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ljubimaya · 6 months ago

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AN ACT OF LOVE ۶ৎ

۶ৎ SYNOPSIS: Being loved is being taken care of - emotionally and physically. ۶ৎ FEATURING CHARACTERS: Baji Keisuke, Shuji Hanma, Kazutora Hanemiya ۶ৎ C/W: fluff, established relationships/marriage, afab reader, mentions of flu symptoms in Baji's part, pregnancy in Kazutora's part + some hurt/comfort, insomnia in Hanma's part, petnames (baby, granny lmao), super self-indulgend ngl, not proof read, lowkey sucks but oh well ☠️ ۶ৎ AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is inspired by me being sick some time ago and sulking in my bed. Also took me ages to finish this. ۶ৎ W/C: 3.3k+

۶ৎ Keisuke Baji:

It’s the dead of the night, and you laid on your stomach, head resting on the side while your arms were spread. Your husband, ever the considerate and loving man, sat next to you as his calloused hands kneaded your aching muscles. It’s been terrible the last few days since you’ve started sneezing and coughing. At first, you assumed it must have been some allergies, but the added fever, fatigue and muscle pain painted a clearer picture for you: You must have gotten the flu.

So you took off a week from work to rot in the bed you shared with your husband, taking every disgusting tasting medication your doctor has recommended and falling asleep right after. While the other symptoms have gradually become better - thankfully, for you were going insane with your stuffy nose - your muscles wouldn’t stop hurting. The worst part, however, was that nothing seemed to help, no pain killers, no grain pillows, no overpriced could lessen the ache you felt in your tired muscles.

Thankfully, you happen to be married to the best man in the entire earth.

Keisuke has been so attentive ever since you’ve gotten sick. Despite his busy work schedule, he made sure you were taken care of, like making sure you’re taking your medicine in the morning and the evening, cooking you nutritious meals when he had the time for it and most importantly, tending to your aching back. He did give the best backrubs of all time after all.

So you waited impatiently for Keisuke to come back from the veterinary clinic he worked in to massage your muscles, occasionally dozing off continuing to take your meds with a sour face.

The torturous wait came to an end as soon as you heard the heavy yet familiar footsteps of your husband nearing the bedroom. You stirred awake yet again from the shuffling noises in the background to see him sit down on your bed, skin clad in his casual pair of sweats and a white baggy shirt, holding a small bottle of massaging oil in his hand.

“Did I wake you up?” Keisuke asked, sitting down on the end of the bed, his heavy hand tenderly stroking your covered leg “Are you feeling better?”

You chuckled when you felt his loving touch “Wow, not even gonna greet your sick wife? How rude, Kei” You couldn’t see him well from the way you laid on your stomach, but you envisioned the ravenette rolling his eyes at you “Don’t roll your eyes at me, Mister Baji”

“How did you even know I was rolling my eyes at you?” your husband questioned as he moved to sit next to you, tugging the blanket and your - his - shirt away from his way “I just know you, Kei” you merrily replied, lightly shuddering when the cold oil made contact with your skin. His warm hand softly rubbed your back, spreading the massaging oil evenly “As you should. I’d be really pissed if my own wife didn’t know me and my antics” He muttered, digging his thumbs into your back muscles and rubbing them against your hurting muscles.

“Kei, it hurts!” you groaned into the pillows, struggling under the strong palms of his hands “You’re being too rough”

“I know, I know baby, but you’ll feel much better” Keisuke spoke to you, his usual gruff tone softening for you “Jeez babe, your muscles are rock hard. You have the back of an old granny” Keisuke snickered, his touch becoming more gentle. He’d hate to seriously hurt you.

“Keisuke I swear to God” you scoffed into the pillow, deciding to play along with his banter “I’m not an old granny and won’t become one anytime soon. You should be ashamed of bullying your sick wife”

“Hmmmm, nope, feelin’ no shame”

Your pained whines and protest slowly but surely grew silent as your husband continued rubbing and kneading your sore muscles, easing the ache you’ve been feeling all day long. Stopping after a while, Keisuke plumped next to you. Your mattress dipped at his sudden shifting before you were pulled towards him, scooped up in his embrace. A small yelp escaped your lips as you were manhandled into a different position - a position more of keisuke’s liking. You were turned to lay on your side, your back snugly pressing against your husband’s front as he buried his face into the crook of your neck.

“Kei! Geez, you will get sick if you get close to me like that”

Keisuke lets out a content sigh, his nose bumping against the tender skin of your neck “Oh shut. I’ve slept next to you for the whole week, I’ll be fine” He scoffed before he murmured into your neck “Besides, I’ve been looking forward to this all day long”

Heat crept up your face. You knew Keisuke can be affectionate - hell, you married this man, of course you knew he was affectionate towards you - yet the way it rolled off his tongue so sweetly made you feel as shy as when you had just started dating him. Loving him never gets old, you supposed.

So you laid in the warm embrace of your husband, feeling the beat of his heart softly thudding against your back and the slight tickle of his calm breath against your neck. Comfortable silence engulfed you two, and before you knew it, you heard his snores from behind you. A tired smile crept up on your lips before you followed suit, falling asleep in the ravenette’s embrace. The pain faded, and all you could feel was Keisuke’s love and devotion to you.

۶ৎ Shuji Hanma:

A deep hum left Shuji’s lips as he made his way to your shared apartment. Work has been taxing for the last few weeks ever since one of his photo’s he did for a wedding blew up on the internet. While he enjoyed his work and the extra money flowing in, sitting in his office and editing his client’s pictures till the sun goes down was not a way the tall man enjoys spending his nights. During the day, the tall man would be driving from shoot to shoot, instructing models how to pose while taking numerous pictures and making calls and adding appointments to his agenda.

Who knew following his passion would turn him into a relentless workaholic?

Unlocking the door as quietly as he could, Shuji quietly walked through the darkness of his apartment to the bathroom. More like forcing himself to go take a shower before crawling under the blankets with you, for Shuji knew you would be more than displeased with him. As he’s letting the warm water hit his skin, the ravenette’s thoughts drifted to you. He didn’t liked to admit it too often, but he missed you throughout the day - the way you’d scold him for ruining the freshly washed sheets with his ‘outside smell’, the way you would subconsciously scoot closer to him in your sleep, the way you are alway the first to wake up in the morning, the way you would have to convince him with kisses and promises of a hot cup of coffee waiting for him in the kitchen if he gets up.

Man, you were just so good to him.

Shuji quickly dried himself off and changed into his pajama - the one you thoughtfully left on top of the washing machine so he wouldn’t have to disturb your sleep by rummaging through the drawers. Tired, but feeling more relaxed after taking his shower, he quietly walked towards your shared bedroom, careful not to bump into anything. You should be asleep already, softly snoring as you’d be lying on his side of the bed and hugging his pillow. At least, that would be how Shuji usually finds you whenever he comes home from work past midnight. He would usually gently push you to roll over to your side and carefully attempt to pry his pillow away from your death grip. Most of the time he gives up and resorts to sleeping with your pillow under his head, which he doesn’t mind. After all, the best way the lanky man falls asleep is being surrounded by your scent.

However, upon entering your shared bedroom, he finds you laying in bed, wide awake and diligently tapping away on your laptop. The lamp on the nightstand illuminated the bedroom, bathing you in a soft golden hue.

“Baby, why are you still awake?” Shuji asked as he approached you, sitting down on the edge of the mattress. Upon coming closer to you, he noticed the dark circles under your eyes and the tired look in your face. Still so beautiful.

“I wanna finish this chapter. I think I made the plot too complicated” You sighed as you averted your eyes from the bright screen to take a look at your equally tired boyfriend.

“Besides, I gotta edit it too. I feel like my writing is inconsistent and lackluster” Despite his fatigue, a grin grew on his face. Oh you knew he was about to bully you.

“Probably because you need to rest” Shuji snickered as he took the laptop from your lap “Can’t have your little brain burn out before you finish writing the epilogue”

“But Shu, I need to finish this right now-”

“This reminds me of the times you used to pull all nighters back in highschool to finish your assignments, but this time you’re doing it willingly”

You scoffed, unable to find humor in your boyfriend’s attempts to tease you. Placing your hands on your laptop, you lightly pulled it closer to you as you muttered “Your comparison sucks, Shu. I’m writing because it’s my hobby, not a chore like the assignments used to be” The man could only shake his head, the light grin quickly turning into a scoff “You sure this isn’t a chore for you? Sure looks like you treat it like one”

Oh, he got you. You tried really hard to come up with a witty come back, something that would make him mind his own business. Unfortunately for you, your sleep deprived brain couldn’t argue with him. Against your ego, you had to bite the bullet.

The grip on your laptop loosened. The truth was that you were dying to fall back into your mattress and get the rest you desperately needed, but the need to be finished with your herculean task overthrew your basic human want.

Seeing as you weren’t budging, Shuji gently attempted to take your laptop away; this time placing the device on his own lap before suggesting “You lay back. I’ll read what you have written so far”

“Shu, it’s fine-”

“Do what I say, doll” He cut you off without sparing you a glance. Instead, he got comfortable in your shared bed and began to silently read your writing “You made some spelling mistakes. And I don’t understand why you’d word this sentence like that” The ravenette pointed his index finger at the bright screen, showing you the sentence he meant “But honestly? Not too shabby. The pacing is nice and most importantly, the plot isn’t boring”

You weren’t sure if you were hearing things right. Since when did he know anything about literature?

Shuji snickered as he watched you squinting at him “What? Didn’t like what I said?”

You could only huff, watching him turn off your laptop and placing it on his nightstand - right next to the now cold cup of coffee he didn’t get to finish in the morning “Are you sure you’re actually my boyfriend? Are you actually my Shu?” You looked him up and down “My boyfriend doesn’t know that much about writing”

The man next to you pulled the blanket over his body as he laid down. Turning his face to you, he smugly replied “You’re acting like I’m uncultured”

“You aren’t?”

Your boyfriend pulled you closer to him, encasing you in his warmth. Shuji bumped his nose against yours “True. Guess you rubbed off on me” He muttered tiredly “Now close your eyes. You gotta finish that chapter tomorrow for me”

۶ৎ Kazutora Hanemiya:

Dread filled you as you looked down on your hands, watching as one line immediately appeared on the test. Truth be told, this wasnät your idea. Catching up with your friend Emma in a cafe near your workplace turned into you ranting about your fatigue and nausea pretty quickly as soon as Emma noticed the tired look in your eyes.

“It’s probably the stress from work”, you tried justifying, explaining the big projects you were working on for the last few weeks. Conveniently, you left out that even though work has been taxing, you were still able to get a full night of sleep every time you came home from your office, and that you had enough time to spend with your boyfriend outside of work.

Emma would only shake her head at you “You know, I thought it was just stress and lack of sleep too, but it wasn’t” she’d rub her visibly pregnant belly as she recalled the symptoms she’s experienced before she found out she was expecting.

Emma successfully planted the seed of doubt in your mind without even realizing.

You tried rationalizing feeling fatigued and nauseous for a while, thinking that upon the completion of your projects your symptoms would disappear. But, oh, how wrong you were. Each passing day became harder for you, as tiredness became a looming presence throughout your everyday life. Barely being able to keep your eyes open and containing your breakfast in your stomach, you grew anxious of the prophetic words Emma told you weeks ago. Out of desperation, you looked up pregnancy symptoms to calm your raging nerves down. Fatigue? Check. Nausea? Check. Morning sickness? Check. Mood swings? Check. Missed period? Check.

You knew you wouldn’t have to continue reading, but you foolishly held onto the hope that there would be at least one big symptom that would contradict your fears. Defeated, you put your phone down on your coffee table. Scrolling through a seemingly endless list of possible pregnancy symptoms drained you, but the uncertainty ate you alive. so you mustered up all of your strength and courage to walk into the closest pharmacy and get a pregnancy test. To calm my nerves, you’d think as you picked up whichever pregnancy test the pharmacist advised you to buy.

This leads you to where you are currently. The results took an agonizingly long amount of time, and you started to overthink again. Truth be told, while you weren’t planning on it anytime soon, you assumed it would happen one day. The main reason you felt so anxious was your boyfriend’s reaction to you possibly being pregnant. You weren’t even sure if Kazutora, your beloved boyfriend, even wanted to have children of his own. The conversation about settling down with kids just never seemed to pop up in any past conversations you had with him. You didn’t have a lot to go off on; all you really knew was that while Kazutora was good with kids, he still had issues he needed to work through.

What would he say? Would he be angry? Happy? Would he leave? Your stomach churned as the thoughts flooded your mind. Your eyes were focused on the pregnancy test in your hands, however you didn’t pay attention to it.

Your trance- like state was interrupted by a loud knock on your bathroom door “Hey, you ok in there?” Kazutora’s muffled voice, filled with worry, came from the other side of the door. Your heart skipped a beat when you heard his voice, not expecting him to come home so soon. Clumsily, you stood up a little too quickly and rushed to open the door for him, leaving the pregnancy test on the sink. You swung the door open, coming face to face with the man you loved most. His loving face was scrunched with worry, eyebrows knitted as he took your panicked state in “Hey, baby. Didn’t think I’d see you home so early. How was work?”

“Was alright. I tried calling you, but you didn’t pick up the phone, so I came home to check on you” Kazutora replied, his gaze still fixed on your tired looking face “You look awful. Maybe we should go and get you checked up”

You shock your head vehemently “No! No, there’s no need for that. Trust me, I’m healthy” Placing your hands on his face. The warmth of his skin brought you comfort, calming you down a bit before you continued “Trust me, I am fine”

Your boyfriend narrowed his eyes at you “Babe, no. This is getting out of hand, you need to see a doctor” He huffed, walking past you to get to the bathroom “Get dressed, I’ll drive you there” Kazutora walked towards the sink. Cold sweat coated your skin as you watched him reach the sink and turn on the faucet. This was it, the point of no return. You knew he would see the pregnancy test, and he’d be the first to see results - even before you yourself could see it for yourself. You began mentally cursing yourself; for not looking at the test before you rushed to open the door for him, for not hiding the test, for not being careful enough. Bracing yourself for his reaction, you watched his movements stutter. The water running from the faucet splashed in the background, hitting the stone material of the sink harshly, was the only noise drowning out the deafening silence between you and Kazutora.

“Baby, is this what I think it is?” Kazutora silently asked, his voice unsteady and quiet. You almost wouldn’t have caught his question if you weren’t hyper fixated on him. You couldn’t tell if this was a good or bad sign, hell you weren’t even sure what the results were in the first place. Coming to the realization that you needed to be truthful, you sighed and started to explain “I haven’t seen the results yet. I’ve been feeling” You paused, sighing, before continuing “I haven’t been feeling myself for some time now”

“I understand” Kazutora turned the faucet off, the splashing of water suddenly coming to a stop before he turned around to see you.

