#never change ily/p

[melomania-p]

Imma gonna have sex with Obama >:3

HELP?????

[very-super-silly]

I LOVE YOU NICO DE VARONA AUGH WHAT A KING!!!!!!! ABSOLUTE LEGEND, ICON, DIVA, HE IS THE MOMENT 😭😭 idiot prince, stupid motherfuck

[copper-404]

i know this isnt necessary but also i like to know if people are interested in my shit. i got oc's, au's from like 5 different fandoms, and other random bullshit i plan on putting on this thing

[rafesteddy]

ugh, saw the post about your inbox opening and i RAN!!

frat!rafe x reader (anywhere, doesn’t matter—backseat of a car, dorm room, or at a party) fucking, and he’s wearing a baseball hat backwards. while reader is riding him, he pulls it off and puts it on her head—also backwards.

ily, thank you if you do this one 💋💋

Awww that made me so happy 💕 thank you for your ask bb!!!!

+18 -> smut

𝓯𝓻𝓪𝓽!𝓻𝓪𝓯𝓮 𝔁 𝓯𝓮𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

c/w: possessive!rafe, ownership kink, pet names, swearing, unprotected p in v, spanking, drinking.

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The music was loud, blaring through shitty speakers that had blown the night before. A full crowd of hot, sweaty bodies—but none of it mattered, because all Rafe could see was you.

You were on the table now, in the center of the chaos, wrapped up in your friends and the haze of cheap liquor and that last-weekend energy. Your little top barely clung to your body, and that mini skirt did nothing to hide the curve of your ass every time you swirled your hips.

And those panties—fuck, they were the icing on top. Pretty, pink, and purchased by Rafe. Every time your hips swayed, he caught a flash, making it nearly impossible to stay where he was.

He stood across the room, half a drink in hand, pretending to listen to Topper, all while his eyes never left you. Your tits bounced just enough to drive him insane, feeding flashbacks from the night before. And he knew you knew. You weren’t a stranger to the chokehold you had him in.

Then you leaned down—slow, deliberate—pouring liquor into your friend’s mouth, grinning as you did. Your back arched just a little and that skirt hiked up even more, leaving Rafe a muttering mess of ‘fuck me’s’ and ‘keep that shit up and see what happens’ under his breath.

Cue JJ, swaggering up to the table like clockwork, shooting his shot for the nth time, like anything had changed. But who could blame him—you were perfect.

Maybank tilted his head and gave you that smug little smile like you were even an option. Like Rafe wasn’t watching every second of it.

You took a sip straight from the bottle, some dark liquor dribbling off your bottom lip and down your chest. JJ licked his lips like a fucking idiot, and that was it. Rafe was already moving. Shoving through the crowd with purpose. Shouting before he’d even grabbed two fists of the blonde’s shirt.

“You always stare at girls way outta your league, or just when they’re mine, huh?”

“Calm down, Cameron. I was just—”

“Just what?” Rafe’s smile was all teeth, blue eyes hard and daring. “She wouldn’t fuck you in your dreams. Stop embarrassing yourself—” He shoved him hard, making JJ stumble into a group of friends. And before he could say another word, Rafe was lifting you off the table—an arm around your thighs, flipping you over his shoulder.

You squealed, laughing, as he snagged the liquor bottle off the table, your body draped like a trophy.

“Have a nice night, boys,” he said with that wicked grin. JJ rolled his eyes, downing the rest of his drink as Rafe disappeared toward the stairs.

The crowd parted without realizing, making way. His grip adjusted as he climbed, one hand sliding up the back of your thigh before dipping to bite the soft skin beneath your ass cheek—playful, but sharp enough to make you gasp.

“Rafe!”

“Sorry, baby,” he said, not sorry at all. “Can’t help myself. You looked too damn good up there. You know that?” His voice went soft, just for you.

Then—gentle—he tugged your skirt down just enough to cover your panties. That quiet, casual kind of care that made your stomach flutter. A possessiveness he saved only for you.

Rafe kicked open the door to his room, the slam muffling the chaos outside. He crossed to the bed and dropped you like a ragdoll, grinning when your curves bounced and your back arched in that pretty little way he loved.

His shirt was gone in a second, ripped over his head as his abs flexed. His boxers rode low, and he tugged his hat back on.

You sat up on your knees, pulling your top off. The second your tits bounced free, Rafe tackled you to the mattress, laughing into your neck as your giggles echoed off the walls.

He rolled you onto his lap, your thighs spread over his hard cock. His hands gripped your hips. You reached back for the zipper on your skirt, but he shook his head.

“Leave it,” he muttered, head tilted as he admired the lace peeking beneath the hem. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”

He tugged his boxers down, never breaking eye contact. His jaw clenched tight like he was barely keeping it together.

With that hungry, hooded look, he reached between your thighs, tugging your panties gently aside—just enough to see what he wanted. Then his hand snapped back to your waist, rough and fast, the other wrapping around his cock, thick and leaking.

“Pull ‘em, princess,” he groaned. You obeyed, fingers pinching the fabric to the side, showing him your glistening slit.

And then you sank down slowly, both of you moaning aloud, your shared pleasure filling the room. Your head fell back as he filled you to the hilt, his eyes fluttering shut, jaw slack.

“Fuuuck,” he groaned.

You braced your hands on his chest as his gripped your hips, guiding you. He watched you ride him slow, matching the beat of the music creeping under the floorboards.

“Atta girl—” Crack. He slapped your ass. You moved faster, filthier. The sound of your arousal and skin-on-skin collided with your moans. You grinded on him, used him.

Rafe just lay back, watching you like a man starving, sipping from the liquor bottle. He handed it to you, expecting a drink—but instead, you hovered over him, spit it into his mouth.

He swallowed it down with a low laugh, then grabbed your neck and kissed you hard, one hand moving his hat to the back. He devoured you. Sweet liquor and tongue, sucking on yours slow.

“You look like every guy’s fantasy,” he whispered. “But you’re mine. You hear me?” He kissed you again, rougher. “They want you. None of them get you… but me.”

“Only you, Rafe.”

He groaned. You pushed up and started riding him again.

“Fuck, baby—Mpfhh.” He gritted his teeth, hips bucking as you clenched around him. You bounced, moaned his name, and he gave it right back—breathless praise spilling between gasps.

He was close. So were you. Your thighs trembled. And then he lifted you off fast, flipping you to reverse, dropping you back down on his thick length.

You screamed at the stretch, thighs spread wide. That skirt bunched up in his fist. “You good, pretty?” he panted. You whimpered, nodding.

He slapped your ass again, squeezing, jiggling, loving the mess you made. Then he started bouncing you, driving into you from below, cock spearing deep, wet, loud.

“That’s it, baby,” he rasped. “Do that shit I like.” You swiveled your hips just the way he liked. That pressure built. That sweet spot hit again and again. Your stomach coiled.

Rafe sat up behind you, chest flush to your back. One arm wrapped tight around you. The other slid between your thighs, rubbing fast, tight circles on your clit.

“Told you you were perfect,” he growled in your ear. “Perfect girl. Perfect body. Perfect pussy. Make a mess. Show me who you fucking belong to.” You whimpered, grinding against him. “So good for me. You hear me?”

“Yes,” you choked. “I—I… Fuck—”

“Yeah, baby?” he rasped, voice cocky and raw. “Why don’t you just cum for me then, huh?”

Your body locked up, a cry ripping from your throat as your orgasm hit. You shook and gasped as he fucked up into you, rubbing you through every flutter and spasm.

Rafe buried his face in your shoulder, hips twitching as he came, filling you full. You collapsed back onto him, both of you shaking, breathless.

“Holy shit,” he mumbled, laughing, warm breath fanning your neck. You turned your cheek to snuggle closer, and his arms tightened around you.

He eased you off him, both of you hissing at the loss. You jolted, making him laugh softly as he snapped your panties back into place, his hand pressed possessively over your pussy.

“There,” he murmured, voice low and hoarse. “Keep those on.” Rafe pressed a kiss to your neck, then another, his lips brushing the curve of your cheek. He sighs, still catching his breath as the both of you come down from your highs.

Rafe reached up and adjusted the hat on your head, tugging it just a little lower, a lazy, satisfied smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Keep this on, too,” he said proudly as his finger trailed down your jaw. “In case anyone forgets who the fuck you belong to.”

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[mocha1004]

JUST A JOKE !

(frat boy!leon x fem nerd!reader)

WARNING: smut (mdni!), dubcon, bullying, p in v, degradation (heavy), humiliation kink, virginity loss

Summary: Leon Kennedy has always made your life a living hell. Tripping you in class, mocking you at every turn, and making you feel small at every opportunity. But when he starts showing you an unexpected kindness, you let your guard down, believing he might be different...

Notes: the one we’ve all been waiting for. based on these posts (here and here) i’ve been working on this for a while!! i hope you enjoy it. take care and please never get into this situation irl ily <333

You always knew Leon Kennedy was cruel. It wasn’t subtle. It wasn’t a secret. It was the kind of cruelty that lived in every smirk he threw your way across campus, in every whispered jab that made your throat tighten and your fists clench helplessly at your sides.

It started small.

He'd sit behind you in lectures and flick paper balls at the back of your head, snickering when you jumped.

"Hey, nerd." he'd drawl, when you passed by his table at the cafeteria, "You spill food on yourself again or is that just how you look?" You always looked down, clutching your tray tighter, cheeks burning so hot you thought you might pass out. But Leon never let you go. Not when you dropped your books rushing to class. Not when you wore that ugly, oversized sweater because you were too scared to show any skin. Not when you tripped, because, of course, he stuck a lazy foot out in the aisle, and landed hard on your knees, glasses skidding across the floor.

The laughter was deafening. Leon sauntered over, crouched down right next to you where you were scrambling to find your glasses, and casually picked them up, held them just out of reach.

"You really can't do anything right, can you?" he said, cocking his head in mock sympathy. "Pathetic."

You reached out, trembling, but he tossed your glasses down on the floor, not hard enough to break them, no, just hard enough to make you crawl. His friends howled with laughter. Leon just watched, a lazy smile curling on his lips.

"Don’t worry, sweetheart" he added as you frantically wiped your foggy lenses on your sleeve, "You’ll get used to being on your knees eventually."

You hated him. You hated the way your stomach twisted every time he looked at you. You hated that somewhere, deep down, some stupid, masochistic part of you liked the attention.

And then, One day... Leon changed.

No warning. No explanation. It happened when another frat boy made a gross joke about you during a party you hadn't even been invited to. A joke about your sweater. About what you might be hiding underneath it. Leon had been lounging on the couch, beer in hand, smirking lazily at nothing. And then, out of nowhere, he snapped.

"Watch your fucking mouth." Leon barked, standing up so fast the other guy backed off with both hands raised. You heard about it through whispers the next day. That Leon Kennedy, the guy who tormented you without mercy, had defended you. After that, he was...different.

He picked up your books when you dropped them, without a word. He held doors open for you, leaning casually against the frame, watching you shuffle by with wide, suspicious eyes. One afternoon, when you tripped over your own feet rushing to class, he caught you. Steady, firm hands on your waist.

"Careful, babe" he murmured, close enough that you felt his breath on your skin. "Wouldn’t want you hurting yourself." You stared up at him, heart hammering, heat crawling up your neck. Leon’s blue eyes locked on yours, and for one insane moment, you thought maybe, maybe, he actually liked you. Maybe he wasn't just messing with you.

It had been building up for weeks.

You wanted to believe that Leon was starting to see you differently. The little things: the way his eyes softened when you were around, the way he carried your books so effortlessly, the way he made sure no one messed with you in class. He was sweet... sometimes. Or at least, that’s what you told yourself.

Just maybe, you hoped that tonight, after he walked you back from class, after he’d been teasing you with that damn smile of his, was going to be different. Maybe tonight you’d kiss him. Maybe tonight he’d see you as more than the loser nerd he’d spent months mocking. You couldn't stop thinking about him.

The way his body felt so close to yours when he walked you to your dorm. The way his hand grazed your back, sending little shocks of heat through your chest. Everything about him was like a drug. You could feel yourself getting addicted.

You stopped by your door, fumbling for your keys, heart racing, your face flushed and uncomfortably warm. Maybe it was too soon. Maybe you were dreaming. "Thanks for walking me back" you said, barely above a whisper, glancing up at him. "It…it was really nice of you." Leon leaned against the wall, his eyes glinting with something that made your pulse jump. "Of course." he said, voice smooth as velvet, almost too calm. "I mean, what kind of guy would I be if I let a little thing like you walk all alone, right?" You nodded, biting your lip, trying to steady your breathing.

Then, before you could think better of it, you took a step forward, so close now, your heart almost in your throat. "Leon" you said in a shaky voice, your hands twitching at your sides. "I-I wanted to tell you..." Your breath caught in your chest. You had no idea what you were doing, but your body was pulling you toward him, something desperate inside you urging you to close the gap. He smirked at you, eyes narrowing slightly, watching you fumble. "What is it, sweetheart?" he said, his voice a low growl. "You’ve got something to say?" You swallowed, heart hammering, too afraid to back down now.

You leaned in, your lips trembling, and closed your eyes. It was a stupid move, but you couldn’t help it. Your body was already betraying you, too far gone to turn back. You pressed your lips against his, clumsy, hesitant, not quite sure if you were even doing it right. The kiss was soft at first, unsure. Gentle. But then, Leon’s lips didn’t soften back. He let out a low chuckle, pulling away just enough to breathe.

"Aww." he teased, voice dripping with mock sympathy. "You really thought you could do that?" You froze, heat crawling up your neck, humiliated. "What?" you stammered, barely able to breathe. He stepped back, holding you at arm’s length, his grin widening. "You think someone like me would go for someone like you?" he asked, his words cutting through the space between you like ice. "God, you're so easy."

Your breath hitched. Your stomach twisted in a painful knot, like you’d just been sucker-punched. You tried to backpedal, your chest tightening as you pulled your hands away from him. "No, I didn’t—" 

"Yeah, you did." Leon interrupted, stepping closer to you, pinning you against the door with his body, the weight of him forcing you to look up at him, feeling small. "You thought just because I picked up your stupid books and walked you home like some nice guy means you get a piece of me?" You tried to turn your head away, but Leon grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him. His thumb rubbed over your bottom lip slowly, deliberately.

"No one wants you. Not really."

He stepped closer, his voice lowering, so close you could feel the warmth of his breath on your face.

"It was just a joke.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, your heart pounding painfully in your chest. "Please... Leon" you whispered, desperate, but he just shook his head with that same mocking grin. "Don't beg." he whispered, leaning down to your ear. "Makes you look pathetic." He stepped back, his eyes flashing with something dark and cruel.

"You should’ve known better." he said, a sneer tugging at his lips. "You’re nothing but a joke to me. Don’t you forget it”. You stood there for a long time, your body frozen, fighting the overwhelming urge to break down. But you wouldn't cry for him. Not after this. You’d never cry for him.

"Aw, don’t cry, sweetheart." he cooed cruelly, grabbing your chin to force you to look at him. "You wanted attention so bad, might as well give you what you’re begging for." Before you could protest, Leon spun you around and shoved you face-first against the door. Your heart hammered in your chest. You could feel him, hot, heavy, hard, grinding against your ass.

"Tch. A fucking virgin too." he muttered, palming your hips. "I can smell it on you. Bet you touch yourself every night thinking about me, huh?" You whimpered, ashamed, but you didn't fight him. Leon yanked your skirt up, shoving your panties aside. You gasped, feeling the head of his cock pressing against you, huge and merciless. "You’re gonna take it." he growled low into your ear. "You’re gonna take all of it, even if you cry. Especially if you cry." And he slammed inside you with one brutal thrust.

You choked on a sob, clawing at the door for purchase. It hurt, god, it hurt, but Leon just shushed you mockingly, hips pistoning in deep, grinding against the tender, aching stretch. "Tight little pussy" he groaned, fucking into you harder, "Clinging to me like you were made for it. Maybe you were. Fucking nerd, just waiting to get ruined by someone better." Tears blurred your vision, your glasses long forgotten somewhere on the floor. Leon gripped your hair and yanked your head back, forcing you to take every savage thrust.

"You wanted this, didn’t you?" he sneered. "Bet you were dreaming about getting your stupid little virgin cunt stuffed full. Bet you came to class soaking wet just from looking at me." You sobbed, but the worst part was, you could feel it: the slick heat building between your legs, the traitorous clenching of your body around him. Leon felt it too.

"Fuck." he groaned, biting down on your neck hard enough to leave bruises. "You're loving it, you dirty little bitch. Gonna make you cum on my cock. Gonna make you so fucking messy you’ll never be able to pretend you're better than this." His hand slid down between your legs, two fingers rubbing mercilessly over your swollen clit. You shook your head desperately, no, no, you didn’t want to cum for him. But Leon’s low, taunting whisper broke you. "That's it, baby. Cum for me. Show me how fucking desperate you are."

Your body betrayed you, back arching, toes curling, as your orgasm crashed over you, hot and overwhelming. Leon fucked you right through it, laughing breathlessly against your ear. "Knew it. Fucking knew it. All it took was a real man to wreck you." With a final deep thrust, Leon groaned and came inside you, thick spurts of heat flooding your raw, sore cunt. He pulled out after a moment, watching his cum drip out of you with a satisfied smirk.

"Better clean up before someone sees you like this" he said lazily, tucking himself back into his jeans. You slid to the floor, dazed, humiliated, utterly broken. Leon crouched in front of you, flicking your forgotten glasses at you.

"See you in class, nerd" he said, winking, before walking away, whistling like nothing had ever happened.

[h0n3yk1tt3n]

I JUST WHEEZED SO FUCKING HARD

could we have some richjake mayhaps...

The doomed toxic yaoi ever,,,

[coupsiedaisee]

pulse | c.sc

pairing: choi seungcheol x f. reader

genre: smut, just smut alksjfdkgjhh

warnings: fingering, exhibitionism, kissing, drinking, like two mentions of weed lol sex?, i've never done warnings before ahh, fingering, voyeurism (sort of? not really?), kissing (is this a warning?), there's no p in v omg, so how do i tag this 😭, this is really short omg, i think fingering covers it, ohi! some drinking? neither of them are inibriated though. imo, would that make this dubcon? feel implicit to me. god sorry, im posting this when im drunk, v will wake up tmrw and tell me if this is dumb or not omg.

wordcount: 1.6k

a/n: happy friend anniversary to the second love of my life 🥺v!!!! @hannieween, i love u so much so here's the first smut thing i've fully finished writing and also the first time i've published smut omg. i love you and i love cheol and i really hope this makes u both horny and happy and would love nothing more than if u feel anger (horny anger) after reading this, yay!! target demographic met! to everyone else reading this, pease let me know what u think! even if u hated it omg 🥺i want to know both what u liked and didn't like so my writing can become better. uwu ily all <3 also, again, im drunk, so if there's any grammar mistakes, ima fix it tmrw alksjdhkflhgbksdfgkjd. okay byeeee, enjoy!!!!

"Baby, are you done yet? She just texted that they parked," Seungcheol shouts from the living room.

"Coming!" You yell back, swiping the last bit of lipstick on and giving yourself a once over in the mirror.

Seungcheol's standing by the front door, looking up from his phone when you walk in. He rakes his eyes over you, the clear skin of your neck, down your collar bones, to the cleavage disappearing into your shirt. The sliver of skin between your tight shirt and mini skirt. The bare skin of your plush thighs.

You fidget under his gaze, "Is there something wrong? Do I need to go change?"

"God, no baby. You look—" he swallows hard, running a hand through his blond hair, "—you look hot."

A fierce blush blooms across your cheeks and you tuck you hair behind your ear. "Oh. I—thanks?" You clear your throat, "Y-you do too babe."

And he did. A tight black polo stretched across his pecs, its short sleeves snug around his biceps. Light wash jeans barely holding his thick thighs in.

You want to drop down to your knees, right then and there.

Seungcheol reaches his hand out and you take it. He pulls you in for a kiss, letting his free hand roam down your body, pushing your skirt up to cup your ass, giving it a squeeze.

You pull away first, smacking him lightly on the chest, "Seungcheol!"

He's got no shame though, as he pulls you out the door, laughing.

The two of your were not going far tonight. Just two floors down, to the apartment of a Joshua Hong. Long time friend of Seungcheol's, Joshua was having some friends over to look at the new vaccum he bought.

"It's got even better suction than the last one and the battery life lasts forever," says Joshua, showing off the lime green vaccum in the middle of his living room. Seungcheol's standing next to him with their other friend, Jeonghan. His arms are crossed in front of his chest, and his eyebrows furrowed as Joshua talks. Momo, Josh's next door neighbor, is crouched by the vaccum, eyeing its different attachments.

"How is it with pet hair?" She asks, and you feel that this is your cue to go grab another drink.

In the kitchen, Jeonghan's girlfriend is mixing some sort of concoction in a big punch bowl. She whips around at the sound of your footsteps, "There you are! Where have you been? I texted Seungcheol when we parked."

You send her a sheepish smile, "Got caught up on the new technology."

She rolls her eyes, "You lot are so boring."

"Trust me, you'll be the same once you're in the work force like us boring adults." You go to grab a cider from the fridge.

She scoffs waving her ladle in your direction, "Oi, pipe down Grandma. We're nearly the same age! You'll be sorry when I'm a professor. Don't make me give you detention."

You laugh, "Alright, alright. Don't fail me professor, clearly I was wrong. " You duck just as she swings the ladle at your head.

It doesn't take long until nearly everyone at the apartment is either drunk or baked. You don't know what she put in that bowl, but after seeing Momo passed out on the pool table, you were glad you stuck to your ciders.

You head back into the living room after cleaning up a spill in the hallway (whoever gave Jeonghan jaegerbombs, why?). Dino and Mingyu, Seungcheol's friends from school, are sprawled on the ground in front of the TV, Mario Kart forgotten, passing a lit joint between each other.

Seungcheol's sat back on the sofa, manspreading, and showing off his deliciously thick thighs, taking periodic sips of a Corona. He spots you across the room and you send him a shy smile.

Seungcheol motions at something with his eyes and you tilt your head at him, confused. He snaps his chin in a quick motion but you still don't understand and he lets out an exasperated breath. Settling further into the sofa, he pats his thigh. Your eyebrows shoot up, looking around the room, but no one's paying you all any attention.

Slowly you make you way to him and, once at his feet, he swiftly gets rid of the cider in your hand, pulling you into his lap with a low, "Come here, baby girl."

Your body heats up as his hands sit on your hips, fingertips grazing the sliver of skin between your shirt and skirt. Your skirt.

When you chose your outfit for today, you had felt good, confident even. You made a choice, to wear a new lingerie set you'd bought the other day. The thought was that, maybe, you and and your boyfriend would get up to some fun when you got back home.

But now, you'd never regretted something more. As Seungcheol adjusts you over his thighs, slotting one in between your legs, the fabric of his jeans rub against your delicate lace panties.

Your pussy pulsates and you've never been more embarassed. You will it to stop, but Seungcheol chooses that moment to dig his fingers into your hips, tensing his thigh, and your pussy throbs.

Little campfires breakout across your cheeks and you find yourself sinking back into Seungcheol's chest in shame. His breath fans across your ear, "Baby, why didn't you tell me you missed me." You can hear the smirk he's probably wearing, but even worse, you're sure he can feel the dampness pooling between your legs.

You should get up. But you know you can't. You know your wetness has seeped onto his jeans, leaving a dark spot, evidence of your need. Everyone would know.

His hands feel like they're burning into your hips, and he leans to press a sweet kiss to your exposed shoulder, sending a shiver down your spine.

You feel Seungcheol move, and then a blanket is draped over your lap, covering your entire bottom half from any onlookers. Though one look across the room told you not a single person was paying you two any mind.

Seungcheol rubs his hand back and forth over your tummy, the touch feeling like hot coals dragging across your skin. Back. Forth. Back. Forth

Then, his fingers slip past the waistband of your skirt.

You don't say anything as you feel his fingers skate across your clothed mound. When he finds your lips, he pushes down with two fingers. You suck in a breath and hold, mind going completely blank.

You should push his hand away. Scold him with a serious, Seungcheol!

But you don't.

Arousal flows out of you, staining his jeans. Evidence of your want, no, your need for your boyfriend.

Seungcheol, the devil he is, starts rubbing the slowest, most languid, circles, smirking into your neck when you start squirming in his lap.

"If you don't like it, you can just get up and leave baby," he whispers, nipping at your ear lobe.

You subtly shake your head no, worried that if you open your mouth, the most obscene sound would come out.

Seungcheol uses his other hand to pull at your thigh, spreading your legs further apart. He pushes your barely there panty aside and plunges a finger in. Your breath hitches at the sensation and your eyes flit around the room, but no one is paying you two any attention.

Seungcheol starts to pump his finger at a torturous pace and you try to keep your breathing even. He ghosts his lips up your neck, whispering, "Can you handle one more baby?" You shake your head with a quick no, biting down on your bottom lip.

Seungcheol's finger freezes and a low whine escapes your lips.

You move your hips just a little bit, chasing what little friction you could find, but Seungcheol tightens the hold on your thigh. "Seungcheol," You mean it to come out stern, but your voice is breathy and light.

"One more baby," Seungcheol nudges your neck with his nose and lets his teeth graze your skin. A shudder rolls through you as your pussy clenches around his single, slender finger.

You already know you've lost. You need Seungcheol to make you feel as full as possible. You nod shyly.

"Hmm?" Seungcheol says quietly, "I need to hear you baby." You can hear the smirk in his voice.

"Yes," You breathe out, looking around again to see not a single person paying attention. Seungcheol pushes his second finger in and you bite your lip again to stop the moan that nearly comes out.

Your breathing gets heavier as he curls his fingers just how you like it and your thighs start to tremble as you near your peak. "Are you close baby?" You nod as your fingers grab at the blanket in your lap. He continues to curl his fingers, a little faster now.

Your breathing turns into little whimpers that you try to keep down, but to no avail.

Seungcheol whispers one last, sweet, "Let go for me love," and you're cumming, releasing all over his fingers as he lets you ride them through your high before pulling out.

You hear the pop! of him sucking the taste of you off his fingers and you feel your juices leaking out, soaking into his jeans. You lean your head back onto him, eyes squeezed shut, out of embarrassment or pleasure you don't know.

"Good girl," Seungcheol whispers, rubbing a warm hand over your tummy, and leaving a soft kiss on your cheek. "You did so well for me, baby."

a/n: omg okay. this whole this was started because my lovely lovely v asked me do you think he'd be the type to sit you down on his lap to feel your pulse through your pussy? so this is really ur fault love sldjfsldfgldkzfgjdzfgkjdzfklhgb. let me know ur thoughts lovies!!!!!!!!!

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[pjmxtra]

Perfect in my eyes‧₊˚ ⋅

paring: 니키 x fmr

warning: smut, angst, & fluff | bullying by the other members, itty bitty committee, p in v, reader is thin and described as small (if that makes you uncomfortable pls block me!)

an: another request by my fav anon!! Ily like sm you make my creative juices flow (´ε｀ )♡ I cried while writing it so pls enjoy!!

You padded down the hallway in one of Niki’s shirts, the hem nearly brushing your knees. It swallowed your frame completely—soft fabric drowning your shoulders, sleeves hanging past your fingertips. Only your bare legs peeked out beneath it, small and pale against the oversized tee. The dorm was quiet aside from the occasional rustle of movement and low chatter from the living room. You shuffled into the kitchen, retrieving snacks with quiet precision before heading back.

The guys were draped across the couches, voices low with whatever conversation they’d been having—until they saw you..

Jake snorted. “Whoa. That shirt’s practically a dress on you.”

You paused mid-step, hands full of snacks, blinking toward them. “It’s like you just came out of the laundry hamper with the shirt still wrapped around you,” Sunoo joked, laughing softly.

“I could fold you up in it and still have room to spare,” Jake added, his tone light, teasing—but you still felt your stomach drop.

Jay tilted his head from where he lounged against the cushions. “Seriously, where are your limbs? You look like a floating head with legs.”

Your grip tightened around the bag of chips. You tried to smile, tried to brush it off with a small shrug. “I like it. It’s comfortable…”

“Comfortable?” Jake laughed again. “It’s practically eating you alive.”

“Yeah,” Jay chimed in, smirking. “You gotta put some meat on those bones or the wind’s gonna blow you away.”

The words stung sharper than they probably meant them to. You felt exposed. Your body, already something you’d been quietly insecure about, now felt like a spotlight had been thrown on it. You shifted on your feet, suddenly wishing the floor would open up and let you vanish back into Niki’s room without another word.

You lowered your head, eyes fixed on the snack bag, heart thudding. You hated that they’d noticed. Hated that your body never looked the way others expected it to. You weren’t curvy, soft, or womanly in the way you assumed Niki’s bandmates preferred.

