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[BAD DECISION #59] Betting Against Yeonjun

warnings: there's a section towards the start where I was really going thru it with my adoration for jk lmao bingo if you spot it!!!, seokjin, byeol at her best!!, jungkook also at his best!!!!, mmm I luv our starluvrs <3, conversations re: the first night they met waaaa, okay phew where to start: smut, jungkook's phone gallery is a hotbed of sin (recording), semi-public (club booths), bratty b, dominant koo, a lil degradation, (he says something that would piss me off (b is a better woman than I!! (but she gets her own back!!))), oral (m), lots of lovely words, a little titty worship <3, b on top (yeehaw), creampie, cum eating, oral (f), jimin + nabi!!!!!

a/n: this was the final chapter on wattpad before bd got taken down :( it's very bittersweet. also makes me suuuuuper aware of how few updates we've had since (1.... we have had 1 update (wattpad really knocked the wind from my sails, and if you've been keeping up with me outside of bd, you'll know how crazy busy I've been (the plus side is that I'm so nearly freeee to write to my hearts content for a couple of weeks! <3)))

wc: 10.5K

bd total wc: 540k (ongoing)

AO3 | MASTERLIST | MINORS DNI

While Jeongguk has always looked good behind the bar of Dionysus, you can't help but think he looks so much better in the middle of a tight-knit crowd, with an arm looped around your waist and a drink in his hand.

Under the cosmic lights of Dionysus, there's a glisten to his lips—alcohol yet to be licked away—and the sheen of sweat on his skin. Hair dark and dishevelled, his fringe tickles at his brows. You don't push it out of his face, 'cause it'll just fall back into position as soon as he moves to the beat of the music.

With a smile on his face, Jeongguk turns to his friends. Chants the lyrics to some song that soundtracked the summers of their youth. Is rowdy and careless in how he jumps around, but not once does he ever loosen his grip on you.

You're all in your finest—the boys in suits, and girls in cocktail dresses. While Nabi is in a deep navy satin number, Danbi has gone for black. Seoyeon opted for an early night, her and Yoongi heading home when the rest of you made your way to the bar.

In the dress picked out for you by Jeongguk all those weeks ago, you're far too overdressed for a bar like this—but you're also under the influence of far too much alcohol.

You know this is one of those golden moments; the nights you won't remember but will have stories to tell about it in years to come. Folklore. Whispers of Aurelian affairs weaved into your subconscious.

History has been made tonight. Not the kind that'll be read about in textbooks, but the kind that grandkids will be told a dozen times over—in a home that's covered in tiny specks of shimmer, while the scent of samgyeopsal waltzes from the kitchen to the courtyard.

So, no, Jeongguk doesn't loosen his grip, and he doesn't think he ever will.

You ignore just how many drinks have been knocked against you, and have also long forgotten the annoyance of sticky liquor on your feet. It's nothing a shower won't fix. Knowing the man beside you as intimately as you do, you're almost positive it's where you'll end up in a few hours, anyway.

Thoughts of you and him doing as you so often do have you wishing you were home already. Tonight is for celebrating, though—and oh, how lovely it is to have an excuse to celebrate Jeon Jeongguk.

Venus herself would've had a hard time crafting him, you think. Carved from marble and yet soft as the silky words he likes to wrap you up in, he's unlike anything of this earth.

For all of his thoughts about you, and the cosmos, and how he's certain 'Milky Way' is written where a location should be on your birth certificate, you've had just as many deliberations.

He says he was born in Busan, but men like him don't just come to be as a result of random genetics. He's forged of gold. Perfection in the form of a mere mortal man.

But then he's shouting something to Jimin over the sound of the music, and he stutters a little. Repeats himself with a goofy little grin, unphased by his innate imperfections, and it only serves to make your heart swell.

Jeongguk isn't perfect. He's capable of making mistakes and saying the wrong things. He wears toe-separating socks more often than you care to acknowledge, and sometimes he can be a little stroppy for no reason.

The pout always eases, though, and he derives such joy from those stupid socks that you can't ever bring yourself to tell him how ridiculous they are.

Perfection isn't measured in traits. It's measured in perception.

And you've never perceived a human more perfect for you than Jeon Jeongguk.

Anyone who looks your way would agree—or maybe they'd just see the way you're looking at him, all dewy-eyed and fawn-like, and know that there must be a little magic between you both.

When he turns his attention back to you and realises just how much adoration is glittering your eyes, he does the only thing he can do: tightens the arm he has around your waist and press the sweetest of kisses into your lips.

"Get a room!"

"Disgusting!"

"PDA! Gross!"

The noise that erupts for your friends is nothing short of embarrassing, even if it is obscured by the thudding base of the club speakers.

None of them really mean it. All have smiles on their faces. Are laughing.

Even if they weren't, they'd far rather you and Jeongguk were insufferably sweet, instead of still pretending like you aren't crazy about one another. You ignore them all anyway. Pout when he pulls away from the kiss. Get him back on your lips just as quickly as he left them.

Jeongguk's lips curve into a smile as he sinks his lips into yours and revels in the way it feels.

In the middle of a bar he could call home, surrounded by people he adores, Jeongguk's got you .

Has caught a shooting star, and is gloating just because he can.

"Fuck, I love you," he mumbles into your lips barely loud enough for you to hear, yet your arms wrap around his neck because you know exactly what he said. Kiss him back with a smile just as insufferable as his.

"Yeah?" You giggle.

Your friends have stopped caring—or at least, they've stopped teasing you. Are just letting you be. Suits Jeongguk fine. Just gives him the green light to tighten his arm around your back and lift you ever so slightly.

"You know I do."

Jeongguk loves without condition. Doesn't need to hear you say it back, not when he knows how you feel.

And yet you indulge him regardless.

"I love you, too," you tell him, and then can't help but giggle at how stupid it all feels. He puts you back on your feet. Press a kiss to your forehead, and then urges you back into the group. Shaking your head, you pull back. "Just gonna get another drink."

"I'll come with."

"Stay," you insist, squeezing his hand as you pull his grip away from your hand. He should be with his friends, you think. Plus you'll order him a drink, too. Won't put it on his tab, 'cause you know damn well that bar tab his friends love so much will no doubt migrate to his restaurant. Still, you make sure to call back, "Will only be a minute, babe!"

You know it'll pacify him for a moment or so, and you also just wanna indulge in the simple pleasure of watching his lip ring do the thing. You'll never grow tired of it. Two birds, one pathetically pretty heart-shaped stone.

You lose yourself in the crowd. Know this place like the back of your hands. Doesn't take you long to find yourself by the bar with an incredibly sober Yeonjun raising his brows in your direction.

He saw you coming. Already has a few empty shot glasses lined up on the tray ready to make you starfuckers.

Rolling your eyes, you're about to say something that'd feel far wittier in your drunk mind than would be in reality when you feel a hand on the small of your back.

Instantly, you flinch away.

The hand isn't cold nor is it aggressive; it's just not Jeongguk's. You knew without hesitation. Eyes flicking over to the mirrored backsplash of the bar, you briefly catch Yeonjun's unimpressed gaze.

He doesn't know the man who's taken the spot beside you, but he knows the man is far closer than a stranger should be.

He's strapping. Incredibly good looking. Broad shoulders, hair slicked back. Is put together in a way that men in Dionysus rarely are.

"Water?" Yeonjun offers you, 'cause no matter how much he likes to wind Jeongguk up, he's grown into a good man. Has a lot to thank Jeongguk for. His care for drunk punters, and making sure they're okay, is one of those things.

Yeonjun also knows Jeongguk would pluck every single cerulean hair from his head if he were ever to let anything happen to a single hair on yours.

"Yeah," you nod, edging away from the man beside you.

It doesn't go unnoticed. The man closes the space you created.

"You were in your element tonight," he says, looking down towards you. "Could be making a name for yourself instead of doing some kid's hard work for him."

When your eyes flicker up at him, they're sharp. Pointed. Daggers where daisies once were. Edging away again, you create a distance that isn't so easily closed this time.

"And you could piss off, Seokjin."

"Oh," he hums with the kind of smirk that would have sent you reeling once upon time. Just makes your stomach churn, now. "Full name? Am I in trouble?"

"I'd have to actually give a shit about you for you to be in trouble," you tell him, and are kind of surprised by how little you feel. You're not even angry. You're bored. A little irritated. Mostly indifferent. "And quite frankly the way you've been behaving recently has just confirmed everything I already knew about you. If you could stop interfering with my life, I'd really appreciate it."

"Interfering?" He half snorts, taking a swig on his drink. "You're the one who invited practically my entire department to your little boyfriend's fundraiser."

"I invited their wallets," you correct him, before turning back to Yeonjun. "The usual, please. Four."

He doesn't need to clarify what you're after. He knows the drill. Gets cracking on the starfuckers.

"Icy," Seokjin continues to tease. There's an arrogance to him. Curiosity, too.

You're not the woman who used to cry in his shower and beg him to stay. Your hair is longer, and your wardrobe is less refined. The role you played to be favoured by him is long-forgotten about now.

Stars don't belong in boxes. They'll just burn out. He never got the luxury to see you shine as brightly as you could, and now that he is, he thinks he likes it.

"There's a reason why you kept coming back, or have you forgotten?" He says with a kind of sleaziness you never before attributed to him. When you come to think about it, you realise that maybe you should have. "Need reminding?"

"No. What I really need is for you to gain a little bit of that decorum you like to pretend you have, and then I need you to stop embarrassing yourself," you assure him as you pull your phone from the small clutch bag you've been carrying with you. Flicking open your message thread with Jeongguk, you manage to put together a very tipsy string of messages that tell him to come to the bar. "You're beating a dead horse."

"If that were true, you wouldn't be talking to me right now," he smirks. "And if anything, I'm the horse in this equation, given how much I know you like rid—"

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" You snap, frankly taken aback by his vulgarity.

If there's one thing Seokjin always was when he was with you, it was respectful. Not to you, or your feelings, but to other people's perception of him. For him to be stooping to such a level just to get a rise out of you means one of two things: the insidious 'boys club' nature of his workplace has corrupted him, or that he thinks so little of you that he believes this is what'd make you fold.

"We ended well over a year ago, and you didn't even want to be in that relationship for just as long! Christ alive. You never had trouble getting laid when we were together. Find some other poor woman to bother—or better yet, just go home. Save everyone's sanity."

Seokjin shrugs. Casts his dark eyes down your glitter-speckled body. Smirks. "You know I always want what I can't have."

You're unattainable. Out of his reach. Belong to skies, when his feet are cemented into the sidewalk.

It's not why he's here, though.

You know him too intimately to understand how his brain works.

Kim Seokjin will never be the man he pretends to be. Will always be the lackey of some CEO. Will never quite own a penthouse, even though he'll probably land somewhere a few floors below. His full-potential will never be reached because he doesn't know how to apply himself in a way that isn't intended on bringing other people down.

He won't climb ladders; he'll just drag people beneath his feet to make himself feel taller. Goes through life as if he's wearing Cuban heels, and steps on the toes of anyone who threatens to achieve more than him.

When you were together, he didn't cheat for the forbidden romance of it all, or anything borne in innate human desires. He didn't do it because he particularly liked other women, or because you weren't satisfactory enough. Quite the opposite.

He cheated for the gratification of coming back to you. He'd hold your body with hands that had been covered in the evidence of someone else; tarnish you and leave himself squeaky clean. Was a power trip. An ego stroker.

It's what's fuelling him right now, you think. The way he knows your body and how his hands used to stroke up the curve of your waist. The eroticism of it all. Thoughts like that used to make you shudder. Now, they make you want to dry-heave.

He knows his hands have been replaced with Jeongguk's lips; that your skin is golden where it once was void of anything but markers of Seokjin.

You went to Jeongguk's apartment once after Seokjin had left those very markers on your throat. They were invisible, but you could feel them. His hands, his lips. How tender he'd been with your skin no matter how rough he had been with your heart.

Jeongguk had crafted you a nest out of every single pillow in his home that night. It was almost like he knew birds would play a pivotal role in the both of your lives. Was giving them— you —a safe place to hatch. To bloom. To shine.

Seokjin doesn't want you.

He just wants Jeongguk to be beneath him.

If that means also getting you beneath him in a more literal sense of the word, then so be it.

But as Jeongguk comes to stand in the space between you both, nodding towards Yeonjun with all the nonchalance he can afford, you know that nobody else will ever have you like he does.

Picking up one of the starfuckers, Jeongguk shoots it back. Picks up a second. Looks to you. Softly wraps his hand around your throat and strokes his thumb up towards your earlobe. Holds the shot to your lips. Waits for you to tip your head back ever so gently—and when you do, he slowly pours the liquor into your mouth for you.

Not once does he take his eyes off yours. Not even when you close them to swallow down the familiar sensation of what it feels like to be in love with him. Just naturally happens whenever you drink a starfucker. Always has done.

"Missed you," he tenderly says, as if it hasn't been a matter of minutes.

When he's holding you like this, his strong hand commanding the angle at which you can look at him, you're without any autonomy. You're his, his, his. The presence of a man you barely even remember being with fades into nothingness behind Jeongguk.

An incredibly love-drunk smile finds its way back to your lips. Jeongguk smiles, too, letting the hand holding your neck ease so that his arm can wrap over your shoulders, as yours does the same around his back. Hooked onto one another, physically as much as you are emotionally, there's a unified front to your partnership.

"These ours?" He asks, nodding towards the remaining starfuckers. You nod. Say nothing, 'cause you don't need to. Just squeeze his waist even tighter. Jeongguk glances up to Yeonjun. "Tab? Four more, and two lemonades."

"Right you are, boss," Yeonjun nods, and gets to work.

"Cheers," Jeongguk thanks him, then picks up one of the starfuckers. Turns ever so slightly, but not enough to loosen his grip on you. Smiles in Seokjin's direction. "Want one? They're good. Practically made her fall in love with me, though, so be careful. You might get a crush on me, too."

"Think I'd be fine," Seokjin scoffs back. "I don't tend to fall for charity cases that can only get girls who feel sorry for them."

"You'd be surprised by how much a starfucker could change your tastes," Jeongguk entertains him. "Take B for example. Used to date limp dick losers who couldn't get her off—"

"Gguk!"

"—One starfucker was all it took, and now it's a seven days a week occurrence. Ain't that a beautiful thing?"

Seokjin grates his jaw. Tries not to let it show. Fails.

"So you have to get her drunk to fuck her?" He sneers.

"Nah," Jeongguk laughs a little at such an absurd suggestion. "Just like I wouldn't need to be drunk to tell you to back off."

"Can she not talk for herself?"

He knows damn well you're able to speak for yourself — he just chooses to disregard everything you say.

"Can you not take a hint? You're not welcome," Jeongguk snaps, before swigging down the shot he had offered Seokjin. Is a little aggressive in how he tosses down the plastic shot glass. "Get fucked—by yourself, that is. My girlfriend isn't included in that suggestion."

"I think—"

"Seokjin," you finally sigh, voice laced with contempt. Shaking your head, you really don't know what more you can say to really drive it home. He never cared this much when you were together. "You're embarrassing yourself. Go home. Find a new bar. I don't care. Yes, I used your connections to get more money to the auction, and no, I'm not sorry. Use the money you saved from losing the bid to get a therapist, or a hooker, or anything that'll help you be a little less insufferable. Maybe an STD check, while you're at it."

He could make a crude remark about how he always wore condoms whenever he cheated.

You know this to be true, 'cause you know you tasted the latex on him once. Thinking about it doesn't hurt like it used to. Annoys you more than anything.

Instead, Seokjin concedes. Can feel the eyes of the bartender searing into him. Knows that you're right; he is embarrassing himself.

That was one thing he could never fault you for. You were always right. Each and every time you called him out on his bullshit, you were right to do so.

"You know where to find me whenever you're done fixing whatever's broken with him," Seokjin simply shrugs. Knows you have a complex. That you tried to 'fix' him, too.

"Fixed it already," Jeongguk says, 'cause he isn't letting Seokjin have the last word. "Seriously, man. You lost. Not because I won, but because you were never worthy of winning in the first place. Stay away or don't, but this is always what you're gonna be greeted with. Always."

Seokjin doesn't look at you. He stares Jeongguk out, instead. Smirks, as if he thinks Jeongguk is an idiot, but lets the ambiguity of any words he could speak linger in the air. Decides it will be a little more torment if he leaves you both wondering what he could have said instead.

He just doesn't realise that neither of you could care any less than you already do.

At this point, he's just like an annoying mosquito buzzing around. With any hope, he'll find another blood source he enjoys more and become an irritating presence for someone else instead.

"Christ," Jeongguk mutters, shaking his head when Seokjin finally retreats. Squeezes you tighter and presses a kiss to your cheek, before pulling the fresh drinks made by Yeonjun closer to your side of the bar. "He's fuckin' insufferable, B. The fuck did you ever see in him?"

Jeongguk pours the starfuckers into the lemonades, turning it into a makeshift version of a starlover. It'll do the job, and was easier to order than it would have been to explain the process to Yeonjun in the middle of a busy shift.

"Before we get into that—" you take the drink offered to you by Jeongguk, sipping a little down " —Seven days a week? Really?"

"Oh, c'mon," Jeongguk grins, as he begins to lead you both away from the bar. "You can't be annoyed with me! He was being a tool!"

The door that leads up to the private booths is closed today—none were booked out, and it saves the clean down time if that entire section stays off limits to punters.

Elevated above the dancefloor, the booths are in the balcony section that wraps around the room. People in the booths can see down to the dancefloor below, but you'd be hard pressed trying to look up into the booths from the dancefloor. They offer a little anonymity. Privacy.

It's why Jeongguk stuck Jiyeong and her friends up there on New Years Eve—purely so that he wouldn't have to deal with them.

Jeongguk isn't just any punter, though. He's the one who installed the door to make his life a little bit easier by keeping drunk stragglers out of the booths. Knows the code, 'cause it's just his birthday backwards.

And right now, he wants a little privacy with you.

"You didn't have to be one back!" You reprimand him as he punches in the code for the door, but you're smiling, too. It's not like you actually gave a shit. If anything, it was kind of hot watching him brag so arrogantly.

"I did," he assures you, quickly encouraging you through the door so as to not draw any attention to yourselves. Taps your ass just 'cause he can. Squeeze, again, just 'cause he can. "Didn't want the old man thinking I was a little virgin."

Rolling your eyes, you nudge him away as you begin to head up the stairs. He's right behind you. Is squeezing your ass again as soon as he can be. "No one is ever gonna look at you and think that."

"Oh, yeah?" Jeongguk flirts. "So when we first met, you thought I was some sort of sexed-up fuck boy, huh?"

"No," you innocently offer, stepping up into one of the booths, and sinking down into one of the plush sofas that run along the back wall. "But I did wish you hadn't been behind the bar so I could find out for myself."

Jeongguk puts his drink on the table in front of the booth sofas, then comes and plonks himself right down next to you. Is practically on your lap. Doesn't care. Is like a fully-grown dog who doesn't realise he's not a puppy anymore.

You just let him. Personal space is null and void.

"Oh? So you went home with Jimin 'cause I turned you on?" He nods to himself. Smirks. Looks incredibly pleased with himself. "Nice."

"Shut up," you laugh, a little scandalised that he's mentioning it so carelessly.

Jeongguk's got half a dozen starfuckers in his system, and does not care for tact. In fact, if he had it his way, he'd set the world to rights. Would make that ancient wish of yours come true, now that he isn't behind the bar.

You set about neatly arranging his hair as he steals your drink from your hand to take a sip.

"You were so pretty," he quietly says. Wraps his hand around your wrist to stop you from preening. Pulls your knuckles to his lips and presses a tender kiss against them. It comes naturally, being like this. "Still are. But that first night... Fuck. Spent my whole shift watching out for you. Was gutted when I got home and you were there."

It was so long ago now that it's almost hard to believe Jeongguk remembers it as clearly as he thinks he does.

"Looking for somewhere to charge your phone," he laughs softly, shaking his head, as he recounts the memories. "Just for you to end up forgetting it. What will we do with you, hey? Silly, pretty baby."

Your face scrunches up at his recollection of the details. Had you never gone home with Jimin, then perhaps you'd have never ended up here—but you kind of wish it had never happened. Wish that you'd stayed by the bar all night. That you'd have had the water Jeongguk gave you. That you'd have sobered up by the time he finished his shift, and asked if he wanted to walk you home.

The 'you' of present day is not the you that shot through the bar that night with reckless abandon for who got blinded by your shine. You wouldn't have stayed, if you'd have gone home with Jeongguk. Or wouldn't have asked him to stay. Would have fucked him and never spoken to him again.

Or maybe you wouldn't have. Who knows?

"Sorry it was all so... messy," you offer a little sheepishly.

Bad decisions were made by you both—but stars can only form when dust clouds collapse. You needed to break a little before you could become who you were meant to be.

Jeongguk shakes his head.

"Messy can be good," he promises, then adjusts you both. Pulls you across his lap. With a leg either side of his, you let your nose find its home next to his. Smile as his hands stroke up your back.

"Yeah?" You whisper against his lips.

"Mhmm," he mumbles, letting his lips sink into yours for a moment, before adding, "Got a canvas we made together that proves it."

The curve of your lips as you press into the kiss can be felt by him. Just gets him smiling, too. As his lip ring presses into your plump bottom lip, part of you wishes you were back in those damn busan photobooths. Want to see what it looks like. How you move together.

Slowly, he encourages your hips to languidly grind. Keeps the momentum slow, you both ignore the chaos of the club that echoes around you. He controls you with a hand on your waist, the other resting on your bare thigh.

The dress you're in—the one he chose—is everything he could ever want and more from an outfit on your body. It sparkles like the Han river under Banpo bridge during the evening light show, and clings to your body like droplets of water slowly sinking down an ice sculpture. Provides him with easy access, yet leaves his imagination free to go wild.

He knows your body well enough, now though. Knows the underwear you're wearing. Is impatient. Wants to push them to the side and get his hard cock buried in your tight walls.

Good things come to those who wait, though, and Jeongguk is more than willing to be a good boy for you.

Hidden in the darkness of the club, the thudding music is no match for the beat of your hearts. Lights splash you in colour every so often, but for the most part, you revel in your obscured entanglement.

His tongue slips into your mouth, and your hands tangle in his hair, deepening the kiss. You can feel how hard he is beneath you as you grind on his lap. It'd be easy, you think, to fuck him right now.

Jeongguk is right—good things do come to those who wait.

And he's been such a good boy.

You let your lips trail down to his throat. Latch on to his sweet spot just beneath his ear. Suck. Graze your teeth. Do the same to his earlobe, and feel his grip tighten. A moan vibrates in his throat.

Lips brushing against his ear, you whisper, "Phone."

Though your tone is soft, Jeongguk knows it's a command. Digs into his back pocket, keeping you firmly in place. The movement just has his thick bulge pressing even deeper against you, as his grip on your waist gets tighter.

It has you smiling; giddy with how glorious it is to have a man of such calibre so greedy for you.

It's not like it isn't reciprocal. Never before have you ever been so feral for a partner; so risky in your need to have them experiencing bliss because of you. Before Jeongguk, sex always served a purpose. Was never just sex for the sake of sex. There were deep-rooted issues and insecurities you were trying to fix.

But you're secure, now; in his grip, his hands, his heart. You don't have any ulterior motive for the things you do other than an innate need to make Jeongguk come undone. His buttons, his belts, his primal need to make you his; you'll undo them all.

