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beloveds-embrace · 3 months ago

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AND ALSO POLY!141

joking around and calling them your brothers and they go deathly silent because what do you mean tou don’t see them romantically? doesn’t matter if they’re already involved with each other they want you to be just as involved too.

also this is toxic but threatening your various dates, stalking them and taking them out (not in the romantic way) so they have an excuse to hold you close. you get comforted, and they get to embrace your warmth #win-win

Friendzoned? Nah, it’s bro-zoned now 😭

The one good thing about grueling and long missions- were the post-missions.

Without fail, each time, you’d be invited to their house where Price would grill up something delicious and juicy on the barbecue, and everyone would be able to unwind. You enjoyed that time, spending it and relaxing with them.

The dynamic you all shared was easy, comfortable, and fun- at least for you.

You rolled your eyes and tossed a fry at Johnny, who caught it in his mouth with a proud grin and wagged his eyebrows, daring you to try again. “You’re like an annoying big brother, you know that?” you huffed at last, a matching grin on your face.

Johnny froze mid-chew, but you didn’t notice, too busy thinking. “Actually… all of you are like annoying big brothers, now that I think about it.”

You chuckles at your own thought, grabbing another fry from your plate and popping it into your mouth without once realizing the shift in the atmosphere. You didn’t catch the way Soap’s grin had vanished completely or how Price’s hand tightened around the armrest of his chair. Gaz’s usual easy smile was gone, replaced with a cold, unreadable expression, and Ghost… well, Ghost’s dark stare had become a touch more menacing.

The silence hung heavy, but you were blissfully unaware, waving your hand dismissively when no one responded. Your focus was on your phone, scrolling through your social medias. “What? You all went quiet on me.”

Soap cleared his throat, but it came out strained, his voice low. “Brother, huh?”

You hummed absently. “Yeah, you know- family. You guys are my family. Like brothers, watching each other’s backs and all that.”

Price exhaled slowly, sitting back in his chair and running a hand over his beard. “Family.” He repeated, almost under his breath, his voice calm but tight.

Gaz tapped his fingers against the table once, then twice, before stopping abruptly. “Is that all we are to you?” he asked casually enough, though his tone carried an edge you didn’t catch.

“Of course,” you replied with a shrug, not bothering to look up from your food and phone. “I mean, it’d be weird to think of you any other way. You’re my team, my brothers-in-arms.”

You missed the way Ghost’s hands curled into fists on the table, his knuckles white, or the way Soap’s jaw clenched, demeanor replaced with something far darker. Price exchanged a look with Gaz, silent communication passing between them while you obliviously chewed on your steak, still oblivious to the storm brewing around you.

If you’d glanced up, even for a second, you might’ve noticed the way their gazes lingered on you- too intense, too sharp. But you didn’t. And they weren’t about to correct you.

Not yet, anyways.

The first time it happened, you didn’t connect the dots.

Your date, some charming guy you met at a café off base, canceled on you last minute, claiming he “didn’t feel safe” after someone left a threatening note on his car windshield. You shrugged it off as a weird coincidence- maybe it was the universe looking out for you, even. You didn’t want to be dragged into whatever that guy was stuck in.

The second time, a woman from the gym you’d been chatting with stopped replying to your texts entirely after she mentioned being followed home one night. You’d honestly tried to call and check on her, but she just… blocked you. Weird.

By the third time, when a guy you’d met on a dating app ghosted you entirely after his apartment was mysteriously broken into, you started to suspect something was up.

You mentioned it offhandedly to the team one evening, voice tinged with frustration. “I don’t know what’s going on, but every time I try to date someone, something weird happens. It’s like the universe doesn’t want me to find someone!”

Soap hummed, a little too casually, but you simply discarded that thought. “Maybe the universe knows what’s best for you, bonnie.”

Gaz leaned back in his chair, his smile not quite reaching his eyes. “Or maybe these people weren’t good enough for you anyway.”

“You’ve got us to look after you. Don’t need anyone else mucking things up.” Even Price added in his own two cents, making you pause.

You laughed, thinking they were joking, but Ghost’s silence was unsettling- actually, none of them were laughing. He just stared at you, his eyes glinting in a way that made your stomach twist. But that was normal for your L.T… even if it’s been quite a long while since he’s made you feel like that.

The fourth time, it wasn’t just a weird incident. It was a full-on assault.

You were on another date- though even you had to admit this one was just… not going well. He was too dismissive, too loud, and the first thing he’d said before you even sat down was that you’d split the bill, and then he made a comment about you eating too much.

You’d sent a simple text to the team groupchat, telling them you really weren’t enjoying this one, and they’d left you on read. Bastards.

But then you date had been walking you to your car when someone stepped out of the shadows- a big, familiar hulking figure in a balaclava. Your date didn’t even have time to react before they were on the ground, unconscious.

“Come on,” Simon said, gently but firmly clasping his hand around yours. You were too shocked to even say anything- what the fuck? “Let’s get you home.”

You didn’t argue. Your heart was pounding too hard, and Simon took advantage of that to guide you to his car.

“Simon-“

“No.”

And thus the silence continued.

When you got back to their house, the others were waiting for you. Price immediately pulled you into a hug before you could demand answers, his hands firm but gentle on your lower back. “You’re safe now.” He murmured, as if soothing an angry kitten lashing out at him from fear. Despite your confusion and the flurry of emotions swirling in your chest, the tension in your body began to melt anyways, always so trusting of your Captain.

Gaz’s hand brushed against yours as he handed you a steaming cup of tea immediately once Price let go of you. His smile was kind, but his eyes seemed… off. Too sharp. “Drink this, yeah? It’ll help.” He said, his fingers lingering a second too long before retreating.

Before you could question the strange atmosphere, Soap tugged you down to sit beside him on the couch. His arm draped around your shoulders, pulling you close as though you were on the verge of breaking. “You’ll be alright,” he murmured, tone light yet firm. “We’ve got you.”

Simon remained silent, leaning against the far wall with his arms crossed. His presence loomed heavy in the room, his gaze never straying from you. It wasn’t comforting exactly- more like being caught in the sights of a predator lying in wait. Is this what the enemy soldiers thought and felt? You pitied them- but more than that you pitied yourself.

Your hands tightened around the warm mug, your confusion bubbling up like a shaken-up fizzy drink. “Okay, what the hell is going on?” You glanced between them, searching for answers. “Simon knocked out my date! What if he presses charges? And what’s with all this- this hovering?”

“Hovering?” Soap echoed, his arm tightening ever so slightly. “We’re making sure you’re alright, bonnie. That’s all. You said your date wasn’t good, no?”

Price leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he spoke calmly, like he was explaining something obvious to a stubborn recruit. “That man wasn’t worth your time. None of your dates have been. They can’t protect you- not the way we can.”

“What are you even talking about?” you demanded, finally pulling away from Soap’s hold. Yet the feeling of being a bleeding sheep surrounded by wolves didn’t abate. “You’ve been acting so weird lately- ever since I mentioned dating. If there’s something you’re not telling me, just spit it out!”

Gaz sighed, his tone carrying a note of exasperation as he leaned against the couch. “We’re trying to keep you safe, love. Every time you step out with someone, you’re putting yourself at risk. You don’t know these people like we do.”

Your stomach churned. “What do you mean-?”

Gaz chuckled softly, but there was no humor in it, and you did not laugh. “Do you think we’d let you go out with someone without knowing everything about them first? Their names, their jobs, their pasts…” His voice dropped, a edge bleeding into his words. “How to get rid of them.”

Your blood ran cold, and you stared between them. They were dead serious, you realized. “That’s… You’re joking, right? Tell me you’re joking.”

No one answered.

Simon pushed off the wall, his massive frame closing the distance between you in just a few steps. He crouched down in front of you, his dark eyes locking onto yours. You were essentially boxed in from all sides. “We’re not joking. You don’t need anyone else. You’ve got us.”

“…This isn’t normal.” You whispered, your voice shaky as you tried to process what you were hearing. “This- I don’t-“

“It is normal,” Price’s voice was steady and calm, eyes dark. “For us. For the people who care about you most.”

Your heart pounded in your chest as the implications of their words sank in. They weren’t just being overprotective or overbearing. They were sabotaging your dates, controlling who could get close to you, and now- God, had they hurt people? How many had they hurt? All those people- you-

Your hands trembled, though you braved on even if bravery was the last thing you felt. “You can’t just decide this for me. I’m not some possession you can keep to yourselves.”

“We’re not keeping you from anything you need,” Gaz spoke so softly, you could trick yourself into believing he was saying you could leave and this was all just a mean prank. “We’re protecting you from what you don’t.”

“You should be thanking us,” Proce sighed, pulling out a cigar to smoke. Yet his eyes did not leave you even once, not even for a single second. “We’re the reason you’ve been safe so far.”

Simon’s gloved hands rested on your knees, pinning you down to the couch. “We’ll take care of you,” he said, his voice low and almost soothing. “Always.”

You wanted to argue, to push them away, but the realization- the full weight of what they had done hit you like a freight train. You stood abruptly, pushing past Simon and cutting through the tense silence in the room. Their eyes followed your every move, like predators watching prey.

“I can’t… I can’t do this,” you stammered, stepping back toward the door. “This isn’t normal. None of this is normal. You can’t just- control my life like this!”

“Sit down, love.” Price said, his voice calm, but the edge in it was unmistakable.

“No, no,” you shot back, shaking your head as you took another step toward the door. “I’m leaving. I need some space. This- this is insane.”

Gaz rose from his chair, moving to block your path to the exit. His expression was so deceptively soft, but his stance was firm, unyielding. “You’re not thinking clearly, love.” He said, low. “Just sit down. We’ll talk it through.”

“There’s nothing to talk about,” you snapped, your voice rising with panic. “You’ve been stalking me- sabotaging my life! That’s not protection. That’s obsession!”

Soap stood then, and his expression made you flinch. He stepped closer, effectively boxing you in again as he joined Gaz. “We’re not letting you walk out that door.” He said simply, but his words were anything but.

You turned toward the only other way out, but Simon was already there, his massive frame looming in the doorway to the hall. He didn’t say a word, just stared, his presence alone enough to make your stomach twist.

Your breathing quickened as you turned back to Price, the only one still seated, though his gaze was sharp and calculating. “You can’t keep me here, Price,” you said, your voice trembling but still clinging to the traces of defiance. “You don’t have the right-“

“We do have the right,” Price interrupted, standing slowly. The sheer authority- the sheer finality in his voice made your knees weak. “Because we’re the only ones who care about you the way we do. The only ones who’ll keep you safe. Your team, remember, darling?”

“This isn’t safety,” you hissed, backing toward the wall. “This is prison.”

Price mouthed the word, then huffed a humorless laugh. “We’re not locking you up. But we will stop you from running into danger. Even if you don’t understand it now, you’ll thank us later.”

“You can’t just-“

“Enough,” Simon cut in, sharp and blunt, his voice cutting through your protests like a knife. “You’re not leaving. Not now. Not ever.”

Your back hit the wall, your escape routes blocked on all sides. Your chest heaved as you looked at each of them, searching for even a sliver of remorse. But all you saw was determination, faces set in stone…

Much like your fate.

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w4ndal0ver · 5 months ago

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said i'm gonna play with myself (milf!wanda x tutor!reader)

W4NDALOVER'S KINKMAS | 2024

dec 7: said i'm gonna play with myself (milf!wanda x tutor!reader)

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KINKMAS MASTERLIST | 2024

summary: While tutoring Wanda's children, she invites you to stay for dinner, before giving you a call that you'd never forget when you get home

warnings: 18+, SMUT MDNI, mommy kink, phone sex

said i'm gonna play with myself.

“Let’s wrap up for today, Tommy. I think you’re well on your way to acing this unit,” you say, gathering your notes.

Tommy grins, newfound enthusiasm lighting his face. “Thanks! I might actually read the rest of it now.”

As you gather your things, you take one last glance at Wanda, who is arranging the table. A flutter of excitement stirs in your chest—this tutoring session is just a step into something deeper, something you can’t wait to explore.

Just as you finish packing up, Wanda glances at the clock, then back at you, a thoughtful expression crossing her face. “You know, it’s still early, and Vision won’t be home for a while. Would you like to stay for dinner? It’d be nice to have some adult conversation.”

A rush of excitement mingles with nervousness at the invitation. You glance at Tommy, who looks equally surprised.

“Yeah, stay! My mom makes the best food,” Tommy adds, his grin wide and eager, clearly hoping for an excuse to avoid any homework.

Wanda laughs, a melodic sound that fills the kitchen. “It’s true! Plus, I could use some help keeping Tommy on track. We can talk about your studies too.”

You hesitate for a moment, considering the offer. “Are you sure it’s not too much trouble?” you ask, glancing between Wanda and Tommy.

Wanda shakes her head, her eyes sparkling with genuine enthusiasm. “Not at all! It’s always more fun to share a meal. And I’d love to hear more about your experiences at Yale, especially your English Literature classes.”

Your heart flutters at the thought of spending more time with Wanda, diving deeper into conversation and sharing stories. “That sounds wonderful. I’d love to stay.”

Wanda’s face lights up with happiness. “Great! Just make yourself comfortable. I’ll finish up here.” She moves back to the stove, and you take a seat at the kitchen island, feeling the warmth of her invitation settle around you

“Can I help you with anything?” You ask genuinely, wanting to show her your appreciation for letting you stay.

“Just sit there and look pretty for me.” She smirks, looking at you over her shoulder as she starts to dish up the food that she’d made. She starts to softly hum to herself as you perch on the side. “This smells amazing,” you say, leaning closer to inhale the rich scent.

“It’s a family recipe for beef stew,” she replies, her eyes lighting up. “Tommy and Billy love it, especially on chilly days like today.”

The kitchen feels warm and inviting, and you admire how effortlessly she creates an atmosphere that feels both homey and elegant. As she plates the stew, you can’t help but appreciate the care she puts into everything she does.

“Dinner is served!” she announces, setting down two bowls, each steaming and inviting. The sight alone makes your mouth water, and you grab a warm roll from the basket nearby, slathering it with butter.

As you dig into the meal, you find yourself drawn into Wanda’s world. She shares anecdotes from her life, her voice soothing and engaging, while Tommy and Billy interject with playful commentary. The laughter that fills the kitchen feels intimate, and you notice how Wanda’s eyes sparkle when she talks about her passions.

Between bites, you steal glances at Wanda, captivated by the way she moves about the kitchen, effortlessly transitioning between tasks. Each moment with her feels charged, as if you’re discovering more than just a talented cook but a woman who radiates warmth and kindness.

As dinner winds down, Wanda leans back in her chair, satisfaction evident on her face. “I’m glad you decided to stay,” she says, and her smile feels like an invitation, a promise of more moments like this.

“Me too,” You reply, a flutter of excitement stirring within you. This cosy kitchen, filled with lingering scents of dinner and the warmth of shared laughter, felt right.

As you sit there, enjoying the warmth of the kitchen and the fading light of the afternoon, your gaze drifts to Wanda. She moves with an effortless grace, her laughter mingling with the aroma of dinner, and you can’t help but admire the way her eyes light up when she engages in conversation. Each glance she steals in your direction feels laden with unspoken intentions, and you find yourself wondering what goes on in her mind. What motivates her to invite you into her home, to share this intimate moment with her family? There’s a softness to her demeanour, a hint of flirtation that suggests she sees more in you than just a tutor for Tommy. The warmth in her gaze ignites a mix of excitement and curiosity within you, making you contemplate the possibilities that lie ahead—possibilities that make your heart race with anticipation.

As Tommy and Billy finish their plates, they exchange playful glances before Tommy pushes his chair back. “Can I be excused? I need to go check something on my phone.”

“Me too! Can we play that new game?” Billy pipes up, bouncing in his seat.

“Alright, just keep it down,” Wanda replies with a smile, waving them off. The moment they scurry from the table, the atmosphere shifts, leaving just you and Wanda.

The air feels charged, almost electric. You lean back, savouring the lingering warmth of the meal and the soft glow of the kitchen light. Wanda glances toward the pantry and then looks back at you, a playful smile dancing on her lips. “How about a little wine to celebrate surviving our first tutoring session?”

You chuckle as she moves toward the cupboard, reaching for a bottle. She holds it up, tilting it slightly as if to gauge your reaction, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “What do you think? Care to share a glass?”

“Why not?” you reply, intrigued by her casual invitation. Wanda pours two glasses, her movements fluid and graceful. As she hands you a glass, her fingers brush against yours, sending a small thrill through you.