Your silence must have lingered too long, because then— “Hey,” a voice behind you said, low and firm. “Let’s stop with the jokes, Hyung.”

You didn’t have to turn around to know who it was. Niki’s voice was deep, calm, a grounding presence that wrapped around your spine and steadied your breath. He appeared beside you a moment later, his large hand sliding around your waist effortlessly, his fingers nearly touching in front as he held you close to his towering frame.

Jake gave a nervous chuckle. “It was just a joke—she’s tiny. It’s not a bad thing.”

“Yeah, we didn’t mean anything by it,” Sunoo offered quickly.

“She’s just small, and you’re… well, you know…” Jay trailed off, trying to smile.

Niki didn’t look at them. His voice was low, cool. “You guys are pathetic.”

Then, without another glance at the others, he guided you away—back into the safety of his room, shutting the door behind you with a thud that seemed to mark the end of the conversation.

You sat at the edge of the bed, quiet. His shirt swallowed you even more when you hunched your shoulders. You picked at the hem, lost in your thoughts. Were they right? Did he secretly wish you were different? Softer, curvier—less… fragile?

“Kii,” you whispered, your voice barely there.

He stood at the door, back straight, eyes unreadable.

“Hm?”

You hesitated, then breathed out your doubt like it stung. “Do you think… I should change?”

He blinked, confused at first. Then—his expression tightened. “Are you serious?” he asked, crossing the room in three long strides. You didn’t answer, but the way your eyes shimmered said enough. Your lips trembled. You looked breakable—and it made his chest twist in frustration.

He knelt in front of you, gently pulling your small hands into his much larger ones. He pressed soft kisses to your knuckles, each one slow and steady. Then, looking up, he said, “You’re my girl. My beautiful girl. You don’t have to change for anyone—not even me. I love you.”

Your breath hitched. Niki stood and eased you into the bed like you weighed nothing. You clung to the warmth of his words, wanting to sink into them completely.

He leaned down, brushing a kiss to your forehead. “I have no problem showing you what I see when I look at you." Your heart stuttered. How could he say things like that? So easily, so surely?

Your hands reached up to him, brushing his hair back. “Show me,” you whispered against his lips, barely audible. “Please.”

His lips captured yours in a kiss as gentle as it was grounding. His hands traveled your body—slow, firm, claiming. His knee slipped between your thighs, spreading them apart like it was second nature. His mouth trailed from your lips to your neck, marking you softly but deliberately.

The shirt came off. Your shorts followed. Left in nothing but a lace set that looked like it belonged on a doll, your arms instinctively came up to shield yourself.

Niki’s hands slid over yours, pulling them away. “No, baby,” he murmured, eyes dark and soft. “Let me see my girl.”

You dropped your arms, heart pounding. His eyes roamed your body like you were art, a reverence in his gaze that made you want to cry. “So fucking pretty,” he breathed, cheeks tinted pink.

He sat you up, unclasping your bra with ease and tossing it aside. His palms covered your breasts, so much larger than you they completely hid you from view. You whimpered at the contact, already sensitive.

He grinned, leaning in to close his lips around a nipple, licking and sucking as his free hand squeezed the other. Your breath hitched and your hand curled into his hair, tugging gently. He pulled back with a pop, staring at the glisten he left behind.

He gathered you in his arms, lifting you effortlessly and settling you in his lap. His hands held your tiny frame like you were precious—and his to worship.

His hands explored your body with a reverence that made your breath catch in your throat. There was no hesitation in his touch—no flicker of doubt, no holding back.

His hands roamed the dips and bones of your form like they were familiar territory, but still sacred. With every graze, every stroke of his fingertips, he was learning you again—reminding you that he saw beauty in every line and angle.

His body eclipsed yours completely, long limbs bracketing you on either side as he hovered above, and when he settled down, pressing his chest against yours, it was like being wrapped in a weighted blanket of warmth and muscle and protection.

Niki’s lips moved to your collarbone, mouthing the fragile ridges he found there. “So delicate,” he whispered between kisses, voice thick with something between awe and frustration. “I don’t understand how anyone could say anything about this body except how perfect it is.”

You whimpered as his tongue flicked out to taste your skin, hot and wet against the sensitive spots only he seemed to know. His hands slid down your sides, fingers curling around your tiny waist, spanning it like it was nothing in his grasp. He could probably lift you with one arm if he wanted to—and the thought sent a shiver down your spine.

“I can hold all of you like this,” he murmured, voice gravelly against your ear, his breath hot. “You’re so small I could keep you in my lap forever. Would you like that, baby?”

You nodded, unable to speak, your face buried in his shoulder as your hands clung to the fabric still stretched over his broad back. He sat up with you easily, guiding you to straddle his thighs as he rested back against the headboard. Your knees barely reached the edge of the bed beside him. His hands cradled your hips, thumbs tracing lazy circles into your skin, soothing and possessive.

The lace underwear remained, the last barrier between you and him. He looked down at you, at your exposed chest, at the curve of your ribs, the way your bones created gentle shadows beneath your skin. “You’re art,” he said quietly, running a hand up your spine until you arched into him like instinct. “Not everyone can see it, but I do.”

Then, he leaned in, and his lips wrapped around the other breast, tongue swirling slow circles around your nipple before sucking it into his mouth. You gasped, hips jerking forward into his abdomen. You were so sensitive—so reactive—and he loved every second of it.

You let your head fall back, lips parted, breath coming out in soft, needy gasps. He pulled away only to trail his mouth down your torso, kissing down your ribs, each press of his lips purposeful. He made sure not to skip a single inch of you.

When he reached the waistband of your panties, he looked at you—eyes dark but soft, searching your expression. “Can I?” he asked, his fingers already hooked gently into the lace.

You nodded slowly, heart hammering. “Please…”

He slid them down slowly, savoring the moment like he was unwrapping something fragile and rare. His eyes stayed on you the whole time, making you feel more seen than you ever had in your life. When the last scrap of fabric was gone, he leaned back to take you in fully.

“Fuck…” he exhaled, hand ghosting over your hipbone. “You’re unreal. I didn’t know something this beautiful could fit in my hands.”

His fingers curled deep inside you, slow and deliberate, each stroke drawing a louder moan from your lips. You were soaked—your body clinging to him so tightly, slick and warm, trembling in his lap. Niki groaned low, watching your thighs twitch around his hand.

“You’re fucking soaked, baby,” he breathed, fingers working deeper, his palm grinding against your clit just right. “And all of it’s for me. Just me.”

You were barely holding on, jaw slack, head tilted back. You weren’t hiding the sounds anymore—couldn’t if you tried. Each thrust of his fingers pulled raw, high-pitched moans from your throat, and it only seemed to make him more possessive.

“You’re such a loud little thing now, huh?” he muttered, his tone dark with pride. “What happened to my shy girl?”

You whimpered, hips jerking into his hand, your fingers clawing at his shoulders.

His fingers slid from your core, slick and glistening, and he watched the way your thighs trembled, chest rising and falling in uneven breaths. He brought his fingers to his lips and sucked them clean slowly, eyes never leaving yours.

“You’re so sweet,” he murmured, voice husky. “I could taste you for hours.”

Heat bloomed across your chest, but before you could respond, he gently cupped your waist and guided you to shift. There was no urgency, just warmth and care in his touch as he helped you climb into his lap, your knees bracketing his hips. You were trembling, both from what you’d already felt and what you knew was coming.

“You okay?” he asked, hands resting soft and sure on your hips, thumbs brushing circles into your skin.

You nodded, cheeks flushed, your tiny frame looking even smaller straddling his tall, broad figure. “Yeah… I just…”

His hands moved to cradle your face, tilting it up so you’d look at him.

“You’re beautiful,” he said softly. “You don’t have to be anything else. I love you just like this.”

Your throat tightened, and before you could say anything, he leaned in and kissed you—slow and sweet, the kind of kiss that made your toes curl. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, breath mingling with yours.

“I want you to take me, just like this,” he whispered. “I want to feel you.”

You bit your lip and reached between you, fingers trembling as you guided him to your entrance. He hissed softly when he felt your heat, his hands never leaving your waist.

And then, slowly—gently—you sank down onto him.

Your mouth parted in a breathy moan as he stretched you open inch by inch. You could feel every part of him, thick and warm and deep inside you. You clung to his shoulders, head falling against his as you tried to catch your breath.

“Shh,” he whispered, hands sliding up your back. “You’re doing so good, baby. You feel like heaven.”

You whimpered softly, voice catching. “It’s so much…”

“I know,” he murmured, brushing your hair back. “But you’re perfect. You’re taking me so well. Just go slow.”

You moved slowly on his lap, hips rolling as you took him deeper with each breath. Niki’s hands never stopped moving—tracing your spine, your waist, brushing over the soft skin of your thighs like he was memorizing every inch of you. His thumbs caressed the dips of your hips like they were his favorite place on earth.

You rested your forehead against his, your small frame trembling with the effort, and he wrapped his arms around you tighter—supporting your weight as you moved.

“You don’t have to do anything,” he murmured, voice thick with awe. “Just let me feel you. Let me love you.”

He took over the rhythm, fucking up into you gently while holding you against him. Every roll of his hips was smooth and unhurried, dragging a soft moan from your throat. The way he filled you—so completely—made you ache in the sweetest way.

Niki’s lips found your neck, pressing kisses there as your hands threaded into his hair. His tongue traced along your pulse point, then lower—his mouth open, warm, leaving soft marks along your collarbone.

Your legs tightened around him, trying to pull him closer even though there was no space left between your bodies. You buried your face in his neck, your gasps louder now—needy and open, every sound echoing off the walls.

And he wanted them to echo.

“Let them hear,” he said, voice rough with desire. “Let them know how good I take care of you. How good you feel when you’re mine.”

He kissed you again, slow and deep, swallowing your moans as he kept moving. His hands slid up your back, curling around your ribs, his fingertips reverent as they explored the curves of your small body. You were everything to him—he couldn’t stop telling you, couldn’t stop showing you.

You gasped as he shifted slightly, the angle hitting that spot inside you just right, your nails digging gently into his skin. His hands came up to cradle your face again, kissing you through every sound you made, soaking up every part of you like he couldn’t get enough.

You felt the pleasure build slowly, beautifully, your body growing tighter around him as your movements grew sloppier, more desperate.

“I’m close,” you whispered, breathless.

“I know, baby. I feel it—let go for me.”

With one deep thrust and a soft cry, you unraveled, clinging to him as your body pulsed around his. Niki held you close, whispering soft praises against your lips.

He chased his own release only after yours had quieted, thrusting up into you with slow, deep rolls, his mouth open against your shoulder.

“Inside you,” he whispered. “I want to finish inside you.”

You nodded, whispering his name, and seconds later he groaned low and deep, spilling into you with a trembling breath. He held you there, buried in your warmth, his body shaking gently from the intensity.

Neither of you moved for a while.

Your head stayed nestled in the curve of his neck, his arms cradling you with quiet reverence. The world outside the room faded—just the two of you, wrapped up in each other.

Gently, he lifted you in his arms and shifted onto the bed, still holding you close as he eased both of you under the blankets. He cleaned you up with careful, tender hands, kissing your thighs, your wrists, your chest—anywhere that had been marked by your love.

You lay against him, tucked into his side under the sheets, still wearing the hoodie he slipped over your head—his scent wrapped around you like the warmth of his arms. Your body was sore in the best ways, skin flushed, lips swollen, and yet your heart was heavier than you thought it would be.

He felt it—knew it, even before you said anything. His hand traced idle patterns on your thigh, fingers brushing over your skin with reverence.

“Talk to me,” he murmured into your hair. You hesitated, pressing your face into his chest. “I just… I didn’t think I’d ever feel like this. Like… someone could want me like this. Like this body is enough.”

Niki leaned back just enough to look at you, his brows drawn, lips parted like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. One of his hands moved down, cupping your thigh, holding it in his palm like it was something delicate and sacred.

“Don’t ever say that again,” he said, low and steady. “You have no idea what it does to me—seeing you like this, knowing you are mine.”

He sat up, pulling you with him gently until you were straddling his lap again. This time it wasn’t frantic or rough—it was slow and quiet, his eyes burning into yours with nothing but awe.

“You’re perfect,” he said, fingers running over your waist, where his hands nearly wrapped around your entire frame. “Your hips… the way they fit in my hands—it drives me insane.”

He let his palms slide up, thumbs brushing over your ribs. “You don’t even realize what it does to me, do you? Every time I see you in my clothes—bare legs out, drowning in my shirt—it’s all I can think about.”

Your breath caught, his words soaking into your skin deeper than any touch.

He tilted your chin up with two fingers. “You’re not ‘too small.’ You’re mine. Every inch of you—from these soft thighs…” his hands squeezed them gently, “to this little waist…” he dragged his palms up your sides again, slower this time, making you shiver, “to these gorgeous tits—” his thumbs brushed over them through the hoodie, making your breath hitch.

“I love your body,” he said, like it was the most obvious truth in the world. “I love how I can lift you, move you. How your whole body reacts when I touch you. And how you feel—wrapped around me, so tight and perfect…”

He leaned in, brushing his lips over yours. “I wouldn’t change a single thing.”

You stared at him, barely breathing, your heart clenching in your chest. He meant it. Every word.

“ki…” you whispered, voice breaking.

His lips touched your forehead. “You’re everything I want. Exactly as you are. I’ll keep showing you that until you believe it.”

And he did.

He kissed you again, soft and slow, and let his hands explore your body like he was memorizing it all over again—every dip, every bone, every shiver. His touches were gentler now but no less intense. Worshipful. Patient.

He didn’t need to prove anything—not anymore. You were already his. And he was going to make sure you never forgot how deeply he adored every inch of you.

[collapsedglasshouses]

HOTEL NEIGHBORS || Noah Sebastian x fem!Reader

PHOTO CREDIT: Bryan Kirks

SUMMARY: After you hear Noah talk about liking experienced women, you can't help but feel insecure about yourself. Noah wants nothing but to lift your spirits.

WARNINGS: SMUT, MDNI, friends to lovers, inexperienced reader, slight ? dom!noah i guess, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected p in v (dont do that), slight mutual pining?, not edited oopsie, ...

TAGLIST: @measuredingold @cncohshit @circle-with-me @jilliemiw86 @justeli6

A/N: This idea planted itself in my head last night and I don't even know what to say anymore. I’m more than stressed because of university, but I hope my creative spark is coming back rather sooner than later. Is anyone actually reading what I say here. If you're reading this say hi in the comments, ily. Please, enjoy and consider reblogging if you liked it.

You didn’t exactly know you had gotten into this situation but at this exact moment you were shifting in your place and wanted nothing more but to vanish into thin air.

You were currently sitting in a hotel lobby, exhausted and tired from the show the boys had played, and waited for Matt to hand you the keys to your hotel rooms. Somehow in the course of the last ten minutes, the conversation between the guys had turned. They were talking about previous relationships and the experience it came with since Folio had been freshly separated from his ex-girlfriend.

“I don’t know what it is, but I feel like I just want someone with more experience, you know? I’m not saying I wouldn’t date anyone who doesn’t have much experience but I just-… I don’t know. You know what I mean, Noah?” Folio rambled and looked at the man next to you in hopes to find confirmation.

“Yeah, I know. I prefer women with experience, too. I guess.” Noah just mindlessly mumbled while looking at his phone.

You knew for sure the boys didn’t say this in an ill intend but somehow this exchange began to bother you more than you wanted it to. In all honesty, it felt like a punch straight to your face. You felt stupid that this simple exclaim from Noah got to you, but you couldn’t really help it. It wasn’t like you never had sex. You had a boyfriend that you dated from high school to about two years ago, but when it came to your sex life it felt like you never really experienced anything. You knew almost everything that only concerned you, but when it came to another person being involved, your knowledge stopped. You knew what you liked and what you disliked. But that didn’t make the conversation you just witnessed any less hurtful.

You swallowed hard before standing up from your waiting seat in a rather fast manner.

“Imma head to the bathroom.” You mumbled so quietly you feared nobody would have heard you, before walking away. You didn’t see how Noah looked after you with a confused facial expression.

You slammed the door shut behind you and stared at your reflection in the fancy bathroom mirror. Your eyes were watery and you hated yourself for that. Especially Noah’s sentence echoed in your head and you hated that you had a weak spot for him. You hated that you got along with him too well for your liking. When the band hired you as an assistant for Matt about a year ago, you hadn’t planned that all of this would happen. You thought you were there for only one tour and now you were already on your third with the band. To your astonishment, you got along wonderfully with everyone, but you and Noah had a special bond. You didn’t know what it was exactly but somehow you repeatedly found yourself in deep conversations about literally everything with him. It took you well over six months to realize that you didn’t just simply like him as a friend, but you were starting to fall for him.

Right now, you hated yourself that you never got brave enough to admit it to him. You always acted like nothing had changed and you felt embarrassed about the fact that a small sentence like that could throw you off so bad when you didn’t have the right to act like that about it.

A couple of minutes passed before you had enough courage to head back to the boys. So, you took a deep breath and wiped away the single tear that had managed to escape, before stepping out of the bathroom again. Gladly, you didn’t have to justify your sudden move as Matt approached the group at the same time as you to hand you the keys.

“Finally, I thought we needed to sleep in the lobby.” You managed to say with a lopsided smile while Matt handed you your key.

While your group headed in the elevator, you took up a small conversation with Matt about things that had happened at tonight’s show, before he headed out together with the others. The only two left in the elevator being, of course, you and Noah.

“Looks like we’re neighbors tonight.” He answered you with a sweet smile after looking at your key for a second.

“Cool.” You tried to exclaim as friendly as possible and cringed for your second. Even the most unempathetic person on this planet would have realized that something was going on with you, but you were glad Noah decided to not talk about it as you walked to your rooms.

A couple of hours later, you were finished with your evening and ready to go to sleep but before you could slip under the blankets, you heard a slight knock on your door. For a second, you considered to just ignore it but when it knocked again, you sighed and opened the door just enough to look who was disturbing your peace at these ungodly times.

You were greeted by Noah with a worried expression on his face. For a second, you just looked at him confused, but he was fast to explain, while you opened the door a little more.

“Tell me what I did. You’ve been ignoring literally all my texts for more than three hours at this point.” He exclaimed and crossed his arms in front of his chest. Of course, he was right about his statement. You had seen his texts. Normally, you’d test about the concert or some random stuff until you were both to sleepy to respond, but you had decided you couldn’t deal with him this evening. Not after you got so emotional because of a stupid sentence.

“I have no idea what you are talking about.” You lied and mirrored his gesture.

He lifted his eyebrow, and you already know he wouldn’t let you out of that conversation until you gave him the answers he wanted. “Gaslight someone else, sweetheart.” He grumbled.

You sighed and looked at your hands. “It’s nothing, Noah.”

“Oh, come on. You know nothing you is unimportant.” He encouraged you.

It felt stupid. Stupid how easy it was to open up to him, but you knew you couldn’t just tell him what’s been on your mind, so you simply shook your head. You were about to close the door, when he reached into the doorframe and pressed himself in your room while you protested.

“Y/n. Seriously, what’s going on?” He muttered in a soft tone while sitting down on your bed. He patted the place next to him. When you sat down, he turned to fully face you and touched your shoulder. “Please talk to me.”

“I really can’t, Noah.” You whispered. “It’s so fucking stupid.”

You felt so dumb, you wanted to slap yourself. You didn’t want this to go bad. You hated your feelings for choosing him. For opening up to him. For becoming so close with him. You remembered how you had joked with Matt about how everyone would eventually fall for THE lead singer and how you said Noah is just a really good friend and now look at you. Unable to even look him straight in the face.

“Did I say something?” Noah wanted to know, and you briefly looked at him. You couldn’t hold his gaze any longer in fear you would crack. You looked at his shirt to calm your thoughts but that was when you noticed his neckline and your thoughts instantly began to wander.

“You never not tell me anything.” Noah urged.

“Why are you so desperate?” You asked him in slight annoyance and swept his hand of your shoulder.

He blinked surprised for a couple of seconds before answering you. “Because you can’t even look at me and I don’t like that.”

Your heart jumped with happiness when you heard that confession, even if it was innocent.

“That’s not true.” – “Then look at me.”

You sighed before forcing your eyes onto his for a second just to look away again.

“See?” He mumbled, defeated. “I’m sorry if I said something that upset you. I didn’t mean it.”

“So, you didn’t mean you liked girls with experience better than others?” You spat out before you could even think about it more and instantly regretted it.

Noah opened and closed his mouth in confusion. He knew about your previous experiences or lack of experience.

“See that’s exactly why I didn’t want to tell you. It is dumb.” You tried to brush off what had just happened, but Noah shook his head.

“No, no, no. It’s not dumb. I didn’t mean it like that, I-…” He began to explain but you just sighed and rolled your eyes.

“Just stop, Noah.” You mumbled and laid down on your bed. “We should get some sleep. Tomorrow is another stressful day.”

“N-no… I really didn’t mean it like that. I wasn’t even paying attention to Folio. I-… I don’t care about experience, Y/N. I consider myself lucky if anyone gets close to me at the moment. I’m a stressed mess, you know.” Noah rambled out and you noticed that he was nervous. You couldn’t really think about why.

“Oh c’mon. Everyone would consider themselves lucky to sleep with you, Noah. And you fucking know that.” You joked halfheartedly, but then a smile crept onto his face.

“You too?” He asked with a broad smirk on his face.

“Huh?” You huffed as your eyes grew wide.

“I mean… I know you are worried about not having too much experience… I just-…” He swallowed hard. “I could… help with that.”

“You wanna have sex with me?” You bluntly asked your friend and felt your heart almost exploding in your chest.

“I-… You know, we-… I-…” He began to stutter for a second but then he saw how nervous you looked and stopped in his tracks. “So, you wanna have sex with me.”

You felt your cheeks heat up and you swallowed hard. “Uh… I…”

“Forget it, you don’t have to answer th-…” – “Actually, I do.”

Your voice was not more than a whisper while your thoughts were racing. You just blankly confessed that to him, because you were tired. Tired of holding back.

“You are joking, right?” Noah mumbled; his mouth slightly open.

“Oh, come on. As if this comes as a surprise. There are literally people writing fanfiction about you.” You said and ran a hand through your hair in frustration.

“And you know that why?” He exclaimed and smiled lopsidedly.

Your eyebrows rose for a second when you realized what you had said.

When you didn’t answer, he spoke again. “So, you wanna have sex with me?”

“Trust me, with each word coming out of your mouth, the urge is getting less and less.” You answered him and rolled your eyes. His smile faded slightly, and he looked you deep in the eyes.

“Would you feel better if I told you I’ve thought about it, too?” He exclaimed and the tone of his voice shot straight to your core. This didn’t feel real.

“Yeah… Yeah that would help.” You mumbled and swallowed hard, not knowing how to proceed.

A second later, Noah was hovering over your, his face only a couple of inches away from you and you felt how the atmosphere in the room changed.

“You really wanna do this?” He asked you as your hands travelled to the hem of your shirt. You nodded.

“Tell me, you want this.” He almost pleaded with you.

“I want you to fuck me, Noah. For god sake, should I write it down for you?” You whisper-shouted against his lips and with that he giggled quietly before kissing your lips with such force that you realized he wasn’t joking. You grabbed his face and pulled him even closer to you. It felt like you two grasped onto everything. It felt like you were each other’s last meal. Like you were starved for so long, you couldn’t control it anymore.

You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him down towards your core that was only clothed in your underwear, and you could feel how hard he was. You couldn’t help but grind against him. He slightly moaned into your mouth as your tongues danced with each other and you moved your hips again.

“Stop that.” He suddenly groaned against your mouth, and you began to grin. “What if I don’t?”

“Then I’m not going to go easy on you, sweetheart.” He warned you. It didn’t take a second for you to grind against him one more time, while smiling proudly about what a hard time he had with you.

“You’re going to regret that.” He mumbled and grabbed your hips with his hand firmly. This alone almost made you cum. It felt like something in him snapped. His pupils were blown wide with lust and then he was underdressing you. It was like he was ripping you out of your clothes.

When he reached your underwear, he stopped for a second and looked at you for reassurance. It was the last chance for you to tell him, but you didn’t want that. You didn’t want him to stop.

“I trust you.” You breathed out and bucked your hips for a second.

“You don’t even know how long I’ve been waiting for his, Y/n.” He answered you as he slowly slipped down your underwear. He didn’t waste any time after that and only a few kisses later to your stomach, you felt how his tongue moved through your folds. A soft moan escaped your mouth and you arched your hips to possibly get any closer to him.

Your hands found their way in your hair. It wasn’t the first time someone went down on you, but never before had it felt so intense to you.

He pinned your hips down to the bed with one arm and his tongue was devouring you like it was the last thing he would do. The sounds you were making only made him go harder. Then you felt how he added a finger inside of you, quickly followed by another.

“Oh my-… Fuck, Noah.” You gasped and you felt the vibrations of his laugh against your core. You felt a knot building inside of you and you tried to concentrate on anything that would help you not to come instantly.

“I can feel that you’re close.” He mumbled against you and flicked his tongue over your clit while his fingers pumped in and out of you.

You nodded, unable to form clear words without moaning them.

“I know, you can go longer than that, Y/n.” He hummed against you, and you felt like you were going insane.

“God, please.” You cried out, fearing you couldn’t hold it any longer.

His mouth and fingers felt so good, you were sure you couldn’t help yourself much longer. You felt your orgasm built up and then-… He stopped. He pulled away from you, his fingers out of your pussy and you whined at the loss of contact.

He grabbed your face with the hand that had been inside of you just seconds before and looked you in the eyes. “When you come tonight, it’s gonna be on my cock.”

“You know, it’s kind of unfair that I’m laying here completely naked while you’re fully clothed.” You breathed out with a small smile on your face.

“Oh, yeah?” He laughed against your lips before climbing of the bed to get out of his clothes. His eyes never left yours and yours never left his.

He was in nothing but his underwear, his cock hard underneath them and you bit your lip as his hands hooked under the waistband and he slowly slit them off. Your eyes slowly widened at the sight of his member, and you suddenly realized that all of this was real. He looked so perfect. All of him.

“You still okay?” He asked as he crawled back to you.

“Yes.” You breathed out when he was on top of you again. He leaned down to kiss you. You could feel him against your core, his cock moving between your folds as if he belonged there.

“Noah, please.” You moaned out and let your hands roam over his back.

“Yes?” He teased you and rocked his hips once more.

“Don’t be such a tease.” You whined and dragged your fingernails over his back. He let out a soft moan.

“Tell me what you want, Y/n.” Noah exclaimed, and you whined, before rolling your eyes.

“Do that again and I’ll make you regret it.” He breathed out.

“Oh, I’m so scared.” You answered him in a mocking tone and he instantly gave his words truth.

For the second time something snapped inside of him. You let out a small yelp as he flipped you over in a swift motion, your chest hitting the mattress. He grabbed your hips with such force, you were sure he would leave bruises.

“You still wanna continue to be a brat?” He asked you in an almost dangerous tone and you shook your head.

“Fuck, you’re dripping.” He almost moaned and you felt this cock against your ass. He positioned himself behind you, his tip teasing your entrance. His hands wandered over your hips softly and you felt a kiss against your neck. “We can stop anytime.”

“Please, don’t stop.” You breathed out. After that he slowly slid into you, your mouth open in a silent moan as he bottomed out.

“Is that alright?” He asked with a soft tone as you tried to get used to the feeling of him inside of you.

“Yes, everything is perfect.” You moaned out.

When he started to move, you thought you were going to die. In a good way. In a way that made you decide right there and then that when your time has come, this was how you wanted it to end.

“Oh, my f-… Noah.” You whispered out and gripped the sheets beneath you.

His right hand slowly reached to the front of your body and found your clit. He swiftly circled it while rocking into you.

His head was buried in your neck and the room was filled with moans and pants and curse words that were almost illegal to speak out.

“Shit, Y/N.” He whined into your neck. “You feel so good.” His thrust became faster and you were almost certain the bed was going to break if he kept that pace. But you were too far gone to care. You felt that knot in your stomach again and you knew this time you couldn’t contain yourself.

“Come on. Come for me, sweetheart.” He whispered against the back of your head, and you screamed. You screamed load enough that you were sure Jolly in the room underneath to you would hear.

He fucked you through it, his pace only slowing down moments later, right before he pulled out and you felt hot liquid painting your back.

You let yourself fall onto the pillow and he soon collapsed next to you. You turned to face him and could help but smile at him. He reached out to brush a strand of hair out of your face. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, but I’m in desperate need of a shower and I don’t even wanna talk about the lack of sleep we’ll have tomorrow.” You answered him and giggle for a second that caused him to smile.

“It was worth it.” He mumbled before leaning in again.