Flicking open his camera, you stay in his lap as you reach across the sofa and rest the phone up against the wall that separates it from the next booth over. Tap on the little red record button. Though the lighting isn't entirely clear, enough bleeds in from the LED screens behind the DJ to clearly show the pair of you. Once his camera settings adjust to low light, you may as well have the main lights turned on.

Jeongguk raises a brow, tilting his head with sweet, puppy-like confusion.

"We're drunk," you tell him, as if either of you need any liquor to behave like animals. "Wanna make sure you remember this in the morning."

Jeongguk's hips push upwards as his hands on your waist keep you tight against his lap. "You think I ever forget fucking you?"

"Who said anything about fucking?" You tease with a smirk, biting down on your bottom lip.

He groans.

"If you blue ball me again, I'll die," he tells you. Flails a little. Leans back against the booth. Pouts. Wait for you to lean closer and deliver a pretty little kiss to make him feel better.

"We can't fuck here," you tell him with complete certainty, as if that's not exactly what you're hoping for. "Anyone could see us."

No one would be able to see you in this position, and you damn well know it, but it still feels incredibly exposed. You're a few metres from your friends and hundreds of other random club-goers. If you were to peep over the balcony railings, your hiding spot would be revealed.

"So?" Jeongguk smirks. "Everyone knows we fuck. Bet you they've imagined it. And you know how pretty you are when you cum? Everyone deserves to see that at least once in their life, B."

"We're gonna end up at an orgy one day, aren't we?" You tease him for his sheer unrelenting need to show you off.

He shakes his head. "Fuck no. Ain't no way anyone else is ever gonna touch you."

"No?"

"No," he tells you, stroking his hand up your chest and tightening his grip around the base of your throat. "You only cum for me."

It's a statement just as much as it is a command.

The thoughts are in Jeongguk's head now, though. You, and those cosmic calamities you call your eyes, and how they'd stare him out as someone else fucked you. The feeling gets under his skin and pollutes his heart. Pumps sulphur into his veins. Turns his blood green.

"Say it," he grits, as his hands move down to cup your chest. "Tell me who you cum for."

Yanking down the material of the top of your dress, Jeongguk wastes no time. Repeats a similar action with the cups of your bra. Gets your chest exposed.

If either of you were to look at his phone screen, you'd find your silhouettes look like fuckin' sin—but all you can focus on is him.

His lips latch around one of your nipples, harshly sucking your tit into his mouth. His hand massages at the other, pinching and rolling your nipple between his thumb and finger. Head tipping back, you continue grinding against him. Don't give him an answer 'cause it feels too good to focus on anything else but the sensation of him.

You indulge in the sheer volume of the club speakers. Moan without reservation. Gasp as he pulls away and delivers a sharp spank to your tit, before latching onto your other nipple.

The way your hips grind even deeper against him is testament to how badly you want him; the wetness seeping through your underwear and onto his trousers.

He grazes his teeth against your nipple. Makes you shudder. Licks. Kisses. Sucks again, then pulls away with an oh-so-satisfying pop. Holding your chest with his hands, Jeongguk is stern as he repeats: "Tell me who you cum for."

You could do it. Could say him. Could do as he asks.

Thing is, you don't think he really wants that.

You think he wants to be mean.

And you know you want him to be mean.

With a small shrug, you widen your eyes. Feign innocence. Like butter wouldn't melt, you suppose, "Anyone who touches me right."

He scoffs.

There's a look in Jeongguk's eyes that promises you that he'll get you leant against that damn balcony while he fucks you just to prove a point—not only to you, but to any fucker who thinks they could ever make you feel the way he does.

"Word?" He grits.

"Chess," you say without hesitation.

It's the green light he needs, but still he tells you, "Gonna be mean."

As much as he enjoys playing the roles of a person he's not when he fucks you, he also never wants you to ever take it to heart. Loves you so purely that he'll always do what he can to keep you comfortable.

It's cute.

Also entirely irrelevant right now, 'cause you want him to be mean.

"You're gonna try ," you tease.

Jeongguk scoffs, again. Likes how bratty you can be. Smirks. Knocks his head to the side. Shakes it. Grips your tits a little harder, then spanks one of them and is pleased with how your body jolts.

A wanton moan escapes your lips. Eyes on his, you're Jeongguk's to devour.

"You think anyone else could get you like this, huh?" He grits, dropping a hand to your spread legs. Sinks his hand between his crotch and yours. Is greeted with evidence of your arousal. Strokes his fingers against you. Gathers some of your slick on his fingers, and is ever so pleased when your lips part for him without a word. Sinking his fingers into your wet, wanting mouth, Jeongguk smirks. "Needy little slut."

The vibration of your moan around his fingers just confirms everything Jeongguk already knows.

He laughs. Is arrogant. Cocksure. Obscenely hot. Your brows furrow as he pulls his fingers from your mouth, before he grips the base of your throat again.

"If you aren't gonna use that mouth to give me serious answers, you're gonna use it for something else instead, aren't you?"

Oh, you're eager . Don't need telling twice. Are off his lap and sinking between his legs without even so much as a guided instruction.

"That's it," he husks as you quickly undo his belt. His trousers, too. Tug them down his thighs. Get his Calvins on show, and his furiously hard cock tenting in them. Your lips press kisses against the fabric, tongue wetting his shaft through the cotton. "Stop fuckin' teasing, baby. Suck it."

If there's one thing you know about Jeongguk, it's that he gets whiny when he doesn't get his own way. On your knees, eyes flicking up to his lust-laced features, you're not gonna be a good girl for him just 'cause he wants you to be. You're gonna hold out. Gonna get him whiny. Gonna—

"You know how many girls down there want this cock, huh? How many waste their time at the bar vying for my attention?" Jeongguk arrogantly smirks. Watches the change in your expression. The hardening of your eyes. The power relinquishing from you to him. The sulphur that's transferred. The club lights paint you in green. He licks his lips. Says, "If I want my cock sucked, I can get it sucked. Give me a reason not to."

Back in the early days, you and Jeongguk had been through his message requests together. He'd downplayed it, but you know it's true. Girls practically drool on the Dionysus bar for him.

If he wanted to, he could.

But he wants you.

Only ever wants you.

You're feeling challenged, though. Are petty. Shrug, "You know how many people hit on me by that very bar?"

He does. Has seen it himself. And has also seen how quickly you dismiss it. Never feels threatened.

Your hands work in tandem, one of them pushing up the bottom of his shirt to reveal his toned abs, the other tugging down on his boxers, revealing his cock.

There's something celestial about having Jeongguk like this. Hard and weak at the exact same time. The tip of his cock has the sheen of precum spilling from his slit, and you don't think you've ever seen him this hard. He's needy. Pathetic. Gorgeous.

Your tongue licks a stripe up his shaft, and Jeongguk's eyes close. His hand finds a home in your hair as his gaze lands on you again.

"I could do this for them," you assure him. Though the music is loud, Jeongguk reads your lips. Twitches as your tongue flicks against his slit. Lips pressing a kiss to his tip, you jerk him a little just to remind him of who is in the position of power right now. "Could fuck anyone I want."

Jeongguk smiles at this. Finds it funny. Cute, even.

"You could," he acknowledges. Tightens his grip on your hair. Gets you back in position, your lips wrapping around his cock as he begins to encourage a momentum. "But I'm still the only one who'll make you cum, aren't I? Could slut yourself out, but it's still me you'll be thinking about. Me you'll be wishing you were with. Me who you'll crawl back to 'cause no one else satisfies you."

With every sentence, he fucks his cock deeper into your mouth. Is practically hitting the back of your throat. Getting your eyes all watery—and he knows your pussy is even wetter.

He lets you do the hard work, but makes sure he pushes your head to the right rhythm. Keeps your movements shallow, focused on his tip, now. Is after one thing and one thing only.

Which is why when he starts moaning in a way that you know means he's close, you pull away.

"Fuck," he hisses, almost keeling over in his seat. The look he gives you is one of sheer disbelief.

"What?" You smile as if butter wouldn't melt. Pretend like you didn't realise he was about to spill over. "You wanna cum, or something?"

"You know I—"

"Go get one of your other girls, then."

Dragging you up onto his lap, Jeongguk laughs, clutches the sides of your face with his hands. Nudges his nose against yours. Doesn't care to keep up the pretence anymore, 'cause he's sensing a nerve was struck.

Even if you are just being petulant for the sake of it, he doesn't ever want you to feel like it's a viable option. Says, "You know I don't want anyone else. Stupid."

"S'not what you said," you childishly pout against his lips. You know damn well he didn't mean it. Honestly, hearing him speak with such arrogance was a turn on; the acknowledgement that even though he's desired, you know he's chosen you. "You said—"

"Hey—you said you could fuck anyone down there," he reminds you. Presses a feathery kiss against the tip of your nose. "And you could. I don't want you to, though."

"No?"

"No, Byeol," Jeongguk whispers against your lips now. Lets his hand sink to your underwear. Pushes them to the side. Lines you up against his shaft. Encourages you to rock ever so gently, coating him in everything you are. "Want you forever, B. Just you and me. You want that, hmm? This, forever?"

Jeon Jeongguk has this way of making you feel powerful and pathetic all within the same moment. You want him so badly it hurts. And so you nod. Raise your hips. Line the tip of his cock up with your entrance. Remind him, "No one else makes you feel like I do. They never will."

It's funny, 'cause that's exactly what Jeongguk was wanting to hear from you earlier. If he really wanted, he could be a dick—but you're the one being needy now, and he likes it so much. Adores it, even. You're so cute , he thinks. So he shakes his head. "No one, baby. Just you."

"You're mine," you tell him, then sink down onto his length. Both of you gasp from the sensation. You've been waiting for this; desperate for it. Foreplay is fun, but all Jeongguk ever wants these days is to utterly and completely lose himself in you. This, to him, is Nirvana.

He nods. Lets his eyes close as your walls adjust to his size. He's so big that it should be painful, but there's something about fucking Jeongguk that just works. The fit is snug, but it's perfect. "Yeah, baby. Yours."

Your hips grind ever so gently, the feeling of fullness he gives you hitting just right. Clit rubbing against his neatly trimmed patch of hair above the base of his cock, you're overwhelmed with just how good it feels to give yourself up for him.

As the sensation settles in, he encourages your movements. Gets you bouncing, his hands on your ass to keep control. Presses wet kisses to the base of your throat. Promises, "You're gonna make me cum so hard."

A man of traditions, Jeongguk takes 'ladies first' incredibly seriously. Knows he's been edged so well this evening that he won't last long at all. Needs to make sure you get there before him.

He sits you up straight. Stops your movements. Has you warming his cock as he just kind of stares at you for a moment. Everything else is drowned out around you both; the music, the lights, the fact this is Jeongguk's place of work, the way his phone is still recording you both.

With a hand on your waist, he holds your cheek with the other. Smiles as your eyes close, head sinking into his touch. Is so in love with you it feels like his heart might just explode.

"My pretty girl," he grins, biting down on his bottom lip. Shakes his head as if he can't believe his luck.

Your chest is exposed, pretty purple posies blooming on your skin from his lips. There's a sheen of glitter all over your body, and Jeongguk knows there must be one on his, too. It's getting harder to distinguish the pair of you as the days go by; your orbit growing smaller.

Both of his hands drop your pussy. One spreads your lips, while the other slowly rubs against your clit. Instantly, you tense a little, the pleasure pulsing through you.

"My pretty, needy girl," he corrects himself, and is incredibly pleased when you nod.

As one of your hands wraps around his wrist, you try your hardest to not start fucking him again. Want this feeling to persevere, but also innately want to coax an orgasm out of him. It's human nature. He's building you up. You wanna do the same right back.

Thick and firm inside you, Jeongguk's cock throbs from just how tightly your walls clamp around him when he begins toying with your clit. Head tipping back, the laugh that stutters in Jeongguk's chest has you whining.

"Stop being so hot," he groans. "Gonna make me cum so fuckin' fast."

Admitting this is a mistake, for it just makes you wanna interrupt his plans of making your finish first. Gets your ass bouncing on his map as Jeongguk desperately tries to hold himself back; to regain a little control. It's a fruitless endeavour. The silky warmth of your cunt is too good.

"Fuck," he grits, giving into the feeling. "B—"

His words are cut off by your lips stealing a kiss from him, that he then steals right back. Messy and without any considered thought behind them, your kisses dissolve into frantic, breathless whimpers. Jeongguk can't hold off.

Head knocking back, Jeongguk's grip on your waist tightens. He holds you down in place, his thick shaft filling you entirely. He's bottomed out; fully encased in the woman he loves. It's too fuckin much. His legs shake. Chest shudders.

And then it's happening; thick ropes of cum spurting into your cunt, filling the spaces he can't reach. He just wines. Whimpers. Curses. "Fuck. Cumming. Making me cum so fuckin' hard, babe. Fuck. Oh, fuck, this cunt. So fuckin' perfect."

His praise is met with the sweetest of giggles, which only encourage him to cum even harder . Both endless and over far too soon, Jeongguk cums so deeply inside you it feels like he's losing all the oxygen in his brain; like a trap door has been pulled beneath him and he'll never stop falling.

Lips finding yours once more, he eases his grip on your hips. Encourages slow strokes of your pussy up and down his cock just to ease the final spurts of cum out of him.

With a laugh and an incredibly heavy chest Jeongguk leans back once more. Shakes his head. Can't stop smiling. Nor can you.

When his gaze finally lands on you a moment or so later, he's still grinning as he whines, "I wanted to make you cum first."

As mad as it sounds, making Jeongguk cum is satisfying enough for you.

He would disagree. Thinks the concept of you not cumming is pure insanity. How anyone could have you like this and not strive to make you come undone is criminal. Also knows he can't stay inside you for much longer, 'cause the overstimulation might just kill him off.

Pressing a kiss to your shoulder, Jeongguk leverages his position. Lays you down, your head near his phone, his cock still inside you. Kisses the base of your throat as he reaches up for his phone. It's warm from the battery being drained, but it's still recording. He leans across and stands it up against one of your drinks on the table. Not much is in frame—but enough to capture his soaked cock glistening under the club lights as he pulls out of you.

Jeongguk is impatient. Tucks himself into his boxers and sinks down immediately. Plugs your hole with his fingers, keeping his cum inside you. Latches his lips around your clit. Sucks. Whines. Vibrates. Makes you writhe as your back arches, legs wrapping around his head.

If heaven is a place on earth, Jeongguk knows it must be between your legs.

His tongue strokes against you as his fingers curl. There's little care given to how messy it all is. If anything, it just makes him like it even more. Wants to fuck you all over again, but knows his cock isn't up for it yet, even if he is.

There's a small shudder to your body; a little warning sign that Jeongguk is edging you closer and closer to coming undone. Just a little more and you'll be there.

He withdraws his fingers, and sinks his tongue to your entrance. Gathers his cum on his tongue, then spreads it all over your needy cunt. Lays claim to you in a way that no one ever has before. Spits. Flicks his tongue so rapidly against your clit it's hard to comprehend. Gets you shaking. Shuddering.

And then he's sucking, fingers plugging you once more. Your body writhes, and he holds you in place. Sucks harder. Fingers faster. Shakes his head, still sucking on your clit. Releases your with pop and then delves back in.

You whine his name, but it's obscured by the bass pumping through the speakers. All you can do is focus on him. How he feels. How much he wants you to feel good, and how well he succeeds at it.

The pressure builds like a star about to burst—and then stardust is scattering around you both, your orgasm disrupting the very atmosphere you're orbiting in.

Sparking through you, the sensation of your orgasm almost makes you fucking cry. Your body shakes. Jeongguk doesn't relent. Goes until you're spent, legs jolting, whimpers pathetic.

Overstimulated and overwhelmed, you encourage him up. Get his lips on yours, his tongue in your mouth. The taste of his cum intertwined with yours only serves to make you whine even more.

The pair of you are spent and sticky, and somehow still desperate for another.

He's the one who eases up first. Pulls back. Presses kisses all over your face. Your neck. Your chest. Your lips once more. Whispers with a smirk, "You got jealous ."

"Didn't," you pout a little.

"Did," he grins, letting his body collapse on yours, 'cause there's no way he wants to go back down to the dancefloor. Not yet. "Jealous and possessive."

"Says you," you huff a little, stroking up and down his still-clothed back with the tips of your nails. Part of you wishes you were home, in bed, clothes tangled in a pile on the floor. It's okay, though. You know it's where you'll end up.

Head on your chest, Jeongguk holds your tits just 'cause he can. Gets one of your nipples in his mouth, again just 'cause he can. Sucks. Pulls back just to say, "Oh, yeah. I was. Fucking hate the idea of you with anyone else." His lips latch around your nipple again, until he takes a second to add, "I'm literally in love with you."

You're caught between laughing and moaning when his lips wrap around your other nipple. There's no reason for him to be toying with you in the way that he is. Both of you have finished. He's just doing it 'cause he likes it.

"You're in love with my tits," you brush off his declaration.

Shaking his head, nipple still in his mouth, he looks up at you. Poutily lets your nipple slip from his lips. Assures you, "I'm an ass guy," then presses your tits together to get both of your nipples in his mouth at the same time.

"You're an ass, full stop," you laugh. "Lucky I love you."

Now this does pull his attention away from your chest.

"Yeah?" He grins, repositioning himself so that his nose can nudge against yours. On top of you, his chain pools against your chin—and then his lips are sinking into yours, pretty kisses taking the place of needless declarations. You both know exactly how you feel about one another.

"Yeah," you nod into his kisses. "So much."

By the time you finish your mindless chatter in the form of aftercare, Jeongguk's phone has a low battery warning on the screen. Neither of you even wanna think about how long that damn video must be.

You set the world to rights; finish your drinks, and cosy up together just to indulge in a little more time alone—but the night is getting away from you. Your friends will be wondering where you are.

Glancing around to make sure you haven't forgotten anything, Jeongguk's face bunches up when he clocks the security camera he'd forgotten about in the corner of the booth. Nods, to drag your attention to it.

"Yeonjun's gonna have a field day with that one," you grimace.

"I'll delete it before he can," Jeongguk promises you.

Far more sober than you both were earlier, Jeongguk deposits you off with your friends when you get back down to the dancefloor. Ignores their questioning of where you've both been. Gives you a quick kiss before he goes to the bar.

Yeonjun's brows seem to be perpetually raised—but it's just 'cause his eyes caught the glimmer of the booth door being opened half an hour ago, and knows damn well exactly where Jeongguk has been.

The fact that Jeongguk's hair is pointing in all different directions only confirms exactly what Yeonjun thinks he must have been doing.

"Need to go into the office," Jeongguk tells Yeonjun, but is met with the shake of his head.

"No need," Yeonjun deadpans. Leans a little bit closer. Assures him, "Cameras are off. Your secrets are safe, boss."

Jeongguk wants to die. Not for the fun reasons he normally does, but for the sheer embarrassment of his junior almost reprimanding him.

He also doesn't trust the cerulean-haired fucker as far as he can throw him.

"I'm still gonna check."

"Fine. But you'll owe me 20,000."

"Huh?"

"It's a bet," Yeonjun says. "I bet you 20,000 that they're off."

If Jeongguk wasn't already convinced, he is now. Yeonjun hates losing these dumb bets.

Still, Jeongguk agrees.

Not even two minutes later, he's walking back by the bar, chewing on minty gum that's kept in the office for far more innocent purposes than this, dropping two 10,000 won notes down for Yeonjun.

"You're welcome!" Yeonjun shouts after Jeongguk with a smug grin. Shakes his head. Puts on the thick accent of an old man and mutters to himself, "Kids these days. Randy bastards. No decorum. No class. Just hormones and bad decisions."

But as Jeongguk is drawn to you in the crowd, like a stargazer is drawn to Polaris, he knows that for all the bad decisions he's ever made, there is one universal truth: No decision has ever been better than making you starfuckers on that very first night.

Arm looping over your shoulders, he presses a kiss to the side of your head. Steals Jimin's drink from him. Gags when he realises it's neat tequila. Offers it to you regardless. Apologises when you also gag.

The night is lost to Dionysus. Just like its namesake, the club is a cesspit of sin and debauchery, but it's impossible not to love the way it feels.

You don't leave until the final song of the night.

"My place or yours?" Jeongguk asks as you meander down the street together, a little behind the rest of your friends. With convenience store snacks in your hands, Jeongguk's phone dead in his back pocket and your clutch bag in his hands, the pair of you are the poster children of a reckless youth maturing into something far better.

Gone are the days of seeking out new strangers, or living for the weekends.

This is it, you think. An endless back and forth of his place, or yours, until one day it'll become obsolete.

So you indulge in what little you have left of the early days. "Yours."

"You know Jimin'll wanna watch The Notebook in the morning, right?" He reminds you with a smile. Is at such ease with his life. Isn't sure what he did to deserve it all.

"Oh, I'm counting on it."

Choosing to walk the half an hour distance it takes to get back to Jeongguk's place, instead of opting for a taxi like the others to their respective homes, you and Jeongguk revel in the early hours of the morning. Talk nonsense. Talk business. Talk nonsense about business.

Time wasted with him is really not wasted at all. Even if the sun is coming up by the time you're entering his building, nodding at the doorman, neither of you are tired of one another. It's hard to imagine a reality where that would ever be true.

When you reach his apartment door, both of you stop in your tracks. It's still on the latch. Ajar. He glances over to you, brows furrowed. Steps in front of you, tucking you in behind him.

Says, "Keep quiet."

Slowly edging the door open, the entryway is a mess. Where a neat pile of shoes typically sits, clothes are strewn. It confuses him for a second—until he hears something that makes him dry heave.

He pushes the door fully open, and is met by Jimin cosplaying as his best Jeongguk impression, eyes wide, like a deer in headlights. His hands are over his crotch, naked and bare for all to see. Behind him, a half-naked girl darts to his room.

Both you and Jeongguk look at Jimin with equal parts shock and horror.

"At least close the bloody door!" Jeongguk almost shrieks.

"I thought you were going to DB's!"

"Well apparently not—wait," Jeongguk looks around the room. Recognises the clothes. So do you. Knows exactly who was wearing them earlier that evening. Gasps. Whisper-shouts, "Is that—"

"Shut up!" Jimin whisper-hisses back, and retreats backwards, hands still covering his modesty as if neither you nor Jeongguk have ever seen it before. "You didn't see shit!"

He escapes into his room, and you do hear his lock go, just to be safe.

Both you and Jeongguk look at each other in a state of shock. It's only broken when you say, "Well I guess he won't be watching The Notebook tomorrow."

But Jeongguk shakes his head. Nods towards the deep navy dress that's crumpled on the floor beside Jimin's shirt. The same dress Nabi had been in earlier that evening. Says, "It's her favourite film. She's the reason he watches it."

And on the counter, rests a flyer from the gallery event. It's folded into the shape of a butterfly.

Looks like the ones Jeongguk always attributed to Hayun.

It's only now that he realises he'd been wrong this whole time.

Just like Jimin watched The Notebook 'cause the girl he could never seem to get over loved it, Hayun made paper butterflies, 'cause her best friend taught her how to make them. Said it'd be a good little party trick to make boys fall in love with her.

And it had been—but it had also just been an entirely fabricated part of her personality. The irony of it all isn't lost on Jeongguk. All he can do is laugh. It confirms everything he already knew: he never understood love until you came along.

"What is it with us and walking in our housemates shagging?" You laugh as you kick off your shoes, unaware of Jeongguk's realisation. Sure he'd told you about Hayun's butterflies before you made your first birds, but it was so long ago that it's a distant memory, now.

"No idea," Jeongguk grins as he follows suit. Holds your hand as you head towards his bathroom. Forgets to grab his towels, but doesn't care even when he remembers. Will risk the naked dash across his apartment later. All he wants is to be with you right now. "We're not far off, though. Yoongi practically caught us at it earlier."

