Now that I have a USB and able to download pics I took of my beautiful babies, I will now do my utmost best to annoy everyone with my baby portraits! Well, in-between pics of places I find pretty.
For now, here is my characters' bios.
💬 0 🔁 0 ❤️ 0 · Name: Renata Runningfar
Nicknames: Renny, Bloodscythe, Lunatic Dancer, Purrsy (Used by Davon in private)
Ages: ARR; 23, H
💬 0 🔁 0 ❤️ 2 · Name: Silent Stormseeker/Silens sas Baelsar
Nicknames: Sil, Sy, Tempest, Spice-Tooth, My Stormdrake (Used by Thancred only
Movies seemed so unrealistic, who genuinely falls for someone they dislike? Well, here you sat in the passenger seat of his car entirely enamored with him.
pairing non!idol eunchan x fem reader
genre smut, fluff, actual plot
warnings no mentions of using condoms (practice safe sex), biting, lots of kissing, size kink (?), pet names (baby, etc.), partying, mentions of throwing up, outdoor sex, fingering! please let me know if i missed anything <3
special thanks to @woongisi who got me into this group fully, this one for you! mwah x
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Your morning starts in a whirlwind, nearly missing your bus to the university, stepping into a puddle wetting your socks, and now you stand in line behind your academic rival, Eunchan. His presence alone is enough to question if you needed coffee this monday morning but deciding if your day was already starting this poorly you’re definitely going to need this caffeine boost. As he turns around after getting his coffee, you turn away quickly to stare outside the windows not wanting him to know that you were there, waiting until the barista asks if you need anything, embarrassedly telling him your order.
Looking down at your watch you curse at yourself now only having fifteen minutes to race across the university grounds to your class, praying your matcha doesn’t spill all over as you pick up pace. Bursting through the doors as the bell rang, you stop to catch your breath not caring about the eyes on you, trudging up the steps and sinking into the seat next to your best friend, Taerae.
“Eventful morning?”
He asked with a smile on his lip, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder as you mockingly copy his question. This catches the attention of Eunchan who turns around in his seat long enough to look you up and down before turning to face back towards the board. You act as if you were going to throw your half empty matcha at the back of his head, stopping yourself after Taerae tells you to settle down and stop being hot headed. Giving the professor your half divided attention you doodle on the edge of your notebook trying to decide on whether or not you planned on going to the after exams party, your decision relying heavily on Taerae going or not. Nudging his arm with your pencil he glanced at you with a raised eyebrow as you slid your notebook into his view to read.
Are you going to the after-exams party?
Watching him start to write you try to sneak a peek at his reply, scribbling your quick answer back before you two get caught.
Most likely i’ll pick you up.
Thnxs.
After class ends you wait for Taerae to pack his things, following him out the classroom and out towards the buildings doors, making the way to the café.
“It starts at ten so I'm okay with being picked up then, it’s not ideal to be any earlier or on time.” You said handing Taerae his americano, taking a long sip of your matcha. He agrees not entirely caring about the time more focused on his phone than anything as you two reach the main building of the college. Bidding you goodbye Taerae leaves into the science swing as you make your own way towards the library wanting to cram in some extra studying before tomorrow’s exams, cursing as you run into someone as they step out of the library. Rubbing your arm you look up to apologize, instead groaning with an eye roll as you make eye contact with Eunchan who’s glaring at you with disgust.
“Do you have anything to say?”
With a chuckle, you open the other side of the library door stopping long enough to reply before heading in. “I actually do, maybe next time don’t be in everyone’s way, Eunchan.”
Exams come and go the next morning, Taerae groaning next to you that he probably failed, you patting his head to cheer up that he’ll be ok after a good night of partying. He perks up at that going on a new rant of wondering if Hanbin would be going, hoping that he was, to which you tell him to ask him, Taerae whining about not being bold enough to ask. The bell rings, telling Taerae that you’ll see him later tonight and to not overthink it too much. Entering into your dorm, you sigh in relief that your roommate was there still, asking them if they were going out to the party tonight. They shake their head saying they have work, which you ask if they minded helping you pick out an outfit which they say they didn’t mind, letting you model in front of them before deciding on the very last outfit. You thank her telling her to have a good shift as you sit in front of the small shared vanity, doing your hair and makeup, vibing to your music trying to get into the mindset to go out.
A few hours later, you check your phone hearing it go off as you finish lacing your boots, your mood dropping.
Sorry I can’t make it, new plans came up. :(
You stare at the text in disbelief, wanting to call Taerae and give him hell for canceling right at ten when you already spent an hour getting ready. You text him back telling him it was completely ok and you’d text him later after the party. There’s no point in wasting the hard work you put in, ordering a cab to take you to the party, thanking the driver as you step out onto the sidewalk. You knew the host, Lew, had money but this house was way over your expectations. Entering the party you make it a point to thank Lew for hosting, darting afterwards towards the kitchen past the sea of bodies to find anything to drink to kill time, making due with a bottle of strawberry soju. Slipping back into the living room your eyes catch sight of Eunchan, surprised he came as he’s not the type to show up to parties, turning away to make conversation with drunk strangers as you finish your own drink in hand. It’s your third bottle as you start to nurse it, stumbling towards the couch completely forgetting Eunchan is there, groaning as you kick off your heels onto the floor, taking another drink from the bottle and mindlessly turning to look next to you.
“Ugh, why are you here?” You question Eunchan who stares at you dumbfounded, motioning towards the huge crowd of people.
“Believe it or not we’re at a party literally everyone was invited.”
With a glare you shake your head while pointing at him.
“No I mean why are you here when you never come to parties. You’re kind of a goody two shoes, no?”
