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lowkeychenle · 9 months

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Like We Just Met [ZCL] (M)

Description: Everything else about the day is completely normal when Chenle realizes he wants to marry you. It hits him like a tidal wave, and he's itching to tell you just how much he wants to love you forever.

Genre: Fluff (literally SO MUCH FLUFF we love Chenle in this house go away if you don't) // Smut

Content Warnings: Explicit unprotected sex (it's actually sweet this time am I feeling okay), talks about marriage etc etc. Nothing really dark or upsetting in here.

Word Count: 11,292 (y'all I have no idea how this happened...)

Pairing: Zhong Chenle x Reader (feat. the rest of the Dreamies)

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Author's Note: Lowkey? This was so fun because it's from Chenle's POV...or it's supposed to be haha. This is probably my favorite fic I've ever written catch me crying in the corner...also this gif don't mind the real tears in my eyes

Nobody questioned Renjun when he said he’d invited his friend to dance practice. They brought friends in every now and then, so it wasn’t anything new. Chenle was having a bit of an off day. He kept screwing up the choreography (that he’d done seven hundred times probably in the past week alone) and even accidentally elbowed Jaemin.

Renjun’s friend had yet to show up. Chenle was beyond frustrated with the way things were going, so he let everyone know he was taking a break. He grabbed his water bottle and stomped out of the practice room.

He ended up a bit down the hallway, resting his back on the wall with his eyes closed. All he needed was a break. That had to be it.

“Are you okay?” a soft voice asked.

When he looked at you, he recoiled a bit. He’d never seen you before—he’d definitely remember—but something about you felt familiar. Like a warm aura surrounded you and infiltrated him in the best ways.

“You’re Chenle, right?” You tilted your head at him. “I’m Renjun’s friend, (Y/N). I was supposed to watch practice, but I got lost. This building is pretty big.”

“Yeah, I’m Chenle.” He blinks at you a couple more times. “Um, we’re always in the same practice room. I’ll take you over there.”

“Actually, is there a place to get some water? I forgot mine at home.” You scratched the top of your head and scrunched up your nose. “It was really hot outside.”

“It’s on the way.” He gestured down the hall with his head.

You followed him without hesitation. He was acutely aware of every step you took, of how there was only a few feet between the two of you. Even though he had no clue what to say to you, you didn’t mind walking along in silence. It was unlike him to be shy. Next to impossible for him to be starstruck.

“How long have you known Renjun for?” he asked. And why the hell had you not come around sooner?

“Oh.” You took a deep breath and pursed your lips in thought as Chenle stopped to grab you a water bottle from the kitchen. “Four years now? Five? His family knows mine, so when I came back here, his parents told him he had to help me find my way around.”

“Well, today’s pretty laid back,” Chenle explains. “We’ll probably practice for another hour or two and then go home. We’ve been at it all day.”

You hum in response, opening the cap and taking a sip. “Thank you for this. Sorry to keep you from practice.”

“Don’t be. I’m ready to get the hell out of here.” Chenle chuckles, gaze drinking you in when you’re distracted by your water. “And…they can be a little…much at first. But they’re all great people, so you’ll be fine.”

“Bold of you to assume I’m nervous.” You narrowed your eyes at him playfully.

He bit back a smile, pressing his lips into a thin line instead. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“Renjun has given me plenty of warnings,” you tell him.

He wasn’t sure why he hadn’t taken you to the practice room yet. The two of you stood in the kitchen, but he knew the second you were with everyone else, the conversation was over. He didn’t want to stop talking to you, and that odd feeling of warmth settled into his chest.

“Like what?” Chenle raised his eyebrows.

“He said you’re cranky and mean.” You smiled at him, and he swore he was almost knocked off his feet. There was something about you that drew him in.

Chenle made a mental note to scold Renjun later, but he’s not necessarily wrong…he was cranky until he saw you.

“Well, in that case, what he said about everyone else is probably accurate, too.”

“You don’t look cranky,” you interjected. “You’re not mean either. Mean people don’t get strangers water bottles.”

“I’m mean to Renjun. And Jisung.”

“They’re your friends. You get a pass for your friends.” You slid one of your hands into the back pocket of your jeans, rocking on the balls of your feet as silence befell the room.

“They’re waiting for me,” Chenle says. “We should go.”

You nodded in agreement and followed him. He sulked a bit when the other members were introduced to you. They were all nice—because they always were—but when it came time to get back to practice, he found himself gravitating toward you several times.

Nearly every time he looked at you, you were already looking at him, too. Maybe it wasn’t just him that felt the weird tug. He hoped it wasn’t.

After they wrapped everything up, Chenle sat against the back wall, feeling so heavy as if he could fall asleep right there. He was exhausted.

Jaemin, Jeno, Donghyuck, and Mark were already on their way out the door, leaving Jisung to slump next to Chenle and Renjun to talk with you. Jisung noted how he was watching you, but he didn’t say anything right away. He drank his water and stayed quiet.

You said something to Renjun, who smiled at you and nodded. He headed for the door and waited for you outside. When Chenle realized you were coming over to him, he shot a worried glance over at Jisung.

“Would you look at that?” Jisung cleared his throat. “Time for me to go.”

Before Chenle could even grab him, Jisung was halfway to the door. Once you were in front of him, you sat down and crossed your legs.

“You did really well today.”

He chuckled. “I think that’s the worst I’ve done this comeback season.”

“Then you’re in pretty good shape.” You shrugged, picking at the seam of your jeans. “I wanted to thank you. For helping me earlier.”

“It wasn’t that big of a deal,” he said. “You’re Renjun’s friend. Of course, I’d help you.”

“Right.” You brushed your hair over your shoulder and prepared to stand up. “I should go—”

“Will you be coming back?” The question shot out of his mouth, sending a blush to his cheeks in response.

“I’m not sure,” you told him. “That’s up to Renjun I guess. It was really cool to see how passionate you guys are.”

“Let me give you my number.” Chenle grabbed his phone from his pocket. “Um, just in case you get lost again. And need help finding the room.” He cringed at himself, hoping he wasn’t going to get rejected.

“Yeah, I’d like that.” You gave him the tiniest smile, but it made his heart flutter anyway.

He handed it to you with the contact app open. You didn’t even hesitate to type in your name and number. After, you sent yourself a text, and Chenle heard it ring in your back pocket. You gave it back to him, grinned, and left him sitting there in shock.

He couldn’t choose between staring at you as you left and looking down at your contact open on his screen. His stomach twisted with nerves, but the second he saw the smiley face emoji you’d put next to your name, he already knew.

You were going to be someone to him.

Mark drops something in the kitchen, snapping Chenle out of it. He looks at you, and you smile back at him. With you pressed into his side and your legs over his lap, he can’t help but grin right back.

His hand rests on your thigh, thumb sliding gently back and forth as he presses a kiss to your temple. He’d never get used to this.

After returning from the kitchen, Mark allows the game to resume. His nose scrunches as he glances between you and Chenle. “That’s a weird ass question.”

“Not weird.” Chenle shakes his head. “Critical thinking, Mark, you should try it.”

“Oh, be nice.” You shove his shoulder.

For a while now, Chenle has felt his feelings growing more than he thought possible. He’s already in love with you (thankfully, since you’ve been together almost a year now), but something about you lately has him on a whole other level. Even then, he’s not sure what it is. He decides he’ll ride it out for a while and see where it takes him.

“Why would you ask your girlfriend what year she’d take a time machine back to? Shouldn’t she be like…happiest now?” Mark asks, sipping on whatever mixed drink he’d prepared in Chenle’s kitchen.

“You’d think.” Chenle snorts, leaning back against the couch and throwing his arm around you.

“He asks me questions like this all the time,” you tell Mark. When you steal a glance at your boyfriend, his breath catches in his chest.

What the hell is going on with him lately? He can’t concentrate around you (even more than usual) and every tiny thing you do has his heart hammering against his ribcage. Soon enough, he’s sure you’ll both hear the bones crack.

“Has anyone, by chance, ever told you two that you’re gross?” Mark chuckles to himself and leans back in the recliner. “Some of us are single and lonely, you know.”

“Some of us will never be that again,” Chenle shoots back.

“Oh, you two are the worst.” Your laugh echoes pleasantly in his ears, and he subconsciously leans closer to you.

“I am curious what your answer is, though,” Mark interjects. “Since Chenle’s so sure.”

Chenle takes a sip of his own drink, nearly cringing at the bitter taste dragging down his throat. He’s not much of a drinker—social at best. But he can still appreciate the buzz and the hazy happiness that comes with it. You take his hand that dangles over your shoulder, twirling the friendship ring wrapped around his middle finger. The action is so, so simple, yet it makes his stomach turn.

If he doesn’t figure out what the hell’s going on with him soon, he’s gonna have to separate himself from you.

“Well, you’re right.” You shrug, shuffling closer to Chenle. “This part of my life has definitely been the best. But if I could go back to any time, it would probably be when we met. You only get to meet Zhong Chenle once in your life, dude. I’d do it over and over again if I could. The second I saw him, I knew he would be important to me.”

Chenle thinks back to the moment he first saw you. The way he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you like an actual child or the way he took in every detail of you to store in his mind forever—just in case he never got to speak to you again. He pauses, eyebrows furrowing slightly as he analyzes your answer.

Mark groans. “That doesn’t count! That was last year.”

Grabbing the pillow next to him, Chenle throws it at his friend. “Leave her alone, it was a good answer.”

But when he contemplates that thought, he’s not sure he understands what you mean. His ears burn, the tips of them turning red as he recalls how embarrassingly nervous he was around you all the time. How awkward all of your firsts together were. Everything now is so much better than back then.

Not to mention he’s looked at you the same way since that first night. His feelings for you have grown, sure, but those butterflies he used to get still torment him just about every time he sees you smile.

“Why?” Chenle finally asks.

“You were so cute,” you hum, shifting closer to him. “Everything made you nervous. You almost keeled over in embarrassment when you asked to hold my hand.”

Mark laughs, and Chenle sends a glare his way. No part of that is even anywhere near funny.

“Okay, it's your turn.” Mark gestures at you.

Chenle resists the urge to reach over and touch your face. Usually, he’s so much better about being so clingy in front of his friends and, while he would prefer Mark not seeing this side of him, he couldn’t care less when his gaze is locked with yours.

“Cool.” You nod, taking a sip of your drink. “Both of you. Hypothetical situation. Let’s say you’re drunk. You walk into a room and everyone you’ve ever loved is in there. Like…loved. Who are you going to?”

“Dude.” Mark’s jaw drops. “That’s such a shitty question for me.”

“You’ll live,” Chenle replies. “Just romantic love?”

“All of it. Platonic, romantic, family.” You purse your lips in thought.

Chenle doesn’t have to think about it. Not really. He’d rather get struck by lightning and then hit by a bus right after before admitting that so easily in front of Mark. In this case, it’s always been you. From the second you spoke to him for the first time, he was irrevocably yours.

“You.” Chenle watches your eyebrows raise.

“Be serious,” you say. “Your parents are included in that.”

“I’m serious. You.” Chenle chuckles.

You give him a pointed look, but that’s when Mark cuts in.

“No, he’s for real. Like…that legitimately happened.” Mark leans forward, elbows digging into his thighs as he rests his head in his palms. “Do you guys not remember?”

“What are you talking about?” you ask him, frowning.

Chenle remembers. Barely, and it’s a bit foggy, but it comes back like a baseball bat upside the head as Mark starts telling the story.

Chenle’s birthday party last year. The night was barely halfway through and he was drunk enough to be stumbling over his feet. He’d heard you were coming, but he had yet to see you. Even when every other feeling was numbed by the tingling sensation the alcohol left behind, his craving to see you was all that remained.

Mark walked next to him, having a full conversation with himself since Chenle was so fog-brained. As much as he loved Mark, there was only one person he wanted to see. Everyone he knew and loved was here—his parents, the rest of his group, and Jisung had somehow forgotten to uninvite Chenle’s ex.

He only ever dated one person before you, but he wasn’t sure he ever loved her. Regardless, there she was. Even with her standing across the room from him, he kept waiting like a lost puppy.

When you walked in, he swore the whole world stopped around him. Everyone but you was moving in slow motion before they eventually faded into nothing, darkness that was emphasized by the light you were. His breath caught in his throat, and he stopped walking.

Chenle couldn’t form a coherent thought while he stared at you, drunken stupor making it so much easier to forget the embarrassment. Mark watched him curiously as Chenle made his way over to you. He refused to waste any more time when he knew you were the one he wanted to talk to.

You had always been more confident around him than he was around you. Your face lit up when you saw him, wrapping your arms around him. He secured you in his grasp, breathing in the scent of your hair and the perfume you wore.

“Happy birthday.” Your voice is muffled a bit by his T-shirt. “Sorry I’m late, took a bit longer to get ready than I thought it would.”

He knew he should’ve let you go. People were starting to notice the way he was clinging to you, and not even being drunk could excuse that behavior. He was about ready to tell everyone except you to leave. Nothing else mattered. If he could spend his birthday with you, it would be the best one yet.

It’d been two months since Renjun had introduced you to the rest of them. Which means, he’s only known of your existence for two months, and you already command so much of his brain matter that he can’t think of anyone but you. Great.

He finally (reluctantly) let you go and led you over to the rest of the group. Nobody said anything when he made Mark scoot over so you could sit next to him. Nobody questioned it. His parents would ask him about it later, but until then, there was no reason for him to worry. After all, his crush on you was the most obvious thing in the world, so it was only a matter of time before you found out about it.

By the end of the night, he hadn’t spent enough time with you. People were starting to shuffle out, but you stayed, chatting with Renjun until only four remained. Chenle’s parents had gone to bed long ago. You were almost caught up to him on drinks, your laughs longer and your movements slower.

Under any other circumstances, he wouldn’t have been as brave as to walk up to you and ask you to stay the night. He didn’t mean it in a suggestive way, either. He just didn’t want you to leave yet.

“Chenle,” Renjun scolds, swatting his shoulder. “You can’t ask something like that so casually.”

“You want me to stay here? With you?” Your voice was higher than normal. Chenle accredited it to the alcohol raging in your system.

“I like when you’re here.” Chenle nodded. “You make everything calm.”

Renjun scrunched up his face, slamming his forehead into his palm. “(Y/N), you should probably go home—”

“No, it’s okay.” You brushed him off. “I’m okay with staying.”

Oh, he was in love with you. There was no other explanation for the way his heart skipped a beat when those words came out of your mouth.

Chenle doesn’t remember the rest of that night, but he does recall waking up next to you in the morning and freaking out. Alcohol made him brave, but it didn’t save him from the red-hot embarrassment of the next day.

“I didn’t even realize…” you trailed off, a small smile forming on your face. “You picked me.”

“I’ll always pick you,” Chenle responds easily, like second nature.

Mark decides it’s time for him to leave, but Chenle’s mind is still reeling with memories. With all of the firsts you said you wished you could relive. But no matter how hard he tries, he can’t figure out what the fuck this feeling is. As the two of you climb into bed, he’s so distracted, he can’t fall asleep, even with you curled into his chest.

“(Y/N),” Chenle groaned when he saw you in the practice room mirror. “You gotta stop showing up here if you don’t want me to fall in love with you.”

It was a joke. Sort of.

“Right, and let you forget to eat? I think not.” You fought back every time, unphased by the way he so casually admitted he’s starting to fall for you.

At least, that was his idea of admitting it.

You walked over with the bags in your hand, sitting down on the practice room floor next to him.

“I haven’t even been here that long,” Chenle defended himself. “I would’ve eaten after I left.”

You unloaded the contents, opening boxes. “I can go if that’s what you want.”

“Not what I said.” For some reason, he felt a sudden burst of courage. He’s known you for four months at this point, and something about today felt…right. “I was serious, you know.”

“About what?” You grabbed the drinks from the carrier.

“You.”

“What?” You recoiled, looking at him in confusion.

He contemplated telling you to forget it. That it didn’t matter, and thank you for the food instead. If you didn’t feel the same way for him, he’d be devastated. And then you’d leave him for good and take all the food with you. He was starving.

“If you keep doing nice things for me, I’m gonna fall for you.” As if he hasn’t already.

You paused, but Chenle didn’t miss the blush on your face. Clearing your throat, you looked away from him and took a deep breath. His fists clenched as he awaited your rejection, but the longer the silence stretched, the more he felt you might want him to.

“Don’t say things like that if you don’t mean it,” you finally said and brushed your hair behind your ears. Reaching forward for the food again, you gave Chenle a shocked look when he grabbed your wrist.

“You’re right. I’m not going to fall for you. I already did.”

Your jaw dropped, eyes widening as his words settled in the air around both of you. With his heart racing, he released your wrist and intertwined your fingers instead.

“I really, really like you.”

“You should really eat your food before it gets cold.” You pulled your hand from his and pushed the box closer to him.

He stared blankly at the wall, noting the sudden chill on his skin that you left behind. A sinking feeling encapsulated his chest, and he knew he ruined everything. You looked like you were ready to run.

“Forget I said anything,” he told you. “I’m sorry if that was weird.”

“Eat,” you commanded again. “I’m not talking about this with you until I know you’ve eaten. If you don’t, we’ll go off on a tangent and you’ll be starving all night.”

“Does that mean you—”

“Yes, Chenle.” You interrupted him. “Yes, I really, really like you too, which is why I want to make sure you eat.”

At that moment, Chenle realized that if he walked outside and randomly dropped dead, he’d be okay with it now that he’s gotten that confession out of you. There wasn’t a damn thing that could top that. Everything else in life would be subpar to today, so there was no point in trying.

You and Chenle ate in silence. He kept stealing glances at you, catching you doing the same to him. If all he had to do in order to get you to talk about your feelings with him was eat, he’d do it, albeit probably a bit too fast for his own good.

Chenle runs his fingers through his hair, his thumb tracing gentle shapes against the bare skin of your arm. These memories have no business popping up in the middle of the night. He has practice tomorrow. He’ll be so off his game, the other members will want to kill him.

Usually, he has no problem falling asleep, especially with you right beside him. Over the past year, you’ve probably spent more nights with him than you have at your own place. He teases you for it all the time, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Closing his eyes, he listens to the soft sounds of your breathing and allows himself to feel the way your body slots with his so easily. Everything about you is perfect. About the two of you together. He would toss and turn, but no way is he going to disturb you. Even if he can’t sleep, he’d never screw up your schedule on purpose.

“It’s so pretty.” You were in awe, staring at the sunset from Chenle’s backyard. He’d set up a picnic date for the two of you, and afterward, you were watching the sun fade below the treeline while lying on top of a red blanket.

His fingers were intertwined with yours, something that had become so normal for you. Two weeks since his confession, and it was the second date he planned. He wondered, obsessed over, even, what your thought process was on all of this. Were you happy? Did he make you happy?

He wanted to kiss you when he confessed to you. And while he came close to it on your first date, he decided against it. It had to be perfect. Nothing was good enough for you in his mind, especially when all he wanted was to make sure you knew just how he felt about you.

How was he supposed to tell you that?

He’d already said he fell for you, but that didn’t begin to cover it. Not really. You made him want to put in effort, made him crave your happiness like it was the very oxygen he breathed. At the same time, he didn’t want you to think he didn’t want to kiss you. Hell, he’d already dreamed of it, for fuck’s sake, so that definitely wasn’t the issue.

Lost in thought, he’s only snapped out of it by the way you rolled over, lying on your stomach so you can get a good look at his face. You rested your head on your right palm, your left finding his bicep.

“You’re so perfect,” he hummed, twirling your hair with his fingers. “Could look at you forever.”

“Some people might have an issue with that.” You laughed.

“We’re the only ones that matter,” he responded.

Your smile slowly faded, a look of longing replacing it as your gaze softened.

God, he wanted to kiss you. He needed to.

All thoughts of the perfect moment have fled from his brain. Any moment would be perfect as long as it’s you.

He sat up and you leaned forward, and before he knew it, his nose brushed yours. Your eyes fluttered shut in preparation. The heat of the sun sank into his skin. Your perfume wafted from you, intertwining with the air and suffocating him in the best ways. If he could pick one scent to smell for the rest of his life, it would be yours.

Was it normal to have these thoughts so early?

Why was he thinking of that right now? Literally the worst possible time.

“Can I?” he whispered, scared to ruin everything.

“Yes.”

As soon as the word left your mouth, he kissed you. Everything about you was soft, so he shouldn’t have been so surprised to find your lips the same way. His hands shook as he touched your waist.

He was already in big trouble. There wasn’t a single part of him that wanted to stop there. His heart thudded so loud, he was halfway sure you could hear it, too. It felt like sparks flew between you two, absolute electricity coursing through every single one of his veins, heating up his bloodstream and making the thought of pulling away from you the absolute worst case scenario.

You moved away first, gasping for breath. Chenle craved tugging you back to him. His body reacted to you in ways it had never reacted to anyone else. He didn’t want to take it too far, but he sure as hell didn’t want to stop, either.

He couldn’t describe the way you felt. The way you tasted. Everything about you was so heart-achingly perfect, he wanted to experience you all the time. He wanted to rewind time so he could kiss you again for the first time, and he’d do it over and over and over again.

Something about first kisses set him on fire. He was absolutely sure he’d kiss you more. In fact, he was seconds away from it. But the adrenaline coming from the very first brush of your lips on his wasn’t something he’d ever be able to recreate.

“Again.” You leaned in once more.

He met you in the middle eagerly, hand finding the back of your head before he turned you so you were lying on your back. Half of his weight pressed against you, but he did his best to keep himself lifted up so you weren’t uncomfortable.

Unforgettable heat swarmed him, the sun caressing his skin as your fingers gently traced down the back of his neck. Goosebumps formed, but he could hardly pay attention to them. The entire world was gone, and you were everything, the only person remaining in a sea of nothingness. He wanted you. Needed you.

