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kpoptrassshhh · 8 months ago

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Sakura Petals

Genre: Fantasy AU!

Rating: PG-13, M (some parts)

Pairing: CaptainLevi! x Co-CaptainReader!

Setting: Pre-Rumbling, Takes place in between seasons 3 and 4 of AOT when the dream team travels undercover to Marley right before the raid on Liberio.

Summary: You never thought you'd live in a world without titans. Let alone outside of the walls. After the reclamation of Wall Maria, things seemed to speed up so much that the past four years seem to blur together. The countless meetings, driving the titans to extinction, being promoted to captain, even all of the new Marleyean allies that you've come to know and befriend all seem like distant memories now. The only thing that seems to be staying in place in your life is him. Levi. Which, I suppose, makes sense considering the man absolutely hates change. Actually, the man seems to hate everything. Or, so you thought.

(Trigger Warning! Mentions of abuse and death.)

"Do you have a reason to be out past curfew, or are you just stupid?" Levi asks dryly, shoving his hands in his pockets as he walks up to you.

At the sound of his voice, you turn towards him, a small smile playing faintly on your lips as you respond, "guess I'm stupid then." A soft chuckle rumbles in your chest and you turn back to face the moonlit ocean. The waves seem to blur into one as the moonlight dances across them, and you bring your knees up a little closer to your chest.

A sardonic smile ghosts at the corner of his lips, "If you're stupid, it's a wonder you've made it this far."

A laugh tears its way out of your throat and you glance up at him from your seated spot, "Well, in that case, I must be a genius, huh?"

He snorts softly, a quiet 'tch' following suit as he shakes his head, plopping down beside you, "Whatever helps you sleep at night."

The air between you silences and for a few moments, the quiet sound of crickets chirping is almost snuffed out by the crashing of the waves against the sand. This sort of peace is nice, however fleeting it may be, especially in this line of work.

Levi clears his throat quietly, dusting a bit of sand off his pants leg as he raises his knee up, laying his arm over it. He lets out a huff before he speaks, "Speaking of..." His voice trails off for a moment, almost like he's hesitant to say what's on his mind before he gently shakes his head and begins again, "Did you come out here 'cause you couldn't sleep?"

Running a tired hand through your hair, you let out a soft sigh before flashing him a sheepish smile, "Yea, the nightmares seem to have gotten worse...if that's even possible."

Levi looks at you, and for the shortest of seconds, you swear you see his expression soften a bit before quickly returning to his usual aloof demeanor. He takes a moment to study you, almost like he's assessing you before he finally opens his mouth to speak, "They'll subside eventually."

He doesn't avert his gaze, nor does he reach out to touch you. Instead, he climbs to his feet, brushing the sand off his clothes before offering a hand to you, "Come on, let's get back to the camp. Perhaps the walk and night air will help put your mind at ease so you can sleep."

You glance at his hand, then up to his piercing grey eyes. If there's one thing that's absolutely undeniable, it's that Levi is, for lack of a better word, breathtaking. Every feature. Every dip. Every crease, curve and line, perfectly crafted. Sculpted into the gorgeous man that stands before you.

Swallowing thickly, you take his hand, trying to ignore the way this simple action has your heart beating so hard it feels like it's going to come straight out of your chest. He pulls you up with ease, his hand lingering on yours for a moment longer than it should, before he pulls away.

He tucks his hands back into his pockets as the two of you begin to make your way back to the designated campsite. For the first couple minutes, neither of you speak. The only sound filling the silence being the distant crickets and the leaves crunching beneath your feet as you walk.

Then, Levi clears his throat again, "Would you like to talk about the nightmare?"

"The usual," You respond, almost too nonchalantly, "Mae, my sister... her death was the choice tonight."

He nods. "It's important to let them go," he says, his tone almost a suggestion to himself, "You can't change the past, but you can determine the future." He tilts his head up, his eyes trained on the stars and moon shining brightly above you, "The only ones that matter now are those still standing. Think of the living. Remember the dead after everything is done."

