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watchmegetobsessed · 3 years

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Never Have I Ever - Harry Styles (part 8)

a/n: oh my! we have finally reached the end of this story and I never thought it would turn out to be this long but im happy it did! thank you for reading and loving it, and now, enjoy the last part!

pairing: Harry x actress!reader

word count: 4k

warning: just pure fluff

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“Girl, even if you don’t win, you’ll surely take the title of the hottest woman on the red carpet tonight.”

Florence’s words make you chuckle, but you try not to move your lips too much as the makeup artist finishes up the last touches on them, using a nude shade.

“Stop, my head is big enough already,” you tell her, giving her a look through the mirror. She is standing a few feet behind you, already wearing her beautiful, golden Versace gown that hugs her perfectly. Her hair is up in a neat bun so her back can be on full display and the diamonds in her ears can also shine brightly. She looks amazing while she is the opposite of what you’ll look like tonight.

Rhonda, the makeup artist has an amazing notion about your look when you showed her the gown you’d be wearing tonight and since the dress is not the sparkly kind, like Florence’s, she went a little heavier with the glitter on your eyes, using mostly whitish-silver colors, creating rosy cheeks and topping it with nude, glossy lips. Your hair is in loose curls with a bunch of extension, creating the illusion that you might as well be Rapunzel herself tonight. But you are the most excited about the gown that’s already waiting for you to be finally put on.

“What time is it?” you ask Florence as you don’t have your phone on you, but she has hers in her hands already.

“We still have half an hour before we have to leave. Dude, I can’t believe you are an Oscar nominee and might turn into a winner tonight!” she sighs, eyes shining bright with excitement. She hasn’t come off of this high for days, so over the Moon that you get to walk the red carpet tonight as a nominee.

“Don’t jinx it, Flo,” you warn her.

There’s a knock on the door of the hotel suit you’ve occupied for the glamming and Florence is quick to rush to it answering, but you both know who it is. As she throws the door open Harry comes to your sight, looking as handsome as ever, wearing his custom made Gucci suit with a pink dress shirt underneath that matches your gown perfectly.

“Florence, you look wonderful!” his british accent fills the room, making you smile. Rhonda sets your makeup with some spray and you’re finally done. Standing up you move your legs around a bit as they went a little numb from all the sitting.

“Thank you! Pink suits you well, Harry,” your friend compliments your man and you watch them smiling.

When Harry’s eyes set on you, the light up, his smile widening from ear to ear. He looks spotless, freshly shaved, his hair recently cut and combed into place for a change. Not that you don’t like it when it’s all tousled and messy, especially when it’s because of your fingers.

“Angel, wow!” he breathes out as he walks up to you, taking your hands in his. You know he wants to kiss you, but doesn’t want to risk messing your lips up, so he is left with admiring you with only his eyes.

“Just wait until you see her in the dress!” Florence chimes in making you chuckle. You kept your dress a secret, wanting to surprise him with the first look. You gave out only the most necessary details for Lambert so the two of you could match.

“You’d be great like this too,” he teases, taking a look at your fluffy robe.

“I’m not going to the Oscars in a robe,” you tell him with a narrow-eyed look.

“I know, I’m just saying that you’d still be stunning,” he mumbles with a boyish smirk.

“Y/N? Time to choose a necklace!” Your stylist, Rupert appears from the room where your gown is hanging. He has a few jewelry boxes in his hands and he sets them all to the coffee table, opening up you are met with four breathtakingly beautiful diamond necklaces, each of them different yet so magical looking, you can’t decide which one you like the most.

“Harry, which one do you like the most?” you ask, kneeling down next to the table, mesmerized by the jewelries in front of you. Harry leans down and inspects them one by one before poking on the last one in the row. It has three rows of diamonds, not too big, the stones in the last row are shaped like water droplets, it’s such an elegant looking piece, it surely caught your eyes as well and you think it would be perfect with the dress.

“This one,” he tells you and you nod, shutting the other boxes, satisfied with the choice.

“Alright, time to get you into the gown, girl,” Rupert winks, gesturing at you to follow him into the room.

“I’ll be right back,” you tell Harry, risking a quick peck on his lips before you disappear in your temporary dressing room.

You fell in love with the gown on the first fitting when Rupert pulled it out, still in the finishing phase. It still has pins in it, but it already took your breath away. It has a massive A-line skirt and a tight upper part that hugs your body perfectly, a row of buttons running down the middle of it. The sleeves are puffy, but then end in a tight run from a little above your wrists, the same set of buttons appearing like on your chest. It’s giving out some Victorian style vibes in a more sophisticated and simpler way, but it’s by far your favorite dress you’ve ever worn to any event.

It surely needs the extra pair of hands from Rupert to put it on, but once you are secured in it, you feel like a princess straight out of a fairytale and surely, your prince is standing on the other side of the double doors.

“Alright! Everyone get ready for the big reveal!” Rupert announces, sneaking out the room so he can open the door for you. He waits a few moments as you hear everyone shuffle around outside, probably lining up to see you walk out in your finished state. “Okay, three! Two! One! Welcome our Oscar nominee!” he cheers, a round of applause is heard before you even appear, but it’s quickly replaced with gasps when Rupert pulls the doors open and they get the first glimpse of you in your gown.

“Holy fuck!” Florence gasps, mouth hanging open as she keeps raking your form up and down. Your eyes find Harry’s gaze and you see him in a state you haven’t often found him in the past almost two years you’ve been dating. He is completely speechless, eyes glued to you in awe as if he just saw an angel in real life.

“Y/N, I—wow,” he breathes out, still at a loss of words.

“You like it?” you ask with a shy smile.

“I fucking love it, baby. You look… You really are an angel,” he tells you, making you chuckle at his words.

“Would you please help me put on the necklace?” you ask him and he nods eagerly, carefully taking the jewelry out of its box and walking behind you, he brings it around your neck, his fingers delicately working on the clasp. Once it’s all set, you step to the floor to ceiling mirror, taking in the final look.

“There won’t be a straight woman left on Earth once you step on the red carpet,” Florence bluntly comments, making everyone in the room laugh.

“Let’s take some photos, I need to immortalize this masterpiece,” Rupert gestures around, already grabbing his camera.

The next ten minutes you take hundreds of photos, alone, with Florence and then with Harry. He still seems a little stunned by your look, feeling shy when he circles his arm around your waist, but it’s cute that you can still have such an effect on him after being together for almost two years.

Florence snaps some with your phone as well, your favorite is when he held your waist and leant you back, making you arch backwards as your noses touched since he couldn’t kiss you. You already know it’ll end up as your lockscreen, replacing the selfie the two of you took on your latest trip to Hawaii.

When it’s time to leave you grab your little purse with your phone and other necessities and the three of you pile up in a minivan, since your dress needs all the space so it doesn’t get wrinkled before you step out to the red carpet.

As you sit in the car and watch the buildings pass by, your nerves start to rise in you. When the nominations came out a month ago it seemed so far, you couldn’t imagine yourself actually attending the Academy Awards, but now here you are, on your way to find out if you’ve been good enough to be the best.

Your role in Sinful Heaven has brought a lot to your life aside from the nomination. The three months of filming was one of the hardest times in your life you’ve ever worked through and at some points, you didn’t even think you’d get through it. Working so closely with Levi took a toll on you while you were trying to prove in such a heavy and serious role. It was a mess especially at the beginning when you and Harry were still in this weird phase, but that eventually turned right when he literally punched Levi in the face and ten minutes later asked you to be his girlfriend. It’s a badass way to start a relationship and you wouldn’t trade it for anything, especially because it put Levi into place or at least scared him enough to get off your back for the rest of the filming.

When Harry left following that visit, you couldn’t see each other until filming wrapped and you flew straight to him and travelled with him for the next two weeks, hopping from one city to the other, watching him perform every other night and spending all your time with him.

When the movie premiered eight months later, you didn’t appear with Harry by your side, Maya was your date for the evening, but by that time everyone knew you and Harry are an official couple. Neither of you felt like hiding it or caring about what others would think and you were able to focus on each other and rely on the strong foundation you’ve built for your relationship.

He was there with you when the nominations came out and probably screamed louder when your name appeared in the list. With tearing eyes and choked out sobs you jumped into his arms as he mumbled into your ear.

“I’m so proud of you, Angel. So, so proud!”

And now you are on your way to the show, only hours away from finding out if your dreams will come true tonight. Harry squeezes your hand and you turn to face him, his soft eyes meeting yours.

“Nervous?” he asks with a small smile.

“Very,” you admit with an airy chuckle.

“Whatever happens tonight, I’m very proud of you. Don’t forget that.”

“Thank you,” you whisper, giving his hand a squeeze back.

Since it’s the first time you and Harry appear on the red carpet as a couple, once you set your feet out of the car, everyone goes nuts. He helps you out and even fixes your dress so it falls just perfectly around your frame before he offers his arm. You link your through it, taking a deep breath as the two of you start walking down the carpet, posing for the photographers.

You feel powerful and strong, like it’s the peak of your career, but you also feel that it wouldn’t be the same without Harry by your side even though he is making sure to let you shine tonight. At one point he even steps back for a moment so photographers can snap you alone and you think it’s such a caring move from him.

You feel a little dizzy from all the flashlights by the time you walk into the theater, Harry holding your hand tightly as he leads you to your seats.

You’ve been to plenty award shows and it’s not even your first Academy Awards appearance either, but for obvious reasons, it’s the most important. Sitting in your plush chair, you can barely stop yourself from continuously fidgeting as one category follows the other and it’s still not yours.

Then following a jaw-dropping performance from Dua Lipa, Chris Evans walks out with a golden statue and an envelope in his hands and your heart skips a beat, but not because of the man himself, but because you know he is the presenter of the Best Actress category.

Your hold on Harry’s hand on your lap tightens and you glue your eyes to the big screens behind Chris as he smiles around.

“Good evening. It’s a pleasure to be here and to present the award for Best Actress. The theater tonight is filled with exceptional talents, but let’s see the nominees,” he speaks into the microphone and then he starts listing the names.

Emma Stone, Anne Hathaway, Margot Robbie and Rooney Mara are called and a camera fixates on each of them when Chris says their names, all smiling brightly and waving around before your name is called at the end. Taking a deep breath you plaster your most wonderful smile across your face, waving around like the other nominees did before the big screen splits, showing the five of you simultaneously.

“We’ve seen some spectacular performances from these ladies and now let’s see who proved herself to be the best this year.”

Chris flips the envelope open and pulls the little paper out that has the winner’s name written on it and for a moment you’re convinced you’ll pass out. You’ve never felt this anxious before and you’re gripping Harry’s hand so tightly you’re surprised he hasn’t pulled it back, but he is patiently putting up with your nerves, his eyes glued to the man on the stage as well.

“And the Academy Award for Best Actress goes to…” Chris starts with a charming smile, holding a short pause before he finally says the name. “Y/N Y/L/N for her role as Marie Davidson in Sinful Heaven!”

Your mouth hangs open, ears ringing as you process that your name was called. Everyone around you jumps up, including Harry, who is screaming just like when the nominations came out, while you are completely blank. It takes you a couple of moments to realize that you in fact just won your first Oscar and everyone is waiting for you to go and get your little statue.

“Baby! Baby you won!” Harry cheers as he helps you up from your seat and you throw yourself into his arms as reality sets in. “I fucking love you, Angel. Go and get your Oscar!” he laughs, pride all over his face as he urges you to walk up to the stage.

“Walk me up, please!” you stammer, not trusting yourself with walking in this fragile state. He offers his hand without a second thought, walking you to the stage where Chris is politely waiting for you to help you up on the stairs.

“Thank you,” you breathe out once you’re finally up on the stage, every set of eyes on you as Chris hands you the little statue.

“Congratulations,” he smiles as the two of you exchange two kisses on the cheeks before he steps aside and lets you give a speech.

You thought about writing a few words beforehand, but you figured if you end up being the winner you’d forget the whole thing, so there would be no use and that’s the case. Your mind is still blank as you look down at the award in your hands, the crowd still cheering on you, giving you a few extra moments to figure out what to say.

“I uhh—I don’t even know what to say, this feels like a dream,” you admit talking into the microphone, the clapping dying down so that everyone can hear your words. “I want to thank to everyone who worked on Sinful Heaven, because I wouldn’t be here without them. To my wonderful director and amazing costars, it’s been such a wonderful journey with you all. Thank you to my friends and family who were there with me from the very start, believing in me when I was losing faith in myself, thank you for never giving up on me. To my parents who I assume are now crying in front of the TV,” you add chuckling softly, imagining your mom and dad in tears as they listen to your words. “This is a wonderful sign to me that I am where I need to be and that I’m on the right path, so thank you for giving me even more motivation to keep me going on my way.”

Your eyes roam around all the guests until they fall on one proud man staring at you in his Gucci suit and pink dress shirt, his green eyes looking glossy as he listens to your words.

“And last but not least, thank you to one special person, because I’m convinced I wouldn’t be here tonight without him. I have one thing to tell you.” Forgetting about everyone in the theater you hold up the Oscar in your hand as you finish your speech: “Never have I ever loved someone like I love you.”

The crowd starts cheering again as you step away from the microphone and Chris is quick to jog up to you and help you down the stairs, Harry rushing back to take your hand once Chris lets go of it.

You catch him wipe a tear off his cheek as the two of you walk back to your seats hand in hand. Once you are settled, you take a deep breath and turn to Harry who is already looking at you, the same proud smile you saw from the stage still on his handsome face.

“I have never,” he tells you as his answer to the last line of your speech and you chuckle as your free hand finds the back of his neck, pulling him close. The lipstick on your lips long forgotten as you finally kiss him for the first time tonight.

“I have never either,” you whisper against his lips before kissing him again and again.

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Smiling around you wait for the audience to quiet down as you make yourself comfortable in the familiar armchair. It’s such a nostalgic feeling to sit here again.

“Y/N, it’s so nice to have you here again,” Ellen greets you once the clapping has stopped.

“Thank you for inviting me.”

“Of course. A lot has happened since the last time you were here, you won an Oscar just a few weeks ago, congratulations!”

The cheering starts again as a picture of you appears on the screen behind you, wearing your iconic pink gown, holding your Oscar in your hands.

“Thank you,” you shyly smile, still not entirely in peace with the fact that you are now an Oscar winning actress.

“Such a major thing, congrats.”

“Thank you, it is a huge thing, yes.”

“Do you already have a spot for the award? Does it have a designated place?”

“Well, for now it is in my study along with some more mementos, but I’m planning to have a little stand made in the living room,” you share your plans.

“Surely, I would want to show it off if I had an Oscar,” Ellen chuckles. “You have such a busy time behind you, have you been up to something new lately?”

“We finished filming the third season of The Umbrella Academy, so now I’m having a little break before I jump into anything new.”

“Sounds nice, you deserve all the relaxing. Anything planned while you’re on a break? A new book to read, or maybe a concert to go to?” she asks and you already know where this is heading.

“You know you can just ask if I’m planning to attend a Harry Styles concert,” you bluntly tell her, making the audience and Ellen laugh.

“Well, I was just asking around about your plans, but I’m happy you plan to visit Harry’s concert! It’s also good to know that the situation has changed since the last time you were here, you definitely have been to one of his concerts since then.”

“I have been, yes,” you admit smirking.

“And I assume the two of you are now very close, am I right?” she asks and suddenly a paparazzi photo of the two of you appears where you’re walking down the street hand in hand just a couple of weeks ago.

“You could say that,” you nod, biting into your bottom lip.

“Amazing, because he is going to join us now. Everyone, please welcome Harry Styles!” Ellen announces and turning around you spot Harry walking out from backstage, the audience screaming for him. He shyly waves around walking up to the center, greeting Ellen with a kiss on the cheek before he turns to you, pecking your lips shortly as he sits down next to you.

“Harry, so good to see you again,” Ellen smiles at him.

“Good t’ see you as well,” he nods.

“So, the last time you two were sitting here, you—it was the first time you ever met, right?”

“Right,” you nod with Harry.

“And now you are…” she gestures at the two of you, not finishing the sentence, but everyone knows what she meant by that.

“And now we are… not strangers anymore,” Harry says chuckling, making everyone in the studio laugh.

“Certainly,” Ellen nods. “Alright, I thought that we could play another game, just to bring back some nice memories,” she explains, reaching behind her armchair, grabbing the familiar board from her, flipping it in your hands with a nostalgic smile.

“Can we keep it PG rated though?” Harry asks, examining his board before looking up at Ellen.

“No,” she simply answers, reaching for her cards as the audience starts laughing. “Okay, you know how to play it, no need for explanation. Here is the first one: Never have I ever used my fame to get in somewhere.”

Ellen is quick to show the I HAVE side of her board and you slowly do the same while Harry thinks to himself.

“Oh come on, you surely have,” you elbow him playfully as he smirks in your way, holding up the same side as you and Ellen.

“We all have, it’s not a shame,” Ellen shrugs. “Next one. Never have I ever forgotten the name of someone right after they introduced themselves.”

Ellen holds up the I HAVE side and you do the same again while this time Harry flips it over to I HAVE NEVER confidently.

“Really?” Ellen asks him, surprised at his answer.

“I’m good with names,” he simply shrugs.

“That’s a good trait. Alright, let’s move on. Never have I ever punched someone in the face.”

It’s a sneaky and very shady statement. Just a few days after the incident with Levi, word got out that he was punched, a few blurry pictures floating around the internet of his bruise, then fans figured out it had to happen around the time Harry visited set and people were quick to put the picture together and assume that Harry was the one who hit Levi, but it was never confirmed.

Glancing at your boyfriend you are fighting your smile back, holding up the I HAVE NEVER side as he is looking back at you slyly, continuously flipping his board before it finally lands on I HAVE, the audience immediately rumbling at the partial confirmation and seemingly Ellen is also amazed by Harry’s honesty.

“Alright, interesting. Love that for you, Harry,” he comments making everyone laugh as you reach over and give Harry’s hand a squeeze. “Last one,” Ellen announces, reading the last statement from her cards. “Never have I ever fallen in love with someone I played never have I ever with.”

Ellen quickly shows her I HAVE NEVER side as you suck your lips into your mouth, glancing at Harry again. You share a look before you both slowly raise your boards, both reading the same sign on them: I HAVE.

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retrogalwrites · 3 years

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Aizawa Shouta x Yandere!fReader

Title: “Kiss me as if you are punching me” / view on ao3

summary: Aizawa is kidnapped by a villain obsessed with him, who hopes to finally make the hero hers.

Warnings: dubcon, coercion, unhealthy relationships, drugging, kidnapping, yandere reader, hate fucking from Aizawa's side, delusions, masochism

Other contents: creampie, orgasm denial, dom/sub dynamic, spanking, rough sex, fingering, masturbation, name calling, a twist because i like twists

Words: 2917

When Aizawa opened his eyes, he was not surprised by the tight rope around his body that kept him viciously tied to a bulky chair. He had been held hostage before, more than once even, it just came with the job, you know?

However, typically, he'd expect some decaying dirty room, some dark, gloomy basement that smelled like shit, just the usual imagery you expect from situations like these.

Instead, his surprise—utter shock if you will—came from the smell of roses and cinnamon that filled his nostrils, the vibrant color red of opulent velvet wallpaper around him and fluffy carpet under his feet of matching color. The room was dimly lit by a varied array of candles carefully placed on expensive-looking furniture, even a fancy bed, it was a very girly and sensual atmosphere that completely crushed his usual expectations of being kidnapped by an enemy. It was one of those rare times that Aizawa felt at loss of words.

"Guess who~?"

Suddenly a saccharine voice, suggestive and obscene, called from behind as a pair of hands playfully covered his eyes. Aizawa froze, of course he knew that voice very well, he groaned at the feeling of round, soft breasts pressing against the back of his head, it gave him annoying goosebumps.

Of course he recognized that voice, even the feeling of your body. For months you had roamed the streets committing mostly petty crime with the sole purpose of getting the hero Eraserhead to chase after you, like some obsessed psycho. Like a little pest, you'd pop up to cause trouble while he was on his nightly rounds without fail, always dolled up, flaunting your assets like a harlot and provoking him shamelessly. Always boldly declaring your insane love for him before managing to slip away into the shadows...

It was such a bizarre case that other heroes had started to tease him about it, laughing about the femme fatale villain that had a crush on him. He despised it, your existence did nothing but to bring yet another thing for him to be tired and annoyed about.

At least, you were a low tier threat, basically harmless really, or so he thought. Being kidnapped by you was the last thing he had expected, and that only annoyed him more, the thought that he had underestimated the situation and how unhinged you really had been.

Aizawa uttered your name under his breath like a cursed word, and you giggled delighted against his ear.

"Yes, it's me~! As expected from my darling."

"Don't call me that." He refuted your pet-names as always, mustering his most stern voice to mask the fact he was still trying to process his own shortcomings that had lead him there. "What the hell is this?"

Removing your hands from his eyes, you remained behind him, placing them instead on his broad shoulders, reminding him of the lack of his scarf-his only offensive weapon- on them.

"Well, what does it look like? I abducted you, silly." You hummed amused, tone far too casual for his liking. But with your fingers digging into the muscle, massaging his soreness, he almost gave in and sighed in relief. "You've been playing so hard to get all this time, and trust me I do love the chase but...I just can't bear with it anymore."

"Then leave me alone." He managed to say instead, as he struggled on his seat, testing the tightness of the binding around him.

"No, can't do." You replied, fingers digging into his shoulders with a more vicious grip that made him wince. "How many times do I have to repeat myself? I love you so much, I need you so bad, I may just die."

"Then die." With a deep, angry tone, he growled. " I don't have time for none of this bullshit."

Of course, you only gushed excitedly, throwing your arms around his neck and embracing him from behind so lovingly, he could feel the heat of your body. "Oh baby, I love it when you are mean!"

"You're delusional." He said.

"Well, yes." You replied. "But I'm still going to get what I want."

As you pulled back, Aizawa felt the sharp tip of a blade pressed against the back of his neck, threatening to cut through if he didn't stay put. He broke into cold sweat.

"Open your mouth."

"..."

"Open your mouth or I'll cut your head off, I really don't want to do that, dear."

You had never threatened him like that before, he hesitated for a second before spitting back, expertly to not let his tumultuous feelings show.

"I'll bite your hand off."

"You know, I wouldn't mind if you did that." You giggled again. Aizawa sighed deeply, feeling powerless against what was someone who clearly couldn't be reasoned with.

You took advantage of that to bring your fingers to his mouth, slipping inside two white pills before forcing his jaw shut with your hand so he'd have to swallow them. Aizawa tried to spit them out, but you weren't having none of it, in the end he had to swallow the dissolving drug into his system.

"What the hell...did you give me?!"

He demanded as soon as you let go of him, drool dribbling down his scruffy chin.

"Relax, it will make you feel good. I would never poison you, baby."

But it was a little too hard to believe you, of course. His silence said as much.

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you...it's an aphrodisiac."

It was like you had actually stabbed him with that knife, the severity of your words weighing on him, an understanding of what you were planning to do with him filling the hero with dread that was almost as big as his self-hatred for having stupidly refused to take you as a bigger threat sooner.

With a soft, feminine laugh, twirling gracefully, you quickly moved around to stand in front of him.

Finally getting to properly look at you, Aizawa jaw almost dropped.

Dressed in a black nightie babydoll, all lace and ribbons, showing off the perfect curves of your body, supple skin of your breasts and nipples behind see-through fabric. The edges fluttered delicately just above your upper thighs, giving him full view of the crotchless panties you wore, your slit shamelessly displayed for him to see.

His body felt as though it was on fire, eyes glued to the glistening wetness already smeared over the pink skin of your folds, even more stickiness clinging to the skin of your inner thighs showing just how fucking wet you had to be.

It was work of the aphrodisiac, he realized, how his heart began racing madly in his chest with pumping blood, a dryness in his mouth and a heat in his abdomen that was making it hard to breath properly.

Aizawa's entire willpower worked harder it ever had just to try to look uninterested at the lewd sight of you. "Well, it sure is a shame you went through all this trouble for nothing."

You pouted at his comment almost childishly, something that gave him a sense of satisfaction despite his situation still being far from improving. But Aizawa had to remain calm, because knowing his colleagues, they would be out to look for him soon enough, all he had to do was to endure ...to endure...to endure what exactly? He still wasn't completely sure, and yet that only made him shiver with unwanted thrill.

"So you say, but you seem to be a little excited already."

Drawling your words, your eyes fixated on his crotch. He looked down as well and cringed, a bulge straining against the fabric of his pants, his cock swelling up simply by looking at your own depraved arousal. He reminded himself it wasn't his fault, it was the drug, he still could fight off the effects.

"You are pathetic, forcing yourself on someone like this." He said with a groan, because his hardening cock was starting to feel uncomfortably tight inside his pants. You rolled your eyes, and laughed.

"Oh no, I'm not going to do that."

Your answer, simple and honest, took him by surprise that Aizawa couldn't conceal.

"I'll simply stand here and enjoy myself, give you a little show. I won't touch you unless you ask me to, my darling."

Before he could respond, you were soon taking one step back from him. Standing on a pair of impractical high heels and stockings, Aizawa watched as you began to sway your hips side to side with hypnotic rhythm, the fluttering edges of the lacy babydoll bringing attention to the ripe shape of your plump thighs, he could even imagine grabbing them with his large hands...fuck, dealing with you would've been far easier from the very start if you weren't so infuriatingly gorgeous.

Aizawa groaned, lips tightly shut, refusing to give you any sort of satisfaction from this.

But as if you could read his mind, you turned around playfully to give him a full view of your backside. The roundness of your fat ass, perfect to grab and force against his aching cock and rut against until he was shooting his seed all over your asscheeks, fuck...his dirty thoughts kept pulling up.

Aizawa's throbbing erection twitched with need, and he tried to rub his thighs together for just a little bit of friction. You didn't notice it in that exact moment, because you were too busy leaning forward to show off your pussy at his hungry gaze, your fingers moving to the crotchless area of your panties to spread your folds with your fingers, giving him a perfect view of your pussy's tight hole.

Even with his dry eyes, he was having a hard time blinking, unable to part away from that obscene view. Your needy little hole so wet for him right there in full display, only a whore would have such little shame and modesty, a crazy whore like you.

Aizawa didn't realize his lip had started to bleed slightly from bitting it too hard.

"God, knowing you are looking at me makes me so excited, baby." You moaned softly, voice full of adoration, looking at him over your shoulder. "Like a dream come true."

Aizawa turned his head away just to try spite you, using his messy long hair to shield his vision, an attempt to dominate this bizarre game of yours, but uncaring to his resistance, you simply continued enjoying yourself for him to witness. Slowly, you slid one finger into your dripping cunt, your legs trembling as you moaned Aizawa's name outloud.

The fire in his blood was reaching a fever pitch, the sound so obscene of his name on your tongue, accompanied to the squelching noises of your finger pumping in and out your tight walls quickly had him looking back at your depraved little show.

As soon as you felt his gaze back on you, another finger was inserted, making yourself mewl dramatically with your back arching like a cat's, then a third finger testing the stretch of your hole around them. You were taking them so well, his breath hitched. Watching how you were fucking yourself like that ignited that primal urge in him to tackle you to the floor and replace those fingers with the thickness of his cock...

"Oh, Shouta...aahhh I love you so much...!!" You started mumbling, like begging, and it made him pitifully buck his hips into the air before he could stop himself.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Aizawa was losing his mind with the drugs maximizing his lust. His cock was so swollen and hard that it was painful, his balls begging to be emptied, just any sort of relief.

Another loud, slutty moan from you that turned into a cry, as your wobbly legs gave out and you slid onto the floor slowly, still fingering yourself you switched positions. Facing him with your legs spread as you sat on the floor, you continued fingering yourself. Now your free hand massaging your own breast, punching the nipple over the fabric of the top.

"I'm so close...ahh...." you panted, looking directly at him, your little pink tongue poking out your gaping mouth. "I'll let you go once I cum, promise."

That was what broke his control, the power of the aphrodisiac too strong to fight. In that moment Aizawa knew he had lost his sense of reason. He struggled violently against the binding rope, a gutural growl erupting from deep in his chest.

"Don't you dare finishing without my permission, you damn bitch."

The commanding tone, the brutality of his voice, you froze in place as you stared at him with wide eyes. He spoke again, glaring at you with unfiltered lust and anger he hadn't felt before. "Untie me now, I'm going to fuck you. That's what you want isn't it? Then bring your pussy over here."

The look on your face was of absolute delight, almost childish in excitement. Before he knew it, you had severed the ropes tying him to the chair with the knife you had kept tucked by the elastic of your stocking.

The sequence that followed happened so fast he barely registered it, when he roughly grabbed you by the arms with his freed hands, forcing you to drop the knife as he pushed you down onto the floor. Crawling on top, Aizawa crashed his mouth against yours, lips violently molding against yours in a desperate, almost animilastic imitation of a kiss, sloppily inserting his tongue into your eager mouth, and you returned the gesture in kind. By the time he realized what had happened, he was already rutting his erection against the gash of your pussy, groaning and whining at the delicious friction.

Breaking the kiss, leaving you with bruised lips, he plopped himself onto his knees and started unbuckling his pants, pulling out his cock that was red and raw, drooling precum like it was about to burst.

"Don't get it wrong, this is only because of your damn aphrodisiac..." He hissed above you, boring his smoldering gaze into yours, stroking his member in one hand.

Then, to his still surprise, you blurted out a hearty laugh. Deviously looking at him like the cat who got the cream.

"Oh, baby...that wasn't an aphrodisiac. It was just regular aspirin."

You admitted so honestly, and Aizawa couldn't do more than stare at you completely dumbstruck for a second. But only a second.

Immediately, you helped loudly as Aizawa unceremoniously turned you over, pulling your hips up so your perky ass was up in the air, and impaled you with his thick, hard cock in one brutal thrust. You cried again, face forced flush against the carpet floor by Aizawa's hand. His hips ruthlessly starting a furious peace, drilling himself into your tight walls without mercy.

"You...damn bitch...are you trying to make a fool of me?!"

Aizawa panted, hissing each syllable with every thrust, his heavy balls slapping against your pussy mound over and over, the dry sound mixing with the wet squelching of your sex being abused.

"Apologize. Apologize for all the trouble you've caused me."

His other hand came down on your ass so hard, the stinging pain making you scream, leaving an raw imprint of his palm on your skin. And he hit you again, and again, as he fucked you relenthlessly.

"Yessss....I'm sorrryyy!!! I'm sorrryyy!!"

You moaned and cried, pain and pleasure too much to bear, words barely making sense. Tears streamed down your cheeks and yet the expression on your face couldn't be anything but pure happiness and adoration for Aizawa. "I love you so much darlin'...aaahh!!! I couldn't help myself!!"

You were so tight and snug inside, your slippery walks tightly squeezing his cock like you didn't want to ever let go of it, he could barely keep himself from cumming too soon with how fucking good you felt.

"You don't deserve to cum." He pushed himself against your back, her larger muscular frame easily pressing your entire body against the floor as he kept fucking you.

"Say it!"

"I...don't deserve to cum!!"

"I'm going to pump you full of my seed and you are going to be grateful for even that."

"Yesssss....!!!!"

Aizawa was soon shooting a heavy load into you, all that accumulated lust from all your teasing, all your annoying chase, all the undying love you proclaimed for him and he had no idea what to do with. He responded to your feelings the only way he knew how, and thick jets of white cum shoot into your womb, painting your walls with his semen until his balls stopped throbbing.

You were full of his cum, a babbling mess looking like you had seen heaven.

Aizawa wasn't sure himself, if he was in heaven or hell.

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"Hey! Just got a call from the police, guess which wacky villainess is causing trouble downtown today?" The voice of Mic rang into the teacher lounge, peaking his head through he door.

"I don't want to guess." Aizawa muttered softly, quickly getting up on his feet and adjusting his googles, ready to head out. "I'll take care of it."

"Why, Shouta! If I didn't know better, I'd think ya rush to go see her quite a lot these days." A teasing smile, Mic tilted his head curiously. "Did something happen between you two?"

A pause, and the hero turned around to leave.

"Don't be ridiculous."

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deepperplexity · 3 years

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Prompt: 6. Christmas Food

Request: @slytherinmagic38 - "I have a request! Would you be open to writing a fanfic on Snape x Lily? They're my OTP... *^* Can it be super fluffly? >///< I live for the fluff XD"

A/N: So I got this request and I just had to make it a Snapemas fic since I got a fluffy idea regarding Snape cooking a whole Christmas dinner for Lily and their friends. This fic is a little OC (and AU) for many characters; you'll see ;) (Disclaimer! I am NOT good at fluff, sorry slytherinmagic38, but I will do my best!)

Setting: Spinner's End, Snape's House

Pairing: Snape x Lily

Word count: 3674

Warnings: Fluff, Love, Kissing

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He had been slaving in the kitchen since the early hours of the morning. The house smelled of ham, turkey, gingerbread cookies, potatoes and all things good with Christmas food. He was so nervous he had barely gotten any sleep. Everything had to be perfect. Absolutely perfect. Because she was coming. Lily. Lovely, sweet Lily whom he had adored since the first day they met.

He smiled to himself as his cheeks turned a shade of scarlet red. Just the thought of her was enough to make him all giddy despite being an adult. Despite being nearly 24 years old. He was just a boy in love when it came to her.

The doorbell rang and his entire body went numb. He had just finished setting the table and had lit the last of the many candles that made the room shine in a warm glow. She's here, he thought to himself and hurriedly walked tot he door. He took a deep breath before he unlocked and open it.

There she stood, packed in thick clothes and while she held a pie in her hands. "Merry Christmas, Sev," she said happily and he smiled so wide his cheeks hurt. "Merry Christmas, Flower," he answered and stepped away from the opening so she could come in. Her smile was instantly wider and she handed him the pie before she closed the door behind her.

"It's so cold," she murmured as she took off her coat, hat, gloves, scarf and boots. "Well, it has been snowing." Severus just watched her with glittering eyes as she laughed. "True, true, at least it's nice and warm with you," she said and his heart fluttered at her words. Her cheeks a bit red - from the cold or the sweet words he did not know.

"Well, um, come in," he said as he fumbled for anything nice to say back, "feel free to heat up by the fire." He turned at those words and walked toward the kitchen. Her soft steps echoed behind him. "What have you been cooking? It smells divine!" Severus still smiled, just being close to her made him happy. Happy and content.

"Food," he murmured sheepishly and she laughed. It echoed all through the house and he loved that sound. "I know that, but what food Sev? What lovely creations have you come up with for us?" "Have a look," he said as they entered the kitchen and he placed the pie among a mountain of food - everything from the simplest of homemade bread to the most garnished turkey one could imagine.

Lily gawked, Severus held his breath. She turned towards him and closed her mouth as if she just had figured out it was open. He became nervous and fiddled with his fingers behind his back. "Is it not enough?" he asked as he ventured to look into her clear eyes. "Enough? Oh, Severus, it's far too much!" she gushed with a hand against her throat. "Guess I'm not used to cooking for more than one," he said, "I just, wanted you to have all the things you'd like." She smiled at him and laid her hand upon his arm. "This is more than I could ever want. Let's hope the others are hungry, so it doesn't go to waste." Severus nodded at her words but were totally lost in her twinkling eyes.

"Well, let's get cracking," Lily said as she rolled up her sleeves and rubbed her hands together in a joyous kind of way. Severus chuckled and did the same. "You really are a great cook," she said softly and her face seemed to turn a little red again. Severus felt the heat of a blush as well. "Thank- thank you," he murmured as his voice was a bit unstable from her proximity.

They moved all the food out to the table Severus had set up in the living room. He had clear the room as best he could to fit the giant piece of furniture with all the chairs that belonged to it. Lily bumped into him at times, or she reached across him to place a food item down. Every time she was close the faint smell of ginger, honey and summer wafted up to his nose and he nearly hummed in delight.

Severus tried his best not to touch her but he found himself accidentally touching her hand from time to time as they passed each other. While they each went for the pie in the kitchen the same thing happened again and the warmth of her made him shiver as it spread through him like the softest of summer breeze.

"Flower, I-" The doorbell rang and Severus nearly cursed at the damn sound. "That must be the others!" Lily exclaimed excitedly but her eyes lingered on him. A soft look and Severus felt the hammering in his chest yet again. "I-" The doorbell rang again and Severus sighed. "We'll talk later Sev," Lily said as she left to open the door after she gave him a quick pat on his upper arm. Warmth spread from where she had touched him for that single little moment in time.

Severus followed with a smile. Her red hair shined in the candlelight and he could not help but adore the dress she wore as it fitted her perfectly (and gave him a very fine view as well). She opened the door and a chorus of Christmas wishes exploded in the tight hallway as it filled up with people Severus had invited. Mostly to make Lily happy but also because he was rather happy he had friends. Sure they hadn't started off as friends, rather the opposite but as he had changed, thanks to Lily among others, so had they.

"I'm starving!" Sirius roared. "Oy, oy, hold on a minute," Remus chuckled as he came up behind the man. "Yeah Padfoot, let us at least get inside!" James hollered with a chuckle and Sirius made a fainting gesture as he groaned. Severus chuckled and Lily laughed. It was the most wondrous sound for him. "You can hang your coats there," Severus said as he pointed with open palm towards the wardrobe that he had nearly emptied for the coming guests ease. "Will do," Remus said with a smile and Severus smiled back.

As the men filed in Severus looked outside, to see if Peter were joining as well. But he could not see him. Or the other guests he had invited. As much as he and the Marauders were friends (again, thanks to lovely Lily) he had also invited his own friends. And, a person of high meaning to Lily - despite the fact that he did not quite enjoy that person's company. And he had only had word that very morning that she would indeed join them - with the words 'only for my sister' dashed out at the end of the muggle Christmas card.

"SIRIUS BLACK you hold on just a minute!" Lily's voice rang out with mocked sternness and Severus closed the door and headed towards the living room where the noise came from. He found a rather funny scene on the other side of the wall. Sirius was frozen mid-air with his hands over the freshly baked bread Severus had made. Lily with her hands on her hips stared at him and he looked like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. The other’s were snickering as they shook their heads.

"The food is for all of us, you mut!" The word was said with love and Sirius mocked a howl. "But, the doggie is starving Lil!" he said with a pleading voice and Lily shook her head. "It's quite alright, take one Sirius," Severus said with a short nod. Sirius beamed and winked at Lily before he snagged a piece fo the bread that was dusted with varying seeds and coated in honey.

"You are utterly hopeless," Lily whined as Sirius gulped down the bread with a grin. Severus came up behind Lily and placed his hand ever so gently on the small of her back. She looked up at him and smiled. It was a soft smile, filled with joy and tender feelings. Severus's knees shook a bit as he could not help but feel utterly smitten and frankly in love with the woman. "And you spoil him, Sev," she said with a slight tsk but nonetheless kept her smile. "It's that or whining until the others arrive." Lily nodded, seemingly pondering on something.

The doorbell rang yet again, just loud enough to be heard over the laughter and Christmas carols that blurted from the little radio in the window. Severus were reluctant to move as Lily had sat down right next to him and their knees were softly pressed against each other; despite the fact that she had plenty of room on the couch she chose to sit right next to him.

With a slight sigh Severus got up, "I'll see who's joining us." He walked out of the room as the other continued their conversation on new spells and the possible uses for them in humorous ways. Severus stalked over to the door and opened it. "Mewy 'wistmas!" rang out as little Draco, merely four years old, beamed up at him. "Merry Christmas Draco," Severus said and crouched to his level, "what have you got there?" "'oockies!" He said happily and stretched the little box towards Severus, "Fo' eve'yone." Severus smiled and thanked the little boy before he rose again and Draco went inside; as he eagerly shed his coat, hat, gloves and boots.

"We apologies, we couldn't find a sitter for him," Narcissa said, with a gentle smile. "That's quite alright, I believe Lily will be rather happy. Merry Christmas," he said and Narcissa smiled wider. "Merry Christmas, Severus." "Yes, Merry Christmas indeed," Lucius said with a chuckle as laughter and cooing could be heard from the living room. The Marauders were not quite friends with the couple but they all were friendly enough and James quite often discussed work (the fun parts) with Lucius as they were tightly connected being in the same department at the Ministry.

"I hear the cavalry is here?" Lucius drawled and Severus nodded with a tight smile. "Oh Lucius, stop it," Narcissa chided with a light pat on his shoulder. Lucius smiled at his wife and Severus could not help but wonder if he and Lily could ever have such a relationship. A marriage between them. He pushed the thought away, he was already nervous as it was.

"This way," Severus said and led the couple into the living room where Draco already ran around and played with all of the present people. Lily was the favourite, obviously. Severus looked as Draco told Lily all about the cookies he and his mother had baked for everyone. Lily cooed and praised him for his hard work. Draco beamed at her, as only a happy child could. But Severus only had eyes for Lily. She beamed nearly just as bright and his chest tightened with love for the woman.

"So, are we all here? Can we dig in?" Sirius said as he clapped his hands together with a grin. "We-" started Lily but Severus interrupted her. "Flower, we are not all here yet," he said softly with a tender smile only for her. She looked puzzled while she looked between him and the table as it was set for eight people (since he had a hunch Peter would not arrive as he had heard not the slightest sound from the man). "Draco needs a place to sit, he was not planned." Lily smiled, but still looked puzzled. "We are really sorry, Severus," Narcissa said in a hushed tone. Severus waved his hand. "Nonsense, the boy is a joy," he said with a smile to both Narcissa and Lucius whom both smiled back at him. Obviously relieved.

"Who are we waiting for then?" Lily asked as she was rearranging the table setting. Severus smiled fondly towards her. "That, sweet Flower, is for you to see when-" and the doorbell rang again, "well, there we go," Severus declared before he rushed towards the door so as Lily would not beat him to it.

He opened it swiftly with a smile as he did not wish to make the relationship with Petunia any more strained than it already was. She was a, well, not very likeable woman to be frank. But he tried, by Merlin did he try. "Mrs Dursley," he said and gave her a gentle nod. She huffed. "Petunia is fine," she muttered as she took off her gloves with quite the show. "Petunia," Severus uttered as he stepped out of her path to allow her access to his home. Even if he didn't really enjoy the idea of it. For Lily, this is for Lily, he thought so as not to sneer at the woman as she hung her coat and changed her shoes to a pair of low heels.

"Sev, who- Tuni!" Lily screamed with glee as she rushed past Severus and took her sister in her arms. Petunia smiled as she petted Lily's back and Severus could not help but smile as well. They were opposites but they loved each other dearly. "Oh Lily, honestly, we saw each other just two weeks ago," Petunia spoke with a huff but seemed rather happy her sister was so excited to see her. "That was two weeks ago, and not at a Christmas dinner!" Petunia simply huffed and remained quiet.

"What's going on? We're starving back here!" Sirius called as he strolled into the hallway. "We're all here now," Severus said, "Petunia was the last one." "Well thank Merlin! Let's eat!" Sirius was gone before anyone had time to utter a word.

Severus had been kind enough to tell Petunia who would be joining them so the woman had obviously prepared herself as she didn't sneer or comment on Sirius behaviour. After all, they all knew each other quite well. Well, most likely she knows all of them deeper than they know her. Such a private person, Severus thought as he followed the sisters into the living room where Petunia actually looked pleasantly surprised by all the decorations and the splendid looking food.

"Well then, let's get seated," Severus said and pointed towards the table with an open palm as he waited for all of them to take a seat where ever they wanted. He would take whatever seat available, but he hoped to be next to Lily.

He ended up at the head of the table, Lily to his right and Narcissa to his left. He was quite happy with that. On the right side were Lily, Petunia, Remus and Sirius. On the left sat Narcissa, Draco, Lucius and then James. All were chatting and eating. All seemed happy and content. Severus made sure everyone's glasses were full and asked if anyone wanted anything that was not at the table. Draco, the little picky-eater, said he wanted apples. Sliced apples. Severus chuckled and headed off to the kitchen.

As he was slicing a green apple muffled steps were heard. He turned to see Lily, with a smile and an empty wine bottle in her hand. "Have any more, Sev?" "Top right cupboard," he said with a jerk of his chin. She walked past him, her elbow graced him as she placed the empty bottle on the counter and he stilled for a moment.

"I know you invited her for my sake," Lily said as she stood next to him. "Obviously," Severus stated as he moved the apple slices into a little bowl with a red Christmas pattern on it. "Severus," Lilly whispered as she placed her slender hand on top of his, "that was very sweet." He stilled, a gentle warmth spread through him and he turned his hand to take hers in his. "Anything for you, Flower." The whisper was soft and hushed. His heart hammered as their fingers intertwined.

"How long are you going to keep me waiting?" Lily asked and Severus jerk his head up only to be met with her loving eyes tenderly looking back at him. "Pardon?" "Oh Sev, we've been at this for a year now. Why haven't you asked me out yet?" Severus swallowed as his knees shook a tad. Everything went so still and quiet as she gazed at him longingly. He was out of words. And air. He sucked in a huge gulp as he noticed he really wasn't breathing.

"I didn't know- I wasn't sure-" he rambled as her hand squeezed his gently. "You know Sev, don't be so insecure. You know I'm in love with you." Severus's eyes turned wide and he blushed scarlet. Lily giggled sweetly. "Okay then, Severus, will you go out with me?" she said as the giggles had died down and he just stared at her for a long moment.

"Yes," was the only word that left his lips as he breathed out. She smiled and before he even had a chance to react she had kissed his cheeks softly. "Come on, they're waiting," Lily said and Severus nodded as he were afraid his voice would break if he spoke. So he followed her, a bowl of apple slices in his hand and a bottle of wine in her hand, as they walked back tot he living room and the guest's who were laughing and talking loudly.

An odd feeling swept in over Severus as he handed the bowl to Draco. It was warm and soft. Safe and joyfully. He was, well, he was happy. Truly happy. He had friends, he had loved ones and he had what could be described as a family. Something he had barely dared to hope for. But there he was, hosting a Christmas dinner in his home with Lily by his side and friends all around the table that was covered in the food he had cooked. Surrounded by Christmas decorations and laughter. Now, now I do sort of understand all that talk about family. And friends. Of its importance. No one should live without this. The thoughts were silent yet he smiled warmly as Lily grabbed his hand atop the table and squeezed it again.

"Finally!" Remus shouted and everyone went utterly still and quiet as Remus never spoke with such raised voice (unless he was bantering with Sirius that is). Everyone looked at the smiling werewolf who seemed wickedly pleased. "Maybe now you can shut up about him not asking you out," he said with a grin towards Lily who blushed deeply.

All eyes turned to them and Severus stiffened but Lily held his hand firmly and with a theatrical show she lifted his hand and kissed his knuckles as she smiled so broadly all her white teeth were flashed after the kiss. "Maybe you should make your own Christmas miracle to, Remus?" she chuckled and the looks she gave him told everyone at the table that Lily and Remus had a secret. Severus appeared to be the only one who noticed the slight glance Remus gave Sirius. As if he just darted around with his eyes. But Severus saw that look instantly and knew what it meant.

"What miracle?" Sirius asked with his mouth full of chicken. Severus could not help but internally laugh at Petunias aghast expression at the man's table manners. "Oh hush, don't speak with your mouth full," Remus chided and Severus chuckled as Lily shook her head. "What?" Sirius asked, baffled, "tell me about this miracle!" he raved as he chewed but nobody said anything. Remus simply smiled softly as he shared a look with Lily who gave a just as soft smile back.

"It was lovely Severus," Narcissa said as Draco hung over her shoulder in a deep slumber. "I'm glad you came," he answered. "So are we," Lucius interfered and Severus smiled at the both of them. "We are happy for you, dear Severus, truly." Narcissa smiled at him and he nodded in thanks. "Have a safe trip." "Thank you for the food and company, it was enjoyable." Lucius shook Severus's hand and then they were on their way. Just like Remus, Sirius and James had been a moment earlier.

In the living room - the very messy living room - sat Petunia and Lily. Both held a glass of wine each and they chatted quietly but happily. Severus lingered in the door frame for a moment. Just to look at her, lovely Lily. Such beauty, he thought and that warmth spread even further through him.

At that moment, Lily looked up and smiled at him. "Come join us, Sev." She beckoned him with a wave of his hand. He summoned a glass of fire whiskey as he walked towards the women and sat down in the chair opposite them. "Lily tells me you did all the cooking?" Petunia said and he voice was not quite so stuffy as it usually was. "Indeed, I did." "It was lovely." Severus arched a brow in surprise at the praise that came from Petunia. "Well look at that, another Christmas miracle," Lily giggled and Severus chuckled as Petunia smiled with an ever so slight blush to her pale skin.

"You will look after her, won't you?" Petunia's voice was soft yet stern and Severus nodded. "Pfft, more likely I'll look after him," Lily giggled and Severus chuckled yet again. "Flower, I believe you are right." Petunia seemed happy with the words so none of them pressed the matter further. Severus assumed the sister had spoken just between themselves about the whole thing before he arrived. He was just happy that Petunia seemed a bit more accepting and the fact that Lily had asked him to go out with her.

"Well, I should get going." Petunia stood as she spoke. "Already?" Lily pouted and Petunia gave a tense smile. "We'll see each other in a few days for Christmas." Lily nodded at that and Petunia's gaze drifted over to Severus. "You are welcome too," she said, "if you want. But there will only be muggles there so no magic." Severus nodded. "It would be a delight," he said and he actually meant the words. No, he did not fancy Petunia, or her large husband Vernon and the spoiled child of theirs, but he was happy to have been invited. Happy to have been somewhat accepted as Christmas was a rather huge event in the muggle world.

"I will see you both promptly at eleven then," Petunia said as she walked towards the hallway. Both Severus and Lily followed. "Yes, Tuni," Lily said with a smile, "promptly at eleven." "Anything we should bring?" Severus asked and Petunia pondered for a moment as she took her coat, hat, gloves and scarf. "That bread was quite lovely," she said and Severus smiled with a nod. "I will bring some freshly baked. Have a safe trip," Severus said and left the sister to say their goodbyes in private.

A few moments later the door closed and Severus drank the last of the fire whiskey as Lily stepped into the living room again. She curled up on the couch and looked at him. He looked right back at her. "So, nothing to say?" she asked and he felt as though she was trying to get at something specific. "No, I do not believe so," Severus said with a raised brow. Lily sighed and shook her head. "Nothing at all?" "No?"

It took a moment of silence. Severus turned deathly pale. His back was stiff as a rod. His hands were slightly damp with sweat and his heart pounded so harshly in the confinement of his chest that he feared it might have popped out if it could have done so. She's in love with me, was the only thought that crossed his mind.

"You love me?" he asked. His voice was so low and shaky, it was nearly audible. Lily beamed at him. "I do," she said with a small nod. She didn't move as Severus seemed to rearrange something. The world perhaps. "But, that can't be right?" "Oh, why ever not?" "Because I'm-" "The most handsome and loving man I have ever met? True." Lily's words came so fast he had no time to speak. "The most brilliant and most gentle man I have ever met? Also true." She waltzed over to him as she continued to speak loving words of adoration and for every syllable that left her lips, he felt something in his chest expand.

"Severus, you always look down on yourself. Why can't you just see how wonderful you are and let me love you?" Lily asked as she sat down in his lap and laid her hands on his shoulders as his arms instinctively wrapped around her. "I love you," he whispered softly and she smiled as her fingers caressed his jaw. "I love you too." Her lips graced his cheek tenderly.

"What do you say about skipping the whole dating ordeal and just love each other?" Severus swallowed yet nodded at her words. "Flower," he murmured and as some sort of courage surged threw him he kissed her soft lips tenderly as her hands cradled his face and his arms pressed her towards him. The smell of Christmas food and her filled his nose and he loved every moment of time she gave him. Just as he loved her lips on his. Christmas miracle indeed...

So this turned out to be a long fic but I just couldn't stop myself. I'm not good at short stuff and I felt this had the potential to be "dragged out a bit" so to speak. Lily is not a character I enjoy shipping with Severus personally BUT this was fun to write and I love to take creative liberty with characters like this. Make love where there is supposed to be hate according to canon.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this one and that it was up to scratch both as a Snapemas fic and a request despite my rather poor skills in writing fluffy stuff xD ^^

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Ok, I know it’s the end of May, and that Mermay is usually a drawing thing, but I wanted to write something. So, this is based on RE1 but with Mer!Wesker taking Neptune’s place. The fic might feel a little jumpy in parts because I didn’t really want to rehash the ‘gameplay’ of the game too much, just add some fluffy h\c goodness to it :)

Chris stopped at the edge of the flooded corridor, eyeing the murky water with trepidation. But he’d explored as much of the residence as he could and this was the only way forward. He raised his gun, wading cautiously into the water, which got deeper rapidly, and he was up to his waist by the time he’d reached the doors. The weight of the water made the doors heavy and he had to force them open, grunting as he finally made it through. His eyes widened as he saw the man pressed against the centre supports. ‘Richard!’

‘Chris!’ Richard clung to the railing, glancing around in fear.

Chris started to walk towards him.

‘Chris, stop, no!’ He reached out for Chris as something leaped out of the water at him.

His reflexes kicked in automatically and Chris nailed the shape with a quick gunshot. It screamed in a disturbingly human voice as blood sprayed, and it vanished beneath the water again. ‘Richard!’ Chris hauled him up, he was shaken but unharmed. ‘Let’s go before that thing comes back.’ He fought the slight current to get around to the other side of the room, keeping his gun handy as he caught motion below them.

A toothy maw appeared and he shot at it, the shark slipping off rather than pursue him. Chris kept moving, calling to Richard to do the same, whatever had first attacked them had definitely not been a normal shark and they needed to get out of the water. He jiggled the door handle, swearing as it didn’t open, then remembered the key he’d found earlier. Thankfully it worked and when they were both inside he slammed the door shut.

‘Where’s Rebecca?’ Chris asked, watching as Richard slid to the ground. He didn’t look good, pale and sweating from the poison even though he’d been given the serum.

‘I dunno. She heard something and left.’ Richard groaned and leaned against the wall.

Chris swore under his breath, they needed to stop getting separated. But now he had to leave Richard to continue investigating. ‘Stay here.’ Chris ordered him.

He nodded meekly, looking embarrassed. ‘Chris, I dropped my gun in the water.’

‘Ok, I’ll keep an eye out.’

Chris went down the ladder, momentarily confused at the room below. He looked over the control panels, realised what they were for, and started draining the room. Something slammed into one of the windows, leaving blood and a worrying crack. ‘Shit.’ The metal shutters froze as they locked up.

‘Chris?’ Richard yelled over the alarms.

‘I’ve got it!’ He shouted back, scrambling to get the shutters moving again. It worked and he breathed a sigh of relief as they closed, the rush of the water draining echoing loudly in the small room.

‘I’m going to keep moving. You should wait.’ Chris called to Richard, only heading off when he got confirmation.

He spun the next door open, finding himself in what seemed to be a storage area with two more doors. Picking one at random he opened it to see what had to be the bottom of the previously flooded aqua ring. A shark flopped off to one side, dying in the air. Richard’s shotgun was just past it and Chris slung it over his shoulder to take back up to him. He searched the area then moved on a bit further, pocketing the key he found.

There was a shallow pool still at the far end of the room, and he gripped his gun as he headed towards it, glimpsing something moving in the water. A shark tail swished and retreated as he got closer, a soft gasp accompanying the movement. And then Chris finally saw it clearly, and even though he’d seen impossible things tonight, this was something else entirely.

The creature’s lower body resembled a shark, but its upper torso seemed to be mostly human. It was huddled in the corner farthest from Chris, its tail drawn up defensively. One of its hands was pressed against its shoulder, blood leaking through its fingers to drip down the pale skin of its chest, and Chris realised that this was the thing he’d shot to save Richard. Or maybe it wasn’t a thing after all. Blond hair was plastered messily to its face as it raised its head, and despite the glowing red, slit-pupiled eyes glaring at him, Chris could see that the creature was frightened. Nothing he’d met, and killed, so far had displayed any remnant of emotion or intelligence, but his gut instinct told him that this one was different. And strangely, ethereally, beautiful. Thin lips pulled back to bare sharp-looking teeth as it hissed a warning at him, its tail churning up the water around it.

‘Hey, it’s ok.’ Chris tried to calm him down. The word merman popped into his head, and it was as good a term as any other, this whole place was insane anyway. ‘Can you understand me?’ He probably should’ve asked that first.

The merman nodded warily, his eyes tracking Chris’ slow movements as he got closer to him. Then he noticed the gun still in Chris’ hand, cringing away with a faint cry.

‘Shit.’ Chris holstered it, trusting his instincts that he wasn’t in danger. ‘I won’t hurt you again. I’m sorry I shot you, but you were going after my friend.’

Cautiously, the merman peered up at him through damp strands of blond hair, his eyes orange now and no longer glowing as brightly.

He didn’t know what he was going to do, but he knew that he couldn’t leave someone who needed help to fend for themselves in this deathtrap. ‘I’m Chris. Do you have a name?’

The merman gave him a startled look that changed to sad resignation as he shook his head.

Unsure if that meant that he didn’t have a name or just that he couldn’t speak, Chris moved on. He reached for the first aid supplies secured to his belt. ‘Can I take a look at your wound?’ While he didn’t regret protecting Richard, he did feel rather guilty at the pain he’d caused.

Orange eyes narrowed in suspicion, but after a moment the merman nodded. His hand slipped off the injury as Chris knelt beside him so he could see better. The merman could’ve easily attacked him, and Chris was too close to evade, but for some reason they’d mutually decided on a truce. Chris inspected the gunshot wound, glad that it had gone through so he wouldn’t have to dig a bullet out, and that because of the angle he hadn’t hit any major arteries. ‘Ok, it’s not too bad. I’m just going to wash it out and then put a bandage on.’ He glanced up before touching the merman, almost reeling back at how unexpectedly near to each other they were, the merman’s face only inches from his own. A hint of pink coloured the merman’s pale cheeks as he quickly averted his gaze, splashing some water onto his shoulder to clean the blood off as a distraction.

Chris patched him up efficiently, trying not to let his hands linger too long on the merman’s skin, which felt completely human except for being a bit too cool. He had enough to deal with right now without also being oddly attracted to a merman. When he was done he stood up, considering the merman and the situation thoughtfully. ‘I’m going to get my friend, I’ll be back in a minute.’

Chris ran, finding that Richard had come down the ladder to sit at the table in the control room. ‘Chris! Did you find anything?’

‘Yeah, but it’s not exactly what I expected.’ Chris shook his head to fend off any questions. ‘I could use your help.’

‘Sure thing.’

‘Don’t panic.’ Chris warned him as they got close enough to see the merman. ‘I know he looks scary, but he seems to be friendly.’

‘What? Oh god, what is that thing?’ Richard stepped back.

The merman tensed and hissed, his eyes flashing red.

‘Everybody calm down.’ Chris ordered. ‘Richard, I need you to help me get him out of here.’

‘Are you insane? It attacked me! You shot it!’

‘He’s intelligent, and I’m not leaving him here.’

Richard stared at him, then finally conceded with a grimace. ‘I’m not getting near it though.’

‘Fine.’ Chris knelt next to the merman, frowning as he considered the shark tail. ‘I don’t know much about sharks, but I think you need to be kept wet. But I also need to get you out of here, so I’m going to do my best, ok?’

The merman nodded, watching as Chris removed his vest and his shirt, and maybe it was his imagination that those orange eyes lingered a little too long on his bare chest before he put the vest back on. Focus, he ordered himself. He soaked the shirt in the shallow water, making sure it was saturated and then he moved to wrap it around the shark tail. The merman flinched and hissed, and he heard Richard fidget behind him. ‘I’m going to put this around you to keep you wet.’ He explained patiently.

The merman narrowed his eyes before nodding again, helping Chris as best he could.

‘Ok.’ Chris picked him up, staggering a bit under the weight, and the merman gasped and grabbed his shoulder. ‘It’s ok, I’ve got you.’ He was heavy, but Chris was strong enough to carry him. The scales under one arm were surprisingly smooth, he remembered too late that shark skin was supposed to be like sandpaper and he was lucky he hadn’t inadvertently cut himself open. The slightly cool human skin under his other arm was far more distracting, especially when the merman leaned into him a bit more.

‘Where’re we going?’ Richard asked, drawing Chris’ attention.

‘Um.’ Chris tried to think, remembering a bathroom with a tub in one of the residence rooms. If they cleared the zombies out maybe he could leave the merman and Richard there while he continued exploring. ‘I’ve got an idea. This way.’ He directed Richard out of the aqua ring and back to the main floor.

A sudden gunshot made him exchange a glance with Richard, the man hefting his shotgun in readiness. But it was a friend who appeared around the corner.

‘Richard!’ Jill lowered her gun in surprise at seeing him, then her eyes widened as she caught sight of Chris and the merman. ‘Chris! What-’

‘I honestly don’t know.’ Chris shook his head, feeling claw-like nails dig into his shoulder as the merman gave a low hiss at their stares. ‘Rebecca!’ He said in shock as the younger woman came up behind Jill.

‘Chris! Richard!’ Rebecca turned a stern, disapproving glare on her patient. ‘You were supposed to stay in bed.’

Richard looked sheepish.

‘We should get somewhere safer.’ Jill interrupted the conversation with the practical suggestion.

They went to the room Chris had been thinking of, dragging the bodies, including the apparent suicide, no one wanted to take chances, out into the corridor where Jill burned them as an additional precaution. Chris deposited the merman in the tub, leaving him to fill it with water while he talked to his teammates about their next move. Richard had been banished back to lie in bed with Rebecca alternately fussing over and chiding him.

‘A merman?’ Jill asked Chris with a raised eyebrow.

He huffed a bit defensively. ‘He needed help.’

‘And he’s pretty.’ She teased him with a grin.

Chris wished he wasn’t blushing as he firmly stated once more: ‘He needed help.’

‘Uh huh.’ The grin widened.

‘Anyway, I found this too.’ Trying to get them back on track and Jill’s attention off his love life, Chris showed her the key.

She took it to examine the writing. ‘Ok, you stay here with your merman. And make sure Richard stays too.’

Chris almost protested about them splitting up again but Jill overrode him.

‘Someone needs to protect them. And with Rebecca’s help I think I can synthesise a chemical to get rid of that plant.’

Rebecca looked up at her name. ‘Ok. Richard should be fine as long as he doesn’t move around too much.’

‘Ok.’ Chris deferred to their expertise. ‘I’ll stay here.’

‘I found these notes…’ Jill’s voice trailed off as she closed and locked the door.

Chris checked on Richard, who was resting comfortably, so he went back to the bathroom. The merman was idly flicking the water in the tub with his tail, eyeing Chris warily as he came in. It was rather sad to see him crammed into a small dingy bathtub, but there was still something regal about him despite his surroundings.

‘You doing ok?’

He shrugged at the question, wincing as the movement jarred his shoulder.

‘Jill and Rebecca are trying to figure out the next step to getting us out of here.’ Chris explained what was happening. ‘We’ll get you out too.’

The merman studied him as if trying to ascertain if he was being truthful or not.

‘I promise I won’t leave you here.’ He swore rashly, not even knowing why this was so important to him. Maybe he’d already lost too many friends that he would save anyone he possibly could.

A faint bemused smile actually crept across the merman’s face at the promise. He splashed some more water around, then slumped down further into the tub.

‘Is there not enough water?’ Before he realised what he was doing, Chris had cupped his hands, scooped up some water and was pouring it over the merman’s uninjured shoulder. His own skin brushed the merman’s cool, pale skin, and he flushed a bit, enjoying how it felt more than he should.

Orange eyes met his as Chris automatically continued, his lips parting in a soft gasp of surprise, but he didn’t stop Chris. It was inappropriate and poorly timed, and Chris just kept doing it, trailing his fingers down the well-defined muscles of the merman’s chest along with the water he’d poured. The merman seemed equally as mesmerised, watching Chris with a slight flush on his own cheeks.

The sound of the key turning in the lock made him jump, more in embarrassment at what he’d been doing than in concern that it was a zombie coming into the room. Jill and Rebecca had dispatched the plant to find yet another key and they headed back to the main mansion to investigate further.

Richard was still sleeping, and so Chris returned to sit next to the bathtub. They sat in silence for a few moments, the merman swishing his tail to make the water move in small rippling waves as if he was bored. ‘Um.’ Chris said, struggling for something to say.

The merman peered over the side of the tub at him with a blond eyebrow raised, then shifted so his arms were crossed on the edge, waiting attentively for Chris to continue.

‘I guess I could tell you how we ended up here?’ Even though, or maybe because, the merman didn’t reply, when that topic was exhausted Chris found himself rambling inanely about anything that popped into his head. It wasn’t like him but the merman’s obvious interest and encouraging nods made him want to keep talking.

This time however Jill and Rebecca seemed to be gone for hours, and eventually Chris fell into a light doze with his head resting against the side of the bathtub. A damp hand combed through his hair in a soothing repetitive motion, sharp nails gently prickling along his scalp as the merman stroked his head.

Chris startled at the door opening again, and the snarling hiss of the merman near him as his hand tightened in his hair.

Jill raised an eyebrow at the sight, but she was grinning about something else. ‘We found Barry.’

The man waved over her shoulder, faltering in confusion as he saw the merman.

Chris quickly smiled back, relieved that someone else was alive, especially Barry. ‘Hey. Finally, some good news.’

‘Yeah.’ Jill’s expression turned grim. ‘That might be the only good news though. We didn’t go very far into it, but there’s an underground laboratory here.’

‘And it’s the only place left to explore.’ Chris filled in the rest himself with a sigh.

They all headed down to the lab entrance, Chris unhappily leaving the merman on the cold floor. He’d wrapped some wet blankets around him, and his body temperature didn’t seem to be that of a normal human, but Chris was still worried about him catching a chill. ‘I hope you’ll be ok here for a bit.’ The merman nodded, squeezing Chris’ hand in what he assumed was supposed to be a reassuring gesture.

It would have to do, so he stood up and rejoined the others. ‘I want to go down into the lab.’

Jill’s eyes flicked to the merman as she guessed why. ‘You think there’s information about him?’

‘I hope so.’ Chris looked back at him too, gazing into orange eyes that seemed to soften only for him, realising he was staring too long when Jill cleared her throat.

‘Rebecca and Barry can stay here then?’ She glanced at them for confirmation before tilting her head at Chris. ‘Let’s go.’

There was some information scattered around about the various research projects being worked on, and they learned that Umbrella was behind this entire thing. As valuable, and alarming, as that knowledge was, Chris wasn’t satisfied since he still hadn’t found anything specific on the merman.

Chris flipped through the slides, frowning at the images of sharks, but the merman wasn’t pictured. A slide of the researchers working here… He quickly went back, focussing on the tall blond on the right hand side. The man was wearing sunglasses for some reason, but the hair and the features were eerily familiar. Chris read the name, A. Wesker, recalling other files that had mentioned an Albert Wesker. He stared at the picture of the man, anger rising. They’d even experimented on their own people, but why? Had it been an accident, or had Wesker threatened the operation somehow? Chris wasn’t sure, but he’d found a name for the mysterious merman and potentially a source of information on exactly what had been going on down here.

‘Chris?’

‘Look at these.’ Chris showed Jill the slides.

‘Interesting.’ She frowned thoughtfully. ‘Does this change your mind about him?’

‘No.’ He didn’t need any time to consider his answer. ‘Even as involved in this as he obviously was… I don’t think he volunteered to be a science project.’

‘It would help if we could ask him.’ Jill shook her head, her tone turning sarcastically cheerful. ‘Maybe later. Right now, I’ve got another key.’

‘Yay.’ Chris offered with a wry grin.

Before they searched for a lock though, they went back to the others to resupply and check on them. Chris knelt down next to the merman, speaking quietly. ‘Your name’s Albert, right?’

Wide orange eyes stared at him in shock, then he slowly nodded.

‘You worked for Umbrella as a researcher. Here.’ He tried not to make it sound too much like an accusation, but Albert drew away, hunching his shoulders as if expecting Chris to lash out at him physically as he reluctantly nodded again. Seeing his open fear upset Chris, but he knew that he was right about the circumstances that had led to the man’s transformation, and it made him wonder in how many other ways he’d been hurt. Chris kept his voice soft, the last thing he wanted was for the merman to be scared of him. ‘I didn’t find anything else, but… they did this to you, didn’t they? As part of an experiment?’

Another nod.

Tentatively, Chris reached out, running his fingers down Albert’s arm. ‘Whatever you were involved in doing here, you didn’t deserve this. I made you a promise to get you out of here, and I’m keeping it.’

Albert gave him a hard, searching stare, and then unexpectedly leaned forwards. The kiss was over before Chris had really registered it was happening, just a quick brush of lips and then Albert retreated. But there was an amused smile on his face that Chris couldn’t keep from returning, knowing now for sure that the odd attraction he felt towards the merman was mutual. ‘One more for luck?’ He murmured hopefully, claiming Albert’s mouth in a deeper, longer kiss. Fangs lightly grazed his tongue as Chris licked Albert’s lips open to swallow his breathy moan. Chris rested their foreheads together, staring into those surprisingly pretty orange eyes. ‘I’ll come back for you.’

Chris and Jill left to keep looking around, eventually discovering another level of the lab, this one with a disturbingly shattered tank. ‘Tyrant.’ Jill muttered as she searched the nearby computer. ‘I’ll download what I can, maybe it’ll be useful later.’ She did so, both of them hoping not to meet the monster the files detailed.

They weren’t so lucky. The entire group of remaining survivors had gathered on the roof, Brad’s helicopter coming in for a landing when something huge broke through the concrete and attacked them. Barry and Rebecca were separated from them on the far side of the helipad, the tyrant heading for them as they fired at it. Chris hastily put Albert down to draw his own gun, the tyrant’s attention splitting between the two groups. It knocked Barry over then charged towards Chris and Jill.

Chris backed away, fumbling to reload as the tyrant advanced on him, ignoring Jill’s bullets. The tyrant swung at him as he scrambled backwards… And then something launched itself at the monster. It was Albert, who growled angrily as his strong tail slapped the tyrant’s legs hard enough to crack a bone, and it went down under him. His claws were fully unsheathed as he tore at the tyrant’s chest, biting its throat open in a spray of blood. But it fought back, roaring and smacking him off. Albert hit the wall with a horrible crunch and didn’t get up again.

‘No! Shit.’ Chris couldn’t make it to him, but Albert had bought him valuable time and he shot at the tyrant again.

‘Use this!’ A heavy box dropped from the circling helicopter, Brad doing something useful for once.

Jill sprinted for the rocket launcher and with one shot the monster exploded.

Barely sparing it a second glance, Chris frantically ran to where Albert was lying unmoving. ‘Albert!’ Chris knelt beside him.

His head lolled as Chris pulled him up, his skin slick with blood, some of it his own. ‘Chris.’ Albert whispered faintly, his fingers smearing blood down Chris’ face as he touched his cheek, his eyes closing with a soft sigh.

‘Albert!’ Desperately, Chris pressed his fingers to his neck, relieved when he felt a heartbeat even though it was unsteady.

‘Chris?’

‘He’s alive.’ Chris gathered Albert up into his arms as Brad finally landed the helicopter to take them away.

They watched as the damned mansion below them got smaller, the sun just starting to rise on a new day. The fallout from this incident was going to be incredible, but none of them had the energy to think about that yet.

‘What are you going to do with him, Chris?’ Jill asked, not unkindly, but with definite concern as she eyed the two of them.

‘I don’t know.’ Chris stroked the blond hair of the unconscious merman resting in his lap.

Orange eyes slitted open to gaze at him as Albert sighed and leaned into the touch.

‘Maybe there’s a cure or something.’ And even if there wasn’t, well, he supposed he’d just have to get a place with a bigger bathtub. The flippant thought made him laugh despite the situation, shaking his head as Jill raised a questioning eyebrow at him. He didn’t know what would happen next, but as Albert curled up a little tighter around him, Chris knew for certain that they would deal with it together.

#chris x wesker #chrisker #fanfic #albert wesker #chris redfield

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Critical Beauty (Shinwon smut)

In which Shinwon is in a battle between self-control and finally admitting he’s in love with his best friend, while teaching her some moves along the way. Warning: Smut, obviously. This fic is not immune to cheesy and fluffy moments. Read at your own risk. Word count: 7,938 "Never have I ever gone to class drunk," Shinwon said. After a few seconds, Yujin's glass rose and the whisky disappeared down her throat. You all looked at her in shock. But were you even really surprised? Of course not. It was Yujin afterall. "What?" she questioned. "Professor Sohn's lectures are boring as hell. I needed something to keep me going." She took another sip. "Okay, I've gone drunk on more than once occasion." She cleared her throat. "Never have I ever had sex with someone whose name I didn't know." But she drank, and so did Shinwon. You couldn't help the look you gave him, nor the hurt in your chest. Shinwon was popular―more so than you by far and even more known out of all the students in your year than Yujin. You knew he'd slept with people. Hell, you sometimes spotted a stray earring or pair of panties on the floor when you all came over for your weekly hangouts, which had recently doubled as finals period grew closer. You always hung out in Shinwon's room because it was a single, and therefore, it was slightly bigger due to the lack of another bed. Sometimes it pained you to sit on his bed when you knew he'd had girls in it in totally different states and for absolutely different reasons than his four closest female friends. But what were you going to do, tell him you wanted to change that? Definitely not. "Y/n" Gaeul said. "It's your turn." "Oh, uh...." you stuttered. For someone with adventurous friends, you were awful at choosing something at least one of them had done. "I've, um....Never have I ever hooked up with a floormate." Yujin and Mina drank while you and Gaeul gaped at Shinwon, then you realized why his answer was a no. "How have you not?" Gaeul asked. "Surely they're throwing themselves at you." Shinwon had been told that he should be a model on more than one occasion, and it wasn’t uncommon to see him surrounded by a crowd of girls. You chuckled along with the others, finding the confused look on Gauel's face priceless. "My floor is mostly dudes. And never have I ever kissed a guy before," Shinwon said, stealing Gaeul's turn and drinking anyway. When you all looked at him, he said, "I was drunk and it was a dare." He apologized to Gaeul for taking her turn and told her to take it now. Gaeul's statement embarrassed you, as she brought up the topic of having had sex. Your glass was the only one whose level hadn't changed. You didn't even like alcohol, but you wanted to drink the heck out of it when you saw that everyone else had experience and you didn't. Even Gaeul, who seemed pretty innocent enough to you. At least before ten seconds ago, that was. But it was like they all knew that you were a virgin. They hardly even batted an eyelash, and you were sure some of them hadn't even looked in your direction to confirm or deny their suspicion. It was Mina's turn. "Never have I ever gotten caught masturbating." She and Shinwon drank, and you could only imagine how it had gone for them. They refused to tell the embarrassing stories, so Shinwon moved onto his turn, turning the topic to something a little more general, but keeping the theme the same. "Never have I ever masturbated before." Obviously, he and Mina had, but so had Yujin and Gaeul, who was surprising you left and right. Your glass remained embarrassingly untouched. Shinwon's mouth was open wide at you. He hadn't even taken a drink, and his focus was still on your face, so Yujin lifted his cup to his lips for him. He didn't look away until you hesitantly took the second sip of the night, even though it was a lie. Yujin's next question concerned wanting to hookup with a professor. Shinwon's gaze was on you again, and he didn't drink, even though you knew he'd mentioned once or twice exactly what the question detailed. After a short silence where Shinwon had forgotten it was his turn, Gaeul jumped in, probably claiming Shinwon's turn like he'd done to her earlier. "Never have I ever wanted to kiss somebody in this room." She and Shinwon were the only ones to drink. The hand that was holding your glass almost shot up immediately, but you had to stop right there. So what? You'd lie. Shinwon would not know about your crush on him. No, sir. Not tonight. Maybe in a different life or on a different night when you had more confidence. Shinwon frowned, looking down at his glass sadly. "Don't pout, silly." Yujin poured the last of the whisky into his nearly-empty cup. "There's more where that came from." He swirled the liquid in his cup around and took a small sip. Mina continued on with an embarrassing childhood nightmare: making out with a poster of a celebrity. Of course you'd all done it, sending every one of you into fits of laughter. You and the three other girls looked at Shinwon, who just shrugged, took another drink, and started his turn, asking a rather boring and tame question for such a potentially risqué game. The game proceeded for a few more rounds before Shinwon suddenly―and uncharacteristically―set his glass down and told you guys to get out. He stood from his bed quickly, as if telling you that you best follow his command and get out of there or else. You could only see his face out of the corner of your eye, but he looked like a dad who had just caught his kids throwing a wild party and was about to deliver a lecture on underage drinking and safe sex. The other girls were able to scurry away quickly, thanks to their slip-ons or heels. They disappeared into the hall and out of sight as you were still scrambling to stand up, unable to move at first due to being taken off guard by Shinwon's sudden coldness. You cursed yourself for wearing hightop sneakers that day, because they took a while to put on and lace up. You reached down to grab them, intent on just bolting out into the hallway and putting them on out there. "Not you," Shinwon grumbled. His voice was tight, cold, a little scary. He approached you and shut the door a little forcefully, but you couldn’t hear it because your beating heart drowned out the sound. The pounding continued and your eyes fell to the floor as you tried to calm yourself. You were afraid to look him in the eyes. You’d never seen him like this before. Most of the time, he was pretty chill. Tonight, you weren’t sure what to expect from him. You must have missed something he said, although you were afraid to ask him to repeat it. Frustrated at you having not responded to him, he smacked a shoe from your hand. You couldn’t mistake how it hit his bare foot on its way to the floor, but he didn't groan or whine in pain or have any sort of response at all. He was always gentle, never rough. You were worried and confused. But then you saw the lust in his eyes before they closed, and in a split second, his arm was on your waist and his lips were on yours. For someone who was being aggressive, his lips were just as gentle as you'd imagined they'd be. Not as if you'd imagined making out with him or anything.... You were a bit nervous. You'd only kissed one other guy before, and he had been quite a shit boyfriend afterall, seeming oblivious to your satisfaction. So it made your heart swoon when Shinwon's other hand cupped your cheek, his thumb rubbing tiny circles on your skin, while the hand that was on your waist moved down to your butt, pulling you closer to his body. At the sudden contact of his hand, you practically let out a squeak in surprise. He didn’t seem to notice, but it made you realize you hadn’t even been kissing back, so you applied some pressure again his lips with your own and wrapped your arms around his neck. You were in heaven. Oh, what you'd have given to be this close to Shinwon. In this way. And now there he was, his entire body pressed against yours, his lips massaging yours in the most wonderful way. He pulled his lips away and, after unbuttoning the top three buttons on your shirt, they returned to your skin, this time alternating between pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses to your collarbones and upper chest and sucking on your neck. One of his hands returned to cup your butt again, while he tried to unbutton his own shirt with the other. You reached over to help him before undoing the rest of the buttons on your own shirt. You were about to let out a loud moan when he suddenly stopped kissing you, turning towards his bed and running a hand through his hair, sighing. Meanwhile, you stood there awkwardly with your shirt hanging open, wondering if you should sneak out and avoid the embarrassment of him looking at you again. But your body wouldn’t budge. It was determined to stay put and seduce Shinwon into kissing you again. You said, "was I really that bad?" at the same time that he said, "I'm sorry." "What?" you both asked. "What? No, no," he reassured you. "You were...wonderful. It was amazing." "Then why'd you stop?" you asked, holding your shirt closed with one hand, the other brushing some hair behind your ear nervously. "I didn't ask. I just told you all to leave and practically made you stay here. That wasn't right of me. I wanted to do it, but that didn't mean you did." "Shinwon," you breathed out, inching closer to him as you spoke until you were pressed up against him again. "If I didn't want this, I wouldn't have stayed. I wouldn't have let you kiss me in such a way that had me seeing stars. If I wanted to run away, I'd have done it before I was able to feel your bulge on my stomach." He smirked shyly, but pulled your hand from where it was dangling by your side up to said erection. He placed your hand on it, keeping his hand over yours and moving both of your hands back and forth a little to create some friction. But then his hand left yours, and you had been holding him so lightly that yours feel off as well. You looked to him for an explanation. "I didn't know if that would be okay, if you'd be comfortable with it,” he admitted. "Wonnie oppa," you said as you returned your hand to his member, feeling it twitch with the attention it was receiving and the nickname you used. "I told you I'm fine with this." Your hand tightened around him while your thumb rubbed his tip. You were thankful he had on sweatpants. It made it easier than having to deal with the thick material of jeans. You could feel it in almost all its glory. He tried to hold in his moan at what your touch was doing to him, but he failed. He stepped back a little, trying to control himself a little so he could manage to focus on what he was about to say. "You didn't drink when we all talked about having sex. And I thought, no offense, that it didn't really surprise me. You're good, you're so good. There's nothing wrong with you being a virgin." He paused, seeming to lose his train of thought. You wondered if he'd continue, wondered if he decided against what he was going to say because it would come off as rude or offensive. He continued. "How has no one touched you before? Touched your gorgeous body?" He pushed your shirt out of the way as he kissed the top of your still bra-clad breast, causing the shirt to fall down your arms and to the floor. He kissed your neck. "Your adorable face." A kiss to your cheek. "Your brilliant nose." One to the aforementioned body part. "Your pretty lips." He pressed a quick kiss to them as his thumbs rubbed at your waist. He pulled you close to him again, reveling in pleasure when your chest pressed against his and your nether regions made contact with one another. "May I?" He looked into your eyes for permission, his hand paused by your bra strap. After you nodded, he slowly pushed down one strap, then the other. He leaned in, his face resting in your neck as he reached around to unclasp your bra. His eyes stared in awe as he carefully sat your bra down on the edge of his bed. "Gorgeous," he repeated, his eyes returning to yours. He reached his hand out and pulled the both of you onto his bed. His attention didn't go back to your boobs right away. Instead, his lips covered yours again and his hands tangled themselves in your hair. It was all so...caring? His detail and concern. How he'd gently set your bra down, making sure not to ruin it by carelessly tossing it around. How he didn't ravish your breasts, covering them in kisses, licks, bites. How he returned to kissing you again and making eye contact, actual eye contact with you when there was a pair of real life, human, female breasts right in front of him for him to explore and do with as he pleased. But you wanted him to touch you. As a subtle hint that you wanted just that, you moved a hand up his torso, running it from the hard plane of his stomach up to his chest to stop at his nipple. You rubbed a thumb over it and heard a muffled moan slip into your mouth when you pinched it lightly. His own hands traveled to your chest, alternating between massaging your boobs and rubbing your nipples with his thumbs. It was slow, soft, but he sped up eventually as you continued your own pace on his chest. It was funny. You never would have imagined something like this would actually happen, but there you were, making out with one of your best friends as you both rubbed each other's nipples. There was something really intimate about it. You were sure most guys didn't receive that kind of attention to their nipples because it didn't seem like the norm, like it was for women only. But Shinwon did not seem to be complaining. He suddenly halted all motions and pulled you onto his lap. His erection was right up against your thighs now. You moaned every time he gently thrust his hips upward, his hardness making you antsy. You palmed him through his sweats again, and his breathing quickened. You looked down in between you. His dick was straining at the waistband of his pants. Your other hand left his neck to pull his pants down. You knew that he sometimes didn't wear underwear, but you weren’t expecting his cock to spring out right away, standing almost completely flat against his stomach. He finally broke away from your lips and stood to shimmy out of his pants. You did the same, trying not to stare at him too much, and then the both of you returned to his bed. You returned your hand to him, but looked up shyly, hoping he'd get the hint that you wanted some assistance. Sure, you had him moaning earlier from your movements, but you didn't know that much. It had all been basic. You didn't want to do basic. You wanted to wow him, but unfortunately, you hadn't had any real experience. He seemed to understand, and there didn't appear to be any hint of judgment on his face. He covered your hand with his again, moving it up and down, slowly, quickly, slowly again. He squeezed, and you breathed heavily when it responded on its own accord, twitching in your hands excitedly. He removed his hand again, wanting to continue what he'd been saying earlier. “When I heard you hadn’t had sex, I thought all the guys you knew were idiots, jerks for not pleasuring you in a way that everyone deserves.” He kissed your lips lightly. “When I heard you hadn’t masturbated before, I thought it was unfair. How have you not touched yourself before? You deserve―you need to feel pleasure like that.” He cleared his throat. “I don’t know. I guess I was thinking that since you hadn’t done either of those, I’d take it into my own hands to show you.” He chuckled at his pun. “Literally.” His laugh, his smile, was amazing. You reached up to kiss the corner of his mouth. Did that mean this was all pity? That he was just doing it because he felt sorry for you? It pained you to think of it, but you didn’t care right now. Shinwon was being the sweetest you’d ever seen him. And he was naked in front of you. He had you in his bed. And he’d initiated all of it. Even if he didn’t like you, if he was just doing this out of pity, you would be happy that you’d gotten to spend time with him like this. Even if it meant your heart would break every time you were hanging out in his room, noticing the stray earring on his bedside table, the pair of pink cat eye glasses that certainly didn’t belong to him, the way he chuckled and smirked when he received a text from one of his hookups, the way his clothes really did nothing to conceal his body underneath. You wouldn’t be able to keep yourself from undressing him with your eyes from now on. “You should try it,” he said, interrupting you from your thoughts.”Masturbating, that is,” he clarified. “Sex is amazing too, but there’s also nothing like pleasuring yourself. You get to control everything and figure out what you like.” You nodded. Never had you thought you would be one to masturbate. It seemed dirty to you, unnatural. Desperate, like you couldn’t find a guy to please you so you had to simulate it instead. “Do I take my underwear off or...?” It was the first of a long list of questions you didn’t want to ask him. “You can if you’d like, but you don’t have to. I can turn around, or watch and give advice if you want.” You just nodded again, trying to disguise the shaky breath that left your throat. He wasn’t sure what you were saying yes to, but when you stuck your hand into your underwear and didn’t protest as he stared, he figured it was safe to keep looking. “What exactly do I, uh, do?” you asked a moment later. You’d rubbed around furiously and felt next to nothing. “Well, that’s the beauty of it. All sorts of things can feel good. I’ve, uh, never masturbated as a girl before, so there’s only so much I can help with. But there are tons of techniques. Rubbing, thrusting, pinching, I guess.” He shrugged. “People get pretty creative. But anything that makes friction or causes vibration is probably good. You can try rubbing your inner thighs first to warm yourself up,” he suggested. “I’m, um, pretty wet already, you know?” He chuckled nervously, and you blushed, but nonetheless did as he said, your hand leaving your underwear and settling on one of your thighs. He instructed you through a few more steps, until you were moving two of your fingers in and out at a slow pace. You refrained from going deep, keeping your fingers as shallow as possible. It seemed like it would hurt, and you didn’t want to test it. Besides, you couldn’t bring yourself to try much more. You had no idea what you were doing. You weren’t even that well aware of your anatomy down there. “Anything?” he asked. “Well, it does feel kind of good, but not as satisfying as everyone makes it seem.” “Try to go a little deeper. More nerves further in, I guess.” He blushed, and you were thankful you weren’t the only nervous one. You tried as he said, feeling a mix of pleasure and the slightest pain, but mostly just your nerves getting the better of you. Before you chickened out and removed your fingers, you felt the unmistakable difference, making you gasp in surprise. “What?” he asked, a smile on his face. “Feel good?” You nodded. “Yeah, but also a little weird since I’m not used to it. But, um....” “What is it?” You shook your head. “It’s too embarrassing.” “I won’t judge. Come on. As your masturbation advisor-slash-assistant, I need to know these things.” He grabbed your hand, and you couldn’t help but cringe and laugh at the same time at the amount of your...liquid that was on the hand he was holding. You pulled it back to your lap. “It felt different. Not, like, just because it was deeper. I don’t even know how to say this. It feels like the same―not material―uh, the same make up of my tongue. And what you've been doing to my tongue tonight has been amazing, so it’s just....The skin or whatever down there had a different texture. It felt more sensitive, I guess is the word I’m looking for. I didn’t expect it to feel so different and good and strange and scary, but also exciting at the same time.” He grinned. “I have an idea,” he said, one hand stroking up his penis, which was still standing proud and tall, except it looked red and angry now. “Mutual masturbation.” “Huh?” “Seeing someone else in a state of sexual arousal can help you reach or maximize your own. It’s why porn is so popular.” You chuckled involuntarily. Watching you had certainly helped him maximize something of his own. “So, how does this work exactly?” “You do your thing, I do mine. We watch each other and help each other along with the process. We both get to be masturbation advisors-slash-assistants or whatever.” You nodded cautiously. You watched as one of his hands, then both, rubbed at his length. You focused more on his actions since your own were total shit. You sure hoped that he was right, that by watching him touch himself like that, you would feel something more. One of his hands squeezed and stroked while the other massaged his balls. His breathing increased in volume and his hips lifted off the bed as his hips jerked upward into the air. His eyes were shut, probably to give you some privacy, but also perhaps out of embarrassment, since he was aware you were staring at him. You were a little taken off guard when he came, white liquid spurting out onto his stomach and chest, some landing on his chin and probably a little in his hair. He moved his hands frantically, trying to savor every second as he milked every drop he could from himself. His face during the entire process was interesting. The way it scrunched up and looked sort of...pained? It looked like a face you wouldn’t want someone to see, but it was also adorable and sexy at the same time. If you could take a video of it to store in your mind and replay whenever you wanted, you would have invested in in-brain recording technology years ago. We’ll be riding hover-cars in the future, your ass. You would settle for storing his orgasm face at the forefront of your brain for eternity. He opened his eyes again, breathing still labored. He avoided eye contact with you as he stood up to get a rag to clean himself up with. You watched with extreme concentration as he tried to not make a puddle on the floor as he opened a bottle of water with one hand and tried to pour some onto the rag. You stifled a laugh, hoping to not making him spill more water. After cleaning himself up, he held the rag out to you in case he got anything on you, but you shook your head. As dirty as it sounded―and you were a little embarrassed to think that such a kinky thought had popped into your brain―if you did have anything on you, you would have wanted it to stay on your skin. “Sorry,” he apologized, sitting down on the bed again. “Maybe seeing me cum all over myself isn’t your idea of sexy.” “It was hot,” you admitted, being unable to help the way your tongue grazed your lips and your eyebrows rose. Shinwon seemed to notice, but you cut him off before he could say anything. “But it didn’t exactly help me with my problem.” You wanted him to assist you. Compared to you, he was an expert. “Can you take over...please?” “Are you sure? You can keep going. I don’t care if it takes a while. You need time to explore.” “I don’t want you to waste your time while I try to get myself off. It’s just not happening tonight. I can assure you that. You probably don’t want to have to jerk off every five minutes while I sit here ‘exploring,’ when really, I’m just too shy and scared to go any further myself.” “I don’t care how long it takes,” he repeated. He raised an eyebrow. “And, wow, five minutes? I didn’t know my refractory rate was that high. I have quite an image to live up to. I mean, I know I ran track last semester, but I didn’t think my stamina was that high.” A smirk grazed his face. “Please, oppa.” You pouted up at him. You noticed the splotch of cum still on his chin. Tentatively, you leaned forward onto your knees to lick it away. You had him now. “Please,” you begged seductively, internally cringing at your next words. But they had to be said. “I’m so wet for you.” No more than a few seconds later, you were on your back with your underwear off and one of Shinwon’s large fingers was plunging into your core. Your breath caught in your throat, growing uneven. Your back arched when he added another finger, continuing in a pace that was steady and oh so good. Your nails made an appearance on his back when he inserted a third finger. It hurt slightly, since three of his fingers were way bigger than the two of your own you’d used earlier, but it felt amazing at the same time. You were panting, your breath coming out so shallowly that someone would think something were wrong. But then he pulled away, returning to a sitting position. “Wonnie,” you pleaded, your body following his in utter desperation. “Why are you doing this?” You hated to think of it, but if your best friend was being an asshole by leading you on and stopping when you were reaching a high to make fun of you, you would cry right there after giving him the award for best actor. Just when you were beginning to think that maybe this wasn’t entirely out of pity. You would probably run out of his room, not even dressed, and just cry yourself into a pile of goo and sadness and your school president would have to explain to your parents that your break down wasn’t because of your impending midterms and fear of failing your classes, but because your sexy, addictive best friend wanted to fuck with your emotions and leave you hanging. “Let me show you how,” he said gently, his face warm, like he noticed the fear in your eyes. He grabbed your hand and used his own to push one of your fingers inside. It felt better than when you did it yourself. You didn’t quite reach as deeply as he was able to, and your fingers weren’t as full as his were, but he helped you get the location, pace, and pressure right. It felt good. It did. But you didn’t think you were nearing an orgasm. You were sure you hadn’t had one, based on what you’d heard you could expect. And based on the look on Shinwon’s face from moments before. You didn’t know how the beautiful image was already starting to fade from your memory. Stupid faulty in-brain recording technology. When you died, you would have a bone to pick with God on why he couldn’t give humans better equipment to work with, your argument being that it would help them remember all their happiest moments and definitely not because you wanted to replay Shinwon orgasming over and over and over again in your mind. Best to leave that part out. You reached over to Shinwon’s already rehardening member and squeezed. Your moans mingled as you pleasured each other. It continued until a new side overtook you and you couldn’t take it anymore. “Shinwon, I want you inside me.” His hand slowed. “I don’t want to hurt you, baby,” he said so softly, pressing a kiss to your cheek and nuzzling his own cheek against your hair. Your heart skipped a beat at the word ‘baby.’ But you quickly forced yourself to get over it. Baby was a word that came out a lot during sex. It didn’t necessarily mean anything. Shinwon wouldn’t mean it with you. You weren’t sure he’d mean it with anyone, to be honest. At least not in the near future, with how quickly his female companions seemed to rotate. Baby, a true baby that he said and meant, would come from an older, maturer Shinwon. He continued. “Maybe another time, but not tonight. I don’t want you to do more than you’re ready for, or feel that you have to do any of those things. I wouldn’t want you to regret being with me and have bad memories of your first time. You’re feeling good right now, right? Let’s not risk it and just leave it at that.” He removed your hand from his crotch and stood to retrieve his pants. You stood too, an angry look on your face. “Oppa,” you said, and there was nothing nice or cute about it. You pushed the sweatpants out of his hands and grabbed his cock roughly. Once again, he tried to hide the moan that escaped his throat. It was the delicious sounds that he made that spurred you on, filled with confidence you weren’t aware you had. “Shinwon, I want you to make me feel good. You’re a good guy. You’ve been so caring and helpful today. Concerned with me being pleasured. You’ve succeeded. You’ve made me feel things I could not have imagined. So, for that, thank you. You’ve helped me live out fantasies I’m embarrassed to admit I’ve thought of. But, you’re wrong. I haven’t been truly pleasured yet. And I won’t be until your cock is deep inside me, filling me up and making me scream your name.” One hand stroked him as the other moved from your breast down to your core, fondling yourself. “Shinwon,” you breathed out, demonstrating what he could be witnessing if he would just do as you desired. “Ah, yes. Fuck me. Right there. Yes. Fuck, Shin--” You were pinned to the wall this time, Shinwon being too impatient to make it to his bed again. He thrust into you quickly, but he made sure to only do so shallowly, pulling in and out slowly a few times, rubbing himself on your folds before he moved backward. “T-tease,” left your throat in groan. Who knew skin-on-skin contact could feel so damn good? You were still tingling as you stared at him, waiting for his next moves. He smirked, out of breath as he grabbed a condom and tossed it onto the bed. He gestured with his eyes for you to lie down. It was obvious both of you were incredibly turned on and desperate for pleasure and release, but his movements seemed to pass by in slow motion. He settled above you. The air reeked of lust, but he paused for a moment to look at you sincerely. He kissed you passionately, his lips not leaving yours for what felt like a century. “Y/n, I’m not going to hurt you,” he whispered. He was so soft. How could this be the same guy whose glare made you afraid just an hour ago? “I won’t hurt you,” he repeated. “I couldn’t do that to either of us.” His hands traced your thighs, cupping your legs to spread them apart. “Tell me if there’s any pain at all and I’ll stop, okay?” You nodded. But you had a feeling both of you knew you didn’t plan on telling him to stop. You didn’t want him to stop. He couldn’t. You were too invested in this new side of him, this new side of yourself, and you wouldn’t be leaving until you got to experience it in all its glory. Painfully slowly, he opened the condom and slid it onto his length, making sure to ask you not once, but twice, whether it was okay and if you really wanted to do this. “Shinwon,” you whined, reaching your hand down to rub his shaft. “Ask me one more time and I will explode. Please.” You didn’t mean to beg, but it just came out, your voice soft and desperate. “Okay,” he said, his voice just as quiet. “Okay.” He continued this mantra of ‘okay’ as he pushed into you at a slow pace, his eyes on yours, looking for any hint of pain. You were starting to feel a slight sting, but he wouldn’t look away from your eyes. You leaned forward to press your lips to his, succeeding in taking away his vision. He wouldn’t see the pained expression on your face. He couldn’t. But your mouth threatened to betray you, wanting so desperately to let out a whimper, but you just kissed Shinwon deeper in an attempt to make it back off. Your hand unintentionally rose to the top of his back, dragging your nails downward. He moved his lips from yours, his hips stilling. “Use your words, baby. Tell me how it feels. Does it hurt?” The whimper escaped your mouth and you would have whooped its ass if you could. “Shin―” you started. You licked your lips, which were probably swollen at this point. “I―I don’t want you to not enjoy yourself. Please don’t stop.” His eyes looked into yours so powerfully you wanted to turn away. “Listen, Y/n. Yes, I am incredibly turned on right now. If I don’t get to come in you, it’ll be the most unsatisfying orgasm of my life, but I don’t care about whether or not I enjoy myself. I’m enjoying you. And you enjoying yourself. Trust me, being this close to you is making me so happy. Kissing you, touching you. When you moan, I swear I could come on the spot.” He allowed a brief moment to chuckle before bringing the sentimental atmosphere back. “If you’re not happy and having fun, I’m not going to be happy and I’m not going to have fun. No matter how turned on I am or how close to orgasming I am. Please be honest with me. Do you want me to stop?” You shook your head. “Are you being honest?” You nodded. “I am, Shinwon. Yes, it does hurt. But it feels incredible too. Sex for the first time is just something that has to be difficult. It’s painful for a lot of people. That’s not my fault, and it’s certainly not your fault. But I can guarantee it won’t be better if we tried this another time. Come on, just a few moments of discomfort and then we both get to feel as high as the clouds.” You rubbed at his shoulder, pressing a soft kiss to his pouty lips. “Please.” He nodded eventually. “I’m going as slow as Professor Park takes to return our graded papers.” He smiled at having earned a chuckle from you. Whatever he could to keep you calm and distracted. He grabbed your hands and wrapped them around his neck again. “Scratch me, do whatever you need to, Y/n. I don’t care if it hurts me.” “Shinwon,” you whispered as you started to feel him move again. “Kiss me.” He obeyed, his lips hardly leaving yours for a second, leaving both of you nearly breathless, but you were well distracted. Even when the worst pain hit between your thighs and you almost gave up, despite what you’d said earlier. You were sure you bit his lip a little too hard, but he just moaned into your mouth, one of his hands roaming down to rub your thigh softly. You were sure he would pull away and throw in the towel, but he could sense the pleasure in the next noise you let out. Your hand pressed against his lower back, trying in a futile attempt to bring his body even closer to yours, when it was already as if the two of you were one. If he got any closer, you would have to explain to your parents why there was another human attached to you and why he was staying for Christmas break. Your grandma surely wouldn’t like the sight of a guy so close to you. At that thought, you shook your head, your lips breaking apart from his in the process. “What’s wrong?” Shinwon asked, his hips slowing again. “Nothing,” you assured him, lifting your pelvis to take more of him in again. His head fell backward at the feeling. “I just thought of something funny.” “Great,” he breathed out, nearly breathless. “That’s the last thing I want to hear when I’m having sex with a girl. She thought of something funny.” “It was nothing you did,” you reassured him. “Just something funny my brain cooked up.” “Promise to tell me later.” You shook your head, closing your eyes. Why did you have to laugh? You tightened your legs around his waist, letting out a moan on purpose in hopes that he would drop the topic. “Not that I don’t like the sounds you make, but even I can tell that was a distraction moan. I’ll get it out of you sooner or later.” Like he meant it as a double entendre, he reached down to rub circles on your clit, bringing you to your orgasm in no time. You let out the most satisfied noise you’d ever made as you were overcome with warmth and fuzziness and the excitement of every present you’d ever received. Ever. Your breath continued to leave you at a quick pace, but despite that and your heart pumping itself madly, the rest of your body felt like it was on cloud 9, renewed and at peace. You were sure the cold you thought you were developing just a day or two ago was gone and your immune system could handle anything, even the pizza parlor on Kremmer Street that you vowed never to return to again after you and Mina had gotten food poisoning there last year. You were so into your feelings to notice that Shinwon’s pace had sped up and he had moved one of your legs from around his waist to rest it on his shoulder, hitting a sweet spot that made both of you unable to control your pants. “Fuck, Shinwon,” you breathed. “I hardly got over the first orgasm. Are you trying to make me have another one already?” you joked. “I want you to have as many orgasms as will make you happy.” He turned red at his cheesiness. “Let me help you,” you said, reaching a hand down to squeeze his balls as you snapped your hips up to meet his. “Like that, baby,” he panted into your ear. “Just like that. I’m almost there.” If almost meant one second, then almost was the perfect word to use. A loud and beautiful sound left Shinwon’s mouth as he filled the condom up, his hips stuttering, but continuing on as best as they could to prolong his pleasure. His body collapsed on top of yours, his shallow breaths right in your ear. You both settled into a comfortable silence, but you were the first to break it. “If there’s one thing I learned, it’s that orgasm faces are a whole category of embarrassing-slash-amazing,” you joked. “I mean, really? Your mouth opened and closed so much it looked like you were a fish going ‘blub-blub.’“ He buried his face deeper in your neck, slapping your arm lightly. “Shut up. We all can’t look gorgeous when we come. Some of us have to look ugly too.” You lifted your head enough to force him to do the same and look at you. “Where?” you questioned. “I don’t see one speck of ugly on your face.” “Then if I’m 100% not ugly, I know you’re out of this world.” “Stop being cheesy,” you said, punching him in the shoulder. You were loving every bit of it. “Shinwon, you were amazing.” He blushed and kissed your temple. “I’m okay....” “Don’t pull out just yet,” you said to him a little while later. “I love the feeling of you inside me. Like, I’m in love with it.” “I’m in love with you.” You gaped at him. “Seriously?” He nodded seriously, sleepily. “I am. I truly am. And I’m not just saying that because we just had sex or because I’m still inside you right now.” He chuckled, moving his hips to draw attention to the fact. You groaned at the feeling. “I absolutely love you. I adore you. I’m madly head over heels, giddy...in love with you, Y/n. I love you.” He kissed you again, bringing your face closer to his by cupping your cheek. He ran a hand through your messy hair. It was your turn now. “I thought it couldn’t be real, you doing this. I thought you actually wanting me had to be a lie. That this was all out of pity. But then I started to tell it wasn’t. You were so caring, gentle, worried more about me than your pleasure. Pity doesn’t exist in your vocabulary repertoire.” He smiled. “If I had been pitying you, I wouldn’t have been this patient. I wouldn’t have said I love you like a million times. And I wouldn’t have followed your wishes and still be inside you, even though the condom is, like, sticking to me and it’s just stickiness overload.” He kissed your forehead. “But it’s worth it. I wouldn’t want anything else. I love this feeling too. I’m never leaving your touch. You’re stuck with me forever.” “Great.” You kissed his chin, the closest part of him you could reach. “Never leave me, Shinwon. Let’s stay like this forever.” “Alright, baby. You’ll stay in my arms as long as we live.” He pressed a long kiss to your forehead. “But just to remind you, we have exams in two days.” He chuckled when you smacked his chest. “Shut up. Don’t ruin the moment.” “I won’t, baby.” Another kiss to your forehead. “I just want to sleep.” “I know, I know. It’s probably past midnight by now.” He stroked your hair repeatedly, enjoying the silence. “Promise me you’ll still be here when I wake up?” “Of course. I’m not going to run off. It is my room afterall.” “No, promise me you’re real. That this is all real.” “I promise. We’ll sleep peacefully, blissfully happy. You’ll wake up to see my ugly morning face and I’ll cover you in kisses and make love to you again. Again and again, as many times as you want. Until we cry because we haven’t studied. And even then, I’ll make love to you and assure you that you’re smart and capable and you’ll do fine because you’re wonderful and intelligent. And I’ll break Professor Shin’s kneecaps if he fails the girl I love.” He smiled brightly. He was happy. You were happy. It was all okay. “Um.” You cleared your throat. “Shinwon?” “Yes?” “Can you pull out now? It’s getting kind of sticky afterall. And it’s starting to ache a little. You better massage my thighs tomorrow,” you joked. He smiled. “No, I won’t.” He pulled out and threw the condom away. “Yes, you will.” You sat up as he returned to the bed. “No, I won’t. I’m going to provide the best aftercare in the world right now.” His strong, but soft hands rubbed the sensitive skin of your thighs, his lips kissing yours lightly. “Are you hungry? Do you need a shower? It’s guys only for my bathroom, but I’m sure I could sneak you in if we’re really quiet.” “As much as I would love that, I’m pretty tired out. You really were amazing. I could probably use some food after all that exercise we did, but I just want to lay with you.” His hands stopped and he caressed your cheek, crashing your lips together. “I love you. I don’t think I’ll ever stop.” He kissed your forehead yet again. “Sleep,” he said, pulling your head to rest on his chest. “Sleep and we’ll talk in the morning.” ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * When you woke up in the morning, Shinwon was already awake, just staring at you. You chuckled, blushing as you pulled the blanket over your head. He pulled it down so he could see your face again and pulled you closer to him, letting you rest your face on his bare chest. There wasn’t much to talk about. It was pretty clear you would be inseparable after this. It was good to talk things out, like he’d said, but your feelings were already clear enough. Instead, you decided to humor him. “Shinwon, I distinctly recall you saying you’d fuck me this morning.” He shook his head. “Nope, I don’t know anything about that.” “Make love to me then,” you whispered, knowing that that’s what he was getting at. He smiled, eyes still closed. “That I remember promising.” “What are the girls gonna think?” “They’ll live. It had to be obvious that I liked you. How could you not see that I was jealous when you went on dates? Or that I was conveniently super happy when they didn’t work out? I felt bad that you were upset, sure, but it felt even better knowing you weren’t happy with some other guy.” “You’ve slept with a million girls. How do you explain that? Do you know that I was upset then?” “Well, I didn’t then. But most of them were meaningless anyway. They weren’t you, so they didn’t mean much to me. It was just a way to get my frustrations out when I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I hate that that’s how I had to distract myself from you.” You kissed him. “That’s all behind us. We’re together now, and that’s what’s important. You cleared your throat. “So, Shinwon, you’ve complimented me, complemented me, helped me gain experience, showed me the wonders of pleasure. Fucked me, made love to me, taught me how to fuck, taught me how to make love. Cared for me throughout the entire process. Something’s missing here.” He looked confused. “You haven’t asked me to be your girlfriend yet.” He chuckled. “I thought that was implied. Or a given. Definitely a given. I love you.” He kissed your nose, then your lips. “I love saying that, which you can probably tell by now. And kissing you, which you can also probably tell.” “I love you too,” you said for the first time. “Promise me every time will be this magical.” “I can’t. If I have anything to do with it, I want them to be better. I never want to stop pleasing you and loving you and making you feel good.” You could have cried. “Shin, I really don’t want to leave your bed. I know it’s the afternoon and we have exams in less than 24 hours, but I just can’t.” He kissed you passionately. “Don’t worry about a thing. We’ll be alright.”

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prettywordsyouleft · 6 years

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Different Kisses with Kang Daniel

So I’ve had a couple of requests for Daniel for the Different Kisses series now, so I hope you’re all prepared for this haha! Daniel is one of my favourite Wanna One members to write for so if I get too carried away, sorry so not sorry.

Also, Daniel has a lot of passion within him, so his kisses might be a little heated than some of the others I’ve done. You’ve been warned.

This is a relationship that has equal need for kissing, and I feel that you might initiate a lot more than him. But this is going to be great, because Daniel is the type to kiss you in so many ways to show he cares, that you’re only fuelling this boy and his kissing growth on.

First kiss:

Daniel may have been a little shy when he first started dating you, and whilst sometimes he can show a little bit of his nerves still, you’re both really comfortable with each other now. Daniel is the type of guy that isn’t just thinking of the present, but also the future, and he’s already been imagining too much with you that he cannot cope. Out of all the DK idols I’ve written for, bar maybe Seongwoo, I think Daniel isn’t going to wait too long to kiss you into your relationship. He wants so badly to know that the connection, and the (mostly tame) fantasies he’s had about you are as good in reality too.

And so you’ll be on one of your dates, and he’ll just be straight forward with you, telling you he is going to kiss you before his lips meet yours. Your first kiss will be a little longer than you yourself had imagined it would be, unlike sweet and short, Daniel is really making the effort to imprint his lips onto yours.

When he pulls away he’s going to be smiling so much that his eyes are all wrinkled up and you’re literally going to need to suck in some deeper breaths of air to steady yourself from not only that amazing kiss, but the look of pure happiness on his face. Wow.

Public kisses:

Daniel isn’t ashamed or afraid to show others when he’s in love. He’s naturally clingy to you, and at all times when out and about his hand will be someplace on you. And whilst his lips won’t always be doing the same, he will find himself wanting to kiss you, on your forehead, side of your head etc as they are the closest areas he can reach easily. He’ll also be the type to lean down and kiss you lightly when he has the right opportunity to.

I think because Daniel strikes me as the type to be overprotective of you, that if anyone would look your way, he will be like Woojin and kiss you or make it more obvious you’re his girlfriend (as if it wasn’t already). Because he doesn’t like it when others look at you, at all.

Because Daniel is so comfortable showcasing his love for you, a lot of your dates will be out in public, dinner dates, beach walks, picnic dates in parks etc. He will be highly affectionate to you during these instances, cupping your face in his hands and planting soft kisses on your lips, sometimes deepening them depending on the current context of your situation. If you had just teased him, you best believe his lips are going to find yours, knowing he can silence you very easily with them.

And you know this too, so keep on teasing him, heh.

Also putting this here briefly, but expect that kissing Daniel on occasion out in public might lead you both into a more dangerous territory. He isn’t going to be afraid of slipping his tongue into your mouth or whispering enticing ideas into your ear out in public. If he cannot control himself for you, you’re going to know about it, and you better start thinking of a plan of how to make this happen quickly and discreetly, before he’s unable to control himself and takes you right in the middle of the park. These moments are both exciting and terrifying for you, knowing that you really wouldn’t care if he did take you anywhere, but for the sake of those around you, it’s up to you to make sure you show as much grace as you can.

Private kisses:

You initiate more of the kisses at home. Whilst Daniel is naturally affectionate towards you, regardless of the environment, at home he’s a lot more relaxed, doing his daily tasks and chores, and then spending a lot of time doing the things he enjoys when he’s not working. Aside from sleeping, it isn’t uncommon for you both to spend most of your time together on the couch, snuggled up doing either your own tasks such as reading or on your phones, or immersed in a task together. During these times, it’s you who cannot keep your lips off his. Daniel’s not going to complain, because he lives for being spoiled by your affection. Seeing Daniel doing tasks around the house especially will be a treat for your eyes, because you’re just as in love with his back profile as his front. Your eyes soaking in those broad shoulders as he vacuums or washes dishes, and soon it’s you distracting him from whatever he’s doing to bury yourself into him, Daniel laughing at you and saying things like, “Again?! You just cannot get enough of me, hm?” before his lips are entangled in yours, laughter seeping out into your kisses because you’re making him feel so darn special.

Casual Daniel is literally a thing and you love it. Just seeing your boyfriend in his hoodies, oversized tops and sweats is enough to send you over into his arms if you weren’t already; stretching up to kiss his lips and wrap yourself around him. Expect loads of chuckles and eyes smiles, because Daniel cannot cope with how cute you’re being and this is going to lead to him peppering you in playful kisses all over your face, telling you just how adorable he is finding you right now.

Much like how Daniel is with his cats, he just cannot handle when you make him feel so soft on the inside. You could be doing nothing to incite this behaviour, but like I said earlier, Daniel’s never just in the present. He’s thinking to the future, spurred on by experiences you’ve already had together, and can make himself weak at the knees for you just by imagining you both married or having kids, or just moving in full time together. During these open fantasies, he’s going to come and find you, and these kisses will be a little more demanding of your attention, his lips may even bruise you with how much he just needs to taste you, because he’s already getting a great taste of this future he’s craving with you. Bye I’m weak.

Making out:

Daniel has a tell-tale signal to when he wants more than just small kisses with you. As soon as his lips are on your neck, you can feel your heart race and the heat in your body increase because he’s not going to let go of you any time soon. When Daniel wants more of you, he’s going to get it regardless of what either of you were doing. And this attention will make you completely forget about everything around you when in private, because all you can focus on is the grip on your waist, and his tongue running and sucking along your collarbones. Things move quickly when his lips find your neck and if you’re both sitting or lazing around on the couch/bed, you’re going to soon be pulled onto his lap or straddling him as his lips move to the other side of your neck. Daniel knows your weakness for his thighs, and he has the same need for yours, so having you on him as you make out is a must for him as well as for you. He knows just exactly what kind of pressure to send through his lips (and thighs) to make you breathless, and would have a big thing for open mouthed kissing. His hands will either be gripping your thighs/hips or up in your hair lightly pulling as he starts to nibble and leave love bites all over your neck and upper chest.

When it comes to making out, most of the time Daniel is running the show, and you generally love this. But there will be times where you’re needy for him first, and this might take Daniel a second or two to get into, shocked that you’re taking control. And whilst he loves being in control, he loves it even more when you express such desire for him that he’s going to go along with your kissing and touching for a bit, his kisses during these make out sessions a little less intense as he tries to figure what you’re going to do next. Until he cannot take it anymore and you’re up in his arms, Daniel not only taking you some place more comfortable, but into his own hazy world full of lust and desire.

Morning kisses:

Waking up with Daniel varies. Sometimes it’s you kissing him awake, sometimes it’s him, and others neither of you get to start the morning out with the sweet taste of each other. On those mornings, waking up alone generally consists of one of the cats pawing at you to rise for the day, and a note on his pillow telling you just how much he loves you, signed with a bunch of kisses, one for each month you’ve been together for. But back to when he’s actually there; these kisses are soft, full of warmth and smiles. He loves waking up and finding whatever part of you he can kiss first, and sometimes this can have you in light giggles, because he’s grazing his lips over your elbow. But it won’t be long until he finds your mouth, lingering his lips around yours when he pulls away, waiting for you to close the gap again. He does this often, regardless of what part of the day it is, but you notice it the most in the morning. It’s as if he’s kissed you to let you know how much he loves you, and now it’s your turn to show him too.

Again, and I apologise for those who were looking for this to be more soft and fluffy, but I’d be totally going against my beliefs that Kang Daniel is the epitome of duality if I didn’t say this – morning kisses can often lead to morning sex with Daniel. It’s a different type of love making than when he’s built up with desire, the softness of the morning taking you both to a place where the slightest change in his breath touching your skin is going to excite you. Kissing will be the forefront for all of this, touching your body so lightly you’ll be wondering (and writhing) whether his lips actually touched you or he just breathed over your navel instead. Kissing can be extremely sensual in the morning with Daniel.

Making up:

A huge part of your relationship is communication. Just like when he told you he was going to kiss you for the first time, Daniel is the type to be honest and talk with you about whatever is on his mind. So when you argue, a lot of that frustration and possible anger will be spoken with a very direct manner. And then the opposite will happen. You’ll receive the silent treatment. And at first, you’re glad for this, sick of arguing, but it becomes hurtful to not be connected with him that it’ll be you who seeks out his lips first, testing the waters with light, gentle kisses.

Daniel will have two ways on dealing with this. If he’s still not ready, he might press hard against your lips, to let you know deep down he loves you still, but he’s still mad and you’re not going to get his happy, sweet love right now. He may even decline kissing you in this time, aware that his own mood isn’t going to be kind towards you, and the idea of hurting you is never something he wants, no matter how annoyed he is.

If he’s ready to reconcile, his kisses will be as soft as yours, he may even begin crying as you both embrace each other, so apologetic for making you cry earlier, or for hurting your feelings. He’ll take great care of you during this time, his kisses barely placing any pressure upon you until it builds up and you can feel comfortable in each other again.

**So I’ve written quite in depth for the staple kisses I do in this series, and so I’m just going to touch on a few extra ideas I have, but try not to write too much either HAHAHA I lied I can’t not write in depth bye.**

Calming kisses:

These are more for your sake than his. I feel that even though Daniel can place a lot of pressure on himself, you’re your worst critic and so when he finds you stressing out, he’s going to wrap himself around you tightly, like a weighted blanket. And his kisses will be much the same, not really moving against your lips, but pressing into you, as if to ground you again. Once he can sense you’re relaxing, he’ll release some of that hold he has on you, asking if you’re okay and to tell him what’s working you up so much.

Cheesy kisses:

Daniel is literally so soft for you, but he also cannot help showering you in the worst cheesy lines that sometimes you wonder where they even come from (Sungwoon is his biggest supplier, cough). He’s aware that you like it, a little more than you’re willing to let on, and despite your protesting at his lines, he’s going to kiss you a little overdramatically, really throwing his lips forward into yours so you can peck him back, and he’ll laugh, knowing that you truly accepted every thing he said to you once your lips were attacking his back.

Shower kisses:

Don’t let your thoughts get away with you too quickly (though you can totally go there in a moment)! Daniel has a thing for your hair/head. He’s always loved kissing the top of your head, in an endearing way. And so when you’ve just freshly showered, he’s going to find himself against you, inhaling that clean fruity smell within your hair and kissing your head happily. At first when he did this, you thought it was a bit weird, given the social reaction to those who smell other people’s hair, but you soon learned it was just a sweet quirk he had. For some reason, Daniel wasn’t huge on perfumes on you, but the smell of your body lotion and shampoo was enough to draw him in to you like a magnet, leaving light kisses over your bare skin and on your head.

And sometimes, if he’s rather excited by this all, he might inform you that you’re going to get a little dirty and he’s going to need to help clean you again, if you get me >_>

Showers definitely are fun with Daniel.

Thank you kisses:

Final kiss for Daniel! Because this boy worships the very ground you walk on, if you do things for him, expect his lips to repay you. Washed his clothes and popped them away when he’s been busy with work? Expect him to turn up on your doorstep with chocolates and a kiss. Made him a delicious dinner? He might not be able to finish it all before his lips are meeting yours because it tastes just so good. He’s going to have kisses to gift you with for many times of the week, and for special reasons too. Daniel is so honest with you, that when he’s had a hard time and realises just how lucky he is to have you, you might find him waking you at three in the morning, thanking you for having him. For loving him, for taking care of him, and for dreaming of a future together. He’s so thankful to have you that these are by far your favourite kisses from Daniel, because even though you know just how much he loves you, it really cascades from his mouth when he kisses you like this. And you know that you’ll continue to do everything you can for him, because you love him just as much, forever thanking every day you get with this beautiful soul.

Okay I’m done and I’m literally surprised by how much detail I put into this because this is even better than my Minhyun Different Kisses and he’s my bias! I think I just really enjoy writing the many layers to Kang Daniel, and I hope you’ve enjoyed reading them.

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curiosity-killed · 6 years

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aftershocks

I sat down to write something fluffy and then I wrote Shiro whump instead. Typical.

Warnings: traumatic injury, body horror (?), real questionable field medicine Pairing: Gen Word count: 2157

The earth trembled in aftershocks, fine vibrations that ran through Pidge’s bones. She couldn’t see anything yet, not past the roiling grey clouds of smoke and dust, and her ears still rang. Distantly, she could hear voices over the comms. She couldn’t make out words. When she moved her arms, it was as if through a heavy syrup, and it took too much effort to be concerned. A cough finally broke through, her ears popping as they readjusted. The noise over the comms was suddenly a flood of worried voices. “Hunk? Pidge? Anyone! Are you there?” Lance called. “I’ve got eyes on Hunk,” Allura answered. “’m here,” Pidge managed. “Thank god,” Lance breathed out before the worry returned. “Where’s Keith and Shiro?”

There was a beat of silence. Their breathing was audible in the pause, strained. The comms crackled. “Here,” Shiro said. “I’ve got Keith.” His voice sounded off. It didn’t have his usual authority, that calm resolve that they all used as a rock. Pidge pushed herself up to kneel and dropped her hands to her thighs as she waited. Maybe she was just imagining it. “Are you two alright, Shiro?” Allura asked. Or maybe not. “Keith’s got a pretty good cut on his cheek, but he’s conscious. His helmet got lost in the blast,” Shiro answered. There was a beat of silence and then Pidge heard him swallow. His next words came out a little more shakily. “I need some bandages. For – for my arms.” Allura was in action immediately.

“We’re coming to you,” she said. “Lance, I’m sending Hunk’s location to you. Get him back to the ship. Pidge, you’re closest to Shiro’s location – can you meet me there?” The screen of Pidge’s helmet had shifted to show a map with blinking indicators of where each paladin was: Lance’s blue dot was scooting ever closer to Hunk’s yellow one while Allura’s pink one raced in the opposite direction. Black and red dots blinked steadily just to the side of Pidge’s green one. Even with how quickly Allura was going, it was clear she couldn’t get there before Pidge. Heaving herself to her feet, Pidge took a steadying breath and engaged her jetpack. The explosion had left her whole body feeling bruised, and flying low across the terrain didn’t really help. It wasn’t enough to warrant a cryotube, she knew, but that only meant she’d be limping around the castle for extra days. Shiro and Keith were easy to spot, even with grey dust covering them: the red of Keith’s pauldrons stood out like traffic lights. They were both hunched over, Keith over Shiro and Shiro over his own lap. From this distance, she couldn’t tell if they’re talking or not, but something in Keith’s posture seemed urgent, rigid. She skated to a stop and jogged the rest of the way to them. She froze. The red wasn’t just Keith’s armor. Blood was splattered over Shiro, fine specks coming up over his shoulders and around his chest. No, she thought numbly. No no no he’s fine he’s fine he can’t be – She broke into a run, ignoring the ache of her body. This wasn’t how it’s supposed to go. It couldn’t. Not now, not here. “Shiro!” she yelled. “Keith!” Keith straightened immediately, twisting towards her without moving from Shiro. Shiro’s head lifted, turning just slightly towards her over his shoulder. Relief brought tears to her eyes and they coursed hot down her cheeks as she ran. She nearly tripped but kept going until she was in front of them. The damage was horrifying. Shiro’s prosthesis was mangled nearly beyond recognition; the outer shell gone except for a few jagged shards and the internal structures nearly obliterated. What remained sparked intermittently as blood ran down from his shredded armor. The armor of his left arm was shattered as well, the broken pieces splattered with slow-drying blood. The source was immediately apparent: his hand was a raw mess of red, flayed open by the same explosion that ruined his prosthesis. “I was trying to pull my arm out,” he explained numbly, following Pidge’s wide-eyed gaze. “I couldn’t get it free in time.” Keith still had a hand firm on Shiro’s far shoulder, keeping him close to his chest. There was a diagonal slash down his right cheek to his jawline that was nearly crusted over with dust. Pidge’s stomach gave a lurch as she looked at their positions and realized he must have been trying to help Shiro, that the cut likely came from Shiro’s own arm. “Okay,” she said because she had to start somewhere. “Okay, we need to wrap your hand first. And then – then your arm.” Even after the words were out, it took her a minute to move. Bandages, she thought. Right. She turned and began tugging open the first aid kit they all carried at their hips. It was for emergencies, and even as she knelt before Shiro with bandages in hand, she knew it wouldn’t be enough. She could only hope Allura got here quickly.

Shiro winced as she took his hand in hers, pulling back instinctively before he caught himself. “Sorry,” she said and kept going. Bits of fabric had gotten stuck in the wounds, clotted down by blood and dust. They had to come out first. She looked up to meet Shiro’s gaze and saw the understanding there. He already knew. “This is going to hurt,” she warned. “I know,” Shiro answered quietly. “Keith, can you – can you hold my arm still?” Keith hesitated before nodding and moving to Shiro’s other side. Shiro wobbled a moment before Keith got into position, his shoulder bracing Shiro’s back and hands pinning his upper arm. Swallowing, Shiro set his jaw and gave Pidge a firm nod. She worked as quickly as she could, tugging out the fine shreds of cloth. Shiro’s arm jerked a few times, but it was always held still again by Keith’s hands and his own resolve. Red trickled down from every spot she cleared. One piece remained, deeply ground into the largest cut on his hand. Pidge took a deep breath before pinching the corner hard between her fingertips and yanking. A low, keening whimper escaped Shiro. “All done,” she said quickly, rubbing her bloodied fingertips on her thighs. They left red streaks over the white. “Just gotta wrap it up now.” When she looked up to check, Shiro’s face was pale and eyes a little glassy. Keith shared a worried look with her, and Pidge hastened back to bandaging the hand. Hurry up, Allura, she thought desperately. Red seeped through the bandage as quickly as she wrapped, and she forced herself not to think about what would happen if Allura didn’t get there in time. Shiro was losing too much blood, and neither she nor Keith were equipped to handle this kind of medical need. As she ran to the end of the bandage, a hand came into view. “Here,” Keith said as she looked up. While she’d been preoccupied, he’d pulled the bandages from both his and Shiro’s kits. She took them gratefully, winding them around Shiro’s arm until it looked like a mummy fresh out of the wash. Shiro hadn’t made any noise for a while, now, and when she looked to him, his gaze was too distant to be good. “Shiro,” she said. “Hey, Shiro! Come on, buddy, we’re almost there.” Slowly, reluctantly, his gaze shifted to her face. He blinked a few times before managing a faint nod. Keith shifted to sit so he could see Shiro’s face while still bracing him up with a knee and arm. At some point, Shiro had gone mostly limp against him. “Hey, Shiro,” Keith said, “c’mon stay with us. You’re gonna’ be fine. It’s just like old times, right? Busting your ass out in the desert?” Pidge was fairly sure that neither of them had ever caused quite this much damage out around the Garrison, but she didn’t voice that now. If Keith could keep Shiro distracted, even get him talking, he could say whatever he wanted. “Remember that time I tried to jump the canyon on my bike?” Keith continued. “And just totally smacked into the wall?” There was a quiet huff from Shiro that could almost be a chuckle. His gaze had focused onto Keith, and while he was distracted, Pidge turned to his other arm. Keith kept up a steady stream of words – anecdotes and commentary from before they became Voltron, before they ever stepped foot on another planet. She only half-listened, too focused on staunching the bleeding. Looking at Shiro’s prosthesis, she knew there was no hope of repairing it. A miracle couldn’t salvage the ruin of metal and wire that hung limp at the end of Shiro’s arm. Part of his hand remained, hanging from a single fat cord down the center of the prosthesis. Half the thumb and one finger were identifiable. The rest was just gone. She chanced a glance up to see Shiro still staring straight at Keith, a half-smile on his lips as Keith recounted some incident with Iverson and the simulator. Taking a breath, she pulled her toolkit from her hip and pulled out the wirecutters. Shiro had let her and Hunk check out his prosthesis once, so that they could help with maintenance or repair if it needed it. He’d been antsy the whole time, cold sweat beading at his forehead even as he tried to stay still and calm. The wire that hung down now didn’t provide feeling on its own, but it did plug directly into a port in his upper arm. Normally, its weight was supported by other internal structures. Now, with the remnants of his hand dangling loosely from it, it had to be pulling straight from his flesh. The wirecutters clicked shut. She grabbed the hand before it could fall and catch Shiro’s attention and carefully tucked it out of sight behind her. Even without being a medical expert, she was pretty sure seeing your own disconnected hand wasn’t great for shock. She glanced up and caught Keith’s eye. He gave her a slight nod but didn’t pause in his quiet, one-sided conversation. She set to work wrapping Shiro’s arm, both to sop up the blood running down it, and to insulate the bared wires in the end of his prosthesis. She’d just finished when the roar of a lion met them. The ground shuddered a little as Blue touched down, and a breath of relief rushed out of Pidge. “Okay, Shiro,” Keith said. “C’mon, we need to get up.” He’d braced himself under Shiro’s right arm, and Pidge took up his other side. Heaving Shiro to his feet was still a struggle; the two smallest members of the team, Pidge and Keith together still didn’t add up to Shiro. They faltered, and for a moment, Pidge had the horrifying image of them crashing to the ground and further damaging Shiro’s injured arms. Before they could tilt too far forward, though, the sound of running feet caught up to them, and Pidge felt the weight suddenly lift from her shoulders. Allura took the full brunt of Shiro’s weight, lifting him from their shoulders almost with ease. It took a moment for Pidge to realize what seemed off about the sight as she looked at the two of them; Allura towered over them, closer to the height of a Galra than usual. With Shiro limp in her arms, it was like an interstellar Pieta. The thought wormed uncomfortably in her chest. “Come on,” Allura said. “There’s a cryotube ready and waiting, and Hunk and Lance are already aboard.” Her assertiveness brushed away some of Pidge’s fear, and she followed mutely as Allura led the way back into Blue. Inside, Shiro was laid down in one of the built-in cots and carefully strapped into place. Keith immediately sat down by his head, one hand finding its place to his shoulder again. Pidge sat down next to him. Exhaustion had caught up with her suddenly, and her body sagged with it as she leaned back against the wall. “We’ll make him a new one,” she promised. “A better one.” With failsafes and protections and better compensation for the weight it dragged on Shiro’s spine. Detachable, too, so he didn’t have to sleep with a heavy metal arm under him. The schematics were already coming together in her mind, alloys and braces to make the replacement lighter and easier. Keith reached out, wrapping his free arm around her shoulders and pulling her into his side. “He’s alive,” he said. “That’s all that matters.” Her eyelids were growing heavy, and the familiar hum of the lion soon had them drooping. The last thing she saw before nodding off was Keith’s hand reaching out, gently brushing Shiro’s bangs back from his pale face. Alive, she thought drowsily. We’re alive. They could get through the rest together.

#voltron fic #whump #angst #shiro #pidge #keith #my writing

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jugheadeaton-blog · 7 years

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Camping Before the Split

Summary: Betty and Jughead have one last day to spend together before Jughead gets sent to South Side High and lives with a foster family. (Credit to @peacelovebughead for the original idea of this story ^-^)

P.S. - Sorry this took so long! I’ve been having major writer’s block lately. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

“Betty, can’t we just go back to Pop’s?” Jughead whined as he lugged all the camping gear onto the muddy earth of the forest right next to Sweet Water River. Betty lightly grazed her fingers on her boyfriend’s jaw line.

“We already went there, Juggie. Besides, we always go there. And we won’t be able to have moments like this after today so…” Betty trailed off, her voice cracking at the last syllable. Jughead held Betty’s hands lightly, cutting her off. “Yeah you’re right. Like always,” He reassured, attempting to change his girlfriend’s mood. Betty gently tilted Jughead’s face up so she could stare into his dark blue eyes. “Not always, Jug. You should know that by now,” She whispered and planted a small kiss on his cheek, her voice devoid of any voice cracks. “Anyways, let’s set up the tents. We only have about three hours.” Jughead rolled his eyes as he started to assemble his dark green tent. “I still can’t believe your curfew is 9:00,” he murmured as he undid a velcro strap, watching his tent form on its own. He then placed Betty’s dark violet tent on a small patch of poorly cut grass, undoing it’s velcro strap. Betty smiled and dumped everything out of her camping bag and into her newly set up tent. “Thank you, Juggie.” she cheered. Jughead gave a small grin in return. “No problem, Betts,” He replied. Jughead crawled into his tent, opened his bag, and flung everything against the “wall” of the thin tent. A few minutes later, he slid out into the wilderness to start the fire but stopped when he saw that Betty was already on the task. Except now she had her detective-like jacket off and wore her normal cotton candy pink sweater, simple dark blue jeans and pink and white sneakers, accompanied by her classic tight golden ponytail. Betty looked up from what she was doing then smiled when she met eye contact with her still boyfriend. “What? Didn’t think I knew what to do?” she tilted her head sarcastically. Jughead just shook his head. “No. It’s just…“ he trailed off. Being the overprotective boyfriend that he is, Jughead began to imagine what could go wrong with Betty setting up the fire: what if she got a splinter from the sticks she was using? Or what if she created the fire but burned herself in the process? Or even worse, what if she created the fire but her clothes got caught on fire and she couldn’t roll out the flames? Literally anything could go wrong and it worried Jughead deeply. ”Juggie what’s wrong?” She finally asked as she stood up and dusted her pants off. “Do you see anyone? Archie? Veronica? Your dad?” Betty swallowed. “My mom?” She asked slowly. After no response, Betty stood up and kissed her frozen-like boyfriend. Jughead immediately stirred back to life.

“I’m sorry, Betty, did you say something?” Jughead asked nervously, worrying thoughts swirling in his brain. He received a small death stare from his partner. Jughead whipped off his stained denim jacket and chucked it at his tent. Now, all he wore was a blood red t-shirt with a black “S” in the center, black jeans with black overall straps hanging from his waist, black converse and (of course) his classic crown beanie. Betty stared at Jughead for a good minute then went back to starting the fire. “Can I get any help, Juggie?” She questioned, her voice a little on the sarcastic side. Jughead shook his head at himself then sat next to his girlfriend. Just as Jughead was about to stop Betty and finish her work, a light crackle sound was heard and a fire began to blaze once he took a seat. “Yay! Thanks Juggie!” Betty cheered as if he ignited the fire. Jughead gave a small yet adorable little smile in response. “Time for s’mores,” Betty announced as she grabbed a bag the size of a yoga ball, filled to the brim with fluffy, cloud-like marshmallows. She then pulled out five bars of delicious milk chocolate and a box of graham crackers. She smiled. Jughead smiled too. At least Betty was clearing her mind from the fact that her boyfriend was going to live on the other side of town (mind you, the “bad” side of town) and live with a foster family, whom she didn’t trust one bit. Jughead stared at the ingredients before him then smirked to himself as a certain idea infested his brain. He grabbed a stick, stuck a marshmallow through it, hovered the cloud-like mush over the fire and watched it turn a brownish color. Betty watched him carefully and thoughtfully as she took a stick of her own, roasted it over the campfire and checking her watch. “Two hours and a half left, Juggie,” she reported, her eyes showing tiny signs of worry. Jughead just nodded his head as he placed his melted marshmallow onto a graham cracker and melted his chocolate just the way he liked it: nearly melting into tasty chocolate goo. Jughead placed all his ingredients together to form a neatish s’more. By now, Betty had made a fairly sloppy s’more herself. Time to activate “the plan”, as Jughead liked to call it. He turned to Betty and smiled. “Cheers,” he stated as he held out his s’more towards Betty. Her eyebrows raised in a slightly confused way but nonetheless, she giggled and bonked her s’more with his while saying “Cheers.” But just as Betty and Jughead “toasted” s’mores, Jughead made his move.

Jughead “accidentally” dropped some of the chocolate and marshmallow onto Betty’s collarbone. “Oops,” he muttered as he placed his s’more down. Betty first gave a death glare but a few seconds later realized her boyfriend’s game and felt her lips curl into a smile, placing her own s’more next to Jughead’s. “Bad Jughead,” she hissed playfully. As Jughead went for a kiss the unthinkable happened: Betty had placed a finger on Jughead’s rough lips, stopping him. “Not here, Juggie,” she whispered as she motioned towards her tent. Jughead nodded in agreement then picked Betty up and placed her in the tent. She giggled as Jughead zipped the tent shut. “Now where was I?” he asked sarcastically. “Oh right.” In one swift motion, Jughead pulled off Betty’s loose sweater and tossed it to the side, the chocolate and marshmallow dripping down to her upper chest. Betty blushed but giggled again, nonetheless. Jughead awkwardly smiled as Betty pulled him close and yanked his t-shirt off. He plucked his beanie off and placed it gently in the corner of the tight tent. Once the crown left his hand, Jughead pounced on Betty and began to cover her face (mostly her lips) and neck in kisses. She let him do that for about five minutes, until she slid her hand in between herself and her boyfriend’s lips. Puzzled, Jughead met Betty’s eyes. “What’s wrong?” He questioned, his eyebrows raised. “It’s your turn,” Betty breathed as she rolled over and pushed Jughead to the ground. Lustfully, she locked her fingers in her boyfriend’s oil colored hair, a sort of blissful vibe running through her body. She then connected her lips with his, savoring the taste. Forcefully, Jughead’s fingers wrapped around Betty’s hips, which made her gasp. “Juggie,” she whined as one of Jughead’s large hands crawled up her back and hooked the back of her snow white bra. As he unclasped the bra, Jughead smiled proudly while Betty turned red. Poor Betty’s face went a deeper shade of red as her boyfriend’s eyes landed on her breasts, his mouth hung open in astonishment.

“Betty…” Jughead barely spoke as his hand grazed the skin just above Betty’s breasts, nicking some of the chocolate and marshmallow off onto his finger. She smiled shyly, placed a petite hand on her boyfriend’s thin waistline and bashfully whispered “You can touch them, you know.” Wasting no time, Jughead licked the goo off his finger and hungrily dug his face in between Betty’s breasts and bite down ever so slightly. Another gasp escaped Betty, her breath hitching. Jughead chuckled against his girlfriend and trailed kisses up her neck. “Bets, the s’mores.”

At first, Betty’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Seconds later, Jughead licked the remains of the now hardened chocolate and marshmallow plopped on Betty’s collarbone (and upper chest), all the while pointing to the mushed/melted s’mores sitting inches away from their bodies. Betty laughed and picked up one of the contorted snacks, getting the sugar filled goop all over her fingers. She then lightly tapped her boyfriend’s chin, telling him to look at her. He obeyed like a puppy getting a bone. “Say ahh,” Betty insisted as she opened her mouth. “I didn’t know I was at the dentist’s office,” Jughead joked as he mimicked Betty’s mouth and bit down on her s’more. Without warning, Jughead picked up the other s’more and fed it to his girlfriend. Betty giggled as she chewed and watched Jughead suck the chocolate and marshmallow off her fingers. Once her s’more slid down her throat, Betty licked the chocolate and marshmallow off Jughead’s fingers, copying him. “Copy cat.” Jughead pouted playfully and wiped some of the remaining goop off of Betty’s lips. “It’s not my fault that I adore you, Jughead Jones.” Betty declared.

As Jughead shyly grinned, a beep was heard. “What was that?” Betty asked, now on edge. “Relax, it’s just my watch. It’s 8:30, Bets,” Jughead soothed as he rubbed Betty’s arm, comfortably. Betty’s face dropped. “I…we…we only have thirty more ‘regular’ minutes left…” she stammered. The pout on her face slowly grew into a deep frown, her eyes getting damp. She didn’t want the night to end. In fact, she wanted it to last for a long while, maybe even for eternity. Jughead put Betty’s clothes back on and slung an arm around her. He looked into her eyes. “Betty,” he started. “Don’t worry. We’ll be fine,” he finished, reading her mind. Betty sniffled and wiped some stray tears away. “But Jughead…the serpents…and our parents…” she listed, her voice cracking as more tears streamed down her face. Jughead threw his shirt on and carefully placed his beanie back on. He then wiped his girlfriend’s tears away. “Hey. Nothing’s going to stop us from being together, alright?” Jughead insisted. “C’mon Betty look at me. Please.” Betty slowly obeyed. “I will never stop loving you,” Jughead stated, his hands now on Betty’s shoulders.

Betty sniffled and laid her head on Jughead’s shoulder. “You promise?” Jughead placed a firm hand on Betty’s back and began to rub her gently. “I promise.” He smiled, attempting to make his girlfriend feel better. Luckily, it did. Betty sniffled once more and unzipped the tent, the fire nearly out. Jughead looked at the fire then at Betty. She laughed lightly and grabbed the s’mores’ materials. “We don’t have to melt the marshmallows. We’ll be leaving in ten minutes anyways,” Betty stated, the frown reappearing on her face. Jughead pouted and pushed the s’more materials away. He then held Betty in his arms, stroking her golden locks. “Let’s just savor the moment,” Jughead whispered as he stared into the sun set. Betty smiled and watched the sun sink lower and lower until finally, it was nonexistent. The beep from Jughead’s watch indicated that their last normal day was up. After quickly packing up everything, Betty and Jughead held each other in their arms, for probably the last time in a while.

“Me moving to the south side won’t change anything,” Jughead stated as he rubbed Betty’s arm. Betty stared at a nearby tree, dazed.

“I hope you’re right.”

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sinsiriuslyemo · 7 years

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I loooooove your stories, and since request is open, I would please myself with one if you dont mind: an imagine where rafael and the reader, after a few dates finaly do it. When they're finished she confesses she was a virgin...extra points for sweet rafael and nervous reader, diamond points for what would posibbly happened after her confession...

You are without a doubt my fav Raúl blog! I love your writing! Could you do a Rafael x reader imagine where they just have really sweet and fluffy sex/make love?

Thank you both so so much!!! Your words really made me smile!! I hope it’s okay that I combined these two requests :) They seemed to go well together! And thank you both so much for your patience!!

The weather had called for light snow for the majority of the day, but you’d known better. You always knew better than to listen to the weather man, who didn’t know anymore than anyone else what Mother Nature had in store for the future. ‘Light snow’ had turned into an all day blizzard, and you’d thanked your own cynicism for talking your boyfriend, Rafael into staying in and having an all day movie marathon. It was still coming down hard, and you frowned a little. Taking the subway during a snowstorm was not exactly your idea of a good time, and you hated taking cabs, besides, the traffic on street level wasn’t going to be any better.

“It’s getting late, I should get home,” you whispered to Rafael after the credits began to roll on the TV.

“Why don’t you just stay the night, cariño?” he offered, and you looked up at him.

The two of you were still in the first eight months of your relationship, and you’d been taking things relatively slow. You’d never spent the night together before, and you still hadn’t made the relationship physical. Aside from a rare nap on the couch, you’d never even slept in the same bed.

“I don’t have work tomorrow, it’s Sunday. We can have breakfast in bed, do the crossword together,” he continued, fingertips stroking over your shoulder lightly.

“Are you sure?” you ask tentatively.

“I’m positive. It’s going to be a nightmare trying to get to Brooklyn at this time with the weather the way it is,” he answered. “I have an extra toothbrush, you can borrow a shirt and a pair of shorts to sleep in. Plus, I have to admit that I would love nothing more than to wake up with you snuggled against me,” he added, pulling you closer to him.

You blushed a little and laid your head on his shoulder, hoping he wouldn’t see how the pink rose to your cheeks. You and Rafael had shared so much with each other. However, the one thing you hadn’t told him, mostly because it tended to intimidate the other guys you’d dated in the past, was the fact that you were a virgin. Lately, you’d been seriously considering changing that, and taking yours and Rafael’s relationship to the next level, but you always chickened out before you could work up the nerve to bring it up.

You thought about telling him now, but he was right, the snow outside would make the trip to your apartment in Brooklyn beyond difficult. If by some strange happenstance he were to react the way every other man had, it would be a long, sad ride home. So instead, you bit your bottom lip and looked up at him, nodding softly. He smirked, able to feel the way you trembled slightly beneath his arm and kissed you tenderly.

“Why don’t you sleep in my room, I’ll take the couch,” he offered, kissing you again.

“No, that’s silly,” you replied, your voice sounding almost muffled compared to how loudly your heart was pounding in your chest.

“I just don’t want you to feel like I’m...you know, pressuring you to make our relationship...physical. If you’re not ready, you’re not ready. I understand. I’ll wait as long as you need,” he said, shrugging his shoulders.

You smiled at him softly, snuggling up to him and sighing contently. You couldn’t help the overwhelming feeling of just knowing that he was the one. It wasn’t a fleeting lust, or a gentle wave of guilt of his patience that drove you, but a true, deep-rooted love that you not only felt for him, you felt it from him too.

It was this feeling that guided your mouth towards his, kissing him deeply as you moved to straddle him. Threading your fingers through his tresses, you rocked your hips against his, earning a barely audible groan from Rafael as his hands slid over your thighs, pulling you closer to him. You could feel the hunger in his kiss, taste it on his tongue as it swept over yours with a growing need. Pulling his bottom lip between your own, your hands went to clumsily begin unbuttoning his shirt, trembling at the thought of being naked with him.

Standing and holding you up, he carried you into his bedroom, kicking his door shut and setting you down on your feet in front of the bed. Rafael pulled back a little to look at you as you finally got the last button on his shirt undone, his chest steadily rising and falling with his heavy breaths. His hands pulled your top over your head, taking a minute to drink in the sight of you.

“Is this okay?” he asked in a whisper as his fingers danced over your collarbone.

You nodded your head, hands pushing his shirt open and over his shoulders as your lips met again while hands explored. Reaching around you, he unclasped your bra, bringing each strap down before finally pulling it off. Instinctively, your arms moved to cover yourself, a little insecure about how your body looked.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly, moving his lips to kiss over your neck. “We don’t have to do this,” he added.

“Y-yeah...just a little nervous,” you replied, chuckling a little as your head tilted to one side, granting him better access.

“So am I,” he whispered against your pulse point. Cradling your face with two large, gentle hands, he left tokens of his affection over your face. “If you wanna stop, just tell me,” he added, looking at you.

Nodding again, you closed the space between you and he took the gesture as the green light to pull you flush against him, running his hands over your bare back before drifting lower until he was gently grasping your backside. You moaned against his mouth, your own palms sliding around his shoulders before falling to let your fingertips graze his nipples, then lower, past his belly button to settle on his waistband. He sighed, still kissing you as he too reached for the button and zipper of your jeans. Your movements mirrored one another’s as you rid the other of pants, mouths still comfortably tangled.

Moving to lay you on his bed, his lips went to make a fiery, slow path down to one breast, tongue and teeth manipulating your nipple until it hardened under his stimulation. He repeated the action on it’s twin before continuing his journey as you arched your back. When he reached the hem of your panties, he looked up at you, pressing a wet kiss on the skin just beneath the waistband, giving you a moment to protest. His fingers hooked on either side of your hips, pulling them down at a snail’s pace and you looked down at him bashfully, biting your bottom lip.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered when you laid naked before him. There was a lust in his eyes that caused a tingle between your legs and your hips, on their own accord, rocked towards his mouth. He smirked softly, dipping his head to plant an open-mouthed kiss on the juncture between your hip and your core, nipping on the tendon that protruded slightly there.

“Oh my God,” you whispered as your fingers threaded through his hair when his mouth connected with the place where you most needed his attention. Arching your back, you moaned deeply, legs moving on their own to press your calves against the backs of his shoulders in attempts to draw him closer.

You’d never felt anything quite like this, even your own experienced fingers paled in comparison with his tongue when it gently massaged your clit. His mouth made your eyes roll to the back of your head when it gingerly sucked your sensitive nub into it’s depths. His fingers moved with precision as they kept your nipples alert with pinches and rolls between a thumb and index finger.

“Oh Rafael,” you sighed, breath coming in heavy, loud pants as he moaned against you.

Your body was on fire, every nerve ending tingling with a desire for more. More of him, more of what he was doing to you, more time to savor every subtle movement. Suddenly one of your nipples missed his fingers and you opened your eyes, looking down to find a pair of emerald orbs staring back at you. Before you could ask why he’d moved his hand, you felt something press against your opening. Seconds later it was sinking into you, a bit thicker than your own finger and you focused on staying relaxed.

He groaned again when his digit was fully submerged, your arousal making it incredibly easy for him to gently slide it in and out a few times.

“Does that feel good?” he asked in a husky voice, his mouth taking your bundle of nerves again as his finger stilled inside you.

“Yes,” you managed to whisper, nodding your head as you licked your lips, catch your bottom petal between your teeth.

After a moment, you felt another feeler slide in to join the first, and the suction on your clit intensified, muscles contracting around the intrusion, trying to draw him in deeper. Again, he slid them in and out of you, pulling out to gently turn them before plunging back in and crooking them upward. You arched your back, moaning loudly as a tension built inside you, beginning in the pit of your stomach and moving towards your center until it burst from you. The impact forced your upper half up until you were holding yourself with one hand behind you, the other tangled in his hair.

He moaned along with you, stimulating you through your release before making his way back up to your lips.

“Oh my God, that was...amazing,” you said, giggling against his mouth and earning a soft smile from him as he kissed you over and over.

You reached between you to rub his organ over his boxer briefs. He groaned, letting you roll him onto his back while your hand slipped beneath the cotton barrier between you, grasping his hardened organ and squeezing gently as his lips tangled with yours. His long fingers sank in your hair, hips arching towards your palm as another moan vibrated against your pout.

Slowly, and a bit clumsily, you stroked him, a bit unsure as to whether your technique was up to par; The furthest you’d ever gone with a man was some dry humping, and normally when it would get heated enough for them to begin reaching under your shirt, you would drop the V bomb. It never went over well, and often that would be the end of that.

Deciding to move on, you kissed your way down his chest, dipping your tongue in his belly button before pulling down his underwear. Your eyes widened at the long, thick shaft staring back at you, and you placed a kiss on his crown. Opening your mouth, you took the tip of him in, earning a rather loud groan from your lover.

You looked up tentatively, seeing his eyes screwed shut and his chest rising and falling heavily. He lifted his head to look down at you, mouth hanging open, and he moaned again when he found you staring up at him with his cock between your lips. His eye stared intently at where your mouth wrapped around him as you tried to sink lower, unsure as to how much of him you could take.

He tasted musky, but there was a sweetness to the bodily fluids that were oozing from his tip, and you moaned around him. You wanted more, and gently bobbed your head, taking in a few more inches every time and feeling your confidence build whenever he groaned or combed his fingers through your hair. Then you just got too cocky, (pun intended, not intended) taking a little too much of his length, and your gag reflex made an appearance.

“Oh my God!” he groaned in surprise, panting above you and licking his lips.

Catching your breath, you took him into your mouth again and sucked on his head, hand lazily stroking the rest of his length. Your tongue rubbed over the v on the underside just beneath his crown and he sighed loudly, hand curling into a fist in your hair before sliding down to cup your face.

“Mi amor,” Rafael whispered, thumb stroking your cheek. “It’s um...it’s been a--”

He gasped when you sucked him a little harder, and he moaned, hesitantly placing his hand further under your chin and lifting your gaze for you to look up at him. Your eyes were filled with a slight concern, lips pink and slightly swollen, and the corner of his mouth quirked upwards.

“That feels really good, but...it’s been a while for me so...I’m not sure how long I can last,” he said softly. “Especially if you’re gonna tease me like that,” he added.

You bit your bottom lip. Had you been teasing him? You certainly hadn’t meant to, you only meant to appear as though you at least sort of knew what you were doing.

“I’m sorry,” you answered, chuckling nervously as you came to lay beside him, and he shook his head lightly.

“Don’t be sorry, I like it, but...I just need you,” he replied, kissing you again and humming against your mouth as he gently rolled you onto your back.

Perching himself above you, he dropped tender kisses over your jaw and down the length of your neck while one hand grazed his fingertips over your flesh.

“Do we need a condom?” he asked in a whisper against your collarbone.

At least that was one thing you’d gotten right; after six months of being with him, when you began to consider giving him your virginity, you’d taken it upon yourself to consult with a doctor about birth control.

“No, I have an IUD,” you whispered back, fingers threading in his hair as he lightly sucked on your nipple. “I want to be able to feel all of you...I want you to feel all of me,” you added bashfully, blushing when you heard him groan.

When he looked up at you, his eyes were filled with that same intoxicating lust you’d seen before and he carefully settled between your legs. Gently taking your lips again, Rafael reached between your bodies, rubbing his mushroom head over your clit before sliding it down to your entrance.

“Are you sure?” he mumbled against your mouth.

“Yes...please, Rafael,” you whimpered, holding on to him as he pushed forward, the very tip of him gently popping into you. He shuddered as your heat surrounded him, eyes trained on you, trying to gauge your comfort level.

You gasped, eyes widening just a bit as you groaned and breathed deeply beneath him as your nails lightly scratched over his back.

“Are you okay?” he asked tentatively.

Rafael wasn’t exactly naive to his size and the fact that he was bigger than what most considered average. Despite the desperate need that came over him at being inside a warm body after years of work-induced abstinence, he was determined not to ruin his first time with you by not taking your relaxation into consideration. The last thing he wanted was to be too hasty and cause you unnecessary pain or discomfort.

You nodded your head, craning your neck to kiss him.

“Just...go slow,” you whispered against his mouth.

He nodded his head, kissing you again as he eased into you, stopping about halfway to give you time to adjust. He swore he could’ve died with how tightly you fit him and his head slumped down to rest his forehead against your shoulder, fighting with everything inside him against closing the gap between your hips.

Meanwhile, you were thanking your lucky stars that you’d lost your hymen a long time ago while riding your bike. At the very least, you wouldn’t bleed all over him. But nothing could’ve prepared you for the delicious sting of being stretched more than you ever had before. It was a sort of unpleasant stretch that was really only painful for a few minutes as your body adjusted to him. Engaging your muscles, your core hugged him and he groaned at the feel of your walls tightening further around him, trying to draw him deeper. Slowly, he pushed forward the last few inches and let out a breathy moan, again fighting the urge to begin moving just yet.

Lifting his head, he kissed your lips passionately, moaning when your tongue requested entrance into his mouth.

Your hands gripped the muscles in his back as you willed your body to relax, grateful for the reprieve he was giving you by remaining still. He was longer and wider than you anticipated, but his groin pressed against your clit in the most perfect way, and it wasn’t long before you felt a familiar itch for some friction.

“Oh my God, Y/N, you feel so good,” he moaned, nuzzling your nose with his.

“Please,” you whimpered, squeezing his appendage again and rocking your hips gently upward, silently encouraging him to move.

He shuddered and carefully began an in and out pace against you. His humping was gentle at first, then slow getting harder when you began to moan beneath him. Dipping his head, Rafael sucked on your pulse point as your nails scratched down his back.

There were no words, just the sound of your heavy breathing and moans of bliss mixed with his soft grunts whenever he was completely submerged inside you. Every few minutes, he would slow down, not yet wanting the coupling to end, and you clenched around him desperately, continuing to move against him. You didn’t want him to stop. You never wanted him to stop.

“Rafael...more...please,” you begged, tightly winding your legs around his waist and using the leverage to pull yourself up harder against him. “Don’t stop,” you pleaded again.

Obliging your request, he thrust faster, harder still, his coarse pubic hair stimulating your sensitive bundle of nerves perfectly. He’d never been in such a snug body, and his balls tingled with anticipation of his release. You arched a final time, crying out as your nerve endings ignited again, far more intensely than when he’d used his mouth on you. He stroked you through your orgasm as your entire body trembled, your muscles twitching and contracting around him enough to make him light headed. It was with that incredible sensation that he too fell over the edge, groaning loudly while his hips pistoned faster against you on their own accord as he shot his seed deep inside you.

His mouth found yours again in a heated passion as he gradually brought you both back down, and hugging you tight against his body. He broke your kiss only to tuck his face in the crook of your neck as you both caught your breath, a thin layer of sweat coating the two of you. After a while of laying this way, he dropped tender kisses over your face, ending with a final kiss to your mouth.

“I love you, Y/N,” he whispered into your ear, and you smiled, tears forming in your eyes.

Those words, tumbling from his lips so softly were enough to confirm you’d made the right decision. You’d never had a doubt in your mind, but his gentle murmur, so full of affection and honesty cemented your conviction.

“I love you too,” you answered, snuggling against him as he rolled both of you to settle your frame over his.

“That was definitely worth the wait,” he said, still slightly panting and smiling as he kissed your forehead. “I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard before, it was...so intense,” he added in a sigh, holding you close against him.

“It was my first time,” you finally said, and he chuckled softly, apparently taking your admission as a joke. You picked your head up, looking at him with a serious expression. He felt your gaze and met your eyes, his smile falling slowly.

“You were a virgin?”

Biting your bottom lip, you nodded your head.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked you softly, fingertips lovingly stroking over your spine.

“I didn’t want to scare you away,” you admitted after a moment of silence. “Every other guy has...disappeared after they’ve found out. Maybe because they didn’t want the pressure of being my first or...maybe they just didn’t want to wait for something that may or may not have ever come,” you added, rolling your eyes.

“It wouldn’t have scared me away,” he replied, whispering again as he smiled down at you. “I just wish I’d known, I...I would’ve tried to be romantic instead of just, ‘we can do the crossword together in the morning’.”

You snorted, kissing the skin over his heartbeat, and snuggling further against his frame.

“I thought the Sunday crossword was romantic,” you offered, shrugging softly as you looked up at him. “Plus, look outside. The way it’s snowing, the city covered in white powder, the moonlight bouncing off of it. You really couldn’t get more romantic. You also offered breakfast in bed, how could I possibly resist?”

He rolled his eyes, smirking and kissing you gently.

Pulling the fluffy covers over you, the two of you watched the snow continue to fall outside his bedroom window. After a long moment, he turned his head to look down at you.

“Hey, can I ask you something?” he wondered.

“Mhm, but make it quick, Barba,” you teased. He waited until you looked up at him.

“How’d I do?” You grinned at him, reaching down to grasp his now soft cock in a gentle palm.

“Let’s just say I’m definitely going to want an encore in a few minutes,” you purred against his jaw.

“I think that can be arranged,” he replied with a smirk, kissing you deeply again.

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kpop-ruins-our-lives · 7 years

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Wanted - Jungkook scenario (angst/fluff/slight smut)

A/N: New story or short story I’ll be making! Hope you enjoy! SEND me your thoughts on this! Thank youuu ^^

PART 2 / PART 3

Members: Jungkook x You ft. Jimin & Taehyung Genre: angst, fluffy, smutish Warnings: badboy, cussing, mature Word count: 2860

It's your fault. Your fault to feel like this, when you don't have near chance. He was just so attractive. Hot, sexy. He was everything any girl would want. He was kind of guy girl’s just fall in love with even without knowing him. He was your secret crush, well not exactly a crush. You wanted him to fuck you. But maybe a crush too. Your feelings are bit mixed and you don’t know what to feel. You keep on thinking how girls get lucky. Especially ones who get to be in a “relationship” with him. Sometimes you just can’t keep your eyes off him. Watching his moves. His hand on girl’s ass, back, thigh. Those two other friends of his are hot as fuck as well, but they less player type. More relationship type or friends with benefits. Even though Jungkook is the second one. But what if he falls in love with a girl that he actually wants to take a bigger step, be in a romantic, caring relationship. Not just fucking. You would be jealous. You are jealous even now. Worse thing is he doesn’t even notice you. Being senior year in the dumbass high school, you have little time to actually, maybe have him notice you. At least that. You all seniors are the most important people in high school now. Other students looking at you like that they are in love with you. Not saying they aren’t but still. You guys are the most popular ones in there. Doing shit around the school, getting in detention, having bad grades. At least half of you seniors don’t give a fuck about collage or grades. It’s last year, you need to make it the most memorable. Party’s, lunches, driving around, handing out at day or night, getting drunk, high, falling in love, getting your heart broken. That is what last, senior year is all about.

Jungkook wasn’t this way before. This bad boy, fuckboy attitude. He was actually a sweet guy, good guy, a friend. You know because yeah, you talked to him before. Only in few classes that you had together. But even then he only just used you to get the test answers, to have someone to talk to till one of his friends come. Well mostly two of best friends Taehyung and Jimin. You knew in the back of your mind, what you guys have is just not even a friendship. But you kept trying and talking because you liked talking to him, being next to him. As time passed more and more he got away from you. He changed during the third year. You’re guessing he just didn’t want to be a sweetheart anymore and change a bit. He now didn’t even look at you anymore. Acted like you were a stranger. People say it was his girlfriend, well ex now, who changed him a lot. Soon as they broke up, he finished with a lot of girls. With few even had sex, so you are guessing he liked that. Liked just having sex with different girls. Be with one for few weeks, throw her away and find a new one within days.

You yourself been working out. Getting yourself in even more shape. Actually boys chased you, but only thing you wanted was him. Jungkook. “Have you been listening to me?” your friend asked and you snap out of your thoughts, who are always the same “Y-yeah” you said and looked at Rose. Best friend of yours. You been best friends since you were little kids. “Yeah right. You thought of Jungkook, didn’t you?” she raised an eyebrow and you laugh, and shake your head “no”. “Don’t lie. I know you” she smiled and sat next to you on your bed “Well… I can only think or imagine him, because he doesn’t know me anymore” you sigh “There’s a party tomorrow night, and he’ll be there” Rose smiled looking at you “He has a “girl” you know that” “So what?” she said standing up “I’ll better get home… I’ll pick you up tomorrow” two of you hug and she leaves

You take your laptop from the work table and sit on your bed. You go on Jungkook’s Instagram page. “Damn 5K followers” you said to yourself There were few pictures with his “girl”. One of her neck and her hickeys that he made, one with him kissing her. Other pics with his best friends, few of him and him shirtless. “God” you said and close the laptop feeling like a god damn stalker or that you have an obsession over him.

--- “You look sexyyy” Rose smiled as you got into her car “Thanks” you smiled In school Rose and you walked together until she jumped into a hug of her boyfriend. “Whats good Y/N” he smiled while hugging Rose “Whats up Troy” you smiled “I’ll go, since I look like a third wheel here” you laughed “See you later girl” Rose smiled and walked away with Troy

“YO JUNGKOOK!” a guy shouts and pushes you making all of your stuff fall on the floor “Thank you asshole” you said and rolled your eyes Jungkook smiled hugging the guy, but looks behind at you. “Wait just a second.” He said and tapped guy’s shoulder walking over to you You kept cursing to yourself picking up papers. Few people step on your stuff without caring. “YEAH THANKS!” you shout and turn your face finding Jungkook kneeling in front of you Your face goes shook. He laughed “Sorry about my friend… And fuck those other people you yelled at” he smiled and picked up few papers and notebooks “You didn’t have to come apologize for him.” You said and two of you look at each other Both of you stand up, and he gives you your stuff. “He wouldn’t even apologize you know. I’m just being… Good” he laughs “Right.” You had a small smile on your face as you nod your head “Thanks anyway” you added Jungkook just nods his head with a side smile and walks away.

“What the fuck was that?” you could hear his friend being shocked for him helping you

You quickly take your phone out of your pocket, sending a text to Rose who is probably making out with her boyfriend, but still. Walking into the classroom, while texting you hit someone. “Seriously?” he looks at you “Yeah.” You raise your eyebrows and pass him “At least watch where you going” he kept following your body You just look up at him and sit down at your table. It was Taehyung the guy who sounded so “annoyed”. He soon after walked in with Jimin and Jungkook. “Well great” you sigh

In this class Jungkook was sitting behind you, which makes you now even more nervous because he actually helped and talked to you today. You kept looking at your phone, in the back you can hear their laughs, Jungkook’s voice. Only thing you wanted is this class to end faster than ever.

Soon as bell went off you grabbed your stuff walking out. You sat with Rose outside on the fresh air. “Damn that is something new” she smiled winking at you “Oh stop” you roll your eyes and your eye land on Jungkook and his girlfriend. Him leaning against the wall. His hands on her ass, while they made out. You lick your lips and continue to look. Her hands travel down his chest, almost touching his dick. His hand travels up her neck, looking like he deepens the kiss, more passion. Bell goes off and he pulls away, looking up catching you looking. You look away quickly and you wanted to kill yourself how embarrassed you felt him catching you staring. He smirks, watching you leaving and throws his arm his girlfriend.

--- “AND DONE” you shout as you walk out of the bathroom “YOU LOOK FUCKING AMAZING!” Rose shouts smiling “WE look bomb af” you smiled pointing at her

Grabbing what you need, Rose and you head off to the big party. “Rose!” Troy said putting his hand in the air, so you guys noticed him and walked over to him. You smiled looking around the huge room. You already loved the songs, the atmosphere. You started to move your upper body a bit along the song. “Drinkss” Troy hands you a cup “Thanks” you smiled Rose and you danced, with your glasses in the air. You noticed Jimin and Taehyung dancing with their girls. No sign of Jungkook. You already assumed he’s fucking or at least doing something with his girl. You were still bit embarrassed of what happened today at school. All you could think of is him catching you staring. You laugh at yourself and shake your head. Walking over to the corner of the room, just because you needed to relax a bit. Your feet already hurt because of all the dancing. As you stood you had a clear look to whole damn room. You take a breath as you see Jungkook sitting on the couch. He kept looking to the side, staring up and down at you, leaning back, he licks his lips. His head turns around as his girlfriend climbs on top of his lap. You lick your lips, with your body feeling hot. You wanted to look away, but you want those same things to do to him and him to you. She slowly kept grinding on his lap, kissing him. Her hands on his cheeks. His hands around her waist, slowly coming down on her ass grabbing it, making her grind more, faster. “Yah Jungkook!” Jimin shouts breaking their hot time. Jungkook was bit annoyed for Jimin getting the stuff done too soon. His girlfriend moves from his lap, sitting down next to him. Jungkook looked to the side to see are you still there, but you were gone. “I got the stuff” he smiled and showed two joints in his hand “That’s what I am talking man” Jungkook smiled being happy “We gonna do this now or?” “Nah later, when we get bit drunk” Jimin smiled and nodded his head “Let’s play 7 minutes in heaven” Taehyung walked up to them “Who else playing? Rose and her friend and her boyfriend” Taehyung explains “Let’s do it!”

They all walked together to another room. Three of you were sitting down already on the floor waiting for them. You didn’t know Rose is a friend to Taehyung. “Here we are” Taehyung smiled and sat down Your heart skip a beat as you saw Jungkook walking in, but he was alone, without his girlfriend. “Where’s your girl Jungkook?” Troy smiled “She went to hang out with her friends” Jungkook simply said and sat down, looking up noticing you are playing too.

“So first. This is Y/N to all of you who don’t know” Troy smiled “Nice to meet you” Jimin smiled winking “It’s odd that you’re playing” you quickly said whispering “What?” Taehyung said “I meant for him. He has a girlfriend” “She’s not a girlfriend. Don’t worry baby” Jungkook smirks and you felt like your face is pure red “Ya’ll know the rules” Jimin said “Only two of these can go together, with no one other” he added pointing at Troy and Rose You actually didn’t believe you were in this game. You played games, but not like these. “Okay I’ll spin two times. One and then one to go with him/her” Jimin laughs “Just spin it” Taehyung pushes him slightly Bottle spins in circles and slowly lands on a gap between Rose and you. “Nothing…Again” Jimin said and spins again and this time lands on you “Oh fuck.” You laugh “Nicee. I would like to be with you” Taehyung flirted You just shake your head. “Lastt one” Jimin spins, two times it landed in a gap. You were already getting so fucking nervous and anxious. Bottle slows down and it points at him. Jungkook. “Oh damn” Taehyung puts his hand over his mouth Jungkook smiles and stands up. “You going or what?” he looks down at you You nod your head and he helps you to stand up. As you approached to the door that leads into this closet, you were getting more and more nervous. He opens the door, letting you in first. “Get her Jungkook” Jimin said and you roll your eyes and Jungkook only winks walking in and closing the door behind him. Pure dark. You couldn’t see anything, not even him. You could hear your heart beat, like that your heart will jump out of your chest. “You had sex before, right?” he spoke “Y-yes” you swallow hard, feeling his body closer to yours. His hand was on your hip. “No need to be nervous babygirl.” He almost whispers and you feel his face close to yours, and his lips on yours. First time kissing him was like you’re in heaven. His lips soft, smooth. Nicely working against yours. “Do I make you nervous, maybe?” he said tilting his head, giving you a long peck on your lips “No.” you stuttered out His hand runs slowly down your body, cold fingertips touching your warm skin of your thigh. “You’re lying. You’re scared” He said, you wanted to scream. A rush of confidence made you step forward. You lean forwards, pressing your body against his. Jungkook bit his lip, smirking. His hands run down on your sides, your ass pulling you closer to him, while he began to kiss your neck. You reach between you two and pull Jungkook’s shirt over his head. He did the same to you. You run your hands down his abs, to his pants. He smiled, tilting his head kissing your neck again. One of his hands grabs one of your breasts. You could feel his warm breath against your skin as he kissed your collarbone, then your breast. You moan a bit. His other hand reached down, under your skirt. Touching your wet panties. “Fuck Jungkook. Please I want you now” you said and Jungkook pulled away from you “Sure babygirl” he said

In a second he pulled his pants and boxers down. Quickly his hands pulled your panties down. His lips attacked your neck as he lifted you off the floor. Your legs wrapped around him and your back was against the wall. Jungkook entered you in one swift motion. “Fuck” he said as he slammed into you fast. You kept moaning, moaning his name. You felt such a pleasure as he moved. Your nails were digging into his back, leaving red straight lines across his muscular back. “Don’t stop” you stuttered out Both of you came. Your whole body shook. Whole closet was filled with a sound of your guys heavy breathing. Jungkook pressed his lips against yours softly this time. “Well damn.” he said and two of you laughed a bit, getting dressed up again. “GUYS DONE!” both of you hear Jimin shouting Jungkook grabbed your wrist pulling you towards him. His lips pressed yours again. “I wanna do this again” you got shook by his words, but had a smile on your face “Guys you been there LONG ENOUGH!” you heard Jimin shouting You fix your hair and two of you walk outside. All eyes on you two. “Jesus Christ did you do two rounds in there since you been longer than 7 minutes” Taehyung smiled winking Jungkook and you sat down again. He took his cup and drank it, looking at you. You smile biting your lip and looked away. “So it’s like a secret?” Taehyung asked “Tae. Why would we or I even tell you how we fucked?” Jungkook looked at him “Rightt… I just think it was hot since we could hear you two” Taehyung leans back on his palms. “Oh God” you laughed and covered your face

Walks in is Jungkook’s girlfriend. “Jungkook what are you doing?” “What kind of stupid question is that?” Jungkook looks up at her “Well I was looking for you..“ “I just wanted to tell you, I am going home so I’ll text you” she added “Okay, bye” Jungkook said and she leaned down and kissed his lips “I want to dance.” Jimin said “Let’s go” Troy said

All of you stood up, walking down to the dance floor.

“Y/N. That is a familiar name” you turn your head to the side looking at Jungkook

He looks down at you

“We used to “hang out”…” you said, he raises his eyebrows in disbelief “You always helped me with test and those that other shit, right?” “Yes” “Damn, you got a lot hotter since then. Like fuck” he smirks

You shake your head smiling “Maybe we can hang out sometime” he said looking down at you “Not that I don’t want to but I can’t.” “Nonsenseee” he laughs “Come on baby, I know you want me again” his lips were at your ear whispering

You look up at his dark eyes, with his smirk on his face he walks away. “Jungkook!” “I’m LEAVING!” he shouts to Taehyung and looks at you one more time and leaves.

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