This was technically your second kiss, but in his mind, it was still the first since they happened almost at the same time. He hadn’t stopped to take a breath in much too long, but he’d rather suffocate than separate from you.

He stopped when your breath hitched, completely lost in the sound. When he wasn’t focusing on your mouth anymore, he realized why—his hand had somehow found its way to your upper thigh. His face burned as he removed it.

“I didn’t…” he trailed off, scanning over your face for any hint of what you were feeling. “I didn’t mean to do that.”

You chuckled at him, pushing his shoulder. “You wish that excuse would work on me.”

The sky faded into a beautiful lilac color, the kind that only appeared when the sun was barely peeking over the horizon. Clouds drifted effortlessly, stars beginning to shine.

“Should we go inside?” Chenle asked. “It’ll get cold without the sun.”

Whenever he looked at you, he knew you were different. He couldn’t place how, but nobody else had ever made him feel the way you do. Like his heart was going to burst out of his chest while simultaneously stopping and also skipping every other beat. He didn’t even know how he was alive anymore.

In the last two weeks since his confession, the boys had told him how much happier he was. How he was striving with more effort lately and trying his best at any given moment of the day. You were his motivation. You made him want to be the absolute best he could be, and even as new as the relationship was, he’d already known you for months—he was nervous about you deciding you wanted something else. Someone who wasn’t him.

The moment before replayed in his head, and he heard that breath hitch on repeat while he awaited your answer. He did his best to stop thinking about it, but nothing worked. All he wanted to do was kiss you again, over and over and over until the literal end of time.

“Yeah.” You nodded. “Let’s go inside.”

His cheeks redden just thinking of that memory. The first time he ever kissed you, and he royally fucked up because his hand didn’t know how to stay put. At this point, it’s clear he’s not going to be able to fall asleep. He hates the idea of leaving you in bed alone, but he’s only going to disturb you if he doesn’t plan on sleeping.

Sliding away from you carefully, he quietly gets up and heads into the kitchen. He runs his fingers through his hair. His hands down his face. He must be sentimental today, because he can’t stop thinking about you for the life of him. Every memory from the last year pokes at his head, and he has no clue how to handle it.

Patting his cheeks, he heads over to the fridge to grab a water bottle. Photos of the two of you are framed up on the wall. There’s one picture in particular he always says is his favorite, but he refuses to tell you why.

The two of you were sitting on the floor, and you had the cutest glare on your face. He sees the adoration gleaming in your gaze even though you look about ready to strangle him. In your defense, you probably were. He lets out a tiny laugh, tracing over the frame.

There’s even one with Chenle between you and Jisung, and a group picture with you and the boys. Chenle loves his friends dearly, and the way they’ve welcomed you with open arms says a lot about both your relationship with them and his potential future with you. Everyone in his life loves you. You’re the one they call when Chenle’s upset or if he’s off his game, and no matter when or where this is happening, you show up to make him feel better.

He could be having the worst day of his entire existence, and a simple ‘I love you’ passing from your lips has him forgetting everything shitty about the world. Looking back at the pictures, he’s drawn back into memory.

He heard the birds outside his window before he saw the gleaming sun. His eyes fluttered open while he groaned quietly at the sudden change of brightness. Your body was like a fireball, your skin searing hot against his, but it did little to bother him. His groan turned into a sigh of content, and he wrapped his arms around you tighter. Fingertips trailing down your bare spine, he kissed your forehead.

Three months together, and every night spent with you made him fall deeper in love. He’d never known peace as he did at that moment. No interruptions, just the two of you basking in each other’s embrace.

He could’ve stayed like that forever—he wanted to, but glancing at the clock, he realized how close it was to noon. Jaemin would be there soon, and the last thing Chenle needed was him in his house when you were naked in his bed.

He reluctantly got up, dressing himself before grabbing some clothes for you. You have a drawer, multiple, actually, but he picked his own T-shirt for you to wear. When he made it over to you, you were stirring.

“You got up.” You pouted at him, staring at him through half-closed eyes. “And you have clothes on.”

Chenle laughed. “Sorry, love. Jaemin will be here soon.”

“It’s that late?” you asked.

Chenle nodded, setting the clothes down next to you. He kissed you softly, gently, a kiss so barely there it left you leaning forward to try to continue it. Cupping your cheek, he brushed his thumb along your skin.

You didn’t need help getting dressed, but he did it anyway. He loved the way you looked in his T-shirts, and even though it’s long enough to cover you, no way he’d risk it. Once you were finished, the two of you got ready for the day. You brushed your teeth together, he watched you brush your hair, and by the time you’re done, Jaemin was walking in the front door.

The three of you sat on the floor around Chenle’s coffee table, playing a game. He can’t remember what the game was anymore, only that you were terrible at it and that he loved winning.

Jaemin teased both of you the whole time, ruffling Chenle’s hair on multiple occasions. As much as he’d love to deny it, Chenle enjoyed that Jaemin liked the two of you together. It was almost like an affirmation, even if he didn’t need one.

Being the professional picture-snapper he was, Jaemin took the picture now hanging up on Chenle’s wall. You, with your arms crossed over your chest and a big pout on your face, and Chenle, smiling widely at you with such adoration in his eyes it should’ve been impossible.

“Lele?” Your soft voice breaks him away from his memory. He turns to you quickly, heart instantly halting in his chest when he sees his shirt on you.

“What are you doing up?” he asks.

“I was gonna ask you that.” You rub your eyes, feet shuffling on the floor as you walk over to him.

“I couldn’t sleep,” he replies and takes you in his arms with ease. “Didn’t want to bug you, sunshine.”

You don’t respond. All you do is bury your head in his chest and breathe him in. He runs his fingers through your hair, kissing the top of your head. With all the lights off, the only illumination is the full moon outside as it casts shadows on the ground. The faint blue makes you that much more ethereal to him.

“You okay?” he whispers.

“Mm,” you hum in response. “This is nice.”

Chenle smiles. “Yeah, it is. Always is.”

After a bit of silence and rocking you gently, an idea sparks. He pulls his phone out of his pocket, finding the playlist he made specifically for when he thinks about you, and sets it on the counter. You stare at him in tired confusion, but when one of his arms wraps around your waist, you catch on.

“What are you doing?” Humor is laced in your voice, but the sweet look on your face tells him his actions are making you happy. That’s his goal, constantly. All he wants is to make you happy.

“Checking something off the bucket list,” he replies, slowly turning you to the soft beat.

“Something’s missing,” you say as he twirls you.

He steals a glance at the way his shirt rides up your legs, showing just a peek of your panties beneath it.

“What?” he asks, pulling you back to him.

“Sing to me.” You place your hand on his chest.

His heart betrays him at that moment. It rages, and he knows you can feel it. Chenle sings in front of thousands of people all the time, but something about you is different. Something about you right now is different.

“What’s going on up in there?” You run your fingers through his hair. “You’ve been all weird today.”

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he admits. “Everything. From the moment we met up until this…it keeps repeating over and over again.”

“Welcome to my world,” you replied, grasping his shoulders. You massage them gently as you sway along with the music.

The confession from you makes him smile. At least he’s not the only one doing constant circles in his head. He calms a bit, and when a new song plays, he sings to you. Your body immediately relaxes into his, as if every stress you’ve ever had has left you without hesitation.

Chenle loves to sing. He does it all the time, and he only wants to keep getting better. To have someone like you as his partner, someone who supports him endlessly and genuinely loves his voice…it’s unparalleled.

He’s not sure how long the two of you are like this, or how long he’s singing for, but song after song, all he knows is that you’re smiling. You’re looking at him with unmatched adoration in your eyes, pure love. Nobody else has ever looked at him in this way, and he doesn’t want them to.

He wants to stay here with you and watch you love him in ways he’s never been loved before.

He stops. His singing fades out, and he furrows his eyebrows as he finally, finally realizes what’s been happening to him. You tilt your head, able to ask him questions without saying anything. His chest feels like it’s going to burst.

You’re it.

You’re everything, and he’s going to marry you.

He’s going to spend the rest of his life striving to make sure you love him as much as you do right now, if not more.

It seems like you feel it, too. Your face softens and you reach up to trace along his cheekbone. He leans into your touch, chasing the warmth like it’s the last time he’ll ever feel it.

“I…” He takes a deep breath, shaking his head slowly. “I’m so fucking in love with you.”

“I know.” You grin so wide, Chenle almost thinks it’ll split your face in two.

“Good.” He brushes your hair behind your ear. “I hope I’m doing a good job in showing you that every day.”

You pause, hands trailing down from his cheeks to his shoulders. “I have never once doubted that you love me, Lele. Are you sure everything’s okay?”

“I promise you I’ve never felt better,” he replies. “Just checking in with you.”

“You do so much more than you realize. No matter how busy you are, you text me to tell me you love me or that you’re thinking about me. You practice non-stop with the boys but you still make an effort with me when you could easily use that as an excuse. There is not one thing I could ask for that you don’t already do.” You press a quick kiss to his lips. “I’ll never doubt you.”

“Sometimes I worry,” he admits. “You make me…want to be better. In every way possible. In my career, in my life, with you. And if I’m not being better every day, then I don’t deserve you.”

“Chenle.” You give him a pointed look. “When I think back to the first day we met, I remember how…how you acted from the first time you spoke to me. At the time, I really thought I was crazy, but I knew you’d be someone to me. You didn’t even know me, but you were so kind. And now that we’re here like this, you haven’t changed. There’s no getting better. You’re already the best.”

“How do you do that?” He chuckles, kissing your forehead.

“Do what?”

“Know exactly what to say.”

“That’s my special talent,” you tell him.

“We should get back to bed,” Chenle says, sleep weighing on him. “Meeting the boys tomorrow.”

He grabs his phone from the counter, his heart full and warm as he leads you back to his bedroom. This time, as he’s lying with you pressed to his chest, he’s able to fall into his dreamland.

Despite his lack of sleep, Chenle is full of energy the next day. He wakes up and makes you coffee just the way you like before sitting on the edge of the bed by your sleeping form. When he sets the cup on the nightstand, you stir, turning over to face him.

“You’re gonna be late,” you mumble, even though you have no idea what time it is.

Chenle chuckles, leaning forward to kiss your forehead. “I’ll see you in a bit, okay? You can stay here if you want. Wanted to tell you I love you before I left.”

“Love you, too,” you say with a tired smile, giving his hand a squeeze.

“Drink your coffee before it gets cold. I’ll grab dinner for us on my way back.”

Walking away from you feels like someone’s trying to rip his heart out of his chest. You’re an extension of him at this point, and after his sudden realization last night, all he wants to do is spend the day curled up with you.

Luckily for him, his day passes by pretty quickly. He got a lot done today, and he was proud of that. You’d be proud of him, too. He’s itching to get home and tell you everything that happened. Staying true to his word, he picks up your favorite takeout.

He’s going to be honest with you about what was going on with him yesterday. It’s the right thing to do—and in a perfect world, you’ll feel the same way he does. He hasn’t felt this nervous since he admitted his feelings for you. Even though that side of him feels worlds away now, he remembers it like it was yesterday.

But the restaurant isn’t the only stop he makes.

He’s shaking by the time he gets back. Is a year really enough time? It is for him, but what if you think he’s insane?

When he arrives, he’s not expecting what you’ve done at all. The main lights are off, but a dim golden glow from the strips along the wall and the candles illuminate the room enough. He sets the bag down on the table, completely forgetting about the food as he searches for you.

“(Y/N)?”

“You’re earlier than I thought you’d be,” you tell him, walking out of his bedroom while still putting in an earring.

His throat dries. He opens his mouth to speak, but no words could ever justify the way you look right now. You put on a dress, one of his favorites, and he’s in jeans and a T-shirt.

You kiss his cheek. “I figured you deserve something nice to come home to.”

“You’re my something nice.” He wraps his arm around your waist. “Should I change?”

“We’re not going anywhere.” You shake your head. “Just relax and enjoy your gorgeous girlfriend.”

“Oh, I can get on board with that.” He allows you to lead him back to the table.

Once he’s taking the food out of the bag, he keeps stealing glances at you. You put in all this effort for him, and he knows how much work it must’ve been to hang up all these lights. The golden glow looks ethereal against your skin.

“Before we eat, there’s something I wanted to talk to you about.” He clears his throat to stop it from collapsing in on itself, but it doesn’t work.

“What’s up?” You set your elbow on the table and rest your head on your palm. “Is everything alright?”

“Everything’s perfect, actually.” He takes a deep breath, reaching to grab your free hand. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” You bite back a laugh.

“You can’t make fun of me for what I’m about to tell you.” He gives you the most serious look he can muster, and you nod.

“I wouldn’t do that,” you reassure him. “Tell me what’s on your mind.”

“I…I want to love you forever.” He gulps. “And when I think of everything we’ve gone through and been through together, I seriously can’t imagine ever trying to have anyone else fill this spot you hold in my life.”

You perk up a bit, gaze staring into his. God, he loves how interested you are in what he has to say. How you’re listening to him so intently. His thumb rubs over your knuckles as he tries to think of the words he wants to use.

“I want to marry you. Call me crazy if you want, tell me you hate the idea, that’s fine, but I had to tell you. We obviously can’t get married now, or probably any time soon because of my contract, but I want you to know that it’s what I want. It’s what’s going to happen if you want it, too.”

You clear your throat and cover your mouth with your hand, eyes welling. Chenle’s heart aches seeing this reaction, knowing you feel as strongly as he does. He reaches into his pocket and puts a small box on the table in front of you.

“It’s not the real thing. Not yet. But I want you to know how serious I am, because if I was able to marry you, I would’ve done it yesterday.” He opens it, revealing a simple band in it. “Subtle enough where people won’t ask questions, but we’ll know.”

“Chenle, are you being serious right now?” You sniffle. “This is a very cruel prank.”

“The guys and I sat down together today to write a song. I think you’ll love it, so when we record it I’m sneaking you a copy. Anyway, we were there for twenty minutes, and words were just flowing out of me. I wrote about you. About how you make me feel, and I think anyone who knows about us will understand that when they listen to the song.”

He pauses to swallow past the lump in his throat.

“I want you. I want to marry you and spend the rest of my life proving to you why I deserve that. Let me put this ring on you, and this can be the start.”

You quickly wipe your face as you nod. He takes your left hand, grabs the ring out of the box, and slips it on your middle finger.

“One day, this will be real.” Chenle catches another one of your tears. “I love you. There is not one thing in this world that could change that.”

His heart pounds in his chest as he watches your reaction. He wants to touch you and kiss you after pouring his thoughts out to you, but he needs to make sure you’re feeling the same way. The last thing he wants to do is overwhelm you.

His palms are sweaty and he can barely sit still. You groan, giving one last aggressive swipe below your eyes before you launch up from your chair and end up in his lap. You bury your head in his neck, squeezing him tighter than you should. He instinctively wraps his arms around your waist, softly chuckling at your outburst.

“You better not change your mind.” Cupping both of his cheeks, you try your best to look angry. “If you do, I’m marrying you anyway.”

His own vision blurs at the sight of you. You love him as much as he loves you, and you want to be with him forever.

You want to be with him forever.

The emotions rioting inside him surprise even him, and he blinks quickly to try and suppress the tears. It’s no use, because as soon as you notice, you start crying again. He groans and drops his head back on the chair, squeezing you closer to him.

“You’ll be the death of me,” Chenle says.

“Kiss me, you idiot.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice. His mouth finds yours, both of you falling into each other’s rhythm. Saltiness from your tears lingers on your lips. He weaves his fingers through your hair, but no matter what he does, you’re just not close enough.

Pulling away from you, he rests his forehead on yours. “You should eat, sunshine.”

“You expect me to be able to eat after all of that?” You furrow your eyebrows. “I’m afraid that’s not possible.”

��You’ll be sad if it gets cold,” he reminds you.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be sad again,” you whisper.

All thoughts escape him. Nothing else exists except for you, wrapped around him like a damn koala bear. He rests his hand on your thigh and lets your words sink deep into him.

Moments like these are hard to explain, he thinks. He’s only like this around you, so lost in his connection with you that he’s got nothing else on his mind. Anything and everything you say to him is tattooed in the darkest ink on his soul, until he’s covered in everything he wants to be for you.

“Promise me you’ll always look at me like that.” You break the silence, running your fingers through his hair and smiling.

“I promise.” He nods, barely realizing how he’s leaning forward.

Your eyes flutter shut as he inches closer. He kisses you softly, almost as if he fears he’ll break you. His fingers splay out across the small of your back and he traces shapes into the soft fabric of your dress. You’re overwhelming. His love for you is, too. So much so, he feels as if he’s going to burst out of his skin. He’s going to wake up and everything will have been a dream, because there’s no way he’d ever done anything in his life to deserve someone like you.

You hum into his mouth, rolling your hips once. His breathing stutters as his first instinct is to lift toward you. At first, he wants to stay like this, you clinging onto him like you’d be lost without him, but when you grind down a second time, he feels a twitch in his pants.

It’s been over a week since the last time he’s been inside you thanks to his schedules. And now you’re on top of him, wearing his favorite dress of yours, and kissing him like you’ll never be able to feel him again after tonight.

He’s tired, but he’s never too tired for you. Brushing your hair away, he leans down to kiss your neck, licking the expanse of your soft skin. Your pulse thunders beneath his tongue, and he has to fight the urge to bite down.

Touching you like this is different when he knows he’ll never lose you. You’re his forever.

His lips press against the sensitive spot below your ear, and the short moan escaping you just about sends him up the wall. When he pulls away to get a good look at you, your eyes are dark, lips already swollen from the way he kissed you.

He tries to catch his breath while he silently asks you if this is what you want. You nod, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. Standing, he lifts you up until your legs are secure around his waist, and he grabs your ass with one hand and the back of your head with the other.

Mouths attached, he doesn’t separate from you until he’s setting you down on his bed. He barely has time to appreciate the candles you lit in here, too, the soft scent of vanilla flooding his senses. You already try to push his T-shirt up, anything to feel his skin on yours. He obliges, pulling it over his head before returning to kissing you like his life depended on it. When your hands find the button on his jeans, he grabs your wrist.

“Patience, baby.” Chenle runs his fingers up and down your thigh. “We have the rest of our lives. Let me take my time with you tonight.”

Just like that, you’re putty in his hands. He smirks at the realization. Sneaking his touch up your leg, the hem of the dress moves to accommodate him. He stops when he feels the lace of your panties.

“Did you dress up for me twice, sunshine?” he hums.

“Always,” you say, shamelessly staring at his lips. “Do you love me, Chenle?”

His whole body vibrated from those words. They made him feel at a frequency he hadn’t quite reached yet, and all he wanted to do was rip that damn dress off.

“More than anything.”

He can’t really say it’s ‘like second nature’ anymore. There’s nothing second about it. This is you. Anything to do with you is first nature, no matter what it is. His world revolves around you, everything he does is based on what you want, and he wouldn’t change that in any way.

“Show me,” you whisper, so intoxicating he almost crumbles to his knees right in front of you.

How embarrassing that all it takes is two words to have him give in to you. He’s straining against his pants now, his cock aching to be free and buried inside you.

“Don’t worry. I will.” He kisses you again, soft and sweet like his hand isn’t so, so close to your dripping, eager core. Heat radiates from you, and all he wants is to be consumed by it.

He drags your panties down your legs, nails gently scratching your skin on the way down. Your chest rises and falls quickly as you try to regain your breath, but he loves the way you’re so desperate for him. The way you want him just as much as he wants you.

He doesn’t want to be patient anymore. Every cell in his body is urging him to connect with yours, but he wants to take care of you. That side of him always wins, otherwise both of you would probably be done already.

His finger dances along your entrance. He inhales sharply as your wetness coats his skin. You move your hips toward him, practically begging him for stimulation. He teasingly nudges your clit, pleasantly surprised by the way your body jolts.

Mouth brushing yours, he takes the second of distraction to slide two fingers inside you. As your lips part to release a moan, he mirrors the action, eyes fluttering shut as he slowly, slowly thrusts his hand.

Your walls squeeze so hard, he curses. He could fuck you a thousand times, and you’d still be as tight as you are right now. His heart goes straight into overdrive, but all the blood in his body is shooting down to his cock. He’s painfully hard, rocking back and forth gently.

He kisses you, lips working against yours in a perfect harmony. Your sounds are his favorite. He loves knowing it’s him making you feel this way, that he has the power to make your knees weak and your pussy throb.

He lets out a moan when he scissors his fingers, trying his best to prepare you. God, you’re so warm and wet and tight, he isn’t sure if he’ll be able to last long tonight. His pace quickens, sounds of your slickness filling the room.

You call out his name, back arching as you grasp desperately at his shoulders. He leans in and kisses your cheek, making sure to press his palm into your clit every time he’s knuckle deep.

“You’re perfect, baby,” he whispers with his lips against your ear, voice rough. “I love you so much. So fucking much.”

You tense, pussy clamping down hard on his fingers as your hips buck. He swears he can see the pleasure running up your spine in the way you arch and shake. Your nails dig into his shoulders, but he’s not in the right mind to care. Your mouth opens, sounds pouring out as you finish. He loves you all the time, but one of his favorite looks on you is when he watches you orgasm—your face so overcome with pleasure he caused…he would never get enough of it.

He keeps moving until he’s sure you’ve come down from your high. When he brings his fingers up to his mouth to suck your juices off, you watch longingly, the dark look in your gaze enough to have his cock twitching in his pants.

You slide off the bed, forcing him to take a couple steps back. He’s not sure what you’re going to do at first. Your struggle to reach your zipper, and as much as he wants to bend you over with the dress still on, he wants to be gentle with you tonight. He doesn’t get to make love to you often, and that’s all he’s going to do tonight.

Instead of watching you attempt to reach it, he turns you around and pulls you to him until your back is against his chest. His hand is splayed out across your stomach, holding you so you feel how hard he is.

