warnings: some of them are a little suggestive but mainly fluffy crack texts!
a/n: this is my first time trying out a smau format so i hope it turned out okay!! this was also so self indulgent, i havent stopped thinking about that one chan fancam from HOF at the GDA (do yall know the one?) yeah...so i made this!!! i also promised @anyway-i-love-you some fake texts a hot sec ago sooo here you are !!!!
summary: after seeing each others open mic night performances, you and chan get together for a songwriting session
warnings: some kissing at the end, but thats really all! not proofread...
a/n: this fic came to be after the chan/jeongin 2 kids episode with black hole! that song makes an appearance in the fic:)
Every Sunday night you found yourself in the same place. For months, you and your band had been regulars at the open mic night held at a cozy downtown café. The stage, adorned with twinkling lights and a warm ambiance, served as the perfect backdrop for budding musicians like yourselves to showcase your talents.
Your group had performed a new concept last week, so today you were heading out just to take in the performances others had to offer. Upon entering the cafe, your nose is hit with the familiar scent of coffee and pastries. You glance around before finding an empty table on the side of the cafe that still gives you a good view of the stage where musicians have already been cycling through for the past hour. You tended to see a lot of familiar faces being a weekly regular, but the man who approached the stage was not one of them.
“Um…Hello everyone,” He spoke softly, tapping the mic to make sure it was on. “I’m Chris, you may know me online as CB97…” He trailed off, checking his phone to make sure his lyrics were all in order. This was a typical practice for the performers at the open mic night. Most of the time artists were there to test out brand new works, hoping to see how the audience reacts.
“This song is not yet titled, so if you get a vibe, come find me later on.” He seemed shy, and you wondered how that would translate to his music, but as the first few seconds of his beat came in, you couldn’t draw yourself away from his performance. His shy demeanor had completely vanished as he rapped with immense precision.
You tapped your foot to the beat, watching the way he existed up until the end of the song, his black fluffy hair bouncing as he moved with the rhythm. As he wrapped up, the cafe gave him a generous amount of applause. Thanking everyone, he left the stage to head to his table of friends. It was crazy to you that even coming here every week, that was your first time seeing him perform. Surely you would have remembered someone as talented as that.
As the night closed, you still found yourself drawn to him and his performance, offering glances up until you checked the time, grabbing your bag to head home. You got up to leave the cafe, not before turning back to offer one more glance at his table before heading into the breezy night and starting your walk back to your apartment.
“Hey,” You heard, jumping a little and turning around to greet the voice. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” He laughed.
“No, no it’s okay…”Your voice trailed off turning around to see the man you had been so impressed with.
“You’re awfully quiet for someone who couldn't keep their eyes off me all night.”
Your cheeks flushed red, hearing such a bold comment.
“I-I’m sorry?” You spoke, a bit flustered at the confidence exuding from him. He was so shy before starting his song, you couldn't understand where this came from. He reached a hand up to scratch the back of his neck, giving a small laugh.
“That was a bit forward,” He began. “I’m Chris.” He reaches his hand out and you take it in a quick handshake.
“Y/N,” You speak. “I really enjoyed your set tonight. Your original songs were unlike anything I’ve heard before.”
He offered you a small smile before going back to the shy person you saw before his performance. “Oh, really? Thanks, I appreciate it.” He twiddles his thumbs a bit before speaking up again, “I saw your band play last week, your vocals are insane.”
Your eyes go big. How could you have missed his presence the last time you took the stage? “Really? Thank you! We were just doing covers, it was nothing impressive.”
Chris gives a small laugh.
“Don’t put yourself down, it was amazing. Have you ever written an original?”
The real answer is yes. You had notebooks and paper scattered around your room all scribbled with notes in lyrics. You had written tons of songs, but the issue was that none of them felt genuine. Love songs pulled from your imagination, break up ballads based on stories your friends told. You had tons of ideas, but the stories weren’t real and therefore the songs never left the paper.
“I’ve definitely tried,” You look down, glancing between your shoes and the pavement you stood on. “Just don’t have much to pull from when it comes to… inspiration.”
Chris nods his head softly. Writing songs could be the most challenging thing if you have nowhere to pull ideas from.
“Well if you want to get together soon, maybe we could have a little song writing workshop? I’ve been doing this a while and I’d love to see what you have so far.” He pulls out his phone, reaching out to hand it to you.
“Put your number in, I’d really like to meet up sometime,” He offers you a warm smile as you type in your information.
Earlier in the week, you and Chris had made plans to meet at your apartment. You scrambled to clean up the mess of papers scattered on the floor of your living room from the small bout of musical inspiration that hit at 1am the night before. Right as you shuffled the last of the papers onto your coffee table, there was a small knock on your door. You took a deep breath, trying to contain your nerves as you opened the door to Chruis and his guitar.