“Yes… yes it was.” Your lips met in a soft kiss and for a second everything inside of you began to tingle. You knew this was a new chapter for the both of you and that this was only the beginning.

“Let’s shower.” He mumbled before getting up and reaching out to help you up. He slung his arms around you for a second. “Maybe you can tell me about those fanfictions while showering.”

Your eyes widened for a second, before you made your way to the bathroom, followed by a laughing Noah.

“I’ll keep that to myself.” You answered him, before closing the bathroom door behind the two of you.

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"He Called me Pretty!" - CS 55

summary: in which Carlos and Y/N is baby sitting Penelope and Leo, suddenly Carlos calls his wife pretty which makes her all cute and giddy <3

pairings: Carlos Sainz x Pregnant Wife!Reader

warnings: none, pure fluff like fr

word count: 1,439

a/n: we r so close to 900 aaaa ily allllll u deserve to be fed with thisss also should i make a carlos sainz x pregnant wife reader series!?!!? also penelope's nickname as we all know is "p" <33

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Being pregnant was two things for you, awesome and horrific.

Cause who the fuck told you that it would be this horrendous? And a whole rollecoaster ride. First trimester was pure hell, that's what you would yap and yap all night and day long to your husband. What's great about him is he would always say "Ay mi amor you know if I could just take the pregnancy for you, I would." He'd chuckle, which made you a laughing mess.

Meanwhile, second trimester was a more chill, God how you thanked everyone who told you that. Now you were 6 months in, so close, so close Y/N. You'd repeat to yourself.

Boy were you thankful to have a husband like Carlos cause honestly your whole pregnancy consists of being mean to him, pouting like a kid, and being his big baby.

Like one night, the cold air brushed against your whole body making you shiver. A loud whine and groan escapes your mouth, eyebrows furrowing and mouth with a full on pout as you open your eyes seeing your husband take all of the duvet in. Not even leaving space for his beautiful pregnant wife!?!

You didn't say you anything, you just sat there pouting like a kid with your arms crossed while you stared at him. Carlos has a strong feeling and urge to suddenly wake up which he never really gets especially at 3am but boy did he had the feeling. He opens his eyes lazily, eyebrows furrowing like yours as he sees you pouting and glaring at him.

He groans. "mami?" he says in his groggy but still hot voice.

You didn't even answer him, you just pouted and gave him a playful but still slightly rough smack on his shoulder as you turn around to face the wall.

A chuckle comes out of Carlos's mouth, he loved his wife. He really did, even if it was one of these times. He smiles happily still sleepy as he wraps the duvet around your body while his hands gently pulled you in closer to him. He wraps his arms around your belly, gently rubbing it knowing that finally his beautiful wife is warm and happy as he mumbles words.

"You saying something?!" you snap, still with a pout on your face but that soon melted away feeling your husband's warm touch but most especially the duvet of course.

"That i love you." He utters, pressing kisses against your neck.

You smiles happily, putting your hands on top of your husband's which was still on your baby bump. "I love you too." you mumble as you drift off to sleep.

Few weeks later, you get a sudden text from Max and Charles asking if you could babysit P and Leo. You didn't hesitate to say yes, you loved the two of them, you and Carlos have been babysitting them for quite a while since Charles and Max always had these "best friend" times together. You beg to disagree, you were always team lestappen.

What you didn't expect is too see the two kids, yes Leo is considered a kid cause he is a freaking kid even if he's a dog and we love him. Anyways, you thought Max and Charles would be there to accompany them inside but instead when you opened the front door you saw P smiling happily like the little girl she is with her pink backpack and Leo wagging his tail and his tongue out.

"HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII" P exclaims happily with a bright smile as she opens her arms.

Your jaw dropped but you changed it to a smile, seeing the two of them. "Hiiii!" You match P's energy as you lean down to pick her up in your arms and Leo in the other.

P smiles happily seeing you as she wraps her arms around you and gives you kisses all over your cheek which she always does and so does Leo. You giggle, feeling the warmth of the kisses of the two kids, small licks of Leo on your left and P's kisses on your right.

"Maxie and Uncle Charlie went out again, maybe they're on a date." P giggles that was followed by a huff from Leo, the pup sure did agree to his older sister.

"I swear, your dads have more dates than me and your uncle Carlos." You mutter, making P laugh as you close the front door. Once you closed the door, Carlos came right downstairs with a smile on his face.

"If it isn't my two favorite kids." He chuckles, approaching you guys closer as he quickly gives P a peck on her cheek and eventually taking Leo from your arms.

You smile, watching Leo lick Carlos all over his face. Your head turns to P as you smile at her, gently putting her down to the couch while she lays down comfortably, inhaling the fresh air and the coldness of your house that she loved.

While P laid down comfortably on the couch and Leo and Carlos are having a sweet moment, you head over to the fridge to grab the puppuccino you saved just for Leo.

"Didn't Charles say no more puppuccinos for Leo mi amor?" Carlos chuckles, seeing you with the small cup on your hand.

"Yeah but this little cutie deserves to be spoiled." You giggle, kissing Leo on his head as you hand Carlos the puppuccino to give to Leo. "And you pretty girl." You smile, sitting next to P on the couch. "i made you cookies."

Those cookies lasted not even five minutes for P, she really loves your baking especially your cookies. As the hours passed, all four of you just stayed and chilled on the couch while watching tv. P was nestled in your lap, her head laying down against your baby bump that she loved caressing.

"You're big." She giggles, giving pecks on your baby bump as she eventually looks up at you with those cute little eyes of her.

"Yea, i sure am." You laugh, sighing softly. Lately, you've just felt so soft-hearted, you don't know why. You've been clingy to Carlos and he's absolutely into it. You really don't know but it's definitely a cute look on you.

You didn't even notice Carlos's soft gaze on you. He was staring at you like a teenager in love as he caresses Leo with his hands who was now asleep. Carlos was so happy to have you especially when you got pregnant. He loves and adores you so much that in most days you don't even notice his loving stares.

"You look pretty." He smiles softly, his hand reaching out to caress your cheek as he looks at you and that cute little sundress of yours.

It was like your world stopped and your heart melted so much. It's not that Carlos doesn't say you look pretty, in fact he does say it everyday but something was just different today. You felt the loving presence of your husband and his love for you.

You pout cutely, eyelashes fluttering as you smile at him. "What did you say?" You ask him softly, knowing damn you well you heard him but you wanted to hear that word again.

"I said you look pretty mi amor." He smiles, scooting closer next to you, his other arm wrapping around your shoulder as he places a soft kiss on your cheek.

You couldn't help but smile and giggle, you were like a little girl getting a doll. "He said i look pretty!" You say to P with pure happiness and joy.

"You are pretty!" She giggles, moving to your side to give you a kiss on your other cheek.

Carlos smiles at the beautiful sight but he wonders why that was your reaction even if he always said it everyday. "I always say that to you everyday mi amor." He says with a confused look but still with a smile on his mouth.

You smile, leaning your head on his shoulder. "I know you do, it's just it feels different now and i don't know i just love you so much that i feel so happy and giddy even if all you said was that i looked pretty."

He smiles, pressing a kiss on your forehead. "I love you more."

After being together for so long you still loved your husband and his cute but small actions that gave you butterflies even if it was just a simple "you look pretty." Still, you couldn't contain your excitement. "He said i look pretty!!" You squeal once again to P who was matching your energy.

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I See You As You Are - Pt5

aemond x f!reader 

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Summary: You and Aemond settle into married life and it’s as if nothing changed besides the fact that you both get to share chambers. Between gifts, conversations, and full moon wishes you both fall more in love. 

Warnings: 18+ t e a s i n g, fingering, bondage, p in v, breeding kink confirmed, on a serious note he finally discusses driftmark w reader so mention of mutilation

Authors Note: what the fuck - anon whoever u are let me kiss u just once for planting this into my brain ily ily ily ily ily and thank u for letting me hijack it i love you and aemond so much 

Word Count: 8.1k lets pretend this is chill and relaxed 🙂

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The past week has consisted of all of your belongings slowly being moved into Aemonds chambers. You were nervous his softness would disappear now that you are wed but it’s only increased and you realized it was foolish to have that thought in the first place. Your early garden walks are no comparison to walking up to Aemond holding you tightly against him and whispering soft words of adoration.

“Good morning, my beautiful wife.” he hums when he sees your eyes start to open. You yawn and curl into him not ready to begin the day just yet. “What would you like to do today?” he brushes your hair out of your face. 

“I believe your dagger is ready.” you mumble pressing your lips to his chest. 

“My dagger?” he furrows his brows. 

“The one I had commissioned for you.” you look up at him. 

“I told you that you needn’t do that.” he sighs, running his fingers down your back. 

“I didn’t need to but I wanted to.” you hum. “Will you escort me to the blacksmith?” you start to stretch out. 

“I suppose I could do that for something in return.” you squeeze your hand into his side at his words. 

“First you don’t want the dagger and now you want it and something more?” you look at him with a raised brow. 

“I never said I didn’t want the dagger. I said you shouldn’t trouble yourself with getting me gifts.” he purses his lips before pulling you up to them to kiss you. 

“And what is it that you would like?” you throw your legs over his hip to straddle him. 

“Mm, I don’t know yet.” his hands rest on your hips. “Might I have the day to come up with something?” you press your lips to his once more before getting off the bed. 

“I suppose.” you toss over your shoulder. “Help me dress?” you go to turn to him but his hands are once again placed on your waist. 

“I wish to keep you in our chambers naked and filled.” he whispers, pressing his lips to your neck. 

“Then who will go to the smithy’s to get your dagger?” you bite your lip, swallowing back your moan. 

“I will.” he sucks softly on your neck, relishing in your soft noises.

“What if I want to remain by your side today?” a gasp falls from your lips when his teeth graze your heated skin.

“You won’t even know I’m gone if I fuck you into the mattress hard enough.” he smiles when he hears your soft moan. “You’d be fast asleep with my seed slowly leaking out of you.” you grab onto his arm as he engulfs one of your breasts. 

“The way you speak is- Aemond,” you claw into his arm as he brings his other hand between your thighs. 

“The way I speak is what?” he chuckles, sliding his fingers down the sides of your slit. 

“Filthy,” you pant as he continues to tease you, avoiding where you want him the most. “Just touch me, please,” you whine. 

“I am touching you.” he whispers in your ear. 

“I want more.” he smiles against your skin at the small whimper.

“Tell me what you want.” he slides his finger through your center. “Why are you so wet?” he continues to slowly slide his finger up your slit. 

“Because I want you to touch me more.” you whine. 

“Where do you want me to touch you?” he rolls your nipple, feeling your legs start to shake around his hand. 

“Like this but more.” your nails dig into his arms. 

“I could do this all day.” he nods into your neck as he continues with his teasing touches. “Play with your slick cunny while you shake in my arms. Do you think you’d come if I just kept up like this?” he listens to your soft gasps.

“Yes,” you nod. “Please, just a little faster.” your hips jerk into his hand.

“No, no. Just like this.” he chuckles at your whine. 

“But Aem-“ he pinches your nipple pulling a cry from you. 

“Shh, just like this.” you lean back against him as your legs continue to shake. “Would you like me to bring you back to bed and fuck you into your pillow?” you let out a soft plea at his words. “Stuff you with my seed again to make sure it takes? Your cunny is begging for it so badly it’s weeping all over my fingers.” 

“Please,” you gasp, rocking your hips. 

“Please, what?” he sucks softly on your neck. 

“Fill me.” his teeth graze against you. “Please. I wish to carry our child. Please, Aemond,” you almost sob when he removes his hands. He’s pulling you over to the bed and soon you’re falling on your pillows. He presses himself against your back and presses his lips to your shoulder. 

“Remember you can always tell me if it’s too much.” he whispers, bringing your hands to your pillow and you turn your head to the side. 

“Please, I need you,” your voice pleading. Your head rests against the pillow when his fingers dig into your hips and raise them. “Thank you,” he groans at your soft words as he coats his cock with your wetness. 

“You are so very welcome.” he presses into you in one motion, watching you dig into the pillow. 

“Yes,” you whine and he watches your body tremble before he feels you fall apart around him. 

“Mm, you’re sensitive this morning.” he smiles, running a hand up your back. He starts a quick pace and is graced with your small gasps as you hold onto the pillow. You turn your head and bite into the pillow and he chuckles. “No, I want to hear you.” he leans over you and turns your head back. He starts to push into you once more, regaining his fast rhythm. 

“Mm, I’m-I, Aemond,” you try to look at him but your eyes keep shutting. “Please,” you feel your pleasure build quickly as you’re surrounded by him. “Yes,” you arch your back more and gasp when his palm lands on your ass. “Again.” you dig your nails into the pillow when he lands his hand on your ass once more.

“Always begging for more.” he chuckles lowly, digging his fingers into your flesh as your continued pleas greet his ears. “Your cunny is begging just as desperately for my seed.” he whispers, starting to snap his hips into you faster.

The only sounds around your shared chambers are your noises and the sound of skin on skin.Your pleas become louder and louder until your pleasure crashes into you. His hips falter feeling you pulse around him before he continues at his pace listening to your soft noises. You mumble slurred pleas beneath him while you continue to flutter around him. With one last thrust he pours his seed into you pressing his forehead to your shoulder. 

“Are you okay?” he pants. 

“Yes,” the word barely a breath. 

“Is there anything you would like?” he presses his lips to your back. 

“Tea.” he watches you nod with shut eyes.

“I’ll be back.” you nod once and he sits back to watch as he pulls out. “Perfect.” he watches his seed slowly leak from you. 

He makes the tea for you as quickly as he’s able and by the time he’s back to you, you’re asleep. He sets the cup on the side table and pulls the sheets over you. He watches you for a moment soundly asleep in his bed before he begins to dress. He stops at the table to write you a letter and leave it by the tea should you wake before he returns. 

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When you open your eyes once more you feel the stickiness between your thighs and bury your head deeper into the bed with a small smile. You’ve never felt so improper but so satisfied. You press into the pillow more before shifting your hips, sighing. You look at the side table and find a cup of tea and a rolled parchment. You sit up wondering if he’s truly written you a letter. 

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Wife,

I had hoped to return before you could find this but I suppose now you can have a letter of your own. 

I’m going to the Blacksmith as you requested and I have to stop and pick up one more thing - then I will return. 

I wish I could articulate better through letters as you - it’s why I’ve always kept them. 

 My wish for the moon: I wish to return before you wake so you don’t read this. 

~

You sit in bed with a smile on your face imagining him sitting at the table and writing this. You pull the drawer on the side table to place the letter and a grin spreads across your face. The one place you didn’t think to look. You’ve been searching all over his chambers for your letters and you never expected them to be next to his bed. You pull them out and sift through them feeling a blush creep up your neck. You hear the door open and quickly start putting the letters back as you keep glancing at the steps. Aemond reaches the landing and watches as you try to shove the parchments in the drawer. He sets things on the table before walking over to you.

“Handle those with care.” he chuckles. “They were in there neatly and in sequential order.” he opens the drawer more and starts to organize them. 

“I wanted to place the one you gave me in there.” you watch his neck flush. 

“I had hoped I would return before you could read it.” he places the neat pile into the drawer and plucks his from your fingers and starts a new pile with it. 

“Let me see the dagger. I wish to make sure they did a fine job.” he watches you purse your lips and look across his belt. “Was it not ready? My Gods I’ll go down there myself.” he watches you throw the sheets off and start to rise with a furrowed brow. 

“Relax.” he pulls you back to him. “It’s on the table. I haven’t taken it out yet so you might open your gifts at the same time as I.” he chews his lip watching your eyes look up to him. 

“My gifts?” you narrow your eyes. 

“Let me get you a robe so we can go to the table.” he watches you smile. 

“Why do I need a robe? We’re alone.” he lifts you from the bed and starts toward the wardrobe. 

“Because if you don’t cover up the only gift you’re getting today is my cock filling your cunny.” he’s satisfied with the flush blossoming across your chest. 

“Can I just have that as an extra gift then?” his eye darkens as he sets you down. You blink up at him as he wraps a robe around you. “Please?” you whisper and his lips are on you the next second. 

“Let us both open our gifts.” he pulls back. “And I must get you food and a bath at least. Maybe even go to the library or gardens. You’ve been in our chambers for the past week.” he softly chuckles at your pout. 

As he leads you to the table he thinks back to when he thought that you would feel like a prisoner, yet here you are willingly hiding in the sheets begging to repeatedly be filled. He watches the robe flow behind you and he can’t help but admire you as you perch on a chair around the table. 

“I’m terrified of how much I love you.” he watches a small smile spread across your face. 

“Might you teach me the language?” you tilt your head. 

“It’ll take time, it’s difficult.” he hums and takes a seat across from you. 

“I don’t foresee myself being busy with anything besides loving you and bearing our children.” you nod and his heart skips and he nods at you once.

“Open yours first.” he pushes the wrapped box to you. 

You undo the wrapping and steal glances at him when you start to open the lid. A small sound comes from you as you pull the first book out. It’s beautifully bound in a white leather with gold lettering. The second book is as equally as stunning and you begin to flip through the pages looking at the fresh black ink unread by others eyes besides the person who wrote them. He watches you place the books side by side and slowly look up to him with glossy eyes. 

“How did you know?” your lip wobbles. 

“You’re not the only one who can ask the maesters what someone’s favorite book is. He told me these were the ones you requested when you first got here. I had quite the company working on these just for you.” his words get softer. “I hope they’re to your liking.” he watches your face crumble as tears start to pour over the edge. “I’m sorry. Do you not like them? What can I do?” he’s on his feet and walking over to you in seconds. 

“They are so very perfect.” you look up at him. “Just like you.” you rise and pull him into a hug. “You didn’t have to do this.” you squeeze your arms around him tighter. 

“You are worth it and you certainly deserve it.” he presses his lips to the top of your head. “And if you’re going to shower me in gifts, know that I will answer that with a storm of gifts for you.” 

“You haven't even opened your first gift yet.” you pull back and pout. He chuckles and pulls you back to his chair with him. You stand next to him and push the bag closer to him. 

“I still don't think you should have gotten me anything.” he hums, looking at the bag. 

“Aemond.” you whine. “Please,” you whisper. You slowly smile as he opens the bag and when he starts to pull it out by the hilt you gasp at how it came out. 

Aemond holds the dagger in both of his hands as his eye studies every inch of it. It has the right weight and balance to it and the details you had them put into the leather hilt is.. exquisite.. something he doesn’t deserve. He runs his finger down the length of the blade before flipping it and offering that side the same careful eye. He looks up at you and sees you chewing your lip. 

“Is it to your liking? I had told them what I wanted and that it was for you. I don’t know much about blades or how to have them made but I could go to a different blacksmith or..” he watches and listens as you ramble on and he’s at a loss for words. He sets the dagger back on the table and rises to pull you into his embrace. 

“I like it very much. It’s beautiful and well made.” he smooths your hair. “I will wear it in place of my other.” you look up at him with furrowed brows. 

“You don’t have to replace it. I know you like that one dearly.” he sighs at your soft expression. 

“I do like that one dearly, but I love this one. I’ll have you with me everywhere I go now. Thank you.” he pulls you back against him. 

“Thank you for my books.” you mumble into his chest. 

“Those were only the beginning.” he chuckles, squeezing you tighter. 

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The past week and some odd days have been pure bliss. Aemond wakes you in the early morning to ‘help you get more rest’ before he goes to train and leaves you in bed fast asleep. Surprisingly you wake before he returns and you rise and begin to ready for the day. You sit at the table in your shared chambers to quickly write out a letter for Aemond before you make your way to the library. 

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Husband, 

I went to the library to show everyone you don’t keep me tied to the bed - which I don’t think I’d quite mind. 

I’ll be in my section on the second floor if you would like to come visit me after your meeting - I’m never opposed to your company. 

Also tonight is the full moon - our second together. 

My first wish for the moon: I wish for me and Aemond to look upon the moon while the Keep and city sleeps. 

My second wish for the moon: I wish for me and Aemond to look upon the moon with Vhagar in hopes that she’ll make a wish of her own - and so that we might have more privacy from curious eyes in the garden. 

I love you - I’m counting down the moments until I’m graced with your presence. 

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You smile at your words and delicately roll up the parchment and display it on the table where he’ll see it. You smooth your skirts and make your way down the steps. You click the doors shut and begin to make your way to the library to hopefully get lost in a book until Aemond comes to you. 

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Aemond reads over your parchment twice before shaking his head with a smile. Of course only you could ask him to tie you to his bed and then ask to wish upon the full moon with him and think nothing of it. He knows you didn’t mean it but Gods it has his mind racing and pulling open your wardrobe to find miscellaneous ribbon. He walks back to the bed with a piece of green silk and threads it through the center of the headboard. 

He shakes his head to clear the thoughts of you tied and squirming in bed. He walks back to the table and reads over your letter once more before walking to the side table to place it on top of the pile. He walks to the other side of your shared chambers and softly pushes open the door to the tunnels and pulls out a box. He’s been waiting to give you this gift and tonight is the perfect opportunity. He sets the box on the table before making his way down the stairs to go find you in the library. 

When he walks into the library he lets his eye close, taking in the calming space. He nods at the maester before walking up the stairs and quietly making it to your section. He finds you curled up near the window being bathed in sunlight as you hold your book closely. He takes a seat across from you and he watches you glance up once and look back to your book before your eyes snap back up to his. 

“Finish your chapter.” he nods at you and begins to make himself a cup of tea. He glances at you while you chew your lip as you read. He takes his seat once more and watches you shake your head before closing the book. “How is your book?” he watches you purse your lips. 

“Frustrating.” you huff. He listens to you talk about your book as he sips his tea and nods. You’re so lively and passionate and he leans back to admire you. “Don’t look at me like that, we’re in the library.” you whisper. 

“Like what?” he tilts his head with a smirk. 

“You know.” he watches your cheeks flush. 

“I have a gift for you in our chambers. Maybe two but I think the other one counts for me but it was in your letter.” he watches you chew your cheek in confusion. 

“What do you mean?” you tilt your head. 

“You’ll see later.” he hums. “I thought we could read our book while we’re here.” you nod at him and he starts to stand. “Shall I go get it or do you want to come to my section?” he walks over to you and brushes his knuckles on your cheek. 

“I’ll come to yours.” you lean into his hand. “I could use a change of scenery.” he helps you stand before escorting you down to his small section. 

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The entire walk back up to your shared chambers after supper you have been peppering Aemond with questions about what he could have possibly gotten you. He shakes his head and softly hums while keeping you both moving through the halls. 

“I’ve actually had these made for you for some time.” he opens the doors as ushers you inside. 

“Since before we were wed?” you turn back to him as you start up the stairs. 

“Yes.” he whispers and you smile watching his cheeks flush. “Up the stairs.” he turns you around. 

You walk straight to the table and take a seat in front of the box. You turn and watch as he walks over to you slowly and you start to pout. You groan holding your hand out for him and he slows his pace even more with a smile on his face.

“Aemond,” you whine, stretching your hand out further. “Thank you,” you smile up at him when he finally reaches you and offers you his hand. 

“Go on.” he nods at the box. 

When your hand leaves his he brings his hand to the back of your neck to softly rub against the smooth skin. You lean into his touch for a moment before starting to open the box. You pull out a dark pair of trousers and a matching jerkin. You admire the detail and craftsmanship before turning and looking up at Aemond slightly confused. 

“Do you not like me in dresses and gowns?” you tilt your head. 

“My Gods I love you in dresses and gowns.” his hand trails to your jaw before softly caressing your cheek. “These are for flying. If you wanted to fly with me and Vhagar.” you gasp. 

“Can I? She’ll let me? You’ll let me? Oh Gods, Aemond,” you jump up and turn to him with a grin. “Can I really?” he chuckles as you grab onto the front of his jerkin. 

“Yes.” he nods with a smile as you wrap your arms around him. “I thought we could fly under the full moon. Vhagar can take us to find true privacy while the three of us wish upon the moon.” he presses his lips to the top of your head. 

“Can we go now? Please, please,” you lean back and look up at him. “Please Aemond,” you gasp as his hands start to unlace your dress. 

“I’m just helping you dress.” he chuckles when you look up at him with lidded eyes. 

“Not even quick? You’ve only filled me once today.” he coughs at your words. “And that was this morning.” you pout as your laces are loosened. 

“I don’t like to be quick with you.” he starts to pull your dress down. “I like you trembling and begging before I even think about filling you.” he inhales deeply as you step out of your dress. 

“I’m begging for you now.” you push your bottom lip out. 

“We have a full moon to wish upon.” he shakes his head softly and grabs your trousers from the table. 

He helps you dress despite your pleas. It’s taking all of his restraint as you repeatedly ask to ‘be filled’ followed by your soft little whimpers. He grabs your jerkin and starts to fasten the buttons as you hold onto his arms whispering his name. 

“My sweet little wife.” he grabs your chin and tilts it up to him. 

“Yes?” you lick your lips. 

“Once we return I will do anything you desire.” he nods slowly looking at your eyes. 

“Might I just have one kiss to tide me over?” you reach up on your tiptoes. He presses his lips to yours quickly and then he’s pulling you towards the stairs. 

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Aemond leads you through the gate and you curl into him as you see Vhagar start to stir. You look up at her bathed in the moonlight and shake your head. She’s utterly amazing and massive and honestly, terrifying. You cling onto Aemond as he leads you closer and you look up at him. 

“I’m nervous.” you whisper and he looks down at you. 

“Why?” he turns to you and brushes your hair back. 

“How do you know she wants me to come with?” you chew your lip looking past him at Vhagar slowly blinking and stretching. “What if she doesn’t like me?” you scrunch your brows. 

“Vhagar,” Aemond turns and you hide behind his back as her head raises. “Would you allow my wife the opportunity to look upon your face closer? Show her that you’re not as scary as you look.” you hear his tone become playful. 

Vhagar chuffs and starts to lower her neck. “Come.” he reaches for your hand and you grip onto his tightly as he leads you closer to her head. “Put your hand out with mine.” you follow his motions and Vhagar drops her head even more. 

“Slow and easy.” he feels you press into his side as Vhagar moves her head closer. She stops so the end of her snout is about five feet away from your outstretched hand. You can feel her breath fanning your hair back as Aemond starts to step you both closer. 

“Does she like me?” you whisper, not taking your eyes off of Vhagar. “What if she hates me? Oh Gods what if she eats me Aemond?” he turns you to him with a small smile he’s trying so badly to hide. “No you’re laughing.” 

“No, no, no,” he cups your face. “It’s just.. I think you should think of Vhagar like me. You know how you were scared of me at first but-

“I wasn’t scared, I was intimidated.” you purse your lips. 

“Yes, of course.” he smiles, brushing his thumbs on your cheeks. “Vhagar is just intimidating but I promise she likes you. You know by our readings the riders and dragons bond is very close, similar to them sharing the same feelings and sentiments. I love you very much so in turn..” he watches you nod. 

“She loves me very much?” you whisper and he nods. “That does seem fitting. An intimidating dragon with her intimidating rider.” you nod and offer him a smile. “Well if she loves me can you tell her that I love her?” he nods and turns towards Vhagar. 

“My wife loves you very much. She wishes for us all to fly under the moon. I think after the first ride she may fall more in love with you than she is with me.” Vhagar blows her warm breath across his face. “Mm, she’s in the business of giving gifts so you may find yourself showered with cattle and goats, maybe even some new things to adorn your saddle.” Vhagar moves her head to look at you. 

“That sounds more than just a simple ‘I love you.’ Aemond.” you come up behind him. 

“I was telling her that you want her to come with us to wish upon the full moon.” he steps closer and feels you step with him. “And how I think you’ll love her so freely after your first ride.” he keeps stepping closer to Vhagar until his hand brushes against her neck. “And how you’ll shower her with gifts once you warm up to her.” he coaxes you out from behind his back and he watches your eyes widen taking in the close proximity. 

“My Gods she’s truly amazing.” he watches with a smile as you reach out and place your hand next to his. “We might not be able to understand each other but I think you’re very beautiful and simply exquisite.” you nod, patting her neck. 

“Would you like to go for a ride?” Aemond watches you turn to him and nod quickly. He leads you over to the rope ladder and helps you start your ascent. He helps you settle and takes a seat behind you as you grip onto his hand. 

“We’re very high up.” you whisper looking over the side. 

“Vhagar and I will die before we ever let you fall. You are safe. I promise.” he presses his lips to the side of your head. “I need you to be very brave and hold onto the saddle because I have to grab the reins.” his voice is soft and reassuring.

“Can I hold onto your arms or wrists or-

“You can grab back onto my hands.” he nods. “You're going to be safe. I promise.” he kisses the side of your head. “Are you ready?” he whispers into your ear. 

“Yes.” your grip tightens. 

