

it's something that takes even him by surprise- chuuya is a talker. he's a fighter. he's a man of many words and even more opinions, but around you, he can't seem to speak with his usual brazenness.

it's maybe a week after chuuya has noticed his subdued personality, and he's sitting in your bar again, mulling over his usual glass of red wine.

you, as per usual, are in your dance around the counter, a blur of practiced smiles and pouring drinks. the air smells heavy, laden with the fragrances of alcohol and vanilla.

again, he is watching you, and again, you pause in front of him.

you stand still for a beat, and chuuya realizes he hasn't seen you hold on for a moment until now. you wear a contemplative expression as you try to think of what to say. you lean across the counter, resting on your forearms, and look at him.

(chuuya isn't sure what the effect you have on him is, but it's amplified tenfold now. his heart feels like it's burning in his chest and his blood is warming underneath his skin in a way he's unfamiliar with. he doesn't know what's wrong, but he thinks he likes it.)

"you've been off recently, nakahara. i asked you this a bit ago, but are you sure everything's fine?"

chuuya resents your kindness, and he despises how his stomach turns and how his heart thunders and he is suddenly speechless again, only because you care a tiny bit about him.

"promise. everything's okay." you don't reply, and you look like you don't believe him, so he continues:

"work's just been kicking my ass recently. nothing i can't handle."

with this, you allow your concern to fade off your face. you glance behind you, and call out to your coworker. they yell something back and you nod, smiling again at chuuya.

"give me a minute?"

you don't give him a chance to reply, already slipping out from behind the bar through a backdoor. you haven't even been gone a second, and chuuya still feels a strange emptiness inside him, like the latch containing it had been opened.

and then, you reappear through another door, this time outside the bar's area and chuuya feels like himself again.

"let's go out back, yeah?" chuuya didn't speak, he simply stood and followed you out a back door.

the alleyway that you had stepped out into was a sudden chill. chuuya had almost forgotten the late hour and the yokohama winds within the warm ambiance of your bar. he bites back a shiver as you remove something from your pants pockets- a pack of cigarettes.

you glanced at him. "want one?"

and for a reason unbeknownst to him, chuuya declines. he's never been one to turn down a cigarette- what changed?

(he has a sneaking suspicion that it's the sudden shock of warmth that appears when you look at him, that makes him feel more alive than he thought he ever could.)

he stands next to you in silence as you produce a lighter from the same pocket, flicking the spark wheel with your thumb. little embers fly, highlighting your face in the night, as you keep trying to light your cigarette to no avail.

"here- let me."

chuuya's not sure where his head is at when he steps infinitely closer to you, taking the lighter from your hands. the cigarette hangs from your lips like the words at the tip of his tongue.

the cigarette lights after a few attempts, and you smile at him. "thanks, nakahara."

you are both still standing close enough to feel each other's breath, and probably way closer than he needed to get to accomplish the task at hand, but he doesn't step away. neither do you.

chuuya nakahara is a talker, he reminds himself. he is a talker and a fighter, and he is not usually a watcher. he decides to do what he's best at. he turns to view the street from the alleyway. he speaks.

"i always forget how beautiful the city is at night. with all the lights and everything, y'know."

you take a drag and nod. "i agree. but honestly, i think i prefer the countryside."

at this, your companion looks at you disbelievingly and you let out a huff of laughter. (chuuya hopes you don't notice how he suddenly feels lighter than air. he made you laugh. he did.)

"don't get me wrong," you start, "i would never live there. i don't think i could. i visited a friend there once, and it was so... mundane."

you recall the memory with a faux shudder, and chuuya has never wanted to hear a person speak more than he has right now.

"it might be interesting for some people. but the city- it's so much more exciting, i think."

there is a small silence as your words are considered.

"does it ever bother you? how dangerous it is, here especially?"

chuuya isn't sure why he cares about your answer. he's never cared about one person's concerns or safety above anyone else's, so he's not too sure why he's asking. he doesn't dwell on it for too long, opting to ignore the hidden emotions underlying his actions.

"i think it makes it more fun."

he's almost surprised when he hears your voice, so lost in his own thoughts that he'd all but forgotten the question. and upon processing your answer, he's even more confused.

"fun?"

smoke fills the air once again. the two of you watch it billow away into the night sky.

"i'm probably joking," you smile. "it does worry me, a little. but i try not to think about it."

the quiet settles around you once more, and chuuya takes the opportunity to look at you. he thinks you look close to angelic underneath the moonlight, and his feelings are confirmed when you look at him, cigarette at your lips, eyes sparkling as you grin.

"and besides," you continue, looking him in his eyes, "it's my home. someday, i want it to be my family's home."

chuuya was a talker. he was a fighter. he was a killer. he was a worker. he never thought of himself as anything but- your words, though, were a brick through his pane of glass.

he allowed himself to entertain the idea of himself, chuuya nakahara, as a lover.

never before has he considered this, but maybe it's a time for change, and previously, you've seemed to be a catalyst for such development. you made him feel things he's never felt, you made him consider a new option of living- maybe you could make him a new him.

chuuya nakahara, the lover. he smiled at the thought.

you seemed to take his silence, though, as something else.

"eugh, sorry, i didn't mean to get all weird and sentimental there," you said, the manufactured customer service laugh slipping back into your speech, and chuuya frowned.

"no," he says, cutting through your backtracking, "it's not weird. i like hearing what you have to say."

you don't reply. a grey plume escapes with your next breath, as you tap the cigarette out on the brick wall next to you.

"nakahara chuuya," you start. he looks at you for what must be the hundredth time this night, but it still feels like it's the first.

"you might be the death of me."

he smiles.

"you might be right."

chuuya's unsure of when exactly he realizes the feeling he holds for you is love. he doesn't like to think about it too much, but he's pretty sure that it was a build-up of the words and colors and stars you made him feel.

he thinks it happened slowly, over the course of his time as a regular since that night you'd first spoken personally. every day since then, during his visits, you'd take him out back, and he'd light your cigarette.

the two of you would talk aimlessly about nothing, conversations lighter than air and amicable teasing sweeter than sugar. these nights became his favorites, and when he was unable to participate, he found himself missing them with a fervor he didn't think himself capable of- your absence grated on him, like knives on a cutting board, and chuuya found that you were the only remedy.

and despite this plainly obvious fact that he was head over heels for you, the local bartender, he'd never say a word.

and that was because you were the local bartender. you were sugar-sweet and honeyed like candy, and you were too good for him in every sense of the phrase.

you'd never killed anyone. you loved the city. you had friends you bought trinkets for. you dreamed of visiting jakarta, indonesia. your favorite subject was history. you loved music, and you used to play an instrument. you wore vanilla perfume. you were good, so good, and chuuya hardly believed he was human.

he was mori's lapdog. he was a killer. he was a port mafia executive. he was a fighter. he was arrogant, and mean, and selfish, and he was decidedly not good- and as much as chuuya wanted to be a lover for you, just for you- he didn't think himself capable.

but he kept coming down to your bar around 9 on weekdays, and he kept ordering red wine, and he kept talking to you and lighting your cigarettes, all as if he wasn't hopelessly in love with you.

he told himself that this would help him get over it. he told himself that he was doing himself a favor. but he really, truly wasn't, because every time he looked at you he became a little more infatuated.

he really couldn't help himself from returning to you every night he could. it was like an addiction- he could never get enough of you. he'd never be sick of your smile when he entered through the door, and he'd never tire of your bountiful conversation and intricate ideas.

sometimes, chuuya would even allow his mind to wander to the impossible depths of his dreaming. he'd find himself picturing you behind the bar, with him by your side. the both of you chatted and slung drinks, and he pictured the passing touches and lingering hands that would be allowed if you were his.

chuuya nakahara wanted to be a lover for you. he wanted to work with you, he wanted to live with you, he wanted to kiss you.

but he couldn't have that.

his current position and his dedication and devotion to the said position would never allow him to leave. being a port mafia executive was demanding as it was dangerous. in good conscience, chuuya couldn't allow you to become roped up into that.

you were so human, your blood ran red and your eyes shone with mirth. you wanted to have a family in this city, and chuuya was part of the organization that made this city so dangerous.

(you were too good for him, too good to be true. and as much as chuuya wishes to join you, he doesn't think he ever could- he wants you to be safe more than he wants you to be his.)

he thinks that now that he's recognized his infatuation with you, he's gotten better at being subtle about it, though. chuuya's never been the greatest at keeping secrets, but he's pretty proud of himself for holding it together thus far.

that is, he's proud until he accidentally spills it all.

it's a slow saturday at your bar. save for a few people scattered throughout the tables, your establishment is almost empty. at the bar, chuuya sits alone, talking with you whilst you prepare drinks.

he likes tonight, he decides. for the first time in many nights, your pace is slowed and calm, and an air of peace hangs around the bar. the only noises are the quiet chatter of the scarce customers, the buzzing of the dim overhead lights, and the hum of music coming from the speakers in the seating area.

"i'm surprised you don't have anything going on tonight," you drop casually in conversation. chuuya blinks.

"is tonight something special?"

you give him a bemused look, nodding. "it's new year's eve. in like, two hours or so, it'll be a new year."

"oh."

chuuya isn't sure how he missed that. he takes a sip of his wine. "new year already, huh? that's..."

"wild." your voice is soft. he nods.

"i guess i forgot about it."

you lean across the counter, so you're closer to him. he notices that you're wearing something sparkly on your eyelids. he resists the urge to touch your face.

"been busy?"

he laughs. "yeah, the usual. work and everything, y'know."

you smile sympathetically. "i get it."

except you don't get it. you don't understand the work he does and the stress he's under and you don't understand how much he loves you, because even he doesn't fully get it.

chuuya wants to kiss you, right then, as you meet his eye across the bar counter. he almost doesn't realize when his gloved hands move to brush a piece of hair behind your ear and out of your face.

your lips part like you're about to say something, but no words come out. chuuya wants to kiss you, and he must be drunker than he remembers, because he's fumbling over his words clumsily when he says:

"i like your face. it's so... nice. it's so... i like it. can i touch it?"

you blink, but you don't pull away. "you've had too much wine."

chuuya's hand wanders toward your cheek. it presses against the skin of your face, and he feels how hot your skin is underneath his touch.

chuuya knows he shouldn't, and so he pulls away. the air smells like red wine and vanilla, and clarity strikes as soon as you're out of his hold.

he watches as you rebound, back snapping straight, turning to clean a shot glass to hide your flushed face.

chuuya is stunned, and a little disturbed by his own actions. he wasn't right to touch you, he shouldn't have- he stares at the red fluid in his glass, not speaking a word.

he wants to kiss you. he wants to kiss you, but he can't. and he can't lie about why anymore.

"have i ever told you what i do for work?"

you glance back at him. lana del rey's voice hums quietly from the speakers. "no, i don't think so."

he empties his glass, tasting the blood in his mouth mixed with the wine as he bites the inside of his lip.

"i'm a port mafia executive."

your gaze hasn't left chuuya, and he feels your eyes boring into his skull. he can't quite look at you. he feels ashamed, for some reason, to tell you his job which he'd previously been so proud of. he wants you to keep looking at him, even though your eyes sting.

"i figured."

now, it's chuuya's turn to look at you. he's surprised when he sees no disgust, hurt, anger, nothing of the sort written on your face. "you did?"

you meet his eyes and smile. "the things you talk about, the way you avoid certain conversations- yeah, i kind of guessed you were affiliated with the mafia in some way. you're not the best liar."

a flush of indignity spreads across chuuya's face, and he's suddenly feeling a little embarrassed. "okay, woah, hey-"

but then you laugh. you laugh like chuuya didn't just tell you his biggest secret, and you laugh like he didn't just basically tell you he kills people for a living. you laugh like nothing's wrong, and chuuya is again hit with the urge to kiss you- instead, he just laughs with you.

"why didn't you tell me earlier?"

your voice cuts through the dulling amusement. he doesn't sense any resentment or hatefulness in your voice- just a genuine curiosity.

he feels his own consciousness settling back in, and he takes a moment before deciding how to respond. chuuya was a talker, sure, but he's never been quite graceful with his words.

"because i think," he hesitates, "i think that i thought you'd hate me."

you tilt your head, urging him to continue, so he does.

"hell, i don't like the things i have to do. i figured you'd see me like.. like i am. like i'm cruel and inhumane and all that shit."

and suddenly, your hand is on his, and you're leaning across the bar counter again. your skin is cold and his is warm, and he feels whole.

"i don't think i could ever think that." you pull away just as quickly as you'd arrived, and chuuya feels infinitely colder without you there.

but the warmth is regained throughout the night. the conversation begins to flow like it always has, but with an unspoken breach in the dam- there are no secrets tonight.

it's perfect and quiet, and the bar slowly empties as closing draws near. it's 11 pm at night, an hour until the new year, when you exit your place from behind the bar and flip the sign to 'closed'.

chuuya stands and helps you close. you put the chairs up on the tables after he wipes everything down. he washes glassware and you make sure all the lights and signs are off.

this isn't the first night chuuya has assisted you with making sure everything's in order before you both leave for the night. he often stays when he can, relishing any extra time he can spend with you.

but tonight is different. the new shattered tension creates a dip in the gravity around you both, a lull that pulls you together. he finds you by his side more often. he catches you staring every now and again, and it takes everything in him to not make a stupid comment about it.

it's almost midnight by the time the both of you are done. it took longer than usual today, perhaps because both of you had taken liberties with conversation more than usual.

"tonight was nice," you sigh, slumping against the outside of the bar counter.

"it was quiet," chuuya agreed. you glance at your phone, eyes widening.

"oh."

"everything good?"

"yeah," you say, showing him your phone screen. "it's just 2 minutes til midnight."

he looks at you, and he thinks you look gorgeous in the lack of lighting. your hardly face is illuminated by the dim yellow lights from the back storeroom behind you, but your eyes still glitter and your smile is still bright enough to burn the whole room down.

"it's funny that we're both here, then." chuuya isn't sure what's possessing him to be bold, but he thinks that it's because he doesn't have anything left to be scared for now.

you raise a brow. "how so?"

he slides a step closer and faces you. "it's funny because i've wanted to kiss you for the longest time, and now we're both here, on new year's eve."

this is the first time tonight you've looked surprised. your lips part again in a word that you don't speak, and suddenly you're looking at his mouth with an expression he thinks he loves.

you gather your bearings for a few beats, before replying. "what was stopping you?"

chuuya's gloved hand finds its way to your waist. "i guess i was nervous," he shrugged, "but not anymore."

"so... can i kiss you?"

the clock strikes midnight, and before chuuya can react, your lips are on his. once he realizes that you're kissing him, he reacts instantly, his other hand flying to your jaw.

you smell like vanilla but taste like smoke, and chuuya realizes that he wouldn't mind growing old with you.

it's a new year when the both of you finally pull away, faces flushed and skin hot. you're the first to speak. "well, happy new year to you, chuuya."

he grins crookedly. "yeah. you too."

both of you stand for a few moments. unmoving, until he starts.

"so... be my girlfriend?"

and you laugh again, and god, he thinks he's in heaven. "yeah, sure, i don't see why not."

"okay. cool. cool."

"yeah. cool."

"i guess i, uh," he begins, glancing toward the door, "i should probably go."

"don't." your answer is quick and blunt, and you catch him off guard. he looks at you, amusement dancing behind his smile as your lips pursed in embarrassment.

"what i'm saying is don't go out now, it's late and people are always drunk off their asses. you'll get hit by a car or something."

"didn't i just tell you i'm port mafia? i can deal with some drunks."

"i know but," you trail off, looking away.

it clicks for him, suddenly. "oh. you live in the apartment building above this bar, right?"

"i do."

"so let's go."

chuuya nakahara thinks he might be a lover when he sees the way you unlock the door to your apartment.

he thinks he might be a lover when he watches you almost trip whilst kicking your shoes off by the doorway.

he thinks he might be a lover when you laugh and joke with him about your home.

and chuuya nakahara knows he is a lover when he is lying next to you in bed.

you're cold against his warmth, and you fit so perfectly next to him that he thinks he might've been born a lover, just for you, in the way he'd always wished he was.

you wear long flannel cat pajama pants and an oversized white shirt, having changed out of your work clothes. chuuya mumbles words into your arm as you talk ceaselessly about every little thing.

at some point, you fall asleep in his hold. and at some point, chuuya nakahara finally believes that he isn't just a talker, or a watcher, or a fighter, or a killer- he believes he can be your lover, too.

author's note: don't pay much attention to the fine details 😊 happy new year!

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onyourhyuck · 2 years

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Only His. | Johnny Suh (M)

prologue- “Stop teasing me, fuck.” + “Stop whining then. It’s tempting me even more.”

summary: y/n is a dancer at the infamous ‘ Ruby & Diamonds’ nightclub. She ends up seducing the great billionaire CEO Johnny Suh, but he ends up obsessed.

the warnings- CEO!Johnny Suh x Dancer!y/n. Nightclub drugs and alcohol mention. smut minors dni. Johnny Dom. Body worshipping. Praising. Exhibitionist. Dancing/lap dance. Grinding. Edging. Fingering. Hickeys.

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Your presence intoxicates men.

You were like a fresh oxygen they have been missing all their life when encountering you. It was like magic, but they didn’t believe in it until meeting you. You’re a dancer— a hella good one at that. You attract attention everywhere, stares became the norm wherever you went. Your feminine style and magnificent beauty was no one to compare to, you were the original, the one and only. No one can compete.

It was even more pleasing for the men who were your customers because you don’t give out your number to clients and you don’t keep in touch unless they come in the next day to book you for another session. You don’t sleep with them like most dancers end up doing. You don’t kiss them. You just dance. Tease them. Play with them like they were nothing more than a ragdoll to satisfy your amusement.

But today was different, it left you wondering who this mysterious admirer customer of yours was. You see, you have an anonymous person booked under no name, no information and no picture. None of the other dancers or the nightclub boss knows who this is.

Infinity questions pile up the more you stand in the book private VIP room. Wearing the dancer’s shiny revealing clothes, black shorts revealing your asscheeks just so slightly, your thighs completely exposed and your long legs freely walking with the heels. The short-ish crop top embracing the curves of your bra outline.

The figure standing in the doorway watching the dancer from head to toe with a head tilt, a flashing smirk curving up from the corner of his lips made you raise your eyebrow in surprise . This was your anonymous client. A man in a suit, coma expensive looking hair fluffed up and a sexy manly face.

“Are you the one I am seeing?” You brought your sultry voice in view and the man spoke in friendliness. “I dunno, am I?” He chuckles out plopping his large frame down on the cushion seats. In front of your body standing by the large pole attaching to the ceiling, you raise your eyebrow.

He was far too comfortable and friendly; it was almost…attractive to you. Not many people you have danced for were this level of comfortability, respectfulness and extrovert ness. This guy in front of you was bold and confident. He knew what he signed up for. He knows you. But you do not know him.