A soft smile graced his features, the same one that made you fall head over heels for him all those years ago. Just like the sun hitting ice, his relaxed, loving expression was enough to melt your worries away “So? You wanna know the results?” You nodded eagerly, expecting to be given the pregnancy test from your lover. He handed you the test, his touch lingering. Kazutora intently watched your face as you looked down to see the pregnancy test in your hand.

Two lines. Positive.

A gasp left your lips, hands flying to clasp over your mouth to contain your bubbling emotions. Your gaze switches between the positive test and Kazutora. The realization that you are very much pregnant hits you hard, but the realization that you worried about him not taking the news well for nothing knocked you off your feet.

Happy tears welled up in your eyes and soft sobs escaped through your lips. Closing the distance between you and him, the ravenette gently held your waist with one hand and cupped your cheek with the other one. His calloused thumb swiped over your soft skin, wiping away the small droplets of tears escaping your eyes “I’m so bad with words, but baby I need you to know how happy you make me. From the moment we have met, to the day you’ve agreed to date me. But today, you’ve made me by far the happiest I have ever been”

You choked up when you saw his golden eyes become glassy, feeling his usually steady hand shake with every word he speaks to you. Your hands moved away from your mouth, cradling your lover’s face instead. Lovingly, you gazed into each others’ eyes as you stood in your small bathroom, feeling the butterflies flutter in your stomach while Kazutora’s hand moved to place itself over your tummy - holding the two most precious people in his life.

#might write a part two bc I have some ideas #tr x reader #tr fluff #baji x reader #baji keisuke x reader #tr baji #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #hanma x reader #hanma tr #hanma shuji x reader #tokyo revengers kazutora #kazutora x reader #kazutora hanemiya #tokyo revengers headcanons

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cheolsbitch · 23 days ago

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“Don’t Look”

Pairing: Jaehyun x Reader

Genre: Smut | Best Friends to Lovers | Secret Relationship | Slow Burn (turned fast & filthy) (Not proof read)

Word Count: (forgot to do the count ngl)

Status: Ongoing one-shot continuation (maybe)

Content Warnings: (MINORS DNI)

• Sexual tension and explicit sexual content (slow-burn smut)

• Voyeurism elements (accidental and intentional watching)

• Light degradation and praise (eventually)

• Friends-to-lovers tension with emotionally messy moments

• Masturbation (mutual and solo)

• Unspoken feelings, jealousy, possessiveness

• Eventual explicit consent and sexual exploration

Summary:

What started as innocent teasing between childhood best friends has spiraled into something much more dangerous — and addicting. Late-night games, stolen glances, and one risqué manga opened the door, but now? Jaehyun owns her — her body, her sounds, her limits. The only problem? No one else knows they’ve crossed that line.

From stolen touches in crowded rooms to being bent over bathroom stalls, their secret grows harder to hide… and harder to resist. He was supposed to be her best friend. Now he’s her favorite mistake — and he’s not letting anyone else have a taste.

But teasing Jaehyun has its consequences… especially when she moans his name while thinking of someone else. (lil teaser🫣)

This is the full fic to the “don’t look” teaser didn’t expect to actually get people to like it i hope this will story satisfy yall… idk how to feel about it just know that it is STEAMY

The sound of rapid clicking and muffled gunshots filled the air, blending with the occasional curse that left Jaehyun’s lips as he focused on the game. Y/N barely paid him any mind, curled up on his bed with her legs swinging lazily in the air, a well-worn manga volume in her hands.

It was a regular thing — crashing at Jaehyun’s place after classes, him glued to his monitor while she raided his snack stash and made herself at home in his room. They didn’t need to talk to feel comfortable. That’s just how they were. Easy. Familiar.

At least… usually.

Today was different.

Jaehyun had taken off his headset to answer a call, wandering out of the room mid-game. When he came back, the first thing he saw wasn’t the screen. It was Y/N, lying on her stomach on his bed, skirt hiked up just a little too high, and her eyes glued to a page that definitely wasn’t PG-13.

He blinked. Then blinked again.

Was she seriously reading that kind of manga? In his room?

He moved closer, quiet as ever, leaning over to glance at the page. Yup. That was definitely someone getting bent over a desk.

His voice came out lower than intended, a little too amused. “What are you reading?”

Y/N nearly jumped out of her skin. She snapped the book shut with a gasp and turned over, clutching it to her chest.

“W-What the hell, Jaehyun! Don’t sneak up on people like that!”

“I wasn’t sneaking,” he grinned, walking over and tossing himself onto the bed beside her. “You were just too into it to notice me.”

She narrowed her eyes, cheeks flushed. “You saw nothing.”

“Oh no, I definitely saw something. A lot of something, actually.” He smirked, eyes drifting — not-so-subtly — from the manga to her exposed thighs. “Didn’t know you were into that stuff.”

She threw a pillow at him. “Shut up! It’s just—plot. With… extra.”

“Mhmm.” He leaned in, voice dipping to a tease. “Didn’t know my bed was so inspiring.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, trying to cover the blush blooming down her neck. “You’re such an ass.”

“Maybe.” His fingers brushed her knee, lingering longer than they should. “But you’re not denying it.”

Silence hung for a beat too long. The tension wasn’t like usual. It wasn’t playful — not entirely. There was heat in the air, thick and humming between them.

His voice dropped. “You know, if you wanted inspiration… you could’ve just asked.”

She stared at him, heart pounding.

“You’re joking.”

His eyes flicked down to her lips, then back up. “Am I?”

Another beat passed. Her book slipped from her hands, forgotten.

And then—

Y/N didn’t move. Didn’t breathe.

She couldn’t. Not with the way Jaehyun was looking at her — like he’d just flipped a switch and wasn’t planning to turn it off anytime soon.

Her voice was barely a whisper. “You’re not serious.”

Jaehyun smirked again, slower this time. Darker. His hand, still resting lightly on her knee, started to move. Not rushed, just deliberate — dragging up the soft skin of her thigh, under the hem of her skirt. “You think I’m the kind of guy who says things he doesn’t mean?”

She swallowed hard. “Sometimes.”

“Not about this.”

He leaned closer, one knee sliding between her legs as he crowded her space. She could feel the heat of his body, the tension in his muscles — held back, barely. His fingers brushed higher now, just skimming where her inner thigh met the curve of her underwear. Her breath hitched.

“You’ve been teasing me for months and didn’t even know it,” he murmured, voice low, like a secret just for her. “Walking around in those short skirts, curling up in my bed like it’s yours, making these little sounds when you read your dirty books.”

“I—I wasn’t teasing”

He chuckled, dark and low, thumb hooking under the edge of her panties now. “No? Then what are you doing now, letting me touch you like this and not stopping me?”

She couldn’t answer. Not with the way her pulse was racing. Not with the way his mouth was hovering, close enough that she could feel every word ghost over her lips.

“Say something, baby.”

That broke her. She shivered — not from fear, but from the way he said it. Like he owned the word. Like he already owned her.

“I want you,” she whispered, cheeks burning. “I just… I don’t really know what I’m doing.”

His eyes darkened — not in mockery, but something deeper. Fiercer. Possessive.

“I’ll take care of you”

And with that, he kissed her.

It wasn’t sweet. It was slow, claiming, full of intent. His tongue slid past her lips, coaxing rather than demanding, but still leaving no room for doubt. His hand moved behind her neck, tilting her to deepen the kiss while his other pushed her skirt up fully, baring her to the cool air and his warm touch.

She moaned into him — soft, unsure. He swallowed the sound greedily.

“You trust me?” he murmured against her lips, fingers now stroking the damp cotton between her legs.

“Yes,” she breathed, hips twitching into his hand.

“Then be a good girl,” he said, voice pure sin, “and let me show you how good it can feel.”

He pulled her underwear down slowly, trailing kisses from her mouth to her jaw, then down her neck, teeth scraping lightly as he went. “Keep your hands in my sheets,” he ordered, eyes flicking up. “Don’t hide from me.”

She did as he said, fingers curling into his navy-blue comforter, breath coming faster as he shifted lower. He settled between her thighs like he belonged there, dragging his mouth over the inside of her knee before looking up at her — eyes burning.

“Don’t look away,” he said softly, almost tender. “I want you to watch me when I make you fall apart.”

And then his mouth was on her.

Hot. Wet. Expert.

She gasped, arching, one hand flying to her mouth only for him to pull back and growl, “Hands. In. The. Sheets.”

She obeyed, whimpering when he dove back in, licking and sucking her clit with slow, devastating precision. He took his time, letting her fall apart inch by inch, building the tension until she was trembling, thighs threatening to close around his head.

“Jaehyun,” she sobbed, nearly there.

“Come for me,” he whispered, lips brushing her clit with the words. “Right now. Be good and come on my tongue.”

She shattered.

She came with a cry, thighs shaking, hips bucking into his mouth as he held her down and took everything she gave him.

Only when she stopped trembling did he pull back, lips glistening, eyes dark with something dangerous.

And he still wasn’t done.

“Now,” he said, tugging his shirt over his head and revealing the body she’d only ever dared to imagine, “you’re gonna lie back like that sweet little mess you are—” he undid his belt slowly, letting the sound echo in the room, “and take your reward like a good girl.”

Y/N’s breath was still catching in her throat when she watched Jaehyun rise above her — slow and steady, like he had all the time in the world. His eyes never left hers. Not even as he kicked off his jeans, fingers moving with that same calm confidence that was driving her absolutely insane.

She’d never seen him like this. Not fully.

Not like this — shirtless, flushed, cock hard and heavy in his hand as he stroked it lazily while looking down at her like she was something to be worshipped.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he murmured, crawling over her. His fingers traced the outline of her face, brushing hair from her cheek like she was fragile. “You—like this. Under me.”

She bit her lip, heart thudding. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

His smile was soft now, almost sad. “Because you were mine long before you ever knew it. And I wasn’t gonna risk losing you… not until I knew you wanted this too.”

She didn’t answer. Just reached up, touching his cheek, then trailing her fingers down his chest, the tight muscles flexing beneath her touch.

“I do,” she whispered. “I want you.”

That was all he needed.

Jaehyun leaned down and kissed her again — this time slower. Deeper. All tongue and warmth, his body lowering to press fully against hers, skin to skin. She could feel everything: his heat, the weight of him, the way his cock slid against her slick folds, not yet inside but enough to make her whimper.

His hand found hers beside her head, fingers lacing together. “You ready, baby?”

She nodded, voice gone.

“Words.”

“Yes,” she breathed. “I’m ready. Please.”

His groan was low, strained. “Fuck. You’re gonna feel so good.”

And then — slowly, carefully — he pushed in.

The stretch was unfamiliar, thick and hot and so much, but he didn’t rush. He kissed her through it, whispered against her skin, his free hand stroking her thigh as he sank in inch by inch.

“That’s it,” he murmured, lips brushing her temple. “Just breathe. You’re doing so good.”

She clung to him, eyes wide, overwhelmed in the best way as he finally bottomed out, buried to the hilt and panting against her neck.

“God, you’re tight,” he growled, stilling for a moment. “I’m not gonna last long if you keep clenching like that.”

“Move,” she gasped. “Please, Jae”

He did.

His hips pulled back and rolled forward again, slow and smooth, grinding into her with a rhythm that made her toes curl. Every thrust was measured, sensual, like he wanted her to feel every single inch of him — and she did. Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, trying to pull him deeper, closer, more.

“That’s it, baby,” he groaned, biting down on her shoulder. “You take me so well. Like you were made for this. Made for me.”

She couldn’t hold back the moan that tore from her throat.

Jaehyun caught it with a kiss, swallowing the sound as he picked up pace, just a little. The bed creaked, the air thick with heat and breath and the slick sounds of skin on skin.

But through it all, he kept touching her — his hand on her cheek, his mouth on her throat, like he couldn’t get enough of her. Like this wasn’t just sex. Like it was something more.

“You feel everything?” he panted against her skin.

She nodded desperately. “Feels so good… you feel so good…”

“I’ve got you,” he said, voice wrecked but still soft. “I’ll take care of you. Gonna make you come again, alright?”

His thumb found her clit, rubbing in tight circles while he drove into her, each thrust making her cry out.

“Let go for me,” he groaned, forehead pressed to hers. “Come all over my cock like a good girl.”

She shattered with a scream, legs locking around him as her orgasm ripped through her. Jaehyun followed with a curse, hips stuttering as he came deep inside her, holding her close like he never wanted to let go.

And when it was over — when the room was filled with only the sound of their breathing and the soft thump of his heartbeat against her chest — he kissed her again.

This time, it was gentle. Loving.

“I meant what I said,” he whispered, brushing his nose against hers. “You’re mine.”

Her fingers curled in his hair, a lazy smile spreading across her lips.

“Good,” she whispered. “Because I’m not going anywhere.”

Jaehyun didn’t pull away right away. He stayed inside her, warm and pulsing, forehead resting against hers while his fingers lazily traced the curve of her hip. His breath was still heavy, but his touch was gentle — grounding. Worshipful.

Y/N’s legs were still wrapped loosely around him, and even though her body was spent, she didn’t want to let go.

“Was it too much?” he asked softly, eyes searching hers like he hadn’t just made her see stars.

She smiled, tired and blissed out. “No… it was perfect.”

He kissed her nose, then her cheek, then finally her lips again — slow and sweet this time, no urgency. Just affection.

“I’ll get you cleaned up,” he murmured, carefully slipping out of her. She whimpered at the loss, and he chuckled, low and fond. “I know, baby. I’ll be right back.”

True to his word, he returned with a warm cloth, cleaning her up gently, murmuring quiet praises and brushing hair from her forehead.

“So pretty when you’re all fucked out,” he teased, but his touch was careful, his eyes soft. Once she was tucked into his sheets — now officially hers too — he pulled her into his chest and stroked her back.

“You did so good,” he whispered. “I’ve never wanted someone like I want you.”

She blinked up at him sleepily. “I’ve never let anyone in like this before…”

Jaehyun leaned down and kissed her again, just because he could.

“You’re mine now,” he said, half-possessive, half-promise.

She fell asleep with her head on his chest, heart full and body aching in the best way.

⸻

THE NEXT MORNING

Y/N was deep in sleep, limbs tangled in Jaehyun’s sheets, when she felt something warm and firm press against the back of her thigh.

At first, she stirred faintly, breath hitching as the sensation grew — the softest kisses trailing up her spine, teeth nipping at her shoulder, a hand sliding under the hem of his oversized shirt she wore to bed.

