#CAN YALL HEAR THAT R O M A N A N G S T

[lonigiri]

anton nsfw alphabet

minors dni

a=aftercare: hes so sweet, gives you kisses and cuddles, cleans you up a little bit but not anything big, just gets some tissues but he loves after sex cuddles

b=body part: his favorite body part on himself is probably his height (ik its not like a part stfu) he loves the size difference between himself and you. his favorite body part on you is probably your neck, his head is always burried in your neck giving you kisses and sucking hickies 🤭

c=cum: he just loves to cum. thats it thats the tweet/hj. hes just so happy to have someone that loves him enough to be this vulnerable with him and he cant hold himself back from cumming he feels like hes gonna cum his pants whenever he sees ur pretty tits 😣

d=dirty secret: he wants to ask one of the guys (preferably wonbin or sohee bcs they wouldnt make fun of him) to have a threesome with you and him because he thinks ur too pretty to just have you to himself, he wants to see how good his members can fuck you

e=experience: he wasnt very experienced before you, you were probably his first or second, but you helped teach him how to touch you nice and good to make you finish

f=favorite position: probably just missionary, he loves being on top of you and seeing how tiny you are compared to him, also loves burrying his face into your neck. if he wanted to switch it up he'd probably let you ride him

g=goofy: probably 50/50 hes honestly too busy whimpering to be funny

h=hair: anton strikes me as the type to be basically fully shaved, he just doesnt like how the hair looks on him

i=intimacy: he doesnt strike me as the type to have fast/rough sex, sure if he has some like pent up anger he will fuck you but if its just a normal tuesday he likes to have slower sex, but if you asked him to be rougher he will oblige

j=jack off: anton was so scared to ask you for sex during your relationship, yall would be making out and he'd pop a boner and he'd excuse himself to the bathroom and rub one out (which was very apparent to you because the walls were thin and you could hear him moaning) but now that you guys actually have sex he doesnt really masterbate anymore, only if hes away from you for a long time

k=kink: he def has a size kink, watching how ur belly buldges when he bottoms out inside of you turns him on so so much he could just cum right then and there tbh

l=location: he just likes the bed, nothing crazy, sometimes the shower if you ask him to shower with you

m=motivation: bro gets turned on by everything and anything, the slightest touch to him hes on the verge of getting bricked. but its only for you, you make him feel such a special way the no one else could 🥰🥲

n=no: just anything thats hurting you, sure he might accidentally hurt you with his dick and being too eager but he always feels so bad. he could never hurt you on purpose 💔

o=oral: anton is a MUNCH and i stand by that, he LOVEEESSSS eating pussy so much. he gets sooo pussy drunk when hes between ur legs omg. when you first asked him to eat u out he was very skeptical, now he basically claws at ur pants to get them off so he can eat you nice and good like u deserve

p=pace: like i said earlier he enjoys slow sex a lot more then rough/fast sex. he will go fast/rough if you ask him to, he just probably wont last as long 😣

q=quickie: hes iffy on them, doesnt really enjoy them bcs he likes to take his time with you. but if you have limited time to have sex he will have one just wont be very happy abt it

r=risks: doesnt really take risks, he knows what works and he sticks to it

s=stamina: he does not have a very high stamina, can probably go for at the very most 3 rounds and even by then hes like dying

t=toys: you have a viberator that you've integrated into your sex and he has a cock ring 😵‍💫

u=unfair: he doesnt really tease, like ever. if anything you tease him more then he teases you

v=volume: oh hes a whimperer his sounds are so freaking pretty. whispering into your ear how good you make him feel and how pretty you are

w=wild card: he loves when you mark him up, leaving hickies on his neck, scratching his shoulders and back. he takes it like a trophy. whenever hes changing around the guys and they see the marks they always call them out and he just smiles like a dummy recalling the things he did the night before to recive said marks

x=xray: oh anton is packing, its like 7 1/2"-8" and like the perfect girth. he didnt realize how big he actually was until the two of you had sex for the first time and your jaw was basically on the floor from how big he was like how tf is that supposed to go into my vagina

y=yearing: 24/7 hes thinking of it, how good ur cunt is and how when he gets home he wants to make you feel so good and bury himself into ur cunt

z=zzz: he falls asleep so fast, he gets the tissues to clean you up, and then he gives you a few kisses and as soon as hes cuddling with you he passes out

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[citr0us]

NSFW ALPHABET - HAMZAH

Summary: alphabet headcanons about what sex is like with hamzah

!warnings: smut

A - Aftercare (what they are like after sex)

he would be very sweet with you after the sex checking you out and asking with you're okay. Yall would talk about it, and he would do any favor for you (he would get water for you or if you want just cuddle)

B- body part (their fav body parts of theirs partner)

Hamzah loveeesss your whole body, but hes favorite parts is your curves, he loves putting his hand in your body and of course your fucking tits and thighs, he loves just to squeeze them.

C - Cum (where he likes to cum)

Hamzah cums everywhere, girl. in your stomach, face, thighs. He kinda loves when him cums inside you

D - Dirty Secret

He lovee taking pictures of you, and sometimes record when yall have sex.

E - Experince (how experienced are they? Do they know what they are doing)

Hamzah has at least 4-5 bodies before you. He definitely knows what he is doing to make you feel good

F - Favorite Position (self explanatory)

Cowboy: He loveesss seeing you on top of him, watching your tits bounce in front of him, is like hes hypnotized

G- Goofy (are they serious in the moment? )

He is superrr serious at the moment, he is focus on making you feel good

H - Hair (if they have a lot of hair or little? is shaved?)

he's not full shaved (idk)

I - intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He can be very sweet and slow. he likes to make you feel special, taking his time with you and making you feel good.

J - Jack Off (masturbation hc)

he doesn't need to masturbate since he has you. If you travel for a while, and yall are not together, he would become needy, because he would forget how to touch himself.

K - Kink (pretty self explanatory)

he usually on controll so loves when you can be the dominated one. you bossing him around and telling him what to do.

he loveesss that

L - Location (favorite places to do)

in the bedroom, kitchen, in the bathroom... Anywhere in his house

M - Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When you moan, and when you keep saying his name during it, it motivates him to continue

N - No (something that they wouldn’t do)

I really dont know what he wouldn’t do.

O - Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Hamzah is a fucking munch, he loves eating you out.

P - pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Hamzah is supeeer into rough sex, hearing your moans and saying ''cmon baby you can take more''

He can be very pasionate and slow too, holding your hand..

Q - quickie (their opinions on quickie)

He loves to take his time, he would go for quickies if he really doesnt have time later, or if yall need to be somewhere

R - risk (do they take risks?)

Hamzah wouldn’t take that much of a risk, but he wouldn't say no if it happened. Like when he fucks you from behind in the bathroom at a party

S- stamina (how many rounds can they go for?)

Hamzah could go for 3-4 rounds, but he needs to have some time.

T- toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Hamzah don't own any toys, but if you have he would like to test on you.

I feel he wouldn’t like using toys on you, because he would like his mouth, his hand, and his dick to pleasure you

U- unfair (how much they like to tease)

Hamzah would tease you all the timeeee.

with his tip in your clit or by saying you dirty things

V- volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc)

he isn't too loud, just little groans and moans

W- wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Hamzah loves when you give him a head while he is playing games.

He loves seeing his cum in your face

x- x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He gives 6-7 iches vibes (bye)

and this probably thick too

y- yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He is always horny, he always want you

z- zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He is exhausted afterwards he would want to sleep very soon

[raythekiller]

Can I have a BEN drowned nsfw alphabet?

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Featuring: Ben Drowned

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A - AFTERCARE

Gets super clingy. Doesn't want to let go of you, even if you just wanna get up to clean yourself. He just buries his face in the crook of your neck, holding you tight while asking you not to leave.

B - BODY PART

He's a chest guy, boobs or no boobs. Just loves laying his head on it or maybe playing with your nipples.

C - CUM

As mentioned above, since it's his favorite body part, it's also the one he loves coming on the most. Don't worry, he'll lick it clean after.

D - DIRTY SECRET

He gets off to hentai pretty regularly. He doesn't even know why and won't let ANYONE find out about it. He's pretty embarrassed, which is rich coming from him.

E - EXPERIENCE

Again, he died when he was like, twelve, so the most "experience" he ever got was from watching porn, which is... Not great.

F - FAVORITE POSITION

The classic cowgirl. Absolutely loves seeing you ride him, hands grabbing at your hips like his life depends on it. Might get a bit too desperate and thrust up if you're teasing him too much.

G - GOOFY

After he gets over the first-time embarrassement, he's back to being his silly and cocky self. Will probably crack a few jokes and you both just have to stop to giggle for a few seconds before continuing.

H - HAIR

Doesn't have much body hair generally, so he doesn't bother with grooming. It's still blonde, but a little darker than his hair.

I - INTIMACY

Honestly, though he doesn't admit it, it means a lot to him that you're willing to do something so intimate with him of all people, so while he seems to not take things so seriously most of the time, he genuinely appreciates it and is willing to do anything to satisfy you in return.

J - JACK OFF

Avid masturbator, to the point where it's a little concerning. Gets horny super easy, so he just takes it out on the socks.

K - KINKS

Here's my full post for his kinks.

L - LOCATION

Mostly his room, since it's more private and he doesn't have to risk anyone walking in, but honestly? If you're up for it, he'll do it just about anywhere. He can't say no to you.

M - MOTIVATION

In all honesty, anything gets him horny. A new outfit, a lingering touch, a seductive look or whisper and he's gone.

N - NO

He's pretty subby, so he wouldn't do anything to hurt you or that could possibly upset you, like humiliating you or being a bit rougher while domming. Even if you assure him that it's fine, he just isn't comfortable with it.

O - ORAL

Prefers receiving because he has no idea on how to give and is kind of insecure he isn't going to be able to satisfy you this way. Though, again, if you want him to, he just can't say no.

P - PACE

He's not slow, but definitely not fast either. He wants to savor every thrust, every bit of you squeezing around him. Unless you're the one controlling it, he's gonna go pretty easy on you.

Q - QUICKIE

Pretty big fan. Just a quick one in-between rounds of whatever game he's invested in at the moment. Loves it when you ride him as he's playing, too, trying to keep quiet so his teammates can't hear him whimpering.

R - RISKS

He's pretty reluctant to try anything new, honestly, and he considers you suggesting it a sign he's not satisfying you currently. He's a little insecure due to his lack of experience.

S - STAMINA

Can last for about 2 or 3 rounds. Anything more than that and he's crying from overstimulation, begging you to slow down.

T - TOYS

Doesn't own any, surprisingly (unless you count the body pillow he fucks every so often), but doesn't mind using them on you if you have any.

U - UNFAIR

He tries to be a teasing bastard, he really does, but his body betrays him. He has no self control when he's horny and will always budge before you do.

V - VOLUME

Oh, he's quite loud. More so whimpers and whines, but when he moans it's fairly high pitched as well as shaky and a bit breathy, he simply sounds desperate. W - WILD CARD

Jerks off thinking about you for months before actually trying to make a move, watching you undress before going to sleep through your computer screen while he strokes his cock. X - X-RAY

Not too big, about 7.5 inches. Pretty fair girth for the size as well. Y - YEARNING

Horny all of the time. Will beg to fuck you in the middle of any occasion, genuinely doesn't care if it's inappropriate for the moment, he's hard and he needs your help with it. Please? Z = ZZZ

Falls asleep minutes after coming, which is one of the reasons why he doesn't want to let you go once you're both done. He wants to wake up in your arms.

[poisonedapples]

"going somewhere?" and platonic logince?

Core Four AU Prompts!

Taglist: @romansleftshoulderpad @dr-gloom @killjoy-3000 @the-smol-est @stop-it-anxiety @ultimate-queen-of-fandoms2 @localagendergrape

Logan was a curious person by nature. Every time he saw something slightly out of the norm, he needed to examine it to the last detail. To find out how it worked, what it did, to understand every part of it to satisfy his craving for knowledge. Virgil’s house was full of treasures that gave him this craving.

Logan’s personal favorite goldmine for curiosity was the Tech Lab. Full of Virgil’s gadgets with abilities he’s never seen before, tinker toys and highly advanced supercomputers alike, all in the same area. It was a magical place for him to study, no matter how much Logan didn’t want to admit it.

But recently, Logan had discovered Virgil’s snails.

It made sense, he supposed. Virgil is a wealthy superhero, so with that doesn’t exactly come dull moments. And his amount of wealth often brings feelings of acting on impulse due to not having anything to stop him. So maybe Virgil wanted a pet, and decided to get one low maintenance. Which ended in him having five snails all with...equal amounts of generation z humor in their names.

...Logan’s favorite was “Remington Snailers The Third”. But Virgil’s not allowed to know that.

He’s not allowed to know Logan’s interested in them so much period. He wasn’t ready to find out if Virgil would ever make fun of him for so much of his curiousity, which is why he was doing his observing long after Virgil had gone to bed. It was easier this way, in the dark and being able to smile freely without worry of any possible judgment. A feeling Logan didn’t get so often at this age.

But he didn’t seem to be the only one awake. Out of the corner of his eye, Logan saw a figure moving outside the door of the “snail room”, as Virgil had dubbed it. Shooting his head over and coming back to his original stoic face, Logan looked closely. The figure was slowly prying open a window in the living room, red cape with stars flowing once the wind started to enter the penthouse.

...What? “Going somewhere?” Logan called out, seeing Roman, back in his costume, freeze in place. The tears in his boots still prominent from their mutant chicken fight earlier. “I thought we all agreed to relax for the rest of the day?”

Roman laughed nervously, his eyes hidden in his mask, but based on the uneasiness of his smile, Logan could tell he was trying to fake cockiness. “Well, technically it’s midnight so it’s no longer today, so...”

Logan glared at him. Roman shrunk a little in his spot. “Where are you planning to go?”

“Just...out on patrol! Maybe do a couple things, the city doesn’t rest when we do, you know!”

“That is true. However, if something happens we’ll end up finding out. We shouldn’t be losing sleep over hypothetical crimes that may not even be happening. ...Or do you possibly have another motive?”

Roman’s shoulders sagged, the brightness in his smile disappearing as he became solemn. Soft and genuine and vulnerable. “...It just helps me feel brave. On nights like these.”

“...Ah. I can understand that.”

“Am I brave, Logan? Can I do good things?”

Logan sighed, walking over and sitting on the couch next to the window Roman was still ready to slip through. “Of course you can, but you don’t need to prove that to anybody. Those who know who you are will know the truth.”

Roman stared out the open window for a small moment, looking up at the city from the height of the penthouse. A single car horn went off. The buildings still shined beautifully from afar. Roman stared at the lights of the amusement park for far too long.

But eventually, Roman closed the window, but didn’t take off his mask.

It helps me feel brave on nights like these.

[arlertsbaby]

nsfw alphabet - r. weasley

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hii babes! im so glad i finally got the time to do a quick nsfw alphabet on one of my fav characters. hope yall enjoy!

-lai

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

- hmm.. where do i start with this sweet babe!! he sticks around you after sex, usually grabbing the remote from his side of the nightstand, turning on netflix for the two of you to watch while you drift to sleep < / 333

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

- rons' favorite body part of his is most definitely his hands, because he knows you love them too!! ;) also he uses them a lot in bed

i'd say his favorite body part of yours is your torso, he just loves hugging you and holding your waist close to him

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

- im gonna take this section as a "where do they cum?" typa scenario. i think he enjoys cumming on your stomach, esp when you too are in missionary and he's pulling out

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he's smelled your underwear while you were on vacation hdhdhd

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

i feel like ron has had his fair share of sexual partners in the past, so im gonna say he is fairly experienced on how things work down there.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

either reverse cowgirl or doggy style, he's def the type of guy to enjoy seeing ass bounce fs

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

ron is more serious in the moment, unlike his older brothers lmfao

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes?)

he definitely isn't the type of guy to shave it all off, so i'm going to assume/say he keeps it tamed but still pretty hairy

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

ron is really into you and how you feel. he'll be so touchy, not for the sexual pleasure, but just because he likes feeling his pretty s/o ^^

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

i headcanon that he likes filming himself when he's alone , mainly to send to you later

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

when i found out that ron was 6'1 , the first think i had thought of was that he has a size kink !! maybe corruption too? idk those are the only ones i'd see him having

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

he's more of a basic guy lmao, bed or couch are your go to's when you're feeling in the mood

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

seeing you doing things around the house as simple as doing your classwork for lectures just.. turns him on. he likes being able to reward you after you're done with all that hard work !

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

i think his most specific turn off is when you two are having some alone time in his dorm , and he can hear his roommate come home throught the front door , he just doesn't like to continue knowing that you two aren't completely alone

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he loves giving more than he loves receiving. everything about making you feel good is just so special to him

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

definitely a slow tease kinda guy. he wants to hear you beg for him to go faster, and see you desperate for more

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

this man does not do quickies lmao, if he's in the mood in the morning, he won't mind a 30-minute session tho

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he is down with anything you wanna do! he loves trying out new kinks, new scenarios, he's all for it :)

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

he can probably go for 3-4 rounds almost everytime, depending on what you're up for

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he once surprised you with one of those 8-inch vibrating wands from spencers, and trust me , yall use it OFTEN lmfao

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he teases a lot, even when you two aren't having sex. he likes seeing you all hot and bothered

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

when i tell you,,, this man is VOCAL. he loves moaning in your ear, grunting, etc. he also does whimper occasionally

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

he likes sliding his hand under your shirt while you two are having a private movie night in his bed ;))) im freaking out

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

a bit above average, 6 1/2 inches, slight curve upwards, light pink tip, think owen gray dick fr

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

his sex drive isn't really high, you two probably enjoy having sex once or twice a week :)

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

this man is big on aftercare, so he'll stay up until he's sure that you're asleep, and then settle down

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i enjoyed filling this out sm!! babes, lmk if you'd like me to go into detail with anything, im always up nd happy to write a few one-shots !!

-lai

[babybluebex]

laszlo kreizler nsfw alphabet

so yeah this... Happened. the zemo version is coming soon, stay tuned! (probably tomorrow morning bc a bitch is tired lmao)

(gif credit to @lindir)

A = Aftercare.

Laszlo is such an aftercare king. He’s checking on you in every way he can think of: asking you if you feel alright, maybe massaging your hips if he had you in a weird position, offering you dinner or wine, maybe even a hot bath, if you’d like (and the bath would have special perfumed oils he had sent from Paris because Laszlo is SUCH a self care whore, he’s got soaps and perfumes out the wazoo).

B = Body Part.

His favorite part of yours are your breasts. No questions, hands down. He likes using your breasts as a pillow at night— just settling himself between your legs and resting his head on your tits is a dream he indulges in frequently. He also really loves seeing you in the new French-style of dresses that have a lower neckline, and, if you wear one of those dresses to dinner without telling him beforehand, he’s as good as gone. He’s staring the whole time and can only manage simple sentences.

C = Cum.

I think Laszlo likes to cum inside you, but he also wouldn’t mind cumming on your tits. If you’re on your knees, sucking him off, he’ll pull himself out of your mouth and almost rip your blouse in his haste to set your tits free before his orgasm rips through him. He only chooses to cum inside you if he can’t cum on your tits (for example, if you’re having slow, kissy sex and he can’t bear to leave your wet heat).

D = Dirty Secret.

Laszlo. Loves. To. Be. Degraded. From a psychological standpoint, he understands that his desire to be brought down and ridiculed is born from some sort of childhood trauma that DEFINITELY involves his father, but he just can’t help himself from getting so ridiculously turned on when you call him a dog for humping your leg while you try to sleep. Bonus points if you use his title while you do it: “Just like a little bitch in heat, aren’t you, Doctor Kreizler? You’re so aroused, you can hardly handle yourself. Are you too dumb to touch your own cock? Do you need me to do it? Oh, Doctor, what a dumb little thing you are.”

E = Experience.

Even Daniel himself has said that Laszlo has like NO experience. Laszlo got ZERO bitches (which I find hard to believe but ok whatever you say, writers of The Alienist), so, the first time y’all have sex, he’s more likely than not losing his virginity (let’s not get into the debate of “virginity is a social construct” because a.) IT IS and b.) Laszlo would lecture for hours about this). HOWEVER, these things come naturally to him. He is just Good In Bed. He figures it out very quickly, so, while you make fun of him for going a little stupid when he’s aroused, he makes up for it by bruising your cervix and apologizing later.

F = Favourite Positions.

Laszlo loves that soft, slow, kissy sex, so he’s into whatever position makes it possible for him to be inside you and to kiss you at the same time. Missionary is a go to, but sometimes he’ll have you sit on his desk and kiss your neck as he hikes your skirts up and fucks you all slow and nice.

G = Goofy.

Hardly ever? Laszlo is pretty serious most of the time, and the only time we ever see him Not Serious in the show is when he’s wasted after John’s bachelor party in season 2. So, maybe y’all went to dinner at Delmonico’s, then a ball for members of high society, and he had a little too much champagne and schnapps. He’s not like giggling and all, but his cheeks are red and he’s smiling more than usual, and calling you sweet names “Oh, mein Kätzchen” and “Meine kleine Prinzessin”. That’s Laszlo’s version of goofy.