“Fly, Vhagar.” he hears your small gasp and feels your nails dig into him as Vhagar starts to stand. 

As Vhagar climbs you both into the skies you cling onto his hands tighter. The wind is blowing into your face so fiercely and you lean down closer to the saddle and Aemond moves with you. Once she begins to even out you slowly pull back from the saddle and your breath catches. 

“Are you okay?” he leans more into you. 

“I-“ you shake your head. “I’m speechless. This is just..” you’re at a loss. 

“I’m going to have us land in the woods. It might feel scary when we’re landing but you’re safe.” he takes one of his hands and wraps it around your front. “You can squeeze my hands as hard as you need to.” you nod your head. 

He brings his hand back to the rein and you wrap your fingers around his hand tightly. He watches your knuckles turn white as Vhagar starts towards the ground. When she lands in a clearing he helps you off and you turn to him once you’re on solid ground again. You pull him against you and hug him as tight as you're able. 

“Are you okay?” his arms wrap around you. 

“You both amaze me.” you mumble into his jerkin. 

“Shall we wish upon the moon?” he pulls back to take in your red cheeks. 

“I would love nothing more.” you nod. “Oh,” you tug on his jerkin. “Will you tell Vhagar to wish with us?” he smiles at your request. 

“Of course.” he kisses your forehead and shares soft words with Vhagar and she looks at the moon before flattening out on the ground and closing her eyes. 

“What do you think she wished for?” you whisper. 

“Probably a nap or maybe cattle.” he watches you look at his dragon and then back to him. 

“Then can we bring her cattle tomorrow?” he chuckles softly and nods to you. 

“I suppose we could do that.” you smile up at him. 

“Let’s make our wish.” you nod and turn and look up into the sky. For a couple moments there is silence and peace and the only sound is Vhagars breathing. You slowly open your eyes and turn to Aemond who still has his eye shut. You patiently wait and admire him and he slowly blinks his eye open. 

“What did you wish for tonight?” he pulls you against him once more. 

“There is no pressure, it’s simply just a wish but I would like to see you. But don’t feel inclined.” you shake your head. “I should’ve said something else I don’t wish to make you uncomfortable and-

“My wish for the moon was for you to still love me after I show you.” you search his face. 

“Of course I will love you. I will always love you.” you blink up at him. 

“Then I shall finish the story I couldn’t before.” he nods and pulls you over to a larger clearing. “Would you like to sit?” you nod and take a seat across from him and hold your hands out for his. 

“Whenever you are ready. You can change your mind if you want. It’s never been my desire to make you do something you don’t want.” you nod at him and his thumbs brush against your hands. 

“Vhagar’s last rider had recently fallen as I said. She was my cousin. We were at Driftmark for her funeral.” you watch him softly shake his head before he looks back to you. “Aegon was drunk and my mother had gone to bed. I went out and found her. I had truly thought she would swallow me whole.. I would’ve been content with that.” he shrugs, looking at your intertwined hands. 

“The first time I sat in that saddle I felt so..” his face scrunches as he looks for the word. “Euphoric, so happy. I felt as if I finally belonged. That maybe they would stop bullying me. I had waited so long to have a dragon of my own and then Vhagar accepted me. She saw me and accepted me..” he shakes his head. 

“She took us into the skies and I almost fell off.” his eye meets yours and he has a boyish smile on his face. “My Gods I thought I was truly going to die. I was holding onto her only by the reins.” he chuckles as you look at him with wide eyes. “That might’ve been the first time I felt truly happy.” he chews his cheek. 

“We landed back at Driftmark and I was so confident. I had walked into the hall and my cousins and nephews had rounded the corner.” he swallows and shakes his head. “The younger of my two cousins had said Vhagar was hers to claim but..” he flares his nostrils. “Dragons are not property. They’re not something you own. No one has a right to dragons. If Vhagar didn’t want me to be her rider she would’ve burned me. I just..” he clenches his jaw. 

“I said some things and called them names and then it turned into this verbal fight and then they had all just..” you scoot closer until your knees are touching. “They had all attacked me, all at once. I was alone, there was no one to help. Everyone was so angry and we were all yelling and then one of my nephews pulled out a knife. I had known there was animosity but.. Anyways I had picked up a rock.” he can’t bring himself to look at you. 

“Someone threw sand in my face.” he shakes his head. “I don’t.. I’m sorry.” you watch as he closes his eye. “Luke ran at me with the dagger while I was blinded by the sand, I couldn’t see. The rock was already forgotten and on its way back to the ground but,” he exhales deeply. “He had sliced my face. Straight across my eye. It had all happened so quickly, it hurt so badly. I was just so scared.” he wants to look at you but he can’t bring himself to do it. 

“The maesters stitched my face but there was nothing that could be done for my eye. That was the happiest day of my life and it was ruined. Overshadowed. Meaningless. For a fleeting moment, in hopes to console my mother who was in hysterics, I told her it was a fair exchange. An eye for a dragon but..” he shakes his head. 

“There was no exchange to be had. Vhagar didn’t belong to anyone.” his eye snaps up to you at your soft words. He reaches up and wipes away your tears from your red cheeks. “You were just a boy.” your lip wobbles. “I’m sorry I’m crying.” you shake your head. 

“I’ve shed enough tears over my eye. You needn’t shed more.” he pulls you into his lap and he relaxes as you curl against him and bury your head into his neck. 

“I’m sorry.” he feels your tears on his neck. 

“Shh,” he smooths your hair and pulls you closer. “I’m fine now, it’s okay.” you curse yourself for crying and having him comfort you. 

“Aemond,” you pull back and he takes in your puffy eyes and wet cheeks. “I’m not crying because I pity you. I’m crying because I’m angry and frustrated.” you lay a hand on his chest. “Just a boy. Only ten.” you flare your nostrils and you press your hand against him harder. “Just a little boy who wanted a dragon.” you sniffle.

“Do you,” he swallows and shakes his head. “Do you still wish to see?” he meets your eyes. 

“I do but only if you wish to show me.” you nod. 

“I do.” he whispers. “I’m nervous.” he looks away from you, scolding himself for saying that.

“Why are you nervous?” his hands squeeze into your sides as he turns back to you. 

“I won’t be able to handle it if you can no longer look at me. No longer love me.” he frowns. 

“I will always love you.” one of your hands softly cups his cheek. “And I will always find you handsome. I think I look at you and admire you more than you know.” you offer him a soft smile. 

“I would know because I’m always looking at you.” you see the corner of his mouth twitch upwards.

“Not when I wake in the middle of the night.” you watch his smile get wider. “You look so peaceful. Your hair is fanned all around your head. Though when I try to move to get a better look you pull me closer.” you nibble your lip. 

“It’s okay. I watch you when you sleep too.” he chuckles at your small flush before chewing on his cheek. “If you wish to see me then you can remove my eyepatch.” he hands are firmly settled on your waist. 

“You’re sure?” you brush his hair back off his shoulders. 

“I am.” he nods once. 

He can hear his heart in his ears as you slowly reach for his eyepatch. Your touch is light upon his skin and he watches your face as you start to lift it off his head. He watches your pupils dilate as you take him in and he’s waiting for you to say something but he’s nervous of to what you’ll say. He flexes his fingers on your waist when you bring your hand up to his cheek. 

“Please say something.” he hates the way his voice breaks. 

“You are very beautiful.” you hum, brushing your thumb along the bottom of his scar. “My well groomed warrior.” you smile and bring some strands of his hair back over his shoulders. “Your sapphire is exquisite.” you shake your head and pull back to cup his other cheek as well. “I think you are very handsome and I still plan on looking at you whenever I can.” you wipe away a stray tear that falls from his eye. “Even when you’re sleeping,” you shake your head. “Especially when you’re sleeping.” his fingers dig into your sides. “I still love you. I will forever.” you nod and press your lips against his. His arms wrap around your back to hold you closer. 

“Thank you.” he whispers against your lips. “Thank you.” he repeats, holding you tighter. 

“Thank you.” you mumble into his neck.

“Would you like to make another wish with me?” he pulls back and is greeted by your smile. 

“I would love that.” you nod. The two of you crane your necks back and look up at the moon. You both send your wishes up amongst the stars before curling back against each other. “What did you wish for this time?” you mumble against his chest. 

“For a maester to tell us you’re carrying our child.” he slides one of his hands from your back to your stomach. 

“Mm, you should’ve filled me before we left for good measure.” he blinks at you before laughing. 

“What was your wish?” he looks at you amused. 

“That you would take us back to our chambers and fi-

“Let us wait no longer.” he lifts you both up from the ground and starts back towards Vhagar. 

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The both of you walk through the dim halls of the Keep enjoying the barrenness save for the handful of guards. His hand is clasped in yours tightly as he starts to lead you up the main stairs. You curl into his side as a draft blows down the stairs and he still can’t wrap his head around how unconditional your love for him is. 

“What was my second gift?” you look up at him.

“Hm?” he looks down at your voice. 

“You said two gifts earlier.” his eye darkens remembering the silk he tied to the headboard and he lets out a low chuckle. 

“It’s in our chambers.” he hears your soft whine. “We’re here.” he chuckles, pushing the door open for you. He’s a step behind you on the steps and you look around the chambers before turning to him with pursed lips. 

“Aemond.” you walk over to him and his fingers are unfastening your buttons the second you’re close enough. 

“In your letter you wrote me earlier,” he starts to pull your jerkin off. “You said you were going to the library to show them I didn’t keep you tied to the bed.” he pulls your slip out of your trousers before unlacing them and pushing them down. “Which you followed that by saying you wouldn’t mind being tied to the bed.” you step out of the trousers and he starts to lead you toward the bed. 

“I did.” you chew on your lip as he starts to lift your slip off. 

“So my beautiful wife,” he grabs onto your waist. “Would you like to be tied to the bed while I make you feel good and fill you?” he smiles as your flush deepens. 

“Yes.” you nod quickly. “What should we use?” he chuckles as you turn to go find something but he pulls you back. 

“I already put a silk ribbon on the headboard before I came to you in the library.” he helps you lay back on the bed. “Arms up.” you watch as he sits on the side of the bed and reaches for your wrists. “Too tight?” he glances down at you as he starts to tie the ribbon. 

“You could make it tighter.” his breathing deepens at your soft voice and he tugs them tighter.

“Better?” you nod your head. “I like this very much.” he presses his lips to yours. He presses his lips down your neck and starts to brush his thumb against one of your nipples. He smiles against your neck feeling you pull against the silk. “Mm, is my little wife all tied up?” he presses his lips below your ear and kisses further down to take your other nipple in his mouth. 

“Aemond,” you whine when he takes the bud between his teeth. “Please,” you feel him chuckle against your chest before swirling his tongue around your hardened peak. 

He lifts off of your nipple and stands up to start to remove his jerkin. He watches you squeeze your thighs together and pout at him.Your soft pleas only make him slow down his movements more making you toss your head back into the pillows. He pulls off his tunic next and you watch him with lidded eyes. 

“Please, please Aemond,” you pull on the silk, sighing.

“Hm?” he tilts his head, slowly unlacing his trousers. 

“Please touch me.” he abandons taking his trousers off and grabs your leg to open them for him. “Husband,” you softly whisper, spreading your other leg wider. 

He trails his fingers up the inside of your thigh as he watches your legs softly shake. His fingers slide beside your slit and continue up to your breasts and to your mouth. He tilts his head and lets his fingers linger on your lips. You part your lips and he presses his pointer and middle fingers in against your tongue. He raises his eyebrow at you and you wrap your lips around his fingers and your tongue softly brushes up against them. 

You’re too focused on looking at him that it surprises you when he brings his other hand between your thighs. His thumb barely touches your bud but with every swipe it leaves your hips jerking off the bed. You softly whimper around his fingers before he pulls them out. You look up at him with lidded eyes as his thumb starts to circle your bud with more pressure. He smiles watching your eyes roll back as he pushes the two fingers from your mouth into your cunny. 

“Aemond,” you pant, gripping onto the silk. He sits on the bed next to you and starts to move his fingers watching your thighs quake. “Yes, please,” you gasp. 

He watches as his fingers get coated in your wetness as he fastens his pace. You arch off the bed and he smiles watching you practically serve your breasts to him. He leans over and captures one of your nipples and he’s graced with cries of his name. He chuckles when your thighs slam around his hands as he continues as he was. 

“Aemond,” you gasp as the silk bites into your wrists. 

“What do you need?” he flicks his tongue against your nipple. He listens to you try to form a sentence but you go taut beneath him once more. “Was that it?” he lifts up from your chest and sees your face scrunched and flushed with pleasure. 

“You,” you pant. “I need you, please,” each word is breathier than the last. “I want to be-

“Filled. Yes, I know.” he chuckles, removing his hands from you and rising from the bed once more. “It’s all day.” he smirks, pushing his trousers down. “It’s always ‘Aemond, please.’ using your sweet voice.” he shakes his head and spreads your legs wider to settle between them. “I’m certain you’re carrying our child. It’s just a matter of when we can tell.” he presses into you and your eyes flutter shut. 

“Please,” the plea barely audible. 

“What do you want?” he watches your lips part as he snaps his hips into you. “Tell me.” he grunts as he keeps up with his relentless pace. 

“More.” you whimper. 

He grabs your legs and presses them against your chest as he pounds into you. High pitched cries come from you and he feels you pulse around him. He smiles hearing your wetness seep out of you while he continues at his pace. Your toes curl as your pleasure feels never ending. His pace never falters when you feel his warmth spread throughout you while his fingers dig into your legs. He continues to rock his hips before pulling out and watching your filled cunny leak. He hears you softly whine and he sets your legs down and unties the ribbon. 

“Thank you.” you murmur and he watches you stay settled where you are before he lays in the space next to you. “I think you’re right.” you hum, leaning into his hand as he brushes your hair off your neck. 

“About what?” he presses his lips to the side of your head and you turn to curl into his chest. 

“My moon blood is almost three weeks late now.” his heart skips at your words. 

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” he whispers and you shrug. 

“I didn’t want to get too excited.” you mumble. “But I am.” you peel your eyes open to look up at him. “I wanted to be sure.” he nods, stroking your cheek. “I want to be carrying our child so very badly.” your voice cracks and he holds you closer. 

“I know that you are.” he presses his lips to your forehead once more before watching as your eyes shut once more. “Now sleep so you can wake in the middle of the night and stare at me.” he watches a smile form on your face. 

“I call it admiring.” you press your lips against his chest. 

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battleground

synopsis: you hated your co-president, kim seungmin. but, it's your last year of high school and prom planning is up to the two of you. you just expect getting work done and leaving school. what you don't expect however, is kim seungmin looking after you (considering you never do) and you coaxing him into being your prom date.

pairing: non-idol!seungmin x fem!reader

genre: academic rival to lovers, crack, fluff, high school au, angst if you squint

warnings: swearing, mentions of eating, mentions of fatigue and fainting, sickness and overworking, slight themes of stalking, panic attack but not mentioned as such, mentions of alcohol, overconsumption of alcohol, a shit ton of pop culture references (i'm sorry)

word count: 21k words (?!)

requested by: @starlostseungmin (hi kaisey ily)

playlist: gorgeous - taylor swift, true love - p!nk, CHILL - stray kids, make you mine - madison beer, teenage dream - katy perry

a/n: real life men are better of as just enemies. my fictional rendition of seungmin, however, is not. (also i hope it isn't obvious that i have never been to prom.)

"you ruined my life, by not being mine"

"Was that an attempt of trying to flirt with me? Cause, wow, you need to step your game up," Seungmin told you with a smirk.

Sunlight streamed through the library windows, illuminating the dust that covered the bookshelves. They were proof of the lack of visits to the old haven of knowledge. Settled in an armchair was Kim Seungmin, book in one hand, glasses slightly crooked and one legged propped upon the other.

You let out a puff of breath in an attempt to calm yourself down because, who did he even think he was? "No, Kim, it wasn't. I am literally a teenage girl and yet, you are the most delusional person I have ever meet," you spit out, "The principal's calling us. Let's go."

"Alright, fine," Seungmin responded lazily. He stretched his long limbs and got up from the armchair he was cozily tucked up in.

He joined you on your walk towards the principal's office while you told off whatever force was above that caused you to be walking to impeding doom with Kim Seungmin on a Friday morning.

You both had a bitter rivalry that began your first year in high school. Coinciding with the fact that the said high school was also a boarding school, there was no escaping Seungmin. You couldn't even pinpoint when your feelings towards him changed from indifference to animosity; but having been pitted against each other for all your academic life at Park Academy, it certainly did make sense.

It wasn't that you didn't respect Seungmin. He was good at everything he did and a worthy opponent in all your endeavors. But he just made it so difficult for you to like him.

Your already dysfunctional relationship with him only took a turn for the worse this high school senior year. Both of you had decided to run for student council president. Despite all the campaigning and emotional blackmailing, you both had tied for the position.

Your incredible school, instead of holding a tie-breaker, deciding to make you both student council presidents. The idea of writing 'student council co-president' on your college applications physically made you wince.

But the worst part? Seungmin and you actually worked really well together. Deciding to keep your rivalry out of anything student council related on your first session (the banter continued though, nothing could take that away), you both had built up one of the best councils the school had seen under your shared leadership.

You didn't know just how well you both would get along when it came to matters as such, but that didn't lead to either of you warming up to each other. Conversation between you both strictly consisted of official matters and jabs at each other.

In fact, you hated each other's presence so much that you both almost instantly decided on splitting responsibilities to avoid running into each other. Oddly enough, you both seemed to agree on a lot of things. You always just brushed it off with a, great minds think alike.

Not that you would ever confess to Seungmin that you considered him to be someone with a 'great mind'.

The both of you walked towards the principal's office in silence. When you eventually got there, the receptionist quickly ushered you both inside. You smoothed down your skirt and sat down with your hands in you lap. Beside you, you noticed Seungmin drape his blazer over the back of his chair and take a seat.

Your principal was on a call and winked at the both of you, pointing towards the phone and turning her finger around in a circle near her temple. Seungmin flashed her a strained smile while you hoped that the expression of judgment on your face wasn't obvious.

For some reason, Principal Kim thought that she was your friend. When she finally put the phone down, she snorted, "Superintendents, am I right?"

Seungmin and you laughed weakly in response. Principals, am I right? was the phrase you were currently trying very hard to bite back.

Coming closer, Principal Kim laced her fingers together and leaned onto the table. "As you both know," she began, "We have around five months till prom."

A buzzing grew in your stomach, excitement engulfing your senses. Prom. Your sole respite, the event that you had looked forward to your entire high school life. From watching Disney movies romanticizing prom at a young age, to subsequently moving onto books that did the same, you felt like prom would be the pinnacle of your time in school.

"Now," continued Principal Kim, "While I do know that you both have a tendency to work separately, I would like you both to chair the prom committee together this year. We are thinking of making this year's prom one of Park Academy's finest. Take your time and compile the best Prom committee you can and get started on everything."

She clapped her hand and leaned back, beaming at her best students. "That is all," she smiled softly, nudging a tray of toffees towards you both.

Seungmin looked mortified at the thought of eating something from the principal's office like he was six. In any other circumstance you would have too, but the giddiness of both prom planning and not having had anything for over twenty four hours compelled you to take one.

"Aren't you excited?" you asked Seungmin as you both walked out of the door.

You were opening the toffee wrapper when he responded with a curt, "No. I personally believe that prom is a waste of time. I'll help in the committee planning and be present if I need to, but you can rightfully assume that I will not be enjoying any of it."

You were slightly shocked at his response but responded with a scathing, "I didn't know that the Kim Seungmin was too high and haughty for prom."

He stopped dead in his tracks and turned to make eye contact with you. "Prom is like a playground for bullies and confused teenagers. It's a battleground for snarky comments and raging hormones and, might I add, brings out the worst in people."

He quickly turned on his heel and walked away before you could utter a word. You slowly let out a deep breath to control you anger and headed in the same direction as him, towards the cafeteria. You can hear the chatter of students and the sudden influx of sound momentarily causes your world to spin.

You're leaning against one of the lockers trying to steady yourself when feel an arm around your waist hoisting you up.

Hyunjin clicked beside you in disappointment. "Don't make me start feeding you now."

You just sighed in response and leaned your head against his shoulders. He was right, of course. You had the horrible habit of putting your health second (to last) with regards to anything that had to do with university and getting in. One of those things was skipping meals in favor of studying.

"I don't understand how people who sleep eight hours a day get shit done," you whined against Hyunjin.

"Well, has it ever occurred to you that people usually don't have as much shit to do as you do?" your best friend responded wisely. You lightly tapped the side of your sneaker against his.

Hwang Hyunjin was practically your brother in every aspect possible. He was lovable, caring, annoying and wanted to make you rip your hair out. All of this was what you assumed having a sibling was like, being an only child yourself. Ironically, he was one too.

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You first met Hyunjin during an art class that you had to take for your first week of school. You struggled with drawing a straight line, while embarrassingly using a ruler. He was sitting beside you and calmly sketched one of the most incredible monochromatic landscapes you had ever seen.

When fourteen-year old Hyunjin gave your drawing a practically dangerous side eye and when you looked at him with eyes pleading to help you, the foundation of your friendship was laid. Later, when you handed him half a Snickers bar as a means of saying 'thank you', your friendship was cemented in chocolate and pencil shavings.

You both were joined at the hip ever since.

Your other best friend, Jeongin, had a habit of seemingly materializing out of nowhere and startling you in the process.

"Hi," he said, his face spawning in front of yours.

His wild hair and crazed smile caused you to yelp in surprise and hit your arm against the water fountain. Hyunjin laughed at your misfortune while Jeongin apologized with an extremely unapologetic smile. You resorted to glaring at both of them.

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The story of how Jeongin turned your duo into your trio was a tale in itself. Jeongin was a year younger than you and Hyunjin, currently a junior. You had first spotted him on his first day of school, him waddling around like a lost duckling and you unwittingly (and unwillingly) taking on the role of a mother hen.

Hyunjin had seen young Jeongin standing in the crowd, desperately trying to act cool. Jeongin's shoes were a painful pattern of key lime and hot pink that most definitely did not match together. He wore an oversized jacket and sent a small nod towards everyone who looked his way, hands jammed in his jeans pocket.

"That one," Hyunjin declared while dragging you along with him, "We're adopting that one."

And so two became three.

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Presently, you scoffed at Jeongin. "How did you even become student council vice president?"

Jeongin beamed at you, counting off his fingers as he listed of his campaigning winning qualities. "I'm hot, rich, smart and funny."

Hyunjin snorted in response, him on one side of you and Jeongin on the other. "Innie, you are several things but smart is not one of them."

You were compelled to nod in response as Jeongin responded with a gasp, "You too? How could you betray me as well."

You would have issued a sarcastic reply to what he said, but you were too distracted by Hyunjin being distracted. He had suddenly stood still at the entryway of cafeteria, staring at something in the distance.

When you followed his line of sight, you suppressed the urge to burst out into laughter. Jeongin, however, did not.

"Gosh Hyunjin," he wheezed between laughs, "Just ask Riya out. Watching you suffer in this down bad, unspoken friend zoned phase is pitiful."

Hyunjin had been in love with Riya Rai for well over two years. You could obviously tell why; she was gorgeous, smart and a part of Hyunjin's dance class. You were truly rooting for them to start dating, Riya being one of your roommates.

You still remembered the way Hyunjin gushed over her classical dance audition. ('I couldn't understand the words but it was like she was flying!') Jeongin too, was subject to Hyunjin's hopeless love for her. Being the kind of person Hyunjin was, he fell for her hard and deep.

You were happy for Hyunjin, you truly were. But a part of you longed to feel a love like that for somebody. Not even a relationship, just feel love dripping into your heart until it rushed in like a torrent.

You were always so busy with proving yourself to others, that you never really took the time to introspect your own desires.

"Hyunjin," you asked impatiently once you remembered what exactly you wanted to talk about.

"Hm?" he responded as you both grabbed your food and sat at a table with your regular friend group.

Riya slid in beside Hyunjin and you could feel him visibly tense. You couldn't understand why he was so nervous to profess his feelings for her. Any girl (apart from you, because ew) would be willing to date Hyunjin.

Riya brightly made her pleasantries after which you asked solemnly, "Guys. Would you do me the honor of being part of the prom planning committee?"

Riya and Hyunjin were the few people who shared the enthusiasm for prom which you did. Riya mouth slowly hung open while Hyunjin sharply took in a breath.

"Really?" he whispered in awe.

You nodded happily as Hyunjin hugged you from one side and Riya clambered over to where you were sitting to wrap her arms around you. "IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou," she repeated like a chant while Hyunjin excitedly began plotting décor ideas.

Maybe you wouldn't need romantic love while you had them.

You were busy people watching and tuning out Riya and Hyunjin's enthusiastic chatter when you caught site of Seungmin. He was sitting with his best friend, Lee Felix. You found their friendship quite odd. How could the embodiment of happiness be so close with the devils spawn?

I guess opposites attract platonically too.

You lamented at the thought of co-heading a prom committee with a partner who hated prom until an idea struck you. If Kim Seungmin hated prom, you could teach him how to love it. That lunch break, you made an executive decision that, unbeknown to you, would inevitably change you life.

You decided to open Kim Seungmin's eyes to the brilliance of prom.

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t - five months.

Seungmin stood next to you as you both waited for the rest of the student council members to make their way for your impromptu Saturday meeting. The two of you stared up at one of the most monstrous things you had ever seen in your lives.

A large banner with a blue background and the words "T-5 MONTHS TILL PROM!!!" in an ugly orange text stared back at you.

You gaped at the banner, seething with anger. "Let me find the person whose amazing idea this was and rearrange their body proportions for them."

Seungmin just responded calmly, "Maybe this is a sign from the universe to get our act together, delegate responsibilities to the committee and actually get started on prom."

"Not all of us are as optimistic as you, Kim," you told him dryly.

"Not all of us have an insatiable bloodlust, candy cane," he retorted monotonously.

Your mouth pressed into a thin line as you turned to see Seungmin's eyebrow cocked in a persumed sense of superiority.

You despised the nickname, a knowing jab at your short stature. Seungmin first called you candy cane when he noted how your height was nearly equivalent to the candy canes lining your school halls in your junior year.

It had stuck when you both were privately conversing with each other ever since.

His indifference slightly bristled you, but then again you were known for having a slightly short temper.

Chatter flowed in through the library's door, accompanied by the sound of sneakers squeaking against the floor. People who you and Seungmin had individually contacted, along with most student council members, began entering the room.

You noticed Hyunjin making his way to sit next to Riya, who was busy in conversation with Felix. The three of them were known for being close due to dance club. You shot Hyunjin an encouraging smile and he gave you a slightly crooked one.

Jeongin bounded up to the front to assume his rightful place as vice president. You ruffled his hair and he pinched your arm in retaliation. Your little squeal and his irritated grunt earning an annoyed look from Seungmin.

He cleared his throat loudly, instantly commanding the attention of the entire room. Faces turned to look at him when his voice called out, "I hope you all know why we have gathered here today."

He turned to look at you, your cue to begin talking. "As you may be aware, you all have been selected as this year's Park Academy Prom Committee!"

The room burst into applause as Seungmin continued, a routine familiar to you both. You didn't know how the two of you did it. Without even prior conversation, you two fell into sync when it came to addressing the crowd in front of you for your co-lead student council meetings.

Once again you chalked it up to, great minds think alike. There was no way you and Seungmin had anything else in common, apart from the occasional train of thought.

Right?

When your long sermon was finally finished, the room was buzzing with excitement. Teenage hormones and the onset of prom brewed a recipe for eager anticipation. This is it, you thought, this is the last piece of my childhood I have left.

On the advice of Principal Kim, you and Seungmin split the overall committee into three groups: one for decorations, one for publicity and one to arrange entertainment.

Jeongin had proclaimed himself the 'god of social media' and sauntered off to the group in charge of publicity. Hyunjin, Riya and Felix automatically were presumed to be part of décor, with Hyunjin elected head of their group. ('I will not let my team down. Over my dead fucking body,' he told you in complete seriousness later that day.)

Finally, you and Seungmin were left handling booking and anything else payment and transaction related. Principal Kim's vehement repetition of how she only trusted the two of you with cash was seared into your brain.

As you both took rounds of the large library hall, something kept nagging at you, itching the back of your brain. It disheartened you to see how warmly everyone interacted with Seungmin in comparison with you.

What bothered you even more, however, was how warmly Seungmin, interacted with others when compared to you.

Being likable was one of, if not the biggest goal in your life. Knowing that a single person disliked you sent you into a frenzy. Call it your upbringing or society, either way you felt like everybody you knew had to find you to be a good person, or else you weren't.

Other people's opinions were like medicine to you. Gaining external validation became such a large part of your life that sometimes, you forgot that what you thought, what you wanted, mattered as well.

