#''quick recap''. sigh

[blaiddraws]

Is there a summary of the fulcrum au?

undoubtedly but i don't feel like looking for it so. quick recap!

twin dragons au -- ingo is Zekrom and emmet is Reshiram. the way it works in this is that they can be Either human Or dragon but not physically both at the same time. zero dragon traits in human form, etc.

which is why it's Really Freaking Weird And Alarming when emmet finds himself half-reshiram'd one day. (especially once he later realizes ingo is missing--)

anyway. ingo gets eeby deebied and something about the trip to hisui smushes his human and pokemon form together. and since he and emmet/reshiram are so closely connected it kinda. pushed back to him as well.

various side notes under the cut;

- ingo arrives in hisui with no memories, but does have a somewhat easier time regaining them, especially once akari shows up and helps him

- dad ingo. adopts akari. we love to see it

- he also isn't technically a warden but the pearl clan lets him do what he wants. they treat him like a person, for the most part, but not really like a Human, if that makes sense. he's treated normally but there's always a strange tone to most of his interactions with the residents of hisui.

- pearl clan also decided he must be a gift from sinnoh. adaman saw this, decided ingo is a gift from HIS sinnoh and actually belongs with his own clan. ingo ignores this and hangs out in the highlands the majority of the time. but does spend a lot more time with the pearl clan because they're the ones that found him and took him in

- meanwhile. emmet stays out of public eye for a hot minute. and by that i mean a month or so. which isn't that surprising considering his brother disappeared. people figure he's just trying to cope.

- but. he's driving himself insane he can't stay away from the subway that long he has GOT to get back. or he will die. (he says this, dramatically, to elesa). and there's no leads on getting him back to normal.

- (technically, he could take a trip to sinnoh and call up arceus. but with ingo missing he feels that leaving the region would be a bad idea and totally irresponsible.)

- so he just. Shows Up At Work One Day. all half-reshiram'd. as if there is nothing wrong. depot agents, after a moment of baffled staring, have to just roll with it.

- the Public, however. dhkshsksbsksjd

- all he can say is that he has No Idea why he is Like This (true) and it happened when ingo disappeared (true). "But why do you look so much like Reshiram?" "you expect me to know the answer to that?? i'm a train conductor." (blatantly skirting around the truth without directly lying).

- eventually unova accepts that. yeah okay their subway boss is fluffy now. weirder things have happened tbh.

- surprisingly enough, the whole thing stays pretty well contained within unova, ESPECIALLY nimbasa. emmet is THEIR subway boss and he's Going Through It. he deserves to be treated well. etc.

- ANYEEWAYE. cut back to hisui. ingo adopts akari etc etc etc. she starts helping him regain his memory. and the more things he remembers, the easier it IS to remember.

- once akari finishes the pokedex, he remembers a significant amount of his human life. not quite enough to be Normal, but a fair amount. (he also remembers some stuff from being a legendary dragon, but a legendary dragon is a LOT more long-lived than a human. there's a Lot there to remember. and is a lot more... nebulous of a mind than a human's.)

- akari takes him with her when she goes to fight arceus. ingo has a little chat <3. arceus puts ingo and emmet back how they were before, because they cannot exist in the long-term with their forms smushed together like that.

- (Emmet wakes up one day human again, doom-brains himself into thinking ingo died despite how that would be impossible (considering zekrom is literal deity, the embodiment of the concept of ideals.). spends like two hours like that before elesa and drayden and iris have to knock some sense into him.)

- arceus. like. because Ingo asked nicely, arceus retcons (not Really retcons because it knew ingo would ask this when it did it. time is weird) kyurem into having a human form. caveats of this includes. kyurem doesn't Know or Remember that they're kyurem. they can't shift into kyurem. etc. because kyurem shouldn't be able to have a human form in the first place because of their. them-ness. their existence. makes it impossible. but arceus makes it possible because ~hadwavey seals their power away and uses its own to keep the human form intact idk~ Arceus-ness.

- ingo and akari spend the next few weeks tying things up and saying goodbyes before they go home. (ingo goes around saying his goodbyes and expressing his gratitude to people. COMPLETELY forgetting to mention the very important fact that he was that one dragon guy. he goes around to the same people a second time, significantly more mortified, and explains.) (akari was there most of the time and let it happen. it was hilarious.)

- ANYWAY eventually ingo and akari go home. happy reunions time!!!

- (and then, of course. we get into what is almost like the postgame plot equivalent of the au dkshksdhksjsjd. Who Is Kyurem?)

[whumpypepsigal]

i haven’t watched chicago fire in ages but started season 11 on a whim.

im liking this new character carver. a mysterious loner with a visible scar. my weakness is when the loner stoic character like carver go through a traumatic event and it affects them so deeply where they are forced to open up, reveal a traumatic past and the story behind their scar or other visible afflictions. my cup of tea…

[unorthodoxfaithxx]

Crybaby Yandere Boyfriend when he thinks you’re cheating, Part 2

Nsfw ; AFAB

Quick recap : Crybaby boyfriend has you in his clutches after he sees you with another man at the cafe. He confronts you about it and now you’re here. 

“I’m gonna fuck you ‘til you can’t think of anyone else.”

He quickly tugs your pants off, mouth watering at the sight of your beautiful thighs he loves to bite so much. 

“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous. Only for me. Only for me…” He mutters that last part to himself, entranced by the way your eyes seem to pierce through his soul. 

Laying on his stomach, he laps at your cunt like he’s was a man in the desert, and your body is his only oasis. You smell divine, and your own moans are rivaled by the volume of his. You arch your back, your boyfriend grunting as you move your hips closer to his face with your hands clutching his hair. 

When you finally reach that mind-breaking orgasm, he looks as you with puppy-eyes, kissing you on the lips with a, “See, aren’t I good? No one can take care of you like I can. He’ll never be able to make you cum like I do.” 

You begin to ask what who he’s referring to but he wants none of it. He silences you with a bite to your neck, whispering in your ear.

“Don’t,” He whines, “I don’t wanna hear you praising anyone else but me.”

You feel your lower part ache with need, and when you reach out to him with so much want and love in your eyes, you swear you see his eyes start to water again. 

You beg, and he can do nothing else than take care of his sweetheart. 

Panties taken off, he gently places a hand on your stomach. He slides his hard member into your entrance, and both of you gasp at the feeling. 

He picks up a ravenous pace in no time, leaving you to melt in a state of bliss as you hear him chant, “Please don’t leave me, don’t leave me, I love you, don’t..” with each hard thrust. 

He pushes your legs back to the point that your tits are squished between your legs, encroaching the deepest part of your being with intense passion. Your pussy throbs in pleasure, lewd squelching noises doing little to overshadow your cries. 

When he starts playing with your clit, the overstimulation nearly breaks you. You’re about to cum again when your loverboy abruptly stops, leaving you empty and craving so much more. 

He looks at you with a ferocity in his eyes. “Tell me I’m the only one for you and I’ll help you finish. Say that you’re mine.”

He starts back up again with an agonizingly slow pace, “Come on, say it!” He coaxes. You relent with ease, and the relief on his features is palpable, so clear that you can’t help but feel bad for making him feel so insecure. Of course you love him. You have no problem telling him that, watching with a loving smile as he grins down back at you, eyes glassy.

“Thank you,” he says, and immediately moves to devour you again, pumping hard into you while you wrap your legs around him. He meets your lips in a sloppy kiss, saliva trailing between the two of you as his tongue explores the crevices of the mouth he loves so much. You tangle your tongue with his and his cock twitches in excitement.

“Fuck it, I want to breed you so bad, cover that sweet pussy in my cum. I wanna fill you up so much. Please baby, please? Let me cum in you.”

With him begging like that, how can you say no? You know he’s close because he grips you tighter, breath stuttering. He looks so cutely pleased when you say yes, and his thrusts become rough and haggard. Warmth fills your core as you hear him cry out, whining against your neck with a bite as he releases into you. 

Despite being finished, he refuses to let you go, opting to pull you into his chest as he rests his head atop yours. He sighs contentedly. 

Minutes pass in peace when you get a text message from a certain someone. 

“Oh look,” you cry, “It’s my sister! She says she’s in town with her boyfriend.

You show him a picture. Much to his shock, she’s your TWIN, smiling with the man he was sure he saw you with earlier in the cafe that day.

If he had any more tears to cry, it’d be of embarrassment.

[rachalixie]

a/n: my tiktok feed has been full of the orange peel theory and i know minho would be the perfect research participant for it.

“i really want an orange,” you sigh, nuzzling a little further into where you were buried into minho. he hums in agreement, eyes flickering to you for a moment before trailing back to the tv. 

“we just got some tangerines from jeju,” he strokes a hand up your arm. “they’re on the counter.”

“yeah,” you pout up at him, leaning forward and trying to catch his eye but he keeps them trained on the screen. “but i don’t want to peel them.”

“then i guess you’re not getting an orange,” he snarks, a smile twitching at the corners of his lips when you huff and relax back into him. you grumble a bit and he ignores you, the only inclination of his attention being the hand he continues to stroke up and down your arm. 

a few moments later he shuffles out from under you, leaving you hunched into the place in the couch he was just occupying. you shoot him a glance that’s half curious and half accusatory, a bubble of hope building up in you. 

“just gotta use the bathroom,” he explains, and the bubble bursts. right. 

“hurry back,” you tell him, and you’re sure you look a bit ridiculous sprawled out like you are. 

“okay, boss,” he rolls his eyes, leaving the room swiftly, and for the first time tonight your attention is fully on the tv. he really doesn’t know how distracting he is, even when he’s not doing anything. 

he comes back just as the episode is ending, and you can tell that it’s going to end on a cliffhanger. you don’t look away from the screen as you recap him on what he’s missed, filling in the details that have led to the scene right now that has your heartbeat in a chokehold. 

you let him slot himself next to you again, lifting yourself up so he could slide under you and settling your head down into his lap, your gaze not wandering from the tv for a single second. it’s only when the episode finishes and the tv screen turns black with end credits that you notice it. 

the smell of fresh oranges. 

you might have explained it by the scent of the fruity hand soap he keeps stocked in your bathroom, but that one is lemon scented, not orange. a quick flick of your eyes upwards fills in the gap, and you’re shooting up from his lap with a blinding grin on your face so quickly that your head spins. 

“careful!” he warns, balancing the plate of freshly peeled orange slices in one hand as he steadies you with the other. 

“you peeled me oranges!” you can’t stop smiling as you ignore his reprimand. 

“yeah? you said you wanted some,” he furrows his brow, looking a bit confused, which is entirely unfair. he knows that he has tsundere tendencies. 

“you passed the orange peel theory test,” you gush at him, taking a slice into your hands and holding it like it was something precious. 

“i passed the what?” 

“i’m going to eat these oranges,” you continue as if he wasn’t talking, popping the slice in your mouth and groaning at the taste immediately. it’s so good. “and then i’m going to make out with you. for a long time.”

“well if this is the reward i’m going to get, i’ll peel you oranges every day.”

—

soft hours

[imaginecolby]

silent sufferer || c.b.

summary: when you sustain an injury while exploring with the boys, you keep it a secret, as to not distract from the investigation. requested by anonymous.

“how are you doin’?” colby asked as he sat down with you. you’d joined him and sam on an investigation, and the three of you were taking a quick break after he and sam ran through the history of the place you were at. you smiled at him and nodded.

“i’m okay.” you said softly. this was your first investigation with the boys, and you were quite nervous. but you put on a brave face, because past all the nerves, were were actually excited. this was something you’ve gotten to watch sam and colby do numerous times, and you were happy that colby invited you along. 

“good.” colby said, pressing a kiss to your temple. “don’t be afraid to speak up if you’re uncomfortable or anything. we can stop at any point.” he said, kissing you again. you nodded, before sam turned his attention to the two of you. 

“alright, are we ready?” he asked, and you and colby nodded in unison. 

as the investigation began, the three of you made your way through the location, capturing a good amount of evidence throughout your first walkthrough. 

you’d become a little on edge, but colby was constantly reminding you that he was there for you, and that you could stop at anytime if you were too scared.

but you pushed through. you really were having a good time. capturing the evidence in real time was something you could never fully explain in words. it was something so crazy, and so intense, it was really life changing.

you’d wandered off on your own after a while, separating ever so slightly from the boys, as you explored the area. you walked carefully, as there were holes and debris all over the floor, that you didn’t want to trip over. you stood quietly by yourself, completely open and allowing spirits to speak or let themselves be known. 

you were having a solo moment, listening for anything that may be present or had a message to share. you were so deep into yourself, that when the boys yelled in reaction to their music box going off, you were genuinely scared. you jumped, tripping over something in the hallway. you caught your fall just before your chin met the floor, but you felt a twinge of pain in your ankle. you brushed it off as you caught back up with sam and colby, listening listened as they recapped for the camera, and stuck together the rest of the night.

as you continued walking around, you could tell that you really messed up your ankle when you fell. you could feel yourself limping, but you tried your hardest to hide it as to not take away from the investigation.

as the night finished up, you helped the boys pack up their equipment, and you began to head back to the hotel. once you returned and made your way up to your room, you hopped in the shower and looked down at your ankle. 

“holy shit.” you sighed. your ankle was bruised all around your ankle. it was definitely worse than you thought. after your shower, you limped down the hall to get some ice. once you filled your bucket, and turned to head back to your room, you saw colby coming out of the sam’s room. as soon as he laid eyes on you, you crumbled under gaze, and suddenly felt like the worse person in the world for hiding your injury from him.

“are you limping?” he asked as you met at your room door.

“yeah.” you said softly. you went into your room, and colby followed close behind. you sat on the bed and lifted up your foot, showing off your ankle.

“y/n, what the hell? why didn’t you say anything?” colby asked. he placed your foot in his lap, placing the ice on your ankle.

“im sorry, i didn’t want to distract from the investigation or anything.” you pouted. colby let out a loud sigh and just shook his head.

“you know that wouldn’t have been a problem. safety comes first for all of us, you included.” he said. you sat there silently, watching colby as he stacked some pillows at the end of the bed to elevate your foot. he replaced the ice around your ankle. “do you think it’s broken?” he asked, and you shook your head.

“no. i can still put weight on it, and it’s not excruciatingly painful. i think it’s just this bruised because i fell.”

“you fell?” colby asked, almost in a scolding tone.

“i tripped. i don’t know what it was over, some debris or something. it was too dark and i couldn’t tell what it was.” you explained.

“y/n, you could've gotten seriously hurt.” he sighed.

“but i didn’t!” you joked. colby just stared at you, hurt in his eyes. you knew he worried about you, but you hated feeling like you’d disappointed him. “colby, really. im fine. its just some swelling. i already took some ibuprofen, and it’ll go down.” 

“i just hate feeling like i could've done something to prevent this.” he pouted.

“its okay. this was my own doing. you were working on your video, and i wandered off on my own. it doesn't matter how close we could've been watching each other, we risk getting hurt on every one of these trips.”

“i know, i know. and i know you don’t need me to, but i feel a responsibility to protect you. especially when im the one who invites you on these trips.”

“you don't have to feel bad. it’s not like you pushed me down the stairs or anything.” you laughed. colby huffed a laugh, staring down at your foot in his lap.

“you really fucked this up, didn’t you?” 

“so bad.’ you laughed again. “its actually kind of embarrassing.” you added. colby laughed again, and carefully moved your foot from his lap.

“can i get you anything else?” he asked, and you shook your head.

“im good. thank you, baby.” you said with a smile. he moved to the other side of the bed, climbing in to sit next to you. he draped his arm around your shoulders and you leaned into his side. you felt him press a kiss to the top of your head, and you channel surfed for a while before finding something to watch. you stopped on a random movie, which you barely remember watching before you fell asleep. 

you slept pretty uncomfortably that night, since you were trying to keep your leg still and elevated on the stack of pillows. the next morning was a travel day, as you and the boys were heading back to las vegas. you and colby were moving around your room as he was helping you get ready and pack your things.

“hows your ankle?” he asked.

“i can see that the swelling has already gone down, thankfully. still sore as hell, though.” you said, sliding into your shoes. 

“i still can’t believe you kept this from me.” he said, helping you from the bed and walking with you down the hall.

“well, you know about it now, so, ..” you trailed off. colby just laughed and shook his head. you met sam down in the lobby and made your way to the airport. the flight back wasn’t as bad as you anticipated it was going to be, as you ended up having the row to yourself and could put your foot up on the seats next to you. you slept on and off throughout the flight, and once you finally made it home, colby was insistent on coming with you so he could continue to take care of you. you knew better than to fight him on it, so you and him made your way back to your apartment.

you plopped down on the couch, colby setting up the living room with various snacks and drinks, and making sure you were comfortable. thankfully, after one more day, the swelling and bruising around your ankle finally went down and you were able to walk normally without limping. 

“thank you for taking care of me.” you said with a smile, colby packing up to head back home since you were doing better.

“you don’t have to thank me. that’s what im here for.” he said, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

“but im still thankful.” you said, kissing him again. “i love you.”

“i love you.” he repeated, followed by another kiss. you stood at your front door, watching as colby left, waving as he drove down your street and out of sight towards his home.

he really was too good to you. but you appreciated him more than you could ever put into words.

[homesick4la]

homesick — hamzahthefantastic

contains: fluff!!!!! also talks abt feeling anxious and stressed bc i am feeling anxious and stressed lol

summary: after a week long work trip, all you desire is the comfort of your boyfriend.

a/n: short n sweet fic but i might be working on a longer halloween themed one…maybe…heheheh..

you walk off the airplane. you’re exhausted from the busy week you spent working in los angeles.

as much as you loved that city, you were eager to leave it.

when you moved to toronto two years ago, you were nervous. you knew absolutely no one.

but you made great friends. and even got a boyfriend, hamzah.

you two met when you moved into his apartment building. you exchanged glances in the hallways and made small talk in the elevator until you eventually grew closer.

now you two had been together for over a year and moved into an apartment together.

he made toronto feel like home. and god you were homesick.

you walk out of the airport, instantly met by the crisp autumn air. you scan your eyes around, finding hamzah’s honda civic parked right where he promised. hamzah leans against the car, swiping away on his phone.

you approach the car eagerly. the second hamzah sees you, he rushes to grab your suitcase, pressing a quick kiss to your lips.

“hi beautiful, how was the flight?” he asks as he fits your bags into the trunk of the car.

“it was okay. i couldn’t really sleep. the woman next to me literally had her shoes and socks off- it was all i could focus on.”

a look of disgust washes over his face, “dogs fully out on the plane is crazy.” he laughs.

you two talk for the rest of the ride back home, giving each other a recap on your week apart.

once you arrive home, hamzah carries your bags up to the apartment. you unlock your front door, holding it open for him. he drops them to the floor and instantly, his hands go to your waist.

he snakes his arms around your back, lifting you up in the process. your arms wrap around the top of his shoulders.

your head fits in the crook of his neck like matching puzzle pieces. and the warmth of his skin on your face brings you an immense sense of relief.

all week you’ve been repressing your emotions. there’s been so much going on in your life- drama from family and work. you’ve just been too busy to address any of it.

but now, safe in your boyfriend’s arms, you felt all your emotions began to resurface.

you sigh into his embrace, feeling tears threatening to fall from the corner of your eyes.

“you okay?” he questions. his voice is soft and his tone is gentle.

that simple question makes you fall apart. you can’t help but cry on his shoulder.

“i missed you so bad.” you let out through your cries.

he sets you down on the ground, bringing his hands to your face and using his thumbs to gently wipe the tears from your eyes. his brows knit together worriedly.

“what’s wrong, baby?”

“just stressed with, everything.” you explain, “feels like i haven’t got a break lately.”

he walks you over to the couch in your living room. he grabs your waist, placing you on his lap.

“you can talk to me about it.” he says, running his hand up and down your back soothingly.

you nod and lay your head on his shoulder once again.

“everything feels so difficult- and i’ve been feeling so anxious all the time and i don’t know how to stop it.” you explain, worried that your emotional rambling made no sense.

hamzah wasn’t sure how he should respond. he was so nervous he might say the wrong thing.

“is there anything i can do?” he asks, sweeping your hair behind your ear with his fingers.

you shake your head, “this is good.” you lean closer into him.

he maneuvers the both of you so that you’re now laying down on the couch. lying there face to face with arms wrapped around one another.

“i wish i could make it all go away.” he whispers.

his voice is so genuine it makes you want to cry even more. you never thought you’d find someone that truly cared about your feelings.

“you make it better.” you smile softly. “it was just hard being away from home.”

he rubs your back lovingly.

he loves that you feel at home in toronto now. he remembered the way you used say you felt out of place in the city.

“i’m sorry you had a hard time on your trip, angel.”

“s’okay.” you reply.

“feels good to have you home.” he says, kissing the top of your forehead. “i was losing my mind over here- had me talking to the cats.”

you laugh at the image of him ranting to red and blue.

“you wanna order food and watch a movie?” he asks softly- knowing just how much comfort you find in a movie night.

“yeah.” you smile.

he releases one arm from his hold on you, pulling out his phone from his back pocket. you start to pull away from his embrace to give him space to order the food.

“no no! c’mere.” he demands, hooking his arm back around you and holding his phone in his hands behind you. he continues to type away on his phone with you in between his arms.

you giggle at this. you absolutely loved when hamzah was clingy with you.

“thai food?” he questions.

“mhm, you know me so well.”

you two spend the rest of your night eating too much food on your couch while watching all of your favorite rom-coms.

hamzah makes an effort to make you laugh all night, cracking numerous jokes during each movie and pretend snoring during the less exciting scenes.

your boyfriend doing everything he could to cheer you up meant the absolute world to you. you were so so happy to be home.

a/n: feeling like this is so so cringe but i think that about everything i write lol but i wrote this quick and did not proofread so sorry lol k bye muah

[svt-luna]

ᡴꪫ ⋆ GAME CATERERS X SVT ࣪ ! ˓ ౨ৎ ࣪˖ ─── episode 3-1.

Game Caterers x SEVENTEEN

synopsis: Episode 3-1! Here we are officially continuing the music quiz and finishing it off with the prizes that would ultimately give PD Na a mental breakdown.

╰ ౨ৎ LUNA-VERSE MASTERLIST

╰ ౨ৎ fan reactions ╰ ౨ৎ game caterers masterlist

[added captions are in brackets] ᡣ𐭩

bold dialogues are spoken in english ᡣ𐭩

The atmosphere inside the room was electric, a mix of anticipation and playful rivalry buzzing through the air as SEVENTEEN sat in their teams, waiting for the next round of the music quiz to begin. The members exchanged glances, some quietly strategizing while others leaned back, eyes narrowing as they mentally prepared for whatever challenge PD Na would throw their way.

There was a lightness in the air despite the competitive edge— laughter still echoed from the last round, and every so often, someone would recall a funny moment, reigniting the chorus of chuckles and banter among them.

The atmosphere in the room shifted slightly as PD Na recapped the scores, setting the tone for the remainder of the game. In the lead were Seungkwan and Hoshi, their playful but determined dynamic propelling them to first place with an impressive four points. It was clear that their synergy, honed through years of performing together, had given them the edge in this competition.

Trailing behind in second place were several teams, all locked in with two points.

Mingyu and Jeonghan, are known for their mischievousness and quick thinking. Across from them, Dino and Wonwoo sat more relaxed. Vernon and Minghao, typically laid-back, remained composed but their eyes carried a hint of competitiveness, quietly content with their steady performance thus far. Meanwhile, Luna and Joshua, the game’s unexpected dark horses, exchanged soft smiles. Their comfortable teamwork had earned them two points as well, keeping them neck and neck with the other second-place teams.

Dokyeom and Jun, sitting at one point, seemed eager to climb higher. While they weren’t at the top, the energy between them suggested a duo that could quickly catch up if given the right moment.

At the bottom of the rankings sat Woozi and S.Coups, the strategic but luckless duo who had yet to score a point. Despite their low standing, Woozi’s calm demeanor and S.Coups’ reassuring presence suggested they weren’t overly fazed by the current situation.

As the 14th round of the music quiz began, a soft, melancholic tune flowed through the speakers, causing an immediate stillness in the room.

[Different vibe from previous questions]

The members, once brimming with energy and excitement, sat back in their seats, their expressions turning puzzled as the slow, emotional melody settled in. Heads turned, eyes darted from one face to another as they searched for any hint of recognition. The usual spark of confidence and enthusiasm from previous rounds dimmed slightly, replaced with uncertainty.

Luna, sitting beside Joshua, leaned in with a light sigh, her brows furrowed in thought. “Wow, I already don’t know,” she murmured to him, shaking her head slightly, her voice reflecting a mix of awe and confusion. Joshua mirrored her expression, just as lost as the rest of the group.

The room was quiet except for the gentle hum of the song, as everyone seemed to sit in a trance, trying to grasp any familiar note or lyric.

A few more notes passed, deepening the haze of uncertainty. Suddenly, S.Coups stood up from his seat, raising his hand confidently and breaking the silence. His voice rang out with their team’s slogan, “I Don’t Know Who Park Bo Gum Is, But I Love Him And Cherish Him!” His words carried a tone that often characterized his competitive side.

PD Na smiled, pointing toward him and repeating the slogan with a chuckle, “I Don’t Know Who Park Bo Gum Is, But I Love Him And Cherish Him.”

With newfound confidence, S.Coups confidently stated, “Lim Young Woong,” naming the artist.

PD Na nodded, gesturing for Woozi to take over. “1, 2, 3…” The countdown began, and all eyes shifted to Woozi, whose face froze in genuine surprise as the pressure built.

“‘I Love You’,” Woozi blurted out, his voice trailing off with hesitation.

[Confessing out of the blue]

“Wrong!” PD Na declared, the abrupt response cutting through the tension.

S.Coups let out a soft chuckle before wrapping his arms around Woozi in a lighthearted hug, teasing him for getting caught off guard.

Dokyeom quickly stood up, followed by Jun, the two determined to give it a shot. Dokyeom called out their team’s slogan, “I Get Worked Up and Lose My Temper Easily!” PD Na pointed toward them, waiting for their answer.

“Lim Young Woong,” Jun said calmly, his tone measured.

“‘When It Rains’,” Dokyeom followed with the title, his voice hopeful.

“Wrong!” PD Na replied without missing a beat, causing a wave of laughter to ripple through the room. Some of the members chuckled, especially at Dokyeom’s response.

“What’s that?” Seungkwan laughed from his spot, finding amusement in the randomness of Dokyeom’s guess.

[That's the lyrics]

“What is it?” Dokyeom muttered to himself, still processing his own answer as he sat back down.

Silence fell once again as they continued listening to the song, the first lyrics gently filtering through the air.

Jeonghan remained seated but raised his voice, calling out their team slogan, “Burt and Fart,” he said dryly, his expression unreadable. PD Na pointed to them, signaling for their answer.

“Lim Young Woong,” Mingyu said, leaning slightly forward, his voice filled with certainty.

“‘Trust Me Now,’” Jeonghan added smoothly, confident in his guess.

“That’s so close. Wrong,” PD Na said, shaking his head, causing both Jeonghan and Mingyu to freeze in shock. Their mouths opened slightly in disbelief, the closeness of their answer leaving them stunned.

Vernon, sensing an opportunity, stood up with renewed determination, raising his hand and calling out his and Minghao’s slogan. “I Don’t Like Your Earrings!” he declared with vigor.

“Lim Young Woong,” Minghao said, his voice cool and composed.

“‘Trust In Me,’” Vernon added confidently.

“You got it!” PD Na exclaimed, excitement in his tone as he confirmed their answer.

Vernon and Minghao erupted in delight, moving to the center of the room to celebrate their success with an impromptu dance, their grins wide and full of victory.

Jeonghan, still processing how close his answer had been, let out a scoff of disbelief, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. He couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of how near he had been to getting it right.

[He knew it, but he got it wrong]

Luna, lounging comfortably in her seat, caught the moment from across the room. She pointed toward Jeonghan, a teasing smile on her lips as she chuckled softly.

“He’s really disappointed,” she giggled to herself, knowing Jeonghan’s competitive nature all too well.

[Bunny finds the other bunny funny]

At the sound of her voice, Jeonghan turned his head in her direction, his fingers still pinching the bridge of his nose. He scrunched his face at her playfully, his expression a mix of playful annoyance and affection, causing Luna to beam back at him with a cheeky smile, their small interaction unnoticed by most but filled with the usual warmth and banter between them.

Seungkwan, in typical fashion, broke the momentary silence with his witty remark, “It’s a diverse genre,” his voice carrying a playful note as he glanced at the others, earning a few more chuckles around the room.

Meanwhile, Vernon and Minghao stood at the center, the soft, slow song they had just guessed still playing in the background. The energy shift was palpable, and the two members awkwardly exchanged glances, unsure how to match the mood of the song with the high-energy dancing they were used to.

“How do we dance to this?” Minghao asked Vernon, his brows furrowed in confusion as he stared at his partner, his voice carrying both humor and genuine curiosity.

[Embarrassed]

The two simply stood there for a few seconds, unmoving, which only added to the comedic effect.

PD Na and the other members couldn’t help but laugh at the awkwardness unfolding before them. S.Coups, always ready to comment on the ridiculousness of the situation, broke into laughter. “What are they doing?” he asked, shaking his head in amusement.

Luna, sitting comfortably but with a teasing grin tugging at her lips, decided to step in. “Start dancing,” she called out, her voice carrying just enough authority to make the others turn toward her.

Minghao, in true playful spirit, took the hint and, with a mischievous glint in his eye, stepped forward and hugged Vernon as if they were slow dancing, moving them slightly from side to side.

[Let's just hug]

Their exaggerated, awkward slow dance drew more laughter from the group, with some members doubling over at the sight. But then, an idea sparked in Luna’s mind. She straightened up in her seat, eyes locked onto Joshua, and without a second thought, gently nudged him forward.

“Go do it,” she said, her voice low and mischievous, and Joshua immediately knew what she meant.

Without hesitation, he jumped to his feet and made his way to the front of the room, his movements deliberate. As soon as he reached the center, he broke into the familiar meme dance he’d performed earlier, arms and legs moving in the same exaggerated manner that had sent the members into fits of laughter during the previous round.

[Crazy Joshua appears]

[Taking the center]

Vernon, being the first to spot him, pointed in his direction and burst into laughter, his shoulders shaking as he watched Joshua’s antics. The rest of the group quickly followed suit, laughter erupting as they saw the ridiculous dance re-emerge.

[Joshua the old man]

Luna was up on her feet, phone in hand, already recording the moment, her voice ringing out above the laughter as she cheered her teammate on.

“Good job, Shua! Good job!” she called, unable to hide the pride in her voice.

The sight of her acting like a proud mom, recording her teammate’s exaggerated moves, only made the moment even more humorous. The other members pointed and laughed at her too, finding the entire situation thoroughly amusing, especially since Luna and Joshua seemed so determined to claim the ‘Most Hip Player’ title, no matter how ridiculous it was.

As the song finally came to an end, the room calmed, and Joshua made his way back to his seat, high-fiving Luna as she tucked her phone back into her pocket, still chuckling.

“You’re really good at that,” she remarked, her voice filled with amusement, earning a laugh from Joshua, who shrugged in response, clearly enjoying the moment.

The members, still recovering from their fits of laughter, began to compliment Joshua for his impromptu performance.

“Good job, Joshua,” Seungkwan said, shaking his head in disbelief.

“I’ll trust Joshua from now on,” Woozi added, the lingering grin on his face showing just how much he’d enjoyed the spectacle.

“Just trust Joshua,” S.Coups chimed in, his tone both sincere and playful.

“Joshua, that was exactly the same,” Seungkwan noted, referring to the meme dance Joshua had perfectly replicated.

“I know. He’s good at copying the dance,” Dino added, his voice filled with admiration for Joshua’s commitment.

[Maybe too much...]

[15th question]

The next song began playing, and instantly, the room was filled with chaos. The first note hadn’t even fully registered before three teams sprang up from their seats, hands shooting into the air as their slogans echoed through the room almost in perfect sync.

“Burp and Fart!” yelled Mingyu, his voice booming with enthusiasm.

“Drink Less And Talk More!” Dino shouted, barely a millisecond behind, raising his hand with equal intensity.

“Go Overboard For Show!” Hoshi followed up, screaming as if his life depended on it.

[Gold, silver, bronze]

Luna sat in her seat, completely baffled as she watched the flurry of movements and loud slogans around her. Her eyes darted from one team to another, her face scrunched in confusion. “What is happening?” she muttered to herself in awe, having no idea what the song was.

But despite all the energy and near-simultaneous responses, PD Na acknowledged Mingyu’s group first, pointing at him. “Starting with Mingyu. 1, 2, 3.”

[Team Mingyu and Jeonghan has the chance]

“EXO!” Mingyu answered confidently, before gesturing toward Jeonghan, who still remained seated, appearing completely unfazed by the chaos around him.

“‘Lovesick,’” Jeonghan said, his tone so casual it was as if he couldn’t be bothered.

Mingyu, now looking at Jeonghan in slight disbelief, blinked before turning toward him. “You said it was ‘Lovesick,’” Jeonghan muttered, simply raised an eyebrow.

“Loveshot,” Mingyu corrected his teammate.

[HYBE singers keeps mixing up SM and YG]

The second Jeonghan said the wrong answer, the room exploded. Other teams immediately tried to seize the opportunity to steal the guess, their hands shooting into the air and their voices overlapping with loud yells.

“‘Lovesick,’” Luna chuckled, clearly amused by Jeonghan’s misstep. She quickly raised her hand and called out her team’s slogan with a grin. “We Are Too Perfect, It’s Annoying!”

However, Vernon was faster, his voice cutting through hers as he repeated their slogan over and over since Jeonghan’s mistake. “I Don’t Like Your Earrings!” he yelled, his hand shooting up as he claimed his team’s chance to steal.

[Stealing the answer]

PD Na, clearly entertained by the frantic energy in the room, acknowledged Vernon and Minghao, pointing at them. “Yes?”

“EXO,” Minghao said, setting the foundation for Vernon’s confident answer.

“‘Love Shot,’” Vernon declared, his voice filled with certainty.

“You got it!” PD Na exclaimed, confirming their answer as the room erupted into applause and cheers for the winning team.

Minghao and Vernon made their way up to the front, the unmistakable beat of EXO’s ‘Love Shot’ now taking over the room. They both broke into the choreographed dance, moving in sync with the song, drawing impressed whistles and cheers from the other members.

Luna, still seated, chuckled under her breath as she watched the performance unfold. She turned her head slightly and, without thinking, her gaze landed on Jeonghan, who was seated a few seats away. Her smile widened as she leaned toward him, giggling softly. “‘Lovesick’ was amazing,” she teased, her voice low enough for only him to hear.

Jeonghan, as attuned to Luna as always, heard her despite the noise. He turned to face her, his eyes locking with hers, and with that signature nonchalant and flirty smirk, he mouthed, “Wait until later.”

Luna’s breath hitched, her cheeks heating up as his words settled in. Unable to resist the playful energy between them, she smiled back and quickly formed a heart with her fingers before making a finger gun and shooting through the heart, mimicking the ‘Love Shot’ move in her own playful interpretation.

Jeonghan caught it immediately, his smirk turning into a full grin as he winked at her, their shared moment fleeting but charged with their usual playful chemistry.