“I’m going crazy,” you mutter, dropping your head back. “I need you so bad.”

He moves your hair out of his way, kissing the base of your neck quickly before he unzips you. Moving slowly on purpose, he lets his finger drag along your spine on the way down. You shiver, pushing yourself back into him.

“I’m gonna make love to you.” He finally lets himself bite down on your shoulder as he nudges the straps down. “For the rest of our lives. Nobody but me.”

“Nobody but you,” you respond, allowing the dress to pool at your feet.

He turns you around, hands immediately finding your ass and squeezing it. Within seconds, he has your bra unclasped and across the room. “So beautiful.”

When your hands find his jeans, he doesn’t stop you this time. You push them down his legs, desperate to have him inside you. Once his jeans are off, you palm him through his boxers, and he needs you so badly, that simple touch almost finishes him off. That would’ve been embarrassing.

He takes off the remaining fabric separating you two before leading you over to the bed. You lie in the middle, and he climbs on top of you. He kisses you passionately, tongue already dancing with yours, both of you more than ready. His cock is so hard, he’s only half convinced he won’t cum as soon as he’s in.

He nudges your clit with his leaking tip, moving down to your entrance to apply just enough pressure before pulling away. You whine, desperate for more.

“Chenle, please.”

His head dips down as he continues teasing you, wrapping his lips around your nipple. You whimper, running your fingers through his hair. Having you so desperate for him makes him want to give you everything you’re asking for, but something makes him wait.

“Please,” you cry out, lifting your hips up. “Need you.”

He’s ready to fall apart from you words alone. Pulling away from your chest, he reaches down to line himself up with you. He watches you closely as he pushes his throbbing cock into your quivering pussy. Your eyes roll back as you arch into him.

Your walls swallow him, velvet clamping down on him. He clenches his jaw as he bottoms out and fists the sheets next to your head.

“So perfect,” he whispers, kissing your jawline.

One of his favorite things about you is how unafraid you are to look at him. Pleasure weighs on your eyelids, and you try your best not to close them, but even like this, you never look away.

He’s fully inside you, his cock seated within your fluttering walls. The last thing he wants to do is overwhelm you, so he gently rocks his hips to help you adjust. He kisses you everywhere he can reach.

“You always take me so well,” he praises you, nipping the base of your neck.

He’ll never get over how perfectly he fits between your legs, like this space was made for him.

“Move,” you tell him, smacking his shoulder.

He lets out a soft chuckle, but lowers his mouth to yours as he starts a steady pace. You squeeze him so tight, it’s like your body doesn’t want to let him out of you. He pulls out until his tip is barely inside, and then pushes back in just as slowly. It wreaks havoc on your body, your wetness squelching every time he moves.

He wants you to feel all of him. Feel the entirety of his cock rubbing your walls with every thrust.

Somehow, it’s hotter this way. A thin sheen of sweat covers his skin as he takes his time with you. Sure, he gets sweaty when he fucks you, but nothing compares to the close intimacy of love making—his chest brushing against yours with every thrust, long, sweet moans filling the otherwise quiet bedroom.

“You sing so pretty,” Chenle mutters, tonguing the sensitive spot below your ear. “You like the way I feel?”

Before he can even process what you’re doing, you wrap your legs around his waist and roll until you’re on top of him. He’s flat on his back, eyes flitting along your body like he hasn’t had a real chance to see it yet.

Candle light illuminates your skin, and the sight makes his cock twitch. He runs his hands along your sides, squeezing your hips.

Chenle likes being in control. He likes guiding you in a way that has you both in shambles by the end, and he truly underestimated how beautiful you’d look on top of him. You lift up, teasing him as slow as he was moving with you, but between the sight and the feeling, he feels an all too-familiar tingling sensation at the base of his length.

It’s too soon for him, so he decides to tug you down, holding you there while his eyes close and his head thuds against the mattress. He doesn’t need to say a word to you.

“Chenle.” You stroke a hand down his chest. “It’s okay. You don’t need to hold back for me.”

“Just…need a second.” He gulps.

When he finally catches his breath, he sits up, chest pressing against yours.

“This was supposed to be about you,” he says, moving back slightly to fit his hand between the two of you. “Showing you my love and everything.”

He finds your clit with his thumb, staring at you intently as your wetness makes it easy for him to rub circles. His other hand still firmly grips your waist, which only allows you to squirm instead of bouncing on him like you crave to do.

“I need to move,” you whimper, grinding down. “Please.”

He nods, loosening his grip on you. You brace yourself on his shoulders, finally taking his cock the way you want it. His nails dig into your thigh while he continues his work on your bud, and it only spurs you on. You move faster, no doubt trying to chase your orgasm.

His moans get louder, matching yours. If his hands weren’t so occupied, he’d want to squeeze your ass or tweak your nipples. Anything to bring you higher. He changes the patterns his thumb rubs, and it’s like a jolt of electricity runs through your body.

You curse, dropping your head on his shoulder as you nod. “Don’t stop, Lele.”

With both of you hanging so close to the edge, he waits until you’re sitting back down on his cock to buck his hips up. He doesn’t want to finish first, but he’s so close, all the warning signs of his impending high are getting far too real.

“Gonna cum,” he tells you, releasing your thigh to grab your ass.

Your walls clamp down on him hard, a long, pleasured sound escaping you as you grind down on him. Back arching, your head falls back. Your orgasm hits both you and Chenle like a freight train, and within seconds, everything inside him explodes, and he’s spilling his cum deep inside you while telling you over and over again that he loves you.

You crumple into his chest. He runs his fingers through your hair, whispering praises to you between head kisses.

“I’m gonna lay you down, sunshine,” he says.

You nod, and he turns you so he can put your back on the mattress. He carefully pulls out of you, putting his boxers back on before going into the bathroom to grab you a towel. This is one of his favorite ways to see you. Your eyes are closed, hands on your cheeks. You look like he’s fucked all the energy out of you, and he loves that he has the capability to do that.

He cleans you up, then grabs a clean pair of panties for you and one of his T-shirts.

“I have an idea,” he says.

“What is it?” You wrap your arms around him.

“You pick whatever movie you want, and I’ll go warm up your dinner?” He raises his eyebrows at you.

You fake a gasp. “Are you saying you’re going to feed me in bed?”

“After all of that, I’d agree to just about anything you want.” He chuckles when you shove his shoulder. Grabbing your hand, he twirls the band on your finger. “Wait here for me?”

When he walks out of the room, he stops at the doorway to watch you excitedly lunge for the remote. It doesn’t take long for him to warm up the food, turn off the lights, and blow out the candles in the kitchen.

The rest of the night is spent with the two of you sitting against the headboard, laughing along to your favorite movie while eating your favorite takeout. So many thoughts have come and gone from Chenle’s brain in the past couple days alone, but he’s more than happy he gets to sit here with you every night for the rest of his life.

He’s lost in your laugh and the way you smile at him and how you make his heart race with the simplest things. None of the other members knew about the ring he bought you, but he’ll tell them soon.

After the food is gone, Chenle cleans it up. There’s still half a movie left, so when he gets back, he pulls the comforter back so you can cuddle up to him for the remainder. Even though the candles have long since been put out, vanilla still clouds the air.

“Love you,” Chenle whispers, kissing your temple.

“Love you, too.” You sigh in content, resting your head on his chest.

He knows that means you’re only seconds from sleep, and he rubs your arm soothingly. The movie continues to play, but neither of you are paying attention anymore—you’re asleep, and Chenle’s thinking about what kind of wedding dress you’ll wear.

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CANDIED LOVE (C.S)

SMUT 18+

(CHRIS X FEMALE READER)

warnings : 18+, f and m receiving, blowjob, eating pussy bro idk what else but like yk the regular smut stuff. new to writing

got a bit carried away with this one so enjoy also not proof read this so might be a few mistakes!

chris - •

Y/N - •

Nick - •

Matt - •

you and the triplets had gone shopping yesterday and chris had bought a big pack of red lollipops. He found a way to always obsess over something for weeks at a time until he found something new.

This time he was obsessed with these red lollipops and it was a distraction to you i mean he sucked on these lollipops like there was no time of day. this was his 11th lollipop today you couldn’t help but count i mean you were staring at him all day today he was so mesmerising with it in his mouth his jawline, his cheekbones, his nose looking so rideable, his face, his eyes contrasting the lollipops colour. here come the dirty thoughts..

the sound he makes whilst taking his mouth of that lollipop what would it sound like if i was giving him head?

what else could you do. We were watching a movie together in his room as matt and nick had left to plan a new video or something. you didn’t care you had alone time to stare at chris’ side profile from the other side of his bed. he was just so ugh you couldn’t explain it, yes you could he was so fuckable.

he snapped in your face saying “hello, Y/N” you snapped back into reality as he snapped some more. “oh uh yeah what’s up” “you seem a little out of it” you giggled out of embarrassment looking around to find an excuse a window.. “just daydreaming about nature” you said pointing at the window behind him. “seems like something matt would do” “yeah haha it does” you continued staring i mean you just made a perfect excuse to stare at him some more. this time he had noticed you staring straight at his dick.

“you sure your staring at a window”

“oh uh yeah definitely”

“no you aren’t”

“yeah your right i’m staring at your new upcoming red fresh love set your hoping to release it looks so warm and i’m a little cold it also matches your lollipop that seems pretty tasty”

“you want my hoodie?”

“oh yeah if you don’t mind i’m a bit tired to get my own hoodie and fresh love is very stylish” you said enthusiastically trying to get him off your trail.

he gets up going to pick his fresh love hoodie out his wardrobe which was already open peaking at a few more colours of varsity sets. he takes it out and removes it from the hanger throwing it at you in a playful way.

“you wanted a lollipop too right?”

“yeah if you don’t mind sharing your secret stash of them you bought yesterday i promise i wont look where they are hidden” giggling as you put your hands over your eyes.

“open your mouth” chris had said in a demanding voice

“what?” you were a bit stunned hearing it in that voice and completely forgot about the lollipop you asked for and were currently closing your eyes for.

“for the lollipop?”

“oh haha right!” you giggled off the embarrassment as you opened you mouth waiting for the lollipop you heard a pop coming out of chris’ mouth brushing it off knowing he was probably just sucking on his own lollipop.

you felt the lollipop slide into your mouth but were confused as you didn’t hear the wrapper or chris’ footsteps go anywhere but closer to you.

you unraveled your face from your hands and saw a lollipop now in your mouth and not a single one in chris’? “where’s your lollipop did you already finish it i swear you only just opened one 5 minutes ago?”

“right there” chris points to your mouth and laughs.

you were shocked his lollipop was in your mouth? you quickly pulled it out and held it in your hand he grabbed it and put it on the bedside table quickly getting on top of you. pushing the red fresh love hoodie which was on your lap onto the floor.

finally. you could do whatever you wanted. you quickly pulled off your top along with your bra, small tight shorts and lace panties which were soaked already, throwing them right on top of his fresh love set. He took of his shirt and grey joggers that were already stained in precum but saved his boxers for you too take off and his cock sprung up to his snail trail you could already cum at the sight of that.

you got into doggy position but facing him, you weren’t about to let him put his dick straight into you as much as you wanted it. you had to make him wait so you started off by giving him head.

bobbing your head up and down making a sound the same as when you take your mouth off a lollipop. you got your answer as to what chris would sound like when he was receiving head and the answer was a moaning and grunting mess. He laid his head back in pleasure saying your name in between of his grunts.

god he was so fine and fuckable just like i said. He quickly flipped you over and turned you around so your head was up against his headboard pulling your by your thighs and putting your legs on his shoulders reaching down his back to adjust you to where his face was, his breathing on your clit made you shiver but he got right into it. creating a heat coming from your pussy as he licked up and down find the best spot where you moaned the loudest.

at this point he had to be pussy drunk. you just wanted his length in you so you begged.

“p- p-please just fuck me already” moans filled the room as you couldn’t bare it anymore

“you want it?” he looked up with eyes that could get anything.

“i want it bad” so bad i just moaned and moaned at the thought of his 10incher in me.

“prove it” “get on your knees and beg for it”

you were willing to do anything for it now so you just got up from your laid back position got on the floor and spread your legs wide open but still on your knees giving him a wonderful view of your pussy and your face.

he grabbed your face and shoved his dick in it you gagged a few times and got up as he pulled you up by your hair.

“get on the bed now.”

this time you could tell he was not fucking around and you did whatever he said. you climbed back onto the bed looking for further instructions and then you spoke.

“how do you want it chris.” you looked up with puppy eyes going down closer and closer to his dick.

“turn around face in the pillow ass up”

god he was so hot talking like that the things you would do to hear this every second of the day. you did as he said doing exactly what he demanded. At this point your screams would be hearable even if your face was in the pillow his 10inch dick is going to feel so good in you.

he teased your opening as he slid his tip in and out of your soaking wet pussy.

“already wet huh” chris said with a smirk on his face.

he pushed in his length with no warning, no time to adjust to the size of him. he was stretching you out so much you moaned his name so that the neighbours who had most definitely heard the moans prior to the doggy style could know who i was getting fucked by.

he was going at an unbelievable rate i was guessing he was at his high point because i definitely was. i pleaded to cum

“please d-d-daddy let me cum” you moaned out in pure pleasure.

“at the same time 3..2..1”

you both let go of the knots in your stomach at the same time. juices still leaking from you but you flipped over his dick still in you with a visible belly buldge from how big it was.

“that was amazing”

“you did so well baby”

“baby?”

“yeah isn’t that what i’m meant to call my girlfriend” he gave me the most cutest smile i’ve ever seen

“girlfriend? who said anything about me being your girlfriend” i held back my sarcastic laugh

“oh” he said in a deeply hurt tone

“of course i’ll be your girlfriend i’m just playing” you said giggling as he smiled at you

“good, i’m gonna go get us a wet towel to clean this up”

you tried to get up after him but your legs were so weak and stumbled onto the floor chris came back rushing with a wet towel throwing it aside to pick you up and sit you on the bed grabbing the towel back up and cleaning the outside of you and his tip with the wet towel. he then threw it in the wash basket and picked you up bridal style and sat you on his gaming chair whilst he removed the sheets and pillow case off his bed, the sheets were only covered in cum but he knew how much it would bug you, since you would be sleeping in his bed now, if the sheets and pillowcase weren’t matching.

he grabbed the clothes you two tossed on the floor earlier and put it in the wash and he grabbed the fresh love hoodie putting it in your lap and walking over to his wardrobe to grab the joggers that matched with the hoodie. he didn’t mind you wearing it with no panties on because you were now his girlfriend and he put on a new pair of boxers and he grabbed his black fresh love set and put it on top so you two were now matching.

you had slowly recovered enough to be able to walk around the bed and grab the lollipop chris had set on the bedside table and put it right back in your mouth he found a lollipop he had stashed in his desk drawer and was getting to the point of unwrapping it and you quickly snatched it

“lets just share this lollipop” you said grabbing the lollipop out of your mouth and holding chris’ mouth open to insert the lollipop in his. you climbed into his lap as he sat on his gaming chair and gave him a bear hug not ever wanting to let go.

he grabbed you bridal style again to pick you up and take you downstairs to grab a pepsi for the both of you, stopping in his tracks to see matt and nick laughing at the both of you sat on the couch.

“YOU TWO FUCKED!”

“I KNEW YOU LIKED EACHOTHER EEEWWWW”

“NEVER DO THAT AGAIN YOU DISGUSTING WEIRDOS”

“SHUT UP MATT ATLEAST HE GETS GOOD PUSSY” hopping out of chris’ arms you laughed in matts face

“YEAH YOU GET NONE MATT” chris followed you too the couch where matt and nick where sitting.

you whisper into chris’ ear “we will be fucking again despite what matt says” you laughed holding your stomach as chris turned the shade of a tomato

“STOP YOU DIRTY DIRTY PEOPLE” nick cried out

matt ran out of the living room to his room and nick followed but instead went to his room.

chris ended by giving you a smile like this and letting you cuddle straight into his arms falling asleep together on the couch.

#sturniolo #sturniolo imagine #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo smut #nicolas sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets

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linos-luna · 6 months

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Show me “A Thing or Two” ❣️

Changbin x Reader

Warnings: suggestive, dirty talk, cursing

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“He said that he wants to show you a thing or two”

“What?”

“You heard me.” Your friend, Han, laughed. “From the moment you two met, he’s had a thing for you.”

You were taken aback by this information. You had no idea.

“Are you really that oblivious? He’s always staring at you.”

“Well…” you paused to think back on it. And yeah, he does stare at you a lot. You’ll see him in your peripheral, staring at you with admiration and longing. How have you never noticed?

“He thinks you’re the hottest woman ever.” Han said with a shrug.

“Even though I’m taller than him?”

“Changbin doesn’t care about that stuff.” He replied with a laugh. He just says that he wants to ‘show you a thing or two’, whatever that means. His words not mine.”

“Interesting…” you said while looking at your phone that just buzzed. It was Changbin. You had planned on getting lunch in a few minutes. Almost forgot about it.

“Um… I’ll see you later, Han”

“Are you gonna say something to him?” He asked curiously.

“I-I don’t know…” you said with an awkward shrug before leaving.

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You soon met with your friend Changbin at a local coffee shop. They had some food items like cute sandwiches and paninis. The place was actually pretty crowded, a somewhat popular spot.

You both sat near the back, away from commotion.

You siped at your iced coffee as Changbin talked to you about something. You weren’t exactly sure what was he was talking about as you were lost in thought.

“Y/n? Hello?”

“Hm? Oh!” You were suddenly snapped out of your thoughts and let out a nervous laugh. “Sorry Bin, I was thinking’s about something.”

“Thinking about what? He asked while taking a bite of his sandwich.

“It’s just… Han talked to me earlier.” You said while looking as his buff arms. “He said some things…”

“What kinda things…?”

“Oh you know… things…” A small smile crept its way to your face as you lightly rubbed his leg with your foot under the table.

O-oh…” he chuckled nervously when feeling your touch under the table.

“You know… I heard you say some interesting things.” You said while leaning forward and rubbing his arms that were resting on the table.

Changbin blushed as you got closer and wasn’t completely sure what you were talking about.

“I hear… that you wanna show me a thing or two.” You say with a teasing smile. “Is that right, Binnie?”

“I-I-…” he stuttered while red in the face. Han told you the secret?! Why would he do that?!

“So what are those things, Binnie?” You said with a pout.

Changbin was getting hot, wondering if anyone nearby was watching. Maybe that’s why you wanted to sit near the back.

“N-not sure…” he replied while trying not to make eye contact.

“I think you do.” You said while lightly squeezing his arms.

“Hm?”

“I think… you wanna fuck me…” you say in a low whisper. “You wanna fuck me so hard that I’m screaming your name, right Binnie?”

Changbin bit his lip and felt as his pants were getting uncomfortably tight.

“Hey.” You snapped your fingers in his face. “Answer me.”

He instantly nodded and you scoffed at at his answer.

“That’s all?”

Changbin shook his hea while breaking eye contact with you again.

“Then what?” You teased. “What do you wanna do to me?”

“Spank you…” he said quietly.

“Hm?”

“I wanna spank you.” He said with a little more confidence, now finally making eye contact. “I wanna spank your ass red.”

“Yeah?”

“I wanna tie up your hands and make you beg….”

“Beg for what?” You asked slyly.

“Beg for me to go harder…” he said with a devious smile. “Beg to cum and beg for my cock.”

He took hold of your chin and smirked as he pulled you towards him.

“I wanna fuck you so hard that you can’t walk the next morning…”

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So part of this is a true story… 😅

A friend of mine’s roommate told me that friend likes me. And actually said “he wants to show me a thing or two”

This friend is also 5’6” and buff like Changbin so…

His roommate has told me he’s a little wild in bed.

Tomorrow I’m meeting up with him for lunch so… 😅

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myg-butterfly · 8 months

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Nothing New (TEASER)

Idol!Bts x Choreographer!Reader

Hurt/Comfort, ANGST, Eventual Fluff, Jealousy, and Insecurities

Release Date: TBA

A/N: Hi guys! This one has been in the works for a WHILE, I keep getting stuck in certain parts, but I'll be done soon! For now, here is the little preview I posted about like a week ago. I hope you enjoy! Kissies and huggies!

Finally, a long-awaited date with all of you. The boys were filled with energy, talking and joking on the ride there, and you felt your heart growing lighter: you still had them.

They even helped you get off the car with all the gentleness in the world, helped you get in your seat and made sure you were completely comfortable.

The lightness quickly weighed down into something much heavier when you saw Joanna walk in and make her way to the table.

And the weight felt like it had been dropped to you feet when the guys scooted to make space for her, Namjoon even standing up to hug her and letting her sit first so she'd be in between him and Jungkook.

How long has it been since they hugged you with such happiness?

"Oh my god, Y/N, hi! The boys didn't tell me you would be here."

Something about the way she said "the boys" made your hands itch, almost as much as your throat itched to say 'likewise'.

"Welp. I'm here. Haha."

Dinner wasn't fun, to say the least.

Joanna was blatantly saying shit to embarrass you the entire time, and it even worse, your boyfriends seemed to be soaking up her every word, laughing whenever she pointed out something embarrassing about you when she knew you in high school.

"Yeah! And when we choreographed together, she would always forget her parts." She lets out a giggle and Hoseok laughs too: what's so funny?

"It was only once or twice." You groan, mostly to yourself, but Joanna hears it.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night."

Everyone laughs at her words again and suddenly, you start to think that staying home was the better option.

"I've always said she has the memory of a goldfish. Sometimes it felt like I was doing all the work because i constantly had to step in and help when Y/N froze up."

She turns to you to ask her next question:

"How are you doing now that I haven't been here to clean up after you? Are you making Jimin do it?" She laughs and nudges Jimin, who's sitting next to her, on the shoulder, and he happily shoves back with a bright smile on her face.

