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Of Dragons and Maelstroms: Aemond POV

Themes and Warnings: slow burn, enemies to lovers, blood, violence, explicit language, sexual violence, period-typical misogyny, sexual themes, smut, tension, marriage, jealousy, pregnancy, childbirth, miscarriage, attempted sexual assault, breastfeeding, major character death, divergent timelines

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood/Game of Thrones characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Chapter Five

When Aemond arrived back at the Keep on the eleventh day of the sixth moon, a strange sensation bubbled within him; an increased heart rate and warmth pumping through his veins. It was a feeling he hadn't experienced in quite some time, reminiscent of the thrill he felt when he first claimed Vhagar as his own.

He continued to chuckle to himself about his encounter with the woman at Harrenhall, admiring her for biding her time yet enjoying the likely possibility of her being wrong. There was no possible way Lady Maera of House Wylde would be in the Capital, especially on this day. A sense of satisfaction washed over him as he entertained the notion of cutting off Alys's head and proving that he was not so easily swayed by magical predictions and other silly notions.

Upon entering his rooms, Aemond shed is riding gear with a contented sigh and rang the bell, summoning a servant to assist him in preparing for dinner with his family. He exchanged the weathered clothes for more formal attire, opting for a black leather doublet adorned with the sigil of House Targaryen - three-headed dragons. His trousers matched the dark hue of his doublet, and he pulled on polished black leather boots to complete the ensemble. Allowing a maid to assist him, Aemond had his silver hair brushed back into its usual straightened look, securing half of it away from his face. With a nod of thanks, he dismissed the servant, allowing himself to gather his thoughts before facing his family.

Aemond reached into a box on his bedside and pulled out another eyepatch, this one made of sturdier leather and less weathered from riding. With reservation, he removed his old eyepatch, catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror. His scar and sapphire eye stared back at him, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of disgust. Quickly, he covered it with the new eyepatch, hiding the reminder of his past injury.

Departing from his rooms, a sense of duty compelled him to visit his mother, the dowager Queen, before joining the rest of the family for their meal. However, an unsettling feeling gnawed at him, prompting him to pause in the hallway. He glanced out of the window, his gaze drifting over the expanse of the Keep Gardens, where the sun began its descent behind the distant hills. She wouldn’t actually be there would she? That would mean the whore at Harrenhall was right, and the chance of that being true was slim… Aemond knew there was at least an hour until dinner, so with a frustrated huff, he decided to go and at least check outside, unable to shake off the notion.

Descending into the Keep Gardens at twilight, Aemond found himself immersed in a serene atmosphere. The fading light cast long shadows across the lush greenery, painting the scene in hues of gold and amber. Flowers bloomed in vibrant colors, their sweet fragrance mingling with the cool evening air. The sound of birds chirping and the gentle rustle of leaves added to the tranquil ambiance. Finding a secluded spot, Aemond settled on the garden wall, positioned high up behind a tall tree. From this vantage point, he could observe the beauty of the gardens while maintaining a sense of privacy.

As the gardens gradually grew darker with the setting sun, Aemond became mindful of the approaching dinner hour and the need to not be late. Preparing to descend from the wall, he couldn't shake off the slight disappointment he felt at not encountering Maera. Yet, as he readied himself to jump down, the sound of footsteps approaching along the path below froze him in place. Looking down, he saw a flash of blue and gold, and a curly mane of brown and silver. It was her.

Watching from his elevated perch, Aemond observed Maera's graceful stride as she walked down the path. Her turquoise gown, adorned with intricate golden detailing, caught the fading light and shimmered with every movement. He couldn't help but admire the way the tight bodice accentuated her curves, highlighting her ample breasts and slender waist. It struck him how much she had blossomed into a woman since he had last seen her.

Leaning in to get a closer look from his elevated position, Aemond's gaze lingered on Maera's dark brown hair, styled in an elegant half-updo. A delicate braid encircled the crown of her head, allowing the rest of her locks to cascade down her back in soft waves. Amidst the brown strands, her distinct silver streak caught the fading light, serving as a visible reminder of her Targaryen lineage.

When Maera walked toward the garden wall to gaze out at the shoreline, Aemond felt conflicted. If Maera was indeed here, specifically on this day, it meant that Alys had been right. Perhaps there truly was such a thing as foresight. And if that were the case, what other implications could it hold? What was this supposed "divine plan" the witch had mentioned to him?

“The Jewel of Rainwood,” he murmured into the air, his words filling the silent surroundings of the gardens, watching the Lady’s reactions closely. He noted the slight panic in her movements, the way her gaze darted around frantically, searching for the voice. As she reached for what he assumed was a dagger concealed beneath her skirts, he couldn't help but smirk. The notion that she could ever pose a threat to him seemed laughable.

He decided to humiliate her by speaking the language of his ancestors. Aemond was now fluent and whilst he knew Maera was also learning when they were children, he was sure she had not stuck to it. She was a Wylde, not a true Targaryen.

“Sīr, ao emagon māzigon arlī naejot dārys tegorīr?” So, you have returned to Kings Landing? He asked her mockingly, observing the wrinkle of her nose and the squinting of her eyes as she gazed up to where he was hidden behind the trees. He smirked, “Mōrī jēda nyke ūndan ao istan hāre jēdri ag? Ao istan olvie vēdros rȳ issa mandia’s dīnilūks” Last time I saw you was three years ago? If I recall correctly, you were quite agitated at my sister’s wedding.

But the girl did not seem intimated. In fact, quite the opposite, maybe even irked. She removed her hand from dagger beneath her skirts and Aemond watched her stare up defiantly at his concealed figure. “Se mōrī jēda nyke ūndan ao, aōha ego ēdan mazverdagon hae rōva hae aōha zaldrīzes.” And last time I saw you, your ego had swelled to match the size of your dragon.

The Prince’s confidence wavered at her reply, causing his eyebrow to raise in surprise at her perfect wording and annunciation of High Valyrian. Clearly, she had diligently maintained her studies, and her proficiency was almost on par with his own. Almost.

“Issi ao māzis hen? Nykeā lua ruaragon inkot se tēmbi?” So are you going to come out? Or continue to cower behind the trees? She called up to him in a goading manner as he breathed out a chuckle. With practiced grace, he leaped down from the wall like a cat, landing elegantly on the ground below. Stepping out of the shadows, he turned to face her, a mix of amusement and curiosity in his single violet eye.

Gods, she had changed. Yes, her features remained very similar to those in childhood. But now she truly was a woman grown, and he struggled to maintain his indifference as he stalked towards Lady Maera. Her face, still round as it had always been, now boasted higher and more defined cheekbones. Her once button nose had transformed into a graceful slope, adding to her newfound allure. Her eyes, still the same unique shade of green, now held a different kind of depth and intensity. They seemed to pierce through him, stirring something within him that he struggled to contain.

As the Lady displayed a low curtsy before him, Aemond felt a tightening in his chest, his doublet collar suddenly feeling constricting. There was an undeniable allure in her submission, a tantalizing appeal that sent a shiver down his spine. When she rose, the pair walked side by side down the path, their conversation seeming cordial to any outsider, but in reality, it was far from pleasant. Each word exchanged between them was laced with bitterness, cruel jabs, and sarcasm. Aemond seemed to relish in their verbal sparring, pushing the boundaries further with each barb, determined to come out on top.

"Rumors are quite persistent, Maera. They say the eldest daughter of the Master of Laws is not as virtuous as her family would hope,” the Prince sneered at her, hoping his words would shake her to her core, that she would feel at his mercy.

Instead, she met his accusation with a smile. "If I were a lord serving my King, I could frequent the street of silk as much as I pleased. But whether I have been…deflowered or not, who I take to my bed is hardly any concern of yours."

When Maera did not deny her indiscretions, it struck a chord with Aemond. She had been sullied, tainted by her actions, much like his sister Rhaenyra had been in the tales recounted by his mother over the years. The difference was that Maera showed no signs of shame, meeting his challenges head-on with an admirable, albeit foolish, defiance.

Attempting to provoke Maera further, mentioning his sister Queen Helaena was the only instance where Maera visibly reacted. But it wasn't for the reason Aemond had anticipated. Instead, he could see that Maera still harbored a strong and fierce protectiveness over Queen Helaena. No matter what accusations Aemond threw her way, Maera's loyalty to her queen remained unwavering. It was clear that she simply wanted to be there for her queen, as her friend.

Ending their conversation, with each party agreeing to avoid each other, Aemond couldn't hide his satisfaction as he watched Maera walk away in a huff. And when she turned to look back at him, his smirk grew wider. The game of cat and mouse had begun, and now he relished the opportunity to make her life hell, just as she had made his when she abandoned him all those years ago.

As her form disappeared from his view, Aemond chose a different route back to the Keep. Instead of entering through the main doors, he navigated the secret passageways hidden within the fortress. These tunnels, overseen by his ancestor Maegor the Cruel, were well-known to every Targaryen born at the Keep, and Aemond had mastered them over the years.

Swiftly and silently, Aemond made his way through the narrow passages, his footsteps echoing softly against the stone walls. He maneuvered through the twists and turns with practiced ease, before finally reaching a hidden door concealed behind a tapestry. With a deft motion, Aemond pushed aside the tapestry, revealing the grandeur of the Great Hall beyond. He stepped through the doorway, his presence unnoticed by the occupants within.

The room was adorned with banners displaying the sigil of House Targaryen, creating an atmosphere of regal splendor. A long table was laid out in the centre of the hall, draped with rich fabrics and adorned with silver candelabras. Torches flickered along the walls, casting a warm, golden glow over the scene. Servants bustled about, laying out plates of food and pouring wine into ornate goblets. The air was filled with the tantalising aroma of roasted meats, freshly baked bread, and spiced wines.

At the head of the table sat King Aegon, his imposing figure commanding attention as he chugged his wine with gusto. To his left sat Queen Helaena, her delicate hands fiddling with her cutlery as she stole glances around the room. On the opposite side of the table stood Lord Otto Hightower, his tall stature imposing yet regal, engaged in conversation with Aemond's mother, Queen Alicent. The two conversed animatedly with their voices hushed, coinciding with the peacefulness of the room.

Aemond's stealthy return was abruptly interrupted by the King's booming voice as he spotted his younger brother, calling out to him from his seat at the table. "You move like a ghost, Brother! Where have you been?" Aegon inquired with a mixture of curiosity and amusement.

Rolling his eye, Aemond responded nonchalantly as he walked towards his family, his steps echoing softly against the polished stone floor. "I had matters to attend to before dinner, your Grace."

Alicent, who had been engaged in conversation with Lord Otto, Aemond's grandfather, left her discussion and approached her son, planting a tender kiss on his marred cheek. Aemond welcomed the affection from his mother, hoping it meant she was not still upset with him.

The dowager queen smiled warmly before inquiring, “And Harrenhall?" she asked, her tone tinged with hopefulness.

Aemond hesitated, reluctant to divulge the grim details of what had transpired at Harrenhall. "We shall discuss it in detail tomorrow, Mother. But rest assured, I handled it," he assured her, choosing to leave the darker aspects of his mission unspoken for the time being.

Satisfied with her son's response, Alicent nodded understandingly and returned to her seat. Aemond followed suit, leaving a deliberate space between himself and Helaena, anticipating Maera's arrival. He relished the thought of confronting her once more, eager to continue his clandestine game with Maera from a more public stage.

“Lord Jasper, and his daughter, the Lady Maera of House Wylde,” one of the guards announced as the doors opened. When the Master of Laws entered with his eldest daughter on his arm, a hush fell over the room, all eyes locking onto the young Lady who has finally returned to court after many years away. Aemond's gaze remained fixed on her, his single violet eye tracing her every movement with a mix of curiosity and anticipation.

“Seven Hells,” he heard Aegon muttering.

Maera's entrance was as graceful as ever, her turquoise gown billowing around her as she scanned the room. Aemond watched as her gaze swept past the assembled guests, lingering on each face before finally landing on him. A smirk played at the corners of Aemond's lips as he observed the furrow of confusion that creased Maera's brow. He could practically feel the gears turning in her mind as she tried to decipher how he had managed to arrive before her.

The sense of satisfaction that washed over Aemond was palpable as he reveled in the feeling of outsmarting her. With Maera's presence at the Keep, their game of had only just begun, and Aemond was determined to emerge victorious, his fixed steely gaze silently daring her to challenge him further.

However his smug smile disappeared when Aegon rose from his seat with a gleam in his violet eye and a Cheshire Cat smile. It was the same look that Aegon wore when he indulged in his more base desires, like when he bothered the serving girls or took a particular interest in a Lady at court. A grin that Aemond found distasteful, especially in this context. Watching Aegon approach Maera with such boldness, Aemond's jaw clenched involuntarily, his grip tightening on his goblet. He couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion, a complex mixture of indignation, frustration, and something else he couldn't quite put his finger on.

Seeing Aegon embrace Maera, his hand boldly placed on her waist, Aemond felt a pang of discomfort. His gaze narrowed as he observed the interaction, the uncomfortable look on Maera's face only adding fuel to the fire raging within him. It was a sensation akin to a primal instinct, a territorial instinct, but Aemond refused to acknowledge it as such. Instead, he attributed it to his protective instincts over his sister, the Queen, and his disdain for Aegon's lack of propriety in his wife’s presence.

When Maera locked eyes on the table, Aemond couldn't help but notice the slight huff of annoyance as she realized her allocated seat was uncomfortably close to him. He almost chuckled at her reaction, finding joy in her discomfort. As she passed by him to take her seat, Aemond caught a whiff of her familiar scent, a blend of vanilla and rainwater that stirred something within him. Despite his resolve to remain unaffected, he couldn't deny the uplifting effect it had on him.

Throughout the meal, Maera seemed to ignore him, focusing instead on her food and the conversation around her. Aemond took this as a victory, feeling a sense of superiority in their silent battle of wills. However, when Aemond looked up from his plate, his anger flared at the sight of Aegon's continued leering at Maera from across the table. In their childhood, the girl had never tolerated Aegon’s distasteful behaviour, and Aemond was disappointed to see her acquiescing now, even though he knew she couldn’t really protest because Aegon was the King.

Despite his anger towards the young Lady of House Wylde, Aemond noticed the positive effect her presence had on the atmosphere in the room. Helaena seemed more animated, reminiscing with her old friend, her violet eyes sparkling with joy. Even Aemond's mother, the dowager Queen, was seen laughing, a rare sight that brought a sense of warmth to the room.

"And do you still train with the sword, Lady Maera?" Aemond heard his grandfather ask her, causing his ears to prick up. Memories of their childhood training sessions, before societal expectations had stifled Maera's freedom, flooded Aemond's mind, and he could not help but be curious as to what her answer was.

