#Though they keep moving my scheduled days around so that's hard to plan

[solardee]

Guess who finally got some quotes for a roof replacement and bathroom plumbing!!

Gonna be about 10 grand all together which, yes sucks a bit but is far better than I was expecting! I will have two whole functioning bathrooms in this house for the first time since I bought it finally c:

[monstersholygrail]

Sugar daddy!Minotaur Boss who’s always on time each month to give you your allowance and your days off from work. Except he has a rule where he has to give it to you in person, knowing you’ll run late (he’s purposefully vague on the meet-up time) and so you’ll have to make it up to him and earn the gifts he’s so generously giving you.

He watches you with rapt attention as you bounce on his cock, your pretty plush body moving with every hard smack of your bodies meeting. His hands caress you roughly, taking their pleasure, yet make no move to help you ride him. You can feel him so deep inside you, you can barely stay upright. But your allowance is just next to him and with every twitch of his cock he slides over another hundred. “Go on, be good for me. Know you’ve been wanting to go on that trip. Let me give it to you, baby.” And suddenly you’re riding him even faster, working you both into a fierce climax, wanting those paid days off so badly.

Sugar daddy!Minotaur Boss who agrees to take you on shopping sprees whenever your cute self desires. But only on that condition that he gets to personally choose all your lingerie.

He no doubt always walks in with you into the dressing rooms. Watching you undress and dress up in outfit after outfit till he’s nearly shaking. It gets so bad that by the time you get to the lingerie shop he’s snapping before you can try anything on and he’s taking you hard against the wall, slamming quickly into your hot core. Letting out low huffs, his tail whipping around in agitation as he ruts up into you. “You better wear that red number t’morrow at work. Won’t be able to keep my hands off of ya.” Just the thought has him pumping himself into you even harder until he’s got you squirting all over the lingerie he was already planning to buy you.

Sugar daddy!Minotaur Boss who doesn’t want anything serious but gets jealous when you bring up going on a date later tonight after work.

He cant help but drop your butt on top of your desk, stopping you from thinking about someone who isn’t him for a second longer. He’s bunching up your tight skirt in a flash and sinking his length all the way down to the hilt. He throws his head back, releasing a long groan as your warmth wraps around him so snugly. “Y’know I think you’re gonna have to work some overtime t’night, love. That alright with you?” And he starts fucking up into you, leaving you only able to respond with a weak moan. He won’t stop till you’re boneless, brainless, and with only his name on your lips.

Sugar daddy!Minotaur Boss who knows your limits and relishes in pushing them till you’re so close to breaking. So he frequently makes deals with you, paying you a grand for each orgasm you give him while staying awake.

He gives your cheek a nice love tap, forcing your eyes to flutter open. A whiny mewl falls past your lips, body jerking with each brutal thrust as Minotaur Boss just keeps going. His cock never softening inside you no matter how much either of you cum. “Wakey, wakey, sweetheart. Gimme one more orgasm and you’ll be able to afford that pretty dress I saw you got ‘ur eye on.” Choked whimpers leave you as his cock brutally grinds against your cervix in a way that has your toes curling and your body shaking. Your orgasm sneaking up and blowing through you so intensely you nearly black out.

Sugar daddy!Minotaur Boss who pays for your phone after seeing the older model you have just so he can always know where you are when he sends you out in work-related errands. He also can’t deny the burst of pleasure he gets every time he sees you use it. Knowing it was him that provided it for you.

He often misuses the gift though, not that you have any issue with it. His husky voice crackling into your ear through the phone as he works you through another release. Fuck, you’ve had so many you’ve started losing count. But he just doesn’t stop talking, babbling on about anything and everything. Your damn work schedule tomorrow, the taunting idea of raising your allowance, and all the things he’s gonna get for you. “Be ready to thank me next we see each other. Might surprise ya with some new panties I can rip off or a new lip glass that’ll look so good wrapped nicely around my cock.” He ignores your whimpers, urging you on and on with his words until you’re crying out into the speaker and gushing all over your fingers.

[date-everything-has-taken-over]

Headcanons pls for Celia,Dorian,Eddie and Volt,Koa dealing with Homeowner relatives who came to visit and are nosey kind who moves,fix or touch stuff around the house without permission

Ooooo I love it (Fukin HATE it when people do that btw)

Celia(can't find a good emoji for her😭)

●She’s hella annoyed

●Not only is your family disrupting the flow of the house, but they're causing extra stress for you

●She becomes pretty busy with the influx of complaints from other members of the house

●Not to mention the panic that occurred when your mom tried throwing away your "broken" record player (everyone in the dining room becomes extremely vigilant and keeps an eye on Rainey after that)

● Despite her new hectic schedule, she makes sure to set aside time for you

●Her office is open if you need a quiet place to escape your family

●You can rest your head on her desk as she does her work, occasionally placing a comforting hand on your head

●Unfortunately you can't stay long otherwise your family will come looking for you

●Since you (the only human) have your hands full with your family (specifically keeping your little cousins and their crayons away from Wallace) , she decided to handle the dateables

●After your family leaves, everyone breathes a sigh of relief and begins to put everything back the way it was (there was a serch for Mateo who had been "put away" by your aunt when you wernt looking)

●You, Celia, and Florence go room by room to undo all the rearranging your family had done

●Once everything is settled, Florence makes tea, and you all get the chance to finally rest

●I feel like after your family visits, she makes a plan for if they come back so they're more prepared

Dorian🚪

● Much like Celia, he's also pretty annoyed, but he's also disappointed in himself

●His job is to provide security and make sure there's no shenanigans going on, and as far as he's concerned, he's failing

●Your family is going around the house, snooping in places they shouldn't, moving objects around, and he can't do anything about it

●He makes a mental note of everything that got moved so he can help put everyone back once your family leaves

●Fully glaring at your cousin who snooped around your room (she left after feeling like someone was watching her)

● He watches as you try (and fail) to wrangle your family and the stress it's causes you

● Sinces, he's in every room he works with Celia, giving her the list of every chance that was made to a room

●He breathes a sigh of relief when your family leaves.

●As you close Front Dorian, you look noticbly drained as you lean against him

●He wraps his arms around you and lets you stay there as long as you need

Eddie & Volt⚡️

●The Breaker Box was actually closed while your family visited since they were using so much of the power

●They are both throughly unamused

●One of your uncles NEVER turns off lights after leaving the room. Then there's your cousin who has a bunch of things plugged in at once. Another family member had Hector on overtime blasting the ac

●They don't have much time to keep track of others as they're extremely busy bringing power to the house

●That doesn't stop them from seeing you, though

●At the end of the day(most likely after everyone is asleep), you head over to check on them(and to make sure Eddie's workaholic ass isn't pushing himself too hard)

●Eddie makes you a drink, and Volt sits next to you, draping an arm around you

●They listen as you rant about your family. How they invited themselves over and shoved themselves into your business

●"Well, live wire, you've certainly been busy today, and you are certainly ready to rest here as long as you need"

●Much like everyone, they are relieved when your family leaves (You and Volt have to force Eddie to take a break after all that)

Koa🛋 (Stright up couldn't find a picture of his love banner)

●My guy is STRESSED

●Your aunt got really into funchway and decided to move the furniture in the living room around when you weren't looking

●From the moment your family walked through Dorian. It's non-stop talking and arguments (mostly arguing)

●Your cousin uses his cushions and some blankets to make a pillow fort. He doesn't mind that, actually

●His main problem is your family's constant arguing. He sees how much stress you're under and feels awful

●When you take a brief nap on the couch, he tires making himself as comfy as possible

●You don't get the opportunity to talk much since the living room is out in the open(and talking to your couch would make you look crazy)

●But you're still able to enjoy a little but of quiet time together

●When your family leaves, he breathes a sigh of relief, enjoying the silence

●You take a well needed nap on the couch, and you enjoy much need quiet time together

[enhani-ki]

Bad MF part i - reader x ni-ki

warnings: smut, nsfw, dry humping, explicit languages, etc.

you've been in love with ni-ki for a long time now, and recently, it finally felt like all your patience, all your hard work, was already starting to pay off.

he was actually acknowledging you, paying attention to you now.

because before, ni-ki would always reply late, always busy, barely sparing you more than a few words and there were so many times you almost gave up, so many moments where you thought,

"maybe i should just move on."

but you really, really like him.

even though you didn't really have the right to expect anything, you hoped and pretend he can still be your man no matter how many mixed signals he gave you, no matter how confusing or frustrating he was, you stuck around.

ni-ki, on the other hand, had just gotten used to you.

you're always praising him, you say you feel different when you're with him, you tell him anything.

always making him feel good about himself.

and whenever he feels lonely, it was actually nice to have someone checking in on him, asking how he was doing. and whenever he was bored? well, you were always down to accompany him anywhere, anytime.

you make him laugh. you're a little wild (which is an understatement btw) and always keeping things interesting.

so, without even realizing it, ni-ki had let you become a part of his routine.

y/n: i'm curious tho :(

ni-ki furrowed his brows, typing back.

riki-san: hm, about what? :)

y/n: how many kids do u want me to give you?

his mouth fell open. "what the-" he just stared at his screen for a moment, completely appalled. he was not one to share his texts, let alone let others peek into his phone, but this?

he just had to.

he turned his phone around to show your text with others in disbelief. "hyung, look at this," he scoffed.

heesung let out a low whistle while jungwon, on the other hand, immediately facepalmed. "oh my god…"

you sat there, waiting. kicking your legs in the air.

even if he was busy, even if he slept all day, you were always there, waiting for him to respond.

though, what ni-ki didn't know was that you actually wanted to blow up his phone just to ask what he was up to.

luckily, you didn't… whew.

you haven't seen ni-ki for so long, and when he finally came back, it felt like you were still missing him. every time he texted or replied, it was always after you had already fallen asleep. his schedule was a mess, and judging from the headaches he had been getting, it was starting to take a toll on him.

so when he asked if you wanted to spend some time at their dorm, of course, you agreed without hesitation.

the plan was just to play video games, maybe take a quick nap together, but the moment ni-ki laid down, his exhaustion won. he was knocked out almost instantly, breathing steadily and deeply as he curled up in bed.

your phone buzzed, a while later. then again. and again.

heeseung: yo, come out and eat with us?

sunghoon: why are you guys still in there?? we’re starving.

you glanced at ni-ki who's still lost in sleep, his expression seemed completely relaxed for the first time in weeks. you hesitated, but your stomach already made the decision for you.

y/n: yeah. i'm coming out, sorry.

the boys were already gathered when you stepped out. "he's still out cold?" jay asked, and you just nodded.

they all chuckled, and you let out a small laugh before eating dinner with them. their conversations were nonsense but somehow still entertaining, and even though you enjoyed yourself, you felt bad because ni-ki didn't get to eat with everyone.

and by the time he finally woke up, the dorm was already silent. it was near midnight, and everyone had already gone to bed. he stumbled out of his room, eyes barely open with his messy hair. his body moved on autopilot as he walked to the kitchen to reheat some leftovers.

he ate alone at the counter, scrolling through his phone in between bites, texting you, apologizing how he didn't get to take care of you.

he sighed, rubbing his face before clicking his phone off but just as he was about to head back to bed, he saw you sleeping in the couch.

you stayed.

he sat beside you, brushing a few strands of hair away before pulling a blanket over you.

he grabbed the remote, and switched on the tv, immediately lowering the volume.

the soft glow illuminated both your faces as he clicked on a baseball replay, slouching further into the cushions.

ni-ki's jaw tensed as he watched the game unfold. "oh, what the fuck?" he muttered under his breath when a player completely fumbled an easy play.

you moved slightly, shifting in your sleep.

he glanced at you, immediately biting back any of his further commentary but every now and then, he couldn't help it—sharp exhales, quiet cursing, groaning in frustration whenever something stupid happened.

you started waking up, not fully, but enough to recognize the occasional, "eh?" and "tsk, are you serious?" from beside you.

you never thought you'd be a little rude to him, but you had just woken up too, and your entire body ached from uncomfortably lying on the sofa. so with a frown, you mumbled, "is that live or a replay?" totally annoyed.

ni-ki stiffened, suddenly feeling bad for being so loud. "replay. why?" he answered, looking away from the screen.

"then watch it tomorrow…"

his grip on the remote tightened slightly. "i- i just have… 40 minutes left."