"I'm fine, it's rare that I forget stuff lately."

She gasps in a dramatic manner - you wish she would just disappear already.

"You? Not wasting time in rehearsal? Because you forgot? That's unheard of!"

You hate the way pretty much all of the guys laugh at her words: they know how much work you've put into being a good choreographer. Why were they laughing at you?

Suddenly, you feel the person next to you pressing up closer against you: Seokjin.

You look at him and he has a soft smile on his face, but not towards Joanna; his entire focus is on you.

"You have a really good memory darling. We can tell you've worked on it." The knot in your stomach softens its grip after hearing Seokjin's words, and for the first time since you got here, your smile is genuine.

"Anyways, how'd you injure yourself?"

"Oh, we were doing some cardio and I tripped. Fell at an awkward angle and it twisted my leg. Haha."

Joanna laughs a little too hard at this.

"I've always also said that for a supposed dancer you sure are clumsy as hell."

Some of the guys giggle at her comment, and you look down at your lap: why were they laughing at you?

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Seokjin sit up a little straighter, and you suspect he's gonna say something.

"Supposed dancer?" He raised a brow and to most people, it would've seemed like he was just egging onto the joke, but you and the rest of the table could tell that there was a serious undertone to his question.

It was no secret in your relationship with the guys that Seokjin had a specific soft spot for you – in a relationship as big as yours, its bound that all of you will have your weak spots for one another: Jungkook and Namjoon, Jimin and Taehyung, Hoseok and Yoongi, you and Seokjin.

So you were more than relieved when he met your gaze; he knew you were uncomfortable.

And as everyone knows, he's not one to stay quiet.

"I just mean it's surprising that for someone so clumsy she went into the professional world where coordination is crucial."

Jungkook uses this point to tease Namjoon, and thankfully the attention is taken off of you. You catch Seokjin's stare again and this time it's accompanied with an apologetic smile and him reaching out his hand to hold yours.

As your hands meet on top of the table, you seem to be the only one who notices the look Joanna sends you at the display of affection.

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#bts #bts fic #bts fluff #bts x reader #bts fanfic #bts au #bts imagines #bts angst #bts ff #bts comfort #bts hurt/comfort #bts poly #bts ot7 x reader #bts reactions #bts x y/n #bts x you

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conan-hearts-u · 2 months

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Why did i kiss him of all people?!

Ran Haitani x Gn!Reader

wc: 1k

You pull him by his shirt towards you. You put your lips against his. To be fair he didnt push you away. It seemed like he was enjoying it. He wrapped his arms aroud your waist and pulled you closer to him. He was suprisingly a good kisser. He had such soft lips. Ok this kiss is lasting too long. You can pull away now Y/n hahaha... You started running out of breath so you pulled away.

Then you notice who you just (almost made out with) kissed . The older Haitani brother. Ran fucking Haitani. Not only was he the hottest guy in your school he was also probably the scariest. He used to rule the entire of Roppongi with his younger brother and he went to juvie when he was 14 for murdering someone. He is also in a gang which isnt supring at all. Youre going to die. You will be murdered by him and his gang. Might as well start writting your goodbye letters

"Do you just kiss random guys all the the time or am I just lucky?" He gave you an amused smirk. His lazy lilac eyes staring at you.

"Oh my god im so sorry I just panicked" You wanted to run away so badly. Why would you even do this? Just to make your ex jealous? You saw them in the hallway behind you. But they werent there anymore. Its as if they just disappeared.

"So you kiss people when you panic?" He started laughing. You ran away quickly. You even forgot your book on your desk but you didnt care. All you wanted to do was go home and cry.

You were doing your homework but you kept getting notifications. So you decide to check your phone. And you see 100+ messages from your friend gc. You thought that some fight happend or one of your friends bf dumped them. But when you read one message you notice that its talking about you? All of the messages were about you.

"WHATT Y/N SINCE WHEN WERE U AND RAN HAITANI DATING??"- "Y/N YOU DIDNT TELL ME, YOUR BSF THAT YOU ARE DATING THE HOTTEST GUY IN OUR SCHOOL?"- "Is it true that both of you were making out in the hallway?"

You were so confused but then you noticed that someone probably saw you with him and now the entire school thinks you and Haitani are dating. What now? You cant go back to school? Oh my god why didnt Haitani just kill me when I kissed him. You finished your homework and went to sleep immediately after completing them. You started praying that you wouldnt wake up the next morning.

Sadly you didnt die in your sleep. And your parents forced you to school. You just hoped that the rumour didnt spread around the entire school. Maybe they just forgot about what happned. Maybe Haitani forgot you kissed him

Nope you were wrong. Everyone knew. It was pretty obvious. You take one step into your classroom and the entire class goes silent and just stares at you.

"Omg Y/n why didnt you tell me? I thought I was your best friend how could you not tell me about you and the older Haitani???" You friend put her hands on your shoulder and started shaking you aggressively

"Careful or your going to kill the poor girl. " Your other friend walked up to you and looked at you with her arm crossed "But she is right Y/n how could you not tell us?!"

"Uh well you see.." You didnt want to lie to them. They were your best friends after all but the truth is just .. sad.. "Yeah you see I saw my ex in the hallway yesterday and I paniced since I want to seem like im so over him even though im not over him at all so i kissed the first guy i see and that turns out to be Ran Haitani and now everyone thinks we are dating" Luckily someone interupted you before you could say anything stupid.

"Is Y/n L/n in this class?" A guy with red hair sticked his head out of the door frame.

You walk towards him "Uh yeah im her. Do you need anything?"

"Well.." the guy had a big grin on his face "Your boyfriend wants to talk to you. He is wating for you at the roof top" He said in probably one of the most annoying voices ever

Everyone heared what the red head said. They started being so loud and all of them came over to you and started asking you questions about your "boyfriend"

After struggling to leave the room because of the crow you finally succeeded. Am i actually going to go talk to him? Im going to get myself killed. You didnt want to talk to him at all. What fi he was planning on killing you or what if he has a girlfriend and she wants to have a "nice chat" with you. Your head kept coming up with worse scenarios one after other. But you decided to face your fear and talk to him.

When you first get to the roof top you see him. You can never get over the way he looks. He is so fucking attaractive any girl would fall for him easily exept you. Or thats atleast what you tried to convince yourself. Its not like you liked him but just his lilac tired looking eyes. His long balck and blonde hair...

"You can keep staring all you want doll" You didnt even notice you were staring at him and wait did he just call you doll?

"What do you want." You keep your head down looking at your feet not being able to look him in the eyes

"You think you can just kiss me and get away with it?" He lift your head up with his index and middle finger. "Look at me"

The way his lips move. Those are the lips you kissed. the soft lips.

"Why are you so focused on my lips? Hm?" he laughs and wraps and arm around your waist and pulls you close "Do you want me to kiss you? "

"N-no!" you started shaking your head. But in reality you really wanted him to kiss you again. Just once.

"How about I take you out tonight hm? what do you say about that" You only nod as a respose. He lets go and takes out his phone "This is my phone number"

You type the phone number into your contacts and you say goodbye to him and by saying goodbye I mean running away covering your face.

As soon as you get home you go to your toom and scream into your pillow. Kicking your feet up and down. Then you got the message

"send me your adress so I can pick you up"

you took your phone and held it close to your heart.

made with love by Conan <3

#ran haitani #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers #tokrev #tokyo revngers ran #ran haitani x reader #tokrev x reader

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soursvgar · 1 year

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Happy new years eve! Could you perhaps write something small about celebrating new years w the bros for the first time? What would they like to do on occasion? Eat fondue? Try making resolutions? Stay up to watch the first sunrise?

Maybe they don't even celebrate it because its kinda meaningless when your lifespan is so long lol

New Year's Eve with the brothers ♡

A/N: Hi anon, thank you for this prompt! This is really tiny, but i wanted to post it today to make it relevant so i hope you still like it!! ;v; ( i also just realized you said new year but i made it more new year's eve themed so i hope that's okay >< ) happy new year everyone!

Demon brothers x gender neutral mc

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

ෆ Lucifer will get drunk and make a heartfelt confession.

"Maybe you should hold back on the demonus a bit-" You try to release the bottle from Lucifer's grip, but the latter was squeezing it a bit too tight for you to peel it off his fingers. You knew he was stressed, but didn't realize he was that stressed to finish an entire bottle of the intoxicating drink. Diavolo decided to throw a new year's eve party for you, and you recently found out he had put Lucifer in charge of organizing it. With his plate already full, you couldn't help feeling apologetic, despite you not being directly involved.

"Lucifer, I'm really sorry. If I knew of the party beforehand, I would've helped you with it." You decide to sit by him, hoping the light stroking of his arm will help convey your feelings. However, Lucifer only grins as he gazes at you, eyes shining with adoration. "Nonsense, you have nothing to be sorry for. I would do that all over again, for you." He puts down the bottle, now taking your hands in his. "You're the best thing that happened to me, to us. You've made this year worth more than all of my years in this realm combined, and I hope you'll stay by my side to make my next year just as happy."

ෆ Mammon will kiss you at the countdown.

"Ten, nine, ei-" Your counting is paused by a pair of lips pressing against yours, and doesn't resume for what seems to be longer than ten seconds. "Happy new year." Mammon smiles as he pulls away from you. "You know you're supposed to kiss me after the countdown, right?" You snicker, though, you have no complaints regarding his actions.

"I know, but I heard humans believe that if ya kiss your loved one at midnight, you'll be together for the rest of the year, so I was thinking- if I kiss ya before, during, and after, you would love me forever! Pretty smart, ain't it?"

ෆ Leviathan will create a vision board with you.

You had been intending to assemble a vision board for the new year for a while, but it slipped your mind with your busy schedule, only to return on the last day of the year. You came to Levi for help, partly because you knew you wouldn't be able to finish it in time alone, but mostly because you wanted to spend the night with him doing something fun together, and wasn't sure how to bring it up. The two of you were almost done carefully placing the pieces on the board when Levi lets out a sudden gasp.

"Wait, we forgot the most important part of the vision board!" Levi rummages through the scattered papers, pulling a picture of the two of you from the pile of photographs on the floor before he glues it right in the middle. "You have to have this on as well, so we can experience all those great moments next year together."

ෆ Satan will learn about different traditions for you.

"What color is the underwear you are wearing?" Satan asks, completely unaware of how his question comes off, at least until he catches a glimpse of your reddened cheeks. "O-Oh, I mean, I just read that some cultures in the human world believe that wearing different colors of underwear on new year's eve will bless you with luck in different aspects of life." He pauses to make sure you follow. "And... well, I wanted to see if you're wearing red- wait, I didn't mean see-" You chuckle as he clears his throat, his face is now the one turning pink. "Anyway, not like you need any more luck in that department when you have me."

ෆ Asmodeus will take you out to see fireworks.

"Where are we going? I told you I'm not joining one of your parties." You had already changed to a comfortable attire, planning to spend the last day of the year relaxing at home, but Asmo has other plans, insisting for you to come outside with him. "Pretty please? With a cherry on top? I promise you won't regret it!" He whines, grabbing the sleeve of your sweatshirt and pretending to be pulling you off the bed.

At last, you surrender, following Asmo to an open meadow with a remarkable view of the city. "Happy new year!" He beams when the clock strikes twelve; colorful lights illuminate the night skies as the sounds of explosions echo through them. "There are fireworks in the devildom?" You query. Captivated by the enthralling sight, you barely detect Asmo's arm wrapping around your shoulder to bring you closer. "There are now, for you, love."

ෆ Beelzebub will have a feast with all kinds of traditional food.

"Here, here! Try this!" Beel chimes, happily holding the chopsticks to your mouth. "Beel, I really can't eat anymore- I think you'll have to finish the rest on your own." You sigh. Truth is, you've been full after the seventh dish he had you sampling, but his enthusiasm was just too adorable to not cooperate with. "But these soba noodles are amazing, and you haven't even tried the lentils- it would bring you good fortune! Although, maybe you should hide that from Mammon." Beel shrugs as he continues stuffing his face.

"You know you could've just asked what food I eat during this time in the human world, right? You didn't have to cater food from every single country on earth." You laugh, finally stepping down from the tasting fest as you officially call quits.

"Hm? But where's the fun in that?"

ෆ Belphegor will fall asleep before the clock strikes twelve.

Belphegor really did try his best to fight the fatigue for a couple long hours while the two of you celebrated, but at the end, he succumbs to fatigue as his head falls perfectly on your shoulder- right before it hits midnight.

"Happy new y- oh, why are you looking at me like that?" Puzzled, Belphegor yawns, eyes glancing over to the clock after confronting your glare. "I missed it huh... I'm really sorry." He grins sheepishly, leaning in to place a peck to your pouting lips. "Well, are you still mad or can I get my new year's kiss now?"

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me scenarios #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me mc

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2. wicked games, dm.

SUMMARY — Y/N Gorgon and Draco Malfoy have a long history of mutual hatred. You see, the two of them have been pulling pranks on each other since their 1st year at Hogwarts, to the dismay of their close friends and supervisors. However, after a prank left Y/N completely out of her mind, she decides that she'll pull her cruelest prank yet on Draco by pretending to be his secret admirer.

PAIRING — Draco Malfoy x reader

GENRE — series, enemies to lovers, rival, comedy (?)

WORD COUNT — 2045 words.

AUTHOR’S NOTE — I'm not too proud of this chapter not gonna lie :(( I hope that it’s good enough, and any criticism is welcome as long as its not harsh lmaooo

PARTS. 1 2 3 4 5 6 finale

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II. VILLAIN ORIGIN STORY

We all have memories we'll never forget. Those memories bear an impact on us, an impact so big that they are engraved in the back of our brains forever. For instance, you remember the first time you ate a chocolate frog, the first time you watched the snow fall from your bedroom’s window and you'll never forget your first encounter with Draco Malfoy. In opposition to the first memories, the latter was not a pleasant recollection.

It was on your first ever day at Hogwarts and you remember smiling from ear to ear as you entered the mesmerizing facility. The building was, and still is, magnificent beyond words could ever describe. You were taking it all in, staring at every object or construction you could as if they might disappear the moment you'd tear your eyes from them: the grand doors, the walls, the ceiling— oh, how the ceiling was beautiful; it was bewitched to seem as if it was a starry night. Even though you'd had the opportunity to stargaze thousands of times in your life, you were mesmerized because this was a sight you never had the chance to see. "It’s so pretty y/n!" your childhood friend, Athena, exclaimed equally as impressed as you. "I know right!" you beamed as you continued to watch the false stars twinkle, "it’s impre—" Before you were able to end your sentence, you had collided with another student, making you both fall on the ground. "Watch it you idiot." you stared up to meet a pair of grey eyes. "I’m sorry, I was just— " You were cut off."Staring at the ceiling? Is it the first time you ever saw a ceiling?"The boy spat with a condescending tone, making you scowl at his unnecessary spitefulness. He got up and readjusted his robes while bearing an angry expression on his face. Following his motions, you also stood up and started to dust off your clothes. "Merlin, I think you made me scratch my brand-new shoes." He scowled while staring at his shoes for a few seconds. Then he looked back at you, ready to reprimand you as if he was your teacher or your father. "Do you know how mu—"You cut him off, "Merlin, you are so shallow!" You frowned. "I didn’t do it on purpose, and I apologized," you emphasized on the last word. "So can we please put this behind us," you smiled, trying to suppress your anger. Noticing that he was about to open his mouth to fight back, Athena spoke quickly to stop the nonsense that was probably going to come out of his lips. "Come on y/n, let’s not get in trouble on our first day." She grabbed your arm making you turn around to face her "besides he’s overreacting," she said softly. "He’s an immature boy." You nodded at your best friend’s words: She’s right, you should not give a bad impression to the teachers before you even got sorted into your house. "Yeah you’re right, he’s just a little prick." You smiled smugly. "How dare you?!" the irritating person spoke again and to be honest, you almost forgot about his presence. You thought that he’d be gone by now to follow the rest of the first-year students to the dining hall but, to your dismay, he didn’t do you this favor. "Have you got no shame to say that I’m a prick right in front of my face?" He scoffed. "I can’t believe I have to deal with such peasants on my first day." He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Peasants?" Just like that, a frown made back its way to your face. "Are you out of your mind for saying stuff like this?" He smirked, clearly satisfied that he got to you easily. "Why? Are you saying that you’re not a peasant?"you clenched your jaw."Because you sure do look like one!" You looked at him in disbelief before turning your head to the right to speak to Athena. "How can a twelve-year-old have this much arrogance in their body?" You then turned your head back to him and narrowed your eyes, "look," you spoke menacingly, "You should apologize for what you just said because you really don’t want to get on my bad side," you continued. "Get on your bad side?" He laughed, "please, do you even know who I am? Do you know who my father is?"He spoke as if you were supposed to shiver timbers at the mention of his father. "I don’t care who your father is." You crossed your arms, "as a matter of fact, you can tell your daddy," you took a step closer to him, "to shove whatever empty threat he thinks is going to scare me up his bum!"The blond boy became as red as a tomato and if steam could come out of his ears, you would have been able to see lots of it, like a chimney on a cold winter day."You fucking mud-blood,"he spoke through his teeth, "you just dug your own grave" you watched him intentively, waiting for his next words. "You’re not ready for what’s coming for you," he continued. "Mom, I’m scared!" You ducked your head and brought your crossed arms to your shoulders to pretend like you were shielding yourself from danger. You and athena laughed heartily at your actions while the blond boy was looking at the both of you with a discontent look on his face. After you had calmed down from laughing, you switched back to crossing your arms, but this time, you were staring at him challengingly. « Bring it on» you smirked. You were in for a hell of a ride. ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ And so, you and Draco started to get back at each other to make each other’s life as bad as possible. There wasn’t a day during the school year when one of you wasn’t yelling profanities at the other. Hogwarts had not known a single peaceful day since the two of you first stepped foot in its castle. At first, the pranks were innocent, to say the least: They ranged from you stealing a school book to Draco hiding a tarantula in your bedsheets. Plus, the fact that you both were sorted in the same house made it easier to access each other’s dorms and thus made you even more creative with the pranks like replacing shampoo with green hair dye for example (Draco remembers this one all too well.) There was an unspoken rule between you and Draco: Each time a prank is pulled, the counterattack has to be crueler. There were clearly no limits to the extent to which you guys would go to make sure the other's day is ruined. Currently, you were hiding behind a wall that led to the hallway where Draco was located. You were prying on Draco and his clique who were currently having a boring conversation. You looked at the pink envelope you held in your hand knowing damn well that it was going to make their day a tad exciting. The thing is, you didn’t know how to give it to him without revealing your identity. You sighed out of frustration: You could’ve put it on his bed as you could access his dormitory easily or even put it on the table of the Slytherin common room but then, it’ll be too obvious that the letter was from you. Your mind was hurting from thinking of possible ways to give Draco the letter without potentially being framed as its writer. Suddenly, a boy that looked like he could be a first-year had the misfortune to cross your path. You smiled in victory as you waited for him to come closer to you so you could speak to him without being heard. "Hey, you!" you whispered as loud as you could to the first-year Hufflepuff that was coming your way. The young boy looked scared and pointed to himself, making sure that you actually wanted to catch his attention. "Yes, you!" He gulped not knowing what you could want from him. "Come quick, I’m not gonna bite you!" He walked towards you hurriedly. You handed him the pink envelope containing the love letter, "give this to Draco Malfoy" You pointed to the platinum-haired boy and his eyes widened at the sight of the boy, "to M-malfoy?" Of course, no first-year would ever want to be in a 100-meters radius of Draco unless they wanted to be humiliated in the worst way possible. "Just give it to him!" You said annoyed. You didn’t quite understand why the entire school was scared shitless of Malfoy, he’s just all bark and no bite. "Look, don’t worry," you reassured him, "if he says anything to you I’ll step in," you smiled. Though, you knew that he was not going to do anything because the letter will distract him. "Now go and don’t tell him who gave it to you," you warned "under any circumstances," you added, "and when you’re done come back to me," he gulped not looking too sure about running this errand for you but, then, he nodded before turning on his heels and walking towards Draco. "This is about to get interesting," you thought as you watched the boy’s figure walk towards Malfoy. Your breath itched when the first-year arrived next to Draco and you watched the scene unfold. "Well, well, well," Draco smirked, "what gave you the courage to come this close to me?' The boy looked stressed, fearing what will happen in the next few minutes. "S-someone asked me to give this to you," he presented to him the pink envelope with both of his hands while shutting his eyes closed scared of Draco’s next move "what’s this?" The blond boy said curiously while snatching the letter from the boy’s hands. He opened the letter hurriedly wanting to know what was in the envelope contained. Then, the moment you were waiting for the most came: He took out the piece of paper and started to read. You felt nervous, to say the least, and you hoped that your prank would work. You continued to watch Draco as his eyes were fixated on the words written before him. And then, to your pleasure, the ghost of a smile appeared on Malfoy's lips. "He smiled," you grinned. It was a small smile, almost unnoticeable, yes but he still smiled. Draco must’ve felt the grin that wanted to display on his lips badly and so, he bit his bottom lip to suppress it as much as he could. Malfoy cleared his throat, "You can go now," he said to the first year who nodded eagerly to be out of Draco’s sight as fast as he could. "Before, you go," Draco said making the Hufflepuff boy stop in his tracks, "who gave you this letter?" you could feel the first-year panic, "I-i’m afraid that I can’t tell you." Malfoy looked at him attentively before speaking up again, "Merlin, just go what are you still doing here!" This time, the younger boy ran away from Draco to meet you behind the wall you were hiding behind. You watched as the boy came back to meet you "Was I dreaming or did I see a smile on his lips?" You asked the boy, "I-I think I saw him smile too" you clasped your hands happily while looking at the ceiling, "thank you merlin," you said with a huge smile on your face. The boy looked at you curiously, "what was in the letter?" You tore your eyes from the ceiling to look back at him, "That is none of business," you said, "However, I have a feeling that you’ll be my partner in crime," you smiled. "So, what’s your name?" the boy spoke up, "My name is Sasha." You put a hand on his shoulder, « Sasha, I have a feeling that you and I will get along very well,» you said before turning around to leave the hallway. "Malfoy, you are so dumb," you chuckled as you skipped to your next class happily. Sasha looked very confused as he watched your strange demeanor. "What did I get myself into?" He said tiredly.