H = Hair.

OK, my train of thought here is: LOOK AT THIS MAN’S BEARD. HIS BEARD IS NICE AS SHIT. If he treats his facial hair that good— regular trims, the beard oils we all know he uses, even if it isn't strictly canon— then his downstairs hair is nice too. Definitely soft, if maybe a little wiry sometimes (but tbh whose isn’t), and it’s a nice little cropping at the base of his cock. He also has a thin happy trail up his soft tummy, and a good amount on his chest (as we see in the show lol that much is canon).

I = Intimacy.

Laszlo is ALL ABOUT intimacy. You’ll know he’s in a ~mood~ because you’ll ask what’s being served at Delmonico’s that night, and Laszlo is like “I thought we might stay in tonight. John gave me his grandmother’s recipe for chicken soup”. He’ll light candles and pour you wine and play nice music on his gramophone, and he’ll romance you throughout dinner with little hand touches and sly smiles, until he’s kneeling in front of you and slowly kissing up your leg.

J = Jack-Off.

Honestly, he hardly does it. Of course, I’m sure he did it A LOT before he met you, but now he doesn’t need to pleasure himself anymore. He’s got you to do that. The only exception is if he has to travel for work and you can’t go with him. Even then, he’ll hold off until he absolutely can’t stand it, and then he’ll like read a letter you sent him or look at a sketch that John did of you while he whacks off; sometimes, he’ll just hold your letter to his face, and the faint trace of your perfume is enough to do the job.

K = Kink.

He likes impact play a lot (and perhaps a little roleplay wrapped up in it). On the rare occasion that his fucking is anything but soft and lovely, he’s gonna be hitting your ass and the backs of your thighs as you cling to him while he rails you stupid. Laszlo would try to hit your cheek, but he feels too bad when you wince at the pain of it. Spanking your tits is good to him too. His favorite though (and here’s where the roleplay comes in), is caning your ass. He’ll bend you over the desk in his home office and pull your skirts up past your hips, and he’ll make you count the amount of times his thick wooden cane connects with your soft asscheeks. The roleplay is, more often than not, you were his assistant who did something wrong and needed to be punished. If you miss one or forget to thank him accordingly “Thank you, sir”, he’ll focus the next hit on your thighs.

L = Location.

Either the bed or his desk. Laszlo is a little older (I don’t think we ever get an explicit age? But if we say he’s the same age as Daniel, then he’s 40 to 42-ish) so he can’t do it against a wall or anywhere too crazy (not to mention his right arm can hardly support much weight, so if he needs to hold you up, it’s probably not gonna happen). The bed is a special time for you two because of his arm; he’ll hold himself up with his left arm and rest his hand on your hip or wherever to give himself at least a little leverage. But the desk is usually easier because you can sit, or you can bend over and he can grab your hip.

M = Motivation.

He loves you and wants to worship you. It’s truly as simple as that. He loves you and thinks that you’re the most beautiful creature he’s ever seen, and he wants to show his reverence for you by making love to you.

N = No.

He can’t get into the role of “daddy”, nor can he call you “mommy”. Childhood trauma aside, he will be goddamned if Sigmund fucking Freud is correct about his bullshit Oedipus complex or whatever, so he just eliminates that whole thing entirely.

O = Oral.

He’s very good at it. He’s just… His lips are soft and his beard is good, and he’s not afraid to get a little messy with it. He’ll eat you out until he absolutely has to come up for air, and he’ll have a little bit of your wetness clinging to his mustache, but then he’s right back in it. His medical degree is also put to good use here because he remembers his female anatomy and he’s locked onto your clit the entire time. The first time you ever squirted, it was because Laszlo was nipping at your clit and sucking your wet little hole and pressing his thick fingers into you, and it was A Lot To Process, but you squirted and Laszlo came in his pants instantly because he’s like “I didn’t think women could actually do that… I thought that was a thing that penny novels made up”

P = Pace.

Again, he’s a little older, so he doesn’t fuck like some wild boy. He takes his time with you, touching you and caressing you and kissing you, and his pace is the same way. He’s slow and gentle, but has the capacity to go faster and harder if you ask for it.

Q = Quickie.

Hates them. Never. Never ever ever. If he can’t properly romance you and take his time with you, then what’s the point??

R = Risk.

Surprisingly, Laszlo is a little schemer, and he loves running a risk. He’s already looked down upon by other society members, so what’s the harm in squeezing your ass at a party? PERHAPS it’s inappropriate to get caught in a dark corner with your hand down his trousers and him kissing your neck, but it’s easy to blame it on the alcohol.

S = Stamina.

Once more, he is firmly middle aged, so he can do one round— maybe two, if he’s feeling particularly frisky. Usually, though, one is more than enough for both of you.

T = Toy.

HAVE YALL SEEN SEX TOYS FROM THE 1890S?? SHITS ARE SCARY. Laszlo does not like toys, but he understands their need for existing, so he may not like them but he tolerates them. That being said, he likes to watch you use them. LIke, he’ll sit in a chair by the bed and request you “put on a good show”, and he’ll watch you fall apart, and he’ll only come and touch you if you beg and plead for him to.

U = Unfair.

Mhm, so, in Laszlo’s mind, sex and pleasure are not just a give and take, it’s a two way street. They can (and often need to) coexist. He doesn’t like to initiate something if you won’t be able to reciprocate, so he’s not too into teasing or things. At the aforementioned parties, he’ll only goose your ass if he knows you’re 100% down for it.

V = Volume.

He’s fairly quiet. His mouth is usually really close to your ear, and you’re the only one who gets to hear his pretty little noises. The loudest he’ll be is when he’s come home after traveling and it’s felt like ages since he’s made love to you, he’s gonna come inside you, and his little gasp and moan are louder than usual.

W = Wild Card.

He is down to be tied up. He doesn’t like to tie you up, but if he’s the one being restrained, he’s all over it. It’s nothing too intense, just using a ribbon for your hair to tie his left hand to the headboard, not super tight but enough to make his fingers a little tingly, but he loves it. He loves the switch of the dynamic, how he’s fully at your mercy and you can use him however you please; usually, you just suck him off and ride him, but the endless possibilities get him hard as soon as you pull out the ribbon.

X = X-Ray.

Laszlo has Big Dick Energy, so he has to have a big dick. The best example of this sort of energy is in the very first episode after he goes and interviews Wolf, and comes to speak to Teddy, and Teddy is like “you interviewed the suspect? On whose authority??” and laszlo is like “Mine” like OH HIS DICK IS BIG I KNOW IT. He’s got an above average length and girth, but we know our man likes to eat, so some of his weight goes to his dick, so it’s like,,, He’s got a fat cock, sorry, I don’t make the rules

Y = Yearning.

Constantly. Neverending. He’s at work and he’ll catch a glimpse of a pastel drawing that you commissioned from John for Laszlo’s birthday that sits in a frame on his desk, and his heart starts to hurt from missing you. When he comes home, he’ll embrace you and kiss you like he hasn’t seen you in years, and he’ll want to hear all about your day. You have your doctor so whipped for you, and it’s a different kind of whipped than being pussy whipped. He’s, like, feelings whipped.

Z = ZZZ.

He’s a sleepy little baby after you guys finish. His eyes will be a little heavy and sticky as he’s cleaning up and caring for you (and you definitely coo at him “Oh, Las, you’re so sleepy!”) but when you’re both back in bed, our little man is circling his arm around your waist and nuzzling his cheek into your shoulder. He’s so soft and affectionate, and he’s out like a light when you kiss his forehead and tell him you love him.

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a fish out of water | f ; c

“With Changbin you are a fish out of water, but a bird that can fly.”

collab oneshot | sports! au | kdrama! au | 18k words

s u m m a r y >> being a waitress at your dad’s chicken shop wasn’t the most ideal job, but with dreams of attending the haneol sports university, you power through — even if it means dealing with customers such as seo changbin, elite swimmer and irritant extraordinaire. however, when that very boy catches you swimming in the university pool, you have to comply to his wishes in order to avoid consequences — arguing, spending time, and see what’s truly beneath that cheeky, muscled exterior.

w a r n i n g s >> weightlifting fairy kim bokjoo! au, waitress! reader, swimming major student! changbin, you and changbin are friends but like yall still annoying, changbin is hot and he knows it, you’re sick of hearing it, alot of teasing and making fun of each other, sooooooo much fluff, literally too much fluff, slight sexual tension but its still fluff cause im fearing god today, 2racha cameo, i guess a tiny bit of angst??? pressing (x) to doubt tho, also very stupid egg puns which will make you want to exit this fic

p l a y l i s t >> what a heavenly way to die by troye sivan || can i call you tonight? by dayglow || mixtape : oh by stray kids

t a g l i s t >> @aliceu @kookings @hyuckworld @ioveseung

a u t h o r ‘ s  n o t e >> hey guys! so i finally finished the one fic i’ve been dying to write ever since i finished watching weightlifting fairy!! this is my contribution to @huenjin​ kdrama collab — i hope you guys enjoy changbin as jung junhyung!! this is dedicated to my dear kdrama whore @soobmint​ who has been telling me to watch this for a year and helped me so much with inspiration for this fic :’) here’s to many more crushing on unattainable kdrama boys with you <3

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“DAD, DON’T MAKE ME DELIVER THIS!”

You heard a snort from the said-man, as he brought a tray of fresh fried chicken to an occupied table. “Honestly, ____, you’re making too much of a fuss!”

“You don’t understand!” you complained, following him into the kitchen — the crinkling of the chicken grew louder, the pungent smell of oil entering your nose. “I can’t deliver at this location.”

A raised brow was your father’s answer. “And why is that?” he asked, stirring the new batch, letting the oil cook every crevice of the food.

Scratching the back of your neck, you looked to the specific delivery, all packaged up and ready to be taken away. “No specific reason,” you grumbled, figuring evading the truth was better for your reputation.

“I know you’re avoiding my question,” he remarked, which had you further avoiding his gaze. “Don’t you love that uni anyway? I thought you’d enjoy going there, taking a look around and all that.”

He was not wrong, in a sense. You glanced at your phone, studying the location of your delivery. “No, you’re right,” you mumbled, reaching out to grab the package. “I’ll go….by myself…” you kept staring at the man, emphasising each word. “All alone…in the dark…”

“It’s four o’ clock, dearest.” the package was dumped in your hands. “It’ll be your fault if you let yourself get kidnapped in broad daylight.”

Mockingly gasping, you stuck your tongue out at him before exiting the kitchen. Mouthing hi’s and how are you’s to the customers present, you leave the premises of your restaurant, the glorious scent of fried chicken remaining.

Setting the chicken on the scooter, you cringed at the creaking; you had to remind your father to buy a new vehicle, or else a kidnapper wouldn’t kill you — your scooter would break down on the road, and you’d get run over instead.

Settling yourself onto the seat, you started up the scooter, jolting at its sudden spring to life. With a yelp the ride began, rocky as you tried to control it with the handles. Barely missing being crashed against the neighbouring houses, you finally turned into the main road, and onto the journey beyond.

With your life on the line you drove past daring cars, eager to overtake you. Praying to be spared a death on the motorway, you played safe on your journey. Huge corporate buildings and traffic lights watched you with caution as you sped past them.

The route towards your destination did not take long, already seeing signs of it nearby as you spotted students walking along the pavements, adorning their sports jackets and chirping away with their friends. The conversations grew louder as you turned another road, hearing cut off talks of upcoming competitions, plans to eat till stomachs were full and simply get drunk on a Friday night.

Sighing, you wished for such aimless fun as you sped up, basking in the evening air and the plans which lingered within its atoms. Maybe if you pursued creating a social life rather than throwing yourself in your work, you would be joining these people too.

Alas, meaningless entertainment would not get you into university. Only money.

So here you were, grudgingly driving your hell-sent scooter to a bunch of people you envied, but refused to admit.

Your destination came into view as you turned into its road, and you saw the entrance sign.

Haneol Sports University.

You began to slow down.

Your dream university.

The heaven-like association was covered in greenery, trees of every size and colour scattered around the paths. A few students occupied the benches, while most were leaving their buildings, looking to their bright futures.

Hearing distant cackling, you sucked in a breath, gripping onto the bar handles harder. There was no need for a GPS now that you recognised your customers.

Riding up a low-hilled road, you found yourself in an open field, filled with picnic benches, mostly occupied by the residents of the academy. As you followed the origins of the laughter, you finally saw your customers from afar.

Three rowdy boys were seated in one of the picnic benches — two you could see clearly, but one had his back to you, settled on the table as he looked over his friends. You could make out the wording on his dark-coloured hoodie, his name and major printed in a circle.

Gulping, you considered abandoning ship right there — or in this instance, your asthamtic scooter. You could already tell the bloody motor was giving up on you, and if you stayed for longer, it would eventually break down.

Suck it up, ____. They’re just a bunch of annoying dickheads.

That was enough to keep you satisfied when your scooter jolted suddenly, emitting the most hideous noise.

The two boys facing you perked up, pointing at you and saying something you could not hear, but could make a damn good educational guess on.

Whatever they had said to the boy atop the table had him slowly turning.

His gaze locked with yours.

And a despicable grin latched onto his lips.

“Ah, look!” His friend beside him cried out. “The food is here, the food is here!”

Pushing the scooter yourself with the strength of your hands, you trudged forward, wishing desperately for the ground to swallow you as the three friends watched you intently.

“If you walk any slower we’ll die off!” the boy on the bench exclaimed.

You flashed him a smile which promised certain death. “I’ll make sure to walk slower then!” you snapped back, cursing inwardly at your mode of transport. Damning it entirely, you settled it against a group of trees, right next to the sleek black bike you knew all too well. Taking hold of the package, you forced yourself into a faster walk, stopping before the picnic bench.

All eyes side-tracked straight to the food in your hands.

Then one pair held your gaze again.

You only pursed your lips.

“Changbin.”

Seo Changbin.

Top student in the swimming department of Haneol University, and arguably the most annoying boy you ever had the displeasure to meet.

He did not seem to think so as he swung his legs over the table and turned to where you stood, rocking his feet and self confidence skyrocketing above the evening clouds. “You brought the chicken late.”

“Yes, Changbin, I’m aware,” you sniped, dumping the order beside him. “Now who’s gonna pay?”

That question was not to his taste, so instead he asked another. “When will you send that scooter to the care home?” He took a quick glance, chuckling. “The poor engine is begging for retirement.”

“It’s working fine,” you said curtly, crossing your arms.

“I saw the way you were dragging it along,” he continued, propping his elbows above his knees. “You can always use my bike when your scooter flies high, Birdie.”

You soured even further.

Birdie.

A little nickname Changbin had bestowed upon you the very first time you served his friends a delivery of fried chicken. Unfortunately, around that time your father forced you to wear this ridiculous uniform hat — bright red, with cartoon-like chicken eyes and beak, plush wings sticking out of its sides. He was warned of the slander you would face to wear this atrocity, but he found the attire too adorable to let it slide, and had you driving away on the scooter.

When the swimmer caught sight of you, though, he had laughed so hard he nearly dropped the food he took from you. You were embarrassed beyond belief that day, but then your scooter had a breakdown, and you had to listen in utter horror as you dragged it out of the university, the bastard’s laughter never dying.

Ever since then, the name stuck, and every time you had the misfortune of seeing his stupid face, the cursed word would spill from his lips like water waves out of a swimming pool.

You shot him a withered glare. “I do have a name, you know.”

The boy tried to counter suavely, only to be interrupted by his friends. “Cut it out, already, just give us the chicken!” Jisung, or you assumed was Jisung out of the two others, whined.

They were dutifully ignored, as the two of you — or rather, you, with Changbin merely enjoying — stared each other down. You wished his lips stopped twitching upwards, as if he relished your irritation, thrived off of your furrowed brows and pursed mouth.

“Stop ogling me and pay up,” you demanded, holding out your hand.

Scoffing at your comment, he leaned back against the table, the elder boy beside Jisung fishing out money from his jacket. He was about to hand it to you when Changbin slapped the cash out of his hand. You watched with slight confusion as the latter pulled some money out of his own hoodie pocket, holding it out to you. “Here.”

Jisung held his pointer finger upwards, beginning, “Hey, why are you paying now if you’re always making Chan do it—”

His interrupted question was answered with a hearty jab on his shoulder, letting out a high-pitched ow! before rubbing on the sore spot. The perpetrator looked back at you again, dazzling a smile. “Anything else?”

“Well, there’s also—”

“Ah, yes!” he said instead, pushing his hands back into his pockets, shuffling until he pulled out more cash.

He dropped the notes on your occupied hands. “Tips.” He then pointed to the chicken beside him, which was being flirted with shamelessly by his friends.

Judging by the amount, you knew he had given too much. You would have stated such if your gaze had not wondered beyond, to the building behind him. Its huge, flat-roofed capacity, the ceiling-high windows, and its distant scent of chlorine.

The pool of Haneol University. The greatest swimming association in the city, housing some of the best sportsmen and women in the field.

The centre of your dreams.

You could not help a sigh releasing at its presence, like a modern palace in your eyes when in reality it was a sleek, closed in stadium. The association offered infinite resources and opportunities for aspiring swimmers such as yourself — only if you had the fees to fill their budget with.

It was the sole reason you worked tirelessly at Bok Chicken, searching for any other menial one-time jobs which could save you money. If you joined Haneol, then those opportunities would be offered to you. The dream of becoming an international swimmer would not simply reside in your hopeful mind.

It could become a tangible reality.

So you worked. You took these deliveries and travelled on your dying scooter, and tolerated bothersome customers such as the one before you.

You accepted everything if it meant you could swim for a lifetime.

A vexing voice had you snapping out of your thoughts.

“What was that sad little sigh for?”

Immediately retracting from him, you pocketed your charge, beginning to step back. “I took a look at your face, Changbin, and let out a pity sigh.”

You wished that would have made him frown, but it furthered his smile. “Glad to know you can’t resist staring at me.”

This time you answered him with an exasperated groan, turning your back on him. “I’ve had enough!” you exclaimed, not bothering to look back as you hurried towards your scooter.

Hearing what you thought was satanic cackling behind you, you swung your leg over the seat, grabbing onto the handles. “I’ll make sure to order again, Birdie!” he roared at the top of his voice, making you almost double over the vehicle.

Sparing him one last glare, you screamed back as loud as you could. “I’ll close the shop down before then!”

You refused to acknowledge his boisterous response as you revved the engine, and slowly exited from the student benches.

Grumbling to yourself, you entered the main road, leaving your future in your wake. One day, you promised. One day, you will wipe that awful smirk off his face.

But because that was an unobtainable feat at the time, you resorted to speeding up your scooter, risking death for a boy you supposedly disliked.

YOU KNEW YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN THE SIGNS.

The incessant coughing, the erratic jolting. The bizarre sounds that emitted inside, and the lacking performance. You should have known that your imminent downfall was near.

But you did not listen — did not attend to its wishes.

Which was why, on a mellow evening as you finished delivering your orders, your dear bike decided to rebel against your neglect in the worst possible way.

As you travelled along the pavements near the university, the damned vehicle began to slow down without your permission. You thought this a normal setback, but when it refused to accelerate, going slightly out of your control, the panic kicked in. Thankfully, you were nowhere near the main road, or you definitely were done for.

“Shit!” you let out, the scooter finally stopping before a park bench. There were also a line of tourist bikes lined against the seat, a few taken by a group of friends, but they were useless to you.  

Heaving off of the bike, you knifed it with a look, almost wanting to kick the bloody thing down. “I knew I should have asked Dad for a new one,” you mumbled, crossing your arms in defeat. With limited options, you brought out your phone, calling your father’s number.

Pressing your phone to your ear, you looked beyond the scooter, to the strangers passing by, a few exchanging pitiful glances at your situation. You let yourself sit on the bench, sighing at the line not going through to the shop.

Biting your bottom lip, you darted over the scene, wondering if there was a bus stop nearby. You figured whatever luck was left in your circumstance, you needed to scrape it before it abandoned you.

Unfortunately, whatever luck you thought you had shrivelled into nothing when you heard a familiar ringing of a bicycle bell.  

On instinct, you peered up from your failing calls. The owner of the bike strolled closer, and when you saw his face, yours turned bitter.

“Birdie!”

Asshole.

Changbin breaked right in front of you, studying your seated figure. “What’re you doing here all alone? Don’t you have deliveries?”

“I can have a break if I want, buddy,” you remarked, refusing to meet his gaze as you settled it upon your deceased vehicle.

“Of course, of course,” he agreed, a little absent-minded as he followed your eyesight. When he saw the scooter leaning helplessly against the tourist bicycles, he looked back at you again. The cogs in his head turning, the more he realised the more his lips curled.

You hated the sight of it.

“So when’s the funeral?” he asked, and you nearly threw your phone at his face. “Oh, come on! I’m only concerned about your once dear friend.”

“You just wanna annoy me again,” you corrected him, getting up from the chair. “And I’m not in the mood today.”

“Did I guess right then?” He spared another glimpse at the scooter before observing the renting bikes on the side. “Why don’t you take those tourist cycles in the meantime and go home?”

