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hxxsxxng · 8 days ago

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Love Your Enemy y.jw

「Pairing」 : rival!jungwon x fem!reader

「Word Count」 : 7.5k

「Genre」 : smut, angst, highschool au (seniors 18+)

「Summary」 : jungwon is your rival in competition for class valedictorian. something unexpected happens when you pick up extra tutoring lessons

「Warnings」 : mentions of societal pressure, overworking, kissing, titty sucking, oral (m&f), overstimulation, unprotected sex, teasing, creampie, multiple orgasms, jungwons dick is large.... like abnormally large. probably more that i may have missed. NOT PROOFREAD

「Author's Note」 : this is my redebut after taking an almost year long break from writing. I am hoping to get back into it like i used to be <3 also, i wrote this in my notes app so if it is spaced weirdly im sorry lol

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Jungwon is just another popular boy in my senior class. He’s on the football team, he has a lot of friends, and I guess, if I had to say something nice about him, his face isn’t the worst-looking thing in the world. But none of those things are the reason I give him any of my attention. He is only relevant to me because we are in competition for valedictorian for my graduating class.

My school usually chooses valedictorian at the end of the fall semester, after final grades are put in. I have been working hard day and night with AP classes and extra study sessions scheduled on the weekends to make sure I am a contender for the top spot. It’s October now, so I only have a month and a few weeks to prepare for finals and perfect my AP scores.

Jungwon, on the other hand, makes the whole ‘top of the class thing’ seem so easy. He’s always at practice or at football games, always out with his friends on the weekends, and seemingly doesn’t seem like he has to put much effort into high exam grades and having a good image with the teachers. He is naturally gifted. I hate it.

——-

AP Calculus Tutoring Sessions Available

- Free for students

- Flexible session times

- Help Prepping for AP exam

Scan QR code below for details

I walk down the hall and see a flier on the school bulletin board. Free tutoring sessions? My ACT prep course just ended, so I might be able to set up some more tutoring? I ended up just taking a photo of the flier and continued walking towards 6th period, AP English IV.

I push open the door, the faint scent of dry-erase markers and overused textbooks lingering in the air. The lights hum softly overhead, casting a glow on the rows of desks already half-filled with my classmates. My only friend, Kazuha, is already seated near the window, idly doodling in the corner of her notebook. I slide into the seat beside her, dropping my bag with a thud. She glanced up, offering me a small smile.

“Hey," she says casually, nudging me with her elbow. “You wanna hang out this weekend? Maybe catch that new movie or just, you know, do something not related to school?"

I let out a soft sigh, already feeling the weight of my responsibilities pressing against my chest. “I’d love to, really," I start, fiddling with the edge of my notebook. “But I might be setting up extra tutoring sessions. I just found this flier about AP Calculus tutoring, and with finals coming up, I can’t afford to slack off."

Kazuha nods knowingly, the disappointment flickering briefly before it’s replaced with understanding. “Yeah, I get it. Valedictorian race and all. Just don’t forget to breathe, okay?"

I manage a small smile, grateful for her understanding, even though a part of me wishes I could say yes without the gnawing guilt of lost study hours. I just wish there was more time in the day so I could spend time with her and not worry about school, but there’s no room for distractions… not when Jungwon exists.

——

The rest of the school day goes by. I head out to my car, slowly packing my things into it. I look over to the football field in the distance. I hear the music playing while all of the sweaty boys practice. I lose my train of thought when I open my driver door and get into my seat. Hands on the steering wheel, I think to myself, maybe I could get a tutoring session set up for tomorrow?

I pull into the driveway, the crunch of gravel beneath my tires grounding me after another long day. The house is quiet, the soft hum of the refrigerator the only sound greeting me as I step inside. I drop my bag by the door, kick off my shoes, and collapse onto the worn-out couch, my body sinking into the cushions like it’s been waiting for this moment all day.

With a sigh, I pull out my phone, remembering the flier I snapped a photo of earlier. My thumb hovers for a second, debating if I really want to add more to my already overloaded schedule. But the thought of Jungwon’s effortless grades pushes me forward. I scan the QR code, and a simple form pops up: name, subject, preferred time. I type in my details, selecting a 5 p.m. slot for tomorrow, my fingers hesitating only briefly before I hit submit.