“Morning, baby,” Jaehyun’s voice rasped against her skin, already thick with lust. “You looked too pretty not to touch.”

She whined in protest — half asleep, half already aching. “Jae…”

“You gonna pretend you don’t like it?” he murmured, hand sliding between her legs. She was already wet, and he groaned in satisfaction. “Damn. You were dreaming about me, weren’t you?”

“Mmm… maybe,” she teased, wiggling her hips a little.

His grip tightened slightly. “That attitude’s gonna get you in trouble.”

“Oh no,” she said innocently. “Whatever will you do?”

His hand slid around her throat — not tight, just firm, grounding, possessive — and she gasped at the sudden rush it gave her. Her thighs squeezed together, and Jaehyun noticed instantly.

“Oh?” he grinned, low and wicked. “You like being choked, baby?”

She bit her lip but didn’t answer.

“That was a yes,” he muttered, flipping her onto her back, spreading her thighs. “You should’ve told me. I’d’ve had you crying in pleasure last night.”

His hand stayed at her throat, still gentle, still careful — but undeniably dominant as he slid inside her again, this time with more force. More hunger.

She cried out, hands flying to his biceps, nails digging in.

“Still sore?” he panted, driving into her deeper. “Too bad. You’re the one who woke up wet and bratty.”

“You’re such—ah—an ass.”

He smirked. “Yeah? Then why are you moaning like that?”

He grabbed her thighs and pinned them open, his pace picking up — steady but rougher, his abs flexing as he fucked her into the mattress, groaning every time she clenched around him.

“You want it harder, don’t you?” he breathed against her mouth. “Want me to ruin this sweet little pussy again?”

“Yes—fuck—Jaehyun…”

“Touch yourself,” he ordered. “Be a good girl. Let me see.”

Her fingers found her clit instantly, circling as he pounded into her harder, more unrestrained now. He was still watching her, though — eyes glued to her face, hand tight around her throat again, thumb brushing her jaw.

“You gonna come for me like this?” he growled. “Choked and used and full of me?”

She nodded, eyes rolling back. “Jaehyun—I’m gonna—”

“Do it,” he demanded. “Come now.”

She shattered under him with a scream, clenching around him like a vice — and he followed with a loud groan, spilling inside her again, thrusts slowing as he milked every second of her orgasm.

When it was over, he collapsed on top of her, then rolled them gently so she was cradled against him again.

“You’re gonna kill me,” she breathed.

He chuckled against her hair. “You say that like I’m done with you.”

Her eyes fluttered shut, a lazy smile on her lips.

She was absolutely ruined. And she wouldn’t have it any other way.

The room was thick with heat, the air heavy from everything they’d already done — the tangled sheets, their sweat-slicked bodies, the faint scent of sex still clinging to the air.

Jaehyun was lying back against the pillows now, one arm behind his head, the other lazily brushing along her spine as she rested on his chest, both of them trying to catch their breath. He looked smug. Satisfied. Like a man who’d just conquered something sweet and sacred.

But she wasn’t done.

Y/N lifted her head, eyes dark with mischief and still-flushed cheeks. She trailed her hand down his abs, letting her fingers drift lower, nails teasing just above where the blanket covered his hips.

Jaehyun groaned, low and surprised. “No way. You’re not seriously ready for more.”

She straddled him without a word, sliding up until she was seated right over him, warm and wet and barely hidden by the thin sheet between them. Her hands braced on his chest as she leaned down.

“I wanna ride you,” she whispered against his lips.

Jaehyun’s breath caught. His eyes snapped open, pupils blown wide. “Fuck. Are you even real?”

She grinned and rocked her hips slightly, feeling him twitch beneath her. “You’re not scared I’ll break you, are you?”

“Scared?” He growled, yanking the sheet away so she was bare above him. “I’m scared you’re gonna pass out. You were crying into my mouth ten minutes ago.”

“Let me show you what I want,” she said, grinding harder now. “Please.”

That word — that please — did something to him.

He watched her sit up, take him in her hand, and line him up with her entrance. The head of his cock slid against her soaked folds, and they both groaned at the contact. Then, slowly, so fucking slowly, she sank down on him.

Jaehyun’s head hit the headboard with a dull thud.

“Holy shit,” he hissed. “You feel even tighter like this.”

Her hands gripped his stomach for balance as she started to move, hips rising and falling in a slow, hypnotic rhythm. Her thighs trembled slightly, but she kept going, riding him with a mix of inexperience and raw, aching need.

And he watched her — eyes locked on the way her breasts bounced, the way her lips parted in moans, the way her nails clawed at his chest as she found the pace that made her see stars.

“Look at you,” he rasped. “Taking what you want. Fucking yourself on my cock like you need it.”

“I do,” she gasped. “You feel so good, Jaehyun—fuck—don’t stop looking at me.”

“Never,” he promised, hands finding her hips, helping her grind deeper, harder, until the sounds of wet skin and broken cries echoed in the room. “You’re so fucking sexy like this. Like you were made to ride me.”

She moaned louder, pace faltering as her legs began to tremble harder. She leaned forward, bracing herself on his chest, thighs burning, every inch of her buzzing with overstimulation.

Jaehyun saw it — saw her trying to hold on, trying to stay in control — and smirked darkly.

“Getting tired already, baby?”

She bit her lip, nodded just slightly, eyes glassy.

He sat up in one smooth motion, flipping her effortlessly onto the bed and pulling her onto all fours.

“You shouldn’t have tempted me,” he growled, lining himself up behind her. “You knew what this was gonna do to me.”

She barely had time to breathe before he slammed into her from behind — hard, fast, deep — the new angle making her scream into the pillow. He gripped her hips like he owned her, driving into her relentlessly, the bed frame rocking under the force of it.

“F-fuck—Jaehyun—too much—”

“No,” he gritted, bending down to kiss her spine, his hand tangling in her hair. “You wanted to ride me? You wanted to show me what you like? Then take it.”

He yanked her head back gently by her hair, just enough to make her arch. Her back curved perfectly, ass pressed against his hips with every thrust, and he groaned at the sight of it.

“You look so fucking good like this,” he growled, hot against her ear. “You like being used like my personal toy, huh? Getting fucked stupid first thing in the morning?”

She couldn’t answer. Not with the way he was splitting her open, dragging her closer and closer to the edge again. But her whimpers said it all.

Then, suddenly, his chest pressed to her back. One arm wrapped around her waist, the other came up to press gently around her throat — firm, confident, perfect. His lips were at her ear now, whispering filth as he fucked up into her, angle deep and brutal in the most intoxicating way.

“Can feel you tightening,” he whispered, voice ragged. “You gonna come like this? With me choking you? Huh, baby?”

She sobbed, nodding, body jolting with every thrust.

“Do it,” he growled, slamming into her one final time. “Come for me like the good little slut you are.”

She came hard — harder than she had the first time — shaking in his arms, muscles locking up as her climax hit like a wave. Jaehyun wasn’t far behind. He grunted against her neck, hips jerking as he spilled inside her again, holding her close through the aftershocks.

They collapsed together, sweaty, tangled, completely wrecked.

He kissed her shoulder, her jaw, her temple.

“Holy fuck,” he whispered. “You were not kidding about round two.”

She laughed breathlessly, collapsing onto her back. “You look ruined.”

“I am,” he groaned, flopping beside her. “You ride me like that again and I’m gonna have to put a ring on you.”

She turned, smirking. “So… round three?”

He blinked.

Then grinned.

“Oh, you’re in trouble.”

“Let’s go get cleaned up Jae, i feel super dirty” she says

All he can think about is what he’ll do to her in the shower

“Anything you want princess, but don’t think i’m done with you yet.”

SHOWER SCENE

Steam had already filled the bathroom by the time Jaehyun dragged her in, lips locked to hers like he couldn’t bear to part for even a second. His hands were on her ass, squeezing, guiding her backwards toward the hot spray as their bodies pressed together.

The second the water hit her back, she gasped — warm and soothing, a perfect contrast to the sharp ache still lingering between her legs from earlier. But Jaehyun wasn’t giving her a break.

His mouth dropped to her throat, sucking a bruise into her skin while his hands slid down her slick body, worshipping every curve like he hadn’t just fucked her senseless.

“You’re unreal,” he muttered into her neck. “I get you off twice, and you’re still looking at me like you want more.”

“I do want more,” she whispered back, fingers curling into his damp hair.

He growled, spinning her and pressing her front to the fogged-up glass wall, hands spreading her legs apart. The hot water ran down her body, pooling between her thighs — and then she felt him again, thick and heavy, sliding against her already-sensitive core.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned. “Still so wet for me. You want it here? Against the glass?”

“Y-yeah,” she panted. “Want you to fuck me, Jaehyun—just fuck me.”

He slid in without warning — hot, deep, and thick — and she nearly screamed from how sensitive she still was. The glass rattled with each thrust as he buried himself inside her over and over, pace rough but controlled, one hand gripping her hip, the other wrapped tight around her throat.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he panted. “Even after everything, you still suck me in like it’s your first time.”

Her legs shook, breath fogging the glass.

He leaned in, lips brushing her ear. “Say my name.”

She moaned, voice cracking. “D-Daddy—!”

Everything stopped.

Jaehyun froze mid-thrust, his whole body going still behind her. For a second, all they could hear was the pounding of the water and her own ragged breathing.

Then he twitched inside her — hard.

“W-Wait,” she gasped, panicking. “I didn’t mean—! I mean, I—shit, I didn’t know it would just come out—”

He laughed.

Low. Dark. Dangerous.

“You didn’t know?” he repeated, pulling out of her slowly, then turning her to face him. His hands slid down to grab her ass, hard. “Princess, you could’ve called me that ages ago.”

Her eyes widened as he pushed her back against the tiled wall, gripping her thigh and hiking it up over his hip.

“You like that shit, huh?” he murmured, dragging the head of his cock through her folds again. “Calling me ‘Daddy�� while I fuck you dumb? You dirty little thing.”

She whimpered, already melting.

“Say it again.”

She looked up at him, lips trembling. “Daddy…”

He groaned and slammed into her in one rough stroke, hand coming down on her ass with a loud smack. The sound echoed off the tile, mixing with her gasp as he started thrusting hard — deeper than before, the slap of skin on skin bouncing off the shower walls.

“That’s my girl,” he growled. “Fucking take it.”

She clung to him, the rhythm brutal but addicting — loud, wet, and desperate. His hand gripped her throat again, squeezing just enough to make her moan louder, and his other hand delivered another hard spank to her ass, making her jolt.

“Such a good little slut,” he hissed. “Taking your daddy’s cock like this.”

“Y-You’re so full of yourself,” she managed to choke out, even as her moans stuttered with every hard thrust. “Bet you say that to all your little brats.”

He laughed — low and wrecked. “You’re lucky I like that mouth.”

Another slap. Another choke. Another deep thrust that made her legs shake.

“You keep acting like a brat,” he murmured, licking up her neck, “and I’ll bend you over the sink next.”

She grinned through her moans, breathless. “You say that like it’s a threat.”

Jaehyun snapped.

He lifted her effortlessly, pinning her against the wall with his body and pounding up into her — hard, sloppy, loud. The water only added to the sound, the slick slide of his cock inside her driving them both insane.

Her head fell back, nails scratching at his shoulders.

“I’m gonna—fuck—gonna come—”

“Come for me,” he commanded, hand tightening at her throat, his mouth on hers as she shattered. Her whole body trembled, walls clenching around him in rhythmic waves. He didn’t stop — just kept going, chasing his own high until his thrusts grew erratic and he came hard inside her again, groaning her name like a prayer.

They stayed like that — shaking, dripping wet, bodies plastered together under the stream — until their breathing evened out.

Jaehyun leaned in, kissed her temple, then whispered against her cheek:

“You call me daddy again, and I swear, I might just fuck the shit out of you with no mercy.”

She laughed — spent, wrecked, and so, so happy.

“Guess I’ll have to say it more often, then.”

He smirked, brushing hair from her face. “You’re so getting bent over that sink next.”

Few weeks later

The music pulsed through the walls of the club, heavy and hot, bass vibrating through the floors like it had its own heartbeat.

Lights flashed overhead in dizzy bursts — red, blue, violet. The crowd moved like waves, hips grinding, drinks spilling, bodies brushing close in the dark.

And somewhere in the middle of it all, Y/N was dancing.

Jaehyun leaned against the bar, jaw clenched, sipping his drink as he watched her with hooded eyes. Her dress was short — dangerously so — clinging to her body like it had been designed to drive him insane. And she knew it. Oh, she fucking knew it.

He watched her laugh at something some random guy whispered in her ear, watched her throw her head back, touching his arm like it was nothing.

But it wasn’t nothing. Not to him.

Because she wasn’t just his best friend anymore. Not after that night on his bed. Not after the shower. Not after she called him daddy with his hand wrapped around her throat.

And yet here she was — pretending they were still just roommates. Still just close friends out clubbing.

Pretending she didn’t know exactly what she was doing.

He downed the rest of his drink and set the glass down a little too hard.

Fine.

Two could play.

When she finally turned to glance at him across the floor — all heat and mischief and sweat-slick skin — he didn’t smile. Didn’t nod. Just stared.

That heavy, unreadable stare that made her thighs press together.

She turned back to the guy dancing behind her, but her hips slowed.

She felt it. The shift.

Jaehyun wasn’t just watching anymore.

He was waiting.

She leaned into the stranger’s touch a little more, lips parting in mock laughter.

And across the room, Jaehyun’s jaw ticked.

She should’ve stopped there. Should’ve known better. But she was tipsy — on alcohol, on attention, on him. And she was feeling bratty.

So when she brushed past Jaehyun to grab another drink, she leaned in real close, whispered in his ear:

“Jealous much?”

He didn’t respond. Just looked at her. Unblinking.

So she smirked. Teased her finger along the edge of his collar. “I’m gonna go freshen up. Try not to stare too hard while I walk away.”

She turned.

Jaehyun waited exactly three seconds before downing the last of his drink and following her.

The hallway to the restroom was dim, empty except for the muffled throb of music bleeding through the walls.

Y/N stepped into the women’s restroom, humming under her breath, cheeks flushed from dancing. She leaned over the sink, fixing her lipstick, unaware that the door behind her didn’t fully close.

Then — a click. The lock.

She turned, startled — and there he was.

Jaehyun.

Broad, dark-eyed, towering in the tight space.

“Jae—? What are you—”

“You done?”

His voice was low. Rough. Dangerous.

She blinked. “What?”

He stepped forward, crowding her back against the sink.

“This game you’re playing. You done teasing?”