This time Eunchan rolls his eyes and smacks your hand away, not listening to you as you whine, telling you to stop asking questions whilst drunk. Despite failing, you try to convince him you’re not drunk, shakily standing up which fails as you stumble back onto the couch, a rush of nausea washing over you. This makes you spring up much in Eunchan’s surprise, shoving your drink into his hand as you dart up the stairs to the bathroom, slamming the door behind you barely making it to the toilet; throwing up. It’s nearly five minutes of consecutive throwing up before there’s a gentle knock against the bathroom door, managing a croaked “what,” Eunchan cracking the door open to ask if you’re alright. Before you can properly answer his concerns you throw up again, his hand rubbing comforting circles against your back as you empty your stomach contents. He tells you to wait here, you joking that you didn’t plan on leaving with puke all over your top, him returning with a bottle of water and his sweatshirt hanging over his arm.
“Go ahead and change into this and i’ll take you home, don’t worry about it.” Eunchan closes the door behind himself, telling people to go to the other bathroom as you change, embarrassed by the fact your rival was on the other side of the door helping you. Hyping yourself up in the mirror to open the bathroom door, you crack it open to not hit him, thanking him for helping you, embarrassment making your body red hot. He tells you not to worry about it, apologizing for throwing your drink away as he hands you an empty thank you bag. Quickly throwing your dirtied top into it you follow behind him to his car, stopping at the passenger side door.
“I didn’t drink.” Eunchan said as he steps into his car, you nodded while getting in yourself, securing your seatbelt. Maybe it was the drinks you had or the fact you were in Eunchan’s car in his sweatshirt that had you quiet and strangely nervous. You don’t really remember getting to his apartment, him helping you out and up to the front door. Sleep was pricking both your brain and eyes, letting Eunchan guide you into the apartment, falling against the couch whining when he tells you to get up that the couch wasn’t going to be comfortable enough for you. He helps you take off your shoes, picking you up from the couch and jokingly calling you annoying as he gets you to his bedroom, laying you in bed and covering you with the blanket. You complain your jeans were uncomfortable going to take them off, Eunchan quickly bidding you goodnight before darting out of the bedroom and back to the living room. He groans as he stretches across the couch, laughing to himself in disbelief as he tucks a pillow under his head, covering himself with the throw blanket.
The beam of sunlight directly attacking your eyes wakes you up, sitting up slowly cradling your forehead pained from the hangover. Finally gaining enough strength to open your eyes, you collect your surroundings realizing you didn’t recognize the place. It definitely wasn’t your dorm, or a dorm room at all, reaching over to check the time on your phone. It was midafternoon, throwing off the blanket and looking down at the sweater, the faint memories of last night flooding in all at once making your eyes widen. Oh my god. Scrambling to find your things and take off the sweater (to which you threw back on realizing you only had your bra on and your top nowhere in sight) you crack the bedroom door open to ensure the coast was clear, darting to what you assumed was the front door, knocking into Eunchan as he stepped inside.
“Running out already?” He joked while stepping around your frozen body, placing a drink carrier with coffees and a small box of donuts onto the coffee table. Guilt (definitely not the aroma of fresh hot coffee and presumably freshly baked donuts) made you turn back around and sit onto the couch, shaking your head embarrassed.
“Thank you for helping me last night, I’m sorry you had to witness that.”
Eunchan looks at you with a smile as he chuckles, passing you a coffee, quickly thanking him as he lets you choose a donut first.
“It wasn’t any problem. I couldn’t see leaving you alone to fend for yourself when I -“ he cuts himself off clearing his throat throwing you an awkward smile. “It just wouldn’t be good of me to leave you drunk and throwing up alone.” You raise an eyebrow at his sudden shyness, letting it slide as you were too embarrassed yourself to bring up the details of last night.
“Do you need a ride back to your dorm? I tried to wait for your roommate but she either fell back asleep or took too long, I didn’t want to keep making you wait in the cold.”
“I can always take a bus, thank you and again, I’m sorry for making you take care of me in my drunken state.”
Eunchan’s hand freezes, his coffee cup against his lips as he stares at you blankly. He sets the cup down against his coaster while shaking his head.
“There’s genuinely no reason for you to be sorry. I offered my help and it wasn’t like it put me out any. I don’t help just anyone. Buses will be packed since it’s nearly ten so let me take you to the dorms at least.” Eunchan takes a bite from his donut as you sit there staring at him in curiosity. Doesn’t help just anyone, huh? You thought to yourself as you finished off your donut, resting back against the couch in silence as he finished his breakfast. You figured there wasn’t any reason to argue with him as you sort of enjoyed the extra care. Looking down at the sweater you remember your top from last night, asking Eunchan if he knew what you’ve done with it, him getting up from the couch leaving the living room and coming back with your top now cleaned.
“Sorry, I didn’t want it to sit in the throw up so when I got you in bed I went ahead and cleaned it so it didn’t stain.”
You stare at him in awe, thanking him as you take it from his hands, excusing yourself as you go to the bathroom to change shirts. You liked the bagginess of his sweater already missing the soft fabric against your arms as you throw on your top, gently folding the sweater and placing it onto the hamper feeling weird about just tossing it in there mindlessly. Returning to the living room you help him clean up the remnants of breakfast, thanking him again for the hospitality as you two walk to his car. He jokes that you say thank you too much for the bare minimum which made you wonder what he considered as spoiling someone. You spaced out majority of the ride to the dorms, a bit preoccupied with the last twenty four hours that have been the most eventful you’ve had in a long while, thanking him again for bringing you back, tucking money into his cup holder and leaving before he can refuse it. Waving at him you press your student ID against the scanner, heading up to your dorm to hopefully spend your Saturday alone in the dorm until your roommate got home from work later tonight.
