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baekhvuns · 1 year

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I hope we get some updates from Kai soon, I heard SM requested not to send him letters? And I hope he will be able to rest and regenerate, but social work is so weird, because he's literally home and kinda free, but can't participate in the cb... such a strange arrangement. At least when you're actually in the military you're away. Armchairs saying shit like "oh, he thought the BTS law applies to him?" stfu, cunts for real. But thank you Kim Kai for serving so hard with Rover, the world will remember!

Nope I'm back in Seoul, I'm staying here then going to HK for a moment, idk when I will be back in London and tbh I'm not looking forward to it 😬

AHHHHHHH I SAW SHINEEEEEE TWICE AND ON DAY 2 MINKEY CAME TO MY SIDE AND THEY WERE LITERALLY NEXT TO ME, MINHO TOUCHED MY HAND! AND HE HUGGED SOMEONE TOO. They performed one of their new songs, summer bop me thinks! And DCM DANCE PRACTICE AFTER 1000 YEARS WOW

Omg I hate when the questionable webtoons get adaptations (yes, True Beauty I'm talking about you) idk why they're so popular... maybe a good cast can somehow save it

Can I be a hater again and say that Seonghwa in grills looks so silly, like I'm sorry but asjjsjshahshsdjsjsbs y'all stay safe screaming, shaking and throwing up, but I legit yelled JUMPSCARE when he appeared 😭 guess no matter how down bad for him I am, I still have my limits. He has a villainous face, but he's not a gangster YOU WON'T FOOL ME. Grills make sense on rappers, but otherwise I really dislike them... A biker jacket and grills, oh he really thinks he's a Neo 😬 face card didn't decline ofc he looked hot, just let's keep the mouth closed, amen 🙏🏻 Why can't they do more for the promo pics and why can't they post more photos....

I'd say so far the MG x HJ song sounds the most interesting, overall the songs don't necessarily stand out. And look I like noise and fun, ass shakers are okay, but I need more versatility y'know... They haven't really got me in the trenches music-wise since Deja Vu :/ that was the last song that was an instant hit for me since the teaser dropped. Yep can't believe I'm saying this, bc as much as I like the lore and used to be sooooooo into it, it is kinda limiting at this point

GODDDD LOOK AT THIS MODEL https://twitter.com/ATEEZofficial/status/1661964508825518081?t=MXO020zlvR_OTmI30opndQ&s=19 he's literally wearing YSL sandals (Ten wore the same ones...) so what's stopping them from inviting him to their events I'M SO SICK AND TIRED 💀💀💀💀 and the glasses too?! https://twitter.com/8teez_world/status/1662472208978006018?t=NB54XML0PEs9oD2mTR6c1A&s=19 I don't even like YSL much, cause they've been designing the same shit for years, but I'll get him that sponsorship!!!

Donatella followed SKZ, oh Hyunjin is definitely getting that Versace bag!!! Put him on the runaway too 👀 I just need to free Felix from LV and get him a more interesting deal

Yes I am taller than Ten, he wore heels but so did I, so nice try boy. Unfortunately did not manhandle him, BUT I did shoot my shot and said hi also told him he looked great and he responded, so we're best friends now <3 so Black Opium is quite strong, I like strong perfume for fall and winter or evenings

Uhhhhm Krystal at Cannes, meanwhile https://www.koreaboo.com/news/former-girls-generation-member-jessica-jung-blanc-eclare-evicted-not-paying-rent/ I heard she's doing well in China though, she's on the 2nd season of Great Dance Crew too, but everything about her business endeavours has been questionable

I'M SEEING TAEYONG FINALLY. God I really thought I'd have to sit through an NCT 127 gig just to see him, so bless his upcoming album!

Lmao the Bangpink wattpad writers from 2017 are living right now, Taennie, Taelisa content 👀👀👀👀 this is all very amusing to me, especially Army x Blink meltdowns

WHAT'S UP WITH WAYV LATELY I LOVE THE ENERGY https://twitter.com/smoldejuns/status/1662701927975784448?t=4foUSfDlZxI73Nu_F0nB0Q&s=19 between this and Yuta saying being in NCT is difficult jshshajsgwhwhhw 😭😭😭😭 these men are so done. Sungtaro in a new group that isn't NCT??? Who thought of this...

London is what? Idk I can't see bestie, London who??? 🙈🙉🙊

Omg I hope the weather gets mor stable for you! The weather in SK is kinda crazy as well and I already miss Thai weather, even though the climate can be difficult

What...https://twitter.com/nobodylikehwa/status/1662466812703809537?t=wYQ_CoJ7_BTupZSKPusBzg&s=19 he's gonna crash after 3 minutes, but ok

We ghostwrote this https://twitter.com/Kpopmap/status/1662352938721787906?t=yp2SDRk8Vek5Fqzzubdh0A&s=19

Fifty Fifty in Barbie? https://twitter.com/kchartsmaster/status/1661720962511822851?t=xIx3N6RGa8GQLRouGhTorw&s=19 didn't expect that - DV 💖

hello!!!

i hope so too!!! got some new ysl beauty commercials form him in his blond era 😭😭 cried a little ngl,,, and it’s only been a few days….we gotta wait till 2025 oh my god- i am PISSED ALL OVER AGAIN THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE THE YEAR OHHHHH LORD, nO LITERALLY LIKE HOW ARE THEY GONNA DO THEIR COMEBACK WITHOUT THE FACE OF THE GROUP??? he’s free at him bring him back to the studio 😭😭

bts law this bts law that i AM TIRED, like doesn’t mx have the same one??? NO BC ROVER, IM ROVERING EVERY DAY HE SERVED SO HARD THAT THEY CALLED HIM IN THE BARRACKS TO RESERVE 😭😭😭😭

Nope I'm back in Seoul, I'm staying here then going to HK for a moment, idk when I will be back in London and tbh I'm not looking forward to it 😬 //// AHHHHHHH I SAW SHINEEEEEE TWICE AND ON DAY 2 MINKEY CAME TO MY SIDE AND THEY WERE LITERALLY NEXT TO ME, MINHO TOUCHED MY HAND! AND HE HUGGED SOMEONE TOO. They performed one of their new songs, summer bop me thinks! And DCM DANCE PRACTICE AFTER 1000 YEARS WOW

AAAHHHHH BACK IN SEOUL,, no bc imagine going back to london and seeing all the grey loomy depressive skies <//3 FHWMDHKWBDWKDWK U SAW SHINEE??? TWICEE???? SCREAMS SCREAMS!!!! HE TOUCHED UR HAND??? HOW WAS IT PDF ME EVERYTHING,, FUCK HOW DID THE SONG SOUND LIKE???? OH MY GOD U GOT TO HEAR IT??? TELL ME THE VIBES THE VOCALS PLS WHAT GENRE IS IT 😭😭😭😭

Omg I hate when the questionable webtoons get adaptations (yes, True Beauty I'm talking about you) idk why they're so popular... maybe a good cast can somehow save it

no literally i keep seeing more edits of try beauty and it rly, rly makes me question like how tf u gonna chose suho over seojun???? like what???? hopefully a good cast will bc that webtoon is hideous,,, a dupe of the better version,, but im vv excited for yoona & junho’s new show!! sounds like a business proposal type hehe

LMFAOOOO NOT JUMPSCARE 😭😭😭 UR RIGHT HE HAS A VILLIAN FACE NOT A GANGSTER,, THAT OPEN MIGHT THING BRO IN HIS WANNABE GANGSTER ERA and if he throws up the gang signs iM SCREAMING RHWKDDKQL grills on mingi juseyo 🤲🏻🤲🏻 seonghwa in the new neo tokyo group fbkwdhkd he’s gonna resonate isn’t he 😭😭 LETS KEEP THAT MOUTH CLOSED LMFAOOOOOOO FJQJFHWKDHWK

right!! their rap sounds pretty solid im vv excited and then it transitioned into vocals and 🫠🫠, no ur right ass shakers are good but let’s revamp a little <3 for funsies <3 pls <3 yeah! i also used to enjoy it so much but it’s like every little thing is a lore atp, i just want to scream to music idc who’s lost in a desert and who’s time travelling, NEED GOOD MUSIC!!! but the promo of it is so funny like wdym ur selling chillies 😭😭 the album looks pretty but def not gonna get it this time not very into it atm!!

THE DOGS ARE OUT FOR FREE?????? HDKQDKWDHWK HE’S DOING EVERYTHING FOR THAT YSL AMBASSADORSHIP AND ITS TIME WE MAKE EDITS AND TREND HIM AND DM THEM!!! A LITTLE DELULU BUT WE’VE LEARNT THIS FROM ASKING FENTY TO DM KAI,, WE GOTTA ATP! ysl just be the colour black,,, one thing if he gets to be the ambassador he’s just gonna be wearing black and white for everything 😭😭 also YUNHO as a ralph lauren guy??? esp in this collection??? need him to sign up!!!!!

Donatella followed SKZ, oh Hyunjin is definitely getting that Versace bag!!! Put him on the runaway too 👀 I just need to free Felix from LV and get him a more interesting deal

NEED A ARCHIVAL VERSACE GIANNI VERSION ON HYUNJIN!!!!! put him on that runway he’d slay omg,,, felix to ysl??? he has that look ngl or like alexander mcqueen mhm

ur really said uni reverse on him, if tried to one up u ur already two steps ahead 🫡 AAAAAAAAAAAAAA TO SEE HIM SO UP CLOSE AND U DID GODS JOB AND TOLD HIM HE LOOKED GREAT YEAH! besties w ten what a flex 🔫 aHHH so like headache strong??

forget abt her sister, ever since she started dating tyler kwon it’s all going downhill for her 🤚🏻 BUT MISS KRYSTAL????? OLD HOLLYWOOD????? MISS MAAM

what a face card ngl i watched it live and my jaw dropped multiple times, forever the it girl

i am obsessed actually

I'M SEEING TAEYONG FINALLY. God I really thought I'd have to sit through an NCT 127 gig just to see him, so bless his upcoming album! /// Lmao the Bangpink wattpad writers from 2017 are living right now, Taennie, Taelisa content 👀👀👀👀 this is all very amusing to me, especially Army x Blink meltdowns

DBWKDHWKDHWKDHAKDHAK SEEING HIM AND HIS COMEBACK??? IT SOUNDS LIKE A GHIBLI MUSIC IM SO EXCITED THE VIBES ARE SO GENTLE AND NOSTALGIC watch it he completely different tho,, his album design is also so so pretty omg,, NOOO FRRRR IM AFRAID TO CHECK WATTPAD BC IK THOSE 2016-2018 MAMA AWARDS TIME BANGPINK SHIPPERS ARE HAVING A FULL BREAKDOWN OR CELEBRATING,,, the cosplay thing really got me crying too 😭😭😭 all very good but imagine the ‘jokes’ that will happen when they break up and when jennie gets most of them bfwmbdwkdbsk

ITS CALLED BEING DOZEN FREE !!!!!! nct officially entering their idgaf era w sm is what we needed now we know we’ll get good tittle tracks,,, sungtaro….sungchan dIDNT drop his entire bussy in 90’s love rap to get ousted like this,,, fuck the new group bring them back 😭

London is what? Idk I can't see bestie, London who??? 🙈🙉🙊 //// Omg I hope the weather gets mor stable for you! The weather in SK is kinda crazy as well and I already miss Thai weather, even though the climate can be difficult

LONDON IS WHAT???

how many times in a row??

the weather is absolutely disgusting and im constantly reminded why winter never leaves canada <333 thai weather must’ve been crazy hot no? def better than sk, sk sometimes reminds me of london, somehow always raining or being humid

What...https://twitter.com/nobodylikehwa/status/1662466812703809537?t=wYQ_CoJ7_BTupZSKPusBzg&s=19 he's gonna crash after 3 minutes, but ok /// We ghostwrote this https://twitter.com/Kpopmap/status/1662352938721787906?t=yp2SDRk8Vek5Fqzzubdh0A&s=19 //// Fifty Fifty in Barbie? https://twitter.com/kchartsmaster/status/1661720962511822851?t=xIx3N6RGa8GQLRouGhTorw&s=19 didn't expect that - DV 💖

…..seonghwa

if he ever did f1 his career will go down the drain, takes a right and boom into the barriers “and there goes park seonghwa! flying into the barriers in sector one!”

wdym ghost wrote?? that was US,, remember? itch ur brain a little u will remember 😵‍💫 NO BC THATS SO EXCITING SEEINF THEM THERE THEY LEFT NUGUDOM!!!! ik everyone’s crazy about cupid but their song lovin me has me going everyday, the vocal blend they did is so stunning makes me tear up

anon. his clean girl look era <3 he’s so gorgeous oh my god

busi and alba leaving 💖🔫🔫🔫 and rumours of di maria @ barca….imagine a messi-dimaria-lewy ,,, o it’s over for rm fhwkdhwk

also.. LMFAOOOO WHYS HE EVADING THE FIRE 😭😭😭

they got more comebacks on twt than on the pitch

AND I FUCKING JUMPED ??????????!!? let my dreams come true pls

#✉️ : ask #dv 💖 anon

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staytinyhoe · 2 years

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Be Quiet

Lee Felix x Y/n

Description: You’ve haven’t a had Felix to yourself for a while. You finally have Felix to yourself but there is one little problem: The members are in the other room.

Warning: Sex on the couch, Little bit of name calling, Little bit of overstimulation, Just smut like that’s it

Word Count: 1197

“Stop it” he says as he moves your hands from his pants. “You know the members are in the other room”, Felix tries to scold you, but you both know that he really doesn't care about the members being here.

“Felix please we haven't had fun in a while and i just want to make you feel good. Don't you want to make me feel good too?”, You say as you crawl into his lap. The moment you slowly start grinding in his lap you feel Felix hands land on your waist helping you move back and forth. Felix tongue swipes across his lips before he places a chaste kiss to your lips, his hands moving towards your ass under your dress pushing you down harder onto his growing bulge.

“Please fuck me”, You moan as you throw your head back giving Felix more acess to your neck allowing him to kiss and nibble upon the sensistive flesh, You can feel your panties starting to stick to you due to you wteness.

“Fine if we are going to do this, We are going to do this fast and you won't make a sound,'' he says while pushing you off of his lap and onto the couch. You can clearly see a wet spot on his sweatpants from where you were grinding on his lap. “Is this the reason why you wore this slutty dress?”. He asks as he turns and bends you over the couch. “ I think it's pretty sexy wouldn't you say” looking over your shoulder with a mischievous smirk on your face. You lift your dress over your ass showing him your pretty baby blue thong “I bought it just for you”.

Felix leans over you placing his arms on top of the couch and you can feel his weight on your back, “You looking fucking amazing with this dress on i can’t wait to fuck you like the dirty little whore that you are” his deep voice whispers in your ear. His hand is now roughly massaging your ass and you can't help but moan out his name.

“But let's not get too loud now”, The other members are here remember he says while moving your soaked thong to the side while lowering his sweatpants and boxers to pool at his ankles. You can feel Felix run his fingers up and down your wet lips soaking his fingers with your wetness wiggling your ass, you look over your shoulder with a pout and whine out.

“You’re so eager to get fucked aren’t you. Just can’t wait to have my dick fucking this tight little hole acting just like a slut”. He says while wrapping a hand around your hair and sliding his dick into you pressing a quick kiss to your shoulder. You moan as he bottoms out in you. “Oh fuck”,Yyou shut your eyes and grip onto the couch.

Felix slaps your ass and pushes your dress further up your back, “Princess not so loud” he says as he grabs onto your shoulders angling his hips just right so he is hitting that lovely spot inside of you. “Sorry Felix”, You moan out as he starts to speed up making you gasp and arch your back which helps Felix go even deeper than before.

Even though you can’t see Felix you know that he has that smirk on his face, it's just something about seeing you suck in him that really gets him going. He can't help but pull and twist your nipple seeing your face twist in pain and pleasure. He can't help but put his hand on the middle of your back pushing you into a deeper arch, he speeds up pounding his into your ass, the sound of clapping getting louder and louder. “Please Felix i'm so close please i just want cum.'' Felix pulls out and switches the position so you're now on his lap facing him, he leads is cock back into you.

“If that's what my baby wants, who am I to deny you”, Grabbing your hips Felix starts to slam you up and down on his cock making sure to thrust his hips up to meet you halfway. Your hands shoot up to grab onto his shoulder, throwing your head back and letting out a loud moan. Your oragsm is approaching faster everytime his cock slides back into you, unable to hold the moans you drop your head onto Felix's shoulders as you bite it trying to muffle the sound.

“Fuck” Felix groans out feeling your teeth sink into his shoulders. Your cunt starts to tighten around you as you feel his fingers between your legs rubbing circles on your clit. “Fuck Fuck Felix please”, Your eyes roll into the back of your head as your nails starts to dig little crests into felix shoulders. “Yeah baby that's it just like that, cum for me.” Felix's deep voice sends shock waves down your body as you let out a silent scream, your body shaking as your orgasm hits you hard.

Felix thrust never slows down as he helps you ride out your orgasm. “Its too much Felix please”, You gasp out as you put your hands on Felix's stomach to try and pull away from his harsh thrust. “Where do you think you're going? I haven't cum yet so stop trying to run and take it like a good girl”, He groans out as he throws his head back, fingers gripping your hips harshly.

You just know there are going to be bruises later on today. You fall against Felix's body no longer being able to hold yourself up, You start to kiss and nibble on his neck. Felix hips start to stutter and his groans start to get deeper “Oh F-uck” Felix slams you down on his cock as his cum paints your inner walls.