You slowly grimaced as you tilted your head to the side. “Yeah…about that…”

His answer was an eyebrow raise. “You don’t know how to ride a bike?” He blinked back at your lack of response. “How the hell did you learn to ride…whatever you wanna call that? And not a simple old bike?”

“Stop it!” you exclaimed, hugging yourself in the evening chill. “That scooter was still faster than your bike, especially when I’m delivering food!”

“Strong word? Was.” The boy leaned against his black bike, one hand slipping in his sweats and the other running against the handles. “What’re you gonna do now that your oh-so speedy scooter has committed self-homocide?”

A good question. “I’ll figure something out,” you said, peeking at your phone once again. No missed calls from Dad.

Changbin stared at you for a moment longer before he stood straighter. “Right. Up you get.” You watched him tap the back seat. “I’ll take you home.”

This time you raised a brow at him. “And why will you take me home?”

He looked at you as if you’d gone mad. “Because I am the nicest guy you’ll ever meet?”

“Oh, brilliant,” you muttered. “Thanks, but no thanks.”

“What do you mean, ‘thanks but no thanks’?” he parroted. “You’re getting an offer from an extremely dashing swimmer, willing to give you a ride home. You’d be a fool to refuse.”

You flashed the ‘extremely dashing’ swimmer a saccharine smile. “Guess I’m a dumbass then.”

The boy was not satisfied with your final decision. “Fine, Birdie,” he started, chin high as he swung his leg over the top tube, one foot on the pedals. “I hope you enjoy the long-ass walk in the incoming rain.”

That had you gaping at him. “Wait, what?” he began to pedal, but you stopped him with your voice. “Wait, wait, hold on!”

On command he stopped, blinking almost too innocently at you. “Yes, Birdie?”

“First of all, stop using that terrible name.” You put your hands to your hips. “Second, I didn’t know it was gonna rain!”

“Well, the more you know,” he said, cocking his head. “But what a shame! You refuse to be helped by a kind and generous man.”

“Okay, okay, I get it!” you dismissed him, clamping your lips together as you weighed your options. Your father’s phone was absent, and catching the bus could take forever. Really, you would rather stay on this bench forever rather than take up his offer, but if he was right, then you would not want to get wet in your work clothes.

Changbin watched you impatiently as you tried to come to a decision. “We haven’t got all day,” he pressed, which had him earning a sour glance.

“Damn it, fine!” you snapped, taking a step towards his bike. “Let’s go before the rain catches up.”

“That’s what I like to hear!” he bellowed, bringing his hand behind him to pat the second seat. “Come on.”

Hesitantly obliging, you sat upon the rather uncomfortable seat, not sure what to do with your legs as they touched the pavement. Your hands you kept awkwardly on the cycle tubes, which had the boy looking back.

“You know you’re gonna have to hold onto me,” he said, a knowing lilt in his voice which had you snapping your fingers forward.

“You just cycle, buddy, I can handle it.” You looked back at your sooter, wondering how you were bringing it back. I’ll tell Dad to call a tow truck, you pondered.

“Should I give you a minute of privacy with your…dearly departed?”

Your foot ached to kick him off the bicycle. “Shut up and pedal.”

A small chuckle escaping, he turned his head to the road ahead, fingers fully enveloping the handles. “Hang on tight, Birdie!” he called, and pressed his foot on the pedal.

With a jolt the bike began to pick up speed, and you nearly grabbed onto Changbin at the sudden impact. Agitation arising, you kept your hands firmly rooted to the railings, instead focusing on the wind swiping against your face — chains working quietly, the soft bike bell chiming to alert the passerby, the swimmer endeavoured hard to take you home.

You were surprised to find that sitting on a bicycle was almost identical to riding a scooter — arguably difficult, especially with him having to pedal for two instead of one. Your eyes swept past the familiar buildings which came on your way home, the little local gardens tucked away within huge offices.

Conversation did not occur much during the journey, which was not a problem as you enjoyed the mere gazing of the environment around you. Thankfully, your designated driver kept his mouth shut too, occasionally humming a tune.

Then, Changbin turned a sharp corner, and his bike went over a speed bump. With a gasp you nearly fell, only to be saved by your sharp instincts. You grabbed onto his hoodie, and, when you noticed that was not enough, you submitted to wrapping your arms around him, heartbeat racing at the sudden lurch.

The boy stiffened for a fraction of a second before he loosened up again. “I told you to hold onto me,” he said, picking up the pace once again. “Your head would have been split open by now.”

The idea seemed very appealing in this situation. “How about you try not to kill me next time?” you hissed, jabbing him in the side.

A heightened groan escaped him at the attack, nearly crashing into the sidewalk. “Chirpy today, aren’t we?”

Not answering him, you resorted to silence. “Be mad all you want.” You felt the smugness in his next words. “You still have those arms around me.”

That alone had you repelling your hands from his sides. “Never say that again,” you warned him, but he was snickering, pissing you off even more.

“You know, I’m gonna teach you how to ride a bike,” he declared, pedalling away. “Then you wouldn’t need such good-looking men helping you out.”

You burned his back with a glower. Maybe it won’t be too bad if I knocked him off this cycle.

But that would only be useless to you, and you would never arrive home.

Eventually, after what seemed like a million and two hours later, the boy took a turn into a little lane, bricked off by a grey wall as the other side had small, tucked in shops of different variations — flowers, confectionery, all the menial objects you could want. The familiarity was greatly welcomed, you itching to run home.

When you saw the Bok Chicken sign standing tall beside the restaurant, your shoulders sagged in relief. You truly believed that this idiot would have killed you off before you would see your place again, so catching the scent of fried chicken instantly put you at ease.

Slowing down, you abandoned the bike, hoping to march up the stone steps when a voice had you pausing.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?”

Turning back, your eyes fell on your raven-haired driver, leaning into his bike as his locks danced softly across his forehead. “What? Other than the scooter?”

He gave you an incredulous look. “‘Oh, thank you so much, Changbin!’” he then drawled, putting a hand on his chest. “‘Not only are you beyond handsome, but are so bloody nice!’”

You scoffed. “This is why you don’t deserve any gratitude.”

His amusement remained. “I’m waiting.”

Maybe on another evening, you would have kept him waiting. The asshole deserved it with his constant teasing, his persistence to get a reaction out of you.

Today, though, as you observed him in the cool breeze, you decided to be the bigger person — mostly because you were too tired to argue, and you needed to eat.

A small part, however, may have been due to his unneeded kindness — he did not have to offer you anything. But he did anyway.

So you bit down on the snarky comment you had waiting for him.

And let yourself say the damned words.

“…Thanks, Changbin.”

There was a moment’s pause before the said-boy burst into a smile.

“Shaky execution, but we got there in the end.”

He straightened up on his bicycle, looking at you one last time.

“I’ll see you around, Birdie.”

With that, his foot on the pedal, he sped away into the night.

And as you began to walk home, looking up at the sky — a really clear, no-cloud-in-sight sky, you were struck with a realisation.

You whirled around to his disappearing figure, anger shooting straight to your tongue.

“There was never any rain coming, was there?!” you screamed at the top of your voice, loud enough for the whole neighbourhood to hear.

Loud enough for the damned swimmer to answer back with a spluttering laugh.

Cursing him and his entire family, you stormed back home, praying that you never saw him and his functioning bike again.

YOUR FATHER BARELY MANAGED TO PURCHASE A REPLACEMENT SCOOTER.

It was the same model as your previous one, but he promised you a new one at the end of the month. At that moment, you dared not meet his eyes, shame coursing through your veins. You began to blame yourself over the last scooter’s breakdown, that maybe if you hadn’t driven so fast, the motor may still have kept stable. Of course, it was inevitable that you needed to change your mode of transport, but seeing your father scramble for funds did not sit right with you at all.

This was the exact reason why you never asked him for wage increases, or less hours. You knew deep down that if he had the money, he would have sent you to Haneul University the minute you graduated high school.

That was enough to keep you working for every last penny.

The weekdays blended together, and soon Saturday descended, a day much awaited. Your uncle visited every weekend, which meant you had more time to yourself.

And when you had time for yourself, that only meant one thing.

“I’ll be back from the pool in a few hours, Dad!” you called as you left the shop, nodding hurriedly to his demands to stay safe on the bus. You would have used the new scooter, but because your uncle was taking over your deliveries, you resorted to the other alternative.

After walking to the stop, it did not take long for the bus to arrive, you hopping straight on and paying for the return ticket to the local swimming pool. You settled easy at the backseats, aware that there were many stops to get there.

The vehicle pushed forward, and slowly you were taken to all the different places on route. You passed the farmer markets, the superstores, but did not reach your destination.

At some point you were about to doze off when you heard the robotic voice informing you of the next stop.

“The next stop is Haneul Sports University. Please depart in a few minutes if Haneol Sports University is your destination.”

Perking up in your seat, you looked out of the window to see the sleek buildings of the association, most lit up gloriously in the infant night. The bus began to slow down, and the closer it lurked, the more uneasy you felt.

As the journey halted, the doors hissed open, a few students and other people going down the bus stairs and leaving. Your eyes darted to the swimming pool building, almost blending in with the dark sky.

You had no idea why you got up from your seat.

No idea at all why you nodded thanks to the driver, leaving the bus and walking towards a changed destination.

What are you doing? You thought, head in disarray but body more so as it refused to listen, your legs walking still. The university buildings were presented to you in this proximity, already some being closed to insist the students go back to their residences.

You were not interested in the other places.

Hurrying to the sole place that mattered in your eyes, you almost ran, not caring if you looked suspicious as your feet raced one step after another.

Spotting the entrance doors, you assumed it was locked due to the lack of light indicating it being open to students. Shit.

The dread died down when, as you walked to the side of the building, your gaze landed on a rather tall ladder leaned against the huge walls. Stare soaring to the huge window openings on the top, you had an idea.

You knew you should not be doing this.

It was a step over the line. You knew this, thinking the consequences over and over again, running the whole situation in your head. You knew this was wrong, in every possible way.

Why were you still carrying on?

Settling the ladder against the wall, you look behind you one last time before grabbing onto the side-rails. Setting your foot upon the rungs, you began climbing up the building, frosted breaths escaping unevenly with every step you took. At one point, the ladder began to shake from your efforts, but you needed to climb to the top.

Catching sight of the huge, open window, you reached your hand out to grab the edges. Heaving yourself upwards, you swung your leg on the window sill, pushing yourself onto the surface. Rolling to the opposite edge, you glanced down to the other side.

Seeing the gym mats below you ensured your decision to drop from your place.

Sliding your feet down, you held onto the edges, grip slipping as you tried to minimise your landing impact. After a deep breath, you stared at your flexed hands.

You let yourself drop.

With a shrill yelp you landed on the mats, a loud thud! resonating throughout the entire building, echoing softly. Groaning, you straightened to your feet, rubbing at your backside as it stung from the impact. “You can’t do this again,” you muttered, turning around to observe what you truly risked breaking your ass for.

The pain faded when your eyes landed on the reason.

Dimly lit under the moon, streaming through the other huge windows, the swimming pool welcomed you in all its grand stead. Its water lapped lazily along each other, small speckles of light glinting with every swivel of movement. The blue-black atmosphere of the building matched the depths of the pool, distant scent of chlorine and greetings mingling in the air.

A small sigh left your lips.

The local swimming pool could never compete to such splendour — before you was something straight from the Olympics, a pool only the greatest professionals should dive into. Chicken deliverers and wishful thinkers should not be even a mile’s close to its locations.

This one time, though, you let yourself forget.

Let yourself believe that you were special — you, a gifted swimming major from Haneol, practising hours into midnight for a competition everyone knew you would win. You let yourself think that this was one of those nights, when practice was key, and the more you delved into the water the closer you were to the medals.

Shedding your coat, you tossed it beside the mats, already feeling the tight clasp of your swimwear underneath your attire. You quickly took off your shirt, peeling your jeans off, adding to the mess upon the coat as boots and socks followed. All that was left was your black swimsuit and a racing heartbeat, aching to be calmed by the lilting waters.

As if someone was watching, you brought your foot forward, then the other, slowly reaching the start of the pool, where a line of blocks were upstaged. Carefully stepping up to one of the blocks, you perched at its end, overlooking the entire pool as you breathed in the cool breeze.

You closed your eyes, almost hearing distinct cheers and howls of future supporters, shouting encouragement. This was it. This was all you were born for.

This was all you were meant to do.

With that lingering dream, you arched your arms forward.

And dove into the world below.

You surged underneath the cool water, already pointing your hands upwards as your legs kicked into action. Bobbing them rapidly, you moved up, breaking into the surface with no time to stop. Your hands, on instinct, globed up and down, splashes of water arising every time your fingers clawed at the languid waves, never giving them a moment’s rest.

This was your domain. This was your haven, the other half of your soul, bringing you to life. There were many interests you harboured in your life, but your relationship with the water was on another league — if all your other interests were flirtation, then swimming was your true love.

Reaching the end of the pool, you submerged yourself in the water, bringing your knees to your chest before touching the tiling with your feet. With a hard push you turned in the opposite direction, breaking the surface once more.

Head turn, head in, head turn, head in — your face never tired of whirling in and out of the water, gasping for air and going back in, a rhythm which asked for much but rewarded you twice over. The entire pool engulfed you, like a lover’s embrace under the moonlight, reassuring you of your abilities despite your setbacks. You almost laughed as you sprung your face up, pure joy threatening to spill from your lips as you dove back in.

It seemed like forever had passed as you switched lanes back and forth, your speed unmatched. You had not accomplished much your entire life, but swimming was a sport you knew you excelled in. Swimming was honest — the effort you threw in was given back to you by the water, a trusted friend whenever you lay in it.

In truth, you could live in this pool forever.

Forever isn’t rewarded to intruders, though, so on your last lane, you began to slow down, letting yourself be cocooned in the water one last time — feeling time slow, the pressure in your ears, and your hair sway languidly, you savoured it as much as you could before reaching the start of the pool once again. You gasped softly for breath, swiping your hair from your face as you kept your feet moving.

This became one of the best nights you had ever experienced.

A smile broke on your face, staring at your hands. If someone were to catch you now, you would not care a bit.

“Maybe I should come next week,” you murmured, delirious giggles escaping. You didn’t know what was in the water, but you were sure you were going crazy.

You were certain of your insanity when you heard slow applause beyond the surface.

What was laced in this chlorine? You thought, looking up at the origins of the voice. There was a lean, shadowed figure, moving slightly with each clap that echoed in the building. You would have been scared if you weren’t so confident in your delusion.

Then, the ghost began to speak.

“Why next week? Might as well rock up tomorrow.”

That voice. That voice is too familiar.

You raised yourself, water dripping off of your body as you squinted your eyes to make out what you thought was a hallucination.

The figure stepped forward, the moonlight exposing the identity.

Never did you want to drown yourself more.

Because before you stood the last boy you wanted to see in this situation.

The shock of his presence had you collapsing in the pool again.

Splutters of laughter escaped him as a great splash! sounded from your impact, you rising to the surface laboriously as you wheezed in a breath. Your eyes widened at Seo Changbin, grinning like a Disney villain at your near-death experience.

“Wh-what…” you rasped out, holding onto the ramps. “What the hell…are you doing here?”

“Me?” he asked in surprise, pointing to himself. “I was gonna ask you that!”

You opened your mouth to argue with him, but then the realisation hit.

Of course. You’re not a university student.

The boy carried on, watching you carefully. “I was ready to practice alone in the middle of the night, because you know,” he gestured his hands at his figure, “I’m actually part of the swim team.

“And who do I see before me?” he drawled, both hands on his hips. “The Birdie of Bok Chicken, swimming without permission in the university pool.”

He then paused. “Swimming a little too good to just be a waitress at a local chicken shop.”

You looked away, slightly embarrassed at his observation. “I usually go to the other public pool, but—shit!” you suddenly yelled. “That’s not the point!”

Hauling yourself out of the pool, you felt Changbin’s voice interrogate you. “How did you even enter? The place is locked after roll call.”

When your eyes stole a glance at the windows, he instantly noticed. “Oh my God, you climbed in?”

“I don’t know, I wasn’t thinking straight!” you whined, hugging yourself foolishly. “I just…whenever I deliver some food to you and your friends I see the pool behind you and…” you then groaned, wanting to hide your face in your hands. “I just wanted to swim here, okay!”

Cocking his head, his gaze darted to the security offices beyond the floor windows of the building. “You’d be in big trouble if someone caught you.”

That had you gaping at him. “You’re gonna snitch?!” you demanded, dread rising in your gut. Frantically, you wondered of the horrific consequences of his decision, if the matter would reach your father.

No doubt he would deep fry you along with the chicken.

“Don’t you worry, Birdie,” you heard his consolation. “I won’t tell anyone about you sneaking here.”

You were about to sigh in relief when you caught sight of his knowing smirk.

“On one condition.”

Sliding his hands in his track bottoms, he shifted on his feet, his chest snug in the tight black vest he adorned. Your eyes did not miss the tightening of his biceps, the twitch of his lips curving maliciously.

Oh, no. The bastard was not thinking anything in your favour.

“What…what would that be?”

Changbin found the courage to drop the terms.

The one condition he had been meaning to ask since the day you delivered him his first order of Bok Chicken.

“Go on a date with me.”

Your mouth fell to the floor.

What did he say to you?

“What did you say to me?”

The boy furrowed his brows. “I think I said it loud enough.” He took a step forward, shoes hitting the small puddle around you. “One day. One full day, you go out with me, and I won’t tell a soul.”

A scoff was what you first offered him. “I’ll drown myself before I go on a date with you,” you retorted.

Judging by the look on his face, that was not the right answer. “Okay, then, sweetheart,” he merely said, turning on his heel. “I hope the dean enjoys what I’m about to report to him!”

Widening your eyes, you instinctively reached out your hand. Grabbing onto his wrist, you held him back, he whirling his head to yours.

You didn’t catch his stare, darting to your strong grip, and then back to you again. “Why?” you got out, squeezing his wrist. “Why this condition?”

He parted his mouth at your question.

In truth, he didn’t know himself.

As he pursed his lips in thought, he wondered whether he would be able to tell you a valid answer. In full truth, all he knew was that spending time with you was a wish he’d been nurturing for a while. Sure, you both argued like little children, but within every retort and exaggerated scoff lay an inner longing to keep you near him.

Even if it meant he risked being floored by your god-awful scooter.

He would never tell you this, though. Not to boost your probably massive ego.

So he only offered you a knowing smile. “I just enjoy messing with you, Birdie.”

You then noticed the iron grip you had on him, your fingers digging into his warm skin. Quickly you broke the contact, locking your hands behind your back. “One day. No more.”

The grin that broke onto his face made you uneasy.

“You won’t regret it.”

A fearful bite of lips was your answer.

You weren’t so sure of that.

Not one bit.

“Can you please go away now?” You asked, almost desperate to be away from trouble — away from him.

Changbin raised a singular brow at you. “Hello? Not to repeat myself here, but you’re the intruder.”

He pointed towards the glass doors, leading to the entrance. “I suggest you get out of here before anyone else catches you.” His grin turned self-satisfied. “This time, they wouldn’t be as merciful as I was.”

“Merciful,” you mumbled back, in disbelief over his ridiculous attitude. Carrying on cursing him instead, you walked over to the gym mats, where your clothes were bundled carelessly in a pile.

Take a shower at home. Cringing as you wore them atop your wet skin and suit, you began to walk to the glass doors, turning to curse your rotten luck.

The swimmer’s voice halted your track.

“Hey, Birdie!”

Turning around, you watched him raise his hand in adieu.

“I’ll call your nest when it’s time.”

You almost gagged. “I hope this date won’t be as bad as your puns.”

His sole answer was his signature, stupid grin. “Oh, no, ____. It’ll be eggcelent.”

This was enough to have you screaming, “You’re disgusting!” before hurrying out of the swimming pool, laughter sounding from behind you.

As the midnight air chilled you more so than the water, your thoughts drifted to the uncertain, near future, and the boy who determined it all.

You truly are done for.

CHANGBIN DID NOT KNOW THE MEANING OF PERSONAL SPACE.

You were always aware of his irritating tendencies to call on you nearly every day for deliveries, but this time, he was going a step out of line.

Was it even healthy to have fried chicken every evening? Surely not, with the way the swimmer and his friends wolfed down every order you delivered them. You suspected ulterior motives, every time the boy offered you a knowing smirk before digging into his dinner.

The bastard called you after hours, which was an extreme sport in itself if your dad ever found out a boy was on the phone. Yelling at him several times did not work as you expected, as he only had one thing on his mind.

“No, I do not want to talk about our date, asshole,” you said for the last time as you prepared for bed.

“Well, you don’t have to, cause I’ll be dealing with that,” you heard his voice from the end of the line. “You just have to do everything I say.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” you seethed, stealing a look past your room every now and then, making sure your father was out of bounds. “I didn’t agree to being your slave.”

“True, but I can do whatever I want on this date.” A pause. “And if that means you have to be at my beck and all, then you have to do it.”

That made you frown. “At this rate, just tell your stupid dean. I can’t deal with this anymore.”

“Your words, Birdie!” he called, and in the background you began to hear rather aggressive typing. “Gee, I do wonder what your dad’s gonna say when he finds out you trespassed!”