Monday you spend the day being grilled by Taerae who is very curious about what happened and why he heard from a friend of a friend that you left and got dropped off the next day from Eunchan. You tell him it’s not what it sounded like and he helped you after you got sick and your roommate didn’t get up to let you in, Eunchan not wanting you to be left out alone drunk. Taerae calls you messy and teases you for not taking it as an opportunity to flirt with him, you kicking him under the table for suggesting it. Turning the tables on him you tease him for bringing you to the universities’ café just so he could watch the barista, Hanbin, work. He calls you stupid but the blush across his face simply confirms what you already knew, proud of yourself for winning a few moments of no teasing. The bells of the café doors opening catches your attention, looking up and instantly back down as you catch sight of Eunchan, barely whispering when you tell Taerae to stop staring at him. Taerae smirks at you as he stands up, walking towards Eunchan pretending to ask Hanbin for a straw, making small talk with Eunchan as he motions towards you. Eunchan turns to look at you, quickly looking out the window as embarrassment covers your face in a flush, cursing Taerae in your head for being a prick. Turning your head to take a peek, Eunchan is still looking at you, deciding to wave at him instead of being rude. He gives you a smile, thanking Hanbin for the coffee, leaving the two to talk as he walks up to you. Instinctively you start fixing your hair which makes you mentally scream at yourself for doing so, smiling at Eunchan who pulls out a chair and sits down next to you.
“How are you?” You ask, trying to not choke on your words, sipping on your coffee to keep your mouth busy. Eunchan smiles as he speaks seemingly amused with your actions.
“Well someone left money in my car and ran away before I could give it back so I figured why not get a coffee with it. So, thank you for the coffee before practice.”
You tell him it’s boring compared to what he did for you, peeking over Eunchan’s shoulder glaring at Taerae who winks at you. Eunchan follows your gaze and apologizes for interrupting your date going to stand up. Not entirely thinking you grab his hand, dropping it in shock as you inform him that Taerae is only a friend, apologizing for grabbing his hand suddenly. With a smile Eunchan nods and says “noted,” stopping to tell you he didn’t mind his hand being held as he leaves the café.
The next few weeks you and Eunchan get closer. You can’t exactly place when and how it came to be but you’d meet up by the front doors, walking towards the café to grab coffees before class. Sometimes he’d text you to sleep in, saying he’ll just pick you up coffee, those days you were thankful.
“Are you and Eunchan dating?”
The question makes you choke on your food, wiping your lips as you rapidly shake your head at Taerae.
“We are definitely not dating, oh my god. What would make you think that?” You asked in between coughs and sips of iced coffee. He shrugs, taking a sip of his coffee before answering you finally.
“Well, you two have become extremely close after the party it seems. Everyone assumed you two liked each other hence the bickering but now you two are still bickering but very-“ Taerae pauses to think of what to say, clicking his tongue against his teeth. “- Close and the blushing is off putting.”
You groan, dropping your head against the table. Taerae laughs at you rubbing your back as he tells you it’s ok that you’ve decided to join the enemies to lovers trope; this earns him a jab to the ribs. The bell rings and you throw your trash away, walking out of the cafeteria and running into Eunchan who’s waiting for you across the doors, leaning back against the lockers. What Taerae said makes you blush, groaning in your head when Taerae tells you to have fun, running off to his next class with his other group of friends. Eunchan smiles at you, pushing himself off the lockers and towards you, asking if you enjoyed your lunch. You smile back and say yes, returning the courtesy by asking him if he enjoyed his lunch. He teases you for being unoriginal and says he didn’t have time since he was practicing, you stop in your tracks and glare at him, turning back around on your heel. He calls for you asking where you were going, you ignore his questions and grab him a banana milk, yogurt cup with fruit, and bread, paying for the snacks and shoving the bag into his hands. Eunchan whines telling you that he was fine, you continue to ignore him telling him that you’ll talk to him once he eats. This leads to the two of you sitting in his car, you in the passenger seat facing him with your arms crossed as you watch him eat. Eunchan peeks over at you and chuckles, blushing on his cheeks as he looks through the driver's side window.
“It’s hard to comfortably eat when you’re staring at me so hard, you know? I’m going to get indigestion from you.”
You tell him to stop being dramatic, playfully smacking his arm as you adjust in your seat to sit forward, sipping on your drink and scrolling through your phone while he finishes. Once he finishes (yes you made sure to check) you tell him he did a great job, ruffling his hair and telling him he’s regained your talking privileges. He stares at you with wide eyes, telling you that you’re a dork, his face so red you panicked he was going to burn up. Denying he was blushing you lean over the center console, poking his right cheek and saying he was definitely blushing, he quickly turns to face you which makes you in turn blush now, his face dangerously close to yours. Panicking, you lean back towards your seat and take a long swig of your iced coffee, changing the subject to ask if he had any plans. Eunchan shakes his head asking if you had anything to which you also shake your head. You two sit in silence for a moment before Eunchan asks if you’d like to hang out. Deciding you had nothing better to do, you nod, him smiling and starting the car.