A few moments go by of you guys just trying to catch your breath when you hear someone come down the stairs. “Are you fucking kidding me!!?”, You both freeze as you hear Minho's voice. Panicking Felix pushes you off of him, “H-hyung I!!” Felix stutters trying to come up with an explanation. “I don't want to hear it Felix”, Minho waves his hand in the air. “Just clean up the couch and when you guys are finished I want you to start on the kitchen. Do i make myself clear?” He says while giving you not a disappointed look. “Yes sir!”, You both say, holding your heads down.

Upstairs

Minho goes back upstairs with the rest of the members. “Im back” He says while jumping on the bed next to Hyunjin. “I thought you were you cleaning the kitchen?”, “I got Felix and Y/n to do it since they owe me one”. He says while shrugging his shoulders. “You caught them fucking on the couch again huh?” Chan asks, still looking at his phone. “Yup”.

Back down stairs

“I told you to stop it, Now we gotta clean the kitchen”. Felix says while giving you the side eye. You look at him and throw the pillow in your hand at his head.

“Ow, that hurts!!”

“Shut up.”

#stray kids #stray kids felix #lee felix #stray kids smut #stray kids fluff #stray kids scenarios #stray kids imagine #stray kids drabbles #stray kids oneshot #stray kids angst #kpop smut #kpop fluff #kpop imagine #stray kids hard hours #stray kids hard thoughts

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nikekisaki · 3 years

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Last Legacy's incorrect quotes

Characters mentioned: Y/N, Felix, Rime, Sage, Anisa

Part one

Sage: *accidentally hits Y/N in the face*

Sage: *trying to decide between saying 'I'm fucking sorry' and 'are you okay'

Sage: ARE YOU FUCKING SORRY?!

Y/N: What's wrong with you?!

Felix: I'm gonna need a human skull and I can't have you ask any questions why

Y/N: Only if you also don't ask why

Y/N: *pulls out 7 pristine human skulls* Take your pick

Felix:

Y/N:

Felix: This one is fine

Anisa, banging on the door: Felix! Open up!

Felix: Well, it all started when I was a kid...

Sage: No, she meant-

Y/N: Let him finish

Sage: You love me, right, Y/N?

Y/N: Normally, I'd say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere and I don't like it

Sage: You lying, cheating, piece of shit!

Felix: Oh yeah? You're the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD

Sage: I'm leaving, and I'M TAKING Y/N WITH ME

Anisa, picking up the monopoly board: I think we're gonna stop playing now

Sage: *kicks the door down looking panicked*

Y/N: What did you do?

Sage: Nobody died

Y/N: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?!

Y/N: Can I be frank with you guys?

Anisa: Sure, but I don't see how changing your name is gonna help

Felix: Can I still be Felix?

Sage: Shh, let Frank speak

Y/N, Sage, and Felix are sitting on a bench

Anisa: Why do you guys look so sad?

Y/N: Sit down with us so we can tell you

*Anisa sits down*

Sage: The bench is freshly painted

Sage: *screams*

Y/N: *screams louder to establish dominance*

Felix: Should we do something?

Anisa: No, I want to see who wins

Y/N: Why is Felix so sad?

Anisa: He took one of those "Which Character Are You?" quizzes

Y/N: And...?

Anisa: He got Sage

Sage: Why are your tongues purple?

Rime: We had slushies. I had a red one

Felix: I had a blue one

Sage: Oh

Sage:

Sage: OH

Y/N:

Y/N: You drank each other's slushies?

Y/N: Is stabbing someone immoral?

Felix: Not if they consent to it

Sage: Depends who you're stabbing

Anisa: YES?!?

Y/N: Nothing in life is free

Anisa: Love is free!

Sage: Adventure is free

Felix: Knowledge is free

Rime: Everything is free it you take it without paying

Sage: I've done a lot of dumb stuff

Felix: I witnessed the dumb stuff

Rime: I recorded the dumb stuff

Y/N: I joined in on the dumb stuff

Anisa: I TRIED TO STOP YOU FROM DOING THE DUMB STUFF!!!

Y/N: Good responses for being stabbed with a knife?

Anisa: Rude

Felix: That's fair

Sage: Not again

Rime: Are you going to want this back?

Y/N: Is having a penis fun?

Rime: It has its ups and downs

Sage: Sometimes it's a little hard

Felix: It's a pain in the ass

Anisa: Oh, Jesus, fuck, guys, come on

Y/N: Bye Anisa! Bye Felix! Bye Sage! Bye Rime! Bye Anisa!

Felix: You said 'bye Anisa' twice

Y/N: I like Anisa

Y/N: Anyone d-

Felix: Depressed?

Anisa: Drained?

Sage: Dumb?

Rime: Disliked?

Y/N: -done with their work... what is wrong with you people...

Anisa: You kidnapped Y/N? That's illegal!

Rime: But Anisa, what's more illegal? Briefly inconveniencing Y/N, or destroying our dreams?

Anisa: Kidnapping Y/N, Rime!!!

Sage: Anisa, listen, whatever I may think of you right now- these guys are counting on you to inspire them!

Anisa: What, to kidnap people?!?!

Sage: To work together!

Anisa: TO KIDNAP PEOPLE?!?!?!?

Felix: Anisa, we all agreed a celebrity is not a people

Y/N: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the items you have lost throughout your life

Felix: Self-esteem, haven't seen you in years!

Sage: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this!

Anisa: I knew I lost that potentional somewhere!

Rime: My moral code, is that you?

Y/N:

Y/N: I was just gonna show you this cool trunk my mother left me but do you guys need a hug?

Y/N: What does 'take out' mean?

Anisa: Food

Sage: Dating

Felix: Murder

Rime: IT CAN MEAN ALL THREE IT YOU'RE NOT A COWARD

Felix: We need more help. Maybe I should call my friends

Anisa: ... Your what?

Felix: My friends

Y/N: Is he saying 'friends'?

Rime: I think he's being sarcastic

Sage: No, no, no, this is delirium, he's cracked from being awake all night. Hey, Felix! All of your friends are in this room

Felix: I have other friends! You asked me to make new friends, I made new friends! It was a task. I complete tasks

Sage: Good morning

Felix: Good morning

Anisa: Good morning

Y/N: You all sound like robots, try spicing it up a bit

Rime: MORNING MOTHERFUCKERS

Y/N: Why isn't the statue smirking at me?

Anisa: It isn't smirking at anyone, they're all just imagining it

Y/N: Three of us saw it, Anisa. How do you explain that?

Anisa: *points at Felix* Sleep deprivation. *points at Sage* Paranoia. *points at Rime* Delusional personality disorder

Anisa: There are seven chairs and ten kids. What do you do?

Y/N: Have everyone stand

Sage: Bring three more chairs!

Felix: The most important ones can sit down

Rime: Kill three

Y/N: Looking left cause you don't treat me right

Felix: Looking right because you left

Rime: Looking up cause you let me down

Sage: Looking down cause you fucked up

Anisa: What is wrong with you guys

Y/N: What did you guys get in your yearbooks?

Felix: 'Prettiest smile'

Anisa: 'Nicest personality'

Sage: 'Most likely to start a bar fight'

Rime: Least likely to start a bar fight, but most likely to win one'

#fictif last legacy #last legacy #fictif #last legacy x reader #felix iskandar escellun #felix escellun #rime solano varela #rime varela #sage lesath #anisa anka #felix escellun x reader #rime valera x reader #sage lesath x reader #anisa anka x reader #felix x reader #rime x reader #sage x reader #anisa x reader

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songmingisthighs · 3 years

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Hooked

introduction pt. i | pt. ii | pt. iii

ch. lxii - curiosity killed the cat

<< previous | masterlist | next >>

??? × reader, ateez × reader

A freshman hookup rekindled into something new. With an incentive, of course. But what would happen if your 'relationship' led you somewhere you never thought would happen to you ?

The three remaining boys, Hongjoong, Seonghwa, and Yunho rushed downstairs to see what the commotion was all about. Though they were nervous, they were also curious and they were not going to be the only ones left behind with the information.

But when they stepped onto the living area, they were confused at the sight upon them.

San and Wooyoung were nowhere to be found, Yeosang had a look of utter surprise which was a rare sight, a teary Jongho was standing next to Mingi who was fully crying, and in front of them was a person clad in a black hoodie and a pair of black sweats. The person's back was to the three so they didn't know who it was.

"What's wrong? What happened?" Hongjoong asked with all the strength he could muster. The others who stood in front of the person clad in black could only look at the leader but weren't able to utter a single word.

Slowly, the unknown person turned their body towards the three. All eyes widened and their breaths hitched, the sight before them was just too confusing to comprehend.

"What are you doing here?" Hongjoong asked.

"And who are you?" Yunho added.

The person took his hood off to reveal a man around their age, charming with a glint of playfulness as he smirked at them.

But before he could introduce himself, Mingi had beaten him to the punch, "this is (Y/N)'s cousin who also studied here," he said. The man nodded and grin widely, "Howdy, I'm Haknyeon," he then stuck his hand out for any of the three to shake, "Joo Haknyeon, pleased to meet your acquaintance,"

Before either one of the three could shake his hand, however, Mingi lunged forward to try and grab at Haknyeon's sweater. Luckily, Yeosang and Jongho managed to hold the larger guy back.

"Skip the pleasantries, Haknyeon, and tell them what you told us" he growled. Haknyeon only raised an eyebrow and smirked in amusement, "wow, (Y/N) was right when she said you're a ticking time bomb. No one is ever THAT happy, ever tried counselling, big guy?" he poked.

Then he turned around to the three still confused boys with a distraught expression, "It's about (Y/N)," he started.

"Oh God," Yunho yelped out, his hand immediately gripped onto the arm of the closest person which was Seonghwa.

"What about (Y/N)?" Seonghwa asked, voice cracking from nerves. Haknyeon looked like he didn't wanna talk, but the hopeful eyes in front of him struck something deep in him, "she... left," he said.

"Yeah, she left us, we know that," Yunho clarified, "no, she... LEFT left," Haknyeon stressed.

The boys behind Haknyeon let out choked out tears once again as the Hongjoong, Seonghwa, and Yunho felt like their world just shattered.

San and Wooyoung came back from the kitchen, San looking dishevelled and distraught as Wooyoung tailed after him, looking more or less the same but not worse.

"Tell me where she went," San demanded once he fully stood in front of Haknyeon. He was about to grab the stranger's hoodie in his hands but Wooyoung luckily prevented him.

Haknyeon took a step back from San to evade being grabbed, "can't do that, sorry, I promised her," he shrugged simply.

By this point, you could feel the tension in the room. The once sorrowful boys now had veins popping on their foreheads and they seemingly had their brains connected as they took a step towards Haknyeon together. The intruder was cornered in the middle of eight menacing men.

"See, Haknyeon, I told you sticking to the script would've been better,"

All nine heads snapped towards the direction of the kitchen where you stood, hands on your waist and your luggage and bag by your side.

Haknyeon grinned innocently and shrugged, "And where would the fun be there?" he joked, slipping himself from between the boys towards you. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder and grinned widely at the eight now-dumbstruck men, "If you guys haven't figured it out, I was kidding, (Y/N)'s perfectly fine and she's back, she just needs my help to slip in here as a distraction while she slipped from the back," he said proudly.

But the silence in the room was deafening. Neither one of the boys reacted whatsoever. If you look closely, you're sure that neither of them was even blinking.

Seeing and feeling the tension, Haknyeon cringed and pat your head softly, "yeesh, tough crowd. I'll let you handle them on your own," he said simply before leaving from the back door where you came.

When the door closed behind Haknyeon, you finally realized that you now have to face the consequence of your action.

Luckily, you didn't have to break the silence.

"(Y/N)? Is that really you?" Jongho choked out, surprisingly. Out of everyone there, you thought the first ones to welcome you would've been Mingi, San, or Wooyoung, or even Seonghwa.

A smile broke on your face and your shoulders slumped in relief, "Yeah, it's really me, Ho,"

You were about to take walk towards them all when Yeosang stepped forward with a hand outstretched, motioning you to stop.

"You think you can just easily walk in here and we would just so easily accept you back?" he spat out.

Your feet stopped in its track and your heart dropped to your stomach.

"Accept me back? What do you mean accept me back, was I ever rejected by you all?" you couldn't help but ask, feeling like Yeosang didn't mean what he said.

But you were dead wrong.

"You left out of the blue, without any explanation, leaving us scrambling around like headless chicken looking for you. YOU rejected us first," he said.

You furrowed your eyebrows at him, "I didn't reject you guys- oh my God, I had to get away from here for a while and I couldn't tell any of you! I didn't have time because I was pressed, FORCED to leave and having to keep my mouth shut about everything, I was miserable when I left," your voice cracked on its own mid-sentence without you realizing.

A scoff left Yeosang's mouth, "No one forced you to do anything, (Y/N), you LEFT, you CHOSE to do that all on your own," he turned a bit to point at Mingi, Wooyoung, and Jongho, "You left those three crying their eyes out for you, there wasn't a day when Mingi wouldn't actively go out to look for you with one of the others, do you know that your former RA almost got his ass tied to a restriction order?" he then moved again to point at the three oldest, "Hwa hyung and Yunho barely ate, too stressed to even keep food down, Hwa hyung had to take medicine for the toll of stress on his body and Joong hyung barely went out of his room, he tried to distract himself from the fact that you left without saying anything, some of us had to force him to eat and sleep,"

Then suddenly he gripped onto San's hand and brought him forward. Your heart broke at how sunken San looked, bags under his eyes and he seemed visibly smaller and weaker, "and San here got so depressed that he wasn't able to function whatsoever. I had to make sure he got out of his bed and move around every day or else I'm sure that he would've died," Yeosang's voice cracked as tears began streaming down his eyes.

Yunho took a step forward and look around at everyone, "G-guys, let's calm down a bit-"

But he was cut off by Yeosang who had let his emotion took over him completely.

"You left us! You left us broken-hearted and confused and lonely and ruined! So no, you don't get to waltz here so easily, thinking that we'd just accept you with open arms after the crap you pulled. If you wanted to be a wandering tramp, then why even bother coming back? Did you get bored out there? Or were your conquest turned out to be a failure? We were genuine about you, yet you simply shrugged us off like dust," he screamed at you.

You didn't even realize that your own tears had run down your own face. You looked around for the other boys for help, but neither one were looking at you. They were actively avoiding your stare.

Seeing Yeosang's chest heaving heavily with lips trembling, Seonghwa took a step closer to him and pulled him back slowly.

"Yeosang, come on, man, not like this. Not now. Let's take a deep breath first, okay?" he said softly despite his own obvious bubbling emotion.

Maybe it was the raw emotion and the vulnerable state Yeosang was in, but he simply let Seonghwa drag him back slowly until they both retreated to the stairs.

One by one, starting from Jongho then Hongjoong and Wooyoung, then San slowly followed whilst keeping his eyes glued to the floor, they all left you. Your heartbeat quickened when you watched their retrieving figure, backs towards you so coldly.

Not that you could blame them, Yeosang made a point about you leaving just like that without any notice.

All that left were Yunho and Mingi.

As they looked at each other, you could see that they were debating whether to welcome you or not.

Your hope was immediately crushed as they simply gave you a broken-hearted stare and followed the other six, disappearing to their own rooms.

So all that's left was you, out in the open.

All alone.

Vulnerable.

How you wish you could turn back time and changed your decision.

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needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves · 2 years

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Can I ask for Pepa and Felix (any age really but maybe during Casita being rebuilt?) Having public or semi public sex and they have to keep each other quiet or else they'll get caught?

It was (almost) their wedding day-

Married! She was going to get married! And to Félix Castillo no less! The big, strong, funny man of her dreams. It was unbearable having to wait, ESPECIALLY since her mami haven't let them see each other in over a week. To 'keep them pure' as you'd say. Two more days, and they'd be in each other's arms again. But it was SO far away, Pepa could feel herself constantly raining, despite her best efforts. Probably why she was sitting in this tiny ass dressing room, in her wedding dress, trying to calm down. Had to make last minute adjustments with wet hands, it seemed.

"Hijole...you look beautiful, Pepa."

The rain stopped from shock as she looked up at him. Félix. He was standing there, in his white suit, looking good enough for her to sink into to.

"Why are you here?! It's bad luck to see a bride in her dress, especially before the wedding!"

She tried to shove him out with both her hands, but he caught them, and held onto them as he leaned in for a kiss. She wanted to be upset, but she couldn't be. Not with lips so sweet. She sighed in content when it was over, despite the fact that she very much wanted more.

"Couldn't help myself. Julio told me you were getting dressed in the other room, I HAD to see you. Give me just a few minutes, por favor."

She shouldn't. Even if he looked TERRIBLY handsome right now.

"Félix, mi mami could be back any minute, she could even hear us."

"You get to see me take my shirt off~"

Ugh, cheater. She bit her lip, before groaning.

"My god, we're doing this. Fine, shirt off, and come here."

He did as she said, hanging up his shirt, and letting her get a good look at that body. God he was big. She could tear into all that thick, juicy meat, and he'd even thank her for it. And the look in his eyes let her know he was just as hungry. Before she knew it, she was kissing him, and he had both of his hands cupping her ass, squeezing in ways that was getting her worked up too soon. He chuckled against her as he ravaged her neck in kisses.

"God you're beautiful. I missed you so much. I can't wait to marry you, and have so many babies."

"And I can't wait to cook for you every morning like a proper wife~"

"...Pepa you gotta know how to cook first-ow!"

She smacked his good nipple, making him both laugh, and recoil. She dug into his pants, pulling his cock out for him, and pumping it in her gloved hand.

"Dios, you're SO lucky I'm too horny to be angry at you."

"I know, I'm sorry, I know. I mean, a week without touching you? Without touching this pussy?"