"you could watch it tomorrow though," you repeated.

he shook his head, his lips forming a small pout. "no way."

you, however, were also not having it. "riki…"

no response, he's barely even looked at you, leaning to the side to keep watching the game.

you tried to stand up but the second you moved, dizziness hit you. you vision went blank for a second, your body were still sore and stiff that before you knew it, you lost your balance.

you stumbled, ass landing right onto ni-ki's lap.

his hands instinctively shot out, gripping your waist to steady you.

and holy shit, you felt it.

you already knew it was big—you'd seen the print in his gray sweats plenty of times but now you were actually sitting on his lap, fuuuck, you could feel the size pressing up against you...

ni-ki was definitely packing.

he sucked in a sharp breath, his fingers twitching against your waist. "don't move."

you weren't moving. you couldn't, and you wouldn't, not when you could already feel inches of him beneath you. heavy and starting to throb against your ass.

then, as if you lost all your shame, you rolled your hips just slightly. making ni-ki hiss your name out, "y/n..."

your core clenched at the sound of his voice.

his hands flew to your shoulders, his fingers digging into your skin as his head fell back against the couch.

a soft moan escaped your lips as you rocked your hips again, grinding against him, rubbing your ass against his clothed length.

"oh, that feels good, y/n..." he groaned. his voice deep and strained.

the way he said your name sent more heat straight between your legs.

you stood up just to sit in his lap but it's to grind while facing him this time. your clothed cunt was pressing right against his length. a sharp gasp left your mouth at the direct friction and fuck yes, it really feels so good.

ni-ki's dick grew harder and longer under your ass, his hands were gripping your waist to steady not only you, but also himself.

oh, and he bet you were already so wet down there too.

you stared into each other's eyes, chests were rising and falling, both just breathing together.

he was looking up at you, then he gently grabbed the back of your head and crashed his lips onto yours to kiss you sloppily.

your first kiss with him.

messy, heated... he's pushing his tongue into your mouth desperately.

you whimpered, grinding harder against his cock, rolling your hips like your life depended on it.

ni-ki groaned into your mouth, his looking up at you, watching the faces you make while riding him on top. his hands were squeezing on your tits, then trailed down to grip your ass, pushing your body more down onto him.

your pleasure was building fast, burning hot in the pit of your stomach all because the friction was perfect—the fabric of your thin shorts rubbing against your soaked panties, his thick length pressing right into your clit, right where you needed it.

your movements turned frantic, your head was swinging in all direction while chasing your high that is already within reach. "oh, shit- ah-"

click. the light's turned on

"fuck-" you panicked, shoving him away, and he pushed you back.

you quickly hid. ni-ki sat up straight, grabbing a pillow and shoving it into his lap, covering the very obvious problem straining against his sweats.

both of you sat there, frozen.

"what are you two doing?" sunoo asked, standing there, still groggy, his lips forming a small pout. "i swear i heard..."

ni-ki rolled his eyes, cutting him off. "you're weird for even thinking about it, hyung…" he said, trying to gaslight his sunoo hyung.

sunoo squinted at him suspiciously.

"yeah, yeah, that's crazy…"

but shit- you can't stop cumming right under that blanket.

sunoo crossed his arms. "i'll tell the others tomorrow. you're so dead, y/n. especially you, ni-ki." he threatened and walked away, leaving the two of you even more frozen in place.

you sighed, cupping your blushing face and without another word, you got up and made your way to the kitchen, needing a drink of water... and probably a moment to process what just happened.

you can't blame sunoo, because even yourself, you can't believe you just did something like that either.

you can't believe you dry humped ni-ki, using him like that just so you can cum.

the realization was awful, heat started rushing to your cheeks even more as you gripped the glass in your hands.

it's too embarrassing to even think about going back. what would you even say to him? how would you face him?

but then a pair of arms wrapped around your waist from behind. ni-ki's warm lips pressed a kiss to your cheek.

"hentai."

you squeezed your eyes shut in pure embarrassment. "i'm so sorry…"

but it's okay, ni-ki always knew just how down bad you are for him.

you decided to go home after. ni-ki sat on the couch again after, running a hand through his hair, feeling his body still burning from everything that just happened.

he glanced down at his lap, his cock is still a bit hard but it was also painful because you already left, leaving him with the first worst case of blue balls in his life.

his mind flashed back to the way you were riding him... wishing you can come back and take responsibility for this.

everyone gathered in the living room the next morning, forming a very obvious intervention circle with ni-ki. he sat in the middle, arms crossed, his legs were spread out, looking all nonchalant.

sunoo had already spilled everything, being the absolute snitch. now ni-ki was being forced to sit through the most painful conversation of his life.

"ni-ki, as the youngest, you need to be responsible..."

"we know you have needs, but please be discreet..."

he sighed, nodding along, pretending to listen but their words were just coming in one ear and going straight out the other.

he wasn't trying to be disrespectful, but did they really think he wanted to be here, listening to a sex talk from his own members?

"and always remember, protection is key..."

"you don't wanna end up on some news-"

ni-ki nearly choked. "hyung, what?!"

jake shrugged. "there's also those shows where young couples get unexpected babies..."

jay nodded, completely serious.

sunghoon sighed dramatically. "imagine the headlines, man-"

jay smacked sunghoon on the arm, stopping him from making the talk serious. "bro-"

he doesn't wanna hear it, he loves them but hell no... they don't know any better? so as soon as he escaped to his room, he grabbed his phone to text you.

riki-san: they already talked to me :)

you stared at the message. a smiley face? okay… so it must've gone well. it's probably not that serious, right?

y/n: great…

riki-san: just great?

you groaned, scratching your head in stress and embarassment. "what does he want me to say?!"

then another message popped up before you could even think of a reply:

riki-san: can i come over to get the record?

a/n: back from the dead. read part two ;

masterlist:

taglist: @dolliewon @ziiao @17ericas

[isak-dot-gov]

Hi! Can you please do a Paige x reader wife wherein they had a fight in the morning just before Paige went off to training and the reader stays at home but was so upset that she decided to go out even though Paige told her to stay at home because they’re still new in the neighborhood and she might get lost. And can it be fluff please. Thank you so much!

Priorities

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Reader

Word count: 1331

My masterlist :)

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The early morning sunlight slanted through the kitchen windows, casting a soft glow over the empty coffee mugs and the half-opened box of cereal. You stood by the counter, arms tightly crossed over your chest, watching Paige as she rushed around the kitchen, her sneakers squeaking against the wooden floor as she fumbled with her duffel bag. She was trying to be quick, but it only made her seem more distant. The morning was supposed to be for the two of you—a long-awaited day off to explore the new neighbourhood, to finally feel like you were home after so many changes. But now, as you stared at her, you couldn’t help but feel that familiar sting of disappointment.

“So, that’s it? You’re really going to cancel our plans?” Your voice was sharper than you intended, but it was too late to reel it back in.

Paige froze for a second, her fingers pausing on the strap of her bag. She looked up at you, her expression a mix of apology and guilt, but the determination in her eyes never wavered. “I have to go, babe,” she said quietly. “Coach called last night. The team’s running plays today, and we’re already on a tight schedule. We have to get this right if we want to win the game this weekend.”

You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to stay calm, though it felt impossible. “And what about us?” You took a few steps closer, fighting the lump in your throat. “What about the day you promised we’d finally have? Just the two of us? You and me. No basketball, no practice, just… us, Paige. Do I really have to keep coming second to your career?”

Paige winced at your words, the hurt evident in the way her shoulders slumped. “That’s not fair, you know it,” she replied, voice low and strained. “You knew this wasn’t going to be easy when we moved here. I’m not doing this just for me; I’m doing it for the team, for the future. You know how much this means.”

“Do I?” You threw your hands up in frustration. “Because it feels like every time we make plans, I’m left holding the bag while you’re out on the court. I feel like I’m constantly sacrificing for your dream, but when do I get some of your time?”

Her face softened with regret, but she didn’t step closer. Instead, she moved to the door, her hand resting on the handle, her back to you. “Please stay home today. It could be dangerous out there, we're still new to the neighbourhood, and I don’t want you getting lost.”

You bit your lip, trying to hold back the surge of emotions threatening to overwhelm you. “I’ll be fine. I don’t need you to babysit me, Paige. I’m not asking for much. Just… us. But maybe that’s too much to ask for.” The words came out sharper than you intended, and you immediately regretted them, but it was too late.

Paige turned around, her eyes wide with a mixture of pain and frustration. “You’re right. I should’ve handled this better, but I’m doing my best. I want you here with me. I need to go, baby. I love you. Please don’t leave the house.”

The air between you felt suffocating. You wanted to forgive her, wanted to hold her and tell her everything would be okay. But instead, all you could do was look at her, the disappointment still lodged in your chest as you watched her walk out the front door.

You tried to stay in the house, you really did, but with the bitter taste your argument with Paige left in your mouth, and the lack of an entertaining activity you grabbed your jacket and walked out the door, not giving her instruction to you a second thought. As you stepped into the crisp morning air, the cold wind hitting your face was a welcome distraction. The streets were quiet, but the further you walked, the more distant you felt from Paige—and from everything you had hoped today would be.

You didn’t know how far you were walking, but with each step, your frustration seemed to dissipate. There was something soothing about the neighbourhood—the little details you had been meaning to explore but never found the time for. The small, tucked-away cafes. The vibrant murals on the walls. It was all new, but there was a sense of calm in the unfamiliarity.

You stopped at a café situated on the neighbourhood's park, ordering a cup of coffee, hoping it would settle the unease gnawing at you. As you sat by the window, watching people walk by, you pulled out your phone. A series of missed calls from Paige stared up at you. Each one felt like a reprimand, each one a silent plea for you to come back.

You slid your phone back into your pocket. You didn’t know if you were ready to face her yet. Maybe you needed more time, or maybe you just didn’t know how to process everything. The truth was, you didn’t want to be angry with her. You just felt… invisible. Like you were always expected to put her career first, but when did your needs ever come second?

The daylight faded as you wandered further, following the winding streets that seemed to go on forever. You had no idea how far you’d gone, or how long you’d been walking. The stress of the morning weighed on your shoulders, but now there was a creeping worry: you were lost. Really lost.

Your heart quickened, and a sudden wave of panic swept over you. You pulled out your phone again as you continued walking around in an attempt to find your way home, but this time, you stared at the map, trying to orient yourself. You didn’t recognize anything.

What if something happened? you thought.

Then your phone buzzed again. Paige.

You looked at the screen, your thumb hovering over the call. But you couldn’t bring yourself to answer. The guilt was almost suffocating, but the frustration still lingered.

As you took a deep breath, ready to try and figure out where you were, you heard the sound of footsteps approaching behind you. You turned, only to see Paige, her face flushed from running, her expression a mix of relief and concern.

“Baby?” Her voice cracked slightly as she hurried to you, her eyes scanning your face for any sign of distress. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you. I couldn’t get in touch with you, and I—I was so scared. I thought something happened to you.”

The moment she reached you, she didn’t wait for you to say anything. She pulled you into a tight hug, her arms wrapping around you as though she couldn’t stand the thought of letting you go. You stood there, stunned for a moment, your heart hammering in your chest, before you finally let go of the breath you didn’t realise you’d been holding.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. “I didn’t mean to worry you. I just needed to get away for a bit.”

Paige pulled back, cupping your face in her hands, her thumb brushing over the wetness on your cheeks. “No, I’m sorry. I should’ve listened to you. I didn’t mean to make you feel like you’re second place. You’re my everything.”

Your chest tightened at her words, the weight of the morning's argument finally breaking free. “I’m sorry, too. I shouldn’t have walked away like that. I just didn’t know how to handle it.”

She leaned in, brushing a soft kiss across your forehead. “Let’s go home,” she said, her voice steady and comforting.

With a final, lingering glance around the neighbourhood, you both turned and made your way back. As you walked side by side, you knew this wasn’t the end of your struggles. But it was a beginning—a promise that no matter how lost you got, you would always find your way back to each other.

[ducktoo]

Cold Food, Warm Heart

Kwon Eunbi x Reader

Note: waaaaa my first ever ult bias. I missed writing Eunbi fics sooo tyty

(IZ*ONE Eunbi is still in my heart 💙)

The first time Eunbi cancelled on you, it was easy to shrug off. Work comes first—it always has for her. She called you an hour before she was supposed to show up, apologizing profusely about an unscheduled meeting with her management team.

“Next time, I promise,” she’d said, her voice warm and familiar, the kind of voice that could melt even your worst frustrations.

You’d smiled, even though she couldn’t see it. “It’s fine, Eunbi. I get it. Don’t stress about it.”

And at the time, you had meant it. One canceled date wasn’t the end of the world. She was busy; she had responsibilities. You admired her drive, her passion for her work. It was one of the reasons you fell for her in the first place.

But then it happened again. And again.