The drive is silent mostly besides the occasional small talk and music. It’s peaceful and you realized your time spent with Eunchan is peaceful, you don’t think too much or worry around him. Pulling up to a convenience store, Eunchan hands you his card and tells you to pick out whatever you want snack wise. You come back out with two bags in each hand, Eunchan laughing asking if you got him anything to which you sarcastically shake your head telling him no. The remainder of the ride you two spend it screaming music, pulling up to a hiking trail, your eyes wide with wonder as you gaze around the scenery. Eunchan parks and tells you to let him carry the bags, stepping out to open the trunk, pulling out a blanket, locking the door when you step out. You go to try and help carry something but he denied you of doing so saying it was his job, shaking your head playfully at his ways. The hike isn’t very long thankfully, making it into the clearing, the sight of flowers spotting the grass makes you gasp in awe, following closely behind Eunchan. He guides you to a more open spot, laying the picnic blanket down and letting you lay down on it, resting down right beside you. The sun wasn’t bright thankfully due to the trees blocking it only allowing very subtle dim rays hit against your legs. For a while the two of you talk about everything and anything that comes to mind, laughing in between bites of fruit and sips of water, you don’t realize how close you two got, shyly blushing when the conversation fizzles out into quietness.
Eunchan tilts his head to the side, his eyes sparkling under the bright moon, making his already handsome features softer and angelic like. A blush creeps up your neck and settles down onto your face, the very little space between the two of you making your heart race, pounding against your chest.
“I know we’re supposed to be rivals, that’s what everyone expects now but I really want to kiss you.”
Eunchan’s words make your heart explode, your mouth opening to respond but nothing comes out, him growing embarrassed and getting up to leave you grab his hand, shaking your head. He raises his eyebrow in confusion, leaning back down letting you try to regain your composure, collecting your face into his hand.
“May I kiss you?”
With these last few weeks of you two becoming closer with each other, you couldn’t have ever predicted to be in this situation with him but you didn’t regret that drunken night anymore, not one bit. You nod, allowing him to guide you closer by the hand on your hip, closing your eyes when your lips touch. Your lips work simultaneously with his, the taste of his chapstick making you shiver, leaning closer as he moves the hand to your lower back lessening the distance between you two. Eunchan pulling your bottom lip in between his teeth makes you gasp, giving him room to slide his tongue alongside yours for a brief moment. The kiss was intoxicating, making your brain fuzzy as you climbed onto his lap, your hands wrapped around his neck to keep him close. If it was possible to get even closer you’d take that opportunity, huffing in annoyance not feeling close enough. Eunchan stops, pulling away, staring at you with concern.
“You ok? I didn’t mean to go too fast.” He said while going to help you off his lap. This takes you by surprise, holding yourself in place by tensing your thighs giving him a playful glare as if daring him to move you again. He chuckles calling you cute, cupping your jaw as he places a few more kisses against your lips. You whine that he feels too distanced burying your face into his chest trying to desperately satisfy the need to be impossibly close to Eunchan.
He lays back against the blanket, his hands naturally guiding to hold your thighs, smiling up at you making you blush looking away from him. Eunchan playfully pinches your thigh telling you to look at him, you are overwhelmed with so many feelings, squirming in his lap from his pinches and pokes. Your body freezes when Eunchan chokes out for you to stop moving in between a moan, his grip on your thighs firm keeping you still against his lap. Apologizing for making him uncomfortable he shakes his head, reassuring you that it wasn’t your fault, but his because he’s holding back the best he can. This intrigued you, pressing your weight back down onto his lap, subtly moving your hips against it. Eunchan’s grip tightens as he warns you that he’s going to lose all his will to hold back on his desires. Leaning down, you press a kiss against his ear, asking him why he’s trying so hard to hold back when even his body is begging for something else. He brings your face back to his, catching you into a heated kiss, his hands touching, exploring your body over your clothes. The slowness in pace annoys you, whining that you wanted to feel him, leaning up to pull off your cardigan leaving you in your skirt and cami. Cursing under his breath, Eunchan pulls you down to kiss against your now exposed collarbones, nipping at the skin leaving nice sized marks behind. You beg him to touch you, earning a bite against the soft part under your jaw, breath hitching in your throat as Eunchan slips his hand under your skirt. Mentally thanking yourself for wearing such as he growls in annoyance over your tights covering your skin, he tears the fabric without second thought making the wetness between your legs worsen.
“Eunchan.” You breathlessly moan into his chest as he continues to tear the fabric out of his way, stopping once satisfied. His fingers brush over the lacey fabric of your thong causing you to shiver, blushing over him teasing you for having such lewd panties on. You rebuttal saying you were hoping to have them in full view for him, this backfired as he accuses you of having such dirty thoughts. The two of you bicker back and forth before he shuts you up with his fingers pulling the fabric to the side, fingers brushing up against your folds. You bite your lip in between your teeth as he rubs you slowly seeing what makes you tick and beg for. The teasing only continues as he works his fingers slowly rubbing your clit making you whine against his chest, easing your ass up in hopes of getting more. His fingers pinching and rolling your clit in between them makes you shake, pretty cries being milked out of you, squeezing around him as he slips a single finger into you.
“Please, fuck,” You moan loudly against Eunchan while he manages to slip a second finger alongside the first, pumping them at a pace threatening to have you cum. You fumble to get a hand under his pants, struggling with the various buttons pleading for him to give you more than just his fingers. He calls you impatient which you don’t disagree with, giggling as he lays you down on your back, kicking off his pants making you drool as he takes off his boxers. You tell him to make sure to pull out, raising your hips as he takes off your panties and the ripped remains of your tights. The way Eunchan is looking at you makes you wetter, eyes rolling back as he rubs himself against your folds and clit. Neediness fills your entire being as you beg him to fuck you, telling him that you couldn’t wait any longer with a pout. Eunchan smirks at you but is quick to please, gently pressing into you, reminding you to relax as you clench around his size not expecting the stretch. His girth makes you roll your eyes back into your skull as he begins to change his pace into something steady. Soon you're holding hands as he thrusts into you eagerly, reducing you to nothing but moans and cries, the other hand flat on your lower abdomen urging you to cum. A slight change in position makes you shudder, Eunchan abusing your sweet spot until you’re cumming around him, mind going completely blank. With your lower half risen to meet flush with his pelvis, your pussy swollen and overstimulated.