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jeffsfavoriteknife · 1 year

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Can I req some Toby x male reader?

Where reader likes to wear collars, but they’re always covered up by long shirts and jumpers.

& Toby is just really into and it and wants to fuck reader on the spot the moment that he spots it?

Yes you can!!! I hope i got what you were looking for but if i didnt my excuse is its about 3 am and im exhausted. Tumblr doesnt give me inbox notifs either so im sorry i delivered late! Enjoy 🫶

(18+ male reader x toby! Fic)

You knocked on his door loudly, the door opening as a tall man let you in. This was your best friend toby, you both had known each other for a while and often had occasional gaming sessions, he didnt game much but when he did, it was amusing to see him get riled up about loosing. You had completely forgot to take your collar off that you enjoyed wearing in the comfort of your own home so you were glad you had thrown on your way too big at the sleeves Garfield shirt, it was long but big enough to hide most of the collar, hopefully toby wouldnt notice.

Toby angrily huffed as he lost for the 3rd time in a row, you giggled in victory. “Its not that bad toby, you just gotta learn how matchups work, dragon doesnt work against fairy silly” he seemed to smile and chuckle to himself a bit before freezing, you hadnt caught on that he had noticed the bright blue of your collar poking from your shirt. He grabbed your hand and yanked you forward, ignoring your yelp as he looked at it closer, his eyes werent lying to him, you had a collar on. “Did you wear this just f-for me?” Your face dropped as blush creeped into your face, entirely coating it as you hesitated to answer, did you wear it for him? You could have taken it off before you headed over to his place but the fact you didnt had you questioning yourself. “M-maybe”

What happened next was a blur to you, for some reason the collar made him loose his shit, his hands were all over you, his mouth on yours with his tongue shoved down your throat as you had give up trying to fight for dominance long ago, his hands down your pants as they feverishly gripped at your ass. He pulled away from your mouth, saliva dripping down his chin as he stared at you, huffing as he gripped your legs and spread them wide open causing you to hide your face in shame. You were rock solid, even through your jeans it was so plain to tell that toby made your body react in the most beautiful ways. He grabbed at your belt, undoing it before grabbing your wrists and tying them up with it before yanking your pants and boxers down with ease. Your eyes looked up at him as he yanked off his as well, however slight panic set in as you looked down at his cock, he was big and you had no idea if he could fit. “O-oh toby i dont know if thats gonna-“ he silenced you by turning you on your belly with your ass up to him “it w-will, ill make it fit” he spread your ass open and spit on your hole, coating it in his saliva as he also spit on his hand and pumped himself a bit. His hand pushed onto your back, making you lean down more so he could raise your ass a bit higher as he positioned himself.

He spent no time shoving himself in you, making you cry out in pleasure and pain as he immediately bottomed out in you, your legs shaking already just from the sheer size of him. He untied your hands and grabbed them, one on each side of you so he could pull you by your arms and started ramming into you, your head leaned back as his cock started railing into your prostate, if you had known tobys weakness was collars you would have worn them way sooner around him. “Your so f-fuckin pretty with it wrapped around yoir n-neck” he complimented you, his words going straight to your cock as you struggled desperately not to cum “wouldnt it be b-better if it had my name o-on it?” With this said he bit into your neck hard, no doubt leaving a mark, this had cum spurting out of your cock and you wailing his name like an absolute whore. He gripped your arms tighter, pounding into you a few more times before pumping you full of him cum. You laid down fully on his bed, the smell of his sheets slowly putting you to sleep, but the sound of jingling made you move your head to look at toby, he was taking one of his dogtags off and sat u up, putting it onto the hoop of your collar, you looked down at the tag and read it, it had his name on it, with this you smiled

#tobyxmalereader #nsfwfic #no minors please #creepypasta x male reader #creepypastansfwfic

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thyme-in-a-bubble · 1 year

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daisy, chapter three

A/N: dude... I am unwell after writing this... I am lightheaded. I am screaming. holy fucking shit. I have no words, no words, this is just uunghhhhhh 😵‍💫

summary: the one with the diary incident

warnings: private school!reader, perv!steve, smut, kissing, stealing underwear, male masturbation, fingering, dirty talk, mentions of improvised sex toy

word count: 2529

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“…hamate, triquetrum, pisiform, lunate and this last one is called scaphoid,” you said as your finger nervously danced over the root of Steve’s palm, recalling the names of all the bones there because apparently, that had been the most logical thing for your brain to distract you with when handholding turned into a butterfly inducing comparison of yours and his hands, but mostly just you drooling over his, clenching your thighs together every time he tried to aid your inspection by wiggling his fingers or something that would make the prominent veins pop and dance.

“Good to know,” Steve ducked his head down, waiting for you to meet his eyes again. Your sudden waterfall of an anatomy lesson came out of the blue, but he didn’t seem to mind, especially not when you blushed like that. “You are gonna be such a good doctor. Like, I don’t wanna get sick or hurt, but I would give my right arm for you to be my doctor.”

“Oh yeah?” your eyes finally flickered up to meet his, “your right arm?”

His infectious grin almost immediately rubbed off on you, “yeah.”

“That’s quite a sacrifice.”

“What can I say, I love you,” he leaned in and gave your lips a soft peck, “and it would also be super hot,” gently resting his palm on one of your crisscrossed knees, the tips of his fingers played lightly with the bottom of your pastel dress.

The giggle that bubbled out of you didn’t stop him from kissing you. He simply kept it up till your amusement died down and you melted into him completely.

When the phone suddenly started ringing from down the hallway, it took the two of you a surprising amount of time to detach long enough for you to go answer it.

“Hello?” you glanced over your shoulder to where you could still see Steve exactly where you’d abandoned him. Previously just sitting comfortably on the bed, he now fell back dramatically and melted into the mattress.

“Hi honey,” your mother’s voice rang loud and clear in your ear,

“Oh, hey mom!” you fiddle with curly cord, wrapping it around your finger, “what’s up?”

“So, I’m gonna be home a little later than I thought, and you know how the Robinsons asked us to water their plants while they’re away on vacation?”

“Yeah,” you recalled how your mom had been running over to your neighbour's house every day for nearly a week now.

“Well, I forgot to do it this morning, so do you think you could do it for me?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Oh, wonderful! Thank you so much,” she cheered, “the key is under the mat, and they’ve hung a pretty specific guide on the fridge.”

“Okay, I’ll see you tonight.”

“See you tonight, bye.”

Hanging up, you called out before you reached your room again, “hey Steve, I gotta go for a second, okay?”

“What?” he sat up, “why?”

“I just gotta go water the neighbour's plants.”

“Seriously?” his fingers reached for you as soon as you were close enough, “can’t you just do it later?”

“No,” you tried to pry him off of you, “I wanna do it before you and your big, brown, sparkling eyes make me forget.”

Letting go, he leaned back and smirked, “my big sparkling eyes?”

“Just, shut up. I’ll be right back.”

Earlier today, Steve had managed to sneak up and scare you. Tickled your sides till you begged for mercy. Now, it would just be plain dumb if you didn’t take this as an excuse for a little payback.

Sneaking back into the house, you crept your way down the hallway, weary of the creaky floorboards you knew all too well.

You couldn’t wait to see his face. Oh, it had been way too long since you’d given him a good scare, you always had a way of giving your presence away before you could manage to actually scare him. But not this time. This time he wouldn’t see you coming.

Your bedroom door was still ajar, a sliver of light painted the hallway as you snuck up and carefully pushed it open just a tad more to get an inkling of where in the room he was.

There he stood, leaning over your vanity, and completely enthralled in a book that laid there. But there was something else, something that made it impossible for you to move any further. His right arm was moving and, in the reflection, you caught sight of just how far it was jammed down the front of his jeans.

Taking a seat on the small stool, you heard the sound of him tugging down his zipper. Skimming a long finger over the pages, it was now that you recognised what book it was. The bright pink cover was noticeable even from across the room. That was your diary. He was reading your diary. Or, it was pretty clear that he wasn’t just reading it…

A moan filled the room and your felt your nails dig into the wooden door frame. You could still see his face in the mirror. Heavy lids and his mouth hung agape as he reread the same entry over and over again.

Pausing for a moment, he reached over into the hamper to the side and snatched up a pair of dirty panties from the very top of the pile. Weaving his fingers through the cotton, he raised the floral material up to his face and inhaled deeply, letting his eye flutter shut, just for a moment.

“Fuck,” he groaned, lowering the fabric down towards his obscured length and no doubt enveloping his cock in your pretty little underwear, wrapping himself up in your musk and fucking into the closest thing he could find to your cunt.

Within a short amount of time, his vulgar noises became louder, and his face contorted.

And there you still stood, just frozen in place. Throbbing, but frozen. Just watching him regain his breath as you tried to regain your own.

Finally looking up, he discovered you in the reflection, staring back at him.

“Ace, I-… how long have you been standing there?”

Watching as he quickly tugged himself away, you also noticed the attempt at being subtle, hiding the cum covered underwear in his pocket.

You didn’t know what to ask first. Are you reading my diary or did you just cum reading it?

“Is that my diary?” you forced your jelly-like legs to move, stepping into the room.

Turning around in the chair, he faced you, looking like he was ready for you to slap him at any moment, “yes…”

“Did you just-”

“Yeah…”

“Oh…” not trusting your legs, you sat down on the bed, face surely completely crimson by now, “w-why? did me writing about how much I hate my teacher really do it for you?”

“That wasn’t the part I was reading… it, um… it was something about a dream…” his tone sounded searching, hoping that you’d remember, “I was apparently in it.”

“Which one?” you wrote most of your vivid dreams down in that book, “I’ve known you forever, it’s not that unusual for you to pop into one of my dreams…”

“It was dated sometime last month?” he then added as if he was trying to lighten the news, “it was a very nice dream…”

Last month… what dream did you have last month that could possibly have prompted him to do that?

“Oh my god,” it suddenly hit you and your hands shot up to cover your face, “oh my god!” it felt like you had a fever from the way your face was burning up, “I can’t believe you read that!”

“I did,” how could he sound so calm in all of this? Was he smiling? It sounded like he was smiling, “and I really liked it. Obviously.”

“God, I’m so embarrassed…”

The idea of just covering yourself up underneath all of your blankets till he eventually left was sadly crushed when you felt the mattress dip beside you, “If it makes you feel better,” he scooted in a little closer, “need I remind you what you just walked in on me doing? You actually saw me getting off and I just read about you doing it.”

That entry hadn’t just been a description of the relatively tame wet dream you’d had, but also how you hadn’t been able to cum fast enough after waking up from it.

“Yeah, no, that doesn’t really help me right now.”

Feeling his fingers wrap around your wrists, he gently dragged them down. All you could see was him. Just him and his gentle smile.

Relaxing slightly under his gaze, some of the flustered nature still didn’t seem to wanna disappear just yet. Your breathing hadn’t returned to normal yet, and Steve’s fingers tickled slightly against your thighs that were, unbeknownst to you, rubbing together in search of release.

Tugging a stray piece of hair behind your ear, his bold words hit you like a truck, “could you show me?”

“What?”

“Show me how you make yourself cum?” you felt his fingers lightly play with your hair.

“What,” you swallowed hard, “l-like right now?”

“Right here, right now.”

“Really?”

“You saw mine, I wanna see yours.”

“But you read about it,” you bit down on your bottom lip, trying to hinder the growing smirk.

“I know,” he smiled, obviously thinking back to what he had just read about, “but I wanna see it.” It then clicked what it actually was that he was asking you to do and averted his gaze, “I’m sorry… it’s okay if you don’t want to. We don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to.”

Taking a moment to truly think about it without his hypnotising gaze fixed upon you, you spoke up softly, “… I want to…”

Looking up at you in slight surprise, “yeah?”

“Yeah…” his lips quickly found yours in a heated kiss. Feeling slightly lightheaded, you twisted your face just enough to squeak out, “but, I don’t know,” fearing that the teaspoon-sized amount of courage you possessed wasn’t enough to get you over the finish line, “it’s just weird with you here…”

“Well,” placing a few more soft pecks upon your blushing skin, slowly making their way down your neck, “maybe I could help you… would you like that?”

“Yes,” you shuttered, practically feeling yourself drip at his offer.

Climbing back behind you, he encouraged your body to lean back against his chest. Letting your eyes flutter closed, you nearly felt drunk in his warm embrace. Running his palms down your arms, he left millions of goosebumps in his wake, till he reached your hands, lacing his fingers with yours.

“Tell me about the dream, ace,” his voice in your ear made you instinctually raise a shoulder up, rubbing the shiver away.

“But you just read about it…” your hips rolled down into the mattress as he started to move your interlocked hands over your skin, quickly locating your boobs.

“Please?” he nipped your neck, “for me?”

“We, um,” your breath was heavy as he set to decorate your neck with lavender marks, “were laying on a couch…”

“Mhm,” his voice vibrated against your skin.

“And we were kissing…”

“Yeah?” he closed his own and therefore making your own hands squeeze your tingly tits.

“And that’s kinda it… we just made out…” you couldn’t help but feel foolish that such a comparatively mild dream had had such great power over you.

“And that was all you needed, huh?” he redirected your right hand down further south, “just a little dream of us kissing and you cream your pretty little panties?” you saw him hook a long finger over yours to hike up your dress.

“I, um…” you watched as both of your hands disappeared under the waistband of your underwear. Your left hand flexed under his own, catching your hard nipple between your fingers.

His hands were glued to yours. He was controlling every single move, but it was still your hands that touched you, not his.

Circling the tips of your fingers over your clit, he pressed down hard. “You just couldn’t stop yourself, could you? If the thought of me simply kissing you makes you do that, then just imagine what you’d do if something more had happened…”

Dipping down to catch some of the abundant arousal that leaked out of you, you almost felt embarrassed about how soaked you were. That show had clearly done more than you’d thought.

“Fuck ace,” you could feel his hard on poking your lower back, “is what you wrote really what happened?” you nodded your head under his chin, “did you really fuck yourself with the handle of your hairbrush?”

It hadn’t been the first time… some days, your mind just wouldn’t quit till you had something remotely phallic in your present and that smooth end often did the trick.

“Y-yeah…”

Practically puppeteering your hand, he made you dip your middle finger down to tickle your buzzing entrance.

“You dirty little girl… fucking yourself with a hairbrush just because you were so desperate for my cock, huh? Is that why you did it? You wanted your best friend to come and fill you up?” he pushed your finger inside, little by little.

Throwing your head back into his chest, your eye caught sight of your reflection in the vanity mirror. Steve’s eyes were transfixed, watching closely over your shoulder at exactly what he did to you. Ogling the way both of your hands moved, entangled underneath your underwear, making the cotton bulge out.

“Yeah, does this feel good? You want more?” you moaned in response, “do you want me to go get your precious little brush?”

“N-no.”

“No? Then what do you want, huh?” he was practically drooling on your neck, “Is it me? Do you want me? You want this?” he slipped his own long finger in beside yours. “Is that what you want, huh?” the way he moved it beside yours produced the lewdest of squelching noises, “does our fingers feel good? Together in your sweet little pussy, baby? Do they feel better than that hairbrush?”

“Yes! Fuck, Steve-” your thighs quivered, and you writhed to try and bury your face.

“That’s it,” he took over most of the movements when the pleasure that his gave you made you forsake your own. Wrenching your left hand free, you clutched onto his forearm, feeling the muscles tense and flex at just how insistent his movements now were. “Good girl, cum on my fingers just like you came on the brush that you tame your hair with every goddamn day.”

Your toes were curling, your whole body was writhing, and he didn’t quit till you were practically screaming.

As he withdrew his hand, he gave your puffy clit one last rub on the way out, making your hips buckle aggressively at the overstimulation.

Kissing your cheek, you saw him look into the mirror, watching your twitching and heaving body closely as he hugged you closer to his own.

“Thank you for the show, ace…”

“No,” you met his eyes in the reflection, “thank you.”

next chapter

#lea’s writing #daisy #steve harrington #perv!steve #perv!steve harrington #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington hc #steve harrington series #steve harrington headcanon #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington x y/n smut #steve harrington x female reader smut #steve harrington drabble #perv!steve harrington x reader

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mimikittysblog · 9 months

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BFF! Jake: Your Ex Tries to Get You Back

Synopsis: How each member of Enhypen would react when their best friend (who also happens to be their crush) has their ex trying to get you back.

Genre: fluff and a tiny bit of angst, but barely there | headcanons

Tagging: @findingjuyo 😚🤭

Heeseung - Jay - Sunghoon - Sunoo - Jungwon - Niki

.✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ✧.

You and Jake met when you were still in australia during school.

The boy is just naturally friendly so you guys became friends very quickly.

Besides that you two were the smart kids in your class.

So you guys liked to challenge yet also help each other for classes.

Like you two can go from "Hah! I'm a point higher than you! makes me smarter" "oh shut up"

to "Okay can you help me with this formula?? I could barely understand her in class today" "Of course!"

Biggest rival yet closest friend type thing hehe.

Dude thats so cute heheheh just constant bickering but always helping each other hehehe

Okay so the boy is good at everything.

Academics, sports, talent and such a nice boy.

Of course you were gonna fall for him.

you and like half of the schools population..

Now you weren't gonna lie, you were heartbroken when Jake told you he was gonna leave Australia.

However you were also completely ecstatic for him cause he was chasing his dreams.

You even were there to send him and his family off at the airport.

"Don't you dare forget me when you're a big star okay?!" You said while hugging him

"We don't even know if I'm even gonna make it past auditions Y/n!" He chuckled.

"Hush. You're Jake Sim!!! They're dumb if they don't accept you. and if they are that dumb I know you'll just keep trying till you make it!"

He just chuckled more and hugged you tighter before he had to board.

Though as you made your way out of the airport you suddenly got a text from him.

"Could never forget you. Hehe forgot to tell you that. Don't forget to vote for me!!"

"Of course Jake"

after that man did you vote for him like CRAZY.

You weren't really sure if you should text him during this as he was busy and timezones and such.

so you ended up never sending the texts.

So you unfortunately lost touch.

But you always tuned in to I-LAND to see how he was doing.

The day he was announced as a member of an enhypen you shedded tears.

"Knew you could do it Sim." You said to yourself.

As you continued your life in Australia you were able to get yourself a partner.

They were honestly wonderful to you.

Soon enough though you got a scholarship to a University in Korea.

Unfortunately your partner didn't want to do long distance.

You tried to convince them but they were pretty set on it.

It also kinda led to an argument so..

Oh well..

After you moved and settled in you actually got a text from Jake

"Hey there stranger, it's Jake! Hope you remember me. My mom told me you moved to Korea. Wanna meet up?"

You never texted back so fast.

It was so good to see each other again.

You guys gave each other the biggest hug.

Jake showed you around Seoul to get you familiar with the place.

While catching up of course.

He even taught you some extra korean along the way

"Your pronunciation is good but also kinda cute hehe" He teased

"Not as cute as yours when you were on I-LAND" you teased back.

"OMG NAUUR DONT BRING THAT UP"

After that day you guys became close again, despite his hectic schedule.

He always tried his best to make time for you.

Cause you didn't know this but he had always liked you too.

He was always just so comfortable around you and he loved everything about you too.

Your smile, eyes, laugh, heart, the list goes on.

Just. everything!

And he wanted to tell you soon.

That soon is today!

Today happens to be your birthday.

and the boy decided to take you on a date and then finally confessed.

So early in the morning he took you for breakfast then you went to the library.

For lunch he brought you to an animal cafe.

Probably a dog cafe but if you like cats more or maybe you can’t be around dogs for some reasons then he'd take you to a cat cafe.

Finally before dinner he took you to an arcade where he was just an absolute dork.

He played any games you wanted.

He also actually planned to let you win all of them..

But…

Boy got competitive 🙄

But! He made it up by winning you any plushie you want.

Took him a few tries but he got them.

Suddenly as he was trying to win you another prize your ex called.

You then excused yourself to answer the phone.

Our poor Jakey quickly got nervous.

What are they calling for?

Are they asking for them back?

No they didnt want a long distance relationship..

But.. what if?

I think they're worth any distance..

No its their birthday! maybe they wanted to be nice and wish them a happy birthday but who still says happy birthday to their ex..?

"Jake you good?"

"아! 깜짝이야!!!”

He didn't even realize you were back he was so lost in thought.

"You scared me!!"

"Clearly, You okay tho?" You giggled.

He took a deep breath then nodded, before finally asking who that was.

You then explained how it was your ex and how they wished you a happy birthday.

But.. they also asked if the two of you could get back together.

Jake was starting to sweat.

"W-what did you say?"

"I said no of course! I don't like them like that anymore, plus that chapter is just over." You explained.

THANK GODDD

"..Good." He mumbled.

"Good?"

Jake smiled and took your hands before finally confessing to you.

"Good cause I wanna be with you instead. Can I Y/n? Can I be yours?"

To say you were stunned was kinda an understatement.

AND YOUD BE DUMBER THAN DUMB AND DUMBER IF YOU SAID NO.

So without any hesitation you quickly pulled him into a hug.

"It would be an honor to have you as mine Jake."

And with that he finally took you out for dinner at your favorite place.

Best birthday ever me thinks 🤭

.✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ✧.

#enhypen #Jake sim #sim jaeyun #enhypen jake #jake imagine #enhypen imagine #jake fluff #enhypen fluff #jake angst #enhypen angst #jake headcanons #enhypen headcanons #mimikittysblog

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imawkwardlysoc · 1 year

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twenty buttons and a strap

Song- Green Green Dress from tick.. tick.. BOOM!

