Uni roomate AU hate sex? And d and p hate each other and are free to love together, not even the first day there Phil gets cocky ad starts getting in Dan's face, lots f sexual tension and kinks?
Warnings!! Smut: Daddy kink, Dom! Phil, degradation, dirty talk, hate sex, angry fucking, witty banter, etc etc.
~When Dan found out he was put into the same room as Phil Lester on the first day of university, he was less than thrilled to say the least. Ever since they met the year before, they had never seemed to get along. And now that university was starting up again, Dan was put in the same room on him since they both needed a roommate.
~Phil Lester came bruiting in, throwing his duffle bag across the room and sitting on the top bunk. His hair was messed up in the back but still in is usual fringe, his short sleeved Muse T-shirt showing each one of his tattoos off, his ripped skinny jean clad legs swinging off the top bunk as he watched Dan unpack.
~Dan was bent over, folding and putting clothes into his bottom drawer. He hadn’t been paying mind to his position, not noticing Phil watching his ass move. “You know.” Phil said after a moment, watching Dan more for a second before continuing. “If you weren’t such a fuckin’ prude, you’d be someone I’d definitely consider fucking.”
~Dan rolled his eyes, snapping back into an upright position, looking at Phil. “Was that supposed to be some fucked up compliment? And they say romance is dead.”
~Phil chuckled and starts cracking his knuckles as he spoke. “Romance? You couldn’t pay me to date you. Putting up with your whining bitch self? I’d kill myself.” He chuckled. “But that ass. That’s something special. You get laid often?” He asked.
~Dan chuckled bitterly, crossing his arms and looking at him. “Even if I was what business of yours is it?” Dan replied, his time sharp and snarky. “I’ve heard you’re a promiscuous type.” Phil commented, smirking at him.
~Dan shook his head. “You’re insufferable you know that? I’m not promiscuous. I enjoy my fun.” He said. “Unlike you who fucks everything that has a pulse.”
~Phil shrugged, looking at him and keeping the confident smirk plastered across his face. “Haven’t fucked you yet. Even I have standards.”
~Dan scoffed, looking at him back and giving him an angry glare. “Yeah like you could fuck me. I’m a bit above the bar of cheap blondes and easy twinks you pick up.”
~Phil shrugged and got down off the top bunk by jumping, clapping as he walked towards Dan, combat boots hitting the ground hard as he did. “You’re not exactly a prize, Danny.” He smirked. “But you’re definitely fuckable”
~Dan sneered, turning away from Phil as he grew closer, hearing his steps stop. “Sorry, I don’t fuck bullying, punk ass man whores.” Dan said and Phil chuckled.
~Phil shrugged and moved to pull the back of Dan’s hair. “Care to put your money where your mouth is?” He smirked. “Because you wanna keep talking, I’ll knock your teeth down your fucking throat.” He threatened and Dan turned around once he let go, glaring, angry. “You couldn’t even if you fucking tried.” He said.
~Phil smirked again and shrugged. “Have it your way.” He said, grinning before punching Dan straight in the chin, knocking him back.
~Dan coughed, jaw grit in pain and glaring at Phil from where he was on the floor, lunging up to knock him down, trying to swing and missing, getting hit again.
~Dan groaned loudly, leaning back on the floor, only a few feet away from Phil on the linoleum floor. “You look oddly hot right now.” Phil commented.
~Dan wiped his mouth, his jaw and cheek already starting to bruise. “Right. Why are you flirting with me after hitting me twice?” He chuckled, trying not to try and hit him again, knowing he couldn’t.
~Phil shrugged and waited a moment before getting up, moving between Dan’s legs. Dan didn’t know what he was doing until he felt a hand wrap around his throat hard, Phil’s lips on his moving fast.
~Dan kissed back, unsure why as the pressure on his neck tightened, gasping for air. Phil moved his tongue passed Dan’s lips, exploring his mouth and pinning him to the ground with his body weight, still gripping his neck.