And in this draining people-pleasing process, you weren't quite 'friends' with everyone. You were friendly and appreciated among your students, yes. But you didn't have a large friend group full of people who cherished your very existence, like Seungmin.

That was probably why you called Hyunjin and Jeongin were your best friends. It took away from the fact that they were your only friends. Seeing them with their own, other friends hurt, but it was too late now.

There was no point making more friends when you would be gone anyways. And despite how much you wanted to, you knew that creating deeper connections only to break them away would prove pointless.

You and Seungmin settled into the small bean bag pods which were propped up against the empty library walls. He scrolled through his phone with utmost concentration as you did the same, tapping away at your laptop keys.

"We'll have to sit with Lily for planning the budget," Seungmin broke the silence while referring to the committee treasurer, "But she has texted me the overall amount we have in the trust."

Seungmin opened the message and angled his phone towards you, eliciting a gasp from your mouth.

"That is an insane amount. Do you know what this means? We truly can make this Park Academy's best prom yet!" you excitedly began listing off the non-existent limits to which the money could spent.

"You forgot something," Seungmin added, stunning you to silence. What could have you forgotten about prom which Seungmin could have remembered?

The stoic expression on his face, however, told you it was nothing good.

"We need to show extreme constraint while using the money and be strict on the group," Seungmin huffed.

You blew in anger, "The entire point of having an extensive budget is to let loose! God, you're like the Grinch of prom or something."

"Please sweetheart," he snorted, "I'm far better looking than him. Even you can't deny that."

And as infuriating Seungmin seemed to you, he was correct. Seungmin was drop dead gorgeous. Even in a plain school uniform, he had the power to turn several heads. In fact, you would be lying if you said that you didn't find him a teensy bit attractive.

Not that he would ever obtain that information.

Seungmin went back to work, looking for banquet halls and hotels open to being the venue for prom. You observed him carefully, trying to figure the psychology behind why he hated prom. Then, you realized that to to succeed in your mission, you didn't have too.

The Grinch fell in love with Christmas too...

"I have made an executive decision," you announced to no one but Seungmin in particular.

He looked up, an expression of boredom and confusion coating his features.

"How exactly, darling, did you take an executive decision without consulting half of the executive. I thought you were smart enough to know how decision making takes place," a smug smile adorned him.

You rolled your eyes at him, "I will make you like prom."

Seungmin scoffed, "As if. You know what, Y/N? I bet you can't."

You sighed in fake defeat, cheering inside. One thing about having an academic rival was predicting their moves to the point where you knew how to trap them. It was like a game of chess, where Seungmin thought he had the upper hand, but you were one move away from checkmate.

You understood what made Seungmin tick, what ignited passion in him and what triggered him. You knew how to get a rise out of him and get him to calm down. More terrifyingly so, you knew that he knew the same.

You likened it to years of shared dislike, denying the fact that you both maybe were alike.

"I mean, considering our role in the entire organization of prom, we'll be stuck together all night anyways," you lamented in disappointment, "Truthfully speaking, I honestly did expect you to decline my invitation to formally attend prom with me as my de facto date."

"Although I wasn't planning on calling you that," you included for good measure.

You decided to deviate from telling him the real reason why you wanted to take him to prom. Out of everyone in this school, Seungmin was the last person left whose good books you didn't have so much as a footnote in.

You knew that this little social experiment of yours to leave school with everyone singing praises about you was highly selfish, but you needed this to feel worthy of graduating. You needed this to feel worthy of being a part of a social communities.

You could practically see the anger teeming from Seungmin at proving you right. "Fine," he spit out, "I'll be your date."

Checkmate.

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t - four months and 16 days.

With final assessments right around the corner, physical committee meetings came to a halt. All conversations took place through group chats and the occasional locker meetups. In all the frenzy of studying, you were once again indulging in sleepless nights and nutrition-less days.

Seungmin had gone into hibernation mode and as had you. All your phones were on do not disturb and casual fun was out of the question. Today, you had taken release in the library, headphones on and coffee in hand.

You were (pathetically, to some, advantageously, to you) on a first name basis with the resident librarian. Because of you often staying late nights (correction: all night) in the library, you even had your own spare key to lock up when you were done. It was a little secret you both shared.

Today, however, you felt uneasy. A transfer student by the name of Benji had been unceasingly making romantic advances towards you the past week. Although you reject him multiple times, his feats of grandeur only grew.

He was currently sitting a few tables away from you, the only other person in the library apart from librarian Kang. Even though he attempted to look busy and engrossed in the book in his hand, he kept stealing glances from you.

It was late, very much so. Everybody would be asleep and you didn't want to disturb anyone. You calmed your nerves but reached your breaking point when Kang asked Benji if he planned to leave anytime soon and he refused.

In a state of both fear and fatigue, you dialed the number of the only person who you knew would be awake at this time and waited for the call to ring out.

"Hello?" came Seungmin's bewildered voice. You rarely called him and even then, never at this hour.

"Seungmin, hi. I was wondering if I could ask you for a favor?" you asked him, hoping to suppress the  anxiety in your voice.

He must have noticed though, because his voice was alert. "Sure, what's up?"

"You know how Benji has been treating me, right?"

He hummed in acknowledgement. Of course he knew. Benji boasted so much that everyone knew.

"Well, I'm in the library and so is he. He's the only one here and it's kinda freaking me out. If it's ok with you, can you please just stay on call with me just in case? You can put me on hold or something, just please be active. I'm really sorry but you're the only other person who I knew would be awake right now."

You heard rustling in the background and his voice finally came back, "Wait. My dorm is loud anyways so I'll meet you there."

"Oh, okay, okay."

To your extreme relief, Seungmin did not hang up the call. Instead, you could hear his footsteps. All the mundane sounds of him locking his dorm, shoes slapping against the concrete and heavy breathing (due to running, but that didn't make sense) oddly calmed you down.

That was, however, until Benji walked over to where you were sitting. He gave you a venomous smile and leaned over to books right above your head. Pulling out a book from the shelf above your head and walked away, something sharp glinting in his hand.

You breathing quickened. "Seungmin, he has a sharp object. I have assessed all possible escape routes. I would suggest that you leave as I will probably as well if the situation escalates."

"Are you fucking out of your mind?" he questioned, almost sounding angry that you had even thought of saying something like that.

"I'm not leaving you alone with him or giving him an opportunity to fuck with the students of this school. He may be here for only two weeks, but I'll make sure he doesn't hurt a single person."

The steel in his voice made you shudder. You did not want to be on Kim Seungmin's death list. The library doors swung open as librarian Kang let out an exasperated sigh.

"Another wannabe Einstein," she muttered under her breath as Seungmin made his way towards you.

He looked like a sight for sore eyes in his plain sweater and gray sweatpants. Seungmin gave you a subtle not and took a seat right beside you, pulling out his books and tablet. Soon you both started studying and, before you knew it you both were engaged in a heated competition to see who could solve as many trigonometry problems as possible correctly, in the least time.

Throughout this duration, you didn't find out much personally about him, but saw a more carefree side of him. In fact, you liked this carefree side of him.

He winced when you pointed out the simple mistake he made that caused him to lose in the end. "I can't believe I've forgotten what the division symbol looks like."

You giggled and poked his arm, legs underneath your feet. "Is this what letters in math is doing to you?"

Seungmin shrugged sheepishly with a tiny smile. "Go ahead, shortcake, gloat."

Instead, you posed him with a question, "Why do you always insult my height? Like, that seems to be your favorite."

Maybe, just maybe, you were imagining it, but you saw a light blush scatter over Seungmin's cheeks. He cleared his throat and, in what must have been a moment of vulnerability said, "You are good at literally everything else. Your height is the only thing I can ask you about."

You stared at him slightly open mouthed at his sudden respect. In an instant, the room felt to hot and Seungmin's face felt to close to yours. The moment was broken, however, by the simultaneous and not at all harmonious chorus of a chair scratching against the floor and you're stomach rumbling.

Benji was gone and but your appetite was back. Seungmin must have heard it too because his right eyebrow was ticked up.

"When, exactly, did you last eat?"

"Today," you admitted sheepishly, "Morning. At 6."

"And what was it?"

Another gulp. "A banana."

Seungmin shook his head in disappointment and rifled through his bag. He pulled out a mushed granola bar and handed it to you.

"Eat," he commanded.

"Okay," you said meekly. "Wait, this is my favorite brand!"

"Yeah, I think you mentioned that before," Seungmin said nonchalantly, but you noted the slight quiver in his voice.

You took a bite and it felt like your body was screaming at you. It felt so good to eat after just having six in the morning bananas for the past few days, that you little out an embarrassing little squeal in content.

"I'm surprised you remembered," you referenced Seungmin earlier statement and folded the wrapper in a neat rectangle. Putting it in your pocket to throw away later, you waited for Seungmin's response.

It never came. His head was bent and he was hard at work, evidently ignoring. Seeing this as an indication that the conversation was over, you got back to your own work. That wasn't, however, without a feeling of something new that wasn't hate - adjacent.

You felt a little blossom of affection in your stomach for the boy flipping through the pages of his notebook beside you.

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t - it's finals!

You slammed your Astrophysics textbook against your desk, yet again unable to get stuff to fit in your brain. It was your last final and while you crammed for your other subjects, Seungmin had told Hyunjin that you were back to your old habits. Hyunjin and Riya had then joined hands and blackmailed you into (yuck) taking care of yourself.

"Seriously," you grumbled, "How do people who get eight hours of sleep get their shit done?"

Finally coming to the conclusion that you were helpless, you reached for your phone to text all your questions to Seeun, the assistant teacher. Seeun was a university student interning at your school, and an alumni as well. Citing how she was very much close in age with the students of your grade (if six years is considered 'close'), she insisted that you all call her Seeun and not Miss Choi.

You were in such a rush that you didn't even check for typos, tackling another chapter while waiting for Seeun's response. You still had one more day to study, considering that your exam was the day after tomorrow, you were going to use all twenty four hours and more to your advantage, not wasting a single bit.

Finding it odd that Seeun still hadn't responded considering how bored she always said she was and her frighteningly quick response times, you decided to check your phone. To your horror, however, you found out that in your rush, instead of sending your questions to Seeun, you had sent them to Seungmin.

His responses were almost instantaneous.

[8:18 AM]

You: [sent attachment]

You: Hi Seeun, I had a few questions regarding these topics. I was wondering if we could meet up tmrw to discuss them? Thx!

[8:20 AM]

kim stuck-up seungmin (sigh): i'm not seeun, but i could help

kim stuck-up seungmin (sigh): i tutored a few seniors taking this class last year

kim stuck-up seungmin (sigh): if you want, how does the coffee shop down the street at eight sound to you?

You were practically smiling at your phone. It obviously had to do about the fact that it was someone offering you help, not that it was Seungmin specifically. (Duh?) After waging a long, internal war, you finally opted to sacrifice what little dignity you had in front of Seungmin's eyes and take him up on his offer.

[2:47 PM]

You: really? omg thx!

You: see you then

[2:48 PM]

kim stuck-up seungmin (sigh): k, ig i'll see you there

Huh. Weird. Seungmin was notorious for being known to reply to people after a minimum of at least two hours, if they were lucky enough not to be left on read.

Not reading to much into it, you went back to work. Work wasn't just work though. It was an influx of nervous butterflies accompanying it. Not that it had anything to do with Seungmin, of course.

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When you got to the coffee shop that morning, it was technically 7:55. But, as you had always been taught, five minutes early is on time. Seungmin must have abided by that philosophy too, because soon he stumbled through the door.

You hadn't even picked a table to sit at when he tapped you shoulder and said, "Hey."

You turned to find Seungmin with the same green, battered back pack he took everywhere slung over one shoulder. His hair was tousled in an endearing way that made you want to squish him. His eyes were surprisingly warm and his lips were turned up.

"Like what you see sweetheart?" he teased.

You rolled your eyes at him, "No, of course not. It's like looking at something so hideous that you can't peel your eyes off of it."

He gave you a good natured laugh and walked alongside you to the coffee table.

After much deliberation, which mainly consisted of you and Seungmin arguing over the pros and cons of a window seat, you finally settled on a seat close enough to the large glass window for Seungmin's satisfaction and far enough to not prove distracting to you.

When your sugar packet tower fell down in the process of building it, he grinned at you again. It felt nice, having Seungmin's smile directed towards you.

Whoa, slow down there. Are you ok?

Without even realizing what you were saying, you asked Seungmin, "Why do you always cover your face when you laugh?"

Seungmin's smile slightly faded. "When I was in middle school, I used to wear braces. The kids... they found it weird, which meant they found me weird."

You were shocked. How could anyone dislike his smile? Seungmin's smile was one of the prettiest smile's you had ever seen. And mind you, you used to hate Kim Seungmin.

Used to. Now, it was more like you were tolerating him, sometimes even appreciating him. Wow, something really is wrong with you.

You snorted. "If I could travel back in time," you declared, "I would deck those dumbasses in the phase."

Seungmin choked on the coffee that the waitress had dropped off a few minutes ago. He surprisingly remembered your order, despite you only mentioning it to him during his student council coffee runs only once or twice before.

"Y/N, I'm pretty sure that's a crime," Seungmin snickered.

You raised your eyebrows in response. "And if you don't help me with this, I'm about to commit a crime, and you won't be in a position to testify."

With that, the lessons began.

Seungmin was an extremely good teacher. He was well known among the student body for being the kind of tutor that took F grades and turned them into a B+ or A-. Even you wanted to start tutoring, but your patience often wore thin faster than it did for others.

Seungmin though, didn't break a sweat. He revised concepts over and over again until you understood, making sure that at the end, you didn't have a single semblance of a doubt in your mind when it came to the related topic.

Two hours later, you were finally done.

"Now," Seungmin announced, "We will have some fun and let loose."

You were putting your books inside when you clicked a pen in your hand restlessly. "You, prim and proper Kim Seungmin, want to 'let loose' and 'have some fun'?"

Seungmin clicked his tongue in exasperation. "Look tiny, I'm disciplined, but I know my limits. You have already studied everything to the T. Plus, your exam is tomorrow. Get some fresh air and take a break now, then revise once more in the evening."

You wondered how he could be so careless when he probably had an exam tomorrow too. "What about you? Don't you have to study as well?"

Seungmin sent you a devious grin and you felt your knees go weak a little (No. What?)

"I had my last exam yesterday, honey," he happily shared, patting your head in mock pity in the process.

Honey, that was new. You were so used to the reoccurrences of 'darling', 'sweetheart' and terms related to your height that the new nickname caught you slightly off guard.

You hoped the expression on your face clearly conveyed that you found his actions traitorous. "How dare you prey on a vulnerable young woman just to quench your loneliness?"

"Come on," Seungmin coaxed, "We can hit the boardwalk, get lunch and go back to the dorms. You and I both know that we aren't invited to Saturday gatherings due to unfortunately being classified as 'nerds'."

In the end, you relented. After all, who can say no to someone whose beaming smile rivalled the shine of a rainbow and whose honeyed voice washed over you like a soothing balm?

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Boardwalk was the name that the students had given to the all year amusement park reminiscent set up that was just a few minutes away from the dorms. You had come here several times, but rarely with someone else and mostly to clear your head. (And watch toddlers shrieking on the carousel).

The moment you got your pink wristbands, Seungmin dragged you to the stalls where you played to win a plushie. He was so intent on winning something that you found it almost adorable.

"You do know that these are all scams, right? There's no way you'll win," you stated confidently, disregarding the mammoth scowl on the game operators face."

Seungmin lazily picked up a dart and aimed for the balloons hung on the wall. He cocked his head towards you and gave you a wink, "This one's for you, sweetheart."

To your utmost surprise, the dart hit the balloon perfectly. Even Seungmin looked stunned. The operator offered him another dart and you a self-assured smirk. He once again hit the dart again, with a satisfying pop!.

"All right folks," the operator droned, "Pick a stuffed toy."

Seungmin nudged you slightly, "Which one?"

You glanced at him, "You won, so it's only fair that you choose."

Seungmin smirked at you, "Nope. I recall mentioning that that one was for you."

Heat pooled in your stomach, which shouldn't have. Especially when the cause were Kim Seungmin.

"Okay," you jutted out your head to make eye contact with him and turned back to choose the lucky stuffed toy.

You pointed at a medium sized elephant plushie and grabbed it eagerly. Holding it tight to your chest you said, "What should we name our child Seungmin?"

He presented you with no reply and a face contorted with judgement.

Pouting, you mockingly told the elephant, "Look, your father doesn't love you."

Feigning an offended gasp, Seungmin promptly snatched the elephant from you, "Don't listen to your mother, Ello."

"Ello?" You laughed.

"Shh," Seungmin chastised, "Let my inner European be free."

The mild spring breeze whipped your hair around and you took of your jacket, wrapping it around your waist. You spotted a fallen rose and quickly went to pick it up. It was still in pristine condition and in a random bout of girlhood, you tried to tuck it behind your ear.

Silently, Seungmin motioned towards you taking Ello and you handing him the rose. Seungmin somehow managed to break of the thorns without cutting himself.

Delicately lifting up the hair behind your hair, he began to adjust the rose in place. Since he was considerably taller than you, Seungmin leaned in front. You could see every valley and crevice in his face and for some reason, you wanted to hold it in your arms.

A rush thumped through your chest. As silly as it seemed, nobody had ever quite touched you like that. Seungmin's breath smelled like chocolates and cinnamon.

A rebellious part if you wondered if that was what he would taste like.

Lightly clearing his throat, he continued walking and you followed wordlessly. A few random rides later, you both finally found yourself in front of the Disco Pang Pang. A smile tugged at your lips. You were so going on this ride today.

Cheeks flushed from the fun you were having, you said breathlessly, "Let's go."

Seungmin visibly gulped, "I don't know."

"Aw come on, don't tell me you're scared." Seeing the petrified expression on his face however, you quickly retracted your statement. "It's fine, we don't have to,"

"No, it's okay," Seungmin managed weakly, "Just, hold me please."

Handing Ello to one of the fair volunteers, you both clambered up the metal stairs and took a seat on the foam benches. Seungmin was right next to you, his arm around the railing of where you sat.

Your initial excitement of experiencing this wore off, however, when the machine suddenly lurched forward. It threw Seungmin on you and his arms instinctively curved around your waist.

The warmth from his body radiated into you and for a moment stayed frozen, eyes glued on each other. You felt electric shocks where he touched you and trembled slightly.

Catching his breath, Seungmin began to apologize profusely. "I'm sorry I didn't mean too-"

The machine lurched again and again. Seungmin had figured out how to maintain his balance and stayed the distance of an arm's length away from you. When it was finally over, you both stumbled onto solid ground, clutching your stomachs.

"That. Was. Awesome!" You decided, delight etching your face.

"I'm convinced you're a six year old boy stuck in an eighteen year old girl's body," Seungmin groaned.

Agreeing upon this being enough fun for one day you both walked back to the dorms and went your separate ways. Astoundingly, Seungmin's advice of taking a break in between studying did help and you noticed that you were retaining information better.

You wanted to thank him and grabbed your phone.

[7:26 PM]

You: ty maybe.

You: I *kinda* had fun today

[7:30 PM]

Ello's dad: just admit it darling

Ello's dad: im fun

[7:31 PM]

You: in ur dreams Kim, in ur dreams

[7:32 PM]

Ello's dad: well then, ig I'll be dreaming of you tonight

You smiled despite yourself and went to bed.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

t - three months and twenty-five days.

Your relationship with Seungmin was somehow significantly improving. Yes, you still did indulge in your regular banter, but you both now had the ability to have full conversations without actually insulting the other person.

Your exams were finally over and, as presumed, both you and Seungmin had equal grades. What you didn't expect however, was even sharing the title of valedictorian with Seungmin.

The you before your impromptu study session would have been spitting fireballs. The you currently was looking forward to embarrassing Seungmin a little bit (in all good fun), during your moment in the spotlight.

In the fast paced environment of writing finals, wrapping up college applications and facing parents at parent - teacher meetings, the prom committee had forgotten one, extremely crucial component of prom planning: Picking a theme.

It was so stupid, really. None of you even realized until the décor committee was busy trying to decide on decorations and Felix meekly articulated, "Uh, guys. I don't think we ever decided on a set theme."

Seungmin eyes grew wide and you took in a sharp breath. How could you forget something so important? Frantic chatter arose and in a futile-ish attempt, you yelled out to the students, "Guys! Let's just come up with ideas, but in an orderly fashion."

In an instant, the room began quieting down and hands were raised, full of ideas. Seungmin gave you an impressed look and everyone slowly began suggesting various prom themes.

"What if," Noelle screamed from the back of the room, "We had a Paris inspired theme? I know, Paris nights!"

The entire room let out a collective groan. If Korea had koreaboos, then Noelle was some fucked up version of a French-boo. She boasted to whoever would listen that she had French blood, if being named Noelle and visiting Canada for two weeks constituted French heritage.

Riya ears perked up however, and she asked, "How about Aphrodite's Garden?"

You and Seungmin exchanged a look. "Elaborate," asked Seungmin.

Hyunjin gave Riya an encouraging shove and she stood up, "How about a spring theme, but instead of the classic flowers and leaves, it's more sensual and inspired by Greek mythology?"

The room broke into excited conversation, seemingly approving of Riya's idea. Hyunjin stood up next to her, "Riya and I could prepare a mood board and send it to the group chat."

"All in favor," Seungmin asked. A clear majority.

"Perfect," you smiled, "Then it's settled. The theme will be Aphrodite's Garden."

The room went back to it's raucous state as you stepped aside for a moment, head pounding from a headache. You had a cold and staying up all night studying for scholarship tests did not help. You knew you had to pass them though. You weren't willing to give your parents another reason to demean you for being a burden.

You were massaging your temples when Seungmin came up from behind you. "Are you okay?" he asked, voice laced with concern.

"Yep," you tried to muster a positive tone, "Just a headache. I'm peachy."

"Peachy?" Seungmin inquired, his eyebrow cocked upwards and tone full of mischief.

"Don't assume that I don't use the word peachy unironically," you huffed.

Still, Seungmin's apprehensive expression and the exponentially increasing pounding in your head made you feel your gut that something bad was brewing.

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You, Jeongin and Hyunjin waited patiently in the computer lab the next day. Hyunjin and Riya had made the mood board for Aphrodite's Garden, but wanted the input of you, Seungmin and Jeongin.

All three of you stood near the window, peering out of the glass and observing the ant-like players on the soccer field below. You wondered what was so appealing about kicking a ball on a Saturday morning.

Hyunjin looked troubled, "I want to ask Riya to prom. But I don't know how."

You let out a sneeze in response and Hyunjin wordlessly handed you a tissue, the despair never leaving his face.

You slightly understood the reasoning behind Hyunjin's thinking. It was promposal season, people planning elaborate and innovative ways to ask each other to prom. Considering the high school you were at, this more often than not involved Rube Goldberg machines and periodic table confessions.

Jeongin let out an audibly exasperated huff of breath. "If you like Riya, just ask her out. The worst she could say is no."

Before you could add onto Jeongin's admonishment, a voice cut through the room.

"What?"

Your eyes widened as you clapped your hand to your mouth. Hyunjin felt himself stumble backwards and Jeongin muttered a low "Fuck" under his breath.

Judging by the tone of the voice and familiar sweetness, you knew it could only belong to one person. Time felt like a concept out of grasp as you, Hyunjin and Jeongin turned to face Riya, standing in the doorway with shock painted on her face.

"I- I can't," she tripped over the doorstep, "Look, I'll just send them to you, I-"

Riya steadied herself, holding on the the doorframe, and then fled the room. Hyunjin glanced at you, his eyes full of pleading.

"Go, quickly," you commanded, and he rushed out of the room in Riya's stead.

"See, this is why you're my favorite," Hyunjin told you while ruffling you, scowling at Jeongin. You sniffed in response as Jeongin's jaw clenched.

Just then, Seungmin entered the room, giving both Hyunjin and Riya and irritated glare. "Weren't they supposed to show us something?"

"They'll just send it to one of us," you told Seungmin, your voice coming out weaker than expected.

"You know what," Jeongin threw his hands up in the air in rage, "Fuck this. If they are out, I am out."

Seungmin stared at you quizzically, as if trying to unravel the pieces of the puzzle that made you, well, you. His eyes must have taken in your sickness - stricken state because the curiosity on his face morphed into concern.

"Are you okay?" Seungmin asked, stepping closer to you.

"Fine," you choked out, but you knew you weren't.

Your head felt like a thousand drills were screwing into it. You felt hot and cold at the same time, throat parched and dry. Your body felt like lead, being weighed down at ever movement. You knew these were the textbook symptoms of a fever and then some more.

You tried to walk forward, but couldn't hold your balance. Dazed, you felt your consciousness slowly slip away due to the lack of sleep you were forcing yourself to put up with it. Exhaustion didn't come to you in raindrops, it came to you in a torrential shower.

The last thing you felt was Seungmin's arms holding you up as your entire world shrouded in darkness.

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When you came to, you were still in the classroom, water droplets running down your face. Seungmin looked guilty and the bottle of water in his hand told you everything you needed to know.

"Sorry," Seungmin said sheepishly, "I didn't know what else to do."

You waved him off, still trying to fully gain control of your senses. You blinked slowly and languidly, adjusting slowly to the light. The sudden shift from complete darkness to windows that let in natural light was slightly painful.

You placed your palms flat against the floor, where Seungmin had most likely placed you. The cool sting of the marble tiles was a welcoming sensation, the bite of it rebooting your brain. You straightened your skirt but your head was still fucking hurting.

"What exactly happened?" you asked weakly.

You knew that women were often taken advantage of in such situations. You knew you could trust Seungmin with your life though. He would never hurt you in any sense, and the past few weeks only solidified that fact for you. Still, asking was like second nature for you.

"Oh, uhm, you fell and I caught you and somehow managed to lean you against the wall," Seungmin stuttered.

He let out a weary sigh and rubbed his eyes vigorously. It was almost as if he was the one who had just fainted and was sitting on a cold marble floor. The thought made you laugh, but the way your chest constricted in pain when the laugh travelled up your bones made you push it down.

"Let's-" you managed until you let out a sneeze, "Let's get back to work. Hyunjin or Riya must have sent the designs by now."

Seungmin looked at you, appalled. "No. Are you insane? You probably are. I'm taking you back to your dorms and making you something warm to eat, no questions asked."

"Seungmin, you don't have to," you let out, your voice hoarse. But despite your mental and vocal protests, your body couldn't fight it anymore. It was begging, screaming for help and you had ignored it wrong enough."

Seungmin set you a look that could kill and held out his palm. You grabbed onto it, and with his help stood up. You legs were so weak, however, that you fell forward again. The world was spinning and you were falling and falling until you weren't.

The entire time, only one thought rang over and over again in your head, like a sickly song.

Was success, was making the people around you proud, was your hard work really worth this form of self inflicted torture you were putting yourself through?

Seungmin's arms steadied your waist as you arms flew up to his shoulders. You were in close proximity now, close enough that you could see your reflection in his eyes. God, you looked like shit.

The concern in his eyes and the pain you were both mentally and physically going through finally made you snap.

Without warning, tears filled your eyes and cascaded down your cheeks. You were so, so tired. Seungmin didn't say anything, but he understood. Of course he understood. You couldn't deny it any longer. Being compared and set against each other didn't make you two poles on other sides of your respective worlds; in fact, it did the very opposite.

You were so accustomed to the thought of each other, that you had become a reflection of each other. There was no Y/N L/N without Kim Seungmin and no Kim Seungmin without Y/N L/N.

Your lives had become so intricately intertwined that the thought of a world without Seungmin, without the jabs and maddening nicknames, without the warm smiles that were solely reserved for you when somebody made an out of pocket comment at one of your student council meetings, felt impossible.

You felt your arms effortlessly slip down Seungmin's shoulder and around his waist. Your head automatically found a spot on his chest. You knew that your tears were staining his shirt, you knew that you were helpless and vulnerable, but you didn't care.

Seungmin kept you anchored as your mind swam through every dark tunnel that dug itself throughout your life. This time, you weren't frolicking in them. This time, you weren't finding solace in them because of your self proclaimed incompetence.

This time, you were sealing them shut for good and the only reason you could was because you knew Seungmin was there. He was there, he was there, he was there.

When Seungmin lightly placed his chin over your head, you didn't mind being short. His hands soothingly smoothed your hair over and over again as you noiselessly let out all the pent up emotions and feelings that grew into this black hole that was sucking the life out of you.

You stepped back. "I'm sorry," you sobbed.

"It's fine, you're good," he whispered softly.

Holding you forearm gently, he walked you out of the room you both were in and in the direction of your dorm. You furiously rubbed at your cheeks, attempting to lose any indication of you previously pathetic state, but you stopped when a shot of something you hadn't felt in a long time rushed back to you: indifference.

