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day 22: reindeer | lee chan.
↳ the one about chan helping out with the christmas play
◇ lee chan x reader ◇ fluff | established relationship ◇ warnings: none ◇ 286 words
authors note: apologies that it's late but this is for day 22 of @svthub december prompt challenge: reindeer. please let me know what you think. i hope you guys enjoy!
◇ you are the teacher in charge of the school’s kindergarten christmas play ◇ your boyfriend chan, who happens to be a dance teacher at a different school, has been helping choreograph the dance number for the play ◇ usually during rehearsal after school, you’re making the costumes while chan is teaching the kids ◇ he’s been incredibly patient with them and the kids love him ◇ of course, you aren’t surprised ◇ “hey there, my favourite kiddos” ◇ “hey, mr channie!” ◇ on the final rehearsal, chan arrives at the hall to find you and the children sitting around in a circle and looking glum ◇ he asks if there’s a problem and little harper says that theo is sick and can’t perform ◇ so they are a reindeer short, especially during the musical number ◇ and he had one of the most important roles ◇ you pull him aside and inform him that you may have to cancel the play ◇ “no, you can’t do that.” ◇ “i don’t know what else to do. not even you can teach another kid the dance and have them pull it off in time.” ◇ “what if i don’t have to teach a kid?” ◇ “then we’re still a reindeer short?” ◇ “i mean, what if i become the reindeer?” ◇ “what? no, you don’t have to—” ◇ “i want to.” ◇ “are you sure?” ◇ “yes, i am.” ◇ “okay, then let’s do that.” ◇ when you both tell the kids, they are ecstatic ◇ and the final rehearsal goes on without a hitch ◇ and the same goes for the performance ◇ “you’re the best reindeer ever, mr channie!” ◇ “thanks, kiddos. you all did so well and we’re proud of you!” ◇ “you’re also the best boyfriend,” you wink at him. ◇ “that i am,” he replies with a kiss on your forehead.
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day 30: present [M] | chwe hansol.
↳ the one about hansol and the red fluffy cuffs
◇ chwe hansol x female reader ◇ smut | established relationship ◇ warnings: bondage (cuffs), mentions of oral (male receiving), mentions of thigh riding, dom/sub undertones, edging, explicit sexual content. please let me know if i've missed any ◇ 1586 words
authors note: this is for day 30 of @svthub december prompt challenge: present. please let me know what you think. i hope you guys enjoy!
another note: i honestly don't know what this is dfdkhdkjfh i'm so sorry
“What’s this?”
“It’s your present,” Hansol replies nonchalantly, though you can sense a hint of nervousness in his voice.
Tilting your head in confusion, you assess the item in the box carefully. “But, these are the red fluffy cuffs that I gave you last Christmas?”
“They are,” he answers as he fiddles with the ring on his pinky finger.
“I’m confused. Why are you regifting them to me?”
Running a hand through his soft locks, he licks his lips and takes a deep breath. “The cuffs are not your present,” he states. “The present is what I want to do with them.”
“So, the present is you using them on me?” you ask, clearly still confused. “I mean, that’s always nice, I just thought—”
Hansol laughs adorably but it’s a contrast to the way he rubs his face frustratingly. “No, that’s not what I mean,” he clarifies before taking another deep breath to resolve himself. “I, uhh, I want you to uhh… fuck it all to hell, I want you to use them on me. That is your present.”
“What?!” you exclaim, wide eyed, you’re sure you look comical as hell right now but then you realise that this is all new to Hansol and you remember how nervous he was so you settle down. “You want me to use these on you?”
“Yes,” he confirms, his chest heaving as he breathes.
Reaching for his hands, you rub soothing circles on the back of them with your thumbs. “Hansol, it’s okay,” you reassure him. “I’ll take care of you but I want to make sure that you really want this and that you’re not forcing yourself to do it for me.”
Hansol shakes his head. “I really want this,” he nods. “I always have, but I haven’t been sure how to bring it up and this was the only way I could come up with. I promise to get you a real present—”
“No, this present is great,” you smile. “Come on, let’s get started.”
The view in front of you is a sight to behold. Hansol is completely powerless, chest heaving as a sheen of sweat covers his body and he struggles to contain himself. He pulls and pulls at his restraints to no avail and he throws his head back in frustration.
Groaning and writhing on the bed, he grows needy and desperate by the second. Hansol’s cock is hard and angry against his stomach, precum leaking from the tip and onto his skin. Lifting his head up from the bed, he searches for you though he can’t see a thing thanks to the blindfold that you placed around his eyes.
“Baby, where are you?” Hansol whines and his needy voice shoots arousal straight to your core.
“I’m right here,” you coo at him.
“Please,” he begs. “Please come back. I want… I need to come, please.”
Smirking, you recall the three times that he was teetering off the edge, always almost about to come before you pull away, leaving him high and dry. Unsatisfied. Twice you gave him the suck of his life, releasing him from your mouth just before he could fill you up with his seed, and once while you were riding his thigh while he still had his jeans on.
Back then, you had reached your high so it’s only fair that you finally let him have his. Besides, you’ll have plenty more chances to edge him further, the next time he allows you to do so. For now, you want to reward him for how good he’s been behaving.
“Don’t worry baby,” you assure him as you get back on the bed. “I'll take care of you.”
Breathing a sigh of relief, Hansol lifts his head up again when he feels the bed dip from your weight, his breath hitching in anticipation at your every move. Situating yourself between his legs, you litter his torso with kisses, heading up north until you reach the spot where his neck meets his shoulders, leaving sloppy kisses as you move to straddle him.
Grabbing his stiff, hardened cock, you slide him between your folds, lubricating him as he desperately whines, impatient to be inside you. A moan of his name spills from your lips as you roll your hips and his tip nudges at your bundle of nerves deliciously.
“Please, baby I need to be inside you,” Hansol chokes out through his tears. “Fuck me, please.”
The sound of his voice alarms you and you scramble to undo his blindfold. Gasping, you wipe away furiously at the tears that escape him. “Oh, baby I’m sorry,” you say, worriedly. “You should’ve used your safeword.”
Reaching up to the cuffs to release him, the panic on Hansol’s face grows. “Keep those on,” he cries out. “I’m fine, I promise. I just… I need to come, please.”
“Baby, are you sure?” you ask and he nods fervently. “Okay, I’ve got you.”
Kissing him hungrily, you take the chance and shove your tongue in his mouth when he moans against your lips. Taking his bottom lip between your teeth as you pull away, you kiss your way along his jaw and down his neck. Heading further south, he whimpers as you swirl your tongue around his nipples, toying with them before you lift yourself off his chest.
Grabbing his cock, coated with your arousal, you guide him towards your glistening trove, giving him one last stroke before slowly slipping him inside you, both breathing a sigh of relief when the head of his cock finally enters you. Staring at his starving eyes, you keep still, seeing how much further you can edge him by not letting him fully inside you.
Hansol’s breathing is laboured and uneven as he shakes beneath you, craving your body so badly but he holds himself back, knowing how much better it will be if he continues to wait. Grabbing onto the silk that binds him to the bed, he holds on to them as hard as he can, knuckles turning white from the effort, to stop himself from thrusting up and into you. The sight of him is mouth watering, especially the look of his flexed muscles as he struggles, and now he’s not the only one who can’t wait anymore.
Staring back at his black and blown out pupils, you take a deep breath before you lower yourself, sheathing him to the hilt. Hansol’s sinful moans echo through the bedroom as he struggles to keep his composure and you place your hands on his abdomen to hold him down and as leverage for your coming motions.
Taking a deep breath, you begin rolling your hips before starting to ride him at a brutally slow pace and he groans every time your pelvis meets his hips. Hansol is halfway to losing his mind because he wants more, he needs more, watching you intently as your hands roam up your torso to cup your breasts, kneading and massaging. The sensation you feel increases your pleasure and you begin to ride him faster.
“Fuck,” he growls out as he tries to sit up but the restraints bring him back down.
The wetness between your legs makes it easy for you to increase your pace while making your motions more sensual as you continue grinding against him. Shifting a little, his cock brushes against the spot that will soon have you seeing stars, making you scream out in pleasure.
“I’m so close,” you moan out and Hansol lets out an animalistic growl because he’s nowhere near where he needs to be to reach his high with you.
“No,” he pleads. “Please, you can’t finish yet. I—”
Hansol doesn’t get to complete his sentence as he sees your fingers travel between your legs to reach your clit, circling and pressing against it. Feeling you clench around him, he knows how close your orgasm is and it doesn’t take long for your face to contort in pleasure, body writhing on top of him as your orgasm hits you and moans of his name echo in the room.
Whimpering, he settles back on the bed knowing that his chances of coming are now close to, if not zero, especially when he feels your weight settle on against him. That is, until he feels your hands travel the length of his arms, stopping when you reach his hands and he lifts his head to see you watching him with intent.
With a smile, you unclench both of his fists, smoothing your palms on his to calm him before moving past them to where the silk is cuffed to the headboard, ready to remove his restraints. Slightly hesitating once you reach the other end of the cuffs, you lean so that your lips touch his ear, giving him one final command for the night. “Hansol, I want you to fuck my cunt until you have nothing left. Pretty up my walls with your come.”
Hansol’s head rolls back and shivers go down his spine when he feels you remove one cuff and the silk loosens its hold. He’s terribly impatient, not bothering to wait until you’ve removed his second cuff before he’s using all of his strength to sit up and capture your lips in a searing kiss.
“Fuck, I need to come so bad,” he says through gritted teeth. “I don’t know if I can be gentle.”
“Then don’t,” you bite your lip. “Use me, baby. I can take it.”
Hansol laughs menacingly, “Don’t mind if I do.”
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day 14: mistletoe | chwe hansol.
↳ the one about hansol avoiding every mistletoe if you’re under it
◇ chwe hansol x female reader ◇ angst with happy ending | friends to lovers ◇ warnings: alcohol consumption, swearing. if i missed anything else please let me know! ◇ 2084 words (lol are we surprised?)
authors note: this is for day 14 of @svthub december prompt challenge: mistletoe. please let me know what you think and i hope you guys enjoy!
another note: i can't believe this is so long lol i guess i really can't help myself when it comes to hansol dfhdjhdj
1 new message nonieeee
[10:00pm] nonieeee: where are you?
The nerve of this guy, you think to yourself after seeing the message your best friend had sent. He spent the whole night avoiding you, outright at some points even, and now wants to know where you are.
Fucking typical that is.
Usually, it’s something you can brush off easily, aware that he prefers to be somewhere else instead of attending big parties such as this, but you were hoping that tonight would’ve been different.
Wearing his favourite red dress that you own and the necklace he gifted you on your birthday, you wished that Hansol would finally take notice of you, and finally see the way you feel about him. In turn, you hoped that he feels the same about you too.
But, he crushed any chance of that happening with the way he’d been acting, so you spend the rest of the night nursing a glass of wine one after the other. Finally feeling somewhat numb, you’re not going to let him ruin the rest of the night for you.
[10:05pm] you: why do you care [10:05pm] nonieeee: why wouldn’t i?
You almost can’t believe that you really have to spell it out for him, especially in your inebriated state. Almost.
[10:06pm] you: youve been tryging to avoidf me all nigth [10:06pm] nonieeee: are you drunk?
Rolling your eyes, you down the last drops of your sixth wine of the night before replying.
[10:07pm] you: i am notttttt
Placing your phone down on the bar, you ask the bartender for another glass. After taking a few sips of your drink, you finally notice the blinking notification on your phone.
[10:07pm] nonieeee: how much have you had to drink? [10:10pm] nonieeee: y/n where are you? [10:12pm] you: im fgine nonieeeeere [10:12pm] you: go bacjk to ignroing me [10:13pm] nonieeee: i haven’t been ignoring you
You may not be sober but the way Hansol is acting right now is confusing, even if you were. Not one part of you understands why he’s suddenly acting like this and you can’t tell whether he’s being dumb or he’s really not understanding what is happening.
Whatever the case is, your patience has been long gone and replaced by hurt. No longer able to hold it in, you embrace the liquid courage coursing your veins and finally speak your mind. Maybe, your heart too.
[10:17pm] you: omgg yes yuo hav [10:17pm] you: you bolted as sooon as i said hii toy ou,. left the ktcihen when i entered nd left the couch as soon as i satt dwon next toyo u [10:19pm] you: ibet youre wonderngi where i am just so youu cani gnore me again [10:20pm] nonieeee: that’s not true
You laugh at how ridiculous he’s being, though there’s no mirth to it. Finishing the rest of your drink, you throw all caution out the window.
[10:22pm] you: i even worem y pretty dress that you likee and the neckalce that you gotm e formy birthday because i wnted you tos ee me, to finally notice me [10:23pm] you: but dont worrryy i gett itn ow. im out of th eway so you can enjoy the rest oft he party [10:23pm] you: im gna drnik somr more and maybe do som dncing
As you attempt to put away your phone, it vibrates again in your hand.
[10:24pm] nonieeee: listen i can explain [10:24pm] nonieeee: tell me where you are pls
Just when you’re about to reply, you feel a familiar presence next to you that makes you look up, but you’re disappointed to see that it’s not the person you’re longing to see. “What are you doing here, Mingyu?” you ask, voice slurry from the alcohol.
Mingyu waits for you to take the glass of water he’s offering and to drink it before he replies, “Seungcheol and Joshua sent me. They’re worried about how much alcohol you’re having.”
“I don’t mean to worry anyone,” you pout.
“We know,” he smiles. “What’s got you down?”
Sighing, you reach for the second glass of water he’s placed in front of you and down it too. “Hansol’s been avoiding me all night.”
“Ah.”
“I tried to look pretty for him, so I can pull him under a mistletoe and confess my feelings for him.”
Mingyu’s eyes sparkle, like he knows a secret he can’t share, but it’s gone before you know it and it leaves you questioning whether it’s something you imagined in your drunken haze.
“Well, maybe you still have a chance,” he says. “Why don’t we go and find a mistletoe that you can stand under and get him to find you? I’m sure he’s looking for you right now.”