~Phil let go, moving an arm under Dan’s waist to pull them chest to chest, pulling away from the kiss and burying his face in his neck, starting to kiss and nip at the soft skin. “I hate you so fucking much.” He mumbled against his skin.
~Dan moaned quietly, his legs moving around Phil’s waist tightly. “Yet you’re kissing me.” He commented and Phil gripped his waist tightly, biting down particularly hard and earning a loud moan from the writhing boy under him.
~Phil growled, moving his hands up under Dan’s shirt, roaming his chest to his lower back, holding him close as he went to work bruising his neck. He moved back, pulling dan up with him in his lap as he rested back on himself.
~Dan moved with him languidly, easily giving in and being submissive. “F-fuck.” He mumbled, feeling his lips on his sensitive neck.
~Phil moaned quietly against his skin as Dan instinctively started grinding into him in the position they were in. His hands wandered down, grabbing his ass and groaning. “You’re so fucking stupid but god damn.” He groaned.
~Dan chuckled breathlessly through a moan. “Degrade me Daddy.” He smirked, feeling the grip tighten and making him gasp. “Oh I intend to.” Phil spoke lowly and Dan shuddered.
~Quick, Phil stood up, slamming Dan into the wall and kissing him again, roughly, hard and passionate, lust and hate filling the room, tension thick as the two kissed. Tongues clashing, hips moving against each other, high pitched moans from Dan echoing off the walls.
~Phil moved them once more, slamming Dans body into the bed and pulling off his shirt as quick as he could manage before going back to Dan, lips molding to his perfectly.
~Dan moved his arms around his neck, hand lacing through his hair and pulling as they kissed. “Daddy..” he groaned slightly, moaning into his mouth when he started to palm Dan over his jeans, putting pressure on his already aching erection.
~Phil popped the button of Dan’s jeans, getting down the zipper quickly all while having his mouth on Dan’s. His hand moved under his boxers, taking him in hand and stroking him slowly.
~Dan pulled back, choking out a quiet moan at the contact, feeling Phil’s hand tug and jerk his cock, thumb swiping through his slit each time he came up, flicking his wrist as he sped up.
~Dan arched his back off the mattress, giving in to Phil’s touch. “Such a worthless slut.” He chuckled, watching Dan squirm under him in pleasure. “Letting someone you can’t fucking stand touch your cock, make you feel good.” He smirked and pulled back his hand, looking at him. “Get up and strip, or you’ll be punished.” He instructed.
~Dan wanted to argue as make a smart remark but went against it, standing up and doing as told. Phil watched him, seeing his shirt and pants hit the ground quick.
~Once Dan had stripped, Phil pulled him into his lap and moved his hands down to grip his ass tightly. “Lube?” He asked and dan nodded eagerly, pointing to the cupboard by the bed. Phil reached over, pulling out the small pink bottle. “Princess has a vibrator.” He smirked and popped the cap.
~Dan blushed brightly, shaking his head. “Fuck you” he tried and Phil chuckled, two fingers pressing to Dan’s entrance now. “I’m gonna.” He smirked.
~Phil pushed in two fingers, feeling Dan tighten around the digits, already starting to bounce against them with need. Dan bit his lip, hands resting against Phil’s lower stomach as he moved himself along Phil’s fingers, trying to fuck himself back and moaning quietly.
~Phil smirked and slowly started to stretch him, searching for his spot. Dan moaned loudly, falling forward, burying his face in Phil’s shoulder. Phil rubbed over the sensitive bundle of nerves, prodding into it over and over again after a while, properly fingering Dan once he was stretched enough.
~Phil got harder and harder at the sight. Dan was fucking himself down, riding his fingers, making obscene noises, moaning and begging. “Daddy please.” Dan sobbed after a moment. “Want your cock.” He tried.
~Phil chuckled, still moving his fingers in and out of him roughly, hitting his spot continuously. “Fucking hell such a needy bottom.” He smirked, pulling out his fingers and hearing Dan whine at the loss.