He stopped her movements, only to sneak his fingers past her underwear, and use his big stupid fingers to rub her in little circles. She clung to his body as she rocked her hips into it. She tried to touch herself a few times this week, but it wasn't at all as good as she wanted it to be.

"Oh...mierda Félix I missed your fingers."

"I can tell, you're already wet for me. I don't know how much time we have, so ehile we have chance, let me handle you first."

He shoved two fingers inside of her, and started to finger her. He wasn't slow like how HE wanted, but fast, practically barbaric, how SHE liked it. She had no choice but to bite into his shoulder and dig into his back to keep her noises muffled. Her mami couldn't be too far, she couldn't let herself be heard getting the fingering of a life time.

"Shhh, easy Pepi. You just cum like a good little wife. On my fingers. That's it, get yourself ready for my cock. My new, wet little pussy."

She came in a hot second, and this asshole fucked her right through it. Oh she could feel herself leak onto the floor, she could taste little bits of blood from her teeth breaking through his skin. She pulled away when her head was clear enough, pushing him against a wall, and getting on her knees.

"You tell me before you finish on me, idiota."

"Course mami. Hate to smudge your pretty makeup."

She cupped him in her hand, trying not to lick her lips. She LOVED sucking cock. The taste of it, the heat, the MUSK of it all. And Félix's was just lovely. It was thick, accompanied by balls of equal proportion, and lots of pubic hair. She adorned it in kisses, looking right into his eyes as she did so. Poor guy was just as excited as she was, it was precious. She'd stall for longer, but who knew when someone would knock on that door? She pushed him past her lips, and sighed as she fit more into her mouth.

In what felt like seconds, she was pushing him in and out of her mouth, not caring how she was slobbering over him, not caring that she was being just so improper.

"Oh SHIT Pepi...why are you SO fucking good at this?"

Despite the tight hold on her head, she could see him just weaken in front of her. Absolutely mess of a man he was, staring down at his wife as she sucked him off. He was beautiful, not just with his flushed face, but with his big, hairy, sweaty body looming over her. God, she got to suck THIS off whenever she wanted? She almost wanted to demand the wedding be pushed today. She slurped still, letting her drool cascade to his balls, making it perfect for rubbing and massaging in her hands. She took him in fully, gagging for a second, and making him swear for her.

"S-shit Pepa, it's coming, I think I-"

She pulled away just before he could. She pressed that wet, hard cock against her cheek, and gave it the occasional kisses, but otherwise did nothing to help him finish.

"I want it in my pussy, Félix. You said you didn't want to ruin my makeup, right?"

"I dunno, that sounds REALLY good right now, honestly."

She gave his tip a few more licks, just to coax some precum out of him, before getting back up on her feet, and holding out her arms to him.

"Come. Take your wife."

He did as he was told. He scooped her up in his arms, pressed her body against the door, and after hiking up her dress, pushed his cock inside of her soaked, eager pussy. Félix wanted to go slow, like always, but driven mad by a week of nothing, he couldn't have such a luxury. He held onto her thighs, forced them around her, and started to thrust into her. She had to keep herself propped up with her own hands, and it was rude as hell, even though it was still TERRIBLY sexy.

"Fuck Pepi- I missed your pussy so much, I missed fucking it until you were too fucking helpless to stop me."

She was trying not to whimper, really she wasn't. She had to bite her bottom lip, and even then, it wasn't too affective.

"It m-missed you too Félix, EVERY part of me missed you! Pegarme, please!"

He thought about it for a second, given the silence, but he grunted in frustration.

"N-no. It'd be too loud."

"Por favor, PLEASE! Just one!"

Félix sighed in frustration, but after making sure she could support herself, he brought his hand down on her ass, and HARD. She was about to cry out in sheer ecstacy, when he pulled her close to him, and slapped a hand over her mouth. His words were hot, husky in his ear.

"Stay. Fucking. Quiet. You want a pussy full of cum or w-"

"You alright in there, señora?"

Oh shit. It was the lady who helped her pick this dress out. Félix pulled his hand away so she could talk to her, but, like an asshole, let his hand rub her little clit instead.

"I'm f-fine! Really I'm, mmph, so good!"

"Oh. Uhm. Okay. It's just you've been in there a while and..."

She couldn't hear her over Félix's words being purred in her ears. Words of her being a good wife, blessed to get this cock as she pleased, and blessed to be full with their babies. She fought every urge not to whimper, and in her frustration, just cut off her off mid sentence.

" I'm f-fine, just go! I'm SO close to being d-done here-!"

Oh he pulled on her fucking hair like an ass. She wanted more of him than time would allow.

"Uhm...okay. Are you sure? I can come in and see if you need help, I don't mind."

Félix chuckled in her ear, giving it just a little nibble.

"You want her to see? She sounds sweet. I bet she'd love watching you get this pussy stuffed."

"Eres tan malo- no! Really, we're-I'M fine!"

"Uh...okay. Call me if you need me."

Upon hearing her walk away, she smacked his cheek, making him chuckle.

"What's wrong with you?!"

"What? You liked it, you like it when you think we'll get caught. She's going to be real worried in a minute."

"What are you-!"

His nails dug into the back of her head, grip firm on her hair, and came. He stuffed her so full, it was so much thick, hot cum. Cum that she missed. Cum that made her toes curl in her wedding shoes. She let out one loud cry, totally by accident, before he crammed his soaked fingers into her mouth to silence her.

"Hijole Pepa- you are such a LOUD girl. So loud, with a week's worth of cum in you."

She was absolutely weak for this man, in this case, literally. When he pulled his fingers out of her mouth, she hissed at him, venom and spit in her voice.

"You're SO lucky you feel so good, you are EMBARRASSING."

"Yeah see- all I'm hearing is wedding bells, mami."

She hated him. She hated how much she loved him.

#asks #not transformers #lemon #encanto #i know what you meant anon #but this idea wouldn't leave my head so here we are

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jishyucks · 3 years

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Eight Count ‣ lmh

‣ genre: fluff, enemies-to-lovers, hogwarts!au, I think it's a slow burn

‣ wc: 10.8k

‣ summary: "There's honestly no way Minho would like me. And me of all people would know that." ; in which fate decides to be an ass and make you and Minho dance partners

‣ an: I'm sosososo sorry @ whoever requested this bc of how long it took. I didn't mean for it to be so long but it kept going and uni is to blame bc all of the work :(( but anyways enjoy !!

You feel the beat of your heart quicken as you maneuver through the maze of corridors that you had begun to approach. Time was ticking. The first classes of the day had already started about half an hour ago, and here you were, racing down the stone hallways, tardy and a bit dazed.

It had only been a mere five minutes since you had woken up in the dormitories in pure panic, the realization that everyone had left and you were still cuddled up against one of the pillows in your bed driving you to act quick. You could accuse your housemates of not even bothering to check if you were alive, but you soon decided to place the blame on your body's restlessness and inability to go to sleep when you wished. You wouldn't call it insomnia, but your sleeping patterns weren't normal either.

Approaching the dance room with a quiet sigh of relief, you tug at the wooden door and peek in, hoping that you weren't barging in at such a humiliating time.

Scattered around the rather room, students were paired in twos. Each couple's bodies had been facing each other, hands sitting awkwardly in the other's while their faces were turned towards the dance instructors, Professor Shin and Professor Na. By the look on Professor Shin's face, it was evident that she was about to continue speaking, but the door swinging open had caught her attention.

"Ahh Y/N, nice of you to finally join us," she clasped her hands in genuine excitement, passion towards dance obviously bubbling up inside of her.

You grinned crudely and bowed your head, "W-what should I do, Professor?" Spotting your best friend Felix within the group of students, he tried his best to send you a look of 'we were supposed to be partners'. You shot him an apologetic expression back before turning your attention back to both professors.

After a brief pause in thought, Professor Na's face lit up, "Ah yes! Lee Minho lacks a partner as of now!" Following the eyes of your teacher, they brought your line of sight to the far corner of the room where Minho had been sitting. At the mention of his name, he raised his head to see that everyone had been gaping back at him in what seemed like total silence.

A sharp intake of air through your nose had replicated a gasp, eyes growing wide, "P-pardon?" Out of all the boys in the class, an amount you couldn't keep track of with your fingers, you had to end up with Lee Minho? The human embodiment of a wet sock?

Minho was… unbearable, to say the least. It wasn't that he had done something for you to hate him, which made you seem like a bad person, but in all honesty, your guys' personalities didn't seem to match. He was too arrogant, in your opinion. He has this energy that he carries that really didn't sit well with you, and by the looks of it, the feeling was mutual. It was as if you both ended up on the opposite bc end of everything.

It really doesn't help that you're a Hufflepuff, and he's a Slytherin. For some unknown reason, they always loved teasing the people from your house, though Hufflepuffs chose not to return their actions.

"Mr. Lee is the only student remaining with no partner."

You gulped and slowly approached him, only because your professors had motioned you over to him. If you could protest, you would, but what was holding you back was the attention given by the entire class and the teacher's who seemed too excited for their own good.

Minho pressed his tongue against his inner cheek, eyes lighting up in wrongly-fueled happiness. He hopped from the upper bench and down across from you. You blinked back at him dryly, maintaining calm yet trying to speak to him with your eyes.

Crossing his arms, he leaned forward and smirked, "Why the bitter face? You should relish in your luck for ending up with me."

"Stop talking, dead cells are coming out of your mouth… Luck my as–"

"Now! That everyone has a partner, I'd like you all to stick with these individuals until these classes are finished," Professor Shin had announced. It was quickly followed by groans and whining from many of your classmates. Though you hated your partner and wished you had arrived earlier and paired with Felix, you stood quiet, isolating the anger within your chest.

"And before we begin once again," Professor Na added, "I'd like to point out that this is still a class. We will be holding a class particularly focused on evaluation and your grade will be heavily based on participation over the length of this course." Once again, a chorus of grumbles had flooded the room.

You hear Minho curse under his breath, only because he was now two steps too far into your bubble, "This is utter bullshit."

This time it was your turn to taunt, "Why? Are you scared or something? Can't dance? Can't keep up with everyone?"

Narrowing his eyes, he scoffs, "Oh, shut your mouth, bumblebee. Just wait and see."

ii.

"Get up!" Felix tugged at your arm, voice sounding louder than it actually was. When you hadn't shifted at all in your bed, he sighed and tugged once more, "Y/N!"

"Wha– Felix you're not allowed in here!" You kicked at your blanket and sat up.

"We need to get to dance class," he clicked his tongue, "Let's go~"

"I really don't want to go," you whined, "I'd rather fail a class than hold hands with Lee Minho for an hour and a half." Felix dragged you out of your bed to see that you were already dressed in your robe, only your yellow and black tie had been carelessly tied.

"Wait, did you not change out your clothes from yesterday?" Felix jumped back in exaggeration, alarmed and slightly grossed out. His nose scrunched while he judged you through his eyes.

You glared at him and scoff, "Of course I did, you idiot. And don't act like you haven't done that." You take this as your victory as it was true, Felix had gone two days without changing, and it was a bit nasty considering all the places he's gone to in a day.

This time it was his turn to glare at you, "You shut your mouth! Now let's leave before Snape sees us roaming the halls once class starts."

Minho winced slightly, trying not to let your feet ruin the simple waltz routine that the class had finally run through, "If you step on my foot one more time, I'm shoving yours up your arse." His teeth were gritted in frustration, looking down at you with narrowed eyes.

"Then stop stepping on my feet," you muttered back, hoping that no one else, especially the professors, were hearing you two bicker.

It had only been about two lessons into the class and that amount of times that Minho had purposefully disrupted the routine… as if it were good, to begin with.

The two of you found it difficult to fall in sync with each other. It was always either going too fast or too slow, someone making an 'accidental' mistake, and Minho's favourite, holding your hand and hip with a tight and stubborn grip. It wasn't evident whether he was doing it on purpose, either, but you had pointed it out plenty of times, and he never seemed to loosen them.

"I'm not stepping on them," he pushed you back a little too early in the dance, causing you to stumble on your own feet. This caught the attention of those around you, though they carried on almost immediately after.

"Tell that to my bruised toe," you argued back.

As if you were being blessed, the music had finally come to an end. You promptly retracting your arms and to your body and taking a step back from Minho. He had done the same, going an extra mile to turn away from you and to the professors.

"Perfect! Perfect!" Professor Na's face lit up from excitement, "Now that we have learned this simple routine, next class we are moving on to one of the actual dances done in the Yule Ball as tradition. I hope you all are excited as I am!" Very few students had taken time to let out a "whoop" while everyone else, including you, chose to retrieve their books at the seats.

Felix approached you with a pitiful smile. He already knew what you were going to say, patting your back gently, "So how was it?"

Exhausted, you just shook your head and shrugged. Being partners with Minho honestly had been completely draining for you, mentally and physically, which was unusual as you could often live through such situations without feeling the need to scream.

"What else do you think?"

Felix nodded apologetically and puffed out his cheeks, "Is it as bad as the potions exam we had in fourth year?" He shuddered subtly and led you out of the classroom. Just thinking about that exam made Felix want to claw at his brain. If there was a way to take a particular memory and make it disappear from the chamber of long term memories, he would. Maybe then he'd be able to get a few more hours of sleep.

"Yes," you replied simply. The test was equally as horrible for you, but a test didn't force you to 'create chemistry' with a certain Slytherin.

"You're lying… can't be that bad," Felix laughed lightly.

"Easy for you to say," you sighed.

From behind, you feel someone bump your shoulder and pass by you, "Oops," he snickered, walking backwards to watch your reaction. The only thing he was missing was popcorn.

You turned to see Minho and rolled your eyes, "Ha-Ha, you're so funny, Lee Minho." Such a childish joke and you guys were almost leaving Hogwarts.

Though your reply had been dripping in sarcasm, Minho's wit had dodged it entirely, "Well thank you very much," he bowed, more like a manly curtsy, before he ran off, leaving Felix slightly puzzled at what just happened.

"Don't you see how much of a dingbat he is? He constantly chooses to pick on me just to get a reaction out of me," you utter, "He should be glad I was raised to be patient, if not I'd be hexing him like the world was near its end."

"I see a pattern," Felix hummed. The expression on his face looked as if he had come to an incredible epiphany.

Making a face, you click your tongue, "What do you even mean by that?" What pattern? Green, white, green, white? Minho and his constant need to be the crow to your crops?

Felix patted your head, "You're slow sometimes, you know that right?" He puffed his cheeks up and raised his brows as he looked down at you as if you were a kid.

"Can you just spit it out?" you narrowed your eyes at him before you physically pried his hand off your head.

"Minho does all of that just to get a reaction out of you," Felix presses his lips into a thin line, slowly forming a smile.

Finally arriving at the next classroom, you groaned, "You basically repeated what I said earlier…"

"If you didn't know this already, boys love getting attention from someone they are attracted to," Felix plopped into his seat. You followed right after, "I should know… I'm a boy."

You almost laugh at the tone of his voice. The confidence and the look he gave you to emphasize his statement; was all too funny, "So what you're saying is… Lee Minho has a – and god forbid– crush on me?" Felix nods like a young child, with eyes wide and a tight-lipped smile.

"Bollocks," You burst out laughing, "Felix, I love you, don't get me wrong, but you've never said anything more rubbish in the years I've known you."

"The chances are never zero," Felix put his index finger as if he were saying it in 'a matter of fact'.

You lean forward and sit your chin at your folded forearms. You eyed the teacher as she made her way into the room, "You're right there, Lix, but there's honestly no way Minho would like me. And me of all people would know that." You locked that statement in, feeling your words and emotions contradict.

Right?

iii.

"And then Y/N had the audacity to step on my foot," Minho kicked at the bench across from him, frustration released after what seemed to Seungmin was years of ranting. He didn't mind though, in years of being in the same house as him, he learned how to block him out yet still know what was going on when Minho asked for some sort of reply.

Minho tapped the end of his pencil against his textbook, eyes drifting off elsewhere in the grand hall. Students were clumped at their respective tables, studying for whatever class they had. Minho was trying to do the same, but his state of mind was not in the mood. But he was trying, he was pushing himself, that's what mattered in his opinion.

Turning his attention to Seungmin, who was seated next to him, he jumped, seeing that Seungmin's eyes were wide and directed at him, "What the hell!?"

"What?" Seungmin shifted back forward, facing his own books. In a sense, the scene was hysterical. He acted as if he hadn't done anything wrong or out of the ordinary, but Minho still tried to push an explanation out of him through looks.

"What do you mean what? Why were you looking at me like that?" Minho put his pencil down and closed his book on it.

"I was trying to see something," the boy shrugged and got back to his own work.

Again, Minho furrowed his brows at Seungmin's lack of detail in his response. What in the world was he even trying to do? "Trying to see what? If you don't answer me properly–"

"Okay! Okay!" Seungmin exclaimed a little too loudly, earning looks from other wizards in the room, "You know that saying that if you're in love, you start to glow?"

"No? What type of nonsense are you saying?" Minho scoffed, "Love? Are you sick or something?" Roughly, Minho brought the back of his hand to Seungmin's forehead, which Seungmin had thrown off almost right away.

"You've been talking about Y/N this entire period, you haven't stopped until moments ago," wiggling his eyebrows, Seungmin whispered his reply to Minho, making sure no one would be able to hear him this time.

Minho's face had contorted into one of disgust and confusion, "And?" Where was Seungmin even going with this? He was just relieving stress. It's not that deep.

"My point is that they're the only thing you've been talking about lately," Seungmin scribbles his pen at the top of his paper to get it to work, "Even if I start the conversation, it somehow just shifts to Y/N. Normally I'd be mad, but since you're in love, I'll let it pass."

"In love?" Minho's jaw dropped, a mixture of emotions swimming around inside of him, "In love!?" Trying to find words to perfectly reflect what he was saying, he fails, shoving Seungmin off the bench. Actions spoke louder than words, right?

Seungmin smirked and chuckled, unfazed, "What? Cat got your tongue?" He gets up, dusting his robe off before sitting back down, "It's because I'm right, aren't I?"

Minho gulps, "Will you quit it? You're…"

"I'm…?"

"You're confusing me. Quit it," Minho huffs, gathering all his things as he was planning to return to the dormitories. This was a different way of playing with emotions. There was a zero per cent chance that he liked you, or worse, loved you. That word was way too strong, dangerous like amortentia.

"I take that as a yes!" Seungmin stood his ground, just letting out a genuine laugh.

Minho held a finger up at Seungmin, who still laughed, unbothered. He didn't like you. And if he did, it wasn't wrong to do so. It was an ordinary mortal thing to have feelings. But that didn't matter right now because he didn't like you, not even a tiny crush.

But that slight state of unfamiliar panic in his heart says otherwise.

iv.

The muscles in your arm were aching from the horrible fact that Minho had been purposefully letting his arm go limp while he was holding your hand, which somehow led to you holding up his arm with your arm. You frowned at him, tempted to let your arm fall in the middle of the routine.

"Can you actually put in some effort?" you whispered through gritted teeth. Squeezing Minnho's hand, you directed a look of annoyance that only returned with an amused look. Underneath his robe, you could tell he had been intentionally dragging his feet, causing the both of you to slowly hold those partnerships behind you up.

"I'm not wasting energy on this," he shrugs quietly, "It's ridiculous."

"What don't you find ridiculous?" you rolled your eyes, "You Slytherins and the lack of interest in anything but yourselves. Where's the excitement in that?" No, you didn't want to generalize the entire Slytherin population, especially since you had family members from that house, but you knew exactly how to rev up Minho's engine. Just by the way his face twisted, you knew damn well you hit the right spot.

"Shut your mouth before I spin you a little too hard…" he said a little bit louder, "I don't find it ridiculous, I just find that us being partners is ridiculous… who in this entire school would want to be partners with you?" Before you could even reply, he had caught you, "That's not from your house."

"Jokes on you, I know plenty of people who would be partners with me," you scoffed, and it was true. There was Jisung who had somehow been sorted into Gryffindor, Hyunjin and their seniors, Bang Chan and Changbin. And there was Jeongin, who was a Ravenclaw. You could list a handful more, but that's beside the point.

"Silence is deadly," he stifled a laugh which had driven you to 'accidentally' stumble over your own feet. This caused him to stumble himself, only he wasn't prepared for it, "I'm blaming you for ending up being my partner. I was hoping someone else would've entered the room. But no, it had to be you."

"You're blaming me? For this?" You shake your head out of disbelief, not noticing that your voice had gone louder. You were catching the attention of those around you and the professors at the front of the room, "You could have found a partner you wanted in the first place but you probably decided to stay back and wait for someone to go up to you. No one wanted to be partners with you, which is why you ended up alone in the first place."

Minho's eyebrows furrowed, eyes almost on fire at what you had just said, "You know what?!"

Before he had been able to continue the banter, Professor Shin had cleared her throat. The glares that they both were sending your way had caused the both of you to stop with the squabbling, "Y/N, Minho, I know we've never talked to the two of you about your constant bickering, but it is simply interrupting the atmosphere of my classroom."

Taken aback, the both of you had stumbled over each other's feet, falling to the ground and causing a domino effect among the rest of the students.

Flustered, you turn to Minho, "That was all your fault, Lee Minho." You huffed and attempted to get up, failing once you noticed that Minho was practically lying on your leg.

"Oh be quiet," he rolled his eyes and dusted himself off, "That was all you! You and your two left feet." The rest of the room was silent, regardless of the incident. All ears and eyes were on the 'love birds,' not entirely sure whether or not they should blame you both on what had just happened.

Sliding out from underneath him, you scoffed, "Don't speak so highly of yourself, Minho."

Minho cackled, "Highly? Of myself?!"

"Stop this instant!" Professor Na had finally mustered up the courage to intervene, anger bubbling in his stomach, "Enough!" The two professors began helping the students up, scolding both of you as they did.

"Five points deducted from your respective houses," Professor Shin said sharply, "And you both are now in charge of polishing the floor every Friday for the following three weeks."

"But professor–"

Minho was cut off, "That, or ten points off for your houses…" And without another word, you both chose to polish the floors after all classes were done for the day.

Day one of polishing the floors was practically the most difficult. Not only did the professors restrict using magic to finish the chore, but the overall idea of doing something alongside Minho aggravated you, which was why you hated dancing with him so much. The comments he'd make, the taunting looks he'd give you, the jokes that were obviously uncalled for, they all were honestly bringing you to the point of near insanity.

At first, both of you had decided to start off on the same side, almost the same corner. But the moment you noticed Minho constantly glancing your way in the corner of your eye, you decided against it, "How about I start at that end."

"Whatever floats your boat," he mumbles, "I don't care."

The tone in his voice hadn't matched yours, which you assumed was polite enough not to spark some type of that energy in him, but it did.

"Whatever," you make your way to the other end, sliding your robe off on the way. You let it hang off one of the benches, making sure it wasn't touching the floor. You rolled up your sleeves and started polishing the further end of the room, a bit relieved that Minho wasn't hovering anywhere within your line of sight. It was better that way.

The second day, you were hoping that you could get through a period of cleaning without hearing Minho's ungodly voice. He had been moving back and forth from one corner to the other, feet squeaking seemingly endlessly against the floor. You wished that the volume of the music could be turned up louder.

"I'm doing more than you are," Minho pointed out. You turned to find that he was standing in the middle of the room, hair messy and beads of sweat lining his hairline. His collar was out of place, and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows just as yours were. Did he, for some reason, look attractive, or was it the lack of light in the room? Probably the latter.

"What do you mean you're doing more than I am?" you feel your eyebrows knit together in confusion, "I'm doing the same amount of work as you." And you were, but you were working just a bit slower than he was. He had probably sped through his area with the idea that the sooner you both finished, the sooner you were able to leave.

"Just hurry up," he groaned. Minho dragged his feet over to a lone stool, pushing it against the wall before plopping into it. The music continued to play, drowning out the shuffle noises of his feet.

"No," you replied, keeping your speed consistent. It wasn't like you wanted to stay longer. It was the fact that Minho couldn't leave until you were finished that was making you act this way. Maybe if he did his job well, he wouldn't be sitting around doing nothing.

Tile by tile, you continued to carry out the chore given to you, not paying mind to the pair of eyes that were burning holes into your back. You ensured that the areas you had worked on were basically spotless, reflection or not, you assumed that shiny meant clean.

Minho had been humming along to the somewhat catchy tune, foot tapping to pass the precious time he believed you were wasting. Nonetheless, he leaned back and sighed, hoping you could finish in time, so he had time to nap before dinner.

"Why do they even need classes for dancing?" He sighed out. At first, you weren't quite sure if he was speaking to you or if he was just thinking out loud, "I feel like we'd be fine either way…" You turn to look at him, seeing that he was already staring at you down.

"I mean it's going to look nice at the Yule Ball,"

You replied.

"Yeah but not everyone's going… it's a waste of time," Minho had a point, yet you still found it somewhat amusing that the school would want to organize such things.

"I don't see why you don't just skip class if you find it a waste of time," you moved onto another spot and sighed, "No one's stopping you."

"Yeah but who'd be your partner then?"

Not knowing how to react to his question, you keep quiet. Minho decided not to follow up on the problem, thinking that he had said something out of the ordinary.

The sun had reached the horizon when you finished your portion of the room. You stood up to stretch, hearing the joints of your knees and back pop out of exhaustion. It was satisfying to see the difference between the used, scruffy floor and the clean, polished floor.

"Okay Lee Minho I'm finished," without taking a glance at the boy, you made your way over to the record player. You lifted the needle off and picked the record up, slipping it into its sleeve. It didn't occur to you that Minho hadn't shifted in the past thirty minutes, silence filling the room because you turned the music off.

"Minho?" Finally turning to him, you found him sleeping with his head sat back against the wall. His mouth was wide open, practically becoming a makeshift trap for bugs that happened to be flying around. The rest of his body was limp, legs spread out beneath him. It was surprising that he hadn't fallen off yet.

You walked up to his sleeping figure and laughed lightly, wishing you had a camera to capture this moment. It would've been great blackmail. Maybe then he'd start being nice to you. Naturally, your eyes followed the slope of his nose, then to the two front teeth that stuck out from underneath his top lip.

He had bunny-like features, and you didn't mean that in a wrong way. His face was still sculpted nonetheless. Anyone with eyes would have to admit that he was attractive.

"Done staring at me yet?"

You screamed and jumped back, pressing your hand up to your chest as if to calm you down. Looking back at Minho, you find that his eyes were still closed, yet a smirk had replaced his gaping mouth. The number of curse words that threatened to leave your mouth was countless, the embarrassment creeping up to your cheeks. He finally lifted his head to look at you, eyes still a bit droopy from his nap.

"I-I wasn't staring at you," you denied, shaking your head a bit too aggressively, "Well I was… but because I was laughing at how foolish you just looked."

An offended look surfaced Minho's face, scowling at you as he stood, "I have this feeling that you're lying, bumblebee… Anyways, this is where I leave. Finally, after years." He shook his rolled-up sleeves so that the cuffs slid back to his wrists. You let him leave without another word from the two of you, still in a bit of shock at what just happened. You knew he was never going to let you forget that.

You slumped next to Felix as dinner was being served, an expression almost as heavy as your posture. He looked down at you, debating whether or not he should interrupt the mini montage you were probably playing through your head.

"I want to ask you how the cleaning today was but I think I already know just by looking at you," he stated, sliding a piece of roasted chicken your way, "Unless you do want to speak about it. Just eat and the day's over."

You gave him a grateful smile and gestured for him to eat too, eyes lighting up slightly, "I'm actually not tired from cleaning that stupid dance room, but it's just… this thing that happened. It was beyond embarrassing."

Felix snorts and stuffs his cheeks with food. His words came out muffled as he still chose to reply with a full mouth, "What happened this time?"

You glanced towards the Slytherin table, eyes scanning it quickly to get one quick look at Minho before you whispered, "Minho fell asleep waiting for me to finish cleaning. He looked idiotic as he did so I sorta just—how do I say this— stared at him? But it wasn't like I was admiring him, it was more like I didn't want that stupid look on his face to go away. It was amusing."

"And?"

"In the middle of that he went, 'are you done staring yet?' It was like he had a sixth sense or something," you muttered, "Now I feel like he's making fun of me."

"Doesn't he always make fun of you," Felix had yet again stuffed his mouth, so his words were still muffled, "Why does it matter this time?"

"It's different. It's not some useless situation… it was genuinely embarrassing," you poke the food before taking a bite of your own, "He's going to it against me, I already know."

"Don't worry, I'm pretty sure he'll forget it sooner than you will."

"Hey remember when I caught you staring at me?" Minho's voice echoed faintly throughout the room. He stood up to stretch before he crouched back down.

"I never stared at you," you sneered, "And why are you talking about that as if it happened years ago. That was literally last week."

"That's long enough in my book," he retorted, "Good times." A small reminiscing type smile appearing on his lips.

"Can you not start? I sorta want today to be stress-free and you're literally ruining it," you roll your eyes and move onto the next tile on your side. Minho had decided to choose a different record to play today, one the professors had never played in class. It had been hidden behind all the other records being used, and it took Minho a good five minutes to rake through all of them just to get to it.

The songs were more upbeat than the waltz music you were forced to listen to, which was actually much more perfect for cleaning to. It made it a bit more bearable than the last two times you had to clean.

Minho didn't reply, though you didn't see how he switched glances between you and the mechanical polisher in hand. The track had shifted into a faster song, something that was easy to dance to. From where he stood, he could see your knitted eyebrows, eyes dropping from the slight fatigue blanketing over you after a long school day.

Upon awareness that his shoulders were slumped, he straightened himself and sighed. This week had indeed been a long week, and it was evident in some way in both of you. This was the last of the week's labour before he could go and relax while mindlessly saving his homework for Sunday.

The music had been tempting to let go earlier than he should for the week, the steady beat and the catchy melody filling the room.

Putting the polisher and the rag down, he took a few steps towards you, still contemplating whether he should do what he was thinking or not. He was unsure whether it was bizarre for him to pull such a thing. But you did say you wanted a stress-free day, so he thought he should switch up a bit.

He started moving his body to the rhythm of the music, head bobbing as it took over him naturally. It was easier dancing alone than with a partner, that's for sure, but he wanted to invite you.

"Y/N!" He was freestyling, arms flailing and legs bringing him across the room with a swift movement.

You sighed, "What now?" Turning to Minho, you find him in the middle of the dance room, doing what the room was made for. He had a foreign smile on his face, not the usual smirk you'd find him sporting.

"What the–"

"Join me!"

You went through several different emotions in seconds, confusion, amusement, joy, contemplation… how were you supposed to react to a goofy Minho?

"Join me!" He repeated. This time he approached you, hands out in invitation, "C'mon it's fun!"

"Minho, we have to finish this so we can leave, remember?" You tried to keep a stern look on your face, yet you couldn't hold back the smile that had been forcing itself out. Minho suited this look; It was happier and carefree. You didn't know that his eyes would light up when he smiled a somewhat gummy smile.

"I know, but let's take a break," being the impatient boy he was, he took hold of your hands and pulled you up. He led you in a dance that probably wasn't considered a partner dance. He just pushed your arms back and forth like those scenes in the movies.

"Minho!" You finally let out a laugh, feet unable to keep up with his. He was sidestepping left, then sidestepping right, then back and forth, all unplanned. You stumbled, letting out joyful laughter that was rare around Minho. He laughed along with you, eyes disappearing the bigger his smile got.

When your legs had gotten worn out from constant movement, you tripped over one of them, sending you and your dance partner to the ground. Instead of erupting anger that would have usually washed over you, fits of laughter fell in its place, echoing throughout the room.

Before you could ask if he was okay, you hear footsteps enter the room, a confused Professor Shin staring the both of you down, "What are you two doing?! This is not polishing the floors!" The exasperation changed the normal hue of her skin into a shade of crimson.

Quickly apologizing, you get up and return to your so-called 'stations,' not being able to say another word about what had just happened to each other.

You wouldn't admit it out loud, not in front of Minho at least… but that was the most fun you've had in weeks.

Little did you know, Minho felt the same way.

There was a part of you who had gotten used to Minho's horrible dancing after two weeks of dancing classes. After what happened last week, there was a tiny sliver of toleration that had surfaced from both of you. It was mutual. But obviously, neither of you were going to admit it.

Though Minho was starting to get somewhat bearable, there were still days when he'd begin to act up, smirk pinned tightly on his lips while he mischievously pranced about in the dance room. Today was one of those days.

When Professor had slipped the record onto the play, dropping the needle onto the very edge and starting it, Minho had chosen to let his body go heavy, relying on you to haul him around like a giant, weighted ragdoll. You knew he wasn't tired, just judging by the look in his eyes.

"Give it up," you tugged him roughly in one direction, then again towards another, feet hardly following the steps the class was taught the past few weeks. If Minho let his body grow just a bit limper than it already was, his head would have fallen directly onto your shoulder. If you were being honest, you didn't want any attention from anyone else in the room, "Lee Minho, I'm not in the mood for this today, okay?"

Minho's ears perked at the foreign tone that had slipped from your lips, sensing that you were being serious. You would tell him to quit it most days, but never with that tone; It was no fun if you weren't fighting back. Sighing quietly, he had picked his body up and started to follow the eight-count that Professor Shin was practically yelling out.

This minor change didn't go unnoticed by you, feeling his body grow lighter just moments after you'd ask him to quit it. Did he just…?

Other students in the room were surprised that you two were going more than thirty seconds without arguing like a married couple. Many sets of eyes didn't bother leaving the both of you, watching what would happen next in the twist of events.

Minho's feet carried his body swiftly; for the first time, he was guiding you like he was supposed to, but his eyes were glued to his feet, not wanting it to become weird if he were to make accidental eye contact with you. He didn't like how quiet it was between the both of you. The music didn't even do its purpose by filling the silence.

"Are you going to the Yule Ball?" Minho asked awkwardly. He twirled you as part of the dance. He recognized that look on your face which was basically a wordless reply, "That was probably a dumb question." Shaking his head, Minho mentally slapped himself. Never in his life did he fail with words.

"Of course I'm going," you replied rather expressionless, "Why would I not?" You were almost as confused as earlier. Minho trying to make a civilized conversation. Who the fuck was this? It wasn't Minho.

He shrugs, "I don't know… I guess you have a date…?" Minho, what the fuck. He squeezed his eyes shut as if the stone floor would swallow him wholly to take him away from this situation.

As puzzled as you were, you still decided to keep the conversation as it was, "Nope… I think I'm just going with Felix for fun." You tried to keep your tone calm when really you were freaking out. The only thing was you had no idea why you were freaking out, "Y-you?" Facepalm.

"No one."

None of you chose to speak after, not knowing where the conversation was going. The song was slowly reaching the end, which you had wished came sooner. Minho's hands were growing sweaty, and you wanted nothing more than to wipe your hand off. It was getting hot in the room too. Your collar was growing tight, throat itching for water.

Minho's heart was beating a bit too fast for his liking, but it was probably because he was growing tired from the moving. He wondered if you could feel how sweaty his hands were getting. Embarrassing.

"Final counts!" Professor Na called out before the static of the record player replaced the music. The two of the professors had clapped in adoration, overlooking all the students in the room.

Professor Shin had a broad smile on her face, "Beautiful! Gorgeous! Best one so far!" She twirled in place, "Thank you everyone! The Yule ball is in two weeks so I am very pleased with the effort you all are putting into this class! Remember we still have the final class in which you are graded, which I'm sure you all will ace."

"I couldn't care less," Minho mumbled, only so you could hear.

You turn to him, squinting your eyes and tilting your head to express your slight frustration, "You know I'm your partner right?"

"Oh no~ really?," he stuffed his hands into his pockets, "And?"

"And? I don't want to fail this class, even though I'm forced to dance with you," you stated, "So don't you fucking dare fail us both." That tone in your voice was evident once again, catching Minho off guard. The only reason that it had this effect on him was that he was so used to you choosing to fight back. It was like some sort of reminder that everyone around him was getting old, and soon all those around him were expected to be serious.

Nevertheless, Minho shrugs to annoy you, "Whatever."

Instead of answering, you eyed him once more. Your dancing just a few moments ago says otherwise.

You had practically sighed out the total capacity of your lungs as you hung onto Felix's arms on the way out the door.

"What are you sighing about?" He chuckled.

"You already know," you elbowed him.

Felix rolled his eyes and sang, "I saw you guys dancing earlier~."

You pushed him away gently, shock littering your face and posture, "What the bloody hell are you on about now, Lee?"

"You guys actually look cute together when you aren't babbling and all," he grinned innocently. Your heart had the audacity to skip a beat, startling you just as much as Felix did.

"Cute?" You scoffed, "First you said you think he liked me, now this? Are you his wingman or something? Are you trying to get me to like him?"

Felix skipped in his step, "I don't even talk to Minho, Y/N, don't be ridiculous… wait… did you basically just say you're starting to like him?" He gasped, hand slapping over his mouth, which had fallen in shock.

"No," you say flatly.

"Liar," Felix poked at your rib, "Liar. At least confess that you find him less bad."

"Sure, whatever makes you happy, Felix."

When you had fallen out of Felix's line of sight, you let the corner of your mouths turn up slightly. He said we looked cute, you think, only followed by you flicking yourself in the temple.

"I thought you were staying here until it closed?" you frown at Felix, who started gathering his stuff. You both had planned on cramming everything in for a test the next day, but plans didn't go as planned when Felix was eager to go back to the dormitories to sleep until the morning.

"My eyes are going to fall out of their sockets if I don't go and sleep, Y/N," he pats your head as if he were talking to a young child, "You can stay if you want. I know how much you hate studying in the common room." He double-checks his area to ensure he hadn't forgotten any of his belongings before patting your head once more. He grins and turns towards the door of the library, leaving you sitting alone at the table.

"Felix ~" You called out quietly, only for him to wave with his back facing you. You sighed and slumped back in your chair, resting your arms on the handles. Libraries were so much better when you had company.

The words in the textbook were starting to turn into blobs of ink, and for a second, you were thinking about following in Felix's footsteps. After moments of consideration, you shook your head and sat up. You'll stay, even if it was against the will of your fatigue self that had been prompting you to leave. This was all your fault anyway. Procrastination was a cruel thing.

Hunching forward, you let your eyes trace over the words, trying to process the information. You rewrote the info you wished to remember carelessly. Your notes resembled chicken scratch, but at this point, you didn't care because it was simply supplementary to your studying. The sun was close to its horizon, and the library was close to empty. It was somewhat more motivating.

Slowly the information had started to get more interesting. It was easier to run through the key terms and ideas listed in the textbook, and you could feel the exhaustion simply leaving your body. I'll finish this one last chapter and then save the rest for lunch tomorrow.

Your focus on the book had hindered your peripheral vision that the presence of another wizard floating over your shoulder went unnoticed. It was only until they had sat down next to you when you finally noticed.

You jumped in your seat, eyes growing wide. You had luckily suppressed your scream with your hand, which you had, out of defense, swung forward, slapping the person in the chest.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"You don't sneak up on people like that, Minho," you rolled your eyes at the Slytherin, shifting away from him before turning your attention back towards the textbook. He scooches closer with intentions of irritating you, pushing his face towards your book, "What are you doing?"

You push him away and stick one of the thicker books between you both, "What does it look like?"

"Studying?"

"You're smarter than I thought, Lee Minho," sarcasm dripped from your voice as you glared at him. Attempting to continue with the final chapter, you miserably fail when Minho interrupts your concentration by tapping his fingers loudly against the wooden table.

"Don't you have anything better to do?" you say numbly, voice muffled by your robe, "I was literally just sitting here and you decide to do this."

Minho shrugs and uses his arms as a makeshift pillow, "I was bored, saw you, here I am, I'm here to stay."

Your eyebrows furrowed at the fact that Minho decided to 'spend time with you upon seeing you. You had no idea whether to feel flattered or irritated, but you knew you were confused. He could've just gone back to the Slytherin dungeons to sit with his housemates, but he saw you and decided to sit with you.

Staring blankly at the bookshelves across from you, you huffed out the corner of your mouth, blowing a stray strand of hair by your cheek. You did say you wanted company. You just weren't sure if it was Minho's company that you wanted. Glancing down briefly at him, and looked back up to the bookshelves.

"Fine," you say after pondering about the idea.

Minho's ears perked up, raising his brows, "Fine?"

"Just don't be loud."

Minho's head tilts in confusion, though he still complies, sitting next to you patiently. You continued to read through the final chapter, which you had underestimated in length. The chapter was a good half a centimetre in thickness. Though it didn't seem as much at first glance, the pages were practically dipped in ink, words covering it from one corner to the other.

You could feel your eyes grow heavy as you delve deeper into the chapter. Your bed was calling for you, but there was no way you were going to give. Not until this chapter was finished.

The library had been silent except for the occasional click of the pen from the librarian's desk. You had been mentally counting down the number of pages left to skim over, eager to feel that feeling of satisfaction you usually get once you finish a task. It was the same feeling as crossing or checking off a chore on a to-do list.

Minho had settled his eyes on the centre of your book, keeping them steady even as you flipped the pages. He felt the lids of eyes gradually get heavier as each page went by, and by the time you shut the book in delight, he had fallen asleep.

"Again?" You furrowed your eyebrows, remembering the last time he had fallen asleep in your presence. You darted your eyes away from his dormant figure, not making that same mistake twice, "Minho, wake up."

He stirs right away, head rising from his arms. This time he says nothing, pushing himself off of the library's chair before stumbling over his own feet as he makes his way to your side. He looked like a toddler, and it was admittedly adorable.

"Why didn't you just go straight to the dorms if you were tired," you snorted at his dumbassery. Some students still littered the halls even if curfew was nearing. Instead of parting from your side at the library's entrance, Minho stuck by your side.

"I wanted to spend time with you outside of class," he grumbles. He blinks at the long corridor in front of you two, eyes barely staying open from exhaustion.

Feeling your heart skip a beat, you tried to pick out if he was joking or not, but his tone screamed, 'I'm tired.' Any other emotion was hard to comb out, so you sighed and shook your head, pressing your lips into a smile, "Sleep that cheesiness off, Lee Minho."

Minho continued to walk next to you, silent and confused about what you just had said. It wasn't like he was drunk. He was well aware of what he just said. Nonetheless, he subtly walked you to the kitchen corridor, parting ways with you with an uttered 'goodbye.'

vi.

Sitting against the stone wall, you watched the rest of the class carry out the dance routine, formation changes and all. You ran through it with them, only mentally as your partner was nowhere to be found, and the class was halfway done.

There were barely any classes left before the final graded run through, and Minho really thought it'd be funny to skip? You would have let it pass if you guys weren't the worst duo in the room, but you guys are the worst duo in the room, which made the situation different.

"Professor Na," You asked quietly, "Has Lee Minho been excused from today's class. Is he ill?" You didn't want to jump to conclusions, keeping in mind that people did have their own reasons. Maybe he had caught a cold or was doing a missed exam that was far more important than dancing.

"No word from Minho, Y/N," the professor hummed back.

You frowned and thanked him, turning back to the main dance floor, students moving in sync. Where was he?

Just as you had finished your train of thought, the door had swung open just like it probably did on the first day of class. Minho stumbled in, hair a mess and a rather sheepish smile stamped on his lips.

"I apologize Professors," he bowed deeply, following the perimeter of the room. He bowed again as he reached the two instructors at the front of the room.

Professor Shin stopped her counting, "No need to apologize to us, apologize to your partner." She gestured towards you, already looking back. Minho nodded and approached you, though when he did reach you, he didn't apologize.

"And?"

"And what?" Minho ridiculed.

"Aren't you going to apologize like what the Professor asked?" You tried not to laugh at how Minho had been acting.

Minho let out a cackle, “No? Why should I? Can you stand up so we can start dancing or something?" His hand was itching to reach out for yours, feeling like he should pull you towards him, but he hindered himself from doing so, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

Instead of pushing the apology out of him, you decided against it, not wanting to waste any of your time, "Why are you even late?"

The two of you followed the crowd, joining in at the perfect time. Minho smirked, "Worried about me or something? I know I'm in your head twenty-four seven, but I didn't expect you to be so obvious about it."

Tightening your grip around his hand, you gritted your teeth, "I wasn't worried about you, nitwit."

"Then why are you asking?"

"Because you made me sit, doing nothing for nearly forty-five minutes?" You reply as if you were pointing out the obvious, "So why are you late and coming to class looking like a mountain troll?"

"Wow, ouch," he sighed, "I slept in. Am I going to hell for doing so? Because I can recall you did the same the first day and got us into this mess."

"This is about you, not me," you applied pressure onto his hands, causing him to stumble back slightly, ruining the rhythm he had built up. He furrowed his brows at you and did the same, only you were somehow ready for it.

"Oh please," Minho rolls his eyes, "You've done the same so you shouldn't even be mad at me."

"I'm only frustrated, not mad, there's a difference," you point out, "And I'm frustrated because we have that graded dance next week. If we fail, it's going to be your fault."

"It takes two to tango," he quoted, "And you already know where I stand on that. I don't ca-"

"Shut up, the professors are looking," you warned, flashbacks to the three weeks you had to polish the floors.

Minho laughed slightly, letting air blow out of his nose. He let his eyes drift down at you, keeping them there for a little too long.

"What?"

"Nothing," he shrugged, spinning you along with the other students, "You just looked way too terrified." The next move had the two of you closer than the initial space between you.

"I don't want to be spending an extra three hours with you after classes polishing the floor," you retort sharply. Instead of holding eye contact with him, you stared at the Slytherin crest on his uniform.

"I know you liked spending time with me, don't lie," he rolled his eyes teasingly.

"I'm not lying."

"You staring at me says otherwise."

"Oh hush about that already, I literally told you that I wasn't staring at you," Inwardly cringing, you felt relief once the music had stopped. You stepped back and eyed down the boy in front of you, "Why do keep bringing that up?"

Before Minho could give reasoning, Professor Na had spoken up from across the room, reminding everyone that the next class was the graded class. Though they wouldn't be strict with grading, he still wanted to see the students' effort 'flowing'. After a chorus of groans, class ended, allowing you to avoid Minho and find your way to Felix.

Someone tapping your shoulder had woken you up, head jolting up as if you were frightened.

"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," Chaeryeong gasped sheepishly. She was hovering over you slightly, eyes wide. She was changed into her nightwear.

You sat up, only now realizing you had fallen asleep in the common room, "It's alright. What time is it?" You didn't even remember how you fell asleep, but you sure did have a good sleep.

"It's almost midnight," she replied, "I needed to grab water from the kitchen, then I saw you here and figured it'd be more comfortable for you to go to sleep in your own bed rather than this tiny couch."

You grinned, "Thanks Chae… I'll probably get something from the kitchen as well."

She nods and mumbles out a quick goodnight before disappearing to the girls' dorms. You return her farewell before standing up, eyes drawn to the wrinkles your nap had made on your robe. Attempting to straighten the robe and yourself out, you stumbled towards the Hufflepuff house entrance, exiting promptly.

The fireplace had been lit, a few house elves roaming about and carrying out their own duties. They paid no mind to you, as midnight snacks weren't out of the ordinary for Hufflepuffs.

You asked for what you needed, then was given it with no delay, "Thank you." The house elf nods before turning away with a grunt.

You sit at one of the tables, zoning out as you stared at the blazing fire across from you. School was getting a bit more stressful than it usually has, which was probably the reason why you had fallen asleep without knowing. You remember coming back from a long library visit. Maybe you collapsed on the couch once you did.

You made mental notes on the work still yet to be done before the following week, spontaneously creating a headache. Standing up, you figured it was best for you to go back to sleep. Slipping the dish into the sink, you started making your way back to the dorms.

You rubbed your temples and shook your head as you closed your eyes. It probably hadn't been a good idea to be wandering with your eyes closed as you had immediately bumped into something firm.

"Y/N?"

Looking up, you came face to face with Lee Minho, who was just as shocked as you were. He had been dressed down in a knitted Slytherin sweater and pyjama pants.

"Minho? What in the world?"

He backs up after noticing how close you were to each other, "Could say the same 'bout you."

"My dorms are right there," you point just down the corridor, "While yours is in the dungeon…"

Minho blinks before he tries to move around you, eyes avoiding yours.

"What are you doing here?" you grab his wrist, eager to find out why he was roaming the halls. It wasn't unusual for students to be breaking the rules, especially Minho, who loved living up to the stereotypes of a Slytherin. He smirks at the skinship, which prompts you to let go of him, heat rising up to your cheeks without warning. You're suddenly glad it's dim around the two of you.

"I was… taking a walk," he successfully pushes past you and into the kitchen, a glass of water already there for him. He thanks the house elf, leaving the glass, before turning back to you. By the looks of it, it seems like he's been doing this before, like a routine.

Rolling your eyes, you scoffed, "Taking a walk? You're painfully awful at lying." And the pause in his speaking gave that away. You followed behind him, expecting an honest answer as if you deserved to know.

"Weren't you just leaving?"

"But my question is unanswered," you shrugged.

"I answered you, I was taking a walk," he pushed the answer. Putting the cup down, he turned to you, "I have… sleeping problems."

"You just lied again," you nonchalantly, "Just tell me the truth. No judgment. A Hufflepuff's promise." You weren't usually one to push an answer out of someone, but this situation was different.

"You say no judgment but I already know how you're going to react to the truth," he takes another sip of water.

"So you were lying!" You raised your brows, "I knew it!"

"You don't deserve the truth," he sighs. Finishing the cup of water, he starts to make his way out, not even turning to look back.

"Lee Minho!" You groaned. Maybe it was your fatigue self or the fact this felt like some sort of game, but you weren't holding yourself back, "When I said I wouldn't judge, I won't. My mind's open to whatever you're going to say."

Minho spins around to face you, stumbling backward a few more steps before he halts, "I was practicing the dance steps."

No judgment.

The flat expression on Minho's face indicated that he had no intentions of lying this time. He had his hands hiding behind his back, eyeing you just to see if you would live up to your promise. Instead of his expected reaction, he finds you smiling, something he'd only see when you were around your friends.

"Wipe that smile off of your face, bumblebee," he mutters.

"Didn't you say you didn't care about that class?" you quoted, a smirk slowly replacing your smile, "Why are you practicing the steps?"

Minho licked his lips. He was at a loss of words, nothing but the truth occupying his mind… Why the hell not?

"Because you care."

You blinked back at him, lips parting and meeting several times as you tried to find the right words to say. The silence was deafening. "What?"

"Because you care," Minho repeated. He kept his expression still, eyeing you, trying to figure out how you were taking this in.

How would he further explain it? He didn't know. All he knew was that ever since that specific moment between the both of you the other day, he took it upon himself to better his partner dancing. He didn't want anyone else knowing, not you, and especially not his housemates, which was why he chose to stay up late to do this; it was the real reason why he had shown up late to class.

You weren't sure if it was because it was quiet, but you could easily hear your heartbeat as it quickened. You try to cover up the fact that you wanted to freak out, "I don't know whether I should laugh or–"

"Yeah, whatever, shouldn't have told you in the first place," he mumbles. For some reason, he felt his heart lub-dub in a way that it shouldn't. He frowned and sighed, "Just forget it."

"Wait, Minho," you call quietly. He stopped in his tracks and turned, partially facing the wall and facing you. He stared back at you with a vacant look, waiting for you to say something. If you weren't going to be saying something nice, he didn't want to hear it after exposing himself like that.

"'Because you care?'" you frowned, "You can't just say that and leave." You already made up a possible answer to the countless questions through your mind, but it was still unclear whether or not that was it.

"What else do you want me to say?" Minho stuffs his hands into his pockets.

"I just want you to explain it," you reply quietly.

Minho glanced out the window sitting by you both before sitting down on its pane, "Remember that other day… when I told you I didn't care?" You nod and move closer to where he sat, unsure whether or not you should sit next to him or not, "I don't know… you were really serious back then… I guess I wasn't used to that. So I figured…"

There was a quick moment of silence before he huffs, almost sounding defeated.

"Did you know that I genuinely don't dislike you as much as you think I do?" He says out of the blue, throwing you off. You wanted to tell him to sleep it off again—why did moments like this always happen at night?

"I don't either," you say back, "At first I did… but I matured."

"I only ever argued with you out of amusement. You're the only person outside of Slytherin that could out-talk me and it bothered me for some reason," he laughed as if he recalled a memory.

"Me intimidating a Slytherin? Just wait til the others hear about this," you joke. He glanced towards your direction and saw a clever glint in your eye.

"Don't you dare," he holds back a smile before standing up to face you directly, "Or…"

"Or what?" You challenged, "Imagine how Seungmin would react! Donghyuck and Renjun? What about Yeosang and Wooyoung?" You start listing the other well-known Slytherins off of the top of your head, holding back a laugh as you watch Minho's face crumble into an expression that looks far too close to fear.

Minho recollects himself and shakes some sense into himself, "Or I'll make you go to the Yule Ball with me." He hadn't planned on asking you today, but the timing was perfect. It fit with the situation. If you were to react unfavourably, then he could just joke about it.

His question shut you up. Your eyes widened at him as you processed what he had used as a threat, "What if I want to go to the Yule Ball with you?"

Minho takes a step towards you, a smirk appearing on his lips. His confidence was skyrocketing, and you can tell, "Then I guess it's a date?"

Rolling your eyes, you let a smile grace softly onto your lips, nodding, "It's a date."

Bonus:

"I told you to wear something with gold," you whined jokingly as you were greeted with Minho, who had completely dodged your request. Instead of the black and gold look you were going for, he decided to wear a black suit that had traces of emerald. As much you wanted to match with your date, you had to admit that he still looked as handsome as ever in the attire. He looked like a prince.

"And look like a Hufflepuff? No thanks," he scoffed teasingly. He pulls out a corsage, one that matches the clothes he wore, tying it gently around your wrist, "You look very beautiful."

"Well, you look very handsome."

Minho laughed as he sticks out his forearm, a brow raised in your direction. Music being played by the live band had been spilling out of the ballroom; the voices of everyone attending gave the ball more life. It was exciting.

"Minho!" Seungmin had called. Felix, who had slipped from your side the moment Minho approached you, was standing by Seungmin, smiling brightly. He had been hyping you up the entire night, telling you that there should be nothing to worry about.

He was right.

"Shall we?" Minho asked. It was cheesy, but it worked.

"We shall."

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dreamescapeswriting · 3 years

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Once In A Lifetime ~ BC [M]

WORD COUNT: 3K

GENRE: Smut…just…it’s just smut DRABBLE [written when i had writers block so it’s not great. im sorry]

PAIRING: Bang Chan x Fem!Reader - with the boys occasionally imputing…a lot of input from the boys okay…Might as well be an ot8 fic

WARNINGS: Daddy kink, an embarrassing moment at a fan meet leads to something you never thought would happen in a life time that being said. This is awful. I did this so bad I’m sorry. It’s my first time writing something for all nine of them at the same time…

To say you were nervous would be an understatement, you'd been dreaming of this day for years and now you were finally here. After saving up all your money and finally getting tickets in a spot close to you you were able to meet the people that made you happiest in life.

"You made this?" Felix asked as he took the small plushie into his hand and held it up to his face as he looked at you,

"I did, I hope you like it." He smiled leaning down to sign your album and poster and then going back to the stuffed version of a sun you'd made in your free time. You'd created something for each of them to make sure you could give them something special and handmade from the heart. Felix had a stuffed sunshine, Minho's was a cat, Seungmin had a puppy, Changbin had a pig/rabbit combination, Jeongin had a fox, Jisung had a squirrel and you'd made Hyunjin a Llama with a cute hat.

"I love him, I'm going to have to find somewhere in the dorms to display him." He chuckled holding onto your hand for your remaining time together. The one you were most nervous for was coming up, Chan smiled at you as you stepped in front of him and reached into your small bag and pulled out a wolf.

"Oh my gosh!" He took it from you carefully and turned it around as he admired it, the small toy even had a small collar around its neck that had Chan's name on it.

"He's adorable, did you name him?" He chuckled sitting him beside him and telling staff he wanted to keep the small wolf there,

"While I was making him he was called wolfie," He smiled signing your album, you took a deep breath and he looked up at you.

"Do you want me to sign your album?" His eyes made you melt as you stared back at them and you nodded,

"Yes daddy," The words slipped out before you could even process what you were saying and they may have gone unnoticed by everyone around you but not by Chan who was now smirking as he felt blood rushing to his trousers. He licked his lips signing your poster and then writing something down on a piece of paper and handing it to you as he held your hand.

"How's your day been?" He asked casually knowing he didn't have long with you but he wanted longer which was why his hotel room number was in your hand and he was praying you would come to see him.

"B-Brilliant, yours?" He smiled nodding his head at you as he licked his lip,

"Very interesting today," The time was up and he winked at you pointing to your hand as you slipped away from them, you looked into your palm to see his signature along with his room number on a piece of paper. You glanced back and he was winking at you before going back to talk to another fan in front of him.

This had to be some kind of joke, didn't it? You walked up to the door debating about knocking on it, it could have just been some kind of joke that you didn't understand. Your gut was telling you to knock but the rest of your body was already turning away,

"Going somewhere, baby girl?" You looked up to see Chan walking towards you from the elevator, he was alone as he made his way over to you. Your mouth began to open and close as you tried to think of something to say to him,

"You're going shy on me now? After what you called me at the fan sign?" He licked his lips, he'd done nothing but imagine himself railing you since he heard the word slip from your mouth and he could tell you were picturing it now when he called you baby girl.

"You can say no at any time," He whispered, you looked up at him shaking your head.

"Say no to what?" You teased as he ran his hand over your cheek smirking as you tried to play the innocent one after calling him daddy right in front of everyone,

"You know what baby girl, don't play innocent." Every time he called you the nickname shivers ran down your body and you grew wetter.

"I can tell by the way you're clenching your thighs together, you're dying for me to touch you...Do you want that?" You nodded slowly and he kissed your head pulling you towards the hotel room he'd given you the number to and he let himself inside.

"Guys, meet Y/n." Your heart swelled as he remembered your name and then you realized you were in a room filled with all of the boys, all of them staring at you.

"Y/n is here because...Well, she called me daddy and I couldn't exactly let her walk away." Your eyes widened as he outed you to the rest of the boys in the room but they didn't even seem to mind that you were there.

"C-Chan?" You stuttered as he ran his hand across your lower back making you nervous as you felt his hand slide to your ass, you were enjoying this a lot more than you probably should have been in a room full of boys.

"Have fun Hyung," Minho smirked watching as Chan led you through to his room just off from the main area, inside were two double beds and sitting on one of them was the small wolf you'd given to Chan.

"You kept him?" You whispered looking at the stuffed toy and smiling,

"A very pretty girl gave it to me, of course, I kept it." He whispered coming up behind you and kissing your neck, you bit down on your lip as he began to kiss up to your jaw turning you around to kiss your lips softly. Instantly it was like sparks flew from you, your arms wrapped around the back of his neck to bring him closer to you and he smirked against your lips.

"So needy aren't you?" You had a new-found-confidence so you just nodded at him not wanting to waste time anymore,

"You can say no at any time and I'll stop," He whispered running his hands over the edge of your top, lifting it from your body to reveal the bra you were wearing. He groaned at the sight of you in front of him,

"Even better than I thought," You began to feel your cheeks heat up so you reached for his shirt not wanting to be the only one shirtless, unbuttoning it and running your cold fingers over his abs making you whimper at the small touch.

"You like?" You nodded and he pulled you back into a passionate kiss, it was like your whole body was on fire as he began to strip you from the trousers you were wearing and gently laid you down on the bed behind you.

"I bet you've watched all those videos of me saying baby girl haven't you?" He questioned running his fingers slowly down to the waistband of your panties, pulling them and letting them snap back against your skin you let out a hiss,

"Answer me, baby girl," You whimpered nodding your head at him,

"I have daddy," He felt himself grow harder and he rewarded you by removing your underwear and running a finger between your folds.

"Dripping wet for me," He whispered kissing you softly as he sunk one finger into your core, softly pushing it in and out of you not wanting to go too rough with you yet,

"M-More," You whispered bucking your hips up making him chuckle,

"Needier than I thought, I love that princess," He added a second finger into you and began picking up the pace of his fingers. Your head pushed back into the mattress as he continued to finger you on the bed.

You whimpered looking at the shadows by the door, you could tell the boys were listening. Chan slowed his fingers down noticing what you had,

"Don't you think it's unfair?" He questioned kissing down your chest and then back to your lips,

"W-What?" You whimpered not wanting him to slow his fingers down but he nodded at the door,

"A true fan would never leave them out...Would they?" Your eyes glazed over at the thought of the boys coming into the room.

"N-No they wouldn't." You stuttered out, he felt you clench around his fingers and he smirked,

"Changbin! Jisung! Come here," His fingers slipped out of you and you whined in defeat as he moved away from you and watched as the 2nd and 3rd member of 3racha walked into the room to find you leg spread on the bed for them,

"We thought it would be unfair to leave you all out," He smirked at the boys who were already hard through their trousers,

"Go on baby girl, tell them what you want..." Chan kissed and sucked on your neck as you stared at the boys,

"I-I want to suck Hannie and Changbin-"

"I think I can guess what you want Changbin to do," Chan smirked watching as you bit down on your lip,

"Fastest rapper meaning fastest tongue right?" Chan questioned running his hands over your breasts as you nodded at him, Changbin sunk to his knees in front of you on the edge of the bed and pulled you closer.

"Good girl," Chan whispered as you let out a long moan. Changbin's lips attached to your clit as he began diving his tongue in and out of you looking up at you as Jisung took his member from his boxers,

"Such a good girl," Chan cooed in your ear as you began stroking Chan in your hand and taking Han into your mouth starting off slow recreating the slow movements Changbin was doing.

"Faster Hyung, s-she's really good at this." You smirked around Jisung who placed his hands into your hair, bucking up a little so he could hit the back of your throat. You swallowed around him creating a tight feeling and he twitched,

"O-Oh shit, don't." He mumbled not wanting this to be over but Changbin's tongue began to move skillfully as you moaned around Jisung's length, swallowing the precum dripping from him as you pulled off him, licking the tip and sucking on it as you pumped him in your hand.

"F-Fuck!" You whimpered as three fingers were pushed into your core along with Changbin's tongue. At the door, Felix and Minho were watching and stroking themselves at the sight of you being fucked by 3racha like this. Chan was stood to the side directing the boys on how to do something if they got it wrong,

"C-Close." Your voice broke as you whimpered to Chan and he nodded at you,

"Cum for them princess," Han grunted as you took him back into your mouth moving your head faster each time you got closer to your release,

"Shit," He grunted holding you down on his length as he finished into your throat, watching you swallow every drop as Minho came into his fist grunting out a mumble of your name and curse words going to clean up.

"C-Changbin!" You cried out as your hips bucked against his mouth, your toes curling as you cried out his name and rode out your high on his tongue.

"Ugh fuck," You heard Felix grunt as he came onto his own hand making you giggle at the sight of him looking so tired,

"You're enjoying this baby girl?" Chan questioned coming down to wipe your mouth with a tissue before he kissed you softly.

Hyunjin was pumping himself with one hand while he used his thumb on your clit, you were focussing on pumping both Seungmin and Jeongin in your hands as they looked down at you grunting out your name as you moaned.

"I want you to cum all over me," You moaned out feeling Chan's fingers dip inside of your while Hyunjin continued to rub circles on your clit. Not one of them had fucked you properly yet because Chan told them that it was for him only, he wanted to be the one to fuck you senseless but you were already losing your mind over having them be here with you touching you the way they were.

"Hyung I can't-" Jeongin moaned out as he began to thrust into your hand, you opened up your mouth wanting to catch anything you could from him and the sight tipped him over the edge as he came onto your exposed tits and face. A few strings hitting your tongue. He went to move away but you pulled him back, cleaning his length off with your mouth before he walked away from you.

"That so fucking hot," Seungmin mumbled looking at you as you turned to look at him, opening your mouth waiting for him to cum for you.

"You want to cum for me Seungmin? You wanna cum in my mouth or my tits?" You had no idea where the confidence was coming from but you didn't care, Seungmin just nodded as an answer as he watched you curling your tongue up for him.

"Cum in my mouth Seungie," He grunted pushing his tip into your mouth, you swirled your tongue around the tip as he came into your mouth, the strings of his hot cum hitting your throat but you made to swallow every drop. The sight was enough to make Hyunjin cum onto his hand from where he stood,

"F-Fuck Hyung she's perfect." He groaned getting up and walking out of the room, the door shut and you were left alone with Chan.

"Your turn daddy," You breathed out looking at him as he smirked at you,

"I've been imagining railing you all day baby girl," He knew for a fact he'd never be able to last as long as he normally would with someone since he'd watched you be fucked by everyone else but he would do his best to make you cum one last time for him.

"You sure you can handle me?" You nodded at him as he took himself from his trousers, he was much bigger than the rest of them had been and the sight of him being so hard made your mouth water.

"Need you, daddy," You whimpered running your hands down to your clit as you began rubbing yourself softly for him spreading your legs more so give him the perfect view but he growled at you.

"Don't touch, mine," He muttered lining himself at your entrance and rubbing his red hot tip along your folds, you felt so good already.

"I wasn't yours when you shared me with the boys," You teased and he pushed into your roughly making you cry out, your mouth hanging open as he kept himself at your hilt,

"You're fucking mine, you called me daddy not them." He grunted thrusting in and out of your roughly, putting your leg over his shoulder so he could fuck into your deeply. Not stopping for a second as the animalistic side of him took over and he lost himself in the feeling of you.

"So fucking warm and wet for me baby girl," You couldn't even manage words as he continued to fuck into that one spot that made you feel like you were floating on a cloud.

"Daddy!" You screamed gripping onto his broad shoulders as he continued to thrust in and out of you ruthlessly, you were able to mumble small swear words and the occasional whine. He chuckled seeing you like this, completely fucked out.

"So fucked out for me baby girl," He kissed you softly, sucking on your neck as his fingers began rubbing your clit in circles. You hissed at the stimulation, you'd been touched so much that night you were starting to feel the effects of it.

"Close daddy. I'm so fucking close!" He smirked hearing you cry out the name for him and nodded at you,

"Cum for me baby, but tell me where you want me to cum first." You shook your head not wanting this experience to end, you were so afraid of waking up and having it all be a dream. You just wanted him to fuck you all night.

"Fill me up...I-I'm on the pill, Fill me up daddy, fuck your load into me." His hips began to pick up speed again and you whimpered as a white light began to cloud your vision. Your orgasm hitting you like a 50-ton truck, your legs were shaking as you gushed around Chan making it hard to move inside of you thanks to your clenching. But he grunted out your name cumming into you deeply and not moving as you both panted heavily,

"Baby girl, that was amazing," He whispered kissing your forehead softly as you panted, he pulled out of you making you whine at the feeling of being empty after being so full.

"N-No," You yawned out tiredly wanting more of him but he just chuckled pushing you back on the bed and pulling the sheets to cover your body wanting you to be as warm as possible.

"Get some sleep."

The next morning you stretched out in the bed and frowned as you looked around, you were in a single bed and alone.

"F-Fuck," You whimpered realizing you were back in your own hotel room and that the whole thing had been a dream, one of the best dreams you could have possibly had. You sat up in the bed hissing as a sore pain ran through you,

"Don't move yet, you'll still be sensitive from last night." You almost fell out of the bed when Chan came out of the bathroom carrying the small kettle from your hotel room and going to make a hot drink.

"C-Chan? It wasn't-"

"A dream? No baby girl, it wasn't a dream." You swallowed the lump in your throat and looked down at yourself, you were wearing a plain black hoodie you knew wasn't his and you looked back at him.

"You didn't think I'd leave you here alone after last night did you? I grabbed your key from your bag, I thought you’d be comfier here." You bit your lip and he walked closer to you, sitting on the edge of the bed and kissing your head softly.

"I ran a nice hot bath for us, I'll order some food when we get out to help get your strength back up. You're going to need it," You went to question what he meant when he kissed you softly.

Tagline: @taestannie @peachyhan @jooniesdarlingdimples

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moonlightchn · 3 years

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𝖂𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖜𝖔𝖑𝖋 𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖘 𝕽𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖘 🌗

He's fucked. Oh boy, does Chris know he's fucked. Chan's tense, worked up scent is filling the car; the way he grips onto the wheel, knuckles white for the strength applied is concerning, to say the least; even the speed he's driving at is unlike him. Chris knows that as soon as he dares open his mouth, the older boy will lash out at him. And, does he deserve it? Definitely. But does he want to hear it right now? Not really. Not like he has a choice, anyway.

See, Chan arrived about an hour later at the location, a really clean and well cared for neighborhood on the next town over. You know, trimmed grass, tall trees, heated sidewalks and porch lights. That kind. The kind that gave away just so much for him to know. And Chan knew where he was. And he hated being there. But you don't turn on your pack, that's the first rule he learned back in the day. You don't turn on your pack, so he doesn't turn on Chris. Ever. Not even when he deserves it. So there they were, two wolves on hunter territory. Wonderful, right? And Chris... He was just waiting on the sidewalk, ass on the floor and cigarette in hand, just casually sitting as if he wasn't surrounded by potential threats. As if he wasn't risking his life. Their lives.

"What happened." The blonde asks, eyes on the road as he focuses on staying on the right lane. The question is sudden, taking the black wolf by surprise. Chris certainly didn't expect Chan to talk first, or sound so calm. He clears his throat slightly, hand playing with his rings as he looks out the window, humming.

"I couldn't. I..." Sighing, Chris head lowers, what happened, uh? "They have families... They... They have families now. Kids, partners... I couldn't. Couldn't take from them what they took from me. Couldn't bring myself to" Couldn't? Or didn't want to? What was stopping him anyway, right? He was already there, came all the way. "I wouldn't have been able to. It didn'tfeel right. It was... Was not what I wanted... Y'know?" What would little Hannah and Lucas think of him if he had done it?

"Did they see you?" Its simple questions. Simple questions that he can't reply. Did they see him? Hell if he knows. Was he careful? As much as if wearing five maracas on his neck. Will they come after him? That was always a possibility anyway, wasn't it? The eldest sighs at the silence, head shaking and eyes not even looking for Chris once. "You worried a lot of people. Did not just put yourself on the line but everyone else too. Do you understand that? Could've gotten me killed for making me come here- Do not interrupt me." The black wolf looks away again, mouth closing and eyes focusing on the road. The blonde is right, anyway. What was he going to say? No?