Dinner plans were rescheduled. Weekend meetups turned into fleeting visits. Late-night calls were cut short because she was too tired to keep her eyes open. You stopped planning anything altogether because you knew there was always a chance she’d cancel.

It wasn’t that she didn’t care. You knew Eunbi loved you; she told you in every quick text, every kiss on the forehead before she rushed off to her next schedule. But the words were starting to feel hollow when her actions said otherwise.

You couldn’t even pinpoint when it started hurting so much—when the excuses and the apologies began to feel like cracks in the foundation of what you’d built together. Maybe it was the night you waited up for her, a plate of her favorite pasta going cold on the counter, only for her to text at 11 PM: Just got done. Heading home. Sorry.

Or maybe it was the day you saw her on TV, laughing and smiling during a variety show recording while you sat at home, wondering when she’d last laughed like that with you.

She wasn’t doing anything wrong. She was working hard, chasing her dreams, achieving things she’d always talked about. But somewhere along the way, you started feeling like a footnote in her life, an afterthought buried under schedules, photoshoots, and fan meetings.

You told yourself you’d wait it out, that things would get better once her workload lightened. But weeks turned into months, and the ache in your chest only grew.

By the time Saturday night rolled around, you were already bracing yourself. Eunbi had said she’d come over after work, but you weren’t holding your breath. You tried to distract yourself, cleaning the apartment, scrolling through your phone, turning the TV on and off. None of it worked.

Your phone buzzes on the coffee table, the name lighting up the screen like a beacon.

Eunbi.

For a second, you think about letting it go to voicemail, but it’s not a call. Just a text.

I’m on my way. See you soon!

it should have brought relief. Instead, it felt like a bandaid on a wound too deep to heal.

The thing is, it’s not that you don’t want to see her. You really want to see her.

It’s that every time you do, it feels like a reminder of how much you don’t deep down. Weeks turn into months, and the glimpses of her you get in person feel like water through your fingers—fleeting, impossible to hold onto.

You’re tired of pretending it doesn’t affect you.

The knock at the door snaps you out of your spiral. You rise slowly, dragging your feet toward the entrance. When you open it, she’s there, bundled in an oversized coat, her cheeks flushed from the cold. Her smile is dazzling as always, but instead of warming you, it feels like a spotlight, too bright to look at for long.

“Hi,” she says, stepping inside and shrugging off her coat. She’s carrying a bag, which she sets down by the door. “I brought food! And I got those cookies you love from the bakery near my shoot.”

You nod slightly, shutting the door behind her. “Thanks.”

She glances at you, her smile faltering for just a moment. “You okay? You look… tired.”

“Yeah, just tired,” you mutter, moving back to the couch and sitting down. She follows, sitting close enough that her knee brushes yours.

“You didn’t eat yet, did you?” she asks, rummaging through the bag. “I got your favourite. We can eat now if you’re hungry.”

“I’m fine…” You groaned, the annoyance oozed out more than you wanted.

The silence stretched between you, heavy and suffocating. Finally, she set the food down, turning to face you fully.

“Okay, what’s going on?” she asked, her tone firmer now. “You’ve been like this for weeks, and every time I ask, you just say you’re tired. I know there’s more to it, so talk to me.”

Her words should have been comforting, but they only made the knot in your chest tighten.

You hesitate, your eyes fixed on the floor. This is what you always do—swallow the words, bury the feelings, let them rot inside until they’re nothing but bitterness. But tonight, the weight of it is unbearable.

“I don’t know, Eunbi,” you say, your voice low, almost to yourself. “I don’t know if I’m…fine.”

She frowns, her hand resting lightly on your arm. “What’s wrong? Talk to me.”

You let out a sharp, bitter laugh, and her hand withdraws. “What’s wrong?” you repeat. “What isn’t? I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever. And when I do, it’s like you’re here, but not really here.”

Her brows knit together in confusion. “What are you talking about? I’m here now, aren’t I? I came straight from work—”

“That’s the problem!” you cut her off, your voice louder than you intended. You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. “You’re always coming straight from work, or going back to it. When was the last time you spent more than a couple of hours here? When was the last time we just… talked?”

“We’re talking now,” she says softly, but there’s a tremble in her voice. “I know I’ve been busy, but this is my job. This is what I’ve always wanted—”

“And what about what I want?!” you snap, your chest tightening with the weight of everything you’ve held back. “I want us, Eunbi. I want to feel like I’m a part of your life, not just some afterthought squeezed in between schedules.”

Her eyes widen, and for a moment, she looks like she’s about to cry. “You’re not an afterthought,” she says, her voice trembling. “You’re the most important person to me. You know that.”

“Do I?” The words tumble out before you can stop them. “Because it doesn’t feel like it. It feels like I’m competing with everyone else—your fans, your managers, your career….And I’m always losing.”

“That’s not fair,” she said softly, her brows furrowing. “You know how hard my career is—”

“Hard?” You laughed bitterly, shaking your head. “You know hard it is to just swallow it. I’ve been trying to be understanding, to support you, to tell myself it’s okay that I’m always second—no, third—to your career. But I’m not okay, Eunbi. I’m tired. I’m so damn tired.”

She stares at you, her mouth opening and closing like she’s searching for the right words. “I… I didn’t know you felt like this.”

“Of course, you didn’t,” you say bitterly. “Because I never say anything. I knew that before we start dating. I’ve been sitting here, telling myself it’s fine, that I should just support you no matter what."

Your knuckles turned white from the frustration. "Call me a hypocrite all you want, but I’m-“

You swallowed a sob. “I’m so tired of pretending I don’t feel like I’m slowly disappearing from your life.”

Her hands clench into fists on her lap, and tears well up in her eyes. “I’m trying,” she whispers. “I’m trying so hard to make this work. Do you think it’s easy for me? Do you think I don’t miss you every second I’m not here?”

“Then why does it feel like I’m the only one breaking under this?” Your voice cracks, and you hate the way it sounds—so raw, so vulnerable. “I don’t want to feel like this, but I don’t know how to stop.”

She reaches for you again, her fingers brushing yours, but you pull away, standing abruptly. “I can’t do this right now,” you say, your voice hollow. “I’m exhausted.”

“Wait,” she says, standing as well. “Please don’t shut me out. We can figure this out. Just… don’t walk away.”

But you’re already heading toward the bedroom. The weight in your chest feels cold and unbearable like the untouched food, and all you want is to escape it, even if just for a little while.

“I’m tired, Eunbi,” you say without turning back. “I need to sleep.”

The door closes behind you with a soft click, and the silence that follows is deafening. You collapse onto the bed, your body heavy with exhaustion and regret. As your eyes close, you think you can still hear her muffled sobs from the other room. But the pull of sleep is stronger, and soon, it drags you under, leaving the echoes of her voice behind.

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The sunlight streams through the cracks in your curtains, landing uninvited on your face. You blink awake, your body heavy with the lingering weight of last night’s exhaustion. It takes you a moment to remember why the air feels so suffocating, why your chest feels so hollow.

Then it hits you—her face, tear-streaked and trembling, her voice breaking as she begged you not to walk away.

You sit up slowly, rubbing a hand over your face. Guilt lingers like a bad taste in your mouth, but you push it aside as you swing your legs over the edge of the bed. The apartment is silent, eerily so, and for a moment, you wonder if she’s gone. When you open the door, your heart sinks.

She’s still here.

Eunbi is curled up on the couch, her body barely taking up half the space. Her coat is draped over her like a makeshift blanket, her head resting on a pillow she must’ve grabbed from the armrest. Her face is peaceful, but even in sleep, there’s a faint tension in her brow, as if her dreams haven’t quite let her escape the weight of last night.

You stand there for a moment, unsure of what to do. The sight of her like this tugs at something deep in your chest—a mix of guilt, sadness, and the faintest flicker of warmth. She stayed. Even after everything, she stayed.

The bag of food she brought is still on the coffee table, untouched. You glance at it, then back at her. The urge to do something—anything—gnaws at you, but you’re frozen in place, your feet rooted to the floor.

She stirs slightly, her brows furrowing as her eyes flutter open. For a second, she looks confused, her gaze darting around the room before landing on you.

“Hey,” she murmurs, her voice hoarse from sleep. She pushes herself up slowly, wincing as she stretches. “You’re up.”

You nod, unsure of what to say. The weight of last night’s words hangs heavy in the air between you.

“I… I was going to leave,” she says quietly, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of the coat. “But I thought—no, I hoped—you’d want to talk in the morning.”

Her eyes meet yours, searching for something—an answer, a sign, anything. You look away, your hands shoved deep into your pockets.

“I didn’t think you’d stay,” you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.

Her lips press into a thin line, and she nods slowly. “I thought about leaving. I didn’t want to make things harder for you. But I couldn’t just… walk away. Not like that.”

You let out a shaky breath, running a hand through your hair. “Eunbi, I…” The words catch in your throat. You don’t know where to start, how to untangle the mess of emotions swirling inside you.

“I’m sorry,” she says suddenly, cutting through the silence. Her voice trembles, and her hands curl into fists in her lap. “I’m sorry for making you feel like this. I didn’t realize how much I was hurting you. I thought—I thought I was doing enough just by showing up, but I wasn’t really here, was I?”

Her words hit you like a punch to the gut. You shake your head, swallowing hard. “It’s not just your fault. I should’ve said something sooner. I thought if I just kept quiet, it would be easier. For both of us.”

“But it wasn’t,” she says softly, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “And now it feels like I’ve ruined everything.”

“You haven’t,” you say quickly, the urgency in your voice surprising even yourself. “We’re not ruined, Eunbi. We're never ruined…."

You paused for a moment, scrambling your head to find the right word. "We’re just… stuck. I don’t know how to fix this, but I don’t want to lose you.”

Her gaze softens, and for the first time since last night, she smiles—a small, tentative thing, but it’s there. “I don’t want to lose you either.”

The two of you sit in silence for a moment, the tension in the room slowly giving way to something softer. It’s not perfect, but it’s a start.

“I’ll do better,” she says after a while. “I’ll make more time for us. Real time, not just whatever scraps I can manage between schedules. You deserve that much.”

You nod, the knot in your chest loosening slightly. “And I’ll be more honest. I’ll tell you when I’m struggling instead of bottling it up.”

She reaches out tentatively, her fingers brushing yours. This time, you don’t pull away.

“We’ll figure it out,” she says, her voice steady despite the tears slipping down her cheeks. “Together.”

You squeeze her hand lightly, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips. “Together.”

The silence stretches between you, but it’s no longer suffocating. Eunbi's hand lingers in yours for a moment longer before she pulls away, brushing the tears from her cheeks with the back of her hand.

“So…” she begins, her voice still a little shaky but carrying the tiniest hint of warmth, “should we eat? I mean, if the food’s still okay.”

Your gaze flickers to the bag on the coffee table, and your stomach gives a low, traitorous grumble. You hadn’t realized how hungry you were, the weight of last night masking everything else.

“Yeah,” you say, your voice soft but firm. “We should.”

She gives a small, tentative smile and gets up, grabbing the bag and bringing it to the dining table. You follow her, sitting across from her as she starts pulling out the containers.

“I got your favourite,” she says, a bit shyly now, as if unsure of how you’d react. “It’s probably not as good reheated, but…”

“It’s fine,” you cut in gently. “Thank you.”

She looks up at you, surprised, then nods. Carefully, she opens the containers, the familiar aroma wafting through the air. Your stomach growls again, louder this time, and she lets out a soft laugh.

“Guess we should hurry before you pass out from hunger,” she teases lightly, sliding a plate over to you.

You shake your head, but there’s a faint tug at the corner of your lips. It’s small, but it’s something.

As you eat in silence, the tension that had clung to every word between you starts to dissolve. The food isn’t perfect—slightly cold and a little soggy—but it’s enough.

You two could’ve microwaved it, but last night was too draining for it to think about the obvious.

She watches you carefully, taking small bites of her own meal. Every so often, your eyes meet, and she gives you a faint smile.

“You know,” she says softly, breaking the quiet, “this isn’t how I imagined last night going.”

You pause mid-bite, glancing up at her. ���Me neither.”

She lets out a breathy laugh, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “But… I’m glad we talked. Even if it hurt. I needed to hear it.”

You nod, chewing thoughtfully. “Me too.”

The weight in your chest feels lighter now, not gone but manageable. The food, her presence, the fragile understanding between you—it’s not a solution, but it’s a start.

As the last of the food disappears from the plates, she leans back in her chair, stretching her arms above her head. “Okay,” she says with a mock groan, “I think I’m officially in a food coma.”

You glance at her, the faintest hint of a smile crossing your face. “That’s what happens when you bring too much.”