In this moment, you didn't care that the regality with which you held yourself in front of Seungmin  and the world was soiled under your feet.

All you cared about was that you finally had a person who would hold you while you break and pick up the pieces with you when you were ready, mending you and healing and hell, loving you back to a state of somewhat living.

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

Your hands were shaking so much and your vision was so blurry when you tried to unlock your dorm room door that Seungmin had to ease the key out of your finger. He slid it in and with a click, the door swung upon.

You pulled out strength from the nooks and crannies of your being to actually change into something comfortable. Seungmin surprisingly also had a change of clothes in his bag, until you later remembered that he had baseball matches every Saturday morning at dawn.

You came out of your room wearing cat faced pajamas that were a little big for you but cozy nonetheless. Seungmin looked you up and down with a smirk on his face.

"Shall I call you kitty cat now?" his tone heavy with fake torment and real intention.

There was no way you were getting out of this one.

"Shut up, puppy," you referenced the small puppy face on his t-shirt as you padded towards the bar stools that stood along your kitchen counter.

"Okay, kitty cat," he grinned while you groaned.

In the fifteen minutes Seungmin had spent inside your dorm room, he had located the medicine cabinet and slid a bottle of Tylenol and a spoon. You withered under his expectant stare and duly obliged.

"Fair warning," Seungmin said casually as he took out some instant ramen and a saucepan, "I'm a horrible cook."

You probably would have flipped him off for his easy-going tone while saying that he could food poison you if he wasn't the reason you were in the comfort of your home right now.

"Just don't give me acidity. I would probably die and if I do, best believe I'll come back to haunt your ass," you muttered.

"Relax," Seungmin's tone was slightly offended, "Have faith in me. I can make at least instant ramen."

"If you insist," you sighed.

Seungmin passed the bowl of steaming hot ramen towards you, vapor still rising from it. You blew on it and took a bite, the heat instantly making you feel better. Seungmin sat beside you and began eating as well. You both lunched in silence, only the sounds of your spoons hitting your bowls and the occasional slurp filling the room.

You let out a yawn and Seungmin was quick to tell you that the instructions on the instructions stated that you had to wait an hour before sleeping if you had eaten anything after administering it.

To kill time, you suggested watching something on television. Seungmin joined you on the couch. You wrapped a warm blanket around you while Seungmin shifted through your Netflix catalogue, evidently pleased with your taste in media.

You started speaking, "You know, I was thinking of watching -"

At the same time Seungmin began, "I was actually planning on starting -"

"Three Body Problem," you both finished at the same time.

Reflections, reflections.

Seungmin played the first episode and you both watched in transfixed awe and silence. Seungmin kept checking on you in between though. It was never something major, but small things, like handing you the only pillow on the couch and passing a bottle of water at regular intervals.

"Wow," you said breathlessly as if you yourself were in that setting, "Any theories?"

Seungmin gritted his teeth, "Multiple, actually, but I have read the books and that would be fair, would it kitty cat?"

You pouted at him and he laughed his devious laugh.

"You can go, if you need to," you told Seungmin, "I'll get some rest. Riya will probably be home soon for a few hours."

"No, I'll stay out of the goodness of my heart," Seungmin smirked.

You snorted, "Out of the goodness of your heart, or out of the goodness of wanting to steal something?"

"Maybe I'll take your bunny slippers. They're the only thing worth committing a crime in this dorm for," Seungmin mocked, the slippers you were currently wearing coming I'm intentionally violent contact with his leg.

"Seriously though, thank you for helping me. I wouldn't have expected it from someone who hates me," you said, not thinking much of it.

"I don't hate you," said Seungmin, and your worlds collided to come to a standstill.

Every perception you had for yourself was destroyed with the utterance of four words. I don't hate you. The walls you had built of rivalry and animosity, of surpassing him and opposing him came crashing down and burying you in rubble underneath.

If all you had worked towards was to dismantle the justification of Seungmin's fabricated hatred, and yet he never hated you in the first place, then what was the point? Does that mean that you were never truly doing any of this for yourself, and only because of him?

If he didn't exist, what would you be?

You realized that you were probably reading too much into it and let out a hollow, "I thought you did."

Seungmin shifted uncomfortably. "I'm sorry that I made you feel that way. I just considered you a worthy opponent that would help me improve myself. If anything, I respect you. In fact, these last few days have led me to see you as a friend."

You realized that it was time you apologized as well. "I'm really sorry too. I shouldn't have treated you so crossly."

Understanding and amusement flooded Seungmin's features. "No, please don't change. Bickering with you is one of the highlights of my day."

A smile tugged at your lips. "Okay, puppy boy. I'll go get some rest. What will you be doing?"

Seungmin winked at you. "Looking for things useful to steal, of course."

You lightly shoved his shoulder and he shook his head, shaking with laughter. Seungmin's hair bounced up and down as he laughed, pitifully, at his own joke.

You went to bed with a reducing migraine, a lighter heart and a new perception of you relationship with Kim Seungmin.

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

As soon as your head hit the pillow, you were completely knocked out. When you woke, you felt weirdly feverish. You sighed bitterly, knowing that it would take you time to recover.

You walked out to the living room the check up on Seungmin. The sight which you found before you made you mentally melt into a puddle.

In front of you was a sleeping Kim Seungmin, legs brought to his chest and cheeks puffed out. His chest heaved rhythmically and small puffs of breath escaped his mouth. His hair covered his eyes and he was in the most compact position you had seen. You suppressed a snort.

You knew the kindest thing you could for him was to let him sleep. You knew the kindest thing you could do for yourself was to take pictures for blackmail material. Slipping your phone out of your back pocket, you quickly snapped a picture.

Foolishly, you forgot to turn off the flash and Seungmin stirred in his sleep. He got up with a start and blinked slowly. His eyes found yours and he blinked once more.

Then, with a slow smile, he said, "Hi."

If you thought you were a puddle before, you were now a stream rushing towards the ocean. "Hello."

Seungmin sprang up, "Feeling better?"

"Hm," you responded.

You watched as Seungmin made his way to the kitchen, shuffling with the cups you had inside your mildly messy cupboards. "I'll make coffee. Two sugars right?" he asked matter of factly.

"Yep," you replied in slight surprise, "It's crazy how you still remember. It's been... what, six weeks since your last student council coffee run?"

Seungmin's back was to you, mixing away the milk and coffee granules. "I remember everything about you."

You heart shouldn't have stuttered the way it did, and for once, you didn't try to stop it.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

t - three months.

"Han Jisung," you yelled into your phone, "I will kill you!"

Static emerged from the other side, but you could still make out Jisung's muffled giggle. "Y/N, bestie, bad bitch, my ride or die, just get cookies."

You hung up the phone call in irritation as Seungmin leaned against the window of the bus stop, observing you with a smile. You shot him a grimace which was poorly disguised as a smile, and he burst out into a fit of laughter.

"Cookies it is I guess," he snickered at your misfortune.

"We're splitting the bill," you announced haughtily, and you both walked side by side to the local grocery store.

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

The cold air of the grocery store nipped at you, making its under your shirt and through your jeans. You rage towards a particular Han Jisung, however, propelled you towards the baked goods and sweets section. Seungmin tailed behind you, his hand holding on to your jacket sleeve.

The conquest in question was to get one of the people in your grade, Jisung, to help provide entertainment for the school prom. Him and two other seniors who had already passed out, Chan and Changbin, were part of a trio named 3racha. The entire school knew of their laurels; they had been signed to a famous company before even graduating high school.

Jisung told you to meet at their studio after school to discuss prom, assuring you that they would provide music and maybe even dj on the side. Right before you and Seungmin were going to leave however, he had the absolute audacity to tell you that his hyungs needed a lot of convincing.

You scanned all the decorative tin boxes, trying to pick out something cheap that would also suffice for the treacherous endeavor you were about to undertake. Sometime during this process, the familiar tug of Seungmin's hand on your sleeve vanished.

You surveyed the room to find where he was, like a mother looking for her son. When you finally spotted his familiar tuft of hair and tall frame, you let out a slightly fond and extremely exasperated sigh.

While you were actually working, Seungmin was busy waving two cones of ice cream towards you. You grabbed the box of cookies you were eyeing and walked towards him.

"Really, Seungmin?" you dryly questioned.

"I have an unnatural craving for butterscotch. If you don't let me have it, I'll go Edward Cullen on you," he retorted.

You seriously regretted persuading Seungmin into watching Twilight with you. Ever since the little sick spell you had which prompted Seungmin to spend time at your dorm, you both began a mini tradition of watching a movie together once every week.

You would play the movie on your respective laptops and call each other, listening on mute bar the occasional theoretical conversations and joint rants about the main character's absolute stupidity.

It all started when he began pestering you about table colors for the prom banquet ("but I don't see the difference between ivory and off-white!"), but you interrupted by saying that it movie night and that you were rewatching Interstellar. Both your movie preferences and haywire sleep schedules being very similar led to Seungmin asking you if he could watch as well.

The rest, as they say, was history.

You finally relented and you and Seungmin stepped out of the store with a split bill, a box of cookies under your arm and ice creams currently being devoured. You opted for Belgian Chocolate while Seungmin wolfed down butterscotch. You finished your ice creams and tossed your wrappers in the bin outside.

You noticed a spot of ice cream near Seungmin's lip. Without thinking anything of it, you pulled your sleeve and swiped at it, cleaning it in one go. Seungmin glanced at you with a mixture of awe, shock, and something you assumed was adoration.

"It's just ice cream," you mumbled, but the atmosphere of comfort and domesticity hit you just as much as it healed him.

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

The two of you got on the bus and found two empty seats beside each other. After you vehemently listed the cons of sitting in an aisle seat, Seungmin finally conceded into letting you sit near the window. He didn't do so without insulting your height (again), claiming that since he was tall he would need to stretch his legs, but you wouldn't be having such issues at all.

The bus ride to the 3racha studio would take a good forty five minutes. Not because it was far, per se, but because traffic was a little shit.

You both were on your phones, and you scrolled aimlessly through social media. You let out a groan of annoyance.

"What is it?" asked Seungmin.

"Just Riya and Hyunjin being disgustingly adorable. Go ahead, take pleasure in my despair," you offered, full of snark.

"I mean, if you insist," Seungmin grinned.

Ever since Riya and Hyunjin's dramatic love confession and Victorian romance-esque scenario, you had been third wheeling to the point where you were third wheeling without even being near them. Hyunjin and Riya being in a relationship did make you crave one of your own, but you were kind of to not let an innocent victim (see also: Yang Jeongin) fall captive to the perils of being a third wheel.

You were drifting in and out of reality, immersed in a science fiction eBook loaded onto you phone. Or at least, you were, until animated video game noises came from Seungmin's phone. You peered over his shoulder to see what he was doing, and burst into a fit of stifled laughter.

"How can you be so bad at Fruit Ninja of all games," you giggled.

Seungmin glared at you, "As if you're any better."

"I am, in fact," you snorted, your tone full of invitation and open to challenge.

It took just those four words and the smug expression on your face for Seungmin to quickly switch to multiplayer mode. The two of you vigorously tapped at your screens, slicing watermelons and mangos. Seungmin swiping was so arbitrary that he couldn't even cut through a fruit half the time.

You shoulder was pressed against Seungmin's and your chin hovered over it. You thought you both were being soft enough so as to not disturb anyone, but an old woman sitting in front of you coughed in what you assumed was contempt.

Blood rushed to your cheeks in embarrassment as you and Seungmin both bowed apologetically. You were expecting a lengthy sermon on public discipline, but the old woman broke into a smile instead.

"Always cherish your childhood friendships and childhood loves," she winked at the two of you, "Especially when it seems to be a love as free as the one you both share."

You and Seungmin exchanged confused looks.

"We're not-"

"About that-"

You were tripping over your words, stumbling and falling until Seungmin finally mustered, "We're not dating, or in love or anything."

The woman just laughed in response. She got up from her chair and left with an "If you say so!", leaving both you and Seungmin stunned in her wake. 

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You and Seungmin sat cramped in the 3racha studio couch. You couldn't quite call this room a studio. It was more of a musically inclined man cave.

Jisung, Changbin and Chan sat across from you, their legs ridiculously crossed over the other at the exact same angles. Jisung nibbled on the cookies that you brought. He smiled at another one of your death glares.

Chan clapped his hands together, "You know what? We would love to play at your prom. Changbin and I are alumni and Jisung is bitchless anyways."

Jisung swatted at Chan's arm with his cookie while Changbin swooped in to claim a cookie of his own. Amidst the chaos, you and Seungmin let out a sigh of relief.

"You can send us the transaction details at our email," said Changbin, scribbling it on a notepad. His booming voice made you jump in surprise.

"Cool, we'll do that soon. Before we go, can I use the restroom?" Seungmin inquired.

Chan rattled off the directions to the restroom and Seungmin left with a pat on your head and a "Don't miss me too much, darling."

"We'll get back to work now, Y/N," Chan said kindly.

You shot him a smile which remained on your face until Changbin snickered, "Yeah, Jisung can keep you company."

The two of them went inside their studio booth, erupting with giggles that turned into fake coughs which once again morphed into real coughs. You shot Jisung a quizzical look. "Oh, that's because I used to like you," Jisung said through a mouthful of cookie.

You weren't taken aback, unfazed by his sudden admission. Jisung has had a crush on almost the entire student body, regardless of gender. You would be kidding if you said that you didn't have a soft spot for Jisung though. He was your seatmate in chemistry class (a horrible one at that), but also the reason why you ran for student council president in the first place.

"You would be good at it," he encouraged you, even though you knew his ulterior motives.

You were presently reaching for a cookie when Jisung stated casually, "I didn't know you were dating Seungmin."

You choked on your cookie. "What? We aren't. Why would you think that?"

There was no way in hell you and Seungmin could ever be mixed up for a couple. Yes, your feelings of hatred towards him had considerably dampened, but that didn't mean that you liked liked him. Everything you felt towards him was strictly professional and only had to do with prom planning, as you would regularly reassure yourself.

Jisung shrugged. "The nicknames, the looks you were giving each other. I mean, you both are alike. It wouldn't be that out of the blue of you were."

You responded with a huff of indignation, assuming that this was Jisung's way of asking you if you were single.

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"We are not watching Twilight," you told Seungmin sternly. He pouted at you but you wouldn't budge, not even an inch.

Seungmin and you were back on the bus, the sky painted in beautiful shades of blue. The bus was quiet, you and Seungmin being the only passengers on there. Deciding to kill time because evening traffic would cause the bus to take even longer, Seungmin suggested watching something on his tablet.

"Let's watch the Vampire Diaries instead!" Seungmin said in excitement.

You stared at him, mouth agape. "What is it with you and vampires?"

"It's either that or Mean Girls," Seungmin offered.

You instantly knew what you would watch. Suffering through Seungmin watching Mean Girls and adopting Regina George's personality would be pure agony. There were many things you could tolerate in life, but Seungmin taking up the persona of his favorite characters after watching something knew was not one of them. Knowing Seungmin, you didn't have a shred of doubt that his favorite would be Regina.

"Vampire Diaries it is," you agreed, "But Damone is mine."

Seungmin offered no objection and handed you one side of his wired earphones. You had to sit in extremely close proximity to Seungmin, close enough that you could feel his breath on your cheek. Your head subconsciously dropped on his shoulder, his cheek pressed against your hair.

Seungmin smelled like cinnamon and rain. You wondered what perfume he used, but then realized that it would be pointless since any and all perfume would have worn out by then. After that you began to ponder about what Disney movie he had stepped out of to smell so good and look so good despite spending hours either outside or in a cramped studio.

Finally, your train of thought took a sharp, final turn.

You were comfortable, pressed up against Seungmin and making sarcastic comments every so often. It felt normal, natural even. It struck you that your head fit under Seungmin's chin like a missing puzzle piece.

The pieces of your brain and the pieces of his heart joined together to form a beautiful mosaic of shared chaos and resilience that was unique only to the odd relationship you both shared.

Maybe it wasn't so absurd that two people had assumed that you both were in a relationship. Maybe you didn't want it to be so absurd. Maybe you wanted it to be something that wouldn't cause you and Seungmin to dismiss with hurried explanations and laughs full of ridicule.

That was enough thinking for today.

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[10:17 PM]

puppy boy: i have come here to tell you that i am willing to risk our friendship

[10:18 PM]

You: /what/ friendship?

[10:18 PM]

puppy boy: fine, i'm willing to risk out not friendship for claiming damone salvatore

puppy boy: talk to hand if you have any arguments

puppy boy: ✋🏻

[10:19 PM]

You: lmao not you acting like damone would choose *you* over *me*

[10:19 PM]

puppy boy: ...

puppy boy: ok well i can't rly argue with that

puppy boy: if i was damone, i would choose you in a heartbeat

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

t - two months and twenty six days.

The most fascinating thing that you had studied about in your astronomy class were binary stars. They were the most common multi star system, found regularly in pockets of the universe. They were immensely important, aiding in the calculation of things like mass of celestial bodies.

But one could not exist without the other.

A binary star was useless without it's counterpart, just another ball of glowing gas drifting about in the universe. You reckoned that humans also had their version of binary stars, people whose lives were so intertwined with each other that having one without the other stripped both entities of their meaning.

In astronomy, they were called binary stars. On earth, they were called soulmates.

That was what you and Seungmin were, stars that shone brightly in your shared skies but instead of dimming the other, only amplified it. You both were natural satellites, celestial bodies gravitating into each other's pull like a two magnets.

Seungmin drew you in like nobody else did, and you were tired of repelling it. If the earth had reversed it's poles so many times in the past, then in the grand scheme of things, you reversing your perception of Seungmin should have been nothing that would warrant a big deal.

But to you, this was your entire perception of a black and white reality being ripped away and slowly rebuilt in color.

Considering that the person behind all of it was Seungmin, these colors were more often than not so vivid and vibrant that it left you craving more of what life could be like if he would be there mending every crack in your universe.

It left you craving more of what life could be like if the term my universe in your dictionary changed to our universe.

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

You and Seungmin were sitting together in the library. Well, less sitting together and more having a habit of happening to be there at the same time (which was almost all the time). This caused you both to strike up a habit of unknowingly taking a seat beside the other person.

Seungmin was leafing through a book while you silently observed him. "What is it?" he piped up, his eyes never leaving his book, "What do you want to ask me?"

You placed a finger between the pages of the book you were reading and shrugged. "Nothing much, really. How did you know I was wondering about something anyways?"

He looked up, his eyes meeting yours. "I just know. Now, what is it?"

His impatient gaze and curious eyes tempted you into telling him what was making rounds in your head. You found yourself thinking for the umpteenth time how his hair fell into his face so perfectly, making him a vision that seemed like a painting encased in a Parisian museum.

"Your eyes," you whispered, your tone so imperceptible that a another human being would have barely heard you.

Seungmin always heard your voice, though.

"What about them?" he chuckled.

You titled your head to the side, wondering if you yourself were imagining all of this. "Did you know your eyes change color when you look at me?"

It was true, at least to you. You noticed that whenever Seungmin's gaze caught onto yours, his eyes darkened. Not in the terrifying way often associated with bloodlust, but in the puzzled way that made you feel like he was trying to figure you out, just as you were trying to figure yourself out.

"It's just a telling sign for my animosity towards you," taunted Seungmin, attempting to ignite a fiery response out of you.

It somewhat mildly worked.

"Oh yeah," you gasped, "Ello will be troubled to know that her parents are fighting.

"Hm," contemplated Seungmin, "Who's gonna be the one to tell her that she's a child of divorce?"

Seungmin's comment caught you off guard. Child of divorce? It was so out of pocket that even the tantalizing curve of your lips that had been making you feel unnatural things as of late couldn't distract you.

"We aren't even married, Seungmin," you pointed out.

In response, Seungmin put his book down on the table in front of him. He placed his elbow on the aforementioned table and smoothly removed one of the two rings that he was always wearing: the smaller moon ring to his larger sun ring, you noticed.

He motioned for your hand and in one gesture, slid the moon ring onto your ring finger. "There," he declared proudly, "Now we're married."

He seemed so casual, so unfazed about it, that it enraged you.

Did he not just feel like an entire carton box of fireworks had gone off in an empty parking lot that was his stomach? Did he not get his breath taken away from a gesture that was so simple that a passerby wouldn't even have batted an eye at it? Did he not feel perplexed, terrified and astonished that such a feeling was even possible?

Because you did.

You felt like your world was tilting on it's axis and you couldn't keep letting the lava simmer under the surface anymore.

It felt like the entire universe was in your grasp, like electricity crackled at your fingertips. You felt euphoric, your brain buzzing and mind spinning.

You felt like someone shattered the vase of feelings that contained all you had ever experienced and glued it back together with gold in its cracks. You felt like someone placed rose-tinted sunglasses on your eyes and that you never wanted to go back to normal vision after gaining a taste of what this felt like.

You knew that what you felt was, according to the countless books and movies you had watched, a horrible illness that constituted a crush. But you didn't know that it felt so good? Even more frighteningly so, you didn't know when you stopped seeing Seungmin as a rival and as a friend.

You frighteningly didn't know when you started seeing Seungmin as someone you were capable of loving until you did and it scared you to death concretely only knowing that your brain provided not a single fucking objection to this flurry of feelings.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

t - two months.

In the time that you had come to the realization that you had feelings for Seungmin, and all the moments post that day, you were in a tumultuous state of mind.

You hadn't told anyone about your feelings, because you weren't sure if they were genuine or if they were a product of you romanticizing the entire atmosphere surrounding you.

You would be so cruel to Seungmin before a few months ago, so neglectful of his feelings that you thought it was foolish to think that he would ever like. It baffled you that he even saw you as a friend; hoping that he would see you as a lover would be akin to grasping for non-existent straws.

You should have told Hyunjin, who viewed love so beautifully that you envied him for it. You should have talked to Jeongin, who didn't see love as poetically as Hyunjin, but had so much of it to spare and never seemed to run out. But you didn't.

Instead, you chose to exist in torturous turmoil, over thinking each and every shared moment you had with Seungmin. If this was what experiencing supposedly unrequited like was going to be for the rest of your life, you sincerely hoped you never went through the pain of it again.

If this was what experiencing supposedly unrequited like was going to be for the rest of your life, you sincerely hoped it didn't become unrequited love.

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

"And we'll have to meet Felix for his cousin, you know, Lee Minho, who said he'll be open to catering for prom," you finished with an air of finality.

Seungmin bobbed his head in agreement and walked with you towards you locker. He stepped normally, slowing down to keep pace with you. You felt like your legs were lead.

Being near Seungmin made you simultaneously want to combust and make you want to fly.

You reached for you locker and twisted the knob according to your combination, as you did almost everyday. This was like second nature to you, so when you opened you locker, put your books inside and turned around with the intention of facing Seungmin, you certainly weren't expecting what you were met with instead.

Renjun, one of the students of your grade, stood facing you with a bouquet. You had spoken with Renjun a few times at most, striking up conversation very rarely. You had no idea what warranted him looking at you earnestly, hoping that he was waiting for someone else.

Of course you were wrong.

"Hey Y/N, um... I have liked you for a very long time and I wanted to ask if you would go to prom with me," Renjun stuttered.

To say you were in shock was an understatement. Dating was the furthest thing from your mind, regardless of whether or not you had feelings for anyone, Seungmin included. While you did feel a surge of ego at being asked out for prom, you weren't in any way, shape, or form, expecting it.

This also meant that you weren't prepared for what you were going to do if you wanted to accept a promposal, which in turn meant you had even less of an idea of what to do if your intention was to reject a promposal.

You instantly felt pity on him and remorseful for what you were about to do.

"Oh Renjun, I'm really sorry but I barely know you. On top of that, I'll be really busy with student council and just be the reason your night to be ruined," you told him softly.

Renjun looked at you crestfallen. "Oh yeah, no, you're right. I'm sorry for bothering you. Can we grab coffee sometime though?"

Before you could respond, Seungmin interjected. "Yes, yes, that's all nice but we have to go. People to see, places to be. Just text her when and where."

With that, Seungmin dragged you away. You wanted to protest but were internally cartwheeling instead.

It was probably your imagination, probably caffeinated emotions, but you thought you saw a flash of jealousy in Seungmin's charming eyes.

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

"What was that about?" you snorted.

"That was me having to be inconvenienced because my partner doesn't know how to respond when a guy asks her out," Seungmin snapped.

Not friend. No colleague or co-president. Not even your name. But partner.

You weren't sure how to feel about that.

"Why do you hate prom so much Seungmin?" you sighed, changing the topic.

Seungmin shrugged in response but you pressed on. "It's okay puppy. No matter how embarrassing, I won't judge."

You crossed your fingers over your heart, but Seungmin just looked at you with melancholy in his eyes. Your teasing smile fell.

"It's a long story," Seungmin said. His hands were in his pocket and he was kicking at a rock on the pavement.

"It's okay, you don't have to tell me," you told him, your voice full of guilt for asking.

"No, I will," he responded, "You deserve that much."

Seungmin finally began, "You know how I have an older sister, right? She's in college right now, but back when she was in high school, she was really smart. Smarter then me smart. I know right. Crazy? Anyways, she was very much type casted as a nerd and even though she was well liked, nobody wanted to date her. That was, until, prom came around. A guy asked her out and she was over the moon."

You felt a sinking feeling in your stomach, knowing where this was about to go.

"She wasn't even romantically interested in him, but was so excited that someone had for once, shown some interest towards her that she instantly said yes. I still remember how she wouldn't stop talking about it. She got ready, buying her own dress and everything, using money from her part time job that she was saving for university. She looked ethereal that night. I still remember all of it, even if it was five years ago. But she was stood up. Turns out the entire was a dare, a sick joke. Her final straw was when she saw the guy who asked her out walk into the prom venue with another girl on his arm."

Your heart broke for Seungmin's sister. You couldn't even imagine how it must have felt. Just when you thought it couldn't get worse, however, Seungmin opened his mouth once again.

He continues bitterly, "She was so heartbroken that she went to one of those afterparties, that's basically a rave. She drank so much alcohol that it got to the point where she was passed out on someone's hospital. We had to rush her to the hospital and get all of it pumped out. It felt so painful, being thirteen and watching my sister just suffer in pure agony."

Seungmin's voice broke, "She almost died last night, physically. But mentally, she was wrecked. It was on her hospital records, this incident. None of the Ivies, or any university even remotely good accepted her. She finally got into Stanford, but that was after writing several scholarship tests and paying a hefty fee. She's never really been the same since."

When Seungmin's sermon came to an end, you felt his hurt ten times over. Tears glistened in his eyes and without warning, you pulled him in for a hug. You felt Seungmin let out a shaky breath and held him close.

"Your hair smells like strawberries. It's highly concerning. Fruit based shampoos are dumb," he mumbled into your hair.

"Shut up and stop ruining the moment or else I'll let go," you warned.

In response, Seungmin just held you tighter. When he let go, he swiped at his eyes and gave you a grateful smile. "Sorry. And thank you," he told you with a tight smile.

You just nodded in response. "Hey, I understand why you hate prom. I can take over for you on the actual night," you offered with a squeeze of his hand."

Seungmin shook his head in response, "No, I'll be there. It wouldn't be fair to all of you if I wasn't. But you should go with Renjun. Being tethered to someone who has an outlook like me would just make the night boring as hell for you."

The possibility of going to prom with Renjun when Seungmin was right there was something you found utterly ridiculous. It made no sense, no sense at all to go with someone you had no feelings for. Going to prom with Renjun would hurt both him and you.

Seungmin's glazed expression sent an arrow straight into your heart, piercing and deafening. You refused to let him drown in sorrow. "Absolutely not, Kim Seungmin. If I said you're coming to prom with me, you're coming to prom with me."

You didn't allow any room for further argument, shutting Seungmin up with a defiant stare. You wanted Seungmin to enjoy prom, you truly did. But you knew that this wasn't the complete truth. You had a much more selfish, concealed motive.

You were going to make Kim Seungmin fall in love with prom, while falling in love with you as well.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

t - one month and three days.

[9:06 PM]

You: oi seungmin

You: we still meeting up at the library to wrap up all the finally details?

[9:07 PM]

seungmine (hopefully someday): Yep.

You could somehow tell that something was bothering Seungmin, just by reading that last text. You caught your lip between your teeth as you got ready to go to the library, his dry tone throwing you off. Seungmin was pretty much a dry texter, but always followed it up with something absurd. Today however, he didn't. Hell, he even used proper punctuation.

The entirety of the mini 'meeting' that you had consisted of only you talking and Seungmin responding with one or two words. If you were lucky, he would look your way, but your luck mostly fell short.

You snapped your binder shut and asked, "Everything good?"