She laughed — a little breathless now. “It’s not a game—”

“Yes it is,” he cut her off, hand bracing beside her head. “You think I don’t know what you’re doing? Grinding on some guy like I haven’t fucked you raw three times this week?”

Her breath hitched.

His hand slid to her throat, thumb tilting her chin up.

“You want me to lose it, don’t you?”

“I—maybe.”

His eyes darkened.

“Then congratulations.”

He spun her around before she could react, bending her over the sink. She gasped, bracing herself on the edge as he yanked up her dress — no preamble, no hesitation. Just pure, possessive energy.

“I tried to be patient,” he muttered, dragging his hand down her spine. “Tried to let you play your little game. But you just had to push me.”

“Jaehyun—”

“Shut up,” he growled, yanking her panties to the side. “You don’t get to act like a brat and then pretend you don’t want this.”

She whimpered — hips wiggling just slightly. A challenge.

So he spanked her.

Hard.

The slap echoed in the bathroom, followed by her muffled moan as her hands clenched the edge of the sink.

“I’ll make sure everyone in that club knows who you belong to,” he whispered against her ear. “Even if they never see it.”

Then he pushed into her — slow, punishingly deep — until she was gasping and arching and biting her lip to keep from moaning too loud.

Jaehyun didn’t hold back.

He set a brutal rhythm, fucking into her with possessive precision, each thrust angled perfectly to make her cry out.

One hand tangled in her hair, yanking her head back, the other snaked around her waist to choke her gently — thumb pressing right under her jawline.

“You like being used like this?” he hissed. “Bent over a dirty sink like a slut?”

“Y-Yes—fuck—”

“You gonna flirt with another guy again?”

She laughed through a moan — bratty to the end. “Only if you watch.”

He growled and slammed into her harder, one hand smacking her ass again, the other gripping her throat tighter.

“You’re gonna pay for that later.”

“P-Promise?”

He fucked her until her legs gave out, until her moans turned into broken little gasps, until her mascara started to smear from the tears she didn’t even notice.

And when she finally came — hard, shaking, back arched like a bow — Jaehyun followed right behind, spilling into her with a groan that sounded like her name.

They stayed like that for a moment — panting, pressed together, sweaty and flushed — the scent of sex thick in the air.

Finally, he pulled back, fixing her dress and kissing her neck.

“You okay?”

She turned, breathless, eyes blown wide. “I want a round two.”

He smirked. “Back to the apartment.”

“No,” she whispered, tugging him down by the collar.

“I meant in the stall.”

The door to the stall slammed shut behind them, barely catching on the lock before Y/N was already on her knees — dress rumpled, pupils blown wide, lips parted in that wrecked little smile that made Jaehyun twitch.

“You’re getting way too good at that,” he muttered, looking down at her. “Dropping like that without me saying a word?”

She just smirked, fingers curling around his waistband as she undid his jeans, slow and teasing. “You didn’t need to say it.”

Jaehyun hissed between his teeth as she pulled him out, her hand wrapping around his cock like it was second nature by now. And maybe it was.

“You’re already so hard,” she murmured, tongue sliding out to trace his tip. “You like me like this, don’t you?”

He stared down at her, hand threading into her hair. “I like you better when your mouth’s full.”

She grinned — brat — and took him in, slow at first, letting her lips stretch around him, letting him feel every inch. Her hands held him at the base, stroking where her mouth couldn’t reach yet, and soon she was bobbing her head, taking more and more, tongue swirling, moaning around him.

And fuck, that sound…

His hips jerked forward instinctively.

But then he saw it.

Her other hand.

Slipped under her dress. Between her legs. Fingers buried where he should be.

“Y/N,” he growled.

She stilled — mouth still full, eyes flicking up to meet his.

“What do you think you’re doing?” His voice dropped, dangerous. “Did I say you could touch yourself?”

She whimpered around him, lips tightening, but she didn’t move her hand.

He stepped forward, forcing her to take more of him, groaning when she gagged just slightly, those wet, obscene noises echoing off the tile.

Then his leg moved between hers, spreading her wider.

“I said—” his hand fisted in her hair, yanking her off him, spit dripping from her lips “—did I fucking say you could touch yourself?”

“N-No,” she whispered, breathless.

“So what the fuck are you doing?”

She opened her mouth to answer but he was already dragging her up by her hair and spinning her, slamming her back into the stall door.

“You wanna act like a slut?” he muttered. “Then I’ll treat you like one.”

He didn’t wait.

He shoved into her in one hard, punishing thrust that made her eyes roll back. His hand clamped over her mouth to muffle the scream, his other hand slipping under her thigh to hook it around his hip and keep her wide open for him.

He fucked her hard — rough, deep, possessive. Every thrust shoved her into the door, the stall rattling with every slap of skin on skin. His palm came down on her ass in sharp smacks that echoed louder than her moans.

“You like this?” he panted. “Getting used like a toy in some filthy club stall?”

She moaned, clawing at his back.

“What was that?” he taunted. “Didn’t hear you.”

“Yes—yes, daddy—”

He growled, fucking her even deeper, sweat dripping down his temple.

Her body clenched — tight, fluttering — and just when she was about to fall over the edge—

He stopped.

Pulled out.

Her whine was immediate, high and needy.

“What the fuck—Jaehyun—!”

“You don’t deserve to cum,” he said simply. “Not yet.”

She sobbed — bratty and ruined — but he flipped her again, bending her over the toilet tank this time, fucking her from behind at a new angle that had her shaking almost instantly.

Then the phone in her purse started ringing.

They both paused for half a second — then Jaehyun’s grin turned vicious.

“Answer it.”

“What—?”

“Answer the fucking phone.”

She fumbled for it with shaking fingers, not even checking the caller ID.

“H-Hello?”

“Hey, it’s Johnny,” came the casual voice on the other end. “I was thinking we should hit up that new rooftop bar next week. You down?”

She tried to breathe. Tried to speak.

Jaehyun grabbed her hips and slammed into her hard, making her lurch forward with a muffled cry.

“Y/N?” Johnny asked. “You good?”

She bit her lip hard, trying to speak through the moan threatening to rip out of her throat. “Y-Yeah, I—mhm—‘m good, just—um—club’s really loud.”

Jaehyun’s hand snaked around to rub slow, brutal circles against her clit.

She whimpered.

“Oh,” Johnny said, clearly pausing. “…should I call back later?”

Jaehyun leaned down, whispering into her ear loud enough to be heard: “Go on. Moan for him, princess.”

She couldn’t help it.

She slipped — loud and sharp and filthy.

“Oh fuck—”

Silence on the line.

Then Johnny’s voice, tight. “Yeah. Uh. Definitely calling back later.”

Click.

The line went dead.

⸻

Johnny’s POV

He stared at the screen for a second, blinking.

Across the table, his friends were still chatting, laughing over drinks.

“You good?” one of them asked, noticing his expression.

Johnny cleared his throat, cheeks flushed red. “Y-Yeah. Just… think I called at a weird time.”

He shoved his phone into his pocket and picked up his drink again, but his mind was definitely not on the conversation anymore.

All he could hear was her voice in his head.

That moan.

Fuck.

⸻

Back to Jaehyun

“Oh?” Jaehyun murmured, thrusting slow and deep now, cock dragging against every sensitive spot. “You clenched so hard when he was on the phone.”

She moaned, wrecked.

“You like being fucked while someone’s listening?”

She nodded.

He laughed — low and dangerous. “Maybe you’d like getting fucked while someone watches too.”

She gasped — and clenched again.

“Oh my god,” he grinned. “You’re such a slut.”

Then he leaned down, lips at her ear.

“Maybe I should invite Johnny next time.”

She moaned — high and needy.

“You’d like that, huh?” he growled. “Two cocks instead of one? One in your mouth, one in your pussy? Letting him see how dumb you get when I fuck you like this?”

She nodded again, panting. “P-Please—daddy—”

“Maybe he’d let me cum,” she teased through a moan. “You’re so mean—”

His hand flew to her throat.

“You wanna come?” he hissed, slamming into her. “Then beg for it.”

She whimpered.

“Beg like a good little slut. Or I’ll keep edging you until you cry.”

Her breath came in ragged gasps, thighs trembling, cheek pressed against the cold stall door as Jaehyun’s grip tightened around her throat. Not enough to hurt — not really — but just enough to remind her who she belonged to.

His cock was buried deep inside her, dragging slow, punishing thrusts that had her clenching and fluttering with every drag. She was so close — could feel the edge of it, hot and prickling and just out of reach.

But he wasn’t giving it to her.

Not yet.

“Go on,” he murmured against her ear, breath hot. “You were talking real bold a second ago.”

She whimpered, squirming under him.

“You said maybe Johnny would let you cum.” His voice dropped, dangerous. “You still think that?”

She shook her head quickly, mouth falling open with a gasped moan when he snapped his hips forward again, hitting that spot that made her knees nearly buckle.

“Then beg.”

“I—daddy—please,” she whispered. “Please let me cum, I need it—”

“Not good enough.” His hand slid between her legs, rubbing circles over her soaked clit, fast and firm and mean. “You can do better than that.”

She sobbed, writhing under his grip.

“Please, daddy,” she choked out. “I’ll be good, I swear—don’t wanna be a brat anymore—just wanna cum—please—”

“Say what you are.”

“I’m your slut,” she gasped. “I’m your filthy little slut and I don’t wanna cum unless you say I can—”

His hand slammed over her mouth just in time as he rammed into her — hard, punishing, each thrust stealing air from her lungs.

“Now,” he growled. “Cum for me. Loud.”

She shattered.

Her scream was lost in his palm, her whole body convulsing around him, legs giving out as her orgasm hit her like a truck. Her walls clamped around him so tight he groaned into her neck, hips stuttering as she milked every drop of sensation from him.

But he didn’t stop.

Not even close.

He pulled her back up, arms wrapped around her waist from behind, holding her flush to his chest while he kept fucking her through it, her body twitching and oversensitive.

“You thought we were done?” he rasped. “I’m not finished with you yet.”

She whimpered, head falling back against his shoulder.

“You begged so pretty for that one,” he said, voice low and smug. “Let’s see how long you last now.”

He brought her to the edge again.

And again.

⸻

She didn’t know how long it had been. Minutes? Hours? Time had dissolved into a haze of overstimulation and gasped breaths, of rough hands and soft kisses and bruising thrusts that made her see stars.

Eventually, Jaehyun finally pulled out, chest heaving, watching her collapse against the door with her dress riding up, thighs shaking, lipstick smeared across her cheek.

“Fuck,” he muttered, bending to kiss the base of her spine. “You look ruined.”

“I am ruined,” she mumbled, barely able to lift her head.

He laughed, soft but smug, and kissed her shoulder. “Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

A/N: SHESH that was intense… i didn’t really expect it to go this far but i just went with the flow🥸 what do you guys think- yall want me to end it here or have a part 2 with a potential invite to johnny…👁️👄👁️

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yunsound · 3 months ago

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The Third Installment to the Oubing Saga- Yunbing

PRIOR EXPERIENCE NEEDED!

Entry ticket: reading this post and acknowledging that the following is about to be 18+. No, I'm not writing anything explicit, but it's going to be some mentions of sex. Move on.

After finishing Ne Zha 2025 (or the 2019 version if you're a real one), did you feel overcome by the gayness? Did you wonder why the fuck anyone would ever look at their best friend like that? Did shoujo anime music start playing in the back of your head?

...yeah you're not alone.

As previously mentioned, Oubing is currently China's biggest fandom ship (I stay hopeful that this wave of hype will last longer than it did in 2019). I also trust that you all understand why that is.

Seriously, I've never seen any piece of Chinese media except for straight up BL THIS gay.

Let's count on one hand how many BL tropes these movies include.

Red/blue

Soulmates

Only friend

Enemies to lovers

Friends to lovers

Oh oops, we ran out of fingers! Next hand.

Friends to enemies to friends to lovers

Forbidden romance

Demon x angel

Two halves of one... thing

...bondage? I suppose? If you know you know THE scene.

Oh wow look at that we ran out of fingers again. MOVING ON TO THE NEXT HAND-

Okay, I'll stop here. All of this makes Oubing technically a very vanilla ship (ignore the bondage that's mostly a joke. Though you WILL see a lot of art involving Ne Zha's red sash in... different usages) and very sweet. Pure love, I suppose.

Do you know about Shangmei Oubing, a variation on Oubing featuring different adaptations of Ne Zha and Ao Bing? Well now you do. Read this post to figure out what I'm talking about.

If there's a spectrum of the wholesome-ness of Oubing ships, Shangmei Oubing is in the middle. Yes, it's very toxic, but technically Ne Zha does really love Ao Bing a lot, just in the wrong ways.

On the OPPOSITE end of that spectrum, we have Yunbing.

Yunbing is the ship between Ne Zha and Ao Bing from the 2021 movie New Gods Reborn: Ne Zha. The movie itself is on Netflix- it's kind of a mid movie, I'm NGL, but the animation is pretty good.

I haven't watched the whole movie (how do I know it's mid? Because I saw some clips and they made me sigh out loud) so I'm maybe not the most reliable critic, but it's just not peak storytelling, okay?

Yunbing is 80% made TF up (headcanon ships are the best ships) because in the movies they hate each other, like TRUE hate, not gay hate. I'm talking GENERATIONAL hating.

If you ignore canon, though, (my favourite thing to do), you are left with Yunbing, which is honestly really fucking yummy.

Here's a quick overview of the background and dynamic of the ship/movie/characters without spoiling the plot of the movie.

The main character of the movie is called Li Yunxiang (remember that Ne Zha's dad is Li Jing, so technically his full name is Li Nezha prior to him fucking himself up via sashimi-ing his flesh from his bones).

Li Yunxiang is the reincarnation of Ne Zha in a modern setting in the fictional East Sea City (Donghai City). He doesn't know or remember being Ne Zha. He works as a deliveryman I think, or a smuggler or something low-paying and dangerous I think.

In East Sea City, water is in shortage due to the Dragon Clan (now a rich family business) hoarding it. The third son of this Dragon Clan (his name is De San) is, you guessed it, the reincarnated Ao Bing.

Actually I'm not sure if he's reincarnated or if he's just been here the whole time hating.

De San, unlike our polite nice Ao Bing from Ne Zha 2019/2025, or the terrified victim Ao Bing from Shangmei, is a huge bitch. He's also a girlfailure. He's not some mass-murdering psychopath, but he's a spoiled rich brat who lives and breathes capitalism and privilege.

Look at his stupid face. Isn't he punchable? No, despite the blonde hair, the director has confirmed he isn't mixed or foreign, he's just an idiot who bleached his hair.