His eyes then descend to you and he offers a small, almost unnoticeable smile, "We still have a job to do after all."

You look at him, subconsciously studying and memorizing every detail of his face and engraining it into your memory, nodding, "Yea..."

As you realize your falling into those beautiful dark eyes of his, you suddenly snap out of your daydream, shaking your head a bit and blinking as you avert your gaze. Clearing your throat, you huff out a soft laugh and ask, "Since when did you become a therapist?"

Levi's lips twitch at the corners, a hint of amusement in his gaze as he meets yours, "Grew up on the streets. Had to learn to speak to people somehow." He then casts his gaze downward, his eyes catching a glimpse of the scar that rests against your collarbone and disappears below your uniform shirt.

"On another note," He says, nodding to the scar, "I'm curious about that scar. Looks like it was a nasty one. Mind telling me the story behind it?"

Slowly, you raise your hand up, brushing your fingertips against the raised skin. A smile grows on your lips as you respond, "This was actually given to me by my sister. Funny how that works, right?"

He doesn't respond, nodding along instead as you continue, "We were sparring one day, out behind our house. We both wanted to be scouts when we were younger so, we pushed ourselves to train and work hard so we could become strong enough to enlist."

You pause, your smile fading a bit as the entire day comes back to you, "Well, uh, that morning, our father had gotten pissed at us for something and beat us so, we decided to go out to the barn to spar a bit. You know, take our minds off it..."

Your voice trails off a bit, more memories of the abuse you and your sister dealt with for years at the hands of your father flood your mind and you physically have to shake yourself out of your head. Blinking quickly, you take a deep breath and steal a glance towards him, forcing a smile onto your face, "Anyway, uh, there were some things said between us and she just so happened to get to a knife quicker than I could."

Slowly, you raise your fingers up to the collar of your shirt, tugging it down a bit to reveal a scar that runs from your collarbone to the area right above your breast. It's somewhat faded from age yet still sits prominently against your skin. The memory now makes that soft smile reappear on your face as you giggle a bit, "She came straight at me, would've killed me too if i didn't jump out of the way at the last second...Well, obviously not completely out of the way."

"Your father sounds like a cruel man," He comments after you finish, "You two were determined, though."

He turns to you, the dying campfire now in full view as we finally arrive back at the camp, "If you had do it all again, would you change anything?"

You take a moment to consider his words. Of course you had wondered what your life would be like if none of it had happened. If your father wasn't the piece of shit abuser that he was. If your sister never died. How different your life would be if your mother hadn't disappeared when you and Mae were little. But, you also wouldn't have all of the good memories with Mae.

"No," you respond softly, your eyes looking into his, "I don't think I would. I mean, sure, my father was a cruel bastard but...I had my sister so, it wasn't all bad."

He pauses, then nods, "I understand."

Silence embraces the air around you once again before Levi speaks up, his voice laced with a hint of amusement, "Well, I'm sure that's not the only scar she gave you."

That pulls a laugh out of you and you have to clamp a hand over your mouth to muffle the loud outburst. Allowing yourself to giggle a bit longer, eventually your hand drops and you nod to him, "Oh no, not hardly. But, we could stay out here all night and I still wouldn't be able to tell you all the stories."

For the first time tonight, Levi actually smiles at you, casting his gaze down to the ground before looking back up at you, "Perhaps another time, then. The last thing we need is an irate Erwin waking up and giving us the lecture of a lifetime."

You both snicker softly at the thought and Levi shifts his weight, signaling the end of this quiet and peaceful evening shared between you. "Get some sleep," He says, nodding to your tent, "We have an early morning tomorrow."

"Right," you agree, a shiver racking your body as you realize just how cold it actually is, "Goodnight."