However, before Maera could answer, her father, Lord Jasper, interjected, cutting off the conversation. A flicker of annoyance crossed Maera's face, swiftly masked by a forced neutrality. Aemond observed how she quickly composed herself, casting her eyes down as if to remind herself to behave and not cause a scene. This did not seem like the behaviour of the girl he once knew.

Refusing to let the moment pass, Aemond swiftly interjected, "The Hand of the King was addressing Lady Maera, not you, my lord." The one-eyed Prince turned his head towards Maera, seeing the look of confusion and suspicion on her face at his interruption, as well as something else. Gratitude maybe? "Lady Maera, I believe my grandfather is awaiting an answer,” he declared, his eye locked on her.

Aemond relished in the discomfort evident on Maera's face as all eyes turned to her, a faint blush painting her cheeks with embarrassment. However, when Maera looked straight at Lord Otto and revealed that she, in fact, still train with a sword, Aemond couldn't suppress a hum of acknowledgment. Despite his disdain for her, there was an admiration for her continued skill. It was a testament to her resilience and determination, proving that she hadn't succumbed to the role of a helpless Lady as he had assumed.

“Such behavior hardly befits a lady who aspires to find a suitable husband, no matter how beautiful and witty she may be,” Aegon commented with a smirk, seemingly trying to humiliate her.

Maera, undeterred, replied with a retort as quick as lightning, “Perhaps it's time that the lords of Westeros alter their attitudes, so that I might find one worthy of my time and affections.”

Aemond felt a smirk tug at the corners of his lips, though he quickly suppressed it with a clearing of his throat. This was the Maera he remembered from their youth – fierce, honest, and unyielding.

The Prince was aware Maera's attentiveness to Helaena's emotions, her offer to escort the Queen to her rooms earning a grateful smile from his sister. Despite his irritation at the prospect of Maera's presence in the Keep, he acknowledged that Helaena would benefit from her friend's company. As Lord Jasper took his leave some time later, Aegon wasted no time in taking the vacant seat next to Aemond, launching into a conversation filled with lewd and exaggerated remarks.

“Gods, did you see that arse, brother? And those huge tits?! Holy Father, how I would love to-“

“Aegon, that's enough!” Alicent's stern voice cut through the room, her disapproval evident as she scolded her elder son. Aemond, of course, had noticed Maera's physical attributes, but he maintained a facade of indifference, refusing to engage in Aegon's lascivious commentary. He was above that, after all.

"You constantly used to call her fat and ugly when we were young," Aemond reminded his brother. But then, with a smirk, he added, “Let us not forget, she would not tolerate your vile behaviour either.”

Aegon grinned in response, unfazed by the reminder of his past humiliations. "But the ugly duckling can turn into a beautiful swan, Aemond," he retorted, his gaze drifting towards the door through which Maera had exited. "Very beautiful indeed." Aemond could feel the weight of his mother and grandfather's disapproving stares, but he knew they wouldn't challenge the King's behavior. After all, who dared to defy a monarch?

Aegon stood up, stretching dramatically. "Well, I'm positively exhausted. I think I shall retire," he announced, his tone dripping with faux weariness.

Aemond arched an eyebrow, skeptical of his brother's sudden desire for an early bedtime. "You never go to bed this early," he pointed out, his suspicion evident in his voice.

"Being King is exhausting, brother," Aegon replied with a smirk, placing a patronizing hand on Aemond's shoulder. "How fortunate you are to never know such a burden." Aemond clenched his jaw, suppressing his frustration at Aegon's jab. He watched his brother leave the room, his resentment simmering beneath the surface. However, there were more pressing matters at hand, and Aemond knew the true reason behind Aegon's early departure.

“Aemond…” Lord Otto's voice cut through the tension, a silent plea in his tone.

"I will see to it," Aemond declared, standing up with determination. With a curt nod to his grandfather, he exited the Great Hall, intent on finding his brother and ensuring Maera remained safe from his clutches.

The one-eyed Prince wandered the dark corridors, his steps heavy with anger as he searched for Aegon. His older brother's actions brought shame upon the family time and time again, his reckless behavior and disregard for propriety tarnishing their name. It frustrated Aemond to no end that Aegon faced no consequences for his actions, especially his mistreatment of women, which was widely known within the court.

As the ever-dutiful second son, Aemond felt compelled to clean up his brother's mess for the sake of their family’s honour. He couldn't help but feel disillusioned by the notion of an elder brother, someone meant to be looked up to and followed, especially considering Aegon's status as King. Yet, Aemond couldn't deny the bitter truth: Aegon's frequent disappointments had only reinforced Aemond's belief that he would be the better choice to wear the crown and lead the realm.

Aemond's heart pounded in his chest as he listened to his brother's hushed voice in the distance, drawing him closer with every word. Peering around a stone pillar, he watched in horror as Aegon stood close to Maera, her back pressed against the cold stone wall. The sight of Aegon brushing a stray strand of hair behind Maera's ear ignited a fiery rage within Aemond, like a volcano on the brink of eruption.

His horror turned to disbelief as he witnessed Maera seemingly play along, her fingers tracing a flirtatious path across Aegon's chest. Aemond growled under his breath, feeling betrayed by Maera's actions. He had always suspected her of being a harlot, a manipulative snake seeking to advance her own agenda by cozying up to the King like so many others. But to see her reciprocate Aegon's advances was a betrayal that cut him to the core, igniting a fury within him unlike any he had felt before. As Aegon and Maera leaned in for a kiss, Aemond's anger reached its boiling point.

“Ooof!”

The one-eyed Prince’s rage was replaced by astonishment when Maera suddenly drew her fist back and delivered a powerful punch straight to his brother's stomach. The force of the blow sent Aegon staggering backward, collapsing onto the floor with a groan of pain.

A chuckle escaped Aemond's lips as he shook his head in disbelief. It seemed he had underestimated her. Despite his initial suspicions, she had not succumbed to Aegon's advances, but had instead stood her ground and defended herself, just as she had done when they were young. It was a reassuring realization, and Aemond found himself feeling a newfound respect for Maera's strength and resilience.

As Maera hurried away, Aemond emerged from the shadows, casting a satisfied gaze over his fallen brother. He felt a surge of vindication, knowing that Aegon had received the retribution he deserved. Looking up, Aemond caught Maera's gaze as she glanced back over her shoulder.

At first, he saw a flicker of fear in her eyes, but when Aemond demonstrated his indifference, and even pride for what she had done, it quickly shifted into something else—a mixture of determination and relief. There was an unspoken understanding between them, a silent acknowledgment of shared sentiments and shared enemies.

Their eyes locked for a brief moment, conveying volumes without a single word spoken. Then, with a nod from Aemond, Maera turned away and continued on her path back to her room. Aemond watched her retreat, a sense of respect a flicker of their old camaraderie shining through

“Do you believe me now, my Prince?”

Aemond returned to Harrenhall a few weeks later, not only to check on the progress of the guards, but, as a man of his word, he freed the witch. The Prince couldn't shake the feeling of being unsettled by her ability to foresee events, especially when her words had proven to be true. And yet, if she proved to have the power of foresight, what else did she know and how else could it benefit him?

The crackling hearth cast flickering shadows across the room, illuminating shelves lined with jars and ointments, giving the space a cozy yet mysterious atmosphere. Facing Aemond, Alys sat with an air of quiet confidence, her catlike green eyes sparkling in the warm glow of the fire.

"I understand it is difficult,," the witch began, her voice calm and measured. "To accept that there are things beyond your understanding."

Aemond's brow furrowed, his expression hardened. "There were many known ancient mysteries of Old Valyria," he countered, his tone sharp with skepticism. "House Targaryen and its descendants are the only people in the world who can bond with and fly dragons.” He paused, before leaning forward to emphasise his point. “I can assure you, what you tell me is not beyond my understanding."

Aemond's patience began to wear thin, his jaw tightening and his hand clenching into a fist at his side. He couldn't shake the disdain he felt for the situation—here he was, entertaining notions of magic and prophecy with a mere bastard of House Strong. The memory of the last encounter with a Strong bastard, ending in death, lurked in the back of his mind, casting a shadow over the present moment.

With a frustrated sigh, Aemond stood from his chair, pacing around the room with his hands clasped behind his back. "You say that I want her, but you could not be more wrong," he declared, his voice tinged with bitterness. "She occupies my thoughts because she is the bane of my existence. I cannot stand her, and she in turn, cannot stand me."

Alys watched him intently, her gaze unwavering. "And yet you are bound," she declared confidently. "It is fate, my Prince, foretold by the Gods."

"The Gods tell you this themselves, do they?" Aemond asked, his voice laced with sarcasm yet tinged with curiosity.

"Or they show me," Alys replied, her tone calm and confident, accompanied by a serene smile.

Aemond's skepticism was evident as he approached her, looming over her seated form. "You mentioned a divine plan the last time I was here. The least you could do is tell me," he demanded, his gaze piercing.

"Why would I do that, my Prince?" Alys countered, her head tilted slightly inquisitively.

The witch’s disrespectful tone only fueled Aemond's growing irritation. Despite her lowly status, the witch seemed to believe she held the upper hand in their exchange. But Aemond was determined to change that. His gaze hardened as he met Alys's eyes, silently asserting his authority and refusing to be belittled by her insolence. "If you wish to return to the executioner’s block, just say the word," he sneered with a smirk.

Alys, not so easily intimidated, rose from her seat, meeting his gaze fearlessly. "But then you would not know what the Gods have in store for you," she pointed out. "I volunteered my knowledge for free last time. But since this is somthing you are now requesting personally, it requires payment.”

Aemond scowled, feeling a sense of unease creep over him. "What kind of payment?" he inquired, his voice betraying a hint of reluctance.

The witch's grin widened, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Since this is something you want to know, the payment must come from you," she stated cryptically, her gaze scanning him intently. Finally, she settled on a suggestion. "A lock of your hair, perhaps?"

Aemond scoffed at the seemingly trivial request, finding it absolutely ridiculous, but the thought of uncovering more of the witch's insights compelled him to comply. Unsheathing his dagger, he deftly severed a small strand of hair from the back of his head. He presented it to Alys, who accepted it with a gracious nod, her eyes alight with satisfaction.

The witch twisted the lock of hair around her fingers, her eyes closed in deep concentration, reminiscent of Helaena's meditative muttering, Aemond observed. Though he couldn't discern the words she murmured, he was taken aback when she suddenly cast the silver hair into the fire.

Impatience gnawed at him, prompting Aemond to break the silence. "Well?" he demanded, his tone edged with frustration.

The witch turned to face him, a serene smile gracing her features. "Your brother, Aegon, is now the King, as is his right as Viserys’s firstborn son," she began, her voice calm and measured.

Aemond's irritation flared at the mention of his brother. "Yes, I know that," he hissed, eager to get to the point. "What is your point?"

Alys's smile remained, almost unnervingly sweet, as she delivered her revelation. "His reign will last no longer than two years," she declared cryptically, forestalling any immediate questions from Aemond. "Yet the King of Kings will be born directly from your blood."

Taken aback by her words, Aemond furrowed his brow, his curiosity piqued. Before he could inquire further, Alys continued, gripping him by the hand. "You need her. The eye of the Maelstrom is a nest for the dragon," she proclaimed, her words laced with a sense of urgency. Aemond attempted to pull away, but the witch's hold remained steadfast. "You will ascend the throne. And she will be your Queen."

Ambition warred with morality as the Prince grappled with the implications of her words. The thought of ascending to the throne enticed him, fueling his desire for power and recognition. But the cost weighed heavily on his conscience—his dear nephews, Aegon’s sons, would have to meet a grim fate for him to claim the crown. Despite his ambition, Aemond couldn’t bring himself to wish harm upon his beloved nephews.

The mention of Maera’s involvement in the prophecy added another layer of complexity to Aemond’s internal turmoil. Despite their mutual animosity, the notion of Maera as his Queen seemed improbable, if not outright ludicrous. The enmity between them ran deep, and the idea of uniting with her in such a significant manner felt like a cruel twist of fate.

Aemond withdrew his hand from her grasp abruptly, his gaze fixed on Alys with a mixture of bewilderment and confusion etched on his features. Before he could articulate his barrage of questions, Alys forged ahead, her voice steady and unwavering."You will sire many children. But it is the union of a son and a daughter that will produce the greatest King of all," she declared, her words laden with gravitas.

Aemond's cautious inquiry followed. "My children? With her?" he asked, his tone tinged with uncertainty.

Not being entirely direct, Alys pressed on, her eyes seemingly fixed on some distant horizon. "I have heard the beat of his dragon’s wings across the world. Not only will he be King of Westeros, but he will unite the North, South, East, and West into a single Kingdom," she prophesied, her voice resonating with conviction. "And his rule will be a great one, with a dynasty of dragons to follow."

Aemond shook his head in disbelief. "Impossible. Lady Maera is of a minor House and would never agree to a marriage. I am promised to a Baratheon also. My nephews…it cannot be," he countered, his voice tinged with skepticism.

Yet Alys remained steadfast, her proclamation resolute. "The path the Gods have set for you is magnificent. And when you tread it, I will be at your side to guide you. For the sake of your House, do not desecrate their vision, my Prince."

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Something of the Wolf...

The Doctor

The Doctor - the Fifth Doctor to be precise - has a canonical base outfit of cricketing garb with a camel-colored coat that has red lining and a stick of celery on the lapel. In addition to striped trousers, a cream cricket jumper with red lining, and white Cricketing Zed trainers, he also sports a white dress shirt with red question marks on the collar and usually has floral-patterned suspenders. He completes the ensemble with a soft cotton white undershirt.

In Something of the Wolf, the Doctor sometimes has variant outfits, or outfits he wears outside of his usual Cricketing garb. This is usually a simple cotton tee and loose dress shirt on top, untucked and rolled up to the elbows. He alternates between his usual suspenders and plain ones, usually wears tan jeans, and he always has his white Cricketing Zeds.

The Doctor's sleep outfit is rather plain. He has flannel and cotton pajama pants he wears, and he usually wears mismatched socks when walking around the house because he can't be bothered to pair them correctly. He wears a white cotton tee that has a Star Wars Rebel Logo on it in orange that Rose has attacked with a Sharpie to have the Seal of Rassilon and the words "Time Lord" underneath the word "Rebel" as a joke, but the Doctor absolutely loves it and insisted she buy more and do the same to them.

During the Time War, the Doctor needed a sturdier outfit for the warzones and battlefields. He changed his coat and jumper for a medium brown leather jacket with patched elbows and wears a flannel grey-brown shirt loose underneath it. A faded blue undershirt is the final upper layer. The suspenders were swapped for a simple leather belt. This is usually accompanied by red knit fingerless gloves, a purple and pale gold Patrex scarf, and a satchel that carries emergency medical supplies. He wears a white medic band of fabric on his upper left arm with the green crescent moon hospital symbol to denote his status as a Healer/Medic/Doctor. Thick tan jeans sport a leather holster on the upper right thigh that holds his Sonic in it, and he wears thick red socks with iron-tipped World War II Era English leather combat boots. During the war, an accident resulted in Rose's hair being cut very short. The Doctor cut his short as well in solidarity.