“Oh my God—” you let out a horrid curse, and held your head in your hands. “Stop! Okay, damn it! Don’t tell anyone, you piece of shit!”

Hearing his laughter did not help your anger. “Look, you’re worrying too much about this. I promise you’ll enjoy yourself.”

You bit the inside of your cheek. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Changbin.”

His answer was a sharp click of his tongue. “I don’t. That’s why I’m making this promise.”

Deciding not to respond, you let him talk further as you looked out the window. “I’ll call you when I decide on the date.”

“As if you don’t call me everyday anyway,” you remarked.

“Well, who else am I going to annoy at this time?”

“I’m going to sleep!” you declared in haste, thinking of anything to get rid of the boy. “Goodnight!”

“Are you trying to get rid of me?” he then asked, almost feeling the smile on his face.

Throwing you off, you repeated yourself in hesitance. “I said goodnight!” And before he could slip in another smartass comment, you ended the call, throwing your phone across your bed.

This boy would kill you. You were certain of it.

His efforts were carried out thoroughly in the next few days, when you received the horrible news of the day you had to spend time with him. His call may have been short, but it was definitely not sweet.

A Friday he had suggested. Unlucky indeed for you, when that was a free day your father had given you to spend some time alone, give yourself the luxury to go into town, perhaps even do some shopping with your savings. You could only offer a smile to him, he unaware that you had to use this day for other means.

The calls began to alarm your phone the moment you hopped onto your scooter, rolling your eyes as you accepted. “Why are you so clingy?” you started, revving the engine and speeding out of the restaurant.

“Can’t a guy be excited to see his date?” he mewled through the line, making you groan. “Don’t be like that! I know you’re dying to see me.”

“I can’t wait any longer,” you monotoned, but that fuelled Changbin’s fire.

“That’s what I thought.”

You sighed, checking the location one last time. “I’ll see your ugly face in ten minutes.”

“No you won’t, Birdie, cause I’m hot as hell.” He paused, pondering for a moment. “You better be in something cute.”

“You’ll be very disappointed,” you retorted, ending the call and racing towards your destination.

Let’s get this over with.

The journey was a short one, instantly recognisable as you rode past the student buildings, tufts of greenery beginning to appear the closer you came to the nature side of the city.

Within minutes you slowed your scooter down, entering one of the biggest parks in the area — the scent of a thousand flowers and trees enveloped your nose, a refreshing sense from the constant fried chicken you inhaled every hour.

Parking it along the cars, you fixed your clothes before checking the time, already sensing the sun about to descend into the horizon. Following the swimmer’s message, you took the small, stony stairs, glancing at the sweet student couples holding hands and walking along the path railings. Thin streams ran mischievously along the rocky climbs, you going opposite its trail as you searched for your cursed date among the greenery.

You thought you’d never be able to find him until a hollering voice had you halting.

“Hey, Birdie!”

You turned suddenly.

There, among the drooping trees and curling flowers. There he was.

Something in you stopped your eyes rolling at his presence.

You dearly wished you could say Changbin looked atrocious as he waved you over — no, the bastard donned a certain effortlessness which made his already above-average looks even more above average. Adorning all black, from his leather jacket to his raven-coloured jeans, down from his dark Nikes all the way up to his matching locks, parted in the middle as it curtained his face.

His welcoming smile, however, was the cherry on top. A smile which widened when he saw you walking closer.

God. You sound like you’re obsessed with him.

His apparent obsession with you, however, seemed to fade completely when he saw what you were wearing. “What the hell?” he demanded, waving his hand at your general figure.

Sheepishly, you locked your hands behind your back. “Look, I still have orders to do after we’re finished,” you lied, glancing at your restaurant uniform, the red and black t-shirt and latter-coloured trousers. The logo of Bok Chicken stood stark on your breast pocket, almost another slap on the face for your date.

Resting his hands on his hips, he shook his head, stealing a quick glance at you before admiring the scenery around him. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

You blinked at his comment. “What did you say?”

But he did not answer you properly, turning on his heel and strolling to one of the bigger trees. “Don’t think I’m repeating that, Birdie.” He looked back, flashing you a cheeky smile. “Can’t have you flying away in happiness.”

“You don’t have to worry about that,” you seethed, using every ounce of strength to follow him rather than running the opposite direction. Only a few hours.

When you reached his side, he was holding onto his infamous bike, more shiny since the last time you saw it. He patted the handles, facing you once more.

You waited for his explanation. “Well? What’re we doing?”

Changbin took a deep breath before answering you. “So, I have been thinking…”

“You really shouldn’t have done that.”

He didn’t deem to counter your remark. “You know a couple of weeks ago when I took you home on my bike? Because you didn’t know how to use those tourist ones?”

Unsure of where he was taking this, you let him carry on, nodding to his prompt. “Now see, knowing how busy you are, I didn’t want to spend this entire day wasting your time. Even though it would make me happy to rile you up further, I decided that I’m gonna make this day a useful one.”

The boy wheeled his prized possession out of the shade of the trees. “Today, I’m gonna teach you how to ride a bike.”

The declaration had you furrowing your brows. “What?”

“You heard me right!” Hurryingly tapping the seat, he said, “I’m gonna show you the world!”

“At 10 miles per hour?” You let out a scoff. “Changbin, the only world you can show me on that thing is half of this park.”

“I don’t want any negativity!” He ordered. “I told you I would, wouldn’t I? If you enjoy riding that hell-sent scooter, then you’ll like cycling too.”

Still unconvinced, he sighed, gesturing to the stool. “It’s only for the day. After that, I won’t bother you.” he then added, “Well, I don’t know about the last part, but you know what I mean.”

It was your turn to sharply exhale. “Fine. But—!” you cut the boy’s initial cheer with a wagging finger. “If I hurt myself riding your stupid bike then you’ll be sorry!”

“So sorry,” he drawled, watching you walk over to where his esteemed mode of transport stood.

After taking the handles from Changbin’s hands, you swung over its sleek frame, already feeling unstable despite both of your feet on the ground. You were not used to this — your scooter was heavier, more grounded. It could hold off on its own, had its independence. This skinny alternative was another matter entirely.

“It’s not gonna bite you, Birdie,” his voice emitted from your side. “Stop looking so scared.”

“I’m not scared,” you snapped, but how could you hide your shaky stance, your harder grip on the handles? “I need a moment.”

Taking a deep breath, you allowed one foot on the pedal, looking down. You could do this.

You dared to push down the pedal, feeling the bike move.

You certainly could not do this.

A scream escaped you as you strolled shakingly for about four feet before the bike tipping, nearly scarring your leg if your foot had not stopped you in time. Changbin let out a snort as he jogged over to you. “What was that?” he asked, clamping his lips together to imprison his laughter.

“You tell me!” you exclaimed, standing up straighter. “This…thing is a demon!”

“I’d crash too if I kept looking down at the bike and not where I’m supposed to be going!”

“Argh!” you knifed the swimmer with a hard glare, having little effect. “You’re just doing this to annoy me even more!”

“I’m not, I promise!” His hands raked through his hair in what you thought was agitation. “You need to keep looking forward.”

Scoffing, you remarked, “How am I gonna do that when I’m too scared of losing control of the balance?”

Changbin glanced at you then, and whatever lay behind those eyes had you cocking your head. “What?” you asked him, but he parted his mouth, inhaling the nature air a little unevenly.

Finally, he had the courage to speak. “Let me help you with it then.”

You did not understand what he meant by that until he began to walk closer. His presence loomed behind you as he swung a leg over the bike, his hands engulfing your sides as they gripped the handles. His fingers brushed against yours, and you hitched in a breath, completely without your accord.

His voice was much too close. “Let me teach you,” he murmured.

Waiting for your response, he expected full-scale revolt, clawing his touch from yours, kicking his ass off the hill.

What he did not expect was compliance.

“Get…get this done and over with,” you guttered, shuffling in your seat.

Okay, maybe you were still hesitant, but that was the least of the swimmer’s worries. He could feel the nerves radiating off of you, stance as rigid as the trees surrounding him. “You gotta relax, Birdie,” he said, and you felt the words caress your ear, nearly making you shiver.

“I can’t relax if you’re right behind me, asshole,” you gritted out. “Give me a little space.”

“If I give you any more space I’ll fall off the bike.”

You could honestly pay to see that. “Now!” Changbin started, sliding his feet in the pedals, right under yours. “I’m gonna pedal first. You keep looking ahead, and have control of the breaks.”

His Nikes underneath you were soft — a small comfort. You nodded, eyes resting over the city view, and the greenery decorating it.

“Are you ready?”

No.

“Yes.”

The bike began to move.

Involuntarily, you stiffened, save for your feet which worked along with the boy’s cycling. He sensed it instantly, fingers tapping upon the back of your hand. “Easy,” he whispered, pushing further power into the pedals. “Or you’re gonna kill us both.”

“Changbin…” your voice trailed off, ignoring his warnings as you realised where the wheels were taking you two. “Why…why are we going towards the edge of the hill?”

Sure enough, beside the steep stairs, there was a dip, going all the way down to the park’s exit, and onto the main road. “Changbin,” you repeated louder this time. “Maybe you should stop cycling…”

“I will,” he said, a ghost of a smirk on his face. “If you turn us around.”

“What?!” you spied him through your peripheral vision, wanting earnestly to elbow him in the ribs. “Are you crazy? We’re gonna crash!”

“We won’t if you turn us around,” he corrected, smile growing wider as he levelled his face against yours. “Or we can go down the hill, and enjoy the freefall.”

“Changbin!”

“That’s my name, Birdie!” he yelled excitedly as the bike edged closer. A few students glanced at your direction, the majority of the noise in the park. “Don’t wear it out!”

“Oh my God—” you started to curse at him, but the anger reached your feet instead, pushing too hard on the pedals.

The bicycle propelled forward.

With a scream you dipped, wheels picking up lightning speed as it shot down the hill. The boy beside you screeched in laughter as let go of the pedals, hands straight to the handles.

Involuntarily you closed your eyes, letting Jesus take the wheel, but unluckily for you, Jesus was not there by your side — only your reckless date, who, sensing your rejection of the scene, brought his hand to your wrists.

With a soft jerk he evaded your hands from your eyes. “Look, Birdie, we’re flying!” he declared, his mirth ringing in your ears as you continued down the huge drop. Your mouth opened to argue, but then your gaze observed the descent.

The feeling was indescribable.

Your heart leapt in your throat, caging your words in your mouth as your eyes widened at the sensation.

Changbin was not wrong at all — you were truly flying.

You had no control over the breaks, the direction, nothing — you didn’t want to, when it would break this feeling, get rid of your wings, made from the presence of the boy behind you.

An unbreakable smile morphed onto your lips.

The high lasted until you reached the end of the hill, the park gates open and rushing you out into the real, concrete world.

Your smooth glide ran into a hiccup as the bike left the pavement, the jolt so sudden and hard you almost jumped off the seat. If it were not for your arms looping around the safe, granite-like net behind you, you would have met your end on the main road.

Changbin, on the other hand, very much felt like he had met his end.

He stilled as your hands slid around him, hiding away from the chaos of the cars surrounding you. He nearly crashed the bike into an oncoming truck, shaking his frozen hands out of their trance and swerving forward, cycling to the edge of the road. The horns cussed his diabolical handling, he bowing as low as he could with a girl buried in his chest.

“Shit,” he breathed out, hoping you would not hear his heartbeat increasing as he pedalled harder, climbing atop the sidewalk and picking a route he knew well of. Your warmth seeped into his hard chest, spreading all the way to his mouth where words refused to leave. Half of him screamed to get you off of him, in case you realised what position you were in and purposefully crashed him into a car.

Another part of him wished you would never let go of him. That part he did want to acknowledge.

“Hey,” he called you after a while, realising that a hand-print on his face would not suit him kindly. “We’re off the hill.”

You opened your eyes, immediately engulfed with the scent of soft cologne. Your hands were locked around something hard, and when you peered upwards, your heart could have fallen out of your ass.

Since when did you latch yourself to Changbin?

Quickly, after registering what he said, you retracted yourself from him, finding small comfort on the bar handles, occupied with his hands. “Why didn’t you tell me that I’d koala-ed onto you?”

“And ruin my hero moment? Please.” The boy clicked his tongue. “Plus, it didn’t look like you wanted to get off of me.”

You hated how your cheeks burned as his touch caressed you, reminding yourself to avoid him like the plague when you got off of the bike. “You’re deluding yourself, buddy.”

Hearing his soft chuckling radiate behind him had you all uneasy. His focus solely upon the road, you did not ask where he was taking you, letting patience reign over you for once. The questions may have been useless anyway, as the route he was taking became more and more familiar.

Wait, are we going to—?

The cyclist turned the other road, and the sight that welcomed you had your brows raising. Underneath the stars, which had just taken duty over the night sky, the swimming building was dimly lit from the light which shone from above, the pool’s own lights shut off after roll call.

“Changbin, why are we going to the swimming pool?” you asked as his pedalling slowed, nearing the railings where the other bikes would usually be stored.

Once he stopped, feet skidding on the ground, he leaned in, lips nearly brushing your ear. “Are you getting off, or am I gonna have to pick you up?”

That had you hurrying out of your seat in an instant, making the boy snort. You stuck your tongue out at him, turning to face the huge entrance, probably locked. “How are you getting us in, smartass? The school thinks you’re in residence.”

“That’s true.” his hand went inside his leather jacket, fishing out keys from his pockets. “But when you’re the star swimmer in your year, you have a few benefits.”

“Star swimmer?” you repeated dryly, watching him walk up to the doors, unlocking them with a soft tinkle. “I doubt that very much.”

He twisted the knob, opening the entrance. “Guess I’m gonna have to show you otherwise.”

Brows raised, you followed him inside, making your way through the different alleys, past the showers and the hallways of the building. “You still haven’t told me why you brought me here.”

Taking off his jacket, he held it in his hand until he broke out of the stuffy halls. The scent of chlorine hit you as you entered the pool area, vast and airy, the cold kissing your face. “Well,” he said, “Ever since I caught you swimming like a fish, it’s never left my mind.”

His hands slipped to his hips, leaning against the wall. “You see, there is no way you learned the craft by yourself.”

You tilted your head. “What are you trying to suggest?”

Changbin’s smirk could have done all the talking. “I’m challenging you to a race, Birdie.”

The confusion was off the rails. “And why are you challenging me?”

“Because I’ve beaten everyone in my group.” his fingers trailed to his jeans, where he untucked his top. “And you could have beaten them all too.”

Your eyes rooted to the little movements as he began to undress, and you let out an involuntary noise, halting him. “Is there a problem, Birdie?” he asked, much too casual for an action so outrageous.

“Problem?” your shock was imminent. “Yes, buddy, there is a problem, and it’s you stripping in front of me!”

“I mean, that’s what you do when you get in a pool,” he explained, as if he was talking to a child. “I don’t want my clothes to get wet.”

When he showed no signs of stopping his undressing, you suddenly whirled your back on him, a hand on your forehead. “Hell, you do whatever you want, Changbin, I’m not swimming with you!”

“Why, sweetheart? Didn’t you break into this building to swim in here?”

Gritting your teeth, harder so when you heard the rustling of clothes, you seethed, “That was different. You weren’t there when I was enjoying myself.”

“I was there too, remember?” he reminded you too sweetly, which had you groaning.

“Yeah, I remember,” you snarled. “Because you ruined everything and made me go on this…this stupid date.”

There was a slight pause before he spoke. “I wouldn’t call this date stupid.”

You bit your lip. No matter how many times you could say it again to him, even you did not believe in it.

In some parts of today, you actually enjoyed the time spent.

Right now, though, you would rather forget about the speck of good amongst the sea of screw-ups that happened tonight.

Especially after the boy’s words. “How can you call this date stupid when you’re spending time with me?”

“Okay that’s it, now I’m definitely not getting in the pool with you!”

You turned around to face him, pointer finger raised to wiggle at him when your eyes landed on him.

And his lack of attire from the waist-up.

Your entire mind blanked out when your gaze found haven in the golden plains of his chest, as smooth as silk yet hard as rock as it rose and fell with every breath he took. Shamelessly, you dropped your stare a little lower, the defined lines of his muscles trailing down to the v-line—

“Are you checking me out?”

With a flinch you locked your eyes with Changbin, who possessed the most disgusting, shit-eating grin on his face. “Oh my God, you are!” he exclaimed, settling his shirt next to his leather jacket. “Is that why you won’t join me in the pool?”

“Uh, it’s not that—” you tried to say, but then he took a step towards you, and you changed your entire plan. “What are you doing?”

“Testing your lie.” he merely said, daring another step closer which had you retracting. “You see, I don’t really believe you.”

Another step forward, another step backward. “Why are you so embarrassed? Have you never seen a half-naked man?”

None as effective as you. “Of course I have, dumbass,” you plied out from your mouth instead, shoes sensing the floor wetten the further back you went. “It’s…um, it’s…”

“What?” he pressed, feline amusement stark on his beautiful face — did you just admit he’s beautiful? “You’re so quick to snap back at me, Birdie. Why’s your beak shut now?”

What you should have done is shout at him for his god-awful pun, but the strange sensation within your gut forced you to answer his initial question. “Listen, I-I don’t…” you aimlessly gestured at your restaurant uniform. “I’m not wearing a swimsuit underneath this, so…so I’m not doing it, I’m not…taking my clothes off.”

When Changbin caught up, a foot’s length between the two of you, he offered a slight cock of his head.

“Who said anything about taking your clothes off?”

You would have questioned this claim had he not stretched his hands towards you.

Hands which pushed you right into the swimming pool.

With a shrill scream you fell backwards, a great splash! resonating throughout the entire building as you submerged into the water. The cackling from above hazingly entered your ears, but that was ignored when rage entered your bloodstream, almost making you steam underwater.

Legs kicking into action, you quickly swam upwards, breaking through the surface with a harsh gasp. Your eyes fixed on the boy being doubled over, whole body shaking with laughter, and your tongue finally worked to your favour.

“What the hell was that?!” you roared at him, spluttering water from your lips.

“I—” he cut off once more, his bubbly giggling so unlike the muscles that flexed with every heave. “Oh, God, I’m so sorry but—” another round of laughter followed, unable to finish his sentence.

“Stop laughing, asshole, you ruined my uniform!”

His answer was completely disregarding your demands, tears glassing his eyes as he stumbled over to you, squatting before your swimming figure. “I can’t help it!” he gushed, waving a finger at your drenched appearance. “You look so cute right now.”

Despite the ice cold water, you had the nerve to heat up rapidly from his comment. “Shut up, Changbin,” you spat, your hands gripping the edges of the pool.

He wasn’t listening much, preoccupied in wiping the moisture from his eyes. Your previous, minute-long fluster disappeared, replaced with a need for dire vengeance.

This time, you raised your hands — quick and quiet, never a suspect to the victim.

Your target did not notice fingers enveloping his legs, too busy inwardly mocking at your state.

Nor did he realise the ghost of a smirk on your lips as you pulled.

Pulled Changbin from his position — pulled him out of his continuous howling, and pulled him straight into the swimming pool with you.

His laughter was snuffed right out as he fell into the water, his splash raining on you with a thundering sound. You let a shriek escape as you retreated a little, watching the star swimmer of Haneol University make a fool of himself trying to break the surface.

The moment he eventually did, his hair flipping backward as he gasped for breath, he turned to where you were — you, finding yourself grinning at his sodden state.

Eyes, which glistened with glee before, now possessed a galaxy of surprise. “What…” he huffed out, arms flailing slowly in the pool. “What was that?”

You matched his oncoming glare with a victorious grin. “Payback.”

The boy could only gape at your change — he didn’t realise you had some childlike qualities in you, even if the consequences of it were in his disadvantage.

However, seeing you smile like…like that…and because of him.

It had his entire body burning with a bizarre sense of pride.

He tried not to let his burning cheeks bother him as he pinned you with a stare that caught you off guard.

His voice dropped an octave lower.

“You’re gonna pay for this.”

And he was upon you in seconds.

With a shriek you dodged his hands, splashing water at him before swimming away for your life. He was blinded for a second, but then his arms began to work. “You’re not getting away from me this time, Birdie!” he exclaimed through the water attacks you sent his way.

“Die trying!” you shouted back, not expecting such overwhelming thrill at retreating from the swimmer. The excitement, thrumming beneath your skin, had your movements going fast yet frantic, almost no control over your freestyle.

You could not have cared less.

Especially when you were more concerned about not being caught.

Reaching the ends of the pool, you hurriedly turned a sharp right, barely missing him again. You had always expected expert skill from the boy, but he was too agile — he too, seemed like he was born to swim for the rest of his life.

At least it was the sole objective as of this moment. He refused to let you slip away.

It was this determination that had an idea entering his mind.

Stealing a glance behind you, you stopped for a second to find no avid freestyler hot on your heels. You made the mistake of faltering your speed, making a loose turn, trying to dwindle the sound of the splashing and find where he was.

That was when you felt a tug on your ankle.

You didn’t have time to register before you were pulled down into the water, pressure entering your ears instantly the further you sunk. You slapped your hands to your mouth to stop yourself from breathing, but your eyes widened — more so when the culprit glided from under you, facing you with a winning smirk on his lips.