With that, you offer him a soft smile before spinning on your heel and striding back to your tent, only casting a glance back towards him when you're sure he won't be looking. As soon as you reach your tent, you lean down and reach out to the zipper, yanking it up and throwing the tent flap open. The opening flops back in place after you enter and you turn to close it, zipping it all the way to ground.

You strip your clothes off, shivering slightly as you quickly pull your pajamas onto your body. As soon as your shirt slides over your body, you practically dive into the bedroll, shuffling under the blanket and wrapping it around yourself like a cocoon.

It takes you a while a finally fall asleep. The soft, distant sound of waves crashing lulling you gently, and for the first time in forever, you drift to sleep with a pleasant thought swimming in your mind.

Levi Ackerman.

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Author's note: Wow! It's been a long ass time since I posted anything on my page lol. Obviously now my interests have shifted, and I'm going to start writing a lot more anime based fanfictions. Honestly, I'm just going to start writing a lot more in general again. So, stay tuned for that!

Thank you so much for reading Part 1 of this new series. I'm not quite sure how many parts it's going to be, BUT I'm super excited to start writing again and I can't wait to share my stories with all of you! ♡

#AOT #AOT fanfic #AOT fanfiction #Levi Ackerman #Erwin Smith #Levi x reader #Fanfiction #Smut #Anime #anime fanfic

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kpoptrassshhh · 8 months ago

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𖦹Mobile Masterlist𖦹

☽= my personal favorites

DISCLAIMER: anything marked M for mature has sexual, explicit content. Please do NOT read if you are under the age of 18. You may read at your own discretion.

AOT:

Levi Ackerman:

Sakura Petals: Fantasy AU // (PG-13) // fanfic // ongoing

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JJK:

Nothing yet :)

Demon Slayer:

Nothing yet :)

Fruits Basket:

Nothing yet :)

#Mobile Masterlist #Fanfiction Masterlist #Anime Masterlist #AOT #Attack on Titan #JJK #Jujutsu Kaison #Demon Slayer #Fruits Basket #Fanfic #Fanfiction #Smut

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kpoptrassshhh · 4 years ago

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i’m fine🙂

what a masterpiece he is

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kpoptrassshhh · 5 years ago

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brooklyn nine-nine intro but it’s ateez

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kpoptrassshhh · 5 years ago

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for personal reasons, this is now my all time favorite video.

Scooby doo's theme song but it's Ateez

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kpoptrassshhh · 5 years ago

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Smut Prompts!

Scenarios/Kinks

1.) First Time/Virgin

2.) Body Worship

3.) Surprise Visit At Work Turned Sexy

4.) Overly Romantic Gesture Turns Partner On Too Much

5.) Massage That Gets Steamy

6.) First "I Love You" During Sex

7.) Sex On A Dare

8.) Heavy Eye Contact

9.) Oral Sex

10.) Public/Semi Public

11.) Rough Sex

12.) Collaring

13.) Biting

14.) Choking

15.) Against A Wall

16.) In A Car

17.) In A Shower

18.) Marking

19.) Aftercare

20.) Hair Pulling

21.) Dom/Sub (only sub readers)

22.) Getting Caught

23.) Breeding

24.) Praise

25.) Mommy (Sorry No Daddy Kink)

26.) Rushed Sex

27.) In A Bathroom

28.) Lingerie

29.) Sex Magic

30.) Scratching

31.) One Night Stand

32.) Fuck Or Die

33.) Master/Mistress and Slave

34.) Riding

35.) From Behind

36.) Whip

37.) Under A Table

38.) Drunk Hookup

39.) Escort/Prostitute AU

40.) Sugar Daddy/Sugar Mommy

Dialogue

41.) "Let me show you why you should stay in bed."

42.) "I bet you look even better with your clothes off."

43.) "I’d hold onto something if I were you."

44.) "Less talking, more fucking."

45.) "Please, I need you. Now."

46.) "Were you dreaming about me again?"

47.) "I'm not wearing any panties."

48.) "I like it when you say my name like that."

49.) "I’m going to be late because you can’t keep it in your pants."

50.) "All I can think about is ripping that dress off of you."

51.) "I’ll be gentle, promise."

52.) "I’ve never wanted to fuck someone so badly."

53.) "You’re so fucking sexy when you do that."

54.) "Shut up and take your pants off."

55.) "I’ve wanted this for so long."

56.) "Don’t stop. Whatever you do, please don’t stop."

57.) "I’m going to come inside you."

58.) "I’m not hurting you, am I?"

59.) "I want my first time to be with you."

60.) "Can you guys just fuck already?"

61.) "I’ve been thinking about doing this all day."

62.) "You feel amazing."

63.) "This can be our little secret."

64.) "You can have me any way you like, baby."

65.) "Would you mind helping me out of this?"

66.) "I want you to fuck me."

67.) "You’re a god/goddess."

68.) "You fucking tease."

69.) "Undress me. Slowly."

70.) "Touch me, just please, touch me."

71.) "You make me want you without even trying."

72.) "Do you like what you see?"

73.) "I don’t care if it’s wrong."

74.) "You know I can’t resist when you look at me like that."

75.) "What I really want is for you to pin me against this wall and fuck me senseless."

76.) "On your knees."

77.) "Are you doing this because you’re jealous?"

78.) "I’ve thought about it before. You know, being with you like this."

79.) "Make me yours."

80.) "You look so good with your head between my legs."

Unlike my usual routine with prompts, you can request these as many times as you like, combine a bunch of prompts or even add a few of your own in your request. Also feel free to request scenarios, kinks and dialogue that’s not on this list.

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kpoptrassshhh · 5 years ago

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🥺🥰😤

felix has too many freckles to count!

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kpoptrassshhh · 5 years ago

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✿ taehyung wallpapers ✿

*:･ﾟ✧ Like/reblog if you save *:･ﾟ✧

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kpoptrassshhh · 5 years ago

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just a little update!

Hi lovlies!

Just wanted to give y’all an update. I’m so sorry that I haven’t posted the second part of Pebbles and Stones yet, I’m currently working on it. As well as Cherry Red, they’re both a work in progress. I’m very particular about how I word things in my fics and how the storyline flows with each part so just bare with me.

I also wanna say thank you so so much for all the love and support on my EXO Wolf series that I haven’t been inspired to write for in about a year or so. I will be starting that up again here soon since I finally graduated high school.

Thank you for taking the time out of your day to read this and I’ll be sure to update at the end of this week!

I love you all! <3

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kpoptrassshhh · 5 years ago

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Pebbles & Stones

Part of the EXO ongoing series- 1976

Genre: SkaterAU! X HighSchoolAU!

Rating: (PG-13) (M-some parts)

Pairing: SkaterGirl!FemReader X SkaterBoy!Baekhyun

Setting: California, 1976

Summary: Sarcastic. Rude. Down-to-Earth. Blunt. Just a few of the words people would use to describe you. People seem to think only two things of you. One, you’re a very intimidating person. Two, you and your skateboard are attached to each other. Skating is the only thing that has truly ever brought you happiness, besides your best friend Asia. Well, it was the only thing that brought you happiness. Until a man by the name of Byun Baekhyun decided to hop into your life. The only thing you keep telling yourself? He’s damn lucky he skates.

Warnings: teenage smoking and drinking (wild i know)

“He’s gonna fucking kill us,” Asia spits at you, speed walking down the hallway towards Mr. Kims English class. This is the third time you both have been late this week.

“Hey, would you relax? We’ve got a great reason,” you say, rolling by her on your new Sector 9, longboard cruiser.

“Oh yeah! Let’s just walk in there in front of the whole class and say, ‘I’m so sorry we’re late Mr. Kim! Y/N got pissed last night and instead of chilling out and listening to music like I told her to, she decided to break her skateboard for the second time this week, so we had to run to the strip mall before school so she didn’t have a mental breakdown without holding her fucking board!’” she sarcastically screams.

“It’s the truth,” you say shrugging, stepping off the board and kicking it into your hand as you hear a stressed sigh come from your best friend of six years.

“I give up. Lord, if you can hear me, I. Give. Up. With. This. Child.” she says exasperatedly, looking up to the ceiling with her hands flying up along with her shoulders.

“Yeah, you said that six years ago too. Annndd he still hasn't taken me from your life,” you say smartly, smirking at her as she stares straight daggers at you.

“Come on, let’s just get this over with,” she says defeatedly, walking up the classroom door and knocking loudly.

Mr. Kim glances at us through the window of the door with a disappointed and somewhat annoyed expression. He walks over to the door, unlocks it and stands in front of the entrance to the room.

“There better be a good reason as to why you two have been late for my class for the THIRD time this week,” he says in a booming voice that would make almost anyone cower in fear. But not you.

“What up Mr. K? You see what happened was-” you begin but are abruptly cut off by the tall man standing in front of you, waving his hand dismissively.

“I don't care. I’ve had enough of this, both of you have detention this afternoon,” he states plainly, walking to his desk and pulling out a pink slip, writing both of our names on our on respective slip.

“Both you take your seat,” he demands.

Asia practically runs to her desk while you roll your eyes and saunter over to yours, throwing your book bag onto the ground and setting your board down gently before looking out the large window beside you.

It’s a nice day. Sun shining, blue sky, a cloud or two here and there. It’s a great day to go skating. Except, you’re stuck in a prison where you’re told how to think and act for eight hours a day. You wouldn’t say you hate school exactly. But if you had to choose between school and never skating again, you’d most likely choose the latter.

Just as you’re about to zone out, you see an unfamiliar car pull up into one of the parking spots in the front of the campus. Squinting slightly, you see two men emerge from said car.

The driver is tall and slim with long, bright red hair and yellow tinted sunglasses. He has on a very loud shirt, that looks to be silk, paired with distressed light blue skinny jeans and some off-white converse.

The other guy is much taller than his friend but shares the same slim stature. His hair is a somewhat short and colored a light pink. He wears a tie-dye Bob Marley shirt under a Hawaiian styled button down, paired with dark blue skinny jeans and black combat boots.

You watch as they make their way to the office and then disappear out of sight as they walk into the building. Sighing, you turn your head back to the front of the room, somewhat listening to the boring lecture from your English teacher.

An hour goes by sluggishly and just when you thought you couldn’t take it anymore, the bell for free period rings and you silently start thanking all the deities for ending your suffering. Gathering your things from the floor, you slip your book bag over both shoulders and take your board into your hand, walking out of the room and leaning against the lockers outside the classroom, waiting for Asia to also walk out.

“You just had to have that damn skateboard,” she huffs, starting down the hallway full of other teenagers.

“Hey, lay off. It’s probably the nicest thing I’ve ever owned,” you say in defense, walking a little ahead of her, turning around and starting to walk backwards so you can talk to her face-to-face.

“Well, thanks to your new prized possession, we have detention,” she scolds, holding up the bright pink slip of paper.

“Then let’s ditch,” you deadpan, watching as her face contorts into the face you know all too well.

Her ‘I can’t believe you just said what you said and we’re probably gonna end up doing it anyway’ face.

“We’re gonna get in even more trouble!” she shouts, throwing her hands into the air for probably the seventh time this morning.

“We’ll be fine. Don’t you trust me?” you ask, shooting her your best puppy dog eyes.

“No, not at all,” she says, making you laugh loudly.

Turning back around, you’re met with the hard chest of a stranger.

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” you apologize, looking down and then back up to the stranger.

Your eyes widen at who it is. The man and his friend that you saw this morning walking into the office. He shoots you a blinding white smile, and lets a chuckle erupt from his throat.