Their attention turned back to Minghao and Vernon, who were still dancing to the song, the other members cheering them on. But Luna’s amusement was short-lived as she spotted movement beside her. Joshua, with his mischievous grin already in place, had left his seat and was heading to the front.

“There he goes,” Luna muttered, watching him with growing amusement.

Sure enough, Joshua, ever the entertainer, started dancing his ridiculous meme dance from earlier, completely disregarding the original choreography. His exaggerated movements sent waves of laughter through the group, and Vernon, the first to notice Joshua’s antics, pointed at him, laughing loudly.

[Joshua appears again]

Dokyeom and Seungkwan couldn’t help themselves either, running up front to join Joshua, their bodies mimicking his wild movements as they laughed together.

The energy in the room spiked, and with the song being ‘Love Shot’, Joshua added his own twist, pretending to pour a drink and do a shot, further emphasizing the ridiculousness of his dance. The members doubled over in laughter, barely able to stay upright as they clapped and cheered him on.

[It's the love shot]

[We can't rememberthe original dance anymore]

Luna sat back in her seat, thoroughly entertained, her chuckles mixing with the laughter around her as she watched her teammate perform without a care in the world. “You’re on another level, Joshie,” she complimented Joshua, her voice cool and amused, a proud smile on her face.

As the song drew to a close, the members slowly made their way back to their seats, still chuckling at the absurdity of what had just happened.

“Love shot? Literally?” Seungkwan quipped, shaking his head in disbelief at Joshua’s wild interpretation.

“That’s what it means by a little crazy Joshua,” PD Na said, chuckling softly as he glanced at Joshua, clearly entertained.

“Yes,” Luna and Joshua both nodded, their voices in unison, perfectly synced as they agreed without hesitation.

[Is he really only a little crazy?]

PD Na, still laughing softly, gestured toward Vernon and Minghao. “Team Earrings doing better than expected.”

Vernon, clearly still in good spirits, added, “I waited for Jeonghan to get it wrong.”

[They answered 2 questions by chance]

“And Jeonghan never lets you down,” PD Na teased, causing a ripple of laughter to fill the room again.

Jeonghan, in response, gave a lazy nod, unfazed by the jab, a small grin tugging at the corner of his lips.

[He always gets it wrong]

[16th question]

The next round began, and as the first beats of the song echoed through the room, Woozi and S.Coups were suddenly on their feet, hands raised high in the air. In perfect sync, they yelled their team slogan: “I Don’t Know Who Park Bo Gum Is, But I Love Him And Cherish Him!”

[Shouting out loud]

Their outburst stunned the room, every member blinking in shock. Woozi and S.Coups had yet to score any points in the game, and the fact that they were now claiming the next song was a surprise to everyone.

Even PD Na seemed slightly amused as he pointed at them, ready to give them a chance.

“Woozi and S.Coups?” PD Na raised his brows in acknowledgment, then began counting down. “1, 2, 3.”

“INFINITE,” Woozi said confidently, naming the artist without hesitation.

PD Na turned to S.Coups next and repeated the countdown. “1, 2, 3.”

“I was going to say that,” S.Coups chuckled, turning to Woozi with a grin, knowing full well he hadn’t prepared a guess beyond the artist.

['I Was Going To Say That' by INFINITE]

“Wrong,” PD Na announced, and the room erupted into laughter. S.Coups, still chuckling, pulled Woozi into a playful hug as they shared in their defeat.

“What are you doing?” Woozi asked him, laughing as they sat back down.

Before the laughter could settle, Hoshi shot up from his seat, his loud voice cutting through the noise. “Go Overboard For Show!” he yelled, as he raised his hand dramatically.

[Taking the chance]

Seungkwan stood beside him, ready to seize the opportunity. “They can never get it,” he said with a grin, his eyes gleaming with confidence.

PD Na acknowledged them, counting down once more. “1, 2, 3.”

“INFINITE,” Hoshi answered confidently, naming the artist.

“‘Be Mine,’” Seungkwan followed, nailing the title.

“You got it,” PD Na confirmed, his voice lost under the wave of cheers that followed.

Hoshi and Seungkwan walked confidently to the front, their heads held high as the familiar beat of ‘Be Mine’ blasted through the speakers. Without missing a beat, they broke into the iconic choreography, dancing with smooth precision while singing along.

[B and S dance]

Dokyeom, still seated, joined in vocally, singing from his chair, his voice loud and melodic as it blended with the music.

[S sings]

Meanwhile, S.Coups, despite his earlier mistake, half-heartedly danced from his seat, lightly mimicking the choreography while still chuckling about their failed attempt.

As Seungkwan and Hoshi danced, the energy in the room soared, but just as Seungkwan prepared himself for his favorite rap part, something unexpected happened. The crew had used an edited version of the song without the rap section. As Seungkwan started the rap, “‘Oh, if we fight… Mine,’” he stopped short, realizing the music had moved past the rap part entirely.

[It's okay. That went well]

Laughter erupted from the members and PD Na, but Seungkwan didn’t miss a beat. He seamlessly switched back to singing, laughing through the moment as they continued the performance.

[He was flustered for a second but he gets ready for the rap again]

Determined, Seungkwan waited again, hoping for the rap section to come up in the song. He prepared himself once more, “‘If we fight… Do you hear me?’” he rapped, only for the section to skip once again, causing the room to burst into laughter for a second time.

By the time Hoshi and Seungkwan finished, the room was buzzing with laughter and applause. The two of them walked back to their seats, clearly pleased with their performance despite the humorous hiccups.

“The rap is the highlight,” Seungkwan said, still grinning as he sat back down. “That wasn’t on,” he added, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Good job,” Minghao complimented them, nodding appreciatively.

“They’re very good,” Mingyu chimed in, clapping along with the others.

“No one can beat them,” Luna said, her voice soft but amused as she leaned back in her chair, watching the exchange.

“I need an explanation,” PD Na started, turning his attention back to S.Coups. “S.Coups, what happened there?”

S.Coups blinked in silence for a moment, clearly defeated by the whole situation, before Woozi chuckled beside him. “What was it that you said?” Woozi teased. “‘I was going to say that,’” he mimicked, his smile wide.

“All I thought about was INFINITE,” S.Coups admitted with a laugh, shaking his head at himself.

PD Na, still grinning, pointed at S.Coups. “It seems you knew the dance too,” he said, having noticed S.Coups dancing along earlier from his seat.

“When we were trainees, we practiced it with Hoshi,” S.Coups explained, pointing at himself and Woozi.

“Hoshi, Woozi, and S.Coups practiced together,” Wonwoo chimed in from his seat, nodding toward the trio.

“So it’s like, I practiced it, but I don’t remember the title,” PD Na said, clearly entertained by their situation.

“It was finally something I know, so I said INFINITE,” Woozi added, laughing softly at how they had still managed to get it wrong despite their knowledge.

“I think S.Coups is having short-term memory loss,” PD Na joked, his tone light and teasing. “Since the Character Quiz, his brain is not functioning.”

“I had a mental breakdown at the time,” S.Coups admitted, grinning as the members laughed around him.

“We need to get at least one,” Woozi said, his voice determined as they prepared for the next round, though there was still laughter in his eyes.

[Next question]

The next round was about to begin, and the members waited in silence, anticipating the next song. As the first beat hit, a flurry of hands shot into the air. Luna, quick on her feet, raised her hand, but Mingyu was faster. Their team slogan was the shortest, after all.

“Burp and Fart!” Mingyu called out, earning laughs from the rest of the group.

“I was faster,” Mingyu said as he stood up, his eyes darting toward Jeonghan, who sat there looking clueless. With his mouth half-closed, Jeonghan looked like he was trying to speak without moving his lips, almost like a ventriloquist.

“What is it?” Jeonghan asked, his eyes wide as he waited for a hint.

[He doesn't know]

Without saying a word, Mingyu discreetly mimicked the hand motion from the choreography to clue Jeonghan in, his movements quick and subtle.

“Mingyu, go. 1, 2, 3,” PD Na prompted, giving him his cue.

“Aespa,” Mingyu said confidently, identifying the artist before turning to Jeonghan. He gave him an obvious hint this time. “The most famous one.”

Jeonghan buffered for a moment, his mind whirring as he tried to piece it together. Then, as if a light bulb went off, he did the hand motion from the dance and said, “‘Next Level.’”

“You got it,” PD Na confirmed.

“Yes,” Mingyu exclaimed in victory as the song began to play.

[The thrilling feeling of success]

The familiar beat of ‘Next Level’ filled the room, and almost instinctively, several members started doing the signature hand motion of the choreography, their movements in sync with the song.

Mingyu grinned, satisfied, and sat back down. Meanwhile, Dino, Hoshi, Seungkwan, and Dokyeom slowly stood up, their bodies already swaying to the rhythm as they moved toward the center. They began singing and dancing to the choreo, their energy infectious as they replicated Aespa’s sharp movements, the rest of the group watching with amusement.

[They quickly form a line]

Once their little performance was over, they all settled back down, the laughter and buzz of excitement still lingering in the air.

“I had no idea,” Woozi leaned over to S.Coups, shaking his head slightly.

“I didn’t know either,” S.Coups admitted, his voice carrying a note of disbelief. “Am I isolating myself from the world?”

Woozi chuckled and added, “I think I heard the prelude in the presidential election campaign.”

S.Coups burst into laughter, shaking his head as he processed Woozi’s witty comment, the room still buzzing with the energy of the game.

The 18th question loomed, and the members sat in anticipation, eyes locked on PD Na as they waited for the song to start. A familiar beat began to play, and while some of them recognized the tune, they struggled to recall the title. Most of them, including Luna, were completely lost.

Suddenly, Joshua, seated right next to Luna, shot his hand into the air and called out their team slogan.

“We Are Too Perfect, It’s Annoying,” he declared confidently, earning puzzled looks from the rest of the members. Luna turned to him in alarm, her brow furrowed.

“What? What is it?” Luna muttered, trying to ventriloquize her words so no one else could hear. But Joshua either didn’t notice or forgot they were a team for a moment. He remained oblivious to her confusion.

“Yes?” PD Na called out, waiting for him to answer.

“TEEN TOP,” Joshua responded, but his confidence quickly waned as PD Na shook his head.

“Wrong. That’s not it.”

Luna pouted at Joshua, playfully glaring at him before leaning in. “Discuss with me,” she chastised, though her tone was light, teasing him for his mistake. Joshua laughed, realizing his error, and draped his arm casually over the back of her chair in a silent apology.

Moments later, Mingyu stood up, determined to take his chance. “Burp and Fart!” he exclaimed, turning his focus toward Jeonghan, who had the same confused look Luna wore earlier.

“You don’t know, do you?” Mingyu pointed at Jeonghan, already resigned to the outcome.

Jeonghan blinked lazily, before Mingyu offered his answer with, “Dynamicduo.”

“By Dynamicduo. 1, 2, 3,” PD Na counted down, waiting for Jeonghan to give the song title.

Jeonghan’s response was nonchalant as if it didn’t matter whether he was right or wrong. “‘PLAYING WITH FIRE.’”

[Calm]

“Wrong. That’s not it,” PD Na declared.

The members erupted into laughter at the sheer audacity of Jeonghan’s wild guess. Jeonghan, unfazed, nodded proudly, as if his incorrect answer was still something to be content with. Meanwhile, Mingyu started pacing in front of the group, his hands on his hips, clearly frustrated and trying to process Jeonghan’s approach.

“Mingyu’s given up,” PD Na laughed, watching the younger member pace like a man in disbelief.

The song continued, the melody filling the room as some of the members bopped their heads along, while others remained completely clueless.

[It sounds familiar]

A few lyrics in, Woozi, ever the strategic player, suddenly raised his hand. “I Don’t Know Who Park Bo Gum Is, But I Love and Cherish Him,” he declared, his voice cutting through the room and shocking the members into silence.

[The team with no score raises a hand]

PD Na pointed at Woozi, giving him the floor. “Dynamicduo,” Woozi answered confidently, the other members turning to him and S.Coups, wondering if this could finally be their team’s moment.

But S.Coups, taken aback by Woozi’s sudden decision, blurted out, “Hey, discuss it with me first.”

[The duo falls out]

“Wrong,” PD Na said, sending another wave of laughter through the members as Woozi and S.Coups grinned sheepishly.

The song played on, and Luna and Joshua, still seated, exchanged confused glances as they subtly looked toward their staff. Their stylists and managers stood off to the side, silently mouthing something, presumably the song title.

[Everyone tries to cheat]

“What?” Luna mouthed back at them, trying to decipher the silent communication.

“What is it?” Joshua mimed, equally lost.

Before they could figure it out, Seungkwan shot to his feet, his arm raised high. “Go Overboard For Show!” he shouted, his enthusiasm as loud as ever.

[Professor Boo appears]

“He’s so loud,” Mingyu said, rubbing his ear as he stood near Seungkwan, his expression a mix of amusement and mild annoyance.

“Go Overboard For Show. 1, 2, 3,” PD Na counted down, waiting for the answer.

“Dynamicduo,” Hoshi called out the artist, the room going silent in anticipation.

“‘Ring My Bell,’” Seungkwan sang, nailing the song title with a proud grin.

“You got it!” PD Na announced, and the room burst into applause and praise.

[They're on another level]

As soon as PD Na confirmed Seungkwan’s answer, the familiar beats of ‘Ring My Bell’ filled the air. Seungkwan and Hoshi wasted no time, stepping forward to claim the spotlight.

[There's no choreography]

Although the song had no official choreography, the two quickly improvised, syncing their moves effortlessly. Seungkwan started first, smoothly gliding into a series of exaggerated, fun dance moves, and Hoshi followed immediately, matching Seungkwan step-for-step with a grin. Their natural coordination and rhythm were undeniable, and even without a set dance to follow, the two were in perfect harmony.

[If Seungkwan dances, Hoshi follows]

From their seats, the other members watched in amusement. Wonwoo, brow raised in curiosity, leaned over to Mingyu. “What’s that dance?”

“It’s J.Y. Park,” Mingyu answered with a grin, recognizing the iconic choreography from another popular artist.

['Groove Back' by J.Y. Park]

As the song continued, Seungkwan and Hoshi danced their way back to their seats, still moving to the beat. The rest of the group clapped for them, impressed by their quick thinking and smooth execution.

[Copy and past to the end]

PD Na, clearly entertained, offered his approval. “It works with the choreography for another song.”

Seungkwan, always full of energy, stood up again, eager to keep dancing. “Yes,” he agreed enthusiastically, continuing to move along to the beat. Hoshi quickly followed, mimicking his movements with equal enthusiasm.

[Go Overboard For Show]

From the side, Vernon, ever the voice of calm and deadpan humor, sighed, “Sit down.”

Seungkwan mock-obliged, dropping into his seat and saying, “Yes,” as if he had been commanded, making everyone laugh.

“Are you a dog?” S.Coups teased, shaking his head as he chuckled.

The group’s laughter died down as PD Na shifted the conversation. “Let’s do an interim check. Team Go Overboard For Show is in the lead,” he said, the declaration greeted with cheers. “Surprisingly enough, Team I Don’t Like Your Earrings is in second place.”

At that, Vernon and Minghao erupted into cheers. “I Don’t Like Your Earrings!” Minghao echoed, pointing at his own earrings with a cool, composed air. “I’m getting new ones tomorrow. To something cool,” he added, flashing a smirk that sent the rest of the members into laughter.

[Zero impact]

“To something cool,” Vernon, S.Coups, and Luna parroted, finding his delivery both adorable and hilarious. Minghao’s calm confidence had a way of effortlessly charming everyone.

[For the 19th question]

As the next song was about to start, Luna sat back calmly in her seat, feeling the atmosphere buzzing with anticipation. The familiar beat of the song started to play, and without a second thought, Luna’s hand shot up, pushing Joshua next to her with the other. The two of them, in perfect synchronization, screamed their team slogan with confidence, “We Are Too Perfect, It’s Annoying!”

PD Na pointed toward them, acknowledging their energy, “Team We Are Too Perfect, It’s Annoying,” he echoed with a grin.

“Maroon 5,” Luna answered with certainty, the artist immediately springing to her mind.

“‘Sunday Morning,’” Joshua followed up, effortlessly naming the song title.

“You got it,” PD Na confirmed, causing a wave of cheers from the team. Luna and Joshua high-fived with both hands, their excitement palpable.

The rest of the members couldn’t help but marvel at how quickly they had answered. After all, this song was Joshua’s go-to track— annoyingly so.

“Of course, they’d get that one,” Seungkwan muttered with a chuckle, making the others laugh in agreement.

Luna nudged Joshua playfully, pushing him toward the front. “Go on, do it,” she urged, laughing.

Joshua, always up for some fun, stood up and dramatically carried his chair with him to the front of the set. He placed it down with a flourish and sat back in it, pretending to strum an invisible guitar as he sang along to the song. Luna cheered him on from her seat, her claps exaggerated for effect.

As Joshua belted out the chorus, the song suddenly stopped mid-note, catching him off guard. He let out a breathy laugh, making everyone around him burst into laughter.

“Do your dance, hurry!” Luna called out, urging him to perform the well-known meme dance that would save him and always got a reaction from the group.

With a grin, Joshua stood up and launched into the ridiculous dance, his body moving in an exaggerated, comedic fashion. The members erupted into laughter, clapping and cheering for him as he played along.

[He dances to no music]

Once his impromptu performance was over, Joshua gave a mock bow before he picked up his chair and returned to his spot next to Luna.

“Good job,” Luna chuckled, giving him a satisfied look, and Joshua couldn’t help but smile back, both of them sharing the moment of playful fun.

As they waited for the next question, the room was filled with an air of anticipation.

[20th question]

Then, a low, deep voice came through the speakers, going, “‘Yeah, yeah,’” followed by the distinct beat dropping into rhythm. In a split second, Hoshi was on his feet, his hand shooting up, as Seungkwan, too, rose from his seat, although with an uncertain expression.

“Go Overboard For Show,” Hoshi announced confidently, his hand still raised high.

PD Na pointed at him, acknowledging, “Hoshi. 1, 2, 3.”

“BTS,” Hoshi answered with absolute certainty.

PD Na turned to Seungkwan, counting down for his turn to guess the song title. “1, 2, 3…”

Seungkwan’s expression turned blank as he realized he had no idea what the title was. His mouth opened, then shut, no words coming out. Silence stretched for a second before PD Na concluded, “Wrong.”

Mingyu stood up immediately, his voice cutting through the chatter. “Burp And Fart,” he called, determined to steal the answer.

PD Na pointed to him, beginning to count down again. “1, 2, 3,”

“BTS,” Mingyu replied confidently, naming the artist without hesitation.

Jeonghan, sitting next to him, threw him a look of disbelief. His brows furrowed, and a sigh escaped his lips. He had planned to answer the artist himself, not knowing the title either, and Mingyu’s confident response had thrown off his plan.

[Why would you say that?]

In an instant, multiple hands shot up around the set, each person shouting their slogans to steal the answer. Luna raised her hand high, determination flashing in her eyes, but Dokyeom, faster than the rest, managed to catch PD Na’s attention first.

PD Na nodded to him, “Your answer. 1, 2, 3.”

“BTS,” Jun answered, his voice steady.

Without missing a beat, Dokyeom followed up with the song title, “‘Run BTS.’”

“He’s right,” Luna muttered to herself as she recognized the song title at last.

“You got it!” PD Na confirmed.

The chorus began to play, and without hesitation, Hoshi jumped up to the front, his energy infectious.

[The leader of Team Performance appears]

Seungkwan, Dokyeom, and Jun joined him, standing nearby to cheer him on. Hoshi’s feet hit the beat exactly, and he launched into the precise and high-energy moves of the song’s choreography.

[Getting serious in no time]

Each intense step landed with the rhythm, his movements full of force as he executed the challenging moves. The members clapped and cheered, some of them watching in amazement at how much effort he put into each step.

When he finished, applause filled the set, with Seungkwan even yanking off one of his shoes and tossing it onto the floor in awe.

“I mean, how do you do the challenge for ‘Run BTS’?” PD Na praised, impressed by the performance.

[Producer Na would never get it]

Seungkwan leaned back in his seat, catching his breath as he replied, “He self-teaches the choreography.”

“That was wonderful,” PD Na continued, nodding in appreciation. “It’s not only fun, but I love watching you dancing.”

“Thank you,” Seungkwan said with a slight bow, a smile on his face.

PD Na raised an eyebrow, observing the energy on set. “By now, you should be exhausted,” he noted.

“It’s fun. I’m getting heated up,” Hoshi replied, breathing heavily but smiling brightly.

[It's almost like a fan-meet]

“When we were working on the quiz outside, we were worried about the airtime,” Seungkwan commented, leaning toward Hoshi as they took their seats again.

“I wondered if I answered too many,” Hoshi added with a grin.

Seungkwan chuckled, nodding as he leaned back. “He got too many, and I didn’t get any. So… I’m on a roll here.”

Hoshi looked over, chuckling at the teasing. “I was nervous when they were being funny,” he said, smiling as he glanced over at Seungkwan.

“Right,” Seungkwan replied, nodding along in agreement.

From his seat, Dino looked over with a curious expression, leaning forward slightly. “What’s your team name again?”

Seungkwan looked back, straightening in his seat with pride. “Go Overboard For Show,” he replied, earning a round of laughter from the members.

“That’s our state right now,” he added with a grin, his voice brimming with confidence.

After the laughter died down, Mingyu suddenly let out a deep, exaggerated sigh, his expression filled with pure defeat. His shoulders slumped as if carrying the weight of his loss, and he cast a dramatic look around the room, clearly fed up.

[That meant a lot]

Across from him, Luna caught his defeated look and chuckled, pointing at him knowingly. “Gyu-gyu is over it,” she teased, her words instantly earning a round of laughter from everyone around.

PD Na chuckled, observing the playful frustration on Mingyu’s face. “I feel bad for Mingyu. He’s always the first to shout the name,” he remarked, amusement dancing in his eyes as he nodded toward Mingyu.

“But he doesn’t know the answer either,” Jeonghan added lazily from his seat, his finger casually pointing at Mingyu as he spoke. His tone was both light and slightly mischievous.

PD Na raised his eyebrows, glancing over at Jeonghan, “Does he only know the singer?” he asked, genuinely curious.

“Yes,” Jeonghan replied, nodding in mock pity, “And he goes, ‘How do you not know?’” He mimicked Mingyu’s earlier frustrated gesture perfectly, his voice raising to mimic Mingyu’s dramatic disbelief. The impression was spot-on, drawing another round of laughter.

PD Na looked back at Mingyu, clearly entertained by the thought. “He’s blaming you when he doesn’t know either?” he asked, feigning shock.

Mingyu pointed at himself, as if only just realizing he’d been the subject of the conversation. “Me?” He blinked, then deadpanned, “I don’t know either. I’m only pretending to know.”

This admission had everyone laughing even harder, some of them shaking their heads in playful disbelief.

“But you were like…” PD Na trailed off as he raised his hand and exaggeratedly widened his eyes, perfectly imitating Mingyu’s earlier expression of disbelief. It was such an accurate portrayal that even Mingyu couldn’t help but crack a smile.

“He’s just pretending,” Jeonghan commented, his tone dripping with mock exasperation.

“I don’t know either,” Mingyu repeated, shrugging, fully owning up to it now.

“He’s annoying,” Joshua chimed in from next to Luna, his tone playful but firm, his eyes flicking to her as he spoke.

“Super annoying,” Luna agreed, joining in on the teasing as she raised her eyebrows and shot Mingyu a teasing look. The two of them exchanged a glance, clearly enjoying the opportunity to poke fun at him.

S.Coups joined in, grinning as he pointed toward Mingyu. “He is a bad guy,” he added, making Joshua, Luna, and himself laugh even harder at the lighthearted roast session.

[Here comes the question that will summon them]

As they all waited for the next song to play, the room filled with a familiar sense of anticipation. The first few opening instrumentals began to fill the space, and immediately, Mingyu, Luna, and Wonwoo reacted, recognizing the track.

“Burp And–” Mingyu started, his voice loud and eager.

“We Are Too Perfect–” Luna called out at the same time, both of them already competing, but their slogans were abruptly cut off by Dino, who shot up and shouted with more speed, “Drink Less And Talk More!”

[They all shouted at the same time]

With that, both Mingyu and Luna groaned in defeat, their heads hanging as PD Na acknowledged the victory with a grin. “Dino was faster,” he said with amusement, waiting for the team’s answer.

[Dino was the fastest]

“Wonwoo, Mingyu, and Luna of SEVENTEEN,” Dino declared confidently, naming the artists.

“‘Bittersweet,’” Wonwoo followed up, his voice steady and sure.

“You got it!” PD Na confirmed, and the room erupted in cheers. Luna and Mingyu both sighed, exchanging resigned glances — it was their song, after all, but at least one of the trio got it right.

As Dino and Wonwoo moved to the front, Vernon couldn’t help but tease, “You’re good at SEVENTEEN.”

“I think I like SEVENTEEN so much,” Dino responded with a grin, drawing more laughter.

The song continued playing, and as the soft, mellow tones of ‘Bittersweet’ filled the room, Luna began humming along, swaying gently in her seat. Mingyu, ever the performer, was up in his place, eyes closed as he pretended to sing into an imaginary microphone, completely immersed in the moment.

Meanwhile, Dino watched as Wonwoo and Seungkwan started running across the set in a stiff, awkward manner — a playful mockery of Wonwoo’s running in the music video, a beloved inside joke among the members. Their exaggerated movements made everyone burst into laughter, some clapping and hollering at the antics.

[What is this mess?]

Dokyeom, never one to miss out on the fun, quickly stood up and followed suit, doing an even more exaggerated stiff run across the room. “This is how Wonwoo runs,” Dokyeom announced as he ran, sending the room into complete chaos.

The members’ laughter echoed loudly, each of them in stitches at the ridiculous scene unfolding before them. Mingyu, still in his world of performance, remained unaffected by the madness around him, continuing to “sing” his heart out.

As Mingyu neared the end of his verse, he suddenly made his way over to Luna, who was still swaying in her seat, laughing at the chaotic scene in front of her. Mingyu, eyes still closed in concentration, offered his hand to her, making her chuckle softly before she accepted it. In an instant, the chorus started playing, and Luna’s soft voice echoed from the speakers.

Mingyu and Luna swayed together at the front, moving in time with the music. He twirled her around smoothly, both of them lost in the melody as the rest of the room slowly began to calm down from the earlier madness. The chaos gradually died down, and soon, only Luna, Mingyu, Wonwoo, and Dino remained up front.

That’s when Dino, ever the unpredictable one, began improvising a feminine dance to Luna’s verse. His exaggerated, flamboyant movements caught the attention of the remaining trio.

[The dancer appears]

Luna and Wonwoo, both introverts at heart and always on the same wavelength, felt a wave of secondhand embarrassment wash over them. They exchanged a glance, pausing in their tracks as they stared at Dino, concern evident in their eyes.

[The I type don’t know how to react]

The other members noticed this too and immediately pointed at Luna and Wonwoo, laughing at the contrast between Dino’s boldness and the duo’s awkwardness. Meanwhile, Mingyu was still in his own world, completely unaware of what was happening around him.

Finally, Luna and Wonwoo couldn’t take it anymore. They slowly backed away, retreating to their seats, leaving Dino and Mingyu up front to finish off the performance.

Seungkwan, always quick to keep a skit going, made his way over to Dino once more, and the two instantly fell back into their act from earlier. With exaggerated concern, Seungkwan placed a hand on Dino’s shoulder, as though guiding him gently away from the middle of the set.

“I called the cab,” Seungkwan said, his voice low but loud enough for everyone to hear, which made them all start to laugh. “Go home. Take the cab and go home.”

[Turns out he's the drunk from earlier]

Dino, more than willing to play along, gave a little scoff, shrugging Seungkwan’s hand off his shoulder with mock defiance. “I’ll go on my own,” he replied stubbornly, drawing more laughter from the others as he swayed in place, pretending to be tipsy.

“This is no place to dance,” Seungkwan continued, adding a stern edge to his voice as if he was genuinely concerned for his friend.

Dino rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, playing up his character. “I can handle myself,” he said with a wave of his hand, dismissing Seungkwan.

Suddenly, Jun rose from his seat, his expression mischievous, and he reached over to grab their table. With deliberate slowness, he lifted it above his head as if it were an umbrella, and then, in exaggerated steps, made his way to the front. The sight made everyone erupt in laughter, pointing and shaking their heads in disbelief.

“What are you doing?” Luna chuckled, watching him in amusement, her eyes bright with laughter.

Seungkwan finally broke character as he turned around and finally spotted Jun, his face instantly filled with feigned confusion. “Who are you?” he asked, playing up his bewilderment.

“Oh, is that an umbrella?” Seungkwan suddenly realized, his mouth dropping open in exaggerated shock.

Jun looked back with a mock scowl, a hint of pretend anger flashing across his face. “Haven’t you seen the music video?” he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm, referencing the ‘Bittersweet’ music video where it was raining. The members howled with laughter, clutching their stomachs as Jun stayed in character, glaring at them all.

“He’s short-tempered,” Joshua noted with a teasing grin, referencing the earlier joke about Jun’s personality flaw.

Dokyeom nodded in agreement, playing along with a serious expression as he looked at Jun. “I told you to keep calm,” he said, his voice filled with mock concern.

“Okay,” Jun sighed, shrugging off the table and carrying it back to its spot with a huff.

As he settled the table back down, Mingyu chimed in, waving a hand as if correcting them. “For your information,” he said, his voice filled with mock authority, “I didn’t put on the umbrella in the music video. Where did that come from?”

The group laughed, the playful banter bouncing around the room as they recalled the iconic video.

“That’s right,” Luna said with a grin, nodding as she remembered it. “He was just drenched.”

“Because it’s raining,” S.Coups and Jun explained in unison, both of them breaking into wide smiles.

The group chuckled at the memory, their laughter echoing around the set.

As the group settled in for the 22nd question, they waited, some tapping their feet and others sitting on the edge of their seats, eager for the next song.

[This will summon everyone again]

The tension lifted as soon as the song began with the opening beat, followed by a familiar vocal shout of “‘BLACKPINK!’”

That single name was enough to have nearly everyone up in an instant, hands raised, voices yelling in excitement, but S.Coups was the quickest to shout their team slogan, his voice booming, “I Don’t Know Who Park Bo Gum Is, But I Love Him And Cherish Him!”

“S.Coups was faster,” PD Na announced with a grin, glancing at the stopwatch before he began the countdown. “1, 2, 3…”

“BLACKPINK,” S.Coups declared confidently.

Beside him, Woozi looked slightly confused, his brows furrowed as he searched his memory. PD Na turned to him expectantly, counting down, “1, 2, 3…”

“‘DDU-DU DDU-DU,’” Woozi guessed, but the moment he said it, an eruption of groans and laughter filled the room. Hands shot up in the air as the rest of the members yelled their team slogans, each vying to steal the answer.

S.Coups, playing along with exaggerated disapproval, pretended to slap Woozi’s shoulder. Woozi looked over a small, sheepish smile on his face. “I’m sorry,” he said, shaking his head in defeat. “I don’t know.”

The members continued yelling and waving, eager to get the question back. Among them were Vernon and Minghao, Jun and Dokyeom, Luna and Joshua, and Mingyu and Jeonghan’s teams. Jeonghan, however, was still seated, looking around with mild confusion. He clearly didn’t know the answer but was amused watching the chaos unfold around him.

Mingyu, realizing his chance, shot up, hand in the air, and yelled his team’s slogan, “Burp And Fart!” He immediately turned to Jeonghan, eyes wide with hope as he practically begged with his eyes.

“Alright, Mingyu,” PD Na called out, counting down once again. “1, 2, 3…”

“BLACKPINK,” Mingyu announced confidently.

After a pause, Jeonghan pointed, taking a wild guess, “‘Pink Venom.’”

[He guessed]

“You got it,” PD Na confirmed, and Mingyu threw his hands up in celebration, giving Jeonghan a relieved grin as he muttered, “That was right?”

Luna, unimpressed, deadpanned, “I don’t understand why you make Hannie answer the title, Gyu.” Her tone was dry but filled with amusement, and her words made everyone chuckle.

“That’s because he doesn’t know the title either,” Joshua teased her, his own laughter mixing in with the group’s as they watched the two banter.

Suddenly, Dokyeom jumped to his feet, his jacket and mic pack discarded, and he strode to the center of the room with a determined look.

[Entering as if he's possessed]

Everyone’s eyes widened, recognizing the telltale signs. He’d performed this song before at a fan meet, and the members instantly started cheering, their voices overlapping in excitement.

“Kyeomie, show them!” Luna yelled, clapping her hands as she cheered him on.

As the song’s chorus hit, Dokyeom launched into the choreography with a perfect blend of sass and fierce energy, hitting each move as the others clapped and yelled their encouragement. They joined in on the ad-libs in the background, their voices a playful mess of loud notes and laughter as Dokyeom danced.

When the beat dropped, signaling the start of the dance break, Dokyeom went even harder, his movements sharp and filled with exaggerated drama as he embodied the performance with every ounce of his energy. By the time the song ended, Dokyeom lay sprawled across the floor in his final pose, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths, a fierce look on his face.

[FYI, DK's in the Vocal Team]

The members erupted into applause, some on their feet, and others clapping and whistling in support. PD Na and the rest of the crew joined in, their own claps echoing through the room as they nodded in approval.

“Awesome,” Dino said, his expression one of genuine admiration.

“I never expected to see that,” Vernon added, grinning as he glanced at Dokyeom, who was still catching his breath.

S.Coups shook his head, his amusement clear as he pointed at Dokyeom. “Put your mic back on,” he said, a touch of fond exasperation in his voice as a staff member rushed forward to help Dokyeom reattach his mic pack.

As everyone settled back into their seats, PD Na gestured toward Dokyeom with a curious look. “How come he’s so good at it?”

“He did it at the fan meet,” Vernon explained, nodding toward Dokyeom.

“He did such a great job that Lee Jung, who created the choreography, posted it on her story,” Seungkwan added with a proud grin, recounting the honor with enthusiasm.

“Good job,” Joshua said with a gentle smile, giving Dokyeom a thumbs-up.

Dokyeom, still catching his breath, chuckled. “I didn’t think I’d still remember the choreography,” he admitted, his tone both proud and surprised.

Luna nodded, a warm smile on her face. “You did so well,” she added.

Suddenly, Jeonghan’s voice piped up, his expression thoughtful as he muttered, “I almost said ‘Black Venom.’”

[That's a movie title]

The group turned toward him, and laughter burst out again, with Luna laughing the loudest. Her giggles turned into high-pitched squeaks, and she leaned over, hiding her face behind Joshua’s back as she tried to catch her breath, her shoulders shaking with each laugh. The sight only made everyone else laugh harder, filling the room with an infectious joy.

As everyone settled down, PD Na glanced at the room with a wry smile, taking note of their barely contained energy. “There are only a few questions left,” he announced, his voice cutting through the air and signaling the nearing end of the game.

[2 questions left]

For a moment, a beat of silence fell over the room as everyone took a breath, eyes trained on PD Na, their anticipation almost tangible. Then, the intro beat of the next song began, filling the area with its rhythmic, pulsing beat.

The very first note had Vernon shooting up from his seat, his hand raised high in the air as he shouted their slogan, “I Don’t Like Your Earrings!” His voice carried through the room, drawing immediate attention. Minghao stood beside him, following suit.