After the Time War, the Doctor felt he could go back to softer apparel. However, after the War he couldn’t go back to the way things were entirely. He grew out his hair back to its usual shaggy do, and the sturdy trousers were replaced by standard solid tan dress slacks. New Cricketing Zed trainers were added, as well as a brand new Cricket Jumper with the red stripe. Underneath, instead of a dress shirt, the Doctor sports a TARDIS Blue cashmere turtleneck sweater. The collar usually pulled up to hide a rather gruesome scar on his neck from when he was nearly beheaded on a war mission for Romana and Narvin, and there are surface level scars hidden under his layers but viewable on his hands as well as a shallow one on his right cheekbone. Completing the ensemble is a medium brown plaid coat with a white handkerchief (adorned with a red question mark) in the breast pocket with leather-patched elbows, and also features a built-in belt.

Rose

Rose usually likes to shake up her standard outfits often, but they usually maintain a typical style of a shirt or dress with a cardigan, vest, jacket, etc. She prefers to most often wear jeans or trousers, but she has been known to go for shorts, capris, skirts, and under-dress shorts. Her preferred footwear is usually a pair of Chuck Taylor Trainers in colors that vary per outfit, and she often also changes up her hairstyle.

When Rose goes to sleep, she usually goes barefoot and wears a pair of cotton sleep shorts. More often than not, she steals one of the Doctor's many various Cricket Jumpers; if it is a particularly warm evening and they are not in the TARDIS she'll go in a plain spaghetti strap tank top to stay cool, but she prefers the jumper.

During the Time War, Rose decided to go for a sturdier outfit. She usually sports her trusty TARDIS Blue leather jacket over a simple tee or tank top of varying colors, and pairs it with a pair of knit fingerless gloves and a leather belt. She also wears a matching purple and gold Patrex scarf to match the Doctor's, and a matching Medic/Healer/Doctor band of white with the green crescent moon hospital symbol on her upper left arm to indicate she is there to help. Her trousers are usually black jeans or grey ones, and she wears high iron-tipped leather boots with a leather holster attached to her right thigh that she also stores her own Sonic in. Due to a wartime accident, she had to cut her hair short.

After the Time War, Rose was able to go back to some sorter clothes but she still feels vulnerable in sweaters. Having regrown her hair by the end of the War, Rose keeps it only a little longer than shoulder length to avoid having problems with it once again and also rarely wears it loose to keep it out of harm’s way. Rose favors a pair of jean trousers with a pink belt most often, and also a jean jacket rolled up to the elbows. She wears her battle scars on her arms and hands (and the one in her left eyebrow) proudly whereas the Doctor prefers to hide his, and also wears a casual tee shirt and a pair of her trademark pink Chuck Taylor Converse.

Patrex Robes

A simple, breathable and flexible fabric, these casual everyday Patrex Chapter tunics made of the Purple and Gold Chapter colors are a modern Ardethe fashion style meant for everyday use. When the Doctor and Rose officially became part of the community, they took to wearing the style when they were out and about in Ardethe. They are viewed as their "Leisure/Lazy Sunday" clothes, and they are exceptionally comfortable.

Pulled from the depths of the TARDIS wardrobe, these highly antiquated Patrex Robes are meant for only the most formal of occasions- though the Doctor's are a tad too short for his long legs (though the hem is quickly altered to the appropriate length brushing the tops of his shoes during events in “Time in Office”). The Robes sport an underlayer, an over-layer, long sleeves, and tabards bedecked in the Patrex Chapter Colors of Purple and Gold. Rose's features a corset and high collar in a style reminiscent of Edwardian England, and the Doctor's features a somewhat armored but rather flexible leather chestplate. Modern Traditional Time Lord Robes are more complex, heavier, and sport the skull-cap helmets with the large shoulder pauldrons. One is also expected to wear gloves at all times, and they must feature the Seal of Rassilon. The antiquated robes sport none of this and are made of a light, breathable material with freedom of movement and bare hands, head, and shoulders.

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An Alternative

'The alternate ending to An Arrangement'

Hyunjin x female reader/Chan x female reader

Word count: 10.5k (look... I know.)

A/N: 18+ only! Sorry. Sorry. I'm so sorry. Just sorry. Did I mention that I'm sorry? I had considered this kind of ending originally but decided to go with a Hyunjin happy ending since it was technically a Hyunjin fic. A couple people showed interest in how else things could have happened. This is that. I'm sorry! I posted the story in its entirety but if you've read An Arrangement and would just like to read the alternate ending I've marked where that starts. If you start there its about 5.2k words! As always MDNI 18+ONLY and warnings and smut below the cut!

Warnings: MDNI 18+ONLY: Strong language/cursing, fuck buddies, unprotected piv sex, oral (m&f receiving), overstimulation (a little), cum eating, semi-public sex, a little rough sex (a little spanking a little hair pulling), praise, pet names (good girl, baby girl etc.), cream pie, breeding kink. I believe that is everything but as I always mention if I missed something please let me know and I will add it to the warnings!

Hwang Hyunjin. The two of you ran in completely different crowds. You could not be more opposite if you tried. You knew that going into your little arrangement with him, yet still you couldn’t resist him. Who could? It was so cliché. You were on the dean’s list, wore preppy clothes, you were quiet, reserved, a good girl. He was the bad boy, or so he would try to appear. Combat boots, chains, and clad in black from head to toe, minus the bright red hair he’d recently started sporting. Your stuck-up parents would never approve of you dating such a boy let alone the things you were actually doing with him. Hyunjin had a way of getting you to do things you never thought you would do with anyone. He didn’t pressure you or guilt you into any of it. Never. No, he just had a way of bringing that side out in you and making everything he would suggest sound so… appealing.

The first time you saw him was on one of the rare occasions he had actually shown up to class. It was easy to spot him when he confidently walked in a little more than fashionably late with flaming red hair. He was absolutely beautiful and you couldn’t take your eyes off him. None of the girls could. He had been walking up the stairs by you to take a seat towards the back of the lecture hall when you had accidently knocked your pencils on the floor. You reached down to pick them up at the same time he did, his hand grazing one of yours. You glanced at him and he gave you a sly smile, one of his dimples popping out. As he placed your pencils back on your desk his other hand gently slid up your calf stopping at the back of your knee and squeezed. You blushed and bit your lip and Hyunjin winked at you before going to take a seat right behind you. You couldn’t focus the rest of the class that day.

The second time you ran into him you did just that. You were running to make it to one of your classes and Hyunjin was roaming campus halls instead of being in his class as usual. You rounded a corner and ran right into him full force. Of course, he was sturdier than you so while he stumbled you crashed to the floor.

“What the hell watch wh-” When he realized it was you, he stopped. You were on your ass rubbing the heels of your palms where you had tried to catch yourself but only ended up hurting yourself more. Hyunjin’s demeanor changed immediately.

“Oh shit hey sorry. Are you okay?” He was genuinely concerned as he reached down to help you up. When you got up you didn’t realize who you had run into, you were too busy trying to rub the soreness away from your ass, wincing. Hyunjin couldn’t help the way his mouth watered and his dick got a little hard watching you rub your palm flat against your full ass, your skirt bunching just a little, riding up showing more of your thighs. You smoothed your skirt back down and finally looked up to see who you had bumped into. When you did your mind went blank.

“Uh...” You just stared at Hyunjin speechless and he gave you that same smirk he had given you in class and took a step towards you. You backed up against the wall and one of Hyunjin’s arms came up, his hand resting on the wall by your head, partially caging you in. He leaned in close and your breathing hitched. His other hand rested on your waist before sliding down and gently gripping your ass cheek that you had just been rubbing, his thumb caressing it.

“I asked if you were okay?” You swallowed hard and shook your head as blush crept up your neck and face. He leaned in closer pressing his pouty lips against the shell of your ear.

“Good, wouldn’t want anything to happen to such a nice...” Hyunjin gripped your ass cheek harder, fingers dangerously close to gripping flesh and not fabric, making you gasp.

“Girl.” He nuzzled against your ear and then let go of your ass and walked away leaving you there absolutely breathless. You had a few of these interactions with Hyunjin. He was always very forward, borderline aggressive with his advances, light touches and gentle groping. You could tell under the façade he was trying to put up that he was really a nice guy. No matter how hard he tried to give off the bad boy vibe you saw through it. He had picked up your pencils for you, he had been genuine in his concern and helped you up when you fell, and he would never cross a certain line when he was flirtatious with you. Hyunjin wanted to tease you, push you. He could tell you wanted him, the way you would hold your breath and close your eyes in anticipation when he got closer. The way you leaned into his touches. The blown-out lust filled eyes you gave him every time he pushed your buttons and walked away. Hyunjin would only ever go that ninety percent just waiting for you to burst and take the other ten. Every time walking away leaving you more frustrated than the time before. One day when you were studying in the library for midterms you were walking up and down rows of shelves looking for a specific book and suddenly you were grabbed from behind and pulled into the back utility closet. You went to scream and a big hand clamped around your mouth as familiar pouty lips were pressed against your ear.

“No need to scream now it’s just me good girl.” Once you realized it was Hyunjin and relaxed he let go of you and you spun around. You slapped and hit him and yelled.

“You scared the shit out of me Hyunjin god!” He laughed at your outburst. You had never even spoke to him before let alone said his name. He grabbed your hands that swatted at him and pulled you close.

“Mmm I like the way my name sounds in your mouth good girl.” You had enough. You couldn’t take his teasing anymore. You wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine.

“I have a name. It’s Y/N, thank you very much and if you think you like your name in my mouth you have no idea how much you’re going to love your cock in there.” Okay you weren’t exactly sure where that boldness came from but he’d pushed your buttons long enough. Hyunjin looked at you and his jaw dropped. He thought he’d get you to break but he did not expect that. A mischievous smile spread across his face.

“Ooo dirty and here I thought you were a good girl. Or are you just all talk baby?” You smirked at him as you sunk to your knees. You unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and started pulling down his zipper. You licked your lips as you looked up at him.

“I’m a great girl by the way.” You pulled his pants and boxers down enough to free his cock. It was long and slender and pretty just like him. You wrapped your hand around the base and spit on it before taking him into your mouth.

“Fuuuck yes you are. God damn! The BEST girl!” Hyunjin thread his fingers into your hair and held onto the back of your head as you bobbed up and down on his dick. You sucked and swirled your tongue around him as you continued to take him further into your mouth. His other hand came up and he gripped your head on both sides as you hollowed your cheeks and he fucked into your mouth, making you gag before finally pulling you off. Hyunjin pulled you up from your knees and kissed you pulling you close, his hard cock pressing against you. Suddenly he dropped down to his knees in front of you. He pushed your hips up against the wall as he lifted your skirt. Hyunjin pulled your panties down holding them open so you could step out of them, he brought them up to his face and took in your scent before shoving them in his pants pocket.

“You won’t be needing these.” He hiked one of your legs over his shoulder grabbing a hold of your ass wasting no time burying his face in your wet cunt. The way his lips and tongue worked at your clit, sucking and slurping at you, it was exquisite. You grabbed a hold of his fiery red hair with both hands to balance yourself when he threw your other leg over his other shoulder, pressing you against the wall harder as he continued to eat you out as if his life depended on it.

“HYUN-” You bit on your fingers trying to keep quiet as Hyunjin hummed against your clit pushing you over the edge quickly with only his mouth. Your legs shook around his head as he kitten licked you through the aftershocks of your orgasm. He removed one leg at a time from his shoulders making sure you were steady before letting go and standing up. He pulled you close pressing you against him again and kissed you running his hands down your body and grabbing your ass. He quickly turned you around pressing you against the wall, pulling your hips out and kicking your legs apart. It made you drip with excitement the way he handled you so roughly. Hyunjin lifted your skirt over your ass again and gave it a smack before he leaned over you and lined himself up with your soaked entrance. He stopped before pushing into you.

“Tell me you want this. Tell me you want me good girl.” You laid your head back against his shoulder and grabbed a handful of his hair as you pushed yourself onto his cock.

“God, I want you. Please Hyunjin I want you.” He groaned as he pushed and sunk further into you.

“FUCK so wet, so fucking tight!” Once Hyunjin was balls deep in you he started rocking his hips gently against your ass. It was totally different than the way he’d man handled you into position. It was almost tender the way he fucked you, his arms wrapped around your body, plump lips grazing your neck and shoulder with soft kisses. Barely pulling out before he buried his cock deep into you again. One of his hands traveled down and his fingers started teasing your clit, he felt you clench around him.

“Are you close good girl? Are you gonna give me another one? You have another one in you right come on good girl?” He pushed in even deeper and harder and you moaned out. He clamped his other hand over your mouth again and fucked you faster.

“This is a library you gotta be quiet while I wreck your pussy. Don’t break the rules, now be a good girl and cum for me.” He kept fucking you hard and fast as you pushed your ass back into him, skin slapping against skin as he pushed you to your peak again. You screamed into his hand as your cunt coated his cock in your juice. After your pussy stopped throbbing around his cock Hyunjin removed his hand from your mouth. He bent you over more, grabbed your hips with both hands and continued to pound into your dripping pussy.

“Fuck Hyunjin, don’t cum inside me. I have class in fifteen minutes...” He gave you two more hard deep thrusts and pulled himself out spinning you back to face him. He kissed you hard, it took what little breath you had away.

“On your knees good girl, open up.” You knelt down and opened your mouth sticking out your tongue as he pressed his tip against your tongue and stroked his cock. The first warm spurt of his cum on your tongue surprised you a little but Hyunjin aimed carefully squeezing every bit of his load out and into your mouth, making sure to not make a mess so you could get to your class on time. He ran his hand through your hair.

“Be a good girl and swallow what I gave you.” You swallowed Hyunjin’s cum just like he told you and then grabbed his cock and sucked on the head to get any trace of his seed left. He shook and twitched from the overstimulation.

“FUCKfuckfuck...” He pulled away quickly and you looked up at him smiling very content with yourself. You stood up and this time you pulled him in for a kiss as he tried to get post nut clarity. You fixed your skirt as he stood there trying to wrap his mind around what just happened.

“Fuck, I have got to say good girl I was NOT expecting that!” You smiled and gently stroked your fingertips along Hyunjin’s sensitive body making him erupt in goosebumps before pecking his lips.