~Phil undid his jeans, looking at Dan and biting his lip. “I bet you’re gonna swallow my cock with such a tight cunt.” He smirked, grabbing the lube and coating over himself with it quickly.
~Dan babbled incoherently, feeling his body well up with desperation as Phil’s tip pressed into him slightly. He slowly sunk down, groaning loudly at the stretch of his cock. “Fuck! Daddy!” He cried out, hearing Phil hiss at the tightness.
~Phil moved his hands in his hips, groaning lowly, his voice gruff, the heat in his stomach building up as Dan slid up and down his length, starting to bounce after a minute.
~Dan moaned loudly, feeling Phil hit his prostate each time he bounced down hard. “Please. Talk to me daddy!” Dan cried out as he rolled his hips slow, getting speed again quick.
~Phil groaned and nodded, leaning back and watching Dan move. “Fuck you’re so tight. For a pathetic desperate whore you know how to take my cock, riding me so good. Pretty tight little ass, swallowing my length each time you go down, making such fucking slut noises.” He got out, letting out a low moan and fluttering his eyes shut for a moment, enjoying the feeling.
~Dan kept whining, his voice breaking as his hips moved quickly. “Daddy please…let me cum please.” He begged softly and Phil chuckled.
~Phil reached between his legs, kissing him firmly and moving to stroke over him firmly. “Cum for me. Cum like a good slut, make your pretty noises for me.” He bucked up, trying to get himself closer.
~Dan nodded and squeezed his eyes shut, crying out as he came, white ribbons spraying across his stomach, his hips moving still, purposely over stimulating himself and fucking himself back as he rode out his orgasm.
~Phil groaned out, Dan clenching tightly around him as he slowed down, pushing him over the edge until he came hard, deep inside the brunette male.
~They rested against each other panting, slowly falling back and laying down. “Maybe I don’t hate you that much.” Dan mumbled tiredly, and all Phil could do was giggle as they passed out together, not thinking about what came next.
A/N: I’m doing much better. This is actually the worst thing I’ve ever written. Sorry anon!
1) “You’re hurt,” the villain said in a neutral tone of voice. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice?” “I can still work.” Their breath caught as a hand brushed over their injured ribs, though they did their best to keep their expression composed. Hyper-aware of the feel of the villain close behind them, breath on the side of their throat. The closeness left them dizzy. Their skin felt oddly hot. “You thought I wouldn’t notice,” the villain murmured against their ear. “Tell me, is that because you think me unobservant or simply that I don’t care enough to pay attention to you?” Their mouth went dry.
2) There were very few people in the world that the villain trusted and even the one they did was probably more than they could afford. The one they did was probably the last on anyone’s list for trustworthiness - they were the perfect team. One, a brilliant mind. The other, a perfect warrior. “You always do this,” the warrior villain said. “You get your little obsessions, your pets, and you let them ruin you. You get too attached to your toys. You think I didn’t see you kissing them?” “It’s not like-” The other villain pressed a warning finger to their lips. “For someone with such a pretty brain, you really are an idiot. And I’m not going to let you make a fool of yourself this time.”
3) “You know what I like doing with monsters?” the villain murmured. They traced their finger down the line of the other, younger villain’s neck. “I like to collar them. That’s what you do when an animal misbehaves. Such a spoiled, vicious creature - I bet no one’s ever dared tell you what to do in your life.” “You won’t be the first.” The younger villain did their best to sound dangerous, it came out breathless. “I know what people like you are like, you don’t scare me. I’m a monster, remember?” The villain grinned, an angler fish’s smile. “Oh, you’ve never met people like me before.”
4) It was a crippling thing, really, to not even have the guts to ask out one’s own sidekick. They were one of the most powerful beings in the world - dinner and a movie should have been the simplest thing in the world. In the end, as with all things, their lieutenant took deftly care of it for them and reeled them in for a kiss.