Pairing- Pete Mitchell x afab!reader

Warning(s)- Allusions to sex (not mentioned), reader and Pete have a five year age difference, reader and Pete have a daughter together

Summary- Reader goes onto base to pick Pete up for their date and Pete sees her in her outfit

Wordcount- 1,117

“So,” I stepped back so I could fit in the frame. “What do you think?”

“You look great mom,” Y/D/N replied with a smile.

“Are you sure?” I questioned my outfit choice. “Shouldn’t I dress my age?”

“Mom, do you think Dad dresses his age?” She let out a laugh. “Besides, you look hot.”

“That is true,” I chuckled and put on the earrings that Pete got me for our twentieth anniversary. “At the same time if he’s not in his flight suit, it’s just jeans with a t-shirt, and his bomber jacket along with his aviators.”

“There’s the occasional suit that’s not his dress uniforms,” she shrugged.

“All right, your dad and I will see you in a few days when you get back from college,” I let out a chuckle and finished getting ready. “Love you.”

“Love you too,” she smiled and we hung up the video call.

Grabbing my phone, I saw the text Pete sent me saying that he’s running a little bit behind. We already had plans for me picking him up on base as he changes for our date. Sending him a reply, I adjusted the straps and smoothed out the velvet green dress that I got a little while ago. Putting on my heels, I grabbed my purse and made my way out of the house.

Getting into the car, I turned on the ignition and pulled out of the driveway before making the ten minute drive to base. On the way there, I hummed to some of the songs that Pete and I have in our playlist. Pulling up to base, I pulled my ID out and was allowed to go in. Parking the car, I got out and headed to where Pete and the Dagger Squad were.

“Well guys,” I heard Pete say as I walked into the hangar. “You all are dismissed. Need to get ready for date night for the misses.”

“Are you going to dress up Mav?” Hangman jokes.

“Oh please, his version of dressing up is wearing the same thing and putting on the fanciest pair of aviators he has,” Mickey quipped.

“Hey, he can don a suit from time to time,” I said, making my presence known.

“Oh wow,” I blushed at Maverick’s reaction.

“Damn Mama Mav,” Coyote hyped me up. “You look-”

“Amazing!” Phoenix completed his sentence. “That color looks great on you.”

“Thank you,” I thanked her and walked up to Mav. “So, what do you think?”

“You look amazing,” he replied before placing a kiss on my lips.

I let out a chuckle when I saw Pete flipping Bradley off as we heard him gag.

“Now go change,” I smacked his butt. “We have reservations.”

“Yes ma'am,” he saluted me as I rolled my eyes.

Once he left the hangar, I went up to the rest of my Dagger Ducklings and talked to them while we waited for Pete. I also mentioned there was going to be a family dinner when Y/D/N comes back from DC. I might’ve also threatened to ground Bradley since he let out a groan when I told him that he needed to pick her up from the airport since Pete and I are busy on the day she lands and he had a day off. I’m pretty sure Mav forgot to dismiss them since they haven’t left to go change yet. All of us continued to talk to each other about other things until Mav came back.

“Looking sharp old man,” Hangman whistled. “Suit, tie, cufflinks, and everything else.”

“Well then, you all are dismissed,” Pete announced. “I’m taking this lovely lady out on a night on the town.”

“Have fun guys,” all of them told us.

Thanking them, I reminded them about family dinner and we headed off base to the parking lot. Pete opened the passenger door for me and I got in. Getting into the driver’s seat, Pete started the car and started to drive off base to our location. During the drive there, Pete and I sang along to the songs that were playing through the speakers. Parking and getting out of the car as we got to the restaurant, we headed in and waited for a little bit for our table.

“Don’t give me that look,” I told him as we sat down and looked through the menu.

“What look?” I could see him smirking.

“That look,” I replied while looking at him.

I could see him undressing me with his eyes.

“This is the only look I have darling,” he winked and I rolled my eyes.

Our waiter came back with our drinks and we ordered our meals. Munching on the free bread, we talked about the plans we’re going to have with Y/D/N when she lands here. We already have the family dinner planned but we’re not sure what to do for the rest of the week. Our food came and we continued our conversation.

Throughout the meal, Mav and I kept on sending each other looks. We teased each other a little bit but not too much. Pete would sometimes place his hand on my thigh while I smirked. When dinner reached an end, Pete paid for our meal and we headed out of the restaurant. Pete wrapped his arm around my shoulders and he got closer to my ear to whisper something.

“That dress is immediately coming off once we step into the house,” he whispered.

“I would love to see you try,” I laughed as we got into the car. “The back has twenty buttons and it took me a while for me to button them up.”

“Darling, I’m a highly decorated captain of the Navy,” he chuckled. “I’m able to do anything.”

Rolling my eyes at his answer, he drove us back home. Parking the car in the driveway, we got out of the car and Mav rushed to open the front door. Getting to the front door, I let out a squeal and a laugh as Mav picked me up bridal style as he carried me into the house. Wrapping my arms around his neck, we started to kiss as he carried me up the stairs. Opening the door to our bedroom, he placed me down on the bed and started to unbutton the back of my dress while placing kisses along my body.

*Meanwhile in the Living Room*

“Did we just?” Phoenix questioned.

“Yeah, did we just?” Bob looked at his pilot.

“Wanna go back?” Hangman suggested.

“Yeah, let's go back,” all of the aviators agreed.

All twelve aviators grabbed all of their things and headed out of the house to the shared house they own.

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inuiiwonderland · 1 year

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You'll always be the one♡

Ran x fem reader

Angst to fluff

A/n: Here is a ran oneshot that I've been working on for the past few weeks!♡ also ran is a lovesick fool in this cuz I said so🙄

This was definitely something you weren't expecting when you came back home after a date with ran.

Hell you didn't even know your mom was waiting for you to come back after you snuck out.

"So now you're sneaking out of the house? Not only sneaking out but with that delinquent boyfriend of yours?!" You stood in shock as you tried to find an excuse for yourself - but you knew that it was too late for that.

"Mom listen-"

"No, you listen here young lady! I am not just going to sit here and have you sneak out of my house in the middle of the night and come back 4 hours later after doing who knows what with that boy!"

"I know! And I'm really sorry for sneaking out but ran is a good guy-"

"Good guy? That boy is a delinquent! A criminal! Him and his brother have gone to jail for killing a man y/n!" All you could do was stand there as your mother scolded you.

"I want you to break up with that boy" your head shot up as you stared at her with wide eyes.

"What?"

"You heard me, break up with him"

"No-"

"Y/n, it's for your own good. A boy like him is not for you" She says as she walks up to you and caressed your face.

"Now leave that boy"

Now this is where it got you now. You look up at ran as a puff of smoke leaves his lips. Sensing that he was being stared at, he looks at you and smiles as he pulls you close to his chest.

"Whacha thinking about pretty?" He asks as he inhales another puff of smoke.

"M'nothing" You say as you lean more into his touch.

You are sure going to miss this

"I got something for you" You look up and see him opening the drawer that was next to his bed and grabbing something. You looked at him curiously as you saw a blue box in his hands.

"Close your eyes for me pretty" You felt your heart race at the nickname.

You will definitely miss this

You sat up and did what he told you. A few seconds later you felt him move your hair to the side and something cold came in contact with your neck.

Seconds later you felt his hands now both resting on your shoulders as he gave you a kiss on the cheek.

"Open" The moment you opened your eyes you were met with your reflection. Ran held up a mirror to your face and that is when your eyes caught a beautiful necklace adoring your neck.

"Oh my"

"Do you like it?" You could tell he was a bit nervous for your reaction.

"Do I like it? I love it! Oh my God ran this is beautiful" you say as you look at the mirror again. He smiled and you quickly pulled him into a hug.

"Thank you"

"No need to thank me pretty" He gently grabbed your face before pulling you into a soft passionate kiss.

You completely forgot the whole reason why you were here as the kiss slowly gets heated.

"I love you y/n" He says as he looks at you.

"I love you too ran"

4:am

You couldn't sleep at all. You spent hours tossing and turning trying to get comfortable but nothing.

You felt awful. It's been a week after that talk with your mom and that sweet moment with ran but you still haven't broken up with him yet.

You don't know what to do

You sigh as you feel tears starting to build up.

I have no choice but to do it now

You grabbed your phone from the counter and flipped it open. You found ran contact name and took a deep breath before calling him.

…

"Ran"

"Yes love?" You could hear it from his voice that he was asleep and you felt bad.

"I-I…can we talk?" There was a short pause on the line and you could feel your hands starting to sweat.

"Sure I'll pick you up in a few"

"Okay…"

The air was chilly. You tighten your hold on rans waist as you see the beautiful lights of roppongi.

Minutes later you both arrived at your destination. You got off and looked around and smiled when you noticed that it was the place where you both met for the first time.

"So what did you want to talk about?" He asks as he hugs you from behind. You both walk on the bridge as you admire the city lights.

You closed your eyes and let out a sigh

It Was now time

"Ran"

"Mm"

You felt your heart speed up and tears were already threatening to fall at any second. You turned around to face him and he could feel his heart drop when he noticed that you were about to cry.

"What-"

"I'm sorry"

"Sorry? About what-"

"I-I can't do this anymore…I'm sorry ran but- we have to break up" At that moment ran haitani felt like his world had completely stopped and crumbled.

"What"

"I want to break up"

"Why now? Did something happen?"

You looked away from him, not wanting to see the pain in those pretty lilac eyes.

"I'm scared"

"Scared? Of what baby"

"Scared because…you are a gang member ran. I'm scared that I will be put in danger because-because I'm with you"

You didn't mean it. You knew what you were getting into when you accepted rans confession 3 years ago. And you knew even if you were in danger, ran was always there to protect you.

"Have you always felt this way?" You looked up to meet his eyes and felt your heart arche.

"Yes" no you never felt this way

It Was quiet for a second. You both stared into each other's eyes and you felt like it was only you and him when you look into those pretty eyes of his.

"Fine" you quickly snapped into reality and watched as he tried to avoid eye contact with you.

"I'll take you home"

The ride to your house was quiet. You could feel ran occasionally squeezing your hand from time to time while on the way.

You knew this was hurting him more than he shows

You finally got home and hopped off as you thanked him for bringing you home.

It was awkward since usually after a ride you would kiss him and bid him goodbye. But now all you could do is slowly turn around and walk to the door.

You stopped dead on your tracks when you remembered that you still have the necklace he gave you the week before.

"Ran" He looks up at you as you walk back to him.

"I think you would want this back" as you were about to take it off, ran stops you.

"No, keep it. I want you to keep it" You just nodded before thanking him again and walking back to the door.

You looked behind you one last time before walking inside your home.

After that break up with ran, you never really went out with anyone.

You started to focus more on your studies and made zero effort to go out or get with someone. Much to your mother's disappointment.

You finished school, graduated and made it to university. Then you graduated after that and got your dream job.

In all those years, you never showed any interest in anybody. When guys would come up to you and ask you out or ask for your number, you would always politely decline and go on about your day.

There never was a day when you wouldn't think about ran.

He was everything to you. The guy you loved with your whole heart. The guy you wanted to be with forever.

And you always wonder how he was doing after all these years.

"Y/n" You jumped in your seat when you heard your name being called. You look up to only see your co-worker, Sora, standing by the doorway.

"Oh, yes Sora?"

"Just wanted to let you know that I'm going home for the night" She said as she wrapped her coat around her.

"Would you be okay here alone? Oh and your ride! If you want, I can wait for you-" You gave her a small smile and declined.

"No Sora, it's fine. I'll take the bus as usual"

"Oh y/n are you sure? You know I wouldn't mind staying here for an extra hour until your done with your work"

"I'll be fine, but thank you for the offer" She asked you one last time before she left to go home.

You continued working for the next hour before you finally finished with everything. You got up and stretched before looking at the time.

12:00

"The last bus won't be there until 12:27" You whisper. You quietly packed up and made your way out the building.

The moment you stepped out of the building, you were met with the cold breeze. It was the beginning of winter and you cursed yourself for not accepting Sora's invitation of her giving you a ride home.

You hugged your coat tighter around you as you walked to your stop.

Finally arriving at the stop, you looked at your phone to check the time and smiled when you saw that the bus would be there in a few minutes.

You sigh in relief once the bus stops in front of you and you quickly hop in, but not before greeting the sweet old man like you always do every night.

You made your way to your usual seat and looked out the window as the bus started to move. As you were leaning against the window, you didn't notice the eyes of someone staring at you the whole ride home.

After getting dropped off and waving at the sweet old man goodbye, you started to walk to your apartment.

It wasn't a long way to get there since the nearest bus stop was only 5 minutes away

As you got closer and closer to your apartment, you noticed that the not so quiet footsteps were still following you. You picked up the pace but made sure it wasn't noticeable to the stranger behind you.

You took a big deep breath and secretly took out your taser that you had in your purse for these types of situations.

Before the stranger could take another step, you quickly turned around and tased them as the stranger let out a high pitched scream.

You stare with wide eyes as you see it was a man. A man with short purple hair and a purple suit.

"S-shit did that hurt!" At the sound of the stranger's voice- you felt like you knew who it was.

"Ran?..." The male eyes shot wide as he looks up at you. You couldn't believe it. Even though he cut his hair and dyed it, those beautiful lilac eyes made it clear that it was him.

"Oh ran!" You say as you tackle him once again on his back.

He quickly wraps his arm around you as you sigh in relief.

But the cute moment was cut short when he felt a hand slap his back. Hard.

"Ow!"

"The hell were you thinking just creepily walking behind a girl like that!" He winces at the scolding as you hit him once again.

"Shit I'm sorry! Forgot how hard you hit" He whispers the last part but we're close enough to hear it. You quickly got up and helped him get off the floor as you quietly put back your taser in your purse.

"And that taser- God did that shit hurt" You smirk when you remembered the girlish scream he let out not so long ago.

"And that scream-"

"We are not going to talk about that" you couldn't help but giggle as ran watched you with adoring eyes.

Once you calmed down, you looked at ran curiously.

"Why were you following me anyways??" At this sudden question, ran cheeks heated up as he looked away from you.

"I uh well- I was just trying to make sure you got home safe" You looked at him dumbfounded as he tried to avoid making eye contact with you. You then smiled at him and pinched his cheek which caused his cheeks to go red.

"You're so cute you know that?" He scoffed and rolled his eyes but you still smiled at him.

"How did you know what bus I take though?" He froze as the memories from the week before re played in his head.

"SANZUU" At the sound of his name being yelled out in the hall, sanzu quickly ran and hid as the person was getting near and near the room he was in.

"The fuck did I do this time?" He whispered to himself as he hid under a desk.

At the sound of the door to the room opening, sanzu held in his breath as an angry looking ran walked around.

"Where the fuck are you pink bitch" sanzu brows furrowed at the name.

As ran was getting near his hiding spot, sanzu tried to walk to the opposite side where ran was standing. But the moment he tried to take a step- he sneezed.

"Shit…" Ran quickly ran behind the desk and grabbed sanzu by the collar.

"The fuck- let me go!"

"Not until you explain to me about that girl you tried to hit on the other day"

"What? What girl" This only made him angrier as he gripped onto the shirt.

"The girl at that one bus stopped that you and rindou met the other day"

"Ohhh that girl! Yeah she was pretty cute but she didn't want me, I could've treated her so right-" and before he could finish his sentence, he was knocked out.

"It doesn't matter"

"Oh, okay" As you both stood there in silence, the shiny thing around your neck caught his attention. His eyes widened as he recognized that it was the necklace he gave you when you two used to be together.

Following his eyes, you saw that it was the necklace he was looking at.

"You still have it" You felt a wave of embarrassment go through your body as you shyly nodded.

"Mhm" was all you said as now it was your turn to avoid ran eyes. He smiles and he gently grabs your face to make you look at him.

"You still look as beautiful as you were back then" you could feel your heart pound against your chest as you look deep into his eyes.

The sudden memory of you breaking up with him that night plays in your head and you quickly look away.

"Ran…about back then.." He waits patiently for you to go on and you take a deep breath before continuing.

"I didn't break up with you because I was scared…." His brows furrowed and you continued to explain.

"I broke up with you because of my mother. She didn't like the idea of us being together"

"So the whole break up wasn't your idea?"

"No.." You thought he would be mad but the next thing he does catches you by surprise.

He pulls you into a tight hug and you quickly hug him back.

"I'm sorry-"

"Don't be. It's all in the past now" You two stayed there for what feels like forever. Neither of you letting each other go.

"So.."

"Mm"

"Since we're now adults….do you want to try again?"

"I would love too"

He smiled before pulling you into a deep loving kiss.

This time you two can finally be together without anybody getting in the way.

A/n: I kinda rushed at the end but I hope it still good

#tokyorev x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers angst #tokyo revengers fluff #ran haitani #ran x reader #tokyo revengers x female reader #ran x fem reader #ran haitani x reader #ran fluff #fluff #tokyo revengers ran

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henkoukazue · 1 year

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Meeting you was a Blessing...

Summary: When polar opposites meet, everything becomes chaotic. Does coexisting will be just fine…. or rather much more difficulty?? We'll never know unless…

WC: 5.0k (not quite edited tho, and this will be quiet long so ready some snacks and tissues if needed ehe~)

Type: ONESHOT

Pairings: Alhaitham x Fem!Reader (*and slight Cynari<3)

Warnings: MDNI 18+, NSFW, suggestive/explicit content, possible mentions of SH (slightly??), Trauma (reader), Panic and Anxiety Attacks, Mild Depression, (...will add some after i complete this or y'all can give me suggestions huehuehue)

Tags: Alhaitham x Fem!Reader, Fluff, Smut, Angst kinda heavy??, miscommunication?, established relationship, slow burn (unsure), arranged pairing, mutual pinning, crack!fic, marriage (at fisrt you agreed to marry him bcs of your parents and... "of his high salary and stable job" but...), whipped!Alhaitham, slightly jealous!Alhaitham??, modern au (kinda.. idk), Kaveh and the other Sumeru boys and girls cameo, exploratory ff, might be ooc on the latter (yes.... I'm talking abt Haitham here BASHAHSHASHA idk tho, not sure)

a/n: This is my first time doing something like this and idk if this'll be successful, but I'm just doing this for fun and also like a stress-reliever (abt stuffs from school & at home😭😭 ....GOSHH i hate it here /jk) lmaoo and this is kinda like a self-indulgement ff sorry abt that I guess... I hope you all will also enjoy my writing. TYSMM!!🖤💚 ouhh and also, bfr I forgot, English isn't my first language sooo~ if there's any mistakes or errors lemme know my cinnamons <3

>> and also 'here' is a dabble of their domestic life awiee enjoy!!

There was a point in your life when you fantasized about having or being in a romantic relationship with someone, but... you learned through time that love isn't the only thing in the world. You relished the freedom and independence that came with discovering yourself. A soft sigh left your lips ‘It felt like ecstasy being out of the cage,’ you mumbled. Walking down the streets of Sumeru city, you spotted your closest pals since college. There were Candace, Nilou, Dehya, and Tighnari.

Candace noticed you and waved softly, saying, 'Looky here, our bachelorette is here!' Little chuckles escaped their lips. 'Heh, what are you guys talking about and giggling there?' you pouted and hugged them behind their back. You noticed your friend Tighnari blushing, looking at his phone and you inquired, "Eyy, are you and Cyno going out now?" eyes sparkled, and the others turned to look at him. He smiled nervously, then said 'Uhh yes, we are now officially going out now, but, please don't announce it to others yet. It's pretty embarrassing,' he says, straining his eyes shut. You were surprised that they were going out now, and the girls were as well, so you guys cheered 'Congratulations!!' ' to your best friend Tighnari, gaily.

—

You and your friends now bid farewell to each other. Now alone, a sudden call from your parents came. 'Uhm, hello? Mom, Dad? ' you answered. 'Why hello our dear sweetheart, have you found a man you'll mar----' your father interrupted what your mother was about to say 'Uhh hahahaha my, don't worry about that my child.' clears throat 'How are you doing now? ' He expressed concern. You let out a sigh. 'Oh, I'm doing well and.... You no longer need to be concerned. I'm an adult now, and I have a great job, even though I'm still living in that leased apartment'. 'Ohh, I see,' your father said, before the call fell silent. 'Darling—-' you cut off the phone before your mother begins to whinge about your love life once more (if you ever have...).

When you got closer to the apartment, you noticed your friend Tighnari's flower shop, where he and his lover Cyno were all lovey-dovey, and a faint smile slipped your lips. But after a minute, you felt a sharp pain in your chest, you came to a halt and sighed heavily. 'Man... I shouldn't be feeling this,' you said as you resumed your walk.

Now that you're inside the apartment, exhausted and sluggish, you just throw yourself in bed. 'I guess I'll go visit them and consider about that marriage they're talking about, and blah blah,' you muttered, closing your eyes shut. Dawn arrived, feeling the beams of sunshine on your face, you got up and started your just-so-normal daily routine and headed to work.

After an hour of dedicating yourself to your job, you rewarded yourself with some sweets and a cup of coffee at Puspa Café, which is also pretty close to your place. Knowing you as a regular, the owner immediately listed your orders and awaits you if you ever want to add something. 'Well then, mister, I'd like to take out some of your freshly made Padisarah pudding!' you said warmly. The owner then chuckled and said, 'All right, dear, your order is on its way!' Then motioning his hands a kind-of-salute gesture.

—

While you were leaving the café, you noticed that your phone was not in your purse, and as you looked around, you observed an ashen-haired man motioning something with his hand and muttering something. 'Miss! Miss! I believe this is your phone.' …..

