Synopsis:Meeting like this must be faith or was it just a coincident?
Waiting in line for Starbucks at an airport really sucks, especially when it’s still really early. You were listening to Mama from bts, because that song really wakes you up in a good way, let’s admit that Hoseok rapping or singing it just made you feel happy. “How can I help you?”
“Can I have a large Caramel Macchiato?” you even sounded sleepy. “What’s your name?” You told her your name and started to move to the side, whilst looking at your phone when you suddenly bumped into someone. You were already mumbling an apology when the person cursed in Korean at you. You quickly looked up because you recognized the voice and as your eyes traveled up, you knew without a doubt who you just bumped into and you felt the heat in your cheeks because you also knew what kind of for shirt you were wearing.
He probably didn’t think you could understand him as you didn’t look Korean but you were part Korean as your father was Korean, you just looked like your mother who was European, the only thing you had from your dad were his eyes and full lips but other than that I looked European. “Ya can’t you look out,” he said this in English and you were quite surprised by this. “I’m really sorry.” His eyes fell on your shirt, which annoyed him even more and that’s when I remembered the rules of following them at the airport and that’s when your head became even redder. He didn’t even hesitate to call his manager but your name was being called as your drink was ready, so you quickly grabbed the drink and wanted to leave but his manager grabbed your arm and made you stop.
“Where are you going?”
“I um, I’m going to my gate number, why?”
“Can I see your phone for a second?” You stared at him completely dumbfounded because how in the world could you have made pictures as you literally just saw Suga? “Sorry but no, I haven’t done anything.” You pulled your arm out of his grip and started to walk off when their bodyguard blocked your way and now you were beginning to feel pissed of, you weren’t a morning person and you didn’t had your coffee yet so this was really too much.
“Ya, please move!” you were even sounding annoyed, which they noticed as they shared glances as they approached you. “This is ridiculous.” You unlocked your phone and handed it over and there were pictures of Suga and the others on it but none of them were private pictures and as they realized that they were wrong they acted all anxious. “Can I have my phone back?” you stretched out your hand and waited whilst tapping your feet on the ground, they quickly handed you back your phone, whilst apologizing but you just waved it off and walked away not caring. You were praying that they wouldn’t be in the same plane but of course, you had no luck in this department.
“That the girl I was talking about.” You heard him talking about you, so you adjusted the volume so you wouldn’t hear them and even closed your eyes. You really needed to relax before getting on this plane, as you were afraid of flying since you were little, this was going to be hell and with the commotion from earlier, you were really on edge. You were finally feeling a bit better when you felt a tap on your leg, which made you open your eyes immediately and you were staring straight into Suga’s eyes, which startled you, to say the least. He didn’t hesitate to pull out your earbuds, which shocked you even more because this felt a bit intimate. “I’m sorry to disturb you but I wanted to apologize for earlier.” You just looked at him as if he was some weirdo and he immediately looked at Rapmonster for help but I was just a bit shocked to see him up close and as Rapmonster started to apologize you stopped him.
“It’s okay.” You told them in Korean, which shocked them but you thought it was funny because they had definitely been talking about you. “Wait you can speak Korean?” you nodded with a small smile and if he could get redder he would. “I can, I’m half Korean.” You got up and bowed slightly before walking off.
“Wait, did you hear everything we said?” you shook your head. “Ani, I turned up the volume of my music, as you were obviously talking about me and well I didn’t want to hear it.” Rapmonster was still holding your arm and it became a bit awkward and you wanted to pull your arm away when Suga suddenly joined you again. “I’m sorry, we shouldn’t have done that.” You shrugged “I’m serious, it’s just that we have sasaengs who follow us around at the airport and we are a bit sick of it actually.” That was understandable, the only problem you had with this was that it had been rude to assume that I was one of those sasaengs, only because I wore a bts shirt.
“So you thought I was one based on my shirt?” he nodded and he genuinely looked sorry for the way he behaved towards you and you couldn’t help but let it go because well it is Suga, who wouldn’t forgive him.
“It’s okay, I understand.” you smiled at him and walked off again, as you still had to go to the toilet. “Wait a minute.” you turned around now a bit annoyed because you really needed to go to the toilet and this was not helping. “What?”
“What’s your name?”
“I’m Y/N, can I please go now?” he nodded and you almost ran to the toilet. You quickly fixed your hair before getting back, luckily it was time to board the plane, which meant you wouldn’t see them, as you were sitting in economy, it was not the most comfortable way to travel but who cares? You were going to work anyway, as you were a photographer and a web designer. You got out your glasses and as you were working you never thought about those handsome bts guys, that is what you told yourself because after three hours you still hadn’t done any work but you just worked on photoshopping pictures of the guys into headers, it was quite funny because after three hours you already had ten headers ready. “Excuse me?” one of the stewards was standing next to my seat with something in her hand.
“I had to bring this to you, I mean your name is Y/n, right?” you nodded and she quickly handed it over, it was a bottle of perfume and it was an expensive one, to say the least. “Did those guys gave this to you?” She nodded “They told me it was really important to give to you.” This made you feel bad because it probably meant they didn’t like the way I smelled, which was ridiculous as you had a shower this morning and even put on your own Calvin Klein perfume. You actually felt offended by this and it made you angry, to say the least.
“Please give it back to them, I don’t need this perfume.” you handed it back, which you sort of regretted the minute she walked away with the bottle because it really was an expensive brand. The rest of the flight you were busy as you finally could concentrate again as the steward didn’t return anymore, except when it was time for something to eat, you even dozed off which was weird because you could never sleep on a plane but today you couldn’t stay awake and you only woke up because we were going to land. You were looking forward to seeing your dad again, it was a shame that my parents were divorced but it was also a good excuse to travel to Seoul and as you were going to live with him, it was becoming better and better because he was one of the owners of Jyp entertainment. He probably didn’t have a lot of time but at least he was going to pick me up.
You didn’t see the guys when you walked into the airport, which was for the best. You collected your suitcase and quickly walked to the arrival hall and there he stood your dad, holding up a sign as if you didn’t recognize him. You ran towards him and threw yourself in his embrace. “Appa, I missed you.” he kissed the top of your head before letting you go, the woman next to him was smiling politely, this must be his new wife and my stepmother. You quickly bowed to her whilst saying hello.
“Did you have a pleasant flight?”
“Ye, I even slept for awhile.”
“Really?! You must’ve been tired then.” You nodded and walked beside them to the car, which was a black BMW. “Appa, can we have some meat today?”
“Ah I’m sorry but I have meetings but I will make time for you soon.” you nodded feeling a bit disappointed but then again he was a CEO. “Arraso, I have to prepare for work anyway.”
“Where are you working?”
“Vlive and Viki, I’m making subs and I’m also set for a photo shoot tomorrow.”
“A Photo Shoot, where?” You told him and he smiled “So you’re the photographer, I didn’t know we had hired you. “Ah that’s because I don’t use my Korean name.” he nodded but didn’t say a thing about it, when we arrived home he dropped me and my stepmother and drove off. “I will show you your room.” This house was big and as you walked through you were looking at every detail and as she opened your door, you were shocked when you saw that you had the best view ever, You were looking out over Seoul, this would be beautiful at night.
“You have your own bathroom and you can go everywhere. Your dad told me to give you this.” she handed me a platinum card and you just stared at it. “Really?” she nodded and left you alone, this was going to amazing but still you had to be careful with that card. As it was still daytime you immediately went out to explore with your camera around your neck.
After a few hours you really needed to have a drink and as you were looking in your bag, you found a perfume bottle at the bottom. You looked at it closely and was stunned when you recognized the bottle, it was the bottle from the airplane, they actually had put it in my bag, how intrusive but it was kind of sweet as well, you were still looking at your phone when you bumped into someone again. “Second time, you didn’t pay attention.” you looked up and was embarrassed to see you again bumped into Suga.
“Ah I’m sorry.” you held up your phone as an excuse, which made him smile this time instead of annoyed. “It’s fine, you’re not following me by any chance?”
“Ani, really I didn’t, I was just walking around and somehow ended up here.”
“Okay, let’s get something to drink then.” he grabbed your hand and pulled you to the counter. “Do you want a Caramel Macchiato?” he remembered your drink, how weird but you nodded anyway and he quickly put his order in and they told us to sit down, which we did, this was really something from a dream, how was it possible that we met again in a big city like this? You weren’t really superstitious but it was just weird. “Are you on a holiday?”
“Sorry what?” you had been staring at him and hadn’t heard a thing as you were completely smitten with the guy in front of you. He really looked good today, he was wearing a white cap and glasses, which you didn;t see often but when you did see it, it made you melt because it looked so damn good.
“Are you on a holiday?”
“Ani, I just moved in with my dad.”
“Really, so your father is Korean?” you nodded and was wondering if he had listened when you told Rapmonster about it. “Ye my dad is Korean and my mother European, I only have the shape eyes and full lips from my dad, that’s why I don’t really look Asian.” You quickly explained when his eyes suddenly fell on the camera around your neck.
“Can I see your pictures?” he pointed at your camera and you quickly handed it over and the next five minutes he was admiring the pictures and due to the noises he made, he really liked them.
“Are you a photographer?”
“Ye, I am, so do you really write, produce and compose your own songs?” not wanting to talk about yourself the whole time, this seemed like a safe topic. “Ye, I do, didn’t you hear my mixtape?”
“I did and loved it.” you smiled and sipped your coffee when he received a call, which probably meant they needed him. “I’ve got to go, it was nice seeing you again.” he bowed slightly but before he walked out of the cafe he quickly turned around and walked back. “Not to be rude but how old are you?”
“I’m twenty-three.” he smiled at that and left with a wave and when he walked out you realized that we didn’t exchange any details like a phone number. That bummed you out but maybe it was for the best because there was no way he would call me anyway.
The next morning you had to hurry as you had the photoshoot of Got7 on the agenda and you were already called for another photoshoot but this time it was another company, this were the perks of being a freelancer, you weren’t restricted to certain companies. You drove to the place and wasn’t surprised to see that there were people already and the minute you walked into the building they stopped. “Hello, I’m Y/N and I will be taking the pictures.” you bowed and got the same respect back and you were even called sunbaenim by the younger ones, it was a weird experience but one that you had to get used to fast.
Not much later the guys walked onto the set and as you introduced yourself, they immediately knew who I was. They started to treat you formally and there was nothing more that I hated and it was just stupid as I was my own person. After a few minutes of them acting all stiff around you, you stopped the photoshoot. “Guys this won’t work, I need you to be yourself, just forget that I’m the daughter of your company’s CEO. I’m my own person and I can’t do a photoshoot if you’re all nervous like this.