“Oh shit” Kibum whispered taking off running down the halls as he saw what he did. He was throwing water balloons for the hell of it at other students before he hit someone he didn’t want to. You. Your face was on fire as your shirt became see through. It revealed probably the best bra in the world to a bunch of boys who would remember it well. “Fucking hell Key” you yell. Kibum’s eyes went wide as you chucked a bottle of water at him. “Come on Y/N lighten up. Why spend so much on a bra that you won’t show off?” he said trying to take cover. He found himself pinned to a locker as you got closer. Your hand slapped his cheek with force and he was sure he had an exact copy of your hand on his face. You yanked him with force and you pulled his uniform jacket off of him and slid it onto yourself leaving him there. He stood there for a moment “oddly hot” be mumbled as he rubbed his cheek “something so smooth yet painful” he continued as he talked about your hand to himself.
You looked over the jacket you were wearing. He had a shocking amount of emblems sewn on his jacket all different things that you weren’t sure how he got away with. Your hand went into his pocket and pulled his wallet out “what idiot keeps his wallet in his jacket” you mumble putting it back in and button the jacket up picking up your bag and heading to class.
“Why are you wearing Key’s jacket?” Dayoon, Kibum’s on and off again girlfriend/beneficial partner asked as jealousy. “Asshole threw a water balloon at me” you say as you got your stuff out. “So he gave you his jacket?” she hissed “as far as the whole school knows you got dumped in the middle of class and had a meltdown. Do you want to really get worked up over a jacket?” you asked her as she let out a high pitched noise. “Go talk to other dolphins and leave me the hell alone” you say as you open your mathbook.
Kibum peered from around the bookcase biting his lip at the sight of you. He had been very into following you around and you have noticed. “You’re so weird” you say as you look up from your book. Kibum stood up straight in shock “I want my jacket back” he said as you quickly unbuttoned it and slid it off. “Listen I’m sorry. About the water balloon. If I knew it was you. I wouldn’t have done it” he said as you nodded. “Also is that the bra from the recent Victoria’s Secret fashion show?” he asked as you turned to him in shock. “I’m a guy so I tend to enjoy the show but I also like checking out the clothing. Your boobs work well with it also. Perfect color, your skin it blends well with the color of your bra” he says as he stares at your chest with no shame.
“Key” you say as he continues to stare “can you stop” you say as your arms went over your chest. “Sorry” he said as he looked down at his pants quickly. “Oh good boy” he says as he smiles. “God you’re gross” you tell him.
Kibum smiled lightly as he undid the buttons of your top. He went from following you around to being obsessed with your chest. You slapped his hands away “you asked for study help” you told him “sorry your chest is so tempting” he whispered “play the button game with me” he said as you looked confused “every time I get a question right you unbutton a button” he says as you shoved him “I’ll like learning then” he says as he grabs your top and buttons them back up. “Please” he says as you sighed “if it makes you study” you tell “it will do more” he mumbles.
You were amazed at how he got every question right. He was a determined male, Kibum only saw peaks of your bra thanks to the fact you were still library of the school. He took your hand and pulled you away from the tables and to the section known for being used as a common make out and more spot. He pushed your shirt open as he giggled. “This one I saw too. You look better in it than the model” he told you as you closed it. “I really like it” he continues grabbing your hips pushing you back against the shelf. “You’re a sexy little geek you know” he coos as he leans in and places a deep kiss onto your lips. He was more amazed that you kissed him back with as much passion as you did. He pulled back briefly as he undid all of two of his buttons before yanking the top over his head “only fair” he said as he pressed himself back against you.
“The approaching storm forces all the delinquents to take shelter which doesn’t help Clarke who is trying to save Finn’s life. Things get even worse when Bellamy decides to bring the grounder back to camp and only heightens the tension between him and Octavia. *yn*’s decision to stay quiet about her own injury proves to be deadly.”
Warnings: Swearing, violence, graphic imagery of injuries, tiny smidgen of fluff & some angst. (welp)
Notes: Based on 1x07 ‘Contents Under Pressure’ of The 100.
“What’s happening? Is he ok?” Raven questioned when Finn emitted a low moan of pain before falling unconscious again.