“I told you it’s Y/N and now that you know what to expect we should do this again some time.” You blew him a kiss and winked as you opened the door and left to find the nearest bathroom and get cleaned up before your class, leaving Hyunjin standing in the utility closet with his pants and underwear around his ankles. He pulled them up fastening them and his belt, grabbing your panties out of his pocket and putting them up to his face again breathing you in.

“Oh Y/N that will definitely be happening again.” Hyunjin laughed to himself breathless. That was how your arrangement with him started. At first you would meet up in empty class rooms, closets, any little hide away you could find and fuck, that’s it. No conversation, no how was your day, just raw lust. Fuck, cum, go your separate ways like you didn’t even know each other. It had been going on for a couple of weeks when you finally fessed up to your best friend Chan about it. He was getting suspicious of your absences between classes when normally you’d be meeting him for lunch or study sessions and he was less than enthusiastic when you told him the reason why you had been absent.

“That guy is a dick, you should steer clear of him baby girl he’ll just end up hurting you.” You rolled your eyes at your friend and pinched his cheek playfully.

“Thank you for worrying about me Channie but he’s not as bad as he tries to act and anyway it’s just sex.” He gave in and dropped the subject but he still thought it was a bad idea. It always starts as just sex and then... He did make a point to corner Hyunjin alone after he found out so he could let him know what would happen if he did hurt you. Hyunjin didn’t take the threat very seriously but Chan wanted it to be known regardless. After you almost got caught a few times fucking in class rooms you and Hyunjin started sneaking into each other’s dorms. When that happened things started evolving little by little. Sometimes you guys would order pizza and watch a movie before you fucked. Sometimes Hyunjin would hold you after in bed and you would talk about little things, silly likes and dislikes or funny things that happened during your days. Sometimes Hyunjin would run his fingers through your hair instead of pulling it and placed sweet kisses when before he would have bitten and sometimes you fell asleep in his arms after and he watched you sleep and whispered things to you he wouldn’t dare say when you were awake. It all transitioned so gradually neither of you realized you were already fucked.

That’s the way things were between you now. Just the night before Hyunjin had snuck into your dorm and the two of you had ordered in dinner, laughed, and ravaged each other half the night before crashing, your limbs tangled together. That’s what you were thinking about as you walked the halls of the university building. You were in on the way to your next class but all you could think of was lips and teeth, tongues, and hands, roaming, exploring, tasting. You were pulled from your thoughts when you heard a group of guys around the next corner being louder than necessary. Then you heard a familiar voice. Hyunjin. It wasn’t surprising that he was skipping a class to cause chaos with his friends. You were just going to keep walking and you would ignore each other like you always did in public but you stopped in your tracks when you heard one of the other guys bring up your name.

“Y/N man? I don’t know why you hang out with that stuck up bitch all the time Hwang.” You were surprised his friends knew you spent time together at all.

“She’s not that bad man…” You smiled. So, Hyunjin had not only told his friends about you but was actually defending you too?

“Oh what is it Hwang? Does she have you by the balls? Never thought I’d see the day a bitch could get your nuts in a jar.” You heard Hyunjin scoff.

“She’s not a bitch...” Your heart swelled hearing him stick up for you again.

“She’s a good girl...”

“and good girls do the nastiest things.” And then your heart shattered.

“Every time she blows me it's like she’s trying to suck my soul out of my dick.” All of the guys laughed. You could feel your face getting red and tears prick your eyes as he continued.

“And the way she sticks out her tongue and opens up wide for my load just like I tell her to. Ugh. She swallows it every time! So eager! She annoys the hell out of me most of the time so if I’m spending time with her, it's because my dick is about to be inside her.” You couldn’t believe he would tell them the things you did together, that he would talk about you like that. You didn’t want to hear another word. You walked around the corner just as Hyunjin was about to speak again and his eyes locked with yours. The look on his face went blank, like a deer in headlights. When the rest of the guys turned to see what Hyunjin was looking at and saw you standing there they started snickering and tears started streaking your face.

“I didn’t realize I was annoying you; I won’t bother you anymore.” Your voice came out in a quiver. You could hear the burst of laughter coming from his friends as you turned to walk away, then running, not wanting to give Hyunjin the satisfaction of seeing you cry because of him.

“Don’t think she’ll be so eager to swallow anymore of those loads now Hwang!” One of the guys slapped Hyunjin on the back still laughing. Hyunjin shoved him away.

“Shut the fuck up shit head no one’s lining up to suck your dick either.” The guys laughed and Hyunjin took off the opposite direction pulling out his phone and immediately trying to call you. You knew you weren’t together; it was just an arrangement between you, you knew that. You didn’t even speak to each other outside of your meet ups. You didn’t want to taint his ‘bad boy’ image by approaching him in public and he certainly wasn’t going to risk anyone seeing him talking to a goodie two shoes like you. You knew. You knew he wasn’t your boyfriend but you didn’t think he was just using you either. You quickly ducked into a hidden alley nearby just wanting to be alone. You huddled down hugging your knees and cried. Your phone rang and dinged with calls and text notifications that went ignored. When you finally stopped crying and sat up it felt like a lot of time had passed in that alley but it had only been about twenty minutes. You looked at the missed calls and texts on your phone as it started to get dark outside.

You rolled your eyes, closed the text thread with Hyunjin and opened Chan’s texts that also had multiple notifications.

Missing that’s rich you thought to yourself.

You text back Chan first. He had been right about Hyunjin all along and he was worried and you just wanted him to come get you.

You opened your text thread with Hyunjin again and sent him the last words you ever wanted to say to him.

You put your phone away and huddled back down, resting your head on your knees again, and waited for Chan to show up. About ten minutes later when you finally heard footsteps approaching in the alley you stood up assuming Chan was there to collect you but when you looked up you were met with Hyunjin’s bright red hair practically glowing in the dark.

“Oh, fuck thank god!” He breathed out a sigh of relief having found you still not knowing Chan already had. You tensed up and backed away as he came towards you and he stopped. When he took another step, you put your hands up and he stopped again.

“Don’t.” You wanted your voice to sound firm but it was the furthest from that possible. Unsurprisingly he didn’t listen and came closer. You couldn’t stand it. You couldn’t stand him being near you after what you heard him say about you. You screamed at him and he stopped dead in his tracks.

“Get the fuck away from me Hyunjin! I mean it! I mean it! Stay the fuck away from me!” You were shouting and crying when Chan came running up the alley pushing past Hyunjin to you.

“What the fuck did you do?!” Chan spit his words at Hyunjin as you clung to him and he attempted to calm you down. Hyunjin was speechless. What HAD he done? Chan shook his head and rolled his eyes.

“Whatever, just go Hwang. I’ve got her.” Hyunjin wanted to argue. Wanted to tell Chan to fuck off and take you in his arms. Tell you he was an idiot for saying that stuff. He wanted to tell you all the things he whispered to you in your sleep but he was frozen in his spot. Chan guided you past him back down the alley towards his car. Hyunjin continued standing there, his heart wretched and it was his own stupid fault. Because being tough and heartless was supposed to be easier. Right? Hyunjin pulled and then ran his hands through his hair yelling at himself.

“FUCK!” Once Chan had you in the car he got in the driver’s seat and took off, tires chirping as he sped away.

“Okay Y/N what the fuck happened?” You turned away from him and looked out the window.

“You were right Chan, okay? You were right. He’s an asshole. Is that what you want to hear?” You sniffled and Chan sighed.

“Of course that’s not what I want Y/N. What did he do?” You shook your head trying to fight back more tears.

“He told...” You choked on your words and took a deep breath.

“He told his friends things... that we... that I did... with him and made fun of me with them. Said I was annoying and he only spent time with me to fuck me.” You sobbed and Chan let out a breath like he had just been punched in the gut. His ears went red as he fought the rage building inside him.

“That piece of fucking shit. I warned him.” His words came out through gritted teeth.

“I didn’t expect him to fall in love with me or anything but I thought he was at least a nice guy you know? That he would... I don’t know. I don’t know what I expected Chan. I’m so stupid.” Chan shook his head.

“No. You’re not baby girl.” You looked over at Chan with big tears in your eyes and he glanced away from the road for a second giving you a tight smile. He put his hand on your knee and gave you a reassuring squeeze before putting both hands on the wheel and focusing on the road again. Chan didn’t want to be right at all and after you and Hyunjin’s thing had been going on as long as it had Chan started to think maybe Hyunjin wasn’t as bad as he had thought at first and maybe he did actually have feelings for you. Now he knew better, knew he should have trusted his gut. When Chan pulled up in front of your dorm he parked, got out, opened your door, and walked you to the front of your building.

“Okay baby girl, I’ll be back.” He kissed you on your cheek and went to leave. You turned to him surprised.

“Wait aren’t you coming up? I don’t want to be alone right now Chris.” Chan turned back and smiled at you. He tucked some stray hair behind your ear.

“I’ll be right back, I’m just gonna go grab us something to eat.” He kissed your forehead and left and you went into your dorm. Chan was absolutely definitely going to get food. Right after he went and found Hyunjin again. Considering it was any night of the week on a collage campus he had a good idea where to find him. Chan pulled up to tonight’s frat party. He walked into the house weaving through the sea of people looking for the tell-tale red hair that would indicate that he’d found his target. When he went out into the backyard he finally spotted him. Hyunjin was standing with a few of his friends, red solo cup in hand. Chan charged Hyunjin and shoved him.

“What the FUCK is your problem?!” Chan shouted at him. Hyunjin stumbled and fell on his ass dropping his drink. Before he could say or do anything his friends grabbed Chan and hit him. It took a couple punches before Chan went down and then they started to kick him. Hyunjin got up and ran over to the group of guys pulling at them.

“STOP! STOP! It’s enough! Leave it and let him up!” The guys all stopped and stepped back behind Hyunjin. Chan stood up wincing and grabbed his side trying to take deep breaths. He looked at Hyunjin and spat a mouth full of blood on the ground in front of him.

“She didn’t deserve that and you know it. Just what the fuck is wrong with you?” Hyunjin didn’t know what to say. Chan shook his head and went to leave, walking around the side of the house. Hyunjin stood there for a minute and then ran after him.

“Is she okay?” He shouted after Chan. Chan stopped and closed his eyes in absolute disbelief.

“Is she okay? NO! Hyunjin she’s not o-fucking-kay! Just... stay the fuck away from her Hwang. I mean it.” Chan turned and left to get you the food he’d promised he was bringing back, trying to figure out how he was going to explain how he got beat up in the process. When you heard knocking at your door you knew Chan was back with dinner. You opened it and you were shocked to see the state he was in. He was covered in grass stains and scrapes with a fat lip and what looked like the start of a black eye.

“Christopher Jesus what happened?!” Chan shook his head and lifted the food ignoring your question.

“I hope beef with broccoli and egg rolls are okay.” He walked in, more like limped in, and set the food down before sitting down himself with a grunt.

“Christopher Bang, I don’t give a shit about egg rolls tell me what the fuck happened right now.” Chan looked at you and considered lying for one second. But Chan was a terrible liar so he abandoned the idea as quickly as it came and opted to bite the bullet and tell you the truth.

“Okay before you get mad just remember that I’m very protective of the people I care about and you know that.” Your eyes narrowed.

“Christo-” Chan interrupted you.

“Okay okay! I went to give Hyunjin a piece of my mind and perhaps things got a little physical.” You tilted Chan’s head inspecting his injuries.

“Hyunjin did this to you!?” You asked shocked and Chan quickly shook his head.

“No no, his buddies did. I shoved Hyunjin down and his friends all swarmed me.” You walked over to your freezer, grabbed an ice pack and walked back over putting it against Chan’s face and hugged him pulling his head against your stomach. He winced a little.

“Chan you shouldn’t have done that.” He nodded, his head pressed against your belly and he wrapped his arms around your waist. He knew it was stupid the moment his hands made contact with Hyunjin’s chest and he shoved him but he was so angry he couldn’t stop himself.

“I know I’m sorry Y/N.” You shook your head and went to grab the first aid kit in your bathroom.

“It’s okay Channie, I appreciate you sticking up for me and trying to defend my honor.” You gave him a sad smile and started cleaning up his scrapes.

“Let’s get you cleaned up and we’ll eat.” As you concentrated on Chan’s injuries, he watched your face trying to figure out if you were going to be alright or not. Usually, he was good at reading you but he honestly couldn’t tell so he just asked.

**Alternate ending starts here**

“Y/N... are you gonna be okay?” You looked down at Chan as you tossed away the antiseptic soaked cotton ball. You let out a heavy sigh and pushed Chan’s curls away from his face looking at his black eye again. How were you so lucky to have him in your life all these years? He was always there, trying to protect you, even from yourself and picking up the pieces when he couldn’t. Just like this time and just like always he was there.

“As long as I have you Channie, I’ll be alright.” You ran your hand down his cheek and leaned down to give him a peck on the lips. They were soft. Your hand rested against his strong jaw. You looked into his pretty brown eyes and they sparkled back at you. Chan was just about to ask if you were okay again when you leaned down and kissed him again, your lips lingering longer this time. Chan’s head tilted up and he sweetly kissed you back as he cupped your face. Your lips ghosted each other’s, both of you with your eyes still closed. Chan whispered against your lips.

“Y/N what are we doing?” You just shook your head and kissed him harder. You climbed into Chan’s lap and straddled him on the chair, his hands rested on your waist as you deepened the kiss. Your mouths opened and your lips and tongues softly teased. You threaded your fingers into Chan’s curls pulling him towards you wanting him closer and you moved against his crotch. It triggered his brain instantly and he pulled away.

“Fuck! No no no. This... we... we can’t.” Your face fell and Chan quickly elaborated.

“I want to! It’s not that I don’t want to Y/N! It’s just... we are not doing this tonight baby girl. A lot happened to you today, and you’re upset. It wouldn’t be right for me to. I don‘t want to do something you’ll reg-” You cut Chan off.

“I won’t regret it Christopher! I won’t.” You gripped his shirt and tried to pull him into another kiss and he stopped you. He tilted his head a little looking at you. Chan tucked your hair behind your ear and softly kissed your lips. You leaned into it wanting more but he pulled away.

“I don’t want you to do something you might regret so this isn’t happening tonight.” You went to protest again but Chan continued.

“BUT when things calm down, when you’re... okay. I’d like to come back around to this.” He kissed you again, his soft lips melting perfectly against yours and he pulled away again. Chan pointed down at the position you were both in.

“This isn’t happening tonight but were gonna eat beef with broccoli and watch movies together and cuddle on the couch and then I’m gonna go home tonight and I’ll see you tomorrow, just like every day.” A tear rolled down your cheek as you nodded and Chan gave you another soft quick kiss and wiped it away.

“Come on, let's eat.” You got off his lap and turned back to him quickly.

“Didn’t you say egg rolls?” You sniffled a little. Chan laughed and groaned in pain as he stood up grabbing the food.