'Miss umm, here, your phone,' he said slowly, motioning his palm over your face. You shook your head, 'Ohh! Ahh yes, thank you very much.' you nodded modestly and bid farewell to the man. 'Yes, you're welcome,' he mumbled under his breath, watching you with his bright teal eyes motioning out of the café.

It's that time of year again, summer. Because of that one phone conversation, you decided to pay a visit to your parents' house. 'Ughh, seriously, your mother? Why can't she leave you be? You're all good now and doing great, the fu---,' Dehya exclaimed, only to be cut off by a piece of bread Nilou shoved into her mouth. 'This woman! Aish,' Nilou sighed and glaring at Dehya with an expression saying 'What? What did I do wrong?'. Candace and you both laughed..... 'Well, then, what can I do? They're old and such, I assume they're simply worried about me.' Candace and Nilou gave you a pitying glance.

You were apprehensive about your journey to your parents' house because you knew your mother would nag you all day and all night about how you didn't have a relationship. As you arrived at the front door, you were debating whether to knock or go back when your father abruptly opened the door. '..... Oh. Ohh! Dear, goodness you're here. How's the trip?' He hugged you and you just plainly stated 'Well, it's summer and I'm on a break, so I decided to pay a visit since…. It's been a long time... I suppose?' an awkward silence filled the doorway.

The only thing that broke the silence was your mother clapping her hands. 'Hey, the two of you come on over here now, and how's the trip, my darling, how about a boyfriend?' You gave her a deadpan expression, indicating that 'Please, just shut up, I'm tired!' to only earn a small chuckle from the elderly man, your father.

Sitting at the dining table, memories of the past came rushing. You recall how this home and its people made you feel horrible as a youngster, how they used to control and mistreat you. You smiled bitterly at the memory. While you didn't notice it, your father, looking at you and clenched his fist under the table and kept saying, 'I'm so sorry, my dear,' who knows how many times. Breaking the awkwardness, your mother started. 'So, would you mind if we do an arrange pairing?' You shoot your heads up and look at your father and mother to only mutter, 'What?'

After some minutes have passed, your mother smiles, 'Well isn't it why you came here too?' …..your mother isn't wrong. You cleared your throat, 'Yes. I'm also here to discuss that arranged pairing and marriage thing you're so eagerly asking me for.'

A month later, a matchmaker was dispatched to your place, accompanied by your parents. Still can't process what is happening, although you agreed to it that you’ll do the arrange pairing, you let them in.

The session was then initiated by the matchmaker. She asked you quite numerous questions, and some of those were; 'What do you wish for in your life to be my dear?' gently staring at you... 'I want a tranquil life where I can exhibit my independence, value space from each other, and the partner who will be partnered with me is also committed,' you gulped, ending with a shaky voice. The old lady giggled softly and delicately wrote it down on her vintage paper. Then she again asked another one, 'What is the thing that interests you the most?....it might be from the past or currently.' She smiled again, assuring you to be true to yourself. 'I-- I like books and anything that I think is very valuable,' you looked down, turning pinkish-red. The old matchmaker then pursues you to say it. You inhale, regain your confidence, and continue, 'I also adore deep sea creatures...... if that makes sense.' you awkwardly smiled. She then resumed her writing.

—

You hurriedly go towards the elderly matchmaker and, of course, your parents, as usual. You grumble in a low tone upon seeing them. The matchmaker then motions with her hands for you to enter the room and address the matter, but this time your parents are not present, so you feel relieved.

You noticed the man standing near the furniture set reading something about literature after slightly opening the door. He then noticed your presence and politely nodded, as you do so too. The matchmaker then instructs the two of you and tells you what topics you will be discussing before leaving.

'Oh, um... Hello, pleasure to meet you,' you said as you extended your hand in a handshake. The man then accepted it and said, ‘Same here, I'll be in your care then, my partner?’ Your body became stiff by hearing his voice. He then felt your hands stiff, so he released your hands gently and said, 'Are you alright?’ looking straight at you with eyes which remained neutral. You, startled by his stare, so you shifted your sight to the window and murmured something. Him the observant he is, noticed you again but didn't do anything and let you be. He's not sure as to why he gave in to his deceased grandmother's will that at that age, he'll go to meet a matchmaker and be paired to the person he'll remain for the rest of his life, love, and cherish him.

A day turned into a week, a week turned into months, and then those months turned into a year. Now, him helping you move out to his house, you asked midway at the entrance door. 'Umm, about the wedding ceremony, when was it again?' looking at him neutrally, like you have no any interest in it whatsoever. 'Hm, I think it will be expected 8 weeks from now?' He looks up at the sky, then yours. '..... Alright, do you have any guests you'll have invited? Moreover our wedding will only take place in the government office.' He looked at you blankly for a few seconds before saying, 'No. I don't,' he says as he walks inside….

The time then has come, the two of you then recited your vows and filled out the papers prepared by the clerk for both of you and your parents. Of course, no honeymoon occurred; instead, you and him organized some of your belongings and the entire house now that it is occupied by two people.

After three years of marriage, you've gotten used to each other's habits and company. He occasionally notices you dancing while cooking and humming a song, noting mentally that you're having a nice day, just to elicit a small genuine smile, noticing it and contemplating at himself why he did that.

You also had the impression that someone was watching you from behind while you were cooking, so you stopped whenever you noticed your husband's presence in the kitchen or when he took a sip of his coffee nearby.

'.......' sips coffee, 'What are you cooking?' he said. Startled by the man you yelped and said in return, 'You! You almost gave me a heart attack there! Ohh, I'm cooking Sabz Meat Stew, the one you said is your favorite.... yes?' only to receive a blank expression from the man and one brow slightly raised. 'Hmm~ okey.' then leaves the room.

You pondered, 'Huh? The hell??'

Alhaitham grumbled after he woke from his peaceful slumber. He recalled that he had a job today. He then got up lazily and looked back at the bed to only see you snoring (not that loud), although from the looks of him, he thinks you are cute.

As usual, he didn't feel tired or anything in his office corner, but it was quickly shattered by his senior approaching him, and a former housemate, Kaveh, the star of the firm, renowned as the passionate designer with exquisite taste in arts and romance. Alhaitham scoffed, 'What?' glaring at the platinum-blonde haired man. 'Ugh, save that glare for later, will you!?' Kaveh exclaimed. Putting a bunch of papers at his desk. 'Here. This needs to be approved today so do it now, alright?' The man earned a minute of silence, then Alhaitham spoke up, 'Alright then. Now go.' Kaveh, being used to his antics responded, 'Bah! Alright, alright I'll go now~'

—

'Great. Now I can have peace,' Alhaitham whispered as he walked to the nearest café in the company. He then spotted Puspa Café and, shortly after, he noticed you with your friends. But he didn't approach you, he simply chose to observe you from afar.

After finishing your job at the library, Tighnari, your friend, messaged something at your group chat, saying that 'Guys, I'll have you all meet my boyfriend today, of course if you guys are free.' You smiled at your phone and waited for others to reply, then you saw Nilou's message, 'Yes we are all free today, where do you want us all to meet up? ^^ .' You then added, 'Me too, just concluded my work.'

You met Dehya first and welcomed her after all of you agreed to meet at Puspa Café. As is typical, Dehya has always tried on make-up with you and the girls since your college years, as she is doing just now, claiming boredom while waiting for the others. After a few minutes, you two noticed the other three and waved your hands where you were seated. 'Eyy, Tighnari, where has your boyfie gone? 'Dehya said. 'Hahah, Dehya, wait a minute, I'll go fetch him outside,' the man said as he ran out of the café.

After a minute of waiting, you and the girls see a tanned man joyfully conversing with Tighnari, all lovey-dovey. 'Yuck,' muttered Dehya in another hand. ‘I wish I was too sheesh, good for them I guess?' She shrugged, glancing at us, only to get a nudge at her side from Nilou. 'Oof-- the hell?'

Tighnari then waved and exclaimed, 'Guys! This is my boyfriend Cyno. Hope you all will be well acquainted with each other! ' smiled. Nilou approached Cyno first and enthusiastically handed him a handshake adding, 'I am very delighted for the two of you, that you are now officially going out!' Cyno then nodded and chuckled. ‘Thank you~’ said Cyno. Candace and you then bestow your blessings on the pair. Finally, there came Dehya, who looked at them with critical eyes. 'Hey, is there something wrong?' Tighnari said, tapping Dehya on the shoulder. Then Dehya looks at them both. 'No, nothing. I'm just happy for the two of you. But. BUT! If you Cyno--' pointing her index finger at his chest, 'I won't forgive you, okay? Don’t hurt my bestie.' Then Cyno chuckled and said, 'Heh, you can trust me lady,' and grinned silly at her.

—

Your husband was observing you guys from the other side of the café when he noticed a familiar figure. Slowly closing his eyes. Not sure whether he's seeing things correctly, but after repeating it a few times, he seemed astonished (although, actually kind of shocked lol). He then tried to go in your direction, only to be halted by his senior. 'Ugh...' Alhaitham exclaimed in his mind.

'Alhaitham!! I've been looking at you everywhere in the office. Remember how you agreed to have lunch with me today? You also said that someone's cooking delicious food for y----!!' Alhaitham then shoved his hands in his colleague’s mouth to show how annoying Kaveh is to him. He sought to hide somewhere when he noticed your presence approaching him. And silly Kaveh, left there standing, questioning what the hell is going on with his junior.

Alhaitham returned to your shared house and discovered that the lights were turned off and the room was chilly. Traversing the living room, he noticed a loud thud in your shared bedroom on the second floor. When he arrived, he noticed you weeping and.... you have a cut on your wrist that seems to be quite deep.

He embraced you ever so delicately as if you were about to crumble at any minute, trying to calm you down before asking any questions. Hearing your sobs go down, he then caresses your locks.... very soft locks. Didn't have the time to question what happened seeing you calming down and noticing you about to fall asleep in his embrace, he carefully lifts you up and places you on the bed. Looking at you, his heart breaking as he saw your state, he got up and cleaned and bandaged your wrist wounds.

—

Morning came, you noticed something on your hands. It was your husband, Haitham. You were taken aback by the sight, carefully releasing his calloused hands, which were securely entwined with yours. You were startled by your husband's unexpected motion and questioned, 'Uhh.... What- what happened?' face turning pale, smiling awkwardly.

'........., well aren't you the one who needs explaining here? My wife?' eyes widened by the sudden call of a familiar address. You gazed at his eyes, dazed, still taking in what he had just spoken. He softly bumped his forehead on yours, while you, bobbing your mouth open and closed. 'Take your time, anytime you are ready, my wife.' Again, your eyes widening, oblivious to a torrent of tears exiting your gorgeous eyes. You wept incessantly and were put back to sleep.

Alhaitham then began informing your coworkers at the library that you will be absent today due to you not feeling well… called Cyno to inform Tighnari and some of your friends.

You were back at work a few weeks after that event. Your coworkers begin to wonder who the man who contacted them that day was and what your relationship was with him. You ignored their queries and just stated, 'Enough of this chit-chat, remember we're at work, keep it for later,' before continuing to arrange the shelves. Quite embarrassed, you asked the Chief Librarian if it was okay to take your leave early today. The elderly then kindly nodded and waved you goodbye.

—

Alhaitham is waiting outside the library. He then glanced at Cyno and said, '.... What exactly do you want to know? ' while he was reading his book. Cyno, on the other hand, peered at him for a few minutes before saying something. 'I've been meaning to ask you this question, Alhaitham.... My lover claimed they didn't know you, and his friends wanted to know what your relationship is with her.' declared unequivocally.

'I-- we are married.... that is all I have to say.' Then continue reading where he last left. Cyno was taken aback, his mouth agape slightly, by what he heard from the man who is reputed to be distant, intellectual, dislikes small talk, and is difficult to engage with. '.... Cyno, please stop being so animated, you're not funny.' he said flatly, without glancing at the tanned man. 'I know you're joking. It was a great one, but—-' ,Cyno utter, only to be cut short by an impending disaster that Alhaitham despised oh so much (lmao sorry my bbg).

It was none other than Kaveh, his senior.

'Hey! What are you two talking about leaving me for? 'Kaveh remarked, not entirely aware of the very kind-of-awkward situation happening at the moment. ‘Huh? What?’

You, on the other hand, witnessed the scene. Ears turning flushed pink. 'What? WHAAAT!?? 'You exclaimed in the back of your mind as you walked straight to where your husband was, Haitham.

'My~ hello there Cyno.' you stated, smile feeling forced. '.... Oh. Ahh! Hello.' he nodded and glanced at you and Alhaitham, dazed. Kaveh, taking in what is going on. 'OHH!! Wait, wait, wait, wait!! ' shooting a surprised and uncharacteristic kind of glare at Alhaitham. Kaveh trying to connect the dots as to why you, a very beautiful— no, ethereal lady— would marry this man whose only interests are books and knowledge.

Two men are astonished by what is happening right now. Alhaitham then smoothly held your hands and excused, 'Uhh, apologies but me and my wife have to go now.... Bye.' walking out their way, the two men stilled on that very spot, gaze following you both, mouth twain agape.

The next day, you were greeted by your friends at the front door.

Flabbergasted by Candace by abruptly holding your shoulders and shaking you, 'Waaaaah our- our baby is married! Since when? AAAAA!!' Dehya in the back restrains her snickers since it's uncharacteristic of Candace. Then you gaze at Nilou, tears welling up in her beautiful blue-ocean eyes.

'Uhmm, I--' stopped by Dehya, 'NO! Let us in first.' then eyeing every corner of the house, finding where your said husband is. '..... My husband isn't here. He's at work right now.' Suddenly Dehya turns around and runs in your direction, exclaiming, 'Whaaat!? You're not lying, are you?' gasped loudly and animatedly. Nilou and Candace both chuckled at her sudden reaction.

—

You and your friends were seated at the sofa. Calmly explaining what and how it happened, then there's Dehya asking. 'Sooo, did you guys do it?' The other two women were stunned by what Dehya said, and Nilou responded, 'Sorry about that,' she smiled at you and smacked Dehya on the head.

You gave a forced smile and responded, 'Heheh, however we did not. And we don't even have feelings for one other...' you gaze down, a familiar aching in your chest welling up. Nilou notices it and pats your back. 'Actually.... I- I think I have feelings for my husband, however..... I think if I say it to him and announce it, he'll be appalled by the concept.' Tears well up in your lovely eyes. The females listened to you and offered words of sympathy.

—

When night fell, you were alone, waiting for Alhaitham. Thoughts from a while ago flooded your head, and thinking about them just made you feel upset again. So you went to your shared bedroom, covering your mouth to prevent sobs from escaping your soft lips, duvet covering you.

Alhaitham was drained after working overtime, now on his way home. He sluggishly put his shoes on the rack. Afterwards starts waltzing to find you and notices the bedroom door is slightly ajar. Alhaitham heed the quilt trembling; he then patted it. You, startled, you stopped moving and tried to make your voice not too strained from crying. 'Ohh! Welcome home Haitham. I'm sorry I wasn't able to cook for you, I wasn't feeling well.' Then the next thing that happened is that silence fell upon the room.

'........ Umm, Haitham?' you said still under the quilts. You tried to peek since you weren't receiving any reaction.

Alhaitham, being the person he is, saw an opportunity as you attempted to peek, a small smile escaped his lips. 'What are you doing? Hiding there and all.' looking at you with an unreadable expression. You gasped by the sudden touch at your hands by his. Flailing from his iron grip, but can't unfortunately, you accept defeat.

'I have a question.... and I'd want to say something to you.' Upon hearing that, your thoughts are clouded with pessimism, and you begin to wonder what he is going to say. Him observing your figure under the quilts, shaking. Without any further ado he started, 'I know you didn't want this kind of life, and that…. your parents made you do it..' He sighs, then says faintly, 'but—' suddenly a sob escapes your trembling lips. Surprised by it, you swiftly cover your mouth.

Alhaitham reacted quickly, pulling the quilts down to see you weeping uncontrollably. When he saw you in that state. His heart were shattered into pieces seeing you in that condition.... He hates it, he hates seeing you cry.

He daintily wiped your tears away and kissed you on the temples and next your forehead, also cupping your cheeks. You, on the contrary, are at a loss for words, mustering the confidence to speak up, 'Hait—-!!!' a quick sweet kiss pressed against your plump lips.

'Ahh!' You gasped, both lips parted, and the expression on his face was lustrous, though he kept the neutrality in it. The abrupt realization of what is happening causes your cheeks to heat up. 'Ahhn, Haitham! AH!... Wait, no, please!' squirming out of his towering figure.

—

Hands began to trace your contours, as if in adoration. Alhaitham then pulls your skirt's waistband...... and then your undergarment. A moan left your now swollen lips from the kiss as you felt his cold fingers under your skin. The ashen-haired man grins, the hue of his eyes darkening by the second.

'Hah~ Ah! ahh.... Nghh.. Haitham.' you looking at him eyes half-lidded. The gaze you gave him drove him over the edge. He couldn't wait any longer, so he began to slip his digit into your aching folds. 'AHHH! ' left your quivering lips, body trembling from his penetrating satisfaction. The way you called him in your angelic voice has skewed his judgment.

The unexpected stretch made your honeypot tighten even harder as he inserted another two of his digits. 'Hah~ so good for me.' Alhaitham can't contain his smirk from making you feel good. He then began to pace his digits faster, motioning where you felt the most ecstasy. Mind becomes hazy, don't know what is right and wrong. 'Hahh, please....' you said ‘I- I want it inside.. AHH!.. nghh mn... of me now.' The thrill has caused your eyes to close.

Alhaitham drew away, as if taking mercy on your predicament, or perhaps his desperation had reached its limit. Tears welled up in your eyes as he positioned his length with your thirsting cunt. He slowly pushes it inside then outside of your sobbing cunt. 'Aghh! S- so tight and... hah~ warm.' You can hear him growl near your ears, feeling the closeness and warmth of each other's bodies.

Shaky hands grasped their lover's toned back. A growl broke from his chest as he dove into your arms, his length thrusting completely into you. 'OH!' you mewled out from the stretch of his length, nails digging at his back and his shoulder blades.

Alhaitham feeling your walls clenched violently at his length, merciless pistons and teases your cunt with slow and deep thrusts. Nothing interrupted the pistoning of his hips as he fucked you through your orgasm. Slapping of skins and the thick musky scent of your both filthy actions filling the room.

Feeling the knot in your stomach starting to form, you attempted to move your hips only to be halted by Alhaitham's unrelenting grasp on your thighs and hips. When he became aware of your foreboding knot, he drew his length out at your sobbing folds. Holding your thighs up, positioning unto his shoulders, he started to lick the honeypot that was presented to him.

‘Ah-hh ahh~’ Alhaitham kept slurping all those liquids out. You whined loudly at him, vocalizing your exhaustion, as you felt his warm breath on your folds and his tongue tease ruthlessly.

‘.... no.’ Left his mouth. 'Huh?' You exclaimed, your consciousness beginning to waver. '....... I'm not done yet.' hazy scarlet eyes, now noticeable.

—

His pace was suddenly much faster, harder, and deeper. You clung on to dear life by strengthening your grip on his shoulder blades and your thighs on his enticing hips. He bit at your delicate neck, feeling his locks in your neck, as he neared your release and his. Squelching noises and moans filled the entire room once more. Eyes now rolling back from the overwhelming pleasure, back arching, mind went blank, limbs were limp, and nerves fried.

Alhaitham panting steadily at your shoulders, length still buried inside. You felt him stir, straining against the bed to unpin you from his frame, after a few more coarse pants and feverish breaths. ‘Hnn~ ahh-h… Hahh~’ you utter.

Pulling out his length, you could feel a thick string of mixed slick connecting through his tip and to your hole.

Your consciousness started to drift for real amidst the exhaustion you two had experienced a while ago. Alhaitham then shifted gently your sleeping form to the side, covered you with quilts, and walked out of the room.

As you awoke, you felt a sharp ache in your chest. When you tried to move your numb body, tears began to stream from your eyes, and then it turned into loud choked sobs.

Alhaitham was sipping coffee in the living room when he heard you weeping. He dashed into your shared bedroom and held you with great care, assisting you to sit up at the edge of the bed. He holds your hands softly and gently strokes the back of your palms, you still crying.

He inquired as to whether you were in pain or experiencing breathing difficulties, only for you to look away from his concerned gaze. Alhaitham felt that pang in his chest again, and after overcoming his guilt, he asked you again what you wanted.... him suddenly remembering, that you like your personal space. You didn't even spare a glance at him, just straight up responded, 'I- I.....' you then started to cry uncontrollably again.

—

His warmth in your hands disappeared, and his blurry figure walked out of the room. It makes you feel hopeless, but then he returns a minute later. You asked about seeing the shining thing on his palm, '.....what- What is that?' with a lethargic tone of speaking.

Alhaitham then queried with a breathy sigh; despite the fact that you can't see his face well due to your tears, you can tell he's nervous. '.... This.... is a wedding ring.' Your eyes widened as you looked up at him. He grinned now that he had your attention, you looking at him. 'I want to be your husband, not just legally, but also until we grow old and witness our child have a blissful life.'

'........ Wahh!? 'Not knowing what to say in response, you tried to move and hug (??) him, only to stumble. Yet in a breath of the wind, he caught your numb naked body. You then began to cry again at his embrace, nodding enthusiastically. 'Yes, yes! I- I'll marry you and make you my lawfully married husband and life partner… I do!!' You exclaimed, tears streaming down your cheeks, the man earning a smile from you ear to ear.

Truth be told, the sight was very silly because your clothings were all over the floor and your mattress was a mess. Yet, love triumphs when two individuals declare their adoration for one other.

Fin.