You hum as Jeongguk starts the shower, checking yourself over in the mirror as you discard your dress. The hickies bestowed upon you are ridiculous. The teasing from your friends will be relentless.

"Maybe we should stop being so reckless," you suppose with a glint in your eyes that Jeongguk catches as he turns to study you in the mirror. Slipping your dress off, you keep your eyes on him.

"Where's the fun in that?" He grins, coming to stand behind you. Dipping his lips to the base of your neck, his hands hold your hips. His kisses are gentle. Sleepy.

"So you want to get caught?"

"Never said that," he mumbles. "But I do want everyone to know you're mine, so if that's what it takes..."

"A ring would do the job just fine," you tell him without much thought. "Far less embarrassing, too."

Jeongguk rests his pointy chin on your shoulder. Looks at you in the mirror. "A ring?"

It's only now that you realise the gravity of what you've said. You're tired and your brain isn't really functioning right and oh god—you've barely even been dating for five minutes. It's too soon for any of that.

"Well I've already got a necklace," you try and downplay it, reaching up to touch the silver bird that sits between your collarbones. "Earrings work, too."

Jeongguk smirks. Stands. Rids himself of clothes, and walks to the shower. Tests the temperature of the water. Nonchalantly says, "Always thought you hated the idea of marriage."

"It's archaic," you casually reply, unclasping your bra, and letting it drop to the floor. Jeongguk's eyes are all over you. There's nothing about you he doesn't adore—your need to bicker with him included. "The tax benefits are nice, though."

He nods as you discard your underwear. Says, "I'd make you sign a prenup. Wouldn't want you stealing all my sculptures in the divorce."

" Action figures ," you correct him, joining him in the shower. He doesn't get a chance to argue back, for you're on your tippy toes and pressing a kiss against his lips to remedy the insult you know he's about to feign. "And you're already planning the divorce? That's not very promising. May as well not get married."

He shrugs. "Just making sure I have my ducks in a row before I commit to anything."

"Virgo," you accusingly tease, narrowing your eyes with a terribly hidden smile.

"What was it you said about Virgos?" He teases right back. "That we're written in the stars?"

You can bicker and you can argue all you like—but when Jeongguk has you in his sheets a little while later, curled up against his chest, softly settling into sleep like stardust into the atmosphere, he knows it must be true.

"Sweet dreams, B," he whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

You mumble a response, half asleep already. Let him do as he pleases as he pulls your hand up to his lips. Barely register it when a tender kiss is pressed to your empty ring finger.

"Obsessed," you murmur against his chest—but also delicately press a kiss right where you know his heart is.

He just nods. Yawns. "Obsessed."

[sacaydia]

Lucifer who will…

CW:Smut, Dom!Lucifer, Sub!Reader, GN! Reader, Bd/sm, Spanking, Filming, Humiliation, Shibiru, Hinted towards poly!reader, Voyeurism, Nudes Mentioned, Male Masturbation

A/N:Should I do one of these for everyone? (Line dividers are from @animatedglittergraphics-n-more)

Lucifer who will.. have a strict set of rules for you to follow and if you decide to be bratty and disobey he has no problem bending you over his knee and spanking the attitude right out of you. Your hands tied behind your back in unique patterns, completely naked across his lap, getting spanked till your ass burns when you sit down!

Lucifer who will.. film himself fucking you if his brothers misbehave themselves. Maybe even Simeon, if he gets jealous enough. Lucifer knows his brothers have envy issues, so what better punishment than watching him fuck their self-proclaimed human? Lucifer knows they are jacking off to the sight of you, it fills his pride knowing you are his.

Lucifer who will.. let you take up most his ddd gallery, different photos albums for your selfies, your photos with him and his brothers, and of course your nudes and sexy videos! Lucifer loves jacking off to you late at night in his office. Sometimes when punishing you he’ll make you watch yourself getting fucked by him!

[alphabetboyluvr]

Hey Holly!

Will u do another question box/ask my muse sorta thing on Instagram or tumblr again? I’ve been curious about something.

What would happen if bd!jk had met Annie as the FL and cv!jk had met B? Like sort of a role switch thingy. Just wanted to know your thoughts on how things would turn out :)

Have a great day/night!

<3

I'm always happy to do another insta Q&A, i find them so much fun - i just worry you guys will get sick of them hahaha

this is SUCH an interesting question, because it completely depends on the universe they're in!

Colour Vision Universe

Byeol x CV!JK

They'd meet while Jungkook was doing colour therapy at her art cafe. She'd have a really good grasp on colour, even with monovision, just with how closely she works with the paint - Jungkook would assume she's multi. The glitter would really confuse him with monovision. His eyes wouldn't be able to figure it out, so he'd spend a little extra time staring at her which would ofc get a little confused. She'd try and help him out with the colours, but he'd find himself getting frustrated. We all know B is an acts of service girlie, so she'd spend a little extra time with him coaching him through things. She'd be really impressed by how artistic he is despite it all. They'd bond over cheating exes and how much it sucks to be an artist with monovision - but I think they'd find a kindred spirit with one another instead of a romantic connection. Funnily enough, I could actually see B with CV!Hobi.

Annie x BD!JK

They'd meet through Chloe & Jimin, in a double date kind of situation.It would turn out Jungkook knows Namjoon too (BD!Joon being a newspaper journalist is a nod to CV!!), and so they'd have a lot of mutual connections but I can't see them falling for one another. Annie would like him perfectly fine, but our girlie needs more a project. They wouldn't really have anything in common and nothing tying them together. As for BD!Kook, he'd think Annie was fine, but he'd be the kind to really trust his colours. If he doesn't have an instant spark, he'd think it was fruitless.

Bad Decisions Universe (colours play no factor)

CV!JK x Byeol

They'd meet at a gallery mixer. She'd be trying to network for her career, and he'd have a small photography exhibition. They'd both be a little sick of the rich men at the event, and would bond in the corner next to a tray of free champagne. He'd be intrigued by her - but glitter doesn't photograph well. He'd look at her and think about how much of a nightmare she'd be to take photos of. Much like the CV!universe version, they'd be fine friends, but it wouldn't be romantic.

BD! JK x Annie

They'd meet at the opening of his restaurant. It would be a few years after the BD timeline, 'cause without byeol, it takes a little longer. Namjoon will have asked her to come along, 'cause he wants to celebrate with his friends and not worry about reporting. She'd speak with Jungkook about the hardships he went through to get to this point in his life. She'd find him really admirable, and be impressed by his hard work. The thing with Annie is that she often has red lips and nails. He'd think she was really attractive, but the red would hold him back through association. She'd come in a few weeks later. Her write up did really well, and brought in a lot of business. He'd give her and her friends their meal on the house and they'd get to talking. She'd stay until closing - but Jungkook owns the place. Would stay with her by the bar area until the early hours. It'd happen a few times over the following months and one thing would lead to another. They'd hook up, and it would be great (hello? it's bd jk???), but once they got it out of their system, I don't think they'd be long-term compatible. The first sign of Hayun kicking up a fuss and Annie would be like nope, I'm out.

[mulberrysilk]

— crush | 2 |

Iwaizumi Hajime x f!reader (ft. Mattsun. Makki, Oikawa)

part 1 here

summary: Iwaizumi’s sweet, innocent, vanilla girlfriend, is eased to the four men’s fantasy. The three best friend’s were finally going to have a taste of Hajime’s precious girlfriend.

words: 7.6k+

cw: smut, gang bang, corruption kink, dubcon/noncon, degradation, size kink, unprotected sex, innocent reader, tummy bulge cause of Issei’s BD , voyeurism, mean dom Oikawa, hints of jealousy

a/n: took me so long to finish this oh my goshhhhhhh. I was scared it would not be up to people’s expectations cause I feel like I set the bar high with the first part BUT anyways I did finish it. And I’m sorry for the longggggg wait!!! So here it is!!! So yee, if you like it reblog, like or even send an ask :> thank you for waiting and sticking around even when i disappear out of the blue. ( might change header pic for this post laterz hmmm let’s see)

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B O N U S D R A B B L E 2

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Iwaizumi nudged the door open with his foot and walked in with the tray, admiring your sprawled out body on his bed. You had shifted to sleep on your stomach, one leg over the other and extended long like a cat asleep beneath the warm morning sun.

He’d love to keep you like this, your face relaxed with no signs of any discontent or pain, and hair cascading over your shoulders, it was like one of those paintings he once saw in an art gallery that Oikawa dragged him along with. But he had to wake you up to give you some food to replenish from last night’s endeavors and to talk to you about a certain proposition.

Gently laying the tray on the empty spot beside you, he traced along the bare skin of your shoulders before pressing a kiss on them and with utmost care, caressed and nudged you to wake you from your peaceful slumber.

“Babe, it’s morning and I made you a little something,” he whispered in your ear, placing lazy kisses from the crook of your neck and up to your cheeks as you finally stirred.

The warm fluttering against your skin woke you from your dreamless sleep and when your eyes fluttered opened only to squint at the sunshine lighting the room, your body so slowly started to wake up one limb at a time.

“There she is,” Iwaizumi chuckled, sitting on the edge of the bed as you slowly gathered yourself, eyes shifting around you and limbs stretching so delightfully, the tension being released making you moan a little.

“Morning...” you mumbled, burying your face into the pillow once more, still drowsy.

“Y/N, you have to eat,” he gently shook you again and you whined a little. He smiled to himself. That was cute.

“Guess, I’ll have to eat these pancakes myself,”

Pancakes? You turned your head and took a peek at him with one eye, your line of sight immediately going to the tray that he was holding, golden fluffs of pancake with butter slowly melting on the top and drizzled so decadently with maple syrup.

“You don’t have to eat them yourself,” you shot up, clutching the blankets to your chest to keep your naked body warm. You wiggled closer and reached for the cutlery to indulge yourself in the breakfast treat that Iwaizumi knew you loved so much.

“You okay?” He asked, minutes after you had begun eating. Your cheeks were adorably full of pancakes,  your hair was matte and messy but nonetheless, you were effortlessly glowing in his eyes.

“Mhm..fine...” you mumbled too busy with the delicious pancakes, squealing a little with joy at how fluffy and sweet they were.

Iwaizumi was ready to bring up the topic, not sure on how to tread on it without frightening you or weirding you out. But when you smiled up at him so sweetly after another satisfying bite of the pancakes he made, he hesitated.

You were still fragile for that type of thing...

shit. Iwaizumi swore to himself, feeling a pang of guilt for trying to put you through such an ordeal...if you had thought he was rough last night then he and his friends combined would obliterate you. But he was lying if the prospect of seeing your innocence crumble before him with mind-bending sinful pleasure didn’t turn him on.

“Hajime, you okay?” You placed your hand on his shoulder, breaking him from his intense trance completely clueless to the dark sexual fantasies that crossed his mind when he looked at you.

“I-I’m fine, babe,” he softly smiled, cupping your face and making you crawl closer to get more comfortable.“I hope I wasn’t too rough last night.” He caressed your cheekbone with the pad of his thumb while his other hand guided you to his lap, the tray of half-eaten pancakes abandoned on the left side of the bed.

“I didn’t hurt you did I?” 

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your body against his, the blanket slipping from your form being the only thing separating your skin from his.

“No...” you murmured, burying your face into the crook of his neck as you recalled last night vividly.

Last night was intense, it was a side of Hajime you’ve never seen before. Even just remembering that aura of dominance around him triggered your body to respond and react to the thought of how he had gripped your waist and how fast, deep, and strong every snap of his hips was.

“If anything gets too much in the bedroom, you have to tell me okay?” He whispered in your ear, the concern contrasting so greatly to his possessive predatory one last night.

“I will,” you kissed his neck, the warmth of your lips making him shiver and wrap his one arm around you tighter. “Last night...I kind of...”

You felt embarrassed to say what you wanted and Iwaizumi could tell. He could feel how hot your face was on his shoulder.

“I liked it.”

Not knowing how your words played in him and his friends’ scheme, it gave him the green light, that dark twisted feeling deep within him waking once more.

Maybe he was wrong, Iwa thought, pressing a deep kiss onto your forehead.

Maybe you could take it.

The door to the bedroom closed, the click of the lock falling into place echoed throughout the silent living/dining room, catching the attention of the three other men.

Iwaizumi walked down the hall tray in hand, food eaten, and placed it on the kitchen island before looking at his friends.

They were on the edge of their seats.

“So?” Makki broke the silence, comfortably reclined against the chair. “What’d she say?”

Iwaizumi scratched the back of his head then leaned against the counter, hands firm against the marble.

“I didn’t bring it up,” Iwaizumi finally responded, fighting the blush that grew hot in his cheeks.

“What do you mean, Iwa-Chan? Didn’t take you to be a scaredy-cat.”

Just like that Iwa’s glare darkened.

“He’s scared it might freak her out,” Mattsun spoke up as if he knew you all too well. “Also, he’s a bit protective, aren’t you Iwaizumi?”

“It’s not like we’re going break her,” Makki chuckled, taking a sip of his half-empty glass of juice.

“We just need to guide her...the idea is foreign and also let’s be real, it’s very unconventional for a girl to have 4 lovers at the same time.” Iwaizumi thought out loud, heart melting a little at how precious his girlfriend was. You’d do anything for him wouldn’t you?

“Ooo, lovers,” Makki cooed, legs bouncing up and down excitedly. “Sounds official.”

“You sure she’s comfortable with this?” Mattsun wanted to reaffirm, surprising not only Iwaizumi but Makki and Oikawa as well. Was his crush on you simply just a crush? Or was it stronger than that? He put his own desires aside to make sure that you were comfortable with it despite lusting over you for so long.

“She’s shy...but she likes to please. Besides she’s warmed up to you guys a little. I just need to pace her through it...” Iwaizumi replied before trailing off deep in thought, formulating a plan. Was he a bad boyfriend for doing this?  “When we first did it, I had to guide her all the way... It was cute.”

It made sense to them now.

Iwaizumi didn’t bring it up because he knew the idea would scare you. Trying and learning to please your boyfriend in the bedroom was one thing, and pleasuring his three other friends was going to be another. It was taboo. It was unheard of. It was the kind of thing you’d only hear whispered by word of mouth or seen in exaggerated hentai.

“We just need to guide her...” Oikawa hummed, thinking it over with sadistic glee. He always loved the innocent timid ones. Guiding you was just another way of saying, to dominate you.

“Roger that,” Makki nodded, an enthusiastic dark grin on his face.

“That’s that then,” Mattsun concluded. “We’re all in, Iwaizumi.”

“Right. You guys are coming over again next Friday then. Till then, keep your dicks in your pants alright? ”

The week passed excruciatingly slow for the trio, they were so looking forward to Friday night, and seeing you on campus was both a good and bad thing.

The good was that you couldn’t look them straight in the eyes and would blush whenever they were near, always moving behind Iwaizumi to hide a little. It was adorable and it stirred their want for you even more. Their excitement for when they’d go to Iwaizumi’s place again also showed during their practices, they were far more motivated and driven. Oikawa’s spikes, if possible, increased in strength, Hanamaki and Matsukawa were quick in their feet, the duo, even more intimidating on the court and never missing a single score. Their Ace, reliable as ever.

The bad thing was, seeing you around and hanging out with you on campus tested their self-control. The number of times they had to hold themselves back from attacking your neck greedily whenever you threw your head back as you laughed, or the times where you would innocently place your hand behind your skirt as you bent over to pick something up, or even when they walked you and Iwaizumi home, their light touches desperately wanting to be rougher.

But good things come to those who wait.

“Do you guys want any popcorn or sparkling soda?” You asked them from the kitchen, the movie flashing on the tv long forgotten.

“We’re good babe,” Iwaizumi called out and from where you stop with your glass of water, you smiled at him.

“Okay, well, I’m going to bed,” you waved before making your way to the bedroom, feet bare against the tiled floor and only clad in Iwaizumi’s hoodie, its sleeves going past your hands accentuating how small you were compared to them.

“Baby, come here,”

You tilted your head to the side questioningly but like an obedient little pup your feet carried you to your boyfriend sat in the middle of the couch, legs parted, inviting you to his lap.

Iwaizumi gently held your hand in his and tugged you onto his thighs, throwing a blanket over your legs, your face already going different shades of red as your body melted into him in front of his friends who you thought were watching the movie. He wrapped his arms around you, the position the two of you were in being familiar as you two have cuddled like this before.

He was quite clingy today...you guessed you’ll just fall asleep in his arms. But he had other plans. 

“Hajime...not here,” you whispered, wincing at the sudden touch of his hands wrapping around your waist beneath his baggy hoodie.

Oikawa with his arms folded over his chest, watched the two of you in the corner of his eye, the blinking LED screen being the only source of light in the dark living room.

“If you stay quiet, no one’s going to notice,” he muttered, warm breath against your ear and callous hands cupping your breasts, massaging the soft plump flesh, and pinching your nipples.

“Hajime,” you whimpered, voice softer than the commotion in the film. Your hand grabbed his wrists, barely wrapping around their width as you tried to stop him from doing something so inappropriate with his friends so close.

Makki was slumped at the foot of the couch, his strawberry blond tufts of hair close to brushing your bare thighs, Mattsun was right beside Iwaizumi, eyes focused on the screen, while Oikawa occupied the armchair like a king sat upon his throne.

“You’ll be good for me right?” Iwa rasped, tongue flicking along the joint of your jaw, the same skillful tongue that had sent you over the edge last night.

“Haji...” you wearily mumbled, clutching his wrists to stop his hands from feeling you up which had you squirming and wriggling on his lap. What if his friends see? You didn’t want them to see you any differently or find you disgusting...

Your heart stopped when a hand rested on your thigh, squeezing the flesh so gently and thumb rubbing soothing circles on your skin. That wasn’t Iwaizumi. You knew how his hands felt, this hand had longer fingers and a slightly much more callous touch.

Mattsun felt you tense and that sent an excited shiver down his spine. Your skin was so soft and warm, he was tempted to let his hand travel further up and you looked so cute squirming on your boyfriend’s lap. Was your ass grinding against him unknowingly?

“Issei...” you murmured his name, your eyes meeting his. Your confused, furrowed brows and flustered expression, was sparking the long awaited need that’s been pent up for the past week. And god, you called him Issei. Not Mattsun, not Matsukawa, but Issei. You were really asking for it huh?

“Will you be good for us, baby? We promise to be gentle,” Iwa nipped at your earlobe, a delightful shiver running up and down your spine. “They want you so bad.”

No, they don’t, you denied silently in disbelief, mind fogging up with how Iwaizumi’s hands massaged your aching breasts and Mattsun’s fingers lingered between your inner thighs, so close to your clothed core.

You didn’t know what to do. You were so sensitive to their touch, it was embarrassing. Iwaizumi though relished at how responsive you were. Of course, you were so sensitive and responsive, the chastity he tainted had only got a taste of gentle, vanilla sex and he wanted nothing more than to explore some darker fantasies with you that he never realized he had til he met you.

He wanted to be the one who takes away your innocence completely...you were his to love and to ruin.

Makki was fully aware of what was happening and he felt his excitement bubble in his chest, he glanced at Oikawa who was actually focusing on the film almost like he forgot why they were here in the first place.

Feeling your thighs slowly inch apart, your breath hitched when you felt a warm soft breeze blowing against your core. You tried to squeeze them shut but your ankles were hooked around Iwaizumi’s parted legs, and Matsukawa’s strong hand aided the third person beneath the fleece blanket.

“Hajime..I’m—ah!” You squeaked when pressure was applied onto your clit, those same fingers beginning to slowly trace the shape of your slit through your cotton panties, the shock filling your chest making your thighs pathetically attempt to shut again.

Makki below the blanket and between the valley of your soft thighs, leaned closer, breath against your core, and rubbed your cute little cunt through your underwear, biting his lip when you involuntarily began to soak the fabric with your arousal.

“No...please,” you wriggled, your lower abdomen heating up the same way when Iwaizumi would touch you like that. But it wasn’t your boyfriend. It was Hanamaki.

“How is she down there?” Mattsun asked, voice low and caressing your thigh.

“She’s getting wet,” Makki responded, taking an experimental lick at your core, getting a taste of your juices that soaked your underwear. “She smells and tastes so pretty.” He groaned then buried his face into you, making you jolt on Iwaizumi’s lap. Makki’s finger hooked the fabric aside and his hot tongue dragged up your slit.

“Hear that Y/N?  Makki says you taste pretty,” Iwaizumi whispered in your ear. The way his fingers worked at your breasts while Makki lapped at your core made your head spin as you tried to make sense of what was happening.

Was this normal? Do other girls with boyfriends have their friends do this to them too?

“She’s a pretty little whore in the making,” Oikawa’s voice dipped, words and change in tone frightening you.

“Oikawa-san,” your voice quivered, sinking into Iwaizumi’s body like prey cornered by hunters. He was so unlike himself. His chocolate brown eyes were dark and his pupils were so dilated that in this darkness he no longer appeared as the pretty charming prince that captivated everyone, instead he looked like a devilishly handsome demon.

Makki traced his fingers around your entrance, collecting your wetness before plunging inside you without warning, mouth sucking and tongue playing with your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Makki!” You cried out, back arching at the sudden intrusion.

“Holy shit, she’s so fucking tight,” Makki moaned against your cunt, the vibrations of his voice adding to the pleasure you tried so hard to deny, your walls clenching tightly around his fingers.

Only Iwaizumi was supposed to touch you like this, why are they— “Ah!” Your hands gripped Iwaizumi’s wrist as Makki’s long fingers began to curl and pump inside of you.

“Feels good doesn’t it, baby?” Iwaizumi hummed, letting go of your breasts to lace his fingers with yours in an attempt to comfort you.

You shook your head left and right, still in denial, thinking this was some sort of test to find out how loyal you were to Iwaizumi.

“No? But do you hear how wet you are?”

Your body was betraying you, the wet squelching sound of your cunt being pumped with Makki’s long fingers filled the room, and you could even feel how wet and slick covered they were. And his tongue, gosh, it had you tightening around his fingers every time he sucked and played with your clit. How could you let yourself be touched like this by his friends? Why was your body responding to them? Why wasn’t Iwaizumi stopping them?

Oikawa stood from his seat, height towering over you and casting a shadow over your body being fondled and played with by his friends. You were adorable like this, panting and helpless before them. He traced his finger along your jaw ignoring Iwaizumi’s dark predatory gaze watching him.

“You were always so cute, Y/N-chan,” he tilted his head, a dark smile on his face that gave you the urge to hide or run away. “But you’re a little slut too aren’t you? You like being touched like this. Why deny it?” His thumb ran along your wet plump lips.

“Is Makki going to make you cum?” Oikawa pouted with faux concern, peeling the blanket off of your lap to reveal your legs spread open and Makki playing with your cunt. His eyes observed your body tremble and jolt, grinding on Iwaizumi’s crotch unintentionally, his cock hard in his sweat pants.

“You bet I will,” Makki mumbled against your core, fingers not ceasing their fast pace, scissoring inside your velvety walls, your breathing was ragged and only whimpers and whines sounded from you.

“Bet your pretty little mouth can take—

Before Oikawa could finish his sentence, Mattsun, flicked the setter’s hands away and gripped your chin, turning your head to face him as he crashed his lips on yours.

Your eyes screwed shut as his tongue delved into you, lips kissing you fervently. Iwaizumi continued to attack your neck with his own lips, not stopping his friends. Oikawa pouted at being interrupted and gently wrapped his hand around your dainty wrist, guiding it to his crotch and placing your palm against his clothed erection.