PD Na pointed to them, nodding as he began the countdown. “1, 2, 3…”

With a quick movement, Vernon pointed at Minghao, ceding the responsibility. Minghao took a brief pause before answering with a single name, “Jessi.”

A playful look crossed PD Na’s face as he shook his head. “Jessi? Wrong.”

As disappointment flickered across Vernon and Minghao’s faces, Dokyeom was already leaping to his feet, his team slogan ready on his lips. “I Get Worked Up And Lose My Temper Easily!” he shouted, his voice brimming with excitement and a competitive edge.

PD Na turned to them, counting down as he had before, “1, 2, 3…”

“BLACKPINK,” Jun answered confidently, the name rolling off his tongue with ease.

Dokyeom jumped in, completing the guess with, “‘BOOMBAYAH!’”

A collective groan echoed as PD Na gave a shake of his head. “Wrong!”

Luna, seated beside Joshua, leaned closer, her voice a conspiratorial whisper as she asked, “Do you know?”

Joshua’s brow furrowed in thought before he sighed, “No, I don’t. Do you?”

Luna chuckled, her laughter soft but amused. “Nope.”

Meanwhile, Seungkwan and Hoshi were already up on their feet, bouncing with uncontainable excitement, arms raised high as they yelled their team slogan with almost exaggerated urgency, “Go Overboard For Show!”

Amused by their enthusiasm, PD Na gestured toward Hoshi with a nod. “Let’s start with Hoshi. 1, 2, 3…”

“HyunA,” Hoshi answered confidently, his voice steady.

Seungkwan was quick to follow, his answer sharp and certain. “‘I’m Not Cool.’”

“You got it,” PD Na confirmed with a grin, clapping his hands together in approval.

[This song will summon someone]

Seungkwan and Hoshi wasted no time, both striding to the front of the room with excitement shining in their eyes. As they prepared to launch into the dance, S.Coups’ expression turned pained, a low chuckle escaping him as he realized what was about to happen. He’d performed this dance once before on a show, and the memory seemed to both amuse and mildly torment him.

[As soon as he heard the title, he knew what was coming]

Noticing his reaction, several heads turned to him, their expressions expectant and slightly mischievous. Luna nudged S.Coups, her smile wide and encouraging. “Show them, Coupsie,” she said, her tone sweet but with a touch of teasing.

Beside her, Joshua joined in, leaning forward to gently push S.Coups. “Hurry.”

Dokyeom and Minghao joined the chorus of encouragement, each giving S.Coups a nudge until he found himself being all but pushed to the front, where Seungkwan and Hoshi were already absorbed in the opening moves of the dance.

[Summoned]

As the chorus hit, S.Coups, with his head slightly lowered in shyness, found himself nudged to the middle of Seungkwan and Hoshi. He moved to the beat with a mixture of reluctance and begrudging amusement, his dance moves a bit timid as he tried to follow along.

Meanwhile, Dokyeom was off to the side, his energy unmatched as he threw himself into the dance with wild abandon, each move exaggerated and filled with a contagious enthusiasm.

[Drawing attention]

Eventually, S.Coups shook his head with a shy grin, retreating back to his seat as the crowd clapped for him, clearly entertained by his effort. Dokyeom, however, continued dancing alongside Seungkwan and Hoshi, his energy seeming endless as he threw himself into each step.

When the song finally came to a close, Seungkwan took a step back, gesturing to Dokyeom with an exaggerated shake of his head. “I’m sorry, but why do we have an eel here?” he asked, his expression feigning confusion. “I thought he was an eel.”

Dokyeom broke into laughter as he returned to his seat, amused by the comparison, while the rest of the room burst into chuckles.

“No,” Luna chimed in with a grin, casting a playful glance at Dokyeom. “He’s like those dancing balloons.” She winked at Dokyeom, her smile warm and teasing.

Dokyeom laughed, nodding in agreement, clearly amused by the imagery Luna had painted for him.

Once everyone had settled back down, PD Na looked at S.Coups with a curious expression. “S.Coups?”

S.Coups looked up, slightly taken aback. “Yes?”

PD Na sighed, a hint of exasperation mingled with amusement in his voice. “I don’t even know how many times I’ve asked this question…” He paused for dramatic effect, eyes narrowing slightly. “What happened?”

S.Coups blinked, feigning innocence, his expression blank as he gave a small shrug, pretending not to know what PD Na was referring to. His silence only fueled the laughter around him, everyone clearly entertained by his act of cluelessness.

[Pretending not to know]

Before PD Na could continue, Mingyu leaned forward, clapping his hands as he urged S.Coups. “Do it alone. Come on,” he called out, his voice filled with playful insistence.

“Let’s go!” Dokyeom cheered from the side. “Show us!”

“Show us,” Mingyu echoed, adding to the chorus of encouragement.

S.Coups let out a reluctant sigh, slowly rising from his seat with a resigned smile. He moved to the front, glancing at the crowd as he demonstrated a single dance move, his hand waving in a vague imitation of the earlier choreography.

“This is all I know,” he said with a grin before quickly retreating back to his seat, the crowd erupting into laughter as he settled down, clearly relieved the ordeal was over.

[We demand a challenge]

Everyone was still buzzing from the previous round when Minghao, calm yet a bit on edge, leaned forward with a quick, quiet question. “Is this the last question?”

PD Na gave a small, almost suspenseful nod, his expression relaxed but knowing. “It’s the last one.”

The members perked up at his answer, a collective spark of determination passing through them. There was a shared energy, a silent agreement that this was the round they had to win.

The first instrumental beat hit, ringing through the air with a playful intensity. In an instant, Dino was on his feet, shouting his team’s slogan with a clear, confident voice: “Drink Less And Talk More!”

PD Na acknowledged Dino’s quick reaction and began the familiar countdown, his voice steady as he counted down, “1, 2, 3…”

Dino turned to Wonwoo, passing the responsibility with a simple glance. Wonwoo, already standing, didn’t hesitate. “Apink,” he stated, his voice calm but sure.

PD Na tilted his head, his tone quizzical. “By Apink.”

Dino’s brow furrowed, and he scratched his head thoughtfully, buying himself an extra moment.

Seungkwan, watching him intently, leaned forward, his voice insistent. “Pronounce it clearly. Exact spelling.”

Dino nodded and spoke with renewed certainty. “‘Only One’.”

PD Na gave a small shake of his head, his tone final. “Wrong.”

A disappointed groan came from Dino, and before he could sit back down, Dokyeom’s voice was already ringing through the air, his hand raised in a quick, enthusiastic wave. “I Get Worked Up And Lose My Temper Easily!”

PD Na turned to him with a small nod. “Team Worked Up.”

Jun took his cue, lifting his voice smoothly. “Apink.”

Dokyeom didn’t miss a beat, adding immediately, “‘Remember’.”

PD Na shook his head once more. “Wrong.”

Slogans echoed around the room as the members scrambled for their next chance, voices overlapping with their signature calls until Mingyu’s voice cut through with a loud, “Burp And Fart!”

The room stilled as PD Na nodded toward Mingyu, recognizing his turn. Mingyu started confidently, his voice clear. “Apink.”

PD Na gave a nod of acknowledgement as Mingyu glanced toward Jeonghan. Jeonghan answered with a playful grin, his voice measured. “‘NoNoNo’.”

PD Na shook his head, his voice firm. “Wrong.”

Jeonghan gave a small shrug, turning to Mingyu with a playful smile, his eyes twinkling with mischief. Mingyu shook his head with a smirk, sharing in the humor of their repeated failed guesses.

Still determined, Dino sprang up once more, calling out, “Drink Less And Talk More!”

PD Na gave him a patient look. “You had your chance already,” he reminded Dino gently.

Dino’s shoulders slumped as he sat back down, sulking a little as he folded his arms.

[PANDA is disappointed]

The chorus of the instrumental beat hit, and in that instant, Seungkwan and Hoshi couldn’t resist— they started singing along, their voices playful yet confident. Seeing his teammates so involved, Vernon jumped to his feet, raising his hand. “I Don’t Like Your Earrings!” he shouted, signaling their turn.

PD Na nodded, allowing Vernon to proceed. Minghao, standing with a quiet composure, stated, “Apink,” as if he already knew the answer.

With a point, Vernon spelt it out, “‘LOVE.’”

PD Na shook his head. “Wrong.”

Vernon’s expression turned incredulous, and he shook his head in disbelief.

“How could you get that wrong?” Seungkwan stepped forward, his voice steady and playful before he shouted, “Go Overboard For Show!”

[Professor Boo is hereto teach them a lesson]

PD Na pointed at him to go ahead. Hoshi didn’t hesitate. “Apink.”

Seungkwan took a brief, almost dramatic pause before spelling it out. “‘LUV,’” he announced clearly.

PD Na’s face lit up with approval. “You got it.”

Seungkwan didn’t waste a second, breaking into a victorious smile as he turned to Vernon. “Why is it spelled ‘LUV’ when they say ‘love’?” Vernon complained, sounding genuinely perplexed.

Ignoring him, Seungkwan simply walked up to the front with an easy confidence, starting the dance moves in front of Vernon, who couldn’t help but smile in reluctant amusement.

Not far behind him, Dino was warming up, stretching his arms and shoulders, ready to join in the dance. Seungkwan sidled up to him, a mischievous grin on his face as he leaned in close. “Dad,” he began, voice dripping with exaggerated innocence, “let’s go home after this.”

Dino caught on immediately, nodding with a serious expression, fully playing along. “Okay. This is the last one,” he replied, his voice filled with mock resignation.

Seungkwan continued, leaning into the bit with unrestrained glee. “Let’s go after this.”

“Okay,” Dino agreed.

With a small shake of his head, Seungkwan added in a final, dramatic tone, “My dad will stay here for a little more,” leaving Dino alone at the front as he backed away, casting Dino a playful smirk.

S.Coups, watching the whole exchange with an amused grin, called out in encouragement. “Let’s go!” he cheered, clapping his hands together as Dino took his place at the front.

[Prove that you're a big fan of Apink]

As the chorus hit, Dino launched into the dance with a surprising fluidity, each movement sharp and precise, as if he belonged in the choreography. He moved with such ease and energy that he seemed to embody the song’s original charm, each gesture and step filled with a playful dedication that had everyone laughing and clapping.

At one point, Dino spun to the left, locking eyes with the Jimmy Jib camera. Without missing a beat, he began dancing directly toward it, his moves exaggerated as he leaned in closer, earning loud laughter from his audience.

[Where are you going?]

The room erupted into cheers as he then spun to the right side, repeating the same move with the second camera, drawing even louder reactions from the members.

“Dino, good job!” Luna squealed from her seat, clapping her hands together in approval as Dino continued, his focus unwavering, until the chorus ended.

When the music finally faded out, the room filled with applause as Dino returned to his seat, his face flushed but smiling, clearly proud of his performance.

As Dino made his way back to his seat, a grin tugging at his lips, the others clapped him on the shoulder or gave him approving nods.

Dokyeom was the first to speak, eyes bright as he looked at Dino. “This is a really good song,” he said, the words heartfelt as he nodded along, clearly still humming the tune in his head.

PD Na smiled, nodding in agreement before raising a curious eyebrow at Dino. “Did the dance by the real fan,” he said with an amused glint in his eye. “Why didn’t you get it at first?”

From the seat next to Dino, Wonwoo gestured toward him, nodding knowingly as he interjected. “He said another track, am I right?”

Dino nodded quickly, his expression earnest as he explained. “Yes, it was in the other album.”

Seungkwan, leaning forward with a playful smile, couldn’t resist adding his two cents. “You meant ‘Only One,’” he said, giving Dino a knowing look.

Dino turned to him, his face lighting up as he nodded with enthusiasm. “That album is so good too,” he said, his voice filled with genuine appreciation.

As PD Na looked over the results with a gleam in his eye, he cleared his throat, and the room was hushed in anticipation. “Anyway, well done,” he said, offering a nod of approval to the group. “Now… the result is unbelievable. We were surprised too. We’ll start with first place.”

[The result announcement]

Instantly, the members’ heads turned in unison toward Seungkwan and Hoshi, who both straightened, excitement clear on their faces.

[It's obvious]

PD Na’s grin grew, and he continued, “Congratulations to Seungkwan and Hoshi.”

[1st place, Team Go Overboard For Show]

[They got 8 out of 24]

The two sprang to their feet with matching triumphant smiles, their hands intertwined and raised high in the air. The members erupted into cheers and applause, congratulating them with claps and whistles as Seungkwan and Hoshi, facing each other, broke into a victory dance, busting out exaggerated moves that had everyone laughing all over again.

PD Na waited for the laughter to die down before he continued, “This is what matters now. Guess who placed second.”

Seungkwan, with a teasing glint in his eye, looked around and echoed, “I wonder who placed second.”

“It could be us. We got four,” Mingyu muttered, leaning over to Jeonghan.

Jeonghan nodded. “It could be us.”

Minghao, glancing sideways at Vernon, chimed in quietly, “It could be us.”

Meanwhile, Luna leaned toward Joshua, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “It’s definitely not us,” she whispered, stifling a giggle.

PD Na’s voice cut through, naming the two teams that had tied for second. “Team Burp And Fart and Team I Don’t Like Your Earrings.”

[They both placed 2nd]

[2nd place, Team Burp And Fart and Team I Don’t Like Your Earrings]

[They both got 4 out of 24]

The announcement brought cheers from both teams, with Jeonghan, in a rare show of excitement, standing up with his hands clapping together.

[Getting up for the first time in 65 minutes]

Once the cheers had quieted, PD Na went on, “There are two for third place as well. Team Drink Less And Talk More, and Team We Are Too Perfect, It’s Annoying.”

[3rd place, Team Drink Less And Talk More and Team We Are Too Perfect, It’s Annoying]

[They both got 3 out of 24]

Luna and Joshua shared a high-five. “Good job,” Joshua said, giving her an approving smile.

Luna nodded, satisfied. “We did great.”

Joshua leaned closer, his voice just a whisper, “There’s still the MHP.”

Luna nodded, a glimmer of excitement in her eyes. “Right,” she murmured.

[Aiming for the MHP]

“For fourth place…” PD Na continued, glancing at his notes, “Team I Get Worked Up And Lose My Temper Easily.”

[4th place, Team I Get Worked Up And Lose My Temper Easily]

[They got 2 out of 24]

Dokyeom and Jun clapped, high-fiving each other as they celebrated. “Good job,” Dokyeom said to Jun, grinning.

Then, as PD Na turned to the remaining members, S.Coups gave Woozi a sidelong look and let out a low chuckle. “What were we doing?”

Woozi just shook his head in mock despair. PD Na raised his voice slightly to make the last announcement, unable to keep a grin from his face. “Woozi and S.Coups, you got nothing.”

[They got 0 out of 24]

Both of them sank back in their seats with exaggerated expressions of defeat, drawing laughter from the rest of the members.

PD Na, smiling, then went on to announce the MHP, or ‘Most Hip Players.’ He held up his hands to draw attention, adding suspense. “The MHP was a cut-throat competition. The production team agreed that it goes to Team We Are Too Perfect, It’s Annoying, and Team I Get Worked Up And Lose My Temper Easily.”

[A tie]

Both teams broke into applause, clapping for themselves with pride. Luna and Joshua exchanged a triumphant smile, while Dokyeom and Jun laughed, pleased with the outcome.

Hoshi nodded approvingly, giving them an enthusiastic thumbs-up. “I approve,” he said, clapping along with the rest.

Dino joined in the praise, looking at Luna, Joshua, Dokyeon, and Jun. “You were amazing.”

“They were good,” Minghao agreed, nodding toward them with a small smile.

[5 draw chances for 1st place, 3 draw chances for 2nd place, 2 draw chances for 3rd place, 1 draw chance for 4th place]

As the anticipation settled over the group, PD Na looked over to Luna and Joshua’s team, as well as Dokyeom and Jun’s team. “MHP winners get two additional draw chances,” he announced, raising his voice slightly so everyone could hear clearly.

Luna and Joshua exchanged pleased looks, and PD Na continued, “So, Luna and Joshua, though you placed third, you won MHP, so you get four chances in total.” The explanation made Luna and Joshua beam as the rest of the members looked on, nodding in approval.

[+2 draw chances]

Then, turning to Dokyeom and Jun, PD Na said, “The same goes for Dokyeom and Jun. You placed fourth, but you get two more draw chances, so that’s three chances in total.”

[+2 draw chances]

A round of applause erupted from both teams, with Luna clapping excitedly. “That’s better than second place,” she said, her voice ringing with satisfaction as her team members laughed in agreement.

“Yes,” Dokyeom chimed in, nodding at her with a big grin.

The two teams came together, clapping each other on the back in celebration as they united in their mini-victory.

PD Na shuffled and pulled out a large bag in his hands that contained the hopes, wishes, and prizes written by each team member, mixed in with sixty potential duds. The members’ attention shifted, and all eyes focused intently on the bag, watching as PD Na positioned himself at the front.

[The draw Producer Na’s holding contains each team's wish]

[Before the music quiz they were told to write their wishes]

PD Na held the bag steady and looked at the group with a smile. “After discussing with your colleagues, you all wrote something you want,” he began. His eyes scanned over the members, who listened intently. “Seungkwan and Hoshi, what did you write?”

“Your therapeutic variety show,” Seungkwan said confidently, making a few members laugh in anticipation of his usual passion.

“Like ‘Three Meals a Day’?” PD Na suggested, referencing his previous shows to clarify.

“Or ‘Wise Mountain Village Life’?” Dokyeom chimed in.

Seungkwan’s eyes lit up. “A chance to appear on your variety show.”

[All they care about is being on a show]

“SEVENTEEN?” Mingyu asked, raising an eyebrow with curiosity.

Seungkwan shook his head, grinning mischievously. “No, Seungkwan and Hoshi only.”

[They even care about the budget]

The group burst into laughter at his response, and Seungkwan gave a shrug, feigning innocence. “They can’t handle all fourteen people,” he explained, nodding toward PD Na. “I know you can’t.”

“It’s hard to divide fourteen people,” Wonwoo pointed out, laughing at the prospect.

Mingyu smirked, eyes narrowing in playful suspicion. “But what if… I draw the wish?”

Seungkwan was ready, nodding as if he’d thought of every angle. “So I wrote Hoshi and Seungkwan,” he clarified with pride.

“Then it’s no use,” Luna and Jeonghan said in sync, turning to Seungkwan with raised brows and a grin. The precision of their timing made the group laugh even louder.

“Right,” Mingyu confirmed, nodding at them both. “Whoever draws it takes it.”

[The person who draws it gets to appearon Producer Na's variety show]

Once the laughter settled, PD Na moved on. “Next, Mingyu and Jeonghan, what did you write?”

Jeonghan drew out a sigh, drawing the group’s attention with his usual dramatic flair. “I was jealous of Hoshi…”

“So,” Mingyu interjected, already smirking, “two hair dryers from Dyson.”

Their answer was so unexpectedly practical that it caught everyone off guard, and laughter erupted again.

[Practical shopping cart]

[Two opposite wishes]

“Just get it on your own,” S.Coups teased, shaking his head with a grin.

Jeonghan gave a playful shrug. “We decided to be practical.”

PD Na chuckled, nodding approvingly. “That’s very practical.”

Mingyu then deadpanned, giving Jeonghan a look of mock suspicion as he pointed in his direction. “That’s why he got up earlier.”

Jeonghan joined in, clapping his hands and mimicking his excitement from earlier, adding, “‘Oh, the hair dryer!’”

PD Na moved to Dino and Wonwoo, gesturing for them to share. “Alright, Dino and Wonwoo?” he asked, the curiosity in his voice sparking the attention of everyone in the room.

[What's Dino and Wonwoo's wish?]

“We love your shows, and we haven’t been on a trip in a while,” Wonwoo began with a small smile, setting the tone for their wish.

“Right,” Hoshi chimed in immediately, nodding in agreement as if endorsing their choice.

“So, SEVENTEEN’s ‘Youth Over Flowers’,” Wonwoo finished, his voice carrying a hopeful tone. At the mention of one of PD Na’s shows, where the cast is notoriously “kidnapped” by Na PD and whisked away on an unplanned adventure, the room is filled with enthusiastic applause and cheers, fully in support of the idea.

PD Na nodded, a knowing smile spreading across his face as he echoed, “Ah,” clearly appreciating the choice.

“They wrote SEVENTEEN,” Jun said with an approving clap, joining the excitement.

[They wrote a wish for SEVENTEEN]

“That’s nice,” Hoshi said with a grin, eyes twinkling with admiration.

“You’re so generous,” S.Coups added, seizing the opportunity to tease Seungkwan with a playful look.

“I hope that gets picked.” Luna chimed in, clearly interested in the concept of the show.

“They only care about themselves, but we care about everyone,” Dino said as he pointed at Seungkwan and Hoshi.

“Good. This is it.” Jun said.

Seungkwan’s eyes widened as he looked around the room, watching as their generous wish for a full group show continued to gather approval. “What… What does that make me?” he stammered, a mix of humor and disbelief in his expression as he looked at his teammate, Hoshi, and the others laughing.

[A man who cares about Producer Na and the budget]

“You're so kind.” Jeonghan told Dino.

“That's what you call a member.” Said Joshua.

“That's what we need for the team.” Followed by Jun.

[Everyone compliments]

“Seungkwanie is so cute,” Luna chuckled from her seat, observing the situation with amusement as she watched Seungkwan’s animated reaction.

“They even got all the questions on SEVENTEEN,” Mingyu said as he pointed at Dino and Wonwoo.

[Got all questions on SEVENTEEN]

Meanwhile, Hoshi, ever quick to take sides in the most entertaining way, grabbed his chair, lifting it along with him as he made his way over to sit next to Wonwoo, draping his arm around him in solidarity. “You’re so generous,” he told Wonwoo, patting him on the back with a wide grin as if they’d been teammates all along.

“What does that make me?” Seungkwan repeated, completely incredulous as the entire room burst into laughter.

“That’s what you call a team,” Hoshi declared, completely disowning Seungkwan as his teammate for a split second, much to everyone’s delight.

“You never know,” PD Na said with a chuckle, seamlessly moving things along as the laughter began to die down. “Vernon and The8, what did you write?”

Vernon looked over at Minghao, both of them smiling sheepishly. “We’re shy to say this, but we also want to appear on your show,” Minghao admitted. “We only wrote our names.”

“Alright.” PD Na nodded in understanding, barely able to contain his amusement as Hoshi moved back to his original seat next to Seungkwan, patting him on the back as if no divide had ever existed between them.

Mingyu looked over at Jeonghan, realizing the contrast in their own wish compared to the others. “That makes us look weird,” he muttered, half to himself, while Jeonghan looked unbothered.

“Only if you draw it, we’ll grant it no matter what,” PD Na reassured with a comforting smile, dispelling any worry.

“I hope we get SEVENTEEN’s ‘Youth Over Flowers’,” Seungkwan said, nodding in genuine excitement.

“Right. I only want that one now,” Luna agreed, nodding along with him, her expression reflecting her enthusiasm for the group wish.

[The next wish]

PD Na turned his attention to Woozi and S.Coups, a smile of curiosity playing on his face. “Alright, Woozi and S.Coups?” he asked, raising his brows expectantly.

Woozi leaned forward, his tone confident as he spoke. “To promote our new song ‘Super’, we want you to do a challenge,” he explained, his eyes gleaming with the mischief of his suggestion.

PD Na let out a pained chuckle, visibly wincing while the writers seated next to him clapped in delight, fully supportive of the idea.

[Mental breakdown]

“He needs to learn, right?” Jeonghan chimed in, his tone deadpan but a smile tugging at his lips as he pointed at PD Na.

“You need to learn the choreography,” S.Coups stated, crossing his arms as if daring PD Na to take on the challenge.

“You need to learn it thoroughly,” Joshua added with a grin, nodding his head in emphasis.

PD Na shook his head, his eyes wide as he feigned terror. “I noticed it has, like, sixteen moves in one beat,” he said, looking at them in mock despair.

The members broke into laughter at PD Na’s comment, each amused at his reaction to the notorious difficulty of Super’s choreography.

Woozi gave a small shrug. “I felt bad to write it, but I doubt we’d draw it,” he said, glancing at S.Coups with a half-smile.

PD Na hesitated, glancing at the camera, clearly uneasy at the prospect of having to perform such an intricate dance. “Well…” he started, his reluctance evident. “If you draw it. What’s impossible if we practice? We can do anything,” he finished, his voice trying to sound upbeat but betraying a hint of trepidation.

After a pause, PD Na straightened and turned his focus to the next team, shaking off the previous challenge as he looked over at Luna and Joshua. “Luna and Joshua, what did you ask for?” he inquired, folding his hands in front of him.

Luna leaned forward, glancing mischievously at Joshua before turning back to PD Na with a sly grin. “To increase the chances…” she began, her eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief.

Her grin widened as she spoke again. “Our team and Dokyeomie and Jun’s team decided to team up, and we wrote your challenge,” she said, gesturing toward both her team and Dokyeom and Jun’s team with an air of triumph.

[Wish collusion]

PD Na’s expression fell immediately, looking thoroughly defeated as he processed that the chances had now doubled. The writers clapped and nodded in excitement, unable to contain their enthusiasm for the twist. Meanwhile, the members erupted into laughter and applause, thoroughly impressed by Luna’s strategic move.

“If there are three, that raises the chance,” Dokyeom pointed out, his grin matching Luna’s as he raised his hand for a high-five.

Luna laughed as she high-fived Dokyeom, fully enjoying the cleverness of their plan.

[They're good at math]

PD Na, clearly desperate to reason his way out of the inevitable, held up his hands in protest. “Let me tell you. It might not help you promote your new song,” he tried to argue, his voice tinged with a last-ditch attempt to dissuade them.

But the members merely brushed him off reassuringly, waving away his concerns as they laughed even harder.

[We doubt it]

[Time to draw the wish]

[There are 7 wishes and 60 duds]

Finally, it was time for the SEVENTEEN members to draw their prizes. The anticipation was thick in the air, each member’s gaze fixed on the bag that PD Na held out with a careful yet taunting smile.

“This is it,” PD Na said, extending the bag of folded wishes and duds toward them. “It’s all about probabilities now.”

Dokyeom was the first to stand, moving to take the bag from PD Na with an air of readiness as the other members cheered him on. As he made his way back to his seat, S.Coups called after him with a grin, “Dokyeom, let’s be on ‘Youth Over Flowers’!”

“You have three chances,” PD Na reminded Dokyeom and Jun, leaning back with a look of mild dread.

“Mix well,” S.Coups encouraged, eyeing the bag in Dokyeom’s hands with hopeful determination.

Dokyeom grinned and shook the bag thoroughly, his expression amused and determined.

[Shaking as hard as he can]

“Kyeomie, no pressure, but you have to get the ‘Youth Over Flowers’,” Luna called out, making Dokyeom laugh at her particular phrasing.

Vernon nodded in agreement, crossing his arms with a small smile. “SEVENTEEN’s ‘Youth Over Flowers’ is a good idea.”

[Everyone wishes for 'Youth Over Flowers']

From the other end of the group, Jeonghan turned toward Mingyu, confusion creasing his brow. “What’s ‘Youth Over Flowers’?” he asked, leaning in with genuine curiosity.

Mingyu smirked knowingly. “It’s a therapeutic variety show,” he explained with a small nod.

“It’s your favorite,” Seungkwan chimed in, glancing knowingly at Jeonghan.

Jeonghan nodded, satisfied. “It’s my favorite,” he repeated with a soft smile.

With a confident grin, Dokyeom placed his hand in the bag, feeling around with his fingers for one of the small, folded pieces of paper. He held his breath, concentrating. “I think I can feel it,” he said, his voice carrying a spark of excitement as he finally picked one.

Carefully keeping it folded, he pulled his hand out of the bag. Jun, next to him, quickly reached in for their second chance, selecting his own folded paper. With a final determined look, Dokyeom took their third and last piece, holding the small bundle of their three slips in his hand.

They kept the papers folded tightly, awaiting the signal to reveal their fate. All eyes turned to PD Na, who looked around, seeing their eager faces and sensing the mounting tension.

“Seriously, it’d be great if we get ‘Youth Over Flowers’,” Seungkwan murmured, his voice hopeful.

“And?” PD Na gestured toward Jun, signaling him to open the first paper.

The group held their breath, leaning in as Jun slowly unfolded the paper. His face lit up in a burst of surprise, eyes widening as he looked at the slip, giving everyone a split-second pause of intense curiosity.

“Oh!” he exclaimed, the surprise and slight shock in his voice piquing everyone’s interest even further.

[What is it?]

PD Na’s face tightened with unease, eyebrows raised as he awaited the verdict. But then, Jun glanced at them with a shrug. “It’s a dud,” he revealed, the disappointment softened by his playful grin.

PD Na visibly breathed out in relief, a sigh that didn’t go unnoticed by the others, who chuckled at his reaction.

Beside Jun, Dokyeom had already begun to open his slip, anticipation clearly written on his face. Suddenly, he jumped to his feet, eyes wide in astonishment. “SEVENTEEN’s ‘Youth Over Flowers’!” he shouted, disbelief and excitement evident as he moved to the front, holding the paper up in triumph.

[No way]

A chorus of cheers erupted from the group, a mix of pure excitement and disbelief filling the air. Dokyeom, Jun, Seungkwan, S.Coups, Dino, and Mingyu all stood up, gathering around Dokyeom as he proudly held up the slip to the camera, displaying the words as proof.

From the seats, the remaining members were clapping, some in shock and others simply overjoyed by the sheer luck of the draw.

[No one can believe it]

“Really?! That’s amazing,” Luna breathed, watching the group in front as they jumped and cheered, each basking in the thrill of their unexpected win.

PD Na and his writers, on the other hand, looked up at the celebrating members, the reality of the situation dawning on them. They knew it would be an enormous production expense to take all fourteen members on the show. But the SEVENTEEN members were too lost in their excitement to care.

[The production crew are surprised]

“SEVENTEEN’s ‘Youth Over Flowers’!” Joshua cheered, joining in on the infectious energy.

“Dokyeom-ah, your luck is insane today,” Luna added, still slightly in shock at the odds they had overcome.

PD Na shook his head in disbelief, his expression baffled. “Is this true? Who wrote it?” he asked, his tone both incredulous and amused.

With a small smile, Wonwoo stood up, pointing at the paper in Dokyeom’s hand. “I wrote it,” he said, pride evident in his voice.

[Wonwoo wrote it and DK drew it]

“Let’s stop here,” Hoshi interjected with a laugh, as though calling it quits now that they had hit the jackpot.

“Forget about the rest,” S.Coups added with a grin, arms crossed as if to punctuate the statement.

“That’s all we need,” Minghao agreed with a nod.

“No, it’s not,” Luna countered, ever the voice of reason. “The challenge.”

Jeonghan nodded at her, seeing her point. “It’s even better if we keep going. There’s still the ‘Super’ challenge left,” he agreed, the pair locked in mutual understanding.

[The two greedy bunnies]

“Oh, you’re right. Geniuses, the both of you,” Hoshi remarked, clearly impressed.

“How many duds were there?” Wonwoo asked, glancing at PD Na.

“There were sixty duds,” PD Na replied, shaking his head in disbelief.

[DK managed to draw it in 2nd time]

Jeonghan turned to Dokyeom, giving him an approving nod. “Good job,” he praised, clearly impressed with Dokyeom’s draw.

“It’s like a drama,” Dino murmured, almost in awe.

[Even the drama won't go like this]

“Well done,” Seungkwan added with a grin, clapping Dokyeom on the back.

PD Na, realizing the challenge ahead, leaned toward his writers, his tone resigned. “I better talk to my company,” he murmured.

Jun, still high on excitement, laughed. “It’s meant to be.”

Luna nodded at him, still smiling. “It is.”

PD Na looked up, realization settling in. “It’s going to cost a lot. My goodness. We’ll have to rent a bus.”

[They have to worry about how to fool 14 people]

“You better set the date soon,” Hoshi urged with a grin, barely containing his laughter.

“Right,” Seungkwan agreed with an enthusiastic nod.

“We’ll cancel all other schedules,” Wonwoo added nonchalantly, making PD Na look at them with widened eyes.

“What?” PD Na laughed, shaking his head at the pressure they were now putting on him.

“We’ll make ourselves available,” S.Coups said, patting PD Na’s shoulder as though sealing the promise.

PD Na sighed, looking at each of them. “We’ll talk about it later. We always keep our promise,” he assured, finally giving in.

[We'll talk to your agency]

With that, the members broke into applause, all satisfied with the deal.

Once everyone had settled back down, PD Na turned to Jun, curiosity lingering in his gaze. “How about the last one?” he asked, gesturing to the unopened paper in Jun’s hand.

Jun carefully unfolded it, giving the room a brief flash of anticipation before he sighed, “Unfortunately, it’s a dud.”

With a small nod, PD Na turned toward Luna and Joshua. “Okay, Luna and Joshua, it’s your turn. Four chances for the MHPs,” he announced, a glimmer of expectation in his eyes.

Dokyeom, still riding high from his earlier win, handed the bag over to them with a grin.

Joshua took it first, shaking it thoroughly as Luna watched him with a steady, focused gaze. As everyone leaned in, eager to see the result, Joshua carefully reached in, plucking out two slips of paper before handing the bag to Luna, who mirrored his actions, drawing her two slips.

[2 draws each]

Joshua took the lead, unfolding his first paper. His face fell slightly, and he held it up for everyone to see. “It’s a dud,” he said with a disappointed chuckle. Undeterred, he moved on to the next one, only to shake his head as he looked at the paper. “Dud,” he confirmed with a sigh.

All eyes turned to Luna as she carefully opened her first slip. “Dud,” she announced, her tone calm and controlled, though a small smile played at the corners of her lips. PD Na let out another relieved sigh, visibly relaxing.

[Three duds]

Then it was time for the fourth and final slip. Luna’s expression turned stoic as she held the folded paper, everyone watching her intently. She turned the paper around, realizing it was upside down. Slowly, the familiar handwriting caught her eye— the flowing, almost calligraphic style unmistakably belonging to Jeonghan.

Which could only mean…

[What is it?]

Luna started chuckling, glancing up with a knowing look as she locked eyes with Jeonghan. “Two Dyson hair dryers,” she announced with a laugh.

A collective gasp filled the room, followed by a wave of delighted cheers. Jeonghan’s face lit up in sheer excitement, grinning from ear to ear as he clapped for her, while Joshua checked the paper and joined in the cheering.

“I don’t know why you’re excited. She and Joshua won it, not you,” Mingyu pointed out, chuckling at Jeonghan’s enthusiasm.

[He was the most enthusiastic]

S.Coups pointed at Luna and Dokyeom, a proud grin on his face. “The MHP luck is insane.”

As the cheers gradually subsided, Luna glanced back at PD Na, her brow creasing in consideration. “Wait, we can disregard this one since we already won the ‘Youth Over Flowers,’” she said, sounding thoughtful.

But before PD Na could even consider agreeing, Jeonghan’s voice rang out, clear and insistent. “No. Nana-ya, Don’t worry about it. Let them get it for you.”

[What?]