“Ya, how can you ask this of us, what if we do something wrong and you report it?”
“Why would I do that, what do I gain by betraying you? So please don’t be ridiculous and just do your job.” after that it went a lot better and after a full day of shooting you were glad that it was over. You loved Got7 but it was just awkward and it was definitely not a group you wanted to shoot again, not as long as my dad was their CEO.
The following week you had your next photo shoot, which was also for an album jacket but you didn’t know for which group this was, the only thing you knew was that you were sent to the beach. The minute you got out of the car you were shocked to feel the cold and the guys who were in makeup. There was no way that this could be happening right? “Ah Y/N you’re here?” you nodded at the manager who took you to meet the rest of staff, who were smiling and you had to admit that this felt more like a family. “So what’s the concept of today?” the manager quickly explained what they wanted and you felt pity with the guys because they were actually wearing shorts in this cold weather.
“Y/N?” you turned and locked eyes with Suga, who was smiling and it took your breath away because even though you liked them a lot without makeup, this definitely was something different and it made my heart beat faster for some reason. “Yoongi,” you said back which made him chuckle.
“We keep meeting each other.”
“It seems that way doesn’t it.” you smiled back at him and felt your heart flutter a bit. He grabbed your hand and patted it. “Please shoot the pictures fast.” you couldn’t help but snort at this because you knew why he wanted me to hurry up and who could blame him. “I will try my best.” he still had your hand in his and that’s when you noticed the little shocks that went through your body and they felt warm and definitely not unpleasant, he must’ve felt it to because his glance became a bit more intense and he quickly let go of your hand, which gave the other members the chance to say hi and I promised them to be quick so they could get warm again. The next few hours flew by and we finally were done with the first set of pictures, they were all very hands on which was always good because if they didn’t like the pictures you had to do them again but luckily for me they didn’t found bad ones.
The next day we were shooting a different version but this time it was inside, which was a lot better than yesterday. The guys seemed more energetic than yesterday, probably because it wasn’t really cold in here. “So we meet again.” you couldn’t help but chuckle at his cuteness. “It seems so, are you perhaps stalking me.” you decided to go along with this, two can play this game. He chuckled again but this time his members heard it as well and they were surprised, to say the least as they immediately started to mumble amongst themselves, as if you couldn’t hear them.
“Alright let’s do this.” and the next few hours we were shooting and the last few minutes they were allowed to act crazy with the confetti and it got me really good pictures, which would make the job really easy when you had to work on them, they did ask you to whitewash the pictures but you immediately told them no because it was ridiculous to whitewash people, they looked good as they were now. You left before the guys did because you had to be on time for dinner so you quickly said goodbye and got at the restaurant just in time, which was a miracle as you had to change into a nice dress but you were on time but stopped the minute you saw the two little kids sitting at the table. You had lived with your dad for two weeks but this was the first time you had seen these kids.
Your dad saw the bewildered look on your face and quickly got up. “Y/N, these are your dongsaengs,” he told me their names but you just couldn’t hear it, as you were counting back the years your parents were divorced and it didn’t add up with their age. “How old are they?” he told me their age and that’s when you discovered the truth behind the divorce, he had been cheating on your mom. “I have to go, I just forgot I had to do some more work, I’m sorry.” you turned around and ran out of the restaurant, not paying attention to where you were going but ended up at the Han river which looked amazing in the dark, with all the lights, you were lost in thoughts whilst looking at the view when someone put a coat around your shoulders.
“How does this keep happening?” he asked teasingly and you smiled at this because now it really seemed ridiculous. You didn’t really look at him this time and he immediately noticed your mood. “Did something happen?”
“Ye but I don’t want to bother you.”
“Ah don’t be like that, just tell me.”
“My dad cheated on my mom and now he has two new children.” you summed it up real quick because it was already costing you a lot of effort to not cry. “Really? I’m so sorry.” he put his arm around your shoulder and pulled you into his side, this startled you because you never thought he was one for skinship but here he was comforting you.
“Why are you doing this?” he instantly knew what I was talking about but instead of letting me go he turned me around so that I was facing him and if you hadn’t fallen for him yet, then you would right this moment because he was looking at you as if you were the only one on the planet. “I just like you.” he didn’t hesitate at all and if you thought he was joking, his next move dissolved all of that, as he pulled you against his body and hugged you tightly. “It’s okay to cry.” it took some time but when you were finally over the shock of him confessing, you hugged him back but you never cried about your cheating dad because how could you when there was someone like Yoongi holding you. He eventually let you go, which gave you the opportunity to catch your breath “Why do you like me? you don’t even know me.” you had to know his reason because yes we had spoken a few times after you finally exchanged numbers and yes the times we coincidentally met, was also weird but it was too short to really like someone.
“I don’t know, I just can’t get you out of my head after that first time we met and now we keep meeting each other coincidentally, it just has to mean something don’t you think.” Yoongi wasn’t someone who would just say something so you did believe him when he told you he liked you but it just seemed unreal, it was more like a dream because you liked him as well but it was never going to work, he must see that right? “I have to go.” you got up and handed him his coat. “Thank you for tonight, I really needed someone to talk to.” you bowed and ran away. He yelled your name but you didn’t look back once.
When you returned back home your dad was waiting for you and when you walked in, he got on his knees to apologize, this broke your heart and suddenly you felt guilty for making him do this. “Appa please get up, it’s okay.” You helped him get up and hugged him. “I just wished you told me before, I would have loved to meet them when they were born instead of meeting him when they’re almost ten.” he nodded and apologized again but it just made you feel sad as you didn’t want him to be upset. “I’m going to bed okay?”
“You really don’t want to talk about this?” You shook your head and smiled at him but he knew that you were hurt because if you couldn’t do something then is was hiding your feelings, you were an open book for people that were close to you. You just had to endure, whilst looking for your own place and that shouldn’t be that difficult as you had enough money for a luxurious apartment, as long as the view was good it really didn’t matter. This is how you spend most of your days looking for a house and working on the photo’s you took, you did this with your own team, which was nice for a change. You had a shorter deadline for BTS’s pictures, which was fine as the pictures looked amazing and eventually you could send them to their company for evaluation, not long after they paid you a royal amount and there was more good news as you had finally found an apartment, the funny thing was that it was an apartment building which held a lot of famous people, you had already bumped into Park Bo Gum, Ji Soo, and others, so that was a fun thing.
You hadn’t spoken to Yoongi after that night but then again bts was busy with their comeback, so they’re probably shacked up in their dance studio. Your dad was sad that you would be leaving but he understood and you actually had met the twins and they were lovely and polite, they even called me Unni, which was weird at first but now you’re used to it.
“You know, I really felt hurt when you ran away like that.” I turned with a box in my hands and stared at an exhausting looking Yoongi, he really looked like he could fall asleep every second. “I’m really sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.” you smiled at him which soften his face a bit but you could tell he was frustrated. “I have never chased after a girl but for some reason, I’m still drawn to you even though it has been weeks.” you felt the blush on your cheeks and you knew he had seen it as well. “I’m sorry but I just had something going on and I really couldn’t think straight and it just doesn’t make sense that you like me.”
“Why doesn’t it make sense? I mean you are a beautiful woman and you’re talented as well, who wouldn;t like that?”
“Don’t you want someone who is more like you?”
“Why aren’t you like me? You are calm and smart, you’re very talented and beautiful and on top of that you are a warm person who cares about others, so please tell me what’s not to like?” This was why Yoongi has always been your favorite because he told you how he saw it, without editing stuff. “You’ve got a point.” you put down the box because it was heavy. “Look I really need to brings these boxes to my apartment but if you have time later today?” he shook his head “I don’t really have time, we have to practice for our tour but I will text you a time and place.” He was dismissing me and you just had to accept it that we maybe wouldn’t see each other for awhile.
“Arraso, please be careful don’t overdo things,” you yelled after him and he just stuck up his thumb. He kept his promise as he texted every night but because you were always asleep when he texted it was never a long conversation, he just wanted to know what I was doing and he told you not to ask the same thing in return because he was going through practice hell, which made you laugh of course. The day of their comeback was coming up and you were actually looking forward to it and the day they finally performed you got the text message, telling you to meet him at the hand river at 11 pm.
You never really stuck too much time into dressing but this time you did. You kept it casual with skinny jeans and a light blue sweater and your puma’s. Your makeup was also light, you only put on a bit of lipstick and mascara and brushed your hair before stepping out in your black coat because damn it was cold. When you arrived you already saw him sitting on the stairs waiting for you, he had brought something with him and it made you curious enough to fasten your pace. “Have you been waiting long?” he looked up and I was surprised to see him wearing glasses again.
“Are you okay?”
“Of course I’m okay.”
“Are you sure, I mean if you need to get some rest then you should do that.”
“Ani, you know we are leaving tomorrow right?” you nodded because how could you forget it. “I know, that’s why I was asking.” you looked at the tiny bag that was next to him and he followed your gaze and smiled mischievously. He patted on the ground next to him and you quickly took a seat not caring about the fact that you were almost on his lap. “This is for you.” he gave me the bag and you quickly took a look inside and you were surprised when you saw that it was a plane ticket and a contract.
“That’s a plane ticket.” you nodded annoyed because you already knew that but when you wanted to say something, he took the ticket away from you together with the contract. “We want you to come with us as our official photographer but.”
“Of course there is always a catch, well tell me, what is it?” you were again standing and were tapping your feet impatiently, this made him smile and as he got up the smirk returned. “You have to call me Oppa from now on.” you raised your eyebrow because why would I do that?
“Because you like me just as much as I like you, you’re just afraid.”
“Did you forget that I’m older than you?” You shook your head embarrassed but looked up when he chuckled. “Look I don’t want to force you but we both know that it’s useless to resist this as it was faith for us to meet.” you couldn’t help but chuckle at this cheesiness, he had spent too much time with Jin that was for sure.
“Are you really sure?”
“I have never been so sure of anything in my life.” You studied his face and when you didn’t see any hesitation, you decided to mess with him just to tease him a bit more. “I don’t think it’s a good idea, have a safe flight.” you quickly took off, just to see what he would do, when he suddenly grabbed your arm and turned you around and before you could protest our laugh he had pressed his lips against yours and you were mentally kicking yourself for running away that one time because if you had known that he could kiss like this than you wouldn’t have felt so insecure. He started carefully but when you didn’t pull away he deepened the kiss and as he pulled you closer you couldn’t help but moan against his lips, which made him smile. He felt warm and it was like coming home after a long journey, the sparks were everywhere and your knees became weak but Yoongi was holding you so you weren’t afraid to fall. He never let go of you not even when you broke apart and you knew from that day he would do everything he could to protect me and when I looked into my hand I discovered the ticket and contract, he had put the bag in my hand whilst kissing me, which was pretty smooth. We were still standing really closer to each other and he was exploring your face and as he reached your swollen lips his smile returned as he locked eyes with you.