Mattsun pulled away to catch his breath, the taste of your sweet lips lingering on his, wanting to take a good look at you. Tears were in your eyes and they stained your cheeks, your mouth was agape, gasping for air and whining for Makki to stop. His eyes flickered to your reddened lips, the lips he has dreamed so much about, be it kissing his own lips or wrapped around his cock.

“Makki, if you keep doing that I’m g-gonna—,”

“Cum?” Makki grinned, licking his lips stained with your essence, fingers curling in your gummy walls and hitting that spot inside you without fail that had your thighs trembling. 

“Go ahead, baby. Let Makki make you cum,” Iwaizumi pinched and rolled your nipples between his fingers. “You sound so cute whimpering like that.” He nuzzled his cheek against yours momentarily before Mattsun captured your lips once again the exact moment your core snapped.

Your eyes widened and a cry struck your vocal cords as pleasure rippled throughout your body, your sounds muffled in the sloppy hot kiss Mattsun trapped you in. You writhed on Iwaizumi’s lap, trembling as Makki continued to lap every single drop of your climax, tasting you and suckling at your essence like it was honey.

Your heavy-lidded eyes flickered to Makki on his knees with his face buried in your cunt. Through your tear-stained lashes you blearily blinked at him, his own eyes locked with yours as you came on his tongue.

“Good girl,” Iwaizumi praised over and over in whispers against your ear, caressing your head. “Makki made you feel good, didn’t he? You don’t have to lie, princess. It’s okay.” He reassured you. Iwaizumi had to be the voice of calmness and reassurance at this moment, knowing that his friends had no intention to go gentle on you. He had to support you and guide you through this.

Makki awaited your response with bated breath, and let out a triumphant exhale and smile when you looked away shyly parting from Mattsun’s lips and nodded, chest rising and falling heavily.

“You tasted so sweet, Y/N,” Makki gathered your slick in his fingers again, your core still throbbing from the orgasm he forced out of you. “I could do this all day.”  He licked his fingers clean, making you blush even further.

“Kiss her Makki,” Oikawa ordered, his hand still wrapped around your wrist that had your hand against his hardened member. “Let her taste herself.”

Makki grinned and instantly leaned up to kiss you, your fingers clutching into Iwaizumi’s forearm. You were supposed to find this completely dirty and embarrassing but tasting yourself on Makki’s lips and tongue, a part of you actually liked it.

“She’s so obedient,” Oikawa hummed in approval, tugging his trousers down, low enough to free his cock and guiding your soft dainty fingers to wrap around him.

Your heartbeat quickened. What were you going to do? You haven’t done that before, your panic was easily read by Oikawa.

“You’ve never given Iwaizumi a hand job before?” He raised a well-groomed brow.

Makki pulled away to rid himself of his shirt, allowing you to catch your breath. You were about to shake your head but Oikawa gripped your chin.

“Use your words,” he commanded in a sing-song voice that didn’t comfort you or lift the tension at all.

You felt so small around them. Even smaller than they already made you feel with their stature.

“I haven’t....” you admitted, holding Iwa’s hand.

“It’s okay baby,” Iwaizumi reassured, gently kissing your cheek. “You could always learn. It’s nothing to feel bad about. It’s not your fault.”

“You’re being too gentle with her Iwa-chan,” Oikawa tutted. “She should get some punishment for not putting in the extra effort to learn.”

You shut your thighs closed and began to sink against Iwaizumi, the word punishment scaring you. In their eyes, you were a cornered kitty with nowhere to go.

“Did you ever use your pretty mouth on him?” Oikawa questioned, guiding your hand up and down his shaft. You couldn’t even look him in the eyes. “Answer me, Y/N.” His voice darkened again.

“No,” you meekly answered.

“See, not so hard to use words isn’t it?” Oikawa caressed your cheek, while you wished Iwaizumi wasn’t so silent and as if he read your mind, he swatted Oikawa’s away.

“I told you to guide her through it, not be a dick about it,” Iwaizumi scolded his friend, Oikawa’s dominating facade cracking a little at Iwaizumi’s tone.

“I am guiding her. You should thank me, I’m gonna teach her how to use her cute hands and pretty mouth,”

“With your dick?” Iwa scoffed.

“Her hands on my cock and her mouth for you,”

“Just...” you finally spoke up, all eyes on you. “Please be gentle...I just don’t want to disappoint all of you...don’t want to disappoint,Hajime.”

A chord was struck within all of them.

This was what Iwaizumi meant when he said you loved to please. It’s not even because you loved it, it was in your nature. Your sweetness and desire to please rooted from childhood when you saw how pleasing others be it with good deeds or merely obeying, made them happy.

Their want for you if possible increased. That part of you just fed to their twisted fantasies, they could mold you to their desire, make you theirs so easily. With you, they knew that they could have you at the palm of their hands, they could condition you to love them and only them, to mark you as theirs and carve your walls with the the shape of their cocks that you wouldn’t want anyone else.

In fact, you should consider yourself lucky. They were going to teach you everything.

Oikawa sighed in defeat, deciding that he will be nicer to the Angel on Iwaizumi’s lap. He caressed your cheek, the warmth in his brown eyes returning.

“You can never disappoint us,” he promised, the trust and belief in your eyes sparkling before him. So obedient. So naive. You’d believe anything they would say.

As if to make you believe them even more, Mattsun pressed a kiss on the left side of your neck.

“We’ll help you,” he reassured, hand snaking up beneath the hoodie to cup your left breast. He groaned at their softness, they felt even better against his hands.

“But you have to be a good girl,” Oikawa was thrusting his hips in languid motions, your hand still wrapped around his cock. “You have to do as we say because I know, you know what happens to good girls who disobey. They get...”

“Punished...” you winced, when your darling boyfriend behind you had his hands on your hips, grinding your bare cunt against his clothed cock, the friction of the cotton fabric making you grip Oikawa’s cock a little more not knowing what it would do.

The setter groaned. “Mhm...Just like that.”

“Go faster, baby,” Iwaizumi whispered in your ear. “Move your hand faster. Up and down...good girl.”

You followed his instructions and Oikawa let out a moan while Iwaizumi ground against your core, his touch being something so familiar that your body reacted instantly.

“Your hands are so soft,” Oikawa hummed, running a hand through his hair, hips rocking forward and back assisting your motions. But when his eyes flickered to where your cunt drooled over Iwaizumi’s hard cock, staining his sweat pants, he grabbed your wrist to stop you. Worry flashed in your eyes.

“D-did I do something wrong?”

“No, no,” Oikawa smiled soothingly, hands grabbing the hem of the sweatshirt to pull it over you. He discarded it in the corner and your arms instinctively crossed over your breasts, not used to anyone else other than Iwaizumi seeing you so vulnerable. “We just need to switch up the positions a little bit. It’s not fair to keep the others waiting.”

You batted your lashes with confusion as he took your hand guiding you to your knees, trembling in anticipation and eyes glancing at Iwa for reassurance.

The brunette tucked your hair behind your ear and placed a kiss on your forehead before his voice got cold again and deep, making you feel as if you were standing on thin ice.

“I want you to ride our dear Mattsun,” he commanded, turning you to face Mattsun, his long legs spread wide open and the rest of him reclined lazily on the couch, his brows in their usual unamused arch.

“I think between Makki and me, Mattsun should be the first to fill your tight little cunt,”

“F-first?” Everything was happening so fast, your brain couldn’t take it all in. What did Tōru meant by first?

Mattsun’s hands found their way to your hips, caressing and feeling your skin, his eyes hungrily ogling your breasts and glistening core.

“He crushed on you long before Iwa-chan and you began dating.”

He what?

Oikawa with his firm hands on your shoulders pushed you forward to stand between Mattsun’s legs, the outline of his erection making you gulp.

“He’s been needing you the longest. Why won’t you be a good girl and straddle his lap, hm?”

Scared of the consequences if you did not listen, you placed your legs on either of his lap your hands resting on his shoulders as you looked at anywhere but him, embarrassed to be straddling another man right in front of your boyfriend.

“You’re so beautiful,” Mattsun whispered in your ear making sure only you heard what said. “He’s telling the truth you know? I always wanted you.”

“Issei,” you whimpered, when he pulled your hips down against his crotch, his hardness rubbing against your clit over and over. As much as you hated to admit it, your walls were clenching around nothing, begging to be filled and stretched, you could feel how wet you were and it showed when small wet stains marked the fabric.

“Do you want me, Y/N?” One of his hands left your hips, untying his trousers and freeing his cock from them, hand around his girth as he positioned the bulbous head of his cock leaking with pre-cum at your entrance.

Your hands gripped his shoulders when he began to trace the slit of your pussy with the tip, slicking himself with your arousal.

“You’re so nice and wet,” he praised, kissing your collarbone. “Take a look.”

You wished you didn’t. His cock was far bigger than you thought. It was lengthy and thick, it differed greatly from all his friends and you weren’t even used to how Iwaizumi’s own cock would stretch you every time the two of you had sex. How were you going to fit that inside of you? It was going to tear you apart.

“I-Issei, I don’t think it’ll fit,” you murmured, nervously clutching his shoulders. Yet your body was tingling.

“We’ll make it fit,” he simply responded, slowly pushing the tip of his cock in.

“W-what? Wait!” You slumped against him. “W-wait! Please—

“Y/N I’ve waited too long for this,” he growled, self-control fading fast at how your tight walls clenched around him at the first half inch. Fuck, he needed to feel those heavenly walls around his cock. He pushed your hips lower, watching the way your lower lips split open to try and accommodate his size. “Fuck.”

It stung. You really believed you were going to break.

You felt so utterly full and when you glanced down to see you were only halfway down his length, tears had begun to wet your lashes. This was wrong. That place was supposed to be only for Hajime. And yet, your boyfriend was watching, cock in hand and pumping at the sight of you trying to take his friend’s fat cock.

“Issei, it hurts,” you cried onto the crook of his neck.

“Never took a cock this big huh?” He kissed the side of your head, eyes crazed at how your little cunt was trying to swallow his length. This was far better than his dreams. “You feel so good. So tight.” His thumb circled your clit, helping to soothe and distract you from the unfamiliar stretch. “But we need to put your pretty mouth to good use too. Don’t you think?”

“W-what?”

Before you knew it, you were on your hands and knees, Mattsun repositioned himself behind you, toying with your clit while you were at eye level of Oikawa’s chiseled abdomen, his eyes judging and observing you with such strictness as you bobbed your head up and down, his cock twitching and hot in your mouth. The loss of Mattsun’s cock inside of you, made your core ache and it didn’t help that he was only playing with your clit at the moment and teasing the tip at your entrance.

“Hm...not bad,” Oikawa hummed, running his fingers through your hair, eyes closing as enjoyed the warmth of your mouth. “Use your tongue...just like that.” He groaned, bucking his hips ever so slightly into you making you shiver backward when his cock reaches in far too close for comfort. “Awe, princess, you’re still not so sure on how to do it Hm? That’s okay, I don’t mind doing it myself.”

Himself? You cried around his length when he began to thrust in and out of your mouth, your eyes wide when you feel him down your throat, your tears flowing down your cheeks as you helplessly let yourself be used.

Distracted with the dizzying rough ministrations of Oikawa’s cock in your mouth, Mattsun slid his cock all the way in your tight cunt once more, making you cry and moan onto Oikawa’s length, the vibrations of your throat making him groan and increase his speed.

Iwaizumi bit his lip, cock painfully hard in his grasp as he watched you. Your frame was so tiny compared to him and his friends. So fragile, and yet you were holding up with their rough actions. With observant eyes, he could see the bulge that came and went in your throat when  Oikawa’s cock glided in and out of you, and with Mattsun’s hard fast thrusts, Iwaizumi and Makki swore he could see Issei’s cock bulging out your lower abdomen.

“That’s so hot,” Makki chuckled, giving Iwaizumi a squeeze on the shoulder like the ones he did before he went on court, and nestled his way beneath you, mouth latching on to your breasts.

“Do you feel Issei here?” Makki grinned, placing his hand on your lower belly, feeling the jolts of the collision between Mattsun’s cock and your cervix. You cried out at the pressure, trying to pull away from them in hopes to ask if they could be more gentle. “Shit, Mattsun, you’re really deep inside her. I can feel you dude.” 

“Yeah? Lemme feel,”

There was so much going on. Your mind couldn’t process every movement and their words. You felt and heard them but they were muffled like your cries and moans, all drowned out by the maddening pleasure ripping through every fiber of your body.

Issei was stretching your walls and filling you up from behind, and you were so utterly full. You believed your mind was going to break from all this and Oikawa fucking your throat just added to this madness.

“F-fuck,” Tooru hissed, fingers tangled with your hair as he suddenly stilled. Then you felt it, his climax dripping down your throat. You desperately tried to pull away, you felt suffocated even though you were breathing in through your nose but your reaction made the setter growl and hold you in place. “Where do you think you’re going? I thought you were going to be good. Don’t waste a single drop, Y/N...or else.”

Your wide teary eyes looked up at him so weakly, so pathetically as you heed his commands, allowing the warm cum to spill down your throat till he was finished before pulling out. A string of his cum and your saliva went from his cock to your swollen lips, you did your best to try and let the oxygen flood your chest but that proved difficult with how Mattsun was pounding into you, his hands gripping your hips harshly.

“Let me see.” Oikawa gripped your chin, tilting your head up to him, your mouth open as you panted, no remnants of his cum in your mouth. The sight made the setter smile softly at you. “Would you look at that, Iwa-chan,” he chuckled mirthlessly. “She swallowed every drop.”

Iwaizumi from the armchair groaned at the sight of your dark pink mouth, cum swallowed clean from them.

“Ah. Issei!” You moaned, chest collapsing onto Hanamaki, your rear still hoisted up by Mattsun. “T-too deep.” Makki kissed your temple as you clutched onto him for comfort, whispering sweet nothings in your ear as you whimpered and whined. “G-gonna cum!”

Your exclamation, if possible, made Issei go faster, repeatedly without fail hitting the sweet spongy spot inside you that dulled all reason and logic completely. All you could think about was his cock and the way it was making you feel.

Iwaizumi from his spot watched a twinge of jealously swelling in his chest as Mattsun fucked you dumb. It was definitely a sight that turned him on, your cute face was wet with tears of rapture, your moans and whimpers that gradually got louder and shameless were signs you were so close to falling apart and your body jolting at the sheer force of his friend’s thrusts made jealously and lust mix together.

Did you really look that pretty when he fucks you? Also, he couldn’t shake off the uneasy feeling of how you didn’t reach out or call out to him for comfort after his friends had you complying with their will.

‘Don’t want to disappoint, Hajime,’ your words from earlier echoed in his head. It was all for him. You were doing this for him. It was sweet really. And you were far too naive to know better, to know that a guy letting his friends fuck you weren’t normal at all. That this was just a sick twisted fantasy that he wanted to be fulfilled.

You were wholeheartedly his, and now theirs as well. But Iwaizumi knew, no matter how good they fucked you, you never loved them as much as you loved him.

Mattsun’s hiss pierced Iwaizumi’s ears but the soft refrain of your final cry dampened his sound, your body trembled from head to toe and it arched into Makki as you clamped around Issei’s cock, gushing around him while he unloaded himself into you. Hot spurts of his cum filling you up till it leaked from your abused cunt.

Iwaizumi scorned the look of adoration in Mattsun’s face as your body collapsed into Makki’s, panting against his neck and still shivering from the bliss. The way he looked at you. So fondly. So…enchanted.

Then Makki, took his turn, laying you down on the couch, parting your doll limp legs, and aligning himself at your entrance, a mix of yours and Mattsun’s cum leaking out. But Makki stuffed it back in by sheathing himself inside you, your walls hot and slick already.

“Ah, fuck! She’s so tight,” he groaned, moving in and out of you slowly, relishing each drag of your walls being stretched over and over with each thrust. “Even after taking Issei. F-fuck—“

“Makki, wait,” you whimpered, hand pushing against his hip. “I’m still too—ah!—sensitive.” But he didn’t stop, he’s dreamt of this for far too long too. “Hajime!” You cried out and he was immediately by your side, looming over you, eyes impassive as blearily looked at him.

He tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear as your body bounced with each thrust. You looked so slutty like this, your furrowed brows and plump parted lips, eyes squeezing shut now and then when the sensation feels too much. So pretty, he thought. 

“Go on, Y/N-Chan,” Oikawa chuckled your hand around his cock again as you pumped him mindlessly. “Show Iwa-chan just how good your mouth is.”

Without any hesitation, you opened your mouth, tongue poking out, so easily bending to their whims as the boys reduced you to nothing but a fuck toy. Your boyfriend did his best to not be as rash or rough as his friends have been, but the way your tongue and mouth worked wonders on his cock, had him losing his own self-control and rutting his hips hard, the tip of his cock reaching the back of your throat.

“Good girl,” Iwaizumi groaned, your eyes gazing up at him like he was your salvation making him buck his hips a little into you to feel your throat squeeze his cock. A soft smile adorned his face. Your heart swelled and you kept your teary eyes locked with his, the intensity of adoration they conveyed sending Iwa on the edge, cumming down your throat.

You moaned around his length when you felt his seed spill and the vibrations of your sounds made Iwa’s dick twitch in your mouth, another long groan of satisfaction leaving his lips. Then your body was engulfed by nothing but hot warmth, another orgasm shaking all over your body to your core. Makki’s cum mixed with Mattsun’s inside of you while Oikawa finished on your tits, his cum painting your skin white.

You weren’t able to gather what happened after that, the next thing you knew you were in yours and Iwa’s shared bed with him holding you in his strong arms with him asleep. Had all of that been a dream?

The ache between your thighs when you shifted on the bed told you it wasn’t and softly, outside in the living room, you could hear them. Your boyfriend’s friends, laughing away and talking about something you couldn’t quite make out. Your head felt light while your body felt the opposite, your cunt felt sore and your throat, was dry and coarse.

“Hajime—,” you croaked, an unpleasant raspy sound but his ears picked it up immediately. His eyes flew open and you were met the dark brown eyes that you trusted and loved with all your heart.

“What’s up, baby?” He asked, throwing an arm over your stomach and nestling his head into the crook of your neck.

Before you could say you were thirsty, you coughed and he was quick to grab the prepared glass of water by the bedside table, bringing the rim to your lips and helping your drink, the cool water soothing your parched and itchy throat.

“You did so well,” he cooed softly, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you to his chest. Your cheeks instantly warmed his approval meaning the world to you.

“I still only love you,” you murmured nervously, lacing your fingers with his, feeling a little embarrassed to have been fucked by his friends and to be seen so vulnerable as you only had been with Hajime. And yet, the pleasure they made you feel…it was on a whole new level.

Iwaizumi held back his laughter, your attempt of reassurance cute. He knew that already. Even long before he agreed his friends to indulge.

“I know baby,” he hummed, feeling you relax in his hold, melting into him, still fatigued. “I only love you too.” But then an image of how you looked at Issei when he had you and how Issei gazed at you with nothing but want and adoration, sparked hints of jealousy deep in his chest.

“Did you have fun?”

Reluctant to answer, you couldn’t deny that the sudden turn of events was erotic…and it was fun.

“Is it bad that I did?” You tilted your head to look up at him, his brows relaxed and not furrowed, his expression reassuring you a little. You were sure it wasn’t normal to fuck your boyfriend’s friends…the idea felt forbidden. Like a dirty fantasy that one cannot admit to having ever thought about.

“No.” His voice pierced your thoughts, making them part like dark clouds and finally letting some sunlight peek through. “What matters to me, was that you felt good. If those idiots couldn’t make you cum and didn’t care about making you cum, I would’ve beaten them to a pulp.”

Softly, you laughed, a smile etching its way on your face as relief washed over you, and the comfort and ease between you and Iwa returned, stronger than ever.

“You looked so fucking sexy though,” he whispered in your ear, the image of what had happened making his cock twitch under the covers. “So pretty.” He peppered kisses on the crown of your head. “I honestly didn’t think you’d be able to take it.”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “I’m not made of glass, Hajime.”

“Is that so?” He smirked, and you found yourself flustered once again and even shoved one of the pillows into his face, telling him that before he could have any ideas, he should let you rest first.

And he did let your rest, before slipping out of the warmth of the bed and slipping on his sweat pants. He walked out into the living room to see his friends lounged about with another video game on the tv. They were in high spirits and he went over to where Makki and Issei sat, playing away, and smacked both the back of their heads.

Oikawa blinked, pausing his aimless scrolling through social media.

“Dude, what the fuck!” Makki groaned. “I felt like my head was going to be spiked off my neck. What’s the deal?”

“You idiots came inside her,” he growled, knocking their heads against each other this time.

“You didn’t say we couldn’t!”

Iwa’s teeth ground against each other, his jaw clenching. Makki was right, he didn’t mention it. That was his own fault. If only they knew how annoyed he was to be cleaning you up only to wipe away cum that wasn’t his.

“Next time you two pull that shit again, I’ll punch you both in the stomach.” He warned but his ultimatum wasn’t what they took away from his words.

“Oh? There’s a next time?” Oikawa smirked, thinking of having his turn with you.

A vein protruded in Iwa’s forehead, holding back curses and swears at their beaming faces. Instead of responding to the question they wanted to be answered, he turned around and made his way back to the bedroom, ignoring Makki and Oikawa’s boos and whines. Issei’s silence and laid back, uninterested gaze, making Iwa weary.

“Keep it down and lock the doors before you go to bed,” was all he said before disappearing into the room that separated him and his friends, in this room it was a tranquil moment and a place where you were wholeheartedly his. Not theirs. But his.

[archive-archives]

Coming in April!

NEW 2020 1080p HD masters                                                                               JOSIE AND THE PUSSYCATS IN OUTER SPACE

Run Time             352:00

Subtitles               English SDH

Audio Specs        DTS HD-Master Audio 2.0 - English, MONO - English

Aspect Ratio       1.33:1 4x3 FULL FRAME

Product Color    COLOR

Disc Configuration 2 BD 50

 Rock stars Josie and the Pussycats are out of this world...literally! When the bumbling Alexandra accidentally launches Josie and the gang into outer space, they travel through the galaxy searching for a path back to Earth. Along the way, they meet cat people, robot monsters, evil dictators, space pirates and plenty of strange creatures, including their new companion Bleep, voiced by Hanna-Barbera legend Don Messick. Fortunately, everyone’s a fan of Josie and the Pussycats, including aliens! Rocket through the universe with your favorite superstars as they save the day, sing some songs and have a hip-happenin’ good time in a 2-disc, 16-episode Josie and the Pussycats in Outer Space complete series collection that hits all the right notes!

                                                                                                                                NEW 2021 1080p HD Master Sourced from 4K scan of preservation film elements!       

GREEN DOLPHIN STREET

Run Time             141:00

Subtitles               English SDH

Audio Specs:       DTS HD-Master Audio 2.0 - English, MONO - English

Aspect Ratio:      1.37:1 4x3 FULL FRAME

Product Color    BLACK & WHITE

Disc Configuration           BD 50

Special Features: Lux Radio Theater Broadcast;  Theatrical Trailer (HD)    

                                                                        The Academy Award® winner about star-crossed love that spans the years – and the globe. After her triumph as the lunchroom temptress in the crime classic The Postman Always Rings Twice, Lana Turner expanded her range with Green Dolphin Street. Set in 19th century Europe and New Zealand, this sweeping romance tells the story of two beautiful sisters, one headstrong (Turner) and one gentle (Donna Reed), and of the man (Richard Hart) who marries one even though he loves the other. The film’s riptides of emotion are matched by breathtaking physical tumult: a fierce Maori uprising plus a catastrophic earthquake and tidal wave that earned the film a 1947 Oscar® for special effects. With its dramatic story and spectacular visuals, Green Dolphin Street drew huge audiences for epic moviemaking, being one of the top-ten box office hits of the year.