Laughter erupted from the members, disbelief coloring their voices. “Ya! Yoon Jeonghan, you’re really shameless. Noona already won you a Lego set earlier!” Seungkwan called out, shaking his head. “And, noona, you let him!” he added, sending the group into another fit of laughter.

Luna hid her face behind Joshua’s back, embarrassed, while Jeonghan leaned back in his seat, casually running his fingers through his long hair with a lazy smirk.

“It’s not that…” Luna started, her voice muffled, attempting to explain herself.

Joshua cut in with a pointed look in Jeonghan’s direction. “Ya! She’s my teammate. The other Dyson is mine.”

The room exploded with laughter, everyone entertained by the lighthearted bickering. PD Na looked on in amused disbelief, shaking his head at the scene unfolding before him.

“I just want Jiyeonie to win it,” Jeonghan stated smoothly, his tone too cool and composed to be entirely innocent.

[Excuses]

Luna met his gaze, and a realization dawned on her. “Ah… we’ll share?” she asked, understanding his meaning. A shared smile passed between them, and Luna nodded her tone firm. “Alright.”

She turned back to PD Na, her earlier offer of consideration now forgotten. “Forget what I said earlier… we won the Dyson,” she stated, her eyes sparkling with mirth.

[The greedy bunnies pt. 2]

The members burst into laughter, Seungkwan shaking his head in disbelief. “Those two are really shameless,” he chuckled.

PD Na could only nod, a grin of reluctant admiration spreading across his face. “Alright,” he agreed, shaking his head at their antics as the members clapped and laughed, basking in the chaos and camaraderie.

Once everyone had settled down from the previous round of excitement, the prize bag made its way across the room to Vernon and Minghao. The two shared a look of amusement as they reached in, each drawing out slips of paper in anticipation. Since S.Coups and Woozi hadn’t scored any points, they skipped their turn, leaving Vernon and Minghao with three draws. Minghao went first, unfolding his slip carefully.

“Dud,” Minghao announced with a small shrug before passing the next slip to Vernon.

Vernon, who was seated beside him, reached for the second paper. He glanced at it, and a faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “Dud,” he confirmed.

Minghao picked up the last slip with little expectation. He opened it slowly, glancing up with a nonchalant expression. “It’s a dud.”

[3 duds]

Everyone chuckled, and PD Na let out a sigh of relief, his expression a mix of disbelief and gratitude.

Next up, Dino and Wonwoo, who had two chances, drew with quiet determination. Dino was first, and as he opened his slip, he gave a slight nod before announcing, “It’s a dud.”

Wonwoo picked up the final paper from their turn, opening it with his usual calm demeanor. “Dud,” He confirmed, letting the paper fall as he shared a quick look with Dino.

“That’s a relief,” PD Na said, still looking slightly overwhelmed.

“It’s amazing that they managed to draw the prizes,” Wonwoo said, glancing in the direction of Dokyeom and Luna.

“Right. It’s never easy to draw it,” Woozi agreed with a small nod.

The bag then moved to Jeonghan and Mingyu, who shared a mischievous smile before each drawing a slip. Mingyu went first, pulling a paper from the bag and looking at it with a mixture of surprise and amusement. “Oh?” he exclaimed, raising his eyebrows.

Jeonghan looked over, curious. “What?”

With a deadpan expression, Mingyu turned the paper for everyone to see. “Dud.”

They laughed, and Jeonghan took his turn, carefully unfolding the paper. Immediately, he noticed the familiar handwriting on it— it was Luna’s, he gasped, recognition lighting up his eyes. Mingyu, who had leaned over to look, let out a shocked laugh, collapsing onto the floor in a fit of laughter.

“What?” PD Na asked, looking increasingly anxious.

Jeonghan held the slip up with a triumphant grin. “Producer Na’s ‘Super’ Challenge!” he announced, already standing up and striding toward PD Na to show him the paper.

[We never thought that was possible]

The room erupted, the cheers and laughter reaching a fever pitch as the members reacted as if they’d just won the lottery.

Luna sat with her hand covering her mouth, eyes wide in shock, while the others crowded around Jeonghan and PD Na, laughing and cheering, with Dokyeom even breaking into an impromptu dance to tease the producer.

PD Na, utterly stunned, could only stare at the slip in Jeonghan’s hand while his team of writers joined in the laughter.

Joshua came over to Jeonghan, glancing down at the paper with a grin. “Luna and I wrote this one. At first, it was a steam closet, but we changed it to raise the chances.”

[2nd, 3rd, and 4th places drew the big ones]

Luna leaned forward in disbelief, her gaze locked on the slip. “Ah, is it our paper?” she asked, stunned.

Joshua nodded, showing her the handwriting. “Yes, it’s your handwritting.”

Once the laughter died down, Jeonghan took his final slip, glancing at it briefly. “The last one is a dud,” he announced, still grinning.

“Have you done a challenge before?” Seungkwan asked PD Na, who shook his head, looking slightly dazed.

“No,” PD Na admitted.

“His first challenge happens to be ‘Super,’” Seungkwan laughed.

“Shall we stop here?” PD Na suggested with a chuckle, and everyone burst into laughter again.

[Not only the budget is gone, but he's also having a meltdown]

Finally, PD Na turned to Seungkwan and Hoshi. “Seungkwan and Hoshi, you placed first, so you can draw five,” he announced, handing them the bag.

Hoshi drew first, opening his slip with cautious excitement. “The first one… Dud.”

Seungkwan opened the next two at once, glancing at both papers. “They’re both duds,” he said, his voice tinged with disappointment.

Hoshi took the fourth slip, opening it quickly. “Dud,” he announced, letting out a sigh.

“One more,” S.Coups encouraged, hoping for one last win.

“Yes, one more,” Jeonghan chimed in with a grin.

Hoshi nodded, and Seungkwan drew the final slip. He opened it and immediately started giggling as he read the writing.

“What?” Jeonghan asked, all eyes on Seungkwan, who held up the paper with a mischievous smile.

“It’s our own wish to appear on PD Na’s show,” he said, earning an amused sigh and a nod from the rest of the group, while PD Na just stared at him, dumbfounded.

[They drew their own wish]

“Actually, let’s not do this,” Seungkwan said, shaking his head.

“Right. They overlap,” Hoshi agreed, chuckling.

[They decided to give up on it]

[They already got 'Youth Over Flowers']

“By the way, we picked the good ones,” Jeonghan said with a smirk, looking satisfied.

“We had five chances, but they got nothing,” Hoshi remarked.

PD Na shook his head, letting out a wry chuckle. “Anyway, I’ll need to talk to your agency about this.”

[The production crew shared the rest of the duds after the shoot]

With that, PD Na brought the segment to an end. “Good work, everyone. That was unbelievable,” he said, bowing his head slightly as the members clapped, bowing back and voicing their thanks.

The break began, with some members moving to head back to the green room, still reeling from the excitement, while others lingered on set, talking animatedly about their prizes. S.Coups gestured to Dokyeom, “Dokyeom, take a picture of ‘Youth Over Flowers.’”

Dokyeom nodded, reaching for his phone to snap a photo.

Meanwhile, Luna jumped up from her seat, a bright smile on her face, and skipped across the room toward Jeonghan. “I’m really excited for ‘Youth Over Flowers,’” she said as she slipped her arms around him from behind, resting her chin on his shoulder.

Jeonghan smiled, reaching up to caress her arms gently. “How did he manage to draw it? That was amazing.”

From across the room, Woozi’s voice drifted over, “How did you draw it? That was amazing.” he asked Dokyeom, genuinely impressed.

“We had all the duds,” Hoshi joked, pointing at Vernon, Minghao, Wonwoo, and Dino, who all laughed in response.

“The chance to draw a dud is definitely higher,” Woozi agreed with a knowing nod.

[They're still impressed]

The group continued walking around, chatting and laughing as they shared stories from the segment and captured pictures to commemorate the moment.

Luna, still hugging Jeonghan from behind, walked in sync with him as they slowly made their way toward the green room.

“You did such a good job back there,” Jeonghan murmured softly, tilting his head to glance at her over his shoulder. His tone was gentle, his expression warm as he looked at her with pride.

“Thank you. I had fun,” she whispered, pressing her cheek against his back, feeling the warmth of his praise.

Jeonghan chuckled, patting her hand. “I’m glad you had fun. I did too.”

Luna smiled, her cheeks tinged with a blush.

They continued their conversation, Jeonghan’s words filled with gentle affection as he showered her with compliments. His voice was soft, almost a murmur, as he cooed over her efforts. She held onto him tightly, savoring the warmth of his praise, and they walked out of the set like that, completely absorbed in each other.

Finally, Jeonghan glanced back, his eyes twinkling. “I can’t believe you won the Dyson.”

“It’s fate,” Luna murmured, resting her cheek against his shoulder with a contented sigh. “I think I surprised even myself.”

As they reached the open area outside, Mingyu stretched his arms, taking a deep breath. “The weather’s really nice,” he commented, glancing around at the bright sky. “Seungkwan, do you want to play foot volleyball?”

At that, Dokyeom broke into song again, belting out, “‘I love my team, I love my crew!’”

[That's DK again]

Nearby, Jeonghan, who had let Luna move in front of him so he could wrap his arms around her shoulders, asked, “Who’s on ‘Youth Over Flowers’?”

[Jeonghan doesn't watch TV]

“WINNER was on it before,” S.Coups answered, chuckling. “It’s a long-term project.”

“Is it really long-term?” Jeonghan asked with a grin as he looked down at Luna, pulling her a little closer.

“Yes,” S.Coups confirmed.

“That sounds like so much fun,” Luna said, her face lighting up with excitement.

Jeonghan smiled, leaning down slightly to press a quick kiss to the top of her head. “That’s great.”

“What does that mean?” Jun asked, curious.

“A long time,” Jeonghan clarified, content in his eyes as he looked around at his friends.

Jeonghan’s gaze softened as he looked at Luna, the warmth of her against his chest grounding him. “What about the South Pole? I want to visit the South Pole,” he said, his voice a little wistful.

Luna turned her head to look at him with a curious smile. “Why the South Pole and not the North Pole?” she asked, her tone light as she leaned back into him.

Jeonghan considered her question, then returned it with a teasing gleam in his eye. “Hmm, why the North Pole then?”

“Santa Claus lives at the North Pole,” Luna answered matter-of-factly, her response making him chuckle.

“Alright, alright. The North Pole it is,” he indulged her, his voice warm as he hugged her tighter, savoring the simple happiness of the moment.

The rest of the members continued to laugh and chat around the arena as they did their own thing, their easy camaraderie filling the space with energy and joy. But for Jeonghan and Luna, wrapped up in each other’s presence, it was as though they were in a world of their own.

As they stood there, Jeonghan could feel the day’s events fading into something distant, leaving only this moment— this effortless, quiet intimacy— as they walked toward the green room, hand in hand, preparing themselves for the upcoming segment.

[Please wait for 'Youth Over Flowers']

['Super' challenge is coming in Clip 3-2]

[To be continued in Clip 3-2]

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Smutty dom!Xavier (Sex Pollen Pt. 2)

This is part 2 of my Xavier smut series, On The Job Work Hazards: Sex Pollen Made Me Do It. Find part 1 here. You can read it without part one, but it would make more sense in the context of the story. It's also wild that this ended up being an 11k+ word series🤷‍♀️😎

Quick recap: After a battle with a flower wanderer, you and Xavier unexpectedly get a little frisky, and now you're going to finish what you started. Read on AO3.

Pairing: Shen Xinghui | Xavier / MC (fem! reader) Tags: Dominant!Xavier, fingering (f. receiving), oral sex, ass play (f. receiving), shower sex, consensual rough sex, roleplay (consensual non-consent) -- everyone is an adult, nobody gets hurt 😊

Title: On The Job Work Hazards: Sex Pollen Made Me Do It

I wasn’t quite sure how it happened - I had never been swept away and materialized with Xavier before (I didn’t even think it was possible), but we appeared in his apartment in seconds. I gripped his neck a little tighter, frightened of the subtle power he displayed. 

“Xavier…” I questioned, trailing off as I peered up into his face. His eyes were shielded by his bangs, and he wouldn’t meet my gaze. He just slowly released me, letting me slide down his body.

He tapped his watch, and there were beeps and alarms from both of our hunter units as we officially entered the decontamination protocol. In unison, we both took off the watches and set them aside. 

“Do you want to shower first?” he asked, voice quiet and restrained.

He didn’t want to meet my eyes, and I felt a little hurt. “I…did you change your mind?” I ask, a little hesitant but not quite sure how to read his body language. Just minutes ago, he seemed so confident and sure of what he - we - wanted. 

“No,” he said, startled, his eyes jumping up to meet mine. “I just didn’t want to pressure you in case you decided you…didn’t want…”

I sighed in relief, pulling out my ponytail and letting my hair fall down around my shoulders. I could see the bright yellow pollen still dotting my hair, skin and clothing. 

“Xavier, sometimes…” I shook my head lightly. “Look, I’d tell you if I didn’t want to. Haven’t I always been honest with you?”

“Sometimes too honest,” he agreed, nodding slightly. “It can hurt my feelings.”

I bit my lip, trying to stifle a smile. “Shaddup.”

“Like that,” he said.

“If you don’t take your clothes off and join me in the shower, I’ll definitely just go back to my apartment instead,” I replied, starting to unfasten the various buckles and straps on my hunter vest. 

His hands immediately got to work, quickly unfastening his buckles and zips, and just as I shimmied out of my vest and undershirt, he was already standing nude in front of me.

I gaped, my eyes drifting down his body in a slow, visual caress. His skin was so pale and smooth (practically hairless except for a few scattered dustings of ultra-light ash brown hair), but a pink flush had started at his cheeks and worked its way down his neck and shoulders. 

“You…” I gulped a little, watching his abs ripple as I stared at his body in awe. 

“Do you like it?” he asked, watching the expressions race across my face. He placed one palm on his belly before sliding it down, taking hold of his rapidly-hardening cock. I swallowed, a little breathless.

“Yes.” I tried to bite back a moan.

“Please take off your clothes, I want to see you too,” he said, his whispery voice more urgent now with his need. He didn’t step towards me, simply watching as my hands started moving once more. I bent down to slide off my boots and socks, and pushed my pants and underwear down over my hips. 

As I stood back upright, he appeared in front of me, the heat radiating off of his skin and warming mine. I could feel goosebumps race over my flesh, and his masculine scent and the soft rustle of his hair twined around my body. I had never wanted someone the way I craved him.

“Touch me,” I half-begged, half-demanded. My nipples hardened in the slightly cool air conditioning. 

He reached out, trailing one finger across delicate collar bones before dipping down to trace along the curves of my breast. Using one finger, he scraped gently over one nipple. I inhaled quietly, my head tipping back slightly as he used his fingernail to scratch along the surface again, and then for a third time. My sensitive flesh tingled, red and slightly puffy.

“Your mouth too?” I wanted it to be a command, but it came out pleading instead. 

“Hm,” he said, neither a yes or a no, simply shifting a little closer. He knew what I wanted, and where I wanted his mouth, but instead, he barely moved to allow his chest to brush delicately against mine, the heated touch of his skin almost like fire to my sensitive flesh. 

His hand drifted away from my nipple, instead sliding down my ribcage and settling at the small of my back. He lowered his head, his soft hair a gentle caress against my cheeks and neck, and he pressed a small kiss to the underside of my chin. 

I tried to bite back the whine of dismay, lifting my chin a little higher to encourage him to trail down my neck and shoulders, but he didn’t move. His tongue darted out to take a lick, and then another, the soft, slick muscle a hint of things to come. I pressed my thighs together unconsciously.

“You said you wanted to be fucked…and then loved. Is that right?” Xavier asked, his voice somewhat muffled against me. 

“Yes,” I whispered. “That’s what I want.”

“Then I’ll need to get you ready,” he murmured, pressing another gentle kiss to my neck before he stepped back, holding out one hand. “Come with me.”

I eagerly placed my hand in his, letting him tug me into the spacious, cream-colored bathroom. His apartment was a lot nicer than mine, but I didn’t stop to take in all the details, just watching as he flipped on the switch in the shower to warm up the water. He let me go to get a thick towel, and I was a little amazed at the casual confidence in his nudity. But I supposed if I had his body (and other gifts), I’d be pretty confident as well. 

“Let me brush my teeth first,” I said, watching his tight little ass clench as he opened a drawer and pulled out a new toothbrush for me. I got to work while he hung up the towel on the hook next to the shower door, and he motioned me inside after testing the temperature. I stepped into the spray, the hot water a welcome jolt after the sudden coolness of the apartment following an energetic battle.

“Xavier,” I murmured, unaware of how affectionately I said his name as he soaped up his hands and started stroking up and down my body. My neck and shoulders, arms, breasts and hips, he left no part of me untouched. He knelt down in front of me, soaping my legs, but his eyes were glued to the curves and folds between them. He toyed with the small patch of soft, dark hair I had trimmed right above my pussy.  

“I like this,” he said. “You are…perfect.”

I blushed furiously. “You don’t-” I started to say before he cut me off.

“I’m not being polite, and I’m not lying. You are so beautiful.”

I shivered, the feel of his calloused hands rubbing up and down my legs sending a jolt of pure pleasure through me. He dipped me back into the water to rinse off.

“Let me wash you too,” I said, reaching for the soap.

“Next time, honey,” he promised thickly. He washed and rinsed himself off with record time, thrusting his head under the spray and scrubbing his hair roughly as I moved out the way to give him room. 

I laughed as he rushed, the warm steam in the shower adding the hazy, almost surreal experience. I could hardly wrap my head around how we just shifted from partners to lovers in less than an hour. 

He suddenly spun around, wrapping his arms around me and tugging me closer to his body, resting me against his chest and my stomach pressed against his eager, straining cock. 

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” he said, staring down intently at my surprised face, his blue eyes so dark they looked almost black. 

“So long?” I asked, a little disoriented, but he didn’t answer me, instead lowering his head and pressing his lips against mine. I parted my lips on instinct, awash in sensation as his tongue slicked along my bottom lip and entered my mouth. Our tongues tangled together; he deftly rubbed the roof of my mouth, skimming over my teeth, and even coaxed my tongue to follow his back into his mouth. I returned the favor, the feel of his thin, sweet lips on mine and his breath panting into my mouth as we exchanged fervid kisses. 

I could feel him, hot and trembling against my belly, and I undulated against his hardness in an unspoken invitation. 

“Turn around and put your hands against the wall,” he commanded, his voice tight and low. “Spread your legs, honey.”

I did as he asked, in no mood to play any games, and I bent forward, resting my palms against the cold tile. My excitement rose when I heard him kneel behind me. He spread the cheeks of my ass, exposing me to his gaze.

I whimpered, clenching a little in nervousness, but he just hushed me with a gentle hum. “That’s it, honey, just like this. I’m going to taste all of you now.”

It was indecent the way his voice caused an almost visceral reaction, my pussy damp and excited. 

“You’re so pretty, so pink and wet,” he said huskily, trailing his lips over one cheek and then the other. He suddenly nips me hard, and I can feel a blooming warmth from the bite. I groaned, my head lowered as I shifted back, hips arched and begging for his mouth. 

“Please,” I whispered, body aching. The arousal that had begun following our battle came roaring back with a vengeance. 

He trailed long, slender fingers up the damp slit of my pussy, his thumb rubbing a slow, meandering circle on my clit before sliding back down once more. The puffy folds were so sensitive, pink and flushed from my excitement, and tingled with every gentle stroke of his fingers. 

I moaned, unable to help myself, arching my back and spreading my legs a little farther apart. 

“Good girl,” he murmured softly, lips still pressed against the soft curve of my butt as he watched his fingers play in the damp folds, spreading them apart to expose my wet, quivering pussy. He grunted, obviously pleased, as he tugged playfully on one little fold.

“Why are you teasing me?” I grumbled, pressing my forehead against my hands. “I didn’t tease you like this.”

He immediately shifted, nipping a little harder and pulling back to admire the mark. “Alright, honey. I hear you.”

He immediately strengthened his strokes, going from light, playful touches to a more demanding tug. Using two fingers, he pinched my clit, massaging it with his calloused fingers in an undulating motion, tugging at the swollen hood.

I gasped, rocking back before pressing forward into his grip, pressing my clit more firmly against his fingertips. I could feel my body clenching in pleasure, empty and unfilled. 

“Xavier, gods, please,” I sighed in pleasure, the edge of a moan in my words. 

“That’s it, use my fingers. I’m going to get you nice and wet for me, okay?”

I shivered, pleasure racing down my spine and pooling between my legs. I could feel how damp and sticky my thighs were, the shower spray a distant hum of white noise. 

“Yes, yes,” I panted. “Please.”

He let go of my clit, trailing those deft fingers back up my slit, circling the quivering hole and coating his fingers with my wetness. Using one finger, he dipped inside, just barely breaching me before pulling back out. I groaned before gasping when he sunk his finger back inside a little deeper, working me open.

With his other hand, Xavier spread my cheeks, fingering the tight little bud of my ass that I had only ever considered something shameful. My cheeks flamed in embarrassment at the whine of ridiculous pleasure that escaped from me when I felt him circling the little ring.

“Oh, no, I-” I started to say before my words were cut off. He had pressed a finger more tightly against my ass, not breaching me, but the pressure had me clenching even tighter around the finger he was pumping inside of me.

“You like it,” he murmured, as if a little surprised but very pleased. I could tell he was turned on, his voice a little raspy now. 

“I’ve never…” I couldn’t finish the sentence as he slipped a second finger inside my pussy, curling and stroking the soft, quivering flesh inside. I breathed heavily, panting, my body bowstring tight. It had been a long time since I’d had a lover, and I was used to my own slim fingers or a vibrator. His fingers were deceptively long, filling me in a way I never could before. 

“Yes, oh my gods, yes, feels so good,” I moaned. “Give me another.”

He followed my orders this time without argument, slicking a third finger and easing it inside of me with a slow, steady pump. I felt full now, almost too full, and I loved it. I arched and pressed back, back against his fingers and the hand he used to stroke my ass. 

“That’s it, honey, just like that.”

For a moment, I thought I’d come just from his words, but suddenly, I could feel his tongue burrowing next to his fingers, licking around them as he continued to thrust them, slowly but steadily, into my pussy. I could hear tiny gulps, as if he were drinking nectar, a hum of pleasure vibrating his chest as he captured every droplet. 

I started shaking, my legs quivering as I could feel the wave of pleasure starting to crest. I wanted to come so bad, but at the same time, stretch it out just a little longer, the feel of his fingers and tongue fucking into my pussy about to drive me over the edge. 

“Oh, y-y-yes,” I stuttered, my hips writhing back on his fingers and mouth. I pressed my forehead even harder against my hands braced on the tile. Suddenly, I felt his mouth disappear, and I whimpered in loss, before a sudden exhale shook me as I felt his tongue tracing around the bud between my cheeks. 

I gasped, the filthy image of his tongue buried between there immediately raced through my mind, and the slick, deft tongue he used to press against my flesh shot me into orbit. I climaxed so hard I saw stars, my body gushing and clenching around his fingers and tongue. I cried out, sobbing and rocking back onto his hands. I could feel the fluid racing down my legs as each throb of my orgasm rocketed through my body. 

Tears streamed down my cheeks as I wailed, his mouth furiously licking and sucking as his fingers thrust into my harder and faster, chasing and extending my orgasm. 

“X-X-Xav-Xavier,” I stammered, my tongue heavy and tired as I finally started to come down and he pulled away, my legs trembling and almost giving out. He caught me in strong arms, holding me tightly against him, my back pressed to his chest. I could feel his dick throbbing where it nestled between my buttcheeks.

“You did so good, honey. That’s it, just breathe,” he said softly, burying his face in my neck as I tried to steady my breath. 

“That…that was…amazing,” I said, still somewhat breathless, but I stretched in pleasure, lifting my hands to drape over his neck as he stood behind me. 

“We’ve only just begun,” he replied, somewhat cheekily I noticed with a lifted eyebrow, but he sounded so happy that I let it slide. 

“Let’s finish up here, I want you in my bed,” he murmured as he lifted his head. We stood there for a few moments longer just cuddling closer. 

I stepped back into the spray, hastily washing away some of the slick between my thighs, my body still a little shivery with aftershocks. He watched me, soaping up his hands and sticking them in the spray around me, rubbing over my tummy as the water sluiced down our bodies. 

He stepped back, reaching outside the glass door to grab our towels as I turned off the spray, and we dried off in comfortable silence. I giggled a little as I bent over, towel drying the damp strands of my hair and swiping down my legs.

“Why are you laughing?” he asked, his voice questioning. 

“I just thought it was a little funny that this morning, I woke up with no idea that we’d be…uh…together like this,” I said, smiling as I flipped back my hair and wrapped the damp down around my body. He hadn’t bothered, just hanging the towel back up and stepping out of the shower nude. 

He walked casually to the sink, swishing a little mouthwash as he stared at me in the mirror. After he had finished, he lifted his head to watch me drape my towel on the hook next to his and saunter out into the bedroom. I caught a glimpse of something soft, but shuttered, in his eyes. I wondered what he was thinking about…but it wasn’t the right time to ask, not when we both had something else on our minds. 

I collapsed on his unmade bed, sprawling on the sky blue bed sheets and his fluffy white comforter bunched up under my hips. When I flipped onto my belly, I could smell the scent of him in the pillows and sheets, sweet and sugary (telling on his probable affinity for eating candy in the bed), and his warm, inviting scent. 

He paused when he walked into the room, a clean towel in his hands that he threw over the footrest at the end of the bed as he watched me wallowing in his sheets. I wanted to leave a mark of my own scent behind, I thought, so that after I left, he would be reminded of me perhaps. 

He crawled onto the bed, kneeling beside me, and ran his hands up the back of my thighs and over my butt, his fingers digging in a little as he traced them up to my shoulders. I wiggled a little, sighing as he trailed over my ribs and spine, and laughed at the ticklish sensation. He laid down beside me, moving the hair off my neck and giving me a gentle kiss, his chest pressed against my arm and back as he hovered over me. 

“Xavier,” I murmured quietly, turning my head towards him as he propped himself up on one arm. The other hand smoothed up and down my back, hands warm against my skin. 

“Yes?” he asked, watching his fingers as they tickled along my hips. 

“It feels good,” I answered, stretching a little into the caress. 

He hummed a little, thoughtful and quiet as he touched every part of me that he could reach. I flipped over, watching his hand trail along my skin as I moved, and it settled just under the dip of my belly button. 

“What do you want me to do to you?” he asks in a low, rumbling tone - quite a departure from his usual whisper-soft voice. I liked the difference, knowing that I was hearing it because he was turned on and just as attracted to me as I was to him. 

“Hmm,” I said thoughtfully, reaching up to rub his cheek, swiping a finger over his parted lips. He captured my finger between his teeth in a gentle bite before letting me go. “I want your mouth, your teeth and tongue and fingers, and I want your cock pounding into me while I come. I want my legs over your shoulders, I want you to fuck me from behind, I want to be on top of you and ride you until you think you might die.”

I smiled naughtily. “I guess I’m saying, I want it all.”

“That’s a long list for tonight, but I’ll see what I can do,” he answered casually. I gulped.

“It doesn’t have to be all at once,” I muttered. I draped my arms over his neck, tugging him closer. 

“Can I kiss you?” he asked.

“Haven’t we already kissed?” I questioned back, smiling.

He just watched me, hovering above me propped on one arm, the other tracing over one nipple before pinching it. 

“Yes,” I hissed, lifting my head in a silent beg for his mouth.

He smiled, a small one but there in the soft corners of his lips, and lowered his mouth to mine. Before today, we had never been this close, this intimate, but we were rapidly learning each other's likes and dislikes. I liked it when he nipped at my bottom lip before soothing it with his tongue, his mouth neither too wet nor too dry against mine. He liked it when I sucked at his top lip, licking along the seam of his mouth before my tongue dipped inside. 

I breathed out a happy sigh when he pulled away, his nose nuzzling along mine as we breathed together. I combed my fingers through his damp hair, brushing the bangs back so I could see his face.

“I know a little about what you like,” he starts, his voice quiet and restrained. “What do you not like?”

I wasn’t really sure how to answer. How could I admit how generally normal my sex life had been? A few short-lived relationships when I was at the university, and one or two dates after I joined the hunter’s association didn’t make for an exactly thrilling love life. 

Maybe he could see the conflict, or confusion, in my expression, because he gave me another quick, deep kiss before pulling away again. “How about this? Are you okay if I play a little rough?”

“How rough are we talking about? I don’t want any blood,” I said, staring up at him. 

“I won’t hurt you like that,” he soothed, brushing a hand over my face, and tugging gently on a lock of dark hair. “Did you like what I did before? Bites and…” he paused, pinching my nipple again, but a little harder this time.

I gasped, nodded, and said “yes” on a long exhale. My nipple felt a little sore, but the pleasurable tingles overrode any discomfort. He leaned over, sucking the abused nipple into his mouth, pulling strongly at it. I grabbed his head, cradling him against my breast, and jerked when I felt his teeth clamp lightly over the tip. The grip got steadily harder, though, and I could feel a flash of pain and pleasure clouding my mind. I jerked, shudders wracking my body. He tugged at it once more before pulling away with a soft little pop as he let me go.

It was flushed red by his mouth, and I shivered, the damp skin prickling as he puffed a warm little breath over my breast. 

“It seems you like a little pain with your pleasure?” he asked, but I could tell he already knew.

I nodded. “Not…not a lot,” I said, a blush on my cheeks. “But I like how you make me feel.”

“I’ll check in with you, okay? If you feel like it��s too much, I want you to say something. Green means you’re good, yellow means we need to take it slow, and red means no more. Got it?”

I nod. “Got it.” He was much more experienced with this than I was, I noticed. I tugged him down, brushing my lips over his. “What about you? What do you like?”

He smiled, catching his bottom lip between his teeth before he let go. “Hmm, that’s a conversation for another day. This is all about you, honey.”

I pouted, my lips pursing. I didn’t like that answer, but he swept me into another deep, searing kiss before I could argue. I slumped back to the bed once he released me, panting. 

He lowered his head, nipping along my neck to the meat of my shoulder, using his teeth in a slightly harder bite. I grunted, writhing and feeling trapped by his teeth but incredibly excited. I’d never had another lover bite me like this - sure, a few love nips, but this was an actual bite. I could feel the imprint of teeth when I rubbed a hand over it, my mind a little hazy at the tender sensation. 

“What color, honey?”

“Green,” I said, digging my head into the pillows and arching my neck in blatant invitation. 

“Good girl,” he murmured, resuming his exploration. He slipped down my body, his mouth licking and sucking along the curves of my breasts before baring his teeth and biting down once more. A little harder this time, and as he released the clamp of his teeth, he sucked the flesh tightly into his mouth, his tongue licking along the trapped flesh. He was leaving a mark this time, an angry red bordering on purple. 

“Oh, yes,” I moaned, the release of his mouth sending tingles shooting through my body, endorphins rushing to fill the space where pain had once been. He chuckled darkly, his face pressed between my breasts as he reverently kissed each mound. 

“That’s it, I want to hear you even more.” 

He went on, his hands and lips skimming over my body. I felt like there was no inch left unmapped, and I was panting by the time he finally knelt between my legs. He lifted one of my legs, propping it on his shoulder and rubbed his hands firmly from my ankle to my knee. He turned his head, biting the meat of my calf, but not enough to leave a mark. 

“I’m going to use my fingers until you’re nice and ready for me, honey, and then I’m going to put your legs over my shoulders and fuck you deep into this mattress.”

I watched as his eyes locked on my pussy, now exposed with one leg thrown over his shoulder. I bent the other knee, digging my heel into the mattress and opening myself up to his gaze. I gripped the sheets since I couldn’t reach him, my body already aching and ready.

“Please,” I shamelessly begged. “Hurry.”

He tutted, a small sound, but I could see the smile in his eyes. “I don’t want to rush,” he said softly, his eyes lowering as he surveyed my body under his. “I promise I’ll make you feel good.”

He reached down, gripping his cock with one hand as he knelt between my legs, his long, slim fingers wrapping around it. He stroked it, almost casually, as he watched me undulate with barely suppressed need.

“Xavier, you’re teasing me,” I pouted, my eyes glued on his hands. I swallowed hard, remembering the taste and feel of him in my mouth. His eyes were dark as he watched me, and I could tell he was practically reading my mind.

“Next time, I want you on my face while you suck my cock,” he sounded a little pained, watching as I licked my lips. 

I nodded fervently, fists clenching in the sheets. “Please,” I begged again, trying to spread my legs even wider.

He didn’t tease me anymore, releasing his cock to grab my thigh as the other hand stroked up and down my damp slit. His thumb pressed against my clit, circling, while his fingers slowly dipped into my pussy. I was still wet from the play in the shower, no resistance against his entrance, so he easily added a second finger. He stretched me gently, curling his fingers and stroking that soft, spongy spot that had me groaning in pleasure.

His fingers curled and pressed forward, before he paused and went still, the pressure high and tight. I tried to wriggle my hips, arching and squirming. “Xav,” I whined, “keep moving.”

Instead, he lifted his second hand, two fingers clamping on my clit again, and between the pressure on my clit and in my pussy, I could feel myself rapidly building towards another climax even without extra stimulation. I moaned, thighs quivering. “I’m close,” I panted. 

He massaged his fingers before releasing the pressure on my clit, and I could feel the blood rushing back into the tender area. He added one more finger, three buried deep as he curled and stretched me a little more before he finally lined himself up between my legs.

“You ready, honey?” he asked, voice tight and sultry, his pupils blown wide as he looked down at me. 

“Yes, yes, yes,” I chanted, canting my hips up. I could feel the stretch in my hamstrings and thighs as he pulled my second leg over his other shoulder, my butt cradled between his thighs as he centered himself. He tilted forward, curling over me, and eased himself into my body in pulses. Pushing forward, withdrawing, over and over as he opened me up to fit his cock. I instinctively tightened as he bottomed out, wanting him to stay inside deeper, longer, filling me up.

He grunted, hips pulsing forward in a slow, methodical roll. I could feel him pressing against me, full and deep, and it was almost painful how good it felt. I threw my head back, gasping his name. 

“Give me your color, baby,” he ordered, “because I’m going to start now.”

“Green,” I promptly replied, thighs clenching in excitement. 

Without holding back, he spread his knees wider for better traction, one arm wrapped across my legs and the other braced beside me as he leaned over, and I felt him pull back and thrust in, hard and deep and fuck, it hurt so good, I cried out. 

He picked up an almost brutal pace immediately, his cock rubbing against the sensitive walls of my pussy with the angle. All I could feel were short, sharp thrusts before he pumped into me so deep I could feel him against my cervix. Each movement sparked a rough drag against my clit, sending a shockwave through my belly. 

I couldn’t even speak, my throat tight as I panted for breath. He kept thrusting, but it wasn’t mindless, it was with precision on just how deep he knew I could take it. And that faint edge of pain dissipated when he suddenly shifted, the edges of his cock now rubbing against that perfect spot inside of me with each thrust.

I went nova. I clenched my pussy, tight like a vise around his cock, demanding more. My fingers were digging into the mattress, and I could hear the faint tearing sound of the sheets. Tears leaked from my eyes as I was rapidly overwhelmed by pleasure, his cock pumping into me at a steady pace as soon as he realized he had gotten the perfect angle. 