“It’s nice to unwind after a long day, don’t you think?” she says, leaning against the counter, her gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that makes your heart flutter.

“It definitely is,” you agree, raising your glass in a mock toast. “To surviving tutoring sessions and small towns.”

She laughs, her eyes lighting up, and you can’t help but admire the way she carries herself, exuding both warmth and confidence. “And to new beginnings.”

You take a sip, enjoying the rich flavours as the conversation flows effortlessly between you. “It’s weird being back in Westview. This town can feel so stifling,” you admit, twirling your fork absently. “I didn’t realise how freeing it would be to go to Yale and finally be able to express myself.”

Wanda tilts her head, her gaze locking onto yours with a mix of curiosity and intrigue. “Have you found anyone in Connecticut?” she asks, her voice light but filled with genuine interest.

You chuckle softly, shaking your head. “Oh, there were plenty of people interested, but none that I could be bothered to get to know. Friends, sure, but not a girlfriend.”

“Really?” Wanda leans in slightly, her elbows resting on the table, interest evident in her expression. “Not even a little spark with anyone?”

Her question is playful, and you feel a rush of warmth. “I guess I just didn’t find anyone worth my time.”

Wanda’s smile widens, and she tilts her head slightly, her hair falling to one side. “You’re telling me a beautiful girl like you couldn’t find someone to take a chance on?” She leans closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “That’s hard to believe.”

The playful banter makes your heart race. “Believe it or not, I’m not exactly the most sought-after prize.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” she replies, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I find you quite intriguing.”

Feeling emboldened by her flirtation, you decide to take a bolder step, though you tread lightly, your curiosity tinged with an eagerness to learn more about her. “So, I’ve been curious about something,” you say, hesitating just a moment to build anticipation.

“Hit me.” She says, her eyes twinkling as her finger traces the rim of her wine glass.

“Your affair with Agatha, what was that like?”

Wanda’s expression shifts, the playful sparkle in her eyes momentarily flickering with surprise. “You’re quite the inquisitive one, aren’t you?” she replies, a mix of intrigue and wariness in her voice, but there’s an underlying thrill in her tone. “How did you even - no it doesn’t even matter.” She laughs, knowing immediately that Agatha wasn’t exactly one for keeping her mouth shut.

You lean forward slightly, drawn in by her response. “I mean, it seems like it must have been complicated. You two have such a dynamic.” You let the words linger, allowing the weight of the question to settle between you.

Wanda tilts her head, contemplating her answer, her lips parting slightly as if to speak but then closing again. The silence hangs, thick with unspoken thoughts. “Complicated is one way to put it,” she finally admits, her voice softening. “It taught me a lot about myself, about what I wanted.”

“Did you ever think about what might have happened if things had gone differently?” you ask, your tone teasing but sincere, hoping to coax out more from her.

Wanda’s eyes meet yours, the intensity of her gaze making your heart race. “Sometimes,” she admits, her voice barely above a whisper, her fingers brushing against yours on the table. “How come you’re so interested in my love life young lady?”

“You asked about mine first.” It was your turn to wink this time and the reaction that you got from Wanda was completely worth it. Finally her cheeks blushed pink, her lips rolling against each other and her tongue poked against her cheek, something you realised was her tell.

“You got me there sweetheart.” She hums, taking another sip of her wine, the sip turning into a glug, the wine matching the deep colour of her cheeks, highlighting the blonde highlights of her hair which she tucked behind her ear.

You watch her, captivated by the way she navigates the conversation with both grace and playful candour. Wanda’s demeanour radiates warmth, but there's an underlying intensity in her gaze that pulls you in even closer. She leans back slightly, her fingers swirling the wine glass, the deep red liquid catching the light in a way that mirrors the spark in her eyes.

“You know,” she starts, her voice light but teasing, “I didn’t expect such an insightful conversation over dinner. I usually just get ‘What’s your favourite colour?’ or ‘What’s your favourite drink?’” She laughs softly, a musical sound that echoes in the cosy kitchen, making you smile in response.

“Those questions have their charm, but I’d take a good chat about love lives any day,” you reply, letting your gaze linger on her lips as she speaks. “It’s way more interesting.”

Wanda’s smile widens, a glint of mischief dancing in her eyes. “Interesting, huh? So, you’re saying I’m interesting?” Her tone is playful, but there’s a subtle challenge behind it that makes your pulse quicken.

“Absolutely. You’re one of the most interesting people I’ve ever met,” you say, your voice steady despite the flutter of nerves in your stomach. You can’t help but feel drawn to her, a magnetic pull that’s both thrilling and intoxicating.

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” she responds with a smirk, leaning closer again, her elbow brushing against yours. “But seriously, I’m curious. If you had to pick, what’s your type?”

You pause, considering your answer, but the way she’s looking at you makes it difficult to think clearly. “Honestly? Someone confident, a bit witty, maybe a little mysterious.” Your eyes meet hers, and you see a flicker of intrigue dance across her features. “You know, like someone who can keep me on my toes.”

“Oh really?” Wanda arches an eyebrow, the corners of her lips curling into a sly grin. “I think I might know someone who fits that description.” Her gaze flickers to your lips and back to your eyes, a playful challenge lingering in the air between you.

“Do you now?” you tease, leaning closer, your heart racing as you embrace the flirtation. “Care to share?”

She chuckles softly, a soft sound that wraps around you like a warm blanket. “Maybe. But only if you promise to keep it a secret.”

“Cross my heart,” you reply, a playful seriousness in your tone, your heart thumping in anticipation.

“Alright,” she says, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Lets just say this person has a soft spot for pretty girls who can hold up their own in a conversation.” She bites her lip, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

You feel a rush of heat flood your cheeks, and for a moment, you’re both lost in each other's gaze, the air thick with unspoken tension. Just then, you notice the clock on the wall and blink in surprise, realising how much time has passed. “Wow, I really should get going. I can’t believe how late it’s gotten.”

Wanda’s expression shifts slightly, a hint of disappointment flickering across her face. “Oh, do you have to?”

“Yeah, I should” you begin, but she interrupts you, standing up and moving toward her purse.

“Wait, let me grab something for you,” she says, her tone light as she rummages through her bag. You take a moment to gather your things, but the atmosphere feels charged, and you can’t shake the feeling that this isn’t the end.

As you slip on your coat, she turns to you, a hundred-dollar bill in her hand. “Here, take this,” she says, extending it toward you.

You glance at the money, then back at her, unsure. “Wanda, this is way too much. I can’t just take this.”

“Just take it, please,” she insists, her tone soft but firm. “Consider it a thank you for making dinner so enjoyable.”

Her fingers brush against yours as she tries to push the bill into your palm, and you can’t help but notice the warmth of her touch, sending a jolt of electricity through you. “I really can’t”

“Just let me do this,” she interrupts, her eyes locking onto yours, an intensity behind them that leaves you breathless. “I want you to have it.”

With a sigh, you let her close your hand around the bill, the warmth of her touch lingering. “Alright, if you insist.” You grab your stuff and she follows you out towards the front door.

As you stand by the door, the weight of the moment settles around you, electrifying the air. Wanda moves closer, her gaze locked onto yours with an intensity that sends your heart racing. You feel a thrill as she reaches up, her fingers gently brushing against your cheek, and then she tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear. The soft caress sends a shiver down your spine, and you can’t help but lean into her touch, savouring the warmth of her hand lingering near your face.

“There,” she says, her voice low and sultry, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “Much better.” The way her fingers linger near your ear feels almost intimate, and you find yourself holding your breath, caught in the moment.

Wanda’s eyes search yours, a spark of mischief dancing in their depths. “You always look beautiful,” she adds, her voice dropping just above a whisper, making your heart flutter. The compliment hangs in the air, thick with unspoken possibilities.

“Thanks,” you manage to reply, your voice softer than usual, the closeness between you two making the world outside fade away. You can feel the warmth radiating from her, a magnetism that draws you even closer. All you wanted was to tell her how beautiful you thought she was, pull yourself into a kiss as she slams you up against the door to her suburban house, but instead you can’t get the words out.

As she pulls her hand away, a slight blush creeps up her cheeks, and you notice the way her gaze flickers between your eyes and lips, an unspoken invitation that makes your pulse quicken. The chemistry between you crackles like electricity, and you can’t help but wonder what might happen next, the evening stretching before you with infinite possibilities.

“See you next Tuesday,” she says, a smile playing on her lips as she steps back, watching you with an expression that makes your heart race.

As you step outside, the cool air hits you, but the warmth of the moment lingers, not able to get it out of your head as you walk back home. Everything about her felt so wrong, but you couldn’t ignore the way her eyes gazing into yours made you feel, something so raw and exciting. She was magnetic, all you wanted to do was let your walls fall down and allow her to take you into her grasp, but you knew that you couldn’t, it was too risky.

.-.

As soon as you reach your house, your thoughts are still tangled in the evening’s events, the warmth of her touches still ghosting over your skin. The immediate heat of the house matches the flush in your cheeks despite the chill of the cool night air. It feels unusually quiet, especially after the buzzing tension you’d just left behind.

Kicking off your shoes, you move through the motions of getting ready for bed, but your mind keeps circling back to Wanda. The way her stare lingered on you, how she always leaned closer with each exchange, her fingers brushing yours. That last touch, the press of her hand around the money she forced into your palm, everything was making your skin burn uncontrollably.

You slip into bed, your phone resting on the nightstand, its screen dim but somehow tempting, as if you half expect a message. You close your eyes, but Wanda’s image is imprinted there, her teasing smile, the way she tucked that loose strand of hair behind her ear, the flash of something daring in her eyes every time she glanced at you. There was no more denying it, you’re drawn to her in a way that feels inescapable. The flirting, the touches, she reads your mind without saying a word.

Just as you’re about to drift off, your phone buzzes softly, the screen lighting up with a name that makes you jump up in excitement. Wanda.

You pick up without hesitation, “Hey Wanda,” you say, trying to keep your voice casual, as if you hadn’t been thinking about the way she’d look on top of you.

“Hi,” She replies, her voice warm, a little lower than usual, “I hope I’m not disturbing you.”

“Not at all,” You assure her, shifting slightly under the covers, your thighs squeezing together at nothing but the sound of her voice, “What’s up, it’s late?”

“I was just thinking about our conversation earlier,” She says, her tone deepening with every word she spoke, “I wanted to check in, make sure you got home safe.”

You smiled, touched by her genuine thoughtfulness, “I did, I’m just getting ready for bed.”

“Good, good.” Wanda murmurs. There’s a slight pause, and you hear her inhale deeply, “I, uh, was also thinking about what you said, about finding someone,”

You couldn’t help but feel your breath hitch in the back of your throat, the tension rising over telephone lines. “Yeah? What about it?”

Her voice drops lower, and there's a subtle shift in the air. You can hear her breathing, soft but uneven, something about it was different. “I guess it’s just, surprising, you know?” She whispers, “That someone as pretty as you hasn’t found anyone worth your time.”

You shift the phone harder against your ear, suddenly hyper aware of the weight of her silence between every word. “Wanda?” You ask gently, her silence deafening.

“I’m here,” She responds, but there's a catch in her voice, a breathless quality that wasn’t there before, “It’s just that I’ve been thinking about you.”

Your breath catches, her words making your stomach flip and you could almost choke against her words, “About me?”

There's a soft sound on the other end of the line, a barely audible gasp. Wanda’s breathing hitches and you feel your pulse quicken as realisation dawns down on you. Her breaths are shallow, broken by quiet, restrained moans.

The sudden intimacy of it makes your skin tingle, Wanda was touching herself, while talking to you. The idea sends a rush of heat straight through you, your own breath panting as you process what’s happening. Your mind circling down on the thought of her blowing a blonde strand of hair out of her face as her back arched against the palm of her hand.

“I-” You don’t even know what to say.

“You have no idea how much you've been on my mind.” Wanda whispers, her voice thick with pleasure, each word punctuated by the sounds of her breath quickening, “God, I couldn’t stop thinking about you even after you left.”

Her words are laced with heat, and you feel the tension between you spike, your body responding to the quiet sounds of her gasps, to the way her voice curls around each breathless word.

“I can’t stop imagining” She trails off, another soft moan escaping her, and it feels like it’s all for you, every breath, every sound. “What it’d be like if you were here”

The room feels hotter suddenly, your pulse pounding in your ears. You can picture her now, in her own bed, hand sliding against her skin, her body arching with every wave of pleasure. It’s almost overwhelming, how close she feels despite the distance, how intimate this moment has become.

“Wanda” you murmur, your voice betraying your own excitement, your body reacting to the sultry edge in her voice, to the rawness of this unexpected moment.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” she teases softly, her voice a delicate thread of desire. “I can tell, I can hear it in your voice.”

You can’t help the way your body responds, heat pooling low in your belly, the thrill of her words sending sparks through your veins. This connection, the electric pull between you and Wanda, feels impossible to ignore now. You could feel your arousal building between your legs, doing everything you could to not join her.

“Tell me what you’d do,” Wanda whispers, the soft, sensual command in her voice making you shiver. You swallow hard, the intimacy of her question hanging in the air, the weight of what she’s asking leaving you breathless.

Your breath catches at her words, the weight of Wanda’s request settling over you, igniting something deep within. There’s a moment of silence, thick and heavy, as you process the intimacy of what she’s asking. You can practically hear the soft rustle of sheets on her end, her breath laboured but controlled, a steady rhythm that mirrors your own quickened heartbeat.

You close your eyes, sinking further into your bed, the thought of her, so vulnerable and uninhibited—making your skin flush. “I…I don’t know,” you murmur, feeling your own voice falter with nervous excitement. But even as you say it, your mind spins with possibility. You know exactly what you’d want to do but you’d never been with a woman before, you’d never been with anyone like that before. You knew that nobody knew that you were still a virgin, but you weren't ready to admit that.

Wanda’s voice softens, her tone coaxing but still thick with desire. “Come on,” she whispers, and you can almost see the playful smirk on her lips, feeling the warmth of her breath against your skin. “Oh I see.” She chuckles through breathy gasps. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.” You gasp at her words, your heart pounding in your chest.

“Wanda, I-” You couldn’t help it, no words were coming out. The nerves of your inexperience coming through so obviously in the waver in your voice.

“It’s okay sweetheart, you don’t know what you’re doing do you?” Her soft moan echoes down the line, a breathless, sensual sound that sends a shiver through you, “You don’t know how to pleasure a woman like you pretend to, do you.” Wanda’s words drip with seductive authority, her voice threading through the phone like a secret. "You don’t have to pretend with me," she purrs, her breath quickening, sending shivers down your spine. "I’ll teach you. All you have to do is listen."

Your heart pounds in your chest, the sheer intimacy of her voice making your body react in ways you hadn’t expected. You shift under the covers, your skin burning with a mixture of desire and nervousness. "I’ve never—" you start, but your voice cracks, barely above a whisper. The admission hangs in the air, your vulnerability on full display.

"I know," Wanda murmurs softly, her tone teasing yet reassuring, as though she had known all along. "But I can show you, if you let me."

You can hear her breathing, now quicker, almost ragged, as if the very thought of guiding you through this is bringing her to the edge. "Do you want me to show you, darling?" she whispers, the question itself a caress. "Do you want me to tell you exactly how I’d fuck you?"

Your breath catches again, your pulse racing, the words sending heat coursing through you. “Yes,” you murmur, barely able to find your voice. "I want you to."

Wanda hums softly, pleased with your surrender, and you can hear the shift of her body, the subtle movements of fabric and skin. "Good girl," she whispers, her words laced with a satisfaction that makes your chest tighten with want. "I want you to close your eyes and imagine me there with you, my hand tracing up your thigh, slipping under your clothes, touching you exactly where you need me."

You can hear the faint sound of Wanda’s breath catching, her own pleasure mounting as she describes it to you. “Can you feel that? My fingers on you?” she asks, her voice breathy and low, pushing you to the edge of your self-control.

“Yes,” you whisper back, your voice shaky, lost in the heat of the moment.

“Tell me what you want,” she says, her voice deepening, the sensual command impossible to resist. "Tell me what you want me to do to you."

You’re trembling now, caught between desire and nervous excitement, but you push past the nerves, your need for her overtaking everything else. “I want you to touch me, to fuck me,” you confess, your voice barely a whisper, the words trembling on your lips.