“Thank you for having me over!” Chris gave a smile as you guided him into your living room. He looked around the decorations in your living room. A drum kit in the corner, guitars on the wall. He could only assume you were in charge of hosting band practices.
“Sorry about all the papers, I thought I had something last night, but…” You trail off as Chris takes a seat on your couch and starts shuffling through the papers on your coffee table. He hums to himself, attempting to sight read the notes you had scribbled down in a sleepy haze.
“Y/N, this is really good so far,” You walk around the table to take a seat next to him.
“You really think so? I can’t figure out a bridge… I don’t know, none of it feels genuine. I mean, how do you even write a song about something you know nothing about?” You quietly, the last part not meaning to come out. Chris furrows his brows, looking you up and down.
“What do you mean you know nothing about? You’ve never let yourself fall in love?”
You silently shake your head, hoping he would drop the topic. This is why you never let your songs go further than the papers you shoved under your bed. Chris grabs a pencil off the table and allows himself to sink more into the couch. He gives a small sigh, starting to finally understand you a bit more.
“Well let’s see what we can come up with,” He flips through the pages once more finding some lyrics to help you expand upon. “I really like where you were going with the star symbolism. The two stars represent our lovers, right?”
You nodded watching him chew the end of the pencil in his hand. He gives a small hum before scribbling something on the page. You glance over to see what he had written, inching yourself a little closer.
“You know, I read somewhere that when two stars collide, the gravity from both stars can create a black hole. Black holes draw you in, it’s like being drawn into your partner deeper and deeper, even if it’s not always perfect.” He picks up his guitar, strumming out one of the chords you had marked out on the page. “Let’s go from there, ya?”
You pick up your paper and sing along to the first few lyrics to give him a feel of the melody you had in mind.
“In the dark night sky, I feel the empty space”
You continue to sing along with his strumming until you reach the chorus where you found yourself stuck last night.
“That’s about where I lost any and all inspiration,” You say with a small laugh. “I was toying with something along the lines of falling in love but it all was sounding too cheesy.”
“I fall…” He starts. “I fall… I fall into you again, into your heart,”
Your eyes grow wide and you grab the other pencil on the table.
“Yes! That’s perfect!”
Chris puts his guitar down so he could focus more on the lyrics with you. He scoots himself just a bit closer to share the paper, your shoulders now touching.
“Keep going, what else?” He encourages.
You tap the pencil on your thigh, “I guess I can try something like ‘I fall into you again, into your heart. I just can’t pick myself up?”
Chris shakes his head a bit.
“That’s too easy, play with the metaphors a bit. What about that black hole, what else is going on in space?”
Your smile falls. You knew you were trying to take the easy way out with the lyrics, but that was all your mind could come up with. You can’t even remember the last time someone fell in love with you.
“I have zero inspiration, I can’t.”
Chris lifts his hand to your chin, turning you to look at him. His cold touch sends a shiver down your spine and a blush to your cheeks.
“I know you have it in you, you just need to find something to be inspired by.” He looks down at your lips before looking back in your eyes, waiting for a silent approval. You bring yourself closer, your faces only inches apart.
“I-I fall into you again, into your heart,” you started to speak out the lyrics Chris had written before he closed the gap, joining your lips together. He snakes his hands down to touch your waist as you pull away slightly.
“Leaving myself to gravity,”
Chris places soft kisses on your jawline before bringing himself back up to your lips.
“I’m trapped in your space again, there’s nothing I can do…”
You deepen the kiss after letting him add on to the lyrics. You bring your arms up to wrap around his neck so there is virtually no space between you two. You could feel the spark between you two as your lips danced together. The space that tears apart the night sky, we can’t stop.
Chris breaks the kiss, leaning his forehead against yours, “Swirling up the vast emptiness, we will shine”
You smile, feeling something you don’t think you have ever felt before.
“I think we make a good songwriting team,” he laughs, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. He couldn't look away from the blush that deepened on your face. The way you looked mesmerized him the very first time he saw you perform.
“I think maybe we both just needed a little inspiration.”
a/n: happy new year my lovelies!! i hope you enjoyed some localmusician!chan :) this fic was honestly so self indulgent, i'm in a band and something about this whole situation just makes me melt my goodness!!!