 NEW 2021 1080p HD Master Sourced from 4K scan of Nitrate preservation elements!               

BROADWAY MELODY OF 1940    

Run Time             102:00

Subtitles               English SDH

Audio Specs:       DTS HD-Master Audio 2.0 - English, MONO - English

Aspect Ratio:      1.37:1 4x3 FULL FRAME

Product Color    BLACK & WHITE

Disc Configuration           BD 50

Special Features: Making-of Featurette: "Begin the Beguine" (hosted by Ann Miller); "Our Gang Comedies: The Big Premiere"; MGM Cartoon: "The Milky Way" ; Original Theatrical Trailer (HD)

 The job – a career breakthrough – is supposed to go to hoofer Johnny Brett, but a mix-up in names gives it to his partner. Another example of Broadway hopes dashed? Not when Johnny is played by Fred Astaire. Sparkling Cole Porter songs, clever comedy and dance legends Astaire and Eleanor Powell make the final Broadway Melody (co-starring George Murphy) a film to remember. Powell’s nautical “All Ashore" routine (a/k/a I Am the Captain”), Astaire’s blissful “I’ve Got My Eyes on You” and Fred & Eleanor's elaborate routine to Cole Porter's classic "I Concentrate On You" are more than enough to please any fan. But they’re just a warm-up for the leads to tap one finale number into immortality: “Begin the Beguine,” introduced by Frank Sinatra in That’s Entertainment! with, “You can wait around and hope, but you’ll never see the likes of this again.”                                                                                     

 NEW 2021 1080p HD Master Sourced from a new 4K restoration of the last-known surviving nitrate Technicolor print!

DOCTOR X (1932)            

Run Time             76:00

Subtitles               English SDH

Audio Specs:       DTS HD-Master Audio 2.0 - English, MONO - English

Aspect Ratio:      1.37:1 4x3 FULL FRAME

Product Color      COLOR; BLACK & WHITE

Disc Configuration           BD 50

Special Features: Alternate B&W version of feature; DOCTOR X (HD): UCLA Before & After Restoration featurette (HD); New documentary: "Monsters and Mayhem: The Horror Films of Michael Curtiz (HD); New feature commentary by author/film historian Alan K. Rode; Archival feature commentary by Scott MacQueen, head of preservation, UCLA Film and Television Archive. Original B&W Theatrical Trailer (HD)             

 Is there a (mad) doctor in the house? “Yes!” shrieks Doctor X, filmed in rare two-strip Technicolor®. An eminent scientist aims to solve a murder spree by re-creating the crimes in a lab filled with all the dials, gizmos, bubbling beakers and crackling electrostatic charges essential to the genre. Lionel Atwill is Doctor Xavier, pre-King Kong scream queen Fay Wray is a distressed damsel and Lee Tracy snaps newshound patter, all under the direction of renowned Michael Curtiz. The new two-color Technicolor master was restored by UCLA Film and Television Archive and The Film Foundation in association with Warner Bros. Entertainment. Funding provided by the Hobson/Lucas Foundation. Also includes the separately filmed B&W version (which has been restored and restored from its original nitrate camera negative) originally intended for small U.S. markets and International distribution, and which has been out of distribution for over 30 years.

 NEW 2021 1080p HD Master Sourced from 4K scan of original nitrate Technicolor negatives!       

ANNIE GET YOUR GUN (1950)

Run Time             107:00

Subtitles               English SDH

Sound Quality    DTS HD-Master Audio 2.0 - English

Aspect Ratio       1.37:1 4x3 FULL FRAME

Product Color    COLOR

Disc Configuration           BD 50

Special Features: Susan Lucci retrospective & intro piece (from 2000 DVD release); Outtakes: Let’s Go West Again-Betty Hutton, Doin’ What Comes Natur’lly-Judy Garland, I’m an Indian, Too-Judy Garland,  Colonel Buffalo Bill with Howard Keel and Frank Morgan; Stereo audio pre-recording session tracks including There’s No Business Like Show Business featuring Judy Garland; Theatrical Re-issue Trailer (HD)

 Betty Hutton (as Annie Oakley) and Howard Keel (as Frank Butler) star in this sharpshootin’ funfest based on the 1,147-performance Broadway smash boasting Irving Berlin’s beloved score, including “Doin’ What Comes Natur’lly,” “I Got the Sun in the Morning” and the anthemic “There’s No Business Like Show Business.” As produced by Arthur Freed, directed by George Sidney, and seen and heard in this new remastered HD presentation, this lavish, spirited production showcases songs and performances with bull’s-eye precision, earning an Oscar®* for adaptation scoring. The story is a brawling boy-meets-girl-meets-buckshot rivalry. But love finally triumphs when Annie proves that, yes, you can get a man with a gun!                                                                    

 NEW 2021 1080p HD Master!                                                                                 QUICK CHANGE (1990)

Run Time             88:00

Subtitles               English SDH

Sound Quality    DTS HD-Master Audio 2.0 - English

Aspect Ratio       1.85:1, 16 X 9 WIDESCREEN

Product Color    COLOR

Disc Configuration           BD 25

Special Feature: Theatrical Trailer

 The star of Caddyshack, Ghostbusters and Groundhog Day headlines and codirects this uproarious Big Apple heist-and-pursuit caper. Bill Murray plays Grimm, a frazzled urbanite who disguises himself as a clown – and sets out to rob a bank. Geena Davis and Randy Quaid play accomplices in Grimm’s daring scheme and Jason Robards is the blustery cop caught up in Grimm’s “Clown Day Afternoon.” Swiping a million bucks is a snap compared to getting out of town. Grimm and cohorts commandeer a car, a cab, a bus, a baggage tram and a plane (and encounter future stars Stanley Tucci and Tony Shalhoub in hilarious supporting roles) to make what becomes a less-than-merry escape. But for comedy lovers, Quick Change is a ticket to ride!                                                                                                 

 NEW 2021 1080p HD Master Sourced from 4K scan of best surviving nitrate preservation elements!            EACH DAWN I DIE (1939)

Run Time             92:00

Subtitles               English SDH

Audio Specs:       DTS HD-Master Audio 2.0 - English, MONO - English

Aspect Ratio:      1.37:1 4x3 FULL FRAME

Product Color    BLACK & WHITE

Disc Configuration           BD 50    

Special Features: Warner Night at the Movies including 1939 Short Subjects Gallery: Vintage Newsreel,  WB Technicolor Short: "A Day at Santa Anita", WB Cartoon: "Detouring America"; Restrospective featurette: "Stool Pigeons and Pine Overcoats: The Language of Gangster Films" ; Feature Commentary by Film Historian Haden Guest; Breakdowns of 1939: Studio Blooper Reel; WB Cartoon: "Each Dawn I Crow"; Radio show w/George Raft & Franchot Tone; Trailer for "Wings of the Navy" and Original Theatrical Trailer for Each Dawn I Die (HD)  

 Framed for manslaughter after he breaks a story about city corruption, reporter Frank Ross is sure he’ll prove his innocence and walk out of prison a free man. But that’s not how the system works at Rocky Point Penitentiary. There, cellblock guards are vicious, the jute-mill labor is endless, and the powers Ross fought on the outside conspire to keep him in. Frank’s hope is turned to hopelessness. And he’s starting to crack. Two of the screen’s famed tough guys star in this prison movie that casts a reform-minded eye on the brutalizing effects of life in the slammer. James Cagney “hits a white-hot peak as [Ross,] the embittered, stir-crazy fall guy” (Leonard Maltin’s Movie Guide). And George Raft (Cagney’s friend since their vaudeville days) portrays racketeer Hood Stacey, who may hold the key to springing Ross.                               

 NEW 2021 1080p HD Master Sourced from 4K scan of best surviving preservation elements!                 

ANOTHER THIN MAN (1939)

Run Time             102:00

Subtitles               English SDH

Audio Specs:       DTS HD-Master Audio 2.0 - English, MONO - English

Aspect Ratio:      1.37:1 4x3 FULL FRAME

Product Color    BLACK & WHITE

Disc Configuration           BD 50    

Special Features: M-G-M Musical Short: Love on Tap; Classic M-G-M Cartoon: The Bookworm

 Dum-Dum, Wacky, Creeps, Fingers: They’re just a few of the hoodlums in the world of amateur sleuths and professional bon vivants Nick and Nora Charles. And now there’s a new hood: parenthood. A birthday – make that boithday – party that some of da boys hold for infant Nick Jr. is part of the fun in this third film in the witty series. The case begins when the Charles family arrives for a weekend with a Long Island industrialist who fears someone wants to kill him. Sure enough, his fears come true. Nick (William Powell) is among the suspects. Asta scrams with what may be the murder weapon. And Nora (Myrna Loy) has her own ideas about the case and sneaks off to a nightclub to ferret out a clue. “Madam, how long have you been leading this double life?” Nick asks. “Just since we’ve been married,” she replies.

[torsena123]

Taransusie is so god damn underrated I'm going crazy here. Like.. there is no content and I'm scared to put mine out there. But anyway, you got any more hcs for a fellow starving anon??

ANOTHER TARANSUSIE ENTHUSIAST!?

Ikr? There isn't much content about them but it just motivates me to either make my own or appreciate what's already here!

Im saying that i would definitely appreciate more content of the ship, so don't feel scared of putting them out there!

Here are some more taransusie hcs:

At night, sometimes instead of talking, one of them streams a game while the other does commentary. Its usually just them in a call, one streaming and the other watching. One time, they played through a PMD game and got attached with the characters. They both cried at the ending djdkdjdjdk

They usually hang out with the others(kirby, ddd, meta, bd, marx, magolor, etc) and sometimes drag them(or even get dragged into) their antics. They held a brewing competition and what came out of it was that they both were in charge of drinks for most events in Dreamland now.

Taranza and Susie both like photography but in different ways. Taranza likes photography and takes more picturesque shots, he likes taking photos of scenery. Susie likes taking selfies, pictures of food, etc. While different, they both enjoy each other's gallery. Taranza's photos are beautiful and pretty while Susie's photos are something to look back on to and remember and maybe feel nostalgia for.

When one of them is feeling down or in a rough spot, the other would go and comfort them in person(sometimes with snacks). Taranza just sped out of his house, ice cream in hand, to comfort Susie. Another time, Susie bought donuts and rushed over to Taranza to just be there for him. They got each other's backs and care for each other a lot.

I hope these hcs are enough and thanks for stopping by!

[dojae-huh]

I totally agree with you guys about Jaehyun post picture in his instagram yesterday (his BD) the location it’s not only the hamburger restaurant (DY fav meal from a while and also right now JH know it well from interview in official book vol.3) I really want to point the name of this restaurant is ‘버거싶다’ (I miss you) 🧐 that’s toooooooo suspicious. Normally people like to post something about BD vibe in their BD like cake or childhood pics or party or gift (JH post it on ig story) the BD must important for him so much but why must be that picture? Same post like DY at Guri? The sky view? Not winter but maybe last summer? Hamburger restaurant? 버거싶다???? Or he doesn’t want to point about BD but Valentine day? 🤔 Can it be last summer date? 🤭 Jaedo two of them are clever so I think it’ll be something that they want to connect to each other more than normally people do and anyone will not notice about it 🙃 PS. Sorry about my english

Oh, thank you for translating the name of the restaurant. I forgot I wanted to do it.

As you say, people like associations. There are “right things to do”. If it’s BD, it’s a “I’m celebrating!” or “I’m so happy and surrounded with my friends/family!” or “I’m lonely, HPB to me I guess (care me)”. Instagram is a public account aimed mainly at fans and at potential buyers. Yes, some big idols post whataver their soul desires, but for upcoming artists it’s mainly a portfolio and a tool to secure more fans. 

Jaehyun did an IG-live to say thank you to the fans for the wishes, talk about members who congratulated him. And he posted the companies’ gifts as a story. Both things will be deleted from his IG. He is stubborn, and wants to have a gallery with pictures he really wants to see there (he erased 2020 completely, doesn’t post his Inki co-hosts). 

OK, so if not a celebratory picture, than “look at me the birthday boy” picture. Something to give to the fans. However, Jaehyun posts selcas with weird angles and faces. He doesn’t care about filling his IG with his face. Magazines and NCT promo stuff exist. He also appears every week on Inki.  

No, Jaehyun posted “my mood” picture. And this “mood” picture should capture the day of his BD. “Look at the starry night, look at the snow”, a winter February day. He is a winter baby, Valentine’s Day is a winter holiday. Instead it’s summer and a hamburger place. Why post a picture in a mask and remind about pandemic during a holiday? Surely Jaehyun takes pictures against the sky all the time and has others in his gallery. 

Can I prove it’s a picture from a summer date? No. Do I think it is? Yes.

Update: And I’m wrong, the picture is from dining with actors of Dear.M (link).

[brokehorrorfan]

Deadly Manor will be released on Blu-ray on February 18 via Arrow Video. Adam Rabalais designed new cover art (to be revealed), while the original poster is on the reverse side.

Also known as Savage Lust, the 1990 slasher is directed by José Ramón Larraz (Edge of the Axe). Jennifer Delora, William Russell, Clark Tufts, Jerry Kernion, Liz Hitchler, Kathleen Patane, Claudia Franjul, Mark Irish, and Greg Rhodes star.

Deadly Manor has been newly restored in 2K from original film elements and features the original uncompressed mono audio. Extras are listed below.

Special features:

Audio commentary with film historians Kat Ellinger and Samm Deighan (new)

Interview with actress Jennifer Delora (new)

Interview with producer Brian Smedley-Aston (new)

Archival interview excerpt with director José Ramón Larraz

Savage Lust VHS trailer

Image gallery

Script and shooting schedule (BD-ROM content)

Whilst en route to a lake, a group of youngsters make an unscheduled stop-off at a remote, seemingly abandoned mansion where they plan to spend the night. But the property is full of foreboding signs – a blood-stained car wreck in the garden, coffins in the basement, scalps in the closet, and photographs of a beautiful but mysterious woman adorning every corner of the house. Before daybreak, the group will unwittingly uncover the strange and terrifying truth that lurks behind the walls of this dreadful place.

[justgotham]

If the night is darkest before dawn, then GothamCity is darkest before the Knight. At least, that is the case with the Batman prequel series Gotham, which returns to FOX for its fifth and final season Thursday.

The season, which has received the subtitle “Legend of the Dark Knight,” will end in a 10-year jump into the future with a reveal of Batman (and a portly Penguin). But before the Caped Crusader arrives, audiences will see the story picking up a year into No Man’s Land then cycling back to Day 87 after Gotham City has been isolated by the U.S. government. Referencing the year-long 1999 DC Comics event of the same name, this No Man’s Land has Jim Gordon (Ben McKenzie) of the GCPD establishing a safe “green zone,” and attempting to hold the city together as villains divide it up into multiple territories.

There are “elevated stakes” in Season 5, McKenzie said on a recent visit to Gotham’s Brooklyn, New York set where he and other cast members teased the show’s conclusion.

“Gordon is literally and figuratively on an island, on an island inside an island, surrounded by hostile forces,” he added. “It’s a strong starting off point, and he’s not in a great place when you first see him -- and then it gets worse.”

Showrunner John Stephens agreed that Gordon is put through the wringer this season, but so is the entire city. He said that there is a “velocity” to the storytelling of the show’s final outing, which flows from a cataclysmic event at the start of No Man’s Land.

Whereas an earthquake separated Gotham City from the rest of the nation in the comics, this iteration of the metropolis has been closed off following explosions courtesy of proto-Joker Jeremiah. Gotham’s colorful rogues gallery of Penguin, Barbara Kean’s Sirens, Ivy, Freeze, Scarecrow, Firefly, Zsasz – and a couple other factions, such as Low Boyz and Street Demons – each rule their own evil fiefdoms when a new player arrives in town in the form of Eduardo Dorrance aka Bane (Shane West).

While there is a lot going on at the top of Season 5, Stephens said the chaos of No Man’s Land, and the divvied-up territories, has allowed Gotham to focus on core characters.

“Once you get into the final season, what you want more than anything else is your core characters interacting with one another,” he said. “What you want are more Penguin/Nygma scenes, more Barbara and Penguin, Selina and Bruce. Let’s really tell a full Nygma story that is going to drive him through Penguin, through Barbara. Let’s tell the story of Barbara and the whatever the next version of her is going to be.”

“We are, in a weird way, right back to that pier scene in the pilot,” said Robin Lord Taylor, who portrays Oswald Cobblepot (aka Penguin), of his character’s endgame with Gordon. The pier scene is the one in which Gordon chose not to kill Cobblepot, a decision that has continued to come back and haunt him.

During No Man’s Land, Penguin selects City Hall (and the largest controlled zone) as his territory, and begins operating as a war profiteer, controlling ammunition in Gotham, and serving “almost as a dictator in a tiny country,” said Taylor.

“Gordon wants to re-establish traditional order, and re-connect the city to the rest of the world, but it’s the entire opposite for Penguin. It is the dark and light coming together, trying to control what’s left of Gotham City.”

Beyond Penguin, Gordon must also contend with Bane. The Gotham version of the character is an old buddy of Gordon’s from the military who arrives in the sequestered city on a mission. Stephens said this special ops government agent Bane is “integral” to the resolution of No Man’s Land. But McKenzie revealed that while Gordon is initially happy to see his comrade, their history is complicated.

“As much as they saw hard times together, you reveal through action that the story is not quite as simple as that they served together,” he said. “It reveals rather quickly that is a little more sinister.”

McKenzie also teased that when Gordon feels the weight of the world on his shoulders in this fight to save Gotham City, he ends up making a big decision mid-season in the heat of passion that has major ramifications.

Though Bane is appearing on Gotham as a big bad, he’s not the “main big bad,” according to Stephens. Plus, the show is at its core about Gordon, his relationship to Bruce Wayne, and the rise of Batman. So, with 10 episodes in the final season, Gotham will lean into “iconic moments,” according to McKenzie, that presage Batman and Gordon’s partnership.

Bruce Wayne actor David Mazouz confirmed this, and said that the Season 4 rooftop scene between his character and McKenzie’s leads straight into a strong alliance between them in Season 5 as Bruce battles within No Man’s Land.

“That is where we pick up,” said Mazouz. “He is part of the GCPD essentially – but there is not official GCPD anymore.” The actor also said he’ll have plenty of Batman moments in the season, and will introduce a “very Batman tool” in Episode 3.

Stephens said the series' approach has been to tell the long-term story of the city that created Batman, and through Gordon, present a character who fought a war to save the city, and “in the process, ends up losing the war but training the war hero.” So, at the end of the day, and season, Gotham City is still broken, but Batman will carry on Gordon’s torch. Narratively, the showrunner said there is likewise a responsibility by the series' end to move all the pieces to a place that resembles Batman lore.

For instance, Bruce’s relationship with the Gotham version of the Joker, Jeremiah Valeska (Cameron Monaghan) will dial closer to the classic Batman/Joker relationship.

“Jeremiah wants to be best friends with Bruce, Bruce hates Jeremiah, but in Jeremiah’s world, Bruce is playing hard to get,” said Mazouz. “He does awful things that he thinks will eventually make Bruce come around to him, but neither can end this cycle since Bruce cannot kill, and Jeremiah doesn’t want to hurt Bruce.”

Monaghan added his Joker-esque character, who has undergone multiple transformations during the series, has more changes in store. Jeremiah could not bring Bruce over to his way of thinking, so he continues to descend further into madness. Monaghan said his character’s love of Bruce is his final element of humanity, and vulnerability.

“He is enjoying himself more, but he is also more emotional, and caring, about his relationship with Bruce,” he said. “By the end of the season, boy, we have a whole new evolution with him. And we get to see him change in an extremely significant way.”

As Bruce Wayne’s relationship takes shape with his archnemesis, the relationship with his father-figure/manservant Alfred Pennyworth (Sean Pertwee) also begins to resemble its comic book counterpart. Mazouz said the top of Season 5 does not see a lot of Bruce and Alfred together. Bruce is off fighting villains in No Man’s Land while Alfred is taking care of an injured Selina Kyle (Camren Bicondova). And when the two do interact, Alfred chooses to let his young charge make his own mistakes instead of prohibiting him.

Said Mazouz, “There is one particularly great scene, I think in Episode 5, where Bruce says, ‘I need to do this,’ and Alfred says, ‘It’s really stupid, and you’re letting emotions getting in the way…’ And Alfred is right.”

“Alfred kind of does let him go,” said Pertwee. “Bruce goes, ‘And don’t try and stop me,’ and I go, ‘I’m not. Go on then.’ You can see the confusion in Bruce’s face, but he means it because he’s not going to listen to me anyway.”

Pertwee said the final season momentum puts the two in a situation people know and love, and “we get the ending fans deserve.”

As Gotham seeks to root itself in familiar Dark Knight territory by its end – it was revealed at New York Comic Con that Batman would indeed appear by season’s end in a flash-forward – the series has thrived with twists on classic mythologies, and with surprising pairings.

For instance, Alfred, who will be the focus of his own prequel series, has been a brawling badass butler who has teamed up with both Harvey Bullock (Donal Logue), and future Catwoman Selina. Pertwee said in Episode 8 of the season it becomes evident how much of himself he sees in Selina, which is why he has allowed her to stick around. Plus, Alfred is at the end of a tragic turn by having his back broken by Bane following a “big altercation,” as teased at NYCC.

And Taylor said there is more to come from Penguin’s relationship with Cory Michael Smith’s Ed Nygma/Riddler, especially in a scene later in the season which is one of his favorites.

“Penguin is responsible for bringing him back to life,” said Taylor. “So, for the Riddler to really learn what happened to him, he needs to come to Oswald at some point because Oswald does have that power of information over him.”

Meanwhile, Gotham has a handful of other characters such as Bullock, Barbara Kean (Erin Richards), Lucius Fox (Chris Chalk), Lee Thompkins (Morena Baccarin), Tabitha Galavan (Jessica Lucas), Zsasz (Anthony Carrigan), and Hugo Strange (BD Wong) to put in place by the finale – while also introducing a Harley Quinn-esque character, other familiar comic book villains (Magpie, Mother and Orphan), as well as the aforementioned mysterious big bad, and a man-versus-state conflict between the city and the government.

But Stephens said he understands the sense of responsibility to let all these characters “live in their moments” despite a final batch of episodes that move “very, very quickly.”

As for McKenzie, the actor said it is a blessing to know the end of Gotham is coming because so often shows get canceled without being able to write to a conclusion.

He said loyal fans are going to get the moments they’ve been waiting for, thrown in with abandon. And it’s all happening “right damn now, because we don’t have any more time.”

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[clubdionysus]

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warnings: the big gallery auction!!! wahooo!!! the entire plot was building to this!!!!!! he is on his knees begging!! rooftop escapades <3, semi-public, oral (f), fingering, phonecall??? during??? jungkook is insane????, readers underwear in jungkooks mouth?? readers underwear in jungkooks... underwear?, a v horny jk lmao

a/n: all currency is in korean won!

wc: 11K

bd total wc: 540k (ongoing)

AO3 | MASTERLIST | MINORS DNI

Gallery days always feel a little more placid than they really should do.

Where you think there should be chaos, there is calm; testament to how meticulously you plan. It's the weeks leading up to the shows that are the real stress. Endless errands are run, and countless logistical issues are checked. You work damn hard. The fact you can breathe normally right now, a few hours before doors open, is proof of it.