The exhaustion catches up with me, and I drift in and out of sleep on the couch, the soft glow of my phone screen the last thing I see. When I finally rouse again, groggy and disoriented, I notice a notification blinking. It’s been almost three hours.

Tutoring Session Confirmed: 5 p.m. Tomorrow.

The message is concise, followed by another asking for my contact information. I reply, exchanging quick details before receiving the tutor’s address. I glance at it, not recognizing the street name, but I plug it into my maps app anyway.

——-

The next day, after another grueling round of practice quizzes, I find myself driving to the address provided. The neighborhood is quiet, lined with neatly trimmed hedges and identical mailboxes. As I get closer and closer to the destination on the GPS, I notice a familiar car in the driveway. I park, double-checking the number on the house, and take a deep breath. This is it. Another step towards securing my spot as valedictorian.

I knock on the door, my heart pounding more from anticipation than nerves. The door swings open, and there he is.

Jungwon.

He’s dressed casually, no football jersey in sight, just a simple T-shirt and jeans. His expression mirrors my own shock for a split second before it shifts into that infuriatingly easy smile of his.

“Well,” he says, leaning casually against the doorframe, “This is unexpected.”

I blink, momentarily speechless, before managing to find my voice. “You’re the tutor?”

“Looks like it,” he replies, stepping aside to let me in. “Guess we’re not just competing in class anymore.”

I step inside, determined to make the most of this, even if it means learning from the very person I’m trying to beat.

——-

“I don’t know if I want to do this anymore,” I hesitate as I wait a second before taking my shoes off.

“Don’t be such a fucking baby, Y/N. I need these hours for my college application, and you need it for…. better grades… I guess,” he complained, rolling his eyes.

Whatever. I take my shoes off and follow him up the stairs to his room. He slowly opens the door to reveal the den he has been living in this whole time.

“Don’t mind the mess,” he blushed, rubbing the back of his neck. Mess? This room is cleaner than my room has ever been.

“I don’t mind,” I reassure him, and I set my bag down on his bed. I glance at his neat desk, textbooks stacked with precision, a single notebook open to a page covered in immaculate handwriting. I pull out my own materials, spreading them across the bed as I settle in, though my mind isn’t fully on calculus just yet.

“Hey,” I start, unable to suppress the question burning in the back of my throat. “Why are you even doing tutoring? You’re set. Everyone knows you’re getting into whatever school you apply to.”

Jungwon pauses, his pencil hovering above his notebook. He doesn’t answer right away, his jaw tightening slightly before he exhales, setting the pencil down.

“Because it looks good on applications,” he says flatly, but there’s a flicker of something in his eyes, a crack in the perfect facade he wears so effortlessly.

“That’s it?” I press, arching an eyebrow.

He sighs, leaning back in his chair, arms crossed. “No. Not really. It’s… expected. My parents think it shows leadership or whatever. Plus, if I don’t keep busy with something ‘productive,’ they think I’m slacking.” He lets out a humorless chuckle. “Can’t just be a kid, I guess.”

That catches me off guard. For a moment, the image I’ve built of Jungwon, the golden boy with the effortless charm, shifts. He’s not so different from me after all.

“Yeah, well,” I mutter, fiddling with my pen, “at least you have people expecting you to succeed. I put all this pressure on myself. No one would care if I wasn’t top of the class, but I’d hate myself for it.”

Silence stretches between us, heavy but not uncomfortable. He nods slowly, like he understands exactly what that feels like.

“Guess we’re both kind of screwed, huh?” he says with a crooked smile.

I can’t help but laugh softly. “Yeah. Guess so.”

We start the calculus work after that, the tension easing as we argue over derivatives and integration techniques. His explanations are sharp, concise, but I refuse to let him have the satisfaction of thinking he’s a better tutor than I am a student. Our bickering is light, almost playful, each sarcastic comment met with an eye-roll or a smirk. Maybe even a playful punch on the arm here and there.

Before I know it, the session is over. I pack my things slowly, feeling oddly reluctant to leave.