“Mkay,” you nod, “let me just send him a message real quick.”
[10:37pm] you: yknow hansol i like like liek like like likel ike like you like realllyyyyy reallyyyy like you [10:39pm] you: but icant deal with thsi right noww [10:39pm] you: i gotta dot his mistletoe thing wtih mingyu [10:40pm] you: bye
Just before you shove your phone in your purse, you feel it vibrate once, twice, too many times to count, but you refuse to check it. He was avoiding your presence so the way you see it, you can avoid his messages.
Mingyu sets out two more glasses of water for you which you gratefully accept, sobering up as you finish the last glass. Needing to relieve yourself, he offers to wait for you by the door.
When you exit the bathroom, Mingyu is there holding out his hand and when you raise your hand to reach for him, another hand wraps around your wrist, pulling you away from your friend. Confused, you look back and see Mingyu beaming at you, holding two thumbs up in the air.
Turning back to your wrist, you immediately recognise the ring on his pinky finger and the watch you gifted him on his wrist. The person who has a hold of you is none other than your best friend Hansol Vernon Chwe himself, the person who’s avoided you all night and shattered your heart into pieces.
“Let me go,” you say loud enough for him to hear over the loud pumping music.
“No,” he replies without looking back, continuing to drag you through the crowd.
“Hansol, let me go,” you repeat, hurt evident in your voice.
Halting in his tracks, Hansol turns to face you, “No, I’m not letting you go again.” Something in his tone makes you think he means more than what he’s saying and you guess right when he adds, “Just… please let me explain. I don’t want to lose you like this.”
Concern floods your features and you grow more nervous than before, but find yourself nodding to his request. It’s not like you’re gonna say no, you never have when it comes to him.
In a short while, he leads you through a door and out into the backyard, not stopping until he reaches a tree away from the crowd. Turning to finally face you, Hansol takes his time to look at you, really look at you, his stare making you feel like he can see your soul.
“Why were you avoiding me?” you break first, unable to bear the tension.
“I wasn’t—”
“Yes, you were—”
“I wasn’t avoiding you, I was avoiding the mistletoe!” Hansol raises his voice just enough so you can hear him over your own thoughts. Finally letting go of your wrist, much to your dismay, he runs his hand through his hair, pacing back and forth in front of you.
“Why were you avoiding the mistletoe?” you prod, knowing that he needs your assistance in order to continue.
Sighing, he stops his pacing and comes back to face you. “The guys had this plan,” he starts and you make sure to listen since he’s finally opening up to you. “They were gonna get the both of us under the mistletoe and get us to kiss.”
The revelation has you reeling and your heart starts to beat so fast that it might beat right out of your chest. “Wait, so you avoided me because you didn’t want to kiss me?”
“Of course, I didn’t want to kiss you,” he confirms and if your heart wasn’t broken before, it certainly is now.
“Wow, that’s um, great—”
“It’s not like that,” Hansol clarifies quickly, not wanting you to misunderstand further. “The reason I didn’t want to kiss you was because I didn’t want to ruin everything and lose you.”
“Why would that ruin everything?” you ask but Hansol doesn’t seem to hear you, too lost in his own head and feelings.
“But then, you said you were going to kiss Mingyu,” he continued, voice pained, “and it turns out that I was going to lose you even if I didn’t kiss you.”
“I wasn’t going to kiss—”
“I don’t want you to kiss him,” Hansol looks at you, broken. “Especially not after all you said in those texts.”
Dread fills you and suddenly you feel queasy from more than just the alcohol. “What did I say?” you ask in a panic, your memory failing you.
Hansol closes the gap between your bodies and cups your face in his hands, “You said that you wanted me to see you, really see you—”
“Oh god, I—”
“—and that you really like me.”
The urge to run breaches the surface. “Listen, Hansol I—”
“I’m in love with you,” Hansol confesses and you swear your heart stops beating. “I didn’t think you felt the same way so I never said anything and that’s why I thought I was going to ruin everything if I kissed you. So, don’t kiss Mingyu. Please.”
“I was never going to,” you finally get to tell him. “The whole reason he was taking me to a mistletoe was so I could stand there and wait for you to show up. He was going to fetch you straight after.”
“Really?” he asks, face lighting up with hope.
Nodding, you wrap your hands around his wrists while he still holds you. “You’re such an idiot,” you scold lightly, tears of joy welling up at the corners of your eyes.
“I’m your idiot.”
“You’re blind too.”
“The same goes for you,” Hansol scoffs.
Stepping closer until your chest to chest, your lips brush against his. “Too bad there isn’t a mistletoe out here,” you tease.
“Actually, there is one,” he swallows nervously, pointing at a tree branch above you. There it is, in all its glory, tied with a red string. “I put it up there, in case I ever got the courage to actually confess to you the way I wanted to.”
“You’re so cheesy.”
“Can I kiss you yet?” Hansol whines, leaning his forehead against yours.
Smiling, you cave in, kissing him just as you wanted.
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[10:41pm] nonieeee: what? [10:41pm] nonieeee: what mistletoe? [10:42pm] nonieeee: y/n! [10:42pm] nonieeee: what are you talking about? [10:42pm] nonieeee: where are you? [10:43pm] nonieeee: are you kidding me right now? [10:43pm] nonieeee: y/n!! stop!! [10:43pm] nonieeee: reply back to me right now [10:47pm] nonieeee: and mingyu isn’t answering me either so that’s just great :) [10:47pm] nonieeee: y/n i’ve been in love with you for the longest time i can’t believe you’re so blind [10:48pm] nonieeee: how come you never said anything??? [10:50pm] nonieeee: wait don’t answer that, i should’ve known but i was too busy pretending that i was imagining things because i don’t deserve someone as amazing as you hahaha [10:51pm] nonieeee: also you looked so beautiful tonight i lost all my fucking brain cells [10:52pm] nonieeee: i can’t believe i avoided you all night just for this to happen [10:52pm] nonieeee: and i can’t believe i’m saying all of this to you through text instead of in person [10:53pm] nonieeee: i’m sorry you like an idiot like me [10:53pm] nonieeee: please stay where you are [10:53pm] nonieeee: i’m gonna come and find you [10:55pm] nonieeee: no matter what happens, please don’t kiss mingyu
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[03:00pm] you: hansol? [03:00pm] nonieeee: yes, my beloved [03:01pm] you: i 🌋 you (get it? i lava you) [03:02pm] nonieeee: now who’s cheesy? [03:02pm] nonieeee: i 🌋 you too :)
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day 12: carols | boo seungkwan.
↳ the one about seungkwan almost ruining your date
◇ boo seungkwan x reader ◇ fluff | friends to lovers ◇ no warnings ◇ 636 words
authors note: this is for day 12 of @svthub december prompt challenge: carol. please let me know what you think. i hope you guys enjoy!
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◇ seungkwan is your bestest best friend in the world ◇ your best friend that you’ve been in love with for the past 5 years ◇ and thanks to your mutual friend soonyoung, you found out that he feels the same way about you ◇ for months you waited for him to say something ◇ or do something ◇ or for any sign at all ◇ but he doesn’t do anything ◇ so you take matters into your own hands ◇ because neither of you are getting any younger ◇ and you’ve both been idiots and waited long enough ◇ you plan to ask him out on a date ◇ and came up with a guise of going around town singing carols ◇ of course he agrees but because he’s so nervous about being alone with you ◇ scared that he’ll reveal his feelings and ruin the friendship ◇ he asks (threatens) the guys to come and join him ◇ soonyoung warns you of seungkwan’s plan ◇ so you tell the guys that they better start coming up with excuses to not ruin your date ◇ or they can start planning their funerals ◇ the next day, you show up to their house to pick up seungkwan ◇ “so, who’s ready to go around the town with me and sing some carols?” you ask ◇ when seungkwan looks at his friends, you make the motion of your thumb cutting across your throat ◇ “we’re all good to go, right guys?” seungkwan asks, looking hopeful ◇ “sorry, something came up,” seungcheol shrugs. “y/n, it’ll just be you and seungkwan. i hope that’s alright?” ◇ “that’s fine with me,” you answer and head to the door ◇ seungkwan panics and begs his friends to reconsider, asking them about their plans ◇ mingyu has to walk his dog ◇ seokmin is coincidentally doing the same thing ◇ hansol bought tickets to watch a movie ◇ jeonghan, who can’t be bothered listening to everyone else’s crap excuses, says everyone else is watching a movie with hansol ◇ soonyoung assures seungkwan that everything will be fine ◇ and that nothing could possibly go wrong ◇ seungkwan is about to panic some more but you call for him and suddenly you’re both out the door and about to make the rounds around town ◇ the next few hours fly by and both of you are having the time of your lives ◇ seungkwan even stopped panicking after the fourth attempt of you trying to hold his hand ◇ you think everything is going well during the date ◇ at least until you somehow run into soonyoung and the gang ◇ and seungkwan attempts to get them to join you guys again ◇ feeling dejected, you let his hand go and walk away from him ◇ seungkwan isn’t sure what happened but he knows you’re definitely upset ◇ so he chases after you to find out ◇ “what’s going on?” ◇ “why are you so hell bent on not being alone with me?” ◇ “that’s… that’s not what’s happening.” ◇ “then, why do you keep asking the guys to join us?” ◇ “umm, i—” ◇ “do you not like me?” ◇ “we’re best friends—” ◇ “because i like you and i even planned out this date—” ◇ “wait, what?” ◇ “what?” ◇ “this is a date?” ◇ “huh? i didn’t say—” ◇ “yes, you did—” ◇ “oh, would you look at the time? it’s time to go home—” ◇ “oh, no you don’t,” seungkwan says, grabbing your arm to stop you from running away. ◇ he decides it’s now or never ◇ cupping your face, he asks, “is this a date?” ◇ “it is.” ◇ “do you like me?” ◇ “i’m in love with you,” you confess. ◇ seungkwan laughs heartily. “i’m in love with you, too. have always been.” ◇ “good, now stop ruining our date by inviting them to come with us and kiss me.” ◇ “yes babe,” he leans in and just as your lips are about to touch, ◇ “wait, did they know about this? i’m going to kill—” ◇ “seungkwan!!” you whine, rolling your eyes and pulling him in for a kiss.
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day 6: gingerbread | xu minghao.
↳ the one about minghao wanting more after seeing a gingerbread house
◇ xu minghao x reader ◇ fluff | established relationship ◇ no warning ◇ 390 words
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“What’s that smell?” Minghao asks once he steps into the threshold of your home.
Carefully, you pull out the last tray from the oven and put it on the rack to cool. “It’s gingerbread,” you call out while removing your mitts.
“It smells…” he sniffs as he walks to the kitchen, trying to figure out the scent, “strangely good.”
With a smile, you greet him with a quick peck on the lips. “It tastes good, too.”
Surveying the state of the kitchen bench, filled with sugar, flour, spices and icing, he fails to decipher what it is you’re trying to do. “What’s all this for?”
“I’m making a gingerbread house for the dinner party tonight.”
“Ah, would you like some help?” he offers, considering he doesn’t see anything looking remotely like a house and there’s less than an hour before you both have to leave for Mingyu’s house. “I don’t really know what to do, but I’m sure you can teach me.”
“That would be amazing,” you thank him and pass him an apron.
In almost no time at all, you manage to complete the best looking gingerbread you’ve ever created. Thanks to Minghao’s gentle and steady hands, you only happen to break a couple of the gingerbread slabs, since you didn’t have much to spare.
“Minghao, look at it,” you tell him, wiping a stray tear that rolls down your eye in amazement. “It looks so beautiful and so stable.”
“Why are you crying?” Minghao asks, wiping the tears that continued to stream down your face.
“We built a house,” you answer through your sniffles.
With a loving smile, he takes you into his arms and peppers your face with kisses. “We did and it’s amazing because we did it together,” Minghao ponders and suddenly, it dawns on him. “I can’t wait to build a home with you.”
“Minghao! If you’re trying to stop me from crying, it’s not working!” you scold, but there’s no bite to it.
Laughing, he pulls away and cups your face, lifting so that you can face him. “I love you,” Minghao whispers against your lips. “Go and get ready so we can head over to the party and show off our gingerbread house.”
Staring up in wonder, you think yourself lucky to be able to spend the rest of your life with him.
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day 7: fireplace [M] | kim mingyu.
↳ the one about mingyu finally living out one of his fantasies
◇ kim mingyu x female reader ◇ smut | established relationship ◇ warnings: dom/sub undertones, bondage, mentions use of kegel balls, mentions of spanking, mentions of eating ass, mentions use of toys, mentions of temperature play, mentions of oral (male receiving), basically this whole fic is a tease dfdshdsjhd, please let me know if i'm missing any warnings! ◇ 1160 words
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“Baby, wake up.”
Slowly stirring, you try to lift your arm to bat away at whatever’s tapping at your cheek but you find yourself a little more sore than you remember. Moving your body proves challenging, especially since your boyfriend is holding you flush against him, regardless of how your whole body shines with sweat.
“Why is it so hot?” you groan, pushing against him to no avail, his muscular arms caging you in.
Mingyu chuckles and licks a stripe from your neck to your ear, biting at the lobe. “We’re still in front of the fireplace, remember?”
This piece of information brings you back to the present and you blink your eyes rapidly to gain your bearings. “What happened?” you ask and drink the bottle of water that Mingyu is offering.
Chuckling once more, he runs his hands up and down your arms to bring the feeling back to them. “You passed out,” he answers smugly.
“What?” you face him in confusion.
“And, that’s not the best part,” he smirks, running his thumb across your bottom lip to smear more of your lipstick.
“What’s the best part?”
“You squirted!” Mingyu beams with pride, loving the fact that he’s the only one that’s ever made you do it.
Stunned, you sit up a little more, as much as you can despite your position, tears welling in your eyes from how happy you are to be able to do this for him. “Really?”
“Yes, baby,” Mingyu replies, kissing you feverishly, “you made such a fucking mess. You were such a good girl for me.”
“I want to see,” you plead. “Uncuff me, please.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Mingyu litters your face with kisses in apology. “I’ve already cleaned up. I didn’t want to slip on it when I fuck you, because we’re not done yet, are we baby?”