“No,” I grumble, tucking myself deeper into Sehun’s embrace.
“Come on baby, you need to eat something,” Suho tires for the tenth time.
“Hyung, maybe we should try again after the meeting,” Sehun suggests.
Suho sighs, “Fine, the boys should be here soon anyway.”
My head perks up, “Boys? You mean my oppas?”
Both boys look at me, happy to see me interested in something, but not
happy with what it is. I haven’t let go of Sehun since yesterday after my bath,
except to use the bathroom and even than he would be standing at the door
waiting. This whole time we’ve been snuggling on my bed, both annoying and
saddening the other guys. I sit up on my knees in bed, still straddling Sehun,
Suho is on my left dressed in his suit. In nothing but underwear and one of
Sehun’s t-shirts, both men can’t take their eyes off me, even in my messy
“Are you talking about my oppas?” I ask again when neither of them
“Why does that make you happy?” Sehun pouts.
“Nothing else would get you out of bed, not breakfast, not school, not
any of us, but them?” Suho is obviously offended, he looks like a real dad with
his arms crossed over his chest.
I hesitate answering, afraid of making them angry, “I just want something
that I know, people that know me. Something familiar.”
They share a sober expression, a silent conversation between the two.
Suho looks back to me, annoyed with the words about to come out if his mouth, “Will
you eat if we let you see them?”
I smile big, “Jin oppa told me he would make me ox bone stew remember? I’ll
“That also means you have to get out of bed and get dressed.”
I nod vigorously, “Can I take a shower too?”
“No shower, bath,” Suho corrects me.
I pout for second before giving him an amazing smile, “If you let me
shower, you can shower with me.”
“Why not me?” Sehun’s hands hold my hips tighter.
“You have had her too long anyway, you took my turn. Now,” Suho opens his
arms to me with a satisfied smirk, “come here baby girl.”
After giving Sehun a quick peck on the lips and a thank you for watching
over me all night, I eagerly rush to Suho with the promise of a shower. He
easily picks me up and carries me away from a blushing Sehun. It doesn’t take
very long to find Suho’s room, it’s a lot like the others, dark in color, the
same beautiful view of the ocean past the floor to ceiling windows. There is a
built in book shelf that takes up the whole wall, filled with books and little
sculptures, and even a few pictures here and there. I don’t have time to look
at much, he carries me strait into the massive bathroom; if mine is built for a
princess, his is built for a king. There is a Jacuzzi tub in the middle of the
room, covered in gray tiles, a frosted glass shower is in the corner.
“Can I take a bath in here?” I ask when he sets me down on the edge of
“No baby, you asked for a shower,” Suho smiles down at me surprisingly
seductively as he takes off his tie and his suit jacket. “How about you get in
first, get used to the water, and tell me when it’s okay for me to come in?” I
nod, getting to my feet but hesitating on taking off my clothes so casually. He
chuckles, “Do you want me to do it?” When I don’t respond he comes closer and
grabs the hem of my shirt, I don’t stop him so he pulls it over my head. Next
are my panties, he takes those off slowly, letting his hands caress my legs all
the way down. He takes a step back to actually look at me, and like Sehun he
looks kind of broken inside at the sight of the bruise.
“I’ll get in,” I say before slipping past him into the shower, my own
heart breaking at his sad face. The futuristic shower throws me off for a
second, after another minute of staring at it Suho calls to me, “I’m sorry, I
just don’t know how to turn this stupid thing on.” I’m too focused to hear the
shower door open and Suho sneak up behind me, easily turning one of the many
knobs and turning on the water. His body is pressed up against my back, a blush
spreads across my face when I feel something hard touching my lower back.
“Is it too cold?” He asks as the cool water runs down us, leaving goose
bumps in it’s wake. I nod. He turns the handle more until the water pouring out
is just slightly burning. “Better?” Again I nod. He starts humming some
unfamiliar song as he begins reaching for bottles on the built in shelf. I jump
when he starts washing my back, pausing with his hands on my shoulders he asks,
“Tell when you want me to stop.” When I say nothing he continues slowly,
washing both arms, all the way down my back but stops with his hands on my
tummy. “Can I wash your chest?”
“Yea,” I answer softly, his hands go up slowly massaging my breasts
softly. He only stays there for a second before traveling lower, past my lady
parts to my legs. I feel my cheeks get hot when these words come out of my
mouth, “Can I wash you?”
“What was that?” He questions coming even closer.
“Can I wash you?” I repeat louder.
“You don’t have to ask to touch me, ever.” He hands me his body wash, I
squirt some into my hands before lathering them together, enjoying the smell
that comforts me like Suho’s presences. I hesitantly reach out, placing both of
my hands on his chest. It’s warm, like he always is, I start moving my hands in
small circles across his chest, shoulders, and arms. There is an undeniable
blush across my face when my hands drift lower to his amazing abs, I get even
redder when I see his member standing at attention. Look up at Suho I see his
eyes are closed tightly, his chest raising and sinking as he takes deep breaths
to calm himself. Feeling brave I let my soaped up hand brush against it, my eyes
never leaving his face. Watching him tense at such a small touch turns me on.
With a deep breath I grab onto the base of his shaft, and quickly start
pumping. Suho’s eyes snap open, his dark orbs are fixed on me, he leans in
closer, his hands go on either side of my head, locking me against the wall.
“Baby,” He warns me, but his hands ball into fists as he begins bucking
his hips against my hand. “Why are you doing this?” He groans, my pumps
continue to accelerate.
“You looked like you need to relax a bit,” I answer innocently.
He rests his forehead against mine, his eyes closed again, “This isn’t
relaxing baby, all it’s doing is making me want to pin you up against the wall
and take that precious virginity of yours’.”
“So you want me to stop,” I tease slowing my pace.
He growls, “Baby, don’t tease your daddy, I can barely control myself
“Okay, Daddy, I’ll be a good girl,” I give him a chaste kiss before
pumping him harder and faster. I watch his muscles tense, kind of enjoying the
way I affect him. After a few more pumps he comes undone at my hands, spraying
his seed on to my stomach and the wall behind me. His chest is heaving, he
leans down and places a not so innocent kiss on my lips.
“You are such a naughty girl, getting daddy all worked up like that,” He
whispers in my ears.
“You seemed to like it though,” I tease.
He snickers, “How are you still a virgin with that mouth?” He kisses me
again before turning off the water. “We should get out before they send a
search party after us.”
I nod. He grabs a towel from out of the shower and wraps it around me
before grabbing another for himself. Leading me back into his room we find a
stack of clothes for me that Suho does not agree with.
“A dress, seriously? No,” Suho scoffs, “You are wearing my shirt and
sweat pants.” He decides before puling me into his closet, like mine it’s
massive with way more clothes then a person would need, but his definitely
isn’t as colorful as mine, with lots of black, gray, and other dark colors. It
reminds me of my actual wardrobe, not all the girly stuff they gave me but of
all my hoodies, jeans, and sweaters that I love. Suho pulls out a over sized
t-shirt and a surprisingly small pair of joggers that would still be a bit big
on me but way too small for him. “I kept these here for whenever you stayed
with me, that way you wouldn’t have to go back to your room,” He explains.
He helps me put on the underwear Sehun had brought me before putting on
the clothes he picked out himself. When
I’m fully dressed he begins looking for his own outfit, finding a pair of jeans
and a t-shirt. Such a contrast from how he looked earlier, he was so fancy
looking but now he looks like some really hot guy you could pass on the street
and fantasize about later.
He catches me staring and smiles, “I’m already yours baby, you don’t need
to stare, you can touch me all you want.” My cheeks are on fire, I look down at
my hands in my lap. “Why so bashful suddenly? You are the one who asked me to
take a shower and you are also the one who gave me a hand job out of nowhere.”
“Daddy stop, you’re embarrassing me!” I cover my cheeks.
He leans down and kisses my forehead, “So cute.”
“This is nauseating,” Kai teases, making fake puking noise in the
“Aren’t you supposed to knock? What do you want?” Suho glares at the
Kai rolls his eyes, “Our guests have arrive, I was told to bring you and
baby girl along. I’m very disappointed to know that you bent so easily hyung.”
“Sehun told the others too right? We don’t need a blood bath in our living
Kai nods, “Yes, yes, he told all of us, Xiumin hyung was very upset.”
“About what?” I ask Suho.
“We decided that for today, only
today because you are feeling down, they can touch you like they used to.”
I can’t help but smile, “Really?”
“Don’t get too happy or we’ll change our minds,” Suho warns.
“I never got the chance to make up my mind,” Kai glares at the older man.
He looks at me with a completely different demeanor than I’m used to from him,
he smiles softly and offers me a hand. “Come on baby, I haven’t gotten you at
all.” I walk over to him, taking his hand, and he leads me out of the room. The
is a lot of noise coming from the living room, I can hear everyone talking and
having fun, making me hesitate in the hall. “What’s wrong baby?”
“I don’t want to ruin the fun,” I look up at him.
“What do you mean?”
I start backing away from the doorway, “Whenever I’m in the room with all
of you guys things get tense, they sound like they are having fun.”
Kai’s grip on my hand tightens, “You aren’t ruining anything, you want to
see them don’t you?”
“Then lets go see them, we won’t get tense, we will be good daddies, I
“Are you sure?”
With a deep breath I take a few more steps so I can see into the room.
Everyone is sprawled out on the floor or the couch, enjoying each others
company, it’s a very warm atmosphere that I love. Baekhyun sees us standing in
the doorway and smiles.
“Good to see you out of bed baby girl!” Baekhyun beams at me, getting off
the couch to give me a hug.
“Are you feeling better?” Lay joins us, Kyungsoo and Chen behind him
waiting their turn.
“I’m okay, does my face still look that bad?” I reach up and touch where
I know the bruise is, flinching at the pain.
“Don’t touch it,” Kai scolds, swatting my hand away.
“This is so weird,” Yoongi says, his voice getting past the crowd of men
talking to me. I weasel my past them to the seven boys still sitting on the
floor. They jump to their feet at the sight of me. “What the hell happened?”
Yoongi growls coming straight to me. “Who the fuck hit you?”
“Calm down Oppa, there was an incident at school,” He opens his mouth to
ask more questions but I cut him off. “It’s was Joon or something. He’s already
been um, taken care of.”
Chanyeol chuckles behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and giving
my good cheek a quick peck, “You make it sound so cute.”
“Hyung?” Namjoon questions.
“Like she said, there was an issue we handled it, end of story,” Chanyeol
“Joo-ya,” Jin waves me over, ignoring the glare Chanyeol is giving him,
“Are you sure you are okay?”
“Yes, but I’m starving, could you make me some ox bone stew now?” I beam
at the cute man, who automatically nods and heads toward the kitchen with me on
his tail and the group of men on mine.
“Noona,” Kookie calls.
I look over at him when I sit down at one of the bar stools in the
He sits down on my other side, “Jihyo noona was really worried about you,
did you ever call her?”
I shake my head, “I haven’t had my phone since yesterday, it’s in my backpack
and I don’t even know where that is. Can you text her for me telling her that
I’m not dead.”
He smiles and nods, pulling out his phone.
“Jin oppa, can I help you cook?” I ask with a big smile, that he can’t
refuse. I come around the counter. “What should I do?”
He scans the scattered ingredients on the counter, “Can you peel the
I nod and rush to grab the three massive radishes, putting them in the
sink I scan the cabinets before looking to for help from the many boys watching
us. “The peeler?” I ask. Kyungsoo comes forward, opening a near by drawer and
handing it to me, I thank him. Luhan comes over with a cute smile on his face,
he quickly slips behind me, tying a cute little apron around my waist.
“So cute,” he coos, I laugh as I begin peeling with ease but stop when
Chen comes behind me next and pulls my waves into a bun with a hair tie.
I nod giving him a smile, “Thank you.”
“Have you been helping Kyungsoo-ya cook?” Jin asks me as he boils the
I shake my head, “I’m not allowed to cook.”
“Not allowed?” Hoseok and Namjoon echo, completely baffled.
“You love cooking, and you are really good at it,” Taehyung grins at me.
“I cooked for them the first morning I was here,” I think back to only a
week ago. My how things have changed for me.
“It was really good,” Baekhyun says.
“Why isn’t she allowed to cook?” Jin questions coming over to help me cut
the radishes. With two large knifes in hand he lays down two cutting boards.
Once again Kyungsoo appears next to me, taking the knife offered me, making me
“It’s too dangerous for her,” Kyungsoo takes my place and begins chopping
“She isn’t a child,” Yoongi snaps. “I don’t know what you guys are doing
to her, this isn’t the Jooyoung we know.”
“Oppa,” I place a hand on the older boy’s arm, earning us all eyes. “It’s
fine, it’s just how things work here.”
He stares down at me dumbstruck, “Since when have you been so submissive?
Where is the feisty girl that got a fake ID to sneak into a club last week? Or
better yet, the girl who is in that mug shot that Jihyo still has hanging above
“Stop,” I snap, using both of my hands to cover his big mouth.
“Mug shot?” The twelve men echo.
“Baby girl,” Kris raises a brow at me, undeniably amused by this news,
“Are you a bad girl?”
“You can hear one,” I deadpan, still glaring at Yoongi across the table
for spilling my past. They had pulled more chairs up to the long table, I
somehow convinced them to let Jimin and Kookie sit next to me.
“How many are there?” Poor Lay looks like he’s about to pass out from
“There are lot,” Namjoon answers for me, smiling down at his bowl,
ignoring the glare he’s earning from me.
I groan, “There is not that many.”
Hoseok chuckles, thinking back to old memories, “There is the time with
the boat. The streaking. The car was a bad one.”
Even Jimin joins in on teasing me, “Oh lets not forget the best, the
fight that earned you and Jihyo some beautiful mug shots.”
“Those are actually some of my favorite photos of you guys,” Jin laughs.
“Pick,” I demand.
“How about two?” Sehun smiles at me.
“Depends what two,” I lean back in my seat with my arms crossed over my
chest, feeling a lot older suddenly, not the baby I was this morning. My
daddies notice it.
“Streaking and the fight,” Kai answers for him, Sehun and the rest nod in
“Ugh,” I groan. “Okay fine, but the car story is mixed into the streaking
one, so when Jihyo and I were 15 we were hanging out with some of her friends.
We were playing strip poker-“
Kris interrupts me with a laugh, “As you do at 15.”
“No teasing or you won’t get to hear it,” I pout.
“I’m sorry baby girl, please continue.”
I sigh dramatically, “We we’re playing stripe poker, it was not my idea
but I know how to play poker so I was good. Jihyo on the other hand absolutely
sucks at it, so being Jihyo, she convinced me to throw the game so we would
both loose. Losers had to run half a mile down the street and back. Everything
was fine, we were running wild down the street, making a bigger deal out it
than we should have by hooting and hollering the whole way. But on our way back
we happen to run into a police car, or at least Jihyo did, she ignored my
warning and got stopped. I know her parents would have freaked out if she had
been caught so I snuck into the cops are and put it in drive. They freaked out
and ran after it, so we ran away.”
All twelve men are staring at me like I’ve grown a second head, while the
other seven are dying of laughter since they were the friends I decided to
leave out of the story. Baekhyun shakes off his shock, “The car doesn’t seem so
bad compared to the rest of it, why is it one of your stories?”
I look down at my stew and begin to shove big bites into my mouth, but
Yoongi answers for me, “What she forgot to mention is that the car rolled down
a hill and hit four other very expensive cars that the police department had to
take blame for damaging.”
“Hey, it isn’t my fault they left their car door open for anyone to just
hop into a joy ride,” I defend myself.
“I don’t know whether or not I should be upset or proud,” Chen looks as
if he’s trying to figure out the meaning of life with all the confusion on his
“Beyond proud,” Luhan basically climbs across the table to kiss my
forehead, “Loyalty is very important, I’m happy you have so much of it.”
“I’m a bit upset that you would go to such lengths for that girl but
Luhan hyung is right,” Kai gives me a small smile, “so loyal.”
“Our baby is so amazing!” Chanyeol cheers from the far end of the table,
Baekhyun of course joins in on the cheers.
“Alright, boys calm down,” Xiumin gives me a smirk, “I want to hear about
this fight that got our little Joo-ya a mug shot.”
“There isn’t an arrest on your record,” Suho questions.
I nod, “That’s the benefit of having Jihyo’s dad be rich and powerful, he
cleaned that up in no time.”
“How long ago was this?” Lay wonders.
“Um, about seven months ago, Jihyo had convinced me to go to some random
American bar that she really wanted to go to because apparently that’s where
all the hot ones go. After being there for a little while some guys started
getting a little too touchie with us but when we asked them to back off they
didn’t listen. So we did what any normal person would do-“
Yet again I’m cut off but this time by someone who knows the story, “What
you did was nowhere near a normal girl reaction. Most girls cry or threaten to
call the cops but you were such a badass!” Kookie can’t hold in his excitement
“Calm down Kookie,” I pat the younger’s head, “You can’t just jump the
build up like that. Anyway, Jihyo and I each punched the next closet guy,
ducked away and watched as a bar fight began. But things got a little too crazy
when the guys found us even in the mess of punches and thrown bodies.”
“What did you do?” Lay is filled with worry once again.
“We kicked them in the nuts and when they hunched down to protect their
manhood we kneed them in the face. It was actually amazingly coordinated.”
“Who would have thought our baby would be such a badass?” Xiumin smiles
at me with fondness.
Summary: ”Fine. I’ll be picking the girl and you’ll have 5 weeks to take her virginity.” Calum said challenging and crossed his arms. ”5 weeks? I can do that in the matter of 5 minutes, Calum.” Ashton stated with confidence.
i’m having fun with this. i’m genuinely enjoying myself. this is ridiculous on like 42 different levels, but you know what? it’s fun.
i’m still not sure when updates will be, i just don’t know they won’t be all that regular. you know, considering i wrote 3.5k of this last night in one sitting and am uploading it less than 12 hours later. but anyway
enjoy the madness~
Adrien can’t stop his mind from whirling on the way to school. There’s a slight anxiety building up in his stomach, making him bounce his leg nonstop, no doubt irritating the hell out of Plagg. He just has so much to think about.
Like Ladybug. And when she’ll come back and what they’ll talk about and the fact that he’s fake dating Ladybug. Marinette. What he’s going to say to her. The fact that he’s also fake dating Marinette. He’s fake dating both of them.
He still can’t figure out why Ladybug would lie about dating someone. He can’t figure out why she would name him either. All of the questions he has are slowly taking over his brain.
But he can’t let them. He has to focus. One step at a time, and step one is getting through the school day without acting any different around Marinette. Which will undoubtedly be a little awkward. Hopefully only for him. Hopefully no one else notices any possible awkwardness.
Any chance of that goes out the window when he opens the car door and realizes everyone is staring at him. Everyone outside of the school has stopped talking to just look at him. Chloé raises her eyebrows when he meets her eyes like he’s supposed to know what that means. And he doesn’t? Have any clue what’s going on?
Nino and Alya come up behind him and grab his arms, dragging him off behind the bushes. The bushes that he’s associated with Marinette and Alya, because for some reason, they’re always hiding behind them.
The GoM, Kagami, and Kasamatsu overhear their crush talking to her friend about how she plans to confess her feelings to them after the Winter Cup finishes (cuz she doesn't want to do anything that would make them lose focus)
Sorry this took so long hun! I hope you like it~
Akashi leaned back against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest as he listened to the conversation between his s/o and her friend. “I-I really want to tell him I like him, I do! But you know how Akashi-kun is. He’s so focused on basketball, and I don’t want to be the cause of him losing,” the girl said with a long sigh, twisting the ends of her hair. “Maybe after the Winter Cup games… But wait, what if he loses? Wouldn’t that just increase the chances of rejection!?”
Akashi chuckled softly to himself at the sound of her panicked voice. He could already picture her pacing back and forth, her face completely red and slightly sweaty, and she was probably picking on that hair of hers. However, Akashi wasn’t the kind of guy to just make a girl wait until after his games. He also wasn’t the kind of guy to just let a girl confess to him. No, he was a gentleman that wanted to be the first to confess to his crush so that she didn’t have to go through something so nerve wrecking.
Waiting for her at the end of the hallway, Akashi caught her eye, and she immediately jumped and was frantically picking at her ends. “___, come over here.” The girl only nodded her head, her face completely red and her hands trembling at the unexpected. “I like you, ___. Go out with me.” She was in complete awe, so unsure of what to say or if this was even real life. After a couple of blinks, she watched as Akashi chuckled at her reaction before taking a hold of her hand. “I sort of overheard you talking to your friend, and it made me want to confess to you. That’s okay, right?”
“T-that’s more than okay! That’s actually—wait. You were eavesdropping on me!?” Who knew that her face could get even redder than before? She quickly covered her cheeks, a pout on her lips and her eyes looking at anywhere else but his. “P-please take care of me…”
“Yes, my princess.”
Aomine, as usual, was late walking to practice, his hands under his cardigan as a loud yawn came from his mouth. Scratching his stomach, he grumbled about how he didn’t even want to attend practice, and how he just wanted to go home to Mai-chan. He stopped his tracks when he overheard a certain laugh, and he peaked through the corner to see his crush with some chick he always sees around her. “I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna confess to Aomine… right after the Winter Cup.”
“What!? But that’s like three months from now!? How are you so sure he still won’t be single by then!? I mean, have you seen the guy!?” Aomine smirked at the flattering words coming from that other girl, thinking that she must have a good taste in men.
“Yeah, but have you met him? I highly doubt any other girl would have a crush on him,” his crush grumbled, and Aomine’s eye twitched. That’s it, he couldn’t hold back any longer. Walking behind her, his arm wrapped around her shoulder and a menacing grin was plastered on his face.
“What was that you were saying about me?” The girl was completely shocked, unable to process any words out of her lips or even the situation at hand. “And what makes you think I’ll accept your confession?”
Crap, crap, crap… He heard me! Wait… “Y-you’re rejecting me…?” Her face instantly flushed at the sudden rejection, hating the way things were going at this point.
“You’re misunderstanding. Of course I’m not rejecting you…,” he grumbled, a little pink colored his cheeks as he watched the girl stare again. “Oh come on, do I have to spell it out for you!? I like you, ___. Let’s date.” The color that was once pink was now the darkest shade of red possible, and even his crush couldn’t imagine him making such an expression.
With a nod, she took his face in her hands and quickly said, “Yes!”
Kagami walked into Maji burger to order his usual tower of cheeseburgers. As he walked to the counter he passed by the table his crush and her best friend were sitting at; catching a few words as he passed by. “You’re really going to confess to him!?”
“Not so loud he’s right there!” His crush hissed before gently smacking her best friend’s arm. Her words caught his interest. After getting his tower of burgers he headed to the back, watching to make sure his crush’s attention wavered away from him before he slid into the booth behind them. Thank goodness the seat covered his head or else she would know he was eavesdropping.
“Why don’t you go tell him now? He just walked by.” Her friend giggled, making her roll her eyes. “Remember what I told you? I’m waiting till after the Winter Cup. He’s got enough to worry about I don’t want to put more pressure on him.”
Kagami choked on the burger he was eating, coughing loudly enough to get his crush’s attention.
Dammit! Oh man, I hope he didn’t hear me… She hid her face against her hands, wondering just how much Seirin’s ace had heard.
Crap she caught me spying! Kagami sighed, rubbing the back of his head before poking his head around the seat. He stared at his now blushing crush, trying his best not to mimic her expression. “If anything, going on dates with you would be a great stress reliever ___-chan.”
Did she hear him correctly or was she imagining things? “Wait, what?” Kagami blushed, looking away as she stared at him blankly. “W-What i’m trying to say is, um, will you date me ___-chan?” He stuttered out, practically yelling his request out to her. She gawked at his words before bobbing her head up and down. “Yes! Of course!”
Kise was running late to practice, which wasn’t all that surprising considering he had a photo shoot that evening. Kasamatsu-senpai told him that if he skipped another practice he’d be kicked off the team, so he had to leave the agency early. As he headed towards the gym he heard a familiar voice around the corner, causing him to stop.
“I can’t believe you’re going to wait that long to tell him. Do you know how many fangirls he has? I doubt he’ll stay single for three whole months.”
“True, but I know how much basketball means to him and I’d rather he spend all his attention on something he loves for the next few months instead of entertaining me, you know?” His crush’s voice seemed to falter, as if she truly thought she didn’t stand a chance.
“Besides, I don’t even know if I have the guts to confess. He’ll probably think i’m one of his crazy fans if I do that now.” That and she wasn’t prepared at all to pour her feelings out to the handsome model.
“I would never think that ___-cchi!” He blurted out before quickly covering his mouth. His crush turned, staring at him with large eyes. Crap, how long had he been standing there!?
“I, uh, I-,” Before she could explain he hugged her tightly, rubbing his cheek against hers in an affectionate manner. “Can I take you out to dinner after practice?” He tilted his head, staring at her with those puppy dog eyes. “Uh…Sure.” She blushed trying to get over how nervous she was.
“Awesome, than I’ll pick you up at seven!”
Kuroko was basically beside the girl when he heard her confession to her friend, and he was so thankful that he had a lack of presence; otherwise, they would have noticed him lingering. “I want to tell him that I like him, but he’s been so busy practicing for the games. I-I think I’ll tell him after the Winter Cup. It’ll be like a present to him or something if he wins! Or maybe a consolation if he loses? I don’t know, it’ll be something…”
Kuroko chuckled to himself just listening to her speak, and he couldn’t wait until after the games. Walking away, he felt even more motivated now to win than before. A part of him wanted to win this game for her, just so that she would confess to him.
At the sound of the referee announcing Seirin’s victory, Kuroko jogged over to the girl that was standing by the bench, her hands fidgeting with each other as she looked nervously at him. “T-Tetsuya-kun! Can I talk to you…?”
Before she could confess, Kuroko stepped forward and boldly pressed his lips to her forehead. “Hey, as a present for winning, will you go out with me?” Her cheeks turned into a bright shade of pink and her eyes widened at his confession.
“Y-You’re serious, right…?”
He nodded, wrapping his fingers around her hand and bringing it to his lips. “I’ve always liked you, ___-san.” She nodded her head, her smile stretching from ear to ear. “Also, I kind of overheard you talking earlier… I was actually right beside you…” The blush turned many shades darker, and she couldn’t even get any words out of her mouth. “It’s okay, though. I still think you’re cute.”
Midorima was waiting outside the gym for Takao who was currently getting his cart ready. His foot was tapping impatiently against the concrete floor; an eyebrow raising when he heard a familiar giggle from behind the gym. Grasping the wall he peeked over to see his crush talking with none other than Takao.
“So…You’re not going to tell him?” Takao asked in confusion.
“I will, eventually. I think I’ll confess to him after the Winter Cup.”
“Hm…Isn’t that a little long? I mean, that’s not for three months.” He pointed out. “Well, its up to you I guess. Though if I were in you’re position I wouldn’t confess to him. I don’t think Shin-kun is interested in anyone, at all.” As the words left his lips he made eye contact with the green haired shooter; a cheeky smile spreading on his lips.
Dammit, Takao said that on purpose.
“Oh…So you don’t think I’d have a chance with him?” His crush sounded so dejected it almost broke Midorima’s heart.
“No chance at all~” Takao’s annoying voice grated on his frayed nerves. He couldn’t take these lies any longer!
“That’s not true nanodayo!” Midorima stomped off, pushing Takao away as the raven haired idiot started to laugh. “Don’t listen to him ___!” He looked at his crush who was staring, wide eyed.
Taking a deep breath he looked away, his face erupting into different shades of red. “I um…I like you a lot, so please, go out with me.” He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, not daring to look his crush in the eyes.
“I would love to Shin-kun!”
Murasakibara was walking out of the nearest convenience store with two bags full of snacks. He was munching on maiubo when he heard of what sounded like his crush whining not to far off. The purple haired titan looked to the side to find his crush talking to her friend; back facing him.
“You’re waiting till the Winter Cup to confess? That’s way too long ___-chan! You should tell him now.”
“I don’t even know how to begin telling him! Besides, what if he rejects me because he’s too busy with basketball?”
Murasakibara’s eyebrows knitted together, wondering who she was talking. Obviously it was someone from the basketball team, but who? There weren’t many attractive guys as far as he was concerned, but there was always Muro-chin.
“Ne, ___-chin, who are you talking about?” The purple giant tilted his head, watching as his crush jumped at the sound of his lazy voice.
“N-N-No one!” She stuttered out before glowering at her friend who was snickering.
“Is it Muro-chin? I don’t think he likes you like that.” Though he wasn’t really sure. He just wanted to say that because as far as he was concerned, ___-chin was his. “I like you though, so how about you like me instead ___-chin?”
The girl gulped, blushing even brighter than before if that was even possible. “Will you date me ___-chin? Please say yes, I really don’t want to crush you.”
She couldn’t help but laugh at her childish crush. “Yes Atsu-kun, I’ll date you.”
Kasamatsu wanted to get away from his teammates right now as they were distracting him from focusing on the game. He scratched the back of his head, grumbling curse words about Kise and letting out a sigh. As he was about to turn a corner, he overheard a couple of girls talking which made him stop his tracks. One of the voice was very familiar to him though, and taking a peak he could see it was his crush.
“I like Yukio-kun, and I want to confess to him. I think I’ll wait for the Winter Cup finals! He’s just been so busy, and I know confessing to him now will completely ruin his focus…” Too late for that… Kasamatsu couldn’t even move from his spot. He was completely red from head to toe, and he was nervously shaking - also partly because he was excited to hear that his affections were being returned.
It was too late for him to move at this point since his crush ran into him, falling to her butt and staring up at him with a horrified expression. “I-I didn’t mean to listen to you!!” He yelled, bowing at a ninety-degree angle before helping her up. By the touch of his hand, she could feel him sweating a lot, not because of the games, but because of how nervous he was right now. “Y-You don’t have to wait for the Winter Cup to e-end… I l-like you!” He shut his eyes tightly, a part of him wanting to end this embarrassing moment.
She brightened up, jumping up and wrapping her arms around his neck, which only made the boy lose balance and fall to the ground with her on top. “I like you, a lot, Yukio-kun…” He couldn’t speak, not because of her confession, but because of the position they were in. Attempting to stay strong, he tried to say a couple of words but he felt his eyes roll back and everything just blacked out. “OH MY GOODNESS, YUKIO-KUN JUST FAINTED!!”
Summary: Childhood feuds are meant to remain as a memory, nothing to be taken too seriously. Unfortunately, you and Kim Taehyung aren’t that mature.
It turned out that you and Taehyung didn’t need to wait two
days until you guys were able to meet again. Your parents had decided that it
would be proper to reintroduce the two of you as adults to their close friends.
That’s how you ended up waking up earlier than you would have liked (again) and
why you were sitting beside a less than pleased Taehyung, who also looked like
he was lacking sleep for once in his bubbly life. The usual family friend
questions were asked. If you don’t know what they are, consider yourself
privileged. Things like “are you married yet?” and “are you thinking about
getting married?” were often the topic of discussion. They’d drag their own
kids into it or even their nieces and nephews—just whoever was close by. Then
they’d turn their attention back to you or Taehyung and continue some useless
discussion. Eventually it went from extremely personal life to not so personal
life. They asked about your job.
Step by Step process for my Valentine’s Day pics! Done in Manga Studio 5!
(Picture of layers beneath steps)
1) The line art. I use maybe up to 4 layers for separate sections. The line art is not black, but red. I used to make my line art black, but never do anymore. You want your line art to blend in with the colors of the picture. I spend the most time on the line art, since it’s mostly figuring out hair. The hair takes a little effort, but I enjoy drawing it a lot :)
2) Flat color. I make sure I don’t use any colors that are too dark. The general rule for this is that you have to pick a main color, and the farther you get from the main color, the less saturation you use. The main color here is red, because the line art is red.
You can see that Toshi’s hair looks pretty blue here. But it’s actually not. It’s a cool grey. I wanted his hair to contrast with hers, but you can’t put in too much blue, if your main color is red. Black hair has blue undertones, typically.
3) Typical shading layer. Just add a new layer and paint bucket it dark blue. Then clip it to the flat color layer and set the opacity to whatever you want (I set all of these to exactly 39%.) I also use this layer to make sure I colored in everything below it, since anything you haven’t colored in will stay white no matter what you do.
4) Gradient layer 1. This is on the Add glow setting at around 50%. I alter the color depending on the picture.
5) Gradient layer 2. I do the same thing as the previous layer, but this time it’s closer to 30% and I always have a different color than the first gradient color. I also set this to repeat itself, and position it on the edges of the picture.
6) I go back and add a regular layer underneath the shading layer. (This is layer 4, below). I go to my “smooth watercolor” brush, click on a bright red, and paint over the redder parts of the skin. I always add to the ears, lips, nose and cheeks. But don’t add too much. This will make your people look more alive and emotional.
7) I go back to my shading layer (Layer 3), and erase a few select areas here and there. I only added some light spots to their profiles, and a few dots on the noses and ears. This gives it more of a ripe look. Then I use my smooth watercolor tool to blend the erased areas slightly.
The reason I like to go back after adding all of my layers is to get a good understanding of what it will look like completed before adding little details.
8) I gave it a black background to make it pop, and put in my signature. I never want my signature to be placed somewhere that will distract from the picture itself, I actually put a little thought into it.
Here are the layers:
This is a coloring style I use sometimes. It takes very little time, and is still lovely. There is little shading involved, and the focus is the line art.
So the prompt from stopyoudontevenknowme was Will and Nico texting and the Apollo cabin getting fed up. Again, I took so many liberties with this that you barely recognize the prompt, but it’s still there. Feel free to message me or send anything through my ask! :D
-Do ghosts fart?
“Hazel. Hey Hazel, are you awake?”
A grumble was heard from the pile of blankets that lay on the other bed. A head of frizzy curls poked from one end of it. Hazel tried blinking the sleep from her eyes, which seemed quite difficult since she could barely hold her head up.
“What is it Nico? Did you have a nightmare?”
“No, no, I’m fine. Will just asked me if ghosts farted. Do the lares in New Rome fart? I’m pretty sure the ones in the Underworld don’t, or they might just be too polite and not do if in front of me, being the boss’ son and all.”
Can you do something with young Remus? Over Christmas break and the reader’s staying with him cuz she didn’t want to go home (bad life, but guys don’t know) and he takes her skating, but he has to teach her. And they end up kissing or something?
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‘Are you ready?’ You heard Remus say through the door. You were stood in front of the mirror, biting your lip. ‘Just a second.’ You called back. You adjusted the large coat you were wearing and sighed, ‘That’s the best it’s gonna get.’ You said to yourself before opening the door to reveal a very cuddly looking Remus in his beanie and large sweater. ‘I like your coat.’ Remus smiled, which made you smile. ‘Thanks.’ You whispered. You followed Remus downstairs to the living room where is parents sat by the fire, reading. ‘We’re going ice skating.’ Remus said to them. Lyall and Hope looked up. ‘You two have fun.’ Hope beamed. Lyall smiled at you, ‘Watch out for this one,’ He said, nodding at Remus, ‘He gets carried away on the ice.’ He said, making Remus groan. ‘Daaad.’ He whined, shaking his head, ‘We’ll be back whenever.’ He called, walking out the front door. ‘Bye.’ You waved to his parents before following Remus. ‘So,’ Remus said, as you began your walk to the lake, ‘You must be wishing you were home, right?’ He asked. ‘What? Why?’ ‘I dunno,’ He shrugged, ‘It’s not like it’s hugely fun staying at my house.’ He said. You looked at him, ‘Are you kidding me? It’s the most fun I’ve ever had in my life.’ You said, kicking the snow. ‘Really? It’s a bit quite for me.’ Remus admitted, ‘I like a bit of chaos - that’s why I’m friends with James and Sirius…and you of course.’ He winked. ‘I like the quiet.’ You said, almost in a whisper. ‘Well while I’m not in school that is.’ ‘Why?’ Remus asked lightly. ‘It’s not so nice to have to listen to yelling and screaming over Christmas dinner.’ You said, looking at the ground. ‘Noisy neighbors?’ Remus laughed. ‘No.’ You whispered. Out of the corner of your eyes you saw the smile drop off his face. ‘Is everything o-’ ‘You’ll have to teach me how to skate.’ You said, cutting Remus off and changing the subject. ‘Right.’ He said, still looking at you funny. ‘Is it hard?’ ‘What?’ ‘Skating?’ ‘Oh.’ Remus said, finally understanding that you wanted to move on, ‘Uh yeah I suppose. But I’m a pro so you’ll have no problems.’ He said, jokingly. ‘Really?’ You laughed, ‘You some kind of skater boy?’ You winked. ‘Oh totally.’ He replied.
Finally you made it to the lake and it was picture perfect. The snow was beautifully even across the paddock and it hung in the trees like something from a film. And the lake itself had a gorgeous thick layer or ice over it. ‘Wow.’ You said, ‘You got to grow up here?’ You said, impressed. ‘Yeah.’ He smiled, ‘It was a good childhood. Well until I…you know…’ He trailed off. You took his hand and squeezed it reassuringly. He smiled. ‘You ready skater boy?’ You asked. ‘You betcha.’
You pulled on your skates and in no time you were clinging desperately to Remus who seemed to glide along the ice with no difficulties at all. ‘Remus slow down - oh jesus.’ You said, almost falling flat on your face. Remus just grinned and kept going, pulling you along as he did. ‘You’re getting it!’ he said. ‘Shut up, you’re just saying that so I’ll let go of you and then fall through the ice.’ You said laughing. ‘Damn, you figured out my plan.’ Remus grinned. ‘Okay look.’ He said, ‘You stay here-’ He said, letting go of your arm and skating backwards a little bit. ‘Remus don’t you dare-’ You said as he let go. ‘It’s okay.’ He laughed. He was now about 4 meters away from you. ‘Just skate to me.’ He said, ‘I know you can do it.’ You took a deep breath. ‘Alright.’ You said, making him beam. You composed yourself and then slowly began to make your way to him, moving your legs in rhythm. ‘You’re doing it!’ Remus shouted, excitedly. Just as you got to Remus you grinned before slipping. As you were about to collide with the ice Remus caught you and pulled you up - your faces very close together. ‘I got cocky.’ You breathed out, laughing. Remus Smiled, shaking his head. He leaned in and kissed you. You were taken by surprise but at the same time had absolutely no problems with kissing Remus. After the kiss broke Remus blushed, ‘What now?’ He asked. ‘Now,’ You started, ‘you have to finish what you started.’ You said, winking. ‘S-started?’ Remus stuttered, looking a little bit mortified. ‘Yes, lover-boy,’ You said seductively. ‘And-uh-what would that be?’ He asked, going redder and redder. ‘Well,’ You licked your lips, ‘We’re stuck in the middle of the frozen pond and although your intention was to teach me to skate you actually ended up kissing me which was brilliant, don’t get me wrong, but without you I am very much stranded here.’ You said as dryly as you could. Remus broke out in a smile of relief. ‘Right, yes.’ He said. ‘Why? What did you think I meant?’ You asked, pretending to be totally oblivious. Remus rolled his eyes, ‘You’re a jerk.’ He laughed. He took your hands and helped you back onto the snowy bank. ‘That was fun.’ You said sincerely as you took your skates off. ‘Still better than home?’ He asked. ‘A lot better than home.’ You said truthfully. Remus put his arm around you and brought you into him. ‘Seriously though is everything okay at home?’ He asked. You looked up at him. ‘Not really, Remus. But hey, everyone has to go through crap, right? I mean if it weren’t for the bad times we couldn’t appreciate the good times.’ You said - kind of sarcastically but also not. Remus nodded, ‘Yeah.’ He said. ‘Come on,’ You said standing up, ‘Let’s go back home. I don’t know if you know this but your mother’s cookies are the best cookies I have ever tasted.’ You said. ‘Well in that case we better get you home before you die from withdraws.’ Remus said laughing. He followed you up the bank and as he caught up to you, slipped his hand into yours. You looked up and Remus and smiled. ‘What?’ He asked, smiling back. ‘Thanks.’ You whispered. Remus squeezed your hand and nodded - knowing that there was nothing else to be said.
19. “The paint’s supposed to go where?” Non-magic AU where Seamus answered a model ad in the newspaper on a dare (2490 words)
Seamus glanced down at the address on the piece of paper in his hand and back up at the apartment building. This seemed to be the right place, and his heartbeat sped up a little as he walked up and buzzed apartment 14.
“Hello?” a voice said. Despite the grainy intercom, Seamus recognized the voice to be the same one he’d talked to on the phone after answering the ad. Apparently he was taking a photography course, and the final project was to have a photo shoot with a human model that also combined a medium of art that they’re more comfortable with.
“Uh, yeah, it’s Seamus?” he said awkwardly. “I answered yer ad.”
“Oh! Great, yeah, come on up.”
The door clicked and Seamus let himself inside, cursing his best friend Lavender with each step he took up the stairs. Maybe the guy didn’t even want a model, maybe he just wanted new skin to add to his collection of human skins. Maybe he wanted to harvest Seamus’ teeth. Maybe he wanted to steal Seamus’ liver and feed it to his man-eating parakeet. Who knew?
Character A returns to their birth-town for the holidays. Character B is their estranged childhood best friend.
(header by the incredibly sweet and talented @katie-dub) This is kinda short and kinda different and kinda weird but I hope you like it.
Round the World (and home again); ~ 1, 400 words; FF.NET || AO3
It’s December and Emma has never seen the sky that angry at the world. But, to be honest, she doesn’t spend that much time gazing at the sky. She is too busy throwing clothes in a duffel bag.
She is, clearly, without a doubt, certifiably, insane.
Another pair of jeans for sure.
She is absolutely out of her mind.
And her sneakers.
She is not considering the consequences and all the possible ways this could blow in her face.
And an extra pair of socks never hurts, right?
She has been aching all day at the memory of his face when she said she won’t be there to send him off and now-
Maybe two extra pairs?
She is not considering or thinking or rationalizing or analyzing. She is going with her gut. Heart. Whatever.
She zips up her duffel, takes the stairs two at a time and consequently almost falls on her face. She wrenches the Bug’s door open, throws her bag in the back and breaks every traffic law on her way to the docks.
She misses him.
“Did you go home?”
“Did you go to Ireland first?”
“Ah, no. No, I thought… a journey doesn’t start at home, it ends there, right?”
A/N: This is all dettiot’s fault. Title from “Pony” by Ginuwine, because, reasons. Magic Mike belongs to Warner Brothers and was written by Reid Carolin. Arrow characters belong to DC and the CW. Also tagging onlyhere4olicity because she asked, and holysmoaksoliver in case she’s willing to play fast and loose with the definition of “fantasy” for this week’s movie AU challenge. :)
Does it have to be so loud? Is it this loud in female strip clubs? Like, the ones where it’s females stripping? Instead of, whatever this place is called, the Fortress of Boditude? Ugh, really?
Felicity has a lot of questions. The most pressing of which is, when can we leave?
“Now ladies, we have a few rules before the Men of Steel take the stage” The man onstage has a heavy Australian accent and is wearing leather pants and an actual eyepatch. That’s it. She’s getting out of here. “The law says it is illegal for you lot to do anything but ogle the grade-A product that’s about to grace our fine stage.”
“Is this guy for real?” she murmurs to Lyla, who only lets out a scoff before turning her attention back to her cell phone.
“Smoak, I swear to god, if you’re being a party pooper, I’m going to volunteer you the first chance I get.”
happy new year everybody! our first imagine of 2016 will be a Rick x Reader imagine and the christmas association is “christmas jumper”. i hope you enjoy reading daddy!Rick as much as i enjoyed writing it (NOT daddykink!Rick lmao although i made reference to that oops) - gabby (1,619 words)
Glenn and I had been the group’s most reliable people to go on runs since the beginning, always trying our hardest to find what everyone needed, and not returning home until we’d found it. I was asking around for requests, making a list of things we needed to find, when Rick’s familiar arms snaked around my waist, making me jump.
“Rick, you scared me,” I breathed, giving him a shy peck on the cheek. It felt so foreign to display our love for each other in front of the group, especially after having hidden our relationship for months. But everyone had taken it well, and had warmed to the idea of us being together.
“Could you find me something warm to wear in the evenings?” He asked, brushing my hair away from my face. “It’s getting cold.”
“Anything for you,” I replied with a kiss. Glenn and Noah both began to make ‘vomiting’ noises, mocking our mushiness. We couldn’t help it though, we were relishing being able to finally act like a couple.
Glenn and I were beyond satisfied when we returned from our run; we’d come across some sort of Walmart rip-off we hadn’t yet explored and there were plenty of supplies we could take. I felt rather accomplished as I tossed Carol the bar of chocolate I ‘forgot’ to hand into the pantry, making her promise to let me have at least two cookies from the batch.
I’d even found Rick a warm knitted jumper… only, there was a slight catch. I giggled to myself as I jogged up the stairs to find him, eager to see how ridiculous he’d look in a Christmas jumper when, despite the cold nights, it was quite evidently summertime.
After popping into Carl’s room to drop off a comic book I’d found, and returning his high-five, I made my way next door to Rick’s bedroom. He stood in the afternoon light that shone through the open window, holding his daughter in his arms and talking to her in a gentle, loving voice. The light reflected on his smiling cheeks, and my heart almost melted at the sight before me. I opened the door as silently as I could, being careful not to disturb them, but Rick had heard my quiet footsteps and greeted me with a beaming face.
“Welcome back, Y/N,” he held up Judith’s tiny hand so she could wave hello at me. I waved back before kissing her soft head, smoothing down her slightly static hair.
“I found you something to wear,” I remarked, taking Judith into my arms and holding her comfortably on my hip. She babbled in delight as she played with my hair; I tried not to wince as she tugged on it a little too enthusiastically. “But you gotta close your eyes before you put it on.”
“That’s a little suspicious,” Rick said, but he complied and closed his eyes tightly shut as he took the jumper from my hands and pulled it over his head, his hair fluffing up in the process. “How do I look? Can I open my eyes?”
My hysterical laughter was the only response Rick got, and as he opened his eyes and recognised his reflection he too began to grin.
“What… what the hell is this, Y/N?”
“It’s a Christmas jumper!” I replied between giggles. The jumper had a huge, tacky reindeer’s head stitched onto the front, with a wreath surrounding it. It was obnoxious and just so ugly, but somehow Rick managed to pull it off.
“You’re unbelievable, it’s like, July,” he chuckled, wiping at his eyes that had watered with the intensity of his laughs.
“Squeeze the nose,” I managed to choke out; Judith was also giggling at this point, her head resting tiredly on my shoulder. Rick squeezed the nose, and even before the song began my eyes were streaming once again, the hilarity of the situation was too much.
The jumper sang out an incredibly slow, warped version of “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer”, the batteries had quite obviously seen better days. Rick looked at me in horror as the song rang out, before a huge grin spread over his face. He squeezed the nose repeatedly in an attempt to stop the awful music, but each time he pressed it the song would start from the beginning again. By the time the song had finally finished, Rick and I had aching faces and stomachs from giggling so much.
“Doesn’t Daddy look adorable in his jumper, Judith?” I asked, tickling her cheek lightly and nodding towards her father, who was modelling the jumper in an incredibly cheesy fashion, as if he were on a runway.
“Yeah,” Judith replied, and Rick and I gazed at each other with wide eyes and open mouths after registering what had just happened.
“Did she just-” I began to say, but Rick interrupted me by shouting for Carl.
“What’s going on?” Carl asked as he rushed into the room, shaking his head in amusement and smirking to himself as he noticed his father’s outfit. “You look so ridiculous, Dad. Nice work, Y/N.”
“Judith just said ‘yeah’,” Rick gushed, kissing his daughter’s head proudly, unable to wipe the smile from his overjoyed face. “Didn’t you, Judith?”
“Yeah,” she said again, more confidently. The three of us cheered and fussed over her; I swung her around in the air which made her squeal in excitement, before passing her over to her proud brother. I didn’t recognise it at the time, but everything seemed ordinary in that moment, like there weren’t dead people walking around outside the walls of Alexandria. And, on top of that, Rick and I seemed ordinary, our relationship feeling so natural, and so perfect.
Evening had fallen, and once Rick had put Judith to bed and had said goodnight to Carl and everyone else, he entered his bedroom to find me curled up underneath his sheets.
“Hello, you,” he said with a yawn, slipping underneath the warm sheets to join me. He wrapped his arms around my waist, raising an eyebrow suggestively as he noticed I was wearing only my underwear. I rolled my eyes in jest at his cheekiness, and he chuckled and pulled me closer to him so that I could roll onto his chest. Just as I was admiring the soft, warm fabric of his jumper, an all-too-familiar song began to play; I must have crushed the reindeer’s nose.
“Oh, not again,” Rick groaned as his jumper began to play Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer; luckily the batteries must have ran out halfway through the song, either that or it broke when Rick pulled it over his head and threw it forcefully against the wall.
His fingers twisted gently in my hair that was splayed out across his bare chest as I admired the constellations of moles and freckles decorating his skin. I ran my fingers along the light tufts of hair on his chest, loving the way it tickled my cheek when I nuzzled into him. His other hand was occupied by tracing patterns over my back, lulling me into a comfortable sleepiness.
“I love seeing you with Carl and Judith,” Rick half-whispered, his voice husky.
“I love spending time with you all,” I replied in a mumble, moving my head upwards so that I was resting in the crook of his neck.
“It’s like everything’s normal, you know?” I nodded in response, giving him a light kiss on the neck. “Hearing you call me daddy, seeing you holding my daughter and making my son smile.”
“So you like it when I call you daddy?” I teased, propping myself up on one elbow and facing him with a mischievous smirk. “That’s a little kinky.”
“Stop it,” Rick grumbled, running a hand through his hair and trying to restrain the sides of his mouth from turning up in amusement. “That’s not what I meant.”
“Whatever, Grimes,” I joked, before giving him a quick kiss on the lips and turning to face away from him. I was thankful that he couldn’t see my blushing face as his hands ran upwards from my waist, his calloused fingers causing me to shiver. Suddenly his hands had reached up to unfasten my bra, and he was tossing it onto the floor alongside his jumper.
“What was that for?” I asked, turning round to face him, my face even redder than before. I watched as Rick attempted to stifle a laugh, before he whispered directly into my ear.
“What daddy wants, daddy gets.” He could barely finish the phrase before bursting into laughter, burying his embarrassed face into the pillow, and soon enough I too was spluttering and sitting with my mouth wide open in both shock and amusement, shaking my head in disbelief.
“I’m starting to think you actually do have some sort of kink,” I mocked, but before Rick could object, loud cries called out from the direction of Judith’s room. Our childish giggles must have woken her up; hopefully we didn’t disturb everyone else also.
“I’ll go.” I said with a sleepy smile, rolling out of bed and stretching as I stood up.
“You sure, Y/N?” Rick asked, his eyes unsubtly fixated on my naked torso.
“I’m sure,” I reassured him, admiring the way he looked all tangled up in the bedsheets, his hair messy and his eyes half-shut. I wished Glenn still had his Polaroid so I that could take a picture of Rick in that moment and preserve it. Pulling that goddamn jumper over my head, and feeling surprised at how comfortable it was, I flashed Rick a sleepy grin before leaving to tend to Judith, finding myself singing that stupid Christmas song to help her fall asleep.
This Request was really interesting. Thank you, sakura654 and I hope you enjoy.
Title: Under The Candle Lights
Summary: Sasuke and Sakura are on the last day of their trip and they’ve decided to celebrate it in an intimate way.
Notes: Oneshot- Lemon (not heavy but, still… Rated M)
The friction between their bodies was intense.
The kisses, the panting and the breathing were intense.