“Y-y-y-yes,” I tried to say, teeth chattering. All I could see were his shoulders arched above me, blocking out the light as he fucked me into the mattress, just as he promised. I was locked down tight, unable to get any leverage to push back against his thrusts. 

I was almost insensible. “Harder, fuck me, yes, fuck, harder,” I tried to demand, but I don’t know if he could even understand me. He didn’t change his tempo, though, no matter how much I wanted him to go even deeper, his cock spearing into me over and over again. 

I reached up with one hand, scrambling for purchase at his shoulder, and he curled over, my body rolled up even tighter, legs trapped as he fucked me now even deeper than before. Every thrust was winding me up even tighter. 

I dug my nails in, scratching at him in my mindless pleasure. Warmth coiled between my legs, trembling from the stretch, and suddenly, I clamped down. Spasms and waves of pleasure burst forth, and I could hear the sound of his cock fucking into my clenching, wet pussy. 

I cried out, tears streaming from my eyes, mouth open as I panted and gasped for breath, my entire body shivering with white hot flashes of heat and electricity from one of the most powerful orgasms of my life. He held me firmly, and I was unable to move away even as I began to grow more sensitive, but my climax kept cresting over and over again, unending, as he continued to thrust into my flexing pussy. My clit was overstimulated and sensitive, red and flushed as it dragged along his cock. His eyes were locked on me, tracing over my face and body obsessively. 

I tried to writhe from the pleasure, but I couldn’t move, and excitement continued to flood me as I realized he had me exactly how he wanted me. There was nothing I could do. I sobbed, pleasure hazing my thoughts, and I felt like I was going to pass out. 

“Color,” Xavier demanded harshly, sweat peppering his hairline and glistening on his chest and shoulders as he maintained his rhythm. 

“Y-yellow?” I say somewhat questioningly. I was having a hard time catching my breath, and I knew as I came down from my orgasm I was going to be very sensitive, but I didn’t want to stop.

He hummed, slowing down though still pulsing inside of me, more gently now. “Let’s try this,” he says, and carefully pulls out. He lets my legs fall free and helps me flip over to my belly.

“On your knees, honey,” he coaxes. “That’s it, good girl. Rest your head on the bed, but lift your hips. There we go.”

The praise is…honestly, it was really doing it for me. I blushed and hid my face in the ragged sheets as I got into the new position, lifting my hips and arching my back. I turned my head a little, glancing over my shoulder.

Xavier was flushed, face and chest pink, damp from exertion and control. He was mind bogglingly gorgeous, the ropey muscles of his arms tight as he gripped my hips and abs clenched as he braced himself behind me.

I can feel the traces of my orgasm dripping down my thighs, damp and flushed as I move my legs further apart to let him slide more closely behind me. He stroked one hand over the curve of my butt before he drew back his hand and swatted me. I was more surprised than hurt, the slight sting of his palm print vividly red against the pale skin of my butt.

I gasped, rocking forward.

“Color, baby,” he reminded me.

“Green, very green,” I said, voice muffled in the sheets as I clench my hands.

He slapped my butt again, not any harder, but this time on the other cheek for a matching handprint. I bit down on my hand to smother my desperate whines. He didn’t go any further, just lined himself up and slowly sunk back into me, my pussy clenching around him as if to suck him in further.

He slipped a hand around my waist, his fingers dropping to rest over my clit. Not a lot of pressure, just a teasing stroke as he began to pick up his pace. He held on to my hip with his other hand, controlling our rhythm.

I groaned, my face turned to the side as I tried to breath through the sensitivity. I hardly ever went through the effort of multiple orgasms when it was just by myself, and I felt a little rusty. I bit my lip in stifled amusement at the thought, though I caught him tilting his head as he watched me, the slap of our flesh getting a little louder. 

“So good,” I whispered, allowing myself to sync into the feeling of his body against mine, the heat of his skin, the thickness of his cock slipping deeper into my body. I shivered, a little tired and sore, but the ache seemed to heighten the slow deluge of pleasure.

“One more time, honey,” Xavier murmured gently behind me, his hips smoothly rolling forward, sinking into me. I was so wet, the slick glide of our bodies audible in the otherwise quiet bedroom. 

“I-I can’t,” I said, tear tracks still damp on my cheeks. Almost as if mesmerized, he stretched out on top of me, leaning down to press along my back, licking tenderly at the tears of pleasure still dripping down my face. 

He braced himself over my back, his hips still pumping, and I could feel the soft skin of his testicles brushing my ass each time he bottomed out. He was sticky with my orgasm, the scent of my body and my pleasure filling the room. He inhaled deeply, eyes like midnight, pupils blown in pleasure. He tweaked one of my nipples playfully, before pinching it harder a second time.

“You can, I know you can,” he answered, his voice whispery soft and seductive. 

“No,” I whimpered. “I really can’t.” But I clenched around his cock, wet and needy and sore. I needed more. As if uncontrollably, he fucked me harder, deeper, groaning as I caught him off guard. 

I realized what had set him off, and I hid my grin as I turned my face briefly away from him. I gave a faint struggle, whispering a soft “green”, before I raised my voice.

“No, Xavier, please, I’m too sore. I can’t,” I cried, letting out a little sob as tears welled in my eyes a little more. I could feel the sheets under my cheek growing damp. I struggled as if to try to pull away from him, twisting and reaching forward towards the headboard with one hand. 

He growled, a flush spreading down his chest as I felt him get impossibly harder inside of me. Gods. I’d never done anything like this before, but I was so turned on, I could feel my thighs stained with my slick. 

“No, don’t,” I said, struggling a little harder, my hands scrabbling for purchase against the mattress. He gripped my hips so hard, I knew I’d probably have bruises in the shape of his fingertips, and fuck, it was so deliciously bad. He stretched out on top of me, pressing me deeper into the mattress now, gripping my wrists in one hand.

“Take it, baby, I know you can handle it.” He nipped my earlobe hard before sucking it into his mouth, laving his tongue around the shell of my ear. He had me pinned down, splayed underneath him, and finally let go.

He fucked me hard, losing any gentleness he had remaining. I cried out, my body quivering from the bombardment, sensitive and on fire. He angled so deep I could feel him tight and hard, and I was stuffed full. 

“Ah, ah, ah-” I panted with each thrust, my voice muffled as I pressed the side of my face into the mattress. He wrapped one arm under my waist, holding me tightly against him as he abruptly lifted one knee, my leg hooked around his, changing the angle until…

I sparked, spasming around his cock, squealing as I felt a release of fluid. I screamed into the mattress with my orgasm, tears gushing from my eyes as I cried out over and over. I could feel the warmth between our bodies as I squirted in pleasure, and a groan rumbled through his chest when he felt it. 

I felt him lose his rhythm just as I started coming down, becoming more jerky until he pulled away, fisting his cock a few more pumps to jet his release on my back. I sighed with a small ‘ah’ as I felt the heat of his come in stripes along my skin. He moaned, head lolling to watch with narrowed eyes filled with pleasure as he aimed the last of his release on one of the handprints on my ass. 

I sprawled bonelessly on the bed, dazed, while he slumped next to me, both of us panting. I shivered, the last vestiges of my multiple - incredible - orgasms rocketing through my body before I finally started to settle. He breathed deeply, his cock slowly softening against his belly as we lay in complete disarray on his bed.

“Wow,” I murmured, voice husky and strained after screaming through multiple climaxes. 

He nodded before turning his head to look at me, one hand reaching for mine where it rested limply on the bed. He lifted my hand, brushing a tender kiss along the knuckles.

“You are so beautiful,” he answered, his voice also raspy with a post-orgasmic glow. 

I blushed, a silly response considering this man had already licked my ass, fingered me to orgasm and then blew my literal mind with the best sex I had ever had, but his sweetness never failed to catch me off guard. 

“You are too,” I said shyly, half burying my face into the bed and grinning as I watched his face, now relaxed, curve briefly with a small smile. He kissed my hand again before he groaned a little, rolling off the bed to his feet.

I chuckled, not daring to move with all of the fluid still dotting my back. “You sound like an old man,” I said, missing the look he darted my way. He stretched, rotating his shoulders as he stood unconcernedly nude, both of our fluids smeared across his belly. He reached for the towel at the end of the bed and wiped my back gently to remove the traces of his come, before he casually swiped it over his cock.

“If you have the energy, we can wash up,” he said calmly. 

“And then a nap?” I asked hopefully.

“And then definitely a nap.”

[thewritingrowlet]

The Outing Trip pt. 4, ft. tripleS Dahyun

tags: throatfuck, creampie, first time anal, daddy kink, rough

length: 13k+

author's note: @octoberautumnbox wrote a Dahyun fic recently, and it motivated me to do the same. In this finale of The Outing Trip, Dahyun takes all the spotlight, just like I promised some time ago—hope you like this one <3

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“Girls, wake up, please”, you poke their exposed cheeks, “we have to leave soon”. Xinyu and Nakyoung open their eyes at nearly the same time. “Good morning”, Xinyu softly says, “what time is it?”. You quickly glance at the clock, “uh, just over 5 am”. Xinyu taps Nakyoung’s arm then points at you, “take care of him, Naky-yah”. Nakyoung, in her half-awake state, nods and gets off the bed. Your jaw drops in shock when you see Nakyoung get on her knees in front of you, “yo, what are you doing?”. “Xinyu said you like morning blowjob“, Nakyoung lets out a yawn, “give me your cock, please”. You put a palm on Nakyoung’s forehead when she leans forward, “no, I don’t consent. Besides, I already gave you my cock a few hours ago—let’s just wake up regularly, okay?”.

You lift Nakyoung up and place her back in bed with Xinyu, who immediately scoots over and hugs her. “If you two don’t get ready in time, I’m leaving you here”, you leave for the bathroom after delivering a kind warning to the sleepy cuties. As you’re standing under the shower, your brain wants to recap today’s events. First and foremost, Xinyu found out about your little affair with Dahyun and slapped you for it. You were so damn lucky that Xinyu was willing to forgive you. “Fuck, I almost lost everything”, you sigh, “play stupid games, win stupid prizes, Jung Jisung”. The second thing was arguably bigger than the first, as Nakyoung let you get in her ass; something that Xinyu has never done before, “I wonder what Xinyu thought about that”. Lastly, the latest turn of your relationship: you have Nakyoung, who has now reached the peak of her third wheel duties and become your side chick.

When you get out of the bathroom, you’re met with the sight of Xinyu on top of Nakyoung, kissing her passionately. “Girls, please”, you roll your eyes, “we’ll have plenty of time for this at home”. Xinyu gets off Nakyoung and pecks you on the lips, “I love you so much, oppa”. “I love you more, Xinyu-yah”, you reply to her. You then walk towards Nakyoung and peck her forehead, “I love you as well, Nakyoung-ah”. “Love is in the air—how cool is that?”, Xinyu exclaims. You push Xinyu towards the bathroom, “take a shower and be quick about it, ‘kay?”.

You sit on the bed next to Nakyoung, who’s smiling rather sexily for some reason, “I feel like we have things to talk about”. “If it’s not about sex, I don’t want to hear it”, Nakyoung deflects. You wanted to talk about this whole love triangle thing, but it’s not exactly related to sex, so you decide to keep it for later.

-

“Babe, look”, you nudge Xinyu’s arm and point at the sight in front of you, “that’s quite the welcoming party, no?”. Xinyu squints as she tries to make out who those people are, “that’s… Yooyeon-unnie and Jungwoo-oppa—who is that girl holding his hand?”. “I feel like I’ve seen her before, but I don’t know who that is”, you say. Xinyu lets out a laugh, “what are they even doing, oppa?”. You lean to whisper in her ear, “I’m more concerned about Nakyoung-ie. How will she react to seeing Jungwoo and this girl holding hands?”. Xinyu’s grin disappears as the realization hits, “oh, yeah, you’re right—I’ll keep an eye on her, oppa”.

The bus rolls into a stop, and the co-driver opens the doors for you and the others to get off. You understand that these people are desperate to get home, so you let them get off first while you and your girlfriends stay behind. As you wait for your turn with Xinyu, you see Chaeyeon walking in front of Dahyun, the latter covering her head with the hood of her sweater. “Oppa, unnie, we’ll be leaving first”, Chaeyeon waves with a smile, “see you guys soon!”. You and Xinyu smile at them and wave back. “We’ll see you soon, Chaeyeon-ah”, you choose to not say Dahyun’s name, considering that Xinyu’s wounds are still very fresh—it doesn’t feel right to ignore her, though.

You look behind you and see that everyone has gotten off, which means that it’s now your turn. “Let’s go, baby”, you take Xinyu’s hand and pull her onto her feet, and at the same time, you gesture to Nakyoung to follow you. “Let’s not say anything about our situation, okay?”, you whisper to Nakyoung and Xinyu.

Everyone waves at you as soon as you step outside. You give each person present a high five, including Jungwoo’s new girl. “Jisung-ah, this is Suyeon. Babe, this is my president, Jung Jisung”, he introduces you to her. “Ah, they’re dating”, you quickly glance at Nakyoung and see that she has her resting face on. “You look familiar—we’ve met before, haven’t we?”, you say to her. Suyeon confirms your suspicion and says that you interviewed her when she tried to join the council. “Can I ask how you are nowadays? Jungwoo told me about your misfortunes”. Suyeon and Jungwoo look at each other lovingly, so you estimate that everything is going well for them. “No one will hurt her ever again”, Jungwoo says with a beaming smile.

You invite your friends to get congee for breakfast, but only Yooyeon agrees to go—Jungwoo says that he’s promised Suyeon that they’ll visit Suyeon’s parents today. “Safe travels!”, you part with them and lead the three girls to your car. “I hope this thing didn’t die”, you press the ignition button while pressing down on the clutch pedal with a foot, “come on, Jennie; I need you right now”. As if hearing your pleas, your car roars to life after a few seconds. “Ah, very good, Jennie”, you praise your car, “c’mon, girls; aren’t you hungry?”

-

“Hello, welcome to Congee Club. A table for 4, I assume?”, a staff greets you as you enter the congee place. “Yes, please”, you follow the staff to your table, “do you have anything else other than congee, by any chance?”. The staff hands you a menu sheet, and you see that they also offer a different type of noodles; “we can put the same toppings on the noodles”, the staff adds. You look at your friends and collect their orders: Yooyeon wants congee with shredded braised chicken, Nakyoung wants congee and quail eggs, and finally, Xinyu wants the same thing you’re getting, which is noodles with extra boiled chicken on the side. The shop gives out complimentary hot tea, so you don’t need to worry about the drinks. “Alright, they’ll be out soon”, the staff takes the menu sheet with her and leaves your table.

“They’re dating, aren’t they”, Nakyoung says, seemingly unhappy about Jungwoo and Suyeon, “fuck!”. Nakyoung’s curse was loud enough for other patrons to hear, thus turning their heads to look at you. You offer those you can see a smile to defuse the situation, and at the same time, you pinch Nakyoung’s thigh. “Keep it down, Naky-yah—goodness me”, you scold her. “But Jungwoo-oppa should’ve been mine, oppa”, Nakyoung complains, “now I won’t have a chance to be with him”. You want to say “well, you have me”, but you decide against it and say something else. “First of all, it was you who decided to dip”, you put up your fingers as you narrate your thoughts, “secondly, there are plenty of fish in the sea; you’ll find someone else”. Your words aren’t exactly the most comforting, but you’d like to think that they’re what Nakyoung needs to hear right now. “Fuck you, oppa—respectfully”, she says to you with a pout.

Seeing that you and Nakyoung are done talking, Yooyeon takes her turn to speak with you. “How was the trip, Jisung-ah? Did you manage to, y’know, talk to her?”, Yooyeon makes quotation marks with her fingers. “I mean, yeah, but it wasn’t exactly fruitful”, you summarize, “basically Xinyu found out about me and Dahyun-ie and slapped me for it”. Her eyes widen as she looks at you and Xinyu, “but you didn’t break up, did you?”. You shake your head, “no, Xinyu was kind enough to forgive me. I also promised her to never do such thing again”. Xinyu moves her hands closer to yours, indirectly asking you to hold them, so you do just that. “I love you, baby, and I’m sorry for everything”, you say to Xinyu, earning a warm smile from her and Yooyeon. “I don’t know who I’d side with if you broke up, honestly—it’s not even my relationship haha”, Yooyeon chuckles, amused with herself.

“Oh, hey, it’s here”, you point at the staff, who is carrying a tray full of food in her hands. “Thank you very much!”, you take the bowls from her hands to help distribute food to your friends. Xinyu gestures to Nakyoung to swap seats with her so that she can sit next to you, and you help them by moving their bowls accordingly. Xinyu wraps an arm around yours and leans against your shoulder, “feed me, oppa”. “Sure, baby”. You move her congee closer to you and sprinkle some pepper into it, just the way she likes it. “Choo-choo”, you guide a spoonful of congee towards her mouth, and she welcomes you in with a smile. “Everything is better when you’re with me, oppa”, she says, letting out a happy hum after. All the while you’re taking care of Xinyu, Yooyeon is looking at you, but she quickly looks away when you make eye contact with her.

-

“Hah, finally—home sweet home”, you punch in your passcode and enter your apartment with Xinyu. She puts down her duffel bag at the doorway and runs towards the bedroom, leaving the door open for you. “You alright, baby?”, you lean against the door frame and observe your girlfriend, “do you need anything?”. “I need—“, a big yawn cuts her off, “I need you right here, oppa”.

Right before you get in bed, Xinyu stops you and asks you to help her undress. “Are we having sex?”, you ask to make sure. “No—well, not yet at least”, she throws her clothes onto the floor, “I just want to feel your skin on mine”. Since her intentions have been made clear, you take off your clothes. You don’t just toss them away, though—you fold them tidily, and you do the same for Xinyu’s. “Ah, sorry about that”, Xinyu grins sheepishly as she watches you fold her clothes.

You quickly look at the clock, “ah, 10 am; plenty of time to chill”. Xinyu opens her arms, “come here, daddy”. You get on the bed while letting out a sigh, “you can’t just call me that—now I have a boner, thanks to you”. She covers her mouth to hide her giggles, “do you want help with that?”. You pinch her exposed nipple, earning a yelp and a slap on the wrist from her. “I want you tonight, Xinyu-yah; I’ll empty my tank for you”, you say to her. “Just tonight?”, Xinyu puts on a dramatic pout, “what about tomorrow? Are you bored of me?”. You pull her into your arms and tangle your legs with hers. “How can I get bored of you, baby? I love you so much and you always love me back”. Xinyu lets out a squeal, “I can’t with you, oppa”.

“Babe, I’m sorry for bringing this up right now”, you start cautiously, “I want to make it right with Dahyun-ie and salvage whatever relationship I have with her”. “And how do you want to do that, oppa?”. “That’s a good question, actually”, you scratch your forehead in confusion, “any ideas?”. “Maybe you can spend a day with her, oppa”, she suggests, “tell her I’m away or something like that. I’ll stay at home while you, uh, conduct your business”. You ask her if it’s okay to spend next weekend with Dahyun, to which she says yes—one condition, though; “if you’re having sex with her, you must wear protection; you can only have raw sex with me”. You agree with her terms and thank her for letting you talk about this. “You don’t have to thank me, oppa. I’m just trying to help”, she says, pecking your chest after. You start feeling emotional, but you hold your tears in for now, “I’m so thankful for you, baby. I’m so sorry for cheating on you”.

-

Well, here it is, Saturday morning on the following weekend. Dahyun has managed to avoid you the whole week, but today, you hope that you’ll be able to catch her. It is still pretty early, and Xinyu is still sleeping—wouldn’t want to leave without saying bye to Xinyu, would you?

You look around the apartment to find something to do to kill some time, and your brain suggests cleaning the apartment. “Well, let’s clean this place, shall we?”. First, you plan out the route: you want to start by mopping the floor and vacuuming the sofa, then wipe the kitchen counter and dining table with wet cloth, and finally, you’ll end the, erm, shift by cleaning the bathroom. “That is a sound plan”, you say to yourself.

Before you start mopping the floor, you grab the vacuum cleaner and use it to pick up fallen hair and the like so that it doesn’t get dragged around by the wet mop. You run the long nozzle of the vacuum cleaner under the sofa and TV shelf, since it’s most likely where dust ends up. Once that’s done, you dump the vacuum cleaner into the bin to be thrown out later.

You then make your way towards the laundry area where you keep the mop and bucket and take them to the bathroom. After filling the bucket with water mixed with some mopping solution, you’re now ready to mop the floor. You start from the window of the living room and snake your way through, reaching under the sofa and TV shelf to make sure that you don’t miss a spot.

When you go back to the bathroom to rinse the mop and change the water, you hear a thumping sound coming from the living room, so you check it out; you see Xinyu squirming around on the floor in front of the bedroom while rubbing her butt, seemingly in discomfort. “Did you slip, baby?”, you lift her and place her on the sofa, “sorry about that, baby”. “Aaaaah, oppaaaaa”, Xinyu whines, “I didn’t know it was weeeet”. You laugh at her, “just stay here, okay? I’ll get back to you after I’m done”.

Now that Xinyu’s comfortably lying on the sofa, you resume your work and mop the bedroom floor. “Might as well make the bed while I’m here”. You pull the sheets around until they’re straight and tidy up the pillows and blanket before running your mop around the bedroom floor. “What the fuck—is this cum?”, you bend forward and take a closer look at the persistent stain in front of the bed. You run your mop aggressively over the stain, but you can still see the outline of it. “Ah, fuck it; I’ve got bigger fish to fry”.

“Oppa”, Xinyu calls out to you when she sees you coming out from the bedroom, “can I help with anything?”. You carefully tippy-toe towards her and join her on the sofa. “Just sit still and look pretty, please”, you peck her cheek, “are you okay? Does your butt still hurt?”. Xinyu shakes her head, “no, it was more embarrassing than painful”. “Yeah, well, you should’ve paid more attention”, you tease her, earning a pinch on the cheeks from her.

“Babe, can you clean the kitchen, please? I’m going to clean the bathroom”, you ask for her help. Xinyu taps her chin, “and what do I get for helping you, oppa?”. You replicate her gesture and tap your chin, “hmm, what do you want?”. “I want your cum”, she says with a smile, “ah, actually, you’re going to be fucking Dahyun-ie a lot so I guess you should save your load for her”. You don’t know how to react to that, so you opt to stay silent, just to be safe. “Alright, fine. I’ll help you”, she jumps off the sofa, “you owe me pizza and pasta, oppa”. That, you know how to react to. “Alright, cool. Let’s meet here again after we’re both done”.

You’ve breezed through your task, and you assume Xinyu has too. “Babe?”, you call out to her from the bathroom, “you want to shower, or no?”. “One second!”, you hear a reply from her. You hear her rapid steps, and soon, she appears at the door of the bathroom. “Shower! Shower!”, she exclaims as she starts undressing. “You thought I wanted to shower together?”, you say to her in a flat voice, teasing her. “You didn’t? Oh, sorry”, Xinyu turns around and makes to leave the bathroom. You reach for her wrist and stop her, “I was just kidding, baby; of course I wanted to shower with you”. “That’s what I thought”, she comes in for a quick kiss, “I’d like to have a load, oppa”. She did say that you should save it for Dahyun, but you don’t have the heart to decline her claim to your first load—she is your girlfriend, not Dahyun. “Of course, baby”.

“I hope one day we have a bathtub, oppa”, she says, seemingly out of nowhere, “I’d love to have sex in a tub”. “I mean, we can move to an apartment that has one”, you shrug, “do you want to?”. Xinyu didn’t expect such an answer, as she was only yapping mindlessly. “M-maybe next semester, oppa”.

You ask her to sit on the toilet and kneel in front of her, just like you usually do. “Okay, then”, you start, “you said you want my first load? How do you want it?”. “Fuck me and cum inside; just like how we do it best”. You exchange smiles with Xinyu before getting down to business. She grabs your chin and invites you for a warm kiss, to which you respond warmly by, well, kissing her.

“I wish I knew other ways to show my love other than saying I love you”, Xinyu pouts, feeling stumped. “You don’t need to worry about that, baby; I’ll never get tired of hearing you say it”, you assure her. You’re flustered when you see her shed a tear. “Y’know, my ex used to make me feel like I was always lacking, and now, you always make me feel like I’m the best girl there is—God, if only you know how grateful I am for you, oppa”, she adds as more tears escape her eyes. “I don’t think we can have sex in this mood—why did she bring up her ex, though?”, you think, and you’re most likely correct. Xinyu needs comfort more than she does cum—no big deal, though; it’s not like it’s the first time you’ve been blue-balled (if you even can call it that). “Babe, I’ll help you shower and then we can cuddle, okay? Let’s keep the sex for next time”.

-

Xinyu plants her head on your chest, her favorite resting spot. “What time are you leaving, by the way?”, she asks. “I think I’ll have better chances to see her if I go to her restaurant”, you eye the clock on the wall, “I’ll probably leave in 2 hours”. Xinyu only lets out a hum, thus making you curious about her feelings. “How do I say this, oppa”, she sighs, “I don’t feel as hurt any more about the fact that you cheated on me”. “Really?”, you’re surprised to hear that, so you ask her to elaborate. “I mean, my ex also cheated on me, so I understand why someone would do such thing—never expected that you’d be like him, though”, she chuckles at the end.

You’re somewhat offended to hear Xinyu clump you up with her ex, but you literally did the same thing he did. “Like I said, the plan is to see Dahyun-ie and part ways with her, like, properly”, you remind her, “will you let me do that?”. “Sure”, says Xinyu, “just make sure you make the right impressions. I don’t want Dahyun-ie to think that I hate her, because I don’t”.

-

You were briefed by Xinyu before you left; she told you to get a bar of her favorite chocolate and a bag of Doritos to give to Dahyun as a little present. She also told you to give Dahyun this letter that she has written when you leave on Sunday. You didn’t expect Xinyu to take this sort of stance, but she probably only wants to help make sure everything ends well and everyone gets to be happy.

Xinyu’s words of “make sure you make the right impressions” keep repeating in your head as you’re walking towards Dahyun’s restaurant. You can’t believe your luck; Dahyun is attending the cashier. “Hello, welcome to—“, she’s surprised to see you, “o-oh, he-hello, oppa”. “Hi”, you show her a calm smile, “how are you, Dahyun-ah?”. Dahyun declines you the opportunity to have a conversation, shaking her head and re-focusing on the POS tablet in front of her. “What can I get you today?”, she asks, not looking at you. “One double smash burger and fries, and one iced lychee tea, please”. “Sure, please wait”.

Waiting is what you’re doing right now. You have no one else to talk to because your friends aren’t here with you—that guy with the headphones sitting at the other table probably wouldn’t appreciate you disturbing his lunch. “I probably should text Xinyu”, you think, so you pull out your phone and string together a message for her. Xinyu is probably asleep right now; it says that she was last online around 30 minutes ago, which is right after you left the apartment. The image of your sleeping girlfriend makes you feel sleepy yourself, and this restaurant table looks very comfortable to sleep on right now. You cover your mouth as you yawn; “surely Dahyun-ie will wake me up, right?”.

-

You don’t know how long you’ve been sleeping on the table, but it for sure still doesn’t feel enough. In your sleep, you can feel someone running their hand softly on the back of your head—not sure why your brain wants you to open your eyes, though. “Hm?”, you mumble as you open your eyes, “oh, hi”. “Hi, oppa”, Dahyun greets you in the gentlest voice you’ve ever heard from her, “tired?”. Well, yes, you are tired; “I spent the whole morning cleaning the apartment, Dahyun-ah”. She points at the tray full of food in front of you, “well, I have just the thing for you, oppa”.

Dahyun starts walking away from your table when she sees that you’re fully awake, but you stop her in her tracks by grabbing her wrist. “Please, sit with me”, you gesture to the empty seat next to you, “I want to talk”. She hesitates at first, but she eventually takes a seat next to you. “Oppa”, she says, her voice tiny, “I’m sorry”. “No, no, no—I’m sorry”, you slowly reach for her hands, “I’m the one who fucked up”. Dahyun stays silent momentarily before replying to you. “Do you like me, though, oppa? Do you think that I’m attractive?”, she asks. “I mean, yeah—have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror?”, you think that it’s obvious, “you are attractive”. Dahyun smiles slightly and thanks you for the praise. “Go eat, oppa; nothing else is worse than cold fries—I won’t leave”, she says. You put a fry in your mouth and start chewing. “This isn’t regular fries, is it? What is this taste?”, you wonder. Dahyun tells you that she asked the cook to add a seasoning mix that she has come up with. You then take a fry and bring it towards her mouth, “have a bite, sweetie”. She holds your wrist while she takes the fry with her teeth—you’re surprised when she pecks your hand after; “thank you, oppa”. You take a moment to smile at her before turning your attention back to your food—it’s all about making the right impressions today.

Aside from the occasional hums of enjoyment, you’re quiet when eating. “You like it, oppa?”, she asks the obvious. “Of course I do, sweetie”, you state the obvious. You expect her to tell you off for calling her by a pet name, but she doesn’t seem to be mad about it. “I have a feeling that you’re trying to get in my pants, oppa”, she chuckles, “are you?”. The unexpectedness makes you cough a few times. “I mean, I’m simply trying to part ways with you properly. If I need to get in your pants for that, I’ll gladly do so”, you whisper to her. Sometimes you feel like you’re being too honest with people, and today is one of those times.

Dahyun taps your thigh a few times as she stands up from her seat, indicating that she wants you to follow her. She then takes you to the empty office where she kissed you last time. “I imagine Xinyu-unnie won’t like this”, she says as she closes the door behind you. You chuckle in response, “well, this was her idea”.

“Really?”

“Yes, really.”

“What did she say?”

“I told her that I wanted to make it right with you, and she suggested that I spend this weekend with you; we can do whatever we want.”

“Cool—very cool.”

Dahyun plants her hands on your chest as she gets on her toes to kiss you. “That’s your teaser, oppa”, she says, “let’s go back; you still need to finish your food”. You stop Dahyun from turning around by holding her wrist again—there’s something about you and holding girls by their wrists. “Not so fast, cutie”. You lift her up by her thighs and come in for a deep kiss. “I’m sorry for hurting you”, you say softly, “I should’ve realized earlier that I could never cater to two hearts at the same time”. Dahyun shows you a gentle smile, “Trust me, I’m not hurt, oppa. I was more concerned about you and the unnie than myself”.

The selflessness is touching, you must admit, but it doesn’t change the fact that you cheated on Xinyu with Dahyun. “Why did you avoid me last week, then?”, you ask. “You literally go everywhere with your girlfriend, oppa; I didn’t want to risk getting slapped or yelled at in public”, she defends herself. You tell her that she doesn’t need to worry since Xinyu would never do such thing. “No, no, no”, she wiggles a finger in front of your face, “she slapped me at the resort when she found out about us”. Xinyu never told you about it, presumably because she’s embarrassed with herself for being violent. “I’ll ask her about it”. Dahyun wiggles her finger again, “no, there’s no need for that; as far as I’m concerned, I deserved it”.

Dahyun taps your forearms to signal you that she wants to be let down, so you gently lower her to her feet. “Eat your food, oppa”, she says, “you don’t want to make me throw it out, do you?”. No, you don’t. Wasting food is not a good thing—wait, hold on, let’s tease her a bit. “That burger isn’t the only thing I’m eating today, cutie”. “Oh my God, oppa, what the fuck are you saying”, she fans her red cheeks with her hands, “come on, let’s go back”. That’s as good of a reaction as you can get from someone who isn’t your girlfriend. Not only that, but you also did no buildup prior to the dirty talk—guess Dahyun is more perverted than you know.

“Hey, dude, don’t you have a girlfriend already?”. The guy from the other table surprises you as soon as you leave the office room with Dahyun. “Excuse me?”, you ask, unsure of his intentions—just in case he tries anything stupid, you move Dahyun until she’s hidden behind you. “You. Have. A. Girlfriend”, he repeats, emphasizing each word, “why are you still trying to get into my Dahyun-ie’s pants?”. You quickly look over your shoulder and see that Dahyun is shaking her head—even if you’re clueless as to who he is and what his relationship is with her, you can tell that she doesn’t want anything to do with him.

“Alright, let’s—yo, yo, relax, man!“. You’re not sure why the guy thinks that it’s a good idea to reach for Dahyun, but you’re certainly not a fan of it. “Move!”, the guy yells at you, “she’s mine, not yours!”. “Not with that attitude, bro”, you plant your hands on his chest as you try to maintain some distance between Dahyun and this guy—what is his name, anyway. The guy finally realizes that his arms (that are built like shoestring fries­) can’t compete with yours, so he gives up trying to push you and retreats. “Fuck you!”, he spits at the floor in front of you and leaves the restaurant, not forgetting to grab his belongings on his way out.

You grab some napkins from the register area and use them to wipe his spit off the floor, ignoring the nastiness of it. “Thank you, oppa”, Dahyun kneels in front of you and helps you wipe the floor, “that guy has been trying so hard to get close to me this past week”.

“Really?”

“Yes, really.”

“What’s his name?”

“Park Jaewon.”

“Is he from the university?”

Dahyun nods, “I heard that he used to have a crush on Xinyu-unnie, but obviously you got to her first”

“Not to be mean, but I don’t think Xinyu would’ve fallen for him”, you sigh, “how did you know him?”

“Well, he slipped a note with his name and phone number written on it between some cash a few days ago.”

You stand up and look at his table, which he left dirty, “I’ll help you clean that up”. Dahyun grabs your wrist to stop you (the same way you did hers), “no, just go back to your table, please. I’ll take care of this”. You try insisting, but she insists harder, so you do as she asks and go back to your table to finish your food. It doesn’t feel right to just sit back and watch someone clean things up, though.

Dahyun joins you at your table after putting away the empty plate and cup, and you can see that her mood is worse than it was prior to the incident. “You alright, sweetie?”, you try to gauge her mood, “can I do something for you?”. She leans against your shoulder and lets out a sigh, “I really want to be in your arms right now, oppa—you said we can do anything we want, right?”. “Yeah, we can”, you take a sip of your tea, “you don’t live with your parents, do you?”. Dahyun shakes her head, “no, but we need to wait until my mom comes before we go—she should be here soon”.

You and Dahyun wait for Mrs. Seo by exchanging stories from your pasts. She tells you about this guy who fell for her after hearing her sing and how he recommended her to audition to become an idol. “He was so confident that I’d make it, even if I wasn’t the least bit confident about my skills”, she says, enjoying reminiscing about the memory, “I hope he’s doing well, wherever he is now”. You ask if she dated him, and she said yes; they were each other’s first time. “That’s touching”, you smile, “can I ask why you two broke up?”. “I was a fool, oppa”, Dahyun’s smile gradually disappears, “I told him that I was bored of our relationship, even though he had been very kind and loving to me”.

You never dated anyone before Xinyu, and you wonder if boredom is a real threat to relationships. You can only hope that she will never get tired of you, because you’re certainly not ready to see her leave you out of boredom. “Why are you quiet, oppa?”, Dahyun asks, saving you from drowning in your own thoughts. “Sorry, cutie—I was just thinking about Xinyu”. “Tell me something about the both of you, oppa”, Dahyun requests, curious about your life.

“Xinyu is… my everything”, you give her the most honest answer possible, “I know I cheated on her and that’s fucked up, but I really mean it”. Dahyun asks you to continue, so you continue. “I’m not going to deny how attractive she is, but for me, she’s way more than looks and curves; she has been the best girlfriend that I could ever ask for”. She nods at you, seemingly in approval of your impressions of your girlfriend.