“Yea baby girl there’s egg rolls.” Chan did exactly as he said he would. You both ate dinner, including egg rolls, and watched a couple movies. He let you curl into his side and you laid your head against him and even stole a kiss or two. It was around midnight when you walked him out. You stood outside your dorm building with him quietly for a minute before he broke the silence.

“You know if you need me...” Before Chan could finish his sentence you threw your arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. He was caught off guard at first but then wrapped his arms around you squeezing you tightly back. You pulled away and kissed him again as another tear made its way down your face. Chan looked into your eyes and pushed your hair away from your face before wiping your tears again, like he had so many times before wishing he could take the pain away for you.

“I know Channie.” He closed his eyes and kissed your forehead. Chan went to leave and your hold on his hand lingered both of your arms outstretched, you not wanting to let go. He turned back smiled at you.

“Call me when you wake up tomorrow.”

Hyunjin was crouched by some cars. He was just about to try and make a break to sneak in to your dorm building. He had to talk to you, he had to tell you he was sorry and how he really felt. He needed to lay it all out for you. Before he could, the door to your building opened and you and Chan walked out. He sunk down lower so that neither of you saw him. He felt guilty seeing Chan grass stained and hurt even if Chan had shoved him first. Hyunjin had deserved that and worse as far as he was concerned. You both stood there for a bit and then you suddenly hugged Chan. He hugged you back and Hyunjin hated seeing it even though he knew you were only friends. Then you kissed Chan and Hyunjin knew he had well and truly fucked up because Chan was the kind of guy you really deserved. One that wasn’t afraid to admit he cared, one that would stand up for you when someone wronged you, one that was kissing you goodbye at midnight not sneaking in to fuck you. He saw Chan kiss your forehead, your hands lingering and then watched him leave and you walked back inside your dorm building. Once Chan was gone and you were back inside Hyunjin left, no longer feeling as confident about confronting you as he had been.

The next few weeks you focused on your classes and school work and avoided Hyunjin at all costs. It wasn’t very hard. Even in a diverse campus like yours his bright red hair still stood out. Any time you saw the fiery red hair you went in the opposite direction as quickly as possible. You just had to get through these next few weeks, then it would be break and you would be home and you wouldn’t have to worry about seeing him for a while. So, you threw yourself into your work and had your usual study and movie nights with Chan with a little more kissing and cuddling than before. The few times Hyunjin worked up the nerve to try and talk to you he always found you with Chan, which wasn’t unusual but he just couldn’t confront you in front of him especially since Chan had told him to stay away and even more so since Hyunjin had seen you kiss him.

A few days into break with half of the school gone home including you, Hyunjin happened to over hear a friend of yours in the campus café say that your parents were having a party that weekend.

“She’s been kind of down the last few weeks and Chan can’t go so she’s gotta be there all alone...” Hyunjin suddenly had an idea. A way to finally tell you how he felt without Chan around and prove to you he could be the kind of guy you deserved too. He ran out the café doors and went to find the computer science nerd that had helped him fix his lap top that one time. When Hyunjin spotted him he ran up on him quickly.

“Hey! I need you to hack the school files and get me an address!” The computer guy jumped at first thinking it was some frat goon trying to mess with him before he realized it was Hyunjin.

“Jesus Hwang, you scared the shit out of me! What do you mean you need me to hack the school files for an address?” Hyunjin rolled his eyes.

“Can you do it or not.” The computer guy stiffened up.

“Of course I can but...” Hyunjin interrupted him by slapping money in his hand.

“Two hundred dollars if you get me the address, half now half after.” The computer nerd’s eyes went wide and he smiled.

“DEAL! What’s the name?” Hyunjin let out a sigh of relief.

“Y/L/N, Y/N Y/L/N text it to me once you have it, there’s something I need to do.” and Hyunjin took off again.

It was the day of the party and you were dreading it. Your parents always made you attend these things even though you absolutely hated them. It being day of, they stressed over every little detail and you had to help set up the rest of the decorations. After everything was done you went to your room, showered and got yourself ready. You put on your favorite pastel purple sun dress to try and feel better, it always made you feel pretty at least. It was gauzy, a little ruffled, lose in the skirt and hit you mid-thigh. It had a more fitted top that tied in the back with little gathered sleeves and a rounded neck line. It showed a little chest and back but was still tasteful and appropriate for the party. You slid on a pair of sandles, sprayed on the designer perfume your mother INSISTED on you wearing and went down stairs to help your parents greet guests that were starting to show up. The one good thing about these parties is your parents always made sure there was a stocked bar and you were old enough to drink, so you did. Once the party was in full swing and you had a few drinks in you it didn’t seem quite so bad. You were talking to an old high school friend and as long as you didn’t think about...

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” Either your drinks were laced with LSD or walking through the crowd of people in your backyard was Hyunjin. At least it was a guy that looked like Hyunjin. His signature red hair was black and instead of hanging carelessly in his face it was half tied back. Gone was the grungy band t-shirt and ripped skinny jeans, replaced by a black blazer, a white crew neck and slim cut black slacks. When Hyunjin saw you he stopped dead in his tracks. You looked amazing. Like a literal angel. Your hair, your dress, the way the sun had your cheeks a little red. You were gorgeous.

“Chan is gonna fucking kill him.” Your high school friend looked confused.

“Huh?” You shook your head.

“Sorry, excuse me just a minute.” You walked past your friend and straight up to Hyunjin. He was a little surprised. He kind of thought you would take off when you saw him, not approach him but you had those drinks in you and you were furious that he was crashing your parent’s party.

“What the hell are you doing here Hyunjin!” You spoke harshly but in a hushed tone so that you didn’t draw attention to yourselves. He tried to grab your hand and you snatched it away.

“I’m... I’m here to be the guy you need me to be.” You looked at him like you were cracking a safe.

“What?! What the fuck does that mean?” Hyunjin was flustered. You were upset and there were a lot more people around than he thought there would be and he was hoping to talk to you in at least semi-privacy. Before he could answer you noticed your mom making a b line over towards you and Hyunjin with one of her fakest smiles plastered on.

“Don’t say anything!” You hissed at him as your mom walked up.

“Honey... who is this handsome young man?” You rolled your eyes at your nosey mother.

“Mother this is Hyunjin a school friend of Chris’.” Your mother’s face lit up at the mention of Chan’s name.

“Oh wonderful, wonderful! Oh, look here comes Christopher now. Christopher darling!” So Chan had ended up being able to make it after all. Your mother called him over and you prayed he could control his temper when he saw Hyunjin here. Chan walked over looking absolutely amazing. Broad and beautiful in his short sleeved black button up tucked into his black slacks and a thin belt, his hair swept back out of his face. He walked up next to you putting his arm around your waist and giving you a kiss on the side of your head. Your mother cooed.

“Hyunjin isn’t it just wonderful these two FINALLY stopped with all their stubbornness and made things official?” Chan’s face stiffened and his arm tightened around you at the mention of Hyunjin’s name by your mother. Then he looked over and realized that Hyunjin was in fact who was standing on the other side of you. You shot your mom a hateful look.

“Mother.” She lifted her well-manicured hands and shook her head.

“Yes yes, I’ll leave you kids now. Pleasure to meet you Hyunjin.” Hyunjin bowed and your mother left you. When she was out of site Chan started to turn towards Hyunjin and you stopped him.

“Don’t. Not here please.” Chan glared at Hyunjin and you grabbed his face trying to make him look at you.

“Christopher, I will walk across that street and get your mother if I have to.” He looked at you and his expression finally softened.

“Are you okay?” He cupped your face and you leaned into the warmth of his hand as you smiled at him and nodded.

“I’m okay, are you?” You gave him a look and he shook his head.

“Okay. Will you go and deal with my parents while I finish this talk?” Chan glared over your shoulder at Hyunjin again and then looked back at you.

“I’ll be right over there if you need me baby girl.” You gave him a kiss and he left to distract your parents while you had your talk with Hyunjin. As soon as Chan had your dad laughing you grabbed Hyunjin by the wrist and pulled him into your house.

“What do you mean the guy I need you to be?” You didn’t waste time getting straight to the point again. Hyunjin took a deep breath and motioned towards the party, his appearance.

“I can do this; I can be this for you.” You shook your head still confused.

“Who asked you to?” Hyunjin tried to grab your hands again and you pulled them away again.

“I’m so sorry okay I’m so fucking sorry. I shouldn’t have told the guys those things; I shouldn’t have said any of those things about you. You don’t annoy me, all my memories with you are the best parts my life and I don’t mean the sex, which is great, amazing, the best in my life honestly, but I mean the real parts. Arguing about if pineapple goes on pizza and what k drama to watch, talking until we fall asleep and calming you down when you wake up from a nightmare. I miss all of those things with you. Just please give me another chance... you have to know how sorry I am, how much I love you Y/N.” Hyunjin looked at you his eyes full of desperation. Tears welled up in your eyes and fell as you shook your head.

“I just needed you to be you Hyunjin. Whoever that was. Red hair, black hair, jeans, blazers that stuff never mattered to me and you know that! As long as you cared, I just wanted you. Don’t you get it?!” Hyunjin’s mouth hung open unable to speak.

“No, just no. Hyunjin even if I could forgive you betraying me by telling your friends that, you still never treated me any way I deserved to be treated. You pretended like you didn’t know me in public, always sneaking around to see me and then only seeing me to fuck me. Then when I find out you actually told your friends you were seeing me it was only to tell them you were fucking me and talk about, what I thought was, our very personal sex lives! You are only sorry because you got caught Hyunjin and because you can’t have what you want!” You yelled and Hyunjin winced as your words smacked him in the face.

“Y/N...” You took a step away from him.

“NO Hyunjin! The day...” You choked trying to hold back more tears remembering how it felt when you heard him in the hall with his friends that day.

“The day you did that to me you BROKE my heart and Chris was there, like he ALWAYS has been, to pick it up and put it back together and then I realized the way he treats me... THAT is the way I deserve to be treated. Not like an embarrassing secret, not just a fuck for fun to gossip about with your buddies. Someone deserving of respect Hyunjin. You say you love me? You don’t know what love is Hyunjin, you certainly never showed any of it to me if you do. So, I’m glad that your memories with me are happy but they are the only ones you will ever have because I will never give you the chance to treat me like that again.” Hyunjin felt like he’d been kicked in the gut.

“Y/N... please...” He pleaded with you, tears streaming down his face. You walked over to your front door and opened it.

“I’m sorry but you need to leave Hyunjin.” He shook his head and went to go. He turned back to look at you one last time. The most beautiful girl he’d ever known and the only girl he loved. If only he had said the things he whispered to you in your sleep.

“For what it’s worth, I really am sorry Y/N...” You nodded and shut the door, no goodbye. You rested your head against the door frame and cried. As hard as it had been to say all and do all that, you knew you made the right choice. You deserve to be happy and all of the happiest memories YOU’VE had in your entire life have been with Chan and they always would be. You felt someone walking up behind you and you didn’t have to turn around to know it was Chan. You could smell his cologne as he got closer and it soothed you. He wrapped his arms around you from behind, nuzzled against your neck and placed a kiss on your shoulder.

“Are you okay?” You turned facing him making him put his arms back around you and rested your head against his chest.

“I am now.” You tilted your head up and kissed Chan. It started soft lips pressed together, then you weaved your hands through his hair and opening your mouth sucking his bottom lip between yours. Chan’s tongue teased you as he kissed you with a new hunger. His hands cupped your cheeks and he pulled you back so he could look at you.

“I love you Y/N. I always have and I always will.” He kissed you again his lips overtaking yours, his soft, plump, lips devouring you as they trailed down your neck.

“Christopher?” He stopped kissing you and ran his hands through your hair as he waited for you to say what it was you wanted say.

“Take me to bed Christopher. Make love to me.” You pulled him in and kissed him.

“Please...please Chris...” You begged him as you pressed your lips together with his. He didn’t know if he could fight the desire anymore, he didn’t know if he wanted to. He made you stop and look him in the eyes again. His beautiful endless brown eyes.

“Are you sure?” You nodded your eyes never leaving his.

“Yes. I love you Chris, I want you.” He grabbed your hand and lead you towards your bedroom, stealing kisses along the way. When you were finally in your room he shut your door and locked it before pulling you towards him. His arms tightly wrapped around you as he held you against his firm body and kissed you down your jaw and neck. You untucked his shirt and started working at the buttons as he nipped and suckled at the spots that made your knees weak. You pushed Chan’s shirt off exposing his chiseled torso and placing wet kisses across his pecs. You had seen Chan shirtless countless times in your life, you had always known he had a great body but touching it, tasting it, it was completely different, it was all new. Chan pulled you up and captured your lips again as he started untying the back of your dress, slowly sliding the sleeves down exposing your breasts. His breathing hitched and his ears went red. You giggled rubbing his ears.

“Your blushing Channie.” He knelt down sliding your dress down your legs and off of you. He looked up smiling at you.

“It's because I’m looking at the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, naked.” It was your turn to blush. Chan wrapped his arms around your hips and hugged you. He closed his eyes laying his head against your tummy and then kissed your soft skin just above the waist band of your panties. Chan hooked his fingers on the sides and his tongue trailed down your hip bones as he pulled your underwear off of you. He kissed his way back up your thighs and torso before claiming your lips yet again. Chan kissed you as he backed you towards your bed. When your legs hit the edge you sat down and started unbuttoning his pants Chan leaning down, still refusing to give up the taste of your mouth. You pushed his pants down and they pooled around his ankles. He stepped out of them and kicked them aside. Now suddenly with Chan standing in front of you in his tight black briefs, the outline of his erection visible through the material and your hands resting on his hips getting ready to strip him as bare as you were, now you were scared. What if he didn’t like what you did, what if it didn’t feel good for him, what if you did something that turned him off and ruined the moment, the relationship, your friendship, what if you ruin everything? Chan could see you in your head. He ran the back of his fingers down your face.

“What’s going on in that pretty head baby girl.” God, he could read you like a book.

“Just... what if you don’t like what I...” You couldn’t finish the thought.

“Or what if I ruin us?” Chan planted his hands on either side of your legs on the bed and leaned down to your level, his nose almost touching yours.

“Baby I know I’m gonna like whatever we do so don’t worry about that and as long as we love each other Y/N you can’t ruin us. Do you want to stop?” You shook your head. Chan nodded back and then pulled his briefs down and kicked them away. You bit your lips in anticipation when you saw Chan’s thick length. He took a step towards you and smoothed your hair down guiding you towards his cock. You braced yourself against his strong thighs and leaned down softly taking his tip into your mouth and swirling your tongue around it gently. Chan took a soft deep breath at the contact.