His face said it all. I caught you, Birdie.

You were on to give him your answer when his eyes snapped upwards, the victory flickering on his face. Pressing a finger to his lips, he swam upwards, hearing him gasp for breath.

Needing a breather, you tried to float up to where he was, but his hand underwater palmed your head, stopping your tracks. His voice barely registered in the deep, but what you could make out was his hurried reassurances, and a thousand apologies.

Have you been caught?

“…no of course…late night practising, you already know…forgot my pants…!”

Feeling your lungs tighten, you tugged on Changbin’s leg, trying to hurry him up. His response was an attempt to kick your hand off, but to little success.

At this rate, you were going to die, so you resorted to more violent means — the mere tugging was replaced with shaking his legs right off the sockets, nearly knocking off the boy’s balance. You heard his voice heighten from your antics, and smiled to yourself. The smile did not last long, though, lungs begging for oxygen, and your previous still stance began to falter.

You needed to be out of the water. Now.

Perhaps the boy finally recognised your pains, for his head appeared underwater once more, a few bubbles sprouting from his mouth as he clamped his lips shut, levelling himself with you. Taking your arms in his hands, he led you upwards, you too restless to pry his touch from you.

The outside world greeted you as you escaped the one below, taking in heavy gulps of air as you held onto him, fingers gripping hard onto the swell of his shoulders. You did not comprehend the close proximity, finding yourself almost pressed against his chest, but the idea was forgotten in your mind — focused instead on trying not to die.

Changbin, however, could only think of your body against his.

He should have known that this situation would arise, yet he did not think over the ramifications of his bravado. His hands still held onto you, scared that you would withdraw from him if he moved an inch. God, he was terrified that you would catch the dazed look on his drenched face, and figure out what caused all his flirtatious behaviour.

It didn’t help that you were so clueless, clinging onto him as you gasped for breaths, each touch upon his naked chest sending shockwaves down his wafting body.

And he knew well that electricity and water did not mix.

Eventually giving your lungs enough air to last a lifetime, you cleared your throat, knifing your date with a sour glare. “What…took you so long?” you rasped out.

When you did not receive an answer — simply an odd, rather intense stare from him — you cocked your head, the irritation slowly fading. “Changbin?”

That’s when you noticed the slight shift — his hesitant hands encircling you, as if they wished to hold you but knew they shouldn’t. His eyes, always alight with mischief, now softened, as if gazing upon something he found a little pleasing. Even with his hair slick, barely hanging over his line of sight and dripping down on his bare shoulders, before him stirred quite an awakening within you.

The swimmer felt your fingers burning upon his skin.

He had a feeling you caught onto his fluster.

“That’s…that’s the name, Birdie…” he managed to get out, hoping his stupidity would ease this strange atmosphere which embedded the swimming pool. “You’re wearing it out.”

You didn’t know why his response disappointed you.

What were you expecting? As you stared at him, you could not give justification. What did you want him to say?

What did you want him to do?

You did not know yourself.

Your hands left his shoulders, swimming some distance between the two of you. You could have sworn Changbin’s eyes flickered in disappointment, but it was instantly replaced with curiosity as he stopped you with your voice.

“Where are you off to?” he asked, you catching slight desperation in his tone.

“It’s late,” you said, because there was no other excuse you could offer him. You needed to get away — be far away to stop your mind from questioning your heart around him.

“So?”

Shit. He really needed to restrain his constant curiosity. “So…I should be getting home.”

“You’re not going anywhere,” he countered, gesturing towards the entrance doors. “Not when I had to convince the security guard I was the only kid practising in here.”

“Oh my God, someone saw us?” you asked, nerves creeping back, but for an entirely different reason.

“We were pretty loud, to be fair,” he pondered, but then he waved off the mindless conversation. “But don’t worry, he thinks it’s only me. Your dad won’t be hearing from any dean.”

Nodding inattentively, you kept swaying your legs, used to the coolness of the pool and the ruined clothes you adorned. You sided a glance at your date, who began to lean back into the water, his entire back settling on the surface. “Hey, what are you doing?”

“Lie down with me,” he said, splashing a space beside him without looking at you.

Despite your furrowed brows, you swam closer. “Why?”

“Because I said so,” was his drawl.

“Now I definitely won’t do it.”

“Okay, fine!” you saw his head perk up for a second, dripping from the back. “Please, sweet Birdie, the finest swimmer in the seven seas, will you do me the honour of laying beside my undeserving being?”

Your lips twisted, trying to hold back a disbelieved smile. Letting yourself swim nearer, you said, “Maybe it’s time to go back in your time machine, good sir.”

“Not yet,” he replied, watching you slowly recline into the pool, legs surfacing. “You’re not getting rid of me so soon.”

“I don’t think I ever will at this rate,” you remarked, dipping your head ever so slightly. Looking up, you waited among the silence. The water was like a balm to your back, lapping gently against your body. A breathy exhale escaped you, eyes drifting upwards to the ceiling.

Changbin’s voice entered your ears. “It’s good, isn’t it?”

“Hmm…” you felt your eyes close, spreading your arms, water collecting in your hands. Without realising, your body began to wander along the languid waves, swaying further.

The boy noticed your drift, and clicked his tongue. “Why are you leaving me?” he half-whined, lazily reaching out to you.

“Mmmm…go away, Changbin,” you got out, letting the contained forces of nature guide you in its limited space.

Unfortunately, your date’s determination outraced the lazier waves, head raised slightly to outstretch his hands in the right direction. They caught onto one of your own, halting your wandering.

His fingers were warm as they enveloped yours, small yet secure, and your eyes snapped straight to the boy who reached out.

“Can’t have you straying from me now,” he said faintly, shifting his head till he locked his gaze with yours. “When the night is about to end.”

He waited for you to retract, snarl at his candor.

None came as you muttered, “You have an hour of my time.”

That acceptance had him smiling.

Simultaneously, the two of you gazed upwards at the ceiling, a whole universe away — laying on the water, swaying against your skin. His fingers remained locked with yours, anchoring you to the uncertainty of the waves.

To hell with the hour. You could stay here forever.

Spending time with the boy beside you, nearly dying on his bike — sneaking into the university pool and once again risking consequences was worth this moment of peace. Despite your incessant cursing, Changbin’s incessant teasing and the incessant, agonising emotions mixed in between, you never thought that this day would become so special.

Your eyes fell to your peripheral — the faded image of the swimmer welcomed you, his touch still there, he still there, close to you, hearing the air escape his lips.

No. This peace was worth all the risks in the world.

You let yourself confess that to the water.

“I don’t wanna leave.”

He agreed with a hum. “Laying here, without a care for anything…” He pointed towards the top of the building, where the lights were stuck in lines, shut off. “…it’s really nice.”

“You’re so lucky,” you pondered out loud, the cool caresses lulling you to rest. “You can do this everyday, and no one would say anything. Hell, you’re majoring in this shit.”

“Swimming at Haneol is more than just floating at midnight,” he drawled, sending you a side-eye. “But yeah, I always come here when I want a little quiet.”

There was a beat of heavy silence after, you resorting to the slight movements of the water, and his fleeting touch.

“Why didn’t you come here…” He then clarified louder. “…to the university, I mean?”

Another round of deathly quiet followed, you trying to turn the question over, debate the events after.

Should you tell him?

You closed your eyes, your feet moving along the surface. Could you stomach sharing something a handful of people knew in your life? You only met with these handful, scared of yourself, where you sat on the scale of success.

But then, he could guess why. Being a waitress at a chicken shop was not a dream career.

“You’re…” his voice, so deep and rough, turned mellow in your ears. “You’re too damn good not to be here.”

You did not know why that made you shiver.

“I…I can’t afford it, Changbin.” You sighed. “I…there’s a reason I work all the time at Bok Chicken.”

As you continued, you felt your hands being caressed by his fingers — gently, like light feathers skimming along your skin. It made it all the harder for words to leave your mouth. “The plan is…save up enough and apply next year. I don’t know if it’ll be enough, but…you never know if you don’t try, right?”

“Right.”

His caressing did not stop, forcing you to silence — every slight touch had your throat in shambles. You thanked the stars when he spoke. “There’s gotta be some way!” Although you could not see him, you certainly heard the concern in his voice. “What about scholarships? Or even half-scholarships? Any type of financial aid?”

“I didn’t check much on that, to be honest,” you confided. “I don’t know, I…” You halted. “I don’t know.”

You opened your eyes. “Until then, it’s delivering fried chicken.”

The boy tried to add a lightness to his deflection. “At least you know I’ll always order them.”

A scoff. “It can’t get any worse.”

Faint chuckling resonated in the pool. “Hey, um…” he started, thumb stilling on your hand. “I’m sorry about today.”

That had you turning your head to his side. “Sorry?”

“I…” he inhaled sharply. “I wasted your time today. You got work, you’re in your uniform right now, and I still took you on this…date.” His hold on you slackened. “I know you didn’t wanna come today, but I still made you.”

You watched him struggle for words, a sight so unusual for a swimmer so confident in himself. You could not help the giggle that set itself free, caught instantly by him. “Are you laughing at me?”

“No, no,” you reassured him. “But you’re…I didn’t want to come today.” Biting your lip, you locked your gaze with his. “But, honestly? I didn’t hate it.”

Changbin snorted, shaking his head. “Gee, thanks a lot,” he crowed. “I can definitely class this as a successful night!”

“If you would let me elaborate!” you exclaimed, splashing him with your enclasped hands. “You have to admit, it wasn’t the greatest start. I nearly died on that bike!”

“But you didn’t!”

“No, I guess not.” You carried on, lowering your voice. “But even that…I enjoyed it.”

It didn’t look like the boy believed that. “I’m serious!” you persisted. “When we went down that hill, it was…exhilarating. And then this.” You raised your hand, gesturing to the entire building. “Being in the pool, swimming in it…even if it meant being chased half crazy by you,” you added, earning a groan from him, “Even with all of that…I loved every second of it.”

You held his lingering stare.

“With all that chaos, Changbin, I found a little peace.”

His smile faltered.

“So…don’t say sorry.” Your eyes slid upwards again, never forgetting the fingers which threatened to let go. “I would do it all over again.”

You paused, then, finding this particular moment a little too sentimental. You added on hurryingly, “If you leave out the whole bike fiasco, that is.”

The boy seemed to ignore the last part, completely dazed at your heartfelt honesty. He did not expect — dared not expect — for this day to go as successful as he planned, but listening to you almost ramble to him and the water gave him small hope.

A small flicker of a hope that you would not mind doing this again.

That had him squeezing your hand without thinking.

“I’ll teach you properly next time.”

Your brow raised. “Next time?”

Despite his inner frenzy, he had the nerve to wink. “I told you, Birdie. You’re not getting rid of me.”

Despite your own chaos residing inside, you let yourself smile. “What a shame.”

There was a tender period of time passing between you, gazing at each other with undecipherable emotions, too many words being left unsaid. You did not mind it, though. Changbin’s eyes gave you more comfort than any of his words could. More comfort than you would have liked.

Was he staying here the entire night? You took in a sharp breath. Were you going to stay the entire night with him?

You could not ponder further as you felt yourself being pulled closer.

With your hand locked with his, his tugging drifted you closer to him. “You’re so far away,” he murmured, a few inches from you in this new distance.

The water around you began to warm up the more you stared at the boy beside you. “I’m still beside you,” you said, as gently as he. “I was all day.”

“Mmmm…I know,” he got out, eyes heavy lidded. “But right now,” he sighed, and the exhale fanned your lips. “I need you closer.”

You could only answer in silence. Stunned, shaking silence.

Every atom in your brain should have been screaming to push him and his still very naked chest away from you, swim away from him for eternity. God, you should have known better than to stay floated with a boy you swore to dislike.

Your heart, and it’s sudden uneven beating, urged a different path entirely.

A path you wanted to take more than logic.

The swimmer dipped his feet downwards, guiding you till you both stood straight in the water, legs working lazily to keep you both upright. His free hand snaked along your waist, keeping the distance to a minimum, refusing to let even a sliver of water drift between you two.

The ends of his hair, almost curtailing his eyes, dripped droplets onto your face as he leaned in. “Push me away, Birdie,” he whispered, the enclasped hand moving in the water.

As you tilted your head, the droplets fell on your lips. You parted your mouth, the corner of your lips curving.

“Not tonight, asshole.”

This would have been when Changbin dipped his head, claiming your lips and kissing you in the light of the moon.

What happened, in reality, was the interruption of keys jingling — further helped by the thumping of boots, and a creaking of opening doors.

His hands froze on your body.

“Shit.”

And before the security guard could spot the both of you, the boy sucked in a deep breath before plunging himself in the pool, taking you down with him.

You had about two seconds to gulp in air before you submerged into the water, all sense of the outside world warping around you. You looked at your date, who had his eyebrows furrowed as he kept a steady hold on you.

One thing that caught you off guard was the pure rage sparking off his features.

Part of you was scared his anger would boil the pool to evaporation, but most of you was beyond confused, surprised to see such an extreme reaction emitting.

His gaze darted to your lips, however, and it was then you realised why he was so angry.

He wanted to kiss you.

God, he really wanted to kiss you crazy.

You thought you would look away in embarrassment at the revelation.

What you did instead shocked the two of you still.

Grabbing onto his face, the force had a few bubbles escaping from his mouth. You did not wait for his reaction as you closed your eyes and swooped forward.

Straight onto his lips.

A small noise reverated within him, but you did not open your mouth, did not let him open his — you simply planted yours to his, letting the concept of time warp into ruin as you kissed the boy who made your days a living hell, and this single night an undeserving heaven.

The whole world stilled around you, as if it, too, waited for you to proceed with this act of courage. Thankfully so, giving you this precious time to feel the softness of his lips, experience the shock etched upon them. Your hands held his face gently, his locks like velvet underneath this personal ocean you two swam in.

Forcing yourself to pull away, you had to exhale, bubbles floating to the top. Your heart, too, refused to listen, hearing it beat unusually fast in your ears.

From the look on Changbin’s face, you thought — hoped — he was feeling the same.

You found out when he put his hand on his mouth, eyes widening to a dangerous extent. He retracted a little, hair following in slow motion, to stop himself from inhaling the water.

He could not believe what just happened.

He should — the sensation of your lips stayed, as if a part of you had been stamped on his mouth. His fingers skimmed over it, and his legs halted their movement in an overwhelming realisation.

You kissed him. You kissed him before he could.

Hearing the doors close faintly over the hum of the pool, you raised your chin, implying the next move. It took him a moment to figure out, mind still in disarray from your bravado, but he understood. Taking your hands in his, he swam upwards to the surface, pulling you with him in a hurried grip.

Breaking through, you raked your gaze over your surroundings, finding no security guard in sight — simply the stars peeking through the windows, and a boy who could not take his eyes off of you.

You tried not to let it affect you as you got out, “He’s gone.” When you were answered with , you repeated yourself, your hold sliding higher on his arms. “The guard’s gone, Changbin—”

“You kissed me.”

This time, you gave him silence. Blinking back at his statement, you began to wonder whether you should have stayed a coward underneath.

You tried to explain yourself. “Um, well, I just thought that…you know, we were about to,” you stammered, forcing yourself to retract your hands from him. “We were…you came a little closer and—shit,” you then hissed, starting to withdraw from him. “I’m sorry, this was a mistake—”

Fortunately, your rambling was interrupted, suddenly cut off in the best possible way.

Cut off with a tug of your wrists towards a hard chest, and a pair of familiar lips colliding with yours.

The surprise threw you off completely. A small whine morphed onto your mouth, only to be drowned by Changbin’s lips, his fingers creeping over your chin. The velvety, languid movements of his mouth upon yours had you collapsing underwater if it weren’t for his hand on your waist, pulling you further into him. If you thought your heartbeat raced before, it was galloping at full speed now, threatening to burst out of your chest.

With a gasp you pulled away, breath heavy as your frenzied eyes darted upwards at him. His own were half-lidded, hooded with a dark emotion you dared not explore.

“Don’t,” he rasped, voice deeper than all the seas you’ve swam in. “Don’t say sorry for kissing me again.”

You blinked at that warning, unable to say anything, words fully failing you. The boy, using that to his advantage, drifted you forward in his hold, closer to the edge of the pool, where the end turned more shallow.

When your feet touched the ground, they responded to his advances, taking the slow steps until your back hit the ceramic tiling. Both his hands held the edge, caging you in his hold.

“Wait,” you got out, just before Changbin could have made you breathless. “What if he comes back?”

Perhaps you should not have bothered asking, for his face said it all.

Still, he spelled it out for you in a guttural tone.

“I don’t give a fuck if he comes back, sweetheart.”

That was all the clarification you needed as he swooped down upon your mouth.

He pushed up against you, snuffing out any remaining distance, refusing to let you slip away again as he moved his lips along with yours. With one hand barring you, the other inched up to your face, thumb and forefinger holding your chin and tilting your head. The result was an even deeper pleasure oozing from his mouth as it delved him deeper, making his insides somersault into insanity.

Even you could hardly contemplate the situation you found yourself in, despite your body working on its own accord and following along to his kisses. Hard chest pressed against yours, you felt every fine muscle sculpted on his abdomen. His presence, you found as he buried himself in your lips, was powerful — with his mere mouth he possessed total control over you, his magnetic force unable to break you away from him.

Not that you wanted to. Not one bit.

Especially when his tongue slid along the seam of your lips, awaiting entrance.

You would never refuse.

Parting your mouth, you let him inside — a right decision, when his tongue caressed yours, and you felt your entire soul collapse into the water, saved only by his strong hands keeping you upright. He explored you further, taking great enjoyment in swirling his tongue along with yours, eliciting sounds from you which had you burning.

Eventually, you had to break away, gasping for breath, taken away by yours truly. Holding onto him for dear life, you paused as you looked upwards, unsure whether you even had the strength, when the boy before you had robbed you of it.

His eyes, to your delight, blazed with hunger.

“Changbin…” you breathed out, gripping his shoulders tightly, scared that if you let go, you would drown in the water.

He, on the other hand, could not suppress the shudder overtaking him.

You, whispering his name like a pleading…

It only amplified his longing.

He was not letting you drift away this time.

And perhaps he would have been successful, would have explored you till the end of time, if a harsh, awful voice didn’t roar across the pool.

“What the hell are you both doing here?!”

Both of you felt your shit freeze over.

There was a moment of pure stillness, none of you quite believing if the scratchy demand, laced with anger and retribution, was actually said, or whether it was purely delusion courtesy of breathing in too much chlorine.

However, when the two of you turned your head towards the hell-sent security guard, flashlight stark in your face and expression akin to a bull, the hard reality hit hard.

Changbin, gaze still perched on the man, leaned closer to you, whispered as faintly as possible.

“Do you know what this means?”

Not moving an inch, you let your eyes dart to his face.

A promise of adventure was written all over it.

“Time to fly, Birdie.”

RUNNING AWAY FROM SECURITY WAS MORE TERRIFYING THAN EXHILARATING.

If it weren’t for the man’s age, he would have easily caught you, and then you’d never be able to step foot near the university again.

Luckily for you, you had your date’s sheer determination, and his expertise in escaping punishment to help you in this situation. His hand, hauling you out of the swimming pool and zooming out of the building through the emergency doors was your sole lifeline, a kite racing through the skies, with you holding onto its string.

Catching the night air upon your drenched skin brought you a whole new meaning of being cold frozen, but your teeth forgot to chatter as you were hurried to the bike racks at the entrance. Your hand was let loose as your escapee adorned his dry shirt and jacket, picked up while all hell broke loose.

“Come back here!”

“Jump on,” Changbin ordered, pushing his bike out, instantly swinging his leg over the seat. “Quick!”

On this rare occasion you obliged him instantly, settling on the back. Wrapping your arms around him didn’t seem a terrible idea anymore, patting him to let him know you were ready. “Go, go, go!”

“Hang on, tight!” He warned, splurging his energy on his feet as they began pedalling, the guard a few feet away from you.

Just when he was about to grab hold of the end, you were whisked away into the night.

“You won’t get away with this!” You heard the distant threats of the man, waving his fist in the air, light flashing we’ll around him. The boy looked back, droplets of water flying amongst the rushing wind through his locks. He answered him with a mock salute, smirking all the way.

You, on the other hand, dared not look back, the exhilaration caught up to your throat, refusing to let you speak. You resorted to clutching your ride’s back a little tighter, afraid this might be the last time you would see the pool of your dreams.

“Shit, that was close,” he said, taking a quick turn onto the main road, mindful of the few cars that drove by at such late hours. “I really thought he was gonna catch us.”

Answering him with nervous quiet, you watched the familiar trees and houses fly past you, figuring out where he was taking you.

What if Dad finds out? What if he gets a call from the University?

The questions rushed in, burst into the chambers of your mind, and the harder they were to respond, the tighter your grip became. At one point, a choke resounded from the boy in front of you. “God, sweetheart, easy on the hold!” He tinkled the bell to a fellow cyclist, turning onto another road. “I know you can’t get enough of me, but you’re gonna make me crash!”