“Do you see a future with her, oppa?”

“Yes”, you barely hesitate, “yes, I do.”

“What about me?”

“What about you?”

“Do you see a future with me? Do you think I have a chance to be with you, oppa?”

You try your hardest to crank the gears in your brain to answer her question, and you think that you have one—well, here goes nothing:

“I mean, there’s always a chance for someone to be with someone.”

You’re not sure if the answer is satisfactory (or if it makes sense), but Dahyun nods anyway, so it probably is. “Here’s my advice, oppa: sometimes you need to not be so open to opportunities or possibilities—did you not learn anything from our little adventure?”. That is a great line, and you did not expect her to say something like that. You scratch your temple in cluelessness, “I don’t know what to say, Dahyun-ah”. Heh, not even the narrator knows what to say—that was quite the advice, Seo Dahyun.

Shortly after, salvation comes to your aid in the shape of Mrs. Seo, who is seemingly in a good mood. Her gaze lands at you and Dahyun, so you stand up and promptly bow in respect. “Good afternoon, Mrs. Seo. Have you been well?”, you ask. “Ah, hi, Jisung-ah”, she waves at you, “I’ve been superb—thanks for asking!”. Dahyun taps your thigh, signaling to you that the two of you can now leave the restaurant. “Mrs. Seo, I’d like to go out with Dahyun-ie tonight. Is that okay?”, you ask, trying to be polite. “Dahyun-ie is old enough to make her own decisions, so you should ask her first—if she’s okay with it, then so am I”, she replies.

You quickly look at Dahyun, and she looks right back at you. “Right”, you clear your throat, “we’ll be leaving then. Have a good day, madam”. Dahyun is smart enough to not hold your hand when you’re still inside the restaurant and wait until you’re out of her mom’s sight. “You’re funny, oppa”, she comments, “is that how you ask for permission to go out with a girl?”. “I mean, I was just trying to be polite”, you defend yourself, “come on, cookie; I think we have somewhere to be”.

Dahyun says that she needs to make a quick stop at a convenient store first, so you drive towards the closest one, which is about 5 minutes away from the restaurant. “Wait here”, she says as she gets out of the car. Dahyun’s short stature disappears behind the store’s shelves, so you can’t tell what she’s getting. You’re reminded, however, that you’re supposed to give some things to her, courtesy of Xinyu. You reach towards the floor of the middle row, and you can feel that the plastic bag is there, “oh, nice, I didn’t forget to bring it”.

Dahyun doesn’t take too long to return, as she opens the front passenger door after a few minutes. “Alright, we can go to our apartment, oppa”, she says. “Our?”, you make sure you didn’t mishear. “Oh, sorry—I meant my apartment”, she corrects herself, letting out a chuckle at the end, “I’ll show you the way”.

-

Dahyun sang during the whole ride, thus making the trip feel very short, and now you find yourself sitting in the parking lot of her building. “I believe you’d like to come up with me”, she says. Well, yes, you would; you didn’t come here just to drive away again right after. You offer her your hand, and she holds it without thinking twice. “I have a feeling that today will be the last time I get to spend time with you like this”, she says, her tone that of… sadness? “Cutie, you’re the one who told me to not be so open to all possibilities”, you try to reason with her. “I know”, she sounds defeated right now, “come on, let’s get to my apartment now”.

You find yourself standing in front of her unit after a short walk, and Dahyun uses her other hand to unlock her door for the two of you. “Welcome, oppa”. You enter her apartment and take a look around, “so clean, Dahyun-ah”. “It’s not hard to keep it clean when you don’t have too many things to begin with”, she moves to stand in front of you, “so, what do you want to do now?”.

“Allow me to do this one last time, sweetie”. You bend down slightly and give her a fleeting kiss. “Wait”, she gasps, “please, one more time”. She gets on her tippy toes while her arms wrap around your nape, “please, one more time, oppa”. She’s asking very nicely, so you reward her with a kiss that’s deeper than last time. “I wish you were mine, oppa”, she says, her eyes glassy from unreleased tears, “I love you, Jung Jisung”. You wonder if you should say it back, considering the circumstances and all that. “Why aren’t you saying anything?”, Dahyun protests, “you had no problem saying it back at the resort”. “Sorry”, you inhale deeply as you prepare, “I love you too, Seo Dahyun”. You see that the dams in her eyes have broken, thus releasing tears onto her cheeks. “Thank you, oppa”, she says, “I’m thankful for you, even if you were never really mine”.

Dahyun lets go of you and walks towards her bedroom. “Have a seat, oppa. I’ll be right back”. You sit down on the sofa and lean back as you start re-considering if this peace-making thing is a good idea or not. “Fuck, what if this doesn’t work?”, you palm your forehead, feeling stressed and concerned, “God, help me, please”.

She comes out of her bedroom after a short while, and you see that she has changed into a tight-fit shirt and a short skirt that barely covers half her thighs. She moves to kneel in front of you and plants her hands on your thighs. “What are you doing, cutie?”, you ask, trying to not have a boner. “Seducing you”, she licks her upper lip sexily, “I want to get in your pants, the same way you want to get in mine, you cheater”. “That’s very sudden”, you blink your eyes rapidly in confusion, “why the, uh, office look, then?”. “Don’t think that I never notice how you drool every time Xinyu-unnie wears a shirt”. “Fuck, she knows it—Xinyu is crazy hot in a shirt, too”, you think to yourself.

Your silence confirms that Dahyun is right, hence the giggles. She teases you further by unbuttoning the first few buttons of her shirt, thus exposing more of her chest. “Who’s hotter, oppa: me or your girlfriend?”, she leans forward just enough for you to be able to see her cleavage. You can come up with an answer by comparing each other’s assets, but at the same time, you feel like that’s a waste of time—it’s not like Dahyun will tell Xinyu your answer, is it—so to answer her question: “you’re so fucking hot, Dahyun-ah; I like your proportions”. You don’t care if that sounds weird or stupid; you’re here to do whatever you can to make her happy, so that you’ll feel less guilty about all of this.

Dahyun keeps the smile on her face as she maintains eye contact with you. “Oppa, thank you for liking me”, her voice changes from seductive to cute, “let me do something for you, oppa—let me make you happy”. She digs for your belt and unbuckles it before zipping your jeans down, eager to reach your cock. You notice that she’s struggling to pull your jeans down, so you help her by pulling them down together with your boxers.

“Oppa, you’re bigger than my ex, now that I think about it—you’re long even if you’re not hard”, Dahyun chuckles as she strokes your cock to peak hardness. You’re not sure if you want to be compared to someone by penis size, but it fuels your ego, nonetheless. “Who’s better at sex: me or him?”, you give her a taste of her own medicine. “He liked vanilla more than anything else, so in terms of variety, you’re better than him”, she reminisces. She gives you a peck on the underside of your cock, “my fucking God, I love worshipping big cocks”.

She wants to take you in her mouth, but before she has the chance to do so, you halt her and lift her chin, making her look at you. “Yes, oppa?”, she shows you a very beautiful smile—one that you hope was yours. “Wait, no, I already have Xinyu—not this shit again”. You take a deep breath to gather yourself, “this is very likely our last time doing this, baby; let’s make it a memorable one”. Dahyun leans against your hand, which you notice can fit perfectly in a handful, “you’re such a good boyfriend, oppa—you’re even going out of your way to make it up to me”. You caress her cheek gently, enjoying the softness. “I want to make everyone happy, Dahyun-ah, and I don’t care if it’s stupid or a waste of time”, you say to her. “Maybe not everyone, oppa; you just need a handful of people in your life”, she smiles, “I hope you don’t disappear from my life, because I don’t want to give up on us just yet”.

You realize that you’re back in square one again; Dahyun wants you and hopes to be with you, but you can’t hurt Xinyu for the second time. “One thing at a time, Jung Jisung—one thing at a time. Just look at the girl in front of you and don’t worry about anything else”, says the voice in your head. “Alright, baby”, you give Dahyun a quick peck on the forehead, “do what you want to me”.

After being shown the green light, Dahyun parts her lips and puts your tip in her mouth, and you can’t help but to throw your head back. “That’s so good”, you chirp, “fuck, baby, you’re great at this”. You hear some lewd sound coming from her but pay no mind to it; she’s probably trying to get used to your girth stretching her jaws. With a grunt that’s barely audible, she starts going down on your shaft, slowly but determinedly. You encourage her by placing your hand on the back of her head and petting her gently. You let out a moan after a particular move from her; “fuck, that’s good, baby”.

You know that she’s capable of taking your whole length, so the fact that she’s only taking half of it isn’t exactly satisfactory for you—you are naughty like that. With your palm already sitting on the back of her head, you hold it firmly and pull her towards you, forcing your cock deeper into her mouth, and possibly, her throat. The lewd sounds she’s making right now are music to your ears, making you more eager to reach her throat. “I know you can do it, baby”, you grit your teeth and thrust forward, “oh, fuck—come on, baby”.

Dahyun taps your butt rapidly, indicating that she needs a break, so you retreat from her throat and lean back on the sofa again. “Fuck, oppa”, she coughs a few times, “oh, God, I love it”. “I’m sorry for not asking earlier, baby, so I’ll ask now: do you want it rough?”, you ask in a gentle voice. “Isn’t that obvious already?”, she looks at you with signs of lust drunkenness on her face, “you can be as rough as you want, daddy”.

Well, there it is, the daddy kink that you know and love—there’s something about that word used in a sexual context that arouses you beyond help. You help Dahyun stand up and carry her to her bedroom. “No man has ever been to this bedroom, oppa”, she giggles, “even if I’m not a virgin, I can still have my firsts with you”. “That’s cute, baby”, you comment.

You stop in front of her bed and gently lower her. “For future reference, baby, there are two things that I like seeing girls wear: a sleeveless top, and a shirt”, you say. “I figured, since unnie wears those two things a lot—oh, it’s called a blouse, by the way”, she giggles, “come on, fuck my face again”. You figure that she was the naughty one in her past relationship, because no previously innocent girl would say such thing to her man; “heh, no wonder she was bored of her ex”, you think. While you’re busy thinking, Dahyun has put herself in a position where her head hangs off the edge while the rest of her body is lying flat in bed. “Should be easier to fuck my throat in this position, oppa”, she says, “please, in here”.

“Just so we’re clear, I won’t stop for anything”, you warn her with your cock in hand and ready to go. “I don’t—ghlk”, the sound Dahyun makes when your cock interrupts her speech fuels the fire of lust in your head. “Touch yourself—if you don’t cum with me, I’m taking your ass”. You don’t exactly intend to take her ass, but the threat itself is usually enough to make a girl do as you say—look, Dahyun is touching herself over her panties. “Aren’t you a good girl”, you praise her, “I’ll start now”.

You hold her plump tits and use them as handles while you move your hips back and forth. “Oh, fuck”, you groan; the way her lips wrap perfectly around your cock makes for a really good stimulation for you. You see the way her throat bulges when your cock is fully lodged in there—not even Xinyu has done this with you. “Keep comparing her to your girlfriend, that’ll do you good”, the voice in your head says. You put a palm on her neck and squeeze gently every time it bulges, earning all kinds of sounds from Dahyun. “You’re really good, baby—hah, fuck”, you praise her with heavy breaths.

You’re almost ashamed that you’re already so close to your orgasm, but this is just too good. You let go of her breasts and fix your hands on the bed instead, getting ready to fuck her throat harder and faster. “Be good, baby; I’m so close”. She’s been very good for the last few minutes, but it doesn’t hurt to remind her. You lean forward just a little bit and start fucking her properly, not caring about her well-being. You’re too busy abusing her throat that you don’t notice that Dahyun is no longer touching herself even though her hand is still placed over her pussy. With a grunt and a curse, you blow a load deep in her throat, possibly sending it straight to her stomach. You close your eyes and savor the high of your orgasm while your cock is still lodged in Dahyun’s airway. That is, until you feel weak taps on your thighs, as Dahyun is desperate for air. “You want to breathe, baby?”, you tease, and you see her nod slightly, “one sec, okay?��. You retreat slowly from her throat, and you see that her makeup is now ruined, and her face has spit and tears all over it. “You look beautiful”, you chuckle, “good job, baby”.

She gathers the last bit of her strength and reaches her arms out to you. You’re not sure what she exactly wants, but you take her hand anyway and help her move into a better position. “You… you used me”, she says, her voice feeble, “you fucking used me, and I fucking loved it, daddy”. “You’re so fucking naughty, Dahyun-ah—no wonder your vanilla-loving ex bored you”, you shake your head, amused by her craziness. “I wish he was as naughty as you are, daddy—fuck, I can’t breathe”, she rolls around as she tries to get as much air as possible.

While she’s busy trying to get herself together, you decide to see if she did cum with you as you commanded. You hike up her skirt and see that it’s not too drenched, just some leaky wetness decorating it.

“You didn’t cum, did you?”

“I-I didn’t”

“Have you always been this disobedient?”

“No.”

“Then why didn’t you cum?”

“Because I want you in my ass, daddy.”

Fuck: that’s one more girl who offers you her ass. Again, once again, Xinyu has never done this with you. You pull her into a sitting position in front of you and hold her shoulders. “How sure are you?”, you ask. “One. Million. Fucking. Percent”, she smirks, “I know the unnie is too scared to take you in the ass, so do it to me, daddy”.

“Fine—do you have lube?”

“In the wardrobe, in the bag from the convenience store”

Aha, so that’s why she wanted to make a stop at one earlier.

“You didn’t expect it, did you, daddy?”

You walk towards her wardrobe and see the bag sitting on a rack, next to some panties and bras. You fish the lube out of the bag and right before you close the wardrobe, your eyes land on some ties that are sitting on a lower rack. “Should be able to have fun with this”, you grab one and close the wardrobe behind you.

“Hands”, you say, and Dahyun crosses her hands behind her back. You tie her wrists together firmly and tell her to lie down on the bed while you slather lube on your cock. “This is my first time, daddy”, she reveals, and you almost drop the bottle due to the shock. “Are you sure you want to give it to me?”, you look at Dahyun, who now has her ass in the air. “Think of it as my commitment to never give up on chasing you, no matter how long it’ll take”. You’re not entirely sure why she’s so hell-bent on being with you, and a part of you thinks that she wants to be with someone who’s comparable to her ex, who she has described as someone who is kind and loving, just like you are.

“Fine”. You continue coating your cock with lube so that you won’t hurt her too much. You then move behind her and untie her hands. “Oppa? You okay?”, she asks, unsure of your intentions. “It’s not right to do it like this on your first time, baby”, you put on a gentle smile, “on your back, please; I want to see you”.

Dahyun rolls onto her back and spreads her arms and legs, hoping that you’ll fill the space with your body. “You’re so kind, daddy”, she pecks you on the lips once, “I swear to God, unnie is so lucky to have you”. You want to say that you’re the lucky one, but you don’t feel like talking about your and Xinyu’s relationship with Dahyun, especially when you’re about to fuck her ass. Dahyun airs her annoyance for not getting an answer, but you ignore her, opting to start unbuttoning her blouse instead. “O-oh”, her cheeks start turning red, “y-yes, you can do that, I guess”.

“Take a look at yourself in the mirror and tell me what you see”, you command her. The mirror is right in front of the bed, so Dahyun doesn’t need to get off the bed to look at it. She eyes herself from top to bottom and lets out a wow; “I can see why you like seeing girls in a blouse, daddy—fuck, I look so hot like this”. You chuckle, “told ‘ya”.

You pull her backwards gently by her shoulder until she’s lying flat on the bed again. “One last time: are you sure you want to get fucked in the ass?”, you make sure she hasn’t changed her mind. “Take me, daddy”, she guides your hands towards her skirt, indirectly giving you the green light, “even if you can’t be mine, you’ll be the only person to be in my ass”. “Sweetheart, you deserve to be with someone who loves you and you only—I’m not the perfect guy that you think I am; trust me”, you start pulling her skirt down by the waistband, “that being said, let’s make this a memorable one, hey?”.

Your hands coincidentally land on her thighs, and only now do you notice how soft they are. She starts moaning when you run your hands back and forth on her thighs. “You like my thighs, daddy?”. “They’re so soft, baby”, you pinch them lightly, “they feel perfect in my hands”. “I don’t know—oh, fuck, what are you doing, daddy”, Dahyun’s words are cut off when you touch her pussy over the wet panties, “am I not so perfect for you, daddy? Oh, fuck, I’m so wet”.

You ask if you can pull down her panties, and she gives you permission with a nod. “You’re really wet, aren’t you, baby?”, you tease her by putting a finger on her nub and pressing down on it, “you’re wet for your senior’s boyfriend”. “Oh, oh, God—y-you’re supposed to be mine, not hers!”, Dahyun screams when she feels more stimulation on her nub, “oh, please, just fuck me already”.

You move to sit in between her legs and aim your cock at… which entrance? “She wanted me to take her ass, but fuck, her pussy is so tempting right now”, you try to quickly come to a decision, “ah, fuck it; pussy first, ass later”. You guide your cock towards her pussy and go deep right away, earning a long and loud moan from Dahyun. “Oh, fuck, daddy”, her breathing is irregular thanks to your cock that’s stretching her, “w-why not my ass? FUCK!”. She lets out a scream when she feels you hitting her deepest spots. “Your pussy is too good to miss out on, baby”, you say, and you wonder if that was too vulgar a sentence—perhaps misogynistic, even.

You fall forwards onto her body without letting up your pace, eager to bust again. “Let’s go, baby”, your breathing is becoming irregular too, “hah, fuck, you’re so good—how are you so good”. Dahyun doesn’t need to answer that—it’s not like she can, anyway; she’s too busy moaning and screaming. “Oppa, I—”, she interrupts herself with a scream when your cock hits a particular spot, “fuck, please let me cum with you”.

You know how you can help her achieve that: by putting her in a mating press—your favorite position to fuck Xinyu in. She appears to know what to do, as shown by how she’s holding her legs back to give you all the space you need. “Yes, daddy, yes”, she approves of your actions, “please, I’m so close, daddy”. You don’t know how close you are, but that’s of little importance right now; you’re trying to send Dahyun flying across the finish line. “Cum for me, baby—be a good girl for me”, you say with troubled breaths.

It's as if your words had control over her body; she announces that she’s about to explode shortly after you told her to cum and be a good girl. Unlike at the resort, she can scream to her heart’s content now (fuck the neighbors, by the way). You retreat from her warmth while her orgasm takes her to the 7th floor of the sky. You lie next to her and pet her head gently, throwing praises at her as you do.

“Wait here, okay? I have some stuff for you”. You get off the bed and get dressed; you want to give Xinyu’s parcel to Dahyun now, just in case you forget tomorrow. When you walk out of her unit, you see one of her neighbors—a female, a bit older than you probably—standing in front of her door, as if waiting for you. “Ah, you must be Dahyun-ie’s new boyfriend”, she says, “please keep it down, okay? It’s been a long week, and I want to rest”. “I’m sorry, miss; we’ll keep it in mind”, you smile and bow in respect before continuing your way to your car—a part of your brain wonders if the lady heard Dahyun say “daddy”, and the probability of it makes your cheeks turn red.

You quickly fetch the parcel and some water bottles and make your way back to Dahyun’s unit. You saw her unlock the door, so you know what her passcode is. “0, 8, 0, 1, 0, 3”, you mumble as you press each number, and the lock unlatches right after, “right, cool”. You put the bag on the sofa before checking up on her—you also make the time to check your phone, in case Xinyu texted or something, and apparently there’s none. “I wonder what’s going on in your head, sweetie”, you say to yourself, letting out a sigh after, “right, need to tend to Dahyun-ie”.

You open the bedroom door and find her asleep, still naked and sweaty. You walk back to the sofa and grab some water for her. “Sweetie”, you poke her tummy to wake her up, “I have some water for you”. “I’m tired, oppa”, she says in a weak voice. You help her sit and guide the bottle to her mouth, and she parts her lips slightly to let water into her mouth. “Why are you not naked, oppa? Are we done? Do you not want to cum?”, she fires a barrage of questions at you.

“You’re tired, though.”

“No, I’m not”

“Oh, please, you were literally sleeping.”

“No, I wasn’t. I was just waiting for you to come back from God-knows-where.”

You realize you can’t defeat her when she’s this insistent; “okay, fine—how do you want me now?”

“I should be asking that question—how do you want me, oppa?”

You flip her over and drag her by the legs until she’s bent over the edge of the bed. “Do you mind if I do it in this position?". “Not at all”, she says, “fuck me again, oppa”. As you’re getting undressed, you’re reminded of your little meeting with her neighbor. “Sweetie, the lady next door heard us—she told us to keep it down”, you forward the message to Dahyun. “Lady next door? Haseul-unnie?”, she laughs, “as if she doesn’t get loud every time her fiancé is banging her in the ass”. You’re perplexed, “how do you know she was taking him in the ass?”. “How can I not?”, she says, “she keeps screaming you’re in my ass every single time they have anal”.

Well, shit, now you’re not sure if your boner is from imagining Miss Haseul taking her fiancé in the ass or if it’s from Dahyun bending over in front of you, but since you can’t fuck Miss Haseul, you’ll use it to fuck Dahyun instead. You clear your throat and shake your head to get your focus back. You then hold your cock in one hand and hold Dahyun’s waist in the other. “Are we ready?”, you ask, and she hums in response.

Dahyun jolts at the first contact; “gently, please; I’m sensitive”. You nod—even though she can’t really see you—and slowly ease your way into her pussy until you’re fully enveloped by her, earning soft moans from her at the end. “So big, so big”, she mindlessly chants, “how are you so big, oppa?”. “Dad’s genes”, you grit your teeth thanks to how tight Dahyun feels post-orgasm, “fuck, I can’t take this anymore”.

With the way she’s gripping you, you just want to keep pounding away until you bust—speaking of busting, you haven’t asked where she wants your cum, so you take the chance to do so now. “I’m fertile”, is the answer you get, and as amazing as it is to cum inside, cumming inside a fertile girl doesn’t sound like the best idea right now, so you take a mental note to pull out when it’s time to bust.

You close your eyes and slap her butt a few times before slamming into her with all your might. “Fuck, I’m close”, you announce. You’re shocked when you hear Dahyun scream from the top of her lungs, so you open your eyes and make out of the situation: she’s putting her index finger in her ass while your hips are crashing into her butt cheeks. “Here, I’ll help”, you coat your index finger with your spit and shove it into her rear, stretching it further. “FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!”, she can only scream out profanities as you’re stimulating her in two holes at once, and you must admit, this is very naughty and arousing at the same time.

You want to increase the chance of having Dahyun cum with you, so you snake your other hand around her thighs and start rubbing her nub recklessly while still fucking her ass with your finger—fingers, rather; you’re forcing your middle finger into her rear. “Fuck, that hurts so good—please, more”, she says, her voice weak from exhaustion—perhaps overstimulation, too. You’re given the idea to spread your two fingers, the same way you’d spread them when fingering a girl’s pussy. “IT HURTS, OPPA! IT HURTS!”, she reacts the exact way you hoped. “If you can’t—oh, fuck—if you can’t take this, you can’t take my penis”, you say while your fingers are still making scissoring motions in her ass.

You almost failed to notice that you’re about to cum because you were so busy playing with Dahyun’s asshole—luckily for you, however, your brain manages to remind you in time. You retreat from her pussy and her ass while yelling out a profanity, and true enough, you start spurting cum all over her butt cheeks, some of them dripping down her thighs. While all of this is happening, she’s squirting like a fountain and her legs are shaking. With the last bit of your energy, you help her get comfortable and join her in bed after for a quick cuddle.

“We’re done, baby”, you say after getting yourself together, “we can rest now”. You can feel how fast Dahyun’s heart is beating and how sweaty she is on your skin, and you’d like to think that this is a sign of a job well done. “I-I’m tired”, she weakly says, “you used me like I was a cheap slut”. Truthfully, that doesn’t sound like a good thing, but she says that it is—she was trying to imply how rough you were. “Y-you haven’t fucked my ass y-yet”, she unnecessarily reminds you. “With—hah, fuck—with the way you reacted to my fingers, I’m not putting my penis in there”, you deflect, “let’s just rest for now, please”.

-

Bzzt bzzt

Bzzt bzzt

In your sleep, you hear your phone, that’s sitting on the bedside table, vibrating, so you grab it. The way your phone lights up in the dark bedroom makes you squint, but you manage to see that it’s Xinyu—she’s calling you in the middle of the night, presumably because she can’t sleep. You carefully move Dahyun off your body and sneak out of the bedroom to pick up the call.

“Hello, this is Jung Jisung.”

“Hello, this is Zhou Xinyu.”

“Are you okay, baby?”

“No.”

“No?”

“I can’t sleep, oppa. It feels weird to not have you in bed with me.”

“I’m sorry, baby”

“I’m starting to regret suggesting you this idea, actually—when are you coming home, oppa?”

You move your phone from your ear so that you can see the time: 01:10, it says.

“Probably in a few hours, babe”

“Ugh, fine”, Xinyu airs her annoyance, “I won’t sleep until you’re here.”

“No, please don’t do that”, you air your disapproval, “please try to sleep, baby—look, I’ll come home before 9.”

“Don’t worry about me, oppa. I’ll just turn on my laptop and study or something—you should go back to Dahyun-ie.”

You’re starting to feel really bad, but your sleepover at Dahyun’s place isn’t quite done yet. “Is that Xinyu-unnie?”, Dahyun’s voice startles you. “Oh my God, fuck”, you sigh, “yes, this is Xinyu—babe, Dahyun-ie is here”. Xinyu asks you to put her on speaker, so you do so.

“Unnie, hello”

“Hi, Dahyun-ah. How are you?”

“I’m tired, unnie”

“Did oppa fuck you too hard?”

Dahyun looks at you as she tries to come up with an answer.

“K-kind of.”

You hear Xinyu laugh over the phone, probably amused with you and Dahyun.

“Well, I’m glad, because otherwise all of this is a waste. Anyway, I’ll go now—I’ll find something to do.”

“You should try going to sleep, baby”, you say to Xinyu, hoping that she’ll listen to you.

“No you, no sleep”, Xinyu says, “Dahyun-ah, ask oppa about a peace package—I have some stuff for you. Goodbye, you two.”

Xinyu hangs up the phone right after, leaving you with Dahyun in the dim living room, in the middle of the night. “What peace package, oppa?”, she asks. You point at the plastic bag on the other side of the sofa and tell her to open it. “What is—oh my God, chocolate? Chips? These are my favorites, oppa”, she digs through the bag and sees the small, folded piece of paper sitting in the bottom, “what is this?”. She unfolds the paper and starts reading its content out loud.

“Dear Seo Dahyun

This is Zhou Xinyu, the girlfriend of Jung Jisung.

First, I want to make it clear that I don’t hate you. I understand why you fell in love with my boyfriend, and while I can’t let you steal him from me, I’m letting him see you one last time so that the two of you can “break up” properly.

Now, I’m sure you understand why I don’t want to lose my boyfriend; the things that made you fall in love with him are the same ones that make me keen on keeping him mine.

Lastly, I’d like to apologize for slapping you at the resort. I was just so angry to hear that the two of you had been fooling around behind me. Once again, I do not hate you. I’ve forgiven you the same way I’ve forgiven my boyfriend.

With love,

Xinyu”

Dahyun folds the paper into its previous shape and puts it back in the bag. “How kind”, she says, “yeah, thanks, unnie—thank you as well, oppa”. She takes your hand and pulls, signaling to you to stand up, so you do so, and she wraps her arms around your body. “I love you so much, oppa”, she softly says, “can we go back to bed? We still have time until you need to go home”.

You climb onto the bed, and Dahyun climbs onto your body. “Oppa”, she taps your chest lightly, “I don’t want to go to work tomorrow—I mean, today”. You were about to ask, “what work”, but you’re promptly reminded that her parents run a restaurant, and just like them, she can’t really take a break. “Okay, so?”. “Please fuck me again so that I can tell my parents that I’m tired, because I will be”. She moves to sit on your lap and starts stroking you to get you hard. “Please, oppa. One more round”, she sounds very desperate, “this will be our last, I promise”. You sigh, “okay, fine; one more time”.

Dahyun lifts her butt off your lap and guides your cock into her pussy, moaning softly as she does. “Your girlfriend is so lucky, oppa; she gets to get fucked by this big cock of yours all the time—oh, fuck, yes”, she says. “We always say that—oh, fuck”, you’re cut off when she rolls her hips, the same way Xinyu usually does it, “we’re lucky to be with each other—oh, fuck, you’re so good at this”. “S-stop thinking about her, oppa”, she protests, and you want to remind her that she was the one who brought it up, but that’ll probably kill the mood, so you zip it and just enjoy the moment.

As she’s bouncing up and down on your cock, you notice how her tits are also bouncing, as if teasing you. You move your hands from her waist and put it on her tits, playing with them to your heart’s content. Dahyun approves of this, placing her hands over yours, “you like them, oppa? You like how perfect they are for you?”. You really want to put them in your mouth, so you move to sit and bend forward until your mouth can reach them. “Oh, yes, daddy”, the daddy kink makes a return when you start sucking on her tits, “just stay with me and don’t come back to your girlfriend at this point”. You think that it’s just heat-of-the-moment thing, so you let it pass; you don’t want to keep bringing up the same thing repeatedly.

“Oh, fuck”, Dahyun stops abruptly after a few minutes, the exhaustion apparent on her face, “I’m tired, daddy; fuck me, please”. Fucking her from below is exhausting, and you know you’ll run out of energy before she can cum, so you ask her to get off and bend over the edge of the bed like earlier.

Once she’s comfortable with her position, you stand behind her and take a good look at her curves—fuck, that butt looks very plump and tasty. You gather your might and spank her hard, earning a scream of pain and surprise. “Oh, that hurts, daddy”, she whines, rubbing the spot you slapped to cope with the pain. Seeing that she’s distracted, you take other hand and slap the other butt cheek, thus earning another scream. “Fuck, that hurts, daddy—please, it hurts”, she whines again.

You commit yourself to not think too much this time, since it’ll be the last time you’re doing this. Dahyun has proved to be able to take minimal intrusion in the rear, so you slather spit on your index and middle finger and slowly ease them into her ass. “Fuck! Fuck!”, she lets out screams due to the stimulation. You use your free hand to press down on the back of her head, “quiet, you—remember what your neighbor said”. “Y-yes, daddy”, her voice is muffled, but it’s still loud enough for you to hear.

“Fuck, where is the lube?”, you look around the dark bedroom for the white bottle, “ah, shit, it’s behind me”. “One second, baby”, you move into a position that allows you to reach it, barely able to grab it. The sound of the cap snapping open doesn’t seem to reach her ears, as she’s still letting out moans and grunts from the ass play. You slather lube recklessly all over your cock and throw the bottle onto the bed after. Dahyun lets out a sigh of relief when you remove your fingers from her rear—if only she knew what’s coming next. With your lubed-up cock in hand, you spread her butt and guide your cock towards her rear. She lets out a surprised gasp when she feels the tip of your cock on her entrance, “are you going to fuck my ass, daddy? Are you going to pop my last cherry?”. Without saying a word, you move your hips forward and force your way into her ass, and Dahyun can’t do anything else aside from pressing her face into the bed. The tightness makes you grit your teeth, “you’ve never put anything in here, have you? Fuck, you’re so tight, baby”.

You lean forward and plant your hands in the bed, eager to fuck Dahyun’s ass into the morning. “Remember: don’t be too loud”, you remind her. “Y-yes, daddy—OH, FUCK!”. Well, there she goes, screaming from the top of her lungs when your cock is fully in her ass—so much for “keeping it down”. You slowly move your cock back and forth in her ass until you think that she’s gotten used to it, because even if you’re impatient, you don’t want to hurt her more than this.

“Nghh, nghh”, is all the sound that she makes as your cock hits the deepest points of her ass with every pump. “You’re doing great, baby”, you praise her, “fuck, you’re doing so fucking great”. “I’m yours, I’m yours”, she chants softly, “fuck my ass, daddy; make it hurt”. You retreat as far back as you can without pulling out and slam roughly into her ass in one go, earning another scream of pain. “Oh, please, make it hurt, daddy”, she eggs you on. “Bet”.

You straighten your back again because you figure that you’ll be able to thrust harder like this. You match the rhythm of your spanks with your thrusts, making sure that she’s well-stimulated. “Daddy, daddy”, she asks for your attention, “you’re stretching my ass, daddy”. Well, yes, you can see that, but it’s fine; sometimes—if not most of the time—stating the obvious during sex is good.

Taking someone in the ass from behind (especially during your first time) proves to be difficult, and Dahyun is learning that first-hand. She can’t control how hard and deep you’re fucking her, as she’s just stuck lying in bed as you’re stretching her ass with your shaft. “Fuck, it hurts—it hurts so fucking bad”, the thought runs in her head endlessly as you pump her ass (seemingly) endlessly, “c’mon, Seo Dahyun, you can do this—make him happy”. When there is will, there is way; Dahyun, to your surprise, starts fucking herself on your cock, matching the timing with your thrusts.

“FUUUUCK! OH, OH, FUCK! IT HURTS! DADDY, PLEASE!”, she’s no longer holding in her screams, and you’re starting to feel concerned. You pull your cock out of her ass and move to soothe her, feeling apologetic. “I’m sorry, baby—fuck, I’m so sorry”, you softly run a palm up and down her back, “we can stop right here, baby”. You help her get on the bed, and she instantly squirms around while palming her asshole, seemingly in so much pain.

This is the problem with having little experience, because you’re now clueless as to how you can help her cope with the pain. “Daddy, it hurts”, tears start flowing out of her eyes and onto her cheeks, “it hurts so much, daddy”. “Fuck, I’m so sorry for that, baby”, you pull her in for a hug, feeling very regretful—sure, it was her idea and all that, but considering that: (a) a penis doesn’t belong in someone’s ass, (b) it was her first time, and (c) you were doing it rough, the burden of guilt is equally heavy—if not heavier—on you. “Did-did you like that, though? Y’know, taking my cherry?”, she still has the energy to think about your pleasure—how touching. Truthfully, you’re not sure what to say to that, but she probably wants to hear you say yes, so you say yes; “I did, baby; you’re so fucking amazing”. “I-I’m glad—oh, fuck, my ass is on fire”, she replies, still rubbing her ass with her palm.

-

“Huh? What time is it?”

The sun is up, its light filling the bedroom where you and Dahyun are in. You look to your left and see that she’s still sleeping peacefully, and you’re reminded of the situation before you fell asleep with her. You spread her butt cheeks gently and check on her asshole. “Doesn’t seem to be wounded or anything—fuck, I hope she’s fine”, you think to yourself as you inspect the result of your, uh, work.

You get off the bed and grab your phone to see the time; 8:20, it says—only a bit more to go before you can go home to your girlfriend. Your brain wants to get a shower, and you almost forgot that this isn’t your apartment. “Oh, fuck, need to wake her up”. You poke her cheek repeatedly to wake her up, and you see that she’s gradually opening her eyes. “Good morning, baby”, you greet her with a smile and cheek rubs, “do you want to shower?”. She nods slightly, “help me shower, oppa”.