She sticks her tongue out at you, the playfulness in her expression making her look years younger. For a moment, it’s almost like nothing’s changed.

“Thank you,” you say quietly, your eyes meeting hers.

“For…what?”

“For staying.”

Her smile softens, and she reaches across the table, her fingers brushing yours again. “I’ll always stay.”

The warmth of her words settles over you, filling the cracks that had formed over time. You don’t know what the future will bring, but for now, this is enough.

[im4rmy]

your first time together - jeno (idol AU)

IMAGINE: You have dinner together after work like always, but maybe tonight you’ve had a little too much wine—because everything feels so easy, so relaxed…

TW: very sweet sex, virgin!girl, MDNI

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• You and Jeno are still sitting at your kitchen island, even though both your plates and glasses have long been emptied. Your cheeks are flushed, and his eyes are glassy, thanks to that bottle of red you two polished off without even noticing. Now you're both talking about absolutely nothing, giggling like fools, wrapped in the warm, fizzy haze that only a good buzz can create.

• You haven’t made things official yet—not really. The two of you don’t get to see each other that often, just when your schedules happen to line up… which usually means evenings, and only if you’re not too exhausted. And with college and work pulling you in every direction, this is your first real relationship. You’re still a virgin. Jeno knows that being in a relationship wasn’t exactly part of your plan, and he’s okay with taking things slow. Still—you're the best part of his day. Your presence is such a comfort to him that, for a while, he tried convincing himself he just liked you as a friend. But after that first kiss, he stopped lying to himself.

• “Don’t look at me like that, Jeno Lee.”

“Like what?”

You smile and cup his face in your hands. “You’re so pretty.”

His gaze drops to your lips. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

A rush of butterflies explodes in your stomach, and you lean in for a kiss—but one isn’t nearly enough for him. Jeno slides a hand around your neck, keeping you close, deepening the kiss. He groans when your tongue finds his, and your hands instinctively reach for his broad shoulders, feeling the tension melt from his muscles under your gentle touch.

• In between kisses, Jeno whispers, “Can I have you closer?”

You don’t hesitate. You shift onto his lap, resuming your fiery make-out session. His hand settles at your waist, taking in the softness of your curves. Just touching you like this sends that familiar, aching knot into his stomach—he wants more. Trusting your instincts, you begin pressing wet kisses along his jaw, then down his neck, making his brain go fuzzy. When you finally pull back, he opens his eyes and looks at you, his hands still firm on your hips. You relax into his hold and peel off your sweatshirt.

• He takes his time, eyes tracing every inch of your newly revealed skin like he’s memorizing it. When he buries his face between your breasts, you swear you can almost hear him cry.

“Oh my God.”

You laugh, stroking his hair. “You okay?”

“No. I need a second to calm down.”

“Why’s that?”

He glances up from what has clearly become his new favorite place, and you catch the tremble in his pupils. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, but I think I’m about to—” He cuts off, and you feel him suddenly harden beneath your ass.

Jeno lets out a flustered sigh and moves to pull away, but you stop him with a reassuring smile.

“It’s okay… we can keep going.”

He looks at you like you just offered him a treat he’s been dreaming of. “Really? Are you sure?”

You nod. “But—this is my first time,” you admit.

His eyes widen briefly, but then you help him tug off his black T-shirt, and he swallows hard, nervously.

• You kiss him again, and he stands, lifting you easily by the thighs as your hands explore the bare muscles of his torso. He carries you to your bedroom and lays you down gently, never breaking eye contact, always checking in—finding your gaze relaxed and teasing each time.

“We can stop whenever, okay? Promise me you’ll tell me.”

“Okay.”

He smiles and begins undressing you with deliberate care—but God, your body is so distracting. When you’re finally bare beneath him, Jeno kisses your neck, and then you feel his hand caressing between your legs. The moment he really starts touching your core, your whole body responds, loosening beneath his fingers.

• “Jeno—”

He stops instantly.

“I want to feel you… properly.”

He smiles as you blush, nodding while slipping out of his jeans and boxers. When your bodies finally align, you let yourself savor every second of your first time together, because he never stops making sure you’re okay. Every touch, every motion, is focused on you—on your pleasure. And when you both finally come undone, he rolls onto his back and pulls you onto his chest, his fingers softly stroking the bare skin of your back.

“You okay, baby?”

“More than okay.”

• Jeno has to admit it—he can’t wait to get to know you even more. He wants to learn every little thing about you, piece by piece, because you… you’re on a whole other level.

“Can you be mine? Please?”

You giggle and press a soft kiss to his chest. “Being yours means I’d get to have all of you for myself… sounds perfect.”

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other jeno's chapters:

bf!jeno scenario

jeno - when you first met

jeno - your first time together ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ you're here!

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your contact names in each other's phone

his favourite part of your body

when he hurts you during sex by accident

when he comes back from tour

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[gayczennie]

Marked Up

Taeyong x Male reader

Summary: Anonymous ask where Taeyong and btm male reader are both leaders of nct and while doing the 24hr relay cam, fans see hickies on both of them. Flashback scene where they were getting heated in the living room and Johnny walks in on them during his own relay cam.

Warnings: NSFW, hickies, slight exhibitionism, bottom reader, general gay smut 🤷‍♂️

1:00 PM

“Hi Czennies! It’s my turn for the relay cam! The time is 1:00 right now.” Taeyong waves at the camera with a big grin on his face. Panning the camera over, he introduces his guest. “I know you don’t get to see y/nie and me together much since he’s usually busy leading his group, but he’s here today to keep me company while I work on some lyrics.”

“Hi guys. Taeyong isn’t gonna be talking much since he’s busy working on his music, so I’ll show you my outfit while he works.” Y/n takes the camera from Taeyong for the moment and sets it up far enough back to show off his entire outfit. “Today I’m wearing a comfy outfit since I have a break from schedules. I’m wearing my favorite jeans today and a hoodie for a boyfriend look since czennies always like that vibe the best. And czennies told me I look good when I wear my glasses, so I’m wearing that too. Oh and of course I’m wearing my friendship necklace with Taeyong like always! You can’t really see it under my hoodie though sorry guys.” Y/n has his hood on covering up the entirety of his neck. Unbeknownst to czennies, this was an intentional choice to hide the hickies Taeyong had left behind this morning. Taeyong pipes up from behind him “We should show czennie our necklaces together! I’m wearing mine right now too.”

Y/n freezes. “They’ve seen it before Hyung, I don’t think it will be interesting.” Something lights up in Taeyong when he realizes why y/n is hestitating to show the necklace. “Come here y/n, I wanna show them again anyway!” He reaches out and grabs y/n’s wrist yanking him over to the couch where he’s perched, causing y/n to fall into Taeyong’s lap. “Hyung wait!” he yells desperately trying to get out of Taeyong’s firm grasp. Taeyong reaches to unzip the hoodie and tease the younger member. His plan was to unzip it just enough to pull out the necklace without revealing anything else, but he doesn’t plan for the way y/n jerks away from him. Shit. The zipper stops well below y/n’s chest revealing the dark mark he left earlier. Not only that, but his twisting around in Taeyong’s lap caused his hoodie to ride up high enough to show the many many marks scattered across his abdomen. Y/n rolls off the couch at lighting speed and zips his hoodie back up and immediately starts forcing a laugh in the hopes that he can cover up the awkward moment. Taeyong follows suit and laughs at y/n, exclaiming “You’re so dramatic y/n, I was just trying to show them your necklace!” The pair is quick to move on with the video like normal and they pray the moment was quick enough that the camera didn’t actually capture anything.

2:05 PM

Y/n is curled up in Taeyong’s lap again soon after their relay cam together is posted to youtube. Both of them are extremely anxious to see if their mishap was noticeable at all. “Taeyong skip ahead! Faster!” It’s takes everything in him not to snatch the phone out of Tae’s hands and skip ahead himself. “Wait there! stop there! That’s when it happened.” The pair leans in close and watches intently sighing a breath of relief soon after when they see that the moment was extremely brief and they did a good job moving on like normal. “See? I bet they didn’t think anything of it y/n. It just looks like you got embarrassed because you fell into my lap and that’s all.” Y/n feels a little less sure than Taeyong though knowing how closely fans tend to watch and analyze their content. “Let’s look at the comments just to be sure.”

Scrolling through, most of the comments look normal. All saying things like:

“Taeyong is such a hard worker writing music even on his day off”

“It’s so rare to see our two leaders together!”

etc. Until one comment catches y/n’s eyes.

“Did anyone notice the bruise on y/n’s neck when he fell of the couch?”

the comment is quickly getting a lot of replies.

“omg it looks like a hickey!”

“no I bet SM is mistreating him, there seem to be more bruises all over his stomach too if you look closely”

“guys I put it in .5 speed and I noticed there’s a bruise on Taeyong too”

“Oh my god! Right after that weird Johnny relay cam too. What do you think they were doing 👀”

“Everyone be quiet. We shouldn’t speculate about these things”

“Guess they’re not really “friendship” necklaces guys”

Fuck. This might actually be a problem.

10:00 am (flashback scene ~ NSFW plot begins here)

“Fuck! Don’t stop Hyung!” y/n whines out as Taeyong bites down on his neck. Taeyong giggles at y/n being so needy. He wasn’t planning on getting freaky so early in the day, especially out in the open like this… but he couldn’t help but suck another mark into y/n’s neck when he heard how desperate the younger member sounded underneath him. It had started off innocent enough with the two of them cuddling on the living room couch watching a movie together while they waited their turn for the relay cam. Y/n had started it actually. Eager to finally spend some quality time with his favorite person on his day off, he’d began kissing Taeyong. Taeyong’s lips were soft and tasted sweet from the lip balm he’d applied first thing this morning. Y/n could never get sick of the feeling of kissing Taeyong, his beautiful, talented, sexy boyfriend. God, he loved this man to death.

Eventually growing impatient, he began sucking on Taeyong’s collarbone hoping to send Taeyong a silent message. It wasn’t long at all before Taeyong grabbed y/n’s waist and had him flipped on his back so he could hover over him to return the favor and suck some marks of his own into y/n’s neck. His lips began trailing lower and lower until he was sucking and biting down on y/n’s abs earning heavy breathing from him. “You want to keep going pretty boy? Johnny should be at the gym for a while longer with his relay cam.”

“Yes please” moans out y/n. He can feel Taeyong’s member jump as it’s pressed against his thigh. It’s no surprise y/n’s own dick grows hard at the sight of his boyfriend hovering over him looking eager as ever to fuck him right then and there in the living room. “Your wish is my command” he says, pressing another deep passionate kiss into y/n’s lips. He then replaces his lips with a finger, telling y/n to suck on it. “Let’s loosen you up” he whispers, moving his finger down toward y/n’s center—until the door swings open loudly.

“Aright made it back home czennie! I can’t believe I forgot my gym bag!” Both of them panic hearing his footsteps get closer. “Shit!” Taeyong grabs the closest throw blanket off the back of the couch and yanks it across their bodies hastily. “Oh hey guys! I didn’t think you’d be up yet. I forgot my bag” Johnny says, walking into the living room. “Everyone say h-” Johnny pauses his movement taking in the sight of the two boys in front of him, eyes darting to the way y/n’s chest is heaving up and down and then to the marks on both of their necks. “Um actually, I think y/n is still sleeping, so I’ll just let you guys see Taeyong and y/n later during their relay cam. I uh… think it’s at one. Let’s head back to the gym” He says blushing like crazy with embarassement. Taeyong mouths out thank you and Johnny turns and walks out as fast as he can.

“Um. Let’s move to your bedroom please?”

“Yeah… sorry y/n” Taeyong blushed.

The end.

ps. sorry the story kind of ends abruptly. I wrote this in a rush as per usual, and decided to just keep this one kind of short. Let me know if you guys would be interested in a part two or if you have any ideas! Thanks for reading :)

[gyllenhaalstuff]

Thigh riding blurb -

(Jake Gyllenhaal)

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Summary: You sit on Jake’s lap waiting for him to finish work. But it quickly turns into something more.

Warnings: Thigh riding (obv), kinda fluffy, “my girl”

Word count: 670 ish

Notes: This is super short, basically just a blurb. If ppl like it I’ll do a second part.

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Jake’s eyes had been staring at the computer screen for what felt like hours. Answering emails about production plans and budget and things that’d probably never really make sense to you. 

You walked up to him and snaked your arms around his shoulders. “Sorry pretty, I’ll be with you soon”, he mumbled, not looking away from the screen. You huffed, showing your dissatisfaction. “But I miss you.” Jake looked up at your disappointed expression, his puppy eyes displaying how sorry he was. 