"You're a lifesaver," Shinwon, Jina's assistant (and Ryu Gallery's stand-in head coordinator), breathes out a sigh of relief. Having taken over her role since Jina left for maternity leave, he's been finding the adjustment hard. The responsibility of orchestrating shows weighs heavily on his shoulders. He hadn't realised quite how much of the heavy lifting Jina had been doing. "I don't know how you do it."

Shaking your head, you laugh. "Ah, it's easy once you get used to it. Get a few more shows under your belt, and you'll be grand."

It's not like you're vastly more experienced than him, it's just that you've built your way up to this. Started small. Learnt the ropes.

Shinwon had connections that put him on a high rung in the ladder, not accounting for the fact that it's damn well scary up near the top. The fall from grace is far less forgiving. Don't look down is the advice he'd always been given for this very reason.

You've had the luxury (or misfortune) of working your way up.

The levels beneath you don't scare you in the same way they scare Shinwon. If you end up back down there, you know how to climb back up. He ran before he could walk; just a product of his privilege. It's nothing you can really hold against him.

Still, it does fill you with a little bit of pride. You've worked hard, and it's paying off.

"Doors are in an hour and a half," you tell him, passing over a stack of auction guides. "Can you be an angel and put these around the place?"

Everyone in attendance will get one upon their arrival, but you know what people are like once a flute of champagne has passed their lips. Won't hurt to have spares available.

With a nod and smile that says a silent thank you for taking the lead, Shinwon is on his merry way.

Looking around the place, you take a second to appreciate all the work that has gone into this show. In the middle of the main gallery area is an empty easel and Taehyung's supplies. A pole is set up directly opposite it.

The idea is simple: Taehyung will do a live work inspired by a routine performed by Danbi. It's all very romantic, how terribly besotted with her he is. Destined to be a muse, nothing could make you happier for her. It'll also be a good money maker—people will be blind bidding throughout the night. The highest bid at the end of the auction will win the work.

It's one of multiple Kim Taehyung originals on offer tonight. He's been making waves on the art circuit lately—you've even got an international line set up for foreign bidders. The fact he's giving up his time and his art to help Jeongguk out is selfless.

"DB, I wouldn't even have international fans had it not been for you pushing me so hard to expand myself," he had reminded you after you'd thanked him for the hundredth time that afternoon. "It's the least I can do—plus Jeongguk has promised he'll import my favourite wine for the restaurant once it opens, so it's a win for me, too."

Maybe you're being greedy, but you hope the night will be a win for you, too. A lot of hard work has gone into this. With Shinwon's continuous second-guessing of himself, you know that the likelihood of a spot opening up on the Ryu's curation team is high. Think that perhaps this could be the thing that really solidifies your presence; that you can not only draw in punters, but profits, too.

You're taking in the room around you when a hand sneaks around your waist, a familiar presence intruding on your personal space in a way that never really feels like an intrusion at all.

"Hey," you whisper, not needing to turn around as Jeongguk presses a kiss to your hair, squeezing you tightly against him. "You're early."

Having been caught up at Dionysus, Jeongguk had wanted to finally finish off the renovations he had been doing to the outdoor area of the bar. Once that was done, he'd have no more obligations with the bar other than casual shifts.

The tides really are turning. It scares him. Excites him, too.

"Managed to rope Yoongi in," Jeongguk says softly, punctuating his sentences with even more kisses pressed against your hair. Told you once that if you were his girlfriend, he'd kiss you in this room, right in front of everyone. The room is empty, now, but you are his girlfriend, so he'll take his victories when he can. "Got everything sorted in, like half the time."

There's a tenderness to the way he holds onto you. Close is never close enough. It's not like he gives it much considered thought; is just how he naturally gravitates towards you.

"Does it look good?" You ask of the bar. "Happy with it?"

Nodding, Jeongguk smiles. "Unrecognisable. Kinda sad, though."

"Hm?" You question. "How come?"

"I just... I've spent a lot of time in that courtyard," he mumbles. "Always makes me think of you, though."

"Of me?" You chirp with a little confusion, as if you don't also have incredibly poignant memories there that linger like the silage of Jeongguk's aftershave through the hazy smoulder of freshly cracked fireworks.

"Of you," he doubles down. Pulls away a little, turning you to face him, and you sort of wish he hadn't. How you'll ever be able to focus now that he's here is beyond you.

Smart in his dark slacks and leather shoes, Jeongguk's white shirt is buttoned mid-way up his chest. The silver chain he so often sports rests against his skin like it was made to adorn his body; so inherently his that it's unfathomable he's ever without it.

In the corner of his charming smile lays his silver lip ring, sparkling under the gallery lights.

It's his eyes though, framed by loose strands of his lightly waved hair, that always render you a little speechless. No other artwork compares.

"New Years," he simply offers. "It's all I can ever think about when I'm there."

So imperative is the memory of time spent with you, it eradicates any memory of Hayun there. He simply doesn't consider it. Now that the dust has settled, you don't think of it, either.

"Maybe there's a little magic in that courtyard," you offer. "Now that it will be open to punters, maybe they'll have their own version of our new year in it."

A lovely thought, it is, that perhaps there's something spectacular about that little space.

In reality, the magic came from stardust that had settled on your skin like glitter, and wrapped Jeongguk up in your cosmic chaos, too.

And so he just shakes his head. Smiles. His lip ring does the thing. You die a little inside, in the most pathetic of ways. "Impossible."

With a laugh, you swot him away. "I've still got a few things to sort out."

"Need a hand with anything?" He asks, always happy to help out.

Shaking your head, you really don't think there is anything he needs to do. "Tae will be here, in, like, five. See if he needs a hand with anything? I need to go and get changed."

In all black, you're casually dressed but know that the night ahead demands something a bit more spectacular. You've a few options with you, but one particular dress is in the forefront of your mind—just worry that it's a little too much.

The thing is, you're playing multiple roles tonight. You're not simply a curator, or a hostess. You're responsible for making people open their purse strings. Looking the part is important.

"Alright," he nods, dark eyes soft. There's a tenderness to Jungook today; his adoration for you quite literally pouring from his very being. "Go. I'll keep myself busy."

Pulling you in for a quick kiss, he sends you on your way. Regrets not telling you he loves you. Will just do it when he sees you next. Revels in the fact that he can just do that now. Doesn't have to go back and forth between his feelings. Is forward with them, 'cause he's secure.

Being together is just easy. It works. Makes sense in a way that nothing else has ever done before. You could chalk it up to the stars, or to some sort of invisible string that had looped itself around you both with a pretty little bow, but nothing would ever do it justice. Not divine intervention, not destiny nor manifestation.

No romance film has ever portrayed a love like the way he feels for you, and no love song could ever soundtrack the way you laugh together. Both holy and unholy in the same breath, no religion could ever make him worship in the way that he devotes himself to you.

If he were alive in the ancient times, he would have made shrines for you. Temples. Castles. Gilded in gold, everyone who visited would have known the sincerity of how he felt.

Instead, he has to settle with modern conventions of dating. Will give you a bouquet of flowers when he really wishes he could plant you a garden full of wildflowers; beautiful unconventional blooms that everyone will adore.

He half figures that maybe he should just blow caution to the wind. Build you a temple anyway. Fill it with glitter and gacha machines. Anyone who ever visited would leave with just as much admiration for you as he has.

By the time you've changed your outfit and checked yourself over a hundred times, Jeongguk is nowhere to be seen, but the door leading up to the rooftop has been left on the latch, so you take it as a safe bet.

Much like you hadn't turned to face the sound of Jeongguk's footsteps earlier, Jeongguk doesn't turn to face yours. The click of your heels echoes on the flat roof of the ceiling, and he knows that to take in the sight of you would be incredibly dangerous. His eyes remain on the city ahead of him. He knows the direction of home. His. Yours, too. Wonders if one day you'll share a home together.

Slinking your arm around his back, you hold onto his waist as his arm drapes over your shoulders. The city is growing darker as the dusky light of late spring sunset lays a thin curtain of pink over the skyline.

"Watcha doing up here?" You ask, squeezing his waist.

He doesn't reply immediately. Could tell you about his mindless thoughts about building a home with you. Could tell you he feels nervous about the night ahead; about whether or not they'll hit their goal, or if your ex will show up.

"Just wanted some air," he says, conveying everything that he needs to. There's a lot on his mind, and you aren't gonna push him to open up so close to the big event.

"Want me to leave you be for a little bit?" You offer, knowing that he seems to be hung up on his thoughts.

Jeongguk's grip on you doesn't ease, even as he shakes his head. "No."

A comfortable silence settles between you both, neither of you needing to say any words. You understand that Jeongguk shares when he's ready. Know that he's probably thinking of the right way to phrase his worries, or deliberating whether or not he even wants to share them at all.

"What if it doesn't work?" He quietly says as the light-speckled horizon glistens in front of you both.

With a small frown, you press your lips together. Know that he doesn't mean to be pessimistic, but it's natural to have worries.

"There's no reason why it shouldn't. Anything we earn tonight will help, even if we don't reach the total goal, Gguk." Turning your head to the side, you press a kiss to the side of his hand that's draped over your shoulder. Instinct-driven, he strokes against the side of your neck with his thumb. "We've got this."

Grouping yourself in with him, the responsibility is shared. The burden falls not on him, but on the both of you. It's always been this way. From the very inception of your birds, you've been a team.

Jeongguk takes solace in this. Has never really felt alone since that first night in Dionysus. Has been consumed by you ever since.

Pressing a kiss to the side of your head Jeongguk quietly admits, "I think I'm scared, B."

"Of course you are," you say softly. "You really care about this. I'd be surprised if you weren't a little scared."

Pulling back from him, you clasp his hand and begin to lead him away from the edge of the roof.

As he takes you in for the first time, Jeongguk thinks he might just die.

The dress you're wearing is one he knows well. One he picked out. One you've been saving for a special occasion.

You're sparkling in a way you never really have done before. Look like that damn disco ball he always used to tell you that you were, except far prettier than he could ever describe.

The fabric slinks over your body, and finishes a little higher up on your thighs than it really should. Your cleavage—dusted in shimmer—is visible, and Jeongguk might just choke when he remembers you're his girlfriend. It doesn't seem possible. How he managed to catch his very own shooting star is beyond him.

It's a dress that doesn't beg for attention—it commands it.

And if there's one thing Jeongguk is good at, it's following your orders.

Shaking his head, a grin blossoms on his pretty pink lips. In the corner of his mouth, his lip ring flips ever so gently. Light glistens on him in the most gorgeous fashion, your disco ball aura dousing him in eclectic energy that neither of you quite understand. Jeongguk just knows he's better when he's with you.

He encourages you to spin beneath his raised arm, fingers still loosely clasped together. Letting out a soft whistle, Jeongguk is speechless as the dress shines even under a dusky veil of early evening skies.

The fabric drapes over your body in a way that he's almost jealous of. Shorter than he thought it would be, but also far sexier than he'd realised, Jeongguk is certain that death will be the only outcome for him if he has to watch you schmooze other men while wearing it.

"You're gonna be breaking hearts tonight, Byeol," he promises you with eyes just as sparkly as your dress.

"So?" You grin. "There's only one I care about."

He could think of some flirtatious retort. Could joke with you. Could banter in the way that he usually would.

But he knows you'll have other men leering at you tonight.

Wants you to know that none of them compare to him.

Pulling you in for a kiss, hands on either side of your jaw, Jeongguk is so incredibly sincere as he mumbles against your lips, "I love you so much." He doesn't let you reply. Kisses you again. And again. Again, again, again. "So fuckin' lucky."

He's a little careless in how often he tells you of his affection. Doesn't care to hide it, nor pretend like it isn't how he feels. Spent so long denying himself of such simple human pleasures. Revels in it, now.

"Shush," you hush him with a smile. "Love you, too—but do you not think the dress is too much?"

You're a little cautious as you pull away. Feel insecure, even with his constant praising. Know that no one else will be dressed quite like this. It's a black-tie event, and most women will be in cocktail dresses, so it's not like you'll be totally out of place; you'll just be demanding attention.

"Since when do you ever care about being too much?" Jeongguk grins. Knows he's never given you any reason to feel that way. If anything, he'll always encourage you to demand more attention. "And no. You look gorgeous, B."

Rolling your eyes to hide the way you blush, you can't help but get a little smiley at such a compliment. "Yeah, but you have to say that."

"No, I don't," he says firmly. "You think I'd lie to you?"

"No."

"Exactly. So, stop fretting."

Tugging on your hand, Jeongguk encourages you towards the staircase leading back down to the gallery.

He guides you until you reach the very top of the stairs—then groans. Tilts his head back and squeezes your hand. Laughs through his wailing, standing totally still.

He'd been so confident, so keen, and now it seems like he's faltering. Squeezing his hand back, you silently let him know you're with him, no matter what.

"It's just... God, it's all out of my control, isn't it?" He asks when you question his sudden change in demeanour.

"Well, yeah," you reply. "But it doesn't have to be a bad thing, Gguk. Letting go of control is healthy."

He shakes his head. Realises now that his stomach is in absolute bits. The butterflies he got when he looked at you had disguised it for a moment. He much prefers the butterflies. Cast his eyes back to you, and finds himself cured.

Tucking some loose strands of hair behind your ear, Jeongguk is ever so gentle. Isn't looking in your eyes as such, just at your face. At his hands. At how perfectly poised you are for him, like his very own star suspended in the cosmos for him.

"Hey," you say quietly, the silence between you not uncomfortable but indicative of the fact that Jeongguk isn't entirely at ease.

"Hi," he whispers back.

Edging away from him, but keeping your hands clasped, you get your back up against the wall. Pull him close.

Brows furrowed, there's a haze of confusion haloing around him. He's curious about what you're doing, but trusts you in such a way that requires no clarification.

As you lift your wrist above your head and delicately cross them over, you keep your eyes on his. Whisper, "Take back control."

The way that Jeongguk's large hand wraps around your wrists and keeps them pinned above your head is innate; as if he was put on the early to catch a star.

His hips press against your tummy as his nose nudges down to stroke against yours.

"Yeah?"

Nodding, you let your lips brush against his. "Yeah."

The weight of his hips traps you in place, your body naturally succumbing to what feels right. His aftershave seems stronger, grip tighter. Everything about him is amplified, yet it doesn't come close to the chorus your heart is just dying to cry; declarations of love wrapped up in the sweetest of melodies.

A whisper would be enough. He's the only one who needs to know.

The pressure of his piercing against your lips as he presses down into a kiss always sends you a little bit insane. Today is no exception.

His tongue swipes against your bottom lip, and you give him the access he so desperately craves. Whimper into the sensation of being with him. Reciprocate his hard kisses with your soft lips.

Once upon a time, when the tigers still smoked, this was forbidden; folklore of your former selves. Funny, how you know a love like this will become the stuff of legends. Eternal. Written in the stars to be marvelled upon by mature astronomers for decades to come.

No one will know who put the constellation of you in the sky. They'll study your shine for years, yet won't be able to fathom that you were willed to be that way by a mere mortal man; loved so purely that your legacy will remain in the cosmos forever. It's a beautifully foolish idea. Whimsical Impossible. Implausible, even. But with him? Somehow it feels feasible.

Though his kisses have strength behind them, Jeongguk's tongue is gentle as it strokes against yours. A mess of lips, and meeting of tongues, neither of you care to keep quiet. No one's gonna find you up here. This is a space in time reserved for you and Jeongguk alone. The rest of the world can wait a moment longer.

You'll retrograde, and unlike Saturn or Pluto, it'll be better for everyone—'cause you'll also inevitably go direct again, and it'll be so much more fruitful if Jeongguk's mind is at ease.

You do, however, regret giving him leverage, 'cause all you want is your hands in his hair. The hand of his that isn't keeping you secure squeezes at your waist, and you're reminded of just how much you like giving up control to him.

Curved into a smile, Jeongguk's lips leave yours far quicker than you hoped they would. With a casual shake of his head, he decides that he's ready for the orbit to continue. Doesn't mind if he gets a little dizzy in the process.

"C'mon, B," he says as he positions you in front of his body, and encourages you down the stairs. "Save it for later. Best behaviour tonight."

You whine a little, regretfully far too turned on than you really should be at a time like this.

Still, you accept his encouragement down the stairs, and make sure your fingers are intertwined with his as you walk on down to the exhibition hall.

"Oh, I can pop this in the cloakroom for you," you chirp without much thought when you notice his bag tossed down by the podium at which you'll be conducting the auction later on that evening. Black leather, you recognise it from your time spent in his room. It's usually tucked beneath his desk.

"Actually," he interjects. "There's something I wanna talk to you about—we don't have to do it, but I kinda just had a passing thought, and maybe it could be helpful—"

He begins to ramble, but it's cut off by your laugh. "Just tell me."

A little bashful, and somewhat nervous, Jeongguk reaches for his bag. The zip scrapes open, and he retrieves a small box from a nearby printing shop. "Now they're nothing fancy, and I just kinda mocked them up because I wasn't sure if we—"

"Gguk," you laugh. "You're rambling. Tell me."

"Sorry," he grins, passing you over the box, figuring that he may as well just show you his idea.

Lifting open the box, you're greeted with the familiar scent of fresh ink. It's always been one that you've loved: newspapers, books, magazines. There's a nostalgia to it. Inside sit a wedge of business cards—except when you pull them out, you realise they're something different entirely.

"So what I'm thinking," he begins as you study one of the cards. "Is that people can buy these cards, right—" he points to an empty space on the back of the card "—and however much they spend is written on here. When the restaurant opens, it can be redeemed. So, like, put in 50,000 now, and then in like six months' time, if they come for a meal, we comp through however much is on their token. Like a gift card, or a voucher, or I dunno, even a bar tab. Just to build a little extra capital up and also give them something tangible in return. Build brand loyalty."

"This is smart," you tell him with a smile.

"It's just something we discussed at uni once," he says a little sheepishly. "Some festival did it to raise funds for booking acts. I just figured it wouldn't hurt to try?"

"It wouldn't hurt at all," you tell him, wanting him to know that his ideas are just as valid and worthwhile as yours. Feel guilty for not just including him right from the start. "We could set up a stand near the cloakroom? There's space for it, and it'll mean everyone will pass it."

"Yeah?" He says, a little unsure of himself.

"Yeah, Gguk," you encourage. Stand on your tiptoes and give him a gentle kiss before pressing the box to his chest. "Go. Tae is near the cloakroom. You guys have full control. Set it up how you like."

"Are you—"

"I'm sure," you promise. "Go. I'll see you in a bit."

With a silent nod but a smile so bright it's practically blinding you, Jeongguk walks backwards for a few steps. Doesn't want to take his eyes off you. Pursing your lips, suppressing a grin, you blow a kiss in his direction, which is enough to satisfy him. He blows one back, then turns to head down the hallway.

Sighing so deeply the tides could change, you look around the room. Mutter to yourself, "Let's do this."

You always think you're not quite right for the glitz and glam that comes with the artistic industry, but come show nights, it's a surprise just how at home you feel.

Surrounded by art, and people who appreciate it, you're able to discuss your passion at length. As much as you love the art cafe, there's so much you can say about paint strokes with couples who come in for a fun date activity.

Watching on from across the room, Jeongguk thinks you shine brightest like this.

His view of you is obscured by the easel Taehyung is working at, and the routine Danbi is performing on the pole. Though Taehyung has seen Danbi like this a hundred times over—how her muscles work and flex beneath her skin, and the concentration yet serenity on her pretty face—he's never painted it so explicitly.

The stroke of his brush comes with ease, just like Danbi's movements appear to be. They really do make the perfect match, Jeongguk thinks.

When he glances back over to you, noticing how you're holding the little charm on your necklace, he wonders what people think when they see you together. It doesn't matter, really, but he hopes you're the kind of couple people grow envious of. He knows damn well he'd be jealous of himself.

And as the space beside him fills with a looming presence he would rather not acknowledge, he knows he's not the only one.

"Cleans up well, doesn't she?" A voice that Jeongguk had forgotten was quite so arrogant says.

Swigging back his drink, Jeongguk deliberates whether or not a reply is owed. If he felt like the dig was about him, he'd ignore it, but you're the one being spoken about. Of course he's not gonna just let it slide. Will be a petulant little brat about it.

"Seokmin," Jeongguk grimaces, deliberately getting his name wrong again.

"We both know you know my name," Seokjin smirks, adjusting his posture and broadening his shoulders. Lowering his voice, there's something sinister about the way he mutters, "No doubt you hear it in her sheets from time to time."

It's sort of funny how you considered roundhousing Hayun with a chair the last time you saw her. Jeongguk is thinking of doing something very similar to Seokjin.

"I know your name 'cause you're a clingy ex who won't stop sending her flowers," Jeongguk scoffs. Considers being vulgar. Mentioning the way you whine his name. Respects you too much to do it, though. All he really wants is for Seokjin to leave, so he lays it straight. "The auction tonight is for my start-up, so don't waste your time. I'm sure you won't want to lose your money to me, and frankly, I don't want it."

"You're right," Seokjin nods. "I'd rather not give you a penny, but I'm particularly interested in one of the listings."

Opening up the pamphlet, Seokjin pretends to skim through it until he finds the listing. Doesn't need to. Already knows which number it is. It's also right at the front. He's making a big old song and dance out of things just to piss Jeongguk off.

"Ah!" He continues. "That's it. Number one."

Jeongguk grates his jaw. Keeps his eyes on you. Is hard in his gaze. He doesn't want you to look his way and see the state of him, but he knows that his breathing exercises only calm him so much. You're the one thing that really grounds him.

" Experience for two at Pot & Paint Art Cafe ," Seokjin reads aloud. " Expertly hosted, it says, but we both know who'll be looking after the winners, don't we? Would be a waste for me not to win it."

He's deliberately trying to push Jeongguk's buttons. A few months ago, it might have worked.

But a lot can change in a few months.

"I might not bother taking anyone with me," Seokjin continues like the vapid narcissist he is. "Just me and her. I always hated that cafe, but there's that chair of hers—the one in the corner, her favourite..." he trails off. Smirks. "Yeah, I hate that cafe, but it can be fun when it's just me and her."

Jeongguk knows he should be angry. Knows that the 'correct' response to Seokjin's baiting should be red-hot fury.

But instead, Jeongguk just laughs .

It's not sarcastic. Not cruel.

If anything, it's hearty. Loud. Makes his head lean back, shoulders lifting to his ears. Has you glancing in his direction, smiling too—until you notice who is standing directly beside him.

Brows raised, you recognise the expression on Seokjin's face well. Knows that he'll be scoffing soon. Rolling his eyes, maybe. A year ago, you might have cared.

Now, all you can do is find your eyes dragged back home to a smile you never want to lose.

"Ah, that's funny, man," Jeongguk says with a shake of his head. "No, really. That's, like, the most deluded shit I've heard in weeks, and trust me, you should meet my ex. You'd get on like a house on fire. 'It can be fun,' " he imitates Seokjin, voice all goofy. Laughs, again. "Oh, fuckin' hell, man. That really tickled me. Good joke."

If he were to psychoanalyse himself—which he won't, not now that he has a therapist to do it for him—he'd probably realise he's developed a nervous response to stressful situations. Did the same exact thing when you told him you wanted to end things back in the Dionysus cloakroom. Had laughed and told you no.

The idea of Seokjin being with you, especially in the art cafe, makes Jeongguk feel sick, quite frankly.

And so, even if he seems unphased, Jeongguk has no qualms in asserting his dominance. Sure, he may be younger. Might not have his shit together.

But you love him in spite of it all.

He doesn't need Seokjin's approval.