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s/n: huaaah~!! now that it's finished i can now rest heheh :'D also hope you all enjoyed my fic,, and sorry again for the errors & everything. bahh! this was really hard to do (although it just took me 2 days😑lol), my brain was really jagged making this heuhusehu.. well that's all for now and the drabble for this will be updated who knows when (very soon) >v^)//✨✨

QUICK NOTE...!! QUICK NOTE! QUICK NOTE!!! yep this fic (some parts) were rushed, i'm very very sorry abt that fr and judgements or criticism even are accepted, feel free ;-) i take it as advice to further improve my writing skills, vocab and such tysmm!!

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I am not sure if your requests are open but was wondering if you would do a smut one-shot where y/n and joker dress up like their getting married maybe it's y/ns weird fetish or jokers but it is one of thems idea that's up to you

[Most importantly hope you don't mind this but the joker isn't wearing any makeup in this]

Ps. Love his lighthouse love it

His Lighthouse: A White Future (LedgerJoker x f!reader)

A White Future - Oneshot

KEEP IN MIND THIS IS NOT A STORY UPDATE!

Hey hi @jokerslittlepage 🖤✨please excuse me for taking so long in writing this! This one was tricky to write I'm not gonna lie… I feel like Joker is a little OOC in it since I mostly head canon his against marriage but hey. I did what needed to be done. Please don’t hate me!! 🥹🥹 and at this point Joker rarely wears his clown makeup around Y/n so you’re all good beloved!

Enjoy as I post this in the dark at 1AM!

— Oh and this is definitely not possibly canon with His Lighthouse. You'll understand after reading lol 🤭

Also I'm kinda feeling this song playing in the background as Joker and Y/n dance on the balcony. Its soft and gentle enough yet angst for this ill fated couple 😘

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Joker blamed you for this.

You unlocked another one of his weird fetishes that he never would have known existed, all completely by accident.

You were cleaning out the closet in the guest bedroom and trying on things to see if they still fit. If it didn't, you were donating it.

Joker had returned from a late night meeting at the main hideout and was relaxing on the bed, still dressed in this three piece suit. This one was all black, giving off mafia vibes, especially since he proudly wore the gold chain you bought him around his neck.

Your initials were on a small charm hanging from it. It was a subtle way for Joker to acknowledge his girl; he never took it off.

Joker washed his clown makeup off in the bathroom and was content watching the strip tease and mini fashion show you were putting on. So far he kept his hands to himself.

No surprise Joker was a great judge with his killer fashion sense. He was honest about the things you tried on.

"It's a no for meee."

"Wait, Bunny! Keep that one. It makes your hips look... mmm. C'mere pretty thing.."

"I dunno.. bell bottoms are making a uhhh comeback. I like the color, doll."

"Don't even try that on. Toss it."

"Y/n, what possessed you to buy that?"

Rude comments and all, you were making progress with Joker's help! You had almost everything cleared out and ready to either return back into the closet or in bins for charity, that is, until you squealed and dug out a white garment bag.

"I forgot about this!" You laid the bag out on the nearby couch and unzipped it.

Joker lifted his head at the sound and watched you eagerly lift up a dress. From here it looked cream or was it white? He spoke up to ask. "What's that, bunny?"

He missed your megawatt smile. "One of my fans invited me to her all white wedding before you and I met. She asked me to be her bridesmaid and I totally forgot I kept the dress!"

You held it up to your body and faced the mirror. She was so happy you made it and they were such a beautiful couple. You were glad you made her day even more special by being there. You smiled while reminiscing fond memories.

You turned just enough for J to finally see that garment in its entirety and his brain swiftly short circuited.

"Put it on."

You turned towards Joker. "Huh?"

He had this hazy look in his eyes as he watched you stand before the mirror. The urge to see you in white struck him hard and fast. He didn't know why.

"I said.. Put. It. On."

You knew that tone very well and scrambled to do what Joker said before he lost patience.

You took off your bra and shimmied into the cool satin material. The panty line was too harsh in the white fabric so without thinking, you peeled off your panties and tossed them aside.

Joker swallowed audibly watching them go. He liked that pair very much. However they looked better on the floor.

"Can you zip and button me up?" You held the front of the dress up to your breasts and moved your hair back for him.

Joker took in a shaky breath. The dress wasn't even on properly and he was already having impure thoughts. The ivory color against your darker skin just made it pop even more. You tried on countless articles of clothing tonight but this was the icing on the cake. He stood up from the bed and walked over to you.

His green eyes met your e/c ones in the mirror before you looked away, hiding your flushed cheeks. For once he didn't comment on your skittish behavior.

He reached out and pulled the zipper up, letting his fingers brush against your skin like a feather.

The intimate gesture sent shivers down your spine.

Joker was so close you could feel his body heat on your exposed skin and his hands were like a branding iron buttoning the two pearls at your neck. When he was done, Joker rested his hands on your shoulder and spoke to your reflection.

"You ahhh need heels." He whispered on your neck.

You didn't understand where he was going with this. You weren't trying on full outfits, just the clothing itself.

Joker rolled his eyes when you didn't move and stalked over to your endless pile of heels for himself. He flung a few to the side and mumbled under his breath when he couldn't find the ones he was looking for.

"J what are you doing?" You walked over barefoot but jumped when J laughed after finding the perfect pair. He wordlessly pointed for you to sit down.

Thank goodness a chair was nearby. Joker meant business when he didn't speak. You flopped down in your sage accent chair and waited for the lion to stalk its prey.

You were speechless when Joker got down on his knees to put a pair of Tom Ford stilettos on your dainty feet. They were the same pair he gifted you recently. He swore he purchased them with real money.

Like you actually believed him.

Regardless if he obtained them legally or not, they made your skin tone pop even more and highlighted the stark white of the bridesmaid dress.

You wore clear heels to the wedding but Joker was in charge here. Only the best for his Light.

"There... perfect." He whispered more to himself than you. His green eyes snapped up to you. Joker's hands were rubbing your calves but they slowly creeped up under the gown to caress your thighs. "A vision in white."

From the halter neck to the draped bodice, you were a sight to behold. This gown, what it represented, was doing things to him. His Light bathed in white whereas he was swallowed in darkness.

Yin and yang. The two of you were polar opposites and he absolutely loved it.

"A-Alrighty.. um it still fits! So um... can I take this dress off now?" You asked with a shaky breath. Green eyes pinned you down further into the seat as Joker's lips inched closer and closer to yours.

"NoPe. It's our big day and you look... phenomenal. You look so heavenly.. n' all for me." Joker tucked a wayward curl of hair back behind your ear.

His words made your eyes widen. Big day? What was he going on about?

"J.. what're you..?"

"Stay right here, doll. Don't. Move." He ordered. He grinned at you before backing away and leaving the room altogether.

You blinked in shock but did as you were told.

Just what had gotten into Joker and where did he go? It was taking him longer than a minute to return.

You tapped your heels on the floor as you waited.

He came back with your fresh bouquet of flowers that you always kept on display in the foyer. This week it was a hodgepodge of wildflowers mixed in with chrysanthemums and snapdragons; the perfect wedding arrangement. You finally had an understanding of what was going on here.

"Did you know it's considered bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding?" You accepted the fresh flora and discreetly shook off the excess water from the stems before it soaked into your satin dress.

Joker just shrugged and helped you to your feet. He kissed your cheek and led you out of the bedroom. "Who needs luck when I have you?"

Now that was sweet.

You bowed your head and let Joker guide you out onto the balcony. He walked you out just like a newlywed couple to the reception.

The night was balmy and the distant lights from the Fashion District cast a neon glow on everything. Joker stepped away to turn on the patio's string of lights to soften things up a bit.

They came on and illuminated you in a warm intimate glow. You were missing a veil for this to truly be a dream come true. Joker would just have to go without. Your smile monopolized all of his attention anyways.

You shined brightly just like the lighthouse he named you after. You laughed when Joker bowed and offered you his hand, like a true gentleman.

You both knew he was anything but.

"May I have this uhh, dance?"

Joker's smile was genuine and without his signature makeup, he looked dazzling under the twinkling lights.

You could stare at J for hours. You didn't care about his scars. Yes, they made him into the fearsome man he was, but in your opinion, Joker was beyond stunning no matter how you looked at him.

How could you say no to such a handsome man?

With your bouquet in one hand– you gave Joker the other as he swept you up into a ballroom waltz right there on the balcony.

You heard gentle music playing from the speakers and knew this must've been what he ran off to prepare.

"But you don't plan things.." You mumbled under your breath.

Joker kissed your cheek to silence his laugh. You loved pointing out his affinity for structure and plans.

The two of you danced along to the soft music and stared into each other's eyes. Yours were more bashful whereas Joker did nothing to hide his desire. The grip he had on your hip clenched tighter when you bit your lip. It wasn't unusual for Joker to get handsy but your curiosity got the better of you at the origin of his passion.

"So... um you're not gonna tell me what brought this on?"

He scoffed as if you should've already known the answer. "Do I need an excuse to dance with my wife?" Joker dipped you suddenly.

You were sputtering and gaping like a fish. "W-Whahh? Wife?" He slowly straightened you back up.

"Do play along, Y/n." Joker said with an eye roll.

"Oh I'm sorry Joker! I didn't know we were roleplaying tonight. I was trying on clothes and you went all... thison me! How was I supposed to know you had a bridal fetish or whatever this is? I bet you wanna skip straight to the honeymoon anyways."

You looked away and missed Joker's licking his scars in agitation. You knew the exact buttons to press with him, it was infuriating.

The scene was set. Why couldn't you just play along?

Joker spun you again but this time he jerked you roughly so your back was against his chest. He kept you steady on your feet with his strong grip.

"I.... didn't know I had one until you found this... this... dress. White looks soo... ethereal on you my Light. So what if I wanna end our uhhh re-cep-tion early and consummate our bond. Hmm? Are ya gonna stop me? We both know that's what you wanT."

Joker leaned down to whisper in your ear. "You wanted me since the moment I came home."

That may be true, but he didn't have to call you out on it!

That matte black suit of his was equal parts sinful and alluring plus you really wanted that gold chain of his swinging in your face tonight.. An airy moan slipped out before you could stop it.

How did he know your body better than you?!

Joker ran his hand down the front of your dress and bunched the satin material up until your legs were bare to his touch. The humid air teased your bare sex, making you shiver.

"I bet you're thinking about it.. righT now, aren't ya? Let's see just how needy my wife is..."

Without warning, Joker plunged his fingers into your wet pussy. You clutched onto his forearms and gasped at the intrusion.

"Told ya, princess.. you're sopping wet for me." He groaned at hearing your wet lips gush out as he thrusted them deeper inside. Your eyes fluttered half mast but flew back open in fear.

You looked left and right, hoping it was dark enough for your neighbors to not witness what was going on your balcony.

Just because you owned the penthouse didn't mean there weren't other buildings surrounding yours. Gotham City was notorious for peeping toms and noisy neighbors.

"J-J... my mmph!" Your complaint fizzled away when Joker's thumb rubbed at your clit. Why did you take your panties off around this man?

J loves when you wear dresses and skirts for 'easy access' and for good reason.

The man was a sorcerer with his fingers and you loved when he worked his magic. He curled them just so and had you hurling straight to the cusp of pleasure in record time.

You were wet the moment he walked in the bedroom but he didn't need to know that. Joker knew his tailored suits turned you on.

Finally getting some much needed stimulation was sending you over the edge. You clawed at J's arms as the heat threatened to consume you entirely.

A flick of his thumb against your bundle of nerves and you were moaning out in ecstasy.

You made a mess of his fingers right there for anyone to see if they looked out their window. The thrill of being seen had you squirming in J's arms. You swatted at his hand with your flowers when he tried to prolong your orgasm.

He easily overpowered you and laughed at your sensitive walls clenching down on his fingers. Joker clicked his tongue when you tried bucking away from him.

"Tsk. Always running away." He sighed.

You squeaked when he picked you up, bridal style, and carried you back inside.

Usually Joker would toss you down on any nearby surface and watch your body bounce helplessly before he dragged you back towards him, but today was different.

Today, Joker stopped into your enclosed sunroom and set you down gently on the couch. He hit the light switch and instantly the balcony lights went out and plunged the both of you into darkness.

Now only the moonlight shining in from the glass roof guided his lips to yours.

You dropped your flowers to cradle the back of Joker's head and deepened the kiss. He let you have control for as long as it took him to discard his suit jacket and rip off his tie. He was working on the buttons on his shirt when you pulled away.

"Ngh, no let me... l-let your wife do it." You moaned out.

Your hands were shaking as you undid the buttons. You were too nervous to look up at the panting dragon before you.

Joker let you push his shirt off his shoulders but he tilted your chin up when you failed to look up.

You acknowledged your role and needed to be rewarded.

He whispered your name amongst the lush plants and flora in your sunroom. The air in here was stuffy since he left the balcony's sliding door open. You were already collecting sweat on your brow and good thing Joker took off his makeup earlier or it would be melting off of him.

He still licked at lips in that nervous habit of his.

"Do you want this? Tell me to uhh stop if ya don't." Joker slowly pushed your dress up to bunch up around your stomach. He had no plans of taking it off. If he did, he'd risk tearing it to shreds and that wouldn't do.

If he had it his way, you would wear white everyday, you looked so beautiful in it. But back to the matter at hand.

You nodded in the dark and wrapped an arm around Joker's shoulder. His gold chain was still cool to the touch and you ran your fingers over it fondly.

"I want this. I-I want you. Please, J."

He left a kiss to your forehead and groaned. "You already have me, Y/n."

Joker moved to remove his pants after earning your consent. The sound of his belt buckle in the dark sent a rush of adrenaline to your core. You were excited and the fact you could hardly see made this encounter even more hot.

Your heart was beating out of your chest when you felt Joker's hands slide up your heel clad legs and yank you closer to him. Your back hit the couch cushions and you scrambled for something to hold onto in the dark.

Joker must've seen you flailing around since he guided your hands back onto his shoulders.

No fair how he could see perfectly in the dark whereas you were blind as a hehe... bat.

"Hey.. I wanna see yo— ah!"

Joker slapped his cock on your pussy as if he heard your joke. You jumped at each impact of his hard on hitting your clit and clawed at his upper back in delight.

He seemed to enjoy the sting and tipped his head back in a groan.

Then a pair of neon green eyes stole your attention. It was unnatural the way they reflected off the lack of light, almost feline at times. Joker's night vision was legendary and it was all focused on you.

Your beautiful body sprawled out on the couch. Your curls framing your face like a halo and Joker swore the white of your gown made your melanin skin glow.

How did he get so lucky? He must be dreaming. If it were a dream, he would enjoy it while it lasted.

Joker slid his dick into you, slacked jaw and eyes filled with longing. Your eyes rolled back feeling him stretch you open and come to a rest inside. Joker panted above you and braced his weight on his hands near your head.

You were now caged in with nowhere to go.

"Yeah? This what you– mmhm d__n, is this what you needed, my Light? If ya want me, then take it. Take. All. Of. Meee." Joker grunted and set a rhythm; steady deep thrusts that jolted your entire body and stole your breath.

You buried your hands into his hair and tugged, knowing J loved that. He moved with the motion and laughed to himself.

"F__k, relax Princess and work with me." He pulled his hips back so he could slam into your pussy deeper.

You cried out and wrapped your legs around his waist. He felt the straps of your heels press into his back.

Note to self, clothed sex was hot.

"See? There ya go.. now I can beat it up just the way ya like it. Ohhhh, I got the best wife. Tight cunt, killer body... sexy moans– louder doll. I wanna hear just how good I'm making ya feel."

You bared your neck as he picked up the pace and plowed into your womb. Each rock of his hips hit your g spot and made you dizzy.

You looked up and watched the clouds distort the image of the moon through the roof. Such a beautiful night spent with the one you love.

Joker noticed your distracted gaze and brought your focus back on him by pressing down on your lower belly. You keened loudly in his ear.

"Haha. Eyes on me, Princess. I know, I know. You can cum if it feels that go~od."

You nodded, gasped sweetly, and then came on Joker's cock. And he didn't stop his powerful thrusts either. He plowed right through your orgasm with no regard for your hypersensitivity.

You couldn't escape his passion and took out your agony on his back. Joker hissed when your nails initially dug into his skin but laughed it off.

"Argh, those d__n nails of yours are sharp! Is it really that good, darling? Too much cock making you go crazy stupid already? You want me to stop? Huh? Too bad, cuz I'm noT done yet." He groaned when your walls clamped down tighter on this dick but he recovered quickly to resume his brutal thrusts.

He picked you up by your waist and positioned you to straddle him properly on the couch.

You cried out when you sank further down on Joker's cock due to the angle.

Now he could see you properly as a beam of moonlight shined down from the roof to a spotlight on you bathed in white.

Your hair was in complete disarray and your lips red from biting them in pleasure but in Joker's eyes, you were absolutely stunning.

You locked eyes with Joker and braced your hands on his shoulders. His fair skin was flushed red from exertion but he still looked every bit of Gotham's City most wanted criminal.

The dark gleam in his eyes was a warning in itself.

Your gaze latched onto the gold chain hanging around his neck, and most importantly, the tiny charm with your initial bouncing with each thrust Joker made up into your pussy.

It was hypnotizing and you couldn't help but lean forward to kiss Joker.

He didn't mind and slowed things down so you could feel each vein sliding against your gummy walls. The wet slap of skin and heavy pants was the only sound in the sunroom. You wouldn't be surprised if the glass behind Joker was fogged up by your lovemaking. It was still too dark to tell for sure.

You were the focal point here so you leaned back and put in some work to get Joker off.

You rolled your hips in figure eights that he loved so much and was quickly rewarded.

Joker placed his hands onto your hips and used them like handlebars.

"D__n Y/n. F__k meeeeee." He leaned back on the couch and watched you ride his dick, chasing another orgasm.

You didn't care that you were getting your dress dirty or that your feet were killing you in your stilettos.

Joker took one look at you dressed in white and gold and smacked your behind. You whimpered softly. The sting spurred you to go faster and you began chanting Joker's name like a prayer.

"Nuh uh bunny. You know what ta call me." J whined when you clenched tighter around him.

You bit your lip, looking away.

He could call you wife all night long but it was something different about returning the favor. You knew Joker needed this to get off but it meant more to you.

"Say it Y/n.. p-plea— nghh just once. That's all I, ahhh, that's all I neeeed, darling. I want you to have it, but I need.."

Oh. Joker begging meant he was serious. His eyes were squeezed shut as he neared his own release but you could tell something was holding him back.

You could feel it with how handsy and needy he became. Anything could spill from Joker's lips as he reached his summit. He needed whatever this fetish was.

You drew in limited air and blew it out in a shaky moan.

Just the sight of Joker, usually so composed and calculated, losing all self control– because of you, was empowering. At this rate you were gonna cum again.

You wanted Joker to cum with you; it felt right with the emotions floating in the air tonight.

You choked back a moan, "I want it! I want my husband to c-cum. I need you, J! Please fill me up!"

His reaction was instant.

"Yeah? Ya want it? My beautiful wife wants my cum? Anything you want, it's yours, Y/n. Ask of me anything. I will defy my own will to grant your desires!! Y-You can have it all just.. stay with me. F-Foreever. Never.. s__t, so tight! Never leave me Bunny."

You recognized your own book quote mixed in with Joker's pleas and moans. If possible, you fell even deeper in love. You wouldn't stop for anything after hearing that.

You felt the moment Joker came undone.

He squeezed you close as his hips bucked up into yours uncontrollably. He didn't care about moaning obscenely in your ear because he babbled his deepest darkest fears to you in between struggling to breathe.

"Stay with me, Y/n.. I need.. I need you please— you complete me. You own me. Don't go.. my beautiful wife. M-My Light. All mine.."

It was the most vulnerable you ever heard Joker speak. He was open about his future with you.

You were uncertain about his plans after he healed up and left, but tonight you got a glimpse of the future. He wasn't going anywhere and neither were you and you never felt more closer to him than in that moment.

You bared down and let a silent scream paint your features as your own climax was ripped from out under you.

The fact you came with Joker made the release ten times more intense and hearing him confess in your ear was like an atomic bomb.

Joker fell back and took you with him as the afterglow hit you both. Shivers and gasps were exchanged in the muggy room.

Your dress was sticking to your sweaty skin and you felt absolutely euphoric wrapped up in the arms of your lover. Joker wasn't in any better shape. The satin fabric of your dress was brushing up against his sensitive skin with every rise and fall of your breathing but he couldn't move.

He was slowly softening inside of you and cum was oozing from your pussy and pooling down to your inner thighs.

It was filthy but neither of you could bear to move. You were right where you needed to be. In his arms.

If Joker had a shred of morals he would carry you to the bath and help wash you up but first he had to address what he said during the heat of the moment.

Joker rubbed his scarred lips along your collarbone and subtly cleared his throat.

"I.. meanT it, Y/n." You turned your head and rested it under Joker's chin. "I dunno what started all of this but I uhh.. I'd like that. Us. You know... together.. Not right now! But ahh uhh.. it's on the table for the future... if ya want."

You tensed up in his arms and he thought the worst.

What if you disagreed and thought he was insane? What if you wanted nothing more to do with him? Was this the end of this phenomenal relationship all because he considered marriage?

Joker sounded so cute, all bashful and unsure of himself and you loved watching his eyes dart around in a panic. You put his worries at ease by leaning up and kissing him soundly.

"I meant what I said too silly. I-I need you too but only if you'll have me." You looped your hands with Joker's much larger ones.

He stared at the clash of skin tones and sighed. He was worrying over nothing.

"Forever then, yeah?" He kissed your palm before looking down at you. That breathtaking smile of yours was highlighted by the moonlight.

Since J quoted The Greeks Among Us, you decided to do the same.

"Until the last star fades in the night sky, I'm yours forever and ever, ο εραστής μου."

He rolled his eyes at your direct quote but attacked you with kisses anyway. His sweet little nerd. However the phrase summarized your love perfectly, all for a man who didn't deserve a single ounce of it.

Joker would spend the rest of his days proving his love for you. He could start by giving you that ring he bought.

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