“Nothing’s changed just keep working on that radio.” Clarke instructed as she examined the knife still lodged between Finn’s ribs.
“I need some alcohol.”
Wordlessly *yn* turned and hurried over to the other side of the drop ship to grab the small flask of Monty’s moonshine for Clarke. She winced as she bent down to reach the alcohol as her upper stomach pressed down on her cut but she was quick to compose herself. She wiped the sweat off her forehead haphazardly with the back of her hand as she grabbed the elixir and hurried back to Clarke.
Clarke hurriedly grabbed the container and dunked her hands in it before turning back to Finn. *yn* shifted uncomfortably and pulled at her tight shirt in an attempt to get some air flowing near her skin. She was feeling oddly hot today and it was steadily increasing as more and more delinquents piled into the drop ship to escape the storm. It was most likely from the abnormal amount of body heat radiating through the small space.
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Anything involving my boy Iida Tenya makes my heart soar~~ Scenario for the moment when Iida realizes that he's in love with his SO, pretty please! You write for him so well!
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A voice snapped him out of his daze, his instinctive reaction to look up to the source, coming face to face with a certain green-haired boy staring back at him, a friendly smile on his face.
He nodded in acknowledgment to the figure, though soon enough returning back to his own little world of thoughts. Midoriya blinked in confusion, wondering exactly what his friend was pondering over so diligently. Plopping down on the space beside him he leaned over, surveying his features attentively.
“Iida-Kun, are you okay?”
He asked worriedly, his eyebrows furrowed deeply in concern. Putting both hands together under his chin in support the blue-haired male stared towards his front blankly, as if in a trance of deep thought. Silence was building up in the air between them, causing his companion’s shoulders to tense up nervously as he waited for an answer, internally fearing he would not get one.
He imputed out verbally, the pitch in his tone low and serious, expressing the severity of the situation. Midoriya gulped tensely, preparing himself for problem that was ruthlessly hounding at his partner for a good few days and making him act unlike the earnest and sincere class president that was a tad bit too uptight.
“W-what is it?”
He heard a deep sigh, signalling for him to await patiently.
He paused, as if cautiously choosing the valid words to use.
“I don’t understand what’s the matter with me. Every time I see her, my heart just started thumping and beating as if it’s about to burst open from my chest. My face also feels oddly hot even up to the tips of my ears. But even though I have all of these painful symptoms, there’s a strange feeling of happiness that fills me when I’m near her.”
He finished, his expression remaining the same, his previously supporting hands now firmly laced together tightly. He still didn’t grace his friend a glance, yet it was evident he was all ears for the freckled boy’s words.
“Iida-Kun, aren’t you…in love?”
His eyes widened, and his lips pursed into a straight line as his mind processed these words, his conscious no longer paying any heed to the string of words frantically leaving the panicking boy’s mouth at a rapid pace.
“Thank god for Friday’s.” You muttered when you had walked into work that morning. Now I know what you’re thinking, ‘you’re happy for a Friday morning at work?’ Yes but it wasn’t just any Friday morning. This Friday you were allowed to come in late resulting to you sleeping in for a full 2 hours, you got breakfast at the office, and your assistant had a lovely cup of green tea with two Splenda sitting on your desk when you had come in. So in all this day was starting out great.
The office was buzzing with energy and the atmosphere was swimming with positivity. It was like a breath of fresh air as you hadn’t had any meetings scheduled until 11 am, leaving you to scroll through your social media and happily sip your tea.
You plugged your earphones into your iPhone and began to play CLC’s Hobgoblin. You tapped your foot to the beat as you aimlessly scrolled through social media. Since it was Friday after all, there was the weekly posts of your family, friends, and celebrities. You smiled as you double tapped the posts, until your thumb stopped on a particular ad.
“Build a boyfriend? That’s new…” you muttered as you scrolled passed it only to ind your thumb on the same ad just a few posts down your feed. Again you scrolled past slightly confused why it was the same ad. By the 3rd time you just gave up and clicked on the ad as it so desperately wanted you to click on it.