“Please, Eunchan, please.” You whisper from behind your arms, covering your expressions as you moan feeling him twitch inside you signaling he was close to his own orgasm. Crying into his shoulder when he leans down, chasing his high making your inner thighs bright red and sore from how quick he was being. He pulls out, cumming onto the very edge of the blanket where the grass meets the fabric, cursing with each stroke. You whine as he leans back over to place a kiss against your lips, not allowing him to leave until you are satisfied. He asks if you’re ok, nodding in response asking him to grab your purse. Eunchan hands it to you, offering to help as you pull out a small pack of baby wipes, humming in stimulation as he gently cleans you up. Reality doesn’t set in until the car is packed up and you’re driving away, blushing thinking about how you just had sex with Eunchan, let alone outside. It’s quickly changed to a proud smirk as you thank Eunchan for the lovely evening, his face turning pink as he says it was his pleasure.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?” You questioned looking at him with a smile as he pulled up to your dorm building. He nods and offers to pick you up in the morning for classes, happily agreeing with thanking him once more for earlier plans. Wishing him to get home safely, you lean forward to give him a quick kiss, bidding him goodnight as you leave to head inside.
Tomorrow is exactly what you were exactly expecting it to be, everyone staring as you two walk into the university hand in hand, sporting very visible hickies walking to your first class together. Taerae spots you first, his mouth dropping as he sees you linked with Eunchan, you sitting down next to him allowing him to gawk at you trying to process it.
“What the hell? You-,” he takes a quick pause before continuing. “And Eunchan - - when did this happen? Am I dreaming?”
Giving him a pinch against his thigh he jumps, rubbing the pain away as he mutters about you not knowing what a joke was. Not giving him another chance to fall into a rambling mess of questions, you go into detail about the course of events that led to this (of course not mentioning your activities at the picnic.) Which Taerae clocks instantly pointing at the display of hickies adorned down your neck and collarbones.
“And those, don’t tell me that you burned yourself with a curling iron.”
You feign ignorance asking what he meant, Taerae smacking you against the neck making you yelp and hit him back. Eunchan turns around in his seat, looking at you rubbing your neck then towards Taerae.
“I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t slap my girlfriend’s neck right now, if you can’t tell I already bruised her enough.”
Eunchan smiles smugly as he turns back around, Taerae gagging and telling the both of you to go perish away together. However you sit there frozen in your body, the same word repeating itself in your head like a montra.
Girlfriend.
Girlfriend…
Girlfriend?!
You chew on your thumbnail, staring holes into the back of Eunchan’s head. He never properly asked you out yet but he called you his girlfriend, so was it an automatic thing? Did he mean it or was it something casual that he slipped out by accident? The uncertainty of it was driving you mad, taking out your phone and sending him a text.
Meet me by the library door after this?
Watching as he fished out his phone from his jacket, your stomach bursts in nervousness from his response.
Sure.
The class ends, letting Taerae you were heading out first, ignoring the confused look on his face as he peers over your shoulder at Eunchan. Beelining to the library doors, you collect your courage mumbling to yourself to try and get your thoughts together to not shut down once in his presence.
“How is the conversation going?”
Hearing Eunchan’s voice causes you to jump startled out of your thoughts, turning around with an embarrassed smile on your face.
“Uh, good, I guess.” You drag out the sentence, nervously rocking on the balls of your feet, Eunchan having to bring your attention back to him.
“What did you need?”
The precious nervousness bubbles up in the pit of your stomach, your cheeks aflame trying to make the words escape from your mouth, stumbling on your words.
“What did you mean earlier when you said that I was, you know, your girlfriend?”
“What else would I mean?”
You pause, a subtle frown forming on your lips.
“You never asked me out, I wasn’t aware that we were exclusive.”
“Do you not want to be?” You can hear the slight hurt in Eunchan’s words quickly reassuring him that wasn’t what you were trying to say. Explaining how it took you by surprise due to the fact neither of you had made clear of your stance on the relationship and if it was serious or a fling stemmed from a new friends with benefits outlook. There’s a disappointed expression on his face which makes you feel guilty, reaching up to cup his face the best you could due to his height, speaking to him slowly yet gently as one could.
“Will you be my official boyfriend?”
“Always.” Eunchan responds, bending down so that he can place lips against yours, his hand cupping the back of your neck sending electricity down your spine and throughout your veins. His cologne welcomes you warmly, doing your best to bring him closer by yanking on the sleeves of his jacket, your lips working in perfect unison, humming contently while his fingers tag the hairs on the back of your neck.
The moment is cut short when you hear an exaggerated gagging noise, breaking away from Eunchan and peering around him seeing Taerae standing there hand in hand with Hanbin.
“You two are so gross, spare our eyes, please we beg.”
Flipping him off, you look up at Eunchan flashing him a smile before taking his hand and walking up to Taerae.
“One to talk when you got your fingers interlocked. I give it not even a few hours and you’ll be in the stairwells kissing away.”
Making dramatic kissing noises at him, Taerae whined that you're annoying, laughing as Eunchan tugs you towards his side, telling you to be nice. Taerae thanked Eunchan for quote on quote, “finally making a smart and intelligent proposal.” He laughs at Taerae’s comments, saying he’ll take it as a personal win for himself, the four of you walking out to the parking lot to head home. You stop on the passenger side of Eunchan’s car, smiling at him.
“What are you thinking?” Eunchan asked, eyeing the playful expression on your face.
“Can I come over?”
With an amsused smirk, Eunchan unlocks the doors for you, nodding.
“You never have to ask, beautiful.”
The drive to his place is quiet, not uncomfortable, but the sort of silence that brings you a sense of peace. Eunchan’s thumb brushing your hand in a gentle rhythm that puts you at ease, nodding subtly to his music.
Pulling into the parking lot, you undo your seatbelt before lifting yourself up using the center console as a boost to plant a surprise kiss against his cheek. He sits there surprised but quickly shifts to excitement, climbing out of the car after you. Reaching the front door, he snaked his free arm around your waist, unlocking the door and pushing it open to let you go in first, shutting it close behind him. No words were spoken as you spun around on your heel, pushing yourself up onto your tiptoes to kiss Eunchan. Placing his hands on either side of your hips, he pulls you closer, deepening the kiss as if not being close enough to you would harm him. The kiss itself is deep, passionate, and full of need from the both of you. Eunchan hummed deep in his throat, clearly obsessed with how small you were in comparison to him.
You trail your hand to cup him through his sweats, earning a nearly inaudible sigh from Eunchan who pulls away to look down at your hand then back up at your eyes. Taking it as a sign to continue, you do exactly that, palming him not yet breaking past the fabric of his sweats nor his boxers. His mouth hung open ever so slightly while his eyes fought to stay open, tipping his head back when you finally dipped your hand past the band of his clothes and touched his bare skin. The way your hand was working his leaking dick made his legs unstable, holding himself upright by leaning against the back of the couch.
“Fuck, baby, want to fuck you.”
Eunchan’s voice was low and raspy by now, pleasure coursing through him that he was sure he’d cum soon if he didn't stop you. With a playful whine, you grab his hand and guide him around the couch before sitting down, climbing onto his lap with ease. Instinctively placing his hands back onto your hips, he initiates the kiss, back to where you were just moments prior. Kissing Eunchan was exhilarating, his soft plump lips sending sparks throughout your body that made you crave more with each kiss. Feeling his erection grow under your ass, you lift yourself up by your knees, leaning down to whisper into his ear.
“Please, fuck me.”
It’s nearly automatic in the way Eunchan latches himself onto you, kissing and biting any exposed skin he could get his lips to. His large hands worked their way to bunch up your skirt to expose your panties (which didn’t stay on longer than a few seconds after he admired them).
“Channie,” you moaned as he rub his fingertips against your aroused clit, biting down onto your bottom lip internally begging for him to fuck you already; growing impatient from his teasing. Eunchan smiles smugly, loving the way you respond expressively to him, having you hover over his lap just long enough to pull both his sweats and boxers down. Staring at his dick you whip your head back up to meet his eyes then back down.
How the fuck did you fit that in you last time, you pondered.
Eunchan is quick to notice the uncertainty on your face, bringing you down to kiss your face whilst returning his hand to rub your pussy.
“You can take it, baby, you’ve done it before.”
Embarrassment brought a blush to your face but his words made you wetter, whimpering from his fingers dipping into and back out of your pussy. Carefully working you to ensure not to hurt you, he waits for you to ask for more before rubbing the head of his dick against your hole, gasping loudly as you sink down onto it. He firmly (and lovingly) tells you to slow down to not hurt yourself, your tiny cries being lost into the fabric of his shirt as you buried your face into him. The slight discomfort grows into pleasure as you begin to move your hips, Eunchan aiding you by lifting you up then slowly pulling you back down to meet flush with his thighs. He takes his time which allows for you to relax and fall into a rhythm with him, your head tilting to the side as you ride him.
Eunchan groans as your moves become needier, bouncing on his lap causing your skin to redden from the impact.
“Feel so good, baby, fuck.” He grabs a handful of your ass in each hand, kneading it between his fingers repeating the process over until your ass was red and stung to any degree of touching.
Your legs were beginning to grow tired, sweetly begging Eunchan for help, clenching around him knowing he’d fold instantly. Which unsurprisingly enough, works perfectly in your favor. Eunchan’s thrusts are deep but still considerably gentle, his face now buried into the crook of your neck. His breath fanned across your skin in between wet kisses and bites, your brain growing fuzzy from the sensitivity of your skin there. Each other's moans filled out the space of the living room, babbling between broken moans how amazing he felt or how badly you wanted to cum. Your growing need to cum was getting dangerous, Eunchan pushing down on your stomach whilst whispering into your ear, his teeth nipping at your earlobe in betweenst words. He was toying with you and enjoying every second of it shamelessly. The red hot knot growing tight in your abdomen threatened to unravel at any given moment now, moaning you were so close, hugging Eunchan tightly.
“Cum for me, baby, such a good girl.”
Eunchan quickens his thrusts, growing sloppier and uncoordinated as his own orgasm begins to unravel itself, thighs spasming as he cums in you. You cry into his chest, reaching your breaking point cumming onto his dick, shaking uncontrollably as you slump into him. Desperately trying to gulp any oxygen to your lungs, you clench around him feeling the mess you both contributed spill onto his lap. Eunchan carefully maneuvers you so he can pull out gaining shaky moans from you as he drags across your sensitive pussy, sitting back onto his lap absolutely spent.
Brushing the hair out of your face, Eunchan plants several kisses across your face, ignoring the sweat across your brows.
“You’re so beautiful.” His voice is deep as well as soft, a little blush forming on your cheeks due to his concentration on you.
“Shut up.”
“Yeah, that’s all you got to say, hm?”