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I write for my own personal indulgence, but it is always such a rewarding feeling to know other people have read and enjoyed my work! That all being said, I am currently working on a quick little Chan x Reader one shot to be released hopefully by next week. That all being said, I want to know what you guys would like to see coming up! Let me know in the poll or in my submissions/ask box!
genre: smut smut!! but its a little fluffy in the beginning
summary: you head to the studio to return bestfriend!changbin's hoodie and end up talking a bit about your friendship
warnings: smut! minors DNI, oral (f recieving), unprotected sex (don’t do it!) maybe a little choking? Reader is called “baby”, “baby girl”, and “bunny” Let me know if I’m missing anything!
a/n: this is currently unedited... i was too excited to post this and haven't given it a second look-through yet.
reblogs are MORE than appreciated <3
You and Changbin had been friends for years. Chan had introduced the two of you just pre-debut and you both had been inseparable since. From late nights over at his dorm, to early mornings at the studio, he just seemed to get you in a way you others didn’t.
Him and Chan were spending another evening in the studio, finishing up songs for the next comeback. The booming of bass flooded out as you opened the soundproof door.
“Hey,” you started to speak, giving the boy a small wave. “Hope I’m not interrupting, Binnie, you left your hoodie at my place last night and I know how cold the studio can get so I figured I would come run it by.” You saw the blush fall on his cheeks as you walked over to where he sat at the mixing table to hand him his tan hoodie. Truthfully, you had planned on stealing the hoodie, wearing it around the house, but you two were just friends and that didn’t seem like the appropriate “friend” action. A good friend would wash the hoodie, fold it up nice, and bring it to the owner’s place of employment, right?
“Oh my goodness, you are so thoughtful, thank you!” He takes the hoodie, slipping it over his broad shoulders. “Come have a seat! I was just finishing up this new mix before Chan gets back.” You nod your head, happy to have a chance to hang out with your friend. You loved watching him work. Something about the way his eyebrows furrowed when he was deep in thought, the way his hair would get ruffled underneath the booth headphones, the way he would bite his lip trying to get the audio effects just right, the way he… But all of the things you noticed couldn’t be anything more than platonic… You just loved to see your friend passionate about the things he enjoys and is good at. All friends love to see that!
“Do you want to hear a bit?” Changbin asks, snapping you out of your thoughts. You whip your head to look at him, taking the headphones he held out in his hands.
You give him a sincere smile, “I would love to.”
He leans over the table, pressing a few buttons before leaning back in his chair to get a clear view of your reactions. You get engulfed by the sound, taping your hand on your leg as the beat carries.
“Oh my God, Binnie, this is amazing!” You say, removing the headphones as the cut comes to an end. “My best friend has to be the most talented person in the world.”
Changbin gives a shy laugh at your praise. He is so grateful you enjoy his work, but the word “friend” hits him in his heart every time you say it. “I’m glad you like it,” He tries to hide his disappointment with a smile, just happy to have you here with him, even if it’s not in the way he wants.
“How has everything been going for you today?” he continues. You two saw each other the night before but were used to talking multiple times a day. However, his studio schedule left him with no free time to do so all day.
“Oh you know, the usual,” You start. You look down at your lap, twiddling your thumbs a bit. “Just another failed date, I really need to get off these apps.” You give a small chuckle, hoping to move on from the topic. You had met a really nice guy through one of the many dating apps on your phone and had planned to meet for coffee earlier in the day. You waited at the shop for an hour before realizing he was not planning on showing up and went home where you threw yourself on the couch until you could muster the strength to get up and bring Changbin his hoodie.
“I told you, you need to try meeting people in different ways!” He laughs. This was a conversation you two had often. You would constantly complain about all of your failed dating app dates. The dates you went on to clear your mind of the crush you had on your best friend. Your best friend would then suggest you meet people in person rather than on your phone. “Maybe you can find dates through hobbies, or maybe your friends?”
You give a small laugh before leaning closer to him. “You know, thats not a bad idea…have any friends I can date?” The question wasn’t serious, just a little joke to get a reaction out of him. You knew you didn’t want any of his friends, just him.
Changbin laughs, scratching the back of his head. “Well, there’s me-” he starts before realizing what he was saying, “and Chan, of course.” His original comment was muffled and flew right over your head. “But, I don’t think you want to date Chan, hes practically married to that sound booth,” he says, gesturing to the open booth in front of the desk you two sat at.
“Hmm… I don’t know, Chan is pretty cute…” You tease, avoiding eye contact with Changbin. What were you doing? Sure, Chan was good looking, but definitely not who you have been pining after. Actually, the guy you were into was sitting right next to you and you just told him you found his friend cute!
“Oh come on, I am not allowing you to date Chan,” Changbin says, playfully hitting your arm.
“Ow!” you laugh, rubbing where he hit, even though it wasn’t even close to actually being in pain. “I’m only joking, Binnie.” You take the opportunity to lean your head on his shoulder, the contact making your ears hot. “Besides, I’d choose you over Chan any day.”
Changbin moves his shoulder so you pull your head up to look at him. He gives a small smirk, “Oh, really? Hm, well you know I’d have to think about that,” he says to tease you. He wasn’t sure where this confidence was coming from. Maybe it was the lack of sleep, but he was having a hard time keeping his feelings in tonight. He lets himself come back to the moment, remembering who you are. “You’re quite interesting, but our friendship will always come first,” he says, hoping you couldn't read the sadness in his eyes.
“Right,” you speak quickly, looking away, leaning back to your chair. The space between you grew back to what it should have been. “And we are really good friends.”
“Yes we are, and I am so happy about it,” He gives a fake smile and places his hand on your knee. “You’re really special to me…” his voice trails of as he sees the blush growing across your face. He rolls his chair closer to you reaching his other hand out to gently cup your cheek.
“I might have been teasing you earlier about Chan, but I mean it when I say you’re special to me. I..I like you, you know?”
Your blush goes deeper, feeling his warm hand on your face. Sure, you two had spent many nights cuddles up watching a movie, but something about this contact felt different. It felt intimate.
“Binnie, please don’t play with me like this…” You look down, not wanting to show the disappointment in your eyes. “You like me as a friend, right?
Changbin turns his head the other way, pulling himself away from you. “Yeah,” he nods, “As a friend, I promise. I’m just messing with you,” he says, trying to cover his tracks, hoping none of this is making you uncomfortable. “Friends do that, right?” He asks, turning his attention back to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder pulling you into almost a sort of side hug.
You give a small laugh, “Yeah, totally! Friends can do a lot of things.”
He releases his arm from you, meeting your eyes. “And what kind of things can friends do?”
You look down once again to hide the color of your cheeks, which you are almost certain are about as red as a tomato at this point. “Oh you know…” you trail off, trying to think of an answer. “Friends can cuddle, and…” you don’t allow yourself to finish the thought, feeling the tension sitting in the air.
Changbin leans in, placing a small kiss on the top of your head, sending a shiver straight down your spine. “Well then, friend,” he says, placing an emphasis on that last word, “How about we cuddle for a bit? I could use a break from this song.” He pats his lap, motioning for you to come over. Without hesitation, you are straddling his lap, head resting in the crook of his neck.
He smiles softly, feeling your warmth against him. “Good friends,” he sighs, reaching a hand to stroke your hair. “I’d say we make quite the comfortable pair.”
None of this was feeling real to you, you had to bring yourself back to reality. You lift your head from his shoulder, “How much is left to finish on the song?”
He gives a small chuckle, feeling your breath on his neck. “Oh not much, actually. We’re almost done, just a few more lines,” he starts to rock you gently, feeling your hearts beat in sync.
“That’s good,” you reply, looking up and leaning close to him. “Binnie, just out of curiosity, is there anything else you think close friends could do?” You run a hand through his hair, loosing control of your brain. The words came out without a thought.
Changbin’s heart races slightly over the close proximity and your question.
“Well, good friends can share secrets, and support each other…” he trails off feeling the warm breath of your lips above his. “But were just friends, remember”
You look him up and down, “Binnie, if we’re just friends, why can I practically feel your heart jumping out of your chest right now?” You let yourself be bold, knowing you need him in ways he will never understand.
He swallows hard, unable to meet your eyes. “Friends…um friends…do that…we’re um…just really good…” He struggles to get the words out, reaching out to touch the side of your face.
You decide to just go for it, letting all rationality leave your brain. Your hand comes up to grab his chin, turning his head to look at you. “Now, as a good friend, does this do anything to you?” you ask, practically feeling the heat of his cheeks radiating into the air.
His breath hitches, your faces inches apart. “Well, um… a good friend might be curious about the feelings of another close friend.”
“I think this good friend has maybe had strong feelings for the other good friend, bit was too scared to ruin anything.”
His heart races even more, wanting nothing more than to say the words he has been waiting to say for years now.
“A good friend might have those sorts of feelings too…maybe..” You cut him off before he could finish, finally bringing your faces together, letting yourself lean into the kiss, your arms snaking around his neck.
Changbin moans softly into the kiss, gripping your hips as he leans back in the chair, allowing himself to be pinned against it by your weight. He pulls away momentarily, looking you up and down.
“Your lips, feel so soft against mine, I’ve always wanted to taste them.” A shiver sends through your body, feeling his grip tighten on your hips, leaning in to take more of his lips in yours.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”
Changbin’s tongue sweeps against your lips gently, begging for entry as he deepens the kiss. He is completely lost in the moment, his mind blanketed by the desire to have all of you.
Your lips part, allowing him access inside. A small moan leaves your throat as the kiss intensifies. You pull away for air, your mouth still lingering close.
“Baby, when was Chan supposed to get back?”
“Not for another hour at least,” he starts, peppering your neck with kisses as you through your head back. “He had some things to take care of.”
“Perfect,” you lean in to take him into another string kiss, this one feeling different. It lingered with lust and need.
He pulls your hips closer, his tongue gliding against yours. A small whimper escapes the back of his throat as his hands travel up and down your back. You grind softly against him, feeling his hard grow underneath you.
“Fuck, yes…” he moans, kissing every part of your lips, down to your jawline and neck. He growls low in his throat as his hand moves down to grab your ass. “Tell me what you want, baby”
You moan, continuing to grind your hips, wanting to feel more. “Anything please, I just want you.”
He takes this as an invite to stand up. You allow your legs to wrap around his waist as he carries you to lean against the back wall.
“Binnie,” you whimper, feeling the contact of your head against the wall.
“Fuck, that name,” Changbin breaths out, his hands exploring every inch of you. He tugs on the hem of your shirt and you lift your arms, allowing him to take it off in one swift motion.
“You are so fucking sexy like this. All needy for me,” He starts to speak, lowering himself to his knees as his hands grip your thighs.
“Binnie, please” you moan out, desperate for his touch. He takes this as an invitation to swiftly remove your pants, leaving you in nothing but a bra and panties.
“Let Binnie make you feel good, baby” He says, brushing against your sensitive folds, pushing your underwear aside to leave kisses on your clit. He licks a stripe down you before inserting a finger inside of you, thrusting with precision.
Your head hits the wall as you moan. “Fuck, how are you so good at this?” Your words come out as jumbles as he continues to please you.
“Come on, baby. I’m not stopping until you cum all over my fingers,” Changbin murmurs, picking up the pace of his fingers inside you, working you up to the edge.
Your hands reach down to grip his hair, feeling more pleasure than you’ve ever felt before.
“Go ahead, cum for me baby. Let it all go,” he whispers against your clit, sending your legs shaking above him. He feels your walls clench around his fingers and presses his mouth against your clit one last time before standing up and sucking everything off his fingers. His breathing is ragged as he watches you come down from your high.
“Fuck, youre incredible, bunny.” You pull him into a needy kiss, moaning as you taste yourself on his lips. Changbin hums into the kiss, running up and down your back as he holds you close, “I could do this all night.”
“Please,” you whine, “Binnie, I need you to fill me up.” He laughs, picking you up and throwing you down on the couch that lays in the back corner of the studio. Changbin gets on top of you, leaning down for his tongue to invade your mouth once more. Your hands reach down to tug on the waist band of his sweatpants, pulling them and his boxers down.
“Are you sure about this?” he asks, pulling away from the kiss slowly. You nod your head, looking at him, the hunger in his eyes making you flutter. He takes his cock in his hands lining up with your entrance before pushing himself in slowly.
“Tell me when I can move, baby”
“Please, Binnie, I need you,” You whimper, needing to feel him take all of you. With a hum, he starts a steady pace, hitting every spot inside of you. You throw your head back in pleasure, moaning out his name, his cock hitting places you never even knew about.
“I’m not gonna last much longer, you feel so good,” He whines, reaching a hand up to snake around your neck, squeezing gently. “Come on baby, cum for me, you can do it.”
You feel your stomach tighten as you reach your high, trying to use your hand to muffle your screams, remembering where you two were. You clench around him as his body shudders in pleasure as his seed fills you up completely. He reaches down, planting kisses down your neck, not yet pulling out from inside of you.
You speak out, breathless between kisses, “You should probably finish that song before Chan gets back…”
“Mhm..,” he hums, pulling out and sitting up on the couch, his breathing finally stable. “Come here, baby girl,” he says as he pulls you up into his arms, nuzzling his nose against your hair. “You’re amazing.”
Your head falls in the crook of his neck, taking in everything that just happened.
“I take it we’re not good friends anymore, huh?” you ask, giving him a small laugh and placing a kiss on his cheek.
He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear before returning a giggle to your question. “Definitely not,” His voice is soft as he leans your foreheads together. “You're mine now, and I promise I’m never letting you go.”
A/N: there ya go! this was my first time writing smut in years so I do hope this turned out okay! my requests and asks are open if anyone wanted to pop some hot takes, suggestions, comments or anything else you may want to say. Thank you for coming along with me as I finally return from my 3 year long fanfic hiatus. Happy Holidays guys!
summary: college!seungmin has been getting under your skin since day one, but you soon find out it's for a good reason
warnings: seungmin is actually a dick, arguing, lots of flirting!! he is a FLIRT in this, little makeout at the end, suggestive words, little bit of cursing
word count: 2.1K
You and your good friend, Jeongin were talking in the back corner of your lecture hall right before class began. He had the class right before, so it became a tradition for him to wait for you and catch up during the in-between of your two classes. The two of you exchanged a laugh as Jeongin showed you a funny picture he had taken on his phone earlier in the day. Right as your professor walked in, Jeongin began to stand up from his seat, allowing you to focus on the beginning of class.
"Hey, I'll see you later, okay? Have a good class!" he waved, walking out the back door, exchanging a glance with the boy entering at the same time, taking the seat next to you he was once sitting in.
Kim Seungmin now occupies the seat once held by your friend, slowly becoming a part of your daily routine. Jeongin gets up before class begins, and Seungmin walks in just about a minute late to take the empty seat.
"Didn't I tell you to stop talking to that guy?" he scoffs, not yet making eye contact as he takes out his laptop to start his notes.
You cross your arms, eyeing him down slightly, "and why should I be listening to you?"
Seungmin smirks, his gaze flickering to your arms before meeting your eyes, "Because I can make your life a living hell if I really wanted to…" he trails off, allowing you to look away and ignore his comment, trying to focus on whatever today's lecture was about. You don't feel his gaze leave your face, so you look back up, waiting for him to say something.
"Besides, don't you enjoy my company more?" he asks, a grin sneaking up on his lips.
"No, I'm not quite sure I do," You turn away from him once more to face the front of the lecture hall, "So can you please stop bothering me so I don't waste my tuition here?"
Seungmin smirked, leaning close to your ear to make sure you could hear him.
"I'm sure we could could make a deal here. How about you focus on your studies today, and maybe later I could even help you out…when we're alone…" he allows his sentence to linger, his hot breath just behind your ear.
"I don't need any tutoring, thank you," you reply to him coldly, knowing tutoring could not have been what he was referring to.
"You're right," he huffed, leaning back in his chair, "Good thing I meant something else entirely." A flush falls on your cheeks. This guy has been bothering you for weeks, but not once has he made a comment like this.
You let out a huff of air, "Maybe if you stop acting like a dick all the time, we could talk about it." You continue looking at the lesson, twirling your pen in between your fingers as a distraction from the boy next to you.
Seungmin gives a small laugh to your comment.
"Oh, sweetheart. I'm not always a dick, you know?" He flashed a disarming smile at you. The kind that would make other girls fall to their knees for him, "I promise I can be quite charming when I want to be."
You allow yourself to look at him after his last comment, a small laugh escaping your lips.
"Now I'm sure this may work on other girls, but I know who you are, Kim Seungmin." Your words spat at him with disgust.
"Oh, really? And who am I, according to you? You seem to know quite a bit about me," He spoke, eyebrows raising in amusement. He had the feeling he had finally got to you.
"Hmm, let's see," you hum, using your hand to create a list, "One, you're self-centered. Two, you're mean. Three, you go through girls like it's a game to you…Should I keep going?" His face goes dark hearing the words that just left your mouth. As the class finally draws a close, you pack up your books and pens. You get up from your seat as the professor begins to make his exit and you head for the back door, leaving a glare at the boy still sitting in the seat next to where you just were.
The next evening, you found yourself sitting in your favorite corner of the library, books spread out on the table in front of you and headphones over your head. The whole library was pretty empty due to it being late on a Friday night. You tended to use this time for studying as the library didn't feel as crowded as normal with students rifling through the shelves, struggling to finish their term papers on time. Your mind was so focused on the work you were completing you didn't even hear the voice approaching behind you.
Ah, the perfect study spot, right?" Seungmin asked, making you jump slightly. He walks around to the other side of the table, pulling out the chair to have a seat across from you.
"Sure, why don't you come join me," you groan sarcastically, gesturing to the already occupied seat.
The boy leaned back in his chair, "Oh come on now, I know you would love for me to join you." His gaze flickered between the books he had brought with him and you. A playful grin yet to leave his lips.
You slam your textbook shut in frustration. This was supposed to be your quiet time. An escape from the disruptions and loud volume the rest of campus tended to carry.
"Now when have I ever possibly given you that idea?" You huffed, not looking up from the table.
God, you just wished he would leave you alone. His intentions were never clear. You had a hard time reading Seungmin all semester. Was he looking for another victim of his one-night stands? Did he want you to fall in love with him and write his essays?
"You didn't have to say anything," Seungmin smirked, "I could tell from the way your heart skipped a beat when I walked in." He laughed lightly, enjoying the little game of back-and-forth you two were having.
You roll your eyes at his comment, unable to really look him in the face.
"Or, that could've been the fear of you sneaking up behind me in an empty library!" you say, still not giving him the attention he desired.
Seungmin sat up in his chair, resting his elbows on the table to lean closer to you.