Adrenaline courses through your veins and your breathing becomes erratic. “No, not yet,” you shake your head multiple times.
“That’s my good girl,” Mingyu smiles and rewards you with a quick peck on the lips. “I’m sure I can get you to do it again and I promise to show you then. Does that sound okay?”
“Oh my god,” your eyes roll back. “Yes, please. God, yes.”
Mingyu cups your face in his hands, making you look at him. “Now, where were we?” he asks.
Knowing where this is heading and realising what he’s actually asking, you try your best to focus. “You were going to fuck me,” you answer swiftly.
“Was I?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because I’ve been good.”
Mingyu nuzzles his nose against yours. “You’ve been so good,” he praises and your wanton moan echoes in the room. “How many times did you come again? Were you counting like I asked you to?”
“Yes,” you nod fervently.
“How many then?” he challenges.
“Five times.”
“Mm, and how did you come those five times?”
Rubbing your legs together in hopes for some sort of friction, you try to remember every detail as much as you can because that’s what Mingyu likes. “One, when you held me against the fireplace,” you moan again, desperate and needy, “and you shoved your hand down my pants, rubbing at my clit relentlessly.”
Mingyu rewards you by putting one of your nipples in his mouth, licking and biting it. “And then?” he prods you to continue.
“Two, when you stripped me naked and bent me over this wooden table,” you inhaled sharply, “and you shoved those kegel balls inside me and spanked me till I came undone.”
“Go on.”
“Three, when you got me on all fours on the table and ate my ass.”
Mingyu whistles to himself at the memory. “You’re doing good so far,” he coos.
Moaning at the praise, you continue, “Four, when you got me on my back and cuffed me on the table, and used the wand on my clit and took the kegel balls out.”
“The last one is my favourite,” he smirks, “and not just because you squirted. Do you know why?”
“Yes, it’s the reason why we’re here after all,” you answer, referring to the fantasy he has that brings you here. “Five, when you brought the wooden table right against the fireplace, grabbed the ice and we did some temperature play.”
His hand travels down your middle until he reaches your pussy, slowly sliding his index finger between your folds. “Fuck, yeah that’s the one. I thought I wasn’t gonna last when I saw the sweat droplets littering your skin and especially when the ice melted and cascaded down your body. God, you looked like fucking sin.”
“Ngh— Mingyu, please fuck me already,” you whine desperately.
Nipping at your bottom lip, he hushes you and gently lays you back down on the table. “We’re not done yet, baby,” he reminds you. “We still have some more housekeeping to do. Now, how are you feeling?”
Despite how needy you are right now, you know you only have to answer a few more of his questions before you can go back to your pleasure. “My arms are a bit sore,” you say as you try to lift them again, “but only from the position, not from the cuffs.”
“So cuffs stay on?” Mingyu awaits your confirmation before he makes a move.
“Please.”
“Good girl,” he smiles, pulling at your restraints but he doesn’t fasten them back to the feet of the table just yet. “What else?”
“My back is a little bit uncomfortable on the wood.”
Mingyu smiles again, stepping up to grab a cushion to place at the base of your spine. “Now, what’s your colour?”
“Green,” you answer with no hesitation.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes!”
Grabbing your chin, Mingyu makes you face him and holds your gaze. “Are you absolutely sure?” he questions with a dangerous tone to his voice. “You need to be because I want to do one last thing before I actually fuck you.”
Tears start to well up in your eyes again in want and you plead, “Yes, I’m sure. Please. I’m Green.”
Mingyu’s jaw slackens, craving you just as badly, but it’s very important for him to get through this, not just as your dom, but also as your boyfriend. “What’s your safeword?”
“Banana Pancakes.”
Standing, he makes his way to the end of the table where your head is. “What’s your nonverbal cue?” he raises a brow in question.
“Um, I won’t be able to tap,” you point to your cuffs.
“Use your feet, baby,” Mingyu bends to plant a kiss on your forehead, effectively distracting you as he tightens your bounds. “You look so fucking good right now but you’re gonna look and feel even better with my cock deep in your throat.”
“Ngh, Mingyu, fuck. Yes, please. Please, please, please—”
Groaning, he strokes his leaking cock and guides himself to your mouth. “Brace yourself, baby. I’m going to fuck your mouth so hard, you’re gonna feel my cock in there for days.”
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day 24: nutcracker | lee seokmin.
↳ the one about seokmin inviting you to his performance
◇ lee seokmin x female reader ◇ angst | happy ending | friends to lovers ◇ warnings: none ◇ 731 words
authors note: sorry for the delay but this is for day 24 of @svthub december prompt challenge: nutcracker. please let me know what you think. i hope you guys enjoy!
The drive to the theatre is quiet. Staring out the window watching the city architecture go by, you flip the invitation card over and over in your hand. It’s been weeks since you last saw Seokmin, avoiding him like a plague after he confessed his feelings for you, yet he’d sent you an invitation to watch him perform on ‘The Nutcracker’ tonight.
Day by day and even up to the last minute, you contemplated whether you should attend or not, but as soon as the taxi arrived at your apartment, there was no hesitation for you to get in and make your way to see him. With a scoff, you wonder why you bothered to worry about it at all.
“Miss, we’ve arrived,” the driver announces as he pulls up to the entrance of The State Theatre. “I hope you have a pleasant evening.”
Grabbing the bouquet from the seat, you offer him your thanks before stepping out into the cold night. Taking a deep breath, you put one foot in front of the other and make your way towards the entrance of the building. The hostess ushers you to your allocated seat once you hand her the invitation and of course, Seokmin chose to seat you front and centre. He definitely would’ve known if you decided to skip the performance.
The theatre is abuzz as the seats fill up and in no time at all, the lights dim and the curtains draw open, signalling the start of the play. Despite the costume, Seokmin instantly lights up the stage as soon as he appears. Unable to look away even if you wanted to, you spend the whole night watching him and only him. He’s beautiful, splendid, amazing and he’s… he’s the love of your life.
When the performance ends and the curtains close, it breaks your connection with Seokmin. Suddenly, your chest feels tight and your heart feels hollow and it leaves you wondering if this is how it feels to no longer have him in your life.
Is this something you can accept? Is this something you can handle? Is Seokmin someone you can live without? Can you stop loving him?
Before you can begin to answer any of your questions, the curtains draw open again revealing Seokmin and the other performers for their final bow. As soon as his eyes find yours, it feels like a weight in your chest has been lifted and your world is bright again. The smile he throws your way has you weak in the knees and suddenly everything makes sense.
Now, you know what you must do.
A while later, you find yourself standing outside of Seokmin’s dressing room to meet him like he’d requested. Raising a closed fist, you only allow yourself a moment’s hesitation before knocking on the door. The door swings open, revealing Seokmin and his smile that can rival the sun and you want to kick yourself for being so silly.
“You made it!” he greets happily as he ushers you through the door.
“Well, you asked me to come,” you reply, handing him the bouquet. “You were amazing out there, Seokmin. I’m happy I got to see it. Thank you for inviting me.”
“It means a lot to me,” Seokmin smiles. “Thank you for coming.”
Fiddling with the belt of your coat, you bite the bullet and ask, “Why aren’t you upset at me?”
Tilting his head adorably in confusion, he answers your question with one of his own. “Is there a reason that I should be upset?”
Taking a deep breath, you push on. “I didn’t answer your confession and I avoided you for weeks.”
Running a hand through his soft locks and resting it at the back of his neck, Seokmin replies, “I guess I should be upset about that latter part but I’m not upset that you didn’t answer my confession.”
“Why not?” you press further. “Aren’t you scared about how I feel?”
“No, because I know how you feel about me,” Seokmin answers confidently, holding your gaze. “I know that you love me and that you truly care for me. So, I’m not scared, I’m just waiting for you not to be.”
“I’m not scared anymore,” you declare, voice firm and unwavering. “I love you.”
Whistling in relief, Seokmin laughs before closing the gap between your bodies and kisses you.
“I love you, too.”
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day 11: blizzard [M] | lee jihoon.
↳ the one about jihoon being stuck during a blizzard with the roommate he has the hots for
◇ lee jihoon x female reader ◇ smut | and they were roommates ◇ warnings: explicit sexual content. if i've missed any warnings, please let me know! ◇ 1136 words
authors note: this is for day 11 of @svthub december prompt challenge: blizzard. please let me know what you guys think and send an ask if you'd like to be tagged for the rest of the challenge. i hope you guys enjoy!
another note: roommate!jihoon plagued me for days i'm sorry if this isn't any good
This is a terrible idea.
He knows he should’ve said no when you barged into his room, claiming that you both need to sleep together in the one bed to keep warm now that the power’s out. Logically, he knows that it’s the right choice because you’ll be able to increase your body warmth together, but he also knows that his heart and his body are royally fucked when you shift against him for the nth time.
Fuck this fucking blizzard, he thinks to himself. He would’ve been three hours away from you by now, spending the holidays with his family, if it didn’t come two days earlier than planned.
Now, he has no choice but to spend it with you, the roommate he’s had the hots for, since the blizzard shows no signs of stopping.
Not that he minds, he’s always enjoyed your company after all and honestly, there is no one else he’d rather be stuck in a snowstorm with. But, you in his bed with your hips brushing against his clothed member once more is his own personal hell, and he doesn’t know how much more he can take before he ruins you.
“I need you to stop doing that,” Jihoon whispers through gritted teeth, turning his face to bite at his pillow, trying to keep his composure.
“I’m just trying to get comfortable,” you whine.
It’s when you push your ass further into him and his excitedly growing erection nestles in between your cheeks, that he grips your hips bruisingly tight, holding you still as he growls in your ear, “This is your last warning, stop doing that or else.”
Turning slightly to face him, your lips almost brush against his when you challenge, “Or else what? Are you going to fuck me?”
“What are you talking about?” Jihoon asks, pulling back slightly but you don’t let him get too far, turning in his hold to face him.
“I asked if you’re going to fuck me,” you repeat, hands sliding around his middle and legs tangling with his to pull him closer to you. “Don’t you want to?”
“I—”
“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I’m not looking,” you lean in, whispering against his lips. “It’s the same way I look at you.”
Jihoon knows what you’re implying but he needs you to confirm it before he gets ahead of himself. “What are you saying?”
“Jihoon, I want you,” you assure him, wrapping your legs tighter around him and your arms moving to lock behind his neck. “Please, fuck me.”
It barely takes Jihoon seconds to search your face for any signs of hesitation and when he finds none, his lips descend to meet yours in a gentle kiss. It’s you who tilts your head, deepening the kiss and he’s more than happy to oblige when your tongue swipes at his bottom lip.
As your kisses grow heated, so does his hunger, and it doesn’t take long for him to shift your bodies, situating himself between your legs as you lie beneath him. Pulling away for a moment, he grabs the back of his shirt and slips it off his head, flinging it across the room without a care and helps you take yours off too.
His eyes roll back when your naked chest comes into view and thanks his lucky stars that there’s one less obstacle in his way. A moan comes from deep within his chest as he takes your breast into his mouth, tongue laving at the pert nipple. As he kitten licks at your wetted bud, his right hand gropes at your other breast, twisting and pinching your pointed nipple between his index finger and thumb.
When a wanton moan of his name spills from your lips, echoing through the four walls of his bedroom, his clothed cock grows bigger, poking deliciously at your centre. Jihoon decides then that savouring you can wait until later and he quickly rids himself of his pants and boxers before lifting your legs up in the air and pulling the rest of your clothing off.
The grip on his cock is tight as he strokes himself, guiding the head to push past your sopping wet folds and into your welcoming trove. His hands find their place behind your knees, pushing until they’re pinned on the mattress beneath you and he inches slowly but surely inside you, only stopping once his hips meets your ass and his cock is grazing that sweet spot you can barely reach with your fingers.
Delighted at your erratic pants and desperately needy whines, Jihoon barely holds himself back as your pulsating walls accommodate him. He laughs at your feeble attempt to roll your hips against him alerting him that you’re ready for more. Sitting up on his knees, he pulls out painstakingly slow until only the tip of his cock is left inside you, taking a deep breath before he harshly thrusts back into you, making your breasts jiggle with the force.
With a grunt, he draws back and repeats his motions, keeping his pace but driving harder into you each time, so much so that his bed scrapes the wood of the floor and the headboard continuously knocks on the wall. Gasping for more, you can only hang onto the sheets in purchase to stop yourself from sliding up the bed.
Eager to see your first orgasm of the night, made by him and only him, he releases his hold on one of your legs and raises it to rest over his left shoulder while he wraps your other leg around him. Garbled noises escape you when he leans closer and reaches a depth inside you that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head.
His right hand snakes up your body, squeezing your breast before it travels further up, grabbing hold of the headboard and his left thumb meets your swollen clit, rubbing furiously against it in contrast to the way he’s still driving into you.
“Jihoon, I— I’m gonna— fuck, I’m gonna come, I—”
It’s when he angles his hips that he caresses the spot that has you seeing exploding stars behind your eyelids, careening clean off the edge as you reach your high, orgasm hitting like a tsunami as his name spills from your lips like a mantra. It takes everything within him to stave off his own climax, wanting to have his way with you until it drives him to depravity.
When your breathing finally settles and your eyes open, he lightly kisses you once, twice, three times and shoves his tongue in your unsuspecting mouth on the fourth.
“I hope you’re not feeling tired yet,” Jihoon smirks, “because we’re not nearly warm enough. I’m going to make you feel hotter and fucking devour you.”
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day 20: cold | jeon wonwoo
↳ the one about wonwoo surprising you
◇ jeon wonwoo x reader ◇ angst | happy ending | established relationship ◇ warnings: none ◇ 516 words
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The bite of the wind is harsh on your skin, but you’re much too stubborn to turn around and head back inside to grab your coat. The cold weather is nothing new to you but the disappointment of not having Wonwoo around to help you put up the Christmas tree has been on your mind all day, finally breaching the surface once you opened the box of decorations and making you walk out of your home to get some fresh air.