As I sling my bag over my shoulder, Jungwon clears his throat. “Hey,” he says, like the words are heavier than they should be, “you should come to the homecoming game next Friday.”

I blink, surprised. “What? Why?”

He shrugs, trying to seem casual, but there’s a hint of something genuine underneath. “I don’t know. Maybe for a break from all… this,” he gestures vaguely between us, “or maybe just to see me crush it on the field.”

I roll my eyes, but there’s a warmth spreading in my chest I can’t quite explain.

“I’ll think about it,” I reply, already knowing I probably will. “Are we set for another session next Saturday, same time?” I say while inching towards the door.

“Yes, that’s fine. I’ll text you if anything changes.”

——-

Monday dreadfully rolls back around. Going back to the same routine of class every day and studying every night. When I get to 6th period, I set my stuff down next to Kazuha and slide into my chair, the same as usual. As the bell rings, signaling the start of 6th period, she’s sketching absentmindedly in the margins of her notebook again, her pen gliding effortlessly. I steal a quick glance at her, my heart oddly racing.

The words are right there, teetering on the edge of my tongue: "Do you want to go to the homecoming game on Friday?" But they catch in my throat, refusing to come out.

I tap my pen against my notebook, pretending to focus on the lesson, but my mind’s a mess of overthinking. What if she thinks it’s weird? What if she says no? I chew the inside of my cheek, stealing another glance at her. She’s humming softly under her breath, completely unaware of the silent battle I’m waging beside her.

Finally, I muster a shaky breath. “Hey, Kazuha,” I start, my voice softer than I intended. She looks up, her eyes meeting mine, warm and curious.

“Yeah?” she says, smiling slightly.

I hesitate, gripping my pen tighter. “Uh, do you… um… want to—” My words falter, and I pretend to adjust the papers on my desk like that was what I meant to say all along. “—want to go watch the homecoming football game with me on Friday? You know, maybe school you could come to my place and we could get ready together? You’re the only person that I could have that would consider going with me.”

Kazuha’s pen halts mid-sketch, her eyes lifting slowly to meet mine. For a heartbeat, she just stares, as if processing whether she heard me correctly. The corners of her mouth twitch, not with amusement but genuine surprise.

“Wait what?” she finally blurts out, blinking rapidly. “You… want to go to the homecoming game? Like, the football game?”

I nod, feeling my face grow warm. “Yeah, I mean… if you’re free. Just thought it might be fun.”

Kazuha leans back in her chair, tapping the end of her pen against her chin, her expression a perfect blend of disbelief and delight. “Wow, okay. That’s… unexpected. You never want to do stuff like this.”

I shrug, trying to play it cool, though my heart’s thudding like a drum. “Yeah, well, maybe I wanted to switch it up for once.”

She grins, her surprise melting into something soft and genuine. “You know what? Sure. Let’s do it.”

A wave of relief washes over me, mingling with a spark of excitement I didn’t expect. “Really?”

“Yeah,” she says, nodding with a chuckle. “It’ll be fun. And honestly, I’m kind of flattered you asked.”

I smile, the weight of the question lifting off my shoulders. “Cool. Maybe we can hang out at my place before the game, figure out what to wear or whatever.”

“Sounds good,” Kazuha says, her grin wide and bright. She taps her notebook playfully. “Now look at you, pulling me into spontaneous plans. Who even are you?”

I laugh softly, my chest feeling lighter than it has in weeks. “I guess I’m full of surprises.”

That really wasn’t it though. I wanted to go to see Jungwon play, but I couldn’t actually tell her that.

——-

The week continues like normal, and it’s already Friday. I am anxious to get out of bed because I am scared about tonight. About going to my first school even since I’ve even started high school.

Message from: Jungwon

I hope to see you in the stands tonight ;)

??? Why is he texting me? I’ve only texted his number for things related to tutoring. I flash a quick smile as I put my phone back into my pocket, my cheeks a light tint of pink.

The rest of the school day unfolds with the usual lectures, note-taking, and the occasional group discussions that I only halfway participate in. My mind keeps drifting back to the text from Jungