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I Could Love You With My Eyes Closed

I heard a song and one of the lines got stuck in my head, so here's a fic. (If you're curious, it was "Figure You Out" by VOILÀ.) No idea why, but Thranduil just felt perfect for this.

Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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Thranduil x Reader

[A/N: This is mostly just fluff, but there's some innuendo, so... 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!!!]

Warnings: Fluff, angst, Elf x Human romance, mutual pining, idiots in love, Thranduil being dramatic, fake betrothal speedrun, Thranduil being soft for one (1) person only, protective Thranduil, Human!Reader has been adopted by elf who had no idea what he was getting into and Thranduil thinks he's an idiot, mild innuendo.

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My mind wandered during my guard shift. Given that nothing ever penetrated this deep into the realm without the king's consent, the risk of allowing my focus to roam among my busy thoughts was minimal. The night air was brisk as I sat on one corner of the king's balcony with my bow laid across my lap.

Normally, the night air was soothing, but at that moment, all I could think about was how different everything would be soon. There would be no more extravagant views of the stars framed by elaborately gilded windows, no more training with my bow, no more front row seats to royal audiences, and - the worst of all - no more late night conversations when King Thranduil grew weary of his work.

I'd taken those things for granted. Oh, I hadn't squandered my time once I'd become one of his guards, by any means, but now that I might be forced to give up that position sooner than I'd anticipated, a list of regrets seemed to be cycling endlessly in my mind's eye. One that caused me the most pain was that I would very soon no longer be the recipient of his majesty's secret smirks when something we'd discussed privately occurred in his court.

The sound of a quill scratching away on parchment within the king's study ceased abruptly, but not even the anticipation of a quiet, intimate talk with him could lift my spirits. Not after the news I'd had that morning.

The swish of a cloak being removed was followed by unhurried footsteps toward the balcony, and then he was there beside me. The King of the Woodland Realm stood less than a few feet from me in all his finery, save the little circlet that usually rested upon his brow. He tended not to wear it when he retired to his chambers for the evening, choosing instead to lay it atop a book of poetry which resided permanently on his desk.

"On a lovely, cloudless night such as this, what cause would a newly-engaged lady have to look so forlorn?" The smooth, regal voice of my liege met my ears, and under any other circumstances, I might have scrambled to my feet to bow before him, as was his due. All I could muster, however, was a quiet, sincere apology over my shoulder as I remained seated on the balcony. I could feel his keen, pale blue eyes on me as I set my bow aside and let out a heavy sigh. "Oh, dear. Is he that repulsive?"

"Not physically, but...all he seems to see is himself. I am perfectly aware that the betrothal wasn't either of our choices, but he could at least pretend that he's interested when our parents are nowhere to be seen." I was aware that I sounded ungrateful, but just because I was a mortal woman in a realm of Elves didn't mean that I had to like it when I was constantly looked down upon by others.

One of the few people who never gave me the impression that he thought less of me took a seat beside me in robes much too elegant for anything less than a perfectly padded chair to touch.

"Have you spoken with your guardian - apologies, your father - about your fears?" Instead of sounding judgmental, Thranduil's voice held only softness - a rarity, to be sure, but such a tone was more common when he conversed with me than with anyone else. I nodded my head as I recalled the cold aloofness in my adoptive father's voice as he'd dismissed both me and my protests.

"He seemed more concerned with maintaining the status associated with his name than with some silly little mortal's concerns." I tried to keep the bitterness out of my voice, I really did, but the sharp edge that crept in made me cringe a bit. "After all, who am I to complain when he took me in? My life could have been over before it had even truly begun. He could just as easily have left me to die in the ruins of our burning village and adopted an Elfling instead. I...owe him for all that he has done."

One of Thranduil's hands rested lightly on my shoulder, coaxing me to face him. My eyes met his, and his free hand laid over my wrist. The warm weight of his palm covering my pulse made my heart flutter in my chest.

"Is that what he told you?" When I stammered about it being nothing more than the truth, he shook his head while stormclouds gathered in his expression. "What foul words of comfort from one who claims to care for you."

To that, I had no response. Naturally, several statements sprung to the tip of my tongue - defenses for my father's actions - but I swallowed them all down when my king's gaze warned me that he would tolerate no such excuses.

"Remind me, mellon-nin, how long have you served in my guard?"

"Twelve years and a few months, sire."

"And in all of our many conversations, have I ever given you any reason to doubt that I value you as highly as any other in my kingdom? After that first fortnight, when you were terrified of making a mistake, have you ever felt out of place because of your mortality?"

The memory of that fateful night drew a smile to my lips.

"No, mellon-nin. That rather thorough tongue-lashing you meted out made your stance quite clear to all in the palace," I murmured allowing myself the small liberty of turning my hand beneath his and threading our fingers together.

The guards he'd berated for their rudeness and bigotry had practically fled the throne room when he was finished with them. After that night, he'd ordered that whenever I was on duty, I would be assigned to his personal detail.

"Then, what cause have you to believe that I would tolerate anyone treating you so poorly anywhere else in my domain?"

"This is different–"

"How? Enlighten me," the king ordered giving my fingers a gentle squeeze.

"Father has the right to demand that I repay him for the time he has spent on me," I hedged, but Thranduil shook his head.

"Just because he raised you, that does not mean that he was unaware of what he was choosing. He may not have known the full extent of the demands made of a parent, but that was not the fault of the innocent babe he rescued." He sounded so calm, so casual about his assertions that I could do no more than blink as he spoke. "I do not expect Legolas to sacrifice his happiness to satisfy some imagined debt incurred at his birth, nor should your guardian make such ludicrous demands of you."

We sat quietly for a moment, side-by-side and hand-in-hand beneath the moonlight before words began flowing from my mouth almost without my consent.

"He's an ass, you know, the man to whom I have been promised. Nothing brings him greater pleasure than a mirror, and nothing strains him more than remembering a preference held by someone other than himself," I murmured feeling as though this confession of my unkind thoughts about the Ellon would give me some measure of comfort beyond another's commiseration. "Six different times he has insisted that he knows my favorite flower, and six times have I received something completely different. He claims that I keep changing my answer, but, truly, I have given the same response every time."

"He chooses not to listen," Thranduil muttered almost to himself.

"Quite correct, aran-nin. He is dismissive...practically ignores me when we are in the same room..."

"Had he been listening, he undoubtedly would have heard your scathingly pointed sighs, not unlike those which you direct toward any who insult your king in the throne room," he teased, and a huff of laughter bubbled out of me. "I shall have you know that I enjoy those little sighs. They convey a great deal about the receiver's lack of intelligence and manners, whilst simultaneously broadcasting that you would like nothing more than to drag them from the gates by the scruff of their neck. Quite effective, do you not agree?"

"Oh, yes, mellon. As I recall, you've allowed me to do just that on several occasions," I said glancing over at him. The answering sparkle in his eyes coupled with the wicked little smirk adorning his lips made my heart thud faster in my chest.

"And I reveled in every second of their humiliation at your beautiful hands," Thranduil practically purred in satisfaction at the memories, but I sobered rather quickly as I recalled the reason I was so down in the first place. He must've seen my smile slip. "Forgive me, I was certain that you enjoyed dragging witless rats from my sight...?"

"I do...rather, I did." The correction was small, but he pounced upon it immediately. The hand that had been on my shoulder grasped my chin and forced me to look back up at him. He didn't need to say a word. The question floated between us unasked, yet requiring an answer. "My betrothed made it clear that he believed a guard was no proper wife. He has demanded that I resign my position here."

More seriously than he had all night, Thranduil gazed into my eyes.

"Is that what you want? Do you wish to give up the station you fought so hard to attain for a man who cannot remember even the simplest of things about you?" I shook my head as hot, desperate tears filled my eyes. "Then tell me, what do you want? What desires fill your mind when you allow yourself to dream under cover of darkness?"

I most certainly could not give him the whole truth. I couldn't tell him that over the course of our acquaintance and friendship I had fallen in love with him. Nothing could ever come of my pathetic heartache. I was only a guard. A peasant. Peasants might fall in love with royalty, but they did not end up with them. That was not the way of the world.

"Love," I breathed instead. "I want to be loved for myself, not my father's position. I wish to be cared for and to care for another. I wish to remain a guard, a warrior for the Woodland Realm, and to be accepted as I am, not swept aside. Obviously, I am not without fault, but while I attempt to grow wiser and gain experience, I do not wish to be impeded or judged by someone who could never remember even the most basic facts about me. I...What I want is impossible."

A small, gentle smile crossed the king's lips, and an intense, burning desire to kiss him fought a war within me against my common sense. Thranduil could forgive much, but a lapse in judgment as severe as throwing myself at him? Never.

"Your presence here is proof that nothing is impossible. You are much easier to love than you have allowed yourself to believe." His deep, rumbling voice sounded at once comforting and sensual, which proved quite effective at helping me blink back my tears before they could even begin to fall. "When are you next due to meet with this unworthy cad?"

"Tomorrow. My father has invited both he and his parents to our home for the evening meal as it is my day without a shift." I was surprised at how steady my voice sounded after how vulnerable I'd just been. Strangely, though, I felt no shame in having allowed my friend to see my pain.

King Thranduil nodded his head pensively, brushing his thumb over my chin as he did so - why had he not yet released his grip? Not that I was going to complain, of course. Being this close to him, touching him, speaking with him in confidence...that was as close as I was ever going to get to him, and even that might soon be pulled from my grasp, so I savored every moment that I was afforded.

Neither of us had much more to say. Instead, the Elvenking slipped an arm around my waist and tugged me close enough to his side for me to lay my head on his shoulder. We sat in companionable silence until the time came for the guard change. Bidding me sweet dreams and a safe trip home, Thranduil dropped a soft kiss onto my hand and retreated back inside his rooms.

As usual, the guard who was to replace me gave me a raised eyebrow at my familiarity with someone so far above my station, and, as usual, I ignored him.

Sneaking to the stables on my way out, I plucked an apple from my coat pocket and headed to the gilded gates of the stall holding the king's mount. Slicing the fruit quickly in half with my dagger to delay my return home by a few extra seconds, I cooed gently to the large elk, stroking the soft fur on his muzzle as I offered him the treat.

"Who's a good boy? Hm? You are! Yes, you are," I praised as he gingerly bit into the first half of the bright red fruit, then the second. He was a gentle giant, in truth. Much of the kingdom supposed that he would be as prickly as his rider, but nothing could be further from reality. Firstly, the king was only short with those who deserved his ire. Secondly, the admittedly imposing elk upon which he rode hadn't a mean bone in his very large body. "Aww, you're never grumpy with me, are you, mellon-nin?"

He chuffed and snuffled, nuzzling gratefully into my caressing fingers as a 'thank you' for his treat. Even he would be a far superior companion for life than the idiot with whom I'd be forced to spend yet another pointless evening the next day...and perhaps the rest of my life.

"Don't worry, mellon, even if he makes me resign, I'll still find a way to sneak in and bring you extra apples." The pleased little snort he gave me drew a giggle from my lips, but I knew that soon the guard patrolling this section of the grounds would be here. I bid goodnight to my tall, fur-covered friend and set off on the path toward home with our secret intact.

Had I so much as bothered to glance back, I would've seen a familiar head of bright blond hair watching as I tugged the hood of my cloak over my head.

When I awoke the next day, it was still early morning. The lateness of my shift usually tired me out well enough that I slept for at least another hour or two, but after a few bleary blinks, I realized that I'd been awakened by voices.

Odd. My adoptive father did not usually entertain guests at this hour. Either something had happened, or today was destined to turn out rather strangely. As he hadn't bothered to come wake me, I gathered that there was no urgency in whatever had transpired. What was not in question, however, was the way my stomach growled as I tried to roll over and go back to sleep.

With a sigh of defeat, I climbed out of bed and dressed, even going so far as to tie my hair back in a quick braid since it looked as though it might rain. Thus, clothed and presentable, I cleaned my teeth and ventured from my bedroom in search of food.

The voices seemed to be coming from my destination, so it seemed as though I would get both sustenance and an answer to my curiosity all at the same time. A fortuitous turn for such a gray morning.

"...ere she is now." I was able to make out my father's voice as I intentionally stepped on the creaky board in the hallway. I wasn't as quiet as an Elf when I walked, but I still didn't like to appear as though I was eavesdropping or sneaking where I shouldn't be. When I stepped into the kitchen, I froze.

There in all his regal, perfectly-groomed glory was King Thranduil, sitting at our tiny wooden table.

What in the name of the Valar was the king doing in our kitchen?

"Aran-nin," I greeted him, bowing slightly less steadily than I might have if I'd been awake for more than a few minutes. A low, velvety chuckle floated around the space.

"Come now, meleth, you know there is no need for such formality," Thranduil crooned giving me a charming, mischievous smile as I straightened again, but that statement alone nearly shattered my poor tired mind.

He'd said 'meleth,' but...that meant 'love.' He'd never called me that before. And I still didn't know why he was in our kitchen.

Glancing between my king and my father, I tried silently to piece together what the hell was going on here. Thranduil must have seen my lack of progress in my eyes, because he continued as if this was all completely normal.

"Come, break your fast. Your guardian has been kind enough to make tea and lay out some provisions for us," he said standing and pulling out the chair directly beside him.

Almost without thinking, I did as he asked, and my heart thudded rapidly in my chest when he seated me as if we were at some lavish feast instead of around our small, wooden table. He acknowledged my hastily-murmured gratitude, then resumed his own seat with his usual flourish. The three of us ate quietly for a few moments, staunchly ignoring the fact that the king was in our tiny kitchen eating with us as casually as if he had always done so.

It was...pleasant. Strange, obviously, but much more enjoyable than my usual solitary morning meal.

"So, meleth-nin, would you like to tell him the good news, or should I?" Thranduil asked, and I looked up at him. Slightly more cognizant than before, I recognized the glint in his eyes that usually accompanied a desire for me to play along with whatever he said next. I could do that.

"I'm quite certain that it would be much more eloquent coming from you," I demurred, and I very pointedly avoided looking across the table at my father's reaction to whatever bit of theater my king had orchestrated. Less than a heartbeat later, I found my free hand firmly in Thranduil's grasp as he looked at my father.

"The betrothal you arranged for your ward is hereby declared invalid by order of the king," he said, and the stunned expression on my father's face was worth every moment of confusion I'd experienced that morning. He took a moment to gather himself before clearing his throat and looking between us in askance.

"If it is not too presumptuous, sire, may I ask why you have done this? Her betrothal to–"

"That engagement was no more than a farce. We meant to announce it earlier, but with how busy I've been attending to my royal duties, I fear I have been remiss." The king cut him off, and the indignation in my father's eyes gave me a sick sort of pleasure. "You see, your ward is not available for the suitor you preferred, because she has already accepted my own marriage proposal."

Oh. So, that was what he had in mind. A faux betrothal. Somehow, that was both intensely flattering and a knife to my chest.

The announcement worked to perfection, though. My father looked as though he'd been punched soundly in the face.

"You...?" He blinked and made a second attempt at speech. "Why would a king want her?"

Thranduil's head tilted in a manner I recognized as indicative of the imminent rise of his temper.

"Why does a king desire anything? Tell me, why should a king not desire a worthy queen for his realm?" He asked, and my father caught up rather rapidly with the realization that he'd said the wrong thing. Thranduil looked back over at me as he lifted my hand to his lips. "Why should an Ellon not marry the one whom he loves?"

Ow. Those were the exact words I'd longed to hear from him for so many years, but to hear them now knowing that they were all an act...

"And why should I not wish to marry the Elf with whom I have grown so close over my many years of guard duty?" How far he intended to carry this fiction, I didn't know, but I could play along for now. I could hide the pain.

"I...Congratulations," my father stammered hesitantly, but he was no longer relevant. Not now.

"Thank you," the king said without taking his eyes off of me. "Meleth, I believe it is time for you to live in the palace. It will be your home once we are married, and if you are prepared, I can take you back with me. My mount is outside."

"Of course, but I shall need a few moments to pack–"

"Nonsense. You needn't do such menial work. You are to be my queen. I have already arranged for your belongings to be brought to you this evening. For now, you need only bring yourself and a riding cloak," he insisted with a warm smile.

"Might it not be simpler, my king, if I were to save you the trouble of taking her with you? I could escort her to the palace myself this evening so that you needn't be burdened by sharing your mount," my father said, and the blush that sent my cheeks burning at the thought of the pair of us riding together atop his elk was automatic. No acting required.

I prayed that Thranduil was unaware of how drastically he affected me, even within my own imagination.

"Bringing my queen to the palace is my responsibility and privilege. And, if you shall forgive me for saying so aloud outside of the solitude of our marital chambers, meleth-nin, I view the opportunity to feel you in my arms with great anticipation," the king said turning my hand over gently and placing a slow, sensual kiss right over my racing pulse. My breath caught in my throat at the hunger in his eyes. His lips lingered a few beats longer than I expected, only pulling away when my father cleared his throat pointedly. "My apologies. In the presence of such beauty, I find that I am transported into the realm of fantasy."

Thranduil's words did not match his expression. He was an Ellon who found vast satisfaction in playing those around him like an orchestra. He wasn't sorry at all.

"As much as I adore seeing you like this, my darling king, I do hope you will be more discreet while holding court," I teased, but his smirk only grew.

"When my queen is so breathtaking? Never." If it wasn't for the disgustingly sexy wink he tossed me, I'd have thought he was laying his act on a bit thick. As it was, though, he seemed to be staying in character quite effortlessly. For my part, I was one shaky breath away from giggling like brainless idiot, or bursting out in tears because of the simple fact that this was all an act.

Ducking my head in what I hoped was a passable semblance of bashfulness, I tried to steady my breathing.

"I...trust that you still plan to give up your position in the guard?" My eyes flicked up and met my father's. There was something in his expression - disbelief, confusion, suspicion - that I couldn't quite place.

His obvious lack of trust after all these years angered me.

With the sweetest smile that I could muster, I tilted my head curiously.

"Not at all. A queen must be willing to fight for - and alongside - her people if she expects them to fight for her in return. Loyalty must be earned; it is not a gift to which one is entitled." Thranduil gave my fingers a gentle, supportive squeeze. "Surely, after your many years as a warrior, you of all people understand how crucial it is to inspire loyalty in those whom you command?"

He couldn't protest. When Thranduil said nothing, giving him neither a change of subject or an opportunity to dodge the question, my father stammered about his question being a foolish one and about the change in suitors being so sudden.

Almost as soon as we stepped outside, the king's elk snuffled happily. He walked over to us, but to my surprise, instead of vying for Thranduil's attention, he made a beeline for me. Without thought, I patted his muzzle and ran my fingers down his neck. Snuffling lower, as if he knew I usually kept his apples in my pockets, he looked at me expectantly.

"Oh, I'm sorry, mellon, I don't hav–" I was silenced by a large, gentle hand landing on my shoulder.

In my king's grasp was a bright, ripe, red apple. The same kind I usually smuggled out of the larder as a treat for my furry friend. He'd already sliced it in half - when had he even found the time?

"Thank you, but how did you...?"

"Nothing happens in my realm but I know of it," he whispered, the warmth of his breath ghosting over my scalp.

Choosing to temporarily ignore the implications of his statement, I accepted the apple and fed it to his elk. After a moment, Thranduil moved nearly soundlessly back toward my father.

"Ah, before I forget, this is for your ward's former suitor," he said pulling an envelope with the royal seal from his pocket. "Please convey to him that if the contents raise more questions than answers, he is most welcome to see the palace healers about his obviously failing memory."

With his cloak swishing behind him, Thranduil swept back over to me and helped me onto his mount's back. Once he was seated behind me with an arm wrapped firmly around my middle, it all sank in.

This might be an act for my father, but this was happening. I was really riding toward the palace with my king's chest pressing against my back. The guards who manned the gate would see us. Any who encountered us would bear witness to the king's act. How far did he mean to take this?

Surely, he wouldn't actually marry me just to get me away from one unsuitable Ellon? And when he did eventually end this ruse, what then? Would I be forced to go home with my tail tucked between my legs?

When we were around the halfway point in our journey - far enough from both my home and the palace that I was certain we wouldn't be observed - I asked if we could stop for a moment. Despite his confusion, Thranduil gave the command, and his elk trotted to a graceful stop. Without waiting for assistance, I slid off the saddle and landed rather hard on my feet.

Ignoring the new ache in my ankles and the ache that the loss of Thranduil's steadying grip left in my chest, I took a few steps and tried to slow my breathing. The sound of my traveling companion landing infinitely more gently than I had met my ears along with a concerned call of my name, but I just shook my head.

"Are you hurt, meleth?" He asked, and I swallowed heavily.

"No, but...my king–"

"You are perfectly allowed to call me by my name. After all, we are betrothed. It would not do for our subjects to see us behaving as if no love exists between us," he said as he patted his elk's neck, and a pang of hurt wound through my heart. Thranduil was saying all the right words, but it was an act. There were no longer any witnesses. There was no longer anyone to watch as my heart broke.

"Why are you doing this?" At the pain in my voice, confusion and concern washed over his features.

"Whatever do you mean?" The Elvenking asked stepping away from his elk's side. His cloak billowed around him, and it was all I could do not to drop to my knees at the sheer majesty of the figure he presented. All it did, though, was reinforce what I already knew: Thranduil was not for me.

"Please, do not misunderstand, I am grateful that you have saved me from such an unfortunate match. However, you needn't spare my feelings by pretending to love me. There is no need to waste your precious time playacting, mellon-nin."

"'Pretending'?" The word escaped him as a harsh, dangerous whisper. Oh dear. I'd seen the king's rage before, but never had his icy fury been turned upon me. Despite the outrage in his tone, his next words were at the same hushed volume as before. "'Playacting'? What do you take me for?"

I could see why Prince Legolas had insisted that raised voices were preferable to the fear that his father's cool, piercing anger inspired. I wasn't afraid, but I was acutely aware of the severity of his emotions. I wasn't intentionally trying to anger him, but I needed him to know how close he'd come to breaking me beyond repair. Before I could answer, he advanced another step and continued.

"And, pray tell, what am I, in your estimation? Cruel? Unforgiving? Demanding? Judgmental?" His eyes flashed with something akin to pain. "Perhaps your censure is not based upon personality, but upon appearance."

The glamour he kept constantly in place over his scar melted away.

"Is this the source of your misgivings? Am I too ugly for you to accept, even as a king?"

"You know that's not true," I snapped, with an edge of warning in my voice, recalling the first time I'd seen him without the glamour.

A few months after my appointment to the king's guard, I was given a jar of pain-dulling ointment by one of the healers to pass on to the king. I'd delivered it, of course, but when I'd been hesitant to leave him, going so far as to ask if he was injured, he'd locked the door and showed me what the fire drakes of the north had done to him. Thranduil admitted later that he'd intended to frighten me that night, but all I'd done was ask if he needed help applying the medicine. Once he realized I thought no less of him for his injury, he'd let me.

Yet he had the gall to stand before me and accuse me of being shallow? Had he learned nothing about me over the years?

"Then answer the question," Thranduil bit out quietly. "What exactly do you take me for?"

"A king," I breathed looking up into his eyes. Confusion mingled with his anger. "Peasants may fall in love with royalty, but they are not offered the luxury of marrying them. Kings do not give lowly guards a second thought, even if they afford them the title of 'friend,' so I will ask you again, sire: Why are you doing this? Why are you acting as though hope abounds for my doomed heart where none has ever existed?"

His brow smoothed, his lips parted a fraction, and his glamour slipped silently back into place as he processed what I'd said. Oh, Valar, what I'd said! I'd confessed to loving the king!

Comprehension melted his anger away into nothingness. Instead, he moved within a single step of me, lifting one of his large, graceful hands to caress my cheek.

"You truly do not know?" I couldn't even bring myself to answer as I leaned into Thranduil's touch. This might be the last chance to do so after what I'd just admitted. He'd dismissed guards in the past for much less severe transgressions. "When we spoke last night, you told me that you desired to be loved - not by the whole of the Woodland Realm as I believe you deserve, but by one person. The Ellon your father chose for you certainly could not do that when remembering something as small as your favorite flower caused him such strain."

Low and gentle, his voice trickled over my ears as smoothly as honey. He...He didn't sound angry, anymore. Why wasn't he enraged that someone like me had dared to cross the more-than-generous boundary of friendship that he'd allowed me?

"My king–"

"Thandruil," he corrected, but there was no real bite to his words despite having to repeat himself again. He never repeated himself, yet this morning alone he'd done so twice. "You adore the blue wildflowers that grow along our western borders, but if you smell them for too long, they make you sneeze. During the summer, you set them on the sill in your room and keep the window open so that you might enjoy them without discomfort."

I blinked in surprise. I could vaguely remember a conversation years ago where I'd mentioned the flowers, but it was such a trivial thing that I was quite certain it would've been forgotten by morning. After all, what I did with flowers had no bearing on the fate of the kingdom.

"You prefer your tea sweet but not overly so. When you believe it might rain, you take the precaution of braiding your hair so that the humidity will not render it impossible to untangle when you return home."

The Elvenking began slowly, allowing each small fact that he'd observed about me to sink in along with the realization that he'd favored me with his attention frequently enough to accrue them.

"Your confidence with daggers is low, but with a bow, you are as bold and graceful as any skilled Elleth warrior. When I express my anger at some wretched fool in my court, you often struggle to suppress your laughter at how close they come to wetting themselves in the throne room - do not deny it. Your body gives you away each and every time."

Had he truly seen so much of me during my service to him?

"When your temper is tested, there is a small line that appears just here," he touched a spot between my brows, "that brings me great consternation. On the one hand, I wish to give you my sword so that you may more easily remove the head of whomever has dared incur your wrath, but on the other, I wish to soothe your frustrations with my words, my lips, my body, whatever you will allow–"

"Thranduil–" His name fell from me as no more than a whisper. The leaves on the trees surrounding the path rustled in the breeze, but the Elvenking could not be stopped.

"Your free time is often spent reading. Once a week before you return home, you sneak out to the stables and feed my elk an extra apple, because you find him sweet-tempered. When you laugh, your eyes sparkle brighter than any star ever could, and you steal the breath from my chest each time you look at me."

My vision blurred, and only when my king's thumbs brushed tears from my cheeks did I realize that I was crying. I'd loved him for so long that this felt as surreal as a dream.

"You said that you wish to be loved, meleth-nin. To answer your question, I am doing this because I can give you exactly what you desire. I could love you with my eyes closed, because I have done so with them open since the day you were assigned to my guard."

Thranduil leaned closer, freezing but a hair's breadth from my lips.

"If you do not feel the same, we can remain friends, but if there is the slightest chance that you could find happiness by my side, then marry me. Be my queen. I am yours." His whispered promise was filled with so much tenderness and hope that my restraint snapped, and I closed the distance between our mouths.

My fingers gripped his robes in an attempt to ground myself, but this heady feeling of being wanted - being loved - robbed me of all coherent thought. There was only the feeling of gentle hands drawing me close by my waist and the nape of my neck. Only soft lips kissing me with the skill of thousands of years' worth of experience. Only a king claiming his queen's heart.

There was only love.

~*~

mellon-nin = my friend

aran-nin = my king

meleth-nin = my love

#elronds-meleth-nin fic #Thranduil x Reader

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ichokedonmyoreo · 4 months

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Leash (Kuvira x reader)

Heyy this my first time posting a fic over here but I've found such a big community that I wanted to join in. This is a very quite interesting thing about Kuvira... God she's just SO hot.

K I'll probably write smthn about Abby but I take y time writing I'm so sorry 😭😭 (I haven't quite gotten a good glance at this one so if you spot any mistakes pls let me know) lyy hope you like it!

Mdni (+18)

Your upper limbs are being held tight above your head. Bone freezing metal is restraining your wrists against the wall, stretching your arms and back entirely. Your bare back erect on the marble wall, with your legs intertwined, one on the floor, the other above it, close to your chest while sitting on the ground.

She was merciful enough to just cuff your ankles and not restraint them entirely.

Your sight is being blinded by a soft fabric. The sound of firm boots approaching you made your heart beat faster, your skin arouse and your nipples respond at your exposure, completely naked for the general.

You could hear a second set of footsteps crashing against the wooden ground accompanied by a masculine voice, hidden only by a black folding screen. 'Pretty decoration for my office, just like you,' she used to say.

You couldn't help but hear the business talk. Kuvira not lowering her guard answering word by word what you had adviced her to, tho for a very different purpose than what she had told you. Her coldness sometimes amazed you; how could someone care so much yet be cruel with the consequences if proven against her.

You were feeling bored, even wanting to be amused. Being tied up like this for twenty minutes made someone want to entertain themselves. So, knowing damn well you'd be punished either way, you decide to rub yourself against your heel. Glorious feeling as your demanding core got it's friction.

You knew how much she loved to see you like this; for you to picture her while pleasuring yourself. How she loved seeing you struggle yet sending the discomfort away just for that friction, pathetically squirming.

The room was quiet enough for your panting breath to echo across the office. If the other person closing business with Kuvira hadn't heard before, he definitely heard the gasp that escaped your lips as you had hit the exact spot you were looking for. It's not like you had made it loudly... You just made it, non-intentionally loud enough for the echo of it to be noticed. You stopped abruptly, returning to your original position causing the chains to crash lightly.

Oh, you were fucked.

After a brief moment where you could hear fabric rub against itself. More specifically, a suit; you could hear an aggressive thud, probably a documentation stack to bring back the attention to her.

After useless chatting from the negotiator, the deal went off leaving Kuvira quite successful. As soon as the doors closed, you could hear her bend the metal off her uniform.

"You can't help but be a nosy pet, can you?"

"I'm glad it worked out," you chuckle barely able to do so because of how stretched your back was being held.

However, the laugh doesn't seem to rub on the general. One could say you could even hear her scoff at the words.

"Oh it seems like we heard two different conversations. Your little act almost cost us our place at Ba Sing Se. No. It could've cost me my title. My empire." Her footsteps approach near you and your heart beat faster. It was true; you had messed up.

Even if she enjoyed it, the fact that the guy had spot the existence of something odd happening in the room, even if he said nothing about it, even when he didn't have seen you, it was a fuck up.

"Do you understand how fucking stupid it was?" Her tone rose, a hint of anger on her tone.

"I do. I'm sorry, general."

"Good. Because you sure are going to wish you hadn't soon enough."

She takes the blindfold off your eyes, covering your face from direct light as they got adapted to the lighting. Once your gaze met hers, you could see her usual expression, an angry, a dominant gaze.

You heart was about to burst, nervous as you thought of what she could possibly do to you. Neither of you moved for five seconds.

When she decided to return to her proud stance, you relaxed. It only lasted a second before the metal holding your wrists pulled you up making you stand completely on your feet. A loud groan of pain filled the room as your sore muscles had been stretched even further.

"Oh, no. Whimpering won't get you out of this. No. -she took your face with her right hand, holding it tight for you to look at her- You should've thought about that before fucking yourself infront of strangers like the slut you are." The words were spat on your face, her nose touching your bridge while doing so, throwing your head back as she finished talking.

"You're too sore? -She tucked a hair string falling on your face behind your ear, tenderly- does it hurt being like this?" You nodded.

She gave a step back and looked at you almost with sympathy.

"Well... Maybe this will help"

Without moving any limb, you immediately felt how the metal around your wrists pulled you to the ground completely vowing on your knees before her.

"Mm... good girl. This is better isn't it?" She squatted, taking your chin to look at her.

"You understand now? Where you belong?" She said with a sadistic tone while moving your lose head for it to nod.

"Good pet" your face fell as she abandoned the grip, standing straight once more.

"Say you're sorry." You looked up at her gaze: imponent, tall, terrifying.

"I'm sorry, general" A pout matches your expression.

"Oh, for fuck's sake! -She pulled your hair- That's an apology? Think. -She lets go of her grip and sends you to the ground once more- Now say it like you mean it." She waited with a grin and crossed arms as she stopped bending the plates on your wrists.

"General, I am truly ashamed. I acted wrong. I should've never been as naughty as I was. I didn't respect your authority and I misbehaved. Please forgive me, daddy, please." You beg on your knees at the verge of tears holding your hands together as a prayer.

With a wicked smile, she takes your chin. "That wasn't hard, was it?" she says while petting your nose.

Your eyes, still watery, greet hers, dark with lust.

"You do understand I must punish you. How am I supposed to know you won't do it again if you get out of here unharmed?"

You nod accepting the verdict hoping it'll help you soften your way out. You sit on your knees and watch as she sits down on her desk turning towards you.

"Come here. We don't have all day," the tone on her voice darkens, eagered for the punishment.

"Lie on my lap, ass free. If I catch you trying to get off of me, the punishment will become much much worse. Got it?" She explains as you place yourself ready for spanks.

Once settled, she begins to caress every inch of skin on your spine, softly, waking your skin at its pace. She then moved to your ass cheeks, toying with them as well, wrapping them gently to let them fall.

"Look at this precious little ass of yours. So tender, so pale... I think it's missing some color, don't you think?" She takes your hair, gently holding it so it won't disturb your sight. She savours every word anticipating the pleasure it'll grant her.

Even so, you cannot see what she's doing. You can only hear her metal bend. Her stillness makes you anxious. You know something's going to happen. You don't know when, how, nor with what object, size or shape.

As your head wonders, a flat, thin metal paddle slaps against your ass making you bounce on Kuvira's lap and a groan to abandon your lips.

The second it does, the general sends a metal plate to cover your mouth, hardly crashing on your face.

"No, no. Your lesson is to remain quiet. Good girls do not whimper, groan, moan or gasp when daddy's speaking. Understood?" Another hard spank hits you. A muffled groan echoing in the room.

"Look at these beautiful cheeks. Already red at their second spank. - She hits you again, this time harder causing you to grunt with tears already leaving your eyes. - They're about to bleed -She kisses your lower back- All you got to say for these to stop, is to make no sound.

She gently massages your cheeks, giving them air to recover. You had just started to feel better when another spank hit you. You tried so hard to hold back a whimper but you were already sobbing by this point.

"Sh, sh, I'm sorry, baby, but this is the only way. -She sets the paddle on your ass cheeks, this time for the coldness of it to help with the pain- I know you can do it, okay, baby? You can do this," She kisses your head as the last spank hited you. It twisted your heart and burnt your skin. Your muscles tense as the pain ran through your body; pleasure soon replacing the burn. You take deep heavy breaths and manage to keep quiet with a burning chest.

Kuvira gently helps you get off the position and sits you on her lap allowing a tight embrace. "That's it. You did such a good job. You're such a good girl. Such a good girl," she tucked your hair away and gently kissed your tears away before kissing your lips softly, an apologize speaking throughout them. The right embrace helping you settle down with a warm touch.

"Good, good, girl -She kissed you deeply this time.- You deserve a prize for being such an obedient little toy, don't you?" Her kisses begin to trail down your neck, your skin ached in pleasure as she did.

"I'll start by letting you be as loud as you need to, how does that sound baby?" She purposefully licks before sucking on your neck causing you to moan and her to devilishly smirk.

"I love to hear you, don't you forget that." She kisses this time hungrily, with passion. She licks your lips for entrance, becoming even more lustful as she breaks it, biting your lower lip.

"What do you want your price to be? Hm?" She asks caressing your cheek.

You come close to her kissing your way to her jaw, lowering and licking your way to her cleavage. Beautiful grunts abandoning her breath. Your head moves upwards to whisper, brushing your lips against her earlobe while doing so, making sure you showed how bad wanted it.

"I want you to fuck me good, daddy."

That phrase was enough to change the mood again. Your heart beats faster as the general takes off her uniform, still on her lap with your legs around her waist.

She begins undoing the neck, then following the buttons. You knew she liked to pull a show, looking straight into your eyes as she was getting ready for what would follow. You let go of the embrace, looking pleased at the performance as you grind against her thigh. Slowly. Following the pace of her fingers exposing her chest and abdomen for you.

She leaned her arms backwards, the fabric slipping from her shoulders to the wooden desk.

She looks at you, inviting with her gaze to get closer. You balance your weight forward once more, your foreheads leaning against each other, feeling your breaths crash in warmth. Her hand traveled from your bare lower back to right between your shoulder blades.

"You'll have to get off me to get this done, love" she says with a soft chuckle as her thumb caresses your skin.

You chuckled in response, taking your legs to work again, standing right infront of Kuvira.

The sight merely astonishing in the scarce light.

With a smirk, you took her knees setting them apart opening up a gap for you to slide in. Once your hips are right infront of hers, you take her legs around your hip and approach her, sliding your hand from her jawline till you cupped her head, reaching for a heated kiss.

Your free hand trailed from her waist to her covered breasts, teasing, waking the skin underneath your touch. Sighs and whimpers slipping from your lips. Her touch woke even more hunger in you as she grabbed your ass cheeks, pressing your hips together.

The tease became too overwhelming to bare, making you unclasp her bra, setting it aside. As soon as the fabric hit the laminated floor, your hands were already taking her breasts, holding them, feeling them fill every inch of your palms; how her nipples hardened at the contact making you so much more needed to please her. Your thumb begins to brush the bud as your lips keep smoothing around hers with saliva strings already filling your chin with drool; cleaned and messed out again and again by Kuvira's mouth.

Almost simultaneously, her lips trailed down your neck, right below your jawline, right where she knew you loved her at. Only able to whimper and melt at her touch as your breasts and hips grinded together, sometimes bumping with your working hands. Your neck completely forgotten as you slowly let your head hang loosely backwards granting more working areas to the general's mouth.

As heavy sighs filled the room, you can feel Kuvira's nose sliding on your neck following your pulse line before nibbling your neck, sucking carelessly, claiming what is hers.

"Ah~ God, Vira..."

Your core wet and lips anxious as you allow her more play time before slowly pulling away with an apologetic yet teasing smirk as you dropped to your knees, sliding your fingers on her trousers waistband. Once fully kneeled, you undid her belt. Kuvira knew how much you enjoyed the excitement, the noise, the implication of doing so yourself as it unbuckled. The general herself, bending it away as soon as your fingers let go of the buckle with an impassive gaze; one so many have feared yet one that made your heart skip a bit and your legs waver.

She unzipped them herself, your hands already on place to pull them down, taking her underwear as well, a bit desperate yourself as you made sure they came completely off before beginning to worship her legs, caressing her calves before placing them over your shoulders. Wet kisses decorating your way to her center as your hands slide to her hips.

Taking your time, sucking on the denser skin as you got closer and closer. Once you were so close, your breath send shivers to the general as she stroked your head, sliding her fingers combing your hair while doing so.

With a smirk, you began to kiss the hot skin around the pubic area, teasing for as long as you could, giving up under a minute as your lips kissed over hers to make your way to her core. Regardless, you look up, asking for permission before starting.

The moment her gaze matched yours, with a broad lick, you savour her slit coating your tongue with her slick as you do so.

You feast on her, drunk on the feeling as your tongue ravishes on her as much as it can, enjoying pacing around, sliding and teasing her entrance accompanied by beautiful sighs turn into held back moans.

You sat right beside her and leaning your head on her shoulder. In two seconds, her hand was holding you in place, tenderly as her breathing went back to normal.

"It was great," she said with an airy breath.

You stay like that for a while, holding each other. Not quite saying something but feeling everything. She carefully took her hand from your head and you sat straight as she stood up.

"You were such a good girl" she comes closer raising your chin.

"But I think we need to reinforce what we learned today," she walks toward the drawers, pulling out a dildo-less strap-on. She put it on as a daily ritual, easy, instinctively.

"On your knees."

Immediately, your knees hit the ground. The only thing you cared about was her.

"So pretty for me." She fixed your hair, caressing your cheek while doing so.

Quietly, the dildo was assembled from metal, standing attached to her, ready for you. As soon as you see it, you know what to do.

You tease the tip kissing it softly, sucking a bit while your eyes are set right in hers. You put on a show. Your tongue sliding and letting it flop out of your muscle.

"That's right, suck on daddy's cock."

You began to take it with your whole mouth, just the half, hitting your gag reflex. Brows knit together, you look at Kuvira.

"Shh shh. No noise." She caresses your cheek, encouraging for you to take the dildo deeper. Slowly, making sure you could breathe, you take it all the way in until your lips meet her skin.

Her hands switch position, holding you in place by pushing your head closer. You made your best to keep your throat open.

"You can't quite speak with daddy's cock on your mouth can you?"

You shake your head.

"You'll teach me how you can use that pretty mouth of yours for something helpful." She pushes the dildo even deeper in your throat before pushing your head away.

A deep scream for air filled your system with oxygen again. Drooling all the way to your belly. You look up searching for the general's look. You feel dirty. You feel ashamed. You feel treasured, you feel seen.

She gives you a smirk and you bite your lip, resuming your position, begining to suck not as deep but rather quicker. Hollow sounds filling the room with ocasional gags here and there.

"Such a beautiful slut for me." She pushes you deeper on the dildo causing you to loudly gag.

A final deep-throat suck, licking the last bit with drool falling to the ground. She takes your face on a tight grip with her right hand causing all of it to slide down your neck and chest, coating you on a shinny glace.

"Look at you. My pathetic little whore," She chuckles tracing your lips with her thumb. You immediately suck on it and she laughs.

A pure sadistic laugh. You loved watching her on your knees. So beautiful standing in glory.

"Whatever I'll do to you..." she looks directly at your eyes before letting go of you. "Turn around."

With you back facing Kuvira, you could just listen to her kneeling. Her hand ran its way from your lower back all the way to your shoulder. She leaned closer, her breath warm on your nape waking your skin as she kissed all the way to you shoulder and right under your jaw.

"I want you so fucking bad." Her arms wrapped around you nearly suffocating you before completely abandoning you by throwing your weight to the ground. Fast enough, you placed your hands before you.

"You want me to fill you up, baby?" She slapped your cheeks making them ache and your cunt to clench.

"Please, daddy," you pressed your chest to the ground and turned your head sideways, raising your ass even more for her to fuck.

Kuvira teased your entrance with the tip, still wet with your spit. Her hands squeezed your cheeks before running their way on your back.

"Arms up."

You raised your arms so the general could hold them in place. The discomfort was mild but, oh did you enjoyed it.

"Such a good girl..." Her free hand guided the dildo to your entrance, easily slipping in. Slowly but steady, Kuvira pressed each time deeper and deeper until you had taken it all in. Between gasps, your walls adjusted to the toy.

Kuvira smirked as she felt you had loosen up, moving her hand right on your hips. Her thumbs perfectly placed on your venus dimples, "perfectly made for me to fuck you."

#lesbian #kuvira #roleplay #kuvira x reader

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writtingforfun · 4 months

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Prey or Prayer?

Chapter 1

None so dutiful.

Those are the words of House Hastwyck. And they are words they live by.

Like a Stark keeps his word, like a Velaryon sails the ocean, a Hastwyck is bound by duty and honor.

Lady Marisa Hastwyck was the perfect picture of the Maiden; devout, chaste and kind. Her entire life she had been prepared for marriage - her mother had made sure of that. Lady Lydia Hightower was unpleasant and highly strict about her children's upbringing, perhaps not in the best way. It was the sort of ambition that ran through Hightower blood, irrational and indifferent to anyone else’s feelings.

When Marisa was just ten, she was already made to spend two hours of the day praying to the Seven, by the time she turned twelve, she knew how to sew and embroider, by thirteen she was ready to be sold away as soon as someone wanted her.

Which is why she had been sent to the Red Keep to study under the septas of the capital. Four moons had passed since she arrived there with her father and was presented to the King. But her father had only stayed for three weeks, and she was soon left alone with only her long time handmaid, Helia.

Marisa was very intelligent, despite her mother’s disregard towards intellectual knowledge. She and her brother had always shared a passion for books and history, something that she thought would be rather important to maintain a conversation. Turns out her mother knew that the people of court were incredibly vain. The one time she brought up history, she received so many looks like she had lost her mind.

Life at court wasn’t for her, and Marisa was certain of it. But how could she disappoint her parents and beg them to leave after all the weight they put on her shoulders? Her brother had been married just the year before, at sixteen, because he was found in bed with a middle class lady. The wedding had been rushed and no one even mentioned it. Now, their honor laid fully on her, since her little sister was only ten.

Everyday, as part of her routine, she spent the nights in the library. She could slip in, unnoticed by anyone, and read as much as she wanted. And the library in the Red Keep was without a doubt the most beautiful one. History, stories, languages… Anything anyone could ever want.

This night was not any different. She picked up her book, one of the History of House Targaryen, and walked towards her usual table, somewhat secluded from the rest of the library, a book in one hand and a candle in the other.

As she made her way to the table, she was startled by the light in her seat. She was always so distracted and so sure no one would be there - after all, no one had sat there in over three moons. It was still very dark, despite the light each of them had, but she could see the outline of his body. Their eyes met and her breath caught in her throat. It was Daemon Targaryen.

“Your Grace,” Marisa quickly said, bowing at him.

He simply looked her up and down.

“My apologies, I did not know you’d be here”

His gaze fell on the book she had in her hand, “Interested in history?”

She looked down at the book and then at him, blinking rapidly, “Yes, I-” she stammered a bit and then took a breath. It was only Daemon Targaryen. “I simply believe that everyone should know the history of our kings”

Daemon chuckled at that. Someone who was not insipid, he thought. “Should you not me in your chambers, Lady…?”

“Marisa. Lady Marisa Hastwyck. I came only to fetch a book. I enjoy the library during the night, it is very quiet.”

“Uhm,” he hummed, his eyes returning to the book.

At the awkwards interaction, Marisa whispered “your grace” and excused herself, taking the book with her to her chambers. A shill ran up her spine as she remembered the indifference she saw in the Prince’s eyes. But then pity took its place. Marisa knew his reputation, but he had lost his wife and been left with two young girls. She couldn’t imagine the pain of losing someone she loved and vowed to be with for the rest of her life.

That was the very first interaction she had with the Prince, but certainly not the last.

***

The King held a five day feast for his older daughter, the heir to the throne, to celebrate her name day. The only good thing about this was that her parents were to attend.

“Quickly Helia, my parents must be arriving!”, she urged her handmaid to help her with her hair.

“Calm yourself,”

“I am calm. I just,” tears formed in her eyes, “I just miss them so much. Perhaps they’ll allow me to return home!”

Her bright smile of hope and high dreams of fantasy was only that - a fantasy. Helia looked at her with pity, for she knew that the girl’s fate - the same girl she helped raise - was to be nothing more than a broodmare. And it made her bones freeze.

Marisa stood waiting for her family with a bright smile, and as soon as saw her family’s sigil she could barely hold herself in place. How she missed seeing her brother and sister! It was as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Until her mother’s rigid face looked at hers, the weight suddenly fell back on top of her. In all these moons, her mother had only written to her to ask if she had caught the eye of any men. Despite the sadness that was now filling her, Marisa decided to put it aside and hug her brother and father. All the words of kindness and happiness that parents should hold for their children were lost in her mother’s stone cold heart.

“Stand up straight!” Lady Lydia spat at her daughter who quickly lost the small smile she held.

“Ignore her,” her brother whispered in her ear, “she has been nasty since-” he laughed “since ever”

Marisa giggled at that, holding her brother’s arm. “How come your wife didn’t join you?”

“Mother didn’t think she should”

“Isn’t it more disgraceful for you to come to the capital without your wife than to show she is a commoner?”

“It should be, but I was happy she wouldn’t be subjected to hours in a carriage with mother”

Loud horns sounded and Marisa jumped frightened, holding her brother tighter. The King and Queen approached the family. They all quickly bowed to them.

“Murrel! Welcome to my court!” the King greeted his old friend.

“Your Grace, what a pleasure to return.” he turned to the Queen “My Queen, a pleasure to see you again”

“Welcome back Lord Murrel, and your family”

“Come, let us talk while your daughter talks with her mother and brother.”

As they leave, she notices the queen’s sad gaze on her. A small smile graces her lips as she walks towards them. “Lady Lydia, welcome to court. It has been a while.”

“Your grace,” she bows again, “thank you for the invitation.”

“Of course. You are friends of the crown, therefore, always welcome. Lady Marisa is a delight to have in court”

“Thank you, your grace.”

The rest of the morning was spent with her mother continuously asking questions and giving her a hard time. Even poor Helia had to listen as her Lady scolded her for not encouraging Marisa to be in court more often than hiding in her chambers or with septas. “I wonder where your father is,” she kept repeating. As Marisa looked at her family, she realized how alone she had been back home, and how alone she was now.

Upon her father’s return, he and her mother locked themselves in their chambers, leaving their two older children outside to wander as they pleased.

“Show me everything,” Tommen pleaded as they roamed the Keep. They started in the library, moved to the Tapestries and the Godswood, to lastly stand looking at the training grounds - Tommen’s favorite place.

“What do you think? Is it everything you expected?”

His eyes shined looking at the swords and armors, “more. So much more that I won’t even allow myself to wonder what mother and father are talking about”

“I would like to know,” she pouted, unsure of what it could be.

His smile vanished and he kept his eyes low, “Mar…”

“I would!” She repeats, “I have behaved well.”

“Of course you have, you always do. But mother sent you here with one goal in mind.”

“To find a husband for me.”

He nodded, and upon seeing how sad she was, he took her hand and told her to watch as they trained. Tommem explained every move as if she had interesse, as long as she forgot her fate. She hated violence, but her brother’s effort put a smile on her face.

Men cheering made them both look down to see someone walk in.

“Who is that?” Tommen asked.

The man looked up and then took his sword.

“That’s Prince Daemon Targaryen”

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My Fierce Lady - Part 2

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Female!Reader Word Count: 1.7k Summary: After the events of your attack, you felt helpless. You asked Aemond to teach you to fight so you can gain some control back into your life and finally feel brave. Part 2 of My Fierce Lady. Warnings: traumatized reader, mentions of previous attack, use of a sword, slight angst, fluff, soft Aemond

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Agony. You were in agony. Everything had been so different since you were attacked and forced to take a man’s life. Anyone would change if it had happened to them, you believed. Aemond reminded you daily that you are strong and brave, that you and your children were still alive and breathing, and that the man was in the ground where he belonged because of you. Yet you still lived in fear every day, terrified that someone would strike again, but you wouldn’t be so lucky.

That’s not to say that your husband and his family didn't try to make you feel safe. Your personal guards had been doubled. You were seldom left alone. You wouldn't step into your chambers, so they allowed you to move rooms. They exhausted resources to find whoever plotted to attack the Targaryen household. However, their attempts were futile. They never found who did it, and no matter what they did, you never truly felt safe.

Nightmares often plagued you. Too many nights you dreamed of Maelehra being murdered. You soon followed, only to be woken screaming and crying in the arms of Aemond as he tried to calm you. Your stress and anxiety were so severe that the maester put you on bed rest until the birth of your son.

You thought things would be better after you brought your son, Rhaegar, into the world, basking in the joys of a newborn, a male heir for your husband. You were sorely mistaken. The maester chalked it up to melancholy as your body adjusted to a new state of motherhood. The royal family tried to keep it hidden. Everything was always kept in the family, never wanted to reveal their personal weaknesses to outsiders. But it was hard to ignore the whispers around the Red Keep with rumors of you going crazy and behaving worse than your sister-in-law, Helaena.

You spent a lot of time with Helaena in her chambers, doing needlework as your children played on the floor together with the nannies. Rhaegar was usually fast asleep in his cradle. You had a feeling your mother-in-law, the Queen, had something to do with your time spent behind closed doors, not that you minded too much. You dearly loved Helaena and preferred her company over the other ladies in court.

—

For once, you were having a good day. Your anxiety was at bay and manageable. The children were behaving excellently. You knew everyone was safe, and you finally settled in once you checked several times that there were two guards outside the door.

“That looks quite lovely, sister! You stitch our sigil far better than I could,” Helaena’s eyes were wide as she smiled brightly, complimenting your work. You were working on embroidering the Targaryen sigil on a new dress for Mae.

“That is very kind of you to say. Your spider looks exquisite,” you smiled back at her. You genuinely meant it. While you did not share the same affinity for insects, you were always enthusiastic about her interests and ready to learn.

“Thank you, it’s a zebra spider. We have these in our garden,” she replied, then returned to her work.

It was relatively quiet in the room, with an occasional sound coming from the children. All your focus was on the dress until your concentration was broken. The door opened without anyone knocking, and an unknown man stepped inside the room.

You immediately stood up, a scream slipped from your lips. It startled your son awake, and he started crying. Your heart was racing, and you felt as if you could be sick. No, you thought, this cannot be happening again. As quick as you stood, you backed into a corner. You sat down with your hands over your ears and eyes tightly squeezed shut.

Helaena shooed the man out of the room and told the nannies to remove the children. She slowly approached you, afraid to disturb you even more. You could see her mouth moving but heard no sound. The only thing you could hear was ringing. Tears welled up in your eyes. She turned to the guards and demanded they go get her brother at once.

Aemond made his way to his sister’s chambers in record time. “I am so sorry, Aemond. It was a new servant, he didn't knock first.”

“It’s fine, Helaena.” He looked at you, seeing you in a catatonic-like state. Your hands had not moved from their spot on your head, but your eyes were now wide open, blankly staring at the wall. It made him angry to see you as a shell of what you once were, no longer the carefree and lively woman he fell in love with. He turned to his sister, “May you give us some space please?”

Helaena left the room, and Aemond made his way to you. He crouched down, blocking your vision of the wall. Your eyes finally focused when you saw your husband in front of you and not another stranger coming to kill you. He reached up to take your hands off your face, noticing the scratch marks your nails left behind. With your hands in his, he gently kissed the back of both.

“I’m here now, love. I got you. You are safe. Nothing is going to hurt you,” he spoke in a soft, calming voice- one reserved for only you and your children. The words he spoke were familiar as he often said these like a mantra in the dark of your room after your nightmares. You threw yourself in his arms, catching him off guard as he almost fell. He steadied himself and pulled you in close, once more repeating those words.

When your heart was steady and mind clear, he pulled you up to the ground and led you to the comforts of your own chamber. As soon as the door was shut, you turned to him.

“I cannot do this any longer,” you said to him, voice cracking in desperation.

“Do what, my dear?” he questioned.

“Live in fear, no longer feeling safe in my own home. I wish to be free of this anguish! I want to feel as brave as you say I am. I want you to teach me how to fight,” you said to him. It was something you had thought about for some time but too afraid to address until now.

“I don’t know,” he said hesitantly.

You knew it was unbecoming of a lady such as yourself to fight, but you were at a complete loss at what to do. It wasn’t as if Aemond thought that of you though. He always believed you could do anything you wanted. He never tried to control you or put you in your place unlike the other men of the court. Fighting could be dangerous, and he just wanted to protect you.

“Please, Aemond. I need this. If you love me, you will grant me this wish,” you begged him, grabbing his hands and looking into his eye. You needed nothing more than to gain back some control of your life.

He nodded his head, “Then I will do just that, I promise you.”

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Aemond led you to an empty room in the castle. You were adorned in pants and a tunic, your hair in a single braid falling down your back. He was finally going to teach you how to fight with a sword.

When you made your way into the room, he shut the door behind you for privacy. You noticed a few weapons were already laid on a table. There was a dummy filled with sand in the middle of the room as well.

“Now, today we will learn the basics of defense, just a simple thrust and slice. Let’s go pick you a sword,” he walked over to the table. and you followed. You knew how heavy swords could be, having handled Aemond’s sword once to see what it was like and almost dropped it in the process.

He handed you several, having you do a few mock swings to see which one felt best in your hands. You picked a lighter sword, the blade a typical silver color with a black and red hilt. The pommel housed a blue jewel. How fitting, you thought when you noticed it was similar in color to the sapphire where your husband’s eye once was.

When you were satisfied with your choice, you made your way to the middle of the room where Aemond was waiting. With the sword placed tightly in your hand, he led you into the proper stance. He used his leg to move your feet where he wanted them. His back found its way flush against yours. One arm wrapped around your waist to straighten you out. The other helped you hold your sword to the correct height, pointing to where you needed to strike. Whiffs of your scent flooded his nose as he held you close. You were disappointed when he pulled away.

“Alright, keep that stance. This should be an easy one. Draw your arm back and simply thrust it forward,” he said, his hands placed firmly behind your back. He was intensely watching your every move, making you a bit nervous. You drew back the sword and plunged it into the chest of the dummy. When you removed the sword, sand spilled on the ground.

“Good, you have just defended yourself. Now put yourself back into the same position, and I’ll show you how to slice,” he explained the movements once more and let you do your thing.

You stood the way he told you, doing a spin to gain momentum before slicing either side of the dummy. Once more, sand flowed from the cuts. Aemond started clapping. You turned to smile at him, finally starting to feel a small amount of control for the first time since your attack.

“My, oh my. Who knew the Gods blessed me with a wife who is a natural in the art of the sword,” he smiled, looking proud.

You laughed, “ Well, I have watched you practice in the courtyard often, my dear husband. Maybe I can be as good as you one day.”

“I’ll make a fighter out of you in no time, my fierce lady.”

#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen imagine #aemond x reader #hotd imagine #house of the dragon x reader #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen angst #aemond targaryen fluff

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monikashinswife · 6 months

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Unexpected Visit (Monika Shin x Artist! Reader)

-The reader is an influential actress/dancer, due to her busy schedule. Their relationship is in jeopardize. How would they fix it?

"Oh babe please?" She said to me almost desperately, "it's been a while since we went out on a date." I sigh as I look at her. Knowing Monika, she usually doesn't do this. She's very independent. And her asking me to go on a date is a huge deal.

I bit my lip as I tried to fight back tears, knowing that I am probably lacking something for her to ask me that herself. I reach for her slowly, "I'm really sorry babe, but this is a huge project for me right now." I explained broken heartedly. I understood that it's been a while since we went out. And it's breaking my heart. As much as I want to take her on a date.

I can't because of my schedule. "Please?" She looked at me with those damn eyes. "Oh God." I groaned as I put my hands on her cheeks. She smiled playfully as she knew the effect that she has on me. I caress her cheeks lovingly.

"As much as I want to, Monika." I said softly, I can feel my heart breaking when I said my next words, "But I can't, babe..." my voice break while saying those words. I continued staring at her beautiful eyes. My heart breaking as I saw the emotion in them. I gave her forehead a lingering kiss.

I close my eyes as I feel her wrap her arms around my waist. I left my lips on her forehead as we cherished this. I tense up when my phone rang. I feel her arms tightening around me. I hugged her back. Giving her head a few kisses.

"I'm really sorry baby. I have to go." I told her. And as much as we both don't want to let go. We had no choice. I have to go film and she also needs to shoot something later.

"I love you okay?" I noticed how she went quiet, but before I could ask her. My phone rang again, I quickly gave her a kiss and gather my things. I hug her for a moment and I hurriedly went to the studio with a heavy heart.

I was greeted by my manager. Luckily the people I'm working with are the people that I knew. And our familiarity with each other resulted to the shoot going smoothly.

"Alright Break!" The head director shouted. I sigh in relief before going back to my trailer. Now feeling the weight of what happened with Monika earlier. I put the script on my vanity, I stare at my phone beside the script.

I bit my nails before looking at myself in the mirror. I gave myself a nod and I messaged Monika.

My hands shaking lightly as I messaged her. For some reason, her message bothered me. Knowing that something is definitely not fine between us.

I gulp as I read her message again. Thinking about her face earlier made me drop everything. I couldn't take it anymore.

I took my things and informed my manager that I am leaving. I quickly messaged the producer of the show that Monika's shooting at the moment.

I asked how many are in the show and bought them foods. I was aware of the show so it didn't surprise me when the producer said the number of participants.

They are filming Street Dance Girls Fighter. I bought Monika a bouquet of her favorite flowers. Still nervous because of what happened. I kept in touch with the producer, asking if I am allowed to enter the studio.

Luckily they allowed me. I toughened as I enter the set. I chatted with the producer for a moment before I was told that the foods that I ordered for them are here.

The producer told me that he would love for me to enter the shoot. And he knew why I came here. I thanked him.

He told the Kang Daniel to introduce a surprise visitor. And when the MC announced it with full energy. The stage door opened. Revealing me.

And the crowd made such a loud noise. Then Dj Som played a hiphop song that is one of my signature dance. And to make it interesting, I gave them a show.

High School girls are different type of fan. They were full of energy and I'm glad that I am able to gave them a worthy impromptu performance with the bouquet in hand as I dance to the rhythm.

The cheers continued after I was introduced. I smiled at the familiar faces of the dancers who are also our friends. They clap at the surprise.

And then I turn to look at the shocked Monika. She's adorable, her stoic facade long gone as genuine shock is written on her face. I smiled sweetly as I approached her.

"Hey..." I said softly. I gave her the flowers. And she looked at them confused. "I'm really sorry love." The people suddenly disappeared and it's just the two of us in this world. I kissed her forehead. "I'm sorry." I whispered, I really wanna make it up to her.

And everyone was surprised to see the strict and intimidating Monika all soft and lovely with you. They awed at the interaction.

After that, the mc continued to explain the next mission for the girls. And the producer told me to sit with PROWDMON in the meantime as the show continued.

The moments of me and Monika were closely watched by the cameras. The way we both would look at each other while talking. The way Monika would scoot closer to me.

Every time I would try to appeal for PROWDMON and Monika's cute reaction as she saw how I could be quite persuasive when I want to. The way I would ask Monika and her members from time to time if they are alright.

The way we would wrap one arm around each other's waist. And how the calm Monika sometimes put her chin on my shoulder as I excitedly watch the girls perform.

The camera captured every interaction we had. And they all felt the love we have for each other. The other crews are very much aware of what's been happening to us and they are just happy that we're alright. And also thanks to this unexpected visit, people saw the serious Monika's other side.

(Not proofread, I just finished this rn😭)

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Hiiiii could you do a rafe x reader fluff where topper texts reader saying “rafe likes you too, but you can’t tell him!” but rafe has your phone so he sees the messages and asks you if you like him and I’ll that cute stuff🤭 please and thank uou🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

pairing. rafe cameron x fem!thornton!reader requested? yes no

warnings. i think honestly nothing but alcohol, swearing, sibling banter, lmk if i missed anything!

summary. you've liked rafe for a little bit now and you never though in a million years that he would ever like you back. until your older brother decides he's had enough.

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"Topper, no." You put your hand on the bridge of your nose, disappointed and annoyed. Ever since you've told Topper that you liked Rafe, he's been nagging him about asking him out.

Topper rolled his eyes. "Then how else are you going tell him you like him?"

"I'm not telling him until I know for a fact he likes me back, I'm not embarrassing myself." You stated matter-of-factly, making Topper groan and lay back on the couch, his arms crossed.

"You're a pussy, that's why." Topper mumbled making you whip your head towards him, angry.

"Oh shut the hell up, it took you how many months again, before asking Sarah out?-"

"That's different, okay, she had a boyfriend and I'm not a homewrecker." Topper countered making you cross your arms and move your gaze to the TV.

Topper was very persistent on helping you get with Rafe. No matter how many times you've told him that you were just waiting on the right time to tell him, he'd pass it off as you being a coward. It was getting pretty exhausting, Topper's nagginess was really starting to annoy you.

You and Rafe were friends, that's all it was at the moment. He's never shown interest in you and it would be really awkward if you told him you liked him, then he rejected you. You would never be able to face him again.

Rafe and Topper were at the Club, getting lunch before Topper was supposed to go shopping with his mom for your birthday present. They were sitting at their usual table, ordering drinks. You were turning the big 1-8 this week and Rafe wanted to get you something special.

He'd usually get you some jewelry or a gift card but that didn't feel right. "What should I get her?"

Topper rolled his eyes, this was the fifth time he'd asked today. He took a drink of his cocktail before quickly answering: "I don't know, you should ask her."

"Dude." Rafe scoffed, "that wouldn't be special if I just asked her. It has to be a surprise."

"Why do you care so much?"

That question had caught Rafe off guard. Why did he care so much? He wasn't obligated to get you a present, especially a special one.

Topper knew instantly why he cared. A smirk rose from his lips as he sighed contently. "You like her."

"What? No, I don't." Rafe countered as he furrowed his eyebrows in thought. Did he? Topper stared blankly at Rafe. "I mean, she's nice. And cute. But she's your sister so that would be really weird. But I mean you are dating Sarah... Not that I would want to date Y/N, but-"

"You like her. You like Y/N."

Rafe was quiet for a second as Topper smirked, taking a sip of his drink happily. Did Rafe like Y/N?

She did make him feel all giddy and nervous at times, but he'd known her his entire life essentially. He remembers having a tiny crush on her in middle school and he wanted to her ask to Homecoming Sophomore year but those times were different. They were both basically adults now.

Rafe was just confused. He didn't know why Topper had to blurt that out right now but now Rafe couldn't even think straight.

He was pulled out of his thoughts once he heard Topper's phone ring. "I gotta go, my mom's here. Don't forget, you're hanging out at our house until I get back."

Oh shit. He forgot he said he was going to stay at the Thornton's until he came back from the mall. His face flushed as he looked at his phone, trying to play nonchalant. "Okay, uh. Tell me what you get her."

"I will." Topper had a big smirk on his face once he left Rafe alone with his thoughts. Did he like Y/N? Again?

You and Rafe were in the kitchen, making some lunch. At first, it had been awkward because of Rafe's discovery but it slowly faded because it was one-sided. Rafe had never felt uncomfortable in your presence, you always had a comforting aura.

You and Rafe were joking around and laughing, per usual. It wasn't an uncommon occurrence to see you two together, close and joking around. Even though he was technically Topper's best friend, that didn't stop you two from becoming closer.

As Rafe watched you laugh, he felt the familiar butterfly feeling invade his stomach. He hadn't felt that way about anyone in a while so it was a foreign feeling, he tried to push it down and just enjoy the time with you.

You put down the knife you were using to cut the tomatoes and sighed. "I'll be right back, I gotta go use the bathroom."

Rafe nodded. "Of course, I'll be here."

You smiled back at him as you hurried up the stairs to the bathroom. Rafe was finishing up his sandwich before he heard a phone ting loudly next to him. He turned around to see your phone and he read it subconsciously. His face went read as he processed it.

top 😎 Rafe likes you, too. It's confirmed now, don't tell him. What are you waiting for now?? 🤨😜

His jaw was practically on the floor. You like him? And Topper hadn't told him? He felt betrayed but suddenly he realized that you liked him. He felt a flash of emotions. Was this a good thing?

Rafe didn't have time to process this information because you finished up in the bathroom pretty quickly. You jogged down the stairs, a smile on your face. You froze once you realized Rafe was zoned out.

"Rafe, you okay?" You questioned as you walked back to your spot next to him, putting the lid back on the peanut butter jar. He quickly zoned back in as he heard your voice.

"Yeah! Yes, of course, I just got uh, bored." Rafe says swiftly, smiling at you as you looked back at him, a suspicious look taking over your face.

You furrowed your eyebrows. "You sure?"

"Uh, huh." Rafe put his stuff away as you watched him, trying to figure out if he was being honest or not. You decided it was best to just leave it be, Rafe was nothing if not stubborn.

You got your sandwiches and strolled back to your way on the couch, Rafe taking the seat next to you. Rafe took the remote and resumed the TV show you two were watching, an unsettling awkwardness between you two.

You were trying to figure what was wrong while Rafe was trying to figure out what to do about this situation. He'd dreamed of this day for years; the day Y/N liked him back. But of course Topper had to ruin it and tell him. It wasn't exactly his fault because he didn't know Rafe was going to read the text, but with Rafe's absurd luck, he did. And of course Topper's big mouth would go and text Y/N the moment he'd realized Rafe liked you back.

You remembered you needed to respond to your friend's text so you pulled out your phone, and there was Topper's message. Your face went white as you registered why Rafe was acting so weird; he probably had read the text by accident.

That was why Rafe was acting so weird. You wanted cry of embarrassment until you had registered exactly what the text said. Rafe likes you too. He liked you, too?

Rafe likes you back? You furrowed your eyebrows again, was Topper playing some kind of sick prank? You checked the date and no, it wasn't April 1st. Topper wasn't the type to play a prank, so why exactly was Rafe acting weird? If he did truly like you, then why is being weird and distant instead of happy? And then you realized it was Rafe - of course he was going to act weird and distant.

"Hey, Rafe?" You whispered and Rafe turned his attention on you instead of the screen in front of him. "Did you uh, read my text on accident?"

Rafe's eyes widened. "Uh, why?"

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. "Why do you think?"

Rafe turned his gaze away from you, bashfully.

"Was it.. Is the text true?"

It took him a couple seconds before responding with a nod. He could try and deny it but where would that take them? Nowhere. It was already out in the open, he might as well address it.

You felt yourself heat up at the confirmation. Rafe liked you - but now all you could hear was Topper's annoying voice comment on how much of a pussy you are. You kept looking at the boy and you wanted to say something but you were nervous.

Rafe looked up at you for the first time for what seemed like hours and as he looked into your wide gaze, he felt himself melt. He couldn't help but smile at your shocked expression but you felt your shock fade into admiration, a smile crawling on your lips, mirroring Rafe's.

Rafe was never good at expressing what he was feeling but he wanted to. He wanted to say something he just... couldn't. So he did the one thing he knew he was good at.

He slowly lifted his hand from his lap and moved it slowly to yours, clasping it in his. You happily accepted it as you both stared into each other's eyes, a mutual nervousness shared between the two.

"Y/N." Rafe let out, breathlessly. "I do like you, seriously. I have liked you for years."

"Years?" You almost laughed but held it in, Rafe rolling his eyes at your tone. "I've liked you for a couple months."

"Wow."

"Well -- I mean, I've always thought you were cute, so." You mumbled as Rafe's lips turned upward again. His ego definitely boosted at that compliment.

"Even with the side part?"

You laughed at the mention of the iconic side part. "Yes, Rafe, even the side part."

"I've always thought you were cute. But the bangs were a no-no for me, I had to question my type for a sec there-"

"Shut up I was like, 12."

You guys both laughed until it died down for a little. Rafe squeezed your hand and then you remembered you were still holding it. You looked down and Rafe swiftly moved his other hand to your face. You both bored into one another's eyes and it felt like time itself had stopped. As Rafe pulled in, you closed your eyes.

Before his lips could land on yours, you heard the front door open. You whipped your head to the door, watching Topper come in, carrying a bunch of bags, your mother following close behind.

"God, I texted you guys like 5 times, I needed help!"

"How much stuff did you guys get?" Rafe's eyes widened at the multiple bags the two were carrying. He got up from the couch and quickly helped your mother, carrying all the bags she was.

"Thank you, Rafe." She smiled as Topper glared at Rafe. "Can you boys go put the bags upstairs for me? They're all for Ms. Y/N's birthday."

Topper scoffed, "Can you guess who's mom's favorite?"

"I think Y/N's everyone's favorite but-"

"Shut up, Rafe."

Rafe smiled at you and you felt yourself heat up at the comment. They walked but the stairs as you sat at the couch, in awe of what just happened. Rafe held your hand and was about kiss you? Your birthday week couldn't have gone any better. That's the best present anyone could give.

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 5 months

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I (22F) was roommates with a friend (20F) and got in a huge fight with her over my boyfriend (26M) being in our shared room.

I've been friends with her since the beginning of uni before we were roommates and we shared a room in an apartment with two other friends (more mine than hers). We have different personalities, I tend to be direct and confrontational while she's usually more quiet and a bit of a pushover, but we got along because of similar family and financial situations and shared interests.

I also have a long distance boyfriend who I met while he studied abroad at my uni, and though we were only dating for less than half a year at the time, we were very serious (and still are) about our relationship and made plans for him to stay with me for a couple months close to winter break. I told my roommate about this and she gave a hesitant response that she wasn't comfortable with him sleeping in our room but I persisted and she told me okay.

Of course I compromised. My friend had disclosed some of her previous trauma with men with me before, so I tried to compromise by saying he won't be staying at the apartment overnight and won't be in the room when she's there. However, a month before he was scheduled to come she goes back and says she wasnt comfortable at ALL with him being in our room. She knew she was being unreasonable and apologized and told me she would think of another compromise before my boyfriend got here that we could both agree with.

I thought that was stupid but I was tired with other personal problems and school that I just agreed to listen to her compromises. She proposes something even more tedious saying that he couldn't be in the room past eight pm and that the closet door had to be shut if he was in the room, and I was tired of the whole thing so I agreed to that compromise.

I kept it for the first week. I forgot to close the closet door now and again but she didn't seem to mind or notice. She acted super uncomfortable around my boyfriend which bothered me a lot, and because of her eight pm rule I had a hard time spending time with him so i spent a lot of nights sleeping on the livingroom floor just so I could be by my boyfriend.

One night, my boyfriend and I took a nap on my own bed for once when my roommate was getting home late, and I didn't wake up in time when she came in around midnight. She saw us in the room and was shocked. I was honest with her and I told her I didn't agree with her "compromise" and it wasn't fair to me when I was paying rent on this room too. She started crying so my boyfriend and I left for the living room to spend another night out there AGAIN.

My roommate packed some things the next day and spent that night at a friend's dorm from what I've heard. She then confronted me saying we should talk so I agreed and we had two mutual friends with us to make sure everyone was being fair. She said that I surprised her a lot that night and that she felt wronged that I suddenly did that without notice. I told her quite bluntly that she needed to grow up because she wasnt the perfect roommate either and barely did any chores around the apartment. A bit harsh, but she's a bit childish in that she's immature and sensitive, and it was true that she didn't do much.

She ended the conversation shortly after in tears saying it wasn't "productive". My friends let me know what I said was out of line and I agreed with them and apologized to her afterwards, but she said she didn't want to have another discussion until the semester was finished so we walked on eggshells around eachother for a couple weeks until winter break.

The conversation after winter break wasn't any more productive than before. She said some things that implied I bullied her into agreeing on the initial compromise and that I was insensitive to her trauma and her "safe space". It wasn't fair to me at all, because it was my home too and I'm allowed to be comfortable in my own space with my loved ones and I would never do this to her if it was her mom or potential girlfriend so I don't understand why she was giving me this much shit for her rigid "compromise". It was MY APARTMENT too, and I told her as much that I tried my best to compromise when I could've just had my boyfriend staying in my room the whole time instead. And then she insinuated that my boyfriend and I made her feel "unsafe" and that I hurt her on purpose. It's true that I didn't feel sorry about breaking the compromise, but it wasnt a fair one to begin with. The conversation didn't get better from there until it ended.

Now we barely talk to eachother. We live in another house together that we signed the lease for before this all went down, though this time in separate rooms. She actively avoids me and though I honestly don't care about that it is making the house a bit of a toxic place. It's been like a year since this whole thing started and I'd like to put it behind but thats hard to do when she acts like I'm the bad guy. Am I really the asshole here? My friends have been sympathetic but haven't given me a straight answer so I want to know.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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izzigearl · 7 months

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The crew gathered in the mess hall like usual, only this week the Captain had someone new joining the crew which she planned on introducing to everyone. The Captain sat at the head of the room on a small podium they put up each week for this exact meeting, this same meeting being the only one the Captain insists on having so the crew doesn’t fall out of touch with each other. Even though the gathering is to help unify everyone the crew has their own groups or cliques that they choose to associate with. The engineers mostly with other engineers, the medics with other medics, the navigators and linguistics specialists, you get the idea. With little crossovers happening all the time too, usually because the two people come from the same planet and it doesn’t matter what their job is on the Starliner, they have something in common so they easily get along.

The groups were forming as all the crew slowly filtered in through the mess hall doors. The noise in the room grew to a dull roar as people greeted each other and conversations continued. The Captain watched as everyone entered and once the crowds coming had slowed he stood up and got a good look as the now at capacity mess hall finished getting filled in. The noise of conversation didn’t cease as their noticeably blue skinned Captain stood, however a silence suddenly fell over the room as a human from Earth stepped into the mess hall with a light brown complection. The silence faded as a few of the groups around the hall started whispering to each other; however, as the Human walked to the back of the room, the quiet seemed to follow.

The Captain didn’t blame the crew for their fear of the Human it just seemed odd that over time they wouldn’t warm up to him. It was interesting to consider the origin of the entire crew was from any of the nine Paradise planets and that Carl (the human from Earth) was the only one from one of the five death worlds. The attitudes from the Paradisers was unusual because the Paradise planets have been the most accepting and open people in the whole span of discovered universes, it shouldn’t be so difficult for them to welcome in a Deathworlder like Carl especially because Carl was a total sweetheart and he wouldn’t hurt a fly but no one has really tried to get close to him and he wasn’t very outgoing in the first place. It has been nearly nine months since he had joined the crew and all anybody does is fear him.

Well that was all about to change as the new recruit to their Starliner also happens to be from a Deathworld. The Captain held up her hands getting everyone's attention and the mess hall fell silent again.

The Captain tapped the microphone before she began to speak. “We are all gathered together again to update the entire crew on what is going on around the ship, and this week I want to start by introducing our newest recruit to our crew. Stroughtbearee, come on up here.”

A large figure in a cloak stood up amongst the crew and walked up to the podium in slow lumbering steps. The figure pulled down its hood and revealed her blue tinted skin and brilliant red eyes. Many sections of her face came to a sharp point that was whiter and more translucent than the rest of her deep blue pigments. As she took the cloak off she seemed to shrink in size like some kind of magic trick. The points of the spikes along her body were holding the cloak up enough to make her seem like a large hulking figure but the dainty figure of her normal sized body stood in the midst of the long spikes that protruded out about six inches from her body. Her clothes were finely crafted to neatly go around each spike and not disturb the simple style of the crew uniform, plain black slacks with a light blue button up shirt

Many in the crew gasped but quickly tried to cover up their surprise. This clearly showed the separation the crew had amongst itself and how dynamically different this new crew member was to everyone else. Stroughtbearee recognized the instant social rejection such as this being pretty much the same way everywhere she goes. Being a death-worlder means everyone has fear and anxiety going through their head whenever you are around simply because the living things in your home world had evolved deadly ways to survive like external teeth or poisonous hair. The reality was that those who came from death-worlds were more adept at survival which was why they were often crewed onto large ships like these cruise Starliners to have some modicum of sanity when things go a little awry.

Cruise Starliners like this one stop at many ports and pick up many vermin as well as other strange creatures along with many unusual passengers of any race the universe can offer. Sometimes the crew falls into panic not knowing if their situation is dangerous, risky or food chain oriented. Most of the time it is none of those things and the survival officers know what to do in almost all of the situations. Very rarely does a survival officer actually need to do any survival tactics to help a crew that has crash landed on a planet but when it happens everyone is so happy they are there.

“Straughtbeary is our new survival officer, the second on our slowly growing team.” The captain announced finally cutting the awkward silence like a dull knife. “Please welcome her with our Starliner cruise cheer.”

The crew followed protocol and gleefully began to chant and dance. “When aboard the Melisandaunte ‘Happy to be here’ is what you will say- ay” After the chant rang clear for the third repetition, the tune changed at the end for the grand finale “Is whaaaaat yooouuuu wiiiiill say-ay-ay-aaaay!”

The crew burst into applause and yells of excitement over their grand performance of their port cheer that they welcome every guest that boards the Starliner with. The crew was actually very proud of it because they were the ones who wrote it, worked on it, and perfected it, not that Staughtbeary could tell the difference.

The Captain clapped mirthfully before bringing the meeting to an end and sending everyone back out to their stations. No other business could have been done anyway with everyone all excited for a new arrival.

The crew during the next following days and weeks continued without gaining any deeper connection to Straughtbeary than the obligated “hello” that everyone gave simply recognizing she was a part of the crew, and even that hello was often timid or nervous as they glanced awkwardly at her sharp spikes. No one was actively attacking her in any way but she could feel the tight pangs of rejection as they busily buzzed about their business not paying her any mind or even acting like they saw her there. Straughtbeary wasn’t really much of a social butterfly in the first place but even a single friend would be nice as they travel through the cosmos to the most touristy destinations. She just wanted one confidant she could laugh with as she would share every time she saw a stereotypical tourist doing the most touristy things like taking pictures of the blurry stars out the window of the Starliner, or when they wear their sandals and still have socks on. She only wanted one and there wasn’t any lack of trying either, in fact she had tried enough times to not want to try any more.

During their return loop to the HQ dock for the maintenance that could only be done when the ship is motionless and at the disposal of the dialysis crane crews in the hangar workshops that originally built the starliner cruise ship, you know the one time a year that there aren’t any passengers onboard and most of the crew doesn’t have to follow any schedules, anyway, during that loop the crew was throwing a crew appreciation BBQ with a hawaiian theme (being an earth related custom actually made the event macabre) and Carl being the resident expert was the inspiration (intelligence) for the most of the event. Once everyone had nervously pulled all the information they could out of him they set to work and didn’t come back to him for anything.

Once the BBQ had begun the many performers on the ship were twirling batons lit with fire and dancing on the edges of volcanoes to get everyone's shock and awe for their holographic realism performances that weren’t at all as dangerous as they looked. Carl sat alone at a table meant for eight and slowly worked on his series of drinks that ranged from fun and fruity mixed drinks and slowly became hard liquor. Carl wasn’t drinking his problems away he just didn’t have any company during the party so the drinks filled that role.

Half the night had passed when Carl got up to go to the bathroom. Upon returning to his table he found that the table he had total claim of before had been filled into by a rambunctious group eagerly goofing off and loudly having fun in the ways that Carl didn’t really appreciate or even want to tolerate being around. Carl moved on like he always did when he found himself naturally the outcast in the situation. Carl didn’t only find himself the outcast because of his Deathworlder origin but also because he was more of an introvert than an extrovert which was quite the opposite of most of the rest of the crew.

Carl was now wandering half drunk and unsure of what he was looking for but he was still searching all the same. Was it a spot to sit down? Was it a place to be alone? Was it at the bar? Or maybe at that nearly empty table? That almost empty table sounded better than the full ones, so he swaggered his way over to the table and plopped down in the first available seat. He chuckled to himself at how dumb his night had been already and how much he should just call it a night. He slowly turned his head around the table and finally met eyes with Straughtbeary who was the only other person at the table.

Normally he wouldn’t say anything but tonight he had already been drinking so the words sort fell right out of him without any filter either.

“You have the same problem I do, everyone is too scared or intimidated to become your friend, I’m not intimidated though, I have been to your planet and your people are kinder than mine, mine are all aggressive and jumpy, you guys are all collected and cool, if you didn’t look so scary you would have tons of friends.” Carl blurted out every thought contained in his brain just before he started to have the thought to stop it.

“Well capitan, you are just the freshest perspective on the obvious, aren’t you?” Staughtbeary asked sharply, with every word completely soaked and dripping in her sarcastic tone.

“Why, thank you.” Carl replied, sounding like he clearly did not realize her tone and being too drunk for anyone to tell if he was really being sarcastic back.

“So much for comradery.” Staughtbeary commented unsure of where to go next.

“Oh, yeah.” Carl began with a calm realization. “We technically work in the same office, don’t we?”

Straughtbeary smiled slightly. “I think this is the first time we have actually talked to each other, but yeah, the survival office is too busy for any pleasantries.”

Carl frowned. “Pleasant trees?”

Staughtbeary rolled her eyes at the idiotic pun, but still smiled at his quip.

“Get it?” Carl chimed in digging his own grave.

“Wow, if the pun wasn’t bad enough, you also have to be insufferable.” She stated as she walked away. “Goodnight, I don’t deserve being treated this way.”

Carl wasn’t so drunk that he couldn’t help himself, he was really lashing out and now he felt stupid for doing it. Just when he actually met someone who was being authentic with him he had to push her away in the worst way ever, social awkwardness. Carl’s heart tugged with the weight of every footstep that carried Staughtberry away from him. It was like time had slowed and he was wishing for the steps to stop their expeditious journey that was pulling him back into his lonely cocoon which he had only just begun to burst out of.

“Wait.” Carl’s tone had dropped to a serious and desperate place, showing how vulnerable he was with the quaver in his voice which he hadn’t intended to do.

Straughtbeary froze mid step and waited to hear what Carl seemed so adamant to say.

“Look, I’m sorry.” Carl glanced at his feet. “I have had a rough go at this Starliner and I really didn’t want to hurt my only chance of having a friend but I am scared to be vulnerable enough to admit that I need a friend.”

“I know what you mean with this Starliner, I have only felt like an outcast the whole time I have been here.” Staughtbeary said, still frozen in place afraid to turn around and face Carl.

“Do you want to start over? Maybe forget my social suicide attempt by pun and try to not cross cultural boundaries like being insufferable?” Carl was practically begging.

Straughtbeary turned around and walked back toward Carl. “Sure, let's try this thing again because believe it or not, I am as desperate as you are for companionship.”

Carl sighed in relief and gestured to the empty table. They both walked to a chair and sat down without saying another word. Now sitting in an awkward silence, Carl desperately tried to start up a conversation.

“Staughtbeary.” Carl grinned. “Your name closely resembles the name of an earth fruit, a strawberry.”

“Yes, it does. I was told that when I left orientation to join the crew on the ship. The trainer knew you were from earth and said that it would be a good icebreaker to start a conversation with you.” Staughtbeary stated proudly hinting that she was proud that Carl did it on his own.

“Well, orientation is getting better and better at determining the way in which we need to live our lives, someday orientation will run the whole ship instead of us.” Carl tried his hand at humor.

Staughtbeary chuckled. “We could tell our fortunes by it if it gets any more accurate.”

Carl laughed. “That's good. Your joke was definitely better.”

“Why, thank you.” Straughtbeary said rather humbly.

“So tell me, what led you to getting this starliner gig?” Carl asked sincerely.

“The devalue of life skills in the workplace.” Staughtbeary stated outright.

Carl shrugged. “I was hoping for your story, not the fact that society is crumbling around us.”

“Oh, sorry.” Staughtbeary turned a darker shade of blue, which Carl recognized as blushing. “I applied everywhere that pertained to ecological decay and restoration but not only was there not any job openings, many of the restoring efforts have been solved by gene splicing and the thing that I am so passionate about doesn’t even exist anymore. I got my degree in ecological decay and now it is as useless as an arts degree.”

“Hey, what a coincidence…” Carl started just before he was interrupted.

“You have a degree in ecological decay?” Staughtbeary asked rather excitedly about being in the same boat with at least one person.

“Uh, no.” Carl couldn’t hold back a chuckle. “I have an arts degree.”

They both laughed for a bit before Staughtbeary moved the conversation forward. “So you have a useless arts degree and that landed you here?”

“No, I was trying out to be a part of a musical being done on the cruise ship and even though I am talented as an earthling, I just didn’t stand a chance against the Rumaiens who have two sets of vocal cords and can sing their own harmonies. The Captain of the ship was one of the judges for the tryout and noticed all my survival skills on my resume.”

“So, you were lucky? And I am desperate?” Staughtbeary deflated in her chair.

“No, I was desperate enough to accept the offer of a groundbreaking, ‘at trial’ position that if there wasn’t any good outcome would have disappeared.” Carl shugged. “I had no better prospects either, but at least you came into this position while it is secure.”

“What kinds of skills did you have on your resume?” Staughbeary pedaled back a bit.

“Oh, just knot tying and camping.” Carl stated.

“You had camping as a skill? Camping is a recreational activity, not a skill.” Staughtbeary mused at the incorrect thought.

“A friend of mine told me to put it on my resume because there are many in the universe who don’t see camping as recreation and see it more as a whole set of skills, which is exactly what happened to me.” Carl was trying to explain that his side of the story was similar to her story.

“Well, if you hadn't paved the way for me I wouldn’t even be here.” Staughtbeary said appreciatively.

Carl smiled with his teeth and then quickly let his lips fall to cover them up, which was a long standing habit that Staughtbeary noticed Carl do and got curious.

“Why did you sort of stop smiling just now?” Straughtbeary asked.

“Oh, that?” Carl shook his head. “You will stop baring your teeth to smile soon enough.”

“What? Why?” She cocked her head to one side as she asked curiously.

“Well, people from paradise planets, which is everybody else on the ship, don’t have a predator or prey relationship with anything, so when they are around Deathworlders, like us, they see us as Deathworlders in context, so if we show any signs of aggression it will push them into a fight or flight survival mindset, and since they have never needed to prey on other creatures or be prey they don’t know how to fight against anything, so when they get triggered they act like prey, trying to run or play dead or something. It really detracts from getting work done so I never bear my teeth anymore because subconsciously it gets perceived as an act of aggression.” Carl ended nearly out of breath as if he was trying to say it all in one breath.

“I haven't experienced that yet, I don’t think my face changes from pure confusion.” Straughtbeary explained. “Everyone who comes in asking for help with something is carrying a small trinket and asking if it could kill or harm them.”

“Is it like marbles and stuff?” Carl asked specifically.

“Yes, they have marbles and rocks and one guy even brought in a tooth, they are all totally crazy.” She said getting flustered just thinking about it.

“That is kind of funny, I think they are all trying to verify what I have already told them. Even though I was the only expert, they didn’t believe me, and now that there is a new expert they are trying to find out if the first one was really wrong, they don’t want to believe the truth.” Carl explained excitedly.

“You know I thought better of it but I had a moment when I had the idea to just lie and go along with what they say they think this thing will do.” Staughtbeary admitted.

“Yeah, that was smart of you to do.” Carl stated. “I wasn’t so smart.”

Straughtbeary twisted her face in intrigue as what Carl said sunk in. “Wait, what? What happened? Did you?”

“Yes, I gave in,” Carl’s head lowered. “I am not proud of it, but a cult on board the ship still meets weekly to worship a pebble.”

“So you started a religion?” Staughtbeary asked.

“Not really, I went to one of their meetings and tried to convince them to stop, but instead got labeled as one of the deceivers, and before you say it, I know how backwards it is to be labeled a deceiver and it being my word that started the believing in it in the first place.” Carl explained with such exasperation.

Straughtbeary couldn’t stop laughing at the irony of it all. Carl couldn’t believe how honest he had been about some of the most embarrassing things he had ever done. The night was passing by as the two reminisced over some parallels in their cultures and talked through the night one upping each other about scars and wounds. Before they knew it they were side by side looking out the windows at the many star patterns that they each knew.

“This one looks like a Dracnotolumis drainage ivy.” Straughtbeary stated with glee pointing to each star that made up the pattern.

Carl followed along but didn’t know what she was talking about. “Oh wow, another plant shaped one.”

Staughtbeary grinned. “At least it is not another ‘Greek god’ as you put it.”

“Well, Earth’s basic astrology is tied closely to an ancient and dead religion.” Carl said as a matter of fact.

“And Ravnareer’s basic astrology mirrors the life that is upon it, including my favorite things, plants.” Staughtbeary smiled and swayed in place, staring back out at the stars again.

Carl looked down at his feet before glancing over at a nearby group of partiers and then looking back to Staughtbeary. “You ever wish you weren’t from a death world?”

“No, but I can tell that this place has gotten to you though.” Straughtbeary gave away that she had been watching Carl in the reflection of the window as she talked right to him but not turning her head in the slightest. “I would hate to be from some paradise planet, I would be afraid of everything and nothing would ever be good enough, besides that I would be even more upset that I didn’t have all of my life threatening stories which in a whole make up who I am.”

“Yeah, but being from a death world you didn’t really face death that often did you?” Carl asked.

“No, not that often but when I did face it, it was good to know that I was still alive regardless of the threat against me.” Staughtbeary grinned again. “Like that one time I was attacked by a Reek, it’s stinger could have punctured my skin and left it’s poisonous tip behind killing me in minutes but instead the Reek reared back for a strike and I turned my head away which hit the Reek with one of my spikes causing it to spin and fall to the ground probably saving my life.”

Carl excitedly nodded his head. “Wow, that reminds me of the time that I got surprised by a rattlesnake in the wild-”

“Wild?” Staughtbeary interrupted. “Do you have certain animals that are more chaotic than others?”

“Oh, no.” Carl shook his head before explaining. “On Earth, we had many people keep animals in captivity and those that were living in nature and were not domesticated by the influence of humans were considered wild animals.”

“Undomesticated, got it.” Staughtbeary said as if repeating carl.

“Anyway, that kind of poisonous snake makes a loud rattling sound with its tail to warn or scare other creatures away because it is ready to strike to protect itself, and I didn’t hear any rattling until I nearly stepped on it.” Carl started to sound like he was bragging. “The Rattle snake snapped at me but just barely missed.”

“Wait a second, have you ever actually had any life threatening injuries or have you only ever skirted around the dangerous things?” Staughtbeary asked with curiosity.

“No, I have always stayed out of harm's way and most of my scary experiences are just near misses.” Carl explained. “Why do you ask?”

“Well, I am the same way, nothing has happened to me either, I just look back at my life and see all the times I could have died and never experienced the things that could have caused death. I have only been a survivor by avoidance, not experience.” Straughtbeary shrugged from her realizations.

“Well, I believe that makes us better qualified for our jobs then, because I have met those from my world that are not careful and think that nothing bad will happen to them, we are opposite and we would teach others to be like us and avoid dangers. If we were to encourage diving in and asking questions later then we would be as good as doctors treating people for what has happened to them,” Carl explained. “and I am not a doctor, I would not be able to help afterwards anyway.”

“I never thought of it that way,” Staughtbeary smiled. “I also never thought I would be grateful for an analytical over-explanation.”

“Oh, my world calls that mansplaining.” Carl stated.

“Mansplaining? That is rather descriptive and on point, how clever.” Straughtbeary mused.

The crowds of people gathered around the dance floor made some noise that both Carl and Staughbeary thought was part of the partying so they paid no mind to it.

“I wonder, have you ever-” Carl stopped when the crowd's noise didn’t sound like fun noise.

Carl and Staughtbeary were now looking at the group of people trying to understand what was going on. A blood curdling scream pierced the air and Carl and Staughtbeary started running towards the crowd worried for what was going on. The crowds were backing away from something on the dance floor as if there were some kind of dangerous creature. They pushed through the crowds to see what was going on and finally got sight of the cause of comotion.

A team of attractive dancers were dancing in unison and the crowds were entranced and excited, calling out and screaming when some part of the dance stimulated them.

Embarrassed that they were thinking about survival stuff and were reacting to normal stuff like it was something dangerous, they stepped back and sank back into the crowds which wasn’t that hard to do because everyone gave Straughtbeary a lot of space now that they could see her.

The two laughed as they walked away from their embarrassing moment which wasn’t really that embarrassing because everyone avoided the two of them anyway. They walked out of the “Funasium” where the party was being held and Carl walked Straughtbeary to her quarters.

“I guess we need to get off our one track mind.” Carl said with a smile. “See you around the office when it’s not busy.”

“Has the office ever been slow?” Staughtbeary asked with hope for the future.

“No, but I might say hi when I pass by your desk.” Carl smiled again.

“That sounds good,” Straughtbeary smiled back. “I will do the same.”

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The Sound of Love

☆ Pairing: Loki x Mutant!Reader

☆ Synopsis: Loki now an Avenger, is quite the reclusive and introverted member in the Avenger's compound and for someone who likes peace and quiet, it's ironic how smitten he is for the loudest member of the team.

☆ Word Count: 5,207

☆ Notes: Loki is smitten flirty ler. Reader is a mutant with hypersonic voice. This had been in my WIPs for so long, but I finally have some time off 😭 enjoy.

☆ Warnings: Anxious Reader, insecurities regarding voice and brief weight insecurities are mentioned. I am a sucker for opposites attract so the reader is a stereotypical sunshine happy go lucky.

Being an Avenger was interesting on its own, periods of strict dieting, rigorous training regimes, public events to raise public morale, testing out technology, political meetings, missions that lasted days or even weeks. Now, when you were, not only a former enemy, but the enemy, the original reason they came to exist… Well, it made it all more difficult to just do anything outside of the tower.

It made Loki concerningly reclusive. At first it seemed convenient, people were scared of him, so him wanting nothing to do with the outside seemed like a fair exchange, the facilities had everything needed to survive anyway. But it was only a matter of time until it became concerning.

So, Thor started doing his best to drag him along to his patrols and visits to town. Which helped getting less dirty looks from people rather when he tried going alone. But Loki always found a way to escape back to the compound and cut his visits to the town short.

But things changed the day he met you.

And Loki was not particularly one to fawn over mortals like his brother whose line of lovers could fill countries, not even over another god. While Loki had a fair string of lovers behind him, none ever really meant much to him or lasted much for that matter.

But you… you had something different. You were everything Loki found annoying. If there was a list to thing that got on Loki’s nerves, you may have as well checked every little box. You had a strict moral code and mawkish righteousness like the super soldiers, you had a strong temper and were very vocal about the things you did not stand for like his brother, you had a bubbly personality and enjoyed teasing and joking (almost flirting) around like Stark and the Falcon did and given your powers you tended to be quite loud. And somehow, despite all those things that could drive Loki mad, he was completely smitten. Which was probably the most infuriating trait you had.

Being placed together, Loki and you seemed to be like night and day at first instance. Loki noticed how you always seemed to be in a good mood and never denied anyone a nice chat, while you practically had to beg Loki to engage in conversation and even still, he’d seem rather bothered by being interrupted. You were always doing something to help around the quarters like doing extra dishes, cooking snacks for everyone, or wiping dusty furniture when you noticed something was dirty while Loki spent his free time with books are maybe an old movie when he felt like agreeing to enjoy human culture. And while you enjoyed reading as well, while Loki liked reading in silence you usually heard music earphones as you wagged your leg along the beat as you devoured books beside him.

“Hey nerds,” Sam stepped in the room. “We’re going dancing tonight, you two coming?”

“I’d rather—”

“Oh, which club?” you asked excitedly.

You had a way of peaking Loki’s interest when you spoke like that, your enthusiasm was terribly contagious, but he was too proud to do anything but pretend he was still focused on his book.

“Nat and Wanda wanted to take their men dancing.”

“Oh, so we’re staying home tonight?” you smiled.

“Do you think yourself capable of convincing Banner or Vision of socializing in a big club?”

“Hey, no judging. Besides, it’s more fun like that, we get to choose our own music.” You smiled brightly, you always seemed to have something nice to say about everyone. “Which conference hall are you gonna use?”

“2C, at 9 pm.” Sam grinned. “I take it we’ll see you there, mockingbird?”

“Yeah, should I wear something in particular?” you asked.

“Oh, how about that something se—”

“Sam, you finish that sentence and I’ll glue your upper arms to your chest.”

He wasn’t one to agree with the other Avengers, but that was something he wouldn’t mind seeing. And Wilson didn’t take it personal as he just laughed and left.

“Are you joining us, Loki?” you asked.

“I would rather stay here and finish my book” Loki smiled. “You go have fun though, darling.”

“Oh… b-but it won’t be as fun without you! Please, please, oh please!” you had your fingers tangled in a praying gesture and you were making the biggest pleading eyes he’d ever seen.

You were unfairly cute, but the power of persuasion you had over him was even scarier than the one from your mutation.

“Yes, of course” he sighed. “Thor would be upset if I keep passing up on your silly group bonding activities.”

You had tackled him in a couch in a bright hug as you thanked him over and over as your cheek squeezed his own, even pressing a sweet kiss against his cheek.

Between such affection and getting to see you dance all night was the most delightful way to spend the night he could think of. Next chance he’d even dance with you. Because he didn’t want to make the mistake of not dancing with you when you invited him ever again. Not that he minded watching you dance the night away.

And your singing, Norns, if you weren’t talking to anyone, you were always singing at least in a mumbly manner. Loki wondered how you could never go hoarse.

Every time you sung Loki’s heart fluttered. There was no right that your singing did the things it did to him. But he couldn’t help but swoon every time you did. And people were starting to notice. Karaoke nights were particularly interesting.

“The little mortal has a lovely voice, right?” Thor nudged him while you were on their improvised stage with Wanda, singing to Dance with Somebody.

“It’s good” Loki shrugged, trying to play it off.

“Yes, you seem to be enjoying it...” Clint said making a mocking dreamy face with along with an over dramatic sigh.

“Leave Rudolf alone,” Tony said.

Loki arched an eyebrow. Stark wasn’t the kind to be mediator when teasing took place, much less when he was tipsy like this.

“Being absolutely smitten over a human must be damaging enough to his pride.” He snickered.

Banner and Rogers just smiled amusedly, meaning Loki was not gonna get any back up from the more level-headed Avengers. Not that he expected it.

“You’re all delusional idiots.” Loki rolled his eyes.

But his attention was snatched back to the stage when you reached a high note. You had a good technique, your mouth opened wide with a smile as your voice reached a volume high enough that you broke Tony’s wineglass.

At this point, it was a normal occurrence. Everyone still remembered that they had to replace the old crystal dome on the recreational room with fortified polymer “soundproof” windows from that one karaoke night when they had you singing Dream On, the fact that no one left that night with permanent hearing damage was almost a miracle.

This time you didn’t seem to even notice the casualty of Tony’s glass, as you and Wanda kept jumping and dancing around as you sang happily with your friend. Loki could feel the heat creeping up on his cheeks as he saw how happy you danced around, and he could suppress the smile.

It was funny really, how much his mother would scold him growing up for being so impatient with Thor’s loud a boisterous nature just to end up falling for someone who was exactly that, maybe even worse. You had a lot of energy which was good because you always pushed yourself in training, but Loki never expected to be so drawn to someone like you. You shone like the sun itself, and being a frost giant like he was, it seemed almost dangerous to fall for you.

“Loki, Loki, Loki!” you jumped on the couch next to him, “Look, Loki!”

Ah, that was another thing, you had a tendency to say his name a lot. You were what Midgardians described as hyperactive, but his name was something you repeated a lot more than any word, and more than anyone else’s.

“A cardboard box?” he smiled. “What’s so exciting about that?”

“Oh, haha” you rolled your eyes, “My package arrived!”

You gave him a pleading look and he smiled. At this point it was almost a ritual, you got a delivery and you rushed to Loki for him to open it with a dagger he’d summon. Which had also started a game.

“What’s your guess, darling?” he smirked as his hand sizzled with his Seid.

“The silver twins daggers, I mean one of them, but you get it” you said firmly.

It was that simple, he had such a wide and vast collection of daggers that whenever you needed him to use them, you’d have to try to guess which one he’d summon.

Most of the time you’d lose give the odds were at least 50 to one, and it didn’t help that honoring his title, Loki would change his pick last second if you ever got it right. But today he was in a good mood, and soon he was wielding one of his silver daggers, it felt weird wielding the left dagger on his right hand, but your excitement to see you had got it right was worth it as you fell back to the couch with a “WOOO!”

“Oh, congratulations little canary” he clapped.

“You’re becoming predictable, Loki” you smiled.

“Oh, is that right?” he grinned as he reached to poke your side making you squeak.

“Would you rather admit that I’m getting to know you better?” you smiled.

“Loki don’t quit your dreams as an Avenger, you don’t have much future as a harlequin” he chuckled.

“Oh, I don’t know, I’ve made you laugh, and not everyone is as tough of an audience as you are.”

He just chuckled as he opened your package for you. It was two pairs of headphones.

“Another one?” he smiled. “Do you break them that often that you need to be in constant state of purchase? And what do you need the extra set for?”

“You say it as if I just compulsively and irresponsibly bought headphones!”

Loki arched an eyebrow and relished the fait blush on your cheeks.

“I re-sell the ones in good state” you mumbled.

“Right, whatever you say. That’s why you got two pairs.”

“No, uh... this one’s for you.” You smiled as you handed him a pair, “They have better Bluetooth range, the battery lasts longer, the headband is adjustable, and it blocks outside noise.”

When you handed him the pair, he got a better look at them. It was pitch black, and on the driver, it had a little golden sticker shaped like his helmet, he shifted it and the gold shone green. It was still weird how ever since Thor let his story be known people had become more accepting of him, especially people who knew that the Mad Titan was a monster had even come to support him, but the concept of merchandising his image for admirers to show their preference for him was still new to the former prince.

But the present was very pretty, almost as the little mortal gifting it.

“Thank you” he said a bit more softly than he intended.

“It’s no problem,” you tucked a string of hair behind your ear in a way that made his heart flutter.

“This will help me have a reason to not hear Thor’s drunk singing the next Barton drops by with beer.”

You let out a shy laugh.

“A-Ah… no, it’s for me actually” you said, “well, because of me, I mean.”

“You? What could I possibly need to avoid hearing you for?”

You shrugged.

“Thor mentioned a while back that you thought I was too loud.”

“He did?”

Oh… Oh that imprudent, bumbling, traitorous, airheaded, twisted oaf. That’s NOT what had happened. He remembered that conversation like it had been yesterday.

“Loki, there you are!” his brother had called him.

“Where else would I be?” Loki asked tiredly. “It’s too early.”

“Ah, I see the young mockingbird has kept you awake again” Thor said noticing the mug of coffee on his younger’s brother’s hands.

“We stayed up late talking, yes” Loki yawned. “Where she gets so much energy from is beyond me.”

Thor just laughed.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you like this brother, it’s a welcome change, for sure, but an odd one.”

“What do you mean?”

“The little Midgardian has you completely enamored” Thor grinned smoothly, “I didn’t think she’d even be your type.”

“She’s… certainly different from what I’m accustomed” Loki agreed. “I’d dare to say he’s more rambunctious than you are. But she’s honest and strong-willed, a combination I didn’t get to see much of.”

Loki could only roll his eyes at previous relationships, because of his status he’d be greeted with two approaches: either partners who feared his rank and power and would submit to his will for fear, or even worse, leeches that would use him as a steppingstone to get to power (or get close to Thor). After a while Loki just gave up and played along treating every lover like a casual affair and soon move on to the next thing.

You, for once had no interest on royalty besides movies, you absolutely adored helping Thor prepare for dates with Jane which mean there was no interest. And you had no reprieve on giving Loki a piece of your mind when you felt he deserved it.

He smiled.

“She stayed up singing until late…” Loki mumbled, mostly for himself.

“I think it’s great.” Thor encouraged him. “When are you asking our little singing bird out?”

Loki chuckled, it was amusing to see how much better Thor adapted to Midgard expressions and idioms.

“I don’t think that’s gonna happen, brother” Loki said with the hint of a sad smile. “You said it, we’re not exactly each other’s types.”

“It’s true you’re quite the somber one, brother.” Thor teased him. “And our little mortal canary is always loud and bright.”

“Thing I would not and do not tolerate from anyone else” Loki said looking at his uproarious brother. “But she would find me rather dull.”

He never said he found you annoying, quite the opposite. But he could only imagine what his brother had done. He’d seen it far too many times back on Asgard.

When Thor, Volstagg or Fandral wanted to flirt they’d have this ridiculous approach of sending another one of them to mess with the girl they wanted to impress, annoy her into flirting. All harmless fun and always careful not to actually disrespect the maiden in question but Loki still found it annoying and like Hogun preferred a calmer style for the first approach. At least it was funny to see their strategy blow up in their face and more than once get a slap in the face.

Thor must have gone to you and mentioned that Loki thought you were too loud to tease you on his behalf. Not keeping in mind that you were not Asgardian which meant you were not accustomed to their harsher approach, and much less that despite loving to sing you were profoundly conscious about your voice’s volume. Loki had always been very careful about pointing out when your power made you too loud. Gently placing a hand on your thigh to calm you down when you got overexcited and therefore loud.

And yet, despite all of Loki’s effort to make you feel comfortable around him, here you were, with a timid smile with the most thoughtful gift to push Loki away. Thor could officially be crowned as the worst wingman in history of all Nine Realms.

He sighed.

“Dear heart, I don’t think I need this” Loki said gently, “Not for the reason you think, at least.”

“I just thought you could use not hearing me blasting your eardrums when you’re reading” you joked, but the tone of awkwardness was palpable.

“I’d be willing to risk that if you’d believe me, I don’t truly mind hearing you sing” Loki chuckled.

“But my voice… And music taste…”

“Are both beautiful,” Loki interrupted you, “and no one has a wider range of music in the entire Compound. Which I recall someone scolding me for not expanding my horizons to human music.”

“Ah… well, yeah, but you can always get that from the others, oldies from Steve and Bucky, rock from Tony, pop and electronic from Pete, and when Quill and the Guardians you can hear 80’s—”

“Dear, you’re very optimistic I can actually stand anyone you mentioned” Loki laughed. “Not everyone has your luck.”

“And no one else here likes—”

“Aaah!” you shushed him covering his mouth, “We agreed to never talk about my sins. It’s our secret.”

The look you gave him was threatening but sharing a secret with you was exciting and heartwarming. More because it was the most harmless secret, but you still got embarrassed about it, which Loki found beyond endearing.

“Oh, really? I very clearly remember hearing you singing to the top of your lungs this very week to it.”

“Shhh” you whispered as you fought a giggle. “We don’t talk about that, only you get to know.”

“Good to know I’m so special” Loki chuckled.

“You were a happy mistake” you said squinting your eyes in joking manner. “But if anyone else finds out I’m strangling you.”

“What’s the expression you mortals have…?” Loki smirked, “Don’t threaten me with a good time?”

Your cheeks turned hot pink as you smacked his arm with a laugh.

“You’re pain in the ass” you laughed.

“Well, I certainly appreciate having some influence on your backside.”

You let out a screech as you began smacking his arm with a bright blush on your face. But as he should’ve expected your screech was loud and made Loki wince a bit.

“Ah… Sorry” you said as the mumble returned to your voice. “See? That’s what the headphones are good for.”

Loki scowled with a huff.

“Alright, that’s enough.”

Before you had time to ask Loki had thrown you over the ottoman and with his knees pinning you by the shoulders and his feet stuck under the ottoman so there was no force on earth moving you.

“Uhh… Lokes? W-What are you doing?” you asked nervously.

“Testing how loud you can really be.”

What do you— Pfft!”

Loki didn’t make you wait for an answer (or to finish your question, that is), and he began slowly dragging his fingers across your ribs in a maddeningly gentle manner. And it wasn’t like your thin t-shirt didn’t do much to protect you.

You clenched your jaw as a big grin appeared on your face.

“Pfft! L-Loki!” you snickered.

“Yes, little dove?” Loki asked innocently.

Loki kept gently dragging his fingers across your torso, slowly tracing his fingers up and down your sides and ribs, in circular motion across your armpits and spiraling onto the center of your tummy.

All you could do was smack his legs as you tried to free your arms and kicking your legs on the air and your cheeks puffed with your jaw clenched as you did all you could to not burst out laughing.

“L-Loho— Loki please!” you looked like you were about to burst. “I’m behe— I’m begging you. D-Don’t!”

Loki just chuckled.

“Darling, I have not even started the real fun” he grinned deviously, “and you already look like you’re gonna puncture your own lung. Just laugh already.”

“I cahahan’t” you whined between the strangled giggles. “It’ll huhurt yohohou!”

“Beautiful little bird,” Loki smiled, “it’d be impossible for you to hurt me.”

He noticed the pretty rosy blush on your cheeks, and he relished the way you got flustered at his teasing. Loki simply chuckled and squeezed your ribs, now poking your ribs, drilling his fingers between each rib. Growing up both as the God of Mischief and with Thor as his older brother, he had come to know first-hand what kind of tickles were better to make someone laugh to insanity.

And that you did.

Your face was already impossibly red in the face, and giggles were already slipping out, so the poking were just the last straw that made you finally crack up. And you burst into loud laughter and crazy squirming, kicking your legs against the ottoman, arching your back and tugging against Loki’s hold as he tickled you to tears.

“LOKI! HAHAHAHA! W-WAIT! WAHAHAHAIT!” you screeched.

Loki winced a bit at your superhuman volume as a smile formed on his face from both pride from making you laugh and the endearment of your laugh on its own. Your pretty laugh only being further motivation to tickle you more.

But he decided ease off the tickling as he just stopped poking your ribs to gently scribble your ribs in light feather like touches. But by now your defenses were shattered to pieces and you kept giggling in soft wheezing giggles. He simply wiggled two fingers on each side as if he was striking chords of his old lyre.

“Oh gohohohod! How is thahahat so bad?!” you giggled in between hiccups and soft wheezes.

“I don’t think it’s that bad, you’re just that ticklish” he chuckled softly. “Look at you, you’re wheezing.”

“Hehehe! I’m not!” you hiccup. “Lohoki!”

The way you laughed out his name made Loki’s heart flutter in his chest. Your voice got high-pitched and wheezy in a way that was awfully adorable and it urged him to give you the biggest hug and cover your face in kisses and beg you to be his own.

“Loki! I'm gonna gehehet you back for this!” you screamed in a fit of laughter. “Stohohop it!”

Loki grinned without relenting just a bit, simply leaning into your ear.

“Oh, is that so? What makes you think you can get me, little dove?” he chuckles as he gently traced his fingers over your sides. “And do you assume you can get now, or at some later point when you are not trapped and helpless under me? Because all things considered...that sounds like an empty threat… my dear.”

The self-satisfaction in his tone was infuriating.

“You’re all mine to toy around with right now, little robin…” he said in an almost flirtatious tone.

“N-No! Loki! Don’t you dare!” you squeaked out.

He looked you in your eyes with a devious sparkle in his eyes, those same eyes Loki did whenever he got you involved in a prank that would most likely get both of you in trouble, and he smiled.

“I think, my darling…” he whispered softly, in a way he knew his breath would tingle against your skin. “I very much dare.”

And with that his gentle and nimble fingers reached your stomach, giving it a lot of gentle pokes and scribbling all over the skin poorly covered by your thin shirt with his blunt nails.

He knew that among the long list of insecurities you had, your stomach was high up there, and so he knew certain touches would make you uncomfortable, so he kept his eye on your face, paying extra reactions to see if any touch made you upset. But you seemed more focused on the sensation he inflicted on your sensitive skin, and your expressions didn’t reflect any sign of distress.

“Lohohohoki! Stohohop that!” you giggled.

“Aw… is it too much for you?” he grinned cheekily. “You’re quite the delight to torment though, and I wonder… just how would you manage this sort of attention… on the other areas you were ticklish upon.”

As he spoke he lower his hand to drag his fingers over your waistline from side to side in a maddeningly slow manner. The look of shock on your face was priceless.

“LOKI!” you cried.

“Oh my, my, little sparrow, are you ticklish here too?” he chuckled in an almost innocent tone as his finger slipped past your shirt as his nail scraped lightly over the ticklish spot.

But he did slow down, not enough to make it all stop, but enough to make you go back to soft laughs.

“Hm…” Loki looked at you, pretending to be in deep contemplation. “If I didn’t know you any better, I would dare to assume you are enjoying yourself.”

Loki had seen others in the compound tickle you before, he had tickled you before, and it was noticeable enough that you didn’t seem to mind the playful attention, given you hardly fought back or protested when.

You let out an outraged before a squeeze to your hipbones made you burst into giggles after a clearly involuntary snort that made Loki laugh.

“Oh, no witty back talking?” Loki chuckled.

“Ihihihi! I’m gohohonna kill you!” you threatened him.

“Will you now?” Loki arched an eyebrow. “And how do you intend to do so?”

Rather than having a verbal response, he felt ticklish squeezing over his thighs and above his knees that made him jolt and bark out a laugh. It was enough distraction to make him stop for a moment, and he saw that little triumphant glint in your gaze.

“That was very very bold of you to make an attack like that...” he congratulated you, his tone menacingly impish. “But so far I had been gentle.”

And with that he shot his fingers onto the exposed hollow of your armpits. You immediately lose it when his fingers reach and tickle your underarms, immediately exploding into loud laughter once more.

“NOHOHOHO! NONONONO! LOKI, LOKI PLEASE! NOHOHOHOT THERE!” you squealed. “NAHAHAHAHA! HEHEHAHAHA! PLEEEEHAHAHAHAAHAHA!”

Your voice turned loud, and the walls literally shook around the two of you. But Loki was unscathed, perhaps a bit stunned by the strength of your voice, but he didn’t relent on the tickling.

“Well, that’s cute… but just for your information…” he smirked in a way that, had you been able to see through your tears of laughter would’ve made you weak in the knees. “I am not afraid of your ticklish little fingers.”

He chuckled again, as his fingers wiggling more sporadically, almost vibrating against your skin. You let out a blood curdling scream before your laughter turns silent, your face is red like a tomato and tears just kept streaming nonstop down your face as your body was shaking like a malfunctioning machine, your entire body language making evident that you need a break.

Perhaps that was a good sign that he had to stop. So, he did.

He raised his knees so you could slip your arms from under his legs, and you immediately pressed them against your chest, laughing silently prey of a giggle fit in a state of euphoria.

“Did I just...go too far?” he asked with a sheepish smile. “...I think...I may have gone too far, I apologize if… if I... I— hmpf!”

Before Loki could register what had happened, you had cupped his face and your lips were against his.

It wasn’t exactly the way Loki had pictured kissing you, and by all the Nine Realms had thought about it quite in detail. But this was… quite different from what he had fantasized. Your faces were upside down one from another, and it had happened so fast that you had just got Loki’s bottom lip at first impact, and he had been caught completely off guard.

But oh Gods… this topped every scenario he could’ve mused. Your lips were soft and smooth, and the taste of you… Norns, it was intoxicating, and it made him feel light-hearted, instinctively making close his eyes as melted into the kiss, leaning over to get a better taste of this paradise he had just encountered. He mimicked you as one of his hands reached to cup your cheek and caress it with his thumb.

Who knows how long you were like this, but it was certainly not enough.

But when you broke the kiss the look in your eyes was of shock and terror as you cupped your hands over your mouth. Again, not what he would’ve expected. He had not got any complaints in his past about his skills, so he was certain he was not a sloppy kisser to be the sole cause of that expression.

“I— no... I didn’t… I uh… I’m sorry…” you mumbled. “I— I wasn’t, oh no…”

“What are you apologizing for?” Loki asked, as he felt anxiety starting to bubble on the pit of his stomach.

“I— I’m sorry… I don’t know what came over me…” you stuttered and stumbled over your words, “I w-wasn’t thinking… I just… I felt giddy and… No… no, no... I’m sorry…”

Loki felt his brain throbbing inside his skull as you kept sputtering apologizes. A million thoughts rushing over his mind every fraction of a second. Did the kiss meant you liked him? But if you liked him what were you apologizing for? Or did you like him but not enough? Were you aware of all the feelings you stirred in him? Was this a cruel joke?

Before he realized what his body was doing, he had already smashed his mouth onto yours once more.

He wasn’t sure why he did that. Maybe desire. Perhaps just the panic of thinking that could’ve been the last time he tasted something quite as ineffable as you ever again and he refused to give it up so soon. Or he could simply have gone mad. Whatever the reason, he just prayed you didn’t hate him after this.

But to his surprise, you kissed him back, and he felt once again that peculiar wave of peace and simultaneous thrill running through his veins. Now pleasantly complemented by your fingers running through his hair, making him turn into putty in your hands. This time the kiss lasted much longer than the first.

Not that it left Loki quite satisfied… yet.

“S-So… Do I take this as a good sign that you maybe, sort of, kinda like me too?” you asked timidly.

Loki could help but laugh at that.

“I will dare to say so” he rolled his eyes, unable to hide the smile on his face.

“And that we could do that thing again… t-the kissing?”

Norns, his heart was gonna beat out of his chest.

“I would like that” he smiled.

You pressed your lips against his and that rush of excitement ran through him once again. Loki felt your lips buzzing as he heard the muffled laughs through the kiss, it made him laugh as well.

“What’s so funny?” he chuckled.

“Nothing” you giggled, “I just feel your smile.”

“What?”

“Yeah, I feel your smile curled up in a smile.” You explained. “It feels… nice.”

His cheeks lit up and he just shook his head with a smile before diving in for another kiss.

You were right, you could feel the other’s smile when you kissed. How did Loki never notice a detail as simple as that? It felt so lovely. Even more with the little hum-like muffled laughs bubbling from your throat as you kissed. Hearing your happy nervous laughs through the kiss was the loveliest sound he had ever heard.

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Demi Demon || Alastor x Reader, A2 part 27

Synopsis: It’s been over a year since we were brought under Alastor’s watchful eye. We’ve unlocked our Demonic powers, discovered our own talents, and began building the Safe Haven with Charlie and co. Alastor seems increasingly interested in the power we hold as one and intends to use it properly.

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Part 27: Alastor vs Blackwater

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Alastor jammed his cane into the floor in frustration.

"Why can't I reach her!" He aggressively paced the living room. Rosie had returned to the haven with him after he saw his soulmate being attacked. Rosie had noticed a mark on his nose and that gave him an incentive to check on her.

Now she was completely out of reach. He couldn't even touch minds with her. She was just gone, almost as if their bond had been severed. He felt cold.

His radio suddenly came to life. He scanned the frequencies until he came to what he was looking for. Blackwater was calling for him over the radio. He was demanding he travel to a certain set of coordinates if he wanted to see his soulmate. It was clearly a recorded message as it began repeating itself once it reached the end of the message.

"It's a trap, Alastor," Rosie warned, placing a light hand on his elbow.

He let out a sigh. "I know. But my hand are tied. I have to go."

"It's not her fault," she said.

"I know," he still wouldn't look at her, "She's smart. But he's smarter. I should've listened to her warnings." His microphone cover melded under his tight grip.

"I don't have a good feeling about this."

He was quiet for a moment. Finally he turned to face her and, putting his cane to the side, gently grabbed both her arms. "I've dealt with worse, before. I can handle a Human and I'll be back to feast on his muscles with you. Guarantee." He grabbed his cane and gave her a gentle kiss on the back of her hand. "Until then."

"Always such a charmer." She smiled, however painful it was to do so.

He faded into his shadows and disappeared.

****

Finn felt the hair on the back of his neck rise and spun to find none other than the Radio Demon himself. Neither Finn nor Blackwater had expected to have to wait long for him to appear. His shadows were everywhere, hiding in the trees and under rocks. Finn swallowed the overwhelming fear as the shadows seemed eager to feast on his soul. He remembered what happened to the last man that had run into Alastor and ultimately lost his life to Blackwater because of it.

"That didn't take long." He gave a slight bow to the Demon with a hand over his heart. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Alastor."

"Un-likwise," Alastor gave a terse response. "Where is Blackwater?"

"What about your soulmate?" Finn's head snapped up, eyebrows laced with surprise.

"I am alive so it is no secret you have her held captive somewhere." Alastor didn't look away as his claws tapped on his cane loudly. "I will speak to Blackwater first before I take her back."

Finn let out a chuckle and folded his arms across his chest. "Very well." He snapped his fingers and the ground gave out beneath them. Alastor's tentacles sprouted out to brace the fall. He was surprised to find his magic still within his grasp. He kept himself poised, determined to hold an unbothered and proper stance. This was how he always was when it came to victim hunting. Blackwater would be no different.

Alastor was in another factory. He looked to be in a control room of sorts, camera screens and computers everywhere. His eyes quickly scanned them in search of his soulmate but she was nowhere to be found. There was a window to the side that looked into the rest of the factory.

"We meet again, Alastor," Blackwater's voice bounced off the walls. Alastor took his time turning to face the man. He stood in the corner with his arms crossed and back leaning against the wall. He was adorned in his usual attire - long, dirty brown coat, fake red horns, and black mask covering his lower face.

Alastor lifted a single claw and examined the tip of it. "If I didn't know any better, and I do," he casted a sly glance, "I would say you're obsessed with me."

Blackwater let out a short chuckle. "Certainly more so than your soulmate."

A year ago, Alastor would've winced at the words. Now he knew it was merely an attempt to kill his composure. His words held no truth to them. "Where is she?" he deadpanned instead.

"Safe. For now. And slightly unharmed." He made a pinching potion with his fingers. He pushed himself off the wall and slid both hands in his pockets. "Come, let me show you around."

Alastor followed. So long as he had his magic in his hands, Blackwater was powerless against him. There was something else at play here and Alastor would be lying to himself if he didn't say he wasn't curious. Blackwater was the first person in a long while to ever give him such a rise, such concern, and such a headache. Though Vox was the master of the latter.

Beyond the control room's door was much colder. He had to use his magic to keep his body warm just to stay focused, breath coming out in clouds. Finn adorned himself with a few more layers at the snap of his fingers.

Alastor couldn't help but question, "Why is a Demon helping a wanna-be?" Blackwater looked over his shoulder as they walked onto the platform and to the edge of the railing.

"Just because I'm a Demon doesn't mean I have to like my own race," Finn replied, earning an approving chuckle from his boss.

"It appears we have found something we can agree upon," Alastor agreed to both of their surprise. He took a step closer to the edge and looked down at the mass production chugging away below them. There were conveyor belts, sparks flying, people zipping back and forth, and cranes carrying large objects across the entirety of the factory. Where on earth has this factory been hiding? "I suppose there is a reason for my visit?"

"I wanted to show you what I've accomplished." Blackwater motioned for him to follow, walking further down the corridor.

"Like a child to an unloving parent?" Alastor tempted.

"I admire your work, Alastor, I truly do. Well, I suppose I admire your reputation more than anything." He walked into another room to show another series of television screens. These ones showed truck drivers and announcers selling more of his inventions.

"I'm surprised you have sought me out instead of the King of Hell himself," Alastor remarked casually.

Blackwater waved his hand dismissively. "An impossible person for me to get a hold of, don't you think? Besides, an audience with him would accomplish nothing." Alastor nodded in agreement, harboring his own ill will towards the powerful, short man. "And I suppose it was also for selfish reasons. I want my name to go down in history as the man who saved humanity from Demon clutches."

"My soulmate tells me you wish for society to return to the way it was before the Great Collapse," Alastor prompted next.

Blackwater walked out to the railing and looked down at the construction. Alastor stood further from the edge and let his shadow run rampant through the factory. There was still no sign of his soulmate, let alone even a trace of her magic or the bond. Something was very wrong. It was making it hard for him to focus on this conversation.

He discovered a moment later that the factory was sitting inside a cold mountain surrounded by nothing but ice and snow. They were on one of the Poles. Blackwater had chosen the coldest place on earth for his factory because Demons did very poorly in cold temperatures. Even he could feel the strain on his magic from trying to keep his body temperature warm.

"Indeed. The stories and documents I've read tell me a great deal. Such a well-rounded and advanced society. So much technology at the tips of their fingers."

"Yet they failed to use it to their advantage," Alsator spoke before he could continue. "That society was already on its downhill. Manners out the window, technology serving as nothing but mind-numbing entertainment, and politics nothing more than drama between countries who didn't care for the people living in it."

Blackwater turned and leaned against the railing, hands still comfortably in his pockets. "Says the Radio Demon. The man who went into hiding around the nineteen-thirties, at the first sign of technological advancement. How much of that society can you really say you understand at such a distance? You barely lived it."

"Not partaking in their follies does not warrant my input as invalid. Watching from a distance, as an outside perspective, gives me more than enough credit."

Blackwater shrugged. "I suppose that's fair. Even so, the entire world fell apart once Demons came. You all need to be sent back to where you belong and stay there. Leave the Humans alone like Heaven does."

"How do you know Heaven even exists?" Alastor tried to hide the surprise. Most Humans had yet to figure out there was a Heaven if a Hell existed, or struggled to comprehend the idea.

"They keep to themselves, never interfering unless they deem it necessary. Something Demons should've done, too."

"You didn't answer my question." Alastor's back had gone stiff.

"Heaven deemed it necessary to provide...divine intervention. Apparently you've been on their radar for some time."

Alastor swung his cane in a circle. "I'm flattered." It made sense now. His soulmate had been attacked by an Angel. His bond with her was having divine interference.

"Yes, well, I would be worried if I were you," Blackwater foreawarned, "I'm told Angelic magic overpowers any Demon's power. Getting on their bad side sounds like a bad idea and that's exactly where you lie."

"I do not fear Angels."

"Perhaps you should. After all," his eyes narrowed and his aura grew very serious, "what happened to your bond?"

Alastor's smile quirked higher up, black gums showing as he tried to keep his composure. He wasn't working against a manipulative Human. He was working against a manipulative Human with Angelic assistance.

"Where is she?" he asked again.

"Not here." Blackwater started walking down the corridor again. Alastor followed close behind, Finn trailing slightly further. "I want to win against you fair and square so she's being well taken care of."

Bile rose in his throat and it took all his effort to swallow it back down. His patience had thinned and his anger was reaching its boiling point. He had entertained Blackwater for long enough. He needed to wrench his soul from his body then find his soulmate.

The lights flickered and the machinery all came to a screeching halt. Blackwater paused and glanced down at the construction. The workers started chattering to figure out what was wrong, headlamps and flashlights flashing everywhere. Meanwhile, Alastor's shadow fled the mechanical room underneath the entire factory and returned to its master.

Blackwater began to laugh. He stopped himself before it turned maniac and faced Alastor, a single hand withdrawing from his coat pocket. "I am such a genius." He snapped his fingers and an instant later Alastor's magic was gone. He bristled and threw his cane back into Finn's face as the man ran up.

Vines wrapped around Alastor's throat and slammed him into the ground. He clawed at the greenery but more vines caught his wrists. They snaked around his body until he was entirely immobile, body being pulled up and slammed into the wall. Blackwater knelt down in front of him, vines protruding from his back.

"My entire factory is surrounded by magic-abating technology." He snapped his fingers and the vines suddenly grew thorns. They dug into Alastor's skin and he stifled a yell, a staticky snarl slipping out instead. The vines snaked around his head and held it up, thorns digging dangerously deep into his skull. Blood streamed down all over. "And it has its own generator in case you tried to mess with my electricity," he scoffed, "So predictable."

Fear had finally gripped Alastor. He tried pulling his limbs free but moving even just a hair caused burning pain to rip through his body. He was bleeding all over and starting to feel lightheaded from it. He should've killed Blackwater when he had the chance. He should've listened to his soulmate and just killed the man when he still had his magic. He had been too cocky. He had always been told it would get him killed one day, and appears they might all be right.

Blackwater mimicked some of Alastor's movements, using three vines to lift himself up higher and drag Alastor's bleeding form over the railing. He carried him down two flights until they were on the ground floor. Somehow they went further, still, entering a bolted door and walking down a set of caved stairs.

Finn followed close behind, holding his bleeding nose with a tissue. The end of the stairs revealed a prison. The inhabitants were all Demons, a few of which he recognized as the surface Overlords that had gone missing. This was where they had all been held.

The cells were on three levels, the last being enclosed rooms. Blackwater dragged Alastor to one of the rooms and locked the door behind him. The room was empty save for a single, slightly inclined chair, and a metal tray. Alastor was shoved into the chair and locked firmly in place by metal restraints. His muscles cried out as the thorns popped out of the injuries they had caused. He winced when the thorns around his head jerked back too fast and made his neck spasm.

A moment later, the door opened. Alastor's back was to the door so he couldn't do anything until the man finally stood in his view. He wore a doctor's gown, mask, gloves, and protective eyewear. Alastor didn't like where this was going.

"There's a lot of Demons," Blackwater began, "and many more Slight magic Humans out there. I know that you Demons will just keep coming through your portal, no matter how much magic-abating technology I send out. So I'm going to make sure that your kind never wants to come back."

The doctor pulled out a chair and sat on it, rolling it closer to Alastor's restrained form. Blackwater put a leather strap around his neck and painfully dug into his jaw, effectively trapping his head to the headrest. The doctor took out a pen and began to draw lines along Alastor's head. He suddenly felt like a kid again when his father brought him to a doctor when he was younger. The pain he had felt was coming back like a freight train.

"What are you going to do?" Alastor asked, voice laced with panic despite his efforts to stay composed.

Blackwater moved to stand in front of Alastor so he could see him. He tapped his own forehead. "Demons have a part of their brain that controls magic. It's small and near the front of their brain. If that part is removed, controlling magic is next to impossible."

Alastor's eyes widened as terror seized his throat. He pulled against the metal restraints but they held him firmly down. He tried reaching for his magic again but it was far too gone. He was helpless. It had been centuries since he last felt this useless and unable to do anything. He was out of control. And it was all his fault.

Blackwater began to laugh and he let it turn maniac. "Look what I've done. I'm making the Radio Demon shake in terror. What an invigorating sight. I wonder what will happen to the thousands of souls you own once you can no longer control your magic."

This was worse than death. He would become just like any other Human. He would be helpless against anyone, completely unable to help himself or his soulmate. He wouldn't be feared anymore. He would be hunted. Hunted like prey. Hunted like a deer running through the woods.

"Have at it, doctor." Hands in his pockets, Blackwater walked out of sight and slammed the heavy metal door.

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Author's Note:

Next part coming out Friday morning!

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sofasoap · 10 months

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John “ Soap ” MacTavish

Hello There.

How you met Soap. had a crush on him. Does he like you as well? This is following the Ghost timeline of the Mini Verse. Accompanied art by @kaplerrr - First dance

Pick up lines Cringy pick-up lines by Johnny Soap MacTavish. Lamest of the Lamest. Pictures of you The hallway of MacTavish house is dotted with family photos. But there is one that is your favourite.

A quiet moment – John “Soap” MacTavish. Little short drabble about our Soap boy and domestic fluff. This is following the Ghost timeline of the Mini Verse.

Surprise Little short drabble about our Soap boy and domestic fluff. Continuation of A quiet moment – John “Soap” MacTavish.

Soap’s Sleepy time story Very short drabble Crack fic stemming from Neil Elice’s Soap’s sleepy storytime. I absolutely love that guy. Touch Soap desperate for your touch after coming home from mission.

Squirrel series:

Squirrel You are not the usual type Soap goes for. But he is interested in you. Or How Soap put his own foot in his mouth. (NOT part of Mini MacTavish verse. )

Little Bear series :

Little Bear How you got your adorable pet name from Soap. Little Hobby Your secret hobby and past time discovered by your boyfriend. Little Comfort Long stressful day at work. You had enough. Little Beard After being apart from your wonderful boyfriend for six months, he comes back with a surprise. Little Help Breaking a bone is never fun. Little Kisses The many different kisses of John Soap MacTavish Little first meet How a mohawk Scottish man meet his bonnie bear Little first date Johnny take his bonnie out for their first date, also meet the people who are important to his life.

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beomie3 · 2 years

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valentine - choi beomgyu

( book )

pairing - popular!beomgyu x quiet!femreader

word count - about 24k

summary - y/n’s life hasn't been easy for as she works hard to maintain her gpa in order to continue attending a fancy school under a scholarship. But to her surprise, the richest and most popular boy in the school, Choi Beomgyu invites her to his Valentine's Day Party that he will host at the fanciest club in the city. Things unfold at the party when their hidden feeling for each other ignite into fiery love and burning passion.

genre - smut, acquaintances to lovers

warnings - cursing, alcohol use, partying, dirty dancing, fingering, first time, soft!dom gyu, eating out, oral sex, bath sex, lube, pov first person, breast fucking, size kink, and more

a/n - this book is also published on my ao3 and wattpad: zoldyckfreecss03

Part 1

Ding-Ding-Ding!

The minute bell echoed profusely throughout the spacious halls, notifying the students to hurry along to their next class, to which most of them would pay no mind. I hurried down the slick, marble hallway from lunch to my next class; advanced biology lab. It was my 5th period of the day so I was a bit tired, but I had regained some energy from lunch so I didn't feel like a walking zombie.

The halls of my high school were much different from other high schools because mine was, well, very elite. Preppy. Classy. Rich. You name it, any synonym for the word expensive just about perfectly describes this school. The whole building was practically glass. Windows lined every wall, from floor to ceiling, hallways to classrooms. The black and white marble flooring looked almost wet, glossed over with fresh polish every week it seemed. Crystal chandeliers hung elegantly from the high ceilings of every hall, providing a sophisticated gleam to the place. Last but not least, the grand scholarship award at the end of the hall was the cherry on top. Crafted of real gold, the award was carved in the shape of an angel with its large fanned wings, locked away in a glass case with 24/7 surveillance. It really gave the school its mystery, elegance, and competitiveness.

The scholarship would pay a full ride to one new student each year. A lot of the students here didn't really need to worry about expenses, but coming from a less fortunate family myself, I was beyond grateful to be this year's grand scholarship recipient. I made sure to work hard every single day to maintain my grade point average to continue attending this academy under the prestigious scholarship. The award was mostly funded by the school's benefactors. One of the largest contributors being the family of Choi Beomgyu, a student at our school. I didn't know much about him, but one thing that goes without saying is that his family is probably, no, most definitely rolling in dough. Slightly above the award hung a plaque with his family picture on it, consisting of two serious looking men (which I could assume were his father and uncle), and his mother on the other end. Their ash blond-haired son sat in between them, a bright, confident smile on his face, which I always seemed to notice whenever I walked past the award. He seemed pretty popular around here, considering I share a class with him. But I was never in a place to talk to him, or let alone knew what to say.

Finally making it to 5th period, I strolled into the usual freezing cold biology lab classroom, finding my desk at the front right by the window. Due to the fact that we had to wear these preppy school uniforms, the thin fabric never fulfilled my body of it's needed heat, so I quickly wrapped my cozy red cardigan around my shoulders to warm myself up. Soon enough once all the students had filled the classroom, our biology instructor, Mr. Kang began giving instructions to what we would be doing in today's class. For the past week, we had been discussing and preparing for a lab in which we would be getting one assigned lab partner to work with. The lab seemed pretty interesting, involving the dissection of several types of poisonous mushrooms. We were required to wear goggles, lab coats, and gloves to protect us from the potentially harmful matter. Very interesting indeed.

Mr. Kang began excitedly circling around the classroom, stopping at each desk to hand out little slips of paper with a random student's name like he usually did when he was assigning partners. Since I didn't have any close friends in this class, I was feeling curious as to who's name would be on my slip. He quickly came and went from my desk with a toothy grin, dropping a small, folded piece of paper onto my desk. I slowly began unravelling it, hearing the classroom progressively become louder as partners joined together. I held the unfolded paper in my hand, revealing a name that caused a small twist in my stomach.

"Choi Beomgyu."

I quickly scanned my eyes over the small, scribbled letters of his name countless times until my brain processed that I now had to get up and look for this guy so we could start the lab. I was mainly trying to process the fact that I got paired up with the scholarship benefactor's son, aka the prince of the school. Lets see how this goes. I took a deep breath to steady myself.

At that, I stood up and spun around on my heel in search of the tall, ash blonde-haired boy who most likely would be busy chatting with other students, considering his widespread admiration amongst the school.

"Y/n, is it?" I heard a deep, airy voice call from behind me, slightly startling me since it was so unexpected. I spun back around on my heel, now face to face with the boy himself.

His uniform was the neatest I've seen on any boy around here; a crisp, white dress-shirt buttoned up all the way to his neck, perfectly secured by a red striped tie, tucked into some grey pants and a navy blue uniform coat completely free of wrinkles. He looked sharp. I looked up at him, his dark brown eyes staring back at me expectantly. His backpack was slung around an arm casually as he held the small slip of paper in his hand, using his index finger to point at my name.

I nodded, "That's me!" He stuffed the paper into the pocket of his navy blue uniform coat, not an ounce of expression on his face.

"Lets get to it, then." He set his hefty backpack down on my desk, taking my seat.

"You can go get the supplies while I write our names on the lab sheet," he said plainly without looking up once. My eyes narrowed in slight irritation at his coldness.

I let out a breath, turning around to go get the stuff. "Nice to meet you too," I muttered sarcastically under my breath once I was far enough away.

I hope he isn't like this the whole lab. But what am I to expect? I don't even know him.

After picking up two of each lab coat, goggles, and gloves, I headed back to my desk to find him texting on his phone, fingers typing quickly on the screen. I set the lab coat on top of his hands as to give him the signal of my presence, causing him to glare up at me.

"You can text your girlfriends later," I motioned nonchalantly, half joking. I really wasn't sure if he had a girlfriend but I just assumed that, due to the fact that literally every girl is crazy over him. We didn't have time to waste and I wanted to get to work on this project.

He furrowed his brows at me, "What?" he inquired.

I said exactly what I was thinking, "We don't have time to waste. I want to get to work on this project."

A silly idea occurred to me which I thought would get his attention. I clasped my hands together and sarcastically made a pleading gesture, making puppy eyes at him. "Pleaseeeeeeeee."

That seemed to work when he put both his hands up by his sides, admitting defeat. "Fine," he exhaled, "You win."

"Finally," I added, rolling my eyes. He cleared my desk of all his belongings to begin the project. I noticed that the lab sheet, the one he said he would get, was nowhere to be found.

"Where's the lab sheet?" I inquired, lifting a brow at the seated boy. He pursed his lips, darting his eyes over at the table where the lab sheets were stacked. It was evident he hadn't picked one up. I crossed my arms, disappointment written all over my face. Before I could speak, he held a hand up as to shush me.

"Close your eyes real quick," he said, glancing over at the stack. I didn't close them. He tilted his head in confusion, "Oh? I'll close them for you then." He stood up from his seat and cupped a warm hand over my eyes. I kept my eyes open under his fingers, the only thing visible were a few cracks of light which leaked in from the classroom. I felt him shift around momentarily, and then removed his hand from my eyes.

"Ta-da." He enthusiastically cheered, placing the lab sheet on the desk. I was slightly impressed to see he had put in effort to make his cheer actually sound excited. Because from what I had noticed, he wasn't one to show much amusement.

"Now that wasn't so hard was it?" I asked, hands on my hips as I tilted my head at him. "Now, if you will, i'm going to take my seat back." I sat down in my seat, forcing him to pull his own seat out from another desk. Instead of sitting across from me like I had expected, he set it down it next to mine. He slumped down comfortably in the chair, propping a leg up on his other knee. I slid the lab sheet over to him, motioning for him to write his name down. He zipped open a compartment of his black bag, selecting a purple ink pen and leaned over the paper to begin writing, a determined expression on his face.

I read the paper over; Names: Choi Beomgyu

His handwriting stuck out to me, it was neater than my own.

"What's your last name?" He asked, pen still in his hand. I took this as a signal that he wanted to take the lead and write both of our names down.

"L/n," I replied, spelling my last name out for him letter by letter. I noticed that he froze where he was, not moving an inch at the sound of my full name. He quickly swiveled his head to look at me.

"Y/n L/n? You're the winner of this year's scholarship," he remarked, curiosity lacing his voice.

I nodded my head slowly, "Yeah... yeah I am."

A lighter expression washed over his face, lips faintly tugging up at each corner.

"I got the smartest girl in the room- no, in the school as my lab partner, how cool is that." He nodded slowly to himself, returning to the paper to neatly write down my last name. It seemed more like he was talking to himself, but I couldn't help but smile at the endearment. I felt my smile grow a bit too wide, making my cheeks slightly burn. I shook off the feeling and returned to find that my classmate had finished writing my name.

The paper now read:

Names: Choi Beomgyu + Y/n L/n

"Ouch! What the- what are you doing? Here give me that," he hissed, snatching the clear goggles away from my grasp as I was helping him put them on at his request.

A strand of his hair had gotten stuck in between the plastic and the stretchy band, causing him to reach up and grab my hand at the tug. I giggled as he scrunched his nose, rubbing the top of his head where I had accidentally pulled his hair.

"Dummy," he said teased, adjusting the goggles over his eyes as I giggled. When his goggles were on, the first part of the lab was complete; safety first.

We both sat there facing one another, lips pursed as we held in our laughs at the sight of each other wearing the silliest looking goggles, huge lab coats, and dishwashing gloves. We looked like mad scientists. As Beomgyu leaned over to checkmark the box on our lab sheet, I couldn't hold it in any longer when he struggled to hold the pen because of how long the fingers of the gloves were on him.

I was the first to release my laughter, which was dying to come out at this point. It echoed loudly throughout the classroom, drawing stares from all around. Shortly after, the blonde-haired boy dropped his head into his arm on the table and I watched as his back heaved up and down in laughter. Our fun was short lived when I sensed the observant presence of Mr. Kang behind us. He stood with a long wooden pointer, patiently resting his hand on the top of it as he watched us breathlessly regain our composure. I tried my best to wipe the prevalent smile of laughter off of my face, wondering how long he had been standing there. Mr. Kang then placed the end of his pointer on Beomgyu, who was still face down on the desk, tapping it lightly on his shoulder.

Thankfully, Mr. Kang was an extremely kind teacher who didn't give us any sort of penalty. He simply brought his rectangular glasses down to his nose, lifting an eyebrow at us which served as a warning to get back to work. He was a quiet man, his gentleness and good nature obvious in his aura. Mr. Kang was definitely my favorite teacher and I didn't want to disappoint him any further. I straightened my posture to convey a more serious demeanor to my lab partner, who peeked up at me through some strands of hair as he continued to lay face down, cheek resting on his arm.

Suddenly, his head jerked up at the sound of his name across the classroom.

"Psst Beomgyu-hyung!" the whisper of a voice came from the table next to us. I glanced over to find a fluffy haired boy with his hands cupped around his mouth to project his voice, a mischievous smile on his face as he whisper-yelled over to our desk.

"What's up Huening?" Beomgyu gave him his attention, whisper-yelling back.

"You excited for the big night tomorrow?" the brown haired boy grinned, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

Beomgyu glanced around the classroom in search of Mr. Kang before continuing to speak with the boy. The coast was clear, so he responded, "Of course man, see you there!" he nodded his head dismissively at the boy before turning back to me.

Big night? I thought to myself momentarily, before dropping the thought because it was really none of my business.

The air fell silent between Beomgyu and I as he doodled a small bear at the top right of our lab sheet, lost in thought. I continued with the lab, examining small fragments of mushroom through a microscope, jotting down notes along the way.

"Hey can I ask you something?" He broke the silence, leaning towards me.

"Sure, go ahead," I gestured with my pen, jotting down one last note before setting it down, giving him my full attention.

"Would you like to come to my Valentine's Day Party tomorrow night?" The word 'my' stuck out to me like a sore thumb.

I weighed my opinions. I could either go to this party and see what it's all about, or spend my Saturday night studying for finals while listening to my favorite music. But I spend every Saturday night doing that, plus it might be fun to do something new for a change. It was a quick decision on my end.

"Sure," I nodded, pleased with my decision. My thoughts began to buzz, curious for the exact details.

Just as I opened my mouth to ask where and what time, he took out a small piece of paper from his backpack and a pink pen, jotting something down quickly. His eyes focused on the paper as he quickly wrote, almost as if it was a very secretive thing. Or at least, that's the vibe I picked up on during his short conversation with Huening.

Not before long, he slid the small paper in front of me, his dainty script immediately drawing my attention.

Choi Beomgyu's Valentine's Day Party Location: The Lake Club, 31301 N Lake Club Ave. @ 7:30 pm

I scanned my eyes over the sheet and then folded it before stuffing it in my cardigan pocket. My eyes were wide, flabbergasted at the location of the event. I had only seen The Lake Club advertised on celebrity's instagram accounts. It was definitely no place for someone like me, who's family had a severely poor financial standing, hardly able to afford living in this city. I pushed my thoughts away with a breath, reassuring myself that it can't possibly be that bad. I was now an invited guest, so I doubt I would have to pay to enter.

"I'll be there," I smiled, and the bell dinged, signaling the end of our class. Beomgyu nodded in verification, the corners of his lips drawing ever so slightly upward. "Cool, I'll see you there."

We both stood to pack up our stuff, then he was off to his desk.

Mr. Kang stood by the door like always, smiling at the students on their way out. Soon, Beomgyu and I were the only two in the room because we were late to pack up.

I heard a few shuffles behind me as I quickly zipped up my backpack and threw it over my shoulder. I turned around only to be face to face with Beomgyu, who had seemingly returned to tell me something. He leaned in secretively, moving his face the closest to my ear he had ever been.

"Oh and...don't forget to wear pink," his smooth voice trickled into my ear as he spoke lowly, as to only be heard only by me. He pulled away, gazing at me once more before spinning around and headed out the door to his next class. I was stuck there, entranced in the moment until I heard Mr. Kang's voice hurry me along.

For the rest of the day, I wouldn't quite be able to focus. The same thought circled round and round in my mind; What will the party be like? I'm so inexperienced with parties. I can't believe its tomorrow night.

I had no clue what I was in for.

When I returned home after school, I threw myself on my bed, staring anxiously at the ceiling. What could I possibly wear? The thought buzzed around my mind like an angry bee, pestering me until I stood in front of my closet. This is gonna be a long night. I threw heaps of uniform shirts, skirts, and jackets around in search for a pink outfit. Soon, there was a huge mountain of clothes on my bedroom floor, my closet nearly empty. I was worried I would run out of luck, until my eyes landed on a sheer pink item hiding at the back of my closet.

Jackpot.

Part 2

Cute!

I assured myself as I gazed at the lustrous, pink glow of my reflection in the bathroom mirror. The soft, warm ambiance of the lighting reflected across the marble details of the bathroom, announcing the sheer affluence of the place. Loud, reverberated music echoed from the party outside of the bathroom, bringing a nostalgic feeling deep inside my chest as the beat of my favorite song boomed in the distance.

I traced a finger along the diamond headpiece I wore. It's long strands of silver rhinestones interlacing themselves all throughout my hair, sparkling in the bathroom lighting. The headpiece matched my chunky, diamond heart-shaped choker and earrings since it came together as a set.

As I hummed to the song, I glanced over my makeup to see if it needed any touch ups. The hot pink shimmery eyeshadow I wore glittered in the mirror, along with the silver heart-shaped rhinestone that adorned the top of cheek. Of course, I topped off the sparkly look with my favorite lip tint. My makeup went perfectly with my outfit; every ounce of it pink and glittery, as instructed by my lab partner.

"Don't forget to wear pink..." The memory of his voice trickled into my mind.

So I did as he said; I wore a pale pink, satin crop top with a sheer ribbon that fanned out over my chest, accompanied by a light pink feathery shawl which draped behind my shoulders as it pleased. This combo revealed my skin in a classy way, showcasing my collarbones due to the thin straps of my top.

On my bottom half, I wore a pale pink fuzzy mini skirt and some high heeled, pink faux leather boots which rose to just below my kneecap. I topped the look off with a pair of long, sheer pink gloves which added an elegant touch to my outfit.

Being so used to wearing the same old school clothes, I felt earthshakingly confident for the first time in a while.

I looked down at glowing, circular LED light which was pinned to my top. The pin had a number three on it, the bubbly number shining brightly. Upon arrival to the party, everyone received one of these pins with a different number on it. To my understanding, it would be used for some sort of "event." Or at least that's what the club employee explained as he handed me mine at the door. I was unsure as to what it was, but I was definitely curious to find out.

I unhinged my small pink purse, pulling out a thin glass bottle of a sweet scented fragrance and spritzed a small amount onto the left and right side of my neck, as well as my wrist. Running some fingers through the curls in my hair, I took one last good look at myself before I decided to head back out into the crowded, yet exciting Valentine's day party that Choi Beomgyu himself planned, set up, and was now hosting at The Lake Club.

As I walked out of the bathroom into the raving crowds, I realized how impressive the the party decor was. Fluorescent heart-shaped lights, similar to the material of my pin, dangled across the ceiling in their pink glow. As well as shiny, holographic streamers which practically drowned the walls in their shininess. Pink and red balloons floated all around and above the bar, each balloon reading an item off the drink menu. I raised my eyebrows, impressed at the creativity.

Did he put these up himself?

It seemed super professional too. This being my first "real" party I had ever gone to, I could practically feel the lavishness. My reason of astonishment was the location; The Lake Club aka the ritziest club in town which celebrities mostly rented out for their parties and gatherings. I darted my eyes around the place, landing on a long, elevated runway that parted the crowd in two. The runway was connected to the DJ booth. I wonder what the runway is used for?

As my eyes lingered on the DJ booth, I was star-struck at the realization of one of the most famous DJ's in the city, Choi Yeonjun.

He held a headphone over his ear, strategically pressing buttons and maneuvering his equipment while grooving with the beat, rocking his head up and down in rhythm with the catchy music. His DJ booth was perched up above the ecstatic crowd which consisted of the people from my school. I couldn't really recognize anyone, especially with the flashing lights that bounced off of the walls, making it hard to focus on any one person.

All types of bass-heavy music blasted through the crowd as I stood there, observing their silhouettes jump and move energetically in tune with the beat. I watched as some couples danced, almost dropping my jaw at how sexual some of their dance moves were. It was something I had definitely only seen in movies, not in real life. It wasn't something I stared at for long, though.

I moved my eyes around some more to take in all the pink decor, observing as jocks chugged alcoholic beverages under the shiny balloons, and as girls took group selfies in all of their rosy attire. I moved my wonder-struck eyes from place to place, simply taking in all of the ambiance.

And then,

I spotted him.

A pang of nerves twisted their way into my stomach. Yet, I couldn't help but observe him from afar.

He stood there, leaning against a velvet sofa as he chatted with his entourage of guy friends. I spotted Huening amongst the group, his body moving in constant laughter as he jokingly hit another guy on the shoulder. But Beomgyu's stature and pink glow stood out from them all, so similar to one of a prince.

His outfit looked like one of a prince, too. It was striking; he wore a soft pink, lacy textured coat with details of gold sequins on the shoulders and a bright red heart on the left pocket. The coat in itself was dashingly royal. A slightly, more muted pink were the color of his pants, which were tucked into a pair of tall white boots. The combination hugged his figure nicely, accentuating his height.

But that wasn't all. His ashy blonde hair seemed almost purple in the lighting, framing his face perfectly like always, bringing out the best of his features. A thin, black choker tightly hugged his neck, accentuating his adam's apple.

Why am I so tense all of a sudden?

I hadn't realized I was staring for so long when I felt his deep brown eyes suddenly dart over to meet mine. His attention boarded into me, causing my face to burn. I tried to find some sort of comfort but I stood there alone, so I resorted to my phone, looking down at my empty lock screen. After a few seconds, I flicked my eyes back up to him out of curiosity, to discover that he was on his phone too.

My phone began to vibrate as it lit up with a call, drawing my eyes back down to my screen.

Beomgyu (Lab Partner) is calling.... accept | decline

Earlier today, I had discovered that on the back-side of the piece of paper with the party information, his number was written on it in his familiar penmanship. I noticed it this morning as I typed the party address in my phone, I also created a new contact for him.

My heart pounded as I swiped to accept his call.

"Hello?" I answered, forcing my voice loud enough to be heard over the blaring music.

"Y/n. M/n. L/n, are you gonna make me come over there and get you? Because I will." He spoke in a deep, declaring voice over the line. My heart pounded harder at the fact that he pronounced my entire name perfectly.

I shifted around in my heels, daring to glance over at him only to find he was already looking at me. I had been thinking of a reply.

I'll play his little game.

"Ouch!" I slightly bent my ankle, trying my best to mock a mediocre sprain. "Oh no! It looks like you'll have to come and get me," I replied in an innocent voice, throwing a hand over my forehead helplessly. He smirked, lifting a brow. We both obviously knew it was fake. But it made our little game all the more enticing.

The other line beeped as he ended the call, and I watched as he dismissed himself from his friend group, sliding his phone into his pants pocket smoothly.

As he walked closer, I picked up on the little details of his appearance. Small specs of glitter sparkled underneath and around his eyes, as well as some black eyeliner which was smokily smudged along his waterline, making his eyes all the more attractive. His whole being glittered in the pink ambiance of the party lights. I then noticed that his glowing pin read the number thirteen.

Once reached me, he did something I was not expecting- at all.

He hooked an arm under my legs, practically sweeping me off my feet, and carried me bridal-style across the dance floor. I was speechless.

"Beomgyu what on earth are you doing!!!!" I whisper-yelled, hitting his arm begging him to put me down. My cheeks glowed red as I felt stares from the crowd burning into me. He walked over to the bar and set me down on a stool, swiveling it to face him so that he stood in-between my legs. A cold sweat dispersed itself all throughout my body as my heart nearly beat out of my chest.

I think my plan of trying to cutely-fake-a-sprained-ankle backfired on me.

"Oh you poor thing, you obviously couldn't walk because of that ankle of yours, so I carried you." He placed his palm on the bar table and leaned into it, inching his face closer to mine. "And now it's time to drink the pain of that injured ankle away," he added, moving his face even closer. I picked up on his seductive aura, his eyes so deeply focused into mine. He was enjoying our little game.

I had second thoughts. Did it really backfire? Although I was stunned and embarrassed, something in me enjoyed the thrill.

I swallowed the knot that formed in my throat. I wasn't much of a drinker. In fact, I have never gotten fully drunk. The last time I drank was at a small house party with some friends years ago. But, I knew as a fact that it took a lot to get me drunk, since a few beers had close to no effect on me.

So what is there to lose?

"Yeah, you're right," I responded confidently, straightening my posture, not once taking my eyes off his.

Pretty soon, there were two shots before us. Never having done a shot before, I examined the short, clear glass, taking a whiff of the bitter scented liquid. I also paid mind to the small, heart shaped sprinkles floating in the liquid, which I found cute.

It can't be that bad, right?

I looked over at the daring boy, who now sat in a barstool, holding the glass loosely in his grasp.

"Ready?" he looked over at me, expectantly. I looked down at the clear liquid, swallowing the knot in my throat. My heat pounded profusely at what was to come. A million thoughts buzzed in my head; What if I have a bad reaction? My parents cannot find out about this. What if they find out?

I looked back at Beomgyu, nervousness evident in my expression.

"Wait- you've never?" he asked, looking down at my tense hands. I nodded my head quickly.

"Well, of course the perfect princess hasn't had a drink. Always working hard for that scholarship," he cooed, setting his glass down. I was unable to tell his tone of voice, but his aura was darkened in a sort of mystery.

"Here, let me help you since it's your first." He got up out of his seat, picking my shot glass up and stood behind me as I sat nervously in the bar stool.

"Tilt your head back." His voice called from behind me.

This enticed a concern from me, "Wait what?!" I implored.

"Just trust me. Do it," he demanded in a softer voice. I closed my eyes, taking in a breath. Calm down Y/n. You need to let loose sometimes.

I did as he instructed and tilted my head back. Since he stood behind me, the crown of my head now rested on his chest, my heart pounding. I looked up at him and our eyes met. He looked funny from this upside-down angle and I let out a small giggle, noticing his eyes crinkle as he let out a small laugh himself. My heart slightly jumped, cheeks basking in their usual red glow. The only time I had witnessed him laugh was yesterday when we worked on the lab, but I hadn't ever seen his face express as much joy as laughter. It was a sight to see.

Soon, his smile faded, replaced with his familiar sultry expression.

"Open your mouth," he demanded, slightly tugging at my bottom lip with his index finger. My face burned hotter. At his command, I parted my lips, opening my mouth a comfortable amount, not too wide or else I would feel more embarrassed than I already was. I felt his fingers hold onto my chin as he neared the cup to my mouth, the cool glass gracing my bottom lip.

"Bottoms up," he mumbled, and then emptied the glass into my mouth.

I immediately sat upright at the feeling of the bitter liquid burning my throat. Squeezing my eyes shut, I placed my hands on the bar table, bracing myself as I swallowed the liquid in one large gulp. Once it was all gone, I stuck my tongue out as proof of ingestion.

"Blehhhh," I shook my head, wiping my mouth clean with a napkin. I looked over at him as he returned to his bar stool, that rare smile of amusement back on his face.

"You should've seen your face!" He pointed at me, covering the lower half of his expression with his other hand as he let out a giggle.

Why is he covering his smile? He shouldn't do that.

All sense of reasoning must've left my head when I said exactly what I was thinking.

"Why do you always cover your laugh? Don't do that," I blurted, reaching up to remove his hand from his face.

Am I already tipsy?

Just as he opened his mouth to say something back, a group of about five or six girls began crowding around Beomgyu, pushing me out of my seat. I heard a couple of their snickers as they stared at me, envy prevalent in their eyes. One of them touched Beomgyu on the shoulder, moving her body too close to him. My heart rate accelerated.

"Beomgyu ahhh!! Can you give us a shot like that too??" A couple of their high-pitched voices rang, irritating the crap out of me. I was mostly annoyed at their squeaky voices and the fact that I was practically booted out of my seat.

I expected this to happen sooner or later, though. The fact that me, a peasant in the eyes of the filthy rich girls that attended our school was with hanging out with the prince of the school Choi Beomgyu was simply mind-boggling to them.

Before I could do anything to reclaim my seat, I felt an arm sling around my neck.

"Hard pass," he said, practically shooing the girls away with the gesture of his hand. At that, the girls gave me one final glare, like daggers, but I simply didn't care what they thought. A small grin found its way onto my face as Beomgyu's arm continued to hang around my neck.

"Well that was pretty smooth," I chuckled, looking up at him as retracted his arm. "You probably do that a lot," I added, lightheartedly.

He looked at me with the same furrowed brows, the ones he used on me when he had his phone out in class yesterday.

"What's up with you and thinking I've had a bunch of girlfriends?" He inquired, his tone more serious.

"I mean, you are pretty popular around school, no?" I asked, hoping not to come off as annoying. But it was true, he was the most popular guy in the whole school. He looked down at his untouched shot glass, shrugging.

"Yeah, I guess it's true. But I don't really see it that way. I just try to live and enjoy life, no matter my social standing," he added after a moment.

I nodded in understanding at his response. The truth was, I felt the exact same way as him about myself. I probably had one of the lowest social standings in terms of popularity, but I didn't really care. I just kept living my life, focusing on school, and doing things that made me happy. That's why I found myself at Beomgyu's party, sitting next to him while enjoying his company.

"That's why I'm sitting here with you, I like being around people who make me happy," I blurted out, immediately realizing what I had just said. I scratched the back of my head, giving him an awkward smile. I guess this shot has completely taken away my filter.

But it's not too bad, I thought to myself. I'm just simply speaking my mind and I still have almost all of my self-control, which is all that matters to me. I turned to Beomgyu who, for the third time, wore a smile on his face. He looked so pretty in the dim lighting of the bar, his attractive lips curling up, revealing a small dimple on his cheek that I hadn't seen before. His grin was contagious because before I knew it, I was mirroring his expression.

I looked down at his full shot glass, "Aren't you gonna show me how it's done?" I asked, gesturing at his glass with a quizzical expression.

"Oh, I almost forgot. Let me show you how it's done, Miss L/n," he replied, bringing the shot glass out in front of him, gesturing it in my direction as to say "cheers." Then in one smooth motion, he threw his head back and emptied the glass. By the time he brought his head back up, he has already swallowed the liquid, keeping a stoic expression.

"How did you do that!" I exclaimed excitedly, my mouth ajar in surprise. He set his empty glass on the table with a clink, shrugging his shoulders. "It just gets easier every time," he responded.

I giggled and a small period of silence fell between us as we looked out at the scene of the party before us.

"Have you written the thesis for our science lab yet?" I randomly asked as the thought had just passed through my mind. What better time to ask? I pinched the bridge of my nose in between my fingers in annoyance at my own question.

He side-eyed me, not even giving me a response, but instead, offered me his hand.

"C'mon y/n its obvious your life revolves around your studies. Hell, you probably dream about math problems and science theses." I giggled at his remark.

"But I think it's time for you to take a break from constantly thinking about school. I think its time to dance," he added matter of factly, holding his hand hand out in front of my face. I was a bit stunned. I hadn't danced with a guy before, let alone tipsy at a ritzy party.

Before I could allow the buzzing thoughts to enter my mind like always, I placed my hand into his and let him take the lead.

This is going to be interesting.

Part 3

I felt the burning stares of girls as they whispered god knows what, but I simply shook it off. Being on the dance floor with Beomgyu left no room to think about anything else. All I could do was focus on his sparking eyes and watch him move like never before.

I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or the elation of the moment, but something about Beomgyu seemed different. It seemed like he was happier and more loose, moving his body excitedly with the beat of the song. He had completely let down all of his exterior walls, showing the bright, shining boy that he was deep down. Something about his bright and charismatic aura brightened the room even more than it already was, making him so appealing to me that I simply stared at him in awe as we danced. I wanted to stay right here with him the entire night.

And I did.

Suddenly, the music went quiet and the lights dimmed as several spotlights shined onto the DJ booth. The electronic screen in front and behind the booth shifted to a screen that read 'Buy your Valentine' in cursive font. I wondered what was about to go down.

"I'd like everyone's attention as we officially begin the long awaited Valentine's Day Party!!" I turned to see DJ, Choi Yeonjun strut down the long platform that extended through the crowd like a runway. Yeonjun threw an arm up, enticing the crowd to cheer and clap excitedly.

"Before we get started, I'd like to invite you all to download the app on your phone called CUPIDS PARTY, I'll give you one minute!" An animated clock was projected onto the far wall, beginning to count backwards from sixty seconds.

I didn't ask any questions and just downloaded the app, opening it at the ten second mark to see a blank heart appear on the screen which read; "Select your valentine's pin number."

I remembered the glowing number thirteen on Beomgyu's jacket. Before I could type anything in, Yeonjun continued.

"You will use this app to vote for your valentine; the person you would like to spend the rest of the night with! Whoever puts in the highest amount of money wins that person and they become your valentine!" The crowd cheered, whooped, and clapped.

So its like an auction? My thoughts were halted by the DJ's voice again.

"Cupid is here with us tonight!" he continued as a second spotlight shined onto a tall girl standing on the far end of the platform. She wore a full face mask covered in diamonds, her hair up in a high ponytail to showcase her large, white wings. She held a fluffy, pink bow and arrow, drawing it back to point at the crowd.

"Cupid? I have a question for you. Who will you choose first?" he asked in a quizzical voice, turning to face the winged girl who was now scanning the crowd, ready to release one of her fuzzy arrows. I froze as she pointed in our direction, but I was relieved when she released her arrow at a group of guys standing next to us; the same group which Beomgyu had been with up until my arrival.

The crowd began pointing at a a tall, black haired boy who looked around nervously as his numbered pin began flashing colors. So this is what the pins will be used for, my question was finally answered.

"That's my friend Choi Soobin," Beomgyu chimed from behind me and I swiveled my neck to look at him. His jaw was prominent as I stood practically underneath his chin looking up at his flawless skin, lost in his beauty.

"This is your party so.. you came up with this right?" I asked, genuinely curious as to what was happening. He nodded proudly.

"Does cupid strike any random person?" I continued with another question, scratching my head.

"Yes, any random person." He responded, staring ahead as the tall, black haired boy walked up onto the platform.

"What happens now?" I asked a third question.

"Just watch," he placed two hands on each side of my head, turning it so I faced forward. His hands returned to rest at his sides, occasionally bumping my own hands as the crowd shifted. The raven-haired boy was now on the platform as the crowd went wild, cheering him on. "Let's go Soobin!" groups of guys cheered, encouraging the shy boy to walk proudly.

"Okay okay okay!" Yeonjun interrupted the screaming crowd, "What do we all think of this handsome man?" he questioned, enticing the crowd to cheer even more loudly than before.

The boy smiled at the crowd, awkwardly putting a hand on the back of his neck and heartily laughed in surprise of all the cheers.

"Choi Soobin, I have a gift for you! I am going to gift you.. the runway. Give it your all!!" Yeonjun cheered, lightly pushing the tall boy as a cue to begin walking down the extended platform. The crowd cheered as the shy boy walked as confidently as he could down the runway, laughing occasionally along the way. When he reached the end, he held a peace sign up to his eye which enticed a collectively loud scream from the girls.

I looked to my right to see a girl was typing profusely on the Cupid's Party app, typing in Soobin's pin number and then scrolling over the numbers until she reached the number 1000.

She pressed send, and a pink screen appeared which read; you have paid $1000 for #37. A heart then appeared on her screen which contained the number thirty seven in it. Words appeared under the heart which read, Congratulations! My guess was that she had won her night with Choi Soobin when she began screaming and pumping her fist in the air.

When Soobin's time was over, he exited the runway with a smile and some pats on the back from his classmates. The girl who stood next to me was gone, and she now stood next to him as they happily linked arms.

I looked up and over at Beomgyu who was typing something into his phone, not before long until he stuffed it in his pocket at realization of my gaze. I swiveled my head forward at the sound of the DJ's voice.

"Who's next Cupid?" Yeonjun called out over the microphone, making my heart beat as fast as it possibly could.

Something deep inside of me hoped I did not get called.

But another part was intrigued.

I swore I made direct eye contact with Cupid when I saw her release the arrow directly at me, and I felt a small vibration come from my pin as it was now brightly flashing. The crowd's attention suddenly boarded into me all at once as their immense cheers almost blew out my ears. I looked back at Beomgyu, who smiled at me, giving my hand a small squeeze.

"You got this," he mouthed, as I was slowly carried by the crowd's cheers. Before I knew it, I was walking up the slick steps up to the platform, doing my best to control my hands from violently shaking.

"Ohhh who's this beauty?" Yeonjun's voiced echoed throughout the club and because of how close I was to him, I could hear his real voice as well. I quickly became aware of my nervous posture so I straightened up immediately, putting on a confident front which was difficult, but doable. The good thing about confidence is that no one knows if its real or not. Right now, I was going to make them all believe it was 100% real. I smiled brightly at Yeonjun, leaving him wide eyed.

"Whew! Strut your stuff, babe!" He yelled, enticing a roar from the crowd as I began to strut, one foot in front of the other down the runway.

Being one who got no attention on a day to day basis, this felt so surreal to me. I felt like I didn't do anything special to deserve all of their attention. But I figured I'd live by my life motto to just live and enjoy life, no matter my social standing.

I relaxed as much as I could, progressively getting more into it. I swayed my hips smoothly, side to side as I strutted and threw a hand up in the air which enticed all the more cheers. As I neared the end of the runway, I thought of what pose I could possibly do. As I now stood at the end of the platform, I looked over at Beomgyu, who stared back at me, phone clutched firmly in his grip, bottom lip sucked between his teeth.

I turned in his direction, throwing a hip out to the side as I put both my index fingers and thumbs into a heart, placing them on my lips and them threw my hands out to the crowd, making a heart kiss gesture.

I had no idea how many screams this would entice, until I could practically feel the runway shake from all the jumping from the crowd. As I turned to walk back, I heard some female voices scream things like "Awww!" and "She's so cute!" making my heart flutter in happiness.

As I neared the DJ booth, Yeonjun winked at me and I waved at him, exiting the runway. I had no idea how much adrenaline I had been functioning on until I felt my legs practically go numb as I walked back to my spot in the crowd with Beomgyu. My hands shaked profusely and my legs felt weak. But at least I was good at faking confidence.

As I approached him, his eyes dark as he held out his phone to show me the bright pink heart on his screen; the number three within it with the words underneath which read; Congratulations! I looked down at my pin to confirm that three was indeed my number. I gasped, throwing a hand over my mouth, smiling widely. My heart fluttered at the fact that I got his vote. I was unsure of what to do, so I thew my arms around his neck in a hug. I felt him return the hug, pulling me closer to him. I inhaled his faint sweet scent, simply enjoying the moment until suddenly...

I felt his pin vibrate in between us.

Part 4

Cupid had released her fuzzy arrow at him, making the crowd go wild.

"Your turn!" I giggled, pulling away from the hug as I squeezed his arm. "You got it," I smiled up at him. He gave me a small wink before making his way to the front, my heart racing for him.

When I thought my cheers were loud, I was seriously understating the word loud. At the sight of him walk onto the platform, the crowd went absolutely berserk. From what I could calculate, his cheers were about 1000 times louder and more frantic than mine, which was very much expected. I thought I was going to go deaf when the girl behind me screamed at the top of her lungs. I could've sworn the windows would shatter. Many of the girls began running to the front of the stage, but I stayed in my spot towards the back.

"If you go on wikipedia and look up the definition for the word sexy, the search results will quite literally show the face of this man," Yeonjun's voice echoed amongst the crowd as he slung an arm around Beomgyu's neck, enticing the crowd's screams.

"Everyone, give it up for the sexiest man alive!!" Yeonjun ruffled Beomgyu's hair which only made it look better. The crowd went absolutely wild, mostly screams of girls which thunderously fulfilled Yeonjun's demand. I looked around at the crowd, a small smirk on my face knowing that the man they all fawned over had voted for me. But I didn't let that get to my head too much, I simply giggled at the fact that I only had about $50 in my bank account for the month. There was absolutely no way I would win the vote over these millionaires. For the hell of it, I decided to try and donate $5 just to see what happened. As I was typing in the number thirteen and the donation amount, I heard some girls complaining next to me.

"Why isn't it working??" "Did anyone else's app crash?" "Mine did!" "What's going on with the app?" It won't let me donate!" I heard their voices collectively grow louder. Glancing around to find that almost every girl in the room had a confused expression, I donated my measly $5 to see what would happen. My screen lit up, the number thirteen reflecting off of my eyeballs. The iconic Congratulations! appeared at the bottom of the screen. I smiled down at my phone. I'll discuss this with him later, I giggled to myself and looked ahead to watch Beomgyu's big appearance on the runway.

I focused onto his princely stature as he walked confidently down the platform, his hands stuffed in his pockets. Occasionally, he would wave at the crowd or put up a piece sign, which intensified the roar even more. As he inched the end of the runway, it felt as though time was traveling in slow motion when he struck his pose. He pushed a hand through his blonde hair, exposing his forehead momentarily as the strands fell back in place, showcasing his perfect face. His eyes scanned the crowd, landing on mine. I watched as he moved his hand to his lips, kissing his fingers and throwing his hand out, similar to my pose.

Then, my heart almost skipped a beat when he pointed at me, moving an imaginary spotlight onto where I stood as eyes from the crowd traveled onto me. At such a pose that was directed toward me, I was beginning to feel what seemed like a fangirl moment when I got butterflies at the sight of him, yelling out to cheer for him. He finished off his pose by scrunching his nose and lips into a cute-but-sexy expression, fluttering his fingers out towards the crowd. He spun around on his heel, enticing the absolute loudest cheer I had ever heard in my entire life. In fact, I had to cover my ears to keep my eardrums from practically rupturing.

Yeonjun gave him a fist bump on his way out and I watched as a sea of both men and women ran up to him. Does this boy need his own security or something? I asked myself, entirely serious as I watched him struggle to leave the stairs. I took this as my cue to try and do what I could to help him out of there, so I shoved my way through the crowd.

"Everyone back away from the prince, please," Yeonjun demanded in a stern tone from the microphone. I pushed my way to the center of the crowd, linking my arm with Beomgyu's and pulled him through the crowd.

"Its the hot couple!" I heard a male voice call from the crowd, drawing my eyes to the shy boy from earlier, Soobin. I couldn't help but laugh at his comment, and he smiled down at the ground when he noticed I had heard him.

When we were finally free from the crowd, I walked Beomgyu back to our spot in the back, but he kept on walking, pulling me with him to the bar which was further from the buzz of people.

"Are you getting another drink?" I asked, looking at him worriedly when I noticed how out of breath and overwhelmed he was from the crowd. He shook his head, dabbing the sweat off of his forehead with a napkin.

"Those people are insane, aren't they? Crazy we all go to the same school," he said, resting the side of his head on my shoulder as we sat in the same barstools from earlier.

"Yeah..I think you need your own security, Gyu. Seriously." I added, receiving a breathy chuckle from him. He looked up at me, a small grin on his face.

"I like it when you call me that," he added, resting a hand on the top of my leg. Without thinking, I placed my hand on top of his, thinking about the craziness that had just taken place. My mind stopped on a particular question I had been saving.

"Gyu, how come my app was the only one working when you went on stage?" I finally asked, furrowing my eyebrows curiously. He released air through his nose in a silent laugh, burying his head into my neck. I felt the familiar blush creep onto my cheeks at the feeling of his face on my exposed skin. He slowly inched his way up, moving his lips near my ear,

"Because I rigged it."

I nodded slowly, too focused on his warm breath. Then, his words finally seeped into my brain, causing a smirk to surface on my lips.

I knew it.

Part 5

When the cupid-runway-model-game had ended and the party had returned to its normalcy, I grabbed Beomgyu's hand, pulling him out of his barstool.

"C'mon Gyu, let's continue dancing where we left off!"

He followed behind, eager to dance like we did before. I could've sworn he was a different person from the one who had been assigned my lab partner yesterday. He was so much more affectionate towards me, smiling and dancing like nobody's business. But maybe he wasn't all that different, maybe he was just more comfortable around me now. The most comfortable I'd ever seen him.

But even then, I felt like we shared a connection as lab partners too.

We ran out to the slick dance floor, his hand in mine. As we danced along to the beat of every hype song imaginable, I couldn't help but feel even closer to him after the cupid event from earlier. It was obvious we'd built an even stronger connection just within the night. According to the app, Beomgyu and I were now each other's valentine, instructed to spend the rest of our night together. For right now, I just focused on dancing with him.

When the fast-paced pop songs played, we jumped up and down in the air, pumping our fists as our heart rates accelerated, pure euphoria coursing through our veins. Absolutely no one could remove our smiles even if they tried; my cheeks were even beginning to ache because of how big I was grinning. The lights strobed colorfully across his face, casting beautiful highlights and shadows onto his features as we moved in what felt like slow motion. I grabbed onto his hand, pumping it up in the air and he interlaced his fingers with mine. The moment felt absolutely perfect.

When the deeper-toned r&b songs blasted through the crowd, his aura seemed to shift into a more sultry one, and I could tell by the change in his dance moves as well. He rolled his body, dancing smoothly in tune with the lush beat, making sexy gestures and irresistible sexy facial expressions. He raked his fingers through his soft hair, his eyes darkening as he gazed at me. He motioned two fingers in a "come here" motion as he bit his bottom lip and lifted a mysterious eyebrow at me. My chest fluttered at his gesture; something about the way he bit his lip ignited something within me. I fulfilled his wish and strutted toward him, taking his hand as he pressed me close to him.

"Show me what you got," he whispered in my ear, his hot breath trickling its way down my neck. The moment felt hot as we breathed into each other's skin.

A flash of nerves zapped my stomach as I internally freaked out at his request, not knowing exactly what to do. But I calmed myself with a breath, reassuring myself to be confident and just go with the beat of the song, like I did earlier on the runway. I was beginning to feel like I was in my theatre improv 101 class, being suddenly put on the spot to showcase my skills. But this was different; I enjoyed it because my valentine made it fun.

I relaxed my body, taking a moment to briefly close my eyes and breathe deeply, feeling the vibrations of the bass in the song. I began by moving my hips, pressing them right up against his as I swayed them side to side. Then, I tossed my hair into a different direction, looking up at him through some pieces that messily fell on my face. I could sense that I looked hot, mainly because of the way his eyes were beginning to gloss over with a glint of lust.

The song faded into a darker r&b tune, one that made my skin almost break out in goosebumps as the deep beat interlaced perfectly into each other, making the moment all the more intense. He licked the corner of his lips as I graced his neck with the tips of my fingers, watching him shudder slightly at the chilling touch. I moved my shoulders and hips slowly, in tune with the music as I looked deeply into his eyes, giving him sultry expressions of my own to give him a taste of what it was like.

When I thought the moment couldn't get any more heated, it did. He slid an arm under his thick coat, removing it in one swift motion, throwing it aside onto a table. He wore a black sequins tank top underneath his white button up shirt and pink coat. I wondered if he wore it intentionally if he got hot under his outfit. It was certainly getting hot in here.

I didn't have much more time to think when I saw his muscular arms in the party lighting, which had now faded into a cool purple tone, accentuating the valleys of each muscle. I moved closer to him, gazing deeply into his deep brown eyes, which almost look black in the dark lighting. In this moment, it felt like we were the only two people amongst the raving crowd.

I began to get more into it, swinging my hips with more groove, and I suddenly decided to turn around, my back pressed to his chest as I swayed my hips against his crotch. I reached down to grab his hands, which rested at his sides, and placed them on the sides of my hips. He slightly hesitated, feeling the tensing of his stomach on my back. I turned my head to look over my shoulder up at him, nodding at him in assurance. I felt him relax as I slowly guided his hands to my hips, and he began to move his own hips side to side in tune with mine.

He heavily breathed against my neck as we moved slowly with the deep, echoing beat, his hot breath shivering my spine. I turned to look up at him over my shoulder and discovered that his eyes were closed, his face completely relaxed and his mouth slightly agape. I subconsciously pressed my thighs together at the sight of his beautiful face so close to mine, his plump lips drawing my attention.

But, I quickly had to turn my head forward when he leaned down to rest his chin on my shoulder. Otherwise, he would've crashed his chin right into my nose which would've definitely hurt.

"You're definitely showing me what you've got, y/n." He breathed into my shoulder, his voice melting in my ears like honey. I traced my fingers up his arms, inducing another shudder throughout his body as he let out a small, breathy laugh at his own reaction.

"I can't get enough of you," he breathed again, his husky voice echoing into my brain, bringing a warm flutter into my stomach. His touch was intoxicating and it was hard to decipher if I was drunk off of him, off of this moment, or if it was the little shot from earlier. But I could tell from the pounding of my heart, rational thoughts passing though my mind; I definitely wasn't drunk. These are real feelings.

I turned my body completely to face him, awakening him from my shoulder. His gaze smokily entered mine as we locked eyes, his hands moving to the small of my back. I couldn't help but ask him the question that pestered my mind.

"Beomgyu, are you drunk? Or do you really mean what you're doing and saying," I looked up at him with searching eyes, nervous for his response. My heart pounded so hard, genuinely worried that he would take my question the wrong way. But I really wanted to know if this was a real moment. I didn't want him to forget everything the next day or ignore me at school like i'm sure most guys do at these parties.

He tilted his head to the side, a slight confused look on his face. He shook his head, bringing me closer in his grasp. "Y/n, I hope I made it obvious enough that I don't see you as just a lab partner. Or as just a friend," he finally concluded, almost making my internal gasp audible. The pieces finally started coming together in my head, making me realize all those times I had stopped by the award in the school hallway just to get a glance at his gorgeous smile. He truly had swept me off my feet; both literally and figuratively.

The song slowly faded into a softer, ambient acoustic one, the pale pink lights signaling a slow song.

If it couldn't be more obvious, Yeonjun's voice came over the speaker. "People, it's time for the Valentine's slow dance," he said slowly, a hint of sensuality in his words as he intentionally deepened his voice through the mic.

I watched as several disco balls slowly lowered from the ceiling, their presence casting their silver gleam on the beautiful boy before me. He lowered his hands to the sides of my hips as I moved my arms to clasp around his neck; the typical slow dance arm placement. But this was anything from typical. This moment felt magical as we locked eyes, his doe eyes like a mirror as they reflected the glittering ball which hung above us.

I finally got around to addressing his statement from earlier. "You literally swept me off my feet, you know that?" I tilted my head back at him, my eyebrow raised as I waited for him to address the duality of my question. He dropped his head as a small giggle released from his mouth, looking at our shoes for a moment until he came back to look at me again.

"Yes, I literally swept you off your feet when I saw you and your 'sprained' ankle," exaggerating the word sprained because we both knew it part of our little game. We both laughed momentarily, recalling the moment

"Yes, literally. But figuratively as well, Gyu." He furrowed his eyebrows in perplexity, searching my eyes as he searched his mind. Then, his eyes softened into a smile when he figured it out. "You swept me off my feet," I repeated, the butterflies in my stomach evident on my face as I smiled warmly. I dropped my head into his chest as a sudden laugh burst out of my lips, recalling the memory of him carrying me bridal style across the dance floor while everyone stared, dumbfounded.

"I probably looked so stupid faking a sprained ankle.. you had to walk all the way over there to get me-" I laughed harder, feeling his chest move up and down in laugher as well, the sound of his adorable, bubbly laughter like music to my ears.

"Yeah it was funny, but look where it lead us," he added, a certain softness in his voice. I looked back up at him, taking a while to think about what he just said. We had been together the entire night; dancing, laughing, sharing some not so pg moments.. it had all been too good to be true. I smiled at the thought of our memories together, memories I was not expecting to create at all with him tonight; but it was something I would never ever forget. Something I will remember forever.

"Hey, do you wanna come over to my place after?" He asked softly, his large eyes searching mine as he gently smiled. The question made my heartbeat quicken, almost feeling excited at his asking. I nodded, smiling up at him.

"So, the dashing prince wants to show me his castle?" I wittily replied, giggling as I tilted my head inquisitively. He dropped his head in a small laugh, squeezing his eyes closed at my remark.

"Only if the dazzling princess sees fit," he replied, bending his knee behind him in a charming courtesy. I giggled at his gesture, finding him so genuinely adorable, but hot at the same time. His duality had me on edge, unsure of what his next move would be. I quickly realized that Beomgyu was someone I could spend hours with, without even realizing how fast time was passing. Someone I could always be myself with. I pressed my chin into the crook of his neck as we continued swaying to the soft tune of the slow song, sensing the warmth from his body seeping into mine. The scent of his skin drew me even closer to him in what seemed like a trance, intoxicated by his warmth. I wanted to stay here forever.

When the song ended, only then had I realized that we had been in the center of a spotlight for who knows how long, the sudden burst of cheers and claps awaking me from my trance. There were people crowded around us, and I assumed they had been watching us share our slow dance. I was unsure as to why, but I couldn't help but smile and look around at everyone as they whooped and clapped. I saw Soobin and Huening waving at us from a corner, their smiles shining like a ray of sun on us. I looked up at Beomgyu, his eyes on nobody else but me. He slowly leaned his lips down to my ear, his warm breath trickling onto my skin.

"You look so beautiful." The whisper sent a large flutter through my stomach, his words the most prominent amongst the hollers of the crowd. I looked down at our shoes, attempting at hiding the red tinge of my cheeks. I did my best to meet my eyes to his again.

"Ditto, Gyu," was what I managed to sputter out, brought aback by his compliment, but also wanting to compliment him back without seeming to flustered. I smiled sweetly, my eyes almost closing at how internally happy I felt. He looked down at our shoes, where my eyes had once been. But then he reached his hand up to his shoulder, grabbing one of my hands off and holding it, leading me off of the dance floor. I interlaced my fingers with his, the cheers of the crowd beginning to die down as we exited the dance floor. He grabbed his pink coat off of the table where it resided, slipping it back over his shoulders and we continued walking, hand in hand through the club.

I was unsure as to where we were going, but I just followed along, putting my trust in him. We made our way past the bar and past the bathrooms I once stood at, staring at his handsome princely figure across the lights, carrying my memories with me as we headed to the front door of the club. I could hear the patter of raindrops pelting the glass doors and falling steadily on the pavement of the main street. Beomgyu and I gave each other one look before shrugging and walking out into the rain, the cool breeze blowing onto my bare legs, but I didn't mind it; it felt nice.

"I figured we'd make our great escape from the mob," he chuckled, raking a hand through his hair as he threw his head back, enjoying the cold wind on his face. I agreed, not being much of an extrovert myself, my shoulders felt lighter without the constant vigilance of the crowd.

"Yeah, it was getting stuffy in there too. It's nice out here." I added, throwing my head back like he had done, feeling the wind rake its cool fingers through my scalp.

"My house is this way," He called, giving my hand a small tug, which was still intertwined with his. We walked through streetlamp-filled streets which illuminated the darkness, large houses lining the way. I observed the houses closely, eyes darting around intrigued by the brilliant architecture of each one. I wondered which was his.

Part 6

I watched the warm stream of water as it trickled out of the silver faucet, filling the large tub I lay in. A thick layer of bubbles completely covered the tub, only my head visible above the water. When I figured the tub was filled enough, I turned the knobs of the faucet off, sighing in warm bliss as I laid back, feeling the hot water slowly soothe away the ache of my legs and feet from dancing all night. I glanced over at my pink, high heeled boots which stood by the door in the heap of my clothes, blaming them for the pain they caused me.

Moments before this, Gyu and I had walked hand in hand in the rain, soon arriving at the large, wood-sculpted front door of his house. We tiptoed inside what looked like some sort of millionaire's mansion, my head swiveling in every direction intrigued by all the elegant decor. He told me that his family was away on vacation, which calmed my nerves of being here in the first place. Me; a sore, shivering mess, cold and drenched from the rain, had made it obvious that I was practically an ice cube, frozen to the core. Beomgyu decided it was best that I take a warm bath.

"You'll catch a cold in those wet clothes. Here let me run you a hot bath," were his exact words.

So here I was, warming up in Choi Beomgyu's bathtub. Something I'd never expected in my entire life.

I took a long look around the large bathroom, my eyes traveling over the wooden walls, accompanied by the flicker of candles gleaming against the marble accents. His bathroom was fancy-looking, yet still felt comfortable and homey. I hadn't been into his room yet, which made me wonder if it had the same cozy vibe of his bathroom. My thoughts halted when I heard a small knock at the door.

"I brought my valentine some tea," he called from the other side, his voice muffled by the door. My heart raced at his kind gesture.

"Aww okay!" I realized my tipsiness had completely worn away when my mind began buzzing with thoughts of him coming in while i'm butt ass naked under the bubbles. I was unsure of what to say.

"Give me a sec-" I began, but the door was already swung open as he was walking in.

I chuckled when I saw that he had a hand over his eyes, shielding his view while blindly walking over to the tub with a small, bear-shaped ceramic mug. He took his hand away from his eyes to feel for his surroundings, keeping his eyes sewn tightly shut. My smile grew. His hand blindly felt for the ledge of the bathtub, just inches away from my bare skin, making my stomach twirl in nervousness. He set the steaming mug with a clink onto the ledge of the bathtub.

"Thank you!" I replied to his kindness, my voice echoing through out the bathroom.

He nodded, returning his hand to cover his eyes. I scooted my back to the wall of the tub, bringing my knees to my chest to shield my breast. The bubbles already did a good job at shielding away the rest of my naked body.

"Gyu, it's okay to open your eyes. The bubbles cover everything," my voice echoed again.

His eyebrows rose inquisitively, tilting his head. "You sure it's okay?" he asked, curiosity lacing his voice. "Mhm!" I replied, picking up the hot mug by its ear.

I watched as he slowly inched his fingers apart, barely peeking through them as if he was fearful to look. Soon enough, he took his hand away from his eyes, bringing it down to his side and sighed in relief to see that the bubbles really did cover all of me. I sat there, looking up at him as I sipped my steaming tea.

"Mmm! What kind of tea is this? It's so good," I peered into the cup curiously, genuinely so impressed with the tea as I felt its mintiness cool my throat. I had been so intrigued with the tea, I didn't notice that he hadn't answered my question.

I looked back up at him to find that he was smiling, my eyes landing directly on his. I awkwardly laughed, looking down at the bubbles on my knees as my cheeks burned. It was hard to swallow the fact that I was pretty much naked in front of him.

"It's vanilla peppermint." he finally added, taking a seat on the ledge of the bathtub, increasing the speed of my heart rate.

"You look cute sitting like that, holding my mug," he continued, the same smile returning to his face. My lips immediately drew into a grin, giggling as I looking down at the water shyly.

"Thank you, Gyu," I responded with his favorite endearment of his name, his eyes also shyly falling to gaze at the water.

I couldn't help but think of how handsome he looked in the soft glow of the candlelight. The small glitters under his eye sparkled as the candle flame danced around, also illuminating the red shimmers on his pink coat. I noticed that his black eyeliner was slightly smeared from the rain, making his eyes irresistibly smoky. His hair, also messy and frizzed up from the rain.

To say he looked good would be an understatement.

He looked fucking hot.

I watched the flame of the candles dance in his dark eyes, only now realizing that our eyes had been glued to each other's for quite a while. I shifted in the water and my heart raced at the thought of the bubbles slowly fading away to reveal my body. With the fact that he was so close, I wouldn't doubt he'd be quick to notice it too. I pressed my knees closer to my chest, feeling my heart as it beat quickly on my thigh.

"I had a lot of fun tonight," he broke the silence with his deep, smooth voice, echoing throughout the spacious room. My breathing halted when he gazed down at the bath water, dipping one of his long, dainty fingers in to trace around the bubbles near my leg.

"Yeah, I had so much fun too," I responded after a while, gulping the the knot that formed in my throat from my nerves. I took a slow sip from my mug, continuing to observe his movements in the water.

"You should've seen the way everyone was voting for you when you walked the runway. Hell, even Choi Yeonjun cast his vote," he added lost in thought, looking out at the water.

I raised my eyebrows in astonishment. The DJ can vote?

I kept my eyes on Beomgyu's, now, 4 fingers which skimmed the bubbles.

"And the way you smiled when you realized that I voted for you," he quietly giggled. I warmly smiled at the memory, setting the mug down on the ledge. His giggle had drawn my eyes up to his smiling face, eyes sparkling as he looked down at the water, and then over to meet mine.

"I'm the luckiest guy," he added, gazing directly into my eyes. I felt as though his eyes were pulling me into a trance with their dark mystery, like I was staring into the deep ocean trying to find the bottom. I looked at him in utter and complete awe.

"I'm the luckiest girl," I added, smiling as I reminisced the special moments we shared at the party. After such a long period of pure eye contact, I felt like neither of us had even blinked. Our eyes refused to break apart. I felt his warm fingers, wet from the water, skim mine, which floated by my side. My face grew hot as I watched his fingers trace over my palm.

"Can I ask you something?" he inquired, scanning my face with his dark brown eyes. All I could do was nod. The tension weighed a ton on my shoulders, practically restricting my voice box from its crushing pressure.

His slightly sucked the corner of his bottom lip into his mouth, biting at the soft skin as his eyes traveled down to my own lips.

"Can I kiss you?" he asked, his deep voice almost in a whisper. My cheeks felt like they could catch on fire with how hot they were, burning with the heat of both the steamy water and the seductive man before me. My heart strummed against my chest as the tension reached its all time high.

I slowly nodded. "Yes," I responded in a whisper, almost inaudible to the ear. But he heard it.

He bent over the ledge of the bathtub to cup the side of my face. The warmth of his touch sparked a fire within me, spreading its heat all throughout my body. His face inched close to mine ever so slowly, until the gap between our lips closed.

His soft, full lips wrapped around my own, blissfully intertwining in unison. The fire within me had sparked even more, feeling as my heart pounded with each passing moment our lips locked. Our noses brushed as he slowly pulled away from the deep kiss. I opened my eyes to meet his, which were mere inches from mine, glittering in the candlelight as they searched my own. This was the final piece to the puzzle; kissing him was something I never knew I wanted, no- needed until now. Everything felt absolutely perfect.

I crashed my lips back onto his for a second kiss, slowly intermingling our wet lips into a deep, deliciously intoxicating kiss. He came back for another, and then another, until we weren't stopping for anymore breaks. Our lips danced in one continuous kiss, enticing a steamy make out. I shifted in the tub, sitting up on my knees, not giving a shit that my naked body was now exposed. The fire burning inside me desired to be as close to him as I could. I sensed the cool air hit my torso and chest as the bubbles slid down my skin. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him even closer than before. At realization that I was sitting upright, he placed his cool hands on my bare hips, inviting goosebumps to pelt all around my body.

"Is it okay if I touch you?" he softly asked in between kisses, breathing in each other's heavy breaths. My heart fluttered at the thought of his desire to pleasure me, igniting the flame to burn hotter inside me.

"Please do," I assured him, stroking my fingers through his soft hair as we passionately kissed.

At this, he slowly ran his fingers up my back, wet with bubbles, intensifying my goosebumps even more. His hands found their way to my ass, gently grabbing a handful, before making their way down to the back of my thighs. I slightly gasped as I felt his fingers crawl up the insides of my thighs, welcoming a second heart beat. Soon he made his way to my wetness, gently rubbing my clit with two fingers in a slow, circular motion which coaxed a soft moan from my lips.

He pulled away from the kiss to watch my dazed expression, biting his lip as the sound of my moans echoing throughout the bathroom as he inserted a finger into me, pumping in and out slowly. If it couldn't get any better, he used his thumb to continue rubbing my throbbing clit as he curled his fingers up to my g-spot, a loud moan bubbling from my throat as a result. I arched my back at the immense pleasure of his fingers, holding myself steady with my firm grasp on his shoulders. I ran my fingers down his textured coat, sliding one side off of his arm and he removed the rest, falling with a gentle thud on the floor.

"Is it okay if I touch you?" I returned the question, desperate to please him as much as he was me.

"Of course," he replied against my lips in a breathy whisper.

I took that as my cue to run my hand down his torso, notifying him as to where I was headed. He sighed in delight as I rubbed a hand over the hardness that tented his pants. Just then, an idea came to me.

I gently pulled his forehead to my neck, placing my lips to his ear. "Why don't you join me?" I whispered, nibbling the corner of his ear. I sensed he was all in, when his body jolted at the sensation of my warm mouth on his ear as he began tugging at the material of his sequins tank top which glittered vibrantly against the tub wall. I helped slide his textured shirt over his head in one smooth motion, revealing the toned upper half of his body. I ran a hand down his arm, feeling his muscles under my grasp as I gave them a small squeeze. His body jolted at the sensation of my fingers down his torso, noticing as small goosebumps pelted his skin under my touch.

Then, I made my way to his light pink pants; the ones which drew my attention to his beautiful figure when I first saw him at the party. Before undoing his belt, I rubbed my palm gently over his hardened member, causing him to suck in a breath through his teeth. I looked up at him curiously as I hovered my hand over his pants, watching his eyes fill with even more need for my touch.

At the sight of his dazed expression, I made it my mission to give him all the pleasure he desired and more; to make him feel like he was on cloud 9. When I undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants, hooking a finger under the elastic of his boxers and pulling them down, his member sprung up so quickly it nearly hit my chin before pressing completely flat up against his lower stomach. His tip glistened with pre cum in the candlelight.

I couldn't believe that I had made him this hard in such a short amount of time, but at the same time, I felt the second heartbeat of my clit pulsate rapidly, creating more wetness than ever before. We both wanted each other so bad and it was so obvious by our bodily autonomy.

He stepped out of his pants, and before he could get in the tub with me, I stopped him by gently grabbing his torso, placing a trail of butterfly kisses on his hip bone. Then I trailed more kisses around, leading closer and closer to his hard-on. I looked up at him as I placed a kiss on his tip, slowly licking down his length and back up. At this, he threw his head back in pleasure, a low moan escaping his lips. I took his entire member into my mouth slowly, my lips stretching as much as they could over his size. We locked eyes as his tip hit the back of my throat, my eyes watering as I felt myself begin to choke on his length. His half open eyes glimmered with lust as he brought his hand down to grasp gently at my hair.

"Fuck- you feel so good" he moaned breathily, his deep voice making my thighs squeeze together in the water.

I swirled my tongue around his tip once more before pulling his hand down towards me, signaling for him to climb into the bathtub. He got in, kneeling down in front of me as we sweetly kissed, getting sloppier by the second. He placed his hand on my back, lowering me down to rest my head on the wall behind the tub. With his other hand, he fondled my breasts under the water, the sensation of my nipples between his fingers intensifying both of my heartbeats. He kissed my neck, trailing wet kisses all around and onto my chest, taking one of my breasts into his mouth and swirling my bud around with his tongue. I watched as his plump lips sucked bright red hickeys all over my neck, leaving me infatuated with his pretty markings on my chest.

This sensation was pure bliss, something I'd never felt before. I wasn't sure when to tell him this, though. I just kept going along with what I thought he would like, pretending like I knew what I was doing. As we kissed with him on top, I felt his rock hard member nudge my stomach, making us both aware of another option we had.

"Do you want to?..um," I asked hesitantly into his lips, unsure of his response. But with each of our heart rates beating as quick as the other's, what we both wanted was obvious.

"That's only if you're comfortable with it," he added reassuringly, reaching up to stroke my chin before placing a soft kiss onto my lips. I searched deeply into the smoky abyss of his eyes, knowing for sure this was something I wanted to do. But there was something I needed to tell him first.

"Um...Gyu. There's something I need to tell you," I looked away, unsure of how to formulate the words. He nodded as he awaited me to continue, comfortingly stroking my jaw with the back of his nails.

"I've never um.. this is my first time," I finally concluded, gazing expectancy into his eyes.

He gazed back into mine, taking a deep breath through his swollen lips. "Me too."

At this, I realized that all of my assumptions about him had been wrong. The times he got upset when I assumed he had been with other girls; it all made sense now. Something in my stomach unraveled, feeling relieved that we would both be inexperienced together. I wrapped an arm around his neck, pulling him into my chest, wrapping my arms around his soft back into a tight hug.

"Let's have our first experience together," I smiled against his frizzy, sweet scented hair.

"We'll take it slow," he added, his mouth tickling my skin. I kissed his lips deeply, both excited and anxious for what was to come. Although I haven't known him for long, I don't think time really matters, what matters to me is how comfortable this boy makes me feel. I felt I could trust him with my whole life; the warmth which cradles my heart at the sight of him says it all.

He pulled away, reaching his arm out of the bathtub to the floor where his pink coat and tank top lay in a heap, fumbling with the pocket of his coat for a moment before pulling out a small, pink bag with red hearts on it. To my guess, it looked like a party favor from tonight. He gave me a quick glance as I tilted my head in curiosity at what was in the bag. Once the strings were untied, he pulled out a small square package which shimmered gold in the candlelight. I quickly realized that it was a condom wrapper, making my cheeks flush at the thought of his dick which would shortly be buried deep inside of me. I was also happy to see that he was prepared and respected me enough to use protection. My heart fluttered for him.

I acknowledged his mindfulness with a smile, my curiosity still peaked at whatever else was in the bag.

"What else is in the bag, Gyu? I wasn't able to get my hands on a party favor," I inquired, eyeing the pink bag. He pursed his lips at my question, mouth curled as he was trying to contain a laugh. He rummaged through the bag, hesitant to pull out whatever else was in there. He handed me the bag, letting out a deep laugh in embarrassment as I pulled out several small bottles of flavored lube. I looked up at him with a laugh of my own.

"Its just funny that the party favors were my idea. Someone who's never had sex," he giggled into his the back of his hand. I couldn't help but chuckle at his cuteness. I examined the colorful arrangement of lube, about 6 different flavors ranging from cherry to apple, all intriguing me with their seemingly yummy mystery.

"We can try those if you want..." his voice emerged, trailing off as if he wasn't sure what to say. I liked the idea, nodding my head excitedly as I rubbed small circles on his thigh with my free hand. We both sat there in the water momentarily and I was sure that we both had the same burning question in mind.

"Will the condom work underwater?" I finally asked, doing the both of us a favor by relieving the silence. I had a feeling that he wanted to seem know what he was doing, but when it came to a condom in the water, he was just about as clueless as I was. We both shrugged, giggling as the question dawned over us.

"I'll just drain the water down a bit just in case," he reached behind him, pulling the plug out of the drain, causing the sudsy water to begin disappearing by the minute. Feeling the moment begin to heat up again as I caught him flick his eyes down to my tits, I stuffed the colorful bottles back into the pink bag, setting it on the ledge. As the water slowly drained, I inched closer to him, watching his plump lips glisten in the candlelight as I sweetly pressed mine to his. His tongue licked my bottom lip, asking for permission to enter my mouth. I gave him access, both our tongues now dancing in unison, tasting every bit of him.

His hands traveled all around my body, trailing down my sides and back up, he took one of my hands into his, tightly interlacing his fingers with mine, connecting us on a deeper level. I felt small chills form on my upper half as I noticed most of the warm water had drained, now barely filling the tub enough to cover our thighs. Noticing the water level, he put the plug back in the drain, a cloud of bubbles left in the tub along with the shallow pool of water. Our lips clashed back together like a magnet, feeling my stomach fill with nerves as I sensed what was coming. I pulled him closer, chests pressed together as the moment heated up all the more. Small moans filled the steamy air, both of us getting off just by kissing and slowly grinding against each other.

Lips connected, I sat up, guiding him so that he now sat upright against the tub wall; the opposite of how we had been before. Our noses brushed as I spread my legs over his, situating myself so that I now straddled him. He pulled away from my lips when my breasts hit his chin, drawing his attention to my chest. He buried his face in between my tits, using his hands to grope both of them lightly, fascinated by how they glistened in the candlelight. I watched him, getting more turned on my the second. He looked up at me innocently as he used the tip of his tongue to flick up and down on my nipple, coaxing an echoey moan from my lips at the sight, my mouth agape as I watched him in awe.

"Mhm, you like that?" his deep voice vibrated against my nipple as he spoke in the sexiest tone, my moans growing louder at the sheer sensuality of everything. Everything about him was perfect; his large, doe eyes filled with galaxies, gazing at me intensely, his full lips as he moved them across my chest, voice thick like honey, his blonde hair, now dark blonde as wet strands clung to his forehead. He was like- out of a dream. But this wasn't a dream; he was here with me right now, whispering dirty things across my skin as our hot breaths filled the musky air.

I cupped the side of his face, moving my lips to his neck as I kissed and sucked love bites on his soft, damp skin. His deep groan echoed in the bathroom as I slowly rocked over his rock hard dick, trying to get myself off by grinding my clit against his tip. I moaned against his neck as my throbbing clit found its way to where I wanted it; the sensation of the veins on his cock feeling fucking amazing against my desperate clit.

I pulled away from his neck, turning to face him only to find that he had placed the wrapped condom between his puffy lips, the sight seducing me even further. My heart raced profusely as he shut an eye in a sultry wink at me, the corner of his lips twitching upward. It reminded me of the time we danced at the party; the sexy expressions he made simply made me melt.

"You're so fucking hot," I admitted, pulling his chin closer to me as I bit the corner of the wrapper with my teeth, both of us turning our heads to rip the top off of the wrapper, being careful not to rip the condom. Once it was open, he pulled the condom out with two fingers, discarding the empty wrapper on the bathroom floor by his coat. He slid his hand down my back, bringing me closer to him as he sweetly kissed my lips one last time.

I sat up, a small string of my wetness stretching from his tip to my clit, connecting both of us. He hummed at the sight, a sexy grin on his lips as he used his finger to collect some of the wetness from my folds, sending a shiver up my spine at his touch. He brought his wet fingers to his lips, slowly licking them clean as his gaze boarded deeply into mine. My mouth fell agape at the sight, he really knew all the things to turn me the fuck on. I could hardly breath at the mere sight of him licking his fingers clean of my arousal.

"Fuck.." was what managed to fall past my lips as I watched him, drunk off of his aura. A deep giggle bubbled from his throat as he grinned, bringing me out of my daze as a small smile spread across my lips at the sound of his adorable laugh.

A sudden rush of serotonin coursed through my veins as I sat there on top of him, his face too perfect for this world. "Gyu!!" I jumped suddenly in his lap in excitement, using one of my fingers to pinch his cheeks. I was simply overwhelmed by his duality- how he can be so damn sexy one moment and the most adorable boy the next. His smile grew wider, pearly white teeth making an appearance through his lips.

"What!" his voice had shifted from a deep sexy one into a higher pitched one, my heart melting from his cuteness. I looked away for a second, searching my thoughts of what I wanted to say. There was something deep inside of me that I needed to get out so desperately; and now seemed like the perfect time.

"I.. really like you," my cheeks flushed crimson, surprised at the sound of my own words leave my mouth. When my eyes traveled hesitantly back up to his, they were bigger and even more sparkly than before, his cheeks burning brightly. He crashed his lips into mine, the kiss filled with pure love and emotion. He exhaled from his nose, using his other hand to sweetly cup the side of my face. When he slowly pulled away, his eyes centimeters away from mine, I could swear I was lost in outer space; thousands of stars and galaxies engulfing me with their mystery. My starry eyed boy. So perfect, I almost wanted to cry at how much joy poured into my heart in this very moment.

"And I really really like you," he replied, the tense nerves in my stomach releasing at the sound of his voice fill my ears. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling his forehead to mine. It was astonishing to me just how quickly we admitted our liking of one another, even after just being lab partners for one day and sharing some moments at his party. But I knew I was certain. It was something that goes beyond words, beyond what the eye can see. Its what I feel deep in my heart, and I'm sure his heart feels it too, as I felt it beating quickly through his chest against mine. I love this boy. So. Much.

I brought my lips to his again, both of our passion obvious as our tongues glided over each other's perfectly. His hand gingerly traveled over my collarbones, then over my chest again, the sensation of his long fingers over my nipples bringing a certain heat to my body, taking over my senses again. It didn't take long for the moment to catch fire again as I grasped a few locks of his hair between my fingers at the pleasure he was giving me just by slightly stroking my chest. He used his thumb to rub small circles on my clit, then slowly moved his thumb to my opening, pushing it deeply inside of me which made me moan loudly at the feeling. He pumped his thumb in and out at an excruciatingly slow pace, my jaw falling at the sight of his lip between his teeth as he watched me.

"How about I replace this with something else?" his darkened eyes focused on mine as he pulled his thumb out of me, licking it clean. All I could do was nod, my throat releasing small moans at the sight of his sultry expression.

Both of our attention focused down to his hand as he placed the condom on his tip, his painfully hard dick twitching as he slowly unraveled the condom down to the base of his shaft, the latex now wrapped snuggly on him. I grabbed his thumb, which he had sucked clean of my juices and put it in my own mouth, tasting a mixture of his saliva and my arousal swirl around in my mouth. He watched me through several strands of blonde hair which had fallen over his eyes, licking his lips at the sight of me sensually sucking his thumb.

His thumb still in my mouth, I lifted myself off of him slightly, using my other hand to position his tip on my clit, rubbing it in circular motions over my throbbing wetness. Nothing but the slick sounds of his tip on my clit and both of our soft moans filled the air. He slowly removed his thumb from my mouth and moved it to his own, licking the concoction of juices and our saliva off.

He sat up, pulling me closer to him as I moaned into his lips, it taking everything in me not to just completely sit down on his cock. I wanted to make sure he was ready, and I was sure it would probably hurt a bit since it was my first time, considering he was also pretty big. A part of me hoped it wouldn't hurt too bad but another part desperately needed to feel him stretch me out right here right now.

"Gyu I think I'm ready," I breathily moaned against his lips, my fingers crawling up his back. He hummed against my lips, kissing them once more before looking me in the eyes.

"Please take your time," he reassured me in a sweet voice, running his fingers through my hair as he sat back against the tub wall, keeping his eyes focused on my every move. He rubbed small circles on either side of my hips as I sat up on my knees, positioning his tip at my entrance. I sat down slowly, feeling as his warmth of his tip crept into my walls, slowly stretching me out as I sat all the way down on his cock. I gasped as I felt him twitch inside me, a deep moan escaping his lips and echoing through the bathroom. My mouth falling open as I slowly moved back up, both of us watching as his my labia stretched around his dick as I rocked up and down, increasing speed as I bounced on his thighs. He sat up, pressing his chest to mine, eyes rolling back in pleasure. The pleasure surely outweighed the pain as I could feel his length massaging my g-spot, causing a high-pitched moan to escape my throat.

"Beom- oh fuck you feel amazing," I managed to murmur into his plump lips as his mouth was also agape, sharing one breath as we moaned loudly, sure enough to be heard outside of the bathroom. He lowly hung his head in my chest as he shut his eyes closed at the immense pleasure of my tight warmth around his dick. I inhaled his hair, the scent of his shampoo and the lavender bubbles swirling perfectly in my nose.

The small slaps of skin from my ass on his thighs echoed throughout the bathroom as the sloshing from the water in the tub intensified as I increased my pace. I felt his teeth on my neck as he nipped at my skin, leaving red marks on my collarbones, intensifying the pleasure all the more. I spelled out his name by grinding against him, his tip hitting all the right spots as I circled my hips around, nearly wanting to scream at the immense pleasure. My tits bounced against his face as he hung his head low, taking one of my nipples into his mouth, the warm feeling of his tongue swirling on the sensitive bud sending shivers all around my body.

"You're fucking me so good," he moaned against my breasts, his dirty talk making me more fucked out than ever before. I threw my head back in pleasure, shutting my eyes, on cloud 9 at how he made me feel. His hands wrapped around my body, finding a comfortable home on my ass as he squeezed at the skin, using one of his hands to spank one of my cheeks causing a loud slap of skin to echo in the bathroom. I moaned louder than before, picking my pace up as fast as I had ever gone, feeling a knot begin to form in my stomach as his dick slammed perfectly into me every time.

"I wanna watch your pretty face as you ride me," he moaned, gently pulling my head down to his face as he was nearly out of breath. "You look so good," I returned his compliment as I breathily moaned into his lips, 100% honest as the sight of his beautifully fucked out expression was about to send me over the edge. With both hands, he gripped the sides my waist, helping me out by fucking into me. My thighs were burning with soreness, but I didn't give a shit, the pleasure outweighed the pain.

"Gyu I think i'm gonna cu-" was all I could say before he started pounding into me harder than ever before, his thighs meeting mine with the slap of skin as he fucked me at the fastest pace he could, the water from the tub raining on us as it sloshed around violently. It drove me crazy how vocal he was, his moans as loud as mine as they echoed beautifully throughout the large room. Our voices harmonized, strings of profanities leaving our lips as we both came simultaneously. Feeling his dick twitch inside of me, the knot in my stomach unravelling deliciously as a wave of ecstasy washed over my body, back arching as I rode out my high.

We both huffed into a sloppy, passion filled kiss as he wrapped his arms around me into a tight embrace. I giggled into his lips as his soft hair ticked the sensitive skin of my neck, feeling his lips form into a tiny smile. I ruffled his hair with a hand, pecking both of his cheeks excitedly. I felt the happiest with him, and now we felt so much closer than ever before.

"That was amazing.. you felt so good Gyu," I puffed my cheeks, raising my eyebrows at the memory of his dick inside me. The feeling was addicting, especially because it was him. He giggled, swiping his thumb over my lips, removing some of the saliva from the messy make out.

"You felt like heaven," he replied, softly biting my bottom lip as he sweetly kissed me. We sat there for a moment, coming down from our high as our breathing returned to normal, just examining each other, placing small, loving kisses everywhere imaginable on one another's faces. I noticed that his eyeliner was completely gone now, wiped away from the sweat and water from the tub. I gawked over his beautifully bare face. After a while, he broke the silence with a suggestion that caught my attention.

"Lets go to my room," he whispered against my lips, my head quickly nodding in excitement. We both climbed out of the tub, my legs instantly weak and trembling as I stood up, earning a laugh from him. He wrapped a fresh, linen scented towel around me from behind, helping me dry off. He ruffled the towel through his blonde locks, the sight so sexy that it didn't take long for wetness to return to my core. He draped the towel around his neck as he stood there naked, such a beautiful sight I couldn't help but stare. He slowly pranced over to me, my neck swiveling up to look at him the closer he got to me. He pressed his warm, naked body to mine, slowly inching his lips closer to my ear. My heart raced.

"You looked so gorgeous bouncing on my cock," his deep voice melted into my brain, sending so many shivers up my spine and pelting all over my body. He gave my neck an irresistible smooch before locking his dark eyes with mine. Before I could say anything, he hooked an arm under my leg, swiftly picking me up for the second time tonight, this time my legs wrapped around his waist as I straddled him, his hands on my ass to support me. I giggled at the sudden surprise. He walked, using one of his hands to open the bathroom door, kicking it open with his foot. He carried me through the cold air of his house, the white, marble walls and warm lighting providing a beautiful, spacious elegance to the place.

Soon, we arrived at the wooden door of his bedroom, soft light trickling out from the space under the door. He nudged the door open with his foot, revealing the warm glow of his room. As he walked over to set me on his bed, I looked around, taking in all of the pretty wooden accents, candles, and fairy lights that adorned his walls. The sweet pumpkin spice scent of his room engulfed my senses, bringing a nostalgic feeling as it went so well with the cozy ambiance. He set me down on the soft, plaid gray comforter of his medium-sized bed next to a few plushies which were excruciatingly adorable. An acoustic guitar hung on the wall straight ahead, as well as old records which decorated the cream-colored walls like black coffee with the perfect amount of sweet cream. It was all such an aesthetically beautiful sight, giving me a brand new aspect of the Beomgyu I know and love, my heart fluttering even more for him.

"Wow your room is so pretty, Gyu!" I exclaimed as I looked around, dazzled by the decor. I felt even more comfortable here than in my own home, the atmosphere was simply so inviting; I never wanted to leave. He plopped down on the bed next to me, our naked bodies pressing together as he smiled at me at my compliment.

"Not as pretty as you," he replied, caressing my cheek with his thumb. I pressed my lips to his at his darling compliment, filling my heart with joy and butterflies. Without pulling away from my lips, he climbed on top of me as I lay back on the pillowy comforter, his hand hooked around my thigh as his member hardened against my stomach. He hovered over me, hands creating an indent in the mattress by my sides where he held himself up. He placed his lips under my chin, kissing a long strand of kisses from my neck, in between my breasts, and down to my stomach. He nudged at the inside of my thigh, signaling me to spread my legs even wider than they already were. I spread them wide enough to fit his broad shoulders between them, shuddering as he began to kiss all the way down my thigh, arching my back as his warm breath grew closer to my wetness.

He placed the tip of his tongue at the base of my opening, licking a long stripe all the way up to my throbbing clit, hissing through my teeth at the amazing sensation his tongue had to offer. A moan escaped my lips as he flicked his tongue quickly against my clit, pulsating the tip of his tongue in tune with the pulsations of my heartbeat. What made it even hotter was that he looked up at me through the stray pieces on his forehead, his smoky eyes mixed with the sight of him completely devouring my pussy making me want to scream. Keeping his eyes on mine, he shook his head, burying his tongue deeper into me as his nose breathed in my scent.

I maneuvered myself up with my elbows to get a better view of him eating me out, not able to get enough of him. If it couldn't get any better, he stopped momentarily, pulling a pink bag out of his drawer; a party favor. He offered me the bag, and remembering what we had planned earlier, pulled out all of the bottles of flavored lube, arranging them in my palm for him to take his pick.

"Cherry please!" he chimed, happily taking the red bottle from my palm. I giggled as I put the bottles off to the side, focusing my attention back onto him. He unscrewed the lid of the small bottle, pouring a small amount on my clit, slightly flinching as the cold liquid dribbled down to my entrance. I sucked my bottom lip into my teeth at the arousing feeling. Using two fingers, he spread the liquid all over my clit and my entrance, moaning at the sensation of the cold liquid warming up by the second against my heat.

"Mmmh, you look so good," he hummed in a gentle voice, flicking his dazed eyes up to mine. I watched as he slowly slid his middle finger into my entrance, the extra lubrication making my jaw drop, soon becoming a moaning mess as he curled his finger up to my g-spot. "Oh yes" I moaned over and over again making high pitched sounds as he added his ring finger, making a deeper come here motion. His eyes never leaving mine, he began flicking his tongue on my clit, quickening his pace as his fingers maintained slow and steady pumps, fucking into me sweetly.

My mouth opened even wider at the heavenly sensation coming from his tongue and fingers, the low moans coming from his mouth vibrating against my clit, heightening my senses to the max. He removed his fingers and placed his open mouth over my entire pussy, sucking up all of my juices and licking long stripes from the base of my opening to my clit, swirling his tongue around deliciously.

"You taste amazing- with and without the lube," he breathed against my clit. "You feel fucking amazing Gyu," I quickly replied through my teeth, feeling out of breath at the sensation. He rubbed his index and middle fingers along my folds, sliding my clit in between them, applying slight pressure as he continued to rub up and down. The sensation of my clit sliding smoothly between his fingers made my eyes roll back, the familiar ball returning to my core as I felt my climax approaching. "Oh my god Gyu right there," I moaned loudly, notifying him of the immense pleasure his fingers were providing me.

At my request, he kept going, picking up the pace as my legs began to twitch at the sensation of the knot growing tighter in my stomach. I sensed the bed slightly shift when he climbed over me, his fingers still massaging clit perfectly. With his free hand, he poured a tiny bit of the cherry lube over my nipples and I gasped at the cool liquid drip down the most sensitive part of my chest. He then rubbed the slick liquid over both of my nipples simultaneously, stretching his thumb and ring finger to play with both of my nipples at the same time with his one free hand.

I buried the side of my head roughly into the mattress, inhaling the clean scent of his comforter as he simultaneously played with my pussy and nipples, intoxicating me with immense pleasure. I could've sworn I was floating on a cloud, feeling so overtaken with rupture that I couldn't even form a sentence. The walls of his house were quite used to my moans by now and anyone who might hear us from outside most definitely knew his name, due to the fact it left my lips every minute. His name quickly became my favorite name in the world, I felt I could never get tired of hearing or saying it.

"Beomgyu you're gonna make me cum I'm so close," I moaned, biting at the skin on my arm which surely would leave dark bite marks. He smiled at my words, striving to make me finish as he quickened the pace of his fingers and began licking the lube off of my tits, swirling his saliva around on each of my nipples which he knew would send me over the edge; and it did. As I released onto his fingers, he placed his lips on mine, devouring my loud moans as his tongue explored my mouth, the subtle taste of sweet cherries on his lips. My body became extremely relaxed under him as I came down from my high, a euphoric smile finding its way onto my face.

"You really know all the right places, you sure it's your first time?" I giggled jokingly, stroking his soft cheek as he licked his wet lips. A mischievous smile formed on his lips at my inquiry.

"Of course, silly!" he leaned down to peck my lips as an adorable laugh bubbled from his throat. I really couldn't get enough of his laugh, ever since the first time I saw him smile, I had fallen in love with it. In love with him.

"Your turn," I jumped up, wrapping him into my arms as I wrestled him so that he now laid on his back, me on top of him. He rose an eyebrow, a small grimace on his face as he saw me from a new view, my boobs more prominent from this angle. He bit his bottom lip at the sight of me, and I felt his dick twitch underneath my as it practically begged to be touched. I excitedly reached for the pink bag that lay on the edge of the bed. Weighing the 5 options, I ended up going for the strawberry flavor.

"Gyu, close your eyes!" I decided to play a little guessing game with him, refraining to show him the bottle until his eyes were shut. He smiled, curiosity on his face as he fluttered his eyes shut, pressing them tightly together in anticipation. Using this as my chance, I scooted off of him, making myself comfortable on the bed by his hips, gazing at his perfect naked body. I trailed my fingers along his thigh, inviting small goosebumps to form under my fingertips.

His dick was pressed flush against his stomach, a bead of pre cum glistening in the warm lighting of his room, waiting to be licked off. I used the tip of my tongue to gently lick the bead off, tasting every bit of him on my tastebuds. He bit down on his lip as he shifted around on the bed in anticipation for what was next. Unscrewing the lid of the tiny pink bottle, I drizzled a small amount onto his tip, watching as the thin liquid dripped down his entire length, the sight making my mouth water at how good his dick looked. I concluded that I was in love with every bit of him, from head to toe, even his dick was sexy. I am most definitely whipped for this boy.

He placed a hand under his head as his eyes were still sewn shut, the sight of his exposed armpit, his relaxed face, and his body right next to me turned me on so much, he was simply so beautiful. I capped the bottle, rolling it aside before propping myself up on my knees, holding my hair in my fist to prepare myself to go down on him. I started by kissing the warm skin of his thighs, inhaling his scent as I trailed up to his member, licking up his length before swirling my tongue over his sensitive tip.

I enjoyed the sour, yet sweet flavor of the strawberry lube, but either way I was addicted to the way every bit of him tasted, naturally. His deep moans filled the room, not echoing so much like in the bathroom, but still loud enough to make my clit throb at the very sound of his voice. I wrapped my lips around his length tightly, sucking my cheeks in to make him feel as much pleasure as possible. Then, before continuing, I removed my mouth from his dick with a pop, moving over to place my lips on his to continue our little guessing game. His tongue immediately entered my mouth, swirling around mine as he tried his best to pick up as much of the flavor as possible.

"Hmmmm... strawberry?" he questioned as he peeked at me through one eye. I clapped my hands together, nodding my head excitedly to signal his success. He smiled, fluttering both his eyes open.

"Now you get a very special prize for guessing it right," I chimed, giving his lips a peck and I winked at him, making my way back down to my spot in between his legs. He adjusted himself as he propped himself up on his elbows, gazing down at me.

"Now I get to watch your pretty face," he said in an endearing voice, giggling as he gave me an adorable smile, making my heart pound. I smiled as I positioned myself in between calves, now facing his hardened member as it glistened in the warm light, veins making their appearance as he grew harder by the second. I was destined to try something new, unsure of how to do it, but I felt comfortable and free of judgement with Beomgyu so I just tried my best. He watched me, fascinated as I squeezed my boobs together with both of my hands, positioning them over his dick. I slid his member in between my tits, forming a small pearl of spit on my lips, spitting on his tip to create more lubrication. He looked at me in awe, his mouth agape as a loud moan escaped his throat.

"Oh my fuck-" He threw his head back, his adam's apple bobbing up and down every time he released a moan. I quickened my pace, squeezing my tits together harder to form more pressure for him, causing his groans to grow even louder. He looked back down at me, totally infatuated as his eyes traveled from his cock stuffed in between my tits, to my eyes, gazing up at him innocently. He almost wanted to cum just at the sight.

I began licking his tip every time it peaked through the top of my breasts, swirling my tongue perfectly in unison with the thrusts. His eyebrows furrowed upward in pleasure as he made the most fucked out expression, clutching the comforter roughly in his fists. "Fuck fuck fuck!" was what he managed to groan out, along with other profanities mixed with the sweet sound of my name leave his lips. I had no idea how wet I was until I could practically hear the wet sound of my thighs sticking together. I squeezed my thighs together tightly in attempt to get myself off at the sight and sound of sexy moans combined with his absolutely fucked expression, his lip between his teeth biting at the skin roughly.

"I want you to come all over my face, Gyu," I breathily moaned as my clit began to throb between my thighs at the mere thought of him releasing all over my face. This provoked a loud grunt from his throat as he raked a hand through his hair, revealing his forehead. He looked so damn sexy, I just wanted to give him as much pleasure as I could, make him feel as good as he makes me feel. He lazily nodded his head as his eyes rolled back, shutting them tightly as he began thrusting his hips into my breasts. I reached out to grab his hand, feeling as he quickly grasped my fingers in a death grip, his other hand bunching the sheets so roughly I thought he was going to tear it apart.

He began fucking into my tits even harder as I messily licked his tip, enticing loud moans from the both of us. I figured that whenever I moaned against him, my voice vibrated against his tip, making his back arch in pleasure so I moaned louder, his thrusts becoming sloppier by the second as he was reaching his climax. He made the sexiest expression I had ever seen him make as soon as he reached his peak, we locked eyes and he opened his mouth as a loud, husky moan reverberated through the room. Soon, his cum began shooting out of his tip, messily drizzling all over my face, decorating me in its milky warmth. I opened my mouth, sticking my tongue out to receive every last drop that shot out of his twitching dick, some dripping onto my chest as I used my finger to scoop it up and lick it clean.

He simply stared at me in awe, huffing as he came down from his high, watching me through messy pieces of hair that covered his eyebrows. I licked my lips clean, feeling as his cum was now running down my face and getting onto his comforter. I tried to stop it from dripping, so I frantically cupped my hands to try and catch as much of it as I could, enticing a teasing laugh from him as he watched me panic.

"Here let me clean you up," he giggled, jumping off his bed to grab the towel we used earlier from the bath. He returned, wiping my face clean of his cum, and I licked my fingers clean, the sexual tension returning as I looked up at him innocently as I licked my fingers off one by one. My legs were incredibly weak, shaking as my swollen clit throbbed rapidly between my folds. I felt dizzily in need of his touch, grabbing his shoulder, I stood on my tip toes to press my lips desperately to his, puffy from biting down on them.

"Did you like fucking my tits?" I whispered against his throat, licking a stripe from the side of his neck up to his ear, nibbling lightly on the spot below his upper lobe piercing. I felt him shudder under my hot breath, his hand roughly groping my ass as the sexual tension reached its all time high. Now that we weren't virgins anymore, we had both gained more confidence with each other, willing to try anything and everything. Right now I wanted him to fuck me senseless.

"Your tits are so perfect. All of you is perfect," he muttered breathily into my lips, his eyes darkening like the deep ocean at night, a certain mystery washing over his aura as he gripped my ass tighter than before. I trailed my fingers across his back, pressing my chest tightly to his, watching his eyes travel down and back up, gazing at me sensually. Just the feeling of his eyes on my bare skin left me wanting more; wanting all of him. I kissed his cheek sweetly, blowing into his ear, "Only for you," which left his mouth slightly parted, tongue between his teeth. My clit was throbbing, swelling by the minute begging to be massaged by his perfect fingers. We both had an aura of mystery surrounding us, neither one of us able to tell what the other was thinking. Neither of us fought to be dominant; we both were.

"I want you to fuck me so deeply into the mattress that it leaves an imprint of my body. Can you fuck me that hard, Gyu?" My voice trailed deeply into his ear, making him hungrier for the taste of my skin by the second.

"I'll fuck you so hard you'll forget your own name," his deep voice husked against my skin, pressing messy kisses all over my neck as his hands grasped at my lower back, picking me up in one swift motion. I wrapped my legs around his bare hips, feeling his cock pressed against his stomach, already rock hard even though he came moments ago. To my surprise, he didn't carry me to the bed, but over to his dresser, where he set me down on the smooth wood, feeling its surface cool my ass.

"I'm gonna fuck you on every piece of furniture I own," his voice sounded deeper than before, eyes darkening as he looked at me with pure lust. He looked as sexy as always, but in this moment I felt I would simply pass away by how fucking hot he looked as his hair messily fell over the beads of sweat on his forehead, eyes fierce, lips plump, and his aura had me intoxicated. Noticing the condom in his hand, my eyes darkened at the idea of taking him raw, my mouth watering at the thought of being able to feel every little twitch, vein, and throb of his cock.

"Fuck me raw," was all I said, a sliver of concern washing over his features.

"Are you sure?" he asked in a serious tone as eyes widened at my request. I nodded, not an ounce of concern since I had been on the pill for over a year to help regulate my period. There was nothing to worry about, plus I trusted him to pull out anyway.

"I trust you, Choi Beomgyu," the sound of his full name made his face soften, a small smile on his lips as discarded the condom. His fingers trailed up the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, his sweet smile turning into a smirk as the familiar darkening of his eyes resurfaced. With both of his thumbs, he spread out my folds, getting a good look at my soaking wet pussy, licking his lips at the sight. I crashed my lips into his, having been deprived of his touch for the short amount of time his hands weren't on my body. I was addicted to him, feeling euphoric as his hands roughly grasped at the pillowy skin of my thighs.

I left a wet spot on his dresser, becoming unbelievably drenched by the second. I wrapped my legs around his lower back, pressing him closer to me, desperately trying to rub my clit against his dick. When he noticed how desperate I was, a glint of mischief became visible on his face as he held my hips in place to stop me from going any further. He grabbed his cock in his other hand, slowly rubbing his tip in circles over my swollen clit, not applying any pressure which made me whine out. He watched me squirm as he slowed his pace even more, teasing me as he tapped his tip lightly on my entrance.

"Fuck Beomgyu, please- I need you to stuff me full," I whined with begging eyes as he grinned mischievously at me, lifting one eyebrow as listened to my pleads. My heart raced as I anticipated the moment.

"Like this?" he gave in to my request, suddenly thrusting his bare cock into me, watching as his length disappeared all the way into my soaking wet pussy. I tightened around him, the feeling of him stretching me out causing my high pitched moans to fill his room. He began thrusting into me hard and deep, just the way I needed it. I rested my head back against the wall, gripping at the wood of his dresser, the perfect height for him to fuck into me, considering how tall he is.

He placed his palm next to my hip, leaning into the dresser as he towered over me, hungry eyes gazing deeply into mine as he thrusted into me deeply. Our breaths intermingled as both of our moans filled the warm air, grabbing onto his muscular arm as I dug my finger nails into his skin, leaving behind little crescent shapes. He licked a stripe up my neck, then kissed over it, sucking bruising hickeys all over my neck. A string of profanities left my lips as he thrusted so hard into me, my legs wrapped tightly around his waist as the sound of skin slapping echoed throughout his room. He thumbed at my clit, the sensation sending a chill up my spine at how good it felt.

Just as I felt myself climbing towards my climax, his hands reached around my back, hooking an arm under my thigh as he picked me up off the dresser, still fucking into me as he carried me across his room. He slammed my back against the wall with a thud, pressing my bare skin against the cold cream-colored paint. Hooking both arms under my thighs, he held me snuggly against the wall as he continued fucking into me, chest pressed to mine. This position felt so hot, making me ten times more turned on.

"Holy shit you feel so good," he moaned against my neck, his warm breath huffing against my chest. I felt droplets of his sweat drop onto my skin, mixing with my own sweat as evidence of just how hot the moment was. I was a moaning mess, tits bouncing as he held me firmly against the wall, fucking me hard and fast. For this being our first night losing our virginity, I was shocked at the fact this boy was fucking me against the wall, but I had no complaints at all- it felt perfect. I inhaled his damp hair, matted down with sweat as his room grew hotter by the second.

"Where do you want me to fuck you next?" he huffed against my ear, husky voice spilling into my brain, back arching as I felt his dick twitch against my walls as he moaned out in pleasure. I looked over his broad shoulder, searching around his room for our next destination. I spotted a medium sized coffee table next to a velvet chair, which could potentially serve as two places in one. Bingo.

"On the coffee table," I moaned against his shoulder as he gave me a few last thrusts before securing an arm tightly around my back as he pulled away from the wall. My stretched out pussy felt empty when he suddenly pulled out of me, setting me down on the floor in front of the brown coffee table.

"Turn around for me," he whispered into my lips as he kissed them deliciously. I did as he said and pressed my back to his chest as I turned around, facing the coffee table, which came up to about my hips. I felt his palm gently push my back down towards the table, bending me over. I understood where this was going as I pressed my chest to the cool wooden surface, arching my back and giving my ass a small shake as I felt a hand come down across my ass cheek, the spanking sound filling his room. I looked back over my shoulder as he reached a hand around to my throat gently squeezing, not too hard, but enough for me to moan out in pleasure at the feeling.

Suddenly, I felt his tip rub up and down between my folds before he pushed his entire length into me, the sound of my ass slapping against his thighs noticeable amongst both of our moans. Both of his hands fell to my hips as he tightly gripped them in place, fucking into me at the fastest pace he had ever gone. The way he stretched me out, thrusting into me so hard and deep had my eyes watering in pleasure, my moans echoing against the hollow wood of the coffee table.

I looked over my shoulder at him, witnessing as his head was thrown back in pleasure, his sharp jawline visible from this angle, causing me to bite down on my lip. His mouth fell agape when I began fucking myself against his cock, increasing our speed by a lot. His eyes fluttered opened as they met mine, locking as we both wore the most fucked out expressions. I moved one of his hands over to my face, stuffing a few of his fingers into my mouth as I sucked on them. The sight had him biting down on his entire bottom lip, now red and bruised from how much he had been biting it. I grabbed both of his hands, placing them on my breasts and he held onto them, using them as leverage as he fucked me hard against the table. He leaned over me, meeting my lips as I looked at him over my shoulder, placing his wet lips against mine in a sloppy kiss. An idea occurred to me as I spotted the velvet chair next to us.

"How about I ride you on that velvet chair?" I asked against his lips, the idea appealing to him as he immediately pulled out, doing his best to last as long as possible. I pushed him down onto the chair, the soft purple velvet soothing my skin as I climbed over him, crashing my lips onto him as I sat down completely down on his cock. I bounced on him with a steady pace, moaning into his lips as we desperately kissed, a strings of saliva connecting both of us as we came up for a breath. He threw his head back as I quickened my pace, bouncing mercilessly on his rock hard cock, intoxicated with the way he stretched me out, hitting my g-spot every time. His dick was too good.

"Y/n I'm really sorry but I'm so close-" he moaned, eyes shut tightly as his mouth fell open at the sheer pleasure my pussy was providing him.

"No, don't apologize Beomie, lets finish on the bed," I cooed, rubbing the side of his face as I felt my climax approaching as well. He opened his eyes, looking at me in utter desire to unleash at any second.

He stood up from the chair, picking me up with him and carried me over to the bed before setting me on the edge. I laid back as he placed my legs on either side of his shoulders, his dick plowing as deeply into me as he had been. His chest met mine as he moaned into my lips, his pace quickening as I felt his dick begin to violently twitch inside of me, perfectly hitting my g-spot, sending my body over the edge. He pulled out as warm cum drizzled all over my stomach, using his hand to aim into my mouth as I opened wide, waiting for his warm release to drip onto my tongue. I licked every last drop from his tip, placing soft kisses on his cock as he huffed, both of our chests heaving up and down at how tired we were from fucking all night.

I was a sweaty mess, covered in every last drop of Beomgyu's cum. And he was.. well.. just a sweaty mess. A hot, sweaty mess.

As our breathing regulated, we both let out a breathy laugh at what we had just done. "You did indeed fuck me against every piece of furniture you own," I raised my eyebrows, admitting to what had just happened, hearing his deep laugh as he cleaned my chest up with the same towel from earlier.

"I always keep my word," he smiled, shrugging his shoulders as he rubbed small circles on my cheek. As he finished cleaning me up, he bunched the towel, discarding it in the corner by a small pile of his dirty clothes, plopping down next to me with a thud on the bed. I rolled over to face him, and he did the same, an arm holding our heads up as we gazed at each other. He traced his fingertips down my side affectionately as we talked about the events of the night, including the party and how we were excited to go back to school and continue working on the lab project together, laughing at the thought of Mr. Kang catching us. His eyes lit up as he talked to me, gazing deeply into mine as he paid attention to every little thing I said, making my heart nearly beat out of my chest.

Not able to contain my love, I jumped on him, wrapping my arms around his neck into a tight hug as I straddled him, getting an even better grip on him. He giggled at my sudden gesture, wrapping his arms around my upper back, smiling against my skin.

"Thank you for today, Gyu," I mumbled into his shoulder, pulling away to face him. He looked at me with his large, dark brown eyes, deeply searching mine as I searched his. "No. Thank you for coming into my life," he remarked in almost a whisper, slowly pressing his lips onto mine, kissing me so deeply.

He leaned over to flick the light of his lamp off, only leaving the subtle glow of the fairy lights to illuminate his pretty room. We snuggled under the covers like two excited kids on Christmas Eve, feeling euphoric as we cuddled and talked about everything imaginable. We played a little game of nudging each other's feet under the covers, trying to wrestle and see who's feet were stronger. We held hands under the covers as our naked bodies provided warmth to one another, his soft skin lulling me nearly to sleep as I inhaled his scent. Feeling my eyes get extremely heavy, I looked up at him one last time before I could fall asleep, his starry eyes meeting mine. Before I could say what I wanted to, he cut me off.

"I fell in love with you," he whispered, inching his face closer to mine. My lips curled up into the biggest smile, heart fluttering intensely as warm tears stung my eyes amidst the beautiful moment.

"I fell in love with you too, Gyu," I responded, blinking the tears away from my vision. He reached a finger down to my chin, pulling my lips up to meet his, our mouths dancing slowly in unison as we sweetly kissed. A moment later, he snuggled his face into my neck and I found a comfortable place on the crown of his head, breathing in the sweet scent of his hair as I slowly drifted off into a deep, peaceful slumber next to the boy who completed me.

My lab partner,

my valentine,

my lover.

My Gyu.

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