Deep down you were expecting this, Wonwoo did warn you after all that he couldn’t make it back in time from his business trip to help with the tree. Not wanting to miss out on a ten year long tradition that started since you were just friends, he tried his best to be able to join you, but luck wasn’t on his side. Aware of his efforts, you let go and drop the matter, resolving that Wonwoo missing out one year is not so bad.
Except look at you now, clearly it affected you more than you thought it would.
Spotting the dog park from the corner of your eye, you realise you’ve wandered off too far. Sighing, you turn around and make your way back home. As you continue to walk, it finally sets in how cool the weather really is and you run your hands up and down your arms in an attempt to keep yourself warm. The further you walk the more your body trembles but you don’t let it stop you, knowing that you need to get out of the cold as soon as possible.
Shivering, your body almost gives in if it isn’t for the warm coat that’s placed around your shoulders and the strong arms that hold you steady. Facing the good samaritan, you find a familiar face looking back at you. “Wonwoo? What are you doing here?”
“I’ll explain later,” he sighs. “Let’s get you home and get you warm first.”
True to his word, Wonwoo explains himself once you’ve had a warm shower and some tea by the couch. “Our last meeting got cancelled,” he says with a smile, “so we all finished a day earlier than planned. The others decided to stay back but I changed my flight so that I could make it back in time for the tree.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“I wanted it to be a surprise,” Wonwoo shrugs, hand scratching at the back of his neck. “But then I got here and you weren’t home. You didn’t have your coat or your phone and I started to worry so I went out and looked for you.”
“Sorry, I wasn’t thinking straight,” you reply apologetically. “I was starting to get a bit down and needed some fresh air.”
Sidling up next to you, Wonwoo engulfs you in his arms. “I’m glad you’re safe.”
“I’m glad you’re here,” you whisper into his neck. “If you’re too tired from the flight, we can do the tree tomorrow?”
“No way,” he says, pulling away with a smile. “It’s tradition. Let’s put up our tree.”
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day 15: bow [M] | kwon soonyoung.
↳ the one about soonyoung and the red silk bow
◇ kwon soonyoung x female reader ◇ smut | established relationship ◇ warnings: swearing, oral (male receiving), bondage, some sort of sexting. please let me know if i've missed anything else! ◇ 769 words
authors note: i'm so sorry this is super late (christmas and holiday prep got the best of me) but this is for day 15 of @svthub december prompt challenge: bow. please let me know what you think! i hope you guys enjoy!
To say Soonyoung was disappointed is an understatement.
As soon as you decided to attend the Christmas Party with him, he had hoped that you would wear the sexy Mrs Claus suit you had in the back of your closet, only to be told today that you would be wearing an ugly Christmas sweater instead.
With a sigh, he takes a sip from the glass of whiskey he’s been nursing for the last half an hour and keeps his eyes trained on the door, waiting for you to enter. It only takes a couple more minutes for you to grace the party with your presence, your bright smile illuminating the room, even in that goddamn ugly sweater.
When your eyes find him through the crowd, Soonyoung’s heart skips a beat and he swears he’s forgotten his own name. After being together all these years, you never fail to take his breath away and he’s sure that this is a feeling that will continue for the rest of your time together, however long that may be.
Throwing him a wink that almost sends him into cardiac arrest, you signal that you’ll be greeting the others before you join him and he nods in understanding. Polishing off the rest of his drink, he almost chokes on it when he sees you turn and notices the red silk that you’re using as a bow to hold up your ponytail.
What a sly vixen, Soonyoung thinks to himself, scoffing as he shifts in his seat, pants suddenly uncomfortably tight. There’s no way he wouldn’t recognise that piece of material after all the times you’ve both used it and he can’t help but let his mind wander into dangerous territory.
The first vision is of you on your knees, tears welling in your eyes with your mascara running, cheeks hollow and your mouth filled with his cock, so deep down your throat that your nose almost touches his abdomen. His hand clutches tight at the bow holding your hair as he fucks your face, abusing your throat until you swallow around him and push him over the edge and he comes in your mouth, so much that it drips from the corner of your lips.
Then, there’s the vision of the silk bow tied around your wrists behind you as you lay on your stomach, pinned to the mattress by his hand on the back of your neck as he drives his cock in and out of your sopping cunt at a brutal pace. Your pleas for release are barely heard through the sheets but he finally permits you to come and you do, orgasm hitting you like a freight train. Soonyoung chases his own high after, and you come a second time with him, so hard that you black out.
Fishing out his phone before his mind continues to wander, Soonyoung shoots you a text.
[10:00pm] horanghae: you
He watches you pull your phone out of your pocket and read his message, looking at him puzzled before replying.
[10:01pm] you: me? [10:01pm] horanghae: you [10:02pm] you: what about me? [10:02pm] horanghae: don’t give me this innocent act [10:03pm] horanghae: it ain’t working
Soonyoung sees a smirk grace your lips and knows his hunch was right.
[10:05pm] you: you have to be a bit more specific baby [10:06pm] horanghae: you and that fucking bow [10:06pm] horanghae: did you really think i wouldn’t notice? [10:07pm] horanghae: i have half a mind to grab you and drag you on top of the kitchen island [10:07pm] horanghae: and shove my fingers deep in your pussy until you’re begging me to let you come [10:08pm] horanghae: except i wouldn’t let you until i’m ready to fuck you with my cock [10:08pm] horanghae: so hard that you’ll be feeling me in there for days
When he looks back up at you, he wishes he could shove something in your gaping mouth. His cock perhaps, or maybe even his fingers—
[10:10pm] you: soonyoung!! we are in public!! [10:11pm] horanghae: you knew what you were doing pulling this stunt [10:11pm] horanghae: and fuck we cant even leave for another hour [10:12pm] horanghae: i’m gonna fucking ruin you when we get home [10:12pm] horanghae: you better be fucking ready
Soonyoung doesn’t know what reaction he was expecting but it definitely isn’t the cheshire like grin that you’re sporting.
[10:15pm] you: will you let me come if i suck you off in the bathroom right now?
Now, he’s done for.
[10:18pm] horanghae: FUCKKKK
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day 1: snowman | wen junhui.
↳ the one about jun helping you build a snowman
◇ wen junhui x reader ◇ fluff | established relationship ◇ no warnings ◇ 417 words
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“When you push it in, make sure you shove it all the way in. Rolling it around until it hits the right spot and it’s nestled in there…”
“What the hell are you watching?” Jun asks, feeling scandalised at what he’s hearing from the kitchen and you raise your brow in confusion.
“A ‘how to build a snowman’ video…” you answer, confused.
Breathing a sigh of relief, he walks around the kitchen island before making his way to sit next to you on the couch. “You don’t need to watch a video for that, silly,” he replies and plants a tender kiss on your forehead. “I can show you how to do it. I’ve done it plenty of times before.”
Shifting lower, you rest your head on his shoulder after you turn off the video. “Really? You wouldn’t mind?” you ask.
Wrapping his arm around you, he brings you further into his chest in a cuddle. “Of course, not,” he answers. “Tell you what, why don’t we work together on it? I’ll start rolling the snow while you go and get some decorations, then we can put everything together when you get back. How does that sound?”
Slipping your arms around his waist, you snuggle into him some more. “Sounds good,” you reply as you relax. “After we cuddle some more, though.”
Jun laughs wholeheartedly. “Yes, after we cuddle some more.”
Hours later, the sight of Jun putting together the three different sized giant snowballs in your front yard makes your heart warm. Trudging over, you place the shopping bag on the side and offer to help your boyfriend carry the balls of snow. Once that’s all done, you grab the items you bought and decorate the snowman.
Coals in different sizes to use for buttons, eyes and smile, a beanie, a scarf, a couple of branches for its arms, and finally, a big carrot for its nose.
“There we go,” you declare, brushing off the snow from your clothes. “All done. We finished our first snowman.”
“Well, what do you think?” Jun asks as he wraps his arms around your middle and rests his chin on your shoulder.
“It’s cute.”
“Cuter than me?” Jun questions, pout evident on his features.
Pecking him on the cheek, you turn to face him and place your hands on the back of his neck. “No, never,” you laugh. “I love you, Jun. Thank you for doing this with me.”
“Anytime, babe,” Jun replies, bumping your noses together. “I love you.”
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day 18: family | hong jisoo.
↳ the one about joshua introducing you to his family
◇ hong jisoo x female reader ◇ fluff | established relationship ◇ warnings: mention of baby making. please let me know if i missed any! ◇ 423 words
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“What’s on your mind?” Joshua asks, one hand on the steering wheel and one your thigh, stealing you from your thoughts. The drive back home from his family party has been quiet and he isn’t sure how you’re feeling about it.
“I’m just thinking about the party,” you smile in response, yet he can’t help but feel nervous.
What if it was too much for her? What if she didn’t like my family? What if she—
“Shua, get out of your head,” you laugh lightly. “Everything is fine and I had a great time.”
“Really?”
“I promise.”
Breathing a sigh of relief, Joshua grabs your hand and kisses the back of it. “How did you find it though?” he queries curiously.
“Hmm,” you contemplate, “honestly, it was overwhelming at first and I was a nervous wreck, especially since you have such a huge family. I was especially nervous about meeting your mom.”
“And?” he prods.
“She’s lovely,” you reply, “and very welcoming. So, was the rest of your family. It was really nice to see how close you all were as a unit and I was amazed at how good you were with the kids. They seemed to love being spoiled by Uncle Shua.”
Joshua laughs, “I can’t help it. They’re really adorable.”
“They are,” you agree. “How are you feeling, by the way? Are you okay? You gave lots of piggy backs and airplane rides.”
“Well, that’s what these muscles are for,” he laughs again, throwing a wink your way as you playfully smack his arm. “Was that all you were thinking about? You seemed pretty deep in thought.”
He can tell the question makes you nervous, as your free hand starts to fiddle with the hem of your dress.
“I was thinking about how great of a father you’ll be,” you say nervously, “and how I can’t wait to have a family with you.”
Joshua’s brain short circuits for a second and luckily he’s stopped at a red light. “Should we get started tonight?” he teases. “How far away from home are we? Should we have kids one after the other?”
“Shua, stop!” you punch his arm, laughing all the while. “We have all the time in the world.”
“That we do,” Joshua affirms.”I can’t wait to spend it all with you.”
The rest of the drive home is spent in silence filled with warmth and love. At least until Joshua breaks by saying, “We can continue practicing making babies though, right?”
He happily accepts another punch to his arm.
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day 10: eggnog | yoon jeonghan
↳ the one about jeonghan dealing with your lightweight ass
◇ yoon jeonghan x female reader ◇ fluff | established relationship ◇ no warnings ◇ 702 words
authors note: this is for day 10 of @svthub december prompt challenge: eggnog. please let me know what you think and send me an ask if you'd like to be tagged for the rest of the challenge. i hope you guys enjoy!
“There he is!” you squeal as soon as he rounds the corner and Jeonghan instantly knows that something is terribly amiss.
“Hi…?” Jeonghan greets, but it comes out more like a question. “Is everything okay?”
Giggling like a little girl, you lean in and motion for him to come closer with your hand; like you’re about to tell him a secret that no one else is meant to hear. “Everything is fine,” you whisper and when he breathes in the faint smell of brandy from your breath, he knows exactly what happened.
“I left you for all of two minutes,” Jeonghan grumbles, pinching the bridge of his nose, which apparently is the wrong move because he sees your bottom lip start to quiver and sees the tears well up in your eyes.
“Did I do something wrong?” you sniff and he gapes at you, not knowing what to do. “I know that I wasn’t supposed to have anything too heavy to drink but I thought the eggnog would be safe.”
Jeonghan rubs his hands up and down your arm in an attempt to soothe you. “Sweetheart, you didn’t do anything wrong,” he tries to reassure you in hopes to keep your usual drunken tantrums at bay. “You can usually handle eggnogs but those idiots probably laced it with something stronger.”
From the corner of his eye, Jeonghan sees Mingyu, Seokmin and Soonyoung emerge from behind the wall before they kneel and put their hands together in prayer, begging for his forgiveness. Gently, he ushers you to the nearest seat and promises that he’ll be right back once he’s sat you down.
Approaching the three kneeling men, he flicks them all on the forehead one by one. “How many did you give her?” Jeonghan asks with narrow eyes.
“Only the one,” the boys reply in chorus.
Jeonghan raises a brow in question before calling out, “Baby, how many eggnogs did you have?”
“Three!” you answer with glee, holding out three fingers towards him.
Jeonghan flicks their foreheads once more before reminding them that you are indeed a lightweight when it comes to alcohol.
“We’re sorry,” Seokmin says, smiling through the pain.
“We won’t give her so much next time,” Soonyoung flinches.
Jeonghan narrows his eyes, not at all appeased by what they’ve said.
“Ah,” Mingyu figures it out, “there won’t be a next time! We won’t give her any more laced drinks ever.”
“You always were the smart one, Gyu,” Jeonghan moves to pat Mingyu on the shoulder but the latter jumps to the wall, thinking the elder was going to smack him.
Jeonghan laughs before heading back to where you are and helping you stand up. “Time to go,” he declares and loops your arm around his, resting your hand on the crook of his elbow. “Make sure you guys tell Seungcheol why we had to leave.”
The three boys groan in unison just as you and Jeonghan round the corner and he can barely refrain himself from laughing, only doing so once you smack him on the arm.
“They’re going to catch us if you’re not careful,” you warn him.
“They would never,” he assures you, stopping to crouch in front of you and offering his back for you to hop onto. “Those guys are slow on the uptake once they’ve had some alcohol in their system.”
Shrugging off your heels, you jump on his back and allow him to carry you in a piggyback. “How long do you think we can keep pulling this off?” you ask.
Since the very beginning, you’ve always pretended to be a lightweight when it comes to alcohol, at Jeonghan’s behest, even though you can actually handle a lot more than a regular person could. This way, Jeonghan is able to get the both of you excused from staying too long at a party and head back to the comforts of your home.
“Forever, if I can help it,” Jeonghan replies, turning to kiss the inside of your arm that hangs loosely from his elbows. “I really lucked out with you, huh?”