Wanda’s breath hitches, and you hear the unmistakable sound of her pleasure, a soft gasp escaping her as she touches herself. "Say it again," she demands, her voice thick with lust, desperate to hear your desire.

“Wanda,” you moan softly, giving in to the pull of her words, the fantasy she’s woven around you. “I need you to fuck me. I want you to touch me, make me yours.”

The sound of her gasp on the other end of the phone sends a wave of heat through you, and you can hear her losing control, her breathing turning rugged and uneven. "Mmm, you’re such a good girl," she purrs between breaths, her voice dark with desire. "You’d let me take you, wouldn’t you? Let mommy fuck you until you can’t think straight."

There it was, you let out a moan at the way she titled herself. You knew you’d been into that for years now, but never daring to tell anybody, but of course she knew, she could read you so well. You nod, even though she can’t see you, your entire body aching for her touch. “Yes, please mommy, I want it so badly.”

Wanda moans softly, her pleasure evident, and you can almost picture her, the way her body must be arching under her own touch, lost in the same heat that’s consuming you. "I’d make you beg for it, sweetheart. I’d have you trembling beneath me, begging for more."

You bite your lip, your breath catching at the raw hunger in her voice, your own need reaching a fever pitch. "I’d beg," you admit, barely able to find your voice. "I’d beg for you mommy."

Her breath comes faster now, a soft, breathless moan escaping her lips. "That’s my girl," she whispers, her voice breaking with the weight of her own pleasure. "You’d be mine. All mine.”

Wanda's moan on the other end of the line grows louder, ragged with need, as if your words pushed her even closer to the edge. You can hear the soft rustle of sheets, the unmistakable wet sounds of her fingers moving faster, her breath coming in shallow, uneven gasps. The image of her, undone and desperate for release, fills your mind, stoking the fire building within you.

“Say it again,” she demands, her voice thick with desire, trembling with the intensity of her pleasure. “Tell me what you want, tell me you’re mine.”

Your pulse races, each beat louder than the last, the heat between your legs growing unbearable. You grip the phone tighter, biting your lip, but you know she wants more than your silence. “I’m yours, Wanda,” you whisper, breathless, giving her exactly what she needs. “I’ll do anything. Just please, fuck me. Make me yours, mommy.”

The sound she makes in response is guttural, a low, throaty moan that sends shivers down your spine. “Oh, fuck.” she gasps, her control slipping further with every passing second. You can hear her fingers moving faster, the wetness of her arousal audible through the phone, and it’s intoxicating, pulling you under with her.

“Good girl,” Wanda breathes, her voice barely holding together as she edges closer to climax. “You’d be so good for me, wouldn’t you? Let me fuck you whenever I want, take you however I want.”

“Yes, yes,” you whimper, your own arousal becoming overwhelming, your body aching for her. “Please, Mommy, I’d be so good for you. I’d let you do anything to me.”

That’s all she needs.

With a sharp, shuddering breath, Wanda moans loud into the phone, the sound of her orgasm raw and uncontrolled. Her breath catches, breaking into uneven gasps, and you can hear the wet sound of her fingers as she rides out the wave of pleasure, her body clearly shaking from the force of it. Each sound she makes is laced with satisfaction, a deep, throaty hum of ecstasy as her release takes over completely.

You can barely breathe, your body reacting to the sheer intimacy of hearing her come undone, your own desire pooling low in your belly, desperate and needy. Wanda’s breathing gradually slows, her soft, contented sighs filling the air between you, and you close your eyes, imagining the flush on her cheeks, the way her body must be lying spent against the sheets.

“Such a good girl,” she whispers, her voice still heavy with satisfaction. “I can’t wait to hear you beg for real.”

“Wanda, I don’t know what to say.” You admit, your brain fuzzy and spaced out at the unexpected nature of her call. You’d only been back home for a few days and you had no idea how much of an impression you’d made on the older woman.

“You don’t have to know what to say honey, that’s my job.” She hums as you hear the click of heels against tiled flooring. You could almost choke on the sound, she wasn’t in her bedroom, she was in the kitchen, the echoing of her words now making sense as each moan had bounced around the emptiness of the room.

“Are you in the kitchen?” you ask breathlessly, biting your lip as you imagine her there, the scene playing out in your head like a movie. You envision her bending over the kitchen island, the soft glow of the lights casting a warm hue over her skin as she calls you, wanting you to picture every moment of her tantalising routine.

“Maybe,” Wanda teases, her voice dripping with mischief. “Will I see you next Tuesday?”

You feel a thrill rush through you at her question, the way she asks it, sending your heart racing. "You know I’ll be there," you reply, your voice barely above a whisper, laced with eagerness.

“Good,” Wanda replies, a satisfied hum escaping her lips.

“Goodnight, Wanda,” you murmur, your heart fluttering with excitement as the call ends, leaving you with thoughts of her dancing through your mind. As soon as you heard the line end, you reached down to your underwear, the fabric completely soaked and you threw your head back in frustration. You wanted to touch yourself, but it felt wrong, you wanted to leave yourself in desperate heat, making you want Wanda even more.

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temiizpalace · 6 months ago

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☆┊THE POCKY GAME

SUMMARY: playing the pocky game with your crush!

CHARACTERS: all dorms (-ortho)

GENRE: fluff

WARNINGS: cursing, suggestive? not really tho

NOTES: happy pocky day!! I think this game is actually really cute teehee. what’s ur guys favorite pocky? (mines the chocolate or matcha one 🙏🙏)

reader is g/n, reader is yuu

GOES IN FLUSTERED, COMES OUT CONFIDENT

you caught him so off guard. he was just minding his own business, doing his thing, then suddenly you hit him with a game like this? really are you trying to kill him, prefect? does this count as a confession?? he feels hot, is his face red? he didn’t even know pocky day existed!

despite his internal panicking, how could he possibly say no to you? placing the biscuit between his lips, letting you have the chocolate side (or whatever flavor u want) like the gentleman he is. slowly, bite by bite his face inches closer to yours. his heart is killing him, but he doesn’t dare to lose. finally reaching to the midsection, his lips find yours, sharing a small sweet kiss before pulling away.

that was much more fun than he thought it’d be. how about another round?

riddle, trey, jack, kalim, silver, malleus

GOES IN CONFIDENT, COMES OUT A LOSER

he was so smug when you asked. say less prefect! he’ll play the game with you since you’re so desperate!

then suddenly he gets second thoughts once you both begin to bite down on the biscuit. little by little, the proximity between you two began to close, his heartbeat racing at the speed of light. thump thump thump. he could barely control his breathing and his palms were beginning to grow sweaty. by the time you’ve expected a kiss, he pulled away, feeling embarrassed and overwhelmed.

his cheeks were burning hot and there was a discerning look on his face that screamed flustered. with all the talk he had before, maybe this reaction was better than the anticipated kiss. but where’s the fun in that? you pull out another pocky stick, putting it between your lips for a second time with a devilish grin. you’re killing him, prefect.

ace, cater, ruggie, epel, sebek

A LOSER

had to think long and hard about playing. not cause he didn’t want to, but because he knows he’s going to humiliate himself in front of you.

so how did he find himself standing in front of you, with a pocky in his mouth, inching closer and closer to your face after each passing second? this. is. bad. he’s actually going to fail and look like a godforsaken fool. is his face red? it’s red isn’t it? he should’ve known better. not even halfway, he backs up, covering the lower half of his face with his hand.

please forgive him, but he might just DIE and EXPLODE if he hadn’t done what he just did. it’s not just about his safety, it’s about yours too. please don’t tease him he’s already so embarrassed for being a wimp.

he’s already weak in the knees just being beside you, kissing you would be a whole nother story.

deuce, azul, idia

A FUCKING TEASE

another smug one. except this one has plans to win and actually stick to it. rather than just standing in front of you, he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you in closer. you hesitate for a moment, taken aback by his bold actions.

the game grew intense, his eyes staring daggers into your own. you’re not even sure if he was blinking (he wasn’t). he took in your reaction, engraved it in the back of his mind, and plans to replay these moments like they were a cinematic masterpiece. just when you were about to pull away, his lips meet yours, sharing a breathtaking kiss.

your face was warm and wore an expression of shock. he loved it. ah, ah, ah, not so fast prefect. technically that was a tie! what’s a game without a winner? looks like another round is in order..

jade, jamil, rook, lilia

SOMEHOW A WORSE TEASE

pocky game? why would we want to do that when he could just do this?

cupping your cheek, he leans over and places a chaste kiss on your lips. it was a gentle kiss, contrasting with the way his hands traveled down to your waist, holding my you firmly in place. his eyes bored into you, enjoying your shock. he was smug. so smug. you could feel him smiling against your lips, leaning in closer and closer til you finally had the opportunity to push him away.

he only smirked in return, letting you go, grabbing a pocky and walking away as if nothing happened.

punch him. you wanted to punch him.

leona, jade, floyd, jamil, vil

A/N: jamil was self indulgent ngl

date published: 11/11/24

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babyleostuff · 8 months ago

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𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬

𝜗𝜚 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄: fluff, established relationship, down bad wonwoo (he’s a certified simp) 𝜗𝜚 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: idol!wonwoo x fem!reader 𝜗𝜚 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1.6k

⦗💌 ⦘ though it didn’t bother wonwoo that his girl wasn’t a gamer like him, he was over the moon when one day she proudly declared she started gaming. one thing he forgot to ask - what kind of games she was playing.

𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: guys if i play dress to impress does it mean im finally a gamer?

wonwoo was having a stroke.

months ago, when you first started going out, he of course had to mention his love for gaming and computers, no matter how lame it made him - he figured if it bothered you then you simply weren’t fit for him. but, thankfully, you didn’t find it unappealing whatsoever, you even asked him questions about games and whatnot, sounding genuinely interested.

and he wouldn’t lie - it’d be cool if you were a gamer as well, but…

“no, it’s not for me,” you said when he asked if you played. “i don’t really get the hype, and to be honest i just suck really bad.”

…but wonwoo understood that you didn’t have to share his every passion, besides - you had your hobbies, he had his, and that was perfectly fine. he was more than happy to indulge in activities that you enjoyed and getting to know you even better through them.

during the course of your relationship you still didn’t show any interest in his games. well, maybe except for when you wanted cuddles, then you suddenly took a great interest in what was happening on his computer, but wonwoo didn’t mind. it was cute how you tried to keep up with the game though you had no idea what it was about, especially when you were sleepy.

sometimes, though, you felt bad that you didn’t share his passion, that you didn’t know about all of the new updates, and gaming terms, or what the different keys on the keyboard were responsible for, but wonwoo was always quick to shut down those silly thoughts of yours. “i don’t mind, honey,” he always said and kissed your cheek. “i really don’t”.

so it was safe to say that he had never expected to hear, "i'm a gamer now, baby. i play games," with a proud smile on your lips.

wonwoo’s day had been long and hard, his muscles were aching from the hours spent on dancing and moving around the stage, and his head was begging for a moment of silence from all the yelling and yapping of his members.

but that, that just woke him up like no amount of coffees or red bulls could.

“huh?” he managed to say in utter confusion.

he didn’t like how you were smiling. there was something sinister about it.

“there’s this game everyone is playing now. i saw some videos on tik tok,” you had to stifle a giggle seeing your boyfriend’s expression upon the mention of the app he considered cursed, “and it looked fun. so… i’ve been playing it ever since you left for work.”

well, maybe you did find it on tik tok, but a game was still a game, so wonwoo figured he should count that as a win.

“let me show you,” you declared and took his hand with an excited grin, before he could say anything else, let alone ask you what kind of game you were talking about.

you quickly pulled him into his bedroom, totally dismissing mingyu’s “hello”, and made him sit on his gaming chair.

“i know you don’t like it when people touch your computer-,”.

“you can use it, honey, i don’t mind,” he cut you off and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. as ecstatic as wonwoo was about your breakthrough in gaming, he could wait to go to bed and finally get his well deserved cuddles from you.

“okay okay,” you said and unintendedly ran your fingers through his hair. “so here it is,” you pointed at the screen behind him.

wonwoo had no idea what game could have finally caught your attention. even the adorable characters from animal crossing weren’t cute enough for you to spend more than five minutes on the game, but what he saw on his computer...

"what, uh," he gulped. "what is that?"

“dress to impress!”

well, it certainly did not impress wonwoo.

“it’s like a dressing up game,” you added, when your boyfriend didn’t say anything. “here.”

you rolled him a bit away from the desk so you could take your designated place on his lap, and disconnected the headphones from the computer, which made everything so much worse. the music that was playing in the background had to be one of the worst sounds he had ever heard.

“look,” you pointed at the timer at the top of the screen. “the game is starting.”

he could feel how you were buzzing with excitement, clapping your hands in tiny, waiting for the time to run out.

“okay, see? here’s the theme,” wonwoo nodded sceptically, but nonetheless tightened his grip on your waist.

album cover.

then the screen changed to what looked like a large walk-in closet the size of his and mingyu's apartment. a bunch of other characters were running around, and the god awful music was still playing, and you started to run around as well, and, “oh my god, what was going on?”.

“who should i dress up as?” you bit your nail, clearly very focused. wonwoo took a peek at your furrowed brows, and small pout and for a second he drowned out the annoying sound coming from his computer, just to focus on your adorable expression.

“i can do you!” you said, and turned around to quickly place a kiss on his cheek. “from the “face the sun” concept photos. technically it’s not an album cover, but… no one here is ever on theme anyway”.

wonwoo could only watch as you slowly changed your outfit into something that was supposed to resemble one of his concept photos, only in a more cutified version, because as you said, "you're a babygirl". with the minutes ticking by, he couldn’t help but smile at you being so focused on putting the whole outfit together.

"okay, it's done," you said, leaning back so you were resting against wonwoo's chest. "now it's show time."

one by one, the characters walked the carpet, presenting their… whatever their outfits were.

“ugh, this fit sucks ass,” you groaned, and nuzzled your head into his shoulder. “wait til one of them hits the twenty eight pose,” you said, and by the tone of your voice wonwoo did not want to see that.

“why are you giving everyone one star?” he asked, confused. “that one wasn’t that bad,” he pointed at the character that dressed up as ariana’s dangerous woman.

“you never give anyone more than one star,” you stated as a matter of fact. “oh, look,” you squealed. “it’s me.”

indeed it was you, and for what it was worth - your outfit looked the best in wonwoo’s opinion. but then again you were best in everything to him, so his opinion didn’t count. and then the screen turned black again.

the winners are…

“now we’ll see who placed on the podium,” you explained, and grabbed his hand that was still resting on your waist.

wonwoo nodded and put his chin on your shoulder. “i’m sure you’re going to be first, honey.”

“huh,” you huffed. “i wouldn’t be so sure about that.”

and yeah, you were right. in the first place there was a character that wasn’t dressed up at all, in the second someone with the vip sign dressed as if they were going to the circus, and in the third there was a very creepy character of a man.

you clicked your tongue annoyed. “told you.”

well, that was an experience wonwoo had never thought he’d have the, uh, pleasure to go through.

“so,” you got up, and just when wonwoo was about to whine about the lack of your warmth, you straddled his lap. “what do you think?” you cupped his cheeks and smiled at him brightly.

he wasn’t sure he was thinking at all, at this point.

the annoying music? unbearable. the clearly not on theme outfits? hideous. the weird poses that freaked him out? he was sure he’d get nightmares from them.

wonwoo must’ve been thinking too long about his answer so as not to hurt your feelings, because the smile slowly started to disappear from your face. "you think it's weird, right?" you asked and looked down.

"what? no, it's not that, it's-,".

"sweetie, i understand," you laughed quietly. "it's a game for kids, and a little cheesy at that but-,".

"no no," wonwoo quickly said and grabbed your face in his hands so he could lift your head. "i just didn't expect this. you always said you didn't like to game and i didn't know what to expect."

"yeah, but still-,".

"oh could you be quiet for a second?" he smiled when he saw the corners of your lips lift up. "i didn't mean to make you feel bad and i'm sorry if it did.”

yeah, the game might not have been his style, and he would never have played it himself, but you liked it. and that was all he cared about. he had never seen you smile like that when he was gaming - your eyes were practically heart shaped when you were dressing up your character, and if this wasn't the most adorable thing ever he didn't know what it was.

if it made you happy, then it made him happy too.

"you have no idea how glad you found a game you like," he ran his thumbs over your cheeks. "and you know what? if i played myself i'd definitely give your outfit five stars."

you giggled, and wrapped your hand around one of his wrists. "thank you, wonwoo."