What you should have said was a nasty remark to shut him up, but the freezing water had gotten to your head. “They’re gonna call my dad,” you began, voice wavering. “They’re gonna tell him about what I did, and then I’ll never be allowed near Haneol—”

“Woah, woah,” he cut you off, stealing a glance back at you. “First of all, no one’s saying anything. That security guard may be cranky, but he didn’t recognise you.”

“How do you know that, Changbin?” You demanded, shivering. “He put his flashlight all up in our faces, and now he’s gonna put those posters up where they’ll take a terrible picture of me in middle school and use that—”

“You’re not a criminal,” he retorted. “And stop overthinking! No one’s going to do any of that, I’ll make sure of it.”

“Oh, cause you run the swimming department, right?” You crowed, glaring daggers at his back. “One word from you and everyone changes their plans?”

Silence reigned then, the bike doing one last turn as you ended up in your close, the familiar small shops for the first time unable to welcome you with their shut off lights and closed doors. The street lights were your sole guidance, lighting the way to Bok Chicken.

Stretching his legs, Changbin let his feet skid on the ground, causing the bike to slow. It finally halted before the grey, stone steps of your home.

A side-look was thrown your way. “Your last stop.”

Getting off the bike, you dusted yourself and your wet uniform, praying your father had gone to sleep. “You get going, now,” you said, waiting for him to cycle away.

He nodded, foot on the pedal. Two seconds later, he aggressively shook his head, following your footsteps as he laid the bike on the ground. “Wait.”

Straightening up, he locked his hands behind his back. “I’m…sorry for that whole fiasco back there.”

“No, don’t say that. It wasn’t your fault.” You crossed your arms. “The guard should have minded his business.”

“Right?” A click of his tongue. “What the hell was he doing, carrying out his job? Couldn’t he have slackened off today?”

You let a smile expose, looking down at your feet. “Thanks for tonight,” you muttered, kicking away the pebbles in your path. “For…everything that happened.”

A pause occurred before he clarified, voice raising comically high, “Everything?”

“I’m not gonna spell it out for you!”

“But I’m awfully bad at spelling!” His hands shot out, grabbing onto your arms and tugging you close.

Instinctively you glanced up, mesmerised by the intensity of his mischievous eyes. “What?” You asked, pretending like his stare did make you forget the alphabet altogether.

“You know what I’m most pissed about?”

You flicked your brows upwards in question, urging him on. When his hold on you slithered down, right onto your waist, he obliged you with a response.

“I’m so…God!” he sniped out, fingers tightening on your sides, “I’m so pissed he caught us when I was kissing you.”

He didn’t let you say anything, continuing in a hoarse whisper. “You know what I would have done if he hadn’t stopped us?”

Parting your mouth, you inhaled sharply. “Wh…what?”

But he didn’t answer you, like the world class asshole that he was — still, the alternative was much better, as he slotted his lips along yours, snatching your breath away. He teased you with unhurried movements, letting you slide your hands up to his shoulders, lock around his neck.

You would have opened your mouth fully for him if he had not broke apart, his slowly grinning mouth glistening under the moon. “That,” he uttered out, “I will reveal to you on our next date.”

And then he was leaving you on the steps of the restaurants, picking his bike off the ground. It took you a second to crash back into reality, mouth twisting into a sour frown. “Hey!” You exclaimed, propping your fists on your hips. “You’re not getting a second date with the shit you just pulled!”

“We’ll see about that,” he merely replied, cool as the night air lingering as he settled atop his bicycle. His smile softened a bit, hands gripping the handles. “I’ll make sure you’re not gonna get called up by any dean.”

Nerves easing, you returned his beaming. “Thank you, Changbin.”

He waved off your gratitude with a small shake of his head. “Just tell me, Birdie,” he started, turning his bike as he spoke, “Will I see you again?”

You knew what he meant.

Not you as a waitress and he as a customer.

You never should admit such vulnerable things to boys like Seo Changbin.

It was a shame he was too good at everything he did — whether that be biking from the claws of death, or making a girl like you unable to dislike him.

So you let your smile grow wider.

“Yes. Yes, you will.”

That was all he ever wanted to hear.

“Good.”

With a nod of his head, he pedalled away into the night, leaving him to the mercy of the moon and stars.

And as you crept back into your house — discarding your wet attire, changing into your nightwear — collapsing on the bed with your phone in your hand and your heart at your sleeve, you wondered how a swimmer you once despised had swam his way so deep into your life.

THIS TIME, YOU DID NOT ARGUE WITH YOUR FATHER OVER YOUR LOCATION.

Happily you took the bags from him, he watching you in confusion over your brightened attitude. You didn’t let him comment on it, bursting out of the door and onto the steps.

Your scooter was fired up in seconds, chicken safe behind your back as you travelled the well known roads, nodding to the same nature surrounding you almost everyday. Phone ringing continuously, you let it vibrate within your coat, knowing exactly who distubred your peaceful journey. Smile creeping, you rushed past the cars, barely missing the red light as you turned to your destination.

The swimming building came instantly into view, a dark speck in the distance waving you over. Slowing down, the speck sharpened into a much familiar boy, glowing in the sunlight as he leaned against the bike racks. When your scooter stopped moving, he straightened, walking towards you in all his sports jacketed, long shorts-clad glory.

“Hey, Birdie,” he greeted, voice more and more like a deep melody in your ears. “Fancy you showing up on time for once.”

“You better pay more tips for that attitude,” you replied, matching his mischievous grin.

“I can’t promise that,” he said, taking his order from your seat, “But I can offer something else.”

“Oh, yeah?” You got off, leaning it against the building. “If it’s lesson two of how to ride a bike, then I’ll take the extra money.”

He let out a low hum in warning, gaze lowering. “You got the suit underneath?”

As you nodded, he held out his hand. “Let’s go.”

Despite taking it, you furrowed your brows. “Why are we eating the chicken inside the pool centre?”

Ushering you inside, he navigated the hallways. “We’re not,” he voiced. “I just ordered it to bring you to me.”

“You know you could just…call me and ask if you wanted me to stop by here.”

Leading you to another corner, you picked up on the scent of chlorine, the pool closeby. “But then you’d say no because you’re working. Technically, you’re indulging a customer right now.”

You could not help the roll of eyes. “I should have dropped the order off to your two friends.”

“Hmm, but you didn’t, did you?” Entering the vast space, the huge swimming pool welcomed you after a long night. “Because you wanted to see me.”

He looked at you, and you averted your gaze, neck heating as you snatched your hand from him. “One more smartass comment and I’m going.”

But he was only taking his jacket off, clicking his tongue. “No you’re not,” he rejected, tossing the clothing behind him, beside the food. “Not before carrying out what we intended last night.”

Your puzzlement had him jerking his head towards the water. “You owe me a race, Birdie.”

“What?” You crossed your arms. “Since when?”

“Since yesterday.” The grey shirt followed, and observing his sleek abdomen once again was a surprising sight, but unfortunately welcome. “You see, the real reason I brought you here last night was because I wanted to see how good you were at swimming.”

He carried on, not oblivious to your flustered movements as a smirk snuck onto his face. “Of course, we became more occupied in…other activities—” he chuckled as an irritated groan escaped you, “—but, my curiosity remains.”

Pining you with his stare, he waved a hand towards your true love, waves lapping inside. “One race,” he requested. “And then I can confidently say that I’m the better swimmer.”

That had you exclaiming hey! but Changbin paid little mind, taking off his shoes as he crept closer to the pool.

Turning his head back, his gaze offered opportunity. “Prove it,” he said. Taunted. “One race. You won’t regret it.”

His words had you thinking back to an old conversation, voiced in this very location. How far away it seemed at this hour.

Slowly, you began to undress, slivers of your swimsuit revealed underneath. The swimmer watched you as you took off each item of your uniform, throwing it behind you.

You caught his shameless grin, and took every ounce of your strength not to hide away in embarrassment. It didn’t help that your heartbeat decided to race along with you two. “Stop it,” you hissed, earning a splutter of laughter from him. “God, I regret this already!”

“No you don’t,” he countered, taking your wrist and pulling you beside him. “You said you’d regret going out on a date with me, and look at you now.”

He was awarded with a sour glare. “Another self-obsessed comment, and I’m throwing you in the pool.”

But when the boy’s eyes began to dance at the challenge, you could only stare back in a stupid manner, hair standing on the back of your neck because, well, he was not wrong.

You did not regret the risk in going on a date with him.

Not in the slightest, because yesterday was one of the best nights you had experienced.

And it was all because of him — his awful bike, his reckless desires, and his dire need to be forever close to you.

So you only looked ahead, letting your lips curl upwards, just a little.

“Oh my God, is that a smile I see?”

Terrible mistake.

A mistake you glad you committed as you raised your arms in an arc, and dove into the pool with him.

[itsgaga]

A-Z NSFW(Nikki Sixx)

this is my third time writing this so please excuse how bad it may or may not sound

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

At first Nikki wasn’t good with aftercare, he was used to being really selfish during and after sex so when it came to you he didn’t really know what to do afterwards. After you guys had done it a couple times you had explained to him why aftercare was important which ultimately changed how he treated you after sex. He slowly became more caring and affectionate wanting to cuddle with you, get you whatever you want/need, and he will clean you off.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Nikki fucking loves your legs and your neck, your legs though, like dude is obsessed with them. There's something about them that makes Nikki feel a certain type of way, as for your neck...it’s a jealous possessive thing. He loves to mark you up, especially when he is jealous, so your neck is the easiest place to go to. 

As for himself, he’ll tell you his dick. Mostly because that thing can do wonders. It pleases you, it pleases himself, what is there not to love about it? 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Nikkis cum is everywhere. It’s that simple. He wants it everywhere. The fucking sight of it afterwards is like a piece of art to him, idk why he’s like that, he’s a filthy dude, ok? I mean like yeah cumming in you or somewhere on your is fine but no this man just loves being dirty and getting it everywhere. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He doesn’t really have much, he’s a open book, he’ll tell you everything he likes and wants to do but maybe that he loves to fuck in public because he wants to get caught. You guys haven’t got caught yet but Nikki really wants you to, like if you ever notice Nikki will extra loud in public it’s for that reason.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Hello? He’s Nikki fucking Sixx. What do you think?

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary. He loves to watch your face and your reactions while he’s fucking you. It could also tie in with that jealous side of him knowing that no other guy would see you like that, knowing that what he is doing is putting you in your most vulnerable state it all just turns him on even more.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Nikki is a fiend. Nikki is not a saint. At least during sex, meaning Nikki is serious as can be. He’s all about devouring you and wants to do it better than how he did last time so he has no time to be goofy. But, there are those rare moments where that all disappears and he becomes softer and more gentle, like he will hold your hand and smile, that could happen for special things like birthdays or just when he wants to be more romantic. 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He didn’t groom that shit at all for the first couple times yall fucked, but he started to around the same time aftercare became a thing. As for color it pretty much matches the rest of his hair.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Like I said he has his moments, it’s not like he doesn’t like to be romantic with you he just feels like it would be even more special if that side of him came out at more special times.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

I don’t think so. I think Nikki is always horny and he’s kind of learned to just deal with it but if he can’t and you aren’t there to help him out he would call you and get off with phone sex.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Spanking, choking, and roleplay. Theres a lot more like wax play, bondage, etc etc. But I think spanking, choking, and roleplay comes mostly everytime you guys fuck, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh he loves when you call him daddy. He likes when you sound like a needy whiny mess. Oh and Nikki is a dom no doubt, you can take control sometimes but he is a whole other level of dominant. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Tour bus, dressing room, hotel rooms, closets, bedrooms, cars, really anywhere. I think he likes bedrooms because thats where the kinky stuff can happen but he likes a challenge and will try that stuff in public. He has tried to fuck you over every piece of furniture, couch, counter, desk, etc. Like I said earlier he loves to fuck in public so... expect that anywhere you go. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

What doesn’t though? Nikki’s jealousy will get you bent over a piece of furniture in .5 seconds. Nikki after a concert is him running off stage and pulling you in the closest room possible. Whisper in his ear or talk in a lower tone then your natural talking voice and you two are in bed. Like it doesn’t take much from you to turn him on. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Threesomes or Voyeurism. Like I said Nikki is jealous/possessive. No sharing. I think the idea of it would turn him on until it actually happens and he would end up getting up really jealous.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

The dude is a fucking god. He loves receiving but giving? You won’t be able to walk. So he likes both receiving and giving. receiving because he loves to see you on your knees for him and the way you look at him while your giving head, while giving he loves to hear the way you sound, the way you taste, and the way your body reacts to him and his tongue.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and rough. “The faster you go the more orgaisms you can get in a night, the slower you go the less you get in the same amount of time” idk. NIKKI LOVES ROUGHNESS, like seriously he is not a easy simple cum and go guy. He’s a i’m gonna fuck you so hard that you’re gonna cum 10 times by morning type of guy.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

If he’s horny and you’re there then you’re having a quickie, he prefers to have time to fuck but honestly you both get horny at the mist random times so it just has to be done. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Hahaha, yes. Anything you wanna try Nikki is down. I’m serious anything, anything at all he will say yes, he’s always looking to try new things with you especially things he hasn’t done with anyone else before.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Night to morning. Morning to night. Idk maybe. I think he will keep going until either you or him say you can’t handle it anymore. But as for rounds I would say 4 to 6 maybe a half an hour to a hour long.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I think he has some, not as much as one may think but I feel like he may have a couple vibrators, bondage, some plugs, dildos, blindfolds, handcuffs. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

BIGGEST FUCKING TEASE. He loves teasing the shit out of you. Will have you so close to having a orgaism and then pull away with a big stupid fucking grin on his face.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He won’t make a sound until he leans down to your ear and will start grunting and moaning, it drives you wild and he knows it which is why he does it everytime you guys fuck. He has and always will do that unless you’re in public then there’s no stopping whats coming out his mouth.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He loves dirty talk, but mostly from you. It’s the only time you have ever actually seen Nikki visibly weak. He especially loves when you do it and look at him innocently, it really pushes him to a limit that no other woman has before.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Now from the pictures that I totally haven’t seen ;) he isn’t small but he isn’t huge. I think he’s a grower not a shower which is fine, he knows what he is doing and knows how to use it right.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He could take you anywhere, anytime, anyday. He’s ready whenever he’s just waiting for you to be ready too.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It takes him a little longer to fall asleep then it does to you so while you’re asleep and just lays there cuddling you wondering how you went from whatever he was just fucking into a soft innocent looking angel.

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Sesshomaru|| SFW Alphabet

A/N: Heheh he seggsy ft. a gender neutral reader

Word Count: 2140

A: Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Sesshomaru shows affection by cutting off the heads of those that would dare threaten you and overall ensuring your safety. He also lets you lay on him, whether in human form or demon form, the fact that he lets you lay on him, let alone be near him when he’s so vulnerable speaks volumes of your bond.

B: Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Sesshomaru doesn’t really do best friends, if he’s interested in you, he’ll make it known when he feels is most appropriate but otherwise you’re likely in his mind at least a subordinate or acquaintance at most.

C: Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

As stated before, Sesshomaru is a secret cuddler, even more surprising is the fact that he’s good at it. Sesshomaru’s cuddles are warm and fluffy and his arm wrapped tight around your waist makes you feel safe and secure. When he’s cuddling you, he’ll also bury his head into the junction between your neck and shoulder, to him this is where your scent is strongest and he loves to be reminded of it as the rest of your scent slowly blends into his.

D: Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Settling down for Sesshomaru is kind of a weird term, it takes a lot of explaining and even then he’s still confused. When you ask him about it though, he informs you that you’re more than welcome to stay at his castle, but part of his duty is patrolling his land. He can’t settle down but he swears to you that you’ll never want for anything so long as you allow him to stand by your side.

E: Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

To be honest, Sesshomaru would probably just drop you off at the nearest human settlement/demon settlement (if it’s a really bad breakup he’ll just leave you to fend for yourself). If Rin is particularly attached to you, he may feel bad internally but in his mind, she’ll have to understand that the two of you just weren’t meant to last.

F: Fiance(e) (How would they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Sesshomaru is kind of already engaged to you once you accept his courting offer. While he won’t be pushy about it, he does want to marry you as soon as possible. The moment you agree to marry him is the happiest day of his long life, and the whole affair is a week long festivity followed by a month long honeymoon.

G: Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Sesshomaru is by no means gentle. Maybe if pushed to the brink of desperation to where your life was in danger, he’d crack just a little bit, the aftermath of which he’d make some excuse to always be holding or carrying you. Overall though, he’s not really gentle but he doesn’t need to be, he more than makes up for it because he treats you like you’re a gift from the heavens and a grace to all living things.

H: Hugs( Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He doesn’t initiate hugs, ever. He lets Rin hug him and you but that’s about it. If anyone else tried to hug him, he’d cut their arms off and if anyone aside from Jaken or Ah-Un saw him receiving a hug they’d better start running.

I: I love you (How fast do they say the L-word)

Like with settling down, it takes some convincing and a lot of explanation on your part for him to understand how three words convey to you the depth of his devotion. The way he says ‘i love you’ isn’t through words (although he eventually does say so to make you happy) it’s through the way his gaze melts just a little bit when he sees you, it’s in the smile he gives no one but you, it’s in the way he’s willing to give up everything, just for you.

J: Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous)

When Sesshomaru gets jealous, it’s actually kind of serious. He doesn’t get jealous as he has no need to but seeing how Mukotsu stole you away from him and hearing how one of the thunder brothers tried to marry you made his blood boil with rage. If he hadn’t already disposed of Mukotsu he’d have made him die a slow death by Sesshomaru’s poison. Also, the fact that Inuyasha killed the thunder brothers is one of the few things he doesn’t begrudge his brother for.

K: Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Sesshomaru’s kisses are rough and demanding, even when he’s trying to be soft with you. Something in his nature that wants to assert dominance even in the tamest expressions of love. It’s not like you mind though, his kisses always leave you breathless and wanting more.

L: Little ones (How are they around children)

As evidenced by Rin (and kind of Kohaku), Sesshomaru is really good with kids. He’s just firm and uncaring enough to keep kids in line while still letting them play and explore. And deep, deep, deep down, he enjoys kids because of the almost naive outlook they have on the world, but he’d never admit that.

M: Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings with Sesshomaru are really nice and pleasant...until you have to pee. At which point it becomes an almost wrestling contest against a clingy cuddly demon who still wants to be pressed against his mate until time forces you both to wake up. It doesn’t help either that you’re likely sore from the night before.

N: Night (How are nights spent with them?)

The SFW version of a night with Sesshomaru usually consists of you telling Rin (and a bitter Jaken) stories around the fire. Rin will probably help you put your hair up before you go to sleep and when the little ball of energy finally collapses, you tuck her in and kiss her forehead. Sesshomaru in the meanwhile, would watch all of this from a distance, his superior senses negating any need to be close anyways; plus he prefers to watch over all of you from afar before sneaking under the covers next to you while you’re asleep.

O: Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Sesshomaru doesn’t necessarily mean to shut you out he just reveals information on a need to know basis. In addition to that, most of his thoughts are carefully revealed through small subconscious reactions or expressions that take you a while to even pick up on, much less interpret. Eventually though, he does become open with you, you become the only person in the world that he trusts with the full breadth of his secrets and vulnerability.

P: Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He’s a 50/50 split. He can be patient when he wants to, but sometimes people are moving too slow for his liking and he starts to feel his hand twitch with the urge to use his claws. To get him angry to the point of it being visible on his face or even to the point that he shifts into his demon form is something few (namely Inuyasha and Kagome) are capable of. With you though, he does get a little impatient, especially at the beginning when you didn’t understand his grunting, but never fully enraged to the point of transforming.

Q: Quizzes (How much would they remember about you?  Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Sesshomaru remembers things about you like your scent, what makes you happy, what makes you mad, etc., all very basic information for him. He doesn’t really bother to remember things like anniversaries or birthdays just for the simple fact that his concept of time is completely different to yours. He doesn’t see the point in celebrating anniversaries (he manages by noticing the changes in your scent when yalls anniversary is approaching) and he finds it amusing that you celebrate his birthday, he hates celebrating yours though because it just reminds him that you’re human and each year is closer and closer to an eternity he’ll have to inevitably spend without you.

R: Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Sesshomaru’s  favorite moment in your relationship was when Rin accidently likened you to a parental figure one day. You managed to keep it together, but the moment she got distracted you turned to him and just sobbed into the fluff of his tail. The memory still makes him laugh but you swore him to secrecy, and he fears ever so slightly what you’d do if he broke that vow.

S: Security (How protective are they? How would they like to be protected?)

Sesshomaru does all the physical protection in your relationship. He can sense danger better even when far away and has skills and senses that you really can’t compare to. Although, Sesshomaru never sees you as inferior to him, as long as you rub his head and shoo away Kagome whenever she tries to be too sisterly with him, he’s all good.

T: Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

As mentioned earlier, Sesshomaru, while he doesn’t care for anniversaries, definitely makes a big event out of showing his love to you. Although the two of you aren’t dating, you’re courting (or married), he still manages to make you feel like the most beautiful person on Earth when he takes you out. If your date isn’t a private personal affair, he’s making a big show of it. Everyone in the land will know that you are his and that you are incredible in every way (basically multiple feasts/parties held in your honor).