“You can sit with me while I work?” he suggested, not wanting you to feel lonely. You walked around and sat down on his thigh, nuzzling your face into his neck and wrapping your arms around him. You inhaled the scent of his perfume that sat behind his ear, humming happily. 

His eyes darted back and forth on his screen, he wanted to get done with this just as much as you did. He grew restless and, unconsciously, began shaking one of his leg up and down. As he often did when stressed or bored.

You quickly bit your tongue. Oh. His jean-clad thigh kept bumping against you. His busy schedule had left your needs neglected for the past few days, and it didn’t take long for you to grow a second pulse. You debated whether to say something or just stay quiet, though the decision turned out to be neither, as a quiet, weak moan slipped your lips. Jake stopped his movements and turned his neck to look at you. “What was that?” Though, he probably didn’t need to ask, judging by his shit-eating grin, as if he had never left puberty. You didn’t respond, you didn’t need to. You just sheepishly looked down, trying not to smile at his excited reaction. 

He leaned back in his chair to look at you better. “Hm? Did that feel good?” he asked and grabbed your hips, rolling you on his thigh. You inhaled sharply at the feeling. “Thought you had work?” you said as you kept rocking against him. The rough material of his jeans moved deliciously against your clothed clit. “Well, you distracted me,” he pointed out, rubbing circles on your hip with his calloused thumb. “Let’s make a deal, I know I’ve been busy lately. If you’re good, and don’t come before I’m finished answering this message, I’ll reward you. Yeah?” You nodded eagerly just hearing that last part. 

Jake looked back at his laptop and continued right where he left off, though his breathing was more strained than it was two minutes ago. You continued grinding down on him, sensitivity rising with each move. You hugged him tightly and focused all your power on not coming and ruining the deal you set up. The dark denim was now marked by a wet spot, a testament to your need. 

When his leg began bumping again your breath got caught in your throat, and you just knew he was smiling as smugly as ever. You bit down on his tshirt to keep yourself focused, letting your nails dig moon crescent marks into his shoulders. The angle of your hips had his thigh vibrating against your clit. “I can’t” you mumbled. Jake shushed you, typed his last words before wrapping his arms around you. One of his hands rested on your lower back, gently pushing you forward and encouraging you to fuck yourself on him.  

“It’s alright baby, I’m with you,” he shushed you and pulled your head up. “That’s it” he spurred you on. “Make a mess on me.” Your thighs clenched around his as your orgasm came shattering. You whimpered and whined as it hit you, while Jake stroked your back as it quickly rose and fell. 

Jake pulled you in, kissed you, before mumbling against your red-bitten lips, “did so good,” another kiss. Your body leaned against his, and you could feel his erection straining hard against his jeans. “Let me take care of my girl now.”

[fakeboymuttt]

I made a gofundme for my top surgery. All of my friends, especially my trans friends, donate a lot, very quickly. I hit my goal in no time, and we plan a party a few months out for after I recover to celebrate. Just a few days before my surgery is scheduled, though, I get a call from insurance that they are no longer covering the surgery. It's significantly more expensive than I planned for, and the money isn't enough to cover it. I'm heartbroken and dysphoric, and I decide to keep the party date so my friends can come support me and cheer me up. When it comes around, it starts out a great night. We have dinner, and wine. We all sit around joking and laughing, with more wine. I'm more than a little tipsy when I move to a group of my trans friends sitting in the living room. I try to sit down next to one of them, but as I sit, their hands pull me into their lap. I don't have time to ask what's happening before their hands move to my chest, groping me over my binder. "What the fuck? Stop!" I yell out. She covers my mouth with one hand and roughly gropes me with the other, hard enough I think she might leave bruises in the shape of her fingers. "We've been talking.. and I think you fucking owe us. " She forces her hand under my binder. "I mean, I donated 300 fucking dollars to that, and what, now you're keeping them? At least they should go to some good use." I shake my head with tears in my eyes, trying to explain with her hand still muffling me. I can't say anything but begs and pleas to stop while she pulls and twists on my nipples and gropes my tits. "What do you guys think?" She asks to my friends gathered and watching. All of them nod and murmur in agreement. She hikes my shirt and my binder up over my chest and over my head to cover my face, exposing my tits to the open air. Another person nearby on the couch starts to grope my other breast, and I hear some people starting to shuffle in from the other room. My friend holding me in her lap shifts, and I can suffenly feel her bulge against my ass. She spreads my legs apart roughly and starts to unbutton my pants. I'm helpless to stop her as more hands descend upon my body, groping, pinching, grabbing, slapping. My pants are dragged down to below my ass, just enough to give her access to my cunt. "I think, if you keep them, you should at least use them once, you know, the way they're meant to be used" She dips two fingers into my pussy roughly and circles my tdick with my wetness. "We all thought you'd be a cute mom". She pulls her cock out of her pants and lets it rest against my stomach. I feel the tip, all the way at my belly button, already leaking precum. She picks me up and sits me back down on it, impaling me on it. Slowly, sinkingly, achingly, every inch of it fills me. She rubs my clit as all of my so called friends slap and grip my whole body. My pussy aches and burns, all of my skin feels raw at this point, and then she starts to thrust up into me. Roughly, with her hands holding my hips down in place so her head is painfully prodding at my cervix. She pushes me down on her whole length one last time when it throbs, and I feel it fill my cunt with her cum. And then, she stops moving. Impaled on her cock, I wait helpless while my sore tits are grabbed and my tdick is lazily flicked around, while she plugs her own cum deep inside me. A few minutes pass before she looks around at my full party and asks "Anyone else want her?"

[nameless-jamie]

Hi, I absolutely love your writing! PA series is my absolute favourite! Would you consider writing about Y/N who's struggled with anxiety her entire life? Maybe Jamie comforts her during a stresfull situation or she helps him deal with his own anxiety?

Steady Hands

Masterlist

Jamie Tartt x fem! PA reader

TW: cursing, angst, anxiety

A/N: Thank you for the request! Let's explore a different side of Y/N! Btw this is just an in-between chapter not relevant to the timeline!

The most challenging things for Y/N to do as Jamie Tartt's assistant were his ever-changing schedule, his tendency to forget important appointments, and his occasional moments of existential dread when he thought too hard about his legacy. Y/N was usually Jamie's rock, there to comfort him and care for him...

So it was rather unusual when Jamie had to comfort her.

But life had a funny way of flipping things on their head.

Y/N had always been good at keeping things together. She had to be. Anxiety wasn’t something she could just turn off, but she’d gotten good at managing it—breathing exercises, staying organized, making lists. Keeping herself busy helped.

And working for Jamie? That definitely kept her busy.

But today, no amount of planning or deep breathing could stop the weight pressing on her chest, the way her hands trembled at her sides.

It had started with a simple mistake. One email. A scheduling error. A time slot mix-up that meant Jamie had been double-booked for an interview and a sponsorship meeting.

She’d caught it too late. The PR team was annoyed. The sponsors were furious at her. And even though Jamie himself had just shrugged and said, “S’alright, babe. We’ll just move one of ‘em, yeah?” she couldn’t stop the overwhelming guilt flooding her.

She should have caught it earlier. She should have double-checked. She should have—

“Oi.”

A voice pulled her from her spiral, and suddenly Jamie was in front of her, brow furrowed in concern.

She must have zoned out, standing frozen in the hallway outside Rebecca’s office.

His voice was softer this time. “You alright, love?”

Y/N swallowed, forcing a nod. “Yeah. Just—long day.”

Jamie didn’t look convinced. His gaze flickered to her hands—still trembling slightly, even as she tried to hide them in her pockets.

And Jamie—who was normally all charm and banter, all teasing remarks and cheeky grins—just watched her for a moment, quiet and assessing.

Then, without a word, he reached out and took her hand.

Not in the usual Jamie way, either. Not the casual, half-distracted way he sometimes grabbed her wrist to pull her toward a meeting, or the playful handshake they always did after a good game.

This was different.

His fingers curled around hers, steady and warm, grounding her.

“C’mere,” he murmured, tugging her toward the empty boot room just off the hallway.

The door shut behind them, muffling the noise of the club.

Jamie didn’t let go.

“You’re freakin’ out, love,” he said simply. Not a question—just a fact.

Y/N let out a short, humorless laugh. “You don’t have to sugarcoat it.”

Jamie tilted his head, watching her. “Ain’t sugarcoatin’ it. Just sayin’—you’re freakin’ out. And you don’t need to.”

Her breath hitched slightly. “Jamie, I fucking messed up. That’s—”

“So?” Jamie cut in, voice easy. “People mess up all the time.”

She shook her head, looking away. “Not me. I can’t mess up.”

Jamie frowned. “Why not?”

“Because.” Her voice was too sharp, too fast. She took a shaky breath. “Because if I mess up, it means I’m not good enough. And if I’m not good enough, then—”

She stopped herself.

Jamie was still holding her hand, standing right in front of her. Still watching her, his expression unreadable.

Then, quietly he says:

“That’s bollocks, you know.”

Y/N blinked. “What?”

He huffed a soft laugh, shaking his head. “All that shit you just said. Bollocks. You do get to mess up, Y/N. Doesn’t mean you ain’t good enough. Just means you’re human.”

She let out a shaky breath. “Jamie—”

“Look.” He squeezed her hand, firm and steady. “I forget shit all the time. I mess up interviews, I miss appointments—you’re literally paid to fix my fuck-ups. And you do. Every time.”

She let out a small, reluctant laugh.

Jamie grinned and softly caressed her smiling cheeks. “There she is. There's my girl.”

The weight in her chest eased just a little.

Jamie’s grin softened. “You’re fuckin’ brilliant, alright? One little mistake don’t change that.”

She exhaled, shoulders loosening. “You’re… actually kind of good at this.”

Jamie smirked. “Course I am. Y’think I don’t know what it’s like?”

She frowned slightly. “What do you mean?”

Jamie hesitated. Just for a second.

Then, with a small shrug.

“I get in my head sometimes too, yeah? Before big matches. When I’m knackered and feel like I ain’t doin’ enough. I start thinkin’—what if I fuck up? What if I lose? What if I ain’t good enough?”

Y/N stared at him. She’d never heard him say anything like that before.

Jamie scratched the back of his neck. “Dunno. Just—sometimes it helps when someone reminds me it’s all in my head.”

Y/N’s chest ached.

She squeezed his hand. “Jamie.”

He met her eyes.

“I don’t think I’ve ever told you this,” she said softly, ��but you’re one of the strongest people I know.”

Jamie blinked, looking genuinely taken aback. “Oh.”

A slow smile spread across his face. “Well. You ain’t so bad yourself.”

Y/N huffed a laugh.

Jamie squeezed her hand one last time before letting go.

“Right,” he said, stretching his arms over his head. “Now, d’you wanna get outta here? Go get some food or summat? Reckon you need a break.”

Y/N hesitated. “Jamie, I still have work to—”

“Oi. Shut up.” Jamie poked her cheek. “S’not a request. We’re goin’.”

She laughed, shaking her head. “Oh my god, I hate you.”

Jamie grinned. “Yeah, yeah. Liar, you fucking love me.”

She might really fucking do...

[4ragon]

Fic request: new relationship narumitsu, miles and phoenix have just begun living together and miles is reveling in it. Preferably miles pov!

IIIIIIII already got a bit off topic on this prompt but I hope you still like it.

It’s a strange day when Phoenix Wright wakes up first. At least, that’s Miles’s first thought upon opening his eyes to discover the bed empty.

He blinked slowly, rubbing an eye with a thumb as he squinted around the room. Even without his glasses it was clear he was alone, with nary a spike in sight. And, yes, even feeling Phoenix’s side of the bed (Phoenix’s side! What a thought.) the sheets had gone cold.

With a disgruntled grumble, Miles began feeling for his glasses on the bedside table.

It had been a month, so far. A month of their new home. A month of good night kisses, of waking in a tangle of limbs. Which, well, not that Miles exactly enjoyed new things. He was a creature of habit. He liked having his day planned out in advance, of knowing what each day would bring, no surprises.

…which of course begged the question of how he let Phoenix Wright into his life, but, well, now was not the time to think about that. Now was the time to become annoyed. 

After all, he’d already worked Phoenix Wright into his schedule, his morning routine. He’d worked hard to fit Phoenix into his daily habits. One: Wake up and pry the man off of him. (This of course adds five minutes to his usual schedule). Two: Feed Pess and let her out into the backyard to relieve herself. Three: Get the bathroom to himself (he had to time this perfectly. They’d had to work incredibly hard to find a bathroom schedule that got him, Phoenix and Trucy enough time to prepare.) Four: Dress, and then ply Phoenix with kisses until he agrees to move. (Another five minutes to his schedule. Phoenix was lucky Miles made time for him.)