"of course," he muttered and pecked your forhead. "now tell me, is there a way we could play it at the same time?"

"wonwoo, you don't have to-,"

"but i want to," he said.

for a moment you just looked at him with a raised brow, as if you were trying to figure out if he was really telling the truth. and he really was. wonwoo would survive any horrible outfit and that annoying music just to see you so excited and happy again.

"are you sure?"

he quickly nodded.

"okay, then let me get my computer."

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krosiefics · 8 months ago

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let’s fulfill the prophecy • minsung x reader

M D N I 18+

Synopsis: you and your best friends, Minho and Jisung, don’t mind talking about your sex lives and desires. Though one night when Jisung makes a suggestion about a fantasy all three of you share, you can’t help but take the offer.

WC: 2.9k

Warnings: PURE SMUT, pwp, smut, afab!reader, softdom!minho, switch!reader, sub!jisung, bsf!minho, bsf!jisung, piv, unprotected sex (PEE AFTER SEX AND USE PROTECTION), same hole double penetration, threesome, vaginal sex, double creampie, jisung is super vocal while minho isn’t, oral (f&m receiving), nippleplay (f&m receiving), some m/m action, breeding kink, pet names (baby, princess, pretty, good boy), friends to idk what(lovers???)…probably forgetting some- tee hee sorry

a/n: imma go touch grass now just like chan told us

Even though your two best friends are boys, you never thought much about talking to them about your sex life, they never hindered from telling you theirs either. So tonight didn’t seem any different.

The three of you gathered around the short wooden coffee table that laid in the middle of the living room, blabbing about things that happened this week.

“Ooh! There was a girl that was all over Minho this week!” Jisung exclaimed as if he just remembered the most important thing in the world. His words peeked your interests, you turned your gaze over to the previously mentioned boy, giving him a knowing look.

Minho’s shoulders rose from being put on the spot, “She wasn’t all over me…she was just there?” Minho furrowed his brows in a questioning manner. “She was totally into you! She was hot too!” Jisung said matter-a-factly, crossing his arms and jutting out his chin. Minho simply rolled his eyes at him.

Minho isn’t necessarily the type to have one-night stands unlike Jisung who likes to play around a bit. “Well what about you Ji? You’ve snuck your way into anyone’s pants this week?” Minho changes the subject. Jisung’s eyes usually light up like a kid on Christmas when he’s asked about his sex life. Liking to recall everything while you and Minho just sit there listening…internally disturbed at some of the things he says.

Though, this time, Jisung’s eyes didn’t have that spark. The round cheeked boy simply shook his head, “I’ve been left blue balled all week. That one girl I told yall about got a family emergency notification while we were grinding on each other!” Jisung threw his hands up in the air in frustration.

You let out a snort and Minho chuckles at his words. “What about you?”

“Me? Nah, haven’t gotten laid in a few weeks. Though when I went to the bar last weekend these two random dudes offered to do a three way with me-“

“Shit, a threesome sounds like so much fun! I wanna do one!” Jisung cut you off, “How was it?!”

“Well if you would let me fucking finish- I turned them down cuz my friend I was with puked.”

“Aww, would you have said yes if she hadn’t puked?” Minho pokes at you jokingly.

“Yeah probably, it’s seems like it’d be intresting- but at the same time I’d want them to be trustable people since I’m guessing it’d hurt like fuck! Don’t wanna be just left to clean up myself, you know.”

As you rambled you failed to notice Jisung suggestively nudging Minho with his elbow. Minho stared between him and you, before realizing what Jisung was indicating. “Jisung what the fuck?” The black haired boy stared at the younger. You look between the two confused.

“Oh c'mon Min! It’d be fun don’t ya think?!” Jisung whined, Minho continued staring at him as if he was crazy. “What is it?”

“This dumbass just suggested that we have a threesome.” Minho spat, though he’d never admit aloud that the idea slightly aroused him.

“Wait…you wanna try it too, right Ji?” You ask, Jisung nods frantically in response. “Do you wanna try it Min?” Minho stared at you as if you’d lost your mind by agreeing with Jisung. “I mean…I guess, but won’t you think it’s weird?”

“Oh c’mon! It’s for scientific research to determine if we like it or not.” You whine just as Jisung had done prior. “I guess.” He answered unsure. You notice his uneasiness, “Hey, if you don’t wanna do it we won’t.” Minho smiled at you appreciatively, “No, I want to do it.”

“Are we doing this or what?” Jisung grinned, popping up from his spot on the floor and making his way to your bedroom door. Your heart raced with anticipation, you’d be lying if you said you’d hadn’t thought about this before…when your best friends are as hot as Minho and Jisung are, how could you not fantasize about them at least one time.

You bolted up from your spot on the floor and towards your bedroom, pulling Jisung inside. “C’mon Min!” Jisung called out to the elder who just watched as the two of his best friends just ran off to a room to have sex together. Nonetheless, Minho rose from his spot, walking towards your now open bedroom door. As Minho neared the door, he watched as Jisung had his lips attached to your neck.

You tilt your head, allowing him more space to nibble and suck at. Your eyes shifted to the man who was standing at your door, you motioned for him to come over. “We’re actually doing this then?”

Minho sighed, arousal shooting quickly to his cock. “We can stop if you want.” You stated, Jisung whining at your words. Minho shook his head as he neared the two of you. “You guys are actually insane.” The feline-eyed boy chuckles, cupping your cheek in his hand. You melt into his touch with a sigh.

Small moans began flowing from your mouth as Jisung bit down along your collarbone before licking a stripe on the spot. “Ji,” You scrunch your eyes, hands flying to his hair. Jisung pulled away from your neck with a smirk. As Jisung fully removes himself from you, Minho decides to take the lead and back you towards the bed, falling onto the bed when the back of your knees hit the mattress.

Minho guided you gently to lay down. “You sure you want this?” He stared down at you, he noticed how flushed your cheeks were and the multiple marks that Jisung had left on your skin. “God yes, shit, this might just be an excuse at this point.” You bashfully confess, turning your head away to avoid eye contact. “Oh, she thinks we’re hot!” Jisung piped up, you felt the weight of the bed dip to your left. Jisung hovered over you, his face coming into your sight. “Don’t worry babe, I’ve thought about this before too. How could I not, you two are ridiculously hot.” He grins before placing a soft kiss on your cheek.

Your eyes follow Jisung’s as he turns his gaze to Minho who just stands there, lip caught between his teeth. “He’s probably fantasized about this more though.” Though you weren't looking at him, you knew he wore a teasing smirk. “Oh fuck you Ji.” Minho groaned, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment, “That’s what I’m trying for you to do.” Growing annoyed, Minho pushes Jisung onto the bed, harsher than how he guided you down.

“Hey pretty,” Minho turned his gaze to you, his eyes burning with lust, “Wanna help me out with this one while I take care of you?” You can feel your heart hammering in your chest, Minho’s sudden change in demeanor fully arousing you. You quickly rise from the bed and straddle Jisung’s hips. Jisung stares up at you with rosey cheeks. “You gonna take care of me baby- oh fuck!” His teasing was cut short with the roll of your hips. His hands fly up to your hips, trying to guide you to move faster, but you’re faster, slapping his hands away. “If you’re a good boy I’ll let you touch later.”

Jisung groans loudly at your words, you note how his cock twitched under you at the pet name. You continue rolling your hips into his, soft whimpers falling from both of your mouths. Suddenly, a pair of hands start trailing along the curves of your body, trailing their way down to the hem of your t-shirt. You could feel Minho’s warmth behind you. His hands stop right at the hem, as if the boy behind you were asking to continue. You were quick to nod, pleas flowing from your mouth.

Minho tugged your shirt up and over your head, your chest now almost fully exposed to your best friends. Jisung watched as you grind down on him as Minho took your shirt off. He could see how your nipples pebbled through your bra. Jisung’s hands unconsciously moved to touch them, but yet again you smacked them away before he could touch you. “What did I say?” You tsked.

Jisung simply whined. “Shirt.” You order below, he’s quick to understand what you mean, peeling his shirt from his body, tossing it somewhere in the room.

You stared down at the flushed boy, his abs flexed and his nipples hardened. You reach down and pinch one of his nubs, twisting and pulling at it as whines flow from Jisung’s mouth. “Fuck, baby c’mon! Lemme touch you already…I wanna touch you.” He babbles. You hunch over, taking one of his nipples in your mouth, nibbling at the nub teasingly as Jisung’s cock throbbed against your cunt. “Holy fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Suddenly you’re pulled away from Jisung’s chest. Hands harshly gripping your hips before hesitantly cupping your breasts, you throw your head back, resting it on Minho’s shoulder. Minho takes this as a chance to suck at the skin of your neck. Trailing his teeth along your neck before leaving feather kisses under your ear.

Your hips rolled needily into Jisung below you. The latter staring up with an arousal driven gaze as he watched you grind into him, the feeling of your warmth against him, Minho kneading at your tits and his mouth all over your skin…the skin that he, Jisung, wanted to so desperately touch. “Baby…please. I’ve been a good boy- I’ll keep being a good boy, just let me touch you.” Jisung fisted the sheets next to him as your hips edged him towards his climax.

“Fuck, Imma cum.” He warned. And almost immediately you lifted yourself from him, a broken moan slipping past his lips from the loss of friction, Minho also frowning at the loss of contact with your tits. “Baby, why’d you do that?”

“You said you were gonna be a good boy, no?” You teased him, his round cheeks flushing an impossibly deeper shade of red. You smirk at his reaction.

You tugged at the elastic waistband of your shorts and panties, sliding them down your legs till you could kick them off somewhere. Both Jisung and Minho watched as you removed the articles of clothing, the sight making their cocks throb in their pants. “Min, care to help tease him for a bit.” You offered, your eyes burning into Jisung’s. Minho nodded, his eyes turning towards the younger boy. Minho didn’t fail to notice the bulge Jisung was sporting through his jeans.

“Pretty boy, you want help with these?” Minho smirked, his fingers trailing along the hem of Jisung’s jeans, looping around one of the belt loops. “God please- fuck Min!” Jisung groaned, willing to do anything at this point to be touched or touch someone. Jisung reached for Minho’s wrist but stopped himself, assuming he’d get rejected again.

Minho let out a deep chuckle before wrapping his fingers around Jisung’s wrist and guiding it to his face. “I’ll let you touch me for now.” He cocked his head as his fingers worked Jisung’s zipper down. You watched as the two boys maneuvered around to get Jisung undressed, until Jisung laid there fully naked. His cock erected, resting on his lower abdomen. Your mouth watered as you stared at the pretty boy’s cock. You wanted him in your mouth- no you needed him in your mouth.

“Minnie, can you prep me?” You asked Minho though your eyes remained on Jisung’s cock. Minho’s gaze shifted from Jisung to you. He noticed your staring and shifted over, freeing up space between Jisung’s legs. “You sure?” Minho asked as you bent over, leaving your ass exposed to him. “Yeah, I am…are you guys?”

“Fuck yeah.” Minho breathed out. “Can one of yal fucking touch me…please?” Jisung cried out, his cock leaking precum as it throbbed painfully.

You roll your eyes playfully before leaning in and taking the whining boy into your mouth. A waterfall of ‘fucks’ and ‘so good baby’ fell from his mouth, Jisung’s eyes screwed shut, but not until he started feeling vibrations against his cock. His eyes snap open, seeing how you took his cock into his mouth so easily, your lips so pink and wet around his shaft.

Another wave of vibrations surrounded his cock, he finally noticed that they were your moans. Your moans as Minho ate you out from behind, wet sounds of your juices mixing with his spit as his fingers pumped into your sopping cunt. “Fuck Min, keep doing that! She’s taking me so well!” Jisung cried out, his knuckles were white with how tight he was holding on to the sheets, just like how he was holding off his climax as best he could.

“I think you’re good now, pretty.” Minho said with a huff, his face wet with your arousal. You pulled away from Jisung’s throbbing cock with a ‘pop’.

Swinging your legs over the younger’s hips, straddling him as you had previously. “You ready Ji?”

“More than ready, princess.” Your eyes go wide at the sudden nickname, your heart unreasonably hammering into your chest. You shake your head out of it. The messy haired boy hisses as you guide his cock towards your entrance.

You sink down slowly onto his cock, the two of you letting out pornographic moans at the feeling. His cock fit you so well, you could feel every vein and curve of his cock as you unconsciously clenched around him, prompting him to buck his hips slightly.

Jisung’s gaze fell on your face, how your eyes scrunched up with pleasure as you began rolling your hips onto his, the new feeling already edging you both towards an orgasm. His gaze fell to your lips and how they formed a small ‘o’ shape as breathy moans left them. Fuck, he wanted to kiss you so bad. You must’ve picked up on his desire because before the two of you knew it, you were kissing.

Lips moving sloppily against each other as your hips started moving faster and as Jisung started thrusting into you. “Sungie.” You whimpered into the kiss, his hands flying to your face, cupping your cheeks gently. Jisung didn’t even care if you’d be upset at him touching you. But you didn’t care, you need his hands in you. “I’m right here princess.” He cooed as his hands made their way down to your hips, steadily holding as he thrust into you.

You moan into the kiss when you feel something else probing at your entrance. It was Minho’s finger. The older boy watched as his younger friends made out like hormonal teenagers. His finger traced along the rim of your pussy which was currently taking Jisung. “I’ve waited a bit, no?”

Minho smirked as he pushed his finger inside your hole, both you and Jisung letting out moans.

Minho worked his fingers in and out of you, stretching your hole even more while Jisung pounded into you. “You ready?” Minho asked, his hands rubbing circles on your waist. “God, need to feel both of you- fuck, now please Min- fuck Sungie!”

“Oh fuck!” Jisung and you moaned simultaneously as Minho pushed his cock into your tight cunt. The stinging pain of both of their cocks only turning you on more. “Fuck, Imma cum- fucking shit.” Jisung warned, his cock twitching deep inside you along Minho’s. “Fu...f-fill me up- you’ve been a good boyf fill me up baby.” You slump your head against his as Minho pounds you from behind.

Jisung spills over the edge, filling you up with every last drop of his seed, your pussy milking him so perfectly. Minho continued rutting into you, Jisung cried out from the overstimulation but nonetheless didn’t pull out. “Fuck, Minnie Imma cum- fuck Min!” A tear fell from your eye as your mind went blank with ecstasy. Your climax hit you like a truck as you squirted around both of their cocks, leaving Jisung’s abdomen soaked.

“Fucking hell.” Minho grunted at how tight you clenched around him that it sent him over the end. His hips stuttered as he filled you with his seed, both his and Jisung mixing within yours.

Your body felt limp as they both pulled out. The icky feeling of their cum rushing down your thighs made you cringe. Minho guided you to lay on your back before running off somewhere.

Both you and Jisung laid there staring at the ceiling, chest heaving and faces flushed.

“We just did that.” You huffed out a laugh.

“We just did that.” Jisung confirms, his voice sounding so raspy.

Minho returned with a warm towel, nudging your legs open before cleaning you. “I love you guys.” You said after cleaning up everything. Minho turned to you with a small smile on his face, his hands moved to cup your cheek before leaning in and planting a kiss on your lips. The two of you pull away, a grumble catching both of your attentions. Your gaze shifted to Jisung who pouted, wanting a kiss for himself.

You giggle before giving him a kiss as well. Jisung melts into your touch so easily, “I love you guys too.” He sighed into the kiss, pulling away before cuddling you into his chest. “You guys are still crazy for that.”

“Oh c’mon Min, you know you liked it.” You scoff, the feeling of Minho’s arms wrapping around both you and Jisung comforting you. “Yeah, yeah. I guess I love you guys too.”

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no-144444 · 11 days ago

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voicenotes- faking it au

꩜summary: voicenotes lando sends you throughout your first year

꩜pairing: fakeboyfriend! lando norris x fem! fakegirlfriend! actress! reader

Imola, 19th of May, 2024. 1:34am

Hey, just wanted to… I don't know. Call you, or something. I think you’re in the US so you’re probably busy with work right now, but I just… I don’t know. I needed someone to talk to who doesn’t hate me because of my driving. You just hate me for fun. [chuckle] So, yeah. I’m here. I can’t sleep. Don’t really want to eat anything else. Started watching one of your movies, the one with Asa Butterfield? Is that his name? From when you were a kid. Hugo, or something, I think. You were really good in it. [pause] I hope you come to Canada. I want to see you. Ok, bye now. Bye.