U: Ugly (What are some bad habits of theirs? (I’m gonna add arguments here because they aren’t on the prompt list I found))

A bad habit of Sesshomaru’s is his impatience. He can be patient, but it’s mostly a façade, one in place to maintain his cool, unbothered persona. Truth is, many things bother him and he tends to just bottle it up and let it build until it boils over. Now, he may snap at you, but it’s most likely that he’ll walk away to go hack at a tree and not speak to you for a while. This leads to his second bad habit, his aloofness. While Sesshomaru is always aloof, it’s not usually a bad thing. But if he gets into one of his moods and you push and push and push, it will cause an argument.

V: Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Sesshomaru isn’t concerned with his looks, he always looks flawless. 

W: Worry (changed bcus I don’t like how the original frames relationships)

Sesshomaru does worry about you a lot. He tries not to say anything or let it bother him but it seems like every second he’s reminded of your human fragility. One day for trip over a tree root, the next you poke your finger sewing Rin’s clothes, and just one after another until your damned birthday comes around again and he’s reminded of the fact that you’ll get old much faster than he will. Needless to say, he worries about you a lot.

X: (E)xes (Any previous relationship experience. How does that factor into your current relationship?)

He has some previous relationship experience, mostly from matches his mom set up or random hookups. You’re most likely his first and only serious relationship.

Y: Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner)

He thinks people who seek to gain power/get ahead through frivolous means to be some of the most distasteful scum of the Earth. Aside from that he doesn’t really dislike anyone, aside from humans, or half-demons, or other demons, or anyone weaker than him, or... we could be here all day, but he pretty much only likes you, Ah-Un, Rin, Kohaku, and sometimes Jaken

Z: Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Sesshomaru has never really had to sleep in a bed proper before you so he can just kinda fall asleep anywhere and be perfectly fine. His other skills include sleeping while standing and sleeping with his eyes open.

[drakenology]

A B C’s with Todoroki Shoto.

hiii! so I got this little idea while leisurely scrolling through bnha smut. idk if this creator is the originator of the trend but I wanna give credit anyways so shout out to @nillabeam​ for inspiring me to drabble on and on about my shoto doin the dirty. 

warnings: smut (obvi so 18+ please), slight daddy kink, all characters are aged up, and some swearing cause I feel like it. 

enjoy my little heathens!

A- Aftercare

Oh don’t be fooled by Todo’s calm and stoic demeanor. He is fucking insatiable in bed. 

But after a long night of ravishing you until you’re drunk on his cock, he’ll run you both a bath to soak your muscles in and relax.

Would help you in and out of the bath as he washed you up, rinsing your back for you. 

He’d leave kisses where he left harsh hickies. 

Would tell you how much he loved you, and gush about how delicate and pretty you were. EEK!!

B- Body Part 

He loved your breasts. 

You would often catch him staring at them as you talked to him, earning a stern look on your face to remind him to pay attention to you.

Would fuck you on your back just to watch them bounce and jiggle around 

He felt like your boobs were always so happy to see him, perking up when he would grab them. 

Would kiss them during sex and loves playing and sucking on them. 

Most of your hickies were all over them 

As for his own body, He really likes how toned and strong his arms got. 

He wants to protect you, so he got stronger so he can beat people up for you if he needed to. aww how sweet. 

C- Cum

He cums all over his favorite part of your body (see B). 

He also likes to cum inside you, cause he’s got a small teeny weeny breeding kink. 

You always cum first.. like it’s mandatory. He simply can’t bring himself to do it knowing you haven’t had your fill. 

When you go down on him thoooooo..

He loved to cum all over your pretty face. He always thought you looked gorgeous painted in his cum. 

He’d kiss your lips after you gave him head if a little bit of his hot cum was still on your mouth. 

D- Dirty Secret

As I said, Todoroki was a stoic and cool person out in public. 

He didn’t appear to be as sexually savant as he is 

but BABY

I’m tellin you, in the bedroom Todo is a beast. 

He really liked being called daddy.

It was something about watching your cute little face twist in pleasure whine and beg for him to fuck you. 

“Address me right, princess.” ASDGFJKF

HUGE daddy kink, da fuqq.

E- Experience 

eh.. some.

He had another girlfriend before you; some girl Endeavor set him up with. She cheated on him. 

but yeah.. my baby knows what he’s doing.

He loved showing you his moves. Watching your amazed and fucked out face was his favorite part of fucking you. 

F- Favorite Position

He loved them all tbh. 

He liked to experiment with a lot of different positions, getting bored pretty quickly.

But his tried and true is missionary.

He got to watch your face react to his every maneuver, kiss your neck to mark you up as his territory as he whispers in your ear sweet praises 

“Good girl, kitten.” “So good for me.” “You feel so good, baby”

Also your luscious breasts were front and center for him to stare at as he pounds you ooooooooo. 

G- Goofy

Yeah soo.. Shoto is a little serious. A little too serious in fact. 

Once when you two were making out he lifted you up, trying to carry you into your room as he bumped your head on the door frame. 

God it was like you were on life support or something

He apologized a million times, blaming himself as if he severely hurt you. 

You just giggle and kiss him in hopes it’ll shut him up and calm his worrying. You knew it was just an accident. 

H- Hair

He kept himself pretty trim, not really liking having a lot of hair on his body, for the exception of his arms and legs. He couldn’t help that he was a hairy guy (I imagine Endeavor being a lil hairy under his hero costume soo genetics?)

I- Intimacy

 he’s such a hopeless romantic it’s adorable.

he dotes on you the whole time, ensuring he’s not hurting you too much 

would kiss you over and over again

wants to you be comfortable at all times. 

in moments like these you’re the only thing that matters. 

J- Jack off

If for whatever reason he’s away, he always calls you. 

“I need you baby, what are you wearing right now?” He’ll ask, no matter if he’s in an important meeting or away on business, if he’s horny he’s horny.

Needs your voice to help him through his orgasm. 

Loves to facetime when he’s away so he can see your face and your body. 

“Yes, god Y/N you’re so perfect. Bend over for me.. yes..” He groaned, sloppily palming away at his length as he comes to his climax.

K- Kink

he’s got a lot sksksns

definitely a fucking dom

loves telling you what to do, always calling the shots in bed most of the time

Loves pet names, “baby girl” “kitten” “princess” 

overstimulates you sometimes just to see you squirm under him, the sick bastard. 

high key a sadist.. he’ll never openly admit to that tho

L- Location 

anywhere, surprisingly. 

If you two were out with friends and he felt an urge to taste you, he’d simply say you two are going to the car to get something, only to start having sex with you in the back seat. 

Fucks you in his office

Fucked you in his childhood bedroom once as a fuck you to his father. haha.

down for whateva.

M- Motivation

one thing that always got him going was you acting coy. Like you don’t know that what you’re doing is turning him on. 

You lean a little more, your blouse unbuttoned so he can see your ample cleavage. 

“What do you mean, Sho?” You bat your eyelashes, smirking at him as you watch his face turn red. 

“Fuck Y/N, don’t be cute. You’ll be sorry when we get home.” He would hiss at you, secretly not wanting you to stop teasing him.

He loved your sexy ass.

N-No 

he hated excessive hitting or pain play.

he was always too scared to hurt you, knowing he could by mistake at any given point. 

he just won’t hit you.. so don’t ask.

O- Oral

he loved sloppy, degrading head from you. 

fucks your throat sometimes, loves hearing you gag. 

when he gives you head though, he’s relentless.

he wont stop until your sobbing, begging him to fill you as he ate you out, shallowly fingering you with one finger to make you.

“Aw.. look at you. So desperate. You want me inside you, kitten?” UGHHH

P- Pace

depends on the situation or what mood he’s in. 

when he’s making love to you, his pace is slow and methodical, wanting to savor the moment

however when you’ve been bad... FUCK

he’s gonna pound you into the mattress until you’re a fucked out mess underneath him, begging him to slow down so you can catch you breath

“Don’t cry now, princess. You had so much mouth earlier.” He would mock you, smirking at your weakened state. Yall I-

Q- Quickies

as much as he loved taking his time with you, quickies were something that were quite vital for you two.

Shoto was always busy with something as he always kept himself occupied to provide for you two. 

Whenever the opportunity arises, you two strike while the iron’s hot

R- Risk 

Shoto likes to explore every aspect of sex, so that leaves for lots of room for exploration.

Finding new spots to touch and lick and suck on. 

He loved taking risks if it meant he got to listen to your sweet moans. 

S- Stamina

uhm.. yes. 

he had a fuck ton, you often cumming multiple times before he did. 

“I hope you’re not tapping out on me. I’m not through with you yet.” He would coo to you, urging you to yet another orgasm. 

he almost felt bad for you, as you twitch and shake overstimulated from his stamina being filled to the goddamn brim. 

T- Toys

he used them on you a lot.

loved little bullet vibrators, they were so handy in helping him send you into a frenzy. 

one night he had made you squirt when he used one on you as he fucked you senseless. 

“Ooh I know you’ve got some more in there for me, kitten. Be a good girl and do that again.” 

he also liked to watch you fuck yourself with a dildo. 

he found it pretty easy to degrade you as he watched you try mimic his thrusts with it. 

“You wish that was me don’t you, kitten? Too bad.” 

U- Unfair 

he totally LOVES teasing you

in public especially, loving to see you flustered and speechless as you try and talk to others. 

“What’s wrong, princess? You seem a little hot.” He’d say, caressing your inner thigh under the table at dinner. 

V- Volume

todo isn’t very loud in bed.

he’ll grunt and groan against your skin has he fucked you 

definitely cussing a lot under his breath and whispering praises or obscenities in your ear as he took you. 

“Ugh..baby. You feel so good.” “You’re mine..all mine.” “Shit, you’re so wet.”

W- Wild Card!!!

todoroki’s favorite memory of one of your ventures was when he had you bent over the kitchen sink. he didn’t think you could cum that hard around him, the feelings almost sending him into his own release.

he loved when you wore dresses to give him easy access to your pussy. 

loved fucking you in them, something about pulling it up to reveal you cheeky little panties made him feral. 

X- X-Ray

todoroki is PACKIN okay? 

i don’t imagine him being extra long, but he had really nice girth

still to this day you’re left speechless when he pulls that glizzy out his boxers. 

Y-Yearning

shoto loves you.. like a lot.

everything you do kinda sends him into a frenzy, wanting you right then and there. 

he wants sex pretty much all the time, I think the only time he’s not horny is when he’s working. 

Z- Zzz

you always fell asleep first, being that shoto wears you the fuck out

he liked to watch you sleep, leaving soft kisses all over your face. 

“I love you, Y/N.” He’d whisper, holding you close as he drifted off to sleep with you. AWWWW 

whew this shit took longer than I thought. hope yall liked this. i’m finally starting to write about more characters other than my baby daddy katsuki. bye! 

[meloswifeyyy]

Relationship Alphabet

A - Attitude

Who often has the worst Attitude ?

Well, you obviously. Most of the time because you are hungry or you and Melo just got out of an argument. Melo usually fucks the attitude out of you anywhere, anytime tho.

B - Baby

Who wants Babies the most - first ?

Melo. He often jokes about having kids or when you are having sex he would whisper in your ear  “You trynna have my babies?” or  “You boutta have my babies ” when he nuts in you. He says that he wants 3 or more. You only want 2. You arent rushing into it.

C - Crying 

Who Cries the most in the relationship ?

You. You often cry alone when you miss Melo when he is at away games for so long. Or when your BP triggers, Melo would comfort you. When watching sad movies, or when someone you love dies. Tears of joys appear here and there. Or when you get into arguments and Melo says something wrong or disrespectful out of madness.

D - Dates 

Who has the best Date spots ?

Melo. He would often take you to fancy restaurants in L.A or Miami, or wherever you guys went. Or take you shopping at an expensive place. He would do dates at home like watching movies, have you cook dinner because he cant cook for shit, or he would have a bath waiting on you. 

E - Eat 

Who Eats the most ?   

You. You know damn well you cant survive without food. Its the 2nd best thing that has ever happened to you besides life and Melo. Cant even survive a night. If you would wake up in the middle of the night and get hungry and go to kitchen and try to sneak some food without waking Melo up, he would hear it and go to the kitchen and scare you, picking you up over his shoulder with one arm, and with the other putting the food away carrying you back to the bed because its a little to early in the morning to be eating. 

F - Freak 

Who is the Freakiest ?  

Both of you. You being the only girl that can fuck Melo like you do, and being the only girl Melo is sexually, physically, and mentally attracted to no other girl can do it like you.10/10 in bed. Now Melo on the other hand is a demon in bed. His strokes, hitting your G - Spot constantly with you feeling it in your guts. His 9 inch is almost  always on hard when he is around you. And his tongue is crazy, going in and out and on the pearl AT THE SAME TIME. Crazy right. Spelling his name out on you. He loves when you scratch his back up or give him hickeys everywhere. 10000/10. Makeup sex is the best. 

G - Games 

Who wins the most games ?  

Melo. He would always dare you to a game of Call of Duty or Fortnite to see who would win first. And he would always win. When you would play a game of Uno you would often win and he would be mad the rest of the day due to his competitiveness. But any other game he would win.

H - Happy

Who is the Happiest in the relationship ?  

Both of you. You are always happy when you guys are around each other. Even when you guys just got done arguing you are still happy that he is in your presence. Melo on the other hand is always happy with you around him, he loves to cuddle with you. Its one of his favorite thing to do. He just loves that you are in his presence. You are his other half.

I - Irreplaceable

Who is the most Irreplaceable ?  

You would say Melo but Melo would say you. Melo knows how to deal with you more than anyone else does. He knows all your spots and what you like and dont like. He notices all of your flaws and sees the good and beautiful in them. He knows your body, mind, and soul. No man has a better or brighter or bigger smile than him. He always brightens the mood. You on the other hand are different. A big beautiful smile. You know how to deal with Melo when he is sad, looses a game. You can tell when he is lying or telling the truth just by looking through his eyes. You know how to make him happy. You are the best he has ever had.

J - Jaded 

Who gets the most Jaded after doing something ?

Melo. He usually gets really bored after sitting in the house all day. He really wants to leave the house and do something fun but usually its night time and you would be taking a nap or would be sleep. 

K - Kisses

Who gives the most kisses?

Melo. He is always so clingy and that comes with all the kisses in the world. He kisses you all over your face in your sleep, even when you are sleep he gives you kisses. He loves to kiss all over your body.

L - Love

Who fell in love the fastest?

Melo. He had always had a crush on you and everyone knew you were the one for him. You just didn’t know it until you two started dating. He’s always making sure you are good. He loves your hugs. He was the first one to say “I love you”. He want kids you to have all 10 of his kids.

M - Motivation

Who gives the most motivation?

You. When melo is going to a game and is not having a good feeling about it you motivate him to push through it and win for you. 9/10 he will win or get a lot of points for you.

N - Night Owl

Who is more of a Night Owl?

Both of you. Sometimes when his ADHD is on 10 you guys stay up and listen to music, play games, go on ig live, or just fuck for 7 hours straight. Sometimes you have to tell him to got to sleep or put him to sleep (😏) because he has a game tomorrow and needs all the rest and energy he can get. It also the same for you.

O - Oral Sex

Who gives Oral Sex the most?

Melo. Trust me, you give him head a lot and it’s amazing, 10/10. But melo loves giving you head. He loves to spell his name out on you. Loves to see the faces to make you scream and shout. Loves sharing your cream with you (🥲). He loves to climb under the blanket while you are sleep for some breakfast in bed. Maybe even dinner. His lips make it even better. So glad he don’t got them white genes in his lips (😋😭).

P - Perfect

Whos perfect?

Obviously, no ones perfect but God (🙏🏾). But in your eyes no one else is better for you except melo. You couldnt imagine living life without him. Cant imagine what anyones elses kids would look like with you but. No relationship is perfect. Melo sees you as perfect. Your body. Your style. Your personality. He absolutely loves your touch. He loves touch but for you loving your touch is an understatement. He couldnt imagine his kids with anyone else but you. Cant imagine getting married with anyone else. When you guys get into arguments and sleep in seperate rooms. You barely get sleep because all you can think about is each other. How perfect you guys are for one another.

Q - Q? (Cant find a word, Tell me one and ill edit it.)

R - Relate

What traits do you guys have a like each other?

A lot. Both of your favorite food is Chicken tacos. You both love a good game of Uno. You both love sex. Duhh. Both of you guy’s love language is touch. Love playing fortnite together. Love listening to music and taking drives together. Both love lil uzi (we pretending yall💀). Just in general you guys are very alike.

S - Sex

(No question for this one lol. Y’all already know how we is round hea nahhmeannn😭)

The sex. Omgggg. The first time you and melo had sex was. So amazing. Can’t ever forget that moment. Melo is always so horny. Morning sex is the best. Sometimes a little top at the red light can turn into a few rounds in back of the McDonalds parking lot. Lucky enough all his windows tinted as hell. Or in the Victoria’s Secret fitting rooms. You guys could be listening to Chris Brown and he would really take you down, fuck you back to sleep, switch up the tempo, or make you wet the bed (i’m laughing hard ash). The hickeys. The high sex. Drunk sex (drunnnnkkk in lovvveee). Car sex. Balcony sex. All over the house sex ( i got bars.) Mad sex and Make up sex. I could go on. Sex with me so amazinggggg. (i was listening to this song while writing this one💀😫😫😫)

T - Trips

Who likes taking trips internationally?

Melo. He love to take you and a yearly or even monthly vacay. Just you and him. Turks and Caicos. Bora Bora. Jamaica. Iceland. Japan. Africa. Anywhere where you can get away from the world. The different places. The hotels. Being able to fuck anywhere and everywhere. The pools. The different air. (united states ait is so boring). The new food. The animals. You guys love the new places. He loves to see you happy and with a smile on your face.

U - U (Cant find a word, Tell me one and ill edit it.)

V - V (Cant find a word, Tell me one and ill edit it again.)

W - Right the Wrongs

Who rights their wrongs after an argument?

Usually it would be you first. If you said something that was out of pocket or melo didnt like you woukd quickly apologize. He would forgive you and still cuddle and kiss you and stuff because thats what he does. Tease you. But he would ignore you until he actually forgave you in his head. Melo would apologize and give you some bomb ass d for and apology. Or make that cute face that you can’t resist.

X - (Can’t find a word for X. Give me a suggestion and i will edit it)

Y - Young

Who acts like a Young ass child?

Both of you actually. That’s what makes you love each other the most. The laughs and jokes, the tv shows, everything you could think of. It’s nothing wrong with it at all. Y’all are always gonna bust a joke out at the right time. Maybe sometimes even the wrong time. (damn, double homicide). You guys love laughing with each other.

Z - ZZZ

Who has the worst sleeping habits?

Probably Melo. If you scooted over him even a little bit, he would probably scoot back closer to you or pull you back over to him. And the only con of that is he snores a lot. (Why this nigga snore with his mouth open?🤨💀). Sometimes if he was awake and you werent he would kiss all over you. He loves to lay on your 🍒.

Y’all welcome. I haven’t pose the one of these in a minute. This took me a whole month and a half. I’m tired as hell. 💀

[citr0us]

NSFW ALPHABET - MATT STURNIOLO

Summary: alphabet headcanons about what sex is like with matt

!warnings: smut

A - Aftercare (what the are like after sex)

Matt is supeeerrrr affectionate with you after sex, asking if you´re okay and then going to shower with you. He gets very clingy with you, he loves just to cuddle while watching someting. Super cute

B- body part (their fav body parts of theirs partner)

Matt love your ass and thighs. he loves feeling them, and squeezing them. When you wear short shorts, he loves to watch how hot your ass looks in them.

C - Cum (where he likes to cum)

He loves cumming in your face, mouth and titties.

He loves watching his cum dripp in your body.

D - Dirty Secret (self explanatory)

He has a video of you masturbating that he uses to get off.

He tried with your photos, but it's not the same

he loves hearing you moaning, and he lovesss seeing your face while doing.

E - Experince (how experienced are they? Do they know what they are doing)

He has at least 1 or 2 bodys before you. He kinda knows what he is doing tho

I believe that yall will need to talk, and you will have to teach him some things

F - Favorite Position (self explanatory)

when he is on top of you, being able to see your body, curves and tits. he likes to see your face and expression

G- Goofy (are they serious in the moment?)

At first he would gigle a little, but then he would get serious and focused on your pleasure

H - Hair (if they have a lot of hair or little? is shaved?)

he's not full shaved

I - intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he loves going slow and sensual he loves to making you feel good and take his time with you

J - Jack Off (masturbation)

he doesn't have to do it anymore because of you. If you are far from each other he would see some photos and videos of you to get off

K - Kink (pretty self explanatory)

Him being dominant, and bossing you around

L - Location (favorite places to do)

his bed where he can be comfortable with you. If it's at your house, I believe he'll accept it anywhere. sofa, bathroom…

M - Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

your moans, evertime that you scream his name and show him that you are enjoying it

N - No (something that they wouldn’t do)

anything that involves his ass (idk)

O - Oral (preference in giving or receiving)

Matt is a fucking giver

everbody knowss about matt the munch, This man loves to eat you outt and hear you moan for more and more

he know how to use his tougue

P - pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

I feel like he can be both It depends on his mood. but generally is more slow and sensual.