"Oh come on," he started, giving you a smile. "You know you love it when I'm around! I mean all you do is talk to me." His voice was soft but carried an underlying tone of need. You look up at him for the first time in minutes, eyeing his lips. A flush falls slightly over your cheeks as his words tear into you.
"Sure, I'll let you believe that," you speak, looking away slightly as to not show him the effect his words were starting to have on you.
Seungmin gets up to walk over to your seat on the other side of the table.
"Fine," he huffed allowing himself to lean down behind you, his mouth lingering close to your ear. "I'll just have to find a way to prove it to you." His hot breath sent a chill down your spine. You drop the pencil you were holding as you feel yourself get slightly flustered.
"What are you-"
"There!" Seungmin said with a smirk as he straightened himself back up. "You couldn't even handle me being that close to you, could you?" He let out a small laugh, seeing how his teasing was starting to eat at your mind.
"What I can't handle is you interrupting my study time!" You say, feeling yourself become a flustered mess. What was he doing to you? You allow yourself to recompose, going back to the notes you had been attempting to take.
He laughed, still standing behind your chair. You tried to ignore him the best you could. "Study time?" he asked raising an eyebrow. "Just admit I make you flustered," he teases. "I can see what I do to you, ya know?"
You stand up from your chair, finally deciding you have had enough of his games for today. "Why the hell would I ever admit something that stupid?"
"Oh I don't know," he replies, shrugging nonchalantly. "Maybe because it's true?" He uses this time to inch closer to you, still leaving a bit of space in between where the two of you stood. "Or maybe you're just too shy to tell me," he coos, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. Your cheeks are hot, a shiver running down your arm feeling his sudden touch.
You push his hand off of you, not knowing what would happen if you let him continue. "Or maybe, you're just too much of an asshole to see not every girl is on their knees begging for a chance with you." You scoff at him, turning your body away slightly.
He lets out a breathy laugh. "It's alright. I know deep down you really, really want me." His words cut straight through you, and you felt yourself filling up with anger. A need to prove yourself.
You suck your teeth, debating on the right thing to say.
"Fine," You begin. "If I want you that bad, why don't you come and kiss me! And when I have no reaction, will you finally just leave me alone?"
Seungmin's eyes widened at what he was hearing. You knew this was a dangerous game to be playing. You didn't want to admit it, but everything that let you up to this moment just proved how much you really did need to feel his body against yours. He knew what you were doing.
"Alright," He spoke, raising his hands almost to surrender to the offer. "Go for it." He spoke through gritted teeth, just wanting to have his way. He stepped closer, allowing his lips to hover near yours. His heart raced with anticipation and fear. The moment felt stretched out as the tension teetered on the edge of cruelty and desire. You close the gap, leaving a quick kiss on his lips, knowing anything longer would leave you wanting more.
"See?" you started to speak and Seungmin's eyes widened in surprise before narrowing into slits. "Absolutely no reaction-"
Before letting you finish, he grabbed the back of your neck, pulling you back to him. His lips crashed against yours in a rough desperate kiss. His tongue forcing his way into your mouth. His lips demanded more.
You allow yourself to finally give in to the second kiss, praying that he wasn't trying to just play with your emotions. The kiss was rough, but still felt sincere, letting you loosen up a bit against him. You wrap your arms around his neck, finally admitting to yourself you wanted more. More than the back-and-forth you have played all semester.
"Mmph," Seungmin moaned into your lips, his hand snaking down to slip under the hem of your shirt, tracing shapes on your back. He pulled away from the kiss slowly, his breathing heavy.
"So you admit it." It wasn't a question, but rather a smug statement.
You catch your breath, forehead leaning against his. "Don't let it get to your head."
"Oh, I already have, love" he chuckles darkly, leaning down to leave small kisses along your jawline. "But that doesn't mean I'll stop."
You let out a small moan before pushing him off of you, snapping back into your reality.
"Not here…" you trail off, remembering you are still in the library. It was empty, but that still wasn't a chance you were willing to take.
"Fine," Seungmin pouted, walking back to throw his bag over his shoulder. "But this isn't over."
He began to walk out of the library, leaving you standing against the back wall, your hair looking a bit tousled. His eyes held a strong mix of need and sincerity as he gave you one last glance.
"You're mine now, doll. I'll see you tomorrow."
a/n: I hope you guys enjoyed my first SKZ fic! My inbox is open for requests if anyone would like to submit anything. I want to try and get back into writing more.
A/N: Felt the need to write a quick one-shot after listening to one of my favorite songs. This was was super cute so I hope you all enjoy it!
You sit on your bed, shuffling through your collection of records. You would always take the opportunity to explain your pride. A collection this size took you months to gather. Loki stood next to the bed, watching you question which record to play. You flipped through so many great ones before ultimately giving up and shoving some of the stack you created towards Loki.
"Maybe you should pick this time," you say, looking up at the taller man you've grown to love and adore.
"Darling, I'm the prince of Asgard do you really think I care about all of this Midgardian music...It's all the same." Offended you snatch back the record he had just picked up. You look down at it before getting off the bed to place it on the record-player across the room. He had made a decision without even knowing it. You always were there to teach Loki the importance of love and forgiveness, but today your newest lesson was to teach him about good music.
"Maybe if you listened to some you would learn to care..." you spoke, not meaning to sound dry though it sort of came out that way. With a slight twirl of the record you look at what Loki had accidentally picked. Kiss Me, Kiss Me, Kiss Me by The Cure. You gave a slight smile being that it was one of your favorites and carefully placed the large disc on the machine, "I think you will like this one."
He scoffed and found a seat next to you on the bed, watching as you cleaned up the albums that ended up scattered due to your indecisiveness. HeYou swayed along with the first song as you slid each album back into its designated cubby space. Loki looked you up and down with a smile, he enjoyed the song more than he wanted to admit, but more importantly enjoyed seeing you happy. It was something he was always grateful for every moment you two spent together. When you felt his emerald green gaze fall upon you, you looked back. You gave a small laugh.
"You like it don't you!" The next song started to play, an iconic opening you could recognize almost immediately. Loki shook his head in a silly protest. He wouldn't let you win this one. That was until he paused to actually listen to the words.
"Show me, show me, show me how you do that trick
The one that makes me scream" she said
"The one that makes me laugh" she said
And threw her arms around my neck...
He took in every word sung, immediately connecting it in his mind to you. The melody getting lodged in his head, bringing a sense of pure bliss. After you slid the last record away you plopped onto the bed, allowing your body to slide close to Loki's. He snaked an arm around you slowly, giving you the opportunity to rest your head on his chest.
Why won't you ever know that I'm in love with you
That I'm in love with you
You, Soft and only
You, Lost and lonely
You...
That was all he needed to hear. Without warning, he pulled himself away from you and stood up. A look of fear sat on your face wondering what you had done wrong.
"Babe, what's wr-"
"My love, this is it." He said plainly, a smile plastered on that face you have loved for so long now. Your confusion however began to take over.
"I don't understand," you spoke, hesitantly standing to meet him. Well, rather to look up at him. Loki stood so high above you it made it impossible to not lose your balance getting lost in his features.
Strange as angels
Dancing in the deepest oceans
Twisting in the water
You're just like a dream
You're just like a dream...
"This is our song." Loki often spoke with a poise that made anything he said sound fancy, but this phrase rolled off his tongue so casually, it practically made you melt. He held on to your waist, allowing your arms to cling around his neck.
"Our song?" you said shyly, making sure you heard him right. He nodded happily, his joy started to feel almost contagious. You rested your head on the front of his broad chest to hide the flush of color you could only imagined flooded your cheeks. With his hand, he lifted your chin to look at you.
"You, my princess, are just like a dream. This is our song." You took in what he said before crashing your lips together, moving in synch as the rest of the song played. You were his and he were yours and nothing could get in the way of the power you two had together. He placed his hands back on your waist, allowing the two of you to sway to the end of the song, foreheads resting together softly.
You, soft and lonely
You, lost and lonely
You
Just like heaven
He pulled away as the song ended.
"Come now love," he said smoothly, walking back towards the cubbies where you had been putting records away just moments prior. He hummed the soft melody just loud enough that he could hear it. Just like Heaven. "I wish to find us more songs."
Hey guys, I’ve never uploading a fic on tumblr before since I stick to wattpad, but thought i’d throw it here too for reach! so please enjoy my loki letters
Dearest Sir Laufeyson,
First off I would like to apologize, for this is not the way I intended we meet. As you may have gathered from the envelope, I come bearing a message on behalf of S.H.I.E.L.D. We are requesting your presence for a meeting. There are just some things we are needing to clear up before we lift your ban status here on what you call, "Midgard".
We request you take this professionally and bring none of your mischief our way as it would just slow down the process, though personally I find it to be quite enjoyable. Mr. Stark has also asked me to inform you on the status of your brother Thor. He has just told us that he left with no warning to the kingdom of Asgard. He is here, well, and looks forward to seeing you.
I apologize for this was longer than it should have been. I also apologize for this letters antagonizing professional tone. We at S.H.I.E.L.D look forward to your compliance this Sunday. Or as you would say on Asgard, three days time.
Respectfully,
Rosalind Pugh, Dir. of S.H.I.E.L.D Public Relations