Their love, in that cold winter night, was intense.
His left hand traveled around her back and his nails were leaving a red trail behind, as if to draw a map on her body with the places where he had been. The marks traveled from her shoulders, passing through her scars and to lowest part of her back, getting redder as he got rougher. She was the one to be blamed for it. She was the one who would drive him insane just for being who she is. That was her power over him. That was the way she had to let his intern beast out. And the decision of taming it was always up to her. But, in times such as those, not even her inhuman strength could hold back that insatiable side of the Uchiha.
His lips hovered over hers as if to tease her. He waited to see for how long she would be able to control her desire for him. To measure the level of her hunger. And, as expected, his wife was starving for she immediately claimed his lips as hers. She kissed him deeply, following the lead of his tongue and pulling him closer by his dark locks. No space in between them was allowed. Their legs were tangled and their hips were constantly bumping against one another. The temperature in between them was way over the highest of the fevers. Their hearts were beating in a single frequency and their eyes- oh, those eyes so full of lust- seemed to be making love just as hard as their bodies.
“ nice way of ending a trip, don’t you think?”
“ hn. Indeed.”
A smirk on his lips and a dirty smile on hers. Of course it was a great way of ending their four months trip. Ever since they had decided to spend some time away from Konoha just the two of them, life had, indeed, been lovely. No matter where they were in that vast world or how many days away from their friends they had to face, Sasuke and Sakura Uchiha were surely enjoying their marriage. Unfortunately, the time came when they were summoned back by the gray haired Hokage. And, since he was the boss, the newly wed couple was saying goodbye to the anonymity in the best way they knew.
The girl, occupying a spot on his lap, kissed his chin eagerly as he tried his best to hold back a groan. He could feel his manhood getting harder as she moved her pelvis back and forth. Sasuke was reaching his limit already and, by the way her eyes were shutting down with such strength, he knew his wife wouldn’t hold on for that much longer, which was a shame for he simply loved to see her like that. So natural. So fragile. So vulnerable. Yes, Sakura was all of these things at that moment. And that just made him love her more.
“ Sakura… I-”
Her emeralds connected with his dark pearls and he already knew the answer for his unmade question. Just like when he had arrived from a long day in the woods to find her waiting for him with a glass of wine on her hands, the male Uchiha knew his wife’s intentions and desires. He was having the same things, to be honest. So, just like some moments before, the husband took the lead and, slowly, started to lower her back until her skin was in contact with that warm poncho of his. That clothing was the only thing shielding their bodies from the cold wooden floor of that cottage and it had been there ever since they had started their little action in the middle of the living room. Those two were, doubtlessly, desperate for each other.
With her body underneath his and with a single candle light outlining just one side of her milky skin, Sasuke couldn’t help but to have the best of the thoughts making a smile appear on his lips. He couldn’t help but to be glad to be there with her. With someone he loves and someone who loves him more than just too much. At such times, the raven haired boy couldn’t be happier for her stubbornness. It was thank to it that they were together and happily married at that moment. It was thanks to it that he was alive. And, for that, he couldn’t be more grateful.
“ what are you smiling for?”
“ uh? I-It’s nothing…”
“ come on… I’m your wife, you can tell me this stuff, you know?”
That blushing and sincere girl he called wife was way too cute for him to resist. How come he had never realized that before?
“ hn… If you wanna know that much…” He smirked, leaning closer to her ear. “ I love you, Uchiha Sakura.”
After those words were said and his lips were chastely placed on her cheek, the former Haruno’s face went redder than a tomato. He knew she was already blushing by that time but, after openly saying those intimate words, the levels of red went to the top. Sakura was, doubtlessly, a silly girl, he thought. Even after everything they were doing and after all those months they had been married, she would still blush over those words. Not that he wouldn’t if she had been the one to say them but… His wife hasn’t changed a bit ever since they were kids. Actually, she had. She was no longer that same Haruno Sakura she used to be anymore. From that trip on, she was Uchiha Sakura. And that sounded a lot better in his ears.
Due to his lack of arm, Sasuke couldn’t help but stumbling down when she pulled him in a kiss. His head fell near the crop of her neck and, if only he could see her face, his eyes would be greeted with a stunning smile.
“ I-I love you too…”
Sakura did look like a kid back then, but, once her tender touches returned and her husband regained his full balance over her, both of them quickly returned to their mature selves and their love became as strong as their powers combined. It was time, indeed, for them to become one.
She nodded, caressing his cheek with the back of her hand. Such gesture made him close his eyes and, tenderly, lean over to the side where her hand was pressed. Sasuke could never be looking so handsome and pure like in that moment. All that blood in his hand and all of that dark past were being released from his shoulders and that soft smile on his face just made him look as if the past hadn’t broken him. At that time, even if she couldn’t see, Sakura was the one putting his pieces together and making him whole again. She was making all of that change. A change that would bring love back to his life.
In a blink of an eye, the male Uchiha finally made his way inside of her. For she had been kept a virgin until not that long ago, Sasuke knew he couldn’t expect her to handle all of the pain. He knew tears could spill from her eyes and that she could even faint. He knew it all and respected her time. Still, there were just some things he could not hold back. Even if he wanted to.
With soft moves, Sasuke brushed her insides, making her moan in consequence. His eyes captured as her nails gripped on his poncho and how her head would fall behind. The friction between them, her scent filling his nostrils, their entangled bodies and the view of her naked body so close just made it harder for him to go easily. Every time he moved up or down he could feel his excitement growing bigger as her moans were released. The boy felt the need to kiss her and so he did and she gladly welcomed his tongue. Going right, left, up and down and also whenever he moved to her neck. The pleasure was just too much for her. Even if her mind didn’t picture his body naked all the time, Sakura had to admit that having that kind of relation with the love of her life was simply perfect. Unfortunately, it could not last forever.
For being just two humans underneath all of those abilities, both of them were reaching their limits. Breathing was getting harder and he could feel her body completely melting at his touch. His own moves were getting slower too and he couldn’t really bring himself to move anymore. It was time to call it for that night so, with one last thrust, the boy made his way out, falling to his right side. Both of them were visibly exhausted and, at that moment, the only thing they managed to do was getting closer so they could share a little of that body heat. Even if those two were panting hard at that moment, soon, they knew, the cold would envelop the room and they wouldn’t be able to simply stay there completely naked. However, none of them seemed to care about that at that moment. All they cared, in fact, was about staying together. The rest would be the rest.
“ … I don’t know how I’ve never thought about bringing you with me before.” He said, breathing hard and smirking.
“ what do you mean by that?”
“ if I had thought about it before, things would have been a lot better and I wouldn’t have had to eat so much junk in the woods.”
“ so… Basically you’re saying I’m just here to feed you in the both meanings of the word?”
“ pretty much.”
“… You’re a jerk, Uchiha Sasuke."
She glared, pouted and, finally, turned her face away from him. With her body like that, the boy couldn’t help but to appreciate the view of her nude back. He followed her legs and her curves and the way her longer pink locks fell on her skin. How come such a beautiful girl had accepted to be his wife? How come he was so lucky to have her completely for himself? Perhaps he would never know for sure. Still, he didn’t need the answer to enjoy his time with her.
Spooning his wife from behind was the first thing he did. With his right hand placed alongside her arm, the male Uchiha intertwined their fingers together as he kissed the nape of her neck. No matter how much she tried, it wasn’t simply possible to be mad at him.
” you know I’m kidding, right?“
” are you?“
” yes… You’re not here just for that.“
” really? Then why am I here for?“ She said, turning to face him once again.
” you’re also here to wash my clothes, of course.“ He smirked, again.
”… I think going home won’t be that bad then…“
She glared, giving him a cornered smile. Of course Sakura knew he was kidding. She knew he would never admit the real reason and she was fine with that. As long as he demonstrated them by bringing her the flowers he found on the fields or by taking her to see the most breathtaking views or simply by coming back to her everyday; she would be okay. In fact, she would be more than just okay.
His fingers softly started to play with her pink locks as they both held a thoughtful expression in their faces. Their trip had finally come to an end and in the next day they would be both returning home. Home to her parents and to their friends and, specially, to that blonde idiot who had sent them letters practically every day. They just couldn’t wait to see the blonde’s reaction when they told him the news. Naruto was definitely gonna be furious at them when he discovered his friends were married and he didn’t really know about it. Still, he would be happy, nonetheless. They all would. But not happier than the couple itself. Those two were, doubtlessly, in the peak of their happiness.
” do you miss Konoha, Sasuke-kun?“
” a little… I would be lying if I told you I want to go home tomorrow but… Perks of being a ninja, right?“
” I guess… What will you miss the most about here?“
” that’s easy… Having you all for myself.“ He said, wrapping his hand around her waist and bringing her closer. Their breathing tickling their lips.
” silly… You’ll always have that not mattering where we are…“
” hn… I guess you’re right… Since you’ll be living with me at the Uchiha compound now… I guess going home will be quite amazing too.“
” yeah… It was a perfect trip, indeed… Thank you for letting me join you.“
” no… Thank you for joining me…“
” now and forever.“
With smiles on their faces and a small part of his poncho covering them, the couple literally slept in each other’s arms. The night would be a long one and in the next day they would have a long way home. Yet, forever they would remember about the trip that changed their lives. Going home would be an amazing adventure.
A/N: So basically, if you know me you know that I love angst. So that’s what this is. Please don’t kill me for all the reasons that you should. (One of them being writing this instead of updating my multi-chapter lol. It’s been a while since I’ve written and posted, so I’m going to argue that this is practice). Anyways, this is like a commitment issues story and I hope it makes you sad :D Also, shout out to lashtonirmings for being so enthusiastic about this lol
Pairing: Luke/reader Word Count: 2857
You sat with your lips puckered, sucking in your cheeks as your makeup artist, Roxanne, dusted the contours beneath your cheekbones with powder.
“You don’t have to do that, doll, remember? I can actually find your cheekbones better when you don’t,” Roxanne laughed.
“Right,” you smiled, posing your face in a rested state. “I’m so used to doing that when I try to makeover my own face, I guess.”
Roxanne grinned, silently continuing her previous work at readying you for your photo shoot for Rolling Stone Magazine. Roxy had been your makeup artist and stylist since you first entered this business five years ago and since then she had become one of your closest friends. Actually, she was more like a big sister and one of the only people you were sure was not only friends with you for your status.
A buzz against your leg startled you from your reverie, your hand pulling the phone from your pocket as your finger glided across the screen to reveal a text message.
Thinking of you, it read and you instantly felt your cheeks burn with a color that was probably redder than the blush stain that Roxanne was currently painting on your skin.