“It’s cool, don’t worry about it,” he says in the most gorgeous voice you’ve ever had the pleasure of being graced with.

Shaking your head slightly, you snap out of whatever trance you found yourself slipping into. You hear footsteps behind you and suddenly a low voice speaks.

“Oh, cool, you met Y/N,” Kyungsoo says as the rest of the boys are following closely behind him.

“Oh! So you’re the Y/N everyone has been talking about!” the pink headed man speaks up, sounding somewhat surprised.

“Guilty as charged,” you nod, taking a step back and standing beside Asia.

“Y/N, Asia, this is Chanyeol and Baekhyun,” Jongin introduces with a slight snicker which is suddenly hushed as Sehun lightly elbows him in the gut.

“That’s all well and cool, but Y/N and I have to go,” Asia says, taking you by the arm and dragging you with her.

“What did she do this time?” Jongin asks, receiving a glare from you and another gut hit, this time from Kyungsoo.

“She got us detention because she just had to have a new skateboard,” she snaps.

You roll your eyes and retort, “longboard, thank you.”

She grimaces and you can’t help but giggle.

“Come on! I told you, we can just ditch. It’s easy, plus Coach Anderson doesn’t even take roll anymore. It’s foolproof,” you explain as her pace slows once reaching the courtyard.

She loosens her grip on your arm, allowing you to slide out of her hand. Taking your other hand, you rub softly on the spot which was attacked.

“Come on, let’s just go get some lunch and hang out. We don’t have to be back until two,” you offer.

At the mention of food, everyones eyes light up in happiness.

“Yeah! Let’s go, I’m starving,” Jongin whines.

“Didn’t you just eat last period?” Jongdae questions, watching as Jongin turns to him and retorts, “that was just a snack!”

Laughing at the interaction, you start walking towards the front parking lot, hearing footsteps behind you and listening to Asia talk about some stupid English project you couldn’t be bothered to listen about in class.

Funnily enough, you all got incredibly lucky your senior year of high school, as all of you are parked next to each other.

You and Asia hop into your yellow 1970 Pontiac GTO Judge, as Kyungsoo and Junmyeon get into Kyungsoo’s black 1970 Chevy Chevelle SS 454. Minseok and Jongdae duck into Minseok’s Grey 1973 Plymouth Duster while Jongin and Sehun sit inside Jongin’s red 1970 Chevy Camaro.

Looking down a few cars, you see Chanyeol and Baekhyun climb into, what you assume is Baekhyuns, orange 1970 Ford Mustang Convertible.

Turning the key of your car, the engine roars to life and you slip on a pair of your favorite ray-ban sunglasses before turning to Kyungsoo and yelling out the window, “Meet at The Depot!”

With a nod, he turns to tell the others, but you’re already peeling out of the parking lot onto the main road, headed for the best diner in town.

#baekhyun fanfic #exo fanfic #baekhyun au #exo au #baekhyun smut #exo smut

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kpoptrassshhh · 5 years ago

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Cherry Red

NCT two part fanfic

Genre: collegeAU!

Rating: (PG-13)

Pairing: Quietgirl!FemReader X Badboy!Yuta

Summary: Starting college in a different state is hard. Moving to a completely different country to start college, is way harder. Being the new foreign girl, you expected to get a couple funny glances or sneers your way from time to time. But the popular girl on campus just won’t give you a day without a snarky comment or an “accidental” HARD bump on the shoulder in the hallway. Finally having enough of it, you snap. And it doesn’t go unnoticed. Especially not by the biggest bad boy on campus, Nakamoto Yuta.

Warnings: Almost sexy times, leading into sexy times

“That’s it for today everyone. Don’t forget that your paper is due by twelve tonight,” your professor yells, gathering his things before making his way out of the classroom.