“Oh my god baby girl that feels so good.” You gently sucked and bobbed on just the head of his cock giving the sensitive spot on the bottom plenty of attention with your tongue. He was starting to pant the muscles of his belly sucking in and out with his breaths. You took more of him into your mouth and looked up at him. His head was tilted back and his eyes closed as he took quick breaths. He started to flood your mouth with precum, he tasted so sweet and then you remembered Chan’s favorite drink was pineapple juice and that’s what the taste of him reminded you of. His cheeks were flushed red and he was starting to form a few beads of sweat around his temples. When he looked down and saw you looking up at him with those big eyes and his dick sliding in and out of your warm wet mouth he thought he would blow.

“You’re so pretty. God you’re so pretty and you make me feel so good baby mmm you’re sucking me so fucking good.” You hummed at the sweet praise he was showering you with and suddenly Chan whimpered and pulled away his dick falling out of your mouth. You were a little startled and worried you had done something he didn’t like.

“FUCK! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I almost came. Oh fuck, oh my God!” He shivered and you smiled glad that you hadn’t done something wrong. Chan took a deep breath.

“Lay back on the bed for me baby girl.” You did as Chan said and slid back on the bed laying down. When you felt the warmth of his naked body on top of you and his erection pressing into you, it gave you goosebumps all over. He kissed you and then drug his lips down your jaw and neck. He continued traveling down your body sucking one of your nipples between his pouty lips and teasing it with his tongue. He squeezed your other breast before sucking that nipple into his mouth and grazing his teeth across it. You arched your back off the bed and Chan cradled your body in his hands as he left wet open mouth kisses down your abdomen. He stopped just over your aching pussy and then buried his face between your legs breathing you in before gently licking through your folds.

“Oh... Oh my god... Christopher!” Chan loved hearing you say his name like that. He sucked on your clit and hummed sending sweet vibrations through your core. Making you moan out more just like he wanted.

“Chr... fuck fu... Chris... mmmm baby mmmyes!” Chan pushed your legs up and apart, flattened his tongue and drug it from your asshole through your folds collecting all your juices before sucking your clit between those pouty fucking lips of his again. When he started flicking the tip of his tongue quickly over your clit while he slurped at your pussy it pushed you into your orgasm quickly.

“Coming! Fuck Christopher! Chris fuck coming, coming, I’m coming! Yes fuck! I’m coming baby.” Your legs shook and Chan gently ran his hands up and down your thighs as he placed one more kiss on your cunt. He climbed back up your body and kissed you.

“You taste so good baby girl, and you sound so pretty when you moan my name like that.” You smiled, your cheeks, chest and breasts all were flushed from your orgasm. Chan started placing soft kisses all over your face. Your cheeks and nose and pecked your lips. He slid your legs further apart with his knees and lined himself up with your soaked entrance and stopped.

“Y/N?” You looked into those brown puppy dog eyes of his.

“Just... I really do love you.” You ran your hand down the side of Chan’s face and kissed his lips softly.

“I know you do Christopher. I love you too.” Then Chan pushed into you finally. His head fell into the crook of your neck and he gasped as your warm tight walls surrounded him. You were so wet that he easily slid into you. He paused for a moment to regain his composure once he was buried in you. He kissed and lightly bit at your shoulder as he pulled out and pushed back into you a little harder. After a couple more slow drags of his cock in and out of you, he propped himself back up on his hands and started a quicker pace, rolling his hips against you as he thrusted harder.

“Oh my god baby girl your pussy is so soft and warm. Does my cock feel good baby? Am I making you feel good?” You held on to Chan’s biceps as he started fucking you faster and harder still rotating his hips hitting every delicious spot inside you.

“Yes, Christopher yes oh my god harder, please, fuck me harder!” Chan happily took your instruction and started pounding into you harder. The moans falling from your mouth were music to his ears and pushing him towards his climax just as fast as your tight hole was. The high-pitched way you screamed his name when you finally climaxed around his cock made him crazy.

“CHRISTOPHER YESYESYESYES FUCK ME CHRIS!” You throbbed and clenched around Chan’s cock as he lost himself fucking you harder and faster.

“Close... close... baby girl gonna cum... wher-” You cut him off practically screaming your answer.

“Inside! Cum... cum inside me Chris!” Chan went feral hearing you say that. His hips slammed into you.

“Oh inside? Baby girl wants it inside huh? You want me to make you a mommy? You wanna make me pretty babies?” Chan’s words alone sent you and you came out of nowhere a third time. You couldn’t even form words.

“Oh yea you like that don’t you! I can feel you clenching on my cock so hard baby. You wanna squeeze it out of me? You want my babies; I’ll give them to you pretty girl. Fuck fuck!” You nodded and started whispering in Chan’s ear as he chased his orgasm.

“Yes daddy, cum in me, give me your babies, fuck yes, cum in me daddy.” Chan let out the prettiest moan when he heard you call him that and then teased you.

“Say please?” He was sweating and grunting from the effort. You licked the sweat from his neck and moaned as you started lifting your hips to meet his punishing thrusts. You pressed your lips against the shell of Chan’s ear your voice coming out in breaths.

“Please daddy, please cum inside me, let me make you pretty babies, cute babies with your curls and your nose, please please daddy fill me up!” Chan moaned out and laid his sweaty forehead against your chest as he painted your insides with his seed fucking it deep into you.

“Fuck yes baby girl, oh god, that’s my sweet baby girl so good to me, you take my cum so well, fuck!” Chan emptied his cum inside you rolled off, fell on the bed and laid spread out next to you, trying to catch his breath. You crawled up and curled into his side and Chan wrapped his arms around you pulling you closer. He kissed and smiled against your forehead.

“You know the way you were talking about my nose and curls sounds, like you’ve thought about my babies before.” You pinched his tummy and he laughed.

“Seriously though, I’d love for you to have my babies one day.” You propped yourself up on Chan’s chest and smiled at him.

“One day. We will.” You laid back down in Chan’s embrace and traced the lines of his belly muscles while you rested your head on his chest and listened to his heart beat slowly return to normal. It all just felt so right. You and Hyunjin, you’d had an arrangement, but you and Chan, you had each other, you had love.

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crushedsweets · 2 years ago

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what silly socks do u think the creeps would wear

(only asking this cuz i have Freddy Fazbear socks on rn)

-🧷

oh my god anon ur a genius ok

tim and brian just wear basic hanes socks. brian would actively try to wear black ones, tim doesnt care. theyre all socks

tobys socks never fucking match. theyll be whole different lengths too. he doesnt care as long as they cover the ankles, finds it uncomfy if his ankles r out. brian got him a lot of joke-socks (weed socks, dog print, etc) so he'll cycle through those too

kates socks have holes in them sorry not sorry. probably just basic ankle socks for a while till tim buys her some hanes. LMFAO something 'sturdier' he says.. for the cold

clocky usually wears quarter ankle-mid calf socks cuz she's usually in boots and doesnt like the feeling of the leather just straight on her skin. no crazy patterns, prefers matching

beforehand, jack would wear socks with goofy patterns cuz his little siblings thought they were funny. it was kind of a running gag in his family that he was always wearing socks with a pattern. now he just wears whatever is comfortable...

sally only wears bobby socks. only

ben also wears bobby socks..... but NO FRILLS. NO FRILLS. just the cuff. it kinda came with the whole outfit..

nina loves knee high and thigh high socks. usually in tights of some sort too. stripes, stars, hearts, torn up, black, white, glittery. loves leg warmers too

jeff just wears whatever the hell he has but he also doesnt want pattern socks cuz he thinks he'll look like a pussy... LMFAO..... also mismatched a lot

jane wears thick tights most days, but enjoys a simple ankle sock . . . in black, of course

liu is also in basic hanes. nothing special at all

post-death ann doesnt have socks cuz the guy who killed her didnt put socks on her when dressing her up

lulu also doesnt have socks cuz she died w/o them

#asks #🧷 anon

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stingslikeabee · 1 year ago

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❛ you should not welcome monsters into your home. ❜

unscripted asks . always accepting

The long, tangled hair; the skin that used to be as perfect as alabaster prior to his return from the dead; the clothes that had been torn and stained here and there; and even the tip of the boots protecting his feet. Hikaru (no, Sephiroth) was covered in blood from head to toe, the crimson denouncing that whatever had tried to kill him failed (again). His return to the inn had not been through usual means - but rather using an open window to Melissa's own private chambers, leaving a trail of red footprints over the carpet and some of the furniture the man had crossed over.

When the madame did find him, it was nearly her bedtime - the brothel had been closing for the night, at long last, and Melissa had already changed into something comfortable and removed the make-up and heavy jewelry of working hours. The brunette looked smaller, more vulnerable but fundamentally more human - the flowery pattern of the kimono covering her arms and torso were more mundane than the luxurious designer gowns. Less of an imposing ruler of a fictitious land; more of an average woman on the verge of being defeated by exhaustion following a shift.

The reaction to his overall appearance had been understandable as well - a muffled scream, with Melissa only belatedly covering her mouth with both hands and eyes going wide, losing their usual warmth in favor of shock. Sephiroth looked like a ghost - tall and imposing against the sun that threatened to rise at the horizon, dripping crimson and with his weapon of choice sheathed but not far from skilled hands.

"You should not welcome monsters into your home."

His tone was soft - barely anyone would have heard him, particularly in a place with walls built to be sturdier and soundproof. And yet, Melissa noticed the stress over the word 'monsters' perfectly well - the judgement it carried; the guilty that was overflowing just as much as the evidence of violence committed elsewhere and away from her gaze. Inhaling deeply, the madame walked forward - and gone was the surprise at his appearance after the last time they had spoken.

All was well and her son had returned.

"You are no monster, Sephiroth," Melissa sighed, coming to stand as close as possible to him, and using a hand to gently move his head while the madame inspected the man for visible wounds. Curious fingers moved his clothes for the same purpose then, seeming to calm down once she realized that most of that mess was not of his own vital essence. The blood on her hands mattered not - the important thing was to care for him and see him cleaned, rested and fed.

Even if she was aware of his identity - even if Hikaru had been a dream - it didn't change how she felt about Sephiroth. Abused and discarded by Shinra, like so many others below the plate, Melissa did not think him the problem - his rage was justified; his motive was holy. It was the reason her windows were open and that she dirtied digits with the blood of others just to drag hair out of Sephiroth's face and smile sweetly at him.

"Holding those who hurt you accountable doesn't make you a monster. If you were to tell me that you would like to see Shinra burn, I would be at your side holding the torch," Melissa replied with the same tone that Sephiroth had used earlier: calm, even sweet and caring. Not unlike the tune of a lullaby for a child, without a shred of judgement for his actions (or hers).

A mother's love was strong and often blind to faults, after all.

"Come - let's get you washed and into something clean. Then we will have a proper meal - when was the last time you ate anything decent? You look so pale and thin," the woman fussed over the ex-SOLDIER, helping him discard the weapon and the larger coat with a dismissive hand - she didn't mind the blood, the stains, whatever grotesque scene had been left topside in the wake of his presence.

Melissa only cared about her boy and what his heart desired.

#saishuu-heiki #saishuuheiki #v: the Evil Queen #replied #blood tw #I swear this looked like a meme #and then I couldn't find the original post #ANYWAY HI HELLO I MISSED YOUR SON #or rather ~our son~#*insert communist Bugs Bunny meme here*

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Task 004: Claire Stuart's Wardrobe

How important is fashion and staying current trends to your character?

Not at all important. Claire marches to the beat of her own drum, and that is indicated by the way that she dresses. While the style of the century is more stiff fabrics, bigger skirts, and tighter bodices, Claire's wardrobe has inspirations from Celtic and Elvish styles.

What colors does your character typically wear? Why do they choose that particular color?

Green is perhaps her biggest motif, representative of the Earth at its absolute healthiest. She will also play with other softer natural colors found in florals like white and accents of pink.

Does your character like to wear a lot of embellishments? Or do they keep it more simple?

Claire's dresses are always adorned with some kind of floral embroidery or 3D floral embellishment, as she has such a deep connection to nature. The idea is that nature is very much as one with her as she is one with it.

What does your character wear when they go to balls and social gatherings?

For fancy parties or balls, Claire deviates away from the greens and gravitates more to the pink and white tones and will also pile on the accessories a bit more, like bigger earrings, necklaces, gloves, and a choker style necklace.

What does your character wear in their day-to-day life?

While the fashion trends of the era are more about solid, sturdier fabrics and tighter bodices, Claire wears flowier, more translucent fabrics that move with the wind and allow her to move a bit more freely about the world. Typically, her sleeves are also tight down to her elbows and flow out either down to the ground or just to her wrists, depending on the occassion.

How does your character style their hair?

She switches it up from up and down depending on how busy she is. When she is most relaxed and care-free, her hair is down with braids scattered throughout. When she's busy, determined, stressed, angry, etc. her hair is up and tight with braids interwoven. When she is focused, yet solemn, her hair is pulled back into a simple braid. She also does like to wear real flowers in her hair as much as possible, but it is important to take note of what kind of flower she wears.

What shoes does your character usually wear?

Lace up boots that are embroidered with flowers and ivy with a little heel. She likes structure amidst the natural world and it also keeps the dirt from outside getting into her toes.

Does your character like to wear jewelry or any other accessories?

If she ever does wear earrings, they are very small and simple. The only necklace she wears is a chain that reaches beneath her neckline that has her departed husband, James's, wedding ring.

What does your character wear to sleep?

A white cotton nightgown, something very basic and simple that allows her body to move freely when she tosses and turns.

#muse; 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐭 #task; 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐭 #theopulent.task004

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For the Wholesome OC asks

What is the song you most associate to them?

And

What is an item of clothing/an accessory that completes them/makes them feel safe?

For OC of your choice!

-thethistlegirlwrites

Oh, thank you for asking! I love a music question c:

(Wholesome OC Asks)

What is an item of clothing/an accessory that completes them/makes them feel safe?

I'll do Arianwen, since she's easiest. For a great deal of the story, her mother's boots are the dearest belonging of hers. She wears them for a long time after it's clear that there are more armored versions available to her. When she finally switches to something sturdier, she still cleans them frequently.

After Zevran gives her his earring, that's the thing that grounds her. She almost never takes it off, especially when he's away. It a piece of him to hold onto even when she can't hold him.

What is the song you most associate to them?

I'm putting this under the cut because I chose one song each for a couple of OCs. I was having trouble choosing c:

Wen: "Trigger Finger" by Coyote Kid

"Blood stain on the kitchen knife/It wasn't made for this, but I know how to improvise/To stay alive/It's not my time to die/You've got the guts, kid, but/Is that enough to turn this around?"