You carry her in your arms and walk towards the bathroom with her—oh, hey, she has a bathtub. You open the toilet and make her sit on it. “Are you okay? Is your butt still in pain?”, you ask while kneeling in front of her, concerned about her well-being. She shakes her head, “I think I’m fine, oppa—fuck, you were going crazy last night”. “Well, it was more like this morning but yes”, you try to make a little joke, “I’m so sorry for that, baby”. She shakes her head again, “no, you don’t have to; I offered you my ass and you took it—the responsibility is mine as much as it is yours”.

You give her a peck before standing up and observing the layout of the bathroom; there’s a shower on the wall above the bathtub. “How do you usually shower, baby?”, you ask. She tells you that she usually just stands up in the bathtub under the shower and lets water run all over her body. “Let’s use the bathtub today, oppa”, she suggests, so you plug the drain and let water the tub for a few minutes.

You kneel in front of her again and show her a smile, “hi, baby.”

“Hi, oppa”, she returns the smile twice as sweetly to you, “you’re having a boner.”

“Yes, I can feel that—just my morning wood; no big deal.”

“What about my first time having anal, oppa? Is that a big deal, or no?”

“Of course, baby; every first time is a big deal.”

“Maybe I’ll start training my ass after this. I want to be able to take guys in the ass.”

“I mean, your body, your choice—but I’d say don’t do it too often; just the thought of you forcing things up your ass makes my heart ache.”

“Says you, who literally fucked my ass”, she chuckles, “but sure, I get your point. You’re such a sweet guy, oppa.”

Dahyun comes in for a kiss, and you welcome her warmly. “Even if I can’t have you for now, oppa, I will always be ready for you to come running to me”, she says with hopefulness in her voice. “I’m not cheating on Xinyu ever again, but yes, I get your point”, you say with a smile, hoping that it sounds rational to her.

Dahyun sees that the tub is decently filled with water, so she tells you to add some body wash into it and mix it around. “Let’s have a bath, oppa”, she says. You lift her and gently place her in the bathtub before joining her in it. “Let me take care of you, oppa”. She moves to sit on your lap and takes you in her pussy for a quick morning sex. “Fuck, it’s way easier to have normal sex”, she says between moans. “It was your idea to have anal sex, baby”, you remind her, “you’re such a crazy girl”. “I know—now quiet, please; I want to ride you”.

-

Now that the both of you are fully dressed, you’re now ready to say goodbye to her. You ask her to sit on the sofa and get on one knee in front of her. “Baby, listen to me, please”, you hold her hand and call her by a pet name one last time, “thank you for loving me, seriously. I know that we can’t be together for now, but I can feel how sincere your love is. You really deserve to be with someone who loves you unconditionally”. Dahyun accepts your kind words with a precious smile. “Thank you for everything, oppa. If you’re really not meant for me, then I hope that one day I’ll find someone like you”, she says, her eyes glassy. “No, baby; you deserve someone that’s better than me”.

You get on your feet, and Dahyun does the same. She wraps an arm around yours as you make towards her front door. “Can I walk with you to your car, oppa?”, she asks. “You don’t have to, baby—you should just rest”, you stop at the doorway and look at her, “goodbye, Dahyun-ah. It’s been such a pleasure”. “Goodbye, oppa. I’ll see you around”, she replies. You come in for a quick kiss before walking out of her apartment and closing the door behind you.

-

As soon as you enter your apartment, you see that Xinyu is sleeping at the dinner table. She hears your footsteps and starts opening her eyes slowly. “Welcome home, cheater”, she says weakly, “now I can finally sleep in peace”. You know what she means, and you lift her from her seat and carry her to the bedroom. You gently lower her onto the bed before reaching for the AC remote. She’ll be sleeping through the afternoon, so in case it gets hot, you turn on the AC for her. “Good morning, oppa”, she says, “how was it?”. “I’d like to think that it was successful”, you pull her into your arms, “she’s fine, I’m fine, and you’re fine”. “Did you—”, a yawn cuts her off, “did you cum in her?”. “No, I didn’t”, you say, “she said she was fertile, and I didn’t want to risk getting her pregnant”. “Good thinking”, Xinyu pecks your cheek, “okay, I’ll sleep now—see you in a few hours, oppa”.

[ivys-garden]

Life Series Session Recap and Alliance Analysis

Pearl opens her episode clarifying she and Impulse did nothing wrong. Finally I don't have to write “get over double life, tumblr” every week.

Yes, another Saturday means another instalment of the Life Series. This session was far more chill and slow paced than last weeks, ironic considering that this week's Wild Card was a perpetual speed increase! Going from a complete time freeze to full hyperspeed. Naturally, this led to about a 7.5 on the madness scale, so let's see what those teams were up to.

The Final Girls - (Scott, Cleo, Pearl, Impulse & Bigb (not anymore ;3 ))

On the topic of Pearl and Impulse, Cleo decides that they will fully enable all of they're future actions. Yes, she might sigh when they talk about all the evil stuff they're going to do, but she's fully on board.

Right about now Scott is probably regretting being team mum for three chaos gremlins as he's already had to instruct them not to give Gem any more reasons to kill them & had to break up the fight that was issued once they all went Matrix mode.

Speaking of Gem & Joel, a new development in the great drama sees Impulse explain himself and apologise to Gem. She doesn't buy it but it's the thought that counts. During this apology Pearl, the attack dog, is ordered by Gem and Impulse to slaughter grian. So while Cleo and Scott go off to make friends, Impulse and Pearl pop over to Rens for some very serious murder discussion, with an eventual “let's murder Grian” party forming consisting of Pearl, Impulse, Ren, Martyn, Bigb, Scar & Jimmy. If even a fraction of these people stick to this next session Grian is pretty firmly doomed.

In other news Scott manages to make allies with the Bamboozelers through several means, including staring at Jimmy's ass. Cleo & Impulse have a little caving adventure and Impy manages to make a working Creeper farm that they may or may not be sharing with Renwood. This leaves Pearl once again building the tower, which is good since she has arguably to much experience in that

While building the tower we get more Drama! Grian and Mumbo managed to get a quick kill on Scott early on the session by digging a big pit under the tower and spleefing him in. Mumbo and Skizz later come back to this trap only to be discovered by Pearl. The Suits try to get her to lure Scott over, but Pearl is far to loyal for that…. But not loyal enough to kick them out, reasoning that it would be really funny if it happened twice. On top of this she negotiated the ability to kill grian without them stepping in, very useful given her current plans & the second spleefing doesn't work anyways, so no harm no foul.

No one would actually agree to luring their team to their Death intentionally… right Bigb?

I'd say I'm surprised, but I'm not. He's worked again every team he's been in except Nosey Neighbours. I guess the “B” must stand for “Betrayal”

Bigb pulls the same thing Pearl did only not under the pretence of a joke, when Grian is around to actually make sure his team gets the kill, actually agreeing to lure Scott and doing it INFRONT OF CLEO. This being the second time this has helped to them, Cleo immediately goes off to find Scott to warn him about the traitor…Scott still falls into the trap anyway but that was a skill issue on his part. Bigb actually tries later to gaslight Scott into thinking that he didn't mean to betray the team, which almost worked until he started saying Cleo was the traitor, which obviously Scott would never buy. Oh he also did this in earshot of Cleo so she set her attack dog (Pearl) on him.

Bigb also later betrays the “Let's Kill Grian Gang” and warns Grian about the plan to murderficate him. I guess someone hasn't gotten over Double Life after all.

The Fast And The Furious - (Joel & Gem)

Actually, the fast and the paranoid might be more accurate as while Joel is just off having a grand old time prattling speed bridging, Gem is terrified that everyone is out to get her and doesn't seem to understand that putting your base on the main path means more people will come visit.

Aside from sending everyone they can to kill Grian and disregarding Impulses genuine apology, the team due doesn't really do much themselves

Gem was officially the last person to lose a life though, with no less than 4 people, including 2 greens, having to help kill her.

Also Joel added racing stripes to the car and… it actually made it a lot less hideous, well done Joel.

The Bamboozelers - (Jimmy, Scar & Lizzie)

Jimmy has regained the title as most confident member of this team…scarily confident in fact, just this session he was able to steal a potential kill from Skizz & kill his teammates, get another good kill on Joel using Lizzie as bait, managing to turn his relationship with Joel around to become allies and reaffirming his alliance with Renwood. Honesty 100 IQ plays from Tim all around.

He did die once this session, but that wasn't his fault and was also incredibly funny to watch Martyn bimbo his way through traps made for Bigb and accidentally kill Timmy. Great job everyone.

Speaking of failed traps… oh Scar… he started of strong, absolutely annihilating Etho in slow motion and living up to the villain he shares a name with by tossing him off a cliff, but after that every single attempt to trap someone fails miserably and he's forced into a cheap kill on Grian that results in him calling for vengeance… wouldn't be to worried about that tho considering Skizz and Mumbo's track record.

The Spanners - (Mumbo, Skizz & Grian)

How are these idiots not dead yet.

They get one (1) successful kill this session, spleefin’ Scott. A trap Mumbo tries his luck with several times after this despite knowing the Final Girls already knew about it.

Skizz gets no kills despite Grians efforts. An attempt to build a super TNT minecart launcher is made… on Scars mountain… and Grian spends several.minutes explaining to his worst enemies how the trap works… and then he and Mumbo stand directly under where they know the TNT will land. Yeah obviously Jimmy sneaks in and pulls the lever to kill them.

A second attempt to launch TNT is made, but this launcher is pathetic and ends up being turned into a party game. oh, and then Grian gets hotguyed by Scar. Grian immediately screams vengeance and blows up the reputation board, ranting about how little it meant since he was in good favour… which only proved he never read the damn thing but it's the thought that counts.

In their last hoorah for this session the team goes on a proper hunt The Bamboozelers as they hide in Joel's car. Mumbo sneaks up to pure lava on them… and burns himself to death. He then tries to hypersonic pvp Gem and you can guess how that went. He then joins in trapping Gwm in a big hole and burning her, only for the kill to go to Ren anyway.

These guys are Doomed. Especially because Final Girls & The Family are allied with Scar & The fact that Renwood actively wants to murder them.

Predictions: Grian goes Yellow next session, Mumbo goes out-out and Skizz is somehow still Red.

Renwood - (Ren & Martyn)

We actually covered everything these guys did already, The Grian Murder Crew, Martyn being a trap bimbo, Ren allying with Impulse to make up for beheading him, really the only thing we haven't discussed is Martyns strange choice to make the first 5 minutes of his episode unlistenable

The Tuff Guys - (Etho, Tango & Bdubs

Etho finally admits they're the comic relief. Like any good comic relief, these three stooges spend the entire session failing at everything. Tango fails on the same trap 3 times. Bdubs almost kills himself in said trap. There's more fights and bickerings than you could count on 15 hands and a toe

Oh also Tango also perma-died to Pearl after going invis and being pumped full of arrows.

Honestly it's not a question of if someone dies next session, it's a question of who.

[honeysickledream]

Overloaded - Simon Riley x GN!Reader

Tags: SFW (minors and ageless blogs dni as always), established relationship, reader's mentally overloaded/overstimulated, fluff and comfort by way of acts of service

Simon entered the flat right as the clock read 1900 on his phone. He'd perfected his schedules and commute to aligned perfectly with yours. You had a thirty minutes at the flat all to yourself to decompress from all that people (and life) threw at you, and he had his thirty-minute decompressing walk around the neighborhood. Except something was different about tonight. The TV wasn't playing your favorite movie as you did something in the next room, the flat didn't smell like whatever you'd made for dinner. It was silent, stale...tense.

He moved to the living room after taking off his boots, keeping his steps as quiet as possible. There you were, perched on the couch and doing your best to take those deep and supposedly calming deep breaths every mindfulness person swore by. It was obvious you'd been crying: tissues were piled up beside you on the couch, the collar of his your shirt stained dark in some spots from your tears. Your breathing was uneven, a sign you were right on the precipice of more tears, and your hands shook subtly as you gripped your knees to ground yourself.

Something--a lot of somethings--must've happened with no time for you to acclimate, he figured. He'd gotten so used to you poking your head out of the bedroom or the office, welcoming him with a smile and kiss and a plea for him to tell you all about his day. He grabbed his phone from his pocket and sent a quick message to let you know he was home as he made his way to the kitchen to begin dinner. You padded into the kitchen five minutes later with a crumpled tissue in hand. He patted the counter space beside him, trusting that you would reach out for him in what ever way when you were ready. The two of you stood in silence, watching the microwave as the frozen meal slowly heated up. Simon had chosen your favorite out of the selection in the freezer and even fished out the emergency stash of your favorite snacks from the cupboard.

He slowly draped his arm over your shoulders when you leaned against his side, smiling to himself when you sighed softly. It wasn't the kind of heavy sigh you made when you were frustrated. No, it was the one you let out when your mind was finally quieting, your body no longer on such high alert. Simon only moved away to fetch the food from the microwave, putting it on a plate and handing you your utensils before he ushered you to the couch. He made sure you were settled before he put his own dinner in the microwave, popping his head into the living room like some mother hen before he sat beside you, digging into his own meal No words were passed between you as dinner was eaten. Simon occasionally added a new point to the daily recap he was writing on the back of the grocery list sheet, not missing the way you tried to skim the paper before he quickly turned it back over. It wasn't until you were cocooned on the couch after finishing your meal, now munching on your snacks, that you slowly opened up. You told him about your whole day, pausing to give yourself a chance to settle down when your frustrations grew, and Simon listened attentively the entire time--like he always did.

And you, like always, returned the favor when he gave you his recap. You cooed at the newest picture he took of the prissiest dog in the neighborhood and laughed when he told you, in great detail, the newest way Soap had caused trouble. When he suggested watching a movie to end the day, you agreed brightly and scrounged up all the snacks you two enjoyed during movie night.

Simon ended up falling asleep halfway through the movie (after he'd promised he wouldn't), but you didn't mind. You thanked him softly for his patience and snuggled up to him as you rewound the movie so you could fall asleep to it, too.

[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

ahhhh! i was the anon who requested the most recent hotch!daughter fic! tysm for writing that. the most adorable thing ever <3!!!

is it ok to have a sort of follow up on that fic? maybe reader comes back and forces hotch and all the bau members to play princess tea party with her during their lunch break haha?

Aaron Hotchner X Young Daughter Reader Pt 2

Request : ahhhh! i was the anon who requested the most recent hotch!daughter fic! tysm for writing that. the most adorable thing ever <3!!!

is it ok to have a sort of follow up on that fic? maybe reader comes back and forces hotch and all the bau members to play princess tea party with her during their lunch break haha?

Start of recap...

Following his arm Hotch breathed a sigh off relief as he saw where Y/N had got to, smiling he watched his daughter laugh and play with the young doctors hair.

He was glad she was okay and made a new friend. Quickly taking a few pictures he sends them to Haily who messaged back just a quick. "Some one made a new friend" chuckling he responded. "I think they both made a new friend"

Putting his phone away he went back to his office, happy to leave his daughter in his agents capable hands.

End of recap...

Third person pov...

A couple months after Hotch and Haily get a divorce. Haley has the kids most of the time and Hotch gets visitation rights, little Y/N loves spending time with her Daddy.

It was a typical day at the FBI academy for Aaron Hotchner, the team's stoic leader.

As they were reviewing their case files and strategizing for their next case, Hotchner's phone rang. He picked it up and on the other end was his ex-wife, Haley.

Hotchner's heart skipped a beat as he heard the sound of his two-year-old daughter, laughing in the background.

The spending if her voice grew louder, she had come closer to the phone.

"Hi daddy!" She squeals as she sees his contact. Hotch let's a smile fall on his lips. "Hi baby, you want to spend the day with me and the team?" He asks the young girl.

Hotch immediately pulls the phone far away from his ears as his Daughter screams in joy shouting into the phone. "Yes yes yes!" Hotch laughs at how excited the little girl sounds.

After getting the phone back, Haley explained that their original babysitter had called in sick and she had an important meeting she couldn't miss, Jack had school so She asked if Aaron could take care of Y/N for the day.

Despite his busy schedule, Hotchner couldn't say no to spending time with his daughter. He quickly made arrangements for Y/N to come to the BAU office and inform the team that they would have a special guest for the day.

As the clock struck 12, Agent Hotchner was in his office, going through files when suddenly he heard a knock on his door.

"Come in" he called out, not looking up from his work.

To his surprise, it wasn't one of his team members, but his 2 year old Daughter

Y/N standing in front of him with a huge smile on her face.

"Daddy!" she exclaimed, running towards him.

"Hey, Princess have a safe trip" Hotch asked, lifting her up in his arms. The energetic girl smiled and hugged his neck. "Yep I did, can we play daddy?" she asks the man, giggling.

Hotch chuckled, "i'm sorry sweetie, but Daddy has to work right now. Maybe later, okay?" The H/C girl pouted, but before Hotch could say anything else.

she suddenly let out a loud giggle and ran out of his office. Hotch shrugged, thinking it was just a phase and went back to his work.

But 5 minutes later, he heard more giggling and the sound of his door opening again.

This time, it was the whole BAU team following Y/N who was dressed in a pink princess dress with a tiara on her head.

She was holding the young Dr's hand who was smiling, Y/N still loved Spencer the most apart from her Daddy of course

"Hotch, we have a problem" Rossi said, a serious look on his face but trying to hold back his laughter.

Hotch raised an eyebrow, "What's going on?" Everyone one of them after trying to keep a straight face.

"Morgan found this little princess wandering around the bullpen, claiming that she was here to play with you" JJ explained, trying not to laugh

Before he could say anything, Y/N ran towards him and tugged on his shirt. "Daddy, I wanna play tea party with you and your friends!"

Hotch looked at his team, trying to hide his amusement. But seeing their pleading faces, he knew there was no way he could deny his daughter's request.

"Okay, just for a little while" Hotch said, putting the little girl down and joining the others in the break room.

Y/N clapped her hands in excitement as she dragged Spencer out of her Daddies office and to the found table room.

She then passed out plastic tea cups and saucers to everyone. "You're the queen, Daddy!" She said, placing a tiara on Hotch's head.

The team couldn't help but laugh as they pretended to sip imaginary tea and have conversations with the little princess.

They even played make-believe with her, pretending to be princes and princesses in a magical kingdom.

Hotch was the Queen, Rossi was the King, Y/N of course was a Princess, Spencer the court magician, Penelope the fairy God Mother, Derek a Knight, JJ and Emily were princesses with Y/N.

For the next hour, the BAU team forgot about their stressful job and just enjoyed the innocent fun with their bosses daughter.

Hotch couldn't remember the last time he laughed this much, and seeing his team bonding with his daughter made his heart warm.

As the lunch break came to an end and they had to get back to work, Y/N hugged each team member tightly, thanking them for playing with her.

"Thanks for saving my princess, Hotch" Derek said, high-fiving him as they all left the break room.

Hotch smiled, feeling grateful for his team and their willingness to be a part of his daughter's little tea party adventure.

From that day on, whenever little Y/N would visit him at work, the team would always set aside some time to play with her.

Hotch couldn't be happier, knowing that his daughter was being raised in a loving and supportive environment.

The end!

I hope you liked this oneshot, so sorry for the wait. Finally got around to writing this. Sorry for any grammar and Spelling mistakes.

Request are open!

Word count: 1100

[junicult]

Uh so what would the bachelors react like if you ask them to go in raw for the first time? Sorry I’m curious and you’re an amazing writer :)

!! how the bachelors would react to wearing no protection

contains ; fem!farmer. established relationships. major nsfw. minors dni pleaseee!!! breeding kink. unprotected sex (obvi.) serious talk of children for a few. one mention of the word daddy pls don’t kill me. missionary / cowgirl. kitchen sex. creampie(s). cockwarming. praise!! minor degradation if u squint.

note ; ok freak i like u

harvey.

- he’s so addicted to health, and staying safe and whatnot,

- so it’s no surprise he prefers condoms.

- has literally never not worn a condom during sex. i’m being fr.

- and the only time he’d ever feel comfortable without wearing a condom is if you already had a conversation about children, and were both on the same page on wanting them.

- not to ruin your day if you were hoping otherwise 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

- cus if you asked him to without even talking about kids, i’m sorry but he won’t.

- he can’t be quick enough to pull out.

- but i can assure you, once the conversation has been had…ohh myyy godddd.

- first of all, he was baffled u wanted to have kids considering you’re so busy.

- mostly bc u mentioned it so randomly, while you were both lazily recapping your day in bed at night.

- “are you serious? with me?”

- he’s like…so smiley now.

- the next day he’s absolutely cheesin. grin on his cheeks, even while he’s in his office at work.

- helps you figure out ur ovulation schedule 🫡

- he’s a doctor. ofc it goes beyond just fucking u until it works.

- and when you’re finally ovulating…

- haha.

- he makes you a nice, fancy dinner just for the fun of it. also bc he loves pampering you.

- …and if he’s going to put his kids in u then he’s going to do it right!

- “i love you so much, y’mean everything to me.” hands all over your waist, lips hardly pulling away to murmur.

- he’s almost ravenous.

- he’s never been more affectionate. and that’s saying something.

- kissing you so much, mumbling so many words of praise so your ears go numb.

- and he’s not a huge fan of hickeys (probably thinks it’s more childish)

- but i can assure u this man’s lips are hardly leaving your neck.

- he’s prepping you like never before. on his fingers, mouth, ur cumming at least three times before he puts it in.

- it’s like a silent thank you. if ur letting him fuck you raw, the least he can do is make his own lube.

- literally asks, “are you sure you want me to?” after you’ve been begging for what felt like hours.

- kisses you so long, and so hard before he aligns himself.

- holds your hands, and he’s so slow and careful while he pushes in even though you’re used to him already.

- “finally get to do this…” he sighs, like he’s been waiting forever.

- which he literally has. he’s always wanted a family, so this is quite literally his dream lmfao.

- his head thrown forward, eyes pinched closed while you just cockwarm him for a sec because holy fuck this is what your cunt feels like, no obstructions.

- “oh my—nngh, you feel so good,” teeth seething while his breaths are already starting to stutter.

- he whimpers when he pulls his hips back.

- he’s honestly so indecisive. doesn’t know if he wants to kiss you, or watch you so he keeps just doing both.

- can’t help but look down at the sight of him sliding in and out of u.

- …and the creamy ring around the base of his cock🫡🫡

- and how you’re whining, “s’too much, ffuck y’too much,” just bc of rounds of overstimulation.

- but good for him bc there’s no way he can last that much longer.

- he never realized how good sex can feel without a condom.

- or maybe it’s bc u both know what the end goal is.

- u practically sob when he reaches his hand between ur bodies to rub your clit.

- “just let it out baby, i’m so close, fuck.”

- he cums so fucking much.

- he’s literally cumming for like 15 seconds straight.

- and despite that, he knows that won’t be the only time he’ll be cumming inside of you.

- good thing it takes multiple tries to make a baby.

sam.

- probably a spur of the moment decision.

- you’re both just way too horny to care enough.

- this man is clingy. he sometimes forgets that you’re extremely busy, and he likes to spend the majority of his time at least somewhere within the same vicinity as you.

- so if you have spent the last couple days way too busy to go see him, or for him to come see you,

- you better believe the moment you’re in his arms he’s not letting you go.

- “can’t believe you made me wait so long, missed you so much.” he’s pouting lmfao.

- acting like he hasn’t seen you in years.

- i mean, it’s depressing but he’s so used to being without his dad for so long and he hates it, so obviously he doesn’t like not seeing you for some time.

- burying his face in the crook of your neck while you cook at the stove.

- his hands are already feeling your stomach, rubbing your skin and tilting his head to the side to watch you work.

- needy sam needy sam needy saaaammmmm.

- he’s softly kissing your neck, gently wrapping himself tighter around you.

- and his hard-on is pressing into your thigh.

- but fuck it, you’re not even that hungry anyways.

- literally immediately turning around to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in to make out with him.

- and he’s almost faster then you, pressing you into the cabinets, his skilled lips moving so quickly against yours. so desperately.

- he’s DEPRIVED.

- “been wanting you so bad. had to get off to just the thought of you last night, y’killin me,” into your ear after his teeth softly nip at your lobe.

- his hands reach down to slide under your thighs, lifting you into the counter.

- yes the stove is still on.

- but who cares about a fire hazard when you’re in love??

- slotting himself between your parted knees, lifting your dress just enough so he can reach his hand underneath your underwear.

- rubs ur clit before dipping his fingers into your cunt.

- “you’re soaked. missed me just as much, did you?”

-…licks his fingers…

- and that’s abt as much prep as ur gonna get for tn LMFAO.

- he’s already tugging down his pants, freeing his painfully hard cock from its restraint and already lining himself up at your entrance.

- he’s leaking with precum, so this step isn’t necessary but he still drags his tip between your folds to gather some more of your slick before he pushes in.

- it takes like five thrusts before he realizes.

- “fuck, i forgot a condom—“

- “i don’t care.” you murmur breathlessly, and in his mouth just before you pull him back in for a messy makeout.

- and that’s enough for him to not give a fuck either.

- because you’re so warm, and tight, and you feel so fucking good that he’s already forgetting all about it.

- VOCCAAAALLLL!!!!!!!

- literally each time he pushes back in he’s letting out a moan into your ear,

- a whiny little mess just because he hasn’t felt your pussy in two fucking days.

- he’s so pretty when he cums, and ik he’s cumming fast this time around.

- probably takes like two minutes.

- has to hold onto the cupboard, especially when your legs tie around the back of his waist and he’s immediately throwing his forehead onto your shoulder, panting while he cums inside of u.

- oh but he’s a gentleman.

- so give him a sec, and then he’s lowering himself to his knees to thank you for his impatience.

shane.

- AHHHH!!!!!

- he’s no stranger to going in raw, i’m gonna be fr.

- back in his glory days i’d say he’d wear condoms almost every time.

- there was the occasional, “both way too drunk to remember” situation, but that was only sometimes. and thankfully no mistakes 🫡

- but when it came to you, he always wore a condom.

- bc u guys definitely fucked before you were ever in a relationship, you had to have the STD and safe sex talk.

- and as your “situationship” grew, the more you realized you both were strictly just having sex with each other.

- you went from fucking, to catching feelings, to dating.

- so romantic.

- anyways, ur a busy woman, and he’s in zero position to be a father. he needs to work on himself before he can raise a whole living being.

- as he’s gotten older, he’s settled down tremendously. he’s learned to stop letting insecurities get in the way, and he recognizes the fact that you do genuinely love him as much as he loves you.

- so what i’m saying is, condoms were always in the picture.

- aside from the couple times you both accidentally forgot.

- which happens, y’know. but thankfully nothing came out of it when you weren’t ready, so you both went on with your lives.

- once again, i wanna say it was probably a spur of the moment decision.

- although, it was definitely on your mind for a while. you just didn’t mean to let it slip so easily like this.

- you’re already panting against his cheeks, shaking your head to stop him from reaching over into your nightstand to grab the rubber.

- “just forget it, don’t wear one. please, i need you so bad. need you right now.” you whine, already naked aside from your dress you only cared enough to ride up your chest.

- “what?” he’s breathless, and confused.

- “please, i’ve been waiting all day, just fuck me already.”

- that’s enough to fucking kill him.

- he’s already latching his lips onto yours, pulling his boxers down his legs and squeezing your hips in his palms.

- you’re already prepped, from his fingers, and the fact that you’ve been literally dripping all day.

- so he doesn’t waste any more time. he needs you just as much as you need him.

- lifting your legs to rest on his shoulders.

- “y’know just what to say to drive me crazy, don’t you?”

- he’s sighing when he finally bottoms out, just feeling you tighten around him for a sec before he even thinks to move.

- it’s not like he’s never felt this before, it’s just much different when it’s intentional and he’s actually in love with the person.

- hands squeezing your hips, thighs, chest, literally anything while he starts to pump in and out of you.

- lifts up the rest of your dress to watch the harsh bounce of your tits every time you meet his thrusts.

- he’s nearly moaning at this point, his breaths syncing with each move of his hips.

- “does it feel good? huh? c’mon, you can speak to me.” “am i fucking you stupid? needed me so badly you just couldn’t wait another second, hah.”

- fucking laughs when you hide your face behind your hands, because he knows he’s right.

- he loves biting.

- not enough to hurt you, or anything. just enough to make you whine.

- like biting your neck, ears, cheeks. don’t even get me started on ur chest or thighs.

- his pace is so quick and rough it has you digging your fingernails into his arms.

- he fucking loves when you get like this. almost makes him wanna deprive you for a few days, and see what’ll happen.

- “you gonna let me cum inside too, right? if you want me this fucking bad…”

sebastian.

- pullout method fs.

- mostly cus he’s definitely wasn’t ready to be a father, but also because he lovesss the sight of his cum on your stomach.

- …but he doesn’t usually wear a condom.

- i think this time it’s cus you’re already on some form of birth control, so you’ve never been adamant on telling him to wear them.

- if you did, however, he would of course. but it’s just never been like that.

- so i wanna say ur situation is a little different then just telling him he can fuck you raw.

- let’s say, realistically after you’ve been dating for years, and you’re probably newly married is when you start to think further into your relationship.

- when you first started dating, in zero way did he want kids. he wasn’t ready, had no idea what he was doing with his life, and he still lived in his parents basement.

- but now, since he’s a bit older, things have changed a little.

- “what if i stopped taking my birth control?” you ask, once again dropping the bomb during a moment of comfortable silence after already laying in bed together.

- he’s all ears, although he stays silent so you can further explain, “just because i’m tired of taking it, and we’re always safe anyways.”

- “yeah, if that’s what you want. sure.” he sounds nonchalant, but something changed in his mind.

- instead of fear, he was excited.

- it’s not like you got married without even a discussion of children in the future. when you talked about it a while ago, it was a mutual agreement that, “yeah, maybe one day, if it happens.”

- it was never a set in stone plan.

- so he has no idea why he got so excited, and why he couldn’t stop thinking about it for weeks.

- it wasn’t until one night, already lovedrunk just from teasing all day, when he properly brings it up.

- “you stopped taking your birth control, right?”

- his lips dragging across your jaw, hips slowly moving in and out of you while you whine into his ear.

- “yeah,” you nod, hardly registering the conversation in your mind.

- “just cus’ you were getting tired? no other reason?” his warm breath fanning your ear, eyes lidded, hands pressing against the mattress beside your head.

- you’re so cockdrunk that you don’t even think about teasing, just immediately letting your thoughts spill from your mind.

- “nno, want you…wanna feel you cum inside me,”

- u abt made him bust right then and there tbh.

- u guys know i love inexperienced sebastian, and trust me, he’s still the same man but after he gets older, and he’s fucked you more times then he can possibly remember, he’s gonna get more confident.

- so he chuckles, pressing one kiss to your cheek before he moves to meet your eyes.

- “you wanna baby? is that it?”

- you nod weakly, already stupid from the slow drag of his cock that’s making your body simultaneously twitch each time he presses against that spot inside of you.

- “pleassee, sebby. don’t you think it’d be nice, having a family of our own?”

- your sweet, wide eyes and even sweeter voice makes him pick up his pace a bit.

- “it could be fun. you’d be a great mamma,”

- “and you’d be a great daddy.”

- “you think so?” his pace is quicker now, panting into your mouth just like you do to his. your arms wrapped around his neck, running your fingers through his soft hair.

- “there’s only one way to find out.”

alex.

- as an athlete, i feel like he’s another guy who likes to keep his health in balance.

- mental, physical, even sexual.

- so expect him to also be one to insist on wearing a condom. for a while, at least.

- especially when you’re in a particularly new relationship.

- but just because he thinks it’s best to wear a condom, doesn’t mean he doesn’t dream about not wearing one.

- cus every time he fingers you, his mind will never fail to think about how you’ll feel around his cock.

- the way you clench every time you gasp, and the way you’re just so wet and warm.

- but he also just kinda thought you preferred a condom too.

- so when you proposed the idea…

- your thighs positioned on either side of his hips, hands rubbing up and down his chest while he ran his hands up your waist.

- “you know i’m on birth control…right?” you randomly mumble, pulling away to blink your pretty little eyelashes down at him.

- he’s confused, cus where tf did that come from.

- y’all were just making out??

- “yeah…?” LMFAO.

- your eyes follow your fingers that circle his skin lazily, a subtle attempt at avoiding eye contact.

- “…you don’t have to wear a condom, then, if you don’t want to.”

- it’s the way you’re speaking that just confirms the thought has been on your mind for so long.

- he kinda just stares at u for a sec, before chuckling and sliding his hands down your thighs to rub them.

- “where’s this coming from, baby?”

- “i dunno…i was just thinking. doesn’t it kinda desensitize you, a little…?”

- sounds to him like it desensitizes you.

- “hm, not really. i think you feel amazing. i always cum, don’t i?”

- he almost grins at the slow, defeated nod you give like he isn’t just teasing you.

- he may be a himbo, but he’s not THAT stupid. he knows exactly what you’re hinting at.

- “just tell me if you want me to take it off, baby. you know i’d do whatever you want.”

- and i’d like to say next time u have sex he doesn’t wear a condom…but ur already abt to have sex so it doesn’t take long.

- in this exact position.

- lazy, slow sex where ur both too horny to even bother taking off all ur clothes😇

- you’re still wearing your shirt, and underwear he pushes aside. he hardly takes off his boxers, only enough to spring his half-hardened cock free.

- despite this not being his favorite position, nothing beats the way your face clenches when you try to lower yourself on his length.

- especially when ur kinda unprepared, but you’re still too eager to even give him the time of day to prep u.

- “just take it slow, baby. i’m right here,” sliding his hands up your waist and watches you.

- brings his thumb down to slowly rub ur clit <3

- it’s like ur trying to kill him by going so slow, especially since this is a new sensation.

- …when ur more warmed up he’s gonna take the lead.

- i’m sorry, he’s impatient.

- “sorry, sweetheart. y’just feel too good…” while he’s holding your hips still and thrusting into you.

- snakes his hand underneath ur shirt to squeeze ur boobs lol

- he’s groaning, throwing his head back against the pillows because fuck, you were onto something.

- this feels so fucking good.

- he has too much stamina to stay in this position for long.

- even though it’s extremely attractive, watching you take him like that, he still flips you over and is propping you on ur hands and knees before u have time to even register what happened.

- he’ll fuck you like that until ur face is buried in the pillows, back arched as far as he forces it to and you’re panting like a bitch in heat.

- unfortunately he pulls out just in time to cum on your back.

- “haah, i can see why you’ve been wanting to do that for a while. why don’t we go again, sweetheart?”

elliot.

- he’s so sickeningly sweet.

- he genuinely wants whatever you want.

- if you’re on any form of birth control, and you feel pretty impartial about children at this point in your life, but you still want him to wear a condom,

- then of course he is. no complaints.

if you come to him, whining about the feeling of condoms and that you want him to get rid of them,

- then he’s getting rid of them. no complaints.

- he genuinely has no issue with either. whatever makes you happy and comfortable makes him happy and comfortable.

- that being said….

- i feel like elliot prefers no condoms. lol.

- will he vocalize that to you if you prefer them? absolutely not. he doesn’t want you feeling pressured to do anything you don’t want to.

- it’s the closeness that makes him so much more excited. the feeling of being that connected to you.

- and the fact that ur cunt is just so warm and perfect.

- he’s sitting at his desk, tired, lost with inspiration while his forehead rests in his hand.