“Don’t you forget it,” you hum and place a kiss on his cheek because you’re just as lucky to end up with him.
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day 9: sweater [M] | choi seungcheol.
↳ the one about seungcheol and that damn ugly christmas sweater
◇ choi seungcheol x female reader ◇ smut | established relationship ◇ warnings: explicit sexual content. let me know if i've missed any other warnings! ◇ 781 words
authors note: this is for day 9 of @svthub december prompt challenge: sweater. please let me know what you guys think and please send an ask if you'd like to be tagged for the rest of the challenge. i hope you guys enjoy!
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Seungcheol barges through the front door of your home, slamming the door shut so hard that the door almost comes off its hinges. Hurriedly, he shuffles out of his shoes and doesn’t bother to put them away, not caring for the way you’ll react when you see them. He promises to make it up to you later once he’s dealt with the reason why his pants became unbearably tight on his walk home from work.
It’s when he’s dropping his coat unceremoniously on the floor that you round the corner and come into his field of his vision, in that goddamn ugly Christmas sweater. The offending material reveals just enough of you to drive him wild, from the loose collar that exposes your neck and the top of your right shoulder, to the hem that exposes the curves of your ass and his favourite lace underwear that you’re wearing.
Spotting the way your brows furrowed in confusion, the words ‘baby, what’s wrong?’ are barely out of your mouth before Seungcheol pounces, cupping your face in his hands and pulling you in for a lascivious kiss. Your arms wrap around his shoulders and his hands find their place on your hips, walking you backwards until your back hits the marble of your kitchen island.
When you pull away to breathe, Seungcheol’s lips continue to kiss the length of your jaw, making their way to that spot behind your ear that makes you keen, and venturing down south to where your neck meets your shoulder. His skilful tongue laps at your smooth skin and when he pairs a hard suck with a roll of his hips to your drenched core, a sinful moan of his name spills from your lips.
Seungcheol almost loses it then, but he didn’t suffer through walking home with a raging boner just to come in his pants, and not in your delicious pussy. This isn’t at all what he had planned for tonight, nor when he sent the text asking you what the ugly Christmas sweater you bought today looked like, and he’s sure that this also wasn’t what you had meant to happen when you sent the innocent image in reply of you wearing it on the bed with no pants on.
Nevertheless, it awakened something carnal in him, which now brings him to this moment.
Impatient, Seungcheol doesn’t bother to take off his shirt, choosing to only shuck his pants and boxer briefs off past his ass and heaves you onto the counter. Placing his large hand on your chest, you let him gently push you down until your spine meets the cold surface of the marble. The sweater saves him effort by bunching up by your hips and he manages to take his favourite pair of your underwear off you with care, sniffing it for your divine scent.
The hunger returns soon after that and his hand finds the back of your knee, pushing your leg up until it meets your wooly clothed chest. His right hand strokes his hardened cock and he groans, holding tight and guiding himself to slide between your drenched folds. Once he’s fully lubricated, he thrusts the head of his cock inside your inviting cunt, and pushes your other leg just like before, folding you like a pretzel.
Seungcheol takes a deep breath to calm himself, savouring the gorgeous view of you in front of him. His gaze travels from your needy, panting face, to your hands desperately searching for something to grab hold onto in purchase. When his gaze lands on your delectable pussy waiting to swallow him whole, he finally snaps, thrusting his cock deep inside your warm, pulsating walls until he’s sheathed to the hilt, his hip meeting the flesh of your bottom as you both swear in delight.
The pace he starts off with is languid while he waits for your cunt to accommodate him, but that all changes as soon as he catches sight of where your bodies meet, seeing the way his cock disappears in and out of you. Without a moment to lose, he fucks you like a man possessed, driving himself into you so hard that you slide easily on the counter.
“Baby, let me take my sweater off,” you beg in a garbled voice, drooling from the corner of your mouth. “I’m gonna slide off the counter if you keep fucking me so hard. Oh my fucking god!”
“No, can do,” Seungcheol snarls, grabbing the hem of your sweater and shoving it in your mouth. “I’m gonna keep fucking you with it on. I bet I can fuck you so hard, I’ll hear your screams through that gag in your mouth.”
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day 10: eggnog | yoon jeonghan
↳ the one about jeonghan dealing with your lightweight ass
◇ yoon jeonghan x female reader ◇ fluff | established relationship ◇ no warnings ◇ 702 words
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“There he is!” you squeal as soon as he rounds the corner and Jeonghan instantly knows that something is terribly amiss.
“Hi…?” Jeonghan greets, but it comes out more like a question. “Is everything okay?”
Giggling like a little girl, you lean in and motion for him to come closer with your hand; like you’re about to tell him a secret that no one else is meant to hear. “Everything is fine,” you whisper and when he breathes in the faint smell of brandy from your breath, he knows exactly what happened.
“I left you for all of two minutes,” Jeonghan grumbles, pinching the bridge of his nose, which apparently is the wrong move because he sees your bottom lip start to quiver and sees the tears well up in your eyes.
“Did I do something wrong?” you sniff and he gapes at you, not knowing what to do. “I know that I wasn’t supposed to have anything too heavy to drink but I thought the eggnog would be safe.”
Jeonghan rubs his hands up and down your arm in an attempt to soothe you. “Sweetheart, you didn’t do anything wrong,” he tries to reassure you in hopes to keep your usual drunken tantrums at bay. “You can usually handle eggnogs but those idiots probably laced it with something stronger.”
From the corner of his eye, Jeonghan sees Mingyu, Seokmin and Soonyoung emerge from behind the wall before they kneel and put their hands together in prayer, begging for his forgiveness. Gently, he ushers you to the nearest seat and promises that he’ll be right back once he’s sat you down.
Approaching the three kneeling men, he flicks them all on the forehead one by one. “How many did you give her?” Jeonghan asks with narrow eyes.
“Only the one,” the boys reply in chorus.
Jeonghan raises a brow in question before calling out, “Baby, how many eggnogs did you have?”
“Three!” you answer with glee, holding out three fingers towards him.
Jeonghan flicks their foreheads once more before reminding them that you are indeed a lightweight when it comes to alcohol.
“We’re sorry,” Seokmin says, smiling through the pain.
“We won’t give her so much next time,” Soonyoung flinches.
Jeonghan narrows his eyes, not at all appeased by what they’ve said.
“Ah,” Mingyu figures it out, “there won’t be a next time! We won’t give her any more laced drinks ever.”
“You always were the smart one, Gyu,” Jeonghan moves to pat Mingyu on the shoulder but the latter jumps to the wall, thinking the elder was going to smack him.
Jeonghan laughs before heading back to where you are and helping you stand up. “Time to go,” he declares and loops your arm around his, resting your hand on the crook of his elbow. “Make sure you guys tell Seungcheol why we had to leave.”
The three boys groan in unison just as you and Jeonghan round the corner and he can barely refrain himself from laughing, only doing so once you smack him on the arm.
“They’re going to catch us if you’re not careful,” you warn him.
“They would never,” he assures you, stopping to crouch in front of you and offering his back for you to hop onto. “Those guys are slow on the uptake once they’ve had some alcohol in their system.”
Shrugging off your heels, you jump on his back and allow him to carry you in a piggyback. “How long do you think we can keep pulling this off?” you ask.
Since the very beginning, you’ve always pretended to be a lightweight when it comes to alcohol, at Jeonghan’s behest, even though you can actually handle a lot more than a regular person could. This way, Jeonghan is able to get the both of you excused from staying too long at a party and head back to the comforts of your home.
“Forever, if I can help it,” Jeonghan replies, turning to kiss the inside of your arm that hangs loosely from his elbows. “I really lucked out with you, huh?”
“Don’t you forget it,” you hum and place a kiss on his cheek because you’re just as lucky to end up with him.
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always been you [M] | yoon jeonghan.
Author: darlingvernon
Pairing: yoon jeonghan x fem reader
Genre: royalty au, arranged marriage au, smut
Rating: 18+
Warnings: explicit sexual content, unprotected sex
Word Count: 10,521
Summary: you promised yourself that you wouldn’t fall in love but jeonghan just had to go ahead and ruin everything
Author’s Note: this is my piece for the @svthub collab: Pink Eros. i’d written it differently to the way i usually write due to the concept and i'm sorry it's so long lol. please make sure you check out the other works in the collab and support my fellow writers as well! please let me know your thoughts and i hope you guys enjoy!
You were six years old when the Duke, your father, told you that you were engaged to the Crown Prince.
Back then, you had no idea what it all meant. But, being the obedient daughter that you were, the words ‘Yes, Father’ came out of your own mouth with no hesitation. That was when your whole life changed.
Almost immediately, your etiquette, history and dancing lessons increased, especially when compared to your older brother Joshua who was also taking advanced lessons as heir to the Kidrey Duchy. On top of that, you also had to learn various other subjects that would shape you to be the Crown Princess and future Empress, the Empire required.
Gone were the days when you sat back and enjoyed being a regular noble six year old and you didn’t even have the time to say goodbye.
A year later, you met Jeonghan.
On your seventh birthday, you and the Duke went on a week-long journey to Lombardi, the Capital of the Attacca Empire. As soon as you arrived, your presence was summoned by the Emperor, who had wished to greet his future daughter-in-law himself.
Your eyes were glued to the floor as you stood beside your father in front of the Emperor. To others, it would’ve seemed that you were greatly intimidated by the presence of His Majesty, which was true to some degree, since you were busy trying to remember whether you should bow, curtsey or do a mixture of both.
However, to the boy who sat next to His Majesty, it appeared that you were far more interested in the tiles that adorned the Great Hall than him. Speaking from experience, the other girls usually stared at him and giggled to themselves, mumbling about how good looking he was. The fact that you were acting differently had his curiosity piqued.
“Lady _____, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you,” His Majesty greeted and you managed to finally look up at him, thanks to your father’s reassuring hand that was on your back. “Blessings to you on your birthday. As a gift, I’d like to present my son, Crown Prince Jeonghan, who’ll be your playmate and fiancé.”
You finally noticed the boy who was sitting next to the Emperor when he stood. Despite being the same age as you, he was much taller. His jet black hair made his porcelain skin stand out and his clothing made his build deceivingly lean.
When your eyes met, there were no sparks, no butterflies fluttering in your belly like in the novels your nanny used to read to you. Though there was fire in his eyes as he continued to stare, you continued to feel nothing.
That same day, you decided that you would never fall in love with Jeonghan.
Since the Kidrey Duchy was a fair distance away from Lombardi, it was decided by His Majesty that Jeonghan would spend every summer at the Duchy, so that you were both able to fulfill your duties as playmates. Every summer, the only times you ever saw each other were during his arrival and during meal times. Even then, words were barely exchanged between you. Jeonghan spent most of his stay studying and sparring with Joshua and if people didn’t know any better, they would have thought that your brother was His Highness’ playmate instead.
Summer after summer passed by with no incidents and no changes to your relationship, until you turned fifteen and were making preparations to debut into high society.
It was your typical afternoon, nose buried in a book in the library when Tia, your personal maid, came and informed you that Jeonghan had invited you for some tea in the garden. With no good excuse to turn him down, you made your way to join him.
As you walked, you wondered what possessed the Crown Prince to invite you to tea but came to no conclusion. You thought the whole thing was rather strange, especially when he dismissed the guards and maids as soon as they poured your tea.
“Thank you for joining me, _____,” Jeonghan spoke first and the lack of formality took you by surprise, delaying your answer.
“Thank you for inviting me, Your Highness,” you replied after composing yourself.
Jeonghan grimaced, “Please just call me Jeonghan.”
“Your Highness, I could never—”
“At least, while we’re in private. Please,” Jeonghan requested, firmly.
You sat back and took the time to consider his request. Based on the look of determination on his face, it didn’t seem like he would have changed his mind. “I can do that,” you acquiesced, and decided to drop the formality altogether. “So, Jeonghan. Is there a reason we’re having tea at the moment? We haven’t really spoken to each other at all, ever.”
To his credit, Jeonghan didn’t bat an eye. “Father has requested that I escort you to the debutante ball,” he revealed.
With a sigh, you reached for your cup and brought it to your lips. After taking a sip, you realised it was chamomile tea, your favourite. Was this pure coincidence or did he happen to know?
“Of course, he did,” you replied eventually. “I suppose that I don’t have a choice in the matter?”
“I’m afraid not,” Jeonghan answered and you didn’t miss the way his jaw tensed. “Did you have somebody else in mind?”
“Only my brother,” you shrugged. “I didn’t want any unwanted attention or any targets on my back, which is now no longer the case. I didn’t think His Majesty wanted our engagement to be known yet?”
Jeonghan grabbed his fork and stabbed the opera cake in front of him, taking a small piece to taste. “That would be correct,” he confirmed. “The gesture won’t be revealing our engagement or placing a target on your back. You are the only daughter from the Heads of the Founding Families, it’s only right that I escort you.”
You couldn’t argue with that fact. It wasn’t unheard of from any Empire for the Crown Prince to escort a daughter from a Ducal Family. As you thought about the debutante ball, another problem reared its ugly head. “Jeonghan, you leave tomorrow,” you pointed out.
“I do.”
“How long have you known that you were going to be my partner?”
From the look on Jeonghan’s face, he expected this. “Before I left Lombardi,” he answered nonchalantly.
To say you were irritated was an understatement, but due to the fact that you were in front of the Crown Prince, you had no choice but to keep your composure. “But, you only told me today?” You laughed, humourlessly. “For what purpose—”
“I just felt like it.” Jeonghan shrugged and a smirk plastered itself on his beautifully annoying face.
Would you have been hung for treason for socking him right in the mouth even though he was your future husband?
Jeonghan could have sat there and watched you grow indignant all day. It far was better than the usual emotionless face you showed him every day. He knew you would make him pay for it later but he didn’t know how else to approach the fact that neither of you had spoken properly in all those years you had known each other and it was starting to frustrate him.
Negative thoughts and insecurities festered in his head since the day you met and nothing had satisfied his growing curiosity. He was running out of options and he wanted to at least try and get to know you before your impending nuptials. Resigned to the fact that he had to marry somebody who wasn’t of his own choosing, he’d be damned if he had to marry somebody who was a complete stranger to him.
It was impossible to run the Empire efficiently in that sense, let alone growing old together and spending the rest of your lives together.
“I didn’t mean to displease you,” Jeonghan said, and it finally got you out of your head. “Forgive me, I was only trying to knock down two birds with one stone.”
The revelation surprised you once more and you weren’t sure how many more you could have taken that day. “What was the other issue that you were concerned about?” you queried.
Jeonghan leant forward and placed both arms on the table. “We don’t converse with each other much” —he raised a brow when you were about to question him— “or at all for that matter and that is a problem. For our future and for the Empire.”
Whatever retort you had in mind came up short and you gestured for him to continue.
“We can correspond through letters,” he explained. “You can write to me once you’ve chosen your dress so that I can make sure that we match and after that, you can write about whatever you want. I don’t care if you write about every mundane thing you do. You can even write to me all the swear words and curses currently circling in your head.”
The giggle was out of your lips before you could stop it and in return, you received the view of Jeonghan’s bright smile. “I hope you won’t regret that,” you conceded. He brought up great issues to be considered and admittedly, these concerns were not new to you as they plagued you as well. “However, what are we going to do about the first dance?”
“That’s not a problem,” Jeonghan assured you. “I’ve seen you dance after all.”
“I beg your pardon—”
“Besides” —he interrupted and hoped that you’d forget about his slip— “I’m a Prince. I’ll be able to lead perfectly even if you have two left feet.”
“I do not—”
Jeonghan’s laugh echoed in the gardens and it finally dawned on you that he was just teasing. You forgave him only because he allowed you to stomp on his foot once during the dance.
And that was how your friendship blossomed.
You were eighteen when you broke your promise.
It was rather unusual for Jeonghan to be at the Kidrey Duchy during autumn and more so with such a sombre expression on his face as he stood next to you, especially after the way you both grew increasingly close to each other. But, it didn’t compare to how you looked and felt beside him.
It had only been a week since he heard the news of the Duke and Duchess’ passing and he had arrived as soon as possible. So, your hollowed eyes and sunken cheeks were a devastating shock to him. Even your brother fell to his knees and shed tears next to you as they lowered the caskets into the graves but you continued to remain stoic, showing your strength which allowed your brother a moment of weakness.
Jeonghan almost believed that you were coping rather well, but his fears were soon realised when he saw how your hand trembled as you picked up the shovel, dirt spilling from the way you shook and barely made it to the grave. As he waited for you to stand next to him once more, he tried to think of a way that he could have eased your pain.
Once Joshua gathered himself, Jeonghan took his chance and offered you his hand. A look of confusion flashed on your face and when you turned to look at your brother, he nodded in consent. Jeonghan pleaded with you until you finally took his hand and allowed him to lead you away.
You weren’t sure where he was taking you but it seemed to be the left annex of the manor where he usually stayed during his visits. Without question, you followed him until he led you into the drawing room and pulled you in with him.
“Seungcheol and Mingyu, stay out here and stand at least ten metres from this door,” Jeonghan instructed. “You do not hear whatever sound will come from this room. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Your Highness.” The guards bowed and obeyed his directions.
Jeonghan then led you into the centre of the room and you searched his face for an explanation. He took your hands into his, rubbed his thumb across your skin in a soothing manner and said, “I can’t even begin to understand the pain that you’re going through, but it’s just you and me in this room. It’s just you and me in this building. So, go ahead and release the grief that you’re keeping at bay. No one here will think of you as weak. Cry. Scream. Hit me if it helps. Just… don’t keep it inside you like this.”
At a loss for words, all you did was gaze at your joined hands.
“If it helps, I won’t even look at you,” he implored and closed his eyes. “I can even turn around,” he declared and did as he said. When he still couldn’t feel any movement from you, he grew even more desperate. “Look, I’ll leave. I’ll stand with the guards and let you be if you don’t want to appear weak in front of me. I’ll be on my way.”
Jeonghan barely took a step before you grabbed his wrist with both of your hands like your life depended on it. “Don’t you dare look at me,” you begged, voice filled with agony as tears spilled from the corner of your eyes. There was no stopping now that your grief had breached the surface and you hung tighter onto him as your legs gave way.
“It’s a promise,” he assured you, clutching your hands with his free hand.
“Don’t even bother trying to hear me!” you cried hysterically. Jeonghan repeatedly reassured you as your screams echoed through the room.
He didn’t know how much time had passed but eventually you finally stopped crying. When he turned to face you, his heart broke to see you filled with so much anguish. Jeonghan swore then that he would never allow anything to hurt you like this ever again.
“Jeonghan, I’m tired,” you croaked out. “I want to retire to my room, but I can’t seem to move.”
“Forgive me,” he bowed and gathered you into his arms. “I will take you back.”
“I don’t want anyone to see,” you whined like a child, but that was the least of your worries. You didn’t want to appear weak, especially in front of your brother who needed you the most.
“I understand,” Jeonghan nodded and called for his guards. He instructed them to clear the path and asked them to make sure that your brother would be otherwise preoccupied. “I have handled it. All you need to do is close your eyes and hold on to me.”
Far too tired to argue or come up with a retort, you permitted him to accompany you back to your quarters and thanked him for his efforts.
As the days passed, Jeonghan continued to look after you and in no time at all, the air between you had changed once more. Certainly on your end. Conversations flowed freely, even in person and the fluttering butterflies and sparks that had been lacking previously, suddenly appeared.
It was then that you realised that you had fallen in love with Jeonghan.
At first, you tried to deny it. There was no way your feelings had changed so suddenly. But, had it really been that sudden? It was a fact that you started to see him differently once you started to exchange letters, finding him far more interesting after you took the time to get to know him, and since actions spoke louder than words, it should have been no surprise that he eventually carved his presence into your heart.
After you became aware of your feelings, there was no escaping Jeonghan. His presence plagued you day and night, especially since he decided to stay another month to help prepare for Joshua’s succession to the Dukedom. It was starting to drive you mad, keeping your feelings to yourself, so you made the decision to let Jeonghan know how you felt about him.
That was, until you found out how he felt about you first.
It was the day before Joshua’s succession ceremony and you were on your way to see your brother in his office when you overheard their conversation from outside the door.
“I see you and _____ have become rather close lately,” Joshua stated, a teasing tone to his voice.
“Yeah, you could say that,” Jeonghan laughed a little.
“Have you grown fond of her?” your brother asked and you knew what he meant by his question. With bated breath and heart beating hard in your chest, you leaned closer to the door to hear Jeonghan’s answer.
“You know that I am bound to her by duty,” Jeonghan sighed and continued to speak some more but you could no longer hear what else he was saying. All you heard and felt was your heart shattering into pieces and you couldn’t stand to be there anymore, running all the way back to your room as tears streamed down your face.
You were such a fool for falling in love with him when it wasn’t love that intertwined him with you. Once you were all cried out, you cast your love for him out of your heart and left it hollow as you pieced its parts back together.
That day, you swore that Jeonghan would never be in your heart ever again.
Jeonghan is no fool.
As Crown Prince, he’s knowledgeable when it comes to all important matters concerning the Empire. But, when it concerns the matters of the heart, it seems that he still has a lot to learn.
This is blatantly obvious when it concerns you.
Jeonghan knows that something has changed in his relationship with you, especially if your one sentence replies to his letters are anything to go by. He could write anything between a page to ten pages long about various subjects, but your reply is always the same.
Everything is going well, Crown Prince Jeonghan.
Based on that sentence alone, Jeonghan comes to two conclusions:
You are a terrible liar
Something is definitely amiss
He sits back on his desk, mountains of paperwork long forgotten as he rubs his temple in frustration. The dread and worry within him continues to grow, not just because of the impending engagement announcement scheduled in a couple of days but more so because of his feelings for you.
Sighing, Jeonghan tries to recall when your attitude and behaviour towards him began to change, deducing that it was the day before your brother Joshua inherited the Dukedom and after the conversation Jeonghan had with him.
“I see you and _____ have become rather close lately,” Joshua stated, a teasing tone to his voice.
“Yeah, you could say that,” Jeonghan laughed a little.
“Have you grown fond of her?” Joshua asked, seriously this time.
“You know that I am bound to her by duty,” Jeonghan sighed.
“And is it still just duty that binds you to her?”
“You’re insufferable and I would’ve hung you if you weren’t my friend,” Jeonghan replied playfully. “Fine, I admit it. I have grown rather fond of her. It’s not like I could help it. She…”
Suddenly, a memory of the faint smell of your perfume from right outside Joshua’s office comes to the forefront of his mind and everything starts to become clear.
You overheard him.
There is no other explanation that comes close to this. Though he’s found the catalyst for the change, Jeonghan still doesn’t understand why you’re reacting the way that you are. Is it because you only heard part of the conversation and had been upset about it? Or is it because you heard everything he had to say and decided to distance yourself since you didn’t return his feelings?
Whatever the case is, though he hopes it isn’t the latter, he has no time to sit around fiddling his thumbs and wallowing in sorrow. With so little time left before the engagement announcement, Jeonghan needs to make amends and work things through with you, before your relationship becomes broken beyond repair.
With that in mind, he summons his butler and organises some gifts to be sent to the Lombardi Estate where you’re currently staying, even though he knows it will be futile since you are someone who is not so easily swayed by such gestures. But, he hopes to at least get a different reaction than the one you’ve been giving him, preferring your anger over your indifference.
Jeonghan isn’t surprised to see the gifts returned back to the Palace a few hours later. However, he is surprised to see Duke Joshua waiting there for him.
“Did _____ send you to have a word with me?” Jeonghan sighs as he pours a drink for the both of them in the drawing room.
“No, though she did say that she doesn’t require this grand gesture and assured that she’ll be performing her duty well,” Joshua snickers before quickly settling down when Jeonghan narrows his eyes at him. “Don’t look at me like that, I’m here with a solution.”
“Admittedly, I’m willing to try anything at this point,” Jeonghan grumbles.
“Take her out to the Valentine's Festival tomorrow.”
“Will that really work?”
Joshua shrugs, “You know what they say, it’s a magical time and Eros always blesses the celebrants with love.”
Jeonghan doubts his chances. “I don’t know if that’s possible for either of us.”
“What have you got to lose?” Joshua challenges, clapping his friend on the shoulder. “I know my sister. Take her to the Festival and it’ll all work out.”
During breakfast the next day, your brother Joshua drops a letter beside you before he excuses himself from the Dining Hall. The Red Imperial Seal on it lets you know that it’s a letter from Jeonghan. Every fibre of your being wants to ignore it and rip it into shreds but you can’t seem to do it.
With only a day left before your engagement announcement at the Imperial Banquet, it could contain something important, so you open it reluctantly.
Dearest _____,
I would be honoured if you would accompany me tonight to experience what the Valentine’s Festival has to offer.
If you are so inclined, I have sent some commoners’ clothing to serve as a disguise and I will be waiting for you at the entrance of your Estate as soon as the sun sets.
Don’t worry, I have permission from the Duke.
Yours, Jeonghan.
With a sigh, you place the letter back on the table and reach for your cup of tea. Placing it on your lips, you take a sip and let the disappointment of the peppermint set in. You haven’t been able to drink chamomile for awhile now as it reminds you of bitter memories with Jeonghan.
As you lower the cup back on the table, you try to come up with a dozen excuses to decline him but find yourself unable to do so. His invitation is far too tempting, especially since you’ve always been curious about the Valentine’s Festival.
The Valentine’s Festival is an annual celebration held for Eros, the God of love, and is one of the most popular and grand events in the Attaca Empire.
Streets in the Capital are lined up with various stalls filled with food, jewellery and other merchandise, and the inns and boutiques are filled to the brim. There are dancers, magicians, actors and singers on almost every corner of the Square and the city is alive for most of the day and well into night. It’s easily the busiest and most profitable event in the Empire, lasting a whole week and ending with a banquet hosted by the Imperial Family.
Nobles and Commoners from all over the Empire converge in Lombardi to see what the Festival has to offer and hope to leave with their hearts full; it is a celebration of love after all.
You’ve never felt that there was a point in you partaking in the festivities and celebrating love since you’ve been betrothed to Jeonghan since before you were even born. Duty is the reason you’re bound to spend the rest of your lives together and not the other four letter word everybody else yearns for. Just like he said all those months ago.
Despite all your efforts, you haven’t been able to forget your feelings for him. Every time you read his letters, your affection for him grows and you can never throw them away, no matter how hard you try. And despite your efforts, Jeonghan refuses to give up, not allowing you to stray far away from him.
Why is he doing this? Is this really all just because of his duty? Is there really no way that his heart beats for you like yours does for him?
He confuses you to no end and you don’t know if this is something you can live with as long as you’re with him. You have to know how Jeonghan really feels and in doing so, you hope that your heart will finally be at peace. Grabbing the pen and paper that Tia had prepared, you write your reply and agree to meet him.
“Thank you for meeting me,” Jeonghan greets you once you’re within his reach.
Dressed in nothing but a pair of black trousers and matching black button down shirt, his top two buttons are undone and his sleeves are rolled up to reveal veins that run from his arm down to his hand. With his hair slicked back, you think it’s rather unfair how dashing he looks in these plain clothes.
Compared to Jeonghan, you’re wearing a red floor length summer dress, short sleeves sitting just below your shoulders and white flowers adorning the whole fabric.
“I honestly didn’t think you’d come,” he says, tearing his gaze away from your exposed collarbone. “Also, you look beautiful.”
“Thank you. Honestly, I didn’t think I would come either,” you admit with a small smile. “But, the offer of seeing the Valentine’s Festival is far too tempting. Is it just us two or will there be guards with us?”
Stepping closer, Jeonghan offers to hoist you up on the horse and he’s thankful that you don’t decline him. “The guards will be watching from afar,” he answers as he settles you on the horse. “They won’t come unless I call them so it will be mostly just us. I didn’t want to attract any attention to us so we can enjoy everything freely.”
“Jeonghan, you could be wearing rags and the people will still recognise the Crown Prince,” you scoff. Only a blind person wouldn’t see and know who he is, with his perfect handsome face.
“That won’t be the case,” he assures you as he mounts the same horse and seats himself behind you. Pointing to the ring on his right pinky finger, he explains further, “Jihoon imbued some magic in here that helps disguise my face. Only you can see me as I am.”
“The Royal Mage?”
“That’s him.”
“Do you think he can give me one as well?” you ask as calmly as you can, considering your proximity as Jeonghan starts the horse on a light trot. He’s sitting so close that you can feel his breath against your hair.
Jeonghan slightly tightens his arms around you, on the guise of making sure you don’t fall off, even though he truly just wants to be closer to you. “I’ve already asked him to put some spells on the engagement ring I’ll be giving to you tomorrow,” he answers, slightly flinching at the word engagement as he doesn’t know of your feelings yet. “I can ask him for something else if you wish?”
“No, the ring is fine,” you reply, trying to hide your hurt from feeling him flinch against you. The night is off to a terrible start but you promised that you would try to enjoy yourself at the very least, so you push yourself to move on. “So, what exactly will we be doing at the Festival?”
With a sigh, Jeonghan collects himself. The night is only beginning and he won’t lose hope just yet. “There’s lots of shows and dances for us to see along with the fireworks,” he reveals. Smiling, he adds, “We’ll also do lots of eating of course.”
You can’t help but laugh then and if you turn your head slightly, you would’ve seen the relief on Jeonghan’s face. “Well, now you’re speaking my language,” you state, covering your mouth with your hand as you giggle. “Let’s get moving then. There’s no time to waste.”
Bending slightly, Jeonghan whispers in your ear, “Yes, dear.”
The term of endearment takes you by surprise and you have to stop yourself from turning to look at him, not wanting to reveal how much it affects you. You need not bother really because Jeonghan clearly sees the way your hands cup your heating cheeks in an attempt to cool them and he has to spend the whole journey to the town square stopping himself from kissing your adorable face.
It isn’t long until you reach the Capital, the trip feeling shorter than you thought due to the conversation freely flowing just like it used to. Laughs and banters were shared and not a hint of awkwardness was found.
Leaving the horse in an alley, Jeonghan takes you by the hand and leads you around the Festival. Like a seasoned veteran, he takes you around from stall to stall, seeing what the merchants have to offer, before finding you both a seat at the small outdoor theatre where a play is about to begin.
“I didn’t think you’d know your way around,” you mention before taking a bite from the skewer he bought. “Am I correct in saying that you’ve done this before?”
Jeonghan swallows his food and answers, “You’d be correct. I’ve been out and about once or twice before.”
Biting your lip, you decide to test the waters. “Accompanying other ladies, I presume?” you ask.
“You are the first,” Jeonghan clarifies quickly. “I haven’t taken anyone else, nor do I plan to take anybody else but you.”
You accept his answer with a small smile and turn your attention to the commencing performance.
Try as he might, Jeonghan cannot look away from you even if he wanted to, finding you far more captivating than the play. He watches the way your eyes sparkle and the way your smile grows in wonder, etching it in his memory in the off chance that the misunderstanding between you doesn’t get resolved.
When the play finishes, you applaud and join the audience in a standing ovation, telling Jeonghan how great the play was and all of your thoughts about it. He doesn’t have a single clue what you’re talking about since he saw none of it but he listens intently, smiling at how passionate you are about it.
Suddenly, a group of musicians make their way onto the stage and the previous performers work to remove the wooden crates that were used as seats, turning a portion of the Square onto a dance floor. Not wanting to waste the opportunity he’s been given, Jeonghan bows in front of you and offers his hand.
“May I have this dance, my lady?”
“Jeonghan,” you whisper so that the crowd doesn’t hear. “It isn’t that I don’t want to dance with you, but I don’t know how to do this kind of dance.”
“I don’t see that as a problem since I can lead you,” Jeonghan assures you.
Reluctantly, you give him your hand which he gladly accepts. “I believe you said that you hadn’t taken a lady here before,” you state, pout growing as he snickers at your miniature tantrum. “How is it that you know this dance then?”
Holding your right hand tightly with his left hand, he places your other hand on his shoulder and rests his free hand on your lower back. “I learnt through watching,” Jeonghan smirks and gently ushers you closer to him until there’s no space left between your bodies. “Besides, I’m the Crown Prince, I can do anything.”
“Including making a fool out of me, I bet.”
“Sweetheart, that would be impossible,” Jeonghan utters and just as you open your mouth to try and say something, the music starts and he begins to lead you.
The dance seems simple enough so far, starting off with the basic steps of the waltz which you’re thankful for, as Jeonghan’s close proximity continues to distract you. “Why do you do that?” you query, your burning curiosity getting the better of you.
To your chagrin, Jeonghan feigns innocence. “I’m afraid I don’t have the slightest idea what it is you are referring to, my darling.”
“That! It is exactly that! Why do you use every form of endearment and not call me by name?”
“We agreed to only do so in private,” Jeonghan teasingly reminds you. “On top of that, I quite enjoy” —his hands travel to your waist and lifts you into the air— “seeing the way you look so flustered.”
At this revelation, he gets a perfect view of your gaping mouth before he has to lift you in the air again.
“I knew it,” you scoff upon your soft landing, thanks to Jeonghan’s sturdy hands. “Two can play this game, you know.”
“Oh, you think so?” Jeonghan challenges as he signals that another lift is coming.
“I do, my love,” you reply coyly just as he lifts you again, and you can tell that you’ve caught him off guard from the way his hands slip slightly, almost dropping you. “Honey, you almost dropped me,” you scold, playfully smacking him on the chest once you’re safely back on your own two feet.
“The fault is yours for surprising me,” Jeonghan mutters, biting back the smile threatening to take over his face.
Guiding you to stand beside him and turning you to face the opposite direction he is, Jeonghan places his arm in front of you to hold your hip that’s furthest from him and you mirror his motion, allowing him to turn you both in a circular motion.
“I didn’t think anything could surprise you, dear,” you tease, feeling his hand tighten on your hip.
“Admittedly, I didn’t think so either,” Jeonghan grumbles, slightly pushing at your hip so you can both change the direction you’re facing. “At least until I met you.”
You’re about to respond when Jeonghan turns you again and you find yourself facing another gentleman. It seems the dance includes a change in partner ever so often until you arrive back at your original partner. It’s unfair of him to say such a thing just before he hands you off, further confusing you and igniting the feelings you have for him once more.
Taking a chance to look at him, you find him staring back at you. His new dance partner is speaking with him and he seems to be conversing with her but his gaze on you is unwavering and you are trapped in his spell. Unable to look away even if you wanted to and even if you have to because of the steps of the dance, your eyes find him again and again through the crowd, feeling even closer to him despite the distance.
And when the dance finally comes to a close, you end up back in his arms like you were always meant to be there. Like Jeonghan was always the one meant to hold you.
This feeling of uncertainty is foreign to you. All this time, you thought you knew how he feels about you, but his words and actions beg to differ.
However, it matters not, until you know the exact reasons for the way he’s behaving.
Is he still only motivated by duty? Or did the premise of the Valentine’s Festival finally open up his heart?
Whatever the case may be, it is something you can no longer ignore and your growing feelings for him is something you can no longer deny.
“Why are you doing this to me?” you ask and Jeonghan is taken aback. “Why do you confuse me so?”
Your inner turmoil is written as clear as day on your face and Jeonghan wishes for nothing more than to be able to gather you in his arms and confess his feelings to you. The thought alone scares him half to death but it’s not as frightening as the thought of spending the rest of your lives together with your cold indifference towards him.
What’s the worst that can happen?
Of course, there is a chance that once he finally reveals his true feelings that you may not feel the same way about him. If that is the case, it’s still possible for you to grow to love him, further down the line as you both grow older. But, Jeonghan knows that if he doesn’t take advantage of the opportunity he’s been given, your heart may close the door on him forever.
“_____, listen—”
“Jeonghan, I—”
“Everyone, the fireworks will begin in a few minutes!”
Sighing, you lower your head onto Jeonghan’s chest. “I know we need to talk but I also want to see the fireworks,” you whine.
Cupping your face in his hands, Jeonghan raises your head so that you can look at him. “We can watch the fireworks and talk after,” he concedes, but it’s worth it when your eyes light up like Christmas morning. Placing his hands gingerly on your shoulders, he instructs, “Please stay right here and wait for me. I’ll be right back with some refreshments.”
“I’ll wait,” you assure him.
“I’ll only be a minute, please stay right where I can see you.”
Gently squeezing your hand, Jeonghan reluctantly turns away from you and heads to find the nearest pub. Every now and then, he turns to check that you’re still right where he left you. This time, when he turns, his brows furrowed in worry when he no longer sees you in his field of vision as the crowd fills the square.
Drinks forgotten, Jeonghan weaves through the crowd in search of you. He calls for you multiple times to no avail and even as he reaches the spot where he left you, there’s no sign of you anywhere. It’s just his luck that the fireworks then commence and it drowns out his voice as he begins to call for you once more. Cursing, he makes his way through the sea of bodies to continue his search.
The thought of something terrible happening to you fills him with dread, making him sick to his stomach. He pleads with Eros to help him find you and his prayer is answered when a gust of wind carries along petals that land in your vicinity. Bristling, he makes his way over to where you are.
“Oh Jeonghan, there you are,” you greet but your smile fades as soon as you see the expression on his face. It’s one that you’ve never seen on his usually bright face, at least not directed at you. “Is something the matter?”
Jeonghan remains silent as he grabs hold of your wrist and leads you out of the overcrowded square. You didn’t dare to resist when it’s clear that right now, he is not one to be messed with. Soon enough, you reach your destination, finding yourself in a secluded alley in the square away from prying eyes and eager ears.
He all but flings you in the alley and your hands brace themselves on the cool brick wall to stop and steady yourself. “What in the world were you thinking?!” he asks, livid. “Or was it that you weren’t thinking at all?”
“I have no idea what it is you’re referring to—”
“I only asked one thing of you,” he states calmly but you can see how furious he is beneath the surface, his eyes blazing with fire. “One direction that even a child could follow and they would have listened.”
Ah, it’s finally dawned on you what makes him so angry.
“I don’t understand why it’s such an issue—”
“You don’t understand why it’s an issue?!”
“—I only went to a better spot for the fireworks,” you finish explaining despite Jeonghan talking over you. “It’s not like you couldn’t see me—”
Jeonghan laughs out loud but there is no mirth to it. “That is precisely it!” he snarled. “I couldn’t see you anywhere I looked. I called out for you so many times and received no response back. I was so worried and I thought I had lost you—”
“And why does that matter?” you argue and the question renders Jeonghan speechless, but you’re not done yet. “Why does it matter if you lose me? Why do you care?”
At this, Jeonghan could no longer remain silent. “I beg your pardon,” he protests. “Of course, I care about you.”
“But, only because of your duty,” you remind him as you roll your eyes.
“No, it goes far beyond that.”
This is a game that you no longer wish to play.
“That’s not what you said that day,” you reveal, finally admitting that you overheard his conversation with your brother that day. “Don’t even think of lying to me because I heard everything.”
Now that you’ve confirmed his earlier assumption, Jeonghan proceeds, so that he can now get an answer as to how you feel about him. “And, what exactly did you hear?”
“That you’re only bound to me by duty.”
“And?” he prods, impatiently.
“What do you mean, ‘and’?” you ask, confused as to where he’s heading with the conversation.
“I did say that” —he crosses his arms— “but what about the rest of it?”
With a pout, you answer confidently, “You didn’t say anything else.”
“Yes, I did,” he declares with a sadistic calm.
“No, you didn’t.” You stand your ground but that is the last straw for Jeonghan.
“Yes, I did!” he yells in frustration, grabbing at his hair. “I admitted that I had grown fond of you and it was something that had been beyond my control.”
“What?” you wonder, more to yourself than anything.
Already having gone this far, Jeonghan doesn’t hold himself back any longer, baring his heart out after coming close to losing you. “I said that you had me falling in love with you with no hopes of ever getting up, ever since the moment I laid my eyes on you.”
No, there’s not a chance that this is real. You’re sure of it. Yet, you find yourself asking, “You love me?”
“I love you,” Jeonghan vows with no hesitation. “Despite everything, I fall more and more in love with you and right now, as you stand before me, I have never been more in love with you.”
No matter how hard you search, there’s no sign of a lie on his face. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
“Actually, I did.”
“You know what I mean.”
“I truly did,” Jeonghan says, smug. “I wrote them in every letter I sent you since that day I admitted to my own feelings.”
“You’re lying.”
“I’ve never lied—”
“You have, when you lied about being my partner for my debutante ball,” you remind him, brow raised in challenge.
Jeonghan bites his lip and moves closer to you, eliminating the space between your bodies. “I was merely delaying the truth that time,” he jokes. “But, I really did let you know in my last letters. You would’ve known if you had read them.”
“I did—”
Jeonghan interrupts, taking your hands in his as he says, “Enough about the letters. _____, I’ve finally told you how I truly feel about you. Please, stop torturing me and tell me how you feel about me.”
“I—”
“I don’t think it matters how the young lady feels since she’ll be coming with us and you won’t be alive anymore to see her again,” a stranger interrupts and Jeonghan is quick to shield you behind him. More thugs turn up and Jeonhan slowly retreats until you’re squeezed between him and the wall.
Jeonghan doesn’t miss the way you tremble in fear and he knows that he has to deal with them as soon as possible. He almost lost you once today and he’d be damned if he lets it happen a second time. Especially now that he’s confessed his feelings to you.
“Close your eyes and cover your ears,” Jeonghan instructs but you shake your head vehemently. “Please, listen to me just this once. I don’t want you to see this.”
“Call for Seungcheol,” you plead, holding on to his arm. “There’s far too many of them. We can wait until he gets here.”
“It’ll be too late by then,” Jeonghan sighs. “Close your eyes. I promise that no harm will come to you.”
“What about you?” you caution, tears flowing freely down your face. The love of your life has finally confessed that he feels the same about you but why is fate so cruel to put you in this position?
“There’s no need to worry,” he assures you as he draws out his sword. “Now, do as I say. I won’t take long.”
Eventually, you relent and let go of his arm. Taking one final look at him, Jeonghan places a chaste kiss on your forehead, forcing your eyes closed as he moves your hands to cover your ears tight. When you feel him pull away, you almost defy him once more but ultimately know that you’ll only be in his way, increasing his chance of getting hurt.
So, you stay right where you are and do exactly as Jeonghan says, praying to Eros to return the one that you love safely.
You don’t know how much time has passed but you eventually feel Jeonghan’s warm yet wet hands pull your hands away from your ears, letting you know that the ordeal is over. When you open your eyes, you see his shirt drenched in blood despite the colour of the material.
“You’re bleeding,” you cry out, hands reaching out to check on him, but his hands stop you from doing so.
“It’s not all mine,” he assures you only to be met with the roll of your eyes.
“That doesn’t make it any better,” you scold.
“I’m fine—”
“No, you’re not!” you exclaim through your tears. “You’re hurt and it’s all my fault. If I hadn’t wandered off in the first place, we wouldn’t be in this alley and—”
“If you hadn’t wandered off, I wouldn’t have had an opportunity to finally tell you how I feel about you.”
“Is that even important right now?” you sob unceremoniously into your hands. “Now, I know how it feels.”
“What do you mean?” Jeonghan asks.
“I almost lost you and I haven’t even had the chance to tell you how I feel about you.”
Jeonghan’s heart picks up speed and it feels like it’s about to beat right out of his chest. This is the moment he’s been waiting for and he can’t believe you both had to risk your lives in order for it to happen. “And how do you feel about me?”
“Your Highness!” Seungcheol calls from the entrance of the alley before you can answer Jeonghan. “I’ve finally found you both. My apologies for arriving late.”
“Actually, you’re far too early,” Jeonghan rolls his eyes and you have to cover your mouth to hold down your laugh upon seeing Seungcheol’s confused face. “Did you bring my horse?”
The guard nods. “I’ve also brought a carriage for Lady _____,” he adds. “Shall I summon the physician to their Estate?”
“That’s not necessary,” you decline as you are unscathed. “Please summon them to the Palace instead along with the Royal Mage. His Highness may need some healing magic in time for our Engagement Announcement tomorrow.”
“Yes, m’lady.” Seungcheol bows. “Your carriage has arrived and is ready to escort you back.”
Sighing, Jeonghan lowers his head onto your shoulder and your hand reaches out to play with the hair on the nape of his neck. “Won’t you consider coming back to the Palace with me?” he entreats and feels you shake your head to decline him. “We haven’t finished our conversation yet. Must I really wait till the Banquet to hear your answer? Must you really torture me again?”
“Must you be so dramatic?” you tease him and he nips at your shoulder in retaliation. You have to commend him, he’s grown rather bold ever since he confessed his love for you. It seems he no longer wants to waste any time and frankly, since you feel exactly the same towards him, you don’t want to waste another second without him either. “You can always come to see me before tomorrow.”
Jeonghan lifts his ahead, adorable confusion on his face and you can’t help but giggle. “How will I see you before tomorrow?” he asks, tilting his head.
“My balcony faces the Glass House in the Estate,” you whisper in his ear, bidding him farewell with a light kiss on his cheek. “You’re the Crown Prince. Surely you’re smart enough to figure it out?”
He is and he can’t wait.
It’s when you’re brushing your hair by your vanity before retiring for the night when you hear the knock on your bedroom window. Spotting his familiar figure through the mirror, you place the brush on the marble surface and make your way to let him in. Pulse racing as you unlock the window, you don’t dare to look at his face and walk back to the centre of room, only turning towards him once he’s let himself in and closed the window behind him.
Jeonghan takes his time studying you, gaze instantly drawn to the way you stare at the floor once more instead of him, just like you used to. Eyes drifting lower, he spots your slightly parted lips and he has to stop himself from reaching out and running his thumb across your bottom lip. His gaze travels lower once more, breath hitching at the sight of the top of your breasts due to the low neckline of your nightgown. Seeing the way your chest heaves from your erratic breathing makes something inside him snap and he shoves his hands in his pockets, taking big strides until he’s standing right in front of you.
“Such a cruel woman you are.” He breaks the silence, pushing your chin up with his finger so that you finally look at him. “Inviting me here and making me wait for your attention. Do you know how agonising it is when you look as delectable as you do? But, we’re not quite there yet, are we?”
Your attempt to look away from him is thwarted when he grabs your chin between his thumb and index finger and you’re forced to endure the intense regard in which he holds you. “If anyone’s waited long enough, it’s me,” you say in hopes to placate him.
However, it has the opposite effect on Jeonghan. “That’s rich coming from you,” he retorts. “Especially after I professed my love for you today. If I recall correctly, I’m yet to hear about your feelings towards me.”
“I’m afraid,” you say truthfully.
“What are you afraid of?”
“I don’t express myself well with words,” you confess. “I’m afraid my words would be insufficient to describe what it is I truly feel for you.”
Jeonghan shifts impossibly closer to you eliminating the space between you. Cupping your face in his hands, he leans in closer and ghosts your lips with his. “Hm, you always were better with your actions,” he breathes, thumb skimming your bottom lip like he fantasised, smearing your lip tint a little. “Would you prefer to show me instead?”
“Yes,” you sigh, eyes immediately closing.
Jeonghan’s lips hesitantly touches yours in a feather light kiss and it’s much too soft and quick for your liking. He moves to pull away, testing the waters but he doesn’t get far when you grab hold of his shirt, pulling him towards you so that you can kiss him once more. This time, the kiss you share is more intense, carrying your emotions with it and when they finally reach him, Jeonghan becomes bolder and returns your kiss with the same fervor.
His kisses grow hungrier and more heated each time, almost devouring you whole but you are insatiable. You crave to taste more of him, sliding your hands up and locking your arms behind his neck, pulling him further into you. Wrapping his arms around your middle, he holds you tight and you pull away in a gasp when you feel him, half hard and large against your hip.
Not liking the separation, Jeonghan dives in and takes the chance to shove his tongue in your gaping mouth, intertwining with yours in a perfect dance. His eager hands travel from your hips to your bottom, groping and kneading its cheeks before venturing further south. When they land behind your thighs, he grabs hold and lifts you onto him as he walks towards your bed.
Jeonghan sits down on the edge of your bed with you on top of him and you shift your legs to straddle him comfortably. You kiss him again and again, timing a third kiss with the roll of your hips and you feel his excitement grow against your centre. Impatient, your hands scramble to untuck his shirt from his trousers, pulling it over his head to toss to the other side of the room.
“Oh fuck,” you swear at the sight of his toned abdomen, not caring for how unladylike you are becoming. Biting your lip, your fingertips glide across his skin as you take him in.
This new side to you is enthralling and Jeonghan feels proud knowing that only he is privy to it. That you are here, completely and utterly enamored by him and him alone. Jeonghan leans back on his elbows watching you with eyes full of aroused curiosity. “Your turn.” He nods in your direction and you comply.
If it were anybody else who asked, you know you would have hesitated to no end. But, Jeonghan makes you feel brave. He makes you feel loved. He makes you feel desired. Grabbing the hem of your nightgown, you shimmy out of it at an excruciatingly slow pace, noticing the way Jeonghan eyes you like a man starved, his breath hitching at every inch of skin you reveal.
“You are beautiful,” he breathes out and it diminishes whatever insecurity existed that was begging you to cover yourself up. Sitting up, he kisses you lasciviously, gripping you tight as he pivots and pushes you into the mattress. His fingers make their way between your bodies, toying with the waistband of your underwear, before pulling the lewdly soaked material down your legs. “Move up on the bed, lie down on the pillows and spread your legs. I want to see you.”
Taking a deep breath, you do as he says, watching with interest as he sheds the rest of his clothing. Jeonghan can’t help but stare too long at your inviting pussy and he doesn’t miss the way your legs quiver in anticipation. Like a predator hunting its prey, he gets on the bed and crawls slowly towards you and fits himself between your legs. He lowers his body until your chest to chest and meets your lips again in a fiery kiss.
This time, he doesn’t stay on your lips too long, desperate to touch and feel more of you, kissing along your jaw and down where your neck meets your shoulder. He marks his place on the juncture of your neck, sucking and nipping until a purple bruise is left in its wake. Lifting his head slightly, he marvels at the view of your breasts, eyes rolling back before diving in and taking your right nipple in his mouth.
His tongue darts out to kitten lick at your wetted bud, blowing air on it before sucking it back into his mouth. Being the gentleman that he is, he dares not to neglect your other breast, palming and fondling it before he switches and pays attention to it. Your ragged breaths bounces off the walls in your room and he uses the sounds to spur him on along with how your body twists and squirms beneath him.
“Relax _____,” Jeonghan coos at you. “I’m just as… new to this as you are.”
“It doesn’t seem like it,” you murmur. “But, I guess my education on this was limited compared to yours.”
Sitting back on his knees, he grabs hold of his cock, groaning as he strokes himself a few times before he guides himself to slide between your folds. Watching him with keen eyes, you grow more desperate for him, mouth hanging open in a silent plea. Once he’s well lubricated from your juices, he aligns himself by your entrance, preparing himself to enter your glistening trove.
“This is the last chance you have to refuse me,” Jeonghan rasps out. “If you don’t, I’ll be taking away your virtue and will never let you go.”
“No one is taking my virtue away,” you mewled, reaching for his free hand and guiding it up your body to rest on your breast. “I am freely giving it to you, along with my love. So, don’t you dare even consider letting me go.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Jeonghan grits his teeth as he pushes the head of his cock through your cunt, straining to hold himself back from fully impaling you on his cock to avoid hurting you.
“You can keep going,” you nod, breathing becoming ragged even as you try to calm yourself.
His hands reach for yours and intertwine them together, pinning them on either side of your head as he lowers himself until all of his weight is on you. With a shaky exhale, he sinks in further but still not all the way, peppering your chest with kisses in apology as he waits for you to accommodate him.
Tears pool at the corner of your eyes, sliding down your cheeks and you don’t have the strength to hold them back. Jeonghan whispers words of affirmation onto your skin and your heart swells in your chest. You seek out his lips and he gladly obliges you, kissing languidly until the current stretch is bearable.
“With all that I am, I love you and I’m yours,” you confess, whimpering as Jeonghan pushes deeper as a result.
A moan of your name from deep within his chest slips from his lips and he’s unable to hold himself back even if he wanted to, sheathing himself to the hilt inside you. The burning sensation of the stretch makes you tremble but it’s nothing compared to the feel of fullness inside you.
Releasing one of your hands, Jeonghan cups your cheek and kisses you hard, wanting to alleviate your pain. When you feel his cock throb inside your warm walls, you inadvertently clench around him and the last of his control snaps.
“Love, please tell me I can move,” he growls and you respond by shakily hooking your legs around his waist, taking him even deeper with a roll of your hips.
Jeonghan takes this as his cue, slowly drawing his cock out and harshly slamming back in. Crying out his name in ecstasy, your hands move to rest on his shoulders, nails digging in as his pace increases. An intense heat starts to build inside you, arching your back from the mattress as your hips frantically grind against him to match his rhythm.
“Jeonghan, I…” you sob, the intense heat taking all over your body. “I can… feel something… something is coming.”
“Gods, I feel it too,” he croaks and relentlessly drives himself inside you. Winding his arms around your middle, he holds tight and moves your body the way he wants so that you can both have the release you’re desperately seeking.
It’s when Jeonghan’s lips brushes by your ear, whispering ‘I love you’ with a perfectly timed shift of his hips, that the coil inside you snaps, eyes rolling to the back of your head and body shivering as your orgasm consumes you, a litany of his name echoing in the room.
At the feeling of your pulsating walls around his cock, his movements begin to falter. When you profess your love for him, he careens clean off the edge, hips jerking as he comes and a sigh of your name escaping from his lips as he paints your walls with his hot, white release.
Jeonghan buries his face in the juncture of your neck, hot breath fanning your skin as you rake your fingers through his damp hair. You stay together like this until your breathing evens out, not caring about your sweaty skin or the stickiness between your legs.
Then, he slowly pulls out his softening cock, watching your face for any signs of discomfort along the way. Planting a kiss on your shoulder, Jeonghan leaves the bed for a moment, fetching a towel and basin filled with water from the bath. With utmost care, he wipes the mess clean from your body. Once he’s put the soiled cloth away, he joins you back on the bed, dragging your body until you’re tight against his chest, whispering his love for you repeatedly until slumber comes for you.
When morning comes, it is anything but quiet. It starts off with your maid Tia dramatically dropping a basin upon catching you tangled in bed with the Crown Prince and Jeonghan being caught sneaking out the balcony by Joshua who’s having his morning coffee by the adjacent balcony. Jeonghan avoids being scolded because he pulls rank with the Duke, but you’re not so lucky. He bids you farewell with a kiss before heading back to the Palace to prepare for the Imperial Banquet.
It all happens quickly after that, spending most of the day getting pampered and leaving you with no time to even think about the events of the previous night. Upon your arrival at the Palace, you’re quickly ushered to stand in front of the door to the Great Hall where Jeonghan is already waiting.
Grabbing your hand, he gently kisses the back of it before planting another one on your cheek. Jeonghan stares longingly into your eyes before disrupting the connection by breaking into laughter.
“What’s so funny?” you ask, tilting your head in confusion.
“Nothing, I’m just happy,” he beams, bending to rest his forehead on your shoulder. “I’m glad that it’s not just duty that binds us together and that we’re actually fated to each other.”
“As am I,” you assure him, turning to kiss him on the cheek. “My love has always been you and it will always be you.”
“Always,” Jeonghan vows, lifting his head so that you can see his sincerity.
You return the promise with a kiss, along with a silent prayer to Eros in thanks and your hearts have never been fuller.
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