Maria: "Good Grief" by Dessa

"This time my best wasn't good enough/ Well, fuck, usually it is/ And the air got a little rough/ Took out the fuselage, the engine, and both wings/ But I'm willing to work for this/ Just show me where to dig/ And I'm ready to hurt for this/ I know exactly what this is/ good grief"

Salshira: "Mean It" by K.Flay

"So when I say I love you I want to mean it/ Cause I say a lot of things that I don't mean/ And when I say I want to I want to mean it/ Cause I know not to say yes to just anything"

Tav: "How" by Marcus Mumford and Brandi Carlile

"I hope your memory is less vivid than mine/ And is free from that awful maple light/ I have to say I still wish you had just done it in the dark/ So the pictures didn't burn so bright/ But I forgive you now, release you from all the blame I know how/ And I'll forgive you now/ as if saying the words will help me know how"

#ask response #oc ask response #ask game response #arianwen tabris #maria hawke #salshira lavellan #tav tag

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How they feel: Cloudlike, really. A memory foam insole, padded collar, cushioned mesh tongue—all of these elements contribute to a soft, supportive feeling on the foot, whether you’re wearing them for sport or fashion. Flaws but not dealbreakers: It’s a good thing the memory foam insole is removable, because some reviewers don’t find it to be up to snuff if you stand for long periods of time. At least this shoe is cheap, so it might be a good idea to invest in a solid insole. Sizes Available: 6.5-16, X-wide available | Colors available: 14 | Fit: Standard, wide | Material: Leather and synthetic | Height added: 2 inches Why it’s Great: Everyone needs a solid loafer in their closet. Fortunately, Prada makes a gorgeous chunky pair that’s right on trend. It has a modernist maxi sole in a timeless silhouette, bearing that iconic metal triangle logo, of course. I like that they aren’t too polished, either, with a brushed leather finish that keeps them from looking overly shiny. 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The slide has a round toe profile with an attached metal bar slide and is very comfortable to wear. Flaws but not dealbreakers: It is a slide after all, and doesn’t exactly cling to the foot. If you’re in need of a more secure, sportier option, I love the Y-3 Rivalry sandals from Adidas. Sizes Available: 39-45.5 (IT) | Colors available: 2 | Fit: Standard | Material: Rubber | Height added: Not listed skechers / Instagram What To Look For In Shoes That Make You Taller Height added When looking for shoes that make you taller, 2-3 inches is an ideal height. Anything shorter, and you’re not getting much benefit. However, if you go too tall, you’ll look like you’re trying too hard. Most of the shoes on this list are between 1 ½ and 3 inches tall. Style By now, you’re probably getting that chunky-soled shoes are popular right now, which is like music to the ears of short guys looking to slip in a few extra inches of height. The best chunky styles are sneakers, loafers, boots, and sandals, but the list can go on. As long as you’re true to your own unique style, you can ‘chunk it up.’ Occasion If you want to appear taller, you can’t just throw on any tall shoe, you’ve got to dress for the occasion. Try a chunky loafer for work, an athleisure sneaker for social time, and a sandal for summer events. Bottom line: make sure your shoes that make you taller match the environment you’re in. How We Chose Our selection process for identifying the best shoes that can make you taller is meticulous and based on several key factors to ensure both style and functionality. Rachel Cascella, with extensive experience in fashion journalism, leverages her expertise to curate these recommendations. We analyze reviews from fashion experts and real user experiences to gauge comfort, style, and effectiveness. Only shoes that add a significant boost in height, typically between 1.5 to 3 inches, make the cut. We prioritize brands known for quality and innovation, ensuring each recommendation is durable and fashionable. Lastly, we select shoes that complement various outfits and occasions, from casual sneakers to formal loafers. Rachel has previously covered related topics, such as stylish men’s sneakers and best winter boots, providing a comprehensive understanding of the footwear market. Why you should trust us As a fashion and grooming writer at Fashionbeans, it’s my job (and my passion) to bring you the best of the best, especially when it comes to shoes that make you look taller. I use my years of expertise in the fashion industry to inform all of my decisions, and couple it with countless hours of research to narrow any list down to the top picks available on the market. I make sure there is a shoe for every dude, no matter what. docscollector / Instagram Final Verdict In your search for shoes that make you look taller, look for soles that are 2-3 inches tall for discrete height. Ultimately, the shoes should make you taller, but they should also be comfortable and relatively on trend, much like New Balance Made in Usa 990v6 sneakers. These shoes are wildly supportive, super chunky, and versatile. A running shoe with plenty of style. FAQ Most sneakers add around 1 inch of height, but the best shoes that make you taller should add 1 ½ to 3 inches to your frame. These days, all types of shoes can make you taller, but sneaker brands are the easiest to sneak in height because they’re subtle and trendy. Look for New Balance or Nike. If you’re into boots, Dr. Martens makes plenty of chunkers. To avoid looking clownish, aim for 1 ½ to 3 inches of height for your elevator shoes. Rachel Cascella is an in-house writer at Fashion Beans with 14 years of experience in the fashion industry, balancing her knowledge of cutting-edge trends with a penchant for truly timeless style. Source link

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gnabnahc317cb97 · 8 months ago

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An Arrangement

Bad boy!Hyunjin x female reader

Word count: 9.3k (I am so sorry)

Warnings: MDNI 18+ ONLY Stong language/cursing, Hyunjin comes on to MC STRONGLY, fuck buddies, oral (m&f receiving), unprotected PIV sex (please use your head and wrap it up), semi-public sex, dirty talk, pet names (good girl, baby etc), cum eating, a little rough sex, a little spanking, little hair pulling, squirting, cream pie, breeding kink, overstimulation. I think that is everything as always if I missed something please let me know so I can add it to the warnings.

“I asked if you were okay?” You swallowed hard and shook your head as blush crept up your neck and face. He leaned in closer pressing his pouty lips against the shell of your ear.

“Good, wouldn’t want anything to happen to such a nice...” Hyunjin gripped your ass cheek harder, fingers dangerously close to gripping flesh and not fabric, making you gasp.

One day when you were studying in the library for midterms you were walking up and down rows of shelves looking for a specific book and suddenly you were grabbed from behind and pulled into the back utility closet. You went to scream and a big hand clamped around your mouth as familiar pouty lips were pressed against your ear.

“No need to scream now it’s just me good girl.” Once you realized it was Hyunjin and relaxed he let go of you and you spun around. You slapped and hit him and yelled.

“Mmm I like the way my name sounds in your mouth good girl.” You had enough. You couldn’t take his teasing anymore. You wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine.

“Tell me you want this. Tell me you want me good girl.” You laid your head back against his shoulder and grabbed a handful of his hair as you pushed yourself onto his cock.

“God, I want you. Please Hyunjin I want you.” He groaned as he pushed and sunk further into you.

“Oh Y/N that will definitely be happening again.” Hyunjin laughed to himself breathless.

That was how your arrangement with him started. At first you would meet up in empty class rooms, closets, any little hide away you could find and fuck, that’s it. No conversation, no how was your day, just raw lust. Fuck, cum, go your separate ways like you didn’t even know each other. It had been going on for a couple of weeks when you finally fessed up to your best friend Chan about it. He was getting suspicious of your absences between classes when normally you’d be meeting him for lunch or study sessions and he was less than enthusiastic when you told him the reason why you had been absent.

“That guy is a dick, you should steer clear of him baby girl he’ll just end up hurting you.” You rolled your eyes at your friend and pinched his cheek playfully.

“Y/N man? I don’t know why you hang out with that stuck up bitch all the time Hwang.” You were surprised his friends knew you spent time together at all.

“She’s not that bad man…” You smiled. So, Hyunjin had not only told his friends about you but was actually defending you too?

“Oh what is it Hwang? Does she have you by the balls? Never thought I’d see the day a bitch could get your nuts in a jar.” You heard Hyunjin scoff.

“She’s not a bitch...” Your heart swelled hearing him stick up for you again.

“She’s a good girl...”

“and good girls do the nastiest things.” And then your heart shattered.

“Every time she blows me it's like she’s trying to suck my soul out of my dick.” All of the guys laughed. You could feel your face getting red and tears prick your eyes as he continued.

“Don’t think she’ll be so eager to swallow anymore of those loads now Hwang!” One of the guys slapped Hyunjin on the back still laughing. Hyunjin shoved him away.

You rolled your eyes, closed the text thread with Hyunjin and opened Chan’s texts that also had multiple notifications.

Missing that’s rich you thought to yourself.

You text back Chan first. He had been right about Hyunjin all along and he was worried and you just wanted him to come get you.

You opened your text thread with Hyunjin again and sent him the only words you had to say to him.

“Oh, fuck thank god!” He breathed out a sigh of relief having found you not knowing Chan already had. You tensed up and backed away as he came towards you and he stopped. When he took another step, you put your hands up and he stopped again.

“Get the fuck away from me Hyunjin! I mean it! I mean it! Stay the fuck away from me!” You were shouting and crying when Chan came running up the alley pushing past Hyunjin to you.

“FUCK!” Once Chan had you in the car he got in the driver’s seat and took off, tires chirping as he sped away.

“Okay Y/N what the fuck happened?” You turned away from him and looked out the window.

“You were right Chan, okay? You were right. He’s an asshole. Is that what you want to hear?” You sniffled and Chan sighed.

“Of course that’s not what I want Y/N. What did he do?” You shook your head trying to fight back more tears.

“He told...” You choked on your words and took a deep breath.

“That piece of fucking shit. I warned him.” His words came out through gritted teeth.

“No. You’re not baby girl.” You looked over at Chan with big tears in your eyes and he glanced away from the road for a second giving you a tight smile. He put his hand on your knee and gave you a reassuring squeeze before putting both hands on the wheel and focusing on the road again. Chan didn’t want to be right at all and after you and Hyunjin’s thing had been going on as long as it had Chan started to think maybe Hyunjin wasn’t as bad as he’d thought at first and maybe he did actually have feelings for you. Now he knew better, knew he should have trusted his gut. When Chan pulled up in front of your dorm he parked, got out, opened your door, and walked you to the front of your building.

“Okay baby girl, I’ll be back.” He kissed you on your cheek and went to leave. You turned to him surprised.

“Wait aren’t you coming up? I don’t want to be alone right now Chris.” Chan turned back and smiled at you. He tucked some stray hair behind your ear.

“I’ll be right back, I’m just gonna go grab us something to eat.” He kissed your forehead and left and you went into your dorm.

Chan was absolutely definitely going to get food. Right after he went and found Hyunjin again. Considering it was any night of the week on a collage campus he had a good idea where to find him. Chan pulled up to tonight’s frat party. He walked into the house weaving through the sea of people looking for the tell-tale red hair that would indicate that he’d found his target. When he went out into the backyard he finally spotted him. Hyunjin was standing with a few of his friends, red solo cup in hand. Chan charged Hyunjin and shoved him.

“Is she okay?” He shouted after Chan. Chan stopped and closed his eyes in absolute disbelief.

“Christopher Jesus what happened?!” Chan shook his head and lifted the food ignoring your question.

“I hope beef with broccoli and egg rolls are okay.” He walked in, more like limped in, and set the food down before sitting down himself with a grunt.

“Okay before you get mad just remember that I’m very protective of the people I care about and you know that.” Your eyes narrowed.

“Christo-” Chan interrupted you.

“Okay okay! I went to give Hyunjin a piece of my mind and perhaps things got a little physical.” You tilted Chan’s head inspecting his injuries.

“Hyunjin did this to you!?” You asked shocked and Chan quickly shook his head.

“Chan you shouldn’t have done that.” He nodded his head pressed against your belly and wrapped his arms around your waist. He knew it was stupid the moment his hands made contact with Hyunjin’s chest and he shoved him but he was so angry he couldn’t stop himself.

“I know I’m sorry Y/N.” You shook your head and went to grab the first aid kit in your bathroom.

“It’s okay Channie, I appreciate you sticking up for me and trying to defend my honor.” You gave him a sad smile and started cleaning up his scrapes.

“Let’s get you cleaned up and we’ll eat.” As you concentrated on Chan’s injuries, he watched your face trying to figure out if you were going to be alright or not. Usually, he’s good at reading you but he honestly couldn’t tell so he just asked.

“Y/N... are you gonna be okay?” You looked down at Chan as you tossed away the antiseptic soaked cotton ball. You let out a heavy sigh.

“So! Beef with broccoli you said?” Chan took the hint and dropped it for the time being but he wasn’t going to let it go forever.

“And egg rolls.” He said handing the bag over to you. You and Chan had dinner and watched a couple movies in silence which you were thankful for. Chan was your oldest and best friend for many reasons and picking up on when to drop a subject instead of pushing you was one of the things you loved about him. It was around midnight when you walked Chan out. You stood outside the door of your dorm building with him quietly for a minute before he broke the silence.

“You know if you need me...” Before Chan could finish his sentence you threw your arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. He was caught off guard at first but then wrapped his arms around you squeezing you tightly back. You pulled away and gave him a quick peck on the lips, tears had quietly run down your face. Chan pushed your hair out of your face and wiped a tear away wishing he could take the pain away for you.

“I know Channie.” He closed his eyes and kissed your forehead.

“Call me tomorrow.”

Hyunjin was crouched by some cars. He was just about to try and make a break to sneak in to your dorm building. He had to talk to you, he had to tell you he was sorry and how he really felt. He needed to lay it all out for you. Before he could, the door to your building opened and you and Chan walked out. He sunk down lower so that neither of you saw him. He felt guilty seeing Chan grass stained and hurt even if Chan had shoved him first. Hyunjin had deserved that and worse as far as he was concerned. You both stood there for a bit and then you suddenly hugged Chan. He hugged you back and Hyunjin hated seeing it even though he knew you were only friends. Then you kissed Chan and Hyunjin knew he had well and truly fucked up because Chan was the kind of guy you really deserved. One that wasn’t afraid to admit he cared, one that would stand up for you when someone wronged you, one that was kissing you goodbye at midnight not sneaking in to fuck you. He saw Chan kiss your forehead and then leave and you walked back inside your dorm building. Once Chan was gone and you were back inside Hyunjin left no longer feeling as confident about confronting you as he had been.

The next few weeks you focused on your classes and school work and avoided Hyunjin at all costs. It wasn’t very hard. Even in a diverse campus like yours his bright red hair still stood out. Any time you saw the fiery red hair you went in the opposite direction as quickly as possible. You just had to get through these next few weeks, then it would be break and you would be home and you wouldn’t have to worry about seeing him for a while. So, you threw yourself into your work and had your usual study and movie nights with Chan to pass the time. The few times Hyunjin worked up the nerve to talk to you he always found you with Chan which wasn’t unusual but he just couldn’t confront you in front of him especially since Chan had told him to stay away and even more so since he had seen you kiss him.

A few days into break with half of the school gone home Hyunjin finally ran into Chan at one of the campus cafes for the first time since the frat party fight. Unable to avoid him this time Hyunjin walked up to the line behind Chan. Chan rolled his eyes when he saw him. After standing there in silence a minute Chan couldn’t take it. He couldn’t just act like nothing happened.