Eunchan wraps you in a hug, kissing you all over your face, making you laugh and failing repeatedly trying to push Eunchan to climb off his lap and get away. It’s no use as his grip is secured, slumping back comfortably into his chest, playfully smacking your head against his chest. Placing his hand onto your forehead he lifts you to sit up, fixing your hair once more with a shake of his head.
“You’re something else.”
“Jeez thanks, I love you too.”
“Oh, you love me?” Eunchan smiles, his eyes cutely scrunched up making your heart jump from the cuteness.
“Of course I love you, my gosh.” You feign a pout, Eunchan pulling you up into yet another kiss, combing his fingers through your hair.
“Stop pouting, I love you so much.”
“Mm, good.”
Smiling brightly at his words, you let yourself get wrapped up into a heated make out session, tipping your head back as he pushed himself back into you.
Your heart exploded, it was amazing having the greatest boyfriend you could ever possibly wish for.
Enemies to lovers, what a silly yet beautiful trope.
Faragonda x Hagen, Tecna x Timmy, Valkyrie x Flora and Valtor x harpy! Griffin (Can I do that? I am doing it anyway. XD)
Faragonda x Hagen:
Who is a night owl: Neither. Both end up falling asleep fairly early enough. (When not doing other 'things' ;) )
Who is a morning person: Faragonda. She often wakes before Hagen and tends to fix up breakfast for them.
Are they cuddlers: Absolutely. Hagen wasn't much of one before Faragonda, but now? He welcomes the fairy curling into him and kissing his cheek.
Who is the big spoon and who is the little spoon: Hagen is typically the big spoon. Faragonda loves their size difference and loves the feeling of being engulfed and held by Hagen, knowing there's no way anything can get to her.
What is their favorite sleeping position: Spooning or back to back. And on bad nights? They love for Faragonda to lay her head on his chest and he rubs her back.
Who steals all the blankets: Faragonda. She tends to get cold and just wraps into a cocoon. Hagen is honestly impressed with how she manages to yank them away from him.
What they wear to bed: Faragonda has a nightgown she loves. Slender and thing strapped. Pastel.
Hagen tends to wear his shirts and pants to bed, exhausted. On occasion, he manages to strip down for bed. Pajama bottoms and shirtless.
Who likes seeing the other wearing their t-shirt: Hagen absolutely loves seeing Faragonda in his shirts. (He can't wear her clothes. She's... A bit small.)
Who falls asleep mid-conversation: Hagen. He can't help it. Faragonda understands though, and tends to cover him up.
Who wakes up in the middle of the night with nightmares: Both. Especially with the war going on around it. They just hold each other and try to calm the other down by talking. Just about anything and everything.
Who accidentally punched the other in their sleep: Faragonda. It was a particularly horrible nightmare and she felt she was pinned and about to be dewinged.
Who can't keep their hands to themselves: Hagen. He wasn't touchy-feely until Faragonda, but now that he has her? He wants her up close and in his arms at all times. Faragonda doesn't mind, she loves it.
Tecna x Timmy:
Who is a night owl: Both. If they have their projects that needs to be worked on, they won't let a little thing like sleep get between them.
Who is a morning person: Morning people? Do you mean mid-afternoon? Because if they don't have classes or missions, they will sleep until like 3:00 pm.
Are they cuddlers: Not exactly. Sometimes they cuddle. Sometimes they don't. It depends on the day.
Who is the big spoon and who is the little spoon: Tecna tends to be the big spoon surprisingly. She loves holding Timmy and making sure he's still there. And Timmy feels so secure in her arms.
What is their favorite sleeping position: Back to back. They don't have to be cuddled to know the other loves each other.
Who steals all the blankets: Both. They're from Zenith and while the cold doesn't bother them quite like it does others, they're super used to cocooning their blankets around themselves.
What they wear to bed: Tecna wears shorts and t-shirts and Timmy tends to wear a tank top and pajama bottoms.
Who likes seeing the other wearing their t-shirt: Tecna steals Timmy's hoodies. Timmy feigns being annoyed about it, but he secretly loves seeing her in them.
Who falls asleep mid-conversation: Both. It's not that they don't care about the other. Its just they both work on their projects until they basically pass out together.
Who wakes up in the middle of the night with nightmares: Tecna, especially after Omega. Timmy holds her and tries his best to get her laughing to ease her terror.
Who accidentally punched the other in their sleep: Tecna punched Timmy. She felt horrible about it, but he doesn't mind. He tries to reassure her he's okay and kisses her cheek.
Who can't keep their hands to themselves: Timmy. He feels better knowing Tecna is at his fingertips. Especially after Omega.
Flora x Valkyrie:
Who is the night owl: Valkyrie. Flora has to drag her to bed because like her mother, Valkyrie enjoys reading and studying at night. Sometimes Flora just has to whisper a little "promise" and Valkyrie is in bed before her.
Who is the morning person: Flora. She never gets up though, not until Valkyrie wakes up. (It's not that the witch panics or anything, but she doesn't like waking up alone.)
Are they cuddlers: Yes. Very much so. Flora and Valkyrie love to cuddle.
Who is the big spoon and who is the little spoon: Valkyrie and Flora switch. Usually Valkyrie is the big spoon, holding Flora and just feel her under her hands. Sometimes Flora holds Valkyrie and murmurs how sweet the witch is.
What is their favorite sleeping position: Usually they prefer for Flora to lay on Valkyrie's chest to hear her heartbeat. Or spoon. Or Valkyrie laying on Flora's chest, listening to her breathe and her heart beat.
Who steals the blankets: Neither. Valkyrie is a fucking heater, she's always hot under her skin. And Flora is warm enough laying by Valkyrie.