He was supposed to be some sort of dominant playboy daddy character but the entire nation of China just immediately saw the potential for girlfailure brat bottom and I guess that's where my brain went too.

After Ne Zha pulled his tendons out, his dad paid some SERIOUS money to make him a mechanical tendon. Let me tell you I don't know why but this shot of his metal spine is SO fucking sexy

Sorry for thirsting on main, IDK what it is but it's getting to me.

De San still wants revenge on Ne Zha for pulling his fucking tendons out so he spends like 10000 hours trying his very best to kick Li Yunxiang's (confused) ass and never manages to get there, it's so funny.

See, the main reason this ship is so delicious is the dynamic, not their interactions because this is ACTUAL hate, I'm talking they'd kill each other in an instant with NO hesitation. The sexual tension is through the roof. Okay, they're both straight, but you DON'T HAVE TO BELIEVE IN THAT DOCTRINE.

Mild spoiler alert!

There's a scene in which Li Yunxiang gets one over De San by making him crash his car. As De San goes flying out of the car in intense pain, he glances over at Yunxiang, who's looking back at him.

Instead of giving him a middle finger or a thumbs down, Yunxiang fucking gives him a finger heart. IK it's supposed to be mocking but it's so funny, especially the BLATANT rage on De San's face afterwards.

The appeal of this ship is just the hate sex. This is a ship 100% meant for gooners, if you'd prefer sweet vanilla hand-holding and blushing you probably want to go back to regular Oubing.

Why does De San have such pillow princess potential? First of all, look at him. What the fuck is that waist to shoulder to leg ratio?

Second, in the Cantonese dub, he calls his father (Ao Guang) "daddy" (in English btw). Sorry, what? You are a twenty-something year old fully grown man. It is fairly common for rich Cantonese people to call their father daddy (according to my rich Cantonese friend) but it's a little much.

Third, he's such a failure it's hilarious. Spoiler alert: there's a whole scene in which his father calls him a failure and he's like "wait what". He's kind of dumb and pathetic despite being arrogant and proud.

Very princess-like. Chinese version of Drarry, basically. They also both really like cars! TBH if they weren't Ao Bing and Ne Zha's reincarnations they'd probably be really good friends.

Generations of hating each other is such gay behaviour, WHY is that other man on your mind over thousands of years??

Some of the popular headcanons for Yunbing:

Yunxiang calls De San "third princess" or "princess" because he's such a... princess

In the middle of like, fistfighting each other they somehow transition to having sex without knowing how

De San slaps Yunxiang in the face and he's like "on the other side too"

"Only I can be the one to kill him, fuck off!" *surprised look* "No that's not what I meant-"

Inappropriate usage of the metal spine (which is probably more sensitive and delicate...?)

I recommend, if you're looking for Oubing content (of the decidedly not workplace friendly variety) and if you like ENEMIES to lovers (emphasis on the enemies part) that you go through the AO3 Yunbing tag (云冰, I'll link the AO3 tag here directly).

If you want recs please ask me, I am so passionate about all three iterations of Oubing.

To quote a XHS user:

Oubing: Pure love

Shangmei Oubing: Pure fear

Yunbing: Pure hate

#ao bing #ne zha #nezha 2019 #nezha 2025 #chinese animation #ne zha 2 #chinese #yunbing #new gods nezha reborn #ship dynamics #im sorry that waist labels him a TWINK #points finger: i want that man OBLITERATED

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elliesspacewalker · 1 year ago

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Hii

I was wondering if it was possible to do: trans! Ellie and the reader sleeping together but Ellie has an erotic dream, so the reader wakes up because she feels that she has a hard-on :)

This is legit the hottest shit I think I have ever fucking heard ngl. Ofc!!

CW: 18+, transgender!Ellie, smut, fluff (comfort), mentions of a sex dream, best friend Ellie, lmk if I missed anything

You and Ellie had regular sleep overs on a Friday night- you had done this regularly since you both were kids.

It usually consisted of the both of you getting take-away like pizza, maccas- listening to music, playing video games and of course the usual high school gossip. You loved every second of it....

"did you hear about Maddie?" You cover your mouth as you try to eat and talk "what?" She giggles "did your mother never teach you it was rude to speak with your mouth full?" She teases, you push her shoulder slightly making her chuckle and swallow your food "shut up"

"no but seriously what happened?" her facial expression is more serious and she raises an eyebrow at you. fuck you could never take her seriously.

"her and her boyfriend broke up" her face drops and she starts laughing "knew it!" She laughs even louder, you take a look at your phone and check the time shit it's now 12:34AM "hey Els, it's getting late let's sleep" you close the pizza box and put it on her desk-

You get into your pjs in the bathroom and Ellie changes in her room, you make your way into her bed. Ellie's bed was always so comfy, with her dinosaur covered bed sheets.

Eventually you fall asleep, and so does Ellie. You don't know how much time has passed but you hear some low grunts coming from inside the room... You just assumed Ellie was getting more comfortable in bed.

Ellie on the other hand was having the dream of her life, she had a vivid image of a really fucking hot girl on top of her with her tits in Ellie's mouth, slowly lapping at the girls nipple- Ellie moved her body towards yours and her grunts turned into pathetic little moans as her dream got more and more intense.

You felt something hard push up against your leg, you opened your eyes and slightly moved away-

"ellie?" You almost whispered, she was a heavy sleeper we all know this, so obviously she didn't hear you too well "Ellie!" You say louder and it finally snaps her out of her sleep.

"hmm?" She whimpered, opening her eyes and looking down and noticing her hard dick "fuck, I don't-" her eyes worried as she looks at you, she looks like she wants to kill herself- you didn't say anything, you knew it was normal but you were just shocked....

"I'm so sorry" she says, sitting up and her cock just so fucking hard, she looks at it and looks at you, her eyes slightly swell up with tears. "Ellie, babe it's okay, just shocked me that's all" you comfort her, and she tucks it in her waistband....

"i don't know how that happened I'm sorry"

"it's okay, I promise" you giggle "you can't control it, it's fine I promise" she smiles at you, she was obviously still upset but didn't expect for what you were about to say next.

"want me to help?"

A/n: enjoyyyyy!!

#ellie the last of us #ellie williams #ellie x fem reader #ellie x reader #the last of us #ellie x y/n #ellie tlou #ellie x you #trans!ellie #transgender ellie #ellie smut #tlou ellie #tlou2 #ellie williams x you #ellie williams smut #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams tlou #ellie williams x female reader

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laceymorganwrites · 21 days ago

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Calling you mommy for the first time - Wind Breaker

A/N: manga spoilers because I can´t help myself-

PSA: um so idk if you knew but WB is genuinely the best thing ever and I wanna write so much more for it, so please I´m begging, send requests for headcanons and longer fics, I´m just happy to write again ngl (I have two Togame oneshots up on ao3 currently, same handle as here^^)

Sakura:

it happened before you two even got together, let alone confess

your relationship is very special, it´s not inherently romantic, not even platonic at first, you just sort of skipped all of that

but at the same time there´s always this hesitation in him that´s just something you have to accept

he´s so used to rejection at this point he genuinely cannot fathom building meaningful connections

he does want to but he can´t admit it to himself just because he´s scared of his own weakness and the fact that others could see it as well

you got involved in the Furin friend group per happenchance, it just kind of happened

you viewed it as casual, you liked hanging out with everyone but didn´t have that air or seriousness around you that the others had, Sakura felt safe with you immediately because of that

because to him you were just as guarded as he was, that meant no risk of exploitation or disappointment from you

it wasn´t weird to him that the two of you started hanging out alone, again it just happened naturally

he didn´t feel pressured by you at all

Sakura never talks about himself or his past, but it´s obvious he wants to try with you

you´ve felt very protective over him from the second you met and he...he revelled in it

there were no expectations, you just enjoyed each others company, sometimes he talked a lot, sometimes not at all, sometimes you laughed together, other times he let you hold him until he fell asleep

you were the one of the only people he allowed to see him at his lowest

Sakura didn´t get sick often, but when he did it was bad

it was one of those times where you slept over at his place (being the only person allowed to do so at all)

you had a tendency to watch over him when he slept, feverishly and restlessly

in those nights you usually let him lay his head in your lap and wait for him to fall asleep, playing with his hair

tonight you just got up to get some water for him when you heard him whine quietly

it definitely made you pause because he never was needy like that, he still had trouble expressing his feelings

as you walked into the room you saw Sakura sitting up, still half asleep, he had his arm stretched out towards you

´mommy...leave...don´t leave....´

it was said in delirium but it touched you deeply despite that

it showed you not only that it was okay for you to care about him in this way, but that he cared about you as well

that moment definitely was the catalyst of you two getting together officially

Sugishita:

oh boy

he´s not really the relationship type, he does get crushes but never approaches them, it´s too annoying, too much hassle

and it was even more annoying whenever someone approached him, he just wasn´t a people person besides Umemiya and Sakura (begrudingly)

he didn´t like talking, he didn´t like listening either, mostly he just wanted to be left alone

Umemiya introduced the two of you, thinking you´d get along

Ume and you have been friends ever since you met, you and him were one of the oldest kids back at the group home you grew up in

the two of you always had been very caring and nurturing by nature, and that´s exactly what Sugishita needed

he enjoyed his simple life with his grandparents, the coziness, the warmth

with Umemiya he felt purpose for the first time, this unwavering loyalty and his acceptance of his own strength

the first thing you told him when you met was to stop hunching so much, it was bad for his posture

the glare he gave you immediately turned into one of a mix of hesitation and embarrassment, he wasn´t used to walking normally anymore, his height being one of the biggest nuisances in his life

he didn´t like how easy it was being around you, how he trusted you almost at once

Sugishita wasn´t shy when it came to romance or anything related to it, he just didn´t think it was for him, or more like he didn´t fit into the boxes that people made up

his love language was gift giving and quality time

he enjoyed showing you his favorite little nooks and crannys of town, noticing the way your eyes lit up when you showed him something new

the trust between you built up slowly but very strongly, you fell for him first but he was close behind, still it was harder for him to process

he has never really been in love before, just a few crushes here and there and he never did anything about it, being too awkward about it all and never even bothering with it

he was grateful that you confessed first, he was grateful for you being so patient with him and taking the lead, for stealing his first kiss, for showing him intimacy in forms that weren´t just pure sex

Sugishita knew he was more submissive when it came to intimacy and he was glad that he could be safe enough to embrace that with you

´...wanna call you mommy...´

he mumbled, face beetred and embarrassed beyond belief, he never was good at voicing his own needs and desires but it just felt too good to be in your arms like that, how he just melted every time you gave him that special time reserved for him

Umemiya:

sweet baby, he feels immense guilt whenever he faces his inner feelings and desires

he feels ashamed of himself, not deeming himself worthy of any affection of that sort

he doesn´t like being the center of attention in that way

he has a lot to bear, the responsibility of looking out for and protecting everyone, his family, they all relied on him

but that was different, he didn´t think himself worthy of being someone´s partner, of being viewed in a romantic light

Ume is the type to fall fast, but never seriously, he doesn´t allow himself to

king of making up fake scenarios in his head

usually it´s girls who approach him first, asking for his number, trying to flirt

it´s always awkward to reject them and he feels bad afterwards every single time

and that´s when he met you, you took his breath away, so mesmerizingly beautiful that he almost ran into a wall (Hiragi had to literally grab him by the collar to stop him from impact)

Hiragi notices immediately what´s up and just tells Ume to ask for your number, but he hesitates

it´s only after Hiragi reassures him that no, he´s not a creep and that you can still say no and that no, it doesn´t make him too pushy, that he walks up to you

your first date is the very next day

he´s cute, polite, a gentleman, what´s not to love?

he does try to take the lead at first, because he thinks that´s what´s expected but when you officially get together he notices all the small gestures you do for him, the thoughtful gifts, your patience and mostly your kindness and warmth

he felt safe enough with you to talk about his past (granted that´s like way into your established relationship, he wanted to tell you earlier but held himself back)

he loves it when you two are out together and he gets to help you run errands, he´s always so giddy every time he gets to carry your groceries and such

mostly because he loves the praise you give him afterwards

´you´re always such a good boy for me, you know that?´

you smiled at him and he just lights up

he could live off your praise alone, that´s how much it positively affects him, he will literally beam the entire time

it takes a few seconds before he fully realizes the implications of what you just said and you just watch his face redden more with every instant

´doesn´t that mean...you...´

he starts, looking to his feet, then hesitates before he meets your eyes, still unsure but so fragile and sensitive in this moment

´mommy?´

he whispers in the sweetest tone imagineable, it´s so quiet, as if testing the word on his lips, he finds it suits him just fine, and you all the better, he wonders why he hasn´t started calling you that earlier

Togame:

contrary to popular belief he´s not a brat (even though by all logic he really should be one-)

he´s just overly playful

not big on relationships, he´ll date when he´s bored but it never lasts, he never wants it to

too much commitment, too much responsibility

he always leaves before anyone gets seriously hurt though

mostly he just dates because he thinks that´s what´s expected of him, most guys in Shishitoren have girlfriends so it´s weird if he doesn´t have one

it´s awkward whenever they all hang out and the others bring their partners and he´s just all alone

Jo hates feeling out of place, he hates it every time his differences come to light and he can´t escape them anymore

meeting you was the best and worst thing to happen to him

you asked him out first which already made him suspicious, he wasn´t really the social type and while he knew that girls found him attractive, the way you approached him was different

it was as if you had a goal, as if you already knew you could get everything you wanted

that confidence scared and intrigued him at the same time

he rejected you immediately, already knowing you would leave an impact on his life and he wasn´t really the type of guy to need that sort of greatness in his life

´why not? you scared you´re gonna catch feelings?´

you replied, not giving him a chance to back out, a challenge he didn´t know he needed in his life

´yeah...something like that´

he chuckled, scratching his head

it was scary how easily you read him but he appreciates it as well

he likes the no bullshit attitude you force him to adapt

for the first time he´s actually serious about a relationship and he can´t pinpoint why that is exactly

maybe it´s because you´re different but that´s not really it

it´s him who´s different now, finally ready for something more serious

maybe it´s because you´re so open with everything, you tell him how attractive he is every day, you always make time for him, you see through his bravado and support him on his bad days

it doesn´t make things easier that you´re so perfectly matched in everything, from humor to sexual preferences

Jo always thought him being submissive was just because he was lazy in bed, but with you it´s the opposite

he loves being spoiled so much and it´s embarrassing how readily he shows and expresses his gratitude, he´s a natural honestly

tries to be a brat sometimes but you can´t stay mad at him for too long because his puppy dog eyes are irresistible and he knows it

fast forward a few months into the suddenly turned very serious relationship he finally accepts it for what it is and stops trying to find ways out because he finally found his person