Barcelona, 23rd of June, 2024. 11:23pm

Hey. I know we didn’t go too well in Canada and I just wanted to call you and apologise. I was being a dick. I’m not even your real boyfriend, and I’m sorry I was just being… whatever it was. It was shit and I feel really bad about it. Anyways… [sigh], um, saw some of your interviews for Civil War. Looks great. You and… Wagner Moura, is that his name? You two are funny together. Close. [pause] Umm… [breathes out] yeah. Wondering if you want to come to Austria? No pressure if you’re busy but… I think it’d be good if you came. I got P2 today, in case you didn’t watch. I’m sure you don’t. But yeah. Getting up there for sure. Well, alright. I’ll hopefully see you in Austria. Bye.

Austria, 31st of June, 2024. 1:52am

Hi. Kinda glad you weren’t there today [chuckle]. Fucking shitshow. I’m kinda… tired of this shit. Everyone just keeps talking and talking and talking and I’m just… trying to drown it out. Thought you’d understand that- [his phone starts ringing], oh shit, that’s you. Um-

[incoming call from Y/n ]

Hey Lando. Your voice was sickly sweet, knowing exactly what he was going through. How's it going?

He took a deep breath. I’ve been better.

Where are you?

Still in Austria. Airport smells like shit and they have no good food spots.

Are you with Jon?

[pause] I am. I just… don’t think he’d get it.

I know what you mean [chuckle]. Most people don’t get murdered online for one simple mistake.

I knew you’d understand. Thanks for calling me back.

I’m here for you Lando. This shit isn’t easy.

You’re telling me. How’s filming going?

[sigh] It’s… going. Drew and I are breaking our backs but… I don't know. Our director just doesn’t seem happy. I’m sure we’ll work it out though. Have you spoken to Max yet?

Nope [sigh]. I might come visit you. If that’s alright.

[pause] Yeah. That’s alright.

Great. Just… want to see you in person. We can post some shit too.

Sounds good to me. You can come meet Drew and the rest of the crew.

I’d like that.

Great. Well, I’ll leave you to your shitty smelling airport but you should really grab some food, yeah?

I think there’s a muffin place down that way [pause]. I’ll eat. Don’t worry about me now, I might get the impression you tolerate me.

You’re a lot more tolerable when you’re beaten down by life [chuckle], less of an ago.

[laughter] I’m glad something good came out of this weekend then, you can tolerate me!

Never said that Norris.

Sure you didn’t. [pause] I’ll leave you to your boring me-less work. Bye.

Bye Lando

[end of call]

Hungary, 21st of July, 2024. 11:53pm

I want to see you again. This weekend was a fucking joke and I need to see someone sane. I’ll come over to you and after Belgium we go away? Call me when you get off work, please. I miss you. Bye. Call me.

Belgium, 28th of July, 2024, 7:49pm

Hey, I’m on my way to the airport now. Can’t wait to go away, thanks for doing this. [pause] Alright, see you soon!

Greece, 11th of August, 2024, 2:54am

[Pause] I’m really fucked up and tired right now, but… [hiccup] I miss you. I miss your perfume. I miss your dresses. I miss your hair and how it smells so good. I miss how pretty you look in the morning. I miss sharing a bed. I miss seeing you fully relaxed. I miss you pulling me to go swimming at 8am, even though we could be asleep. I’m sorry I [hiccup] sprung the… y’know on you, but… I don’t know what the fuck to do around you. You make me feel so… I don’t even fucking know. I’m sorry I called you so late. Just… like hearing your voice I guess [Max’s voice in the distance getting closer]. You’re beautiful. Inside and out. Alright, bye.

Monza, 1st September, 2024, 6:21pm

Hey baby, just wondering where you are? My mum’s here and so’s my dad and they want to meet you, alright, call me when you see this, love you!

Monza, 1st September 2024, 11:35pm

I’m following you to Calgary to see you. I miss you and I feel like shit. Text me, please. [Pause] I’m sorry about earlier but I really don’t know what you wanted me to tell them. What, say their son is so fucking uncontrollable and annoying that he has to pay someone to pretend to be love with him? It’s just… [pause] pathetic. And I know it is, so you don’t need to remind me.

[Long pause]

They loved you though. They think you’re really smart, way too smart for me. They’re probably right. Too pretty for me too. Anyway, sorry I’m taking this shit out on you. I lo-miss you. See you in Calgary. Bye.

Azerbaijan, 15th of September, 8:56pm

Hey baby, how are you? Just having breakfast now and then I’m heading to the track. I’m sure you’re asleep but I just wanted to wish you luck today… and say I love you. Right. Call me when you wake up. Bye. Love you.

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donutsbagels · 9 months ago

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These are a bit dated, but I thought it’d be fun to share! Back when I started messing with the atsv style, I did some casual doodling of Miles. Two of which (they are still my favs) were some suite add-ons I made up for him— just for fun! Think it’s cause of all of that I eventually found a rendering style I liked, and a love for costume design lol

#across the spiderverse #atsv #spiderman #spiderman atsv #spiderverse #artists on tumblr #miles morales #doodle #my art

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fairyofshampgyu · 10 months ago

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☆ Me? Pegged?!

genre: smut, fluff, established relationship

Pairing: college bf ! beomgyu x dom ! fem reader

Warnings: pegging, soft sex, sub beomgyu, dom reader, fluff, male masturbation, mentions of porn, anal fingering, use of strap on, hand job, hand holding during sex, beomgyu cries but bc he’s emotional lolol, use of petnames ‘puppy’, ‘baby’, gendered term, reader is referred to as ‘girlfriend’ and afab, disgustingly fluffy

synopsis: your skeptical boyfriend gets pegged for the first time <3 To say the least he definitely enjoys it a lot more than he expected.

word count: 2.8k

“What? Like, in my ass?” Beomgyu, splutters eyebrows raised and asking in a hushed tone, looking cautiously left to right seemingly embarrassed. Although, you were a little confused what he was looking for, given you were both inside his dorm room…and the only people in there.

His demeanour, a total whiplash to a few moments prior when he had very proudly won the fighting game you both were playing together.

“Well, yeah in your ass.” You deadpan at him. “It’s called pegging. It’s just something I think could be fun for us to try and share together and I want to make you feel good! But it’s okay if you don’t want to-”

“No! I’ll-I can try. For you. I’ve just-I’ve never really thought of it before. It seems…intense...” Beomgyu looks down with a pout, fiddling with his thumbs, legs crossed on his bed.

“Gyu,” You cup his cheek and he leans into your touch almost instantly, looking back up at you, practically purring at the nickname and your gesture, “if you’re not comfortable with it we won’t. We don’t have to just because I want to. I just wanted to know your thoughts on it. ”

Beomgyu was always an open minded person when it came to sex, always down to try things at least once. Both of you were pretty compatible in that sense, easily bored when things were kept the same. You liked how experimental and open he was with you.

Beomgyu rubs at the back of his head and nods slowly, still looking skeptical. “I want to try it with you. I trust you. But, I just don’t think I’ll really find it that enjoyable though. I’ll think about it.”

Not that beomgyu would admit to you, but after the topic of pegging was brought up, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. It made a strange feeling pool in his stomach, unsure if it was a good or bad thing. Would it even feel good? What would it feel like? It’d probably feel weird right? And the thought of being so vulnerable was a little scary. He knew he had nothing to be embarrassed about with you but it still felt a little too daunting.

To say the least, beomgyu was curious, and many nights contemplating brought him to conduct his own research. Grabbing his laptop, the only light shining in his dark room at the ungodly hours of a thursday night, he went to the only place he knew would have some sort of answers—the internet and he began sheepishly typing into the search bar.

To his surprise, he came across many dudes enthusiastically raving about it on reddit and how it completely changed their view of life—he thinks some of them were being a little bit dramatic.

He also watched a few videos, for research purposes only. He stares at his screen, mouth agape and feeling a flush creep up his neck, cheeks growing increasingly heated at what he sees. Woah. Maybe. This might actually be….

He couldn’t help imagining you doing that to him instead, mind painting vivid pictures of you, imagining your hands on his hips and breath against his neck, being handled like that. It was strangely arousing.

Suddenly beomgyu was squirming in his bed, one hand hesitantly slipping down his grey sweatpants as he bit his bottom lip, eyes squeezed shut and eyebrows furrowed as he began embarrassedly and frantically jerking off his now red and hard dick to the thought of you pegging him.

Faster than he thought, beomgyu was cumming heaps with a hand slapped to his mouth to stop himself from loudly moaning out your name (the college walls were very thin. He knew from experience.) and completely making a mess, soiling his sweats with a muffled whimper instead.

He lay there gasping and panting flushed, left to ponder his actions and new found revelation. It was kind of hot? Or maybe it was just a heat of the moment kind of thing. He couldn’t actually find that hot, right?

Fuck.

There wasn’t much beomgyu kept from you, usually he’d be the one to talk your ear off about the most mundane, silliest things of his day as you both cuddled closely together. However, he’d purposefully failed to mention his recent porn search history and the fact that he’s been cumming a heck of a lot faster than he’d like to admit at the thought of his girlfriend fucking him in the ass.

It’s only made him more curious about whether he’d actually like it. There was only one way to find out and that was to just see for himself. So he knew he had to bring it up with you somehow again without sounding like a crazed freak.

You were studying in the library when beomgyu approached you, textbooks spread out in front of you as you furiously typed notes on your laptop. Beomgyu leans in to peck your cheek before taking a seat beside you and you looked up, lifting your headphones from your ears. “Oh you’re studying as well?”

Beomgyu gives you an incredulous look as if it was absolutely outrageous to suggest he’d be doing that. “Um no.” He clears his throat, trying to sound as nonchalant and cool as possible, “so, uh, remember that thing we talked about?”

You furrow your brows unsure of what he was talking about, but given how incredibly embarrassed he looked, you had an inkling of what it might be and you try not to laugh, heavily amused, accidentally saying it bit too loud, “Oh you mean pegging?”

He looks around frantically, eyes wide with panic as he tries to gauge if anyone else had heard, then he hits your arm and shoves you. “You don’t have to be so loud, my god.”

You can see the tips of his cute ears going pink as he shakes his head and rolls his eyes “Sorry, sorry. I didn’t mean to,” chuckling softly, you put your hands up in defence so he wouldn’t shove you again.

Beomgyu just narrows his eyes at you and scoffs, “Yeah, so anyway. I was just thinking, you know, maybe we should actually... give it a try? I mean, if you're still interested," Beomgyu says, his words tumbling out in a rush.

Your eyebrows raise in surprise. “So, you’ve been thinking about it?” you teased, leaning in closer. “What changed your mind?”

"Well, I've been doing some, uh, research," he admitted, scratching the back of his head. "And, maybe it doesn't sound so bad after all. I mean, I’m not saying I’m dying to try it or anything. But, you know, I’m open to the idea. I guess.”

“Sure, sure,” you say giggling into your textbook. “You guess…”

Beomgyu flicks your forehead playfully, furrowing his brows. “Shut up.”

“Oww!” You rub your forehead soothingly, “We’ll try it soon then, yeah?”

He pretends to think about it, even though his excitement is barely contained. You could practically see his tail wagging and brown puppy eyes lighting up. “Yeah, we could do that.”

Today is the day beomgyu will finally get why a bunch of dudes from reddit are so into being pegged by their girlfriends. Unfortunately for beomgyu though, he was currently stuck in class, wanting more than ever to just be in your dorm, but he had to wait.

The professor's voice drones on, the words blending into a meaningless blur as Beomgyu stole glances at the clock every few seconds. Each tick seemed to echo in his head like a countdown to freedom, and he couldn't help but let out an impatient sigh, mind racing with thoughts of what awaited him once this torturous lecture finally ended.

Meanwhile, you were finding immense amusement in Beomgyu's predicament and you couldn’t help but send him teasing texts during his class to make him even more pathetically desperate.

Beomgyu's eyes widened as he read the message, his cheeks flushing red. He bit his lip, trying to stifle a groan of frustration. He typed back quickly, fingers fumbling with the keys.

Beom🧸🎸: This is pure evil ! You’re so mean :( 😞💔😪👎

You can’t help giggling, typing back a sarcastic response.

aww what a poor puppy. You’ll just have to wait.

Beom🧸🎸: why can’t I just skip bro🧍‍♂️

You tell him he’s not allowed to skip and that he has to sit through the entirety of it just to torture him some more. Beomgyu pouts, his bottom lip sticking out in a comically exaggerated manner at the text, earning a weird look from Soobin who sat next to him.

Finally, the professor dismisses the class, and Beomgyu practically leaps out his seat, gathering his notebook and laptop and shoving it in his bag in record time. He dashes out of the lecture hall, barely acknowledging soobin’s farewell. Beomgyu’s heart racing as he practically sprinted across campus to your dorm.

When he reaches your door, he knocks eagerly, breathing heavily and you swing open the door.

Without a word, Beomgyu pulls you into a passionate kiss, his hands tangling in your hair as he presses you against the doorframe. He couldn't wait any longer; the anticipation had built up to an almost unbearable level, and now that he was finally here with you, all he wanted was to feel close to you.

You chuckle softly against his lips, teasingly pulling back just enough to look into his eyes. "Someone's eager," you run a hand through his tousled hair.

Beomgyu grins, cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and excitement as he stares down at you with half lidded eyes. "Can you blame me? You’ve been torturing me!" He pouts, staring down at your lips before kissing you again.

You’ve been meticulously prepping beomgyu for god knows how long now, but you wanted to make absolute sure that he was stretched out well so you wouldn’t hurt him one bit.

His soft, breathy moans fill the room as your lubed fingers slide in and out of his cute, pink hole repeatedly. He seemed to like it so far, each gentle movement makes him cling tighter to the pink silk pillow pressed against his chest, hugging it with his eyes blissfully closed, legs spread wide as he lay on your bed.

“Do you think you’re ready, baby?”

He opens his eyes, meeting your gaze with a needy look, and cutely nods, taking a few deep breaths. “Yeah- please.. I want you noww..”

You give him a weary glance. “I don’t want to hurt you though.”

Beomgyu shakes his head softly, still hugging the pink silk pillow tightly, even if he’s a little nervous, he desperately wants to feel you. He swallows, looking directly into your eyes and whines. “I’ll be fine. pleasee”

Sighing, you step into the harness of the strap-on (you’d made sure to order the cutest and prettiest one you saw online), coating the silicone in generous amounts of lube before returning back to beomgyu on the bed.

You gently place his dainty ankles over your shoulders, kissing on his inner thighs and pretty white sock clad legs and ankles as you do so.

You can’t stop staring in awe. Heart swelling up at the sight of beomgyu, fluffy messy hair splayed around his face, long thick eyelashes kissing his rose dusted cheeks, slightly chewing at his plump bottom limp as he braces himself. He’s so precious. How fucking gorgeous this boy is.

You kiss his ankles a few more times, one hand going to his cute tummy that heaved and you slowly push the silicone cock into his now glistening from all the lube, swollen, puffy pink hole, ever so slowly easing in, inch by inch and bottoming out.

Beomgyu cries out, hiding his face instantly in his elbow and he arches his back, and mewls.

“You okay, puppy?”, you coo and gently move his arm out the way so you can look at his pretty face and parted lips, stilling your movements and softly brushing the bangs out his eyes.

Beomgyu shakily nods, trembling. “Mmh. m’ okay. You can keep going.”

Loud high pitched strangled moans escape his lips as you pick up the pace, a slow one. It’s a new feeling and it takes him some time to get used to. Beomgyu was always loud and would make the prettiest moans ever anyway, but there was something so different at how he moaned right now, completely guttural and different to how they usually were. Even he was surprised, clamping a hand over his mouth in embarrassment, attempting to muffle them but he just couldn’t stop the noises at all even if he tried, loud whines and whimpers continuing unabated. You loved them so much.

You watch his poor, neglected cock slap his tummy with every thrust, red and hard and dribbling beads at the head constantly. You take his dick in your hand, stroking it at the same movement and fucking him harder.

He gasps shuddering and writhing, his fingers curling into the sheets. "Oh... that feels...," he manages to say, interrupted by whines and moans, mouth in a cute ‘o’ shaped, completely dumb and fucked out by now he can barely think, and he moans your name over and over. A cascade of mewls spilling from his lips, a sweet symphony that fills the room.

You lean down to press his swollen lips with yours, moving your mouth against him so messily and needy, making out with him so intensely as you carried on fucking his hole. You’re sure you’re hitting his prostate by now.