It was precise. It was perfect. And now it was ruined.

Miles stepped out into the hallway and was immediately accosted with the smell of frying cholesterol. He blinked, brows drawing together as he glanced around. No one in sight. Even Pess’s dog bed was notably empty.

But when he stepped into the kitchen, everything was made abundantly clear.

“Alright, just one more,” Phoenix grumbled, tearing a piece of bacon off for a trembling Pess. “But we do not tell anyone about this, got it?”

“Wright!”

“ACK!” Phoenix jumped, the rest of the bacon slipping from his grasp and promptly disappearing in a flash of white fur and teeth.

“What on earth are you doing?” Miles asked, arms crossed as Phoenix looked over sheepishly.

“Morning, Miles,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “You’re up early.”

“I’m up early?! I am up at my usual time, thank you very much.”

“...Ah,” said Phoenix, looking toward the clock. “So you are.”

A huff. “Really, Wright, what are you doing attempting to clog my dog’s arteries at six thirty in the—”

“Happy Valentine’s Day.”

“Hmm?” And there was a plate being shoved into his hands.

“Here,” Phoenix said. “It’s not much, I, uh, okay I kind of forgot this was coming up, but I had enough to sort of scrounge up something edible. Though don’t judge me on the pancakes, I was trying to make hearts.”

He stared down at the plate. Some misshapen pancakes and bacon stared back. “...Wright…”

“Can you please call me Phoenix?” Phoenix groaned back. “We’re dating, remember? Or did you forget?”

“Forg—That—I—Excuse me?!”

Phoenix laughed. “Don’t look so offended,” he snorted, leaning over and pressing a kiss against the corner of his mouth. “Anyway, can you pull out the spray butter and some forks? I forgot.”

Miles glanced down at the plate again. There was something warm in his chest, something fond and exasperated all at once. Only Phoenix Wright could make a break in routine sound so…nice. A small smile tugged at his lips.

“Fine. But we are using real butter, not that monstrosity you keep buying from the store.”

“Miles,” Phoenix groaned.

“Phoenix,” Miles replied, grabbing a stick of butter from the fridge and slipping off toward the kitchen table.

[simplydozing]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐚𝐥

Cardinal Copia x pregnant!reader You and Copia have overcome some of the hardships thrown at you by the Clergy, mainly the tour schedule keeping you both apart. Regardless, you manage to plan a visit, and you organize a little surprise that you know for sure will be the revelation of a lifetime. However, that's not the only thing that will leave him astonished. It just might astonish you, too. Part 2 Word Count: 2202 || Ao3

ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ Mia Amata = My love Mia Stellina = My Little Star Sono Sempre Con Te = I Am Always With You/I'm With You Always (Poorly translated/partial google translate)

Here you are, standing on the balcony watching down at your husband. A hand softly caresses your growing bump.

Copia was so over the moon the day you found out you were pregnant.

 You had your doubts, but it made your heart swell when he made sure you knew he saw this as more than just an heir to the Emeritus line.

 He tried to be as supportive as he could throughout your pregnancy, but the events with the Clergy made it to where he couldn’t spend these first few moments with you.

 Ironically enough, they’ve given him hell about pushing another tour.

 He fought, fought hard with no holds barred. He explained multiple times that if they could hold and wait until the child arrived, that he’d be able to perform better.

 They saw otherwise, however.

 And he was beyond furious when he found out they scheduled him behind his back.

 All that fighting he did ended up for waste beneath their feet. He let Sister Imperator have it, cursing the situation he was thrown into. But she couldn’t do anything about it. It was “out of her hands.”

 And that blinding rage converted to fear and guilt when he had to tell you the plans that were bestowed to him.

He came to you in tears, spewing apologies about the whole ordeal. His anxieties came crashing through in waves. There was one problem on top of another, on top of another.

 You understood, however. You knew how uptight the church is and how strict their rules were. More importantly, you knew that if it were up to him, he’d step down and retire the title of “Papa” altogether if it meant being with you and his little one. But you also knew the consequences if he were to quit. You both did. And that was something he absolutely could not do.

 This was his ultimatum.

 You were officially five weeks in when it was time for him to depart. And by the gracious power of Lucifer, this tour would last for the span of a few months.

 He was still very reluctant about leaving, but you kept reassuring him that you were just in the early stages and that you could handle yourself.

 He kept in touch with you, asking how everything is and how you're doing. You would give him updates and send pictures each week.

But he was left with nothing these past couple of weeks. He's asked multiple times if you were okay and if something was wrong. You felt bad, knowing he was worried sick about you and the baby, but you knew it would be worth it in the end.

Looking back on it now makes you think this was the right move, though. How else were you to surprise him?

You are currently twenty weeks along, and you learned about the gender last week.

Your plan had officially gone into effect when the next show was closer to home. Hopefully Copia wouldn’t be too upset since he advised you against visiting him at any point. 

You pulled some strings and you asked around. You had the special effects technicians slide a little something in. Everyone worked together. They were more than happy to help, which you couldn't be more thankful for. It was their idea to have you stay on the balcony instead of backstage, that way you could see his reaction to it all.

 You'll have to do something special for them soon.

Excitement bubbled in you once the concert was coming to a close.

He was finishing up his encore, ending it with the one song people all over the world came to love, Mary On A Cross .

This song felt special to you, despite being aware of the origins of it. Part of you believes he sings it for you.

 The song ends with him giving a final pose. The crowd erupts with cheers and shrieking exhilaration.

A couple of smoke canons explode, and then it happens.

You lean over the railing to get a better view of his actions.

The confetti drops.

Pieces of pink and silver scatter the stage. Copia is visibly confused, looking around and asking his ghouls what this was. They play along, some tilting their heads while the others shrug. You could hear sparse laughter from the audience when he picks some up to toss it back in the air and stomp around in frustration.

 You couldn’t help but let out a chuckle of your own.

“Alrighty, Lil’ C. Ready to go?”

 You look to see a stage guard, his heavy accent startling you a bit.

You take one more shot at the stage. Seeing him give the final bow is your cue to go.

You nod. He offers his arm for you to take and helps escort you to where Copia would be.

 It’s a lengthy walk, but it’s nothing you can’t bear. You secretly appreciate the man’s assistance. He unlinks from you when you come across a door and motions for you to stand behind him.  

“Ey, bigshot! We got a visitor!” Your heart pounds as heavy as this guy’s knocking.

The weighted door is thrown open with such a force that it made it seem it wasn’t made of metal.

“What?! Who is it? Tell them I’m not doing ‘meet and greets!’ I’m in the middle of something here!”

He spits daggers, and the guard rolls his eyes.

Gosh, how you missed hearing his voice up close like this.

“Look, it’s someone who really wants to meet you,” he steps to the side, allowing you to reveal yourself. “A big fan of yours, I’d imagine.”

You take a step forward, further exposing yourself. It’s quite humorous how quick Copia changes his demeanor upon seeing you.

“Mia amata!”

He rushes into your arms and holds you tightly, savoring you.

His lips mash against the top of your head while taking in your scent. He can’t believe you’re here, right here. Right now.

The rhythm of his heartbeat syncs with yours, coming together in a yearning symphony. You both stay embraced like this before he remembers the condition you're in, and he disentangles from you.

“I thought I told you not to strain yourself coming to see me,” you give a brief sigh of amusement at his fretting. He grimaced at this, visibly restricting himself to press you further.

“Well, we couldn't wait to see you,” your hand skims along the curve which proudly shows how far you’ve progressed. His gaze softens when he looks down at your figure.

 He observes the way you light up when you feel yourself. Something in the back of his mind wants to chastise you for not telling him what was going on these past few weeks, but it all washes away when you’re glowing right in front of him.

Lucifer, what did he do to deserve you?

“Oh! And er…” You turn to the guard that was accompanying you. You extended your hand with a sheepish grin, forgetting that he was still in this spot with you both.

“Micah, it's Micah,” he takes it and gives a small peck to the back of it.

“Thank you, Micah, for all that you do,” your eyes shone with utmost gratitude.

“Anytime, Lil’ C.” He makes his way out of the scene.

Copia waits until he knows for certain he’s gone before muttering a dense threat. “He’s getting fired before the night ends.”

“Jealous, are we?” You snickered. “No, no! Just, cautious–”

He guides you by the arm inside the backstage area. “Cee, darling, you don’t have to worry. They respect you too much to try anything,” you give his arm a light-hearted pat.

“.....I hope so,” he isn’t too convinced, but he’ll get over it eventually.

 He sets you down on this beautifully crafted chaise lounge and takes his spot next to you. It’s decked out with red padded velvet and gold incisions. It looks to be hand-carved and varnished. It’s weirdly comfortable. Or maybe it’s your body thanking you for a break from being on your feet for so long.

You exhale in relief, the ache dulling in your legs.

  “A-Are you alright? Can I get you something to drink? Tea? Water?” You smile and shake your head. 

“No thank you, love.” You place a hand on his thigh.

“How long have you been up? You’re not hurt are you? When I get back to the church I’m going to-” “Copia! I’m fine, the baby’s fine, everything is okay ,” you take his hands in yours, trying to calm his nerves. Your thumbs trail over his knuckles.

“We missed you terribly is all.” You bring them up to kiss them, and then wrap his arm around your shoulders and lean into him. He says nothing, giving in to your touch he so craved. You’re cuddled into a side hug, his other arm lacing around your middle. “I saw what happened with the confetti. Quite a way to end things, hm?” You hope you were vague and convincing enough for him not to piece everything together straight off the bat.

“Well…it was all pink! I thought it was supposed to be gold, it’s always gold! I was just figuring out who the hell was behind all this but then-”

“Wait, Cee, say that again,” you interrupted his rambling.

“Someone replaced the confetti with the wrong color,” he summarized.

“No, love, not that,” you laugh out. “What color was it?” “It was pink,” he tilts his head and looks at you dumbfounded. “The confetti was pink ,” you press his hand against the swell of your bump. “The confetti was…” he repeated the words silently and stared at your hand resting on his.

You can see the cogs start to shift behind his squinted eyes.

But he bolts off the lounge when he finally connects the dots.

“Y-You mean-!”

You nodded, eyes glossing over with overwhelming joy.

“We’re having a girl. It’s a girl!”

He breathlessly exclaims, then kisses you deeply, passionately. He couldn’t thank the stars more than he could now. First, you came into his life as nothing but a humble servant. He saw so much more in you than what the Clergy painted you out to be. He pursued his interest in you and fell in love with you the more you interacted with him. Your voice, your laugh, your stare. How logical you were, how you were cunning and witty. He couldn’t get enough. He had to have you.

 And now, you’re here, with his child under your heart.

He breaks away and drops to his knees, pulls you closer, and rests the side of his head on your stomach. You lean back to give him more access.

“Hi, hello, mia stellina,” he began. A smile spreads wide across your face at the little nickname he’s already given her. “You don’t know how happy you make me,” your other hand moves to lovingly stroke his hair, pushing away any stray strands that fell in his face. “But your papa can’t wait to meet you. I’m sorry I haven’t spent time with you yet, I’ve been…restricted.” Your heart weighed down with remorse. The Clergy was overbearing and ruthless. You and your husband should be enjoying this, not relishing it in between tour dates.

“You don’t need to know the details yet, that’s a story for when you get here. I don’t want you coming out angry,” he titters.

 And yet, he tried to make light of the circumstances. At least he would have this second, this minute, this hour. He would have this one instant where he could be as vulnerable as he wanted. With you. And with his baby girl.  

“But I promise I will make up for it as soon as I’m done touring and travelling and singing to random people. One day, I’ll get the chance to sing to you.”

 You sniffle. Tears fall freely. There’s a lump in your throat you can’t swallow. “Just know that I love you so much more than you know.” He presses his lips against your belly, hoping that his little girl can sense his adoration for her.

….Which is solidified when you both felt a very faint flick. It was soft, but it was there.

His eyes snap up to lock with yours.

“Did you…?”

“Y-Yeah! I felt it too,” the words almost failed to come out.

“ Stellina, baby,” you rub small circles on the curve of your stomach. “ One more time.”

It was like she could already understand. She responded by giving a swifter, more solid kick.

 You looked at Copia with a watery smile. “That’s our girl.”

A mix of emotions hung in the air, smothering you both. You both were ecstatic. Copia thought he’d never have anything like this. He felt like he was on top of the world.

 He let a few tears of his own fall when he felt yet another swipe.