“You know you’re an idiot. She might not have ever admitted it and probably never will but she was crazy about you Hwang and you did one of the most awful things you could do to her.” Hyunjin didn’t argue with Chan, he just shook his head in agreement.

“Your right I fucked up. I fucked up and hurt the one girl I've probably ever loved and lost her. You are the type of guy she needs, not me, and you guys are together now so...” Chan looked at Hyunjin like he was speaking a foreign language.

“We’re what now?” Hyunjin looked at Chan and cocked his eyebrow.

“You guys are together now.” Chan shook his head.

“Uhh. No. Never in a million years.” Hyunjin rolled his eyes.

“You don’t have to lie. I saw you guys kissing.” Now Chan was VERY confused.

“When?!” Hyunjin pushed his fingers into his eyes not wanting to picture the memory while talking about it.

“That night, after the party, in front of her dorm.” Then Chan realized what he was talking about.

“No... dude. Ugh. That was just... me and Y/N have done that since we were like toddlers. That’s not... we’re not. It doesn’t mean anything. Hyunjin me and Y/N are and will only ever be friends. Wait... why were you there in the first place?” Hyunjin ran his hands through his hair pushing it out of his face frustrated.

“I was gonna beg her for forgiveness, tell her how I really feel. I was gonna throw myself at her feet and hope for mercy even though I don’t deserve it for what I did to her.” Chan let out a long, exasperated, sigh. He couldn’t believe he was about to say what he was going to say.

“Hwang... ugh. Hyunjin. She doesn’t need a guy like me, she’s always had me and we’re just friends. She just needs you to be the type of guy she needs. Stop trying to be such a fucking hard ass and go tell her what you just told me.” Hyunjin looked at Chan shocked.

“Wha- but how? She’s gone and she’s blocked me on everything!” Chan shook his head.

“We grew up together Hyunjin! I lived across the street. My mom said Y/N’s parents are having a party today. I’ll give you the address just don’t make me regret doing this!” Hyunjin could barely contain himself. He started running towards the nearest exit.

“Text it to me! There’s something I gotta do first!” He shouted back at Chan before bursting out the door. Chan considered warning you for a moment. Just so you weren’t completely blindsided. Chan pulled out his phone and texted your parent’s address to Hyunjin and then pulled up your text thread.

Chan gritted his teeth raising his eyebrows as he put his phone away.

"Yikes!" ‘She wouldn’t REALLY tell my mom about my porn... right?’ Chan hoped things went well so this didn’t bite him in the ass later for multiple reasons now.

When Chan stopped replying to your texts you considered actually going across the street to his mom’s house and telling her where his porn was but you didn’t for two reasons. One your parents were having another ‘fancy backyard party’ and you had to help finish setting up and two you didn’t really want to talk to Chan’s mom about porn in any context especially not with her son involved in the topic. So you tried to ignore the ominous feeling Chan’s foreboding I love you text gave you and helped set up the rest of the party decorations.

After everything was set up you went to your room, showered and got ready. You put on your favorite pastel purple sun dress to try and feel better, it always made you feel pretty. It was gauzy, a little ruffled, lose in the skirt and hit you mid-thigh. It had a more fitted top that tied in the back with little gathered sleeve and a rounded neck line. It showed a little chest and back but was still tasteful and appropriate for the party. You slid on a pair of sandles, sprayed on the designer perfume your mother INSISTED on you wearing and went down stairs to help your parents greet guests that were starting to show up. The one good thing about these parties is your parents always made sure there was a stocked bar and you were old enough to drink. Once the party was in full swing and you had a few drinks in you it didn’t seem quite so bad. You were talking to an old high school friend and as long as you didn’t think about...

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” Either your drinks were laced with LSD or walking through the crowd of people in your backyard was Hyunjin. At least a it was a guy that looked like Hyunjin. His signature red hair was dyed black and instead of hanging carelessly in his face was half tied back. Gone was the grungy band t-shirt and ripped skinny jeans, replaced by a blue blazer, a white button up with the top two buttons unfastened, a lose black tie and fitted black slacks. When Hyunjin saw you he stopped dead in his tracks. You looked amazing. Like a literal angel. Your hair, your dress, the way the sun had your cheeks a little red. You were gorgeous.

“I’m gonna fucking kill Chan.” Your high school friend, who you now remembered crushed hard on Chan, started looking around trying to spot him.

“What? Is Chan here? I didn’t think he was coming.” You shook your head.

“No sorry he isn’t, excuse me just a minute.” You walked past your friend and straight up to Hyunjin. He was a little surprised he kind of thought you’d take off when you saw him not approach him but you had those drinks in you and you were furious that he was crashing your parents party.

“What the hell are you doing here Hyunjin!” You spoke harshly but in a hushed tone so that you didn’t draw attention to yourselves. He tried to grab your hand and you snatched it away.

“I’m... I’m here to be the guy you need me to be.” You looked at him like you were cracking a safe.

“What?! What does that mean?” Hyunjin was flustered there were a lot more people around then he thought there would be and he was hoping to talk to you in at least semi-privacy. Before he could answer you noticed your mom making a b line over towards you and Hyunjin with one of her fakest smiles plastered on.

“Don’t say anything!” You hissed at him as your mom walked up.

“Honey... who is this handsome young man?” You rolled your eyes as she all but forced you two a little closer together.

“This is Hyunjin mother, a FRIEND from school.” Your mother gave you the intrigued hum.

“A BOYfriend?” You shook your head.

“NO mother. JUST a friend.” She looked him up and down and then you got the disappointed hum.

“A shame dear, he’s very pretty, perhaps reconsider?” She pinched his cheek and you let out an irritated huff.

“Mother.” She lifted her well-manicured hands and shook her head.

“Yes yes, I’ll leave you now. Pleasure to meet you Hyunjin.” Hyunjin bowed and your mother left you. When she was out of site you grabbed Hyunjin by the wrist and pulled him into your house.

“What do you mean the guy I need you to be?” You didn’t waste time getting straight to the point again. Hyunjin took a deep breath and motioned towards the party, his appearance.

“I can do this, I can be this for you.” You shook your head still confused.

“I’m so sorry okay I’m so fucking sorry. I shouldn’t have told them those things; I shouldn’t have said any of those things about you. You don’t annoy me, my memories with you are the best parts my life and I don’t mean the sex, which is great, amazing, the best in my life honestly, but I mean the real parts. Arguing about if pineapple goes on pizza and what k drama to watch, talking until we fall asleep and calming you down when you wake up from a nightmare. I miss all of those things with you. I understand if you can’t forgive me but I just... I... you have to know how sorry I am and how much I love you Y/N.” Hyunjin’s head sank into his hands and he gently pulled at his hair trying to stop his tears but failing. You pulled his hands away and he looked up at you with tears welled in his eyes, surprised you were even near him let alone touching him.

“I just need you to be you Hyunjin. Whoever and however that is. Red hair, black hair, jeans, blazers that stuff doesn’t matter to me, I just wanted you. Don’t you get it?” Hyunjin shook his head in disbelief.

“No, I don’t. How could you possibly want me, what’s so special about me that I get you?” You pushed his hair away from his beautiful face as his tears trailed down his cheeks.

“Everything Hyunjin.” You kissed him. You kissed him with your eyes closed so tight. You kissed him like it was your first kiss and your last kiss. He pulled you close and kissed you back, his full lips pillowy soft against yours. Suddenly you pushed Hyunjin up against the wall and started trailing kisses down his jaw and neck, loosening his tie further. He gently cupped your ass while you pushed your body against him, dragging your teeth across his collar bone after getting his tie removed.

The feeling sent electricity through Hyunjin’s whole body and he started to lose control. He turned you and pressed you against the wall lifting your legs and making you lock them around his waist. When he pushed his growing hard on against your already wet panties you both let out moans. He started kissing your chest and grinding into you as you held on to his hair and panted against him. You both heard a loud sound come from the back door and you stopped, your legs still wrapped around Hyunjin. When you knew no one was coming in you both let out a sigh of relief and kissed again.

“We shouldn’t do this here Hyunjin.” Your words came out against Hyunjin’s lips and he shook his head. You were right. It was your parent’s house and you were just talking things out and...

“Take me to my bedroom.” You kissed him after you said it and Hyunjin pulled back surprised by you yet again.

“Are you sure? I mean, it’s your parent’s house and I... we don’t have to... it’s just I get if you want to wait...” You cut Hyunjin off by kissing him again.

“Do you want to wait?”

“Fuck no.” He answered immediately and you smiled.

“Then why are we still here Hwang?” You unlocked your legs from around him and pulled him towards the stairs to your room. Once you were in your room you slammed the door closed and locked it before turning around and immediately being devoured by Hyunjin’s lips and hands. You jumped up and he did his best to catch you but stumbled back and luckily fell on to your bed you landing on top of him.

“Damn baby!” You laughed and pushed off his blazer before working on the buttons of this shirt.

“Sorry, I missed you.” Hyunjin’s heart swelled hearing you say that he pulled you down and kissed you again as you slid your hands over his shoulders removing his shirt. Once his torso was bare you ran your hands over every inch of skin you could touch. Every time your fingers dragged across Hyunjin’s skin he got goosebumps.

“I missed you too baby. Missed you so fuckin much.” Hyunjin flipped you so that you were under him now. He ran his hands down your body and then pushed the skirt of your dress up exposing the wet patch on your panties. He buried his face in your clothed pussy and breathed you in before pushing a kiss against the wet spot. He hooked his fingers in the waist band of your underwear and pulled them off, tossing them over his shoulder. Hyunjin spread your pussy lips and licked softly from your entrance to your clit. His lips wrapped around your clit and he gently sucked on it while teasing it with his tongue and you arched your back off the bed.

“FUCK! Hyunjin yes! Oh my god yes!” Hyunjin hummed at your praise and it sent delicious vibrations through your cunt making you flush with arousal. He pulled you towards the end of the bed your legs hanging over now, your feet on the ground. You laid back as Hyunjin continued his ministrations pushing a finger inside you, pumping it in and out, getting it good and coated with your juices.

“God baby you’re so wet. Is this all for me beautiful?” You nodded as he added another finger and continued to suck on your pussy hungrily. When Hyunjin felt you tense after his fingers brushed that spot inside you he started finger fucking you hard hitting it over and over as he sucked and slurped at your clit.

“Fuck... Hyu....Jin... I’m... its... I’ve never...felt...FUCK!!!” Hyunjin’s fingers kept ramming into your cunt as you started to squirt all over his face. He took long languid licks up your entire pussy through your aftershocks drinking in as much of you as possible.

“Fuuuck you’re such a good girl squirting for me like that baby. God damn!” You shook and laughed hysterically as you came down from the out of body experience you just had. You sat up on the edge of the bed and pulled Hyunjin in for another kiss. You couldn’t not kiss his pouty lips especially after how good they just made you feel. Hyunjin untied the back of your dress and slid it down your body placing kisses down your neck and breasts. Once you were completely naked for him you slid back in your bed and laid down waiting for him. He took his pants and boxers off and climbed in the bed over you. He slid one hand up your thigh lifting and spreading one of your legs for him. Just before he sank into you he stopped and looked at you blushing and panting in anticipation under him.

“Tell me you want this baby, tell me you want me.” You pushed his hair out of his beautiful face again and pulled him down to kiss you.

“I want you Hyunjin,” you kissed him again.

“Just you,” and again.

“Only you. Make love to me Hyunjin.” When Hyunjin pushed into your warm wet sex he almost lost his mind. You always felt perfect, like you were made for each other. Once he was completely inside you he buried his face in the crook of your neck and shoulder and stopped, afraid if he moved he’d cum immediately. You ran your fingers through his hair and kissed the side of his face as he tried to regain control of his body. After a minute you moaned and squirmed underneath him.

“Please baby. Move. I need you. Please.” You begged and Hyunjin gently bit down into your shoulder as he pulled out slightly and pushed back into you deeper.

“Fuuuuck...” He moaned out still trying to keep it together. You could tell he was struggling.

“So good baby, you’re doing so good. Keep going, keep going. PLEASE!” He did the same thing pulling out a little and pushing into you deep and hard again.

“FUCK yes Hyunjin keep going baby.” He kept fucking you not going too fast at first. Once he was certain he wasn’t going to blow his load he started pulling out a little more and going a little faster still thrusting into you hard. Your hips started meeting his as he pushed inside you faster.

“God baby you feel so good. You make me feel so good. I love you Hyunjin, fuck I love you!” Hearing you say that set something off in him. He leaned over and kissed you as he held you close and started pounding into you mercilessly. Your body and bed shook, your headboard beating your wall as Hyunjin fucked you hard and fast sucking and biting on your lips. His hips griding firmly against your clit as his cock abused your drenched hole pushing your closer and closer to you high. Hyunjin was close too.

“Fuck baby be a good girl and let me cum inside. Please please let me cum inside.” You shook your head but Hyunjin wanted to hear you.

“Tell me baby tell me you want me to fill you up. Tell me you want my babies.” You moaned out as your pussy trembled around his cock at the idea of him filling you with his cum and babies.

“Yes yes yes Hyunjin fucking cum inside me, want to have your pretty babies please cum inside me!” Hyunjin sat back on his knees, pulled your hips up off the bed and continued to fuck you at a god tier speed. Your legs tightened around Hyunjin and he fucked you to your second orgasm. You started squirting all over his cock and hips, soaking the bed beneath you. Hyunjin’s cock slipped out as you sprayed him with cum. He grabbed the base of his dick slapped the head of it against your clit hard a couple times making you twitch before he stuffed it back in your pussy, your juices continuing to squirt and drip from you.

“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! OH MY FUCKING GOD HYUNJIN FUCK!” Hyunjin fucked your soaked hole pumping into you hard a few more times before unloading inside you.

“Shit I’m coming baby, I’m coming fuck fuck take it all, fucking take my cum. Such a good girl FUCK!” You and Hyunjin’s hips slowly grinded into each other for another minute riding the waves of your orgasms and then he pulled out of you, his cum dripping out after. He took his cock, scooped up his cum, and shoved it back inside you both of you jerking and having spasms from the overstimulation.

“Keep that baby. Keep it inside... fuck! Make me something pretty with it.” Hyunjin collapsed on top of you a sweaty mess. He was heavy but you liked the feeling of his weight on you. It made you feel safe for some reason. You ran your hands up and down his back and through his hair as you both caught your breath. After a minute of rest he propped himself up on his elbows and looked at you, pushing sweaty hair away from your face. You looked back and smirked tucking some of his sweaty fly away hair behind his ear.

“What’s so funny.” He kissed the tip of your nose and you ran your fingers through his dark locks.

“You know I do like the black but... I kinda miss the red.” Hyunjin just laughed and shook his head before cupping your face and kissing you again.

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