Seungmin just blinked in response, the boredom and sense of being done evident in his eyes. He didn't reply and instead proceeded to swing his bag around his shoulder and stand up.

You tried once again. "I was going to go shopping for prom dresses. Do you want to match colors? Let me know what you plan on wearing."

Seungmin spared you a half glance. "Yeah sure, wear whatever. I don't really care."

You felt tears prick in his eyes. How could he just not care? You were willing to give up fun and sacrifice romance so that Seungmin could have someone to spend time with. You were doing all this and for what? Being told that he didn't care?

You felt so heavy that you spit out, "You know what? Fine. I wanted to go to prom with you so that you would have someone to be with. I knew, I knew that we would have to be stuck together all night, socializing and making sure nobody burns the school down or spikes the punch bowl. But that doesn't mean that I don't want prom to feel authentic, to go as a normal teenager."

You continued, "I'm not even asking you for the grand promposal that I have been dreaming about since I was nine. I'm just asking you to do the bare minimum, if not as my prom date, which you agreed to might I add, but at least as the person who I share the title of co-president with. You cannot keep disregarding my feelings Seungmin. I'm sick and tired of it. I understand that you hate prom but it's you who keeps insisting on coming, it's you who keeps saying that it won't be fair if you aren't there which is ironic, because you most definitely aren't being fair right now."

Seungmin stared at you, jaw slightly hung open, but the fire inside you kept raging.

"I know you don't see me as a date and that's fine but at least show me some modicum of respect. You didn't even let me complete my question; it wasn't me asking about matching prom attire. It was Principal Kim who suggested asking you about it. And you know that a suggestion from her is nothing short of law."

The tears in your eyes were threatening to spill out now as you mentally cursed yourself for ever even thinking that you could have feelings for someone like him.

"So, Kim Seungmin, if you don't want to go prom, or if you want to be a whiny little bitch about it, it's fine with me. Text me if you're going. If you won't, I'll just assume you aren't. You can do whatever the fuck you want because I'm sick for pitying you when you clearly aren't deserving of it. Go ahead and fucking ruin prom for yourself, but don't you dare tarnish the experience for me."

Before Seungmin could even anything, you grabbed your backpack and walked away, blinking back tears as you thought about how cold and lonely prom would be without anybody by your side to spend the night with. Hyunjin had Riya. Jeongin had a roster of senior girls willing to go out with him.

But you? At the end of the day, every single day, you were all alone. You let your intrusive thoughts in, swirling in your head and nearly paralyzing your capacity to think.

What if the reason why you were alone was all your fault? What if you were too pushy, too rude for your own good? None of that mattered, though, because thinking about the situation never changed the situation.

You would be alone, no matter how hard you tried otherwise, and that was the bitter truth you had to learn to live with.

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

[5:28 PM]

Kim Seungmin: i am so sorry y/n

Kim Seungmin: please answer my calls

[6:36 PM]

You: I have sent the details regarding the electronic equipment.

You: Make sure to contact them.

[6:36 PM]

Kim Seungmin: please let me make it up to you.

Kim Seungmin: please.

[7:05 PM]

You: Let me know once you contact them.

You: Don't bother texting me otherwise.

You: My phone will be on dnd since I'm going out.

You: Call me only if it's urgent. I think you should be more than capable of handling the situation now, but just in case. Don't expect me to respond to you about anything else.

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

You were avoiding Seungmin as if he carried a deadly virus. You dodged him in hallways and expertly deflected any and all of his attempts to talk to you. The one place you couldn't avoid where you knew he would be, however, was the library.

You needed to return one of your library books. Today was the last day and not doing so would led to you paying a fine. You couldn't afford a payable fees right now, since most of the savings from your part time job and the money your parents would regularly send you would be going towards buying your prom gown.

Okay, fine. Maybe you wanted to give Seungmin a chance to properly apologize. But that's absurd and not important right now.

Your headphones were jammed in your ears, music pounding through them while you walked in its direction. People thought that you had an affinity for listening to classical music since you came under the categorization of an 'over-achieving nerd.'

You knew that society also known as your school, would break out into scandal if they ever found out that Kendrick Lamar was your top artist on Spotify.

That thought brought you back to Seungmin, as you giggled at the memory of his confusion while you were explaining the entire Drake and Kendrick beef to him. His nose was scrunched up and his eyes were squinted, listening to you as if you were preaching about the secrets of life and the universe, not ranting about rap music.

Oh wait. You were supposed to hate Seungmin. Not giggle at the memories of the time you spent together like a middle aged woman recounting her college days.

When you got to the library, you placed your bag on Mrs. Kang's table and took out the book you were supposed to return.

You handed it to her with a strained smile. "Hey, I am on time though, aren't I Mrs. Kang? Plus, this is just a first time offence. I'm sure you can let it slide."

Mrs. Kang raised her eyebrow. "Fine, just this once," she slid the book underneath the scanner and mentioned, "Oh, you should go check out the Romantic Literature section; we finally got sent The Vicar of Wakefield."

You looked at her, puzzled. You were never really interested in works that emerged during the age of early eighteenth century Romanticism. She must have mixed you up with somebody else, but you began to walk towards the shelves anyways. If anything would help lighten your spirits, it would be re-reading Pride and Prejudice.

When you got there however, the most unexpected sight awaited you.

Your eyes drank in the sight of Seungmin, standing wearing a varsity jacket, white t-shirt and jeans. Dried rose petals littered the length of the aisle. Seungmin was holding up an open book with it's pages folded to form the word 'Prom?'

As much as you hated to admit it, the sight took your breath away.

Seungmin cocked his head to the side. "I had to bribe her with my limited edition copy of Frankenstein."

"What- what is this?" you asked, your brain still numb from shock.

Seungmin bit his lip and looked at you. "This is me apologizing. You were right. I completely sidelined you when I shouldn't have. I truly respect and admire you and feel horrible that I made you feel like this. And I figured, that I should ask you to prom the way you deserve: with all the grandeur in the world."

His apology was one that you could have never imagined being the recipient of. Even fiction didn't predict something as thoughtful as this. Seungmin preparing an entire promposal for you, over just a hissy fit, was enough to thaw your temporarily frozen heart.

You looked at him open-mouthed. "But I thought you didn't even like me that way."

Despite how hard he tried to contain it, tones of mischief slipped through Seungmin's voice. "Would it be so bad if I did?"

What? This couldn't be real. This was most definitely not happening. You pinched yourself to make sure you weren't dreaming, because never in your wildest dreams would such a scene have ever taken place.

Seungmin must have somehow read your mind because he quickly stuttered, "Not that I do. I mean I like you. But not in that way. Like, I asked you since we have to spend the entire night together anyways. I'm sorry for making this weird."

You let out an exhale, chiding yourself for being so gullible. It was just Seungmin being Seungmin. You spared a glance at his eyes, full of anticipation. You wanted to say no. If you didn't, you knew you would be in too deep.

You took a step forward to refuse his request when your eyes fell on his hand. The sight awaiting you knocked the wind out of your body.

You already noticed Seungmin's baggy eyes, attributing it to lack of sleep because he was busy doing whatever guys do. But his hands told the other half of the story.

They were adorned with paper cuts. Small scars like moons were imprinted on him in various stages of healing. One even had a bit of blood on it.

"Uh, yeah," said Seungmin, noticing your eyes drift down, "I spent all night making it. Let's just say that I'm really bad with paper and folding in any context and leave it at that."

"Seungmin," you whispered, your eyes tearing up. He offered you a tight smile.

"I should go. This was weird. I'm sorry."

"Wait!" you said in a tone that startled him, "I'll go. I'll go to prom with you. Officially."

Seungmin's eyes reflected a question of whether you were doing this genuinely. You hoped that your eyes reflected that you were. Seungmin may not ever come to like you romantically, in any sense. But you were happy with what you were being offered.

You were happy that Seungmin was the first person you thought yourself to have the potential to love.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

t - shit, it's prom!

You couldn't sleep all night.

The frenzied prolepsis that clouded your mind refused to escape. 'What if's?' and 'Should have's?' regarding the event clouded your head. You thought that you would feel more nervous about your experience at prom, but it was all the planning that got to your head.

If you were a wreck, however, then Seungmin was a fucking natural disaster.

He texted you without pause, your phone blowing up so much that even Riya had to ask you if everything was okay. His chats varied, from long rants about how Die Hard is not a Christmas movie, despite Felix's apparent protests, and immense worry about how prom would turn out.

You didn't blame him. You were just as anxious as him, even if you weren't as vocal about it. This mammoth event was like yours's and Seungmin's baby. You were so concentrated on making sure that everything went according to plan, that the idea of you going to prom with Seungmin was pushed to the dark and dusty corner of your brain.

"You have been texting Seungmin a lot lately," teased Riya as she curled her hair.

"Shut up," you told her smoothly, already armed with blackmail material, "Or else I will smack you and tell Hyunjin about your Shah Rukh Khan shrine."

She effortlessly shut up.

You ran from one room to the other, your dorm house common room and back, pacing and placing calls and confirming and reminding people of what had to be done. You were in such a rush that you hadn't even started to get ready.

In your panicked chaos, you slammed into an already ready Felix. His white suit was immaculate, small roses embroidered on the sides. His blond hair was tousled and his easy smile gave you a bit of reassurance amidst the hectic situations you were constantly throwing yourself in.

"Felix! What are you doing here? You look amazing, by the way." You pulled him in for a quick hug, distracted by a call you had to make.

"I'm here to pick up my date, Jeongin," Felix smirked.

You let out a cough. "What?"

Felix laughed. "I didn't have a date and thought that he deserves to come since he has helped so much. So, I offered him my plus one ticket."

Ah, that made sense. You wondered why Jeongin didn't go with one of the senior girls on his roster of ladies in waiting. Then you remembered that he thought of himself as some sort of a chivalrous gentleman.

"Why haven't you gotten ready yet?" Felix questioned.

"Oh, I was just-," you began, before Felix sternly interrupted you.

"Don't you dare say you were wrapping things up. You and I both know that your definition of wrapping things up is frantically quadruple checking everything," Felix scolded, "You will stop worrying and get ready."

You just sighed in response, "I wish I could but-"

"No buts," he said, his eyes softening. "This night is yours as much as everybody else's. If anything, it's mostly yours."

Before you could sweetly respond to Felix with a resounding refusal, Jisung, per usual, appeared out of thin hair. His suit coat looked a little small and you vaguely remembered yearbook pictures of Chan during his prom, wearing almost the exact same suit coat, minus the little hand stitched lightening bolt on the side pocket.

"This," Jisung motioned towards you with a flourish of his right hand, "Is unacceptable."

Felix promptly agreed. You flashed him a withering glare and he slightly wavered, but it was of no use. You had lost the battle before it had even begun.

Twenty minutes later, you, Jisung and Felix were in your dorm room. No matter your protests, they insisted on helping you get ready for prom night. The two of them did your hair and makeup while you pondered on how you couldn't do it yourself half as good as they did.

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When they were done, you gasped in surprise. They made you look a beautiful you thought you weren't capable of outwardly being.

Your dress in itself was majestic, at least in your eyes. It didn't exactly fit the theme, but the moment you saw it, you knew you needed to have it. It marveled you to no end about how someone could leave something that looked so incredible in a small thrift store next to the coffee shop you frequented.

The dress was silver, shimmering in a shade of what you only knew to be 'almost white' when light struck it. The bodice was in the shape of fairy wings, the sides laced crisscrossed and showing the smallest bit of skin. The back was covered, and the dress flowed down to reach your feet like a cascading waterfall. It was sleeveless, and so you wore long, winding silver bracelets on each hand.

Your make was done almost professionally by Felix. He used a colour pallet of silvery white, not exaggerating your make up. He brushed your hair calmly and tied two strands of it in a braid, pull them back to make a sort of halo. Felix clipped butterflies into your hair and made you feel like a mythical creature stepping out from a fantasy novel. Narnia, maybe.

Jisung on the other hand, provided food, gossip and entertainment. You would never reveal this to him, but you found that very vital to the process of getting ready as well.

"You are so good at this," you gushed at Felix.

He looked at you calmly. "I have two sisters, and I'm the middle kid. As a consequence, I was often my older sister's model for all things fashion and my younger sister's personal stylist."

Jisung munched on a piece of cake which you had no idea was even there in your kitchen. He sat on a barstool and clapped when you came out and gave him a spin. His feet rocked back and forth while he cheered you on.

"See," he said to Felix pointedly. "I am a better wingman than you."

Felix looked immeasurably hurt. "Not as good as me though. You didn't even help me!"

"I did, didn't I?" Jisung looked at you with those boba eyes that you found extremely hard to resist.

In response, you ushered them both out of the house in order to not get pulled into conflict and be the cause of an unsatisfactory prom night. Plus, you wanted to get there early and check on the venue.

Well, that and also to (mostly), see Seungmin.

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You spotted him before he could see you.

Seungmin looked ethereal in his silver suit, his hair swept to the side and hands in his pockets as he engaged in easy conversation with one of the teachers.

He looked like a song you could listen to for the rest of your life until you were maddened by it but never turn it off. He looked like a painting that you could stare at as it dried, like a work of art you spend countless hours and dollars just to catch a glimpse.

And, he matched with you.

When you mentioned to him in passing that your prom dress was silver in colour, you hadn't actually expected him to wear something of a similar, much less the same colour. And yet he did, and you went down a spiral of feelings once again.

Seungmin's eyes must have found you because he sauntered over to you like a man with a purpose.

"You look beautiful," he whispered in awe, "But then again, you do everyday."

You blushed, hoping that the shitty lighting would hide it. "You look incredible yourself Seungmin," you said lightly, "And you somehow look good everyday, despite only running off of caffeine and spite.

Seungmin threw his head back an infectious laughter that had caused you to laugh as well. Someone called his name from the background in the middle of your laughter. Another louder, more insistent call of his name floated towards your general direction. Seungmin dipped his head in apology and walked away.

He had told you that you look beautiful. Not your dress, not your make up, not your hair. Not the meaningless, material attire that clung onto you like tinsel on a Christmas. But he said that you, you, look beautiful.

Seungmin wasn't looking you up and down when he said so, like men in the movies did. He didn't look like he was trying to memorize your body, memorize the dips and curves where he could place his hand and mold his being into yours.

No, he looked you in the eye when he said at, as if he didn't believe that it was the clothes that made you look beautiful. He looked you in the eye as if everything that made you, well, you was what made you so beautiful in his sight.

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You stood in a moment of peace, finally standing still since reaching the venue.

The moment you took a deep breath and closed your eyes, however, a guttural screech and the sound of howling teenage boys flooded your ears. Sighing in irritation, you opened one eye to asses the situation. Deciding that it warranted you opening the other eye as well, you walked over to the culprits and sternly told them off.

You probably jinxed any peace that would possibly be coming your way by stealing away those five minutes for yourself.

Bad karma, bad decisions.

Seungmin was watching the entire altercation with a faint smirk. He walked over to you and tapped you on the shoulder. You didn't know it was him, and were about to tell him off as well until his familiar scent reached you.

You glared at the gaggle of seniors who has no right to be called seniors and turned to Seungmin.

"May I please have this dance?" he asked with a smirk.

You raised an eyebrow at him and placed your hand in his. "The theme is Aphrodite's Garden, not 18th century Regency era Bridgerton," you quipped.

Seungmin was subject to torture at your hands, also known as, watching Bridgerton with you. He would never admit it, but you knew he liked it. In fact, he may have even enjoyed it more than you. Either that, or you were hallucinating him being on his Simone Ashley Twitter fan account.

Your arms went around his neck as Seungmin guided you to the dancefloor. "I can't really dance," you murmured, the close contact between you both making your head go haywire.

"Neither do I," he winked.

Seungmin's eyes bored into yours and you licked your lips self-consciously. Considering you incredible luck, the song was slow and sensual. Considering your incredible luck, less than twenty seconds into the song playing, a loud crashing sound was heard in the background.

You prayed to God to help salvage prom, and no, that god was not Taylor Swift.

"I'll handle it," Seungmin reassured you.

"I'm a big girl," you bristled, "I can handle it as well."

"I know you are," Seungmin mused, "But I also know you well enough to know that those heels are absolutely killing you right now."

You pressed your lips in a thin line. No matter your feelings for Kim Seungmin, you still hated when he was right. You flashed him the tiniest smile in a way of saying 'thank you', since you were too proud to actually do it. He took it in stride and went away to handle whatever it was that needed handling at the moment.

He left you alone with your thoughts if such situations weren't confined so momentarily and were instead something you could enjoy for eternity.

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You decided to step out of the venue for a bit, to finally clear you head. The atmosphere of prom buzzed with electricity and it wasn't the good, energetic kind; it was more of the kind that made your hair frizz.

You were standing, staring at the stars when you felt the air shift beside you. You knew who it was even without sparing a glance at them.

"The stars are beautiful tonight," you whispered to him.

"They are, but I have seen sights today that even rival them," Seungmin said. His voice was missing his trademark sass.

Your heart thumped incessantly as you asked, "Trying out cheesy pick up lines on me now, are we?"

Seungmin laughed, "Now would that be so bad?"

You both stood in silence. You bent down, opened your heels and set them to the side. You felt Seungmin looking at you, but you kept looking at the sky.

The sky, which was ever changing, yet reflected the same shades everyday. The sky, that served as a medium of rain and thunder, sunlight and rainbows. The sky, that was always there in you life, unwavering and never faltering.

Sky, which was coincidentally Seungmin's English name. It suited him.

"I really like the constellation of Orion," you told him with a sideways glance.

"I know. I remember."

"How? I mean, how do you remember all this?"

"I remember everything you tell me," Seungmin repeated, like he did all those months ago.

"Why?" you asked. You asked because you wanted to know, needed to know and repent your mistake of not asking earlier.

Seungmin turned to face you. His eyes held no glint of mischief, no edge accompanied by teasing. Instead, you felt locked in his gaze. It was the kind of intense stare that made you think that he was about to spill all his sins at your feet, right here, right now.

"I remember everything because it's you who says it. I used to remember because I wanted to beat you, be better than you. Then I started to remember as a habit, noticing the smallest quirks about you. Now I remember because I want to be there for you, to help you."

This wasn't happening. This wasn't real. But how much longer would you say that to yourself until you were imbibed with it?

"There is an ugly mix of feelings inside me regarding you, Y/N. They went initially from animosity, to something akin to friendship, to now, the desire for something with you that's more than just platonic."

He gulped. You swallowed. Silence.

"I am drawn to you, Y/N L/N. From the moment I have met you, it has felt like my life is irreversibly tangled with yours. I am propelled towards like it's pre-destined, and I always have. There are times where I feel like I cannot exist if you do not exist. And I'm tired of brushing these feelings aside, acting like they're non-existent."

"I like you, and not telling you has quite nearly driven me to the brink of insanity. It's alright, if you don't feel the same, but please don't walk away without an answer for me."

His gaze averted yours when he finally finished. You looked at him in awe, unable to express how you felt his brilliance radiate off him when he perfectly articulated all the feelings that restlessly capsized land in the empty spaces of your mind.

"For someone really smart, Kim," you breathed, "You are extremely stupid."

"You mean..." Seungmin's voice trailed off. Now it was his turn to look at you in awe.

"I have the feeling that you're trying not to kiss me, and I give you permission to just do it," you announced.

Seungmin gave you a wild smile before his lips swooped in to meet yours. They tasted like fruit punch and chocolate cake, like promises and forever.

You might have been imagining it, but for one cosmic moment, it felt like the stars were shining brighter than the usually did. Two binary stars had finally found each other, finally made their way into each other's orbits, never to stray again.

His lips left yours with a small gasp. "That was my first kiss," you mumbled sheepishly.

Seungmin fiddled with the flaps of his suit coat nervously. He started babbling, "Really? This was, I think, my third. Once at camp and once last year but that was just spin the bottle-"

You cut him off with a smirk. "Let's make it a fourth time, shall we?" and you promptly shut him up by placing your lips on his.

You weren't jealous of the other people Seungmin had kissed. God knows how awful this entire experience would have been if you both were going into it as novices. If anything, you were glad you were the third person he was kissing, because in that celestial moment, you made a vow.

You may not be the first person Seungmin had kissed, but you would make damn well sure to be the last.

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t - girl, it's the epilogue!

Seungmin yawned and wrapped his arm around your waist, practically caging you to the bed. He let out whine when you tried to get out of his grasp and just pulled you closer. You poked him in the side until he yelped.

"Kim Seungmin, you are not skipping work today. I know this display of affections is just so that I concede and let you stay home for cuddles," you told him sternly.

"But it worked last time. And the time before that. And the time before-"

"Well, it won't work this time," you announced with an air of finality.

If anything, being in a relationship with Seungmin only increased the penchant for banter you both had. You both rarely disagreed on things, but went back and forth for fun anyways. You knew your boundaries and never crossed them, but argued like cats and dogs nonetheless.

Well, you called it arguing. Seungmin called it flirting.

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You both finally pulled up at Seungmin's workplace and you snorted when you saw the building gates. Seungmin drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and looked at you with a smile that you gave back. It was his first day on the job as Principal.

It had been ten years since you stepped foot on the campus of Park Academy.

"The legacy of Principal Kims continues," you giggled, proud of yourself for making that joke.

"That's because Kims are superior," Seungmin declared.

"That is literally so offensive," you flicked him arm lightly.

Seungmin's eyes met yours and a familiar look in it made you outwardly dread and inwardly prepare to rebut whatever he was going to tell you.

"You shouldn't say that," he snickered, "Considering that you'll be an honorary Kim yourself soon."

Oh. Oh.

It would be a week until students started coming to campus, there classes yet to start. When Seungmin mentioned this to you, you asked if you could come along to see the campus once. The campus where you fell in love with him.

"You might be a hot shot CEO," Seungmin relentlessly teased, "But it's good to go back to your roots sometimes."

It was ironic how you called his mother more than he did.

Your feet subconsciously guided you to the library. You loved this library. It was the place where you spent some of the best moments of your life. This was where you slowly fell in love with Seungmin, uncovering him layer by layer until you could call him yours.

You felt a laugh bubble up your throat when you made your way to the Romantic Literature section. Seungmin gave you a poor attempt at a smile as he observed you. In fact, he looked extremely nervous, a sharp juxtaposition to the flirty demeanor of his just a few minutes ago.

You could count on one hand the amount of times you had seen Seungmin being nervous.

It must have been anxiety surrounding the promotion. You reached over to squeeze his hand and give him a reassuring pat. Once you were sure that he would be fine, you turned back to prodding at the books shelved on the wall as if they were part of some lab experiment.

Once you were satisfied, you turned to give Seungmin the signal to go, when you stumbled backwards at what was in front of you.

Seungmin stood down on one knee, a box in his hand, with the most beautiful ring you had ever seen inside it.

"What?" you asked, your voice shaky. Tears instantly began to spring up in your eyes.

This wasn't real. This wasn't happening. But it was. The man you had loved for a decade was here, in front of you, wordlessly asking to turn those ten years into the rest of a shared forever.

"I had a really dramatic speech planned," he rambled, "But I forgot since I'm kind of terrified and you do always tell me to speak from my heart so here goes nothing."

"I have probably mentioned this thousands of times, but I have felt a magnetic pull towards you since the moment I first interacted with you. I didn't know what it would turn into then, but I knew it was going to be something, and I have been eternally grateful that it was love."

"To put it simply: every single infinitesimal particle that makes me in hopelessly in love with every infinitesimal particle that makes you. I love you, so, so much. I have been yearning for a forever with you before I even knew it so; will you marry me?"

He stopped with a sniff and swiped the sleeve of his sweater across his eyes. "Shit, I wasn't supposed to cry."

It all came full circle, didn't it? Ten years ago, he asked you to prom. Ten years later, he offered you eternity.

You let out a laugh and threw yourself at him, peppering him with kisses. "And you said you didn't want to come to work today," you laughed in between your cuddle attack.

"So, this means yes?"

You face palmed. "This means yes, Seungmin. Yes, I will marry you. In every universe, I know that I will spend the rest of my life with you."

Seungmin gathered you in his arms and kissed you like he was burning and you were oxygen. Binary stars, burning and burning, bleeding into each other in every reality because, there could never be you without him, one without the other.

Ten years ago, you swore that you would be the last person Seungmin would ever kiss.

Ten years later, nobody could say that you weren't a woman of your word.

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MORE OF THE PINK CLOUDS SERIES IM BEGGING

Yall want it, yall got it. ILY guys. Spent all day typing this one out😩

ROUND TWO [Pink Clouds pt.5]

[Pt.1.] [Pt.2. ] [Pt.3.] [Pt.4]

Pairing: plug!Law x Fem!Reader

[Genre: ModernAU!, Romance, angst, NSFW, Luxury romance, Princess Treatment, Explicit themes.]

[Warnings: NSFW 18+, Violence, Weed use, infidelity themes, p in v sex, riding, oral sex, birthday sex [😉]Emotional tension, mentions of pregnancy🌚 this is a long one guys]

MINORS DNI

“Why the fuck is there a gun in your car?”

Law didn’t move. His expression didn’t shift. But something in the air changed.

“It’s just precaution” he said after a beat.

“Precaution? What the hell does that mean?” You sat up straighter, eyes wide now. “Do you use it?”

He looked away, jaw tense. “Only if I have to.”

“That’s not an answer.”

He sighed and ran a hand over his curls. “Baby, you know what I’m involved in. You knew when you got with me.”

“I knew you dealt” you said, voice shaking, “but this? You didn’t tell me you were out here carrying guns. You didn’t tell me it was this real.”

“It’s protection.”

“From what, Law? Who the hell are you protecting yourself from if you’re doing this ‘quiet’ like you said?”

His silence was loud.

You stared at him, mouth dry.

“Have you used it before?”

More silence.

Then,

“Yeah.”

It wasn’t said with pride. Or guilt. Just truth.

Your chest tightened. You felt suddenly small in that passenger seat.

“This isn’t the life I want” you whispered. “Not for you. Not for me.”

His eyes cut to yours.

“And you think I do? You think I want this forever? I carry that because I got too much to lose now. You. Us. I can’t have people thinking I’m soft just ’cause I fell in love.”

That stunned you.

He looked away, swallowing.

“You’re not in danger. I keep all this separate. But if someone tried something? I wouldn’t hesitate. I’d protect you. Every time.”

You didn’t speak for a long moment.

Finally, you whispered: “I don’t want to lose you to a bullet or a sentence.”

His hand found yours—squeezing tight.

“You won’t,” he said. “But if you need me to walk away from all that—for real—I will.”

You looked at him, eyes glassy.

“Promise?”

His thumb brushed over your knuckles.

“I promise, baby.”

You weren’t sure if you believed it yet. But in that moment, the honesty, the tension, the fear and love all braided together—it felt real.

—

You never asked him to stop.

You could’ve. You thought about it a hundred times—when he came home late with tense shoulders, or when his phone lit up with names you didn’t recognize. You saw the look in his eyes sometimes, quiet and calculating, like he was always five steps ahead of someone you couldn’t see.

But he always came home.

He never lied to you.

And most nights, he worshipped you like you were the only thing in his world untouched by all that dirt.

He spoiled you. Softened you. Let you see parts of him no one else got—his low chuckles when you teased him, the way he buried his face in your neck when he was overwhelmed, the late-night skin-on-skin talks where he’d run his fingers down your spine and confess things he couldn’t say in the daylight.

You never said it out loud, but you were scared.

Every time he left, that fear coiled low in your stomach. Not because you didn’t trust him—but because you knew what that life came with. And you loved him more than your pride wanted to admit.

So when your birthday came around, you didn’t expect much. You never did.

But Law had different plans.

He told you to pack a bag—just a weekend one. Didn’t say where. Just picked you up around sunset in his newly detailed car, eyes dark with something between lust and pride when he saw you step outside in that short, tight dress.

“Damn” he said, tongue grazing his teeth as he helped you in. “Birthday girl’s tryna kill me early.”

You smirked. “It’s my day, right?”

“It’s your world.”

The resort was just outside the city—private suite, balcony hot tub, candles lit like the place had been prepped by hand. And it had.

You barely had time to compliment the view before he was on you—spinning you around, lips on your neck, hands gripping the backs of your thighs.

“Didn’t even get to dinner yet” you teased.

“Dinner can wait” he muttered, voice already thick.

He lifted you with ease, laying you out on the bed like he’d dreamed about it all day. His mouth left heat wherever it touched—your collarbones, your stomach, the inside of your thighs.

“Let me take care of you tonight” he said, fingers already sliding under your panties, “just you. No stress. No outside shit.”

You nodded, breath hitching, your body already trembling from the way he touched you like you were breakable.

But his hands didn’t stay soft for long.

He had you moaning within minutes, head thrown back, his tongue deep between your thighs, working you slow until your legs shook against his shoulders. He didn’t stop until you were begging.