“Okay mysterious ad, let’s see what you have to offer.” The ad took you to a link with about 20 or so questions. You glanced behind you at the clock. “10:03. I got time why not?”
The questions varied from what’s your favorite color to what his hair line should be to eye color. The one that had you puzzled the most was the name question. You stared at the empty box with a blank stare.
“Can’t I just put two names here? Like a nickname? It doesn’t say anything against that might as well try it.” You whispered to yourself before typing in Soonyoung(nickname Hoshi) and clicking submit. The little green loading bar ran across the screen before startling you with a page of congratulations with a cute star emoji and a time under it that read 11:06.
You turned toward the clock to see that it was nearing 11 and without meaning to, your heart began to speed up. ‘I guess I can be a little late to my meeting. It’s just 6 minutes and nobody gets there until 10 minutes after anyway.“ You sat staring at the clock watching it tick slower and slower each time. You spun in your roller chair, rolled across the room, and even drew a little picture and it was only 11:03. You groaned throwing your head back.
An agonizing three minutes later, it was now 11:06…..and………..nothing happened. Your shoulders slumped in disappointment before you straightened back up and shook your head at yourself as you gathered your things for the meeting. ‘Maybe it meant pm not am? I mean if it was am that would’ve been quick!’ You thought as you shuffled down into the meeting room taking a seat and starting the meeting.
You sighed in relief as your third meeting of the day finished with an exceptional amount of progress. You stood up grinning at your coworkers as they praised you for your hard work and let you slide out of the meeting room. It was now 5 pm as you gathered your belongings in order to head home.
You turned to leave and a yelp left your lips as your coworker and friend Amelia smirked at you from the doorway. “Amelia! Don’t do that!” You whined as your calmed your racing heart. She giggled at your startled state. “Sorry (Y/n). I just came to invite you to dinner with us. The boss is impressed with out hard work and he’s buying everyone dinner. You in?”
You gave her the of-course-I’m-in-why-wouldn’t-I-be-its-free-food-? Look. She grinned before pulling you out of the office. You all drove to the barbecue restaurant and sat at a large table. You talked and laughed as you ordered food and just had a grand time.
Hours later you were full and happy waving a bye to your coworkers and heading to your car to go home. You slid into the leather seat, shut the door and turned the key hearing the engine purr.
The roads were fairly busy, but you didn’t care as you drove through the city of Seoul with a content smile on your face. The stars gazed down giving a slight source of light on the road. You finally pulled into your driveway and parked your car and got out, fishing your keys out of your purse. You walked up your front porch steps and unlocked the door quickly closing it behind you to rid yourself of the crisp ice chill.
You leaned back against the door, eyes closed and just breathing in the smell of home. You were at peace. Well you were until you opened your eyes and a yelp got caught in your throat.
“It’s about time you got home. I’ve been waiting for an hour for you! Where have you been?” Holy shit, he was gorgeous. Blonde hair, puppy smile, and bright mocha irises locked onto yours. He had on a navy hoodie and black ripped jeans that accented his toned legs. He was around 5'10” making him tower over your form slightly. He was hot and oddly familiar to you. You scanned his form up and down trying to pinpoint why he was familiar, but that only rewarded you a smirk. You blinked at him confused before blushing scarlet as you realized you had just checked him out, shamelessly in front of him.
“Take a picture it will last longer gorgeous.” Damn okay you could totally get used to him calling you that. His voice was perfect. It was sweet like honey yet husky and rich like chocolate, a perfect combination to make your knees weak. You were snapped out of your thoughts as he suddenly was just a few feet from you. He was good looking he’s, but that didn’t mean that you knew who he was. Hell he could’ve been a psychotic serial killer for all you knew!
You gulped staring as him in silence. His eyes scanned your figure from your black high heels, to your matching black pencil skirt that rested slightly above your knees, to the white blouse with a bow tied on the front, to the ponytail that was loose and casual and back down again. His eyes flickered back up to meet yours and you weren’t sure if it was the lighting or his eyes had just gotten darker and the puppy smile you first saw was no longer in sight, but a dangerous and dare you say sexy smirk rested on his lips.