Beomgyu disconnects from your lips to pant, a string of saliva connecting from his and your mouth and reaches his hand out to yours “Hold…” He whimpers out, eyebrows furrowed and you gladly grab his hand, intertwining your hand with his and holding hands as you peg him, anchoring him. Your other free hand still continuing your ministrations on his cock, kissing him again. It seems you’ve pegged him completely into subspace.

"gonna cum soon... I can'ttt... it's too much!” Beomgyu chokes out, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he completely shakes.

You suddenly heard choked sobs and sniffling coming from beomgyu. Alarmed, you paused for a moment, worried that maybe you had hurt him. His face was buried in the pillow, and his shoulders were trembling with each shaky breath.

“Beomgyu, are you okay?” you asked softly, your voice laced with concern. You gently eased back, not wanting to cause him any discomfort.

He turned his head to look at you, and your heart ached at the sight before you. His glossy, brown doe eyes were filled with tears, eyelashes clumped together and his bottom lip was jutting out in a pout, making him look devastatingly beautiful, tears streaming down his red cheeks and his hair tousled and damp with sweat. He was such a pretty crier.

“I-I’m okay,” voice trembling with the intensity of his feelings. “It’s just... it feels so good. I love you so much.” His tears flowed freely now, each sob wracking his body. You were surprised at how emotional beomgyu had gotten.

You lean down to kiss away his tears, cupping his hot cheeks, “You’re doing so good for me, gyu. I love you too.”

Beomgyu grasps your hand even tighter, his fingers digging into your skin as he clings to you so close. His head falls back with every thrust, and he throws his head back as you continue to hit his prostate repeatedly again and again, making him go cross eyed and his jaw slack.

He spurts a copious amount of cum from his cock, making such a mess on the sheets, your hand, and his tummy, cumming so hard his vision goes blurry, and he feels dizzy, his legs shaking uncontrollably. His eyes flutter open and shut, gasping and panting heavily. You pull out and collapse beside him, both of you utterly exhausted.

Beomgyu can conclude, the guys on reddit were so right.

Beomgyu doesn’t let go of you at all afterwards, burying his face in your chest and wrapping his legs and arms around you, clinging to you like a koala contently, breath warm against your skin as you kissed the top of his head.

“I can’t feel my legs.” Beomgyu whines, “Please never mention the crying ever again okay?” He muffles out. “I have a reputation to uphold, you know. Can’t have everyone thinking I’m a crybaby.”

You chuckle, stroking and playing with his soft hair which he loves so much, humming softly at the feeling of your hands on his scalp. “I thought it was very cute.”

He doesn’t say anything and a moment of silence ensues.

“Thank you, baby.” he says gently and quietly, “I’d be eating you out so good right now if I wasn’t so exhausted.” a tired but cheeky grin spreading across his face.

Within seconds, beomgyu was out like a light, his soft snores filling the quiet room, looking so cute absolutely knocked out in your arms.

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── GAMEBOY, BANGCHAN

♡ ― 󠀬󠀬 fratboy!bangchan x f!reader dirty talk, unprotected sex, smut in general and a little angst.

♡ synopsis ― Bangchan is the campus playboy—charming, cocky, and infuriatingly irresistible. One reckless, drunken night leads to a secret you swore you'd never have. Now, hating him is harder than keeping him your dirty little secret.

[9.1k words ]♡― guys, we're on the penultimate chapter of gameboy, and it's been such an unbelievable experience. thank you so much for sharing your reactions to each chapter with me, it really means a lot. this chapter was so fun to write, maybe it won't be as much fun for those who will read it, but... it's the feeling that counts, right? PLEASE READ THE PREVIOUS CHAPTERS!!!! that said, have a good read.

♡― THE PLAYLIST.

♡ [part one] ♡ [part two] ♡ [part three] ♡ [part four] ♡ [part five] ♡ [part six]

But if I'm all dressed up They might as well be looking at us And if they call me a slut You know it might be worth it for once And if I'm gonna be drunk Might as well be drunk in love

The silence stretched painfully, the weight of everyone's unspoken thoughts pressing down on you. It wasn’t just anyone standing at the door with a suitcase in hand—it was Mingyu. And he was here because Eunji had invited him.

You forced yourself to move, blinking away your initial shock and forcing a polite smile onto your face. “Hey, you’re here!” you said, reaching for his bag.

Mingyu grinned, his usual confidence radiating from him. “Eunji said it was supposed to be a surprise. Thought it’d be fun.”

Fun. Right.

You swallowed the urge to glance back at Bangchan—because you could feel his stare. Even without looking, you knew he was watching, arms crossed, probably chewing on the inside of his cheek the way he did when he was trying not to react.

And then, as if the moment wasn’t already unbearable, Mingyu leaned in and pressed a kiss to your cheek. You stiffened, feeling every single pair of eyes in the room on you. Heat rushed to your face, and this time, you did glance toward Bangchan.

He was still standing near the stairs, but something had changed. His jaw was locked tight, his arms tense, his fingers curling slightly like he was resisting the urge to do something—say something. But he didn’t. He just watched, his expression unreadable.

You huffed out a laugh, forcing a scowl as you lightly shoved Mingyu away. “Okay, okay, chill. Let’s get your stuff inside before Changbin kicks you out.”

You turned on your heel, leading Mingyu upstairs before anything else could happen, before Bangchan’s stare could burn a hole through your back.

Inside the bedroom, you dropped Mingyu’s suitcase near the bed, letting out a slow, measured breath. When you turned around, you found him watching you, arms folded.

“You okay?” he asked, tilting his head slightly. “You don’t seem… I don’t know. Did you not like the surprise?”

You hesitated. “It’s not that.” You rubbed the back of your neck, suddenly feeling exhausted. “It’s just… this is Changbin’s house, and I didn’t know if this was the right time, you know?”

Mingyu studied you for a beat before nodding. “Yeah, I get it.”

You weren’t sure if he actually got it, but at least he wasn’t pushing.

Later, when you finally got a moment alone with Eunji, you wasted no time.

“What the hell were you thinking, Eunji?” you hissed, arms crossed as you cornered her in the hallway.

Eunji blinked at you like you’d lost your mind. “Excuse me?”

“You invited Mingyu on a trip with all of our friends? To Changbin’s house? You know they don’t get along!”

Eunji’s frown deepened. “I was trying to help,” she said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I know things have been weird between you two, and I thought maybe if you spent more time together, you’d figure things out.”

You scoffed, shaking your head. “You thought?”

She crossed her arms, mirroring your stance. “Look, you are seeing him, aren’t you?”

Your stomach twisted. The words caught in your throat, tangled in something unspoken, something messy.

Eunji’s expression hardened. “Right. That’s what I thought.” She let out a short, bitter laugh, shaking her head. “I don’t get you. I was trying to do something nice for my best friend, but apparently, that’s a crime.”

You exhaled slowly, forcing yourself to rein in your emotions. “Eunji, I just… I wish you had talked to me first.”

She shrugged, clearly still annoyed, but at least the conversation was over. For now.

A while later, when everyone headed to the beach, you had just stepped onto the warm sand when you felt a hand wrap around yours.

Mingyu.

You turned your head slightly, just enough to see the easy smile on his face as he pulled you along, guiding you toward the others.

And then, instinctively, you glanced back.

Bangchan stood a few steps behind, watching. The sun cast long shadows across his face, his expression carefully neutral—but you knew him too well. The tightness in his shoulders, the stillness of his stance—it wasn’t neutrality. It was restraint.

For a brief second, you wanted to stop, wanted to go back. But then Mingyu’s grip tightened slightly, his warmth grounding you in place.

And so, with no real choice, you let yourself be led forward, even as Bangchan’s stare burned into your back.

The afternoon at the beach was nothing short of perfect—or at least, it should have been. The sun was warm but not unbearable, a light breeze carried the scent of salt through the air, and laughter echoed from all sides. Everyone was either sprawled on the sand or engaged in whatever activity caught their interest.

At some point, you and the girls had set up a makeshift picnic, putting together sandwiches and slicing up fresh fruit. It was simple but refreshing, and for a little while, you let yourself enjoy it—until he caught your eye.

Bangchan.

Wearing his cap backward, his hair slightly damp with sweat, and a fitted t-shirt that clung to his torso like it had been sewn onto his skin. It was criminal. Your imagination was already running wild, and the last thing you needed was a reminder of just how good he looked.

But, of course, he wasn’t just going to exist in your peripheral vision. He was right there, playing soccer with the guys, muscles flexing with every movement. Every now and then, his gaze would flicker toward you, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips whenever he caught you looking. And God, you hated how much you liked it.

So, in an effort to not combust on the spot, you focused on volleyball instead. You, Mingyu, and the girls played a few rounds, the game getting more competitive as time passed. The moment your team scored, a triumphant laugh left your lips—only to be cut off when Mingyu grabbed you and spun you around in celebration.

Your heart jumped. “Mingyu, put me down!” you laughed, holding onto his shoulders, afraid he’d actually drop you.

He only grinned. “Not a chance. Gotta celebrate properly!”

You could feel eyes on you—his eyes. A quick glance told you everything. Bangchan was not entertained. His expression was impassive, but you knew better. His jaw was tight, his grip on his water bottle firm. He was seething, and that realization sent a strange mix of emotions through you.

After eating, the group made their way to the water. The cold waves were a sharp contrast to the heat of the day, but the shock quickly turned into fun. You and Felix splashed each other relentlessly, your laughter filling the air. Minho had Sohee on his shoulders while Bangchan had Eunji on his, the two girls playing an intense round of chicken fight, their screams and giggles echoing across the shore.

Jisung eventually joined you and Felix, challenging you both to see who could dive under the waves the longest. It was the perfect distraction—until you drifted just a little too far from the others.

For a moment, you simply stood there, water up to your waist, watching your friends. They were all having fun, caught up in the easy joy of the moment. And yet, all you could think about was the growing weight in your chest.

What was this mess you’d gotten yourself into?

A soft voice pulled you from your thoughts. “You okay?”

You turned your head to find Hyunjin beside you, his expression calm but observant. He always had a way of reading you too well.

You opened your mouth to answer, but no words came. Because, truthfully? You didn’t know if you were okay.

This trip was supposed to be fun, carefree. Instead, it felt suffocating. The tension between you and Bangchan, Mingyu’s presence, Eunji’s meddling—it was all too much.

“I don’t know,” you admitted, your voice barely above the waves crashing around you.

Hyunjin nodded, his gaze thoughtful. “Yeah… I figured.”

He didn’t push for more. He just stood there, his presence a quiet comfort as the waves rolled in and out.

You sighed, rubbing your arms against the chill of the water. “This was supposed to be a fun trip,” you muttered, watching the others laughing and playing without a care in the world.

“It can still be fun.” Hyunjin tilted his head, studying you. “Unless you’re planning on spending the rest of the weekend overthinking yourself into an early grave.”

You shot him a look. “You’re so wise. Really, I don’t know what I’d do without your groundbreaking advice.”

He grinned. “I am a genius. But seriously,” his voice dropped a little, more sincere, “if it’s about Mingyu… or Bangchan…”

Your breath hitched. You didn’t want to hear his name out loud. Not when you could still feel the weight of his stare from earlier, burning through your skin as Mingyu spun you around like some rom-com lead.

Hyunjin saw the flicker of hesitation on your face. “Ah.” He dragged out the syllable knowingly. “It is about Bangchan.”

“Shut up,” you groaned, splashing water at him.

He laughed, dodging it easily. “No, but seriously. You’ve been sneaking glances at each other all day like you’re in some k-drama, and I—”

“Hyunjin,” you warned.

“I’m just saying—”

Before he could finish, a wave crashed against you, nearly knocking you forward. You reached for something—anything—to steady yourself, but all you grabbed was air.

A firm hand caught your wrist before you could stumble further. But it wasn’t Hyunjin’s.

It was Bangchan’s.

You blinked, water dripping down your face as you looked up at him. His expression was unreadable, but his grip was steady, firm. His touch sent a rush of warmth through your arm despite the cold water.

“You okay?” His voice was low, like it wasn’t meant for anyone else to hear.

You swallowed. Nodded. “Yeah. Just lost my balance.”

His gaze flickered over you, like he wasn’t convinced. Like he knew it wasn’t just the wave that had thrown you off.

But before either of you could say another word, another hand wrapped around your other wrist.

Mingyu.

“Hey, you alright?” He pulled you toward him, the contrast between his casual concern and Bangchan’s quiet intensity almost jarring.

You felt Bangchan’s grip tighten for just a second before he let go, his fingers lingering just long enough for you to notice before he turned and waded back into the water without another word.

You exhaled slowly, turning to Mingyu, who was watching you expectantly. You forced a small smile. “Yeah. Just clumsy, as always.”

He chuckled, brushing a wet strand of hair out of your face. “Come on, let’s head back before you get actually swallowed by the ocean.”

You followed him, but not before glancing over your shoulder.

Bangchan was further out in the water now, the setting sun casting an orange glow over his back. He wasn’t looking at you anymore. But something in his posture, in the way his shoulders were tense and his fists curled at his sides, told you everything you needed to know.

This weekend was only going to get more complicated.

The sun had started its slow descent, dipping into the horizon and setting the sky on fire with shades of orange, pink, and gold. Most of the group had already started heading back to the house, tired from the hours spent in the water and under the sun. Laughter and chatter faded as they disappeared over the dunes, leaving behind only the sound of the waves and the distant calls of seagulls.

Changbin, still lingering on the sand, stretched his arms over his head with a lazy grin before nudging Bangchan with his shoulder. “You know, everyone's going back inside. Everyone.” He emphasized, giving a not-so-subtle glance in your direction.

Bangchan shot him a dry look. “And?”

“And,” Changbin clapped him on the back, voice dropping to a low murmur, “I’m giving you an opening. Don’t be dumb about it.”

Bangchan hesitated, but before he could reply, Changbin was already walking away, throwing a careless, “Take your time,” over his shoulder.

You were still standing near the water, toes buried in the damp sand, watching the sun slip lower. You knew Bangchan was behind you, and could feel his presence even before he stepped closer.

“You’re not going inside?” His voice was softer now, almost cautious.

You turned your head slightly, offering him a small, teasing smirk. “Didn’t know I needed permission.”

He huffed a quiet laugh and shook his head before stepping beside you. For a moment, you both just stood there, side by side, watching the waves roll in and out.

Then he shifted. “Walk with me?”

You glanced at him, eyebrows slightly raised, but nodded. “Yeah. Okay.”

The sand was cool under your feet as you walked along the shore. The silence between you wasn’t awkward—if anything, it felt charged, full of words that hadn’t yet been spoken. The sky darkened little by little, the air cooling, but Bangchan’s presence beside you was warm, grounding.

Eventually, he spoke. “I didn’t like it.”

You blinked, looking at him. “Didn’t like what?”

His jaw tensed, and he kept his gaze ahead. “Watching you with him today.”

Your stomach flipped. You knew exactly who he meant.

“You’re not watching me with anyone,” you murmured, stopping. The waves curled around your ankles before retreating again.

The night air was warm, the kind that clung to your skin, mixing with the salty breeze from the ocean. You and Bangchan walked along the shore, side by side, feet sinking into the cool sand with each step. The only sounds were the waves rolling in and the distant laughter of your friends back at the house.

For once, it was peaceful. No stolen glances, no tension hanging between you like a thread about to snap. Just the two of you, alone in the dark, under a sky scattered with stars.

You took a breath, the weight of something unspoken pressing against your ribs. "I’m sorry about the whole Eunji thing," you admitted, breaking the quiet. "I didn’t know she was gonna invite Mingyu. I swear, I would’ve stopped it if I did.”

Bangchan glanced at you, his expression unreadable. You didn’t know what you expected—maybe a sarcastic remark, maybe nothing at all. Instead, he just kept looking at you, his steps slowing slightly.

“I didn’t want to ruin things,” you added, kicking at a loose shell in the sand. “I mean, this trip was supposed to be fun. And now it’s just... complicated.”

Bangchan huffed out a laugh, shaking his head. “Complicated’s an understatement.”

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. “Yeah. But I didn’t mean for it to be like this.”

That’s when it hit him.

It wasn’t just about the secrecy, or the tension, or the mess they’d both gotten into. You cared. About what he felt, about how this whole situation affected him. You weren’t just thinking about yourself—you were thinking about him.

And that was dangerous. Because if he hadn’t already known he was in deep, he did now.