“Mia stellina, one more thing now that you can hear me,” his forehead touches your stomach.“No matter where I’m at, or where you’ll be,” he lowers his voice.

“Sono sempre con te,” and plants another kiss.

“I’m with you always.”

[actuallysaiyan]

I've Got My Love To Keep Me Warm(All Might/Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Reader)

warning: smut, unprotected sex, alcohol(Toshi drinks in this one), Christmas imagery, office Christmas party, reader is a teacher at UA, semi-public sex, vaginal fingering word count: 2k pairings: All Might/Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Reader summary: you decided that the UA staff Christmas party was the best time to approach your crush, Toshinori. And you two hit it off... a/n: FOR YOU RUBY @mightytato!!! MERRY CHRISTMAS, HAPPY YULE, MERRY SOMETHING TO YOU!

dividers: @adornedwithlight

taglist:  @thissaintjessi.  @cherryblossombankai, @thestarsystemsworld

As the months went on and the days got shorter, you noticed how the talk of a staff Christmas party was at the forefront of everyone’s mind. It was past halloween after all and planning a christmas party would be tedious, though fun. So you decided to submit yourself as a volunteer.

You were sort of hoping that you’d get to make a move on a certain someone. Of course, everyone in the UA staff knows you’re quite taken with Toshinori, but he isn’t aware of this himself. And everyone has been very good at keeping your secret, even if they all are trying to get you to come to terms with the fact that the man in question was deeply in love with you as well.

Meeting Toshinori was the greatest thing in your life. He makes you laugh, makes you feel good about yourself. Knowing that he is the number one hero…well, it certainly surprises you to see this side of him. He’s different from what you imagined, but not in a bad way. He certainly fits the bill for the type of man who could steal your heart.

The days leading up to the office party really feel magical. It feels good to have something to look forward to. You and the other volunteers are working hard to make sure everything will go off without a hitch. It’s exciting to see the fruits of your labor come together.

The night comes and you feel like you’re a nervous wreck. All of your colleagues are coaxing you to take this chance to confess to your crush, but it just seems too good to be true. Besides, what if he says he doesn't like you like that? Then it’ll just be so awkward when you go back to work.

Despite everything, you still take the time to doll yourself up. You’re in your apartment, dancing and singing to old christmas songs sung by the classic crooners. Nemuri is helping you with your outfit and hair, and you do her makeup. When you two leave for the party, she’s assuring you that confessing to Toshinori will be perfect.

“What if he doesn’t like me like that?” You ask as you get in the cab.

“Trust me…he likes you!”

You laugh, “Are you saying this because you want to go on double dates? You and Hizashi would complement me and Toshinori well, huh?”

She grins, “There you go! You’ve got this!”

Despite not wanting to believe this, you try to remind yourself that it could be the best moment to tell him. And if it doesn’t pan out, then you can just apologize and go back to normal.

The party is very beautifully decorated, thanks to your efforts along with the other colleagues who took time out of their busy schedules to help you. You greet everyone as you and Nemuri walk in. She brings you to the bar, ordering you both some much needed drinks.

Hizashi comes over and begins talking to you both. He’s got his arm wrapped around her. You remember the day he had finally confessed to her. You were sure he was into Shouta, but he surprised you. Besides, you were pretty sure Shouta was seeing someone, but he could be pretty sneaky about it.

You’re sipping on your cocktail when you notice him arriving. Your heart skips a beat when you see him. He’s wearing a nice black suit, but it’s the cheesy Christmas tie that really ties it all together. The way he’s towering over everyone has you really feeling hot.

His eyes are darting around, you can see it. It’s almost like he’s looking for something…or maybe he’s looking for someone. When he spots you, his smile gets even bigger than before. You feel your heart racing when you smile back at him. He slowly comes over to you and this is when you realize that Nemuri and Hizashi aren’t next to you anymore.

“Hello,” he says with a cute grin.

“Hi,” you manage to say before taking another sip of your drink.

He orders himself a mocktail, and then he turns to you. He’s got the cutest grin on his face. Everything he does has you completely melting. You take another sip, trying to hide the blush on your cheeks.

“It looks great in here,” he comments a little awkwardly. “You all did a great job.”

“Uh thanks! It was a lot of fun.”

Your conversation continues; it’s awkward at first but soon you two begin to vibe with each other. If anything, you two begin to break the ice even more. Toshinori feels like his heart might burst if you continue to laugh at his dumb jokes, and you’re thinking you might combust if he keeps looking at you with that sweet smile of his.

There’s a few games and prizes, and you two are voted best dressed. It’s really so much fun. It’s the thing everyone needed to ease into the holidays. Soon everyone’s chatting with others and you’re back to hanging out with Toshinori.

Now you two were very clearly flirting with one another. It was more apparent than before. He gently guides you back to the bar, ordering you both another drink. You comment on his diligence on staying sober, which makes his cheeks heat up.

“Ah, well…” he laughs. “I’ve had a drink. An alcoholic one. I have my limits but it’s still fun sometimes.”

You notice he seems a little looser. You get a little closer, taking his hand in yours. You marvel at just how much bigger his fingers are than your own. He smirks down at you, then he leads you towards a quiet corner.

“Oh, are you trying to get me to kiss you?” you inquire, looking up at the mistletoe on top of you.

His cheeks burn but he’s feeling confident. “I wouldn’t make you kiss me, but if you felt like it—”

Without warning, you get on your tiptoes and you pull him down to kiss. It’s soft and sweet, but takes very little time for it to heat up. He wraps an arm around you, pulling you flush against his chest. Despite not being in his muscular form, you can still very much feel a muscle definition there. He smells spicy in a way. Cedarwood and cinnamon, along with something that is just uniquely him.

When his tongue pushes into your mouth, you swear you could faint. You’re thankful for him holding onto you right now because you would not trust yourself to stand comfortably. Slowly your tongues rub together and you try to push yourself against him even more.

“Should we…” he begins to ask as he pulls away. “Somewhere private?”

You nod eagerly, pulling him out of the event hall and towards the offices. You can’t believe you’re doing this right now, but this is what you’ve been dreaming about for a long time now.

Once inside his office, he pushes you up against the door. He doesn’t give you time to really react. His tongue is once more in your mouth, making you moan. You can taste cherry syrup and something a little stronger. And the smell of him, it’s so inviting and warm.

You finally gain a little courage and you tug on his tie, pulling him even closer. As you two make out, you begin to unbutton his shirt and you unbuckle his belt. He’s moaning and panting, then he leans in to whisper in your ear.

“Get on the desk, spread your thighs for me.” 

You look at him to see his cheeks all red and he’s panting. Still, you do as he says. With your legs spread, he feels like he’s drooling. This is just a dream come true for him at this point. He approaches you, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss. You gasp against his lips when you feel his large hands on your thighs.

“We gotta make this quick,” he explains. “But please don’t think this is the end of us. Because this is just the beginning.”

Your thighs spread even more instinctively, and you begin to buck your hips against him as you make out. Your heart flutters at the thought of him wanting to do more and to be more even after this quick hookup. He peels off your panties, then he looks at you with very red cheeks.

“I uhm…don’t have a condom.” He confesses.

“S’okay, I’m protected.” You say with confidence. Then you tug on his tie again, pulling him in for another sloppy kiss.

His fingers play with your wet folds, making you mewl so cutely. Already you’re a mess, but he’s nothing but a gentleman. He’s making sure you can take him, considering he’s very well endowed.

A gasp is pulled from you when he pushes two of his fingers into your wet pussy. Immediately your walls begin clamping down on him. He grins mischievously at you, watching you enjoy this pleasure.

“So wet for me,” he comments. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had anyone…”

You don’t even question it. The man is a busy person, and you know he must have a hard time forming relationships. The thought is pushed from your mind as he begins to curl his fingers. With his thumb on your clit, he’s working you towards what feels like the best orgasm you’ve ever experienced.

Toshi silences you with a kiss as you tumble over the edge. You begin to ride his fingers, fucking yourself on them to prolong the pleasure even more. You don’t have much time to react as he quickly pulls his fingers from you and replaces it with the head of his cock.

“Just breathe for me…” he whispers tenderly.

You do as he says once more, and you breathe as he pushes into you. It’s a big stretch and you’re clinging to him. The more of himself that he slides into you, the more he’s realizing just how addictive this is. You envelop him warmly and snugly. 

He leans his forehead against yours, moaning your name so sweetly. You never could imagine how sexy this would be, not even in your wildest dreams. Finally, he bottoms out and you’re both moaning and panting.

“You feel fucking good,” he grunts. 

He grips your hips, and he begins to pump into you. You’ve never been fucked like this before. Toshinori was definitely the best lover you’ve ever had. The desk under you begins to creak as he picks up his pace. 

“Look at you,” he coos. “Made to take my cock.”

You clench around him at his dirty words. Toshi throws his head back in bliss as he fucks you with wreckless abandon. For a man who claims to not be as strong as he used to be, you’re still being wowed by his strength. The tip of his cock keeps slamming against your sweet spot, and you’re having a very hard time holding on for much longer.

“C-cumming!” You whine.

Your vision cuts to white as your groin tenses and your walls clamp down on his cock. Toshinori moans, trying to hold back as long as he can. Eventually, he pulls out and spills his seed all over your mound. Both of you take a moment to catch your breath and come to terms with what just happened.

You pull on his tie once more, kissing him so deeply. He laughs shyly, but then he flashes you that sweet smile of his. He grabs some tissues to help clean you up. Both of you are grinning like mad as you get dressed once more.

Returning to the party was fun, as only a few people seemed to notice you two had even left. Nemuri smirks at you and she mouths “I told you so”. Hizashi nudges her and he laughs along with her. You then turn to Toshinori.

“Merry Christmas, All Might.”

He kisses you deeply, rubbing your back. “Merry Christmas, honey.”

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⋆˚࿔ Henry hotline x very dedicated assistant reader 𝜗𝜚

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Request: Yes

♡ Author note: Art credit: @janesbeloved !! I’m sssooo so so so so so so sorry this took so long guyhhh,,,first deltarune came out then there was an art contest then i was working on a cosplay then date everything came out and i just got rlly busy with stuff,,,,my writing for him may be a bit rusty since it’s been a while and it’s gonna be a bit hard to add new things, plus i don’t know much about his thieving era and stuff, but i hope it’s good!! if you don’t like it i will gladly rewrite it

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☎️ - Being around for so long, you two grew to know each other a bit. You were there at his low, your here at his high, how could he not? Your probably the only one who can come in his office without knocking and not get punted out of the room. Though, he had started to find himself a bit. . In love. Annoyingly. A bit. He felt flustered and embarrassed around you-You made him trip over his words! Why did you embarrass him so much? Why did he keep you around even if your so god damn annoying?! Why is he feeling this?!?!

☎️ - You know so much about him?? You know he hasn’t had his morning coffee if he seems a bit more tired and a little snappier, you’ve got his schedule memorized so you can turn in paperwork at the right times, you know he hasn’t has his headache meds if he’s glaring at everyone and grumbling all the time. At first he’s surprised, but, it starts to feel a bit nice, seeing someone who’s put in that much effort in for the little things. You make his day better.

☎️ - He fails to try and be annoyed at you for making him fall head over heels. Hes TRYING to make thieving plans, can’t you get off his mind?!Your just-. . Your so caring, stupidly naive, oddly observant, you always know just what’s up with him and how to fix it even if he hasn’t even said anything-to him, your literally perfect. How could he be annoyed at you? H

☎️ - Alright this time we’re skipping the confession things and going STRAIGHT to cute lovey headcanons-I’ve got so many assistant s/o headcanons i couldn’t make because we were doing real henry!!

☎️ - You’ve noticed your workload has gotten significantly smaller after you guys started dating. Wonder what’s up with that.

☎️ - SITTING ON HIS LAP WHILE HES IN HIS TALK SHOW CHAIR THINGY BOOM I SAID IT. someone else on tumblr made a headcanon about this due to a scrapped idea for a talkshow area thingy, and i just. . I LOVE ITT TNTJGJGJGJ he already loves you sitting on his lap, why not there? Why not where he’s working at his desk! He’d think it’s absolutely adorable if you fall asleep, too, but, he’d also do literally everything in his power to not move and be quiet so you don’t wake up. If anyone comes into his office while your asleep on his lap, consider them dead meat once your woken up.

☎️ - While your asleep, he’d gently and carefully hold your hand in his, making sure he doesn’t wake you up.

☎️ - He tries to do the same thing you do with him, but he doesn’t always have that much time. He’s learned your favorite coffee and he gets it for you like, all the time, but other than that he’s mostly busy. But, after work, you always get the best cuddles you could ask for-Plus some food.