"Look, I dunno why you insist on chasing around a girl half your age," Jeongguk says with a flippant arrogancy that can only ever be charming from a man like him. Though you're only a couple of years younger than Seokjin, Jeongguk reckons it's his youth that Seokjin is really envious of, so he plays into it. After all, it's the only thing money can't buy. "But I've been doing exactly what I said I would back at the tennis club: putting that youth of mine to good use. She's not interested, mate. So, if you don't mind, old man, stop looking at my girlfriend like she's yours."

Patting Seokjin's arm just to ensure that salt is rubbed into the wound, Jeongguk smiles as he walks away. Doesn't care to play nice. In fact, he doesn't care to play at all. Whatever game Seokjin wants to play, he can play alone.

Jeongguk slinks through the crowd that's watching Taehyung paint, and heads straight for you. He places his hand on the small of your back, joining your conversation. His spare hand reaches out to shake hands with the associate you've been talking with.

You're all smiles as you introduce him.

" Ah, the man of the hour graces us with his presence," You beam. "This is Jeon Jeongguk, the founder of the restaurant we're raising funds for this evening."

"Unique," the older gentleman you've been speaking with says as he shakes Jeongguk's hand. "It's an innovative way to get investments. I'm impressed."

Knowing him as well as you do, you're sure Jeongguk will throw it all back to you, so you don't let him.

"He's a sure bet," you assure the gentleman. "Hands of Midas, this one."

"Oh, I'm sure," he kindly agrees before you excuse yourself and leave Jeongguk to chat with potential investors.

As you depart, you subtly rub his back just to give him a little boost. He doesn't need you hanging on his side for the whole night. Will do well to speak with the art snobs independently of you.

After all, he's building a brand and needs to be the face of it—not just known as the curator's partner.

"Doing well, isn't he?" Seoyeon purrs, passing you a champagne flute as you join her by the bar.

Taking a sip, your eyes are locked in on him. He's laughing, now. Cracking jokes. Is so charismatic it's hard to forget how shy he can be.

"Incredibly well," you fondly praise. "He never would have done this a year ago."

"And who do we have to thank for that?" Seoyeon giggles, nudging against your shoulder. Her hair is loose, tiny plaits scattered throughout. Yoongi is across the room with the boys, a single plait secured in his hair, too. They really are a perfect couple.

It's interesting that you'd think that of them.

You, a cosmic entity; Jeongguk, stars for eyes. You're just as perfectly aligned as the Mins are.

"He'd have done it eventually," you smile. "Just needed a little push."

"Well, aren't we glad you were there to do it," she kindly says, then begins to ask about some of the auction listings.

You're thankful for the excuse to ramble on about it.

In a way, you're practising your pitches. Are a little bit nervous about standing on stage in front of everyone there and beginning an auction. While you won't be the one actually calling the bids in—you've hired someone from the local auction house for that—you still have the duty to present all of the items first.

It doesn't take long for Jeongguk to excuse himself from his conversation. Had gone in search of you earlier, but like the shooting star you are, you'd evaded him. Seoyeon squeezes your arms as he approaches you and makes her own excuses. Wants to give you this moment with Jeongguk alone.

His eyebrows raise upon seeing this, but a smile also graces his lips.

"Am I really such terrible company?" He playfully asks you, reaching for your hand. He lifts your knuckles to his lips and presses a sweet kiss against them, knowing better than to be so outwardly affectionate with you in a professional environment.

"Oh, the worst," you nod. "I only stick around for the money."

"A gold digger and a man without a penny to his name," he assesses, standing shoulder to shoulder beside you. Both looking out to the sea of people in front of you, it feels like you're on dry land when you're together. "What a pair we make."

"The stuff of Hollywood films," you hum in agreement. "Next time we're at a motel, that can be our cover story."

"Next time?" He smirks. "Thought you said it'd never happen again?"

"Well, beggars can't be choosers now, can they?" You sigh as if you're really bothered by the lack of financial stability your relationship offers you. Maybe it's naive, but you really think it's inconsequential. You'll be stable one day; for now, you're stable in so many other ways. "If it's the only way we can afford to hook up, then I guess we'll have to."

"And they say romance is dead."

Glancing up to him, you're amazed at how flippantly you speak of such matters, now.

"Let's not pretend like it's the worst place we've ever—"

"Byeol," he quietly scolds you, but he just can't help that damn smile of his. "We're here for business, not pleasure."

"Tell that to Jeongguk up by the roof a couple of hours ago."

"Still thinking about it?"

Your subtle grimace is hidden well. "Regretfully."

He smiles when he hears this. Is vindicated by your relentless desire to be with him. You're so flippantly vulgar when it comes to your desperation, and he finds it far hotter than he thinks he should, as if human attraction has never known such a karmic pull before.

Gaze hard on the crowd of people all mingling and chatting, he wonders how long it would take for anyone to notice you weren't around. If anyone would look for you, and upon failure, would look for him too. How easy it would be to work out exactly what's going on.

And yet he can't help but ask, "How long until the auction?"

"About twenty minutes," you guess. Haven't checked the time in a little while, but pride yourself in your judgement of time passing. Still, you reach for his wrist. Check his watch. Smile. "Yeah, twenty minutes."

Jeongguk weighs up his pros and cons. Tries to give it considered thought. Clasps your fingers with his, then says, "I need your opinion on something."

The way you let him guide you out of the room is damn near comical. Anything he asks of you, he'll likely get. Plus, you like that he values your opinion. Makes you feel seen. Heard. A lot of the things he does make you feel that way.

He's dastardly confident as he leads you down the hallway and back to the stairwell that takes you up to the rooftop.

"Something out here," he tells you over his shoulder.

You're not really sure why you don't protest. Don't tell him that now isn't the time to be going up there; that you're expected to be in the main hall very shortly.

His pied-piper grip on your attention has you following him regardless. Off you trot, up and away.

The inky-black skies have already spilt into the horizon. Lights spread through the valleys that surround the city, like whispers spreading far and wide. Rumours. Much the ones you could envisage trickling through the city's artistic elite if they noticed the Ryu's darling and some rogue tattooed charmer galavanting away together.

In all likelihood, no one would care.

It's just fun to pretend like you and Jeongguk are something worthy of the story books; as if the New York Times would have to cease its chart, for all the tales would be of Jeongguk and his star. Your adventures, far and wide. Paperback, hardback, special editions. Devoured by masses, adored by those who just got it.

But you're none of those silly little stories you dream up together. You're not wanted by Interpol, you're not star-crossed lovers, and you're definitely super spies, either.

You're just a guy and a girl.

Yet when Jeongguk has you alone on that roof, back pressed to the far wall, and his kisses feel as cosmic as they do, it'd be easy to pretend you're so much more.

"My opinion?" You mumble through the kisses you really don't want to stop. Whine a little as his strong hands begin to roam your body, squeezing and stroking wherever they can with little regard for the dress you're wearing. He might've been the one who bought it, but he wants it off just as much as he wanted to see it on. "You wanted it? On what?"

"On how quickly you think it'll take for me to make you cum."

"Gguk," you groan, as if your hands aren't working your way down his shirt. Miraculously, through no fault of your own, his buttons end up threaded through their loops. Undone. Oh, no . His chest is far more exposed than it was. Totally has nothing to do with you, or the fact that you like his chest just as much as he likes yours. "We can't."

"We shouldn't ," he corrects you. "But we most definitely can ."

As you laugh, he pulls back slightly. Tucks hair behind your ear. Gets his eyes on yours, and it's only then that you realise he must have planets in them now. Entire solarsystems. They just shine in a way that can't be earthly.

"You know how pretty you are after we fuck? You literally glow, Byeol," he praises. "I reckon people will want to bid more if they see you like that."

"What?" You laugh, bashful at the idea of people seeing you in a way that's reserved for Jeongguk and Jeongguk alone. "Fucked out?"

"Nah," he smirks into your lips, pressing down into a soft kiss. "Just pretty—but I can make a real mess of you if you'd rather? Ruin you, if you want."

"They'd never let me back here," you assure him, pushing him away, and then pulling him right back.

"Fine," he smiles, his body moving entirely up to your will. If you want him away, he'll go. Will respect your wishes. Be the gentleman you know him to be. But you haven't told him 'no', yet. Chess remains unspoken.

As his lips find a new home in the crook of your neck, chess is the last thing on your mind.

"I can play nice, too," he mumbles against your throat, wet kisses being pressed to your skin. He's obsessed with the scent of your hair, nose stroking against you. Groaning as he does so, Jeongguk doesn't care to hide the way you make him come undone. He's weak, and he wants you to know it. You gave him control earlier, but he doesn't want it. "I can be a good boy for you, hmm? Would you like that baby? Like me on my knees for you?"

Tall, broad, Cruel Summer-coded Devil; Jeongguk on his knees for you is the last thing you need at this moment.

Yet somehow it feels like it's the only thing you need, now that the thoughts have been planted.

They'll blossom in your head. Ideas of him, and his catastrophic eyes looking up at you. The feeling of him taking ownership of your sex with his mouth, and your heart with his eyes. Like vines of ivy, you'll become ensnared by him. Will realise too late that it's poisonous—and by that point, what else is there to do but succumb to a little death?

"You're literally gonna make me cum in like 5 seconds if you keep that up," you tell him. "I might die."

He doesn't mention it, but he does smile when he realises you've started talking like him. So integrated into one another's lives, it's getting harder to remember a time when you weren't utterly besotted.

"Keep what up?" He plays dumb, just as bratty as you so often like to be. You're not the only one mirroring. He's just as influenced by you as you are by him. "I just wanna make you feel good."

"You do," you softly moan into his touch. His lips are intentional against your throat, but it worries you. "No hickies, Gguk."

He nods, sucking just a little longer than he should but not hard enough to leave a mark.

Though he apologises, he's boyish and brass when his vulgar lips beg, "Just let me suck on your clit, instead. Please . I'll be so quick. I promise."

"Gguk," you whine, as if your body isn't one or two terms of endearment away from folding.

"I'll make you cum so hard," he whispers against your lips. "All on my tongue. You want that, huh, baby? You want the taste of your gorgeous cunt in my mouth?"

"I don't think you'll be quick enough," you reply between frantic kisses. This is a blatant lie, and you both know it.

"Let me try," he pleads.

Pressing kisses along your jaw, Jeongguk skillfully works his lips down your throat, chest, valley of your breasts. Is interrupted by your dress, and takes it as an invitation to skip it entirely. Crouches. Holds your hips as he kisses up your thighs.

The rooftop isn't private. Anyone could walk up at any second. The danger of it all excites you just as much as it terrifies you.

"I'm on my knees," he states the obvious, his hands creeping up the front of your dress. "I'm begging ."

Pathetically, all you can do is gasp a little as he pushes the fabric up. Curses when he's greeted with your lace-covered cunt. Lets his nose nudge up against you, just 'cause he can think of few scents he loves more. He knows it's the pheromones that make him this insatiable, but he doesn't give a fuck. Would wear you like a perfume if he could.

"Five seconds," you compromise. "That's all you get. Just a taste."

He doesn't argue against it. Knows you well enough now to know that timing just isn't your thing.

Instead, he pulls back. Hooks a finger beneath the fabric of your underwear, and tugs it to the side. Almost fuckin' whimpers as he watches strings of slick arousal cling to the lace.

He spreads your pussy apart with his fingers, and swears he might die at the sight of it.

Desperately wet, Jeongguk loves just how keenly your body responds to him.

If you had control over it, you'd hold back. Wouldn't give him such satisfaction—but you can't, and so you both have to live with the knowledge that sex will only ever be this good with him. You'll just have to stay with him forever, or something dumb like that, you guess. Shame.

"Gonna waste your time," you warn him.

"Just looking," he mumbles while his nose strokes up against your clit. "Doesn't count yet."

"You're bending the rules, Koo," you gently tell him. "Behave yourself, or you won't get anything."

"No," he whines. "Please. I just... God, B. You don't understand how fuckin' hot you are." And then he smiles. Shakes his head. Presses a single pouty kiss just above your clit. "My pretty girlfriend and her gorgeous cunt. Fuck. I love you."

Part of you thinks he's just saying it to buy time.

But you know it to be true, too.

"I love you, too," you whisper, stroking your fingers through his hair.

His tongue gently traces against your clit. Once. Twice.

"Doesn't count," he says again, voice hushed against you, the warmth of his breath cooling his spit.

"Five," you begin to count down.

Afraid he'll miss his chance, Jeongguk wraps his lips around your clit, latching onto you with such incredible force it's impossible to keep counting. Immediately, he just sort of takes your breath away. It'd be romantic if it weren't so sordid. Hands tangled in his hair, you keep him pressed to your pussy.

"Oh, fuck," you moan. "Feels so good."

But Jeongguk is dressed like a gentleman tonight. Will follow your rules, just like he always has done.

He pulls away before you've even really begun to acknowledge the sensation of pleasure he commands through your body. He's catching a quick breath, too. Looks up at you, eyes devastatingly doe-like.

"More?" he poutily asks.

And you just can't stop yourself from nodding, fingers still raked in his hair. "Yeah, baby. More, please."

He doesn't need telling twice. His lips press kisses against you, tongue stroking. With long, flat licks, and sharp, direct flicks, he varies his rhythm like there's music in his veins. Is an expert at the melody of you. Can play along without any sheet music. Just needs you as his conductor.

And conduct, you do.

"Fingers," you whimper after no more than a minute.

"Hm?" Hums against you as if he isn't desperate to do more. He just wants you begging, now.

"Finger me, Gguk."

Again, he doesn't need telling twice. His long middle finger pushes into you, curving instantly. He knows your body well enough now to know all your weak points. When your legs do a little involuntary shake, he knows he's found what he's after.

"So fuckin' good," you whine, head tipping back, one of your hands reaching back to hold onto the wall for support. "Keep going."

A second thick finger is pushed into you with ease. So desperate for him, you know that you'd probably even be fine with three. It'd be no match for his cock, and how perfectly it stretches you out. The thought of it alone is enough to make you moan.

"Oh, god," you breathe out as the sensation of building pleasure washes over you. You're so much closer than you really ought to be. Just a natural consequence of the honour you think comes with fucking a man like him; knowing that you make an earth-bound deity like him weak, too.

"Hold that thought, baby," Jeongguk whispers, pulling away from you, fingers still stroking up against your g-spot. His lips are covered in your arousal, the sheen of moonlight making him look ever so pretty. "Phone."

Your eyes are locked on him, even as he takes his phone from his pocket to check the caller ID.

And to your fucking shock, he answers it.

It's more than that, though.

He answers with a smirk. Looks up at you as he says hello—and then silently lets his tongue slowly drag up your cunt.

"B?" He questions down the phone a second later, the pace of his fingers increasing. "She's just walking off some nerves, I think."

And his tongue is back on you, phone held an inch or so away until he hears the person on the other end finish. You're so scared that the stop-start nature of his teasing will push you over the edge. It's the textbook play to make you cum just that little bit harder, just how Jeongguk really loves it. He's already had a few glasses of champagne tonight, but he'd rather have yours any day of the week. There's just no way in hell you can let it happen, not when he needs to go and face people afterwards.

"The rooftop, yeah," he says, smirking as you widen your eyes. "Nah, you don't need to grab her, I'll go."

He mouths at you to shush, his pretty smile shining just for you.

"Yeah, I'm sure," he says down the phone. "Typical isn't it? Climax of the evening, and she's nowhere to be found. Don't worry, though; I've got this, Hobbes. Yeah, yeah, I'll make her come. No worries."

When he hangs up, his lopsided grins doesn't even think to utter an apology.

"Hear that?" he teases. "Gotta hurry up and cum, baby."

"He's gonna disown us both," you tell him, but Jeongguk just shakes his head. Nudges his nose up against you. Presses a kiss to your clit, then gets back to business.

It's like an old dance at this point. Jeongguk knows all the steps. He could make you cum so easily if he wanted to—and now, he does want to. He's had his fun. Knows that no matter how hard you cum, you won't be fully satisfied until he fucks you.

"Cum before he starts looking for you, and he'll never know," Jeongguk shrugs his shoulders, then begins to rub small circles on your clit with his other hand. It's a combination he knows has lethal outcomes.

Your legs are frail and limp as he begins his relentless pursuit of your pleasure.

"That's it, babe," he husk. "Cum for for me."

Like the collapse of a damn, the sensation of Jeongguk's fingers spills you over the edge. The trembling of your whines and the shaking of your legs give it away. Your grip on his hair is painfully tight, but he kinda likes it.

"Attagirl, baby," he praises, then wraps his lips around your clit for the final few pulses of your orgasm. Moans against you. Nods. Pulls away from you slowly. Laughs. Rests his head against your thigh. "Just cancel the auction. Let me fuck you, instead."

Laughing now, too, you shake your head and encourage him to his feet. He's about to nudge his nose against yours when you stop him in his tracks.

"Uh-uh," you shake your head. "I've gotta go schmooze people."

"But I just made you cum."

"And you know I love you for it," you promise. Hold his chin so he can't sneakily divert his lips as you press a kiss to his cheek, then whisper in his ear, "But you also know I'm gonna return the favour later, Gguk."

"I'll die before you get the chance," he whines.

You sigh with a smile. Glance behind yourself to check that the coast is clear, before you do something you would have never dreamt of doing with anyone else.

Hooking your thumbs beneath either side of your underwear, you quickly shimmy them down your legs, until they're by your ankles. Stepping out of them before they reach the floor, your elevated heels act as a saving grace, you're sin dressed up in a pretty dress.

Jeongguk watches on, wholly bemused. Licks his lips when you stand directly in front of him, then silently lets them part as you press the soaked fabric against them.

He welcomes your underwear in his mouth. Sucks the taste of you from lace, his heavenly eyes closed, lashes splaying on his cheeks.

Without a word, you pull them back. Begin to fiddle with his belt buckle and find it incredibly easy to loosen. Unbuttoning his trousers, you're well aware that you're pressed for time, but you don't care. Nothing else matters.

He groans as your hand dips down into his boxers. He's so hard. It's gonna be damn hard for him to hide it. Might have to send you back down alone.

But when you start jerking him off with the same hand that's holding your soaked underwear? The wet fabric pressed against him as your other hand grips his hair to keep his eyes on yours?

God, he thinks he'll die .

But then you've got that look on your face—the one that Jeongguk know means no good. Wrapping the fabric around his thick shaft, you pump his cock once more. Twice, because you just can't help it. Readjust him. Get his desperate desire for you obscured. He's in boxer briefs, which helps. They're tight, and if you angle things just right, he can hide the fact he's two damn strokes away from coming undone.

You do his trousers back up. Belt, too.

"I'm literally gonna cum in my pants," Jeongguk groans, all pathetic and stroppy.

"No, you won't," you grin, though you'd kind of love it if he did. Turning to walk away, you call after him. "C'mon! I need to run to the bathroom, quickly. Can you tell Hobes I'll just be a minute?"

Jeongguk is right behind you. Lifts your dress as you walk ahead of him just to squeeze your ass cheeks. You let him. Just sort of ignore it, because it's not exactly an unusual occurrence with him.

Part of you is worried about this whole no-underwear thing. It's a short dress; all it'll take is a little stumble to flash an entire room of people you're trying to impress.

It's painfully clear that your desperate need to fuck Jeongguk at all times will surely one day be detrimental, but for now, you'll hope for the best.

"I'm so fuckin' hard I'm gonna die," he tells you again. Is a little sterner. A little more convicted. Has fully convinced himself that mortality lingers on undelivered orgasms. "I can't talk to Hoseok like this. What if he thinks it's for him ?"

"He'd probably be up for it as long as Joon could join in, too," you tease him, then add, "But it'll probably help if you stop touching my ass."

"Okay, firstly, what's yours is mine. And secondly, please don't put that mental image of Joon into my head—"

"Kinda hot."

"Byeol."

"What? He's got great thighs."

"Keep this up, and I'll bend you over mine," he threatens, as if the prospect of getting spanked doesn't excite you even more.

"Oh, nooo," you feign distress. "Please, don't do that! I hate it when you do that!"

Laughing, Jeongguk does give you a light spank just before you start heading down the stairs. "You're the fuckin' worst."

"S'why you're with me," you beam. Even if Jeongguk can't see your smile, he can hear it. Knows how radiant you must look right now.

Gently brushing the front of his trousers, Jeongguk checks to make sure his cock is as disguised as it can be. Hopes it just looks like he's packing—of which he most definitely is, but that's beyond the point.

Once you reach the bottom of the stairs, Jeongguk squeezes your side just before you head in opposite directions. It's a silent comfort. He touches you so often, not because he likes to be a nuisance, but because it eases that part of his brain that really is a nuisance.

Picking up one of the complimentary mints by the front desk, Jeongguk bites into it as he heads towards the main gallery hall. He knows that as much as your taste is his favourite thing in the world, it's not exactly appropriate for such an occasion.

Then again, nor is having your wet thong wrapped around his cock, but that's neither here nor there.

"Find her?" Hoseok asks as Jeongguk tries to slip into the room unnoticed.

Nodding, Jeongguk also reaches for a champagne flute on the tray being carried by a server.

"Yeah, she's just checking herself over in the bathroom."

"Okay, good. Oh, also—" Hoseok reaches over to tweak one of the buttons on Jeongguk's shirt. Looking down, Jeongguk realises he'd left far more undone than he thought he had. "—If you're gonna tell white lies about what you're up to, don't get caught red-handed. Or glitter-handed, would be better, I suppose. Maybe you should have gone to the bathroom, too. Checked yourself over, Cassanova."

Scrunching his face up, Jeongguk doesn't have time to respond before Hoseok swans off again. It's far better than his boner being noticeable, but it's embarrassing nonetheless. Better Hoseok notice rather than anyone else, though.

One day, the pair of you will be able to control yourselves, but it is not today. Likely won't be tomorrow, or the next day, either. In fact, it probably won't ever happen, but you can pretend like dignity will one day be a trait in your repertoire.

Still, when Jeongguk notices you smiling and chatting with important people in suits a few minutes later, he can't help but think you look incredibly dignified.

Then he remembers you're without your underwear. Considers dying again.

Through the speaker system, Shinwon's voice calls the room to attention. Unbeknownst to you both, it's perhaps the third time he's given a small indication for people to gather in the main hall.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, the skills auction is about to commence. Please join us in the main Gallery Hall. Auction directories are available at the back of the room."

The chatter quietens down, and it's up to you to lead command of the room.

There's no stage, thank god, just a podium for the auctioneer to stand behind. The underwear situation would have been dreadful otherwise.

Jeongguk watches on with unbridled adoration as you work the room. It's one thing to see you command a conversation amongst friends. Another, amongst professionals. But this? All eyes on you? Everyone sparkling in your presence? It's an honour.

He wonders how many people will begin to adorn themselves in glitter as a result of you. Wonders if you realise just how captivating you truly are.

The audience laughs when you're a little bit awkward in the most charming of ways, and they cheer when you reveal the first ticket item to be one you personally submitted.

"Now, I may be slightly biased, but even though this is the first item of the night, I think it's just as valuable as some of our later items. Someone always has to go first, though. It's an honour to kick off the auction with a private evening for two at Pot & Paint—arguably the city's finest artist establishment," you joke, knowing damn well that you've got nothing on the Ryu. The audience laughs with you, which does settle your nerves a little bit.

"Hosted by yours truly," you continue, "It's the perfect opportunity to unwind and indulge in your own artistic talents. Included are all the materials you'll need, four hours reserved off just for you, and complimentary drinks throughout the evening. Hosted by yours truly, I'll be there to assist throughout the night. Perfect for a date, for friends, or family. This is a money can't buy experience, as we don't typically do private rentals. There's a reserve of 50 thousand won."