His lips parted like he wanted to say something, but no words came out. Instead, he just stared at you—at the way your brows pulled together, the way your arms crossed like you were trying to shield yourself from something bigger than just this conversation.

It was stupid, really. He wasn’t supposed to fall for you.

But looking at you now, Bangchan realized he already had.

And then, as if something in him snapped, he reached for you.

His hands found your waist, fingers pressing into your skin as he pulled you against him in one fluid motion. His lips crashed against yours—urgent, desperate, real. You gasped against his mouth, your hands flying to his shoulders, his neck, needing something to hold onto as heat rushed through your body.

It was all-consuming—the way he kissed you, like he was trying to pour everything he couldn’t say into it. His fingers trailed down your spine, igniting every nerve, pulling you in closer, deeper. The cool air, the sound of the ocean, the distant voices from the house—it all melted away until there was only him.

Bangchan exhaled deeply, shifting slightly so he could look at you. His fingers brushed against your cheek, trailing down your jaw, his touch soft, reverent.

Then he let out a low, frustrated sigh and ran a hand through his messy hair.

“Oh, fuck it,” he muttered, almost to himself. “I’m screwed anyway.”

You blinked, tilting your head to look at him. “What?”

He turned to you then, eyes dark, serious, and maybe just a little resigned—like a man walking straight into a wildfire with no intention of turning back.

“I like you,” he admitted, voice rough, like the words were dragged straight from his chest. “Like, really like you. And I know it’s a bad idea, I know this is gonna be a mess, but I don’t give a fuck anymore.”

Your breath caught, fingers stilling against his skin.

Bangchan scoffed lightly, shaking his head as if at himself. “You’re probably gonna wreck me.”

Something warm bloomed in your chest, something terrifying and thrilling all at once. You swallowed, your own voice quieter when you spoke.

“Maybe,” you murmured, a teasing lilt in your tone despite the way your heart pounded. “But you’re saying you’re okay with that?”

He exhaled, slow and deep, like he was making peace with it right in front of you. Then, finally, he looked at you again—really looked at you.

“Yeah,” he said, and this time, he didn’t hesitate. “I think I am.”

And just like that, his lips found yours again—slow and deep, like he’d already made his choice.

A loud noise from the house made you both jolt apart. You turned, frowning.

“What the hell was that?”

Bangchan barely spared a glance. “Dunno. Sounds like they’re having fun.” Then, with that infuriating smirk, he added, “We could do the same.”

Before you could roll your eyes, he grabbed your hand and led you toward a more secluded part of the beach, where the rocks and thick vegetation made sure no one could see. Oh, you knew that smile—knew exactly what was running through his head.

“Hate to break it to you, but hooking up on a beach isn’t exactly on my bucket list.” You shot him a look as he peeled off his shirt and tossed it onto the dry sand like he was making himself at home.

“It’s on mine.” His voice was all gravel and heat. “And I need you. So much.”

Your breath hitched as he pressed close, caging you between his body and the rough stone. The cool touch of it sent shivers up your spine, but the heat radiating off him? That was an entirely different kind of problem.

“Chan, I don’t know if we should—” The words barely left your lips before he dipped down, mouth hovering just over yours, teasing, tasting the space between you. His lips ghosted along your jaw, slow and deliberate.

“Bangchan…” It came out softer than you intended, almost like a prayer.

He groaned, his hands tightening on your waist, the frustration evident in the way his fingers flexed against your skin. You could feel the tension coiling between you, thick and electric, like a live wire about to snap.

“Fuck, you drive me insane.” His voice was ragged, half a confession, half a plea.

You swallowed hard, trying to steady yourself against his shoulder because—let’s be real—your legs had officially decided they were useless. It was ridiculous how he could reduce you to this—how his touch alone could make you feel weightless and wired all at once.

Two nocturnal creatures, drawn together by something dark and undeniable.

And neither of you seemed willing to stop.

Bangchan let out a low, frustrated grunt, his hands gripping your waist like he was barely holding himself back. The tension between you was thick, electric, making it impossible to think about anything other than how good he felt pressed against you.

“No one will hear,” he murmured, lips brushing yours, voice dark with promise. “I’ll make you feel so fucking good. Then we’ll go back, and everyone will look at you, clueless—having no idea I just ruined you.”

A shiver ran down your spine as his teeth grazed your earlobe, each word sinking deep into your skin, into your bloodstream, until you felt drunk off of him.

Jesus Christ. The things this man said.

You barely managed to roll your eyes before his mouth was on your neck, finding that one spot that made you weak—hot and deliberate, his tongue tracing your pulse like he had every intention of ruining you.

And you were already halfway there.

Bangchan’s hips rolled into yours, slowly, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure straight to your core. He grunted at the contact, his grip on your waist tightening. “You like that?” His voice was thick, heavy with need. Another grind, deeper this time. “You like knowing I’m fucking you where no one can see?”

You bit down on your lip, barely holding back a whimper. He was barely touching you, yet the heat in your stomach was already unbearable, like standing too close to an open flame. He always did this—knew exactly how to pull you apart with nothing but his voice, his hands, the way he looked at you like you were something he was starving for.

“I want you,” you breathed, fingers threading into his dark hair, tugging just enough to make him groan.

His head dipped, lips grazing your jaw before trailing down your neck, hot and teasing. “Yeah?” His fingers traced the curve of your mouth, his thumb pressing lightly against your bottom lip. “Want me?”

You nodded quickly, too caught up in the sensation to find your voice.

But that wasn’t enough for him. “Say it, baby” he murmured, his lips brushing against yours, not quite kissing you yet.

“I want you so much,” you whispered, and it came out so desperate, so wrecked, you almost hated yourself for it.

Almost. Because Bangchan cursed under his breath, and then—he snapped.

His hands skimmed up your thighs, pushing the fabric of your skirt higher, fingers deft as he tugged at the edge of your bikini. The flimsy material barely resisted before giving way, and the cool night air sent a shiver down your spine. He worked fast, precise, stealing the breath from your lungs with the sheer confidence in his movements.

Before you could process it, you were against him, legs wrapped around his waist, hands gripping his shoulders as he thrust inside you.

The world dimmed. The rhythmic crash of waves, the distant hum of cicadas, even the muffled sounds of your friends back at the house—all of it faded into nothing. There was only him.

Forehead pressed against yours, Bangchan exhaled, a slow, uneven breath, his fingers tracing your cheek with an almost painful gentleness. His eyes locked onto yours, dark and unreadable, as if committing every detail of this moment to memory.

“Look at me,” he murmured, his voice rough at the edges. His hand cupped your face, thumb brushing over your parted lips, and you felt the weight of his gaze like an anchor, grounding you.

The heat between you built, an unspoken urgency crackling in the space you barely left between your bodies. You clung to him, every inhale shaky, every exhale stolen by the way he moved—calculated, controlled, like he wanted to untwist you piece by piece.

Your fingers curled into his hair, a desperate attempt to tether yourself, but it was useless. You were already lost in him.

“Hold on tight, love,” he whispered, his lips grazing yours in a kiss that swallowed the sound of your own gasps.

And when he kissed you again—deep, consuming, like he was learning the taste of your name—you knew there was no coming back from this.

You were completely lost in the rhythm—offbeat, breathless, but it didn’t matter. The chaos of it was intoxicating, each movement sending fire through your veins, a spark that ignited from the tips of your toes to the roots of your hair. Heat clung to your skin, beads of sweat tracing paths down your temples, mingling with the dampness on Bangchan’s back. You tightened your arms around his neck, pulling him impossibly close, giving him access to that one spot that broke you completely.

A sound—half moan, half plea—slipped from your lips, and Bangchan groaned in response, the sound of it sinking into your bones. Your body tensed, gripping him like he was the only thing keeping you grounded, and then—release. It crashed over you in waves, pulling him under with you, his body shuddering against yours as he buried himself in the moment.

His breath was ragged, chest rising and falling in time with yours as he leaned back against the rocks, keeping you wrapped in his arms like he had no plans of letting go.

You felt it before you saw it—the slow, satisfied smile against your shoulder, followed by the softest press of his lips against your skin.

“You good?” Bangchan murmured, his hands cradling your face, pushing damp strands of hair out of your eyes.

You nodded, still breathless, brain short-circuiting.

He huffed a soft laugh, thumb brushing over your cheek. “Guess this could’ve been a little more romantic, huh? Not exactly candlelight and rose petals.”

You smirked, fingers trailing along his jaw. “Shut up. It was perfect.” Then, pressing up on your toes, you kissed him—slow, sweet, like you had all the time in the world.

But just as he started to pull you in again, fat raindrops splattered against your skin.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” you groaned, looking up just as the sky fully opened up.

Bangchan just grinned. “Well, that’s our cue.” He grabbed your hand, tugging you along as you both bolted across the beach.

The rain hit fast and hard, soaking through your clothes in seconds. You shrieked at the icy water, laughing as you tried to keep up with him. But he never let go, his grip steady and warm, like he had no intention of ever letting go. And somehow, that made your chest ache more than anything else.

The second you stepped inside, you realized everyone was off in their own worlds—doors shut, showers running, no one paying attention. Bangchan’s palm brushed over yours in a fleeting touch before letting you go, his warmth lingering even as you climbed the stairs.

Meanwhile, Changbin strolled out from the living room, a shit-eating grin already plastered on his face.

“Well, well, my favorite lovebirds—everything good?”

Bangchan barely contained a laugh, shaking his head. Changbin was impossible. And way too observant for his own good.

All he got in response was a shrug and half a smile, but it was enough. Changbin read between the lines like it was his second language.

You climbed the stairs, desperate to wash the salt off your skin. And Bangchan too.

He was still on you—his touch, his scent, the way his breath had felt against your lips. If you closed your eyes for too long, you could feel him, relive every second of it.

And damn, the thought alone sent a rush of heat up your neck. Your stomach did that stupid, embarrassing flip like you were some high school girl with a crush.

Crush.

No. Worse. In love.

The realization should’ve knocked the air out of you, but instead, your lips curled into a smile.

As you reached for the bathroom, Eunji appeared in the doorway, arms crossed, smirking like she knew everything.

“Why are you smiling at yourself like a lovesick idiot?” she teased.

You rolled your eyes, snatching your towel. “I’m just happy to be here.”

Her grin widened, eyes narrowing in suspicion, but before she could dig deeper, you ducked into the bathroom and shut the door behind you.

You needed that shower. Badly.

Fresh out of the shower, you walked into the living room, towel still wrapped around your damp hair. Everyone was already sprawled out, drinks in hand, half-empty snack bags littering the floor. Sohee caught your eye and patted the empty spot next to her.

“Right on time. We’re playing.”

You slid in beside her, already skeptical. “Playing what?”

“Truth or dare.” Eunji grinned, way too pleased with herself.

Hyunjin groaned dramatically. “Ugh, I hate this game.”

Minho, without even looking up, muttered, “Actual nightmare.”

Eunji rolled her eyes. “Come on, it’s raining, there’s literally nothing else to do. Live a little.” She grabbed an empty soju bottle and placed it in the middle of the circle.

You barely paid attention to the setup because the moment you looked up, Bangchan was staring right at you, smirking like he had the upper hand in some game you weren’t even playing. Then he had the nerve to wink. And bite his lip. Like a menace.

You shot him a look, but your body betrayed you, warmth creeping up your neck.

Damn him.

The game started off harmless. Jisung dared Changbin to drink hot sauce straight from the bottle—his immediate regret was everyone’s entertainment. A couple of awkward first kiss stories got dragged into the light. Jisung lost a round and had to wear only a towel for the rest of the game. Sohee took a dare way too seriously and chugged half a bottle of soju in under five seconds. Felix stuffed so many sour candies in his mouth that his eyes practically teared up on impact.

And then, of course, Eunji.

She leaned back like she was thinking really hard about her next move, even though you could see the wheels turning in her head before she even opened her mouth.

Her gaze flicked between you and Mingyu before she dropped it like a bomb.

“I dare you to sit on Mingyu’s lap… and kiss him. Like, really kiss him.”

The second Eunji spoke, your stomach bottomed out.

The room crackled with excitement, laughter bubbling up as everyone turned to you, waiting. Anticipating. You felt their eyes, the weight of their expectation pressing down like a challenge you didn’t sign up for.

Mingyu, completely at ease, leaned back, legs spread, hands resting casually on his thighs. He wasn’t smirking, wasn’t pushing—just waiting, that soft, patient smile on his face like he already knew you’d come to him. But you? Your whole body locked up, your pulse pounding in your ears.

A dare’s a dare.

The words echoed in your head, sealing your fate. You chanced a glance at Bangchan, heart thudding. He wasn’t watching the way the others were, eyes bright with amusement or curiosity. No, his expression was unreadable, his mouth pressed into a firm line, his fingers drumming lazily against his knee like he couldn’t care less.

Liar.

You swallowed hard. If he had looked at you, if he had said something, anything—maybe you wouldn’t have done it. But he didn’t. So you took a breath and slid onto Mingyu’s lap, feeling his arm come around your waist, solid and warm, grounding you when you felt like floating right out of your own body.

His hands were gentle, his touch careful, like he didn’t want to spook you. One hand came up, threading into your hair as he pulled you in, slow and deliberate. His lips met yours, soft, unhurried. Mingyu kissed like someone who knew what he was doing—confident, assured, but not pushy.

But it wasn’t Bangchan.

The cheers, the clapping, the wolf whistles—they all sounded far away, muffled under the rush of your own thoughts. You were hyper-aware of the way Mingyu held you, how he didn’t let go even after pulling back, his arm still locked around your waist like a silent claim.

You tried to find Bangchan in the crowd, but he wasn’t looking at you. He wasn’t looking at anything. He just sat there, unreadable, his posture relaxed, his jaw tight.

Then the bottle spun. And landed on him.

Mingyu wasted no time. “I dare you to kiss one of the girls.”

Your stomach twisted.

The room fell quiet, the energy shifting. All eyes turned to Bangchan, waiting for his move. He exhaled slowly through his nose, his fingers tapping against the side of his thigh before he stood, stretching out his shoulders like this was nothing.

For one wild second, you thought he would walk straight to you. That he would pull you out of Mingyu’s lap, tilt your chin up, and kiss you in front of everyone. That the whole secret would unwind in the span of a heartbeat.

But he didn’t even glance your way.

Instead, he turned— And kissed Eunji.

You didn’t move, didn’t breathe, didn’t blink as she tilted her head up to meet him halfway, a little smirk playing on her lips. His hand cupped her face, fingers pressing into her skin just enough to make it look effortless, like he’d done it before.

The room erupted again, cheers and laughter filling the space, but all you could hear was the roaring in your ears.

It wasn’t supposed to sting like this. But it did.

You swallowed hard, pressing your tongue to the roof of your mouth to keep from saying something reckless. Hyunjin muttered something about being exhausted, and you could’ve kissed him for it—because if this stupid game lasted another second, you were going to snap.

Before anyone could stop you, you slipped away, heading straight to your room. You needed to move, to find something, anything, to keep your hands and mind busy before you started spiraling. You sat on your bed, rifling through your bag for the damn book you bought, but before you could even process a single word on the page, the door creaked open.

"Hey."

You didn’t even have to look up. You already knew. Eunji.

She stepped inside, closing the door behind her like she had every right to be there. “You okay? You look a little…” She trailed off, tilting her head.

You inhaled sharply, forcing yourself to stay calm. "Just tired."

"Yeah, I bet you are."

Something about her tone made your spine go rigid.

You lifted your gaze, brows knitting together. "What’s that supposed to mean?"

Eunji let out a slow, exaggerated sigh, like she was pitying you. "I just think keeping up this little game must be exhausting. You know, acting like a whore."

The words hit you like a slap. Your whole body went still. "What did you just say?"

She smirked. "Please. I saw you and Bangchan all over each other on the beach. You looked pretty into it, too. Meanwhile, Mingyu was here, clueless, waiting for you like an idiot. So yeah, that’s why I dared you. I wanted to see just how deep this little act of yours went."

Your pulse roared in your ears.

"You…" You stood up so fast your vision blurred. "Are you serious right now? That’s why you did it? Just to humiliate me?"

Eunji’s expression didn’t change. "No, I did it because you can’t have everything, sweetie. You can’t keep stringing them both along like some selfish little—"

"Say it." Your voice was sharp, your fists clenched at your sides. "Go ahead, say it."

She took a step closer, her smile widening like she wanted you to break. "You’re playing with them. And it’s disgusting."