Closing your binder and folders, you stuff them in your book bag before walking down the stairs and out into the open courtyard of your college campus. It’s a nice spring day and everything just seems to give off a good vibe. Taking your earbuds out of the pocket of your black skinny jeans, you plug them into your phone and decide to drown out the audio of the world by turning on some music. While walking down the sidewalk you look up only to roll your eyes so far into your head you’re actually surprised they didn’t get stuck. The reason for your eye roll? Two words. Park Yujin. The “popular girl” on campus who everyone loves. Well, almost everyone. You being pretty much the only exception. Ever since you got here, she’s been nothing but a bitch to you. The dirty looks she gives you in class, the rumors she's started about you, and who could forget all those times she “accidentally” bumped into you....as HARD as humanly possible. She practically lunges at you when she does it.

Lost in thought, you don’t realize how close she is to you until it’s too late, as you hit the ground from the force of her knocking into you. Looking up, you see her and her friends giggling at you.

“Oh, Y/N! I’m so sorry! I didn't even see you there!” she fakes, covering her mouth with her hand to keep herself from laughing.

Feeling something ignite within you, you stand.

“I bet you didn’t, bitch.” you say, wiping the dirt off your ass.

“What the hell did you just call me you little slut?” she snaps back, clearly surprised that you said anything back.

You’ve never been the type to fight or be aggressive towards another person, hell you’ve never raised your voice to a fly let alone a human. But something feels different. You have no clue where this confidence is coming from, but at the moment you really don't care. You’ve had enough.

“You heard me,” you spit back, “you’re a no good bitch who likes to walk over people and make them feel like shit for no reason. But that ends today.”

“Oh yea? And what the fuck are you gonna do about it, slut?” she asks, folding her arms over her chest.

“This,” you whisper, looking her in the eye while raising your right hand to throw a punch at her jaw.

Hitting her, she throws her head back as her hands come up and try to protect her face, but it’s too late. As she hits the ground, you’re right on top of her, punching and hitting as hard as you can before she can do anything. In the middle of all this, you forget where you are and instead of campus police pulling you off her, you look up and meet the eyes of campus bad boy, Nakamoto Yuta.

Now, Yuta is a very interesting man. He doesn’t talk much to people outside his group, NCT. Come to think of it, you don’t you’ve ever seen him talk to someone other than his group for the three years you’ve been here. You’ve always thought he was extremely attractive and wanted to talk to him, but being a shy and, for the most part, quiet girl, you always thought there was no way he’d talk to you, let alone even look at you. But here you are, being pulled off of a girl by the one and only bad boy himself.

Coming back to your senses, you help Yuta stand you up on the concrete, as Yujin’s friends help her up. As she stands, she looks at you with tears running down her red and somewhat bloody face. Glancing to Yuta, you feel he still has a grip on your arm.

“If I were you Yujin, I’d be running,” he says, grinning and trying not to laugh.

Huffing, her and her friends walk briskly down the sidewalk until they’re out of view. You bend over to grab your book bag and phone that is still on the ground when you feel him let go of your arm. Throwing the bag over your shoulders, you can hear footsteps coming up quickly behind you. When you turn to look you can see it’s the rest of NCT and you immediately feel intimidated.

“Yo, what the hell happened to Yujin?” Lee Taeyong asks, chuckling a bit.

Yuta looks at me and then back to him stating,”I think Y/N got fed up with her bullshit and decided to whoop her ass.”

Eyes growing wide, you realize that he knows who you are. Feeling a slight pain in your hand, you bring your knuckles up to your line of sight to see they’re bloody and bruised.

“Oh shit, are you okay?” Mark Lee asks, seeing your hands as well.

“Yea, I’ll be fine. Just need to go back to my dorm and patch them up,” you state, wincing slightly when you move your hand.

“I’ll come with, you’re gonna need some help,” Yuta offers, taking the bag off your shoulders and throwing it around his.

Starting to reject his offer, you shake your head,“No, you don’t have to-”.

“I know I don’t, I want to. Trust me it’s hard to bandage both hands without a little help,” he chuckles, looking into your eyes.