Q - quickie (their opinions on quickie)

He would never say no to a quickie, but he likes more having time with you

R - risk (do they take risks?)

He's not the type who likes to take risks, he likes to do it at his house or yours

S- stamina (how many rounds can they go for?)

Matt usually can go for 2 rounds at least. but when he really wants he can go for 3 very easily

T- toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn't own any toys, but if you do he would use them on you.

U- unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves to tease you, and see how long you can last. doing things and saying things to you

V- volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc)

It's not that loud, you can hear some groans. But when he's getting close he gets kinda loud (like when he is playing fortnite ifykyk) and he starts talking too ''yeah, just like that'' ''c'mon yn don't stop''

W- wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Matt loves the idea of him fucking you on his car, with the loud music in the back.

x- x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Matt doesn't have big dick energy, butt i know it's long guys. trust me

y- yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

HORNY all the timeee.

everbody knows that he his a fucking slut bro, he would get turn on by you just looking at him.

z- zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He is soo exhausted afterwards, he tries to wait for you to sleep first but he always sleeps first

[mydekuacademia]

HELLO!!!!! How are you? Congrats for the 150(2) followers!!! You really deserve it 🤗❤️

Ok so...can I have A,B,C,P,U, and Y for Todoroki? Please and thank you!! (Also if that's to much, I'm sorry about that. Just cancel some of them ok?) Have a nice day!!!

Thank you so much!!!

This is also for the other anon that requested Shouto's alphabet. Hope y'all enjoy :)

A: Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

At first, hes not too familiar with the concept of aftercare. He'll do whatever you ask, but he wont really initiate it until hes more familiar with what needs to be done after sex

B: Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner)

On him: his arms. He loves well you fit into them

On you: thiiigghhsss babyyyy. He could spend hours buried between them. Skinny, thick, muscular, he doesnt care. He also loves marking them up

C: Cum (Anything to do with cum)

Not to hop on the quirk train, but the temp of his cum depends on the type of sex hes having and what mood hes in. Slow, sensual sex: slightly warmer. Quickies or rough sex: slightly cooler

He wants to cum on your thighs or stomach. Hes not a big fan of cumming inside because hes terrified of knocking you up (if you can get pregnant)

D: Dirty Secret

He kind of likes choking, but it makes him feel like endeavor so odds are, hes never going to choke you

E: Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Hes not experienced whatsoever. He had comprehensive sex ed tho (endeavor wants grandchildren), so he knows what the fuck hes doing. If he doesnt know something, hes not shy about asking or looking it up

F: Favorite Position

Anything where he can see your face. Missionary, mating press, cowgirl, etc. He also likes holding you up with your legs around his waist (hes strong, so dont worry about getting dropped)

G: Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

The longer youre in the relationship, the goofier he gets. At first, hes dead serious. Absolutely no joking. After some time tho, he might slip in a little joke or tickle you a bit if he feels like its getting too serious. All in all though, hes pretty serious

H: Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

No half and half pubes, sorry. Hes kinda salt and pepper, red and white mixed

Hes not trimmed or anything at first. It doesn't bother him, so why would he? After your first couple times getting intimate, he starts to trim

I: Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

So intimate, holy shit. He just loves you so much and wants to use this opportunity to really show you since he isnt great with his words. Sex with him is full of slow, gentle caresses and soft kisses. Even when he gets rough, he still makes sure you know how much he loves you

J: Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Once every couple weeks, maybe. Less often if you have sex in that time. Its not a huge thing to him honestly

K: Kink (One or more of their kinks)

This goes without saying, but temperature play for sure. Only gentle heat and cold, never anything that could hurt you

Sensory deprivation - it gives him such a rush that you trust him enough to let him do as he pleases to you without you knowing what's gonna happen next

As i said before, choking. But hes not gonna do that unless he grows a lot

L: Location (Favorite places to do the do)

If its not a quickie, he almost always wants to use the bed. More comfortable and more space to work with

For quickies, just about damn anywhere yall wont get caught. Closets, bathrooms, empty conference rooms, you name it.

M: Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

When you do something that makes him remember how much he loves you (standing up for him, making him dinner, just existing sometimes) or when hes really frustrated and needs some release (like fromman encounter with endeavor or a failed mission or something)

N: NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

No permanent marks, no pain play, no age play

O: Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He is the king of giving oral. He knows the perfect combination of tongue and fingers to have you seeing stars. He'll be buried between your thighs, squeezing and caressing them, and absolutely going to town on you. He doesnt even care if he doesnt get off, this is enough for him

He also appreciates a blow job if hes particularly frustrated or upset. He likes being taken care of sometimes

P: Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Generally, hes right in between. If hes feeling particularly soft, he goes slow and sensual. If hes frustrated or during a quickie, hes 100% fast and rough

Q: Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Hes absolutely down for quickies. Probably a third of the sex you two have is made up of quickies

R: Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)  

Hes pretty open to experimentation as long as it isnt one of his turn-offs. Just be aware that if he isnt feeling it, hes cutting it off right away.

S: Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

My god, he has so much stamina it should be illegal. If you let him, he'll go all damn night and maybe another round when you wake up. However, he doesnt usually do that since he knows that much overstimulation can be painful

T: Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He has a vibrator to use on you and a couple silk scarves for your wrists/ankles and to be used as a blindfold, but thats about it. Anything else he might use is made up of random stuff he has. Your underwear can be a gag, his belt can be a handcuff, etc

U: Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He will tease you until you start really whining, but not a ton honestly. He uses teasing to get you in the mood oftentimes. A hand just a tad too low on your back in public, or way too many kisses and hickies on your thighs before getting to the good part

V: Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Not loud, but certainly not quiet. He has no qualms about letting out low moans and choked groans, but he loves hearing your sweet sounds too much to drown you out

W: Wild Card (Random headcanon)

He secretly loves having visible hickies. He doesnt mind the comments and speculation, and it makes him feel like theres always a part of you with him

X: X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Icyhot is fucking hung. Not big enough to really hurt, but defs bigger than average. And its pretty too. One vein running along the bottom, circumcised, tip flushed pink. Perfect.

Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Not terribly high - hes a pro, he has more to worry about than sex. He can go a good while without sex, but hes absolutely going to make up for lost time

Z: ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He oftentimes doesnt fall asleep after sex. He takes his time cleaning you up and giving the best aftercare (after he learns what that entails) then he might turn on a movie and just chill with you. The only time he falls asleep soon after sex is when he goes more than 4 or so rounds

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NSFW Alphabet; Nikolai

Content warning: Generally NSFW!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

A liiittle awkward. He'd clean you up, and if you ask for it, a few cuddles. Mans is probably touch starved, ypu gotta show him how this works. 😪

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Your chest, literally. He sleeps on them, touches them, kisses them, no matter the size. Tits are tits.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Thick and kinda transparent. He cums around average. Maybe about 3-4 ml? Loves cumming on your chest though.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Doesnt have any. Would straight up tell you if you asked, he really aint got no shame.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I feel like if hes single he would have many one night stands, so yes, he has lots of experience and definitely knows what he is doing.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Cowgirl. Even if you are on top, no you aint dominating. Its impossible dominating him, sorry yall♡

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Would crack one or two jokes to lighten the mood but otherwhise quite serious. Not because of enjoying his time with you, he just wants to intimate you. Thinks its fun!

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Despite his rather silver hair, i think it would be a little more blonde down there. Only shaves when the hair gets long enough to annoy him, so it really depends how groomed he is.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Not that romantic, too much extra work.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Usually he jerks off often, if hes with someone, in this scenario you, he will just ask to fuck you. Why take the less better variant when he has you right there?

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Marking, knife, gun and blood play, (consensual) somnophilia, hair pulling, choking, orgasm control, impact play, begging, pet play, facesitting, semi-public, teasing, dacryphilia, bondage

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Literally anywhere risky, especially the sky-casino or similar. You can hear sigma or even fyodor passing by, the thought of getting caught ruining you is just great to our favourite jester!

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Your tears, moans and begging. Knowing he caused those besutiful tears dropping from your glossy eyes, god, he could fuck you forever.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Not really anything he would never once try. Probably wouldnt piss on you though, get lost piss kink mfers💀

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Prefers you giving him oral. Ofc he would also give you some ocassionally, but he loves your lips around his cock.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Rough and pace usually changes. You can never predict when this man slowly thrusts into you and switches it up to a fast, hard pace in a second.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Fully against quickies. Let the man enjoy his meal‼️‼️

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Absolutely. Willing to try most things, probably enjoys half of them too.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Kinda above average. Maybe about 4-5 rounds max, he'd get tired after.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Has so many toys IT'S SCARY. This mf has a whole ass box dedicated to his toys of every kind, all for you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Once left you (with consent ofc) in the bed, tied up and with a low set vibrator or similar, for a whole night. He watched you through a hidden camera, laughing at you squirming and begging to let him let you cum.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Once again, shameless. Usually doesnt moan but if he feels like he has to, he does. Usually growls or groans though.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Once fucked you for about 6 hours straight after fyodor flirted with you and you (apparently) flirted back. Jealousy fucking is a thing, have fun♡

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

7.2 and average thickness, has a really sensitive tip but denies it. (Also, can you call a cock pretty?)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Atleast every second day. Loves you and your body way too much.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Takes care of you and probably falls asleep directly after. Often will fall asleep earlier than you.

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A: Aftercare~ cuddles, cuddles, and more cuddles. And honestly he would have an assload of energy left but it depends on how tired you are if y’all go another round or two or not. He also runs the fanciest looking baths like omfg. Flower petals, bath bombs, and candles surrounding the tub and if you have sensitive skin you better know damn well he has everything you need to have you feeling soft asf 😌

C: Cum~ Most of the time it’s inside a condom, both of you feel that it’s safer but if you wanted him to cuz in or on you then he wouldn’t mind as long as it’s fine with you too

D: Dirty Secret~ Ok he’s had this on his mind for months and wants to bring it up but he would definitely let Noya join a few times but he would like it better if you brought it up knowing damn well he was thinking the same

D: Dirty Secret~ Ok he’s had this on his mind for months and wants to bring it up but he would definitely let Noya join a few times but he would like it better if you brought it up knowing damn well he was thinking the same

E: Experience~ Both of y’all’s first times was with each other but he kinda already knew what to do cuz you can tell me he hasn’t watched porn or even looked at porn magazines; luckily he catches onto stuff very quickly but he’s still got some stuff to learn

F: Favorite Position~ Ok he is a complete service top but he LOVES to see you on top of him; so Cowgirl, Reverse Cowgirl, or riding his face are his absolute favorite positions and he also has quick access to your thighs so it’s a win win for him

G: Goofy~ Come on now this is Tanaka of course he’ll be goofy asf during secksy time, at times he’s a little more serious but for the most part he like know that your enjoying it as much as he is

H: Hair~ Ok so we all know the carpet does not match the drapes; as far as maintenance, he’ll forget to do it sometimes so it gets a little wild but either he’ll take care of it himself or he’ll let you do it and he really doesn’t mind if you do

I: Intimacy~ Omg he treats you like royalty; nothing is worth more then making his s/o feel like they are loved and taken care of while throwing a little spice into it at the same time; he treats you with so much respect and honestly the both of you can’t ask for better

J: Jack Off~ He doesn’t do it as much often cuz he has you but before.... 😀 no comment; he also gets off the the nudes you send him

K: Kinks~ Ok he’s not vanilla but he’s not very kinky so I feel like he would like some bondage and sensory deprivation (my fancy way of saying blindfolds), he likes semi public sex as well, spanking, and he liked ducking you in front of a mirror

L: Location~ Your shared bedroom, the kitchen counter, the shower, and hidden but public spaces

M: Motivation~ It doesn’t take much to get him all hot and bothered, it’s as simple as touching his thigh, whispering in his ear, or kissing his neck, do all three and have fun not walking bae <3

N: No~ He will NEVERRRRR do ANYTHING with out your consent, he’ll even go as far as asking a second or third time; this baby will never purposely hurt you, he may like spanking you but that’s really it

O: Oral~ You- he loves when you suck him off he thinks you so sexy with your lips wrapped around him and tears coming from your eyes 😊; Him- omfg he will spend hour going down on you, he makes you cum so many times it hurts just a little bit but he just can help but slurp you every ounce of cum you give to him

P: Pace~ He’s either slow and deep or hard and fast... there’s literally no in between

Q: Quickie~ He fucking loves them, will beg for them until you say yes so yall would end up in an ally or an family bathroom taking care of business 😏

R: Risk~ He likes the risk of getting caught in public so he’ll make sure to fuck you extra hard and try to get you to moan really loud so other people can hear you

S: Stamina~ Fucking endless almost, y’all can go for hours and he’s asking and begging if you can go another round when you’re over here on the verge of passing out

T: Toys~ There’s a box under your bed filled with vibrators, blindfolds, maybe a couple dildos, and some rope

U: Unfair~ He’s not as ruthless with his teasing but that doesn’t mean he won’t do it, I feel like he’s the type that if y’all are walking together in public he would put his hand on your ass and just keep it there... like he doesn’t slap it, doesn’t rub it, or squeeze it, he just keeps it there and it annoys you cuz he won’t move it 😭

V: Volume~ Omfg he is a very vocal partner; loud moans, sexy grunts, and moaning your name and the best thing is, he gets a little whiney and shakes a bit when he’s about to cum

W: Wildcard~ Ok so y’all have gotten so comfortable with each other to the point where getting a nude out of nowhere are quite common; he doesn’t beg you for them but does ask and is very appreciative of them and he definitely got off to your nudes more times then he’ll actually admit

X: X-Ray~ Boy is big 😀 it’s not much of a grower it more so gets thicker; I’d say a good 8 inches soft and 9 hard and like I said it gets thicc bae 🤌🏾, it’s also got this on vein that goes down the length of the bottom of it and it’s pretty sensitive and you’ve used that against him a few times

Y: Yearning~ All the damn time; his sex drive is high at least a 8/10

Z: ZzZz~ Lkike I said earlier, he would still have some energy left and if y’all don’t end up going another round he’ll just handle the aftercare and cuddle you until you go to sleep then he may get up and go on a jog to relieve the rest of that energy and when he gets back he’ll wash up again so he won’t smell like outside (pocs understand perfectly) and he’ll climb back into bed with you and eventually fall asleep

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Nu’est - Baekho A-Z

“I knowww you’re in hiatus but would you consider a Baekho A-Z ??? Your last couple asks have me thinking fr”

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A - Aftercare

Boy gets so cuddly afterwards, he just wants to lay together until the end of time lmao, so it’ll probably take him a minute to even think about aftercare. But he’ll probably run a bath or shower for you

B - Body Part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner)

on himself he likes his arms, they’re big and strong, he loves that he can hold you close to him no matter what position yall are in. On his partner he likes their legs, esp when you wrap them around his waist when he’s on top of you...oof...nice.

C - Cum

Likes the intimacy of cumming inside you, but if that’s not an option, he likes to cum on either your stomach or your chest. He’ll glance at it for a second, looking super proud, then rush off all bashful and shy to go get a towel lmao

D - Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

Sometimes he cries when he cums lol. Not bc he's like overly in his feelings or anything like that, like it's just a reflex that happens sometimes and he has no idea why. He won't be like full on bawling either but like you'll look over at him and just see his eyes all glossy with like a single tear drop on his cheek djdjd

E - Experience

It’s a tricky one lmao. I feel like he’s just got a natural way with people lol, he’s a pro at wooing anyone. However, he doesn’t strike me as much of a one night stand kinda guy. Idk, I’d say he’s got a fair amount of experience, but from relationships, so like...its moreso, he’s done it a lot, rather than he’s done a lot of different stuff...yknow??

F - Favourite Position

Anything where he can keep your face close to his and maintain close eye contact. He likes being able to whisper sweet nothing's in your ear and kiss you freely whenever he wants

G - Goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous etc)

I wouldn't say he's humorous per se, but he's just smiley and sweet lol. He likes to keep the atmosphere warm and loving, the last thing he wants is for you to feel uncomfortable in his company

H - Hair (how well groomed are they)

He’s not like, immaculately clean shaven, but he’s not super wild either lol, he keeps it at a middle ground.

I - Intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

Mans a total romantic, even in times when yall are in a rush and it's just a question of chasing that climax, even then he's just got words of love flowing non stop out of his mouth

J - Jack Off (Masturbation)

Almost every day, if not every day lol. It’s something he just kinda does without thinking. Like, he’ll be in bed, winding down, relaxing...then without knowing it his hand is in his pants lmao

K - Kinks (one of more of their kinks)

Now, this is where it gets a lil controversial lmao. I dont think Baekho is a dom. Not at all. Just bc he’s a big guy doesn’t mean he’s dominant lol; Baekho is the truest of switches you could ever see. 100% switch lol. He literally just wants to please, he just wants to make you feel good. As for actual kinks, I dont think he has that many that are that out there. He likes some light marking (giving & receiving), edging (receiving), and maybe a tiny hint of a femdom kink.

L - Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere where y’all can move about freely, that's literally his only requirement lol. He doesn’t wanna be cramped up in a tiny spice, which also means no car sex lol sorry lads 

M - Motivation (What turns them on)

One of the easiest men to rile up on the planet lol. Three things that get Dongho all hot and flustered lol:

1. tell him how much you love his body. (bonus points if you tell him how hot he looks working out and that you appreciate how hard he works for his body lol)

2. Show the tiniest bit of skin, he loves it when you wear a shirt that sits a tiny bit higher than usual and he can see your lower stomach when you move.

3. Literally just hold his gaze for 0.5 seconds longer than usual lol

N - NO (something they won't do, turn offs)

I feel like literally the only thing he’s unwavering on is his stance on three(or more)somes. He’s really not a sharing kinda guy. He doesn't wanna bring someone else in and potentially mess up y’alls dynamic. It’s something he cant even bear thinking about.

O - Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He can be a bit relentless when it come to giving lol, he'll hold your hips down with all his strength as he just totally feasts on your core. Deliberately makes the most lewd noises tryna get you to blush.

When receiving, boy he is LOUD, he'll be talking you through it like "fuuuuuuck yes baby, I know your throat can take all of me" "your pretty lips take me so well" he'll grab your hair and hold your head still as he cums, gets the fattest smirk on his face is he sees his load dripping out the sides of your mouth too,,,,,ooof. But then once again, he'll get all shy and bashful afterwards lol like he can't believe what he just said to you didjdjd

P - Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc)

I don't really think he has any set pace lol it can vary every time. I feel like it'd depend on the vibe of the day, like, if it's been a while and he's missed you beyond belief then it'd be much more slower and sensual. But if it's like,,,gotta chase that nut, then he can get pretty fast. I don't think he'd ever cross over into being rough, but his thrusts can get like, firm and...sharp lmao

Q - Quickies (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc)

Yes yes yes. Loves them. They usually tend to be a lot more giggly and fun than regular full sessions too lol

R - Risk (are they down to experiment, do they take risks?)

Eeeeeeh, a little bit. He's a bit of a baby in terms of pain so I feel like anything that could maybe hurt, even if it's something as simple as spanking or light restraints, could take a little convincing lol. He is definitely down...mans just needs reassuring he won't like die lol

S - Stamina (how many rounds can they go, how long do they last? etc)

I mean, he’s a healthy guy lol, he’s gonna have super good stamina. I feel like there’d be literally no stopping him, he can go for however long you need him too. You might wanna get as much as you can out of him though bc once he's done, he's done for the night lmao

T - Toy (do they own toys do they use them on a partner or on themselves?)

He doesn’t own any himself, but that’s not to say he’s not open to experimenting with any. He just wont do it of his own volition lol. Hes thought about getting some numerous times though but he just doesn't wanna be the one to bring it up

U - Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Not really a fan, he just doesn’t understand it lol. He’s not big on teasing or being teased; he's not good at holding back when he's the one *trying* to tease you, and he gets so so fidgety and antsy when being teased lol. He’d much rather just get to the main event lmao

V - Volume (how loud are they, what type of sounds they make)

Lots of loud sighs and choked out groans. He can get quite high pitched, which he’s honestly a little embarrassed of lol. He gets louder slowly the closer he gets to climax, he’ll attach his mouth to your neck as he starts to get louder; tryna muffle any sounds bc he doesn't wanna hear himself like that lmao

W - Wild Card (a random headcannon)

Okay. This is where this whole thing started lol. Baekho is not a dom, he’s also not a sub either. BUT, he get’s so unbelievably turned on by watching you take control. Like he just thinks you have this aura to you when you’re the one pinning him down and getting what you want from him. It’s literally the only time he ever enjoys edging too; he'd never do it to himself, nor does he do it to you, but for some reason having you edge him, having himself be totally at your mercy is just...omg

X - X-ray (what's going on inside those pants)

Average/maybe a tiiiny bit below average in terms of length, but pretty veiny and he’s got some nice girth lol

Y - Yearning (How high is their sex drive)

I feel like it’s either one extreme or the other lol. It’s either he can’t keep his hands off you at all for days on end, or he’s just busy occupied with other stuff and his mind doesnt even go in that direction...there’s no way of knowing sksks

Z - Zzz... (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

As long as he's happy that you're both fully satisfied, he'll be out like a light almost instantly lmao

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