Your breath hitched.

Eunji’s words slammed into you, cold and cutting, laced with something so cruel it made your stomach turn. You couldn’t move, couldn’t think—just stood there, locked in place as the weight of it all crashed down on you.

She smiled, tilting her head like she was amused. "They'll figure you out eventually. Guys don’t like girls like you."

Like you.

Your throat burned, but before you could even find a way to respond, she turned, opening the door with a careless flick of her wrist. "See you downstairs." And then she was gone.

The room felt too small, too suffocating, like the walls were closing in. Your hands shook at your sides, useless, helpless, and your chest ached with something deep and ugly.

You wanted to scream.

You wanted to rip open the door and demand to know why she had done this—why she had looked at you like you were filth beneath her shoe, why she had taken something messy and complicated and turned it into something cruel.

Instead, you stood there, your pulse hammering in your ears, your vision blurring at the edges.

Because some small, broken part of you believed her.

As if your heart and mind had a life of their own, you reached for your phone, fingers trembling as they curled around the device.

you: are you available to be my very beautiful and talented, all-knowing voice of reason? hyunjin: i’m always available for flattery. where are you? you: roof porch. bring snacks. i’m emotionally distressed.

A few minutes later, the wooden planks creaked as Hyunjin climbed up, a bag of chips in one hand and a half-empty bottle of soda in the other. “You’re lucky I’m a good friend,” he said, plopping down beside you. “Otherwise, I would’ve charged for this therapy session.”

You let out a weak laugh, knees pulled to your chest as you stared at the now-silent sky. The rain had stopped, but the air still smelled like it—fresh, damp, a little too heavy.

“So,” he prompted, nudging your shoulder. “What’s up?”

You sighed. “Eunji.”

Hyunjin opened the chips. “What happened?”

You hesitated, running a hand through your hair. Saying it out loud made it feel even worse, but if there was one person you could be honest with, it was Hyunjin.

“She saw me and Bangchan at the beach earlier,” you admitted. “And that’s why she dared me to kiss Mingyu.”

His chewing slowed. “Wait. What?”

“She said she did it because I was messing with both of them. And then—” Your voice caught for a second. “She said that this kind of behavior makes me look like a whore.”

The bag crinkled sharply as Hyunjin’s grip tightened. He turned his head so fast you thought he might get whiplash. “She said what?”

You swallowed, forcing out a laugh that sounded nothing like you. “Yeah. Fun, right?”

Hyunjin was quiet for a second, which was almost worse. Because Hyunjin wasn’t quiet unless he was really pissed.

Then he exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “What the fuck is wrong with her?”

You bit the inside of your cheek, staring at the distant glow of the house. “I don’t know.”

“No, seriously.” His voice was sharper now, edged with something protective. “That’s not just a shitty thing to say. She was trying to humiliate you. And for what?”

You shrugged, but it felt heavy. “She said neither of them deserved to be played. And she’s right, Hyun.”

Hyunjin let out a humorless laugh. “Okay, but she just forced you to kiss one of them in front of the other. That’s not playing them?”

You didn’t answer, just tugged at the sleeve of your hoodie.

Hyunjin sighed, running a hand through his hair before tossing an arm around your shoulder. “You know you don’t deserve that, right?”

You leaned into him slightly, your head against his shoulder. “Yeah. I don’t know.” But it came out too soft.

He squeezed your arm. “No, really. Whatever’s happening with Bangchan or Mingyu—that’s your business. Not hers. She just wanted to make you feel small.”

You exhaled slowly, your chest a little less tight. “Thanks, Dr. Hwang.”

He grinned softly. “Anytime. That’ll be five hundred bucks.”

You rolled your eyes, but for the first time that night, the weight in your chest didn’t feel unbearable.

The kitchen was quiet, the only sound was the faint clink of a spoon against ceramic as Bangchan poured himself a bowl of cereal. The morning light cast soft shadows across the counter, making everything feel strangely delicate—except for the tension sitting thick in the air between you.

You took a breath and stepped closer. “Hey.”

Nothing.

You swallowed. “Can we talk?”

Still nothing. He reached for the milk, pouring it over his cereal like you weren’t even standing there.

“Bangchan.” Your voice was softer now, almost pleading.

He picked up his bowl, turned, and walked right past you, settling on the couch without so much as a glance in your direction. The TV clicked on. Your stomach twisted.

You stood there for a second, waiting, hoping, begging for him to look up, to roll his eyes, to say something. But he didn’t. It was like you didn’t exist.

You bit the inside of your cheek, forcing down whatever was threatening to rise in your throat, then turned and walked away. By mid-morning, the house was awake. Someone had music playing low, there was laughter in the distance, but you still felt stuck in that moment—frozen in that awful, deafening silence.

You needed to get out. You slipped on your shoes and grabbed a jacket, making your way to the door when a voice stopped you.

“Going somewhere?”

You turned to see Mingyu, leaning against the doorway, hair still messy from sleep, looking at you like he already knew the answer.

“Just for a walk,” you said, pulling your sleeves over your hands.

He studied you for a beat before tilting his head. “Mind if I come?”

For a second, you hesitated. But then your mind flickered back to Bangchan—the way he didn’t even look at you, the way he shut you out completely.

You forced a small smile. “Yeah, sure.”

And just like that, you left. Not once bothering to glance back. You already knew—Bangchan hated you right now.

The two of you walked along the damp trail, the scent of rain still clinging to the air. Mingyu shoved his hands into his pockets, glancing at you every now and then like he was waiting for you to say something. But you didn’t.

“So,” he finally said, breaking the silence, “you’ve been acting weird.”

You let out a breathy laugh, kicking at a loose pebble. “That’s just my personality.”

Mingyu huffed. “I mean it. You’re… somewhere else.”

You didn’t answer right away. It wasn’t like you could just spill everything. Instead, you shrugged. “Just tired, I guess.”

He didn’t look convinced. “You know, for someone who loves running their mouth, you go real quiet when it actually matters.”

You shot him a look. “Are you psychoanalyzing me now?”

“I’m just saying,” he mused, “we were good. But now it feels like you’re—” He paused, searching for the right word. “—drifting.”

That stung a little. Because he wasn’t wrong.

“I’m not drifting,” you muttered. “I’m just… thinking.”

Mingyu tilted his head, studying you. “Thinking about what?”

Your throat tightened. If you started talking, you weren’t sure what would come spilling out. About Bangchan. About Eunji. About the fact that maybe you were the problem.

Instead, you forced a smirk. “Whether or not I should push you into that puddle.”

Mingyu scoffed, shaking his head. “Yeah, okay. Keep avoiding.” He kicked at the dirt. “I just… don’t want things to get weird with us.”

Something in your chest twisted. Because the truth was, things already were weird. And it wasn’t fair to Mingyu—he didn’t even know why.

You nudged his arm with your elbow, keeping your voice light. “Things aren’t weird.”

Mingyu arched his brow. “You won’t even look at me.”

You blinked. He caught that? Finally, you sighed. “Mingyu…”

Mingyu stopped walking. Just like that.

You felt it before you even turned to face him—that shift in the air, the tension settling between you like an invisible wall.

“Okay,” he said, voice calmer than it should’ve been. “Then what is it?”

You swallowed. “What?”

“You’re pulling away. I wanna know why.” He held your gaze, steady and unwavering. “Because I thought things were going great.”

Your stomach twisted. They were going great. And maybe in another universe—one where things were simpler, where your heart didn’t trip over itself every time Bangchan so much as looked at you—things would’ve kept going great.

Mingyu exhaled through his nose. “Is it him?”

Your mouth went dry.

“Bangchan,” he clarified.

You rushed to shake your head, but he only let out a short laugh—humorless, bitter.

“Yeah,” he muttered. “That’s what I thought.”

“Mingyu—”

He ran a hand through his hair, jaw tight. “You know, I liked where this was going. I liked you. I still like you. And then he got in the middle of it.”

Your heart squeezed painfully. “It’s not like that. Just let me explain…”

“Isn’t it?” He let out another laugh, sharper this time. “Come on. You can’t even look at me properly. Every time I touch you, it’s like you flinch. And I was dumb enough to think it was just nerves, or maybe I was moving too fast, but no.” He shook his head, gaze piercing. “It’s because you’re thinking about him.”

You opened your mouth, desperate to fix this, but what could you even say?

“I should’ve known,” he muttered. “Should’ve figured it out the second he started acting like a territorial asshole.”

“Mingyu, stop.” You stepped forward, reaching for his wrist. “Bangchan didn’t do anything.”

He pulled away. “Maybe not. But you did.”

Your breath hitched. What? He let out a slow breath, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m not playing games with you, alright?”

Before Mingyu could take another step, a voice sliced through the humid air.

"What the hell is going on?"

Bangchan’s voice cut through the tension like a blade. He was standing there, hoodie up, hands buried in his pockets, chest rising and falling like he’d sprinted here. His nose was red from the cold, but his eyes—his eyes were locked on you.

Mingyu let out a low, humorless chuckle, stepping back like he’d been expecting this. “Of course…” He dragged a hand through his hair, shaking his head.

And just like that, the three of you were stuck in some ridiculous, messy standoff. You, standing awkwardly in the middle, Mingyu looking like he was ready to break something, and Bangchan… Well, he wasn’t even acknowledging Mingyu. His focus was entirely on you.

You cleared your throat, tugging your sweatshirt down like it could somehow shield you from the weight of their stares. “We were just talking…” you mumbled, trying—and failing—not to sound like you’d just been caught doing something you shouldn’t.

Bangchan scoffed, arms crossing over his chest. “Didn’t sound like just talking.”

Mingyu stepped forward, half in front of you, half blocking Bangchan’s view. “And that’s none of your business, man. Now back off.”

You sighed, stepping beside Mingyu instead of behind him. “Seriously, guys—”

But they weren’t listening. Of course they weren’t. They were too busy puffing up their chests like two overgrown peacocks, shoulders squared, eyes locked, practically vibrating with testosterone and bad decisions.

“I’m not talking to you.” Bangchan tilted his head, eyes darkening.

“You’re pathetic. Always trying to play the hero, the good guy, stepping in where no one asked you to.” Mingyu’s smirk dropped. “Thought you would’ve learned your lesson the first time.”

Your stomach twisted. “Mingyu.” Your voice was a warning, sharp and edged with something close to panic.

Because you knew exactly what he was talking about.

And so did Bangchan.

"Nah, let him talk." Bangchan tilted his head, a slow, mocking nod as his lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile. "How long have you been choking on that, huh? Must be rough, always coming in second. You should get used to it."

Mingyu stepped in without hesitation, their chests brushing for half a second before he shoved Bangchan back, hard enough to make your breath catch.

"You’re a fucking traitor." His voice was low, shaking with rage. "And you deserved every bit of shit you got."

Before you could process what was happening, his fist connected with Bangchan’s jaw. The crack of impact sent a jolt of shock through your spine, and you stumbled back.

"Guys!" you gasped, panic lacing your voice, but it was too late.

They were already on the ground, rolling through the damp grass like rabid animals, fists flying, grunts and sharp exhales cutting through the night air.

"Are you fucking serious?!" you shouted, your frustration mounting as they kept going, oblivious to anything but their own anger. You searched for something—anything—to break them up, but your hands were empty, and your patience was gone.

"Enough!" Your voice rang out, sharp and commanding, and for a second, the world stilled.

Breathing hard, they tore away from each other, chests heaving. Mingyu’s brow was split, blood trickling down the side of his face, while Bangchan wiped at his nose, already red with fresh blood.

You glared at them, heart racing. "Are you guys five? Actually, scratch that — five-year-olds have more self-control than this."

Bangchan wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, spitting blood onto the grass with a scoff. "Not my fault he couldn’t keep his fists to himself."

Mingyu scoffed, wiping at his brow. "And you fucking deserved it. Why do you always have to get in my way?"

Bangchan barely had time to take another step before your hand shot out, pressing against his chest, stopping him in his tracks.

“I said enough.” Your voice was sharp, leaving no room for argument. You turned to Mingyu, exhaling through your nose. “Look, I’m sorry. I swear I never meant to hurt you. I just—I had too much going on, and I didn’t know how to handle it. You didn’t deserve to be lied to, and that’s on me. But this?” You gestured to the mess of blood and bruises between them. “This doesn’t make anything better.”

Mingyu let out a slow breath, dragging the back of his hand over his busted brow. He shook his head, jaw tight, but he didn’t say anything.

“I’m not a fucking prize for you two to fight over, alright?” Your voice wavered slightly, but the fire in your eyes didn’t.

A bitter chuckle slipped from Mingyu’s lips as he took a step back. “Whatever.” Without another word, he turned on his heel and walked off, disappearing into the night.

You let out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding, but when you spun around, your anger reignited.

“And you!” You shoved Bangchan hard enough to make him step back, his expression shifting from confusion to something unreadable.

He barely got the chance to respond before you shoved him again, frustration bubbling over.

“You’re such a fucking idiot!”

Bangchan’s fingers wrapped around your wrists, but you wrenched free, stepping back like his touch burned. You were breathing hard, trying to hold yourself together, but the anger and frustration were clawing their way up your throat.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Your voice cracked, but you powered through. “We had the most perfect night and now everything is ruined!”

He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. “I wasn’t thinking, alright? I just—”

You let out a sharp, humorless laugh. “Oh, no shit.”

Bangchan rolled his eyes, his jaw clenching. “You kissed him. In front of me. And then I had to sit there and listen to him act like you were his, like he knew you the way I do. I’m sorry if I still have a little heat in my blood, but I wasn’t about to let that slide.”

His chest was heaving, his breathing uneven, but you were past caring.

“You almost killed each other, Chan.”

“I regret it,” he admitted, his voice rough, “but not because of him.”

You let out a sharp, humorless laugh, shaking your head as tears burned behind your eyes. “This is a goddamn joke. Everything I was terrified of? It’s happening. People talking, twisting shit, and now look at me—I’m the villain in their little story. The indecisive bitch who couldn’t pick a side.”

Bangchan’s expression darkened. “Don’t say that. That’s not who you are—”

“Doesn’t matter.” Your voice was barely above a whisper now. “It’s too late, don’t you see?”

He reached for you, but you stepped back again. Your hands were shaking now, but you forced out a small, broken laugh. “This was never going to work. It never did. And I was an idiot to think otherwise.”

Bangchan's eyes flashed with something unreadable—panic, maybe—but you didn’t wait to figure it out. You were already turning away, putting more distance between you with every step. And this time, he didn’t stop you.

His hood slipped down as the wind howled between you, ripping through the space that had already grown too wide, too empty. His hair was a mess, his breathing uneven, and his eyes—God, his eyes—wild and desperate, like he was watching something slip through his fingers that he wasn’t ready to let go of.

“You don’t mean that.”

Your stomach twisted. Your pulse pounded in your throat. But you forced the words out anyway. “Yeah, I do.”

They tasted like blood, bitter and metallic, like something inside you had torn open. But you couldn’t take them back. You wouldn’t.

“It’s over, okay?” The breath you took was shaky, like your own body was rejecting the thought. “I’m sorry, but—”

“Hey, hey, wait…” His voice dropped, softer, pleading now. Like he thought this was fixable. Like you weren’t already breaking apart right in front of him. “What are you talking about?”

He reached for you, fingertips barely grazing your cheek—and you jerked back, every nerve ending screaming at the loss, but you couldn’t let him touch you. If he touched you, this would never end.

Bangchan’s jaw clenched. He exhaled sharply, like your rejection knocked the wind out of him.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, voice barely holding together.

And then you turned, because if you stayed, if you let yourself see the wreckage in his expression for even one more second, you knew you wouldn’t have the strength to walk away at all.

The wind was ruthless, biting at your skin, but it was nothing compared to the sting in your chest. Or maybe it was the tears—hot, angry, relentless—that blurred your vision, dripping down your face before you even noticed they were there.

The weight pressing against your ribs grew heavier, unbearable, like your own body was turning against you. Walking wasn’t enough. Breathing wasn’t enough. You needed to run.

So you did.

Your feet pounded against the ground, carrying you toward the sea—the only thing vast enough, endless enough, to swallow you whole. But it wouldn’t take this away. It wouldn’t drown out the way his voice still clung to your skin, the way his touch still burned like a brand you couldn’t shake.

You just needed to leave. To be alone.

To forget that, for one reckless, fleeting, stupid moment, your heart had ever dared to belong to Bangchan.

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