- his eyelids are lowered and lazy due to the hours he’s spent in his painful, rickety chair.

- he’s got his hair tied in a messy, loose bun, dark rimmed glasses low on his nose before he takes one deep breath and leans back in annoyance.

- “sweetheart, you’re torturing yourself. come to bed. please.”

- it’s your sweet, honied voice that lures him back into his fantasy land, causing him to turn his head and see your pretty frame right next to him.

- in one of those gorgeous nightgowns you don’t wear often, silk to the touch and smooth against your body.

- “i know, i’m sorry, my love. i’ll be there soon, i promise.”

- it’s a broken promise, because he said it earlier and the tone never changed.

- which is probably why you sigh, taking steps closer to him until you can wrap your arms around his neck and get so close to rest your chin on his shoulder.

- “need me to get you anything?”

- “oh, no honey. get some rest, i won’t be long at all.”

- but he knows you won’t listen, especially when you move around him and carefully slot one of your legs over his, positioning yourself on his lap.

- you’re pressing light kisses against his jaw, sprinkling them down to his neck like you know he loves.

- his hands are already around your waist, tilting his head to the side to give you more room on his skin.

- he wishes he had self control when it comes it you, but unfortunately, here his is.

- it doesn’t take long before your slowly grinding against his already hard cock underneath his pants.

- you’re pushing ur panties aside, and he’s stuffing his pants down just enough to free his erection.

- “look what you do to me, baby.”

- it could go both ways, honestly.

- you know he’s addicted to prepping you. will take hours just fingering you through orgasm after orgasm, but now you’re both just too horny to care.

- cockwarming 🙏

- it’s his favorite whenever you’re just so horny, and he’s busy.

- “just give me a minute, princess. you can be patient, right?” while he’s fully inside of you and you’re already whimpering.

- he loves the slow nod you give him, and his hands wrap around your waist to keep you still.

- may pretend like he’s suddenly cured of his writers block, but really he’s just as distracted as you are.

- can’t stop thinking about how you keep clenching down on him, and how you think you’re being discreet but you’re so obviously lifting your hips to move.

- eventually he’ll give up though, much quicker then he anticipated.

- “my pretty girl, so deprived? always needs me so badly, don’t you?”

- non-stop kissing u.

- cupping your cheek, allowing you to bounce on him freely until you become too tired.

- he’ll gladly take it away for you.

- and when he finally cums, he doesn’t even bother pulling out.

- why don’t you just sit there for a minute too, letting him finish his work while he grows soft inside of u.

[stxuxrniolochris]

safari guide p2 - Chris Sturniolo

P1

Summary~~ You work at a safari and famous youtubers rent out the whole place and one catches your eye. Will it lead to anything?~~

*not proofread*

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Y/n pov

The night tour was quick because we were running late and had to speed it up. I still couldn’t stop smiling the whole time. I had a few small talks with Nick about their youtube career. It was honestly interesting but the whole time I was thinking about Chris. I also figured out he was funny, every joke he made could’ve killed me. That could also just be the excitement of the whole situation.

“Well that’s the end of the day, anyone have any questions.” I smile and the three of them. They shook their heads and smiled. “No, thank you so much, it was so much fun.” Nick beamed. I smiled before saying, “Of course, I’ll see you guys in the morning for breakfast.” I walked off and heard collective ‘byes’ from the boys.

I walked into my tent and took a deep breath. What a fucking day. As I was recapping my day I felt myself smiling at just the thought of Chris. I sighed grabbing a pre-rolled joint from my pocket and walked outside. I wasn’t an avid smoker but I had a few at work to take the edge off. Some of the workers just do my head in. I can’t wait to see what the triplets think of the wake up call, I’ve heard it millions of times and I’m still considering death when I hear it every time. I go to the same rock as earlier, I always came here. I loved it. You could see nearly the whole safari. I took the joint in between my lips and lit the other end of it. Taking a deep breath in I looked out at the landscape in-front me, just enjoying the peace.

I was pulled out of my thought when I heard footsteps from behind. It was dark so I couldn’t figure it out but I just selfishly hoped it wasn’t any of my Co-workers, I considered this my spot. “Thought I’d find you out here.” A familiar voice spoke getting closer. I smiled and relaxed. Chris. “Hey” I smiled back. He was the one person I wanted it to be. And I barely knew him one day. “You smile a lot.” He stated while staring at me. “Sorry?” I half questioned while laughing. “No I like it, it’s cute.” My cheeks for sure went bright red, thank god it was dark. “You’re so corny.” I said shaking my head. “Yes but you know you like it.” He teased. I just laughed taking a hit, making sure to blow away from his face. “You smoke a lot?” He questioned. “Nah not often, just at work sometimes.” He nodded. I put it out beside me, making a mental note to pick it up incase the animals got it or something. I shivered, it was fucking freezing. “Cold?” Chris laughed. I nodded quickly while hugging myself. “Cmon” he gestured his hand out for me to take it, and I did happily.

I giggle as he pulled me by the arm in the dark towards the tent. He pulled me into one far away from the rest. He zipped it up and stood in-front of me and placing his hands on my waist. We just stared at each other. He moved his hands down to the bottom of your shirt and moved his hands under the fabric. His freezing hands against my bare skin sent shivers through me. The only sounds were are heavy breaths and the occasional animal noises. He leaned in and so did I. He stopped just in-front of my lips to a point where they were grazing of each others. Are noses touching along with are foreheads pressed against each other. “Hey.” He smiled against my lips. “Hi.” I breathed before he connected his lips to mine. The kiss was needy and hungry. His hands started to go up my top further till they were just under my bra, tracing the lace.

I pulled away briefly, “What about your brothers.” I whispered. “What about them?” He hummed still fiddling with the end of my bra. I know I shouldn’t do anything here but I needed him. I connected are lips again and he slowly walked backwards towards the bed, until his legs hit the end of it and sat down. I stood in between his legs as he manspread, looking up at me.

He hooked one of his arms around my leg and pulled it around, and did the same with the other so I was straddling him. He laid fully back and I sat over him, leaning down placing my hands of his chest to stable myself. I gave him a quick peck before going down to his jaw, kissing all over his face. His hands gripped my waist. He brought one up to my face and turned it to face him. “I was looking at you all day, you know?” He said slowly lifting the hem of your shirt up. “Oh yea?” He hummed back and pulled your shirt up more. “Can i take this off?” He asked, I nodded quickly helping him. My shirt was fully of and I was just in my bra. He stared at me playing with the clasp. “This too?” He asked. “If you take yours off.” I responded, feeling a bit insecure. He followed and fully took his top off. While he took his off I unclasped my bra. He stared at me and I subconsciously covered myself with my arms. He quickly grabbed them pulling them down. “No ma, you’re beautiful.” He said while kissing one of my breasts. He went back to my lips, kneading my tits with his hands. I held his face in my hands.

I heard rustling but just brushed it off as wind. Until I heard voices.

“Chris??.” One shouted.

“Where are you?” Another shouted.

I stared down at Chris shocked and scared. He looked more shocked than he did scared. I quickly lifted myself of him looking for my bra, covering myself with my tshirt while I looked. the sound of a zipper made me snap my head up, eyes widening. Chris was pulling his shirt over his head quickly when a familiar head looked in. Nick.

“What the fuck.” He stated blankly looking at the scene infront of him. The girl he met 12 hours ago and his brother, together, both shirtless. I stood there shocked not knowing what to do.

“Nick get the fuck out of here, I’ll be there in a few.” Chris stated waving him off. He looked at you shocked. Before laughing so loudly you thought he’d be oxygen deprived if he didn’t breathe in the next second. “Chris it’s not funny.” You said while hitting his arm, trying to hide your smile. “Kinda is.” He chuckled.

Well shit.

a/n: I hate this deeply, you can tell I wrote it in 25 mins.

[bonniepop]

character: akaashi keiji words: 700+ warnings: parenthood & special children. drama & comfort. notes: when i did a quick recap of all the fics i wanted to repost, this came at me out of nowhere, mostly because i forgot i wrote it, but also holy hell i wrote this? (i also rewrote it.)

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your eyes are wet and swollen, your back pressed against the side of the bathtub as you sit on the floor. once upon a time, you looked at this place with dreamy eyes and excitement—this bathroom is so beautiful, this house is gorgeous, it’s perfect for us—but lately, you’ve been seeing the inside of it through a teary, pained gaze. it’s ruined for you.

i guess all this really was too good to be true, you tell yourself miserably, heat pricking the back of your eyes once again. you curl further into yourself and press your forehead over your knees, tears dripping down your thighs and soaking your shorts.

you don't know how long you sit there, but eventually, the bathroom door opens, and your husband steps in. “hi,” you hear akaashi say softly, “she’s asleep now.”

you don't move. the door shuts and you feel his warmth settle next to you.

you're both quiet for a time.

“you’re so good with her,” you say, voice wet and sticky, heavy in your mouth. “you're so... i’m so fucking terrible compared to you.”

akaashi doesn’t say anything.

“maybe…” you gasp against your knees, “maybe if i carried her to term—”

“hey, no,” he says softly, lifting one of his hands to tug at your elbow. “don’t say things like that.”

you press your lips shut and turn your head to meet his eyes, and you find him looking at you with so much compassion, so much patience, that you feel your heart fall to your stomach.

"say things like what?" you ask him sadly, voice cracking. “that i'm a bad mother? that i can't do it? that i can’t even carry a normal baby?”

the moment the words leave your mouth, you regret them. your eyes widen and your lip trembles. “keiji, i—i'm sorry, i didn’t mean—”

“it’s not your fault,” he says, voice louder, a little rougher, but never angry. he tugs a little more firmly on your elbow, and you let him take it. “it’s not your fault. we—we’re doing what we can, we’re not—you’re not a bad mother, and she’s not a bad child. she’s just… different.”

she’s just different, the phrase repeats in your head, hollowly bouncing around as keiji pulls you into his arms. you’ve heard it many times before. it’s not her fault she screams the way she does; it’s not her fault she can’t stand anything that has the color blue; it’s not her fault she needs to eat at exactly 4:30pm when she comes home from school everyday. it’s the way she is. she can’t help it.

“what if i’m not good enough to handle different?” you tell him, heart breaking, head leaning on his chest. you start to hiccup through your tears. “i love her, i love her so much, but… keiji, what if i… what if i’m not a bad mom, but i’m a bad mom to her?”

he shakes his head, gently stroking your hair. “you’re not, because you’re thinking about how to be a good one,” he tells you softly, other arm coming around your shoulders.

after a long moment of silence, you speak again. it's a little laborous, pulling your lips apart to speak because you've been crying so much. “you’re so good with her. how… you have so much patience, and i…” you cut yourself off with a sniffle. "i don't know how you do it."

akaashi sighs. “it's... i don't know. i wish i had an answer."

you pull away and meet his gaze. the hand in your hair drifts to your other hand and he takes it in a gentle squeeze.

“i’m not perfect, either,” he murmurs gently, letting go of your hand to tuck your hair behind your ear.. “no one’s perfect at this. there’s no manual to handling a child with autism, love. we just have to be patient, and love them, and remember what they like and don’t like.” he kisses your forehead. “you love her, don’t you?”

“of course,” you answer truthfully, and sniffle. he takes your hand again, his thumb brushing your skin so delicately, so lovingly. “i love her so, so much, but i’m so… i’m so scared i’m doing her a disservice.”

“you’re not. you’re not, my love. please believe me.” he presses the back of your hand to his mouth. “what matters is that we try.”

you let go of his hand and wrap your arms around his waist, the side of your thigh falling on top of his legs. “i love you, keiji,” you tell him earnestly, desperately. “i’m sorry i’m being so difficult.”

“you aren’t,” he answers, but you know it’s automatic, because your husband is the kindest of souls and you are the most selfish of people.

you press yourself closer to him. “still, i was acting like a child. we're supposed to be partners, but instead i made things harder on you. i'm sorry.”

he presses a kiss to your forehead, and the hand that was on your shoulder now strokes your hair. “i forgive you,” he says against your skin. “i love our little family, imperfect as it is. i’d hate to see it fall apart.”

your eyes water and your mouth trembles and your heart squeezes with love. if there’s anything you’d go to the ends of the earth for, it’s keiji’s happiness.

fortunately, you don’t have to go that far. you can start in your daughter’s room.

[yelena-bellova]

Heartfirst: A Ted Lasso Story - Chapter Ten

Chapter Ten: Three Characters

Plot: Y/n puts her career at risk to help defend one of the Greyhounds.

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: f!reader, language

A/N: This is barely spell checked, full warning.

Quick thanks to all of you for the lovely asks and comments you’ve been dropping. I really had no expectations for this one but I’m really glad people are enjoying it. Hopefully you enjoy this one as well! 💙

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Jamie Tartt had a lot of regrets in his life.

He regretted how he’d treated his teammates. How he’d been a prick to good people like Ted. How he’d gone about his relationship with Keeley. His first years in the Premier League were nothing but regrets.

“Come on, Tartt!”

And inviting Y/n to train with him that one morning he’d needed to pee was up there with the worst of them.

She was jogging significantly faster than him, but she had the advantage of not having Roy Kent on a bike tied to her waist.

Y/n ran backwards, showing off purely because she could. She faced Jamie with a smirk.

“Roy,” she called, “How ‘bout subbing me in for the Arsenal match?”

“If you’re faster than him,” Roy called back, “I’ll fucking consider it.”

Jamie grimaced, pushing himself to go faster. Y/n grinned at the effort and turned back around to keep her own pace.

She’d been different since Amsterdam, Jamie had noticed. There was a new levity to her. She was more talkative, she was smiling more, and just all around seemed more…her. The little he had seen of her privately, she seemed more of that.

And while he liked that, he was fucking exhausted by her and Roy teaming up against him.

“March,” Roy shouted for Jamie to run faster. He let out a casual whistle as Richmond locals watched them pass by.

“Good news is, after this,” Y/n called from the front, “Are burpees!”

Jamie groaned under his breath. She was enjoying this way too much.

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Among the many changes in Y/n since Amsterdam, she had a new weekly appointment to keep.

“So you don’t know his name,” Y/n recapped the story she’d just been told, “You didn’t sleep with him. You just danced and drank wine and he cooked for you and did your laundry and gave you a foot massage.”

Rebecca nodded, a mouth full of biscuit preventing her from doing any more than humming. They were currently seated on the couch in her office.

Y/n was floored. “Well, if that’s not a movie, I don’t know what is.”

“I’ve never experienced anything like it,” Rebecca cut a hand through the air, “It was…gezellig.”

“You’re gonna have to teach me what that means,” Y/n remarked, taking a sip of her tea, “That’s insane. And you really didn’t exchange names? Nothing?”

“Mm-mm,” Rebecca replied, “It was one of those moments in time that just…stays there. It was perfect.”

Y/n smiled, shaking her head, “Well, it sounds like this gezellig phenomenon’s got its work cut out. Needs to bring the two of you back together.”

Rebecca sighed, “I doubt it. And I think I’m okay with it. Like I said, perfect in its own time.”

“Hey,” Y/n smacked Rebecca’s arm lightly, “Maybe he’s Matchbox Man.”

Rolling her eyes, Rebecca got up to serve herself another cup of tea. “Oh, hush,” she scolded, “I should have never told you that.”

“It’s giving a skeptic a lot to believe in,” Y/n chuckled. She had never thought anything of psychics and now Rebecca was trying to convince her otherwise. “And I wouldn’t have guessed you did either.”

“I didn’t,” the blonde said as she poured, “I don’t. But all these…little things. The details. It’s bloody ridiculous, yes, but…”

“Well, I like the ending part,” Y/n said. The more she got to know her, it became quite easy to picture Rebecca as a mother. But Y/n had decided against paying her that compliment. It clearly meant a lot to her and she was still grappling with the weight of the prediction.

Rebecca collected her thoughts, coming back to the couch. “Enough about me. What’s new with you?”

“Nothing,” Y/n shrugged.

“Oh, I don’t believe that for a second,” Rebecca replied, “You’re happier, you’re relaxed…is there someone you’re not telling me about?”

“Uh, no,” Y/n laughed, shooting down the theory immediately, “Definitely not.”

“So none of the boys have tried anything?” Rebecca asked.

“No,” Y/n answered, “Blissfully. But they’re all pretty decent. I’m not too worried.”

“Oh, don’t let them hear you say that,” Rebecca muttered, “They may be gentlemen, but they’ll jump at any chance they get.”

Y/n laughed, but didn’t miss the way her boss’ eyes ever so briefly seemed to glaze over, lost in a thought.

“There something you wanna tell me?” Y/n asked.

Rebecca purposefully took a sip, forcing silence and innocently shaking her head. It was suspicious enough for Y/n to follow the money.

“They’re all perfectly lovely,” Rebecca smiled.

“Mm-hm,” Y/n smirked, not even trying to buy the denial.

“So, come on,” Rebecca changed the subject, “What is it then? What’s your secret?”

The only person Y/n had confided in about even 1% of her life’s history was Jamie, and that had only been because he understood it. She didn’t want to have to explain her revelations in Amsterdam and the complex backstory that came with them to anyone. But nearly everyone she’d encountered at Nelson Road that week had commented on her change in countenance. She hadn’t realized how obvious she’d been before.

“I think I’ve just…” Y/n sighed, “Settled in. I mean, I’m enjoying being here.”

Rebecca smiled and squeezed Y/n’s arm, “I’m glad. You’re a superb addition.”

Out of the many bosses she’d had, Y/n had never known one as kind as Rebecca. She was glad they’d started spending time together.

Y/n glanced at the clock on the wall, “Better get going.”

“What’s on the agenda today?” Rebecca asked.

“This will be my third attempt at getting footage from training for the socials,” Y/n set her empty teacup on the coffee table and rose, “When I say ‘wish me luck,’ I mean light a candle.”

“Oh no,” Rebecca replied, “What’s prevented you so far?”

Y/n wasn’t sure how to answer. The first day she and the staff photographer had come down to the pitch, the only shots they’d gotten were of various players throwing up or laying in fetal position. The second day consisted of shots where none of the boys looked like they knew what they were doing. Plus, a few action mode captures of Isaac making a corner kick, which Y/n felt needed to be kept for insurance purposes. On top of all of that, Ted had decided to start inviting fans to observe training which made things more tense, knowing that there were spectators watching every move. Y/n wasn’t sure what, or who, she’d find on the pitch that day.

“Well, you wouldn’t tell Van Gogh how to paint,” Y/n stopped at the door and faced Rebecca, “And you wouldn’t tell Ted how to coach.”

Rebecca smiled knowingly, giving Y/n a little ‘good luck’ nod before they both braved their separate days.

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Y/n rounded up Gavin, one of the photographers for the club, and headed out to the pitch. Training had already begun and Ted was in the midst of explaining an exercise.

“Hey,” Y/n said softly, greeting Trent who was observing from the railing.

“Hey,” Trent replied.

Y/n took the spot beside him, the two of them had developed an easy rapport. “What do we have today?”

Trent’s mouth opened and shut, unsure of how to describe what Ted had just set up. Rather than try, he simply nodded toward the team.

Y/n took a look at the Greyhounds. They were all clumped together, as usual. What was out of the ordinary were the red strings that seemed to be connecting one player to another, stemming from their…shorts?

“Where’s the string-“ Y/n questioned aloud, before the answer struck her, “Oh.”

Trent rubbed at his lower lip, “Yeah.”

Y/n turned to Gavin, who was waiting for instructions. “You can go ahead and go back in, Gavin, we’re not getting anything today.”

Once he’d been sent off, Y/n went back to watching the team. They moved awkwardly to their positions, never straying too far from one another. When Ted blew his whistle, they became even more clunky, yet still moving with lightning quick reflexes. Driven purely by fear.

Trent and Y/n watched, both of them slightly amused. At some point, Y/n quietly pulled out her phone. It was too memorable a moment to not save for the rest of eternity.

“I may have my journalistic integrity,” Trent leaned in and whispered, pointing to Y/n’s phone, “But that is fantastic blackmail material.”

“Oh, I know,” Y/n chuckled, “Or I’ll just play it when they need to be humbled.”

Cries of pain and panic popped up on different ends of the pitch. So far, they’d avoided the ultimate injury, but it stood to wonder how long they could go before someone-

“AH!”

The pitch fell silent, everyone’s breath stuck in their chests. All eyes fell on Jamie, who didn’t dare to move, his red string missing.

Dani went to his friend, holding fast as Jamie checked to make sure…everything was intact. When he held up a hand to signal things were fine, Dani sighed.

“It’s okay! His penis is okay!”

While everyone let out a breath, Y/n snorted. Not only was it just so mind-numbingly absurd, but she’d gotten the entire thing on camera.

Ted blew his whistle, taking one step forward and tripping on a string connecting two players. Trent and Y/n both covered their faces, trying hard not to laugh.

“Okay, fellas,” Ted called after giving several apologies, “I think we’ve given this about as much of a go as anything else. Let’s take a break, untangle those knots, and we’ll get back out after.”

“So…” Y/n turned to Trent, “What do you think? Full chapter?”

Trent shrugged, “Worth a mention, at least.”

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Later in the afternoon, Y/n was in her office when a Twitter alert chimed from her phone. With the Arsenal match two days away, it was likely the Greyhounds would be trending. When she picked up her mobile, she was surprised to find it was Sam who was trending, not Richmond.

Y/n opened the app to find that the tweet Sam had recently made, condemning the handling of Portsmouth Harbor’s refugee situation, had turned into an exchange. The politician he’d mentioned had snapped back and essentially told Sam to shut up and play football. She’d gone so far as to call him mediocre.

Sam. Mediocre.

It made Y/n’s blood boil. How could someone supposed to lead and guide the country stoop to so low a level? And to take it out on someone like Sam? Empathic, earnest, fucking spectacularly talented, Sam?

It wasn’t often that Y/n acted on emotion alone. All decisions in her life were carefully thought out, not a single one made without an ample amount of consideration. But when she opened up the AFC Richmond Twitter account and typed three characters, she did so purely from her heart.

The tweet read: #24

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A few hours later, the headlines started to pop up.

AFC Richmond Backs Obisanya in Heated Political Exchange

Obisanya vs. Barot: Richmond Weighs In

Richmond Goes Political: Sam Obisanya’s Team Denounces Brenda Barot

Y/n had never seen something fall apart so fast. She had made a tremendous mistake.

Sat in the seats of the training pitch, the headlines bounced around her head. In a moment of pure insanity, feeling defensive of Sam, she’d managed to make football political. Not only was Sam under fire, but so was AFC Richmond as a whole. How many times had she been taught to avoid situations like this? Every boss she’d ever had had instructed her to stay neutral on anything involving politics. Never mix personal with professional. With one tweet, she’d thrown all teaching to the wayside and essentially blown her career up.

“So…”

Jamie’s voice broke her out of her spinning thoughts. He was climbing the concrete steps, hands stuck in his sweatshirt pocket.

“Van Damme spotted you filmin’ this morning,” he said, “And the lads appointed me to come and appeal to your humanity, release the video to us.”

Y/n scoffed, “Uh-huh.”

“And I’m afraid,” Jamie scrunched his face and swayed back and forth, “I can’t take no for an answer.”

“I mean, the only person this really affects is you,” Y/n extended a hand out, “Everyone else came off looking pretty damn skilled.”

Jamie scoffed, “‘Scuse you, I wouldn’t pick on you if you were injured.”

“Almost injured,” Y/n rolled her eyes thoroughly, “I have the proof.”

“Bringin’ us back to…” Jamie threw out his hand and wiggled his fingers.

Y/n gave a tight lipped smile, “Yeah, well, I’ll have to turn over all the footage anyway when I’m fired. You’ll be safe then.”

Jamie squinted, “What’re you talkin’ about?”

“Have you seen the headlines?”

The joke was officially over. Jamie walked down the aisle and dropped into the seat beside Y/n. “No,” he replied, waiting until she held up her phone with an article already pulled up, “Oh.”

“Yeah,” she stuffed the device back in her coat pocket.

“But…” Jamie tried to connect the dots, “Why would you get sacked for a tweet?”

“Because I got personal,” Y/n explained, her eyes never leaving the pitch. It was nearing sunset, the whole field was illuminated with a golden glow. “You post something like that on your page, not your employer’s.”

Jamie watched Y/n’s mouth move, still not quite understanding the problem. Not because he lacked the logic to figure it out, but because…was there really a problem?

“Have you seen the pictures from last season?” He asked, “Of Sam and the Dubai Air thing? Us on the pitch with tape over our kits?”

In her extensive research before she’d started, Y/n had come across shots of the team, boycotting Dubai Air. She’d also seen his press conference afterwards, accusing the Nigerian government of corruption. The boys had all stood in solidarity with him.

“Yeah.”

“Caused a fuckin’ riot,” Jamie continued, “Some people loved us, some people hated us. We’re still here.”

“‘Cause if you mess up or cause a scandal, people forgive you because you’re Jamie Tartt,” Y/n gestured to him, “You’re irreplaceable, I’m expendable. Universities crank out hundreds of me each year, ready to replace the next one who screws up.”

Any other time, Jamie wouldn’t have turned down the chance to spend time on the ‘irreplaceable’ remark. But it was clear Y/n was truly hurting. She really thought she’d ruined things.

“I just,” Y/n rested her head in her hand, “I just couldn’t stand to see that asshole attack Sam like that. He didn’t do anything. I don’t think the man’s committed one sin in his life.”

“Prick,” Jamie joked, trying to get her to smile.

“I just got angry,” Y/n continued, “And I shouldn’t have. Not like that.”

“I really don’t think it’s all that bad,” Jamie replied.

Y/n sighed, shutting her eyes as she leaned back in her seat, “We’ll see what Rebecca says.”

“You’re not goin’ anywhere,” Jamie brushed the mere idea off, “Even if she sacks you, I’d walk out with ya. See how she likes that.”

Y/n chuckled, “Yeah, right.”

“No, I’m serious,” Jamie continued, “Pack up me things, follow you out, refuse to come back till they re-hired ya.”

She shot him a quirked brow.

“Yeah, probably not,” Jamie said, finally earning a proper laugh from Y/n, “But I’d support ya silently.”

“Wow, what a pal,” Y/n remarked.

“Hey,” Jamie nudged her elbow, “You’re gonna be fine.”

Pulling one hand out of his pocket, Jamie slid his arm around the back of Y/n’s chair, offering a hug.

With another match being struck to her boundaries, Y/n leaned in and let Jamie embrace her. She settled her head against his shoulder, absorbing the warmth he radiated and letting herself be comforted…just for a moment. Even if all things fell apart, for a few seconds, everything felt okay.

Her frown returned as Jamie’s hand slid down towards her coat pocket.

“I can feel you trying to take my phone,” she said.

“I’m sorry,” Jamie replied, blindly feeling around and now slipping his other arm around Y/n, “I need that video.”

“Jamie,” Y/n grunted as she twisted to the side, holding her phone out as far as possible.

“I’m sorry,” Jamie was now fully on her and trying to pin her down, “I’m sorry.”

“Jamie!” Y/n cried, as they wrestled one another into the next seat. It was a blessing there was no one around. They were a fucking sight.

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It took Y/n a good five minutes to hype herself up enough to knock on Rebecca’s door. She took a few deep breaths, hopped up and down a couple times, before rapping her knuckles on the doorframe.

“Ah,” Rebecca greeted her with a reserved smile, “I was just about to ask you to come up.”

Y/n’s nervous smile dropped, “You were?”

“Yes,” Rebecca gestured to the chair across from hers, “I wanted to speak to you about the current headlines.”

“Rebecca,” Y/n held up both hands, walking quickly across the room, “Before you say anything, let me just say this…I am so incredibly sorry for what I did. It was stupid a-and emotional of me and I had no place posting that from the club’s account. It was unprofessional of me and I absolutely understand if you’d like to call Keeley and ask her to bring in someone else.”

Rebecca let her finish, her expression unreadable as Y/n rambled. It unsettled Y/n more to not know just how much disappointment she was feeling.

“Y/n,” Rebecca raised a hand, “You’re not fired.”

Her brows shot up, “I’m not?”

“Absolutely not,” Rebecca smiled warmly, “Far from it. I wanted to commend you for what you did.”

“My tweet?” Y/n finished.

“How that woman spoke to Sam is repulsive. And there’s many more that are supporting those same thoughts. Sam doesn’t deserve that and we, as a club, stand behind him 100%. Why shouldn’t we do so publicly?”

Y/n’s heart was beginning to beat a little less out of her chest.

“You did nothing wrong,” Rebecca assured, “And don’t you dare think for a second I’d be crazy enough to let you go.”

A force of breath escaped Y/n, the air she didn’t realize she’d been holding onto. She wasn’t used to so much compassion, nor so much personalism embedded in the workplace. It had once bothered her, now it was saving her.

“Thank you,” was all she felt she could say.

“Now,” Rebecca pressed both palms to her desk, “Don’t you have more papers to be pissing off?”

Y/n laughed, turning on her heel and heading for the door. She’d have made it to the hall, if a sudden theory hadn’t railroaded through her mind.

“Oh my gosh,” she spun around, “Was it Sam?”

Rebecca, always so perfectly collected, shot a finger Y/n’s way. “Out.”

Y/n left smiling, both at the discovery and with relief that for the time being, she was safe.

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The Arsenal match came around, bringing Richmond another opportunity to break their unlucky streak.

As always, Rebecca, Keeley and Y/n were in the stadium’s suite, waiting in anticipation. Lately, Y/n hadn’t seen much of Keeley, what with Jack absorbing the lion’s share of her time.

Rebecca and Keeley had filled Y/n in on the issue at hand. Jack was apparently “love bombing” her girlfriend, showering her with gifts and grand gestures. Not only was it overwhelming Keeley, but it was tipping the scales unfairly.

“That is a little…extreme,” Y/n admitted, they’d just told her about the overflowing amount of daisies Jack had filled Keeley’s office with.

“Mmm,” Rebecca nodded and swallowed her mouthful of champagne, “At the beginning, Rupert bought me so many tulips for so long, his florist was able to buy a castle.”

Keeley’s face furrowed, “What?”

“I mean, it was in Scunthorpe,” Rebecca shrugged, “But still. A castle.”

“Well, I’m taking Jack out tonight,” Keeley said, “And if she tries to pay, then I will give her-“

“You’ll give her what?” Rebecca smiled.

Keeley paused before smirking, “Just the tip.”

“Okay,” Y/n finished the last of her wine, “I support this, but I’m gonna need to be a lot less sober to hear you talk about our boss like that.”

The women burst into snorts, Keeley clutching onto Y/n’s arm.

“Hello, everyone,” Higgins approached the group with another man in tow.

“Hello, Leslie,” Rebecca greeted.

“May I present-” Higgins began to make introductions, but Rebecca was one step ahead.

“Mr. Obisanya. Rebecca Welton. Lovely to meet you.”

“Likewise,” the man said, shaking her hand, “Samuel has told me so much about you.”

Rebecca’s grin spread a little, “Has he?”

“Yes,” Mr. Obisanya’s tone became more serious, “He has.”

“Cool,” Rebecca’s shoulders jumped up.

Keeley and Y/n watched the interaction plunge right into awkwardness. If Y/n hadn’t been certain in her theory that Sam and Rebecca had once been a thing, this was a grand confirmation.

“Oh, yeah!” Keeley broke the silence, jumping up and down, “Come on, you Greyhounds! Let’s go, Richmond!”

Y/n cheered in addition, trying to make the moment any less uncomfortable.

“I’m Keeley, by the way,” she reached out and took Mr. Obisanya’s hand, “Hi.”

Y/n did the same, “Y/n.”

“Hey,” Sam’s father greeted them, but his eyes drifted back to Rebecca, “Let’s go, Greyhounds.”

As Higgins wisked Mr. Obisanya off, Keeley and Y/n tugged Rebecca along to their seats. The KJPR girls acted as a barrier, sitting on either side of her.

As the boys came out on the pitch, Y/n wondered if all the insane training methods she’d watched over the week would pay off. All the sweat, blood, tears and vomit had to be worth something.

Or nothing

The Greyhounds were slamming into one another, missing each other’s signals, and basically acting like it was their first time on a pitch. When the fifteen minute break came around, it was a relief to have a few minutes off from watching the misery.

While Rebecca and Keeley were away getting another drink, Mr. Obisanya crossed the aisle to sit beside Y/n.

“I wanted to thank you,” he leaned in to be heard over the crowd, “For what you did for my son.”

“Oh,” Y/n was a little surprised he even knew about her blunder. She hadn’t even had the opportunity to talk with Sam about it. “It was nothing. Really.”

“No,” Mr. Obisanya shook his head, “It was not nothing. There are very few willing to stand up against the type of people who attacked him. Who are willing to speak out,” he pointed a finger towards Y/n’s chest, “But you did.”

Y/n wasn’t sure she had grapsed the true weight of what she’d done until then. Sam’s father took her hand between his and squeezed, smiling so very warmly.

When the second half came around, the Greyhounds came back out with more confidence. There was no feasible way for them to beat Arsenal, but there was plenty of time left to go down swinging.

Van Damme prevented a goal and tossed the ball off to Jan, who shot it over to Dixon. Dixon passed it infield to Jamie, who immediately kicked it to Sam, who gave it to Colin. Over and over they passed to one another, beautifully.

Y/n gripped the railing, nearly out of her seat as she watched.

The ball ended back with Jamie and he passed to Isaac. Isaac got it to Dani who brought it right back to Jamie. Bumbercatch received it, sending it to Goodman, and a lightning quick Jamie was in prime position to score a goal. Instead, he faked the other team out and kicked it back to Richard, who nailed the perfect goal.

Rebecca and Keeley sat in shock, but Y/n leapt to her feet, cheering with nothing but pride.

“That was incredible,” she exclaimed, her hands pressed to her lips.

“I don’t even know what happened,” Rebecca cried, breaking into a grin.

The match ended 3-1, Asrsenal, but it didn’t feel like a total loss for Richmond. They were back. Zava-less and proud, they were back.

After overseeing interviews, Y/n hurried down to the Greyhound bus before it left. She needed to talk to-

“Y/n!”

She turned to see Sam, hastening his steps to catch up to her.

“Hey,” she waved, “Oh my gosh! You guys were amazing!”

“Thank you,” Sam smiled, “I wanted to thank you for what you did.“

“No, no, no,” she shook her head and took hold of Sam’s arms, “You spoke out. That’s what matters.”

“Just the fact that you would do that,” Sam continued, “It meant a lot. I know you probably took some heat for it.”

Y/n chuckled, “Not as much as you’d think.”

“Well, thank you,” Sam extended his arms, unsure of whether it was alright to hug but feeling all the kinship needed for one.

Y/n didn’t hesitate to wrap her arms around Sam’s shoulders.

“I’ll see you Monday,” Sam said as they pulled away from one another.

“See you Monday,” Y/n patted his arm once more before heading back towards the stadium.

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Jamie, already sat in the bus, watched out the tinted windows as Sam and Y/n hugged. He’d been glad when she’d come back from her meeting with Rebecca smiling, the two of them passing one another in the hall. He’d even been remorsefully happy when she waved her phone at him, a reminder that the Greyhounds would forever have to be nice to her, lest the Red String incident go public.

Jamie was happy, all around, that Y/n had settled into Richmond.

And he couldn’t figure out why he was the tiniest bit jealous that she’d come down to find Sam and not him.

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