Pitch complete, you pass control over the auctioneer to kick off the bidding process. Taking a deep breath, you'd been able to hide just how nervous you were while you were speaking. Your body language is far more reserved now that you're no longer performing.

Glancing up, you find Jeongguk in the crowd, and it all just sort of melts away.

He pouts his lips together. Presses a kiss into the air. Smiles, when you smile, too. Nods. You did good, B.

The auction starts with ease. Ten thousand, then twenty. Before you know it, the fifty thousand threshold has been hit. Your first real victory of the night. Sure, fifty thousand won won't buy you much—some cutlery, or maybe just a couple of pizzas for the team after a hard day of working at the restaurant—but it's a start.

You haven't been keeping an eye on Jeongguk's bar tab idea, wanting to leave that to him, so you really have no idea how things stand at the moment.

The bidders are random audience members. There's not much buzz around this listing—after all, people are here for the big items like Yoogni's custom furniture and Taehyung's art—but it's a nice way to ease the crowd into bidding.

Your eyes follow the raised papers when new bids are called.

But then eighty thousand won is called, and the elation that's been simmering in your veins freezes over.

Standing towards the back of the crowd, hand raised, smirk present, is Kim Seokjin. Every bit the asshole he always has been. Has that look upon his face you always used to hate; I win.

"Ninety thousand," calls a far more comforting voice from across the room, and just like that, your blood feels warm once more.

Gaze hard; Jeongguk is locked in on you. There are stars in the space between you, but it feels like a black hole is about to swallow you right up.

"A hundred thousand." Seokjin's voice booms through the room, but it isn't enough to shatter the vibrational pull Jeongguk has on you.

"A hundred and fifty thousand," Jeongguk calls out, raising his hand. Doesn't care how ridiculous the price might be. What he's doing isn't making a bet. Not really. He's making a promise.

I've got you, baby, his slow nod and furrowed brows tell you.

"Two hundred," Seokjin calls without missing a beat.

Jeongguk glances across to Seokjin. Glares. Briefly considers throwing his champagne flute at Seokjin's head.

Instead, he refocuses on you. Ups his bid. "Two fifty."

"Three hundred."

"Three fifty."

Anyone who doesn't know you would most likely think nothing much of the unfolding bidding battle. It's an auction. It's what happens. They just really love painting, apparently. The best—or should that be the wealthiest—man always wins.

The issue is that Jeongguk can bid all he likes, but you both know he doesn't have the money to pay for it. The only person he'll be cheating is himself when the night's earnings are tallied, and he'll have lost out on however much a genuine bid could have been for the private use of the art cafe.

This place is full of art lovers, critics, and collectors. Though it was never a high-ticket item, it was still one that you know you could have made money from.

Everyone can see Jeongguk and Seokjin battling it out. Nobody else is even gonna bother.

Their bids inch up and up and up. You wish you had never mentioned that you'd personally be at the winners' beck and call for the duration of their time spent in the cafe. You know that's what's motivating Seokjin right now.

"Five hundred thousand," he says, hand raised, an arrogant smirk being rightfully ignored by you.

"Six hundred," Jeongguk counters, growing impatient with this stupid fuckin' game of cat and mouse.

And so Seokjin decides to really rub salt in the wounds of Jeongguk's financial instability. He doesn't know much about him, but he knows he's just finished school and is relying on fundraising for his business.

It's cute, Seokjin thinks, that Jeongguk believes he can satisfy a girl like you.

"One million won."

There's silence. A gasp or two.

Until, all rather suddenly, there's a sigh. A cough. A hand raised towards the back of the room, far behind both Jeongguk and Seokjin.

Husky as he speaks, the new bidder draws a stunned silence from the room when he simply says, "One hundred million won."

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Discotek Announces Planet With, Virtua Fighter and More Upcoming Releases

  Discotek Media announced a whole new slate of new licenses and upcoming releases at their Anime Boston panel on Saturday, including Blu-ray releases of Planet With, Aho Girl and more.

  Announcements made during the panel are in alphabetical order.

  Aho Girl: Subtitle-only Blu-ray release scheduled for August 2022.

  Aho Girl is coming to Blu-ray! The daily everyday life gag comedy of a girl who isn't that smart & her friends! Clean OPs & EDs (quite a few of those) plus promos! Only 1500 copies! pic.twitter.com/YezwXTmyW7

— ????Discotek Media (@discotekmedia) May 28, 2022

    Flying Phantom Ship: Released for the first time on Blu-ray, will include original Japanese with subtitles track and brand new English dub from Kocha Sound. Expected to release late 2022.

  The Flying Phantom Ship is coming to Blu-ray for the 1st time... anywhere! The film is subbed, plus has the brand new dub you just got a preview of! Extras to be announced! Coming later this year! pic.twitter.com/yTJmzxlM1E

— ????Discotek Media (@discotekmedia) May 28, 2022

  Lupin the 3rd: Dead or Alive: Blu-ray release with subtitle and Funimation dub tracks. Bonus features to include an interview with Monkey Punch, trailers, art gallery and credits. Expected to release later in 2022. 

  Lupin the Third- Dead or Alive is coming to Blu-ray! The theatrical film that was directed by Lupin creator Monkey Punch! Subbed, plus the classic Funimation dub. This one has a Monkey Punch interview, gallery, trailers, & more! pic.twitter.com/xNiu6ifZdX

— ????Discotek Media (@discotekmedia) May 28, 2022

  Planet WIth: Subtitle-only Blu-ray release with special features including an alternate finale episode with different music cues. Scheduled to release in August 2022. 

  Planet With is coming to Blu-ray! High-speed & action-packed battling with a mecha cat! Good extras for this one, including an alternate music version of the final episode! Some of the most dynamic audio we've ever heard on a disc! pic.twitter.com/zfg5yidncb

— ????Discotek Media (@discotekmedia) May 28, 2022

    Shogun's Samurai (live-action): Subtitle-only Blu-ray release of Kinji Fukusaku's film starring Sonny Chiba. Scheduled to release in Fall 2022 under the new Nihon Nights label. 

  Shogun's Samurai! With the new translation the movie should be more enjoyable to watch than ever before. Really nice packaging design for this one. pic.twitter.com/d08aSNMVQg

— ????Discotek Media (@discotekmedia) May 28, 2022

    Symphogear AXZ: Subtitle-only Blu-ray release scheduled to release in Fall 2022. 

  Symphogear AXZ is coming this fall to Blu-ray! The disc is stuffed full with extras once again! The entire BD production team for the 1st 3 BDs came back for AXZ, so some good consistency. We broke various BD subtitle format limits quite a few times putting this one together. pic.twitter.com/rDrFVH6dr0

— ????Discotek Media (@discotekmedia) May 28, 2022

  Virtua Fighter: SD-BD release with subtitle and original Anime Works dub tracks (first 24 episodes) with other special features still to be announced. Expected to release later in 2022. 

  Virtua Fighter is coming to SD-BD! All 35 episodes subbed, plus the vintage dub that exists for the first 24 episodes is also here! Extras will be announced later. pic.twitter.com/rEp76c49uV

— ????Discotek Media (@discotekmedia) May 28, 2022

  The panel additionally gave updates for the upcoming releases of Beezlebub, Fatal Fury the motion picture, Lupin the 3rd vs Detective Conan TV Special and more in the Twitter announcement thread. 

      Kyle Cardine is a Managing Editor for Crunchyroll. You can find his Twitter here.

By: Kyle Cardine

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Hi everyone! As many of you may already know, Amsterdam is like a place I feel like home. This city is well… gold! Lacking for better words to say this simply 😉 As I was chatting via Instagram with the lovely Chloé (@chloe_mrnr), who is going to visit for the first time the Venice of the West, I was giving her my own Amsterdam city guide so I might as well share the tips with you all.

Amsterdam Centraal

Amsterdam Canal View from Amsterdam Centraal

Ok, so where would you like to start the city tour? If you are arriving by train (like me most of the times), then you are getting off from Amsterdam Central. Make sure to head outside to be mesmerized by the train station architecture once out there and you will quickly grab a sight on beautiful canals, the white and blue tram railing by, and among other things a handful of tourists. Your eyes will also intercept from a distance the church of Saint Nicholas and some covered gallery shops.

Keep walking over the canals and see from a distance the Saint Nicholas Church

Inside of Saint Nicholas Church. Free entrance!

Look at these colorful buildings hanging over the canal!

Amsterdam Centraal from a short walking distance away, admire this architecture!

Then, as you are walking further away from Amsterdam Centraal, there is the notorious Red Light District area with funky empty shops by day but at night fall, this neighborhood gets seriously busy. I still recall the awkwardness I felt when I visited this area with my mom the first time a few years back where she was describing each woman behind those recognizable red light windows as they were lacking of something she would call “normal”. I couldn’t help than laughing at this precious moment with her by having her refusing to be convinced that women are made of a variety of shapes and colors just like the sweet skittles we enjoy so much. Euhh sorry for this poor comparison, ok then I’ll skip there! Shall we?

Amsterdam is very simple to navigate through: walk, hop on the tram, or do as the Dutch; bike everywhere! The city is divided into 4 areas and I’ll start clockwise from the North West.

The North West:

Toki is a fav local coffee shop (but don’t you worry! There is business there. I just happened to take a photo when it was closed).

The street of Haarlemmerdijk is where there is lots of tiny independent designer boutiques along with delicious bakeries that have window glasses where everyone can drool over the artful pastries, delicious sandwiches, and you gotta check out all the variety of fresh Dutch bread. The locals can be proud of their breads but also the coffee is quite remarkable. One of the locals’ fav is Toki (Binnen Dommersstraat 15, 1013 HK Amsterdam), where I’d meet up with friend Kimberley (@theotherway) for coffee and cake!

Meet Kimberley! (@theotherway)

Kimberley is one of the very first Dutch women I met during my first visit to the Netherlands! Let me just start by saying that she set a very high standard for other Dutch folks haha. She is one of the sweetest and kindest person I know. I still recall meeting her over in Eindhoven de Burger (5, Kerkstraat, 5611 GH Eindhoven), where she had waited for me (Sorry!) then surprised me with the world renown Dutch Stoop waffles from Albert Heijn (a typical Dutch grocery store should you need anything) and some other goodies. I still have so many stories to share about our meet ups but let’s save it for some other post 😉

Kimberley street style is always impeccable! I wonder how she does it?!

I love strolling these streets, wouldn’t you?

A great place for a brunch is The Breakfast Club (Haarlemmerplein 31, 1013 HR Amsterdam) where Kimberley likes her pancakes haha. I also recommend strolling through the street of Haarlemmerplein where there are those tiny boutiques and lots of greens and flowers sprouting here and there in front porches of the apartments. I think it’s an Amsterdam signature landscape.

The Breakfast Club for brunch is delicious!

The Breakfast Club

Sorry, I couldn’t help to creep snapped a photo of these Dutch girls as they wore the exact same things as I was and found that twinning was funny (striped top, jeans, and Celine trio) 😉

Other great coffee spot is Café Thijssen (Brouwersgracht 107, 1015 GD Amsterdam) but also great for late night bites. This is where I met up on the terrace with friend Nikki (@sartreuse). After shopping, you may get great pizzas at de Pizzabakkers (Haarlemmerdijk 128, 1013 JJ Amsterdam).You must check out the Movies (Haarlemmerdijk 161, 1013 KH Amsterdam)! Aside from catching a movie, you can have a romantic dinner too!

Meet Nicki (@sartreuse)

de PizzaBakkers is a fav local place!

And the pizzas are delicious at de PizzaBakkers 🙂

at The Movies

At the Movies is a place for movies but food too!!

Some interesting architecture

The North:

In the Northern area, it’s easy to find A’dam Toren (Overhoeksplein 23-B, 1031 KS Amsterdam) because it’s a very tall modernistic building. There, take the elevator which has cool light shows (each elevator gives a different experience) all the way to the 20th floor and the observatory deck offers a sweeping 360º view over Amsterdam and the river and if you ain’t afraid of heights and seeking a thrilling experience then you can try to get on the red sensational swings where you get to be propelled in the air over the edge of the building. A tad bit scary in my opinion! There is good ambiance there for night out with drinks and clubs. Downstairs though, there is the Butcher for burgers and fish chips with a beautiful bar setup right in the middle of an arcade. For culture, nearby there is the EYE Filmmuseum (IJpromenade 1, 1031 KT Amsterdam).

Sweeping view of Amstedam from A’dam Toren penthouse

Not afraid of heights, then try out these swings at the A’dam Toren! It’s the highest swing in Europe!

The Butcher’s Fish n Chips and yummy burger

The Butcher Bar overlooking at the river has an arcade there

The East:

On my last trip, I went to this English place for brunch at Bakers & Roasters (Kadijksplein 16, 1018 AC Amsterdam) to meet with Kimberley and Silvana (@saisonlune). In need for green space, there are Hortus Botanicus (Plantage Middenlaan 2a, 1018 DD Amsterdam) and the Oosterparkbuurt. Oh check out the Skylounge for a great view and a great drink (Oosterdoksstraat 4, 1011 DK Amsterdam). After a visit to the park, there is time for shopping at the Waterlooplein Market  (Waterlooplein 2, 1011 AL Amsterdam).

Bakers & Roasters

Bakers & Roasters’ crumble eggs and green juice are delicious. Very friendly staff!

Oosterparkbuurt is very relaxing

WaterloopleinMarkt

WaterloopleinMarkt has lots of jewelry, interior decor, and more!

The South:

Park Museumsplein

Rijksmuseum

Rijksmuseum

This is the cultured area where we have many museums to visit like Van Gogh Museum and the beautiful Rijksmuseum. Don’t forget to take a break in between and stroll around the Park Museumsplein for a break. Are you now ready to shop, then go to Albert Cuyp Market (Albert Cuypstraat, 1073 BD Amsterdam).

  Ok, now the real break to me is here at the Sweet Cup (Lange Leidsedwarsstraat 93HS, 1017 NH Amsterdam) where they make the best coffee in town in my mind. But then, others might say the Bocca Coffee (Kerkstraat 96HS, 1017 GP Amsterdam) is better maybe because the baristas are hotties. Hmmm I don’t really know why would some people think this place serves coffee best haha.

Bocca

Bocca coffees

Wait, there is far more so if you need to stay over the night, the Hoxton (Herengracht 255, 1016 BJ Amsterdam)!! There is great breakfast with yummy avocado toasts and carrot juice, and some cool kitchen to host parties like this wine tasting tour I once attended.

The Hoxton Bar

The Hoxton brunch!

If you are in the mood for shopping in quirky boutiques in this area, go along de 9 Straatjes (Wolvenstraat 9, 1016 EM Amsterdam). But I also personally like to stop by my fav designer spots such as Loves Stories for the sleepwear, and Filippa K for the essential wear.

When dinner time is ringing, I’d go to San George (Stadhouderskade 7, 1054 ES Amsterdam). The staffs speak loud Italian and the pasta is just beyond words can describe. See the pics for yourself! But I also recall my double date with Silvana here at Caffe Restaurant Panini (Vijzelgracht 3, 1017 HM Amsterdam) a while ago.

San George pastas are delicious!

The West:

The Breakfast Club Brunch!

Some of my favorite things to do in Amsterdam are if you haven’t already noticed eat and drink hahaha which may explain the weight gained. To satisfy my taste bud, thanks goodness there is Foohallen (Bellamyplein 51, 1053 AT Amsterdam) where anyone can find whatever he or she desires (sushi, small bites of tapas, sandwiches, beers, wine, cocktails, tacos, and even ramen). I last went with my frenchies Jo, Adrien, and Yohann. If you like thrifting and need art works for the interiors, I’m sure you will like de Hallen (Hannie Dankbaarpassage 47, 1053 RT Amsterdam).

Foodhallen

Ramen & Beer!

Back to The Center:

Jordaan District (Rozengracht 76I, 1016 NE Amsterdam) I think is really cool! The narrow canals and streets there are filled with indie boutiques, cozy pubs and hipster eateries. At Noordermarkt square market there are stalls that sell jewelry, clothes, antiques and even organic food. But this is not just for the hipsters, there are also galleries in the area for innovative contemporary art. Other attractions include the Houseboat Museum and the Amsterdam Cheese Museum. Hmm must have Gouda cheese! But I also like Waterlooplein Market (Waterlooplein 2, 1011 AL Amsterdam) for more second hand stuff and quirky finds. And if you are hungry (like me, I’m hungry all the time!!!), Cut Throat is a barber shop brunch & Bar (Beursplein 5, 1012 JW Amsterdam) where the beau gets his hair done while I get food and drinks haha.

At Cut Throat

Cut Throat Brunch

If you can’t get enough of Amsterdam yet, supplemental guides can be found below just for you my friends:

Handy Guide: iamsterdam

Handy Book for the foodies: The Amsterdam Gourmet 

Amsterdam Hi everyone! As many of you may already know, Amsterdam is like a place I feel like home.

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Yank! - Gallery Players, Brooklyn - November 11, 2007 (Closing Night) FORMAT:  VOB (no smalls) (SD) CAST: Bobby Steggert (Stu), Maxime de Toledo (Mitch), Todd Faulkner (Sarge / Scarlett), Tyson Kaup (Tennessee), James Stover (Czechowski), Chris Carfizzi (Rotelli), Daniel Shevlin (Professor), Jeffry Denman (Artie), Nancy Anderson (The Women), Jonathan Day (Dream Stu), Chad Harlow (Dream Mitch), Matthew Marks (Melanie), Brian Mulay (India) NOTES: Excellent video, just ever so shy of proshot quality. A few occasional heads, but absolutely amazing for an off-Broadway shoot. A Year with Frog and Toad - Broadway - June 13, 2003 FORMAT:  VOB (with smalls) (SD) CAST: Jay Goede (Frog), Mark Linn-Baker (Toad), Jenn Gambatese (Bird, Mouse, Squirrel, Young Frog, Mole), Danielle Ferland (Bird, Turtle, Squirrel, Mother Frog, Mole), Frank Vlastnik (Bird, Snail, Lizard, Father Frog, Mole) NOTES: Decently shot but suffers from gen loss. Some washout, warbly but listenable audio. Yerma - The Young Vic - August 31, 2017 (Pro-Shot's master) FORMAT:  AVI (SD) CAST: Billie Piper (Yerma) You Can't Take It with You - First Broadway Revival - 1984 (Pro-Shot's master) FORMAT:  VOB (with smalls) (SD) CAST: Alice Drummond (Gay Wellington), George Rose (Boris Kolenkhov), Nicolas Surovy (Tony Kirby), Orrin Reiley (Wilbur C. Henderson), Maureen Anderman (Alice Sycamore), Jason Robards (Martin Vanderhof), Arthur French (Donald), Christopher Foster (Ed Carmichael), Bill McCutcheon (Mr. De Pinna), Jack Dodson (Paul Sycamore), Rosetta LeNoire (Rheba), Carole Androsky (Essie Carmichael), Meg Mundy (Miriam Kirby), Richard Woods (Anthony W. Kirby) NOTES: Taped performance during its Broadway run, and broadcast on "Broadway on Showtime." Three acts with two intermissions (one minute), at about 44 minutes and 82 minutes. You Can't Take It with You - Third Broadway Revival - December 26, 2014 FORMAT:  VOB (with smalls) (SD) CAST: Julie Halston (Gay Wellington), Reg Rogers (Boris Kolenkhov), Fran Kranz (Tony Kirby), Rose Byrne (Alice Sycamore), James Earl Jones (Martin Vanderhof), Will Brill (Ed Carmichael), Patrick Kerr (Mr. De Pinna), Mark Linn-Baker (Paul Sycamore), Crystal Dickinson (Rheba), Annaleigh Ashford (Essie Carmichael), Kristine Nielsen (Penelope Sycamore), Elizabeth Ashley (The Grand Duchess Olga Katrina), Johanna Day (Miriam Kirby), Byron Jennings (Anthony W. Kirby) You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown - Broadway Revival - 1999 FORMAT:  VOB (with smalls) (SD) CAST: Anthony Rapp (Charlie Brown), Ilana Levine (Lucy), BD Wong (Linus), Stanley Wayne Mathis (Schroeder), Kristin Chenoweth (Sally), BD Wong (Snoopy) NOTES: Shot from center balcony. Most faces are washed out. You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown - Pre-Broadway Revival Tour - November 23-28, 1998 FORMAT:  VOB (with smalls) (SD) CAST: Anthony Rapp (Charlie Brown), Ilana Levine (Lucy), BD Wong (Linus), Stanley Wayne Mathis (Schroeder), Kristin Chenoweth (Sally), Roger Bart (Snoopy) NOTES: Filmed on two different days You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown - Television Production - February 9, 1973 (Pro-Shot's master) FORMAT:  MP4 (SD) CAST: Wendell Burton (Charlie Brown), Ruby Persson (Lucy), Ben Livingston (Linus), Mark L Montgomery (Schroeder), Bill Hinnant (Snoopy), Noelle Matlovsky (Patty) NOTES: The program was originally shown in a 90-minute time slot with minimal commercial interruptions. The Paley Center for Media lists the actual running time 1:16:58. It was later shown later in a version edited to fit into a 60-minute time slot, which is the video in circulation. Young Frankenstein - Broadway - November 10, 2007 (SunsetBlvd79's master) FORMAT:  VOB (no smalls) (SD) CAST: Roger Bart (Frederick Frankenstein), Shuler Hensley (The Monster), Christopher Fitzgerald (Igor), Sutton Foster (Inga), Megan Mullally (Elizabeth Benning), Andrea Martin (Frau Blücher), Fred Applegate (Inspector Hans Kemp/Harold the Hermit) NOTES: The changes from Seattle tighten up the show. Also includes Transylvania Mania, Roll in the Hay, Together Again as performed on The Today Show. A+ Young Frankenstein - Plays In The Park - 2015 (Pro-Shot's master) FORMAT:  VOB (with smalls) (SD) CAST: Michael Louis (Doctor Frederick Frankenstein) Scott Daniels (The Monster) Billy Geltzeiler (Igor) Kelliann De Carlo (Inga), Elizabeth (Ali Gleason) Katie Riley, Bob Nutter NOTES: Pro-Shot Young Frankenstein - Seattle/Pre-Broadway - August 28, 2007 (SunsetBlvd79's master) FORMAT:  VOB (with smalls) (SD) CAST: Roger Bart (Frederick Frankenstein), Shuler Hensley (The Monster), Christopher Fitzgerald (Igor), Sutton Foster (Inga), Megan Mullally (Elizabeth Benning), Andrea Martin (Frau Blücher), Fred Applegate (Inspector Hans Kemp/Harold the Hermit) NOTES: A terrifically talented and funny cast. A beautiful capture of the tryout before Broadway, with many changes sure to come. A Young Marx - Bridge Theatre - December 7, 2017 (Pro-Shot's master) FORMAT:  MP4 (SD) CAST: Rory Kinnear (Karl Marx), Nicholas Burns (Willich), Nancy Carroll (Jenny von Westphalen), Oliver Chris (Friedrich Engels), Laura Elphinstone (Nym), Eben Figueiredo (Schramm), Tony Jayawardena (Gert “Doc” Schmidt), Scott Karim (Grabiner/Singer), Alana Ramsey (Mrs. Mullet), Sophie Russell (Librarian), Fode Simbo (Peter), William Troughton (Constable Crimp), Joseph Wilkins (Sergeant Savage), Duncan Wisbey (Mr. Feece/Bearded Man), Miltos Yerolemou (Emmanuel Barthélemy)