☎️ - speaking of giving you food, he loves giving you things-Let him spend a bunch of money on you and spoil you! He doesn’t mind, it’s for you anyway. Someone like you who’s so kind, caring and loving should be repaid for everything you do for him, shouldn’t you? You make his day easier and his life 10x better, so of course he’s going to be giving you-. . Pretty much whatever you want.

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Untitled, 2025 (GD x OFC) Chapter 2: Budget Romeo

Pairing: G-Dragon/Kwon Jiyong x OFC

Genre/Warnings: Slow Burn, Tour Life, let's add these along the way.

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January 2025

Christmas break was deliciously slow. I stayed in Seoul. I usually tried to make it back to see family every two years or so, and sometimes they would visit instead, especially now that Grandma was getting older. But this year, she was the one who went abroad to see my mother and so… I was alone in Seoul for the holidays. And by god, I enjoyed it so much. Probably because only once the tension wore off did I realize how hard I had been working the last couple of months - and how much work was still ahead of me.

Once or twice, I caught myself checking emails that first day off, but then it got better. I deep-cleaned the apartment, read a book for the first time in what felt like ages and had a New Year’s dinner with a couple of friends. Jiyong texted me the next morning, but honestly, it read like something he might have copy-pasted to the whole team, so I just replied briefly, wished him all the best, and left it at that.

I didn’t think about it much while I enjoyed the time away, before work picked up again ten days later. And it picked up fast. At the end of the month, Ji was set to perform in Paris - his first big, big live performance since the MAMAs exactly two months ago, and a month before the album drop. It would be with Taeyang and I was confident it would be a full success. His performances never really worried me. If things got stressful at my job, it was mostly because there were so many moving parts, so much to plan, coordinate and double-check.

So much, in fact, that I almost forgot about the Instagram account. I am at the first meeting back and suddenly realize I should get some shots just in case. We had scheduled some content for the break, but now it was back on me to keep it running. And people just liked content that felt like it was happening in real time - understandably. Everyone is chatting because, to no one’s surprise, our superstar was late. And not just a little late. Full-on, unapologetically late. It is fine, though. We all have emails to write and coffees to finish.

When he finally shows up, he is in full social protection mode: mask, sunglasses and a wooly hat. Even though I don’t always fully understand what he’s feeling when he needs that kind of shielding, I sort of get it by now. Usually, it’s not too bad around people he knows, but who knows what he’s been up to the last couple of weeks - maybe he needs to warm up again. Which doesn’t mean he isn’t charming. When he sees me standing at the back of the room filming, he points a finger at my phone and runs toward me. Well, no, not me, obviously - the camera. Let’s be clear. Still, maybe I also need a little time to adjust, because for a second I seriously forget that what I’m seeing on my screen isn’t meant for me. The cute attempt at a wink (unsuccessful, but he’s getting better), the dramatic removal of his hat followed by a hair ruffle, like he’s embarrassed his aegyo got away from him, and the little giggle when he walks off. Be still my beating heart.

Later, at the meeting, we talk about incorporating more old images into the campaign. People had loved the childhood pictures used during the MAMA performance. So I pick up a hard drive on the way out - it contains all the images from Ji’s career, neatly arranged by year and tag. I figure I should try to stick to the theme and sprinkle in a few of the older photos when I present the next couple of posts.

I sit down in the hallway with my laptop while everyone else lingers in the meeting room. I don’t know how long they’ll be and I don’t feel like hovering. The number of images is so overwhelming it freezes me for a second. I’m trying to figure out where to even start when my mouse hovers over the folder marked 2014. Hmm. In the end, I don’t know why I click it. Why I’m looking. But back then, the private and public sides of things often blurred - long before social media became what it is today. And I almost shriek when I come across what looks like pictures from that holiday house after a bit of scrolling.

Someone must have brought a Polaroid. I don’t remember any of it, which isn’t surprising considering how much I drank. Or how much time has passed. The pictures aren’t high quality, but they have that lovely deep saturation and somehow smell of sunscreen. People by the lake, people laughing at a campfire. And then... people lying under a tree in the shade. Me, next to him, eyes closed. Ji looking at me with a smile. Wow.

I can’t help but study every detail. I remember that moment vividly, but seeing our younger selves hits different. His hair was long and black back then, undercut showing - he looked like a completely different person. So young. Me too, actually. That fringe…

It would all be very wholesome if it weren’t for the next picture. Jiyong, much later that night. Cigarette in mouth, eyes super spaced out, clearly wasted. His arm around Cheungha, who looks similarly drunk.

I take a deep breath. And then I quickly shut my computer when I hear footsteps beside me in the hallway, even before I realize it’s Jiyong himself. He stops mid-step, probably because I’m sitting on the floor when there are perfectly good desks nearby. Also, I just behaved like I’m hiding something, which… I kind of am.

“That bad?” he asks, and I can’t help but smile before I shake my head. “No, you just startled me.” “Oh. Well, we can’t have that. Sorry.” I shake my head again. “I was just looking at old pictures. The hairstyles are all over the place.”

To my surprise, he squats down until he’s at eye level with me. Mask and shades are gone, though the winter hat is still there.

“Well... yeah, that I get. That really is scary. What year?” I hesitate. My mouth is a little dry when I finally answer. “Around the time we first met?”

I hold his gaze, pinning him down a bit with it. I probably shouldn’t ask, but ever since that moment before break, my curiosity about whether he remembers me from way back then has reignited. I’m not even sure why. What does it matter now?

I think there’s a flicker in his eyes. A shift. His composure drops for half a second before he slowly nods. “So... like ten years ago?”

We stare at each other, the moment hanging. He remembers. Or at least, he’s not pretending he doesn’t. “Eleven,” I correct him, knowing full well that the exact number isn’t the point. “Ten and a half…” We’re both smirking now.

“Show me?” I take a breath and open my computer again, click back to the first of those summer pictures. He skips through them himself, the laptop still on my lap. When the tree photo appears, he sucks in his upper lip and chews on it for a second. Is that discomfort?

“We were babies,” he finally says. “Yeah, we were. But really, we were grownups, right?” He nods slowly. We were in our mid-20s… no teenagers. His eyes are still on the picture when he speaks again.

“Was a good weekend until…” He pauses. “Until?” “Until I messed it up.” His head turns toward me and there’s something oddly satisfying about it.

He didn’t break my heart back then. But it was kind of a dick move. And after seeing him again all these years later, I always felt like I wanted that to at least be acknowledged. It took its sweet time, but here it is, finally. And I feel a weird sense of peace.

“Yeah, you did. But you drank what felt like two bottles of Jack that night, so…”

He didn’t exactly apologize. I didn’t exactly say it’s fine. But it feels like both of those things just happened. And I know he feels it too, because he starts grinning before getting back to his feet.

“You should check out the hair from early early 2020. Man, that was bad,” he says, clearly about to leave - probably already late for something again. “Oh, I remember that…” I say, and he just nods. Then he turns around and walks away.

I look back at the picture one more time, then sigh and shut the computer. Time to go home.

Summer 2014

Sunday night, trying to make dinner for everyone staying at the holiday house. It's… a mess, honestly. The idea was sweet, but the reality is that most of us would rather be outside drinking or swimming and now no one took care of it and everyone’s hungry too. So yeah - we ordered takeout. The place is kind of remote and the order was huge, so it’s going to take an hour. In the meantime, a few of us are scavenging for snacks like it’s a group survival challenge. I figured helping is the least I can do, considering I got invited here, so now I’m slicing up cucumber sticks and laughing at myself because let’s be real, no one’s going to eat them. They might end up in someone’s drink, maybe, but that’s about it. Still, effort counts, right?

I shouldn’t be surprised, but I kind of am, when Jiyong shows up next to me. Is he just really quiet when he walks or did he time this on purpose? When I glance over and see him grab another knife to (very badly) help chop, I can’t help but smile.“What?” he asks, smirking. “You can’t admit you like hanging out with me?”

Yeah, that’s the thing. It makes me feel silly how into him I am, but at the same time, it feels so good. Like, my body is already reacting before my brain can catch up. He looks very pleased with himself, clearly enjoying the effect he’s having. “Maybe.” I say, keeping it vague, eyes back on the cutting board. He shifts his hip just enough to nudge mine, casually, like he does it all the time.Both of us grin wider. Then his pinky slides over, hooking into mine.We are literally holding fingers while chopping vegetables. It’s painfully adorable.

After a minute, I can feel his gaze on me, so eventually I give in and look back, chin tipped over my shoulder, lips already twitching into another smile. He is just… beautiful. There’s something wild in his eyes, and at the same time he can be unexpectedly sweet. And - ugh, I kind of hate to admit this, because it’s not something I want to be into - but he’s effortlessly cool. The way he moves, the way he talks, even the way he leans on the kitchen counter now looking at me from slightly below. He’s just… cool. That look really does something to me. Like he’s perfectly happy to stay in this moment, letting it stretch out, riding the tension instead of jumping ahead? I’m into it. I’m so into it. My friend warned me. And she’s right. But… damn.

We look at each other for what feels like minutes. No more pretending. No more playing it off like a coincidence.His hand slides closer, then settles gently over mine, fingers weaving in between. He moves a little closer, one hand lazily playing with the ends of my hair while my fingers absentmindedly fumble with the collar of his little polo. And thank god that’s exactly when someone else walks into the kitchen - because honestly, who knows where that was headed. We both take a tiny step back, just enough to make it look casual. He’s grinning like getting caught was half the fun.Honestly? Same.

The cucumber sticks go exactly as expected: ignored. But then the takeout finally arrives, and suddenly everyone’s back in party mode, as if hunger never existed. And wow, what a party. Even more alcohol than last night, music blasting, people dancing, laughing too loudly… I get pulled into a chat with two other women on the deck and lose track of time for at least an hour. By the time I look around again, everyone’s several drinks ahead of me. I know I won’t catch up - not that I want to. Watching everyone slowly unravel is kind of fascinating. I’ve seen drunk people, especially in Seoul, but this is different. It’s indulgent. Decadent, even. I’m not sure I belong here, actually. Scratch that - I know I don’t. But dropping in for a few days? Kind of delicious.

And you know what would make this whole sun-soaked, wine-drenched weekend perfect?Finally kissing Ji.God, finally.

Screw being careful. We’re heading home tomorrow. It’s now or never. He was watching me earlier, too - half an hour ago, maybe more. He even looked a little annoyed that I was talking to someone else. I haven’t seen him for a while, but now that I’ve made up my mind, I’m not interested in waiting.

I want to kiss that cheeky little smirk right off his face.

He’s kissing Cheungha. And by kissing, I mean they’re making out in the dark, pressed against the hallway wall. Her hand is under his shirt, and he’s feeling her up.

For a second, I just stand there, frozen. My first instinct is to turn around and leave, but then she notices me - or at least notices they’re not alone - and starts giggling. Ji turns his head toward me as well and I can tell he recognizes me instantly.But I don’t wait for his reaction. I leave.

On my way outside, it’s like there’s static buzzing in my thoughts. Fuck. I drank a lot too. I can’t even organize what I’m thinking. Eventually, as I make my way back down to the lake without any real plan, it all comes out - in the form of laughter. It surprises me a little. But seriously, it is kinda funny.I won’t pretend I’m not upset. At both of them, actually. But the fact that Cheungha warned me about this - and then went and did it anyway?Come on. It’s so dumb it’s funny.

I stop when I see Seunghyun by the lake.He looks up and smiles when he recognizes me. “Let me guess. You just walked in on budget Romeo with his tongue down someone else’s throat?” I snicker and sink onto a log next to him. He must have seen them as well.

He takes a drag from his cigarette and pats my shoulder.“Jiyong’s a mess. A charming mess. But still a mess.” “Thanks for the heads-up.” “Don’t take it personally. He does this. He treats attention like it’s oxygen. And I’ve never seen Cheungha this drunk, if that helps.” “Not really. But I appreciate the effort.”

He watches me for a moment, then grabs a bottle from beside him and offers it to me. I accept. “We could make out to even the score. For symmetry.” I can’t help but grin.“Tempting. But I think I’d rather go home with a little dignity intact.” Seunghyun nods. “You’re smarter than you look. That’s rare around here. But it’s after 4 AM, so… just wait 'til the morning.”

I sigh, take a sip and nod, trying to collect my thoughts. “Okay, yeah - you’re right. But let’s at least take a dip. I need to clear my head.”

Minutes later, we’re in the water. And honestly?I’m actually having fun. Screw kissing pretty boys. Probably never going to see the guy again anyways.