He stepped forward, never breaking eye contact as he came closer to you. You matched his pace taking a step back until you hit the door. ‘Of course. The cliche moment where the girl gets trapped against the door. Brilliant! (Y/n)! Brilliant!’ You thought as you had no where to move to now. He didn’t stop though. He stepped closer just inches from you now, hands placed against the wooden door next to your head.
You gasped at his proximity. His nose was close enough to nuzzle against yours, lips close enough to brush against yours. His eyes stared into yours and up close they were even more hypnotizing than before.
“What’s wrong love? Didn’t you know I was coming?” He whispered as he nuzzled his nose against yours lightly with a smirk.
“W-what?” You asked flustered and confused.
“He sighed slightly. “Don’t you know what time it is? It’s 12:15. I’ve been here since 11:06 on the dot and you were nowhere in sight.”
That’s when it hit you. The events rolled through your mind like credits on a film. From arriving at work to scrolling through social media to tapping on the build a boyfriend ad and taking the quiz.
“Remember now love?” He said slightly smug as the look of realization crossed over your face.
“Soon young?” You whispered.
“Actually it’s Hoshi.”
“B-but I wrote two names. And I could’ve sworn I write for him to be sweet and cute and loving.” You said confused.
He chuckled darkly. “That’s Soonyoung. But you can’t forget that you also wanted your boyfriend to be like a bad boy, dominate, and oh so enticing.” He whispered, tone dropping a few octaves as he leaned closer nose countering down your cheek to your neck where he placed a few surprisingly gentle kisses.
“I only did one quiz though.” You whispered to yourself. A gasp left your throat as the pecks turned its light nips. “H-hoshi.” You whispered eyes fluttering shut as the alter ego of the sweet boy you thought you got pulled you closer.
Without warning Hoshi suddenly pulled his back from your neck and crashed his lips against yours. The kiss was passionate and slightly rough as his lips moulded against yours. He nipped at your lips, almost promising bruising. When your body relaxed he did a 180. The kiss was so longer bruising but soft and slow as he wrapped one hand around your waist and the other cradling your head.
He pulled away eyes opening to reveal the mocha irises replacing the darkness from earlier. He smiled the puppy smile at you before pecking your lips once, twice, before placing soft kisses all over your face making you giggle. He finally stopped his attack and settled on caressing your cheek with his thumb while his eyes showed nothing short of live and affection.
“Nice to meet you jagiya, I’m Soonyoung. I see you’ve already met Hoshi. We are looking forward to being your boyfriend.”
Surprising people was never an easy task for you. You were shy, timid like a wild animal. But deep down you were passionate and burning like a fire. It just wasn’t easy to show.
But there was someone who wasn’t afraid to get those cute reactions out of you. He showered you with his affections, opening himself up without second thoughts, there was no ulterior motive behind it. He just wanted to see you smile and brighten up, and maybe he was a bit selfish in that way because your smile warmed up his core.
You weren’t exactly sure how to take his actions, they flustered you and made you feel hot. But oddly enough you enjoyed them.
And so time flew by and Victor slowly but surely made his way into your heart. There was only more love and smiles awaiting you there.
“You are still so adorable,” teased Victor, while he enjoyed your little cuddling session.
“And you are still such a tease.” You replied with your cheeks flushed. Victor hugged your waist, acting almost like a dog, nuzzling his head into your stomach and letting out a happy sigh.
The warmth spread all over your face now, to your ears that almost started letting out a steam. You played with his short, silky hair, massaging his scalp and making him relax even more. He was about to melt into a puddle, but your whisper woke him up immediately.
“Aren’t you bored with me yet?” It slipped off your tongue without you really meaning to let it out loud. It was just something that played in your mind often.
This one is based on @artistic-fangirl-shenanigans lovely fan art of a librarian Ardyn, so this will be a Modern!AU story. Big shout out to @ardynium for the title and proof-reading. Anyway, let’s get this started!