´looks like you´re stuck with me now, mommy´

Endo:

the clingiest motherfucker to ever exist

spoilt brat too

I actually don´t think he falls in love all that often, it only ever happens with very special people and then it´s all or nothing

we also know that he only falls in love after knowing someone for at least a bit and then the last straw is just one key moment with that person that ties him to them forever

being with him is definitely going to be a lot, it´s going to be chaotic, exciting and exhausting too

I don´t think he would involve you with anything that´s going on if you aren´t a part of it already, I think he´s very good at keeping things seperate

he finds a bunch of things interesting because he forces himself to, but nothing ever really lasts

he´s way beyond the point of actual desires, he doesn´t care too much about his own needs either, so used to being destructivly self sacrificing

at the same time he´s the type of guy to get your name tattooed after one date (granted it has to be an epic date)

after the fight he feels kind of lost somehow, one the one hand it feels freeing to have laid it all out there, to have reconciled with his past and feelings, but on the other hand he has nothing to focus on now, he has no real goals, he never thought about what to do after graduation

he asks his tattoo artist about jobs and he gets him one at the bar Kanji works at

he thought it would be hostile and awkward once he arrived but was super confused when Kanji just laughed, but it also intrigued him

it was like there was a joke he wasn´t let in on, he never really got that feeling of being out of the loop, usually so good at knowing what people wanted and thought, hence his boredom

but it all made sense when he saw you arrive for your shift

you knew who he was immediately and made it known, he didn´t even have the decency to hide his smirk when he saw your glare

you were the big sister of a Furin student and therefore knew his reputation and actions all too well, condeming every single one of them

you didn´t speak to him at all for a good month, not even about work related stuff, you let him be helpless as he started out at the bar

and Endo felt more excited than he had in a long time, it was different than with the others, it was different than what he was used to feeling

there definitely was arousal mixed in, he couldn´t deny that, you were his type after all, but it wasn´t just that, you were ignoring him, you had power over him

and whether you knew that or not, whether on purpose or not, he loved it, he leaned into it, he let you know subtly that he was okay with your attitude

then again, he always had been on the masochistic side, usually that came in the form of physical pain though

ignoring him and the snide remarks you made about him to others when he was present were new sensations, this realisation that to you he was nothing more than dirt beneath your feet, it excited him beyond belief

one night when you were closing up, you had a small moment of pity for him, he did do better already, he wasn´t just some guy who beat others up anymore, as far as you knew he didn´t bother the Furin kids anymore so maybe his time for atonement was over now

´good work today´

you mumbled begrudingly, already regretting it as soon as the words left your mouth

´mommy finally noticed me!´

he grinned widely, even moreso when he saw your disgusted reaction, but he knew this wouldn´t be your last interaction

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rosemariiaa · 7 months ago

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~A wish for us~

˖˙ ᰋ ── pairing: Paige x Azzi

˖˙ ᰋ ── rosie’s note: this was supposed to be released way earlier… sorry! I write it in a poem style, it felt better that way lol. surprise for blondies birthday!! was planning on doing angst ngl to y’all but i wanted to be nice! happy reading lovelies 💌

˖˙ ᰋ ── theme: fluff

enjoy!!!

Azzi leans against the doorframe,

watching as Paige steps into the room,

blue eyes sparkling with delight at the decorations—

purple balloons hanging in the air,

a vibrant celebration of another year,

another chance to love.

In her gaze, Azzi sees the look of love,

the kind that makes time stand still.

—

She remembers that morning,

both girls bare, wrapped in the white sheets,

sunlight pouring in,

Paige, a whirlwind of joy,

“Did you really do all this for me?”

Laughter spilling over, disbelief painted on her face,

the way her skin glowed in the light, radiating happiness.

“Of course,” Azzi replied, heart swelling,

as she presented the silver infinity necklace.

“Something special for someone special.”

Paige gasped, eyes wide,

“Is this really for me?”

Azzi nodded, feeling the moment wrap around them.

“I love you,” whispered against her lips,

a promise sealed with a kiss.

—

Later, as the day unfolds,

Azzi watches Paige bounce around the table with excitement,

but stops when a pout forms on her lips,

“Are you seriously taking all day to post for my birthday?”

Azzi chuckles, teasing, “Good things come to those who wait.”

“this is not funny Fudd.”

A playful grin spreads across Azzi’s face,

her heart fluttering at the sight.

When Azzi finally shares the post,

the heart she added isn’t their usual one—

just a pink heart, regular, dull, and definitely not them.

Paige stomps over, hands on her hips,

“Excuse me? You put the wrong heart!

Change it now!”

Azzi laughs, hands up in mock surrender,

“My bad, birthday girl, my bad.”

With a quick edit, the familiar heart returns,

and Paige beams, rushing to Azzi,

kissing her all over,

“Phew, much better! I knew you loved me.”

—

As the evening winds down,

the purple round cake sits before Paige, candles flickering,

and with a deep breath, she closes her eyes.

In that moment, a wish forms,

her heart whispering the words—

“I wish for a lifetime where I wake up next to her every day, where her smile is the first thing I see and her love is the constant I can count on. I wish for us, always.”

With a puff, the flames extinguish,

the room filled with soft applause and laughter.

“What’d you wish for?” Azzi leans in,

curious, teasing.

Paige smirks, “That’s not how it works, you know.”

But then, softening, she adds,

“Honestly? I wished for us—

that we’d always have this,

always find our way back to each other.”

Azzi’s heart swells,

the sincerity wrapping around them like a warm blanket.

Azzi leans in, voice tender,

“You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”

Paige’s eyes soften,

“I feel the same way.

You’ve transformed my life Az, I didn’t know that was even possible..

I didn’t know love could be and feel this safe, easy, good.”

“Neither did I,” Azzi confesses,

feeling lucky, feeling loved.

“In your eyes, I see my forever,” she thinks,

grateful for this moment, this life, this love.

—

The night brings quiet moments,

Paige’s voice soft, “You know, you’re such a good person.

You give so much. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Azzi feels her heart tighten,

Every word heavy with love,

binding them together in an unbreakable bond.

—

As they make love in the still decorated room,

every touch ignites a fire within,

a deep connection that feels infinite.

“I know there are many paths ahead,

but I choose you every time,”

Paige whispers, tracing circles on Azzi’s bare skin,

and Azzi knows—

this is home.

Together, they’ll face whatever comes,

hand in hand, heart to heart.

———-

rosie’s note: this was kind of short sorry 😣!! on another note i wanna wish paige a very happy birthday, that girl is definitely something, all 23 years of her but i love it and i love what she’s accomplished from highschool to now, ily P boogers 💌

tags: @thaatdigitaldiary @patscorner @mrsarnold @ohbueckers @sierrale8ne @absolutelydreadful @riyahtheballer @wbbgetsmewetter

#pazzi #uconn wbb #paige bueckers #azzi fudd #rosie fics #paige x azzi #rosie moots #gays #wlw #rosie’s works 🎧⋆｡ °⋆

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aleksatia · 2 months ago

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🎉 5,000 Likes?! What the hell you guys 😭🖤

I’ve only been here for a few weeks, still learning what the hell a dashboard even is — and somehow you’ve already:

➤ read my emotional damage ➤ screamed in the tags ➤ and made me feel like I’m writing for real, breathing people

So THANK YOU. Sincerely. For reading, reblogging, crying, and making me feel like I’m not screaming into the void.

Your reactions charge me up like a caffeine IV drip — seriously, it’s wild how much your support inspires me. There will be a longer fic (yes, yes, a maxi-story is coming 👀) There will be regular drabbles and one-shots.

And I’d absolutely love to hear your ideas — little scenarios, unhinged headcanons, painful “what if”s — if you ever wondered how the LaDS would react to X, you know where to find me 😌

To celebrate — here’s a chaotic little selection of tags and reblog comments that now live rent-free in my brain:

💋 "Show Me, Don’t Tell Me, or How good are you in sex?"

#i literally could not breathe when i read zayne's #you write them all so well like you have their characters down SO well #absolutely fantastic i love it here #the sylus one is driving me up the WALL #IM BANGING THE WALLS OF MY ENCLOSURE #wish i was banging him instead #WHO SAID THAT??!!

💦 "All That Steam and Nowhere to Run"

#holy shiiiiit #laughing a little at Caleb b/c of the frantically doing pushups thing #Sylus walking right into the shower fully clothed and hungry tho??? oh baby

☕🚗💥 "Best Dad Ever: Maybe Not While I’m Driving??"

"Rafayel and Caleb oh they both have my heart. My unhinge hubbies" "insane lev is" "The dramatic reactions lol" "Zayne nearly lost it for a sec (perfectly reasonable reaction tho). I love him sm"

#bbg why are you acting like ur the one giving birth #yknow not that i mind but uh.....#maybe do the announcmeent when you arent in a moving vehicle 😂 #id be terrified to see my life flash before my eyes 5 x #rafs was SO ON POINT #ahhhhh ok i needed that laugh 😂😂😂😂😂

💥 “Six Days and One Heart Too Late”

"WHY IS XAVIER’S SO ANGSTY I AM FREAKING GRIEVING LIKE A WOMAN WHO LOST HER HUSBAND IN A WAR" "Ngl. Rafayel's part had me on a rollercoaster of emotions. God Angry sex les go" "THE RAFAYEL ONE IM CRYING OMG THESE WERE ALL SO GOOD😭😭😭😭😭" "This… THIS IS A MASTERPIECE!!!!!" "Zayne’s broke me heart just a little" "this hit different gosh😭" "OH YOU COOKED"

#xaviers one is so fire omfg thank u delicious angst #i think i need an extended version of sylus' man #AND ZAYNE'S COME ON #PAINFUL orz #the Xavier one especially like goddamn okay Mr Ice Prince #time to lay down #daaaaaamn #OMG THESE WERE SOOOOO GOOD ???? #literally kicking my feet and giggling ugh the TENSION #✨immaculate✨ #XAVIE BABY COME BACK WTF #this is a good one even if youre not a big lads person :) #XAVIER?!?!!NOOOOOOOOOOO #chefs kiss

💔🤫 "Xavier - Six Days of Silence"

"WAAAAAAAH IM CRYING THANK YO U SO MUCH THIS IS PERFECT 😭😭😭😭😭 THIS IS ABSOLUTELY PERFECT !!!"

#this has fueled my will to live thank u #you dont know how much i love this #seriously i’m in love #CRYING BAWLING SOBBING #XAVIERRR #this fucked me up dude #oh my god #XAVIERRRRR :( #whimpers #i LOVED this #this was so fucking good #obsessed #well and truly obsessed

💔🕯️🥀 "After You, There Was Nothing"

#screaming crying throwing upppppppp #MC NEEDS TO APOLOGIZE TO THESE MEN RIGHT NOW #I am heartbroken my gods #i swear everyone on my dash is dipping into the angst juice #DO YOU KNOW HOW WRECKED CALEB AND ZAYNE MADE ME #oh lord dont even get me started on sylus #he cant even look at music the same way anymore and he ADORES it 😭😭😭😭 #im dead #GOD it keeps getting worse and worse and worse and WORSE #GOD I LOVE THIS BUT I HATE IT SO MUCH #shattered my soul

#5000 likes #tumblr milestone #thank you #love and deepspace #storytelling #fanfic #fanfiction #lads caleb #lads rafayel #lads xavier #lads sylus #lads zayne

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chochuuya · 2 years ago

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his muse.

fashion designer mitsuya x reader

disclaimers: slight angst, tension, lots of back and forth.. possessive mitsuya yup yup |･ω･)

word count: 685

“why?” mitsuya asks, not looking up from his sewing machine. “you’re my model. i’m not fighting for your time with another man (y/n).”

he’s always had an obsession with beautiful things. you’re no exception, so you can’t leave him.

all of his designs are catered to you. when he sees you smile, or hears you laugh, he’s already sketching another. he shuts the machine off, looking at you.

“do you not like the clothes i make anymore?” he asks, brows furrowing. because why else would you leave?

you chew your bottom lip as you fidget on your hands. it’s always nerve wracking to talk to mitsuya when he’s tense.

“it’s nothing like that, takashi. trust me, your designs are par to none! it’s just that.. i want to dress more and for others too? i am still your model, yes but i’m just signing up for more houses.”

he frowns.

“my designs are for you and you alone. we established this (y/n).”

you know mitsuya is stubborn, and once he gets an idea into his head, it doesn’t budge easily. he takes his designs seriously and doesn’t like to see his models modelling for other designers. the thought of you modelling for anyone else makes him feel jealous and angry, and he struggles to mask it.

you shake your head in protest.

“takashi. of course you had and have support me enough up to this point, but i just thought i could get more experience if i get myself out there more you know?” you reasoned.

“you don’t need to get more experience, you’re perfect!” he exclaims with eyes pleading.

“my designs are made with you in mind (y/n), and they look best on you! the other designers won’t be able to replicate my work. they’ll probably mess it all up.” mitsuya continues, “you could ruin your reputation modelling for someone else, no one would want your image on their projects anymore!”

he stops, breathless for a few seconds.

“you’re my muse..” he says quietly. “you’re all i’ve got, don’t you see that?”

you sighed in defeat.

“how am i supposed to grow as a model when i’m not getting out of my comfort zone, takashi? i admire you and your talented quality crafts but please, try to understand me!”

he glares at you, anger in his eyes.

“i don’t want you to grow, (y/n)!" he shouts.

“i want you to be mine and only mine. if you can't understand that then- then-" he stops himself before he gets too carried away.

“i understand that you have your own goals and aspirations but i’d rather you keep me in mind too.”

he steps back, breathing rapidly.

“i’m sorry, i- i shouldn’t have yelled.” he pauses, trying to get ahold of his emotions.

“you have other models too, mitsuya..”

“but i want you to be my main model.” he says, a hint of pleading in his voice.

“you’re my best, and i can help you far better than anyone else ever could. you’re my muse and inspiration. i just- i don’t want that to change.” he added.

you thought of what he said so, there was silence for a mere moment before you break the ice.

“there’s something else you’re not telling me. i know you.” you said with your arms crossed.

he narrows his eyes at you, not liking being accused of hiding something.

“and what do you think that is?” mitsuya asks icily. he wants to hear what you think it is, but won’t admit it just yet.

“i don’t know. you tell me.”

mitsuya is silent for a moment, debating over whether or not to let you in on his secret. his eyes scan your face, trying to gauge your trustworthiness. you’d never betrayed his trust before, so why not now?

finally, he speaks, his voice softer.