What they wear to bed: Valkyrie wears shorts and her bra. She burns hot. Flora tends to wear a little pink nightie or pastel pink teddy and boy short.
Who likes seeing the other wearing their t-shirt: Valkyrie is a little smaller than Flora, but she loves when the fairy wears her jackets. And Flora absolutely fawns over Valkyrie if she sees the witch wearing a shirt of hers.
Who falls asleep mid-conversation: Neither. They try not to get that tired.
Who wakes up in the middle of the night with nightmares: Valkyrie. Hers have her screaming in the middle of the night. Flora wakes up when she feels Valkyrie warming up unnaturally and tries to calm her down with aromagic therapy and holding her tight. She kisses Valkyrie and tries to remind her that she's not Valtor or the Ancestral Witches, that she's not a monster.
Who accidentally punched the other in their sleep: Valkyrie has almost hit Flora before. Flora's vines caught her wrist and woke them both up. It was emotional and Valkyrie tried to convince Flora to leave. Flora held her tight and swore she was never leaving. No matter what.
Who can't keep their hands to themselves:
They're both handsy for different reasons. Valkyrie love holding Flora to remind her that she's not alone and that Flora loves her. Flora loves to hold Valkyrie to remind the witch that she's a good woman and that she deserves love and happiness.
Valtor x harpy!Griffin:
Who is the night owl: Neither. Griffin as a harpy feels tired during the night and Valtor is basically always sleepy.
Who is the morning person: Griffin. She rides with the sun, wings outstretched. (Valtor wakes up just to see her stretch with the sun. He finds it such a beautiful sight.)
Are they cuddlers: Absolutely. Griffin especially, with wings protectively closed around her and Valtor. Valtor loves holding her close and pressing kisses to her.
Who is the big spoon and who is the little spoon: Griffin prefers to be the big spoon, her wings covering them. Valtor is fine with it, enjoying the feeling of being warm and snug and loved.
What is their favorite sleeping position: Either being spooned or Griffin laying on Valtor's chest listening to his heart. She tends to coo in time with his heartbeating.
Who steals all the blankets: Neither. Valtor is a fucking heater and Griffin's wings are warm as hell.
What they wear to bed: (Besides nothing?) Griffin tends to steal Valtor's button-up shirt to sleep in, or a loose and short nightgown. Valtor tends to sleep in pajama bottoms or his suit. (He passes out, give him a break.)
Who likes seeing the other wearing their t-shirt: Neither really wears a t-shirt, but Valtor does feel many feelings when he sees Griffin in his shirts or jacket. (Feelings that tend to end with them in the bedroom.)
Who falls asleep mid-conversation: Neither. Valtor is good at letting her know he's tired and she's good at just asking if he's ready for bed.
Who wakes up in the middle of the night with nightmares: They both have. Griffin fears losing her wings again and Valtor just has painful memories and repressed emotions. They comfort one another, and Griffin tends to sing a lullaby to help relax them. (Harpies, like sirens, have lovely voices.)
Who accidentally punched the other in their sleep: Valtor almost hit Griffin. Almost. She felt him moving and managed to pin him first. She woke him up gently and played with his hair to try and soothe him.
Who can't keep their hands to themselves:
They're both pretty handsy. Valtor loves holding tight to Griffin and having her within kissing distance. Griffin enjoys feeling him around her and knowing he's right there.
Physical Traits you don't see: Malformed voicebox thus he can't speak. When he held the Corrupted Light, his body started 'cracking' like a clay vessel, with the center of his chest becoming a 'hole' for the Light to come out. Afterwards, it's all become scars, stab scar on his left shoulder during the Blood Banquet escape that he got from Minfillia
Sexuality: Homosexual
Personality: Calm, disciplined, a bit stoic, adventurous, protective, well-read, observant, considerate & cooperative, self-sacrificial, slightly suicidal,
Guardian: Halone, The Fury
Relationship: Dating Thancred (initially rocky, but now is pretty smooth)
Family: Gaius Baelsar (Father), Allie (Surviving sister) Millie, Rex, Ricon, Alphonse, (Deceased Siblings), Mini (A clone he adopted as his little brother), Melody (Adopted daughter from Tural)
Favorite Minion/Pet: Dress-up Thancred (That mammet has been Silent's mental lifeline and he is loathe to put him away)
Favorite Mount/Companion: Torgal the wolf-dog (PET THE PUPPY!)
Main Job/Class: Dragoon
Hobbies: Botany, poetry,
Saying: "I'm the storm that will tear you down."
History: Adopted son of Gaius Baelsar and the eldest of the lot, though doesn't consider himself that. Found as a feral child on the edges of Terncliff and then raised with Gaius's other children. It took Gaius the better part of a year and a half to finally get Silent to understand that he wasn't there to hurt him, thus he was able to grow up into a decent young man. Silent, however, soon came to believe, after an argument with Alphonse, that the only reason Gaius and them kept him was because they were the only ones that tolerated his existence. So he threw himself into his education and military training so he could join the military and make his family proud. When he became Tribune, he felt that he finally proved his worth to everyone. But then the battle at Carteneau happened. When Louisoux's spell went off, it whisked him away, sending him to the desert sands of Dalmasca, without memory of who he once was, who his family was or even where his home was. There, he was looked after by the people of Rabanastre, though he avoided the Imperials as best he could. Thus he became an errand runner for any resistance faction that was nearby. After five years in Rabanastre, something in him cried to go to where Gaius Baelsar was, so he went to Eorzea. Befriending Yda and Papalymo, he came to assist in a few of their missions before being offered to join the Scions. He also met Renata a few times before joining. And thus was his path written in chaos and bloodshed.