"You keep doing the same bullshit, man. Over and over and over again. Do you not get it? Do you really not understand? Don't see how much we care for you? How much you mean? You think I would've come all the way here for you otherwise? You keep giving people hopes, you keep promising things, promising change, painting yourself a victim everyone has to love and understand and put up with and accept the way it is! That's not how it works, Christopher! You keep saying you're trying but you're not even doing the bare minimum!" The car stops abruptly, both boys bouncing slightly on their seats and Chan lays back a little, hands rubbing his face. He's frustrated, tired, mad. Worried. He is, overall, worried. And Chris can feel it. He can smell it. He can see it.

"I know. And I'm sorry. I know I haven't been the best... It's... It's just not easy. I want to be better but... What's the point? What do I have left? I keep thinking... I keep thinking maybe I should just go away. Disappear, y'know? Grab my stuff and let people move on, live their lives. I'm dead weight anyway, I just c-"

"Shut up!" Its not a scream, really. Not like the ones before, at least. This one is filled with pain, and hurt, and anger. The golden wolf shifts on his seat, hand reaching to grab onto the others face, forcing him to look him in the eyes. "You don't get to do this! You dont get to victimize yourself with me and pity yourself. How many times do I need to go over this with you? I did not, and I repeat, I did NOT take you in for you to give up. You are NOT giving up. Do you hear me? You don't get to turn your back on me, on Channie, on Changbin and Irene and Jongho and Felix and Chungha and everyone who ever dared to give at least a cent for you. You don't have the right to walk away." Chan lets go, the other wolf's head slightly turning at the force as his eyes wander down, anywhere else but the boy in front of him. "So pull yourself together and find a reason. A motive. Whatever the fuck you need. This bullshit of yours ends here."

Not a single word is spoken after that, the remaining of the ride being spent in silence, the quietness of the night and the awkward tensions sitting in the backseat the only company for the boys. At home, that's what Chan calls it, home, awaits Channie with three cups of tea. At a night club on the other side of the city awaits a concerned black haired woman. Close to the suburbs awaits a short boy a new mixtape. At a shelter downtown awaits a cheetah hybrid, on the carnival at the other end a freckled boy...

Pull himself together. That's what he needs to do. For them and himself. No more running, right? No more hiding. He doesn't need revenge, or violence. He doesn't need to hold onto his past. Pull himself together and let go.

It's not going to be easy, but what would he lose trying to get there?

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radiorenjun · 4 years

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Lavender Antics

→ Pairing: Han Jisung x Reader

→ Summary: Shooting in a drama with him was your absolute nightmare. Working with your enemy and pretending that you were love interests has been the most frustrating experience of your life. Though, after saying your farewells, the scent of lavender never leaves.

→ Warnings: Explicit Language. Antics. Mentions of insecurity. Alcohol, Making out. Suggestive?

→ Chapters: 4, 5, 6

As Jeongin continued to play with Jisung's switch, Jisung stared at the ceiling with his hands behind his head as he layed down on the bed next to his best friend. Jeongin noticed how disturbingly quiet Jisung had gotten since he called him out at the bus stop.

Jeongin tried his best to get a reaction out of Jisung without him being too obvious to see if he was just spacing out because of a horror scene he probably came across on YouTube or if something had really upset his friend to get him sighing exasperatedly every 13 seconds.

Jeongin gave out loud reactions as he played his game, chewing his snacks as loudly as possible and fidgeting around the king-sized bed next to the spaced out boy, but nothing exept an exasperated sigh was released from the squirrel-looking boy.

Jeongin gave out a dramatic exhausted sigh, putting down the switch on the table and sitting up on the bed with a snack on his lap. "Alright, hyung. What's wrong? This is literally killing me." Jeongin asked, with a perplexed expression.

"What? Seeing me all sad boy?" Jisung mumbled, not tearing his gaze away from the ceiling. "No, you're literally killing me in this game because of your loud ass earthshaking sighs." Jeongin stated simply, laying his chin against his palm cheekily.

Jisung's brows furrowed as he turned his head to look at his friend smiling innocently. He rolled his eyes and continued to stare at the ceiling, getting lost in his thoughts once again. "Alright, all jokes aside. What's actually wrong, hyung? You haven't been this quiet since Minho and Felix got eliminated in the survival show." Jeongin asked.

"Promise not to be a childish dick about what I'm bout to spill?" Jisung muttered, avoiding his friend's eyes. "Unless you did a really hilarious stunt that caused you to slip and fall, no promises." Jeongin joked, earning a small hit from his friend.

"I'm serious, dude!" Jisung exclaimed, sitting up on his bed. "Okay, okay! What's up?" Jeongin raised his hands up defensively with a shocked expression. "I.. I made y/n upset." Jisung spoke hesitantly.

Jeongin's brows furrowed as his lips formed into a small frown. "And your point is?" he asked, confused at what's the problem. "What do you mean 'my point is'?! I made her upset!" Jisung exclaimed, giving Jeongin a nudge.

"Come on, hyung. I know you're a dumbass but surely your ass isn't dumb enough to not realize that you make her upset basically on a daily basis." Jeongin shrugged as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Which, it was at that exact moment.

"No, you prick. I made her cry!" Jisung exclaimed, falling back into his pillows and burying his face into the soft fabric. Now, this got Jeongin's full attention.

"What? How? Did you make her smell your feet or something?" he asked, earning an annoyed look from Jisung. "Okay, okay! I'm sorry. But what happened?" he exclaimed, taking a pillow as a shield as he saw Jisung ready to go out on him.

"Well," Jisung sat up again, pulling his hood on and pulling on the strings as he plays with them in between his fingers. "She was being rather quiet and I got bored, I tried to get a reaction out of her like always but she kept quiet. So I pestered her the whole day until she finally snapped."

"And when she snapped, I just kept on going and going but then she screamed at me in the middle of the streets and she was crying. Then she just stomped away to walk to the hotel herself." Jisung shrugged sadly, guilt filling his stomach as he recalled your teary eyes.

"Dude. That's fucked up. Didn't you know the poor girl's grandma passed away?" Jeongin tsked in disappointment, folding his arms and shaking his head. His actions reminded Jisung of Bang Chan in this sort of situation. Man, he misses that guy.

"What? Her fucking grandma died?!" Jisung exclaimed in shocked, guilt filling him up even more. "Dude, no one told me!" Jisung ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "Didn't you hear Yeoreum telling us, more specifically you, to leave her along to grief this morning at the makeup room?" Jeongin scolded.

"I couldn't hear shit! I had airpods on!" Jisung groaned. "So that's why she was so damn sad the whole day! Fuck, I should've just left her alone before she snapped." Jisung whined, collapsing to his pillows once again. He felt like shit. He was the type to joke around but he didn't mean to make people cry when doing so.

"You fucked up bad, buddy." Jeongin patted his hyung's back, grabbing the switch as he leaned against the headboard to leave his friend wallow in the pit of guilt of his own actions. Jeongin's eyes darted from his switch to his friend who was dramatically sulking into his pillows.

"I fucking said, 'you're acting as if somebody fucking died'. I'm a jackass, fuck." Jisung's voice was muffled by the thick fabric but audible enough for his maknae to hear him. Jeongin let out a groan, "my fucking God."

He scratched his head, "if your dramatic ass really feel that guilty, you could just be a normal person, which I doubt you are, and you know. Apologize." Jeongin suggested in a tone that stated the obvious.

Jisung's head shot up in excitement, his eyes wide. "Right! Apologizing existed! Dude, you're a genius!" Jisung grabbed Jeongin's shoulders and shook him vigorously. Jeongin gave him a double chin disgusted frown, pushing his friend's hands off of him.

"It's called thinking. You should try it sometime." he replied shortly. "Wait, but how am I suppose to do that?" Jisung asked with a pout. "I don't know man. That's your problem. Seriously, I came here to hang out and use your switch as if it were my own. Not act like Channie-hyung and become a dad, ew gross." Jeongin shivered in disgust at the thought.

"Don't you have your own switch, though?" Jisung's brows furrowed in confusion. "Well yeah, but you have more games." Jeongin shrugged with a grin. "Bruh, if you want my games so much just borrow some." Jisung shoved Jeongin who gave a small laugh.

"Really? Okay, then. Adios, my dude." Jeongin grabbed Jisung's switch and quickly exited his room before his friend could chase after him. "I didn't mean you could take my switch! JEONGIN. HEY-" Jisung shouted before he heard the door click shut.

Jisung bit his lip as he stood in front of your hotel room door with a bag of your favourite drink in hand and some onigiri and mochis in the other bag. Without wasting another second, he knocked on your door and patiently waited for you to open the door.

His foot tapping against the carpet floor as he heard small footsteps from the other side of the door. The door clicked open, revealing you in your pajamas looking all sleepy. You looked at him with a blank unamused expression, gazing at him from his small smile to the sole of his sneakers tapping impatiently on the carpet floor.

You closed the door as if he was just a person walking by, but he stuck his foot in to hault the door from closing. "Y/N-" Jisung started before he let out a small noise as he felt you push harder against the door. "Fuck off." you mumbled in a hoarse exhausted voice.

"Y/N, hear me out." Jisung tried to reason as he pushed the door back with his foot as hard as he can as you both fought against the door. "No, you and your donkey personality can just fuck off!" you exclaimed, putting your back into closing that damn door.

"I brought you your favorite drink, mochis and onigiris! What more do you want in order for you to hear me out for just two seconds?" Jisung exclaimed, feeling you hault your movements at the mention of your favorite foods.

"You what?" your head poked out of the doorway as you eyed him suspiciously, realizing that he was carrying a bag of your favourite foods in his hands. "Why?" you asked with a raise of your brow.

Jisung opened his mouth to say something but closed his mouth when he realised that he doesn't know what to say now that he finally grew some balls to apologize after sulking for thirty minutes in his room. 'Fuck,' he thought, 'I didn't fully think this through.'

"Well?" you raised your brow, gesturing him to continue with his words. "I... I heard bout your grandma and I just wanna say I'm sorry for being an inconsiderate asshole and I want to say my deepest condolences to you. Please accept these foods as a token of my apology so we can go back to being friends again." Jisung blabbered, avoiding eye contact as he shyly spoke, his ears turning red involuntarily.

Your eyebrows raised in surprise as he stretched out his hand to give you the bags. "You're here for that? And you consider me as your friend!?" you exclaimed, dumbfounded at the boy's actions infront of you.

Jisung's brows furrowed as he looked up at you with an offended look, "of course I consider you as a friend! You don't consider me as one?" he pouted, his hands going down as his expression saddened.

"Well, with your fucking attitude towards me I thought you had some sort of grudge against me as if my ancestor killed yours or something." you shrugged. "The ancestors thing might be a possibility. But you're funny when you get riled up. I never hated you, y/n. I felt like shit when I saw you cr-" he whined.

"Don't even say that word, I was being sentimental and emotional." you cut him off and cringed the embarrassing memory of crying dramatically in public. "Okay, sheesh. What Im saying is, I'm sorry for going too far with my antics and I want you to have this." he handed you the bags with a small smile.

You bit your lip as you accepted the bags in your hand and gave him a smile. "You're alright, Jisung." you nodded. "Does that mean you forgive me?" Jisung grinned, stepping closer to you as he practically towered over you.

"Dude, I forgave you three seconds ago. Go to sleep its like 11 PM, we have to shoot scenes first thing in the morning tomorrow." you chuckled, putting down the bags on the floor and gently pushed him, eliciting a laugh from him.

"Alright. Alright. Good night," Jisung giggled as he walked towards his door. "Goodnight to you too, Han. Thanks for the food by the way." you smiled, leaning so you could see him standing infront of his doorway, giving him a small wave before getting inside and closing your door.

You picked up the bags and lay them on your nightstand, checking to see what that ridiculous boy had bought you. Something inside caught your eye as you reached a hand down the bag and pulled out the object in sight.

You bit your lip, smiling as you saw a bouquet of lavender wrapped together with a small silk, some small carnations adding some colour to the bouquet. That boy really is something.

Jisung leaned back to see you pick up the bag he brought you before closing your hotel door. He sighed to himself, biting back a smile as he thought bout your reaction to his small gift inside.

He noticed how you kept looking in awe at the lavenders nearby, longing to pick one of them so he went down to the nearest bouquet shop and bought the most eye-catching lavender bouquet they had.

He chuckled to himself, wishing he could see your reaction when you see his gift as he fidget his hands around his pockets to pull out his key card to his room. He soon frowned when he doesn't feel his card anywhere in his pockets.

He pulled out his wallet to check if his card was there. Unfortunately, it wasn't there. He locked himself out. 'Fuck my life.' he thought before jogging down the hall to Jeongin's room where he knocked nervously.

Jeongin opened the door with his bed hair looking like an untamed mane as he squinted sleepily at his friend. "Hey Jeongin-" Jisung greeted nervously before Jeongin shut the door to his face.

"Asshole!" Jisung exclaimed in a soft voice but loud enough for the younger boy to hear him from the other side of the door. Jisung clicked his tongue as he pulled out his phone and dialed the only person he knew who could help him.

"Manager-nim! My favorite hyung! How are you?" he laughed as he walked towards his manager's room nervously. "You're gonna be laughing your eyes out when you hear me out. So. I got a little problem..."

I was so motivated to write with all the comments that wanted me to make more of Lavender Antics like Bruh I didnt think this would be so popular💞💞😳😭

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sparklyafterdark · 5 years

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[08142019 "My dick isn't that big, you can handle it." and "That's it baby, you're doing great." Felix]

This totally isn't what you expected, but you love it. What more can you ask for? That cute guy you've been eyeing in Humanities class is sitting right there on your couch with you straddling his lap, his lips on your neck and his smooth hands roaming your body.

Well, maybe you lied a bit about not expecting this to happen.

We’ll just finish this paper and we’re done.

You both knew that was a joke. You both wanted it to happen even if it was only your subconscious deciding for you. You haven’t gotten laid in months, and maybe it was just your body talking, being so desperate and needy for something more than touching yourself under the covers. If you really wanted that damn project done, you would have taken him to the library or the study hall and not your dorm room. If he really just wanted to get some studying done, he wouldn’t have said yes.

Felix is one of those guys you didn’t think would notice you in the first place and it’s not like he was always under your radar. Though he’s always been nice and friendly to everyone, he had his own circle of friends and all, and you’ve never exchanged more than a few words and passing glances. So when you were talking about where to meet up, both of you were surprised you suggested going to your room instead, but he agreed it was a good idea anyway.

The way Felix’s eyes crinkled when he giggled at you listing all the snacks you had in your room had you feeling some type of way. And how convenient is it that your roommate was out on a date? Perfect.

Gosh. Who knew the sound of his deep voice making the loveliest soft sighs as you grind on his lap would be this addicting? If that’s how he sounds like while you’re making out, thinking about how he sounds when he’s fucking you makes you even needier than you already are. He catches your lips in a kiss again, teeth grazing your bottom lip before swiping his tongue over the swollen spot he has just bitten, hands slipping under your shirt to caress your back and your sides and stopping just below your bra once he felt the underwire hit his hands.

"Go ahead, remove it if you want to,” You pull away breathless from his lips for a second and watch Felix’s eyes widen at your suggestion, and a playful smile quickly forms on his lips. He didn’t hesitate to lift your shirt and throw it to the floor, doing the same with his own garment. Fuck, you just want to lick and leave love bites all over those perfectly toned abs. His impatient hands don’t even wait to remove your bra before cupping your breasts, only lifting it at first so he can start sucking on your nipples while he undoes the hooks at the back.

Desperate for more friction between your legs, you rut against his lap even harder than before, feeling your underwear soaking through your shorts as you grind on his clothed erection.

"You look so cute like that darling,” Felix hums as his lips briefly let go of one of your nipples but his free hand continuing to play with the other. "Need more?”

"You fucking tease, I’ll get back at you, you’ll see.” You breathe out and pull on his hair. "Bed, now,”

He kisses you again, even hungrier this time, not breaking contact as he carries you by the thighs and drops you gently to the edge of the bed. For someone who isn’t very big, he is surprisingly strong.

You waste no time pulling him by the drawstrings on his light grey sweatpants showing off his dick print and making you drool even more.

"Oh, you’re hungry, I see,” He smiles at you sweetly as he looks down at you, stroking your cheek and tucking your hair behind your ear, pulling your chin up with a thumb and forefinger to make you look at him.

With one hand on your cheek and the other undoing his drawstrings, Felix doesn’t tear his eyes off you as he takes off his pants and underwear in one go. You salivate at his length dripping in pre-cum, springing free and pointing right at your face.

"All yours baby,” Like the good girl you are, you grab the base of his cock and start pumping gently, lapping up the pre-cum leaking from his tip. As his breathing starts to speed up, you take more and more of his length into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and swallowing every time his tip hits the back of your throat.

"F-fuck, you’re so good at this," You hum contentedly around his length and his hips buck into your mouth the faster you suck, meeting your mouth with thrusts desperate for more friction, then suddenly stopping you with both hands gripping hard on your shoulders.

If he didn’t pull you away he'll be shooting down your throat. He's panting heavily, eyes shut tight and jaw hanging slightly open, trying really hard not to cum.

"Sorry, was that too much?" Felix only grunts and pushes you down the bed in response. Your underwear is off in a second, his tongue hungrily licking up your folds, lips sucking on your clit and fingers pumping and stretching out your entrance. His pace is frantic, groaning at how wet you are and so intent on making you even wetter.

You almost couldn't breathe at the pleasure and your heart feels like it’s going to jump out of your chest at the sight of Felix pulling away to put a condom on. He takes notice right away and stops as he's halfway through tearing the wrapper open with his teeth.

"Hey, babe, still ok? You look really… Nervous…" His eyes scan your face carefully in search of signs that maybe you didn't want to continue anymore. "Do you still wanna do this?" You want nothing more than Felix fucking you into oblivion but the way his forehead creases in concern calmed your heart a bit. What were you even so nervous about? Is it too much excitement? You didn’t really understand why your over-dramatic ass is making such a huge deal out of this either.

You laugh breathlessly and fall against the mattress, with Felix following suit and laying beside you.

"Lix, I'm okay, really, and I want this…" You roll over to your side so you're facing him. "I… I guess it's just that… I haven't… in a long time…"

"So that's what you were worried about," Felix breathed a sigh of relief and pulled you in for a kiss. "Don't worry, I'll take good care of you,"

"Uhm... Not really worried or scared? I don't know? I guess I was too excited that it made me look scared?" Well, fuck, that was embarrassing to admit, but the fact that Felix was willing to adjust and take care of you just made you want him more than you already do.

"My dick isn't that big, you can handle it," There's a hint of pride in his grin as he moved to straddle you.

"I'm pretty sure I can," You chuckle and grip the sheets tight and squeeze your thighs together as you watch him roll the condom on, opening your legs for him promptly as soon as he was done.

"You're so ready for me," His words paired with his fingers rubbing circles on your clit and spreading the wetness at your entrance made you squirm around so much and he had to hold your hips down. He holds your waist tight as he enters slowly, making you feel every bit of him, and your mouth falls into a silent scream as you feel his length filling you up.

Once he's confident that you've adjusted well enough, he starts moving and it's pure bliss.

So it is true what they say about dancer hips. They're fucking irresistible, slick movements capable of turning you into putty within seconds. He may not be that big but he surely made up for that in skill.

"That's it, baby, you're doing great," For a while, nothing could be heard in the room aside from your whimpers and his moans, your fingers running through his hair in an attempt to steady your breathing and his eyes locked on yours like he wants to remember all the faces and sounds you make while you're under him.

"S-so good, Lix- I'm-" Gradually, the pressure in your core gets closer and closer to its breaking point, every thrust threatening to push you off the edge.

"Really babe? Where? Where does it feel good?" He angles his thrusts expertly to hit where you need it most. "Right here?"

You cry out at the sudden jolt of heat and pleasure searing through your body, the clenching of your walls around his cock turning his hips into an uncoordinated mess. Things quickly take a messy turn as his movements get more and more relentless and it didn't take long until he pulls out to release on your stomach and breasts, both of you watching in awe at the thick ribbons of cum he's decorating your body with and dripping down the sheets.

"Shower?" Felix whispers and kisses the top of your head as he helps you clean up the mess he made on your body with tissues.

"Another round?" You give him a knowing look and he pinches your nose.

"I think you're forgetting why I came here in the first place,"

"Of course I remember!" You laugh and gather your clothes on the way to the shower, throwing him a suggestive look before closing the door, inviting him to join in. "Research paper and chill."

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sunnyie-eve · 4 years

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Somebody To Love (Part 21- Band Back Together)*Finale*

(Ben!RogerTaylor)

Words: 3367

Wanings: None

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1984

"Jim, the phone. It's important." I say walking into his office and he picks it up as I walk into the office. I wait till he ends the call and looks at me. "They want Queen to play at Live Aid." He says and I look at him, "But Fred... Paul always answers the phone and never tell him." He nods his head, "I still need to try. It's for an important cause." I nod my head and leave his office since it was time to head home for me. "Good luck, Jim."

When I get home I see Roger and Felix passed out in the couch. "Love you boys." I give them a kiss and Felix wakes up, "Mommy." He smiles at me wanting me to pick him up so I do. "Are you hungry? Did Daddy feed you?" I ask him and he says he's hungry. "Roger! You didn't feed your son!" I shout waking him up "WHAT?" He asks jumping up. "You didn't feed your son." I slap him upside the head. "Right, I'm supposed to do that." He rubs his head. "You are so stupid." I say walking to the kitchen with Felix.

As weeks past Jim still can't get a hold of Fred about Live Aid and was starting to give up on Queen performing for it. I worked late with Jim for a second night fixing papers and so on. "Alice, I think you should get home it's getting really late." He takes the papers away from me as the phone starts to ring. "It's Mary, she wants to talk to you." He says and I take the phone from him. "Hello Mary." I smile on the phone. "I had a terrible dream and I need to see and talk to Freddie about things. I really want you to come with me... tonight." She says and I nod my head, "If course I will." She thanks me, "I'll call a cab then come pick you up. Love you." She hangs up and I quickly get my things together. "What was that about?" Jim asks me. "Mary wants me to go somewhere with her. She coming to get me. "I need to tell Roger, I'll come home even later." I pick up the phone to call him.

When Mary get to the building she runs to me hugging me before we both run back to the car and we talk to each other on the way there. "Changing the topic, have you told anyone else that you're pregnant?" I ask her and she shakes her head. "Nope, just you still." Soon we get to Fred's and I tell her I'll wait in the car. "Good luck." She squeezes my hand going towards the house. As she was inside I see Paul show up with a bunch of people. "Oh I should get out and beat the shit out of him." I growl making the driver laugh. "Dislike him that much." He looks back at me. "You have no clue. He's made my life hell when working with the band." I smile at the man.

I see Mary coming back to the car and Fred following her. I jump out not caring about the rain opening the car door for her and give her a hug getting back in. Fred hold the door when she gets in, "I'm happy for you, Mary. I truly am. It's just... I'm frightened." He says to her. "You don't need to be. Because no matter what you are loved. By me, by Alice, by Brian, by Deaky, by Roger, your family." She tells him and I hold her hand. She tells him about how these people don't care about him and that Paul doesn't either. "You don't belong here, Freddie." I tell him and he looks at me now. "Come home." She tells him and he repeats her then nods his head before shutting the door. "You did well." I lay my head on her shoulders and she lays her head in mine.

I was watching the interview with Paul on the television in my office talking about Freddie and it was pissing me off. At least Mary going to see him made him realize that Paul was shit all along. I shake my head going to Jimin's office trying to calm down. As I walk in he hangs up the phone and looks at me. "That was Fred." He says and I sit down shocked. "He wants to sit and talk with the boys to make up. He said they're family and after all family has fights at times. I told him they are still upset with him, but he asked me to tell him. I think you should go tell them and talk them into coming." He says and I nod my head. "Yeah. I'll talk the guys into coming." I leave his office and head home to call the rest of the guys over.

"Why are you inviting the guys over again?" Roger asks me as I pace around the room. "I can't tell you right now. Just wait till they both get here." I sit down on the couch waiting. Soon they show up and I tell them all to sit down on the couch. "What's the important thing you need to tell us?" Brian asked. "It's about Freddie." Just the mention of his name made Roger mad. "What about him?" Deaky asked. "He called Jim today and wants to talk to you guys." Roger shakes his head no. "I know you guys are still upset with him but you guys are family." All three still don't talk.

"QUITE ACTING LIKE YOUR KIDS AGE! You three are grown ass adults who are not wanting to talk to someone who is trying to make up for what he's done!" I snap at them and they start to listen better. "You're right, We should let him say what he has to say." Brian says and the other two agree after him. "Do you forgive him for what he said?" Roger asks me and I nod my head. "Yes, and I saw the look on his face when I went with Mary to go see him. He knows he has nothing and he misses us.... his family. Now excuse me, I need to call Jim and tell you you three agreed."

Today the guys where meeting Freddie and they said they were going to run late on purpose. "Alice, darling... I'm so sorry what what I said to you that day." Fred apologize to me. "It's alright, I forgive you Freddie." He shakes his head. "You shouldn't so easily though. I was so cruel to you and called you something you weren't." I smile and shake my head, "It's alright, sometimes people say things they don't mean." He smiles at me as me, him, and Jim wait for the rest.

There was a knock at the door and I get up to go answer it letting the boys in. "Hi guys." Jin says as Brian walks in first. "Jim." Brian says and Roger gives me a kiss then I shut the door after Deaky. Everyone takes a seat Ana I decide to stand behind Roger for when they take. "I'll start." Fred says, "I've been hideous. I know that and... I deserve your fury. I've been conceded, selfish. Well, an asshole, basically." Fred tells them. "Strong beginning." Roger says and I slightly hit him. "Look, I'm happy to strip off my shirt and flagellate myself before you. Or rather, I could ask you a simple question." Fred says and Roger speaks again, "I'm good with the flagellation." Fred sighs and I hit Roger again.

"What's it gonna take for you all to forgive me?" Fred asks the boys. "Is that what you want Freddie. I forgive you. Is that it? Can we go now?" Brian say to him. "No. I went to Munich. I hired a bunch of guys. I told them exactly what to do... the problem was... they did it. No pushback from Roger, none of your rewrites, none of his funny looks, and no Alice around to make me laugh or give me ideas." We all stay quiet before he continues, "I need you... and you need me. Let's face it. We're not bad for four aging queens. So um, go ahead. Name your terms." He says looking at all three of them then at me. "Could you give us a moment? Please Fred." Brian says and Fred leaves the room.

"Why did you do that?" Deaky asks him. "I just felt like it." Brian says and we chuckle. "Well I leave you to it." Jim gets up to leave and I was going to follow but Roger holds me back, "Nope, you're part of this discussion too." I nod my head and go sit between Bri and Deaky. "What you guys say?" I ask them. "You were right when you called us over. He misses us and we're all family." Brian says and the other two agree with a head nod. "I'll call him back in." Deaky gets up going to the door. "You can come back in now, if you like." He smiles and I go stand by Jim's desk.

"We decided... What did we decide?" Roger looks at the other two. "From now on every song, no matter who wrote it, music, lyrics, it's by Queen. Not one of us, just Queen. All the money, all the credit, split four ways evenly." Deaky tells him and Fred agrees. "We have a problem with the people around you." Roger adds. "Paul is out. I fired him." And Deaky asks in what pertext and his response was villainy which I smile at. "Wha else?" Fred asks. "Bob Geldof." I say and Jim continues, "I called to convince him to squeeze you into the line up for Live Aid concert but he wants an answer now." He says and I finish, "You need to make a decision. Every ticket is sold. 100,00 at Wembley, 100,000 at JFK Stadium in Philadelphia, a global TV audience around the world of 150 countries, 13 satellites. The Olympic only had three." I explain to the band.

"We haven't played together in years. It would be suicidal for the first time in front of millions." Roger says. Brian starts to go on about how they are dinosaurs and then Jim names off everyone big and old who is playing. Fred begs the band to do it and they all agree in the end. "You did well with explaining to the band about how big this Live Aid Concert is." Jim congrats me and I smile as Roger walks over to me as the group leaves. "Ready to head home and pick up Felix?" He kiss my head, "Yeah, Bye Jim." He smiles at me," Bye Alice and Roger."

"Did you know about the whole Paul being gone? I saw you smile at that part." Roger asks me as we get in the lift. "Yeah, I saw Paul talking about Freddie in an interview about how he's not the same anymore." He nod his head. "I love you." I give him a kiss, "I love you too."

At the moment the guys were practicing for Live Aid and Freddie was having trouble singing. Deaky stops playing and Freddie agrees calls it quits for the day since his throat was hurting him. "Well still got a week." Roger says walking over to me so I slide off the piano meeting him halfway. "Just need a little more practice." I says wrapping my arm around Roger. "Get a drink Taylor's?" Deaky asks us. "Yeah, there's a nice little pub down the road actually." Roger answers him before I could say something. "Can I come?" Brian asks making the guys joke about how you have to be invited while I shake my head at them.

"Before you leave, Could I have a second?" Fred turns to us. "Yeah. What's up?" Roger asks holding me in his arms. "I got it." Fred says and we are all a little confused but deep down I had a feeling that I didn't want to believe. "Got what?" Deaky asks making Fred say ADIS like I didn't want to hear. "I wanted you to hear it from me." He says making me heart break. "Fred, I'm so sorry." Brian says and he stops him. "For right now it's between us. So please, If any of you fuss about it or frown about it, or even worse of all of you bore me with your sympathy that's just seconds wasted." I get out of Rogers loss arms to get next to him since Deaky started to tear up and I couldn't help it either.

"Freddie fucking Mercury." Freddie says as I squeeze John's hand as tears fell down his face and so did my so he squeezed back. "You're a legend, Fred." Roger tells him as I let go of Deaky to hold onto Roger's right arm. "Actually Wembley doesn't have a roof." Deaky tells Freddie after our little laugh. "Then we'll punch a hole in the sky." He says before we all have a group hug. "Even though you are crying like three little girls well like Alice dear. I still love you." We all nod our heads and they talk about going to get a drink now. "I should head out... Get Felix from my brother's." I say making them look at me. "No, come out for a drink with us." Fred says and I shake my head. "I really can't." Roger pulls me close to him. "We all need one after the talk. Just one at least darling." I sigh since I can't find away out of it. "Alright, I'll come."

When we get to the pub Roger orders me a drink but I also order a water so when they brought us our drinks I pick up the water instead. "Why aren't you drink love?" Fred asks me. "I'm really not in the mood to drink right now. Not feeling very well." I slightly lie since I haven't told anyone but Mary that I was pregnant again. "Are you getting sick?" Roger asks worried. "Oh no, just work up with a headache this morning that's all." I smile and we all cheer, "For the better."

Day Of Live Aid 1985

"Stop worrying Roger! You guys are going to do great!" I shout trying to get Roger to stop complaining about how what if's. "But what of..." I slap my hand over his mouth "Baby tell Daddy Mama is right please." I ask Felix as we drive him to my parents place. "Daddy mommy is always right so listen to her." He says in the backseat. "Well if you say she's right then I should listen." Roger smiles. "Why do I gave to go to Meme and Papa? Why can't I come watch you play live?" He sadly asks so I turn around to explain to him but Roger cuts me off. "Is that what you want? To come watch daddy preform?" Felix nods his head, "Yes, I want to see it live with mommy there not through the Telly." He pouts and Roger looks at him through the mirror. "Felix listen here buddy. You have to say by mama's side the whole time. No running off." Roger says making me surprised since it was his idea to take him to my parents. "YES DADDY!" He claps his hands.

When we get there I waited for the time Mary said she'll be arriving so I could walk her to the trailer. "Come on Felix, we need to go get Aunt Mary." I says and he grabs my hand following me. "Hello Mary, Hello David." I smile when I see them. "Hello and Felix is getting so big." Mary bends down to give him a hug. "Have you told Roger yet?" She asks me raising an eyebrow. "Not yet. I want to surprise him." I pick up Felix as we walk towards the band. When we get there Mary knocks on the door and Jim opens it and I squeeze pass and Felix goes sits on Roger. Fred sends Jim with Mary and David and Roger tries to do the same with me, "Fine I'll Roger." I laugh as Felix comes back to me. "Good luck have fun!" I give the fast hugs but give Roger a kiss. "Watch Daddy." Roger kisses Felix and I go find a spot to watch.

"Excuse me? Can I climb up there to watch?" I ask a crew member working and he looks at me like I was crazy. "You want to watch from up there with the two workers?" He asks. "That's exactly what I want. You see I want my son to have a very good view of his father playing the drums." I smile and he nod a his head quickly. "Of course Mrs Taylor." I'll help get a latter too. He says and they get one for us. "Excuse me? Can you gentlemen help me get him up there?" I ask the two young men and the help Felix up there then we sit with them. "I'd say theses are the best seats." One says and Felix agrees. "I can see daddy's drums perfectly." He claps his hands sitting on my lap. "Oh you're Rogers wife and son? Nice to meet you." They smile at me.

As the guys come out I point out Roger for Felix to see him. "DADDY!" Felix screams at the top of his lungs making Roger look around and a crew member points up at us making Roger wave at us. Roger smiles at us but also shakes his head laughing probably at my idea of being up here. As Bohemian Rhapsody starts to play Felix sings along, "Mama, just killed a man." I start to sing along too and when Roger starts to play the drums Felix claps his hands together. "When are you going to tell Daddy mama? About me being a big brother?" He turns his head to look at me. "Once they are done.

During Radio Ga Ga Felix would sing along to the parts he knew and did the clap along with the crowd. "Eh-ho!" Felix repeats after Freddie. When I knew we are the champions was coming up I got help getting down and they helped me with Felix too. "Look at you brave boy! Let's go stand with a Aunt Mary now." I hold his hand as we walk over to her. "Good view?" She smiles as we walk up to her, David, and Jim. "YES!" Felix yells as I pick him up to hold him. While I sing along to the song swaying side to side Felix wraps his arms around my neck. "Mommy why are you crying?" He gives me a kiss. "I'm happy right now." I kiss him back and continue to sing till it was over. "Let's go wait for Daddy." I put him down and walk back for when they come off stage.

When Roger sees me he runs over to us picking up Felix and pulls me into his side. "I love you both so so much." He gives us both a kiss. "Mama can I tell him?" Felix asks making Roger look at me confused and with just a head nod Felix makes Roger start to cry. "I'm going to be the best big brother ever. I promise daddy." Roger looks at me while I just smile at him. He puts Felix down holding both of my hands. "Wait, you're pregnant again?" I nod my head making him pick me up. "YES!!!! I HOPE I'TS A GIRL THIS TIME SO I CAN SPOILE MY PRINCESS!" He gives me ton of kisses. "And as for you buddy... You are going to be the best big brother ever." He picks Felix up again. "You three and Queen are my world." He hugs to both of us. "I love you Roger Taylor." I give him a kiss. "I love you too Alice Taylor." He kisses me back.

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