Then came the teasing—grinding his hips against yours without giving in, letting you feel just how hard he was while he whispered in your ear

“You gonna ride it for me, birthday girl?”

You nodded fast—real fast, already pulling his dick free, already aching to be filled. Licking a long stripe up his shaft before repositioning yourself in his lap. sank down on him slow, mouth falling open as you stretched around him, his hands gripping your hips tight.

You started to move—slow, deep rolls of your hips, using him just the way he loved watching you do. His hands slid up your waist to your tits, gripping, squeezing, his head tilted back with a groan.

“Just like that—fuck ‘ma” he said, voice low. “Take what you need.”

You rode him until your legs couldn’t take anymore—until you were panting, shaking, falling forward into his chest.

He didn’t mind.

Law flipped you with ease, taking over, thrusting into you deep and steady, each stroke hitting perfect, his hand gripping your thigh high, thumb rubbing circles on your clit.

You came again under him, gasping his name, and he followed with a grunt, burying himself deep, holding you close like he couldn’t bear to let go.

—

Later, you laid tangled in sheets, your head on his chest, heart still fluttering.

“You okay?” he asked softly, brushing hair from your face.

You nodded. “Better than okay.”

He hesitated. “I know you don’t like what I do. I know it scares you.”

You looked up at him. “I don’t need you to be someone else. Just… promise me you’ll be careful.”

His jaw flexed. “For you? Always.”

And just when you thought the night was done, he stood, walked to the closet—and came back with a tiny velvet box.

You blinked. “What is—?”

“Open it.”

Inside, a delicate diamond necklace. Thin, sparkling, with your initials twined into the center in gold.

Not a ring. But something close.

“I want people to know you’re mine” he said. “Even if I’m not ready to give you the last name yet.”

You smiled, heart aching with how full it was.

“You’re really trying to ruin every man for me, huh?”

He smirked, leaning down to kiss you again, slow and deep.

“That’s the plan.”

—

—

The week after your birthday trip, everything should’ve been golden.

You were still glowing — from the sex, the gifts, the way he made you feel like the only girl in the universe. You were wearing the necklace he gave you, his initials warm against your collarbone, curled up on the couch in one of his shirts, flipping through menus for takeout.

But Law had been pacing.

Phone in hand. Jaw tight. Chain swinging low over his chest with every slow turn.

You didn’t want to ask.

You knew that look too well.

Eventually, he stopped in front of the door and turned back toward you.

“Gotta step out real quick” he muttered, grabbing his jacket from the back of the couch.

Your heart dropped, just a little. “Right now?”

“Yeah. Shouldn’t be long.”

“Is it serious?”

He paused. Just for a beat.

“Nah. Just checking someone.”

You stared at him, lips parting to say don’t go—but you swallowed it. Nodded instead.

“Be careful” you said quietly.

His expression softened. He crossed back over, leaned down, kissed you deep—once, then again, like he didn’t want to leave either.

“Always am, mama. You know that.”

—

You tried not to spiral, but hours passed. No texts. No updates. It was supposed to be ten minutes.

You were going to tell him that night.

The test sat hidden in your purse, wrapped in a tissue, your fingers tracing the edge of the stick every five minutes like it would change. Two pink lines.

You were pregnant. Nothing official besides the clearblue test you took.

Your heart had been racing all day—caught between excitement and dread. You weren’t ready. He wasn’t ready. But still… it was his. Yours.

And somehow, deep down, that made it feel okay.

He said he’d be back before midnight. “Just a drop-off” he told you. “Ten minutes, tops.” So why was he late?

So you waited.

And waited.

And when your phone rang at 12:47AM, it wasn’t his name on the screen. It was Kilo’s. One of his guys. Voice tight. Shaky.

“Yo. It’s bad. We at County.”

[PART 6 HERE]

[heartz4levi]

Llord my yume for Till is sso strongnn…. Can you perhaps make modern au rockstar Till x fem reader headcanons.. I’ve been thinking about him lately… If you’d like it can also be suggestive ><

well, my boyfriend's in a band !

☆ thinking abt rockstar till . . .

☆ till (alnst) ,, fem reader . . modern au ,, anon ily /p but i'm so sorry these are NAWT headcannons i got carried away lmao.. ,, purely sfw, if anyone wants more rockstar bf till i have a nsfw scenario in mind, just say the word and i'll write it ,, reader is hinted at to be introverted, a liiitle bit tipsy and vv determined to make till hers (not in the possessive way tho she just wants him).

you wonder how your life would have been if you didn't go to that one bar downtown with your friends on a saturday night.

if you would have stayed home or chose to go to a different establishment, you wouldn't be here. you wouldn't be feeling till's silky strands of hair under the pads of your fingers, his breathing regulated in his state of slumber while the sound of raindrops pattering onto your windows slowly lull you into a similar state.

getting to perform at that bar was a milestone for the little band of misfits till is in, at the time. it was a much deeper, sentimental milestone on his part, because in that place he met you.

the rest of your friends were enjoying their drinks, chatting and filling eachother in on the newest events that occured in their personal lives. you weren't excluded, of course not, but at one point you were starting to feel a little bit drained. maybe it was the drinks you downed making a few changes in your system, maybe it's your social battery running low due to the constant socializing.

regardless, it has your mind scrambling to redirect your attention to something else, anything that'll calm you down at least a little bit and prevent you from becoming too overstimulated. the search ends when the voices of all your friends begin to be tuned out, making way for the music that sets the mood in the bar. the tune isn't hyperactive and bass—centered, like the kind you'd hear at a club. but it's not slow and sensual, either.

it piques your interest. you turn your head towards the stage, eyes landing on the live band. you can count four members, despite how far away the stage is from where you're seated — two blondes, one noticeably taller member with jet black hair, and another member with shaggy grey hair who really seems to be giving this performance his all. maybe he's the lead guitarist, you muse to yourself, that sounds about right.

his voice is nice too. he looks a little tense, despite how much he seems to be enjoying himself. odd. maybe that's just what his face looks like, though?

amidst all the eyes on him, till finds himself inexplicably magnetized towards your gaze the moment he feels it boring into him. he isn't one to look at the audience and interact with him much, it makes him nervous. also, he's just here to perform some songs with his band members, that's it. he won't cater to the unnecessary needs of a bunch of people who he will probably never see again.

but the way you look at him? it's hypnotizing. you're sitting at a fully seated table, a handful of what he could only assume are friends around you, and yet you're looking at him. not seeming to enjoy partaking in any conversations anymore.

after staring at till for what he considers to be an endless amount of time, you finally come to the conclusion that he's cute. you never considered rockstars to be your type, but this guy stands out, at least in your opinion. sure, his band members might be cool too, but your sights have been set on him. no one else.

an unexpected surge of determination runs through you. what are the chances that this band is even from here, that you'll come across any of them again at one point in your life? what's the worst that could happen if you decide to be bold and make the first move? there's enough alcohol in your system to give you plenty of courage, anyway. but not enough to get you drunk and rid you of the dreaded feeling called 'embarrassment'.

your friends try to pitch new conversations with you, but all of your responses are short and blunt. you don't even look at them, far too focused on the band, waiting for the moment their last song will end, waiting for the opportunity of pouncing to make itself known to you.

you feel as though a bucket of cold ice water had been dropped on you when each individual member begins to walk off the stage, some briefly interacting with the people that give them a round of applause, some — cough cough, till — not.

not bothering to excuse yourself to your friends, you stand up, eyes frantically scanning the establishment in hopes of spotting till. maybe some higher power is on your side tonight, because lo and behold, after a bit of searching you find him. alone. ordering himself a drink.

it's now or never.

you have never flirted enough with people to know exactly how good you are at it, but apparently your skills are refined enough to get you a rockstar boyfriend. getting a guy like till to willingly hand over his number even though you only know eachother's names after a very short conversation is quite the feat, no?

it's been an entire year since you and till started dating. you hit it off from the start and made it official shortly after. till's band has grown in popularity, they started gaining more fans and have been performing at better locations. you've tagged along to nearly every performance ever since, gaze focused solely on till in the same manner as that first night.

you got to meet his band members too, who are a surprisingly pleasant bunch to be around. not to mention, their reactions when till introduced you to them as his girlfriend were priceless. he got a girlfriend? no less, a really cute one? well, good for him! they're actually very supportive.

till is a good boyfriend. no, good is an understatement. he's just right for you. he has his flaws, like every other human roaming the face of this earth, but he's also sweet, looks out for you, and vice versa.

a content smile settles onto your features as your eyes begin to close, feeling at ease with all of those precious memories flooding your mind, with till sleeping soundly in your arms, knowing that he'll still be there in the morning.

[eds6ngel]

NERDY GIRL (book lover, does well in school, loves to study) DATING EDDIE MUNSON. BOTH LOSING THEIR VIRGINITIES TO EACH OTHER. THANKS, BETH, ILY :33

not so shy now, are we?

eddie munson x afab!fem!reader.

summary: after borrowing a copy of 'jaws' from hawkins library, you are shocked to find the explicit material written across the pages. however, your body reacts in a different way than you intended, which doesn't go unnoticed by eddie...

warnings: HEAVY SMUT!! fem!reader. afab!reader. queer!reader. switch!eddie & switch!reader (they are both dom and sub at different times.) unprotected p in v (r is on birth control.) fingering. A LOT OF DIRTY TALK. mentions of dildos, straps & silicone bodies. mentions of porn. pet names (sweetheart, my love, honey, baby.) swearing. established relationship. one mention of religion/god. some fluff & comfort at the end [2.9k].

a/n: thank you for requesting, my love! i kind of went off on this (i was feeling kinky today :')) so i hope you don't mind that!! we stan kinky virgins in this house and they deserve some love. so, low and behold, kinky eddie and reader ♡

You and Eddie were sat top-to-tail on his bed, lying beside each other as you read away.

Your knees were tucked up to your chest, your borrowed copy of Jaws from Hawkins Library laying in your lap.

Eddie, on the other hand, was sprawled out like a cat, his copy of Fellowship of the Ring held high above his head, the boy squinting to read the words.

You had urged him to get his eyes tested, even offered to pay for the appointment due to the Munson’s financial insecurity, but he wholeheartedly refused, claiming it would “ruin his look.”

You tried your best to convince him it would just make him look sexier, but he brushed you off with a “Thanks, sweetheart” and carried on with his far-sightedness.

You had seen Jaws when it had first come out in theatres over ten years ago, your seven-year-old mind blown away by its visuals and story.

So, when you picked up the book, you expected the story to be pretty much the same, more focused on the descriptive writing than any major plot differences.

But, as you came to a certain scene, your mind started to race.

“Hooper's teeth were clenched, and he ground them the way people do during sleep. From his voice there came a gurgling whine, whose tone rose higher and higher with each frenzied thrust.”

You and Eddie hadn’t gone any further than humping. It never ended in anything, just something to satisfy yourselves whilst you made out.

You quickly looked over at your boyfriend, his attention deeply focused in on his favourite book.

Raising the book from your lap, you hid your face behind it, softly biting your lip as your eyes scanned the following two sentences.

“Even after his obvious, violent climax, Hooper's countenance had not changed. His teeth were still clenched, his eyes still fixed on the wall, and he continued to pump madly.”

However, despite your best efforts to cover your face, Eddie had already felt the bedsheet moving against his legs. Looking away from his own novel, he takes note of the way your thighs squeezed together, the content of the pages in your respective hand obviously causing a stir in a certain region of your body.

A sudden smirk appears on his face as he thinks of an idea, beginning with a simple gesture to capture your attention. He takes his sock-covered foot and rubs it against your bare one.

The feeling of the fabric against your skin makes you jolt, almost snapping the book shut as you peer over the top of it to see your boyfriend’s face.

“How’s the book, sweetheart?”

You gulped, forcing a smile on your face and nodding furiously as you replied, “Yeah! Yeah… Um, really good! It’s, um… really good, yeah…”

You notice the way he folds the corner of his page, placing the book on his nightstand and crawling up the bed to sit beside you. Out of instinct, you hold the book close to your chest, your mind unable to close it fully due to the urge to continue reading the steamy scene.

He lets out an exaggerated yawn and casually drapes his arm behind your back. “I’m bored of my own book. Read some of yours to me. I’m interested.”

Bored of Fellowship? That couldn’t be right. He was up to something here.

“Um… I’d rather not!” you squeak out, trying to conceal the dirty words on the page in front of you, “I just… don’t feel like reading aloud today.”

He nods understandably, however, that same glint remained lurking in his orbs. “I understand, baby.”

However, so distracted by the beauty of your man, he delicately removes the book from your hands. The action was so incredibly light, Eddie placing it in his right hand whilst his left rested on top of your knee, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Okay, let’s see here… What beautiful words grace this adaptation of a truly wonderful film?”

You throat closes up as you are reminded of what you just read a mere few minutes ago. It was currently summer in Indiana, so the freeness of your skirt allowed you to feel how wet you already were beneath your panties.

“Hooper's teeth were clenched, and he ground them the way people do during sleep. From his voice there came a gurgling whine, whose tone rose higher and higher with each frenzied thrust,” Eddie spoke, his tone becoming deeper and more sultry, his hand slowly travelling up your inner thigh.

The words sounded sexy enough coming from your own inner voice, but with Eddie’s? You didn’t know how long you were able to contain yourself.

“Even after his obvious, violent climax, Hooper's countenance had not changed. His teeth were still clenched, his eyes still fixed on the wall, and he continued to pump madly,” he continued, his hand now reaching over your panties, feeling the wetness leaking through.

He chuckles seductively, “Didn’t know Jaws was this explicit sweetheart, but it seems like you were enjoying it regardless.”

God, for a virgin, he already knew how to push your buttons, somehow finding your clit through the fabric and rubbing delicate circles around it.

“Eddie… please,” you whine out, mouth slightly parted as you look at him with pleading eyes. He switches hands, placing the book upside down beside his own and using his right to continue focusing on your bud.

He cups your cheek with his left hand, turning you on your side as he kisses you softly, gentle moans releasing from your lips as he ever so slowly pleasures you.

You can feel him leave your clit, moving his hand upward before stopping at the band of your panties.

“This okay, baby?” he mutters in between kisses, to which you break away to softly reply, “Very okay.”

Your lips connect once more, your hand cupping his cheek as he delves beneath the restriction of your underwear. Inside his own mind, Eddie was floating. He couldn’t believe this was finally happening, and that oddly, he was exemplifying so much confidence.

He relished in the adoration of how wet you were. He doubted that it was merely the underwear that underestimated the amount, you had gotten wetter since he began pleasuring you. You were wet for him.

“Holy shit, baby,” he groans, looking down to see where his hand was buried beneath the fabric of your simple, black panties. His fingers were soaked, travelling lower until they reached your tiny, little hole.

Your face was buried into his neck, nodding frantically as you lifted your leg up higher, giving him access. He felt your head move against the side of his face, his cheek leant against it as he slowly sank one finger inside of you.

The stretch felt so fucking good. The coolness of his ring could be felt against the entrance of your pussy, the tip of his finger softly rubbing against the spongy spot at the back.

He could feel your hot breath against his neck, small whimpers escaping your lips as you simply whispered “More, please. Need more…”

He knew exactly what you meant, but didn’t want to break you. You were tiny, and he would punish himself forever if you even felt an ounce of pain caused by him.

“Don’t want to hurt you, sweetheart,” he whispers into your ear, his breath coming out in pants.

“You won’t, my love. Please… Just… I need you so bad.”

And how could he deny that begging? He was one step away from floating to heaven. And if he was being honest, he would happily die this way if it meant you moaning away in his ear.

So, without hesitation, he pulled his finger out, and entered again with two, pushing deep into your pussy.

The stretch was beautifully delicious, the burn being extremely pleasurable as he attacked that spongy spot once again.

He was being delicate, you could recognise that easily. But, that wasn’t something you wanted. What your boyfriend didn’t know is that you were kinky as hell. And the rougher he did it, the more satisfied you would be.

But, Eddie wasn’t all that innocent either. His trips to Family Video were strategically planned so that Robin was on shift, knowing that it was a lot easier (but not completely devoid of awkwardness) if he got his hardcore porn whilst she was working the front counter, rather than someone like Steve Harrington.

“Harder. Please, Eddie, please!” you sobbed into his shoulder. With how full you were, it was almost painful with his slow pace. All you wanted was for him to drive into you with force.

With your cries of frustration, the inner dominance of him struck out, him gritting his teeth and biting on your earlobe, “Yeah, you want it fuckin’ rough, sweetheart?”

“Want nothing more, baby. Please give it to me.”

And with that, he began pumping his fingers in and out of you at lightning speed. With each thrust, the palm of his hand smacked perfectly against your clit, increasing the amount of pleasure you felt.

You were able to give him hickeys on his shoulder purely by biting down whenever he hit particularly hard. Each pull of his skin lended itself with a harsh hiss from between his teeth.

“Is this what you imagined when you were reading that book, baby, huh? Thought about my fingers pumping into you like that?”

Oh god, he was a dirty talker too. You nodded frantically, almost screaming when he stopped pumping, pushing his fingers as deep as they would go and shaking them up and down. The sloshing sounds coming from your pussy made you both moan in unison.

“Holy shit,” he whispers, before continuing to blabber, “Course you did. You think about me often, don’t you, sweetheart? Think about me when you’re alone at night, filling yourself with those sweet toys you have underneath your bed.”

You honestly didn’t even know he knew about them. But, it was hot nonetheless. Knowing that he knew about the nine-inch dildo sent shivers down your spine. God, what if he even saw the strap? The bottom half of a silicone body that you practiced fucking into?

“Always think about you, Eddie. Wanna be fucked by you so bad.”

“Jesus fucking Christ, baby,” he moans into your ear, “Think about you too, you know. Never cum so much until I thought about you bouncing on my cock.”

You let out a harsh whine as you felt yourself teetering close to the edge, but Eddie says it before you, “I know you’re about to cum, baby. You gonna cum for me?”

“Gonna cum so hard for you, Eds.”

He can feel you getting tighter and tighter, struggling to move his fingers inside of you, “Then show me, baby. Let go for me.”

And with that cooing, you let out a silent scream, followed by a loud moan as your legs shook violently, tightening around Eddie’s arm, locking him in place as he slowly pumped his fingers, coaxing your orgasm out of you.

“So good for me, baby. So fucking good.”

As you came down from your high, you placed delicate kisses over the marks you had made on his shoulder, Eddie slowly pulling his fingers from you.

But, you gently lifted his hand to your mouth, taking both digits and sucking them clean, exaggeratedly moaning over them and rolling your eyes back on purpose. You felt the strain of his jeans against your thigh ages ago, you were deliberately trying to wind him up.

“Fuckin’ hell, honey. Why didn’t we do that sooner?”

You giggle, biting your lip as you breathe out, “Didn’t know you were as kinky as me.”

“That day I didn’t come into school because I was ‘sick’ was because I came four times after seeing your sex toys the night before. I couldn’t walk all day.”

“Oh my God,” you breathlessly laugh into his shoulder. “Well…” you begin to place soft kisses on his jaw, “I could make that fantasy of yours become a reality if you’d like.”

Eddie felt his dick kick against his jeans. Looks like his body was giving him an answer before he got his head straight.

“Please, baby” he practically whines, “But, don’t expect it to be as sexy as it was a second ago. I doubt I’m going to last longer than a couple minutes.”

“Don’t care,” you say, beginning to un-do his belt buckle, pushing him down onto the mattress softly, “Just need to feel you fill me up.”

Eddie moaned at your dirty words, but had to make sure of something before you started. “Birth control, right?”

“Yeah. On the pill,” you reply, capturing his lips in your own.

Thank God. He could not be dealing with a mini Munson just yet.

You slowly remove his jeans and boxers, tossing them across the room as his cock smacks against his stomach. He was delicious. Had to be around six inches long, girth about the same, curved slightly to the right. He was going to fit amazingly inside of you, you just knew it.

You positioned yourself on top of him, grabbing the base of his cock and rubbing him against your wetness, remembering that practicality was still needed, even if you just wanted to fuck yourself stupid.

You look up at him, checking he was okay, “Ready?”

He nodded, “Always for you, baby.”

And so you began, sinking down onto his beautiful cock, Eddie letting out a choked moan beneath you. If a God truly did exist, you would definitely be thanking him for creating this gorgeous specimen falling apart in front of you.

You leant down, whispering and panting in his ear, “Tell me when to move, baby.”

Eddie grabbed onto your waist, preparing himself for what’s to come, “Move, sweetheart. Jesus Christ.”

And so you did, beginning to slowly lift yourself up, before slamming back down onto his cock. Both of you let out deep groans in sync, you immediately picking your pace up, struggling to contain yourself.

The wet sounds of skin slapping against skin echoed throughout the room, combined with your whines and Eddie’s deep moans. You pressed down on his chest, using it as leverage to increase your deepness.

Not realising your eyes had been closed the entire time, you slowly opened them, seeing Eddie’s mouth in the perfect ‘O’ and his bangs sticking to his forehead, his eyes closed in delight.

“Open your eyes for me, baby. Need to see your pretty eyes.”

He opens his eyes, almost instantly looking down to where your bodies connected.

“Better than you imagined, huh?” you taunted, your dominance seeping out, “Your cock wasn’t ready for how good this would be, was it baby?”

He shakes his head, completely submitting to you, “Never, baby. Feels so fucking good. Feels like I’m fucking dreaming.”

You try to thrust as hard as you can, assuring him that he wasn’t dreaming at all. That this was all very much real. That his first time was this rough. That his girlfriend was kinky as shit.

Suddenly, you feel his cock begin to twitch inside of you. You mockingly laugh at him, “Your poor baby says otherwise, honey. Think he wants to cum. Am I right in thinking that? He wants to fill me up?”

God, something about you referring to his cock in the third person was about to send him spiralling over the edge. He could barely form words, too pussy-drunk to be able to speak. “Y-Yeah. Gonna cum.”

“I can tell, baby,” you say, leaning forward and whispering into his ear, “Cum in me, please. Really need you to fill me up.”

And with a supported groan, his warm cum splashed against your inner walls, sticking to you as he twitched and moaned.

“Good boy. Good fucking boy,” you whispered as he came down from his high, his dick becoming soft inside of you.

As you lifted yourself off of him, his cum began leaking out of you, the both of you marvelling at the sight.

“Holy shit,” Eddie sighs out happily, watching it drip into a pile just above his cock, gently caressing your hip.

“We just did that,” you giggle, grinning happily as you collapse onto Eddie’s chest, kissing him silly, smiling against his lips.

“That was… something else.”

“Better than you expected?” you ask, a sudden shyness washing over you, almost a hint of self-consciousness, afraid you took things too far.

“Never dreamed it could be that good in a million years,” he sighs. “Sorry I didn’t last long.”

She grabs his wrist, looking at the object encompassing his wrist, “Seven minutes isn’t bad at all for a first timer!”

Eddie began chuckling, “You looked at my watch before we started?”

You hide into his shoulder, “Wanted to see how well you would do.”

He places a soft kiss on your forehead and laughs, “You nerd. I love you so much.”

You smile softly, a soft blush spreading across your cheeks, “I love you too, baby.”

And with the both of you tired out from your day’s events, you fall asleep peacefully wrapped in each other’s arms, knowing that if there’s one place you’d both like to be for the rest of your lives, it would be here.

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[ilysungho]

you did THE BEST writing the sub leehan drabble and i can't stop thinking about how ihan would be if he suddenly found out he had mommy kink...

as if you were touching him after he has been needing you all afternoon since he couldn't see you and as a result of the pleasure, out of nowhere he is calling you mommy and whining like a baby pleading for more

I think that even he would be surprised by what he says but he couldn't stop begging OH GOD IT DRIVES ME CRAZY RNNN I NEED IT

If you can do something like that I would really appreciate it 🥲🥲

pd: I really love your work, you are one of my favorite writers ily😭😭♡

a/n: you’re so sweet thank you so much for loving my work, it makes me so happy to hear that 🥹 honestly i’ve been warming up to mommy kinks (just jaehyun and taesan so far) so i tried… also this might've turned out to be way longer than intended so enjoy cutie 💗 wc: 1k contains: sub!leehan x dom!reader, implied switch!leehan, mommy kink leehan, marking, handjob, riding, penetration (p in v), unprotected sex (don't!), creampie, lowercase intended

almost a month passed by without seeing your boyfriend around. practice ran late into the night, leehan just staying at the dorms for the time being. he had to be up early, barely getting any sleep, and had no time to talk to you. so when he was able to finally finish with performances, of course he clung to you like a baby koala.

you played with his hair while softly kissing the top of his head, leehan nuzzling into you under your touch. questions and answers about how life had been got exchanged, with him closing his eyes at your voice. he found comfort in the warmth of your tone, one that he missed the sound of so dearly. and as he started to feel sleepy, his answers eventually turned into mumbles of soft hmm-s and mhm-s.

at the lack of responses, you stopped practically interrogating him, instead resorting to kissing his face. your lips touched every part of him so softly as you faced him to show your love. he smiled his signature smile, the one where his eyes scrunch into crescents, resembling the moon in a beautiful night sky. as much as he loved to make you feel special, he loved to be taken care of. so he let you do as you wanted, to help him fill up on the love he'd been deprived of.

the kisses never stopped, trailing down to his jawline as your hands reached behind his back to rub it gently. he could feel every touch to his core, slowly but surely starting to get needy for you. it was when you kissed down his neck onto his sweet spot that he said it: “mommy…”

his voice was quiet by firm, but you let go of your position to stare at him. “what did you say?”

the sudden change in the atmosphere had the two of you confused but also… excited. he was never one to call you by said term, but at the moment it felt so right. but if you didn’t like it, then he just might’ve ruined the mood…

“n-nothing, don’t worry.” his embarrassed face came on as he tried to deny in, but you took his hand to intertwine your fingers. leaning down to kiss that spot once again, you muttered, “‘s ok, say whatever you wanna.”

the indirect acceptance of the new nickname had him going. to describe it, he felt like it was the only right term to use at the moment, and he surprisingly liked how it sounded out of his mouth. but you did have to get used to it, and what better way than to have him call you so for now?

your kissing turned into marking, leaving pink hues on the pale canvas. the tug of your teeth on his sensitive skin made him whimper, scared to call you by the name again. you kept going though, wanting to hear him call you so, sucking a bit harder to leave deeper reds.

“take your shirt off baby.” you got up to take your own shirt off, him following suit. he bit his lips as you pushed him back down on the bed, going back to marking his now revealed chest. your free hand moved up to his nipples, touching over them and causing him to gasp.

you looked up at him as your lips reached down to the other nipple, kissing around it. he nervously returned the eye contact, scared for what will happen next. your mouth wrapped around it now, licking and sucking on the new territory. this had leehan squirming under you, the sensitivity hitting him at once as he moaned out once again.

“mommy…” you smirked against his chest as you played with his nipples, something he’d always do when the roles were reversed. your continued attention on his sensitive buds had him whining under you until you let go, sitting up beside him.

“come put your head here, my good boy.” leehan gasped at the nickname as he watched you pat on your lap, inching closer to obey your order. he nervously watched as you raised an eyebrow and pushed down the bra cups to show your boobs, slightly leaning down for him. “now suck.”

his tongue immediately wrapped around your nipple, hands flying to engulf you in a hug. your one hand stayed on leehan’s hair to stroke it as your other removed the rest of his clothes for him. lying naked while sucking your boobs, your leehan looked really cute while being all desperate for you. you hummed out praises for him continuously while also stroking his dick now. and every now and then, leehan would let go to let out the softest yet most exasperated sighs accompanied by calling you mommy.

“you’re being such a good boy for mommy, hanie.” smiling down at him, he hid his face between your chest while nodding, blushing at how you called yourself so. your thumb slid across his slit, hissing following suit. fingers tangled in his blond locks as you slowly rubbed him, his throat now leaving moans of desperation freely. your boyfriend jerked against your hand as he sucked your nipples once again. all the shame and shyness left his body at this point, not caring what he did or said. and all he needed was you to take control.

"mommy please, i need more..." he moaned softly while continuing his actions. a hum followed, with you moving him to get up and on top of him. your sweet smile accompanied by your not-so-sweet actions made leehan squirm under you as you held onto his dick. the slick between the two of you formed quite enough to help him ease into you, causing both lovers to gasp in unison. you moved slowly at first, bottoming out every time before getting back up and going down on him once again.

leehan whimpered as he caught onto your hand, the pleasure getting to his emotions as his eyes teared up. any and every kind of sound erupted from his chest, louder than the previous as he begged you for more. he let out hymns of "faster please mommy," "please, harder mommy, please," "mommy please," "mommy, mommy, mommy!" until he came undone in you, his seed spilling out as you kept riding his pretty cock, which is just for his mommy.