“i didn’t want to tell you because i knew you’d be upset. but... i’m in love with you (y/n)." mitsuya says quietly, looking at you.

“i’ve been in love with you for years.”

...

maybe hakkai and yuzuha should come by another day.

please do not steal, copy, translate, repost to other sites or claim my writings as your own. plagiarism is real!

ngl that one panel where he fixes takemichi's suit is just *nosebleeds* (＿＿*) anyway, i hope you like this one! reblogs & likes are vv appreciated ♡

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ssivinee · 10 months ago

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❥ 𝙳𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝙺𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚜

Non-idol! Shin Yuna x Athletic! F reader x Non-idol! Kim Minjeong: (University AU) Yuna is known for being the queen bee at school, while you seem to be her one-sided prized possession. This quickly changes Yuna’s mind when Minjeong seemingly takes her spotlight from you.

Word Count: 3.2 k

Author's Note: SURPRISE GIRLY POPS... it's in caps cause I miss it here, ngl. Anywayyyyy, I'll probably be sleeping by the time this is released, but I seriously hope you all enjoy this after I've been away for so long🥹. Just remember, this is all fiction! OH, OH, and read the notes at the end, please!

On a typical Monday at the University, Shin Yuna, the campus queen, walked into her first class. She finds her friends on the left side of the large lecture hall, and she waves to them.

"Hey girlie," her best friend, Yeji, greets her with a hug. "So what’d I miss today?" Asking about the latest tea since Yuna starts her Mondays later than the other girls.

As the girls began gossiping, another group of girls began walking in, all of them tall. It was some of the girls on their school's basketball team were Yunjin, Kazuha, Aisha, Chaeyoung, and their captain Y/n.

While coming in, each girl held iced coffee in one hand and their duffle bags on the other shoulder. This made Yuna perk up at the presence of her long-time crush. From Y/n's peripheral view, she saw Yuna staring, which gave her a faint smile, which caused the girl to wave at her flirtatiously.

Yuna's friends notice and giggle at her usual antics. "I'll never understand why you won't ask the girl out. I know you preferred to be asked out, but c'mon," Lia tells her, and Yuna just smirks.

"Stand up, girlie," Ryujin jokes and laughs at the girl's bad mood. Yuna flails her hands lightly. "Don't worry; no one would dare try taking her away from me, and besides, I know how to get her attention."

"Sure you do," Chaeryeong says with much sarcasm. "Look, you know she only pays attention to you when you talk to her, and that's not even 50% of the time."

"Doesn't matter. I know how to get what I want."

The basketball team gathered in the school gym after classes, heading to the locker room to change. As they finished up, Yuna and her posse strolled in to watch, as was their usual routine. Almost on cue, Y/N emerged, dressed in a tight white tank top, purple basketball shorts, dark grey basketball shoes, and a messy bun.

Yuna, always forthright about her feelings, couldn't deny the effect watching Y/N practice had on her. She often wondered how she'd manage to keep her composure if they were ever alone in the gym.

"Yuna's here again, man," Aisha noted, nudging the captain, who acknowledged with a knowing look.

"Just ask her out already," Yunjin chimed in, giving Y/N a supportive pat on the back.

"I barely know her, dude. Besides, I'd want to be friends first before dating anyone. Yuna and I are like... acquaintance level," Y/N replied, shrugging off the suggestion but feeling the subtle tension in the air.

"Shhh, don't say that out loud. You'd break her heart," Chaeyoung jokes in a whisper tone. "I'd straight up tell her to be friends first. I like slow and steady relationships, not one I jump into."

"Preach, girl," Kazuha says as they high-five. "Alright, chop, chop, girls. Stretch, then drills, and practice defense today. We have a game coming up at the end of the week, and we need to be ready." Your husky voice echoed throughout the entire gym.

"God, she's so sexy, ugh~." Yuna was almost always sexually frustrated whenever she had her eyes on you. "What if you get her a drink, girly?" Chaeryeong suggested, and as if Yuna had a light bulb flicker, she goes out to a vending machine to buy a small blue Gatorade.

After 2 hours of practice, Yuna stayed behind as her girls left, and amongst the sea of athletes leaving the locker room, she found Y/n.

"Hey," Yuna greets her softly, "Oh, Yuna, what's up?" "I wanted to give this to you during practice, but I was kinda distracted. Sorry," She hands over the drink, making Y/n raise a brow. "Distracted from what?"

"I can't say," Yuna bites her lips with a lingering flirty tone. "Uhuh, right," Y/n says, catching on very quickly, "Thanks, though. This is my favorite drink."

She keeps the drink in her bag, "Sorry to cut this conversation super short, but I have to make it home by 6, so I really have to get going." Before the captain could even take a step, Yuna gave her a quick hug, shocking her a little. "See you tomorrow."

"Yeah, see you."

The next day, Yuna was late to her classes due to her oversleeping. In her own words, 'I'm already late, so why rush?' When she makes her way the to the classroom, she finds her group of friends some what mumbling to each other.

"What's going on?"

The group stops and goes silent while looking at Yuna, scared of what's to come. "We have to tell you something, but you can't be mad, okay?"

"Sure," Yuna drags out suspiciously. "Well, Principle Jinyoung asked some students to show newcomers around, and Y/n was one of them, and we heard one of them has been getting kinda close with her."

...

"What?"

As Yuna was about to throw the biggest fit, Y/n was almost across the campus as she ended the tour of the new pair of students. Their names where Kim Minjeong and Kim Chaewon, the two were cousins. Y/n couldn't deny the two girls were attractive, but Minjeong's personality was drawing her in.

The jokes, random noises and faces, the care for her cousin, her mannerisms, everything put a genuine smile on Y/n's face. "I've been meaning to ask, do you guys have a cheer team? We wanted to try out."

"Uh, we do, and I believe tryouts are today since they're using the gym, but you should check with the cheer captain," Y/n tells them.

It was tryout time for the cheer squad, and as the team prepared, Minjeong and Chaewon stood among the lineup of eager teens. While Chaewon looked visibly anxious, Minjeong wore a confident expression, her smile radiating cheerfulness.

The cheer team entered the gym in full uniform, the last girl, presumably the captain, holding a clipboard with an air of authority. Standing in the center, she scanned each student with a critical eye, then began pointing. "You, you, you, and you. Leave, please. You're not making the cut. Thank you," she finished with a snarky tone that took the cousins by surprise. They hadn’t expected such bluntness.

"Now that I actually like what I see, let me start by introducing myself. My name is Shin Yuna, and I’m the team captain. This is the vice-captain, Hwang Yeji," she announced, motioning to the girl beside her.

"When we call your name, you will start immediately," Yuna continued, taking a seat behind the table along with the rest of the team. She began calling names, about 17 within the span of 10 minutes. Minjeong, keeping count, noted that around 9 people remained. Yuna was ruthless in her judgments, offering no second chances. A single mistake meant immediate dismissal.

"Look, as much as we need girls, there are only three spots open, and I need perfection. If you think you can't give that... well, leave now," Yuna declared, her tone leaving no room for negotiation.

Minjeong watched as four more students left, two girls and two boys, one of them on the verge of tears. She exchanged a determined look with Chaewon, her resolve only strengthening.

"And then there were five," one of the cheerleaders remarked mockingly.

"Kim Minjeong," Yuna called, her voice echoing through the gym.

She goes up into position, which Yuna considers, "she doesn't seem nervous, huh?" Ryujin asks, and Yuna smirks. She liked this girl already. On time, Y/n walks out of the small gym, into the main one, and stands on the far corner, making sure she isn't seen or noticed by anyone.

Y/n had decided to watch in support since their practice was cut short today. Her eyes travel to ,Minjeong who changed her outfit into a pair of black leggings and a light blue crop halter-neck tank top. Y/n's eyes couldn't help but roam around. Minjeong was beautiful, and the new attire accentuated her body.

When the music began Minjeong made sure to keep eye contact and perfect poise. Needless to say, she aced the dance and ends with a cocky pose.

This led the team to clap for her with smiles. "See, that's what I need to see!"

Minjeong bows back to the line, and Chaewon gives her a congratulating side hug.

After finding 'Yuna's perfect girls,' everyone applauds the new members of their team. "Kim Minjeong, Kim Chaewon, Ezaki Hikaru, welcome to J-Nation's cheer team."

The cousins begin jumping in joy, and when they do a little celebration dance, Minjeong hears some applause behind her. Chaewon looks and giggles at the sight of the basketball captain, clearly feeling the vibe that's going on between Minjeong and Y/n.

The newbie looks surprised to see the unexpected later at their tryouts. "Y/n-ssi? What are you doing here?" Minjeong begins to fix her hair subconsciously. "I decided to support you girls since practice ended early. You did amazing, by the way, very fierce," Y/n teases her, and Minjeong's face goes flush.

While the three spoke, Lia peeps them and nudges Yuna a little.

"What?" Lia points over at them, and what once was a happy Yuna was now visibly annoyed. "Well, I guess I found out who the little rat is, and instead of trying to catch her, she's coming to me."

Yuna's annoyance turned into an evil grin, and Ryujin didn't like the look what so ever, "What are you planning now?"

"Oh, just to make her life on the team a living hell until she quits herself."

"Minjeong-ssi, it's nice to see you," Yuna approaches the girl who was getting ready to leave the room, packing up her laptop. "Oh, hello, Yuna," a sweet smile stayed on the new girl's face.

"Well, I forgot to text you guys last month, but we have a tradition on the cheer team," Yuna said, her tone deceptively sweet. When the topic of cheer came up, Minjeong gave her full attention. "The new girls have to do a one-on-one practice with the team. Think of it as a trial and error practice to see if you can handle it," she continued, her voice dripping with faux kindness.

Minjeong, having already witnessed Yuna's less-than-angelic side, found the act rather bizarre and unnerving.

Just then, Y/N approached the duo, Chaewon and Aisha trailing behind her. "Hey, Yuna. Jeongie, are we going to that coffee shop now?" Y/N asked, her eyes bright with anticipation. Chaewon and Aisha, tall and friendly, had quickly bonded with the group during their campus tour.

Yuna's irritation was palpable, especially at the sound of the new nickname Y/N had given Minjeong. She forced a smile, trying to mask her annoyance. "Wow, you guys just met recently and you're already on a nickname basis?" she joked, though her tone hinted at her underlying frustration.

Y/N shrugged casually. "I came up with the name when I walked home with her after your tryouts on Tuesday. Turns out she lives on the same block as me, and I've been giving her rides to school for the past few days." The explanation was simple, but it only served to deepen Yuna's annoyance, her forced smile slipping a bit at the edges.

"I'll see you at practice, Yuna." Chaewon's face goes into confusion as they leave Yuna. "We have practice today?"

"Yuna said the team had a tradition where they do a one-on-one trial and error practice with new team members." This makes Aisha and Y/n look at each other, "they have a tradition?"

Minjeong was now as confused as Chaewon by now, "they don't?"

"I mean, not that we know of, at least," Y/n agrees with Aisha, finding it a bit weird. 'Isn't it too late for a trail and error practice?' Minjeong and the other two have been on the team for about a month already, so it just made no sense to her.

"No worries though, we have a team meeting at 5 pm so I can wait till your practice ends to drop you home."

"Thanks, Y/N," the captain said, gratitude evident in her tone. Y/N simply smiled and shrugged, brushing it off as no big deal.

Meanwhile, back in the school cafeteria, Yuna stormed in, fuming. She plopped down angrily, her face a mask of frustration. "I literally hate her," she seethed.

Everyone knew exactly who she was referring to. Chaeryeong, always the voice of reason, sighed. "I hate to admit it, Yuna, but no matter what you throw at her, she's one tough cookie to crack."

Yuna scowled, hating that Chaeryeong was right. Over the past few weeks, she'd tried everything to wear Minjeong down. She nitpicked every little thing the newcomer did, sabotaged her at every opportunity, and targeted her relentlessly during practice. But no matter what Yuna did, Minjeong remained an outstanding cheerleader with incredible stamina and flexibility, traits that earned her the admiration of the rest of the team.

On the basketball team's third game of the season, Y/N scored an impressive 32 points. As Yuna moved to congratulate her, Minjeong beat her to it, handing Y/N a red Gatorade with a proud smile. Yuna seethed inwardly, feeling her efforts to undermine Minjeong continually thwarted.

Unlike Y/n's reaction to Yuna, she had a wide grin when getting the drink from Haewon. She even opened it in an instant, "My favorite drink AND flavor? You’re on the top of my favorite people list, Minjeong," is what Y/n said, and if looks could kill, Yuna would've killed the shorter girl instantly.

"Look, I don't care if I have to hurt someone. I will do it," the rest of the girls unnoticeably move away a little, scared of Yuna.

Nearing the end of the day, Minjeong was the first and only one in the gym. She had been waiting 30 minutes and thought about leaving several times, until Yuna came in.

Alone...

"Yuna? Where are the other girls?" Minjeong stood there, clutching the straps of her bag nervously. "They aren't coming," the latter said with a clear, devious smile on her face. "See, I'm starting to have a slight problem with you, Minjeong."

Minjeong stands like a statue, not even daring to move, as Yuna wanders to the gym equipment closet. "You are getting to close to something I want," Yuna continues, pulling something out of the room, causing Minjeong's face to go pale.

She pulled out a wooden bat.

Peering over her shoulder, Yuna shows an irritated face, "Scratch that. You have something that belongs to me."

"Yuna-ssi, I can give it back to you if that's the issue. What is it? I'll give it right now," Minjeong begins to frantically look through her bag for something the girl may have owned, but unsuccessfully found nothing.

That was until Yuna spoke, "Oh really? You can stay away from her then?" Now she was getting it, the signs should've been clear to her from the beginning. Every time she was in school with Y/n, she found Yuna in the vicinity, always wearing an angry look on her. The training she put her through, the harsh words thrown at her, it was all because Yuna wanted Y/n to herself.

"I'm sorry Yuna, Y/n is her own person. I can't help it if she wants to be friends with me," Minjeong said trying to defend herself but Yuna only found those words angering her. "Well, if you can't... I can definitely make you."

As Yuna is about to swing the bat, Minjeong does her best to cover her head and closes her eyes, waiting for the impact. That never came though.

All she heard was a painful grunt and loud impact. Opening her eyes, she was met with Y/n's closed ones with heavy breathing. "Now what the hell do you think you're doing Yuna?!" Y/n's voice evidently grew in anger as her voice boomed throughout the entire gym.

In shock, Yuna drops the bat and tries to grab the athlete's arm. This caused Y/n to swing her arm while trying to get Yuna's hand off, that led to Yuna falling on the floor due to the strong force.