Nodding slowly, he tells the others he’ll catch up with them later and you both make your way to your dorm. Once there, you unlock the front door and step inside, Yuta right behind you.

“Uh, where do you want me to put this?” he asks, holding your bag.

“Just set it on the floor beside the door,” you answer back, disappearing into the bathroom to grab the first aid kit and a rag.

Walking back into the living and kitchen area, you find him sitting at the bar, staring out the window. You clear your throat, setting the kit down on the counter in front of him and take the seat next to him. You look down at your hands as he opens the kit and takes out the materials he needs to patch you up.

“So, what made you beat the shit out of her in the first place?” he asks, taking your left hand in his and gently wiping the blood off.

“I just can’t stand people like her. She thinks she’s all that and a bag of skittles and it pisses me off. She’s also the one who spread that nasty rumor about me last semester,” you say, thinking back to when you first heard it.

“Are you talking about the-” he starts, but is abruptly cut off by you nodding your head.

“Yea, the one that I slept with every guy that looked my way. That was a fun two months of walking on campus,” you sigh, watching his large hands wrap around your tiny ones.

“Ya know, I never believed that,” he states after a minute of silence.

Looking up to him with a confused look, you meet his eyes.

“Y-you didn’t?” You ask, curiosity seemingly oozing out in the tone of the question.

He shakes his head as he finishes wrapping your hand, putting away the materials before he speaks again.

“No. I didn’t. You seemed like, well, you seemed too innocent for all of that,” he deadpans, making your eyebrows shoot up in alarm.

“What’s that supposed to mean? I’m not that innocent,” you say, defending yourself which makes him chuckle.

He looks at the floor with a grin on his face before looking back up to you.

Nodding, he looks you up and down before saying, “yea, sure you aren’t.”

Taken aback by the look he gives you and his statement, you retort, “you don’t believe me?”

“No, no I don’t,” he states, a small smirk on his face.

“What will make you believe me?” you ask, a seemingly innocent question, you think.

“I’ve got an idea, but you wouldn’t do it,” he says, standing and heading for the door.

Standing quickly, you rush to the door and wedge yourself between him and the door, just inches away from him. You look into his eyes as you feel your heart beat increase rapidly.

“Try me,” you whisper, feeling his body heat from the close proximity.

Slowly he steps forward until your body is flush against his. You feel his hands run up your thighs, to your hips and finally landing on your waist, he gives you a squeeze before closing the distance between your lips. Melting into him, you wrap your arms around his neck, having to briefly stand on your tiptoes until he bends down and grabs your thighs, hoisting you into the air. You lock your legs around his waist as he pushes your body against the door once more, never allowing you to leave his kiss. His lips taste like peach vodka and strawberries and the thought almost makes you laugh until he ruts up into your core, igniting a fire within you. Without second thought, you moan into his mouth before he pulls away and begins to kiss and suck marks into the pale flesh of your neck. Moaning out again, you run your hands through his hair, grabbing it by the roots, and softly tugging in pleasure which elicits a guttural growl out of him that goes straight to your core.

Pulling away and leaning his forehead on yours, he halfway stares into your eyes while gasping for air.

His hand moves from your waist to cup your cheek where he draws tiny circles into the flesh, whispering, “are you sure you want to do this?”

Now you’re no virgin, but your experience is very limited due to the three quickies you’ve had in the bathrooms at local bars in your hometown. You don’t really know what you’re doing because sex has never really mattered as much as it does right now. Fuck.

Hearing his words bounce around in your head, you take a deep breath before speaking, “yes. But I don’t really know what I’m doing.”

His smile grows wider at the confession, as does the member in his pants.

“That’s okay,” he says lovingly, before looking into your eyes. You see that somehow your confession has rooted deep within him, because as you stare into his brown orbs, only hunger and fire stare back at you.

“I can teach you everything you’ll ever need to know.”

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