“Very funny. What is your name?” You smile out and Johnny hums with an eyebrow raise.

“Johnny. Johnny Suh.” He said presenting himself with a high value like he were a prize on the pedestal. Little did you know he thought of you as the prize instead.

Johnny’s dangerously ravishing and bewitching eyes solely stuck on your figure and face, everything about you was far too out of this world and he came to a conclusion; you aren’t human. There is no way you are. Someone as stunning as you? Hell no.

“Well Johnny, watch carefully. I won’t repeat this dance for you if you miss it.”

What a minx, Johnny thought aloud to himself with a sheepish grin. Three step backwards you were on the platform, slithering across with your hips and feel sturdy on. The heels clatter and chitter onto the glass grounding floor elevating you; soon, the music of the nightclub matches your body tone perfectly. Those pear shape curves and thighs sticking out, wrapping with pure strength and ease on the pole that had you spinning down like a spiralling triangle. Your hair flown as one with gravity. You defy the world. Y/n is the definition of untouchable. You are untouchable and Johnny wished to change that. He was begging, the images of wanting to have his muscular hands wrapping on your pretty neck, shoulders and your face in his warmth. The way you lick your lips hungrily when dancing, knowing exactly what you are doing to him.

No doubt about it. You don’t try to hide it. You know very well how easy it is to get people like Johnny riled up without even having to touch them. By the time you finish they will be begging for you. Johnny was at his limits watching you grind down the pole and circling him with your predator-like eyes watching him from the front, as if he had to beg you to come forward or else you won’t come forward at all. It’s as if you WANT to hear him plead for your body to come closer. And he was right.

Johnny adjusts to the seats holding him underneath a striking harden self was happening in his groin zone; he puts a hand forward, slipping himself into another position that felt your eyes go lustful gaze and biting your lip at the sight. He rubs the back of his neck, as the room felt suffocating warmth that kept him on his flustered face expression.

“Stop teasing me, fuck.” He finally grunts out when you had rubbed your heels by his kneecaps when twirling in the air and going back down on your two feet so elegantly. Your voice struck out like a sore pin hammering in his skin, “Stop whining then. It’s tempting me even more.”

You respond back lowly circling him as your fingertips brush along his thighs stopping by halfway, you watch his Adam’s apple swallow deeply as he was fighting the urge to just grab on to you. He leans back when your face came forward to his ears. Y/n whispers the most deepest things, only egging the man even more.

“You look like you’re struggling to breathe.”

Johnny side eyes her before shifting up his hand brushing your past, tucking them behind your ears as he whispers. “I’m at my limits. Get on my lap.” Johnny demands this instantly. It’s not like you knew, hell— you never wanted someone so riled up to tell you what to do. Johnny’s dark gazed eyes watching yours that have never left yours even when you were dancing so badly.

You pucker out your lips, bellowing. “That would have to be paid extra.”

“Does it look like money is the problem here?” Johnny was quick to catch you off guard as a card was thrown in your palms. The man in the suit had the nerve to give you his entire card filled with money probably. Your eyes met his before staring at the card and Johnny smirks openly, finally, he has shocked you. He is willing to give you all his life servings just to have you touching him. Only You. Only His.

Johnny was quick to back up. “The pin is 5-1-2-4. Take as much as you fucking need baby. Let me have you tonight. Right now. Right here.”

You were never going to have sex with this person tonight because you have to keep it professional. But Johnny Suh, he had you rethinking your decisions. You wanted him too. You loved how domineering he was but at the same time, he was giving you power over him. It’s like he thought of you as an equal. You were untouchable and even now you are too. It drives Johnny crazy. He wants you all to himself. He feels proud even to be having you in front of him this close. Y/n manoeuvres closer till her ass perks to his lap straddling him with opened legs. You’re sitting on his hard on crotch it puts you into a shivering position.

“Fuckfuck.” Johnny curses quickly after the another, you purposely grinding on the crotch made him flung his head back biting the lip. It’s the way you wrap your arms round his neck with ease, dry humping the area too. He growls, groping your ass and touching you everywhere now underneath the fancy dancing clothing. “You’re such a fucking tease y/n.” He told you and you grin to yourself.

“I know.” You respond sheepishly. Johnny makes eye contact with you once his fingers slip past your thick thighs pushing them aside he had your wet core touching the surface of his index now. You let out a soft moan when the filling sensation hits you, he was digging deeper and deeper inside your pulsing walls. You hang your head low on his shoulders, all his ears pick up on was your soft meep voice moaning aloud and he swore, Johnny never wanted to hear someone else moan again. He only wants to hear you. It was the most beautiful and adorable sounds you made, it filled his void.

The confident and dominating woman had shattered and now he was met with a highly sexually frustrated woman who was as equally desperate as him. Your hips grind on their own for more impact than his fingers and your clit was becoming swollen and sensitive. His thumb playing and tweeting with the clit had you running over the orgasm, chasing it down, soon you jolt at the sudden pleasure hitting you line a train wreck.

Your mouth gaping wide as you grab on to Johnny’s wrist pulling it away. He smirks seeing you fight him by the overstimulation, you gasp. “Ah fuck, Johnny .” Y/n grunts lowly dropping in the man’s shoulder for support. He was more than happy to hold your back close as he smirks watching you become so vulnerable.

“Shh, there.” He comforts you after the hard orgasm seeing as if you saw stars already. Honey, he wonders what you’d look like when he finally puts his dick inside you. Because this was only the beginning. You murmur words that couldn’t be comprehensive sentences, Johnny with a raised eyebrow saw you lift yourself, grabbing his collar suddenly.

With the sudden grip you had him pulled forward crashing your lips onto his and you felt his lips curve in a grin in the kiss. His tongue intervened into yours finding it immediately he was swallowing you up like you were the best thing he had ever tasted. Biting on your bottom lip, letting you whine at the bite, your hands crawling up to his hair gripping it. His hands staying rested on your waist line, pulling you even closer to his body. You moving your face side to side as the makeout continues, he became everything you ever knew now. You were brainwashed, equally as bewitched now as Johnny was body worshipping you from the heavens down to earth and even below to the underworld realm.

“You with me?” Johnny breaks apart resting his forehead against yours as his breathing touches your upper lip. You hum lowly, aching to be filled again, the emptiness of your wetness aura spilling left you wanting more than your previous orgasm.

“Need you.” You stutter out. “Need you so bad Johnny Suh.” Your lips peck his neck going down to the exposed collarbones as you had his brilliant upper body exposed, his chiselled abs that you ran your hands all over, he’s positions you on your back making this easier for the both of you.

There is something about the way you called his name out too. You made these rules to never have sex with your clients. So why was Johnny the only expectation now? He felt special that you only want him just as much as he wants you…

His hands rip open your clothes, he was as equally desperate as you. Maybe he was slightly more desperate than you, considering he’s been so freaking insane just by the thought of you being like this felt like a whole another dream in wonderland. Johnny at the sight of your black lace bras slips it off in one go with only one hand, his lips cave into your breasts licking upon the erected hard nipples. Having you moaning at the warmth of his mouth emitting to your beautiful perky chest. You wrap your thighs round his hips pulling him even closer. The billionaire CEO hand’s wrap by the edge of your panties slipping them down to your ankles and you tug on them fully off.

You were just as burning with passion to take off Johnny’s pants and he let you take over completely, gripping off the pants and boxers till you were left seeing his hard manhood slapped on top of your clit as you laid hungrily watching it. How bad you want it. Johnny was girthy and big in size, the perfect amount of ratio. He smirks pulling his fingers to lift your chin, making you look into his eyes instead.

“Eyes on me love, don’t take them off of me.” Johnny commands and you fell weak to your knees nodding slowly. The tip purses in with bad your walls breaking apart the foundation, then, Johnny thrusted in unexpectedly all of him inside you. You clench your eyes but remembered to keep watching Johnny and you did, you saw him rolling his eyes as well trying his very best to watch you.

He and your were the same. Equally desperate. Equally wanting this as much as you want to.

“You’re fucking amazing— you feel so fucking amazing.” Johnny boosts into large brags as the pulsing walls raging on his cock moulding into the perfect shape around his size was as fascinating to you as it were to him. It’s as if you were made to be with him, to be inside him. Only his. Only you. The amount of words complimenting your leaving Johnny’s lips was as if it were a mantra running deep through his words in his head. The eye contact never broke even though he was deep inside you, thrusting in you and out of you every second of the moment. None of you broke the eye contact. Neither of you could ever look away from each other’s demise.

Leaning for another shared deep kiss as he was fastening the pace to inhuman, you never felt so satisfied until now at your work. The breaking rules you made for yourself, contradicting yourself all because of this man called Johnny Suh. Hell— you will never regret this. It is too good to be regretful about this.

The sloppy kiss breaks apart, Johnny leaning to the crook of your neck as he stutters his hips in you, you can tell he was at his final last minutes. The man grunts as he was pushing into you for a final touch; filling you up. A pair of lips haunt your neck, now marking it.

Johnny had you filled with hickeys by the you were done. The both of you got dressed and he helped you with the clothes as well as your hair. The man was even more happy to give you his other cards but the one he already had given you was fine enough.

He was sweet and caring. You can tell he cares for your well-being. He took his time with you and he asked if you are okay and everything. Johnny wasn’t here just for the sex. He was here because he was into you in the first place.

“Y/n.” The man stands outside the door turning to you who looks with the same amount of eagernesses to hear him out. His voice. His voice was implanted in your brain, you cannot get him out.

You hum out. “Johnny.”

“I will come back again. If you want me to.” Johnny stated and you felt your heart clench. You do want him back. You want to see him again.

You smile, putting on a professional business face too. You are only here to work. You’re unsure of what you and Johnny will become of in the future outcome but, as of now you try to be professional.

“Come back whenever you want. You’re welcome to.” You tell him. Johnny’s ears perk up as he saw your smile as an invitation.

He will definitely come and see you again.

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A Grand Distraction (Arthur Shelby x Reader) *smut*

*This story is 18+ no minors interact* Summary: Y/N leaves a party in a rush only to meet Arthur in a back room to comfort her. *cough cough emphasis on comfort* A/N: This was a weird old one I wrote and un-published just bc I felt uncomfortable at the time with writing smut but now I'm like fuck it lets gooo. Also LOWKEY I was making a hint to the newer Anna Karenina film bc i picture Count Vronsky (aaron taylor johnson) as 'Count Ostrovsky' lmfao don't judge me Word Count: 2750 TW: smut, alcohol, tight corset/hyperventilating Tags: @theshelbyclan @globetrotter28

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It was the night of the grand ball at the Russian Count Ostrovsky’s mansion. I wasn’t sure why, but the Count had taken a liking to the Peaky Blinder boys, and more so…me. It was uncomfortable for him to pine after me, but Tommy begged me to go. It was selfish for him to ask that of me, but I knew there was business to be done on his end and I didn’t want to get on his bad side. Truth be told I was frightened of the consequences, so I decided to play dress up for one night while the peaky boys did their thing. I wore a long burgundy ball gown that was so tight around my waist I could barely breathe. This was the one thing I could ask Tommy to buy for me and he didn’t complain. I told him if I was going to do his dirty work, I would have to do it properly, and well, properly I did.

I rode on the way to the mansion with none other than the mother hen of the Peaky Blinders, Polly Gray. “You know you are going to have the Count on your neck the entire time with this dress. He won’t want to leave your side” She stated bluntly. I nodded quietly and gazed out of the window of our car. I was so nervous I couldn’t speak. I didn’t want to have the Count anywhere near me let alone breathing down my neck. I only wanted Arthur Shelby. The only man who could save me from this whole thing. Arthur was tall, slim, and had a heart the size of an elephant. He was so caring and sweet to me, but I could never understand him. He wouldn’t tell me anything about himself. He’d just ask how my day was going and carry on with bartending at the Garrison. I’d get a few stares from him when I would be caught talking to his brothers, but he never did anything other than stare. It had been months, and still nothing. I was starting to doubt myself and go along with Tommy’s plan already.

Polly and I stepped into the Count’s giant ballroom. His dance floor was massive, and the servers were passing everyone champagne as they walked by. I made my way around with Polly, we both sipped our champagne and eventually parted ways before I found the Peaky Blinder boys in a corner talking amongst themselves. The first to look at me was Thomas, he tried looking back to his brothers but failed miserably as I continued to hold his gaze. John and Arthur were trying to interact with Thomas but had to track what he was looking at because he could not speak without looking in my direction. Arthur shot his gaze down my way, and I felt my cheeks heat up. His dark eyes turned colder once he remembered what I was here for, and he turned away in the blink of an eye. I felt my heart start sinking, and before I was able to do anything about it, I felt a strange finger on my shoulder. I turned around to face the young, tall, and brightly blonde Russian Count Ostrovsky. “Madam Y/N, would you like to dance?” He asked politely, kissing my hand gently. I blushed hard at the gesture, yet my heart felt pulled towards another direction.

“I would love to, but if I’m quite honest…I’m not really sure how” I spoke.

“Don’t worry” He wrapped his left arm around my waist. “We can remedy this situation in a matter of minutes…I’ve been told I’m a great dancer” He gloated.

I smiled at him and followed his steps carefully, trying hard not to step on his toes.

“Count Ostrovsky…How did you know I was here?” I asked as we danced together. His blue eyes sparkled as he held my gaze.

“I have my ways” He laughed.

In a few minutes our dance had finished, and I felt my lungs run out of air. The corset I wore had restricted me in the worst way. “I enjoyed dancing with you Count Ostrovsky” I spoke softly, purposely trying not to let him down harsh before parting ways with him. He accepted my leave with a simple yet friendly nod, and I walked off the dance floor towards the back of the room where I had seen the Peaky Blinder boys previously.

Thomas and John had run off to the dance floor, but Arthur was standing patiently in a corner by himself. I waved at him, and he gave me a small smile. I walked over slowly, sure to inhale and exhale smoothly so I didn’t pass out. “Arthur” I called him out. “I see you’re having fun” I pointed to the bottle of vodka he held in his hand. He nodded his head and took a long swig before looking my way again. On the way towards him I wobbled slightly on the back of my heel and nearly fell, but Arthur came to the rescue and held me for a moment. I looked deeply in his eyes, trying to breathe but instead Arthur came up with words for me.

“Aren’t you a grand distraction”.

I stood upright and looked around the room to keep myself from blushing. I spotted Polly talking to some young man and decided to dart over that way to spare my feelings for Arthur. I didn’t need things to go tragically wrong tonight, and Thomas told me I only had one job. Spend time with the count. I gave Arthur a soft smile before sliding my way towards Polly. She was laughing and drinking with some young prince I had seen before at another party. I tried to chat with them for a minute, but I was quickly pulled aside by Thomas. His blue eyes stared me down and I felt my stomach tighten. “Why are you not with the Count?” He asked sternly. “I-I don’t know, we were just dancing Thom-“ “Are you serious? You two are supposed to be in bed by now” He huffed.

“Are you serious? Am I just some whore to you? You know what…I quit, I’m done playing your games, Thomas” I snapped and stormed off from him.

As I ran off my corset kept tightening and I could barely breathe. I ran down a random darkened hallway and walked into what seemed like a personal library room. I hyperventilated in the quiet room, trying to figure out how to rip the dress off myself until I heard a voice from behind me.

“I see you’re all by yourself” Arthur spoke lowly, sending chills down my neck. I quickly turned around and his face fell. He saw that I was in desperate need of air.

“Arthur…I need your help but you cannot tell anyone, okay?” I asked him quietly. He nodded his head and I started to look around the room for an escape route. There was none. I looked at the door and saw there was a lock. I went behind Arthur and locked the door

“Y/N what are you-“

“Arthur I need you to get me out of this” I began trying to untie my dress but I couldn’t reach the strings of fabric in the back.

“Y/N are you sure I shouldn’t get Polly” He said sheepishly. I turned to looked him dead in the eyes and yelled at him to help me take it off. It felt like my lungs were deflating by the second and I couldn’t bear to keep the dress on any longer.

“Arthur I can’t breathe I don’t have time-“ I shouted at him. I started to hyperventilate again and instantly I felt his warm, rough hands start detangling all the tight knots. Within a few minutes Arthur had reached the corset and released me from its dreaded grasp. I let out a big breath and nearly collapsed onto the nearby chaise lounge in nothing but my silky white underclothes. “Arthur I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean for you to see me like this but-“

“Y/N…you’re all I ever want to see” He let out. My mouth dropped open slightly, and I felt myself get lost in his glazed eyes.

“I thought you didn’t like me like that, Arthur“

“With a bloody face like that, how could I not like you Y/N” He slurred a little and began to lean in for a kiss. I struggled with the thought of Thomas finding out, and didn’t move at first, but Arthur kept his distance once I showed a sudden disinterest.

“Thomas could find out-“ I gulped and looked into his eyes.

“Fook him” He smirked and cupped the side of my face gently. I felt my cheeks heat up as his eyes took me in. I couldn’t stand to hold the silent yet enamored gaze. I crashed my lips against his in one quick move, a desperate attempt to taste the lips of the one and only Arthur Shelby. He reciprocated my actions and locked his lips against mine. We broke away for a moment. A chance to catch each other’s breaths and assess the moment properly. “From the first moment I saw you in that dress, I wanted to devour every inch of you” Arthur growled lowly. He got closer to me and placed love hungry kisses on the right side of my neck. I breathed him in with each kiss, he softly sucked and nibbled at certain spots sending chills down my back.

“A-Arthur” I whined.

“Tell me what you want, love” He commanded.

“You…Arthur” I mumbled as he kept kissing and sucking on my neck. His thick moustache sent me into sensory overload as it tickled and scratched me with each kiss. I didn’t know how much further we would get before we got caught but I didn’t ever want him to stop. I felt his rough hand slide against my underclothes slowly. He started at my collarbone then slid down towards my breasts. He took my right breast in his hand and gently but firmly caressed it then slid down lower towards the edge of my stomach. “Arthur” I whined. He looked at me as he slid his hand down lower, feeling the warmth between my legs radiate against his skin. It was then that he kissed me firmly again and bit my lip when our lips separated slowly. I whimpered at the thought of our kisses coming to an end if anyone realized we were gone for so long. “Arthur, someone could catch us” I worried aloud. He looked at me with furrowed brows, then sighed and kissed my nose.

“I don’t think I’d be able to stop even if someone did, Y/N” He spoke gently. I desperately craved him and his confidence. We kissed once more, and I straddled his legs as he lay on the chaise lounge. “I need you, Y/N” He grunted as I started grinding down on his thigh. I felt myself get wetter by the second and we spent the time kissing one another, slowly deepening this kiss, using our tongues slowly and playfully. Each time we touched it felt impossibly electric. A feeling that was extraordinary only because it was him. Not the count, not Thomas, not anyone else, just… Arthur.

“I wanna feel you love” He growled once more and ripped the top of my slip dress to show my breasts. I sat there in shock, but it quickly faded as soon as he reached down and started to kiss and suck on my breasts. He alternated with each one, teasing me and making my nipples hard until I moaned and squirmed in his lap. “A-Arthur please” I begged him with a thirsting need for him to please me properly.

“You want me?” He asked with a shine in his eyes. I nodded my head quickly and before I knew it, he was flipping me over, so that I was positioned under him on the chaise lounge. He began hovering over me slowly reaching up under my white slip dress. “Let me taste you first” He demanded and shoved his head under my dress. I had prayed to the sky that this man wouldn’t kill me before the night was over, but things weren’t looking too good on my end. I felt his hot breath surround my wet pussy. His lips had pressed against my clit and he started to lick me up and down, using the chance to suck on my clit whenever he desired to. It had sent me so overboard that I dug my nails into the arms of the leather chaise lounge. I didn’t know what else I could do but shout Arthur’s name each time I felt my stomach tighten into knots. He quickened his pace and it felt like I was on fire.

“Arthur-Arthur I’m going to c-cum pl-please” I moaned out. He took that as motivation to proceed eating me out as fast as he could. He swirled his tongue on my clit and licked downwards, sticking his tongue into my entrance. His tongue flicked and thrusted into me at record speed. I was on the brink of orgasm when he stopped altogether and left me hanging. He pulled himself out from under my dress and his hair was flattened, pieces falling to each side of his face. He reached up to me and crashed his lips down on me. I reciprocated the kiss as desperate as I knew how. “Arthur please…I need you” I whined for him.

“As you wish, Y/N” He smirked and undid his belt. I followed his thick, veiny hands towards his belt and the second it popped off his waist I was able to see his cock poking through his boxers.

“You’re so big” I gasped as he took off his boxers. He had the proudest grin on his face as he bent down and gave me a slow, deep kiss. I took him in my hands as we kissed and I felt his body shudder at the touch. I stroked him slowly and he separated my lips from his.

“You want me to fuck you huh?” He smirked. He shuffled around the chaise lounge, getting into a better position. I nodded my head and bucked my hips against his dick. It wasn’t until after that he saw the neediness in my eyes. He aligned his cock with my warm entrance. He thrust into me slowly, but all the way and I gasped with widened eyes. “You alright, love?” He asked softly. Even with all the lust and passion, Arthur was still a sweet gentleman on the inside. I nodded my head and he slowly thrusted himself into me. His low grunts filled me with a dark desire to make him orgasm. With each thrust I cried out his name and dug my nails into his back. I couldn’t help but to scream, his size wasn’t something I was used to.

“Art-Arthur!” I shouted as he sped up his thrusts. It felt like I was going to explode with bliss. He deepened his stroke and kept fucking me like he meant it.

“Cum for me, Y/N” He demanded roughly as he thrusted. I tried to control my breathing, but there was no point. I was finally getting all of Arthur. I bucked my hips and tried to control his thrusting from underneath, but instead Arthur sped up his thrusts and I didn’t even know he could go so fast. Every inch of him was hitting me at once and all I could do was dig my nails into him and cry out his name.

“I’m gonna c-cum, fuck Arthur” I panted out.

He kept his pace and praised me. “Good, cum for me, princess” His hands grabbed mine and forced my arms above my head. He stared deeply into my eyes as he kept thrusting quickly into me. I closed my eyes and bit my lip as I started riding out the high of my orgasm. “Good girl” Arthur complimented as he kissed and sucked on my neck. He kept fucking me until he came shortly after I did. He grunted and clenched up around my walls. I moaned softly and kissed him on the shoulder. Arthur slowly slid out of me and looked at me like he sobered up via orgasm.

“Arthur…” I whispered.

“I told you…you’re a grand distraction Y/N” He breathed out

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stormy-skies-falling · 2 years

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ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝔼𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕔

about: dreamwastaken

warning(s): swearing?, they're making out for a sec so do with that what you will, suggestive pose

pronouns: none specified

word count: 1.1k

note: dID YOU SEE THE SNAPCHAT PICTURES?! That's all I had to say! Kisses! <3

summary: Dream takes the long way to convince Y/n to take a picture with him, but neither of them really mind

“Hey, Y/n! Come here!” I look up from my phone at the sound of my boyfriend’s voice and reluctantly get off the plush couch with a small sigh.

Dream has been trying to take Snapchat pictures of himself all morning, finally deciding to give the internet some more content. According to him, “my main goal is to tease the face-reveal a bit, but not so much that people won’t freak out when it happens– you know. They seem to like my hair and hands… no hands– I’ll just mess with them a little– I’ll cover them with a drawing or something… yeah, I’m so smart.” To which I replied “That's nice, babe. I’ll be on the couch.”

By the time I dragged myself up the stairs and into our shared bathroom, Dream was crouched over on the floor scowling at his phone.

“Everything alright, Love?” I tiptoe to him, rubbing his back once I’m next to him to relieve any tension and let him know I’m here.

His head perks up at the sound of my voice and leans into my touch, shifting his gaze from his phone to me. “Hmm, oh yeah, I’m fine. I just needed to run something by you real quick.”

The man fully stands up and stretches after being hunched over for who-knows-how-long. The popping of his back and the cracking of his neck as he rolls it is slightly revolting, but I’m now jealous of the instant relief he must feel. He sets his phone down on the counter next to us and tugs me closer by the waistband of my shorts so we’re chest-to-chest, the height difference causing us both to strain our necks at the proximity. I peer up at my tall boyfriend, knowing that he wants something by the way he intensely stares down at me. I know him better than he thinks I do, but I’ll play along for a minute– it’s not like I don’t enjoy the attention anyway.

Dream leans in closer as he places one hand on my hip and the other on the side of my face, tilting it up slightly, our breaths mixing. His thumb lightly strokes my cheek bone and his other draws patters on the exposed skin where my/his t-shirt rode up on my hip. His scent is intoxicating, the way it draws me in keeps me under his spell, intentional or not. I still feel butterflies everytime we’re together, I’m not sure if it’s because of the way he looks at me, if it’s because of the way he talks or acts, or if it’s just him entirely. We’ve been together for several years and this feeling ceases to go away, but I’m not sure that I mind.

Dream brushes his lips against mine, but pulls away when I try to connect them. He laughs at my pout and kisses the corner of my mouth, then my cheek, then my jaw, then right under my ear, and he then kisses down my neck making sure to cover every inch of skin. I tilt my head to the side to give him more access as he reaches my collar bone, nipping at the skin.

“You’re such a tease, Dream.” I say breathless, eyes hooded.

“Only for you, My Love. Only for you.” He says, kissing back up towards my mouth, retracing his steps. By the time he kisses the corner of my mouth, I’m getting more and more needy for his lips on mine. “Can I kiss you?” He asks and I frantically nod my head, internally cringing at how desperate I look. My cringe must not have been as internal as I thought, because a half-smile adorns my boyfriend's face before he connects our lips in a heated kiss.

Our lips mold together perfectly, moving in-sync like our own personal dance. It’s like a ballet dance; it’s elegant and passionate, showing the deep connection between the two dancers and the story. It’s another thing I still haven’t gotten used to. The way he fills the kiss with love and adoration, while still adding in intense passion makes me never want to stop. But all good things must come to an end sometime.

I break away from the kiss, giving him a few short pecks before breathless smiles break out on both of our faces. We both start to giggle and the giggle progressively builds to a laugh and the laugh progressively builds to us both tea-kettling, hunched over on each other as we attempt to get a word out– it doesn’t work. Each of our futile attempts results in the other kettling harder which in-turn causes the other to kettle harder. It’s a whole cycle until we both end up on the floor, tear-stains on our faces, clutching our stomachs.

“Y-you know,” Dream starts, sniffling and wiping the tears out of his eyes. “I just wanted to ask you to take a mirror selfie with me to post, but I got a little distracted.” I giggle knowingly at the confession.

“I kinda figured that’s what you were gonna ask, but I hadn’t seen you all morning, so I can’t say I minded the ‘distraction’.” I say as Dream pulls me closer to him by my waist, touching our foreheads together. The man kisses me on my nose and I cuddle further into him before wrinkling my nose in disgust. “It’s kinda gross that we’re just full on laying on the floor right now.”

“No, yeah, you’ve got a point.” As my boyfriend gets off the bathroom floor, he brings me up with him, and pulls me into a hug.

I lay my head against his chest, the soft beating of his heart relaxes me. “We can take the mirror picture if you want, I don’t care.”

“Really?!” He asks, surprised.

I pick my head up from his chest to meet his vibrant, green eyes. “Well yeah, why wouldn’t I?”

“I don’t know…”

I squint my eyes at the man, but shug it off and turn in his arms so my back is against his chest. I lean over, grabbing Dream’s phone off the counter before opening up Snapchat. I flip the camera around so it faces the mirror as my tall ass boyfriend hides his face in the side of my neck and places his hands on my waist, under my shirt to hide them from view. I lean into Dream, holding the phone to cover my face before snapping a few pictures, slightly changing positions each time. The man lifts his face from out my neck as I show him the different ones taken.

Satisfied with his choice, he posts the picture and we continue to look through some others. “That’s a pretty good one.” He smirks, pointing to the one where his one hand is on my hip bone, under my shorts, and the other grasping my neck.

“You’re quite proud of that one aren’t you?” I say, playfully rolling my eyes.

“How erotic.”

“Stop.”

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visualheresy · 4 months

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Ship Headcanons - Ada/Leon

Thank you for the tag, @lordbhreanna!!

Gives forehead/nose kisses: Leon in his softer moments would do this, or Ada may sneak a forehead kiss while Leon is asleep. He's very affectionate with her. Sometimes Ada has to ask him to ease off a little or she gets overwhelmed.

Gets jealous the most: Leon, but it’s never that serious. I headcanon them in an open relationship post re4r.

Picks the other up from the bar when they’re too drunk to drive: Ada.

Takes care of on sick days: Both. I’d say this is one of those times when Ada can express her care and tenderness for Leon, by looking after him.

Drags the other person out into the water on beach day: Ada, if Leon is being gloomy. Unless it’s off season and cold, then they might settle for walking alongside the surf together in their winter coats.

Gives unprompted massages: Fortunately for Leon, Ada has a skill for this.

Drives/rides shotgun: Depends. If they’re pressed for time, Ada drives; out of the two, she is the one with a keener sense of direction, and she’s faster on the road. "You can be the DJ, Leon."

Brings the other lunch at work: I can see Leon giving Ada a little something for the road, when they’re older.

Has the better parental relationship: Ada because she has none (out of choice) and the closest she will get to raising another living thing is a happy little vegetable garden in her 40s.

Tries to start role-playing in bed: Ada would start a conversation about this. She is more open about what she likes, whereas Leon has been playing one role in the bedroom for so long that he *thinks* it's what he likes until Ada gently breaks through to him. Admittedly this takes a lot of patience and good humor on her part. I don’t know. Could be hot to write haha. Maybe for my drabble fic?

Embarrassingly drunk dancer: Leon with his love for soul music, jazz and 50s crooning oldies. Picture them dancing in the darkest part of the morning, and he’s holding her, fingertip to fingertip, and they’re quietly swaying to Etta James singing “Stormy Weather.” The alcohol makes it feel like they’re outside time for a bit. As for Ada, I doubt she would get that drunk and vulnerable so soon. But let’s say she does. She drinks until a dreamy slowness takes over her body, and her hand movements are grand and delicate and sweeping the sky fully. Do you know this scene from the film Burning? I imagine it’s like that. “Summertime” by Sam Cooke would be perfect for Ada.

Still cries watching Titanic: Leon, probably. He would have to be drunk. Sleepy drunk. Maybe it’s the scene leading up to the scientists’ interview with Rose (scientists or treasure hunters? lol idk) when a little robot is sent to investigate the Titanic’s ruins underwater. Leaning into the image through tears, Rose follows the slow, drifting passage the camera makes through each darkened room, sifting through debris and gradually illuminating the wreckage. It’s heartbreaking to watch the sorrowful recognition on her face as the camera pushes on. There isn’t much visibility down there. No sound either. But you can hear, in the depths of Rose’s memory, music fading in and out of time, and the ship’s decayed and empty corridors flash to a night when it was once full, rippling with light and so much life. I really do believe places hold the imprint of people (yes, even music) inside. I think Leon would too.

Firmly believes in couples costumes: Ada. She would be dazzling as Trinity from The Matrix.

Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas: Ada again!

Makes the other eat breakfast: Leon cooks if there’s enough time in the morning.

Remembers anniversaries: What anniversary lol? If they’re celebrating anything, it would be Wesker’s death.

Brings up having kids: Out of curiosity, Ada. She likes hearing him talk about these things, not necessarily kids, but a possible life, one that exists in the space between imagination and the circumstances of their reality, a life expanded by a conversation they return to again and again for comfort. In an alternate timeline, she wonders, who would they be? For Ada, it’s this mutual dreaming that borders something like magic. It is a place where she finds joy, ordinary and wondrous.

I love writing into this space when it comes to these two partly because such ordinary moments of joy aren’t promised for them. Nothing in their world is. And I don’t think that changes until years after Lanshiang when Ada begins to hope, truly allows herself to hope, for a gentler way of living (one of my unpublished WIPs is about this). It begins with Leon sharing one story of a possible world and she tells him another. Tell me about the things you love. And why.

Tagging @frozen-fountain, @pink-strawberry-kissess and anyone else who wants to do this. It can be any ship you want!

if you found this by accident, hello! I'm a small writer with a few aeon fics on AO3. I know it's not much :) but I’m happy you’re here!

#aeon #ada wong #leon x ada #ada x leon #fic #headcanons #ada wong headcanons #leon kennedy

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timptoe · 2 years

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Two Lovesick Idiots

I was inspired by this lovely art of Shepard and Kaidan drawn by the incredible @sinclairsolutions - so with their permission for running with this idea, my first fic in twenty years:

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Citadel, Silversun Strip, Anderson’s apartment Two weeks before the end of the Reaper War

Tali drops it unceremoniously on the coffee table in front of them, with the air of someone who has both lost a bet and is still somehow smugly triumphant.

“Here.”

Shepard cocks his head. From his position cuddled into Kaidan’s side, the motion causes his closely-shaved scalp to tickle the underside of Kaidan’s chin.

“What?”

Leave it to Shepard to sound both irritated and intrigued at the interruption. Kaidan kisses the top of his head in amusement.

The party celebrating the demise of Shepard’s clone has been in full swing for most of the night, and it’s showing no sign of slowing down. Kaidan can hear Vega and Cortez over near the bar gleefully explaining biotiball to a surprisingly interested Javik, who’s just declared how much better the protheans would be then the current primitive teams. Kasumi is trying to teach Grunt how to play the piano, with limited success, behind the couch where Kaidan and Shepard have ensconced themselves. Kaidan can see the dance circle in the kitchen still going strong, though now absent two of its erstwhile dancers.

Both of whom are standing in front of the coffee table, Tali gesturing at what she just dropped, Garrus inscrutable as ever.

Kaidan reluctantly pushes his boyfriend—his boyfriend, heart still skipping a beat at getting to call Shepard something so intimate—off of his lap so he can lean forward to pick up what, by all appearances, seems to be a scrapbook. He dimly remembers heirlooms like this back at the orchard: binders of pictures, chintzy artwork, and scribbles commemorating the reunions or anniversaries or what-have-you of various Alenkos over the decades. None of the scrapbooks back home have the violently purple hue of this one, though. None of their titles are quite like what’s emblazoned across the front of this one, either.

Two Lovesick Idiots.

Kaidan raises an eyebrow. “Tali, what is this?”

“I, uh…okay, it was going to be a present later. After. But this one—“ she backhands Garrus in the stomach, who oofs softly “—told me I had to give it to you now.”

“Okay, but what is it?” Shepard says. “I’ve never seen anything like this.”

Kaidan nudges him with his shoulder fondly. “It’s a scrapbook.” At his precious spacer’s precious look of confusion, he continues, “It’s for memories, pictures and things. An old Earth practice.”

Shepard turns his adorably confused gaze to Tali. “But why? And how?”

The tipsy quarian groans in response. “Just open it.”

Kaidan opens the cover. On the first page is a full-sized photograph of Kaidan and Shepard sitting in a bar somewhere. Flux, maybe? He traces his finger over it absently. They look so young. The early days of the SR-1, perhaps. Kaidan’s in the foreground, staring into his drink—whiskey, by the looks of it. Shepard’s seated next to him, giving him a soft, almost secret smile. The candid shot is as sweet as it is striking.

All that time. How did I never know?

A sweet knot of nostalgia settles in his chest, and he smiles at the memory. “Tali,” he starts to murmur, “where did you…”

That’s when he reads the picture’s caption.

“Two Lovesick Idiots Pine for Each Other in a Poorly-Lit Bar,” photo by Tali’Zorah nar Rayya, 2183.

“What.”

Shepard gets to the caption at roughly the same time. But where Kaidan’s knot of nostalgia immediately turns into annoyance, Shepard lets out the most delighted, surprised laugh Kaidan’s heard from him in a long time.

“Tali,” Kaidan says in a measured voice, pointedly ignoring his boyfriend as he dissolves into giggles, “what the hell is this?”

“It’s a gift! A present,” Tali repeats. “Kind of.”

“Kind of?”

“Just…a lot of effort went into this,” she says bashfully. “Keep going.”

He turns the page. This one has two photos, separated by a common caption. The top one is a selfie of the late, great Ashley Williams, clearly taken with her omnitool in the SR-1’s mess. Her face is frozen in mid-cackle, while way in the background over her shoulder, Kaidan and Shepard stand near that console Kaidan was forever trying to repair. The picture on the bottom is zoomed in on them, Shepard’s hand nonchalantly resting on Kaidan’s forearm in mid-conversation. The caption reads, “Two Lovesick Idiots Flirt Badly over a Busted Console,” photo by Ashley Williams, 2183.

“Ashley? Ashley was in on this?” Kaidan asks incredulously. This sets Shepard off giggling even harder somehow.

Kaidan glances around. The rest of the party is starting to notice. Fantastic.

“It was actually Ashley’s idea,” Tali responds, tipsy mirth tempered a moment by a sort of fond sadness. “She was the first one to figure you two out, I think. She thought this would be a nice memento once you two…um, what was the phrase, Joker?”

“I believe it was, ‘Once those two get their eyes off each other’s asses and get their own asses in gear,” Joker supplies helpfully from the other couch.

Kaidan doesn’t like Joker’s shit-eating grin. Or the hot feeling of the blush that erupts over his own face. He especially doesn’t like that his boyfriend is still giggling.

Said boyfriend snorts in between giggles, “Yeah, that sounds like Ash.”

Tali looks a little unsure, shifting from foot to foot. “Are…are you mad? Is this okay?”

Kaidan’s suddenly very aware that most of the party have crowded around the couch, peering with interest at the scrapbook. Well, mostly they’re staring at their giddy commander.

When it’s just the two of them, Shepard’s learned how to let down his guard. He smiles more, laughs more. The war has taken its toll on him—him more than most, especially after everything in the last three years—but in the privacy of Shepard’s cabin, Kaidan has worked hard to give him space to just be happy.

So anything that makes him happy enough to giggle like an idiot? Around other people, no less?

He shakes his head and gives Tali his biggest grin. “It’s incredible. Thank you.”

Her posture relaxes. “Everyone helped.”

They start flipping through the pages.

“Two Lovesick Idiots Find an Excuse to Touch by Scraping Plant Goo Off Each Other,” photo by Garrus Vakarian, 2183.

“Hey, we were worried that stuff might be corrosive!” Shepard says defensively.

Kaidan chuckles. That hadn’t been…strictly true. More like, he wasn’t going to pass up any opportunity to be in Shepard’s space. Sure, his face in the photo is the picture of seriousness as he plucks a piece of tentacle off of Shepard’s chestplate, but he remembers how hard he had to concentrate not to look at Shepard’s lips instead.

“Neither of you offered to clean Thorian gunk off my armor,” Garrus grumbles.

Tali pats his arm.

“Two Lovesick Idiots Don’t Know How to Drive a Fucking Tank,” photo by Ashley Williams, 2183.

“He’s the one that can’t drive, not me,” Kaidan objects, pushing his again-giggling boyfriend away.

“It does not appear that you are attempting to stop him, Major,” EDI muses from where she’s settled next to Joker.

And indeed, Ash somehow captured a shot of the Mako’s cockpit from the back. Shepard has one fist raised in celebration, while Kaidan’s head is turned in mid yell. There’s no mistaking the fondness on his face, though.

There’s also no mistaking the fact that only sky, no ground, is visible through the Mako’s front window.

“To be fair, Liara isn’t stopping them either,” Cortez says from over Kaidan’s shoulder.

To be fair, Liara’s passed out from stress in the photo, blue face tinged slightly green as it lolls to one side in her safety harness.

Present-day Liara just sighs.

“Two Lovesick Idiots Have the Mother of All Lovers’ Spats,” photo captured by Horizon security feeds, obtained by Miranda Lawson, 2185.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, really?” Kaidan says incredulously. “We’re commemorating that moment?”

“Eh, you two made up,” Miranda says from the other side of the room, raising her drink in a mock toast, mischievous twinkle in her eye.

“Two Lovesick Idiots Have the Mother of All Lovers’ Spats, Part Two,” photo captured by C-Sec security feeds, obtained by Kasumi Goto, 2186.

Kaidan rolls his eyes.

“Eh, you two made up,” Kasumi’s voice echoes with a laugh.

Picture after picture just like that, chronicling the dance that he and Shepard have been doing around each other for the last three years. And not just pictures, Kaidan realizes.

Some of the pages have text, hard copies of omnitool message chains:

== 2183.05.03 snippet from group chain == Ashley: did you see how red LT’s face got when Shepard complimented him in the debrief? Tali: It was so cute! Ashley: fuckin nerd Ashley: him, not you Garrus: He didn’t do anything, though? Just managed not to faint from Shepard’s driving? Liara: That is harder than one might think. Ashley: pfffft Wrex: why am I in this group

== 2185.09.12 snippet from group chain == Jack: okay but seriously the two of them used to be a thing, right? nobody gets that mad at someone they’re not duckin Jack: fuckin Jack: FUCK Tali: it’s…complicated Samara: We are often cruelest to the ones we love. Mordin: Unresolved sexual tension often a source of adrenaline. Recommend putting a picture of Alenko in the shuttle before missions. Could increase Shepard’s battle performance. Garrus: No Tali: absolutely not Grunt: Unresolved sexual tension heh heh heh Wrex: goddamn it, why I am in this group too

Other pages have short handwritten notes from their friends.

Adjacent to a picture of Kaidan sleeping off a migraine in the SR-1′s medbay and Shepard sleeping in a chair next to his bed, with the caption “Two Lovesick Idiots Are Bad at Sleeping,” photo taken by Karin Chakwas, 2183, a scrawl in silver pen reads: I am very glad that you two have better places to sleep than my medbay now.

Kaidan looks at Shepard. “I don’t remember this.”

Shepard ducks his head a bit, responding, “Not surprised. That one was pretty bad, you were out for a while. I just…wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“By screwing up your spinal alignment?” Traynor says, sitting next to Shepard on the couch and frowning.

Shepard huffs.

On another page, next to a picture of Shepard standing at Kaidan’s bedside in Huerta, seemingly taken through a window, with a caption reading, “Two Lovesick Idiots Have a Very Close Call,” photo taken by Thane Krios, 2186, a note in a different hand reads: It is good to see your soul tu-fira, my friend.

Shepard touches the note, sobering quickly.

Kaidan furrows his brow. “I don’t understand this one.”

Shepard puts his palm on Kaidan’s cheek, and Kaidan leans into the touch. Shepard gives him a sad smile and says, “Thane. I’ll explain later.”

The final page, though, takes the cake.

The picture’s taken from a weird angle, but it’s striking in a way that stuns Kaidan. On first glance, it’s just a picture of the doors to Starboard Observation as they’re closing. But framed in the doorway, you can see Shepard and Kaidan sitting on the couch, their backs to the door and the camera. The observation window looks out on the starry expanse, silhouetting the pair as Shepard rests his head on Kaidan’s shoulder, Kaidan’s arm around him.

The caption reads, “Two Lovesick Idiots in Love, Fucking Finally,” picture taken by Tali’Zorah vas Normandy, 2186, and for all its tongue-in-cheek snarkiness, it’s the most beautiful thing Kaidan’s seen.

He looks over at his quietly smiling boyfriend and his shining blue eyes. Maybe the second-most beautiful thing.

“Tali,” Shepard says, voice thick with emotion. He stops, swallows, and then starts again, “Everyone. Thank you. This is…unbelievable.”

“What’s more unbelievable is that the two of you finally hooked up!” Vega catcalls, and everyone cheers.

Kaidan rubs the back of his head sheepishly as everyone laughs, looking sidelong at Shepard. Shepard just laughs too and pounces, smothering Kaidan in kisses.

When they come up for air, Tali picks up the scrapbook and says, “Look, see, these rings open up so you can add more pages. You know, if you want to.”

Shepard grins. “Actually, I can think of another photo I’d like to add.”

Years later, amongst the bric-a-brac of a house at an orchard in the Canadian interior, in a row of scrapbooks commemorating the reunions or anniversaries or what-have-you of various Alenkos over the decades, one violently purple scrapbook is given pride of place. And inside, nestled between pages of pictures and printouts and handwritten notes, a specific page sits at what had at one time been the back of the book, but now precedes dozens of recorded memories.

On that page is a picture of Shepard and Kaidan, seated on a couch in an apartment on the Silversun Strip of the Citadel, looking lovingly at each other. On the couch beside them, and arrayed in rows behind them, are some of the people who loved them in that moment, too.

The caption reads, “Two Lovesick Idiots Surrounded by a Bunch of Other Lovely Idiots,” picture taken by Glyph, 2186.

#mass effect #mass effect 3 #citadel dlc #mshenko #kaidan alenko #my writing #the first fic I've written since college #the most fun I've had in a while #man this game just crawled into my head and won't let go #also GO CHECK OUT SINCLAIR'S ART IT'S AMAZING

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kiyoomology · 2 years

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something with alphonso + kisses,, i just love him so much ++ your writing is soso good <33

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kisses ☆ alphonso hargreeves

genre: fluff warnings: none besides i kinda strayed from the request, i hope you still like it :) summary: you and alphonso talk about all the kisses you’ve shared over the years. notes: flower anon you’re so sweet!! thank you so so much for the compliment, i hope you enjoy!! <3

a small laugh bubbled out of your throat as alphonso danced in the center of his bedroom, surprisingly decent at the action considering he was trying to be bad at it.

“maybe you should quit the superhero biz. become a dancer.” you teased, smiling brightly as he gave you a mock look of disgust.

“yeah, right. scoot over.” he said, and you shifted so that he could lie next to you on the bed.

your head fell onto his shoulder, mumbling the words to the song that was pouring from his record player. his hand laced with yours, and you gently ran your thumb over the back of his hand.

“do you remember our first kiss?” you asked suddenly, looking up at alphonso to see him looking at you already.

“unfortunately, i do. please don’t remind me.” he replied, standing up to change the vinyl that was playing.

“why d’ya say that? it was cute!” you protested, giggling when he turned to face you with an utterly baffled expression.

“cute? you were dangling out of my window trying to sneak out, and i kissed your chin before i kissed your lips!” he exclaimed, sending you both into a fit of laughter at his recollection.

“it was sweet! you’re just embarrassed.” you huffed, lying back on the bed and staring at the ceiling.

your brow furrowed as you noticed a handful of polaroids stuck to the ceiling, the images too hard to make out from the distance you were at.

“what are those polaroids on your ceiling of?” you asked, head lolling to the side to look at alphonso.

“you and me.” he replied, hands still flicking through his vinyl collection. you got your feet to try and see the pictures better, a soft gasp slipping from your lips as you focused on one of the pictures.

“oh my god, alphonso hargreeves, is that a picture of us kissing?” you practically shrieked, making alphonso laugh heartily.

“it’s sweet, you’re just embarrassed.” he quoted you from earlier, motioning for you to get off of his bed. you slid off of the furniture, into his arms. he had finally settled on a vinyl, angel eyes by abba filling the room.

“care to dance?” he asked in a faux deep voice, making you roll your eyes as you accepted the hand he held out to you.

he led you to the spot he had been dancing in moments before, one hand finding purchase on your waist while the other held your hand.

“if you didn’t like our first kiss, what was your favorite?” you asked softly, lips turning up into a smile when you saw his eyes sparkle affectionately.

“when i finally finished healing from the scars on my face and you kissed the skin for hours. i remember feeling so loved.” he answered honestly, voice becoming thick at the memory. “it meant a lot to me.”

out of instinct, you pressed your lips to his injured cheek, feeling him smile under your lips.

“what about you?” alphonso asked when you pulled away, and you took a moment to stare at his face.

hundreds of memories played in your brain, kisses from the years that you and alphonso and you had shared together. how could you choose one?

“maybe this one.” you said, watching as his brows furrowed. you moved both of your hands to rest on his shoulders, gently leaning into him for a kiss. his hands went to settle on your cheeks, pulling you closer to his chest.

you pulled away with a breathless laugh, the giddy expression on your face mirroring alphonso’s. your eyes fluttered shut as you kissed him again, and again, and again.

angel eyes was slowly coming to a close, but you and alphonso were too enamored with each other to notice.

#alphonso hargreeves #alphonso hargreeves x reader #alphonso hargreeves fluff #alphonso hargreeves imagine #Umbrella Academy #umbrella academy imagine #umbrella academy imagines #umbrella academy x reader #umbrella academy fluff #message received: flower anon!#thank you for requesting <3

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hoteadepresso · 1 year

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okay so we know Noah said that “Wills story ends beautifully”, so we can be pretty certain that Will isn’t dying, and neither is Mike

but indulge my angst loving ass and picture me this

they all get ready for the final showdown, months of training and anxiety finally coming down to this. will has trained with el and was able to begin controlling his powers. he’s not exactly fully confident and skilled, but it’s enough to give everyone hope. their time has run out, its time to be ready.

so the night before its time to venture into the upside down and finish it once and for all, they make a bonfire by the cabin, one last night all together before it’s time to risk everything and fight for everything and everyone they love. they all huddle in groups and pairs, talking quietly, laughing and enjoying themselves despite the grim reality they need to face soon. jonathan is playing music on his radio he dragged out into the woods, thankfully there’s still electricity in the cabin.

mike and will exchange soft glances and slight, “accidental” hand brushes as they listen to dustin ramble. they have been constantly tiptoeing around each other throughout past few months, sharing emotionally loaded moments and slowly becoming as joined at the hip as they used to be when they were kids. mike has been there to soothe will through his nightmares, which got more awful the more vecna regained his strength, and will has been there to ground mike whenever his anxiety and overthinking got the best of him.

so they shift a bit closer, their arms brushing together, and Will slowly lets his head fall on mike’s arm, his eyes closing. mike’s heart is about to burst in his chest as he allows himself to turn his own head slightly, his nose almost brushing wills hair.

and then heroes by david bowie begin playing in the background, and mike finally manages to get it together, and he stands up and pulls will by the hand into the cabin. will follows him without any objections, even though he’s surprised, and when mike closes the door behind them there’s only a soft glow of the bonfire illuminating the cabin, enough for them to see each other’s faces clearly, but not enough to break the intimacy of the moment.

‘dance with me?’ mike asks, his heart in his throat, throwing the caution out the window because they might not live to see another night like this, and grabs wills hands gently when the other boy nods silently, surprise clear in his bright green eyes, cheeks flushed.

and they sway awkwardly, because none of them is much of a dancer, but when mike twirls him twice with a silly focused expression on his face and will laughs, whole face lighting up, mike cant help but stare at him, tender, longing smile on his face, eyebrows scrunching slightly, and he moves closer, his hands finding wills face, fingers sliding into his hair gently, and he roams wills face with a searching look

will blinks up at him slowly, his lips parting slightly and he grabs the collar of mikes jacket, standing on his tiptoes to press his lips against mike’s, who instantly brings one arm around wills waist to pull him closer.

the kiss is gentle, but there’s a sense of desperation, they both want to imprint it in their brains, to stay there and never stop kissing, as if it could make the looming doom disappear

they pull away after some time, and mike lets out a long, shaky sigh

‘will I-‘

‘no.’ will interrupts, his eyes misted over with tears, as he presses their foreheads together ‘you can tell me when it’s all over’

mike nods slowly, his eyes never leaving wills. they remain glued to each other for the rest of the night, hands clasped together between each other in the soft glow of the fire, not exactly caring that much if their friends, their family notice

and when the day comes, they both push on with a newfound strength, something to fight for even more ferociously than before.

will and el join their forces and after a long, exhausting battle they manage to end vecna once and for all, protecting their loved ones.

and when will turns with s bright smile to look into mike’s eyes, ready to run into his arms, to scream that they won together, his body goes cold when he sees a long, sharp tendril piercing through mikes back right through his chest. one, final evil act of the dying monster.

mike’s face is still lit up in relief, as if he didn’t yet realise his chest was rapidly oozing blood, a soft smile on his lips as he looks at will, before dropping as he starts coughing up blood, the lips that made wills dreams come true last night now stained crimson.

the tendril rips out of the boys chest and he falls to his knees, as everyone snaps out of their shock and screams echo in the wasteland they’re in.

will is by mikes side in seconds, grabbing at him helplessly as his best friend, the boy he loves, falls into his lap, violent, bloody coughs shaking his body as he stared desperately in wills eyes. the deep, dark eyes he loved so much were filled with fear, tears glazing them over, as mike grabbed wills arm tightly.

‘w-will…’

will tries to silence him, nonsense reassurances spilling from his mouth as he sobbed, vaguely aware of nancy pressing her shaking hands against the gaping wound in mikes chest, desperately trying to stop the bleeding as sobs wracked her body.

‘I…’ more blood spilling from his mouth ‘lo—‘

he coughs again, gruesome gurgling sound erupting from his throat as he stilled slowly, his hand dropping from wills arm. his eyes remained aware for a few more seconds, staring desperately at will, before the light behind them went out.

everything is drowned out by wills screams, as he desperately tries to push his head against mike’s heart, as if he could will it to beat again.

his heart.

#wow okay i didn’t mean it to turn into sort of a mini fic but #thats how things end up whenever i start something i guess #anyways im really sorry #byler #will byers #mike wheeler #stranger things #byler fic #i guess

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ericshoney · 1 year

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TWICE: Announcing you -their lover- to the fans would include...

Jihyo

~ You and Jihyo had been dating for a year and a half

~ You both decided you wanted to tell the fans

~ You talked to her manager together, who agreed

~ You decided to do a vlive with her

~ “Ready baby?”

~ You nodded as she started the live

~ Many comments and questions rolled through

~ “Everyone, meet my lover Y/n”

~ You both sat watching the comments roll in

~ You both ignored the hate one

~ One comment made you smile a lot

~ “Can you kiss?” You read

~ “With pleasure” Jihyo said with a smile

~ You two share a short but sweet kiss

~ Both of you happy that Jihyo’s fans weren’t upset about her dating you, the real fans that is, you both ignoring the hateful fake ones.

Nayeon

~ You and Nayeon have been dating for two years

~ She was finally allowed to tell the fans

~ She was sat with the other members who all knew about you

~ “There is something I would like to say”

~ The other girls all smiled, knowing what she was going to say.

~ “I have a lover, we’ve been dating for two years now. I want everyone to respect them and if you don’t like our relationship, then your not a true fan.”

~ “ The interviewer was shocked but also looked proud at her confession

~ After the interview and the girls got home, they saw a lot of comments about Nayeon

~ Many being proud and happy for her telling the truth about you

Jeongyeon

~ You two had been dating for six months

~ She was at the company doing a solo vlive

~ She was happily making a few craft bits to keep busy while chatting to the fans

~ She then saw one comment

~ “Jeongyeonie are you dating anyone?”

~ She wanted to tell the fans for a while now and knew this was the right time

~ She glanced at the staff who nodded with smiles

~ “I am their name is Y/n, we’ve been dating for six months and I love them.”

~ “Babe if your watching, I love you~”

~ The comments go crazy

~ She carries on ignoring most of them, not caring what anyone else thinks. She loves you and only your opinion mattered.

Momo

~ You had been dating for a month

~ You was both still new to dating

~ You and Momo were out on a cute date

~ It was relaxing until a small group walked over with their phones out

~ You knew they were fans so you pulled your mask up slightly as Momo greeted them politely.

~ “Momo Unnie who’s this?” One fan asked

~ Momo looked over and smiled, taking your hand

~ “This is my lover, Y/n” She answered happily

~ “Aww so cute~” The fans cried.

~ After seeing their idol the fans left, letting you and Momo carry on with your date, none of them making a big deal or being rude about your relationship, making you both happy.

Sana

~ You and Sana had been dating for three years

~ She loved you a lot

~ You loved her too

~ You was a back up dancer at the company

~ Both of you being told to keep your relationship a secret for a while

~ But when the time came you was allowed to tell the fans, you were both excited and happy

~ You both settled on a simple Instagram post on both your profiles

~ A simple caption of My love 😘

~ You both sat cuddled together watching the comments flood in, happy to finally tell the world.

Mina

~ You and Mina had been dating for eight months

~ Mina loved you a lot, just wasn’t that keen on showing PDA

~ She would kiss and cuddle you at home

~ But not in public

~ When talking about you with the others she would smile wide

~ So when she got asked about dating in an interview she froze

~ “So are any of you dating?”

~ “I am, I have a lover who I’ve been dating for eight months, I love them dearly.” Mina said with a big smile

~ The other girls all respond with their answers, Mina smiling to herself, happy she’s finally told everyone that your the love of her life.

Dahyun

~ You had Dahyun had only been dating for a few weeks

~ Both of you very excited about dating

~ So excited you didn’t care what happened

~ So when a picture was leaked of you two sharing a kiss on a date, questions had to be answered and Dahyun answered them bluntly

~ You both took to vlive together and just as you started it, comments flooded in

~ “Calm down everyone. Yes this is my lover, their name is Y/n, we’ve been dating for a few weeks now and I don’t want to find any of you sending my babe hate!” She told them

~ “We love each other dearly and if you don’t support us that’s fine, its not your relationship, its ours.”

~ You two share a cute kiss before ending the short live, happy with just being together.

Chaeyoung

~ You and Chaeyoung had been dating for four months

~ You worked as a make up artist at the company

~ You was busy doing her make up while she was messing around on her phone

~ She then asked you the second most important question in your life (second to marriage)

~ “Ready to be known as my lover to the world baby?”

~ You looked at her in shock, it was a bit sudden but you didn’t want to be a secret

~ “Yes” You answered happily

~ She smiled and you saw her taking a mirror selfie, on you was seen in too

~ She uploaded it to her Instagram with the caption My make up babe😍

~ She tagged you and you saw many comments rolling in

~ “I love you” She said sweetly

~ “I love you too” You replied joyfull

~ You was happy with the simple but effective way to tell the fans about your happy relationship

Tzuyu

~ You and Tzuyu had been dating for just over a year

~ The other girls loved your relationship together

~ You always made each other smile

~ So when you surprised Tzuyu at a performance she was very excited

~ So excited that she brought you on stage and kissed you

~ The fans and girls screamed

~ She pulled away and smiled, holding you tightly

~ “Everyone meet my lover Y/n!” She shouted in joy

~ The fans screamed your name happily

~ They loved you for making their idol happy

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Hearts of Lust: Chapter 41

Pairing Kim Namjoon X Reader

Genre: Collage!AU, Smut

Word Count: 2.9K

Warning: Cursing, mentions of smut, smut, consumption of alcohol, mentions of violence, violence, crack personality disorders, Chaotic energy, mental break downs, panic attacks.

Summary: College is any young adult's prime years, at least that's what Lee (y/n) and Kim Namjoon thought. The two are infamous for two reasons, by two very different crowds. Among the professors they are picture perfect students with perfect scores, attendance, and image. However, among the student body they're the very essence of lust with amazing bodies, sex appeal, and skill. The two, although strikingly similar, butt heads quite a bit with competitions of everything from grades to who can get a person to drop their pants the fastest. With the two of them ready to conquer the school year it's all a matter of Go Big or Home.

October is the busiest month for us, mostly because of Jimin. Not only does he throw one to the biggest parties of the year, it's also his birthday. Jimin's Halloween party is usually a public event, while his birthday is usually something the group celebrates by ourselves.

Jimin's Halloween parties are legendary next to my Valentine's Day parties and RM's Summer bashes. Last year the party theme was London 1800s harlots, RM's house was decorated like an 1800s pub and all the guys dressed as gentlemen of London. Even if they acted like anything but gentlemen, I however dressed as a Harlot as well as acted as one.

Jimin's birthday however was a lot more chill, He used his birthday command to rent out an entire strip club and its dancers. Even when we had dancers Jimin, Hobi, and I still made the most money that night on the catwalk and poles.

This year I have no idea what Jimin has planned, all he told us was that he wants to spend his birthday at the fair that's in town and that none of us are to get him gifts. Who are we to tell him no? So here we are complying to the birthday boy's wish.

It's a bit colder now and we plan to stay out as long as we can. So I dress as warm and light as I can with a hoodie and jeans. I pair my leather jacket over the hoodie and a pair of low cut converse.

I put on very little makeup and throw my hair in a ponytail with a few loose strands. I went to the bank and pulled out a hundred and fifty bucks to spend. I'm sure with Yoongi around I won't even get to spend half of it unless I manage to pull an under the table move like steal his wallet.

Shin is invited as well so RM went to pick her up as early as he could. He told me he picked up Jungkook on the way. Jin is taking his own car with Hoseok and Jimin for the ride, While Yoongi plans to pick me and Tae up.

As I wait for Yoongi to pick me up I look through the house for my keys, an annoying habit of mine is losing my shit at inconvenient times. I can't tell you how many times I've left my phone or wallet at a hookup’s house.

I hear pounding on the door and I sigh, When I open the door Yoongi sent me an annoyed look. "I lost my Keys!" I defend Yoongi's annoyance grew into irritation. "One day I'm getting you a chain that way you won't lose your shit!" He snaps pushing his way in to help me look.

I look in my studio as Yoongi searches elsewhere, my keys aren't in the studio after looking. When I go to check with Yoongi he pulls them out of the bowl sitting on my coffee table. Yoongi shoves them into my hands before pushing me out the door and into the car.

Yoongi drove us to Tae's blaring his own track of music, When we pulled up Tae came running down his driveway. His hair bounces with every stride and a boxy smile is plastered on his face, over all it makes him look like the cutest little kid. Even if he did dress in a leather jacket, ripped jeans, and black army boots.

Tae throws himself into the car and quickly situates himself behind me, "Noona!" He cheers. He leans over and plants a quick kiss to my cheek before sitting back in his seat. The drive to the fair is long since we have to drive out of city limits.

Tae is luckily the quietest out of the three Maknaes, I can't imagine how Namjoon is handling the rowdy Jungkook. Especially with Shin in the car with him. Jimin can be quiet but tends to get easily excited when something catches his attention.

When we finally locate the Fair Namjoon and his group are already there. Just after we pull in and get out Jin and his group pulls in behind us. I smile at Shin as she excitedly hugs me when she gets the chance.

"Alright Jimin, you dragged us all out here for your birthday. What's the plan?" I sigh, Jimin tilts his head to the side with a confused look "We're supposed to have a plan?" he questions. I laughed breathlessly and shook my head, "That works too I guess," Hobi muses.

"Let's get in and see what they have before we do anything," Jin suggests, we all agreed quickly and paid our entry fee. Inside the Fair booth upon booths line a seemingly almost endless path. A few rides here and there but nothing too big, A few spin rides, bumper cars, and a small ferris wheel.

"Alright let's get tickets to ride the rides then I'll use my command." Jimin grins. And just like that we're buying tickets and standing in line to ride our first ride, which Just happens to be the giant top with hanging seats.

To our luck all of us are able to get on at the same time at the price of five tickets. As I'm strapped in, Shin sits in front of me with Jin behind me. Once we're all strapped in, the ride starts and even then Hobi and Jin are already in a panic, when the ride actually starts to spin I'm throwing my head back in laughter as I hear Jin and Hobi scream in fear.

The ride lasts only a few minutes but after we're all off Jin and Hobi are bending over trying to regain their sanity. "Are they always...this..." Shin whispers but doesn't finish seeming too scared to say it.

"This scared? Yeah!" I laugh loudly, Jin's head snaps up to shoot me a sharp glare. I snort and lift my eyebrow at his attempt to intimidate me. "moving on!" I call pushing the group to a new ride.

I chose the spinning tea cups, there are three tea cups and there's a three person maximum per cup. Even though we had to let a small group ahead of us to make sure we all got on at the same time, we eventually got to get on. I got in a group with Namjoon and Jin, our kids got grouped together, leaving the family of three left in their own group.

Upon the go ahead from the worker Namjoon and I spin the little spindle in the cup as fast as we can. Jin screamed as we started to gain speed, "WE'RE ALREADY SPINNING FAST ENOUGH! DON'T SPIN THE DAMN CUP TOO!" He screamed at us.

I laugh harder at Jin's terrified face. I can hear Shin giggling loudly in the cup to our right and Hobi screaming in the cup to our left. My eyes widen as I feel myself sliding in the cup, "OH MY GOD! NAMJOON GET HER! SHE'LL FALL OUT!" Jin panics.

Namjoon doesn't think twice before pulling me into him and wrapping an arm around me. He kept two hands on the spindle to keep me firmly against him. The ride ends shortly after and Jin rushes out of the cup as soon as the door opens.

Namjoon lets go and we both follow after him, "WHAT DID I TELL YOU TWO! (Y/N) ALMOST WENT FLYING OUT OF THE CUP!" Jin scolds loudly. I sigh and look over at Namjoon who holds one finger up. I huff before nodding agreeing to give him the point. "ARE YOU TWO SERIOUSLY PASSING POINTS TO EACH OTHER?!" Jin screams.

"Okay Jin they get it. Now stop yelling, people are staring, and not in the good way." Yoongi sighs gesturing to the staring who quickly shuffle away upon being pointed out. Jin huff and crosses his arms, "Fine but you two aren't allowed on the next ride!" Jin demanded. Namjoon and I groan before following after a still pissed Jin.

It only got worse when we found out the next ride was bumper cars, Namjoon and I stood outside the ring watching the rest have their fun. Despite being punished I still grinned as I watched Taehyung, Jungkook, and Shin have their fun.

I snap a few cute pictures of the three as well as the others. "(Y/N)?" I hear Namjoon call, I hum in response to signal I'm listening. "What do you plan to do after school?" He asks, "Intern at a few places, build a reputation, and ultimately become a head of a design team." I answer smoothly.

"Would you be willing to come work with Yoongi and I?" He asks, my eyes widen. "You would want me?" I question quietly, "Definitely, you're talented (Y/n). If you were to come work with us I'm positive we'll have an edge on the industry." Namjoon grins stilling watching our friends.

I felt warmness bubble up at the compliment, "Please, I'm sure you and Yoongi are more than enough edge in the first place." I laugh. Namjoon shrugs "There's nothing wrong with too much edge. All the more better to wipe out competitors early anyway." He muses. "That is true," I grin with a nod.

Our conversation ends when our friends all come off the ride. "I want to use my command now!" Jimin cheers. "What can we do for you Jiminie?" I smile, "Each of you have to win me a birthday present from different booths, meaning once someone wins me a gift from one booth no one else can play that game to win me a gift." Jimin explains.

My eyes widen, "Dibs on the goldfish ping pong!" I yelp. The other men around me start to call dibs on games they're best at until we all have a game we'll play for Jimin. "Divide and conquer! I'm going with Shin!" I grin taking Shin by the hand and running off.

"TAKE A GUY WITH YOU! GIRLS SHOULDN'T BE GOING OFF BY THEMSELVES!" Jin called after us, "WELL HURRY UP ONE OF YOU!" I yell back. Yoongi is quick to catch up to us leaving the remaining men to figure out who's to be with who.

We decided to play Yoongi's game first, which happens to be Darts. Shin and I watch as Yoongi receives five darts, to get the best score he has to land three of the golden balloons. Right off the bat Yoongi lands one of the golden balloons, he then hits a red balloon, and then another gold one. Yoongi hits a green balloon next leaving him one dart left to hit the last golden balloon. I let out a sigh of relief as he managed to hit the last balloon.

Yoongi picks out a giant stuffed bear as the prize. I however want the giant dragon hanging up for myself. I pay the fee and only hit two golden balloons with my five darts. I only got to pick a normal sized prize, which was a heart shaped plush that I gave to Shin.

"Which one were you trying to get?" Yoongi asks once he sees my slight pout. "The fluffy dragon." I grumble, Yoongi glances at the dragon and then back at me. He smirks before handing me the giant bear.

Yoongi pays the fee again and I nearly choke on air as he hits the three golden balloons on his first three darts, he doesn't even throw the remaining two before he demands the fluffy dragon. The booth worker hands over the prize to Yoongi who then trades me the dragon for the bear.

I squeeze the dragon with a large grin, "Thank you Suga!" I sing. Yoongi throws an arm around me with a smug smirk on his face, "Anything for you darling." He chimes and plants a small kiss on the side of my head. The three of us made our way to Shin's game, she chose to play cup stacking.

She had to stack and unstack cups below an almost impossible time to receive the top prize. She fails her first time, "It's fine Shin, I'm sure it takes a few tries to warm up." I smile. She nodded her head and sure enough two more tries and she smashes the score. Shin got to pick out a very large pink feathery boa.

"You know, I didn't even know they made them that big!" I laugh looking at the boa that nearly swallows Shin as she keeps it wrapped around her neck. "I didn't either," Yoongi muses as he too looks at the girl.

We finally make our way to the goldfish ping pong booth, "I've always sucked at this game." Yoongi mutters as I pay for my ten ping pong balls. "That's because you lack a gentle hand." I mutter tossing my ball in the middle of the rows of small goldfish bowls.

"The trick is to throw softly and aim for the middle or first few rows. That way if you throw it too hard it bounces into another bowl." I mumble, focusing on landing the balls in without bouncing them into different bowls than the one I aimed for.

"Or..." I smirk, "If you're a professional...." I whisper before putting a spin on my next ball. The ping pong ball lands in a bowl then spins in circles on the inside. "Show off," I hear Yoongi mutter, I roll my eyes and land my tenth ball into a bowl.

"Since you managed to land all ten you can pick a betta from our collection," The booth worker explains pointing to the rows of betas. The pretty fish came in lots of colors and fin shapes, I wonder which one Jimin would like?

I scan each one before picking one with a yellow white Ombre body and fins. I collected my prize and started to walk away when Shin pulled on my jacket, "Unnie?" she calls looking away to the fish. "I know you won me something already but do you think you could..." She spoke meekly looking from me to the almost translucent white Betta.

The Betta is a pretty white that's so pure you can vaguely see the belly of it, The fin span is wide resembling a large fan. "Of course honey," I smile. "Yoongi hold my dragon!" I demand, "I got your dragon baby! Go kick that ping pong's ass!" He grins upon taking my stuffed animal. I gently hand Shin the Betta I won for Jimin before paying for ten ping pong balls.

I put myself in try hard mode as I quickly landed all ten ping pong balls. The man hands me the white betta which I then gave to shin. Shin gives me back my betta and Yoongi gives me back my dragon. "What are you going to name him?" I question, "Him?" She asks.

"Yeah, Male betta's have bigger fins and brighter colors to attract mates." I inform, Shin's eyes widen at the knowledge before looking down at the beta in her hands. "I think I'll name him Casper," She smiles.

"Like the ghost?" Yoongi asks, Shin nods. "It makes sense." I smile nodding my head in approval. The three of us slowly make our way in the direction of the meet up point, but we stop every now and then to play a game.

I manage to win Yoongi a small stuffed dog and Yoongi wins Shin a pair of fairy wings. By the time we actually make it to the meet up point Jimin already has a handful of presents. "So how'd it go?" I ask the group.

"Well..." Namjoon sighs, "Jin entered a beauty contest, and somehow won." Namjoon starts. "He gave Jimin the crown he won," Namjoon points out, sure enough a huge ass diva crown is placed on Jimin's head.

"Hobi won a dance revolution contest and got him this jacket," he explains holding up the bright yellow bomber jacket. It's cute and I'm sure Jimin can pull it off. "I entered a Trivia contest and won him a pair of sunglasses," he continued as he held up a pair of sunglasses that should go well with the jacket.

"Taehyung entered a reflex challenge and won him a stuffed puppy." Namjoon said, pointing to the puppy in Jimin's hands. " and Jungkook did the quest of strength and won a life size teddy bear." Namjoon scoffs as Jungkook waves the large teddy bear around. "So how did you do?" He questions.

"Well Yoongi played the dart game and won him a teddy bear," I explain as Yoongi handed him the bear. "He also won me the dragon." I grin holding it up. "Shin played the cup stacking and won him this huge ass boa," I laugh, untangling the boa from her to wrap it around Jimin. "And I won you a betta at the ping pong goldfish." I grin handing the fish over to him. Jimin's eyes light up at the new pet.

"What's all the other stuff?" Tae questions, "We had time to kill. I won Shin a White beta she named Casper and a heart plush, I got Yoongi a stuffed puppy, while Yoongi won Shin fairy wings." I shrug. "ahh," Taehyung hums.

"I see the rest of you won something for yourselves as well!" I laugh seeing different prizes between the rest of them. They all nodded, "Well let's get home, the fair is going to close soon." Jimin spoke up with a small yawn.

That's all we need to hear before we start to pile into cars. "Thanks for the birthday!" Jimin calls out before climbing into the car. I let out a blissful sigh as I relaxed into the seat and snuggled into my dragon. It was a good night...

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Powerless (2017) | Chapter 11, "No Ordinary Girl"

Years after Sarah’s wit and bravery saved her brother and brought the Labyrinth to its knees, her daughter Andie is transported to what remains of that same fantastical place, somewhere she thought only existed in her favorite childhood stories. To find her way back home, she must traverse what’s left of the crumbling kingdom, find a way to set both moments and magic in motion again, and even save the Goblin King, himself. But who will save her from him?

Powerless is a SFW slow-burn romance between Jareth and an original female character. The story overall contains descriptions of fantasy violence, mild suggestive content, and grief regarding family illness. Chapter-by-chapter warnings will be provided as well.

Summary: Andie is reunited with the group amidst a squabble with the goblins. She and Jareth have a heart-to-heart about her return.

Pairing: Jareth x Fem!OC

Warnings: None

Word Count: 3.4k

"What's this?"

"Oh! Careful, sweetie," Sarah had warned gently, steadying Andie's tiny hands on the familiar, dainty music box with the dancer at its center. "It's a music box." Wide jade eyes had taken in the trinket and the little girl looked it over for how to start it. "Here, hold on." She'd kissed the top of Andie's head and reached around her to turn the key under the base, winding it four times before releasing it and easing it back into the child's grasp. The two watched the dancer turn as notes were gently plucked from the mechanism inside, both observing the heirloom's progress until the music faded. "It was my mother's."

"I want to have it someday!" Colette had interjected as always once she heard that, knowing that was leading up to the "and someday it will be yours" conversation and not wanting to be out anything potentially important.

Before seven-year-old Andie could get huffy, Sarah had laughed in her good-natured way, faint creases decorating the corners of her eyes from how often she smiled. "Maybe someday. But for now, go help Dad finish with dinner, okay?"

Both girls had gotten up and, while Colette raced to be the first in the kitchen, Andie lingered and continued to peek into the cardboard box. "Who is this?" she asked, a standard 4x6 photo now holding her attention.

Sarah smiled. "Me when I was your age."

Andie looked shocked. "Really?" She studied the picture with renewed interest. "What are you holding?"

Sarah leaned forward and looked at the photo before answering, "Oh, he was a special one. That was my favorite teddy bear, Lancelot."

"Why isn't he in the box?"

"He got lost in transition to my first house with Dad, I'm afraid," Sarah sighed before conspiratorially whispering, "I think he might have been a bit jealous."

Andie laughed and, upon hearing David call them for dinner, ran to the doorway and paused, looking back at her mom as she put away the music box where they'd unearthed it—the small box that remained of her childhood belongings. The one she still had years and years later. "Will Colette get it?" Andie had wondered and Sarah had noted for what would be one amongst a thousand times that her youngest was old in soul. Where Colette would have asked that question with tears beading in her eyes before even having an answer and then given a shrill, "That's not fair!" before storming away, Andie had looked hopeful and asked for the answer Sarah would give, not the answer Andie necessarily wanted.

Sarah had contemplated her daughter silently. Colette was the spitting image of Sarah's younger self in personality and reactiveness. Andie was her spitting image in appearance. How strange it was to look at her baby girl and see herself, but know that her daughter would see the entire world so differently through the jewel-like eyes she had inherited from her mother. In some ways, Sarah counted herself as glad for that.

She'd smiled at last and said, "Maybe. Maybe not. But that's our secret, sweets. Understand?"

Andie grinned, missing two teeth. "Got it," she had whispered before disappearing, too.

"Oh, now there you go, dear, much better in your room, now isn't it? Hmmm?"

Would you shut up…, Andie griped mentally, as for now she needed the strange old woman to think that she had the upper hand. She had no idea what kinds of dangers she might pose, particularly on her turf in enclosed space. Keeping her head, Andie took a good look at the room, trying to surreptitiously locate where she'd seen a golden sheen and just hoping beyond hope that it hadn't been some part of the illusion. "Um, yeah. Awesome."

"Now, let's see here… Ooh, how about some board games, you love your board games, don't you?"

"Whatever, knock yourself out—wait, what the—" Andie had lost control of her words for a moment, but suddenly she felt light thuds smack into her back and, when the weight didn't disappear, she looked over her shoulder. "Are you kidding me?"

"Let's see what else we've got here… Oooh!"

"What is this?" Andie demanded under her breath as she tried to get the box stuck to her back to budge and it did no such thing. She looked at the woman's crumpled, junk-ridden back and got a sickening sensation in her stomach. I have to get the cog and bail.

"Here are your bunny rabbits, too! Ooh, you love your bunnies, dear!" She felt more objects—at least these were lighter—being stacked on her back and she realized that to win the game, she had to play it.

Andie let herself relax and wandered over toward the bookshelf over the bed, pulling off a couple of books and putting them on the rest of the stuff accumulating on her back and shoulders. Books, of course, you just had to go with books, heaviest freaking things in the freaking room! She continued to move over her mother's old possessions in a stoic, zombielike way, earning delighted crowing ooh's from the woman alongside some commentary over what she was choosing, making it incredibly clear that the woman was watching her progress closely.

She continued to pull books and sort through some of the stuffed animals lying about, unable to avoid noticing in her search what belongings had survived the moves Sarah had made from her father's house to the homes she'd had after getting married. Andie could see the music box out of the corner of her eye and remembered finding it as a child and also how it managed to soothe her ailing mother now. Her heartstrings pulled; all this time in the Labyrinth and she'd hardly given thought to her mother's condition. Though it wasn't terminal and she was doing better, she was still in a state of confusion and Andie was sure that, no matter how much time had passed in the real world, Colette had managed to put her foot in her mouth at least three times since her departure. Give her some credit, Andie, at least she's started to really try.

"Oooh, look what I've found!" Andie looked over and saw the woman eying up the glistening scepter still in her hand. "That's a lovely thing, no? Don't you want to add that to your collection?" Andie debated internally, trying to think of a good excuse to keep it in her hand while she pawed through the room, but while she hesitated, the Junk Lady advanced. "That would look very nice on my back, don't you think so…"

"It's mine," Andie said firmly, startling the woman. "And I'm saving it for last. For the very top."

"Oooh… A good idea, my dear," the Junk Lady said, but only half-convincingly. She still eyed the scepter like a hungry vulture, but she backed away at the solidity of Andie's resolve, going off to look through another part of the room. When she continued with her cooing, Andie continued to look. Finally, on the wall shelf, she saw the glittering again in a more concentrated area. Without seeming too suspicious, Andie maneuvered her way over to the shelves of displayed toys and looked for the source, finally seeing a golden cog wedged into a crack at the back of one of the cubbies. Thank goodness this wasn't for nothing, my back will ache for days, she thought dismally as she reached in and plucked it out, wondering how it had ended up there in the first place.

Tucking the gear into her palm, Andie heard the Junk Lady shuffle in behind her, attempting to add more things to her back, but she'd found what she wanted now. No more games.

With that, Andie straightened and dumped the entire hoard of stuff she'd accumulated onto the woman once she'd gotten close enough and, while the Junk Lady screeched from underneath the pile, Andie looked for a way out. She spotted one and took one step across the bed toward it, but hesitated, looking back at the shelves for a reason she couldn't quite place. As soon as she took another look, she knew why; sitting in one of the center cubbies—a place of honor, she was sure—was a teddy bear she'd seen in a picture a long time ago. Lancelot.

Without hesitating any longer, she took the bear off the shelf and hurdled over the struggling gremlin and the piles of junk littering the floor. In a split-second decision, Andie grabbed a blue backpack off the floor, tossed it over her shoulder and then started to climb up the peeling, disintegrated wall at the far side of the room, using broken bits of the wall and trash that had fallen through for leverage.

After twice nearly falling back in when the trash heaps shifted, she finally made her way out, still hearing the Junk Lady shouting for her to come back behind her. Andie stood straight and took a deep breath once she was free, which was a horrid idea as she was still in a junkyard. She wrinkled her nose and opted to go through the backpack after discarding the bandages around her torso, which had made her climb harder than it had needed to be. As she cut the bandages off with her dagger, she figured that if the Junk Lady actually came after her while she got herself sorted, she could totally take her as long as she didn't have some crazy hidden power she wasn't aware of.

"She would've used it back there," Andie decided aloud before dropping the bandages at her feet and unzipping the bag, looking inside. It was more or less empty apart from a notebook, a pack of pens, a petite drawstring bag, and a dusty costume store flower crown. When Andie touched the crown and a few of the petals fell off, she tossed the whole thing out of the bag to make space, but kept the writing implements because maybe she would need them? She placed the teddy bear inside and took a look at the drawstring pouch, which ended up containing little more than plastic gems. She opened it and instead of dumping out the worthless "jewels," she saved them for Hoggle's amusement and just put the cog inside with them, pulling the strings tightly before putting the bag over her shoulders and juggling the scepter back into her hand from where she'd pinned it beneath her arm.

Andie looked over the distance between herself and the Goblin City gates, frowning a bit before deciding she had no choice but to hike through about a mile of trash. She could only hope that there weren't any more traps to be found. She did notice movement here and there and realized soon enough that those movements were from others like the Junk Lady and Andie wondered how many had fallen for her grandmotherly charade and had remained here after failing to get wherever they were going.

She shook off the thoughts—she couldn't think about that. Instead, Andie trudged forward through the junkyard, trying to hurry and get herself as far from this place as she could.

After trekking through mounds of clutter and muttering that the first thing she was going to do upon her return home was clean her apartment top to bottom—though it was, thankfully, not even close to resembling this ridiculous place—Andie stepped off the last heap, almost tottering when the ground didn't move beneath her weight. Regaining her balance, she adjusted the backpack on her shoulders and lightly tapped the end of the scepter against her leg as she walked, an absent-minded action that somehow helped her focus.

Andie moved past the gates she'd seen her comrades disappear through, scrutinizing at the crumbled city before her. Some of the damage looked like the rest of the Labyrinth's state of disarray, but some of the houses and walls looked like they'd been hit with things, small circular craters that could have been from cannonballs decorating the sand-colored stone. As she walked deeper into the city, she started to call out names, giving up on searching for them when they may be long gone. "Jareth? Hoggle? Nyle? Anybody?"

She frowned as she reached what was likely the center of the Goblin City and inhaled deeply to try one more time when an unpleasantly familiar, grating voice intercepted hers. "Well, well, look who it is!" crowed the goblin from the wall, sitting on a nearby stoop.

"Piss off," she muttered in its general direction, starting to walk again.

"No chance of you getting out of here this time, you know," it said smugly.

"Whatever, leave me alone."

"Ready?" She turned to say something more colorful when it shouted, "Now!" Suddenly armored goblins were coming at her this way and that with all manners of weapons including swords too big for them to comfortably handle, tiny cannons, and weird toothy monsters on sticks. Shit, she thought to herself as she backed away from the oncoming hordes, soon finding herself surrounded and opting to take higher ground by standing atop the well at the middle of the courtyard.

"What the hell do you want from me?!" she demanded, wielding the scepter before her as a clear threat.

"Get her! Charge!" the goblins all squealed in a collaboration of noise as they ambushed her. When she heard one of them in the back yell, "Fire!" she had the good sense to look up just in time to wield the scepter like a bat and swing, knocking away the cannonball flying toward her, its legs flailing as it sailed back toward its source. She was haphazardly knocking the goblins back, fending them off until a massive boulder tumbled through the courtyard, sending a good two thirds of the goblins toppling under or away from its mass.

Andie looked over toward where the boulder had come from and saw that her traveling party had come back and were fighting off the goblins hellbent on attacking her, likely as payback for the last time she'd nearly been carried off by them and had escaped. But, really, who knew the motives of goblins?

As she was looking over toward her friends, one of the goblins jumped her, nearly knocking them both back into the well. However, Andie grabbed the wrought iron arch over the well opening and hung on, smacking the goblin with the scepter until it slipped off of her and dazedly fell down the hole with a splash. She kicked her legs and swung herself back onto the edge of the well, stepping down now that she was able to with Didymus and Leona leading the fight against the goblins, Nyle and Jareth more or less helping for their own amusement as Ludo continued to manipulate the rocks and Hoggle, well, hid nearby. A goblin sneaking up behind Jareth caught her eye and she shouted at him before tossing the scepter toward him, which he caught before finally getting the hint and turning around to face the mutinous creature behind him, who quickly cowered under his king's wrath.

Soon enough, the courtyard had cleared and they were all left in the dusty city, scuffed and newly exhausted. "I can't believe you're alive," Nyle finally noted after a long silence amongst them. "What happened?"

"Uh, I fell… Ended up in the castle… Went through another void when I couldn't find a different way out," Andie said as she caught her breath from the unexpected brawl. "And then I hiked through a junkyard to get here when I saw you guys come through the gates."

"I thought I heard something," Didymus huffed and she guessed he'd attested to that and the others hadn't believed him or something to that effect. "Forgive us, my lady."

"It's okay, I'm just glad it all worked out," Andie said honestly. "What brought you all here?"

"A poor navigator," Nyle said, squinting toward Didymus. "But it wasn't all for naught. We were able to climb up one of the houses and spotted the Wiseman's usual post just a few turns over. Incidentally, being up there was how we saw you, too."

"Glad for it," Andie admitted. "Thanks."

"Any time," Hoggle said firmly and Andie didn't have the heart to point out that he hadn't done a damn thing. "So, should we get going?"

They all agreed to head out and at least get part of the way there before resting up as per usual in one of the pathways. Andie took a moment to get the pouch from her backpack as they walked and got the cogs from Hoggle to keep with the one she'd found, giving him the plastic gems and laughing at the gleam they put in his eyes as he added them to his collection. It occurred to her that the only one who hadn't said a word to her yet was Jareth when she looked over to see him staring at the open bag and the bear inside. He spun the scepter between his fingers and Andie took that as a good diversion. "I found that in the castle when I was looking for a way out. Figured you might want it."

"I can't do much with it without magic, I'm afraid," he said bluntly. "But thank you."

"Sure," she murmured, walking along behind the others and dropping the conversation.

A long few moments stretched in silence between the two of them until Jareth finally sighed. "I daresay I owe you an apology."

"For what?"

He looked almost scandalized. "Are you joking?"

"No, I'm confused, actually."

"Back in the jungle. I asked you to trust me."

"…Yes?" Andie said uncertainly, her tone urging him to expand on that.

"I failed you. And, for that, I am truly sorry." He frowned faintly. "You placed your trust in me and it could have killed you."

"Could have. Didn't," she said, a bit uncomfortable. "Look, it's all right. It wasn't your fault that I fell. Okay?"

"It doesn't matter," Jareth sighed, looking ahead instead of directly at her, which was unusual for him. "I could have… You were nearly lost and it would have been on my hands. Regardless of whose fault it was, the result would have been devastating. Fair enough?"

"Fair enough," Andie said quietly. What did he mean by that?

"Though I do wonder what inspired you to take this along," he noted as he twirled the silver scepter.

"I don't know, really. It looked important," she admitted sheepishly as she watched the object move fluidly under his manipulation.

He smirked and she felt relieved when she saw that, thinking maybe things were coasting back toward normal after the odd tension of their reunion. "As considerate as your actions were, your return was much more important."

Andie wasn't sure how to respond to that, so the two walked in silence until the group stopped to rest, as Nyle had declared they were halfway to where they'd seen the Wiseman earlier on and that he would still be there after they had all rested and regained their strength. Jareth yawned widely and looped his arms loosely around Andie's shoulders, leaning his cheek heavily on the side of her head. "Sleep. A grand notion."

"Could you act your age? For two seconds?"

"Where's the fun in that? Be a dear and snuggle."

"You absolute ass, get off me."

After he'd finished laughing at her—which took a good while longer than she would have liked—they found a spot near the maze wall in their normal proximity to one another. Ambrosius and Didymus fell asleep nearby and Andie heard them snoring almost immediately and it was hilariously in unison. She felt Jareth lean his head on her shoulder and allowed it, relaxing and closing her eyes as the rest of the group quieted, themselves.

Andie had just settled in when she felt something suspicious. "I swear to god, if you just licked my ear…"

"Dear girl, I don't know what you're talking about." He mused about her "dirty mind" for a moment more under his breath and when she didn't retaliate, he finally dozed off. Andie looked down at him, at his peaceful features slackened by sleep, and sighed a bit, a faint smile working across her lips as she shook her head and got comfortable without jarring him, soon losing herself to unconsciousness, too.

Across the pathway, Nyle watched them through one half-open eye, calculating again until his features tightened incrementally with resolve and his lid slid the rest of the way closed.

Next chapter: Chapter 12, "It's Only Forever"

#labyrinth #labyrinth fanfiction #labyrinth fanfic #jareth x oc #jareth the goblin king #jareth #slow burn #angst with a happy ending #the labyrinth #romance fanfiction

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motownfiction · 1 year

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love interruption

Carrie doesn’t want to break it off with Sam. She likes him a lot. He’s funny and smart and he pays more attention to her than pretty much anyone in the world, including her own mother. If she had more of a choice, she wouldn’t need to break things off with him at all. And maybe she’s kidding herself about how much choice she does (and doesn’t) have. Maybe she’s making it all up. All she really knows today is that she doesn’t want to break it off with Sam.

She just wants to get back together with Charlie more.

And it’s stupid. She knows it’s stupid when she looks into Sam’s big brown eyes, and he looks at her like he could love her … like maybe he already does, sometimes, in the right light with the right score underneath their breathing. She can feel on her face that she’s looking at him the same way. If he hadn’t been so considerate and so worried when Charlie dumped her (and she disappeared into her bedroom for three weeks), maybe none of this would have happened. Carrie knows it wouldn’t. She always told herself not to look at Sam that way, no matter how handsome he is, no matter how much they have in common, no matter how easy it is to talk to him. She’s probably the shyest person in the world, but talking to Sam has always been like breathing through her nose. Easier and easier. More and more necessary for survival. But that’s not how it works anymore. It’s not how it ever should have worked in the first place. You don’t get to fall in love with two men at once. You don’t get to fall in love with two brothers, ever.

She’s an idiot. She’s a stupid fucking idiot. She can’t believe either of them would want to be around her. She can barely stand to be around her stupid self.

Maybe she should stop calling herself stupid. It’s not making this any easier.

When she tries to tell Sam about why she’s leaving him (if they can call it that, since they were never really together, not by the light of the sun), he never quite lets her finish. He interrupts her, like that’s going to make her stay. A part of her thinks maybe it will work. A part of her considers letting it. After all, she’s still standing in front of him. She’s still listening.

You said a few days ago you don’t even know if you’re still in love with him.

True. Carrie did say that. True, too, that she still feels like. She doesn’t know if she’s still in love with Charlie – not after the way he dumped her, and not after the way it feels to kiss Sam early in the morning when she hasn’t found her inhibitions yet. But that doesn’t matter. She got into this with Charlie a long, long time ago, even before he was in it himself. She can’t just leave now. She started this, and now, she’s going to see it through. She’ll figure out how to be in love with him again. It was always easy before.

But we work so well together.

True. Carrie and Sam have always worked well together. They have so much to talk about, and when Carrie listens to “Tiny Dancer,” she still closes her eyes and pictures him … feels him, even when he’s far away from her. Some of her best and hardest laughs have been with Sam Doyle, right here in this room, curled up right next to him in the bed. But just because they have great conversations doesn’t mean she can just give up on Charlie. She has always loved him, and they have good conversations, too.

What if I don’t want you to go?

Carrie’s heart sinks. Of course Sam phrased it like a question. When somebody gives you a question, you’re a coward if you don’t answer. Carrie Sullivan is a lot of things, but she refuses to be a coward. Her blood feels like a whirlpool as she tries to make words out of what she’s feeling … out of what she tells herself she shouldn’t feel. It’s all about obligation. It’s all about never giving up. Once Carrie has her eyes fixed on something, she needs to make it happen. Her eyes were fixed on Charlie for so long. Even when she wants to give Sam the look of love, she knows it’s blurry. She knows she won’t give herself the time to focus.

“I just have to go,” Carrie says, holding back stupid tears. “I’m sorry.”

And she is sorry.

Just not sorry enough to leave Charlie.

#drabble #ch: carrie sullivan #ch: sam doyle #ship: tiny dancer #year: 1987 #pelopides #thank you!

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bruh-changbin · 2 years

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we can dance again

pairing: dancer!lee minho x afab reader

requested: yes

genre: smut, angst, some fluff if you squint (minors dni)

warnings: kissing, oral (f recieving), face sitting/riding, fingering (f recieving), tit fucking, cum eating, public sex, exhibitionism, brief mention of masturbation (f)

word count: 8.8k

a/n: me? posting 2 fics in one month? unheard of. this is for the lovely @ddeungies , take this as a late birthday/early 2 year friendship anniversary present. you of all people know how fucking LONG i've been working on this baby, so i hope you enjoy. (p.s: i have something fun planned and will likely post within the next week, stay tuned ;))

part 2 to this blurb

photos not mine, credits to original owners (retrieved from Pinterest)

sex is… difficult

which is contrary to popular belief. most people believe that sex is easy, and that love is difficult. but if you think about it, it can go either way.

because sex can lead to love, and that’s where it can catch you off guard if you’re not careful. even if you somehow convince yourself that there’s ‘no strings attached’ and you’re just fucking to feel good, the pesky desire for something more can sneak up on you.

which, unfortunately, is your current unpleasant reality.

picture this: it’s mid december, and you’re practically hibernating under a mountain of blankets in your frigid apartment. the weather forecast says there will be flurries for the whole week, and the view outside your window proves that to be true.

a familiar chime sounds from your phone and you peer at the screen, seeing that you’ve received a text from none other than your best friend hyunjin.

[11:36 am] jinnie: what are your plans exactly 2 weeks from today?

of course, you had nothing planned, your calendar blank for the rest of the month and even into the beginning of january.

so, when hyunjin sends you pictures of a gorgeous chalet with intentions of renting it for a weekend, you hopped on board.

the following 2 weeks went by at a steady pace as you anticipated this short holiday get away with your friends. sure, the city can be beautiful during the winter, but nothing beats the breathtaking view of pine trees and ski slopes covered in dazzling white snow.

hyunjin picked you up at 9:45 on a friday morning, with felix was sitting in the back struggling to bluetooth pair his phone with hyunjins car. once you hopped into the passenger's seat and buckled your seatbelt, you were off. the drive was surprisingly relaxing despite felix talking almost non-stop the entire ride, and in 2 hours, give or take, you had arrived.

thankfully, the chalet looked exactly like the pictures and hyunjin heaved a sigh of relief knowing that he wasn’t scammed. the exterior was constructed entirely of thick pine logs, with dozens of windows allowing for a grand view of the ski resort that was just a quick drive away. the interior had everything you’d expect: fireplace, hot tub, king size beds in every bedroom. hyunjin really lucked out with this place.

shortly after your arrival, the other car pulled into the drive way, and felix and hyunijn introduced you to their other friends: chan, chaeyoung, mina and minho. the 7 of you quickly got settled before heading out to enjoy the outdoors.

the weekend flew by in a flash. after the first night you had become well acquainted with the 4 folks you had just met. you all cooked together, watched movies together, and had one very intense snowball fight. chaeyoung and felix somehow convinced you to try skiing, which ended in you almost breaking your ankle.

and then there was the last night of the trip. the last night where everyone drank one too many coolers and headed to bed early in anticipation of driving home the following morning. the last night where you and minho stayed up and fucked in the hot tub - and then in the shower.

you can’t say that you didn’t see it coming; minho had caught your eye the second he stepped out of chan’s beaten up honda civic when they arrived not long after you did. something about the way he presented himself to you was captivating - and attractive.

he wasn’t rude or stand-offish, no, but reserved. reserved in a kind of way that kept you yearning to know more about him. of course he had a good heart, you could see it in the way he treated the ones that he was close to.

which, as wholesome as it was to see, made you feel sad; left out even. you can’t blame him of course, for he had only known you for approximately 72 hours - give or take. but you so desperately wanted to get close to him, wanted him to be affectionate towards you like he was to felix or hyunjin.

unfortunately, before you had the chance to establish that relationship, the trip was over.

the car ride back to your place was much gloomier than the one to the log cabin. hyunjin and felix could sense something was wrong, but they didn’t want to pry.

since then, you’ve been cooped up in your apartment, mentally bashing yourself for getting everyone's contact info but minho’s. you’ve watched just about all of the romantic comedies netflix has to offer, imagining that the two protagonists that are pining after each other are you and minho. it makes you cringe.

why have you been so sappy recently? maybe it’s because mercury is in retrograde. ugh.

a quick look at the calendar app on your phone let’s you know that it’s been nine days since you’ve returned.

nine whole days!

and, quite pathetically, minho hasn’t left your mind at all. but can you really blame yourself? i mean, you’re you - a hopeless romantic. and minho is everything you could hope for; charming, mysterious, a good kisser. ergo, you can’t help it when all of your thoughts lead back to him.

in the darkest hours of the night, when a blanket of sleep is placed upon the city and only the moon is awake to judge you, you think about him. countless nights you’ve spent writhing under the sheets of your bed, your fingers tracing down your abdomen before dipping under the waistband of your panties as he occupies your thoughts.

you reminisce over that night in the hot tub, and how the aquatic turquoise glow accentuated his features, how his hands gripped your hips so hard there were purple and blue bruises left.

or, you think about how he took you in the shower right after - your chest pressed up against the cold tiles as he fucked you from behind, scalding hot water cascading down to where your bodies intersected.

and on other days, when the snow and wind seep into your apartment and chill you to the bone, you’re reminded of how he kissed you in the hallway before you both turned in for the night. although you’d wish that your landlord would fix your broken radiator, the thought of that moment is enough to bring you warmth even on the coldest of days.

you think about him, and everything he is.

all of that being said, it’s been a tough nine days. overcast, cold, and lonely. it’s not your fault you’ve barely left your apartment. in fact, winter semester just started and you definitely have some catching up to do, seeing as you haven’t even had enough motivation to read a single syllabus. at least classes are online so you don’t have to venture out into the cold.

every day is somewhat the same. wake up, try to focus on school, think about minho, rinse and repeat. if it weren’t for your nightly orders of take-out your neighbours might have thought you were dead - that is if they even give a shit about you.

this morning is different though.

this morning, you wake up to a lovely email from your professor who is unable to host a lecture today due to an unexpected emergency (how unfortunate), meaning you have the whole day to yourself.

the prospect of lounging around and staying out of the cold is extremely tempting, but hyunjin and felix have been on your ass non-stop recently about hanging out. so, you get ready to head outside and text your friends on where to meet you - two birds, one stone.

and who knows, maybe felix and hyunjin can offer some insight on your little attachment problem.

“is there a reason you invited us to our favourite cafe and then paid for our orders, or are you just feeling nice today?”

hyunjin questions you as the two of you wander aimlessly around the cafe looking for an open booth; felix jogs to catch up with you after grabbing a handful of napkins.

“what, can’t i just treat my two best friends for once?” you retort as the three of you slip into a booth located right beside a magnificently large window, granting you a view of the heart of your city.

downtown isn’t always your favourite place to be. with tons of overpriced consignment stores and sketchy alleys at every turn, it’s natural for you to avoid this particular area of town. however, amongst the rundown restaurants and boutiques that are somehow still in business since they always seem to be empty, there are some hidden gems - this cafe being one.

you discovered it during first year when you were in search of a particular shop that had some copies of a textbook you needed for a class. the bookstore was quaint and secluded and the shop owner was very friendly, but the price of said required textbook almost made you have a heart attack. so, you left the shop empty handed, convincing yourself that you’ll somehow find a free version online even though you had already scoured the internet for one.

not wanting your valiant downtown excursion to be all for naught, you decided to do a bit of exploring - which is how you found this cafe. it’s not hidden per se, but if you weren’t looking for it it would be difficult to find; the dark green exterior somewhat blends in with the other shops and makes them look like they’re all connected.

you’re not sure exactly how long you spent in there when you first found it, but it was mid-day when you arrived and completely dark outside when you left.

naturally, you told hyunjin and felix about it, and it quickly became your own secret spot for hangouts and studying.

“of course you can,” felix puts his drink down before unzipping his puffy winter coat, “it’s just that you literally never treat us. so i’m sure you can understand where our scepticism is coming from.”

hyunjin nods in agreement before pulling out his phone and snapping a pic of his latte art.

“ok fine.” you sigh in defeat. “i’m having some boy troubles and i need your guys’ opinions.”

hyunjin immediately perks up at your admission whereas felix busies himself with adding creamer to his iced coffee.

“boy troubles you say? i’m all for a bit of drama. what’s going on?” the elder of the two responds, and they both wait for you to start talking.

“so… you know how we went on that trip with a bunch of people a bit over a week ago? and on the last night everyone went to bed early since we had to get up early?”

both felix and hyunjin look slightly confused, but they nod and encourage you to continue.

“well i stayed up,”

you can feel a lump forming in your throat as your confession sits at the tip of your tongue. come on, you can do this. just say it!

“and had sex with minho in the hot tub…”

both of their jaws drop.

“and then in the shower…”

“woah woah woah, one thing at a time… what??!!” felix exclaims, his eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.

“and you waited what, a week and a half to tell us this? what the fuck y/n!” hyunjin quips, his voice lowered so as not to disrupt the other patrons who probably don’t want to hear about your late night hookup.

“if it’s bothering you so much why did you wait this long to talk to us about it?”

“i don’t know!” you whine aloud, head in your hands as you crumble under your friends’ stares. “i guess i wanted to try to sort things out myself before coming to you guys.”

pulling your head out of your hands, you peer out the window to your left and take in the hustle and bustle of the city on a tuesday at 4:30 pm. it’s an overcast day, the clouds overhead blocking out the sun, and you’re sure it will start snowing soon. a woman waits at the crosswalk while clutching several shopping bags in one of her hands. a couple strolls down the sidewalk with their dog, presumably heading to the nearby park. for a moment, everything is peaceful.

“so.” felix’s sudden interjection brings you back to reality. “you want our opinion on what you should do?”

“more or less, yea.” you respond, finger tracing the rim of your mug. “i can’t stop thinking about him. i know i sound desperate or delusional but i need to know if i have a shot with him or if i should just give up.”

your friends are quiet for a moment, contemplative as they think of the right thing to say.

“why minho though?” hyunjin suddenly speaks up. “i mean, you’re sweet and attractive and could probably pull whoever you want,” his fingers pick at the chipped wood of the table as he rolls his thoughts around in his head before voicing them. “whereas minho… i feel like he’s not exactly your type.”

“what are you trying to say?”

hyunjin seems to shift awkwardly at your response, briefly glancing over to felix for some help - felix is watching a puppy play in the snow through the window.

“what i’m trying to say is minho can be a little oblivious when it comes to romance. i just don’t want you to get hurt if he doesn’t reciprocate.”

hyunjin did have a point there. the two of them have known minho for years whereas for you it’s been what, a couple of weeks?

“what’s so captivating about him anyway?” felix ponders before sipping on his coffee, the ice making a quiet tinkling sound as it rattles in the glass.

you roll your eyes before responding, “i find it funny that you guys have been his best friend for years and you’re asking me what his good qualities are.”

“oh hush, you know what i mean,” felix retorts while furrowing his brows, ”just answer the question.”

you allow your head to loll back onto the velvet cushion of the booth while you think of a response. there are lots of things you like about minho. but a lot of the things you like are quite nsfw, and felix might squeal in disgust if you voice your thoughts.

“well,” you start. “i know i didn’t interact with him all too much during the trip, but he seems very attentive. he really looks after the two of you.” you pause, thinking of a good metaphor before continuing. “he’s like a candy with a hard shell, but once you break it you get all of the gooey sweet stuff inside.”

your words remind you of the time you spent at the chalet. minho, although reticent, had a soft side. it was obvious in the way he cared for hyunjin and felix, specifically the younger of the two.

“ok shakespeare,” felix says while chuckling, “you fucked him twice and now you’re head over heels for him.”

“hey come on! that is so hyperbolic lix. sorry for having romantic desires like any other human being.” you whine in response to felix’s teasing and hyunjin pats your head affectionately while laughing.

a comfortable silence settles over the three of you. snow continues to fall outside, and the sky slowly darkens to a deep shade of blue with hints of black and indigo.

“i think you should go for it.”

hyunjin’s the one to break the silence by his admission.

“you really think so? you better not be setting me up for failure here.”

felix chimes in, “i have to agree with hyunjin. i mean, it’s clear that he has some interest in you, right? or else he wouldn’t have had sex with you.”

can’t argue with that.

this conversation has been a great confidence boost, and you wonder why you spent so much time wallowing in your apartment instead of seeking advice.

“hmmm… okay. i’ll go for it.” you triumphantly slam your mug down onto the wooden table, acting as if you’re a valiant knight who has just declared battle.

“but if this backfires, i blame the two of you.”

this is dumb.

this is so unbelievably dumb. you should just turn around and leave and spare yourself the embarrassment. forget minho, forget hyunjin and felix’s advice, forget everything.

but despite the incessant nagging in your head telling you that this is a bad idea, your feet continue to carry you in the direction of your campus’ dance studio.

hyunjin had given you details on minho’s whereabouts after your chat with him and felix at the cafe. if he was right, that means minho would be at the dance studio for the next couple of hours. preferably alone, so you don’t make a scene and embarrass yourself in front of even more people.

you’ve always had a certain admiration for dance majors - or just any art majors in general. sure, you are partially biassed since felix and hyunjin are dance majors themselves, but you can’t help it.

something about the way someone can convey so much emotion through movement is so intriguing. that, and the fact that dance is very physically and emotionally demanding gives you the utmost respect for anyone who partakes.

you’ve been in this area of campus a couple of times prior to this; usually to surprise hyunjin and felix with takeout and to give their bodies a break from dancing. so navigating it isn’t too difficult, and you soon find yourself standing outside of the dance studio - which is empty.

now all you can do is wait.

standing alone in the vacant hallway, you’re left alone with your thoughts - which are buzzing around in your head like a hive of bees. of course you trust felix and hyunjin’s judgement, but what if they’re wrong? what if minho just wants to pretend nothing ever happened between the two of you and was hoping you’d never cross paths again? he hasn’t made any effort to get in contact with you thus far so maybe you should just forget-

“y/n?”

there it is. you’d recognize that saccharine voice anywhere; the voice that repeats over and over in your head like a broken record.

it feels like the world is in slow motion as you turn around and allow your gaze to fall upon him. drops of snow cling to his hair and give it a little shimmer as he shakes his head to remove some of it. the tip of his nose is stained pink from the cold, and he appears as if he just stepped out of a watercolour painting.

his winter jacket isn’t zipped up and underneath he has on a plain white t-shirt that fits his toned chest just right. and of course you can’t miss the grey sweatpants that sit just above his hips, the fabric tightly hugging his thighs even though the fit is supposed to be loose and baggy.

his presence quite literally renders you speechless, and you have to force yourself to say something so as to not look like a creep who has a staring problem.

“oh, minho! hi.”

“hi…?”

there’s a beat of silence, and then you notice the key in his hand, so you shuffle backwards to grant him access to the door. apparently you had been waiting for him in that hallway for quite awhile, since there’s now a puddle of melted snow and slush underneath your feet.

“i’m assuming you’re looking for felix and hyunjin, right?” he moves to unlock the door. you catch a whiff of his cologne and satsuma scented shampoo as he brushes past you, and your knees turn to jelly. “they’re not practising tonight.”

“actually i was looking for you.”

he falters momentarily, stopping to peer at you over his shoulder before turning back to face the door of the practice room. you stare at his side profile as he puffs his cheeks out and nods at your statement, his hair bouncing slightly every time he tilts his head. ugh, he makes your heart ache.

“do you wanna come in?” he motions to the studio, which now has the door open, and you nod before following him inside.

“so, you were looking for me?”

“yeah. I’ve been meaning to talk to you.”

“talk about…”

“you know what i want to talk about minho.”

and he does know what you want to talk about. it’s quite obvious; the elephant in the room if you will. the deep-rooted question of ‘what now?’ hanging in the air.

it’s likely that neither of you assumed there would be any follow up contact after what happened. sure, maybe you would bump into each other every once in a while since you have mutual friends, that would be the extent of it. people fuck all the time and then move on as if nothing happened.

not you though. and you’re not sure if minho feels the same way.

“why talk?”

huh? does he not even want to talk about it? just forget anything ever happened? you can’t say you’re surprised though, you had prepared yourself for the worst and are taking it in stride.

staring at the floor, you try to conjure up the right words to say. should you just leave? that might spare you some embarrassment. luckily minho is the first one to act - you hear him shuffle closer to where you’re standing looking at the ground.

and when you look up, his lips are on yours.

comfort is the first thing that comes to mind when you push your lips against minho’s. that and just how fucking good it feels to be kissing the person you’ve been yearning to kiss for what seems like ages.

so that’s what he meant when he said ‘why talk’.

minho’s hands come up to cup your face, the pads of his fingers are still cold from when he was outside, and you shiver at the sudden cool sensation. although it does feel nice against your cheeks, which are heating up fairly quickly.

your hands travel up his torso before gripping onto the back of his neck and pulling him flush against you. in this moment you’re sure the two of you look straight out of a scene from one of the many rom coms you watched; chests pressed against each other, lips moulding together, hands grasping anything they can.

desperation exudes off the both of you as grab and pull at each other. mouths moving and dancing together with articulacy, noses occasionally nudging against each other when one of you slightly tilts your head. any passerby could easily peer into the practice room and see the two of you, but you don’t care - and it seems like minho doesn’t either.

the only sounds that fill the large room you’re in is that of your lips sucking and biting at each other as well as the deep inhales you both continuously pull through your noses.

the delicate skin of the back of minho’s neck twitches slightly when you drag your nails across it, fingers tugging at the hair on the nape of his neck. he must be especially sensitive there, because the action makes him part his lips against yours and release a drawn out pornographic moan. your teeth gently bite down on his bottom lip before tugging on it slightly, and then releasing it before looking minho right in the eyes.

he stares at you like you’re some sort of angel on earth; pupils blown out with lust that are surely the size of dinner plates, chest heaving slightly, mouth partially ajar as you pant for oxygen. minho takes this as an open invitation to dive back into you, his tongue slipping past your lips and teeth before slotting against your own. a slick mess builds in your mouth and on your tongue as you swap saliva, drool beginning to slowly seep past the corners of your swollen lips.

it’s hot and hungry and desirous, and reminds you of the last time you hooked up with him. which is the whole reason you’re in this mess in the first place!

oh no no no, you do not need a repeat of the past week and a bit.

in all honesty you hadn’t even anticipated that you would’ve gotten this far, so you didn’t formulate any sort of basic plan on what to do in the event that minho wants to fuck you again.

your brain short circuits and you have no clue what you should do. great, now you’re extremely tense and minho can definitely sense it since in the next few seconds he retracts his lips from yours.

“are you okay?”

no. yes? maybe… you have no idea; your brain has been reduced to a useless puddle of mush.

“i uhhh, i don’t know. sorry.”

and with that you spin on your heel and leave, leaving a hot and bothered minho standing alone in the practice room in disbelief.

hyunjin and felix look like two penguins when you approach them in the park.

although you’re sure you look no different; sporting a giant puffer jacket, thick wool mittens, and a scarf that’s so high up it tickles your nose every time you inhale.

felix is the first to notice you, smiling as you wave at him before nudging hyunin’s elbow. you’re forced to throw your hands up in defence as hyunjin turns around and lobs a snowball at your head; luckily it crashes against your mittens.

“very funny, jinnie.” you mutter while brushing the snow off of your covered hands.

after hyunjins failed attempt at a snowball fight, the three of you start walking in stride through the park.

“so, what was the emergency?” hyunjin questions you while staring down at the salt covered walk way.

“what?”

“... you texted us at midnight last night saying there was an emergency and that we need to meet up.”

that’s right! you had completely forgotten your late night text to the both of them as you frantically rushed out of the practice room.

“oh! right. so i went and saw minho last night,”

both hyunjin and felix whip their heads around to look at you, their eyes gleaming with a hint of desire to be in on some gossip.

noticing your sudden sheepishness, hyunjin raises his eyebrows in an attempt to get you to keep talking.

“and,” you inhale deeply, “something happened.”

the two boys continue to give you the same look, egging you on to continue.

“we kissed.”

silence. you spare a glance at your two friends, noticing how they eye each other with suspicion before felix speaks up.

“you…kissed?”

seemingly out of nowhere, hyunjin bursts into a fit of laughter.

“i thought he sucked your tits or something with the way you were hyping that up.”

“hyunjin shut the fuck up! seeing as this whole situation was causing me copious amounts of stress it’s a big deal!” you exaggerate as the three of you trudge through the snow.

it takes about a minute for hyunjins fit of laughter to die down. he chuckles a few times before clearing his throat, muttering a quick ‘sorry’, and pulling his bottom lip in between his teeth to prevent himself from laughing again.

“so what happened?” felix presses while peering over his scarf, the tips of his ears a cute cherry red as a result of the cold.

“i tensed up so he pulled away and then i freaked out and left…”

felix scoffs, “you’re an idiot.”

“yeah, and you’re going to be an even bigger idiot if you don’t go back and tell that man how you feel.” hyunjin adds on before reaching up to adjust his pom pom hat.

“i don’t know if i can even look him in the eye after running away from him last night, god it was so awkward.”

legs tired from walking and toes numb from the snow, the three of you stop to take a seat on one of the many ironwork benches that line the pathway you’re walking along.

“listen y/n,” felix sniffles slightly, bringing his hand up to his face so he can wipe his nose on his mitten. “just take some time for yourself tonight. have a bubble bath, watch a movie, masturbate, whatever you need to do to de-stress.”

“wait, what-”

“and then,” he cuts you off, “once your head is clear, go find minho.”

here you are again.

making the same trek you did not too long ago to find the man that you made out with not too long ago. hyunjin’s directions ring in your head as you follow the same path as last time. go through the large double doors, turn right, at the fork in the road turn left, and it’s the second door you come across.

although today you would’ve been able to locate it even without directions. the moment you stepped into the building you could hear music, and it only got louder as you made your way through the building towards the studio.

worst case scenario, there’s an entire class in the studio and you’re either forced to wait outside awkwardly or make the walk of shame back to your apartment. but luck is on your side today; when you peer into the studio space it’s just minho, practising alone.

he doesn’t seem to notice your presence, so you rest your weight on the wall behind you and just observe. minho’s outfit is similar to the one he wore the last time you saw him - a plain tee with sweatpants and sneakers. it’s nothing special but he still manages to look amazing as always. beads of sweat roll down his neck and his temple as he dances, a small patch of his shirt between his shoulder blades damp with sweat.

you marvel at the way he moves with such ease and precision, his fluidity resembling a body of water. at times he’s fast and powerful, like a coursing river that sweeps you off of your feet and drags you under. other times he’s slow and precise, calculated movements that mimic that of a gentle flowing stream.

enamoured with watching the way he moves, you fail to notice the music fade away. and within the next few seconds the door swings open and out pops minho’s head.

“are you stalking me?”

the question takes you aback, and you feel heat rush to your cheeks in embarrassment.

“stalking y- what? hey, i’m not stalking you!”

“kidding.” minho swings the door open and steps to the side, a non-verbal invitation for you to enter. so you do.

“i’ll be honest,” he peers at you through the mirror. “i didn’t expect to see you here again.”

you take a second to marvel at his physique. the muscles between his shoulder blades flexing ever so slightly as he allows his head to hang, staring at his shoes.

“yeah i kinda left you hanging last time… sorry.”

he shakes his head slightly. “no need to apologise.”

his breathing is still heavy as he takes a sip from his water bottle, his rosy pink lips plump and wet when he finishes drinking.

“can i ask why you left last time though? did i do something wrong?”

you shake your head, and he breathes a sigh of relief. of course he didn’t do anything wrong, it was your psychoactive brain that messed things up.

“i don’t know,” you shift your weight to your hips as you look around the room, avoiding eye contact with minho. you don’t know why but you feel like crying.

“i think i just got overwhelmed and freaked out, that’s all.”

“oh, ok.” minho nods, not wanting to push the subject further since it’s clearly making you uncomfortable.

now you’re unsure of what to do. so you let minho take the reigns and just stand there as you wait for him to speak.

“do you want to try again?”

of course you do, and this time you won’t allow yourself to clam up.

and so, just like the last time you saw him, he leans in to kiss you. right off the bat it’s much needier and desperate than last time, your mouths moving and intermingling with much more vigour. your nails lightly graze the skin of his chest as you grab a fistful of his t-shirt, just so you can have something to hold onto and ground yourself with.

minho’s tongue skims the front of your teeth before pushing past them and rubbing against your own, a soft moan leaving your lips at the action. his fingers busy themselves with the zipper of your puffer jacket, the metallic scraping sound filling your ears as he unzips it and pulls it off of your shoulders.

the transition from standing to the two of you lying on the wooden floor of the studio is messy - and quite awkward.

but it does nothing to distract you from how badly you want minho at this very moment. hell a tornado could come rip the building down and your only thoughts would be minho, minho, minho!

a firm hand grasps your wrist and more or less yanks you forward, so you’re now straddling minho. there’s a burning stretch in your inner thighs as you spread your leads wide enough to accommodate his hips as you’re perched on top of him.

the rough inseam on your jeans drags deliciously against your cunt as you grind your hips into minho’s. his hands become more curious as they slowly explore your body, dragging across the expanse of your back and the sides of your torso before finally settling on your hips. you feel him start to gently guide you back and forth against his pelvis, his semi-hard cock pressing against you through the confines of his sweatpants, causing your breath to catch in your throat.

teasings of a whine are drawn from minho’s lips as bite down gently on his ear lobe, your tongue then grazing the sharp edge of his jaw before your lips come in contact with the supple skin of his neck. skin that bruises so easily, if you remember correctly.

having had just about enough of your teasing, minho retracts his hands from your hips and places them on your shoulders before pushing you up so you’re seated on top of his hips. he follows shortly after, using his elbows to push himself off of the ground so he’s sitting up just like you are.

he kisses you once more before pulling away, his gaze trailing down to the button of your jeans, which he wastes no time popping open and tugging down the zipper. you struggle to pull your jeans off without looking like a fool, and you push minho’s shoulder as you catch him chuckling at your difficulty in removing your pants.

finally, you get your jeans off of your legs and toss them onto the floor a couple feet away from you. when you look back at minho, you find his eyes soaking up the view that is your half naked body sitting on top of him. your panties are much less of a barrier than your thick denim jeans, and you can feel the outline of his dick pressing against your scantily clad pussy.

“can you,” he starts, his eyes nervously darting back and forth from your eyes to your soaked panties.

“can you sit on my face?”

well you can’t say no to that.

“yeah uhh,” your voice comes out squeaky, so you clear your throat before continuing. “yes, i can.”

minho moves before you do. he assumes his previous position of lying on his back on the floor, his eyes boring into yours as if he’s daring you to climb further up his body. you gulp before pulling your panties off in a timid fashion, the fabric clinging to your soaked cunt before you pull them down your thighs as toss them on top of your pants.

you slowly start to make your way up minho’s body, thankful when he grabs your hips and helps guide you so your legs are straddling his head, your dripping cunt on full display for him to marvel at. the familiar ache in your thighs returns when you spread your legs, your knees dragging across the floor as you sink lower and lower.

the sounds of blood rushing fills your ears as your head hangs between your shoulders, your arms supporting much of your body weight as you wait for minho to finally do something. shivers run down your spine as you feel his breath fan across your dripping core, and you look down just in time to see him dive into you.

somewhat of a mewl is drawn from you when minho drags his tongue through your slit at an agonisingly slow pace, stopping to place a chaste kiss on your clit before pulling away. you allow yourself to sink lower to the ground, the tip of minho’s nose bumping into your clit making you jolt slightly.

his tongue becomes more curious as he licks your slit a couple more times, making you moan aloud into the empty space of the practice room. minho soon directs his attention to your clit again, his teeth gently brushing against it before sucking it between his tainted lips.

“fuck minho!” a choked sob of his name escapes you as he feverishly sucks on your bundle of nerves with enthusiasm. it’s clear that his tongue doesn’t like to stay in one spot for too long, since he soon redirects his attention to your entrance. he sloppily makes out with your cunt for a moment before slipping his tongue inside of you, lapping up your juices like it’s sweet maple syrup.

your arms start to shake and turn to jelly as he fucks you with his tongue, gliding it in and out of your dripping hole with precision. the creases in your elbows give out and you resort to resting on your forearms, your legs still straining to hold yourself up.

you’re slightly worried that you’re somewhat suffocating minho with your thighs and your pussy, but your worries are washed away when his hands force you impossibly closer to his face. his blunt nails dig into the flesh of your thighs, undoubtedly leaving small crescent moon marks in your skin.

it’s sort of a weird compliment, but minho has a very strong tongue. a tongue that he’s pistoning in and out of you while his nose brushes against your clit, making your abdomen tighten as you feel your orgasm coming on.

your pussy is throbbing as minho continues his assault, his hands guiding you back and forth on his face. soon your hips take over as you grind into his mouth, wet sounds of sucking and squelching accompanying your high pitched moans.

it feels as if your nerves are on fire as you continue to ride minho’s face, two of his fingers swiftly relacing his tongue as he goes back to sucking on your clit with a new found ferocity. it’s like you’re a stick of dynamite and someone has just lit the detonating cord; all you can do is helplessly watch it burn until you explode.

minho can sense that you’re close to cumming through your verbal and non-verbal cues. the way your moans increase in pitch and frequency, the way the walls of your cunt flutter and spasm around his fingers.

all it takes to tip you over the edge is the coupled sensation of minho curling his fingers inside of you and his lips toying and sucking on your clit, making your release crash over you like a tsunami. at the peak of your orgasm it feels like you’re an astronaut stranded out in space, waiting for someone or something to bring you back to earth. all you can focus on right now are the continuous waves of pleasure that ripple through your body, slowly getting less and less intense as you start to calm down.

when you open your eyes you’re met with minho’s face, and it’s a sight to behold. his lips are red and swollen and covered in your juices, the makeup he had on his nose ad his chin completely rubbed off as his tongue darts past his lips to lick up your essence.

you force yourself up onto your hands again, arms feeling like jelly as you do so. feeling some restraint as you do so, you look down and notice that minho’s fingers, two of which are still wet and sticky, are grabbing onto the hem of your shirt.

you raise your arms up to allow minho to pull the garment off of you, the only piece of clothing covering you is your bra - which is removed immediately after.

it’s almost daunting the way minho rises to his knees and towers above you, his hands once again meeting your shoulders before guiding you backwards so you’re lying down. he wastes no time clambering on top of you, his hips resting on top of yours this time.

he’s careful to not rest all of his weight on you, his knees supporting the majority of it as he plants his hands on either side of your shoulders. you watch as he sucks his cheeks in, his tongue tracing the front of his teeth before opening his mouth and spitting directly onto your chest.

“your turn.”

your brows furrow at minho’s question - or rather command. so he clarifies: “spit.”

complying with his request, you crane your neck so you're looking down at your chest; a puddle of minho’s saliva pooling right on your sternum. sucking your cheeks in slightly, you pool all of the spit inside of your mouth onto your tongue before spitting it out right onto the centre of your chest.

goosebumps appear on your skin as minho starts to smear the mixture of your saliva across the valley of your tits. the silver rings adorning his fingers drag across your skin sending shivers down your spine.

deciding that your chest is now lubricated enough with a mixture of your spit, minho reaches down to the waistband of his sweatpants. in one easy tug the tie in the drawstring becomes undone, and he shifts his weight off of you so he can pull his pants and boxers off.

you allow your neck to relax, head making a slight thumping sound as you let it fall onto the floor. minho grunts quietly while trying to pull his pants off of his ankles, and you swallow the nervous lump in your throat. the beating of your heart reverberates off of your ribcage so strongly you’re sure the man on top of you can hear it.

pants and underwear now removed and thrown onto the floor, minho clambers back on top of your body. his muscular thighs rest against the sides of your torso, almost as if he’s caging you in. at this point minho’s fully hard, having had you just ride his face, but he still wraps his hand around his base to pump himself a few times. the tip of his cock is angry and red, a bead of precum threatening to drip onto the skin of your chest.

you take this as your sign to bring your hands up from where they were resting at your sides on the floor to your chest. the sheen layer of spit coating your chest sticks to the tips of your fingers as you push your tits together, holding them in that position while peering up at minho.

he wastes no time to slide his cock in between your tits, a soft groan escaping his lips as he does so. it’s a foreign feeling to you, but you like it - and it’s clear that minho does too; brows furrowed, neck tensed slightly as he gives himself a second to adjust to this new sensation.

soon after he regains his composure he begins to move, his slender fingers dragging up your arms before he rests his hands on top of yours. the skin of his palms is soft and slightly damp as he presses into the back of your hands, forcing your tits to hug his cock even tighter.

slick, wet noises fill the room as minho fucks your tits, the mixture of spit coating them allowing for him to do so with ease. “fuck y/n,” he groans, his voice raspy and some-what restrained as he sparks through clenched teeth. “feels fucking incredible.”

it’s evident in the way that minho moves his body that he’s a dancer; his hips roll into you with such fluidity and smoothness. if the act you weren’t performing wasn’t so vulgar you would marvel at his ability to isolate his movements so well.

he allows his head to hang forward as he picks up the pace of his thrusts. his abs flex every time he does so, and you can tell that he’s slowly inching closer towards his orgasm. his occasional moans and grunts become louder, deeper and much more frequent as his hips rut against your tits.

minho catches his bottom lip in between his teeth so as to keep himself from being too noisy; although it’s a bit too late now seeing as he was much louder only moments before. it’s evident in his movements that he’s about to cum - the veins of his neck protruding as beads of sweat drip down his temple.

his thrusts become much more sporadic as he continues to pump his dick between your breasts. all you can do is lie there in awe and watch the man on top of you frantically chase his orgasm. your hands are sweating and cramping as you continue to press your tits together as tightly as you can. sure it’s becoming somewhat uncomfortable, but you persevere.

minho finishes with a mix of a groan and a whimper, his hips spasming as he paints your collarbones and neck with his cum. the fabric of his t-shirt is clinging to his chest with sweat, and he shivers slightly while pulling his cock out from between your tits. his hands come off of yours and he slouches forward, breath fanning across your face and your now sticky chest and neck.

some kind of spark is evident in minho’s chocolate eyes as he stares at you underneath him, marvelling at the way he painted your skin with his milky white release. his eyes don’t leave yours as he moves his hand to where his essence stains your skin, dipping his index and middle finger into his cum before raising them up and pushing them past your lips.

you take his fingers into your mouth with eagerness, sucking slightly and wrapping your tongue around them before swallowing his seed. once minho feels your mouth slack against his digits, he retracts his hand and wipes your saliva on his shirt.

the sounds of sex and pleasure are replaced with that of the low hum from the heating system. minho rolls off of you and wipes the rest of his cum off of your collarbones with paper towel. the two of you get dressed in silence, backs turned towards each other.

“let me walk you home.”

in all honesty that was the last thing you were expecting him to say. you turn around and stare at him, the dim lighting above casting a warm glow on his shoulder and the back of his neck. he fiddles with the drawstrings on his sweatpants before looking up at you through his eyelashes.

“it’s fine minho i don’t live far away and-”

“y/n it’s the middle of the night and it’s freezing cold. i’ll walk you home.”

with some reluctance, you agree.

the chill of the night air shocks you momentarily as you step outside, holding the door open for minho who’s trailing a couple of feet behind you. it’s snowing ever so lightly, and you zip your coat up to your chin before you start walking.

for a few minutes no words are exchanged between the two of you. you’re sure minho is replaying the events that just occurred in his head just like you are, wondering what this means for the two of you.

a car alarm goes off in the distance, and minho sniffles quietly. you want to reach into his pocket and grab his hand, but you don’t.

“minho?”

he doesn’t look at you, but he raises one of his eyebrows in response, muttering a faint ‘hm?’ to get you to continue.

your brain knows what you want to say but you can’t get your mouth to articulate it. it feels like your tongue has been stung by a bee and your throat has turned to sand paper and you can’t get a single word out. in your peripherals you notice minho glance at you, so you force yourself to speak.

“what are we?”

he’s speechless for a second, and your heart pounds in your chest. gazing at his side profile, you admire his features. the tip of his nose is sharp and slightly upturned, his lower lashes graze his cheeks ever so slightly, and his lips are pursed as he thinks. you wonder what thoughts are churning in his pretty head.

“what do you want us to be?”

not fair. you asked him first so the ball would be in his court; and now he’s just thrown it back into yours.

you can see the entrance to your apartment building only a couple hundred feet away, so worst comes to worst you can make a beeline to the door and leave him standing out in the cold.

but you don’t. you continue to walk alongside him until you reach the entrance of your living quarters. salt crunches under your boots as you step onto the concrete stairs and turn around to face him. in a split second you decide that it’s now or never; you need to lay everything out on the table in case you regret it further down the road.

“i want you.”

your confession manifests in the form of a cloud, the cold air turning your words of desire into a puff of fog. it’s almost poetic the way the cloud of your breath washes over minho’s face. his eyes flutter shut for a split second before opening again and staring into yours. his pupils resemble the moon; wide, bright and full of life as he holds your stare, as if daring you to continue. so you do.

“i want to give myself to you. i want to be yours, i-i want you to make me yours.”

and now your heart is quite literally in his hands. with reluctance you realise that minho now has all of the power in this situation; although, to be fair, he’s held all the power since the first time you met him.

in this moment you bash yourself for ever finding attractiveness in his ability to hide his emotions. you’re eyes are frantic as you scan his face for any kind of hint at what’s going on inside of his head. but he remains as stoic as ever, lips held in a firm line as he stares back at you.

he’s in total control. you’re the flimsy sand castle on the beach, and he’s the tide that can so easily plough you over; crumble your resolve and leave you to wait for someone to build you back up again.

and, when he opens his mouth to speak, it feels as if the world has stopped.

“okay.”

and with that, he turns to leave. and you watch him do so.

you watch him trudge through the slush and puddles, boots colliding with the dark grey concrete every time he takes a step. he stops at a crosswalk a couple hundred metres away, waits for the light to turn green, and then he continues.

you watch him get further and further away from you; soon his legs blend into his hips, his arms blend into his torso, and he becomes a mass that could be any other person walking the street at this hour.

you watch him until he is but a mere spot in the distance. and then he turns a corner, and disappears.

you’re not sure how long you stay outside, standing on the concrete steps of the entrance to your apartment building. the prolonged electrical buzz and occasional flickering of the fluorescent light above you is the only thing keeping you tethered to reality. the wind picks up and makes an eerie howling sound as it blows through the now empty streets, the chill biting at the skin on your face.

tears roll down your frozen cheeks, and you turn around and head inside.

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