"Y/n I'm sorry-"

"You're sorry? You could've seriously hurt her Yuna! Have you gone crazy?"

Yuna begins to tear up. No one had ever seen you angry, not this angry at least, and for the first time Yuna was terrified. For two reasons, your anger, and possibly losing you because of her stupid decisions.

"I didn't want her to take you from me," Yuna pleads but the girl scoffs at her. "You never had me, now do us a favor and leave us alone you crazy bitch," Y/n dragged Minjeong out of the gym and those words broke Yuna's heart. She knew that Y/n wasn't gonna forgive her, finally accepting defeat from this one-sided battle with Minjeong.

"Are you out of your mind? You could've been seriously hurt, Y/N. Your team still needs you," Minjeong finally spoke as they reached the parking lot. Her voice was laced with concern and frustration, her eyes scanning Y/N for any signs of injury.

"Minjeong, you could've ended up in a coma, and you're worried about me? You don't even want to report her," Y/N shot back, her voice rising with each word. Minjeong sighed deeply, understanding Y/N's protectiveness but feeling the weight of guilt pressing down on her. She couldn't stand the thought of Y/N getting hurt because of her, yet she also wanted to avoid further conflict with Yuna.

"Besides, I wouldn’t mind getting hurt for someone I care about," Y/N mumbled, but Minjeong heard every word loud and clear.

"Seriously? You just got hit by a bat, and you can say things like that?" Minjeong's eyes widened in disbelief.

Y/N chuckled, the sound light despite the situation. "Well, thankfully, the pain is wearing off. Yuna doesn’t exactly have the strength to do much damage to me."

Minjeong playfully hit Y/N's shoulder, shaking her head with a small laugh. But then her expression turned serious, her eyes locking onto Y/N's with a mix of worry and determination. "You really need to be more careful. I don't want anything to happen to you."

"I- I like you too," she blurts out, feeling the embarrassment creep on on her face. This washes away when she feels Y/n's hand on her chin, pulling her in for a kiss. Minjeong savored it, pulling your neck to close the gap in between your bodies. As their lungs screamed for help, their lips separated followed by heavy breathing.

Y/n laughs in giddiness.

"How about we get ice cream Jeongie?" Minjeong nods, "I'd like that." The two head to the ice cream parlor, ending their night as a newly formed couple. Minjeong sits in the car with Y/n, parked right in front of her house.

Minjeong smiles at the thought of officially being with the tall girl and Y/n takes notice of the smile. "What's up with that cheeky grin of yours?"

"It just makes me think, it's the queen b's loss, huh?"

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kairiscorner · 2 years ago

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i just want what's best for you. — miles 42 x reader

summary: no matter how much miles may love you, you still have to get through his mom for you two to be together. first impressions didn't go so well, and now... now you're starting to think she's right about you. but somehow, you both come to an understanding, and... eventually, an understanding can be made between you two. pairing: miles 42 x gn!reader genre: slight angst + comfort word count: 2,646 request: Could you do a miles (42 or 1610 or both) x reader where his mom isn’t to fond of her but, it’s only because she doesn’t want to see him get hurt. And reader considers breaking up with him and his mom overhears and feels bad. a/n: hello, my lovely anon !! omg i loved writing this ngl, I INTENTIONALLY PUT MORE ANGST HERE THAN I DID FOR 1610 MILES AAAAA please multiverse, don't let this flop PLEASEEEE also SORRY FOR THE CRAPPY SPANISH AND OOC RIO, I TRIED UUEUEUUEUUE BUT I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS !!

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

you had never felt any more intimidated and nervous than you did right now as you sat down with miles' family for dinner. you had partners before and met their parents, it wasn't all so bad; you actually had fond memories of those people and sometimes would reminisce how kind they'd treat you, how they'd welcome you into their families and give you a home away from your home when you'd need it. however, when it came to miles' family... it was so-so.

his uncle aaron, without a doubt, was one of the nicest father figures you had ever encountered in your whole life. he was a sweet man who cared for miles and would, be proxy, care about you, too. he'd tease you and miles when he'd see you two together in the most low-key ways and still make miles lose all his cool and stoic composure around you when his uncle would expose how much he talks about you.

"this kid can't ever go through another day without thinking about you. like seriously, all i did was take him to the convenience store downtown and i see him with all these snacks i've never seen him eat before, snacks he told me he hates with a burning passion. i look at him and ask him why he's got those snacks, and he mutters under his breath... 'these're for them, not for me.' how cute of my nephew, no?" he said with a chuckle as miles glared up at his uncle and pouted at him, with you giggling at the story as everyone but his mother was laughing about that little anecdote.

uncle aaron nudged rio a little, to which she shot him a glare similar to miles' and muttered something under her breath in spanish. uncle aaron sighed as some tension was caught in the air and enveloped the entire dinner table, with no one else uttering another word or sound as you all ate in silence. you felt rio's gaze on you at times while you all ate, and unlike the other mothers you had encountered with your previous partners, she had a gaze that felt a little... judgemental, in a way?

you felt pretty self-conscious as rio looked at you, and you felt yourself jump slightly in your seat when she'd ask you questions about you and her son. she called your name randomly, shattering the silence and causing the hairs on the back of your neck to stand up as you nearly sprang up from your seat in utter surprise. "y-yes rio?" you asked her as she winced, as if she heard a discordant tune when you uttered her first name. without even looking up from her plate, she asked you, "did you know miles got a b in spanish? ay, i'm proud of you, mijo, though... you usually do so much better than that. i'm worried, have you been missing classes recently? and do you know anything about it?" she asked you as she turned her gaze up at you, causing you to freeze up and instinctively shake your head.

miles breathed out a small huff as he tried to think of a reason to give his own mother, who he promised he'd never lie to, as his uncle aaron tried to tell rio that maybe now wasn't the right time to talk about it, but rio told him in spanglish that now was as good a time as any, she had to know if her son was being distracted by... she didn't dare finish that thought. she looked over at you then at miles and raised an eyebrow. "so? is no one gonna tell me anything?" she asked the two of you as you bit the inside of your cheek, feeling pretty intimidated by her right now. "mama, it's nothing, i promise you, i--" "it's nothing?" "oh, no." uncle aaron muttered as he silently excused himself and left the table with his plate in hand, gesturing to you to follow what he did and to seek refuge into the kitchen, away from the mother and son.

you did as he directed and excused yourself, nearly stumbling out of your chair as rio's eyes followed you with a kind of suspicious gleam in those hazel eyes of hers. indistinct conversation and arguments between the mother and son were heard, with the sound of running water, the squeaking and setting down of plates being tuning their voices out as you gratuitously helped uncle aaron wash the dishes. "hey, sorry about them, miles' mom hasn't been in the best mood lately." he muttered to you as you nodded. "i-i understand, aaron. it's really okay..." you murmured back as you both finished, with uncle aaron wishing you a good night as he disappeared into the garage doing who knows what.

as you exited the kitchen, you heard rio's muffled voice from the dining room mention your name, and you walked over in a morbid kind of curiosity to know why she mentioned you when she was scolding miles; though a part of you thought of why, you hoped what you thought of wouldn't be the case. "sé honesto, ¿te estás distrayendo con ellos?" she asked miles with a stern voice as miles looked down at the ground, clearly frustrated, but wasn't about to run his mouth off at his own mother. he shook his head and murmured, "mi amante no tiene la culpa de lo que me ha estado pasando, mama."

rio sighed exasperatedly as she looked at her son in disbelief. "and you mean that? you seriously... look, mijo, no quiero hacerte infeliz, y sé que crees que entiendes lo que es bueno para ti, pero… no puedo permitir que ellos te pongan en peligro. they might... not be a good influence on you." she said with a soft voice as miles looked up at her with an incredulous expression on his face. "mama, you have no idea who they really are." he said as rio kept talking to him, but he stormed off on her. she called for her son repeatedly, but he marched into his room, with her sighing aloud and storming off herself, too.

you felt a heavy weight on your shoulders as your anxieties and worries over what miles' mother thought of you were realized; she doesn't trust you, and she doesn't think you're good for her son. you felt so weak in the knees at that moment, thinking that you would never be able to love miles freely without his mother intervening or trying to convince him you're not right for him, that you're a distraction for him. you didn't want any conflict between the two anymore, so you thought of a way to end their feud peacefully, and the only way that'd work was... one neither of you would particularly like.

you snuck upstairs to miles' room and gently rapped at his door, muttering that you were there, and that you wanted to talk to him. miles opened his door a crack, and when he could confirm it was you, he opened the door wider and gently took your hand in his. "cielo," he greeted you softly with a light squeeze of your hand as he looked at you. "am i ever glad to see you." he said as he led you into his room, with you reciprocating his touch and squeezing his hand back. he gestured for you to sit down on the side of his bed as he sat down, with you following him and sitting down on the plush of his bed.

he brushed a few hairs from your forehead and kept his gaze on you as you looked down at the floor, unsure of how to tell him what you were articulating to yourself in your head; unsure of how he'd take it, if he even will be able to. you sighed a little longer than you planned to, causing miles to pull away from you and have worry drawn on his face as he tried getting a better look at your expression. "cielo, are you okay? did something happen...?" he asked you as you shook your head gently. "nothing, nothing, i..." you began, but you stopped yourself, trying to think of how to tell him all over again as all you could think of at that moment was that: miles' mother doesn't think you're any good for him.

you took a deep breath and faced him with saddened eyes. "i'm sorry, miles, i just... i don't think you should be dating me anymore. it's not because of you, of course not, it's... it's on me." you whispered, with miles feeling like he took a blow to the gut, feeling utterly helpless and confused at what you just told him. he wasn't sure what you meant by 'it was your fault', but he wanted to let you know right now that you weren't at fault, for whatever it was that'd come between you two.

miles appeared a little more hurt and distressed by what you told him, the matter at hand still not sinking in, that you told him you'd break up with him... he couldn't, wouldn't, believe it. "what? amor, what do you mean? 'your fault'? i doubt that..." he began as he tried to reassure you, feeling himself coming undone at the seams and desperate to know why you wanted to part ways with him. was it because he couldn't spend as much time with you as before? because he was too busy with his job as the prowler to be with you? if you only told him, then... then he'd find ways to make it work, not make you feel alone ever again, make up for what he lacked in the past by working hard for you now in the present.

"is it... is it because i'm not able to spend much time with you as before? mi vida, i'm sorry... i'll make up for it, i promise!" he said as you shook your head. "no, miles... it's not your fault. it's mine, even if you don't say it is." you said with a melancholic voice as miles looked at you with feebleness filling his face as he tried to understand how it's your fault for anything. he defended you in front of his mother the best he could, and yet... he'd still lose you in the end, if not the argument.

you couldn't figure out how to tell miles that you didn't wish to break up, you wanted to be with him still, but there was no better way of getting his mom and him to make up if you were still in the picture. you heard his mom say it himself, you didn't seem like a good influence on him, and maybe her behavior towards you was a sign that you really weren't being good to miles, good to his parents, and just... weren't good in general. you sighed, trying to keep the tears from flowing as miles tried to tell you that if you really wanted to break up with him, he'd respect your decision, but... he begs of you to tell him how it's your fault.

you felt your heart throb and your throat flare up as you tried to stifle your cries and sobs. "i'm just, i'm not good for you, okay, miles? i'm sorry... you deserve better." you told him in a quieted voice as you got up and went over to his door, about to leave him and give him an easier time with his family than stay with him and just ruin his relationship with his mom even more.

"espera, mi cielo! hold on a minute, can't we talk about this...?" he called out to you as you opened the door to leave, to keep yourself away from miles to keep him and his mother from getting angry at each other and fighting all over again. however, when you opened the door, you saw a familiar face look back at you, and a familiar voice shrieking in surprise--it was miles' mom, who was eavesdropping on you two. you shrieked at his mom's shrieking, as miles shrieked at your shrieking.

"mama!" miles exclaimed as he saw his mom at the doorway, with her telling the two of you to calm down, and that nobody needs to break up with anybody. "i'm... i'm sorry i eavesdropped, but i came here to... to say sorry, mijo, and... i'm sorry to you, too." she said as she turned to look at you with guilt and shame in her eyes. "you didn't deserve to hear all that... i shouldn't have said that." she muttered as she looked at the two of you. she leaned against the doorway and sighed as she began to speak again, looking around miles' room.

"i didn't mean that you were a bad influence, i just... i default to worrying about what miles could be doing because, you're a teenager, miles--you're both teens and... you both wanna do your own things. it worries me when miles doesn't tell me anything, it makes me feel like i'm failing as a mom when... i'm the only parent you have now." she said in a soft voice as she looked at miles sadly and up at you. she sat down next to miles on the bed and held his hand. "i wish you could just be honest with me." she muttered to him as miles looked at her with sadness in his eyes. "i am being honest with you, mom. you don't even... you don't even know how amazing my partner is, you hardly give them a chance, and that's what hurts me every time." he said as you looked at the two of them.

miles' mom got up from the bed and placed her fingers underneath your chin and lifted your head up to look at her and sighed. "i'm so sorry i judged you too quickly, i just... mom instincts kicked in, and... i got a little carried away and thought i knew what was good for my baby boy, but... i guess i don't know as much anymore. maybe... i'd know him better if i trusted him, if i trusted you." she said with a slight smile on her face as you gave her a slight smile back. "again, i'm so, so sorry for how i was earlier, and... just, in general." she uttered as you nodded. "it's okay, mrs. morales." you told her as she smiled wider and pulled away from you. "y'know what, that just made my evening much better. i think i like you a bit better already. 'mrs.' morales, finally." she said with a slight chuckle as you chuckled back at her little quip, with miles smiling to himself as he finally witnessed you two get along. she let miles keep dating and seeing you, only if he promises to get his grades back up to how they were before.

as his mom left the room, miles told her you two needed to talk, alone. she understood, but reminded him not to lock the door. "lo tengo, mamá, entendido." he said as he closed the door the minute she headed down into the hallway, leaving you both in an awkward silence after you two had 'broken up' a few minutes ago. before miles could say anything, you wrapped him in a big hug, muttering under your breath how happy you were to be with him, that his mom finally accepted you. miles slowly reciprocated your hug, holding you close and kissing the top of your head as he smiled against your hair. he was beyond happy and relieved to know his mom finally saw you as a person he loved, not as a distraction to him or a bad influence, just someone he cared a lot about to devote himself to, someone he wouldn't leave nor let anyone, not even his own mom or uncle, get in the way of him loving ceaselessly.

he gets that his mom just wants what's best for him, but... maybe it was time for him to decide what's best for him on his own, and that'd be to love you with all his heart and stay by your side, never leaving you once because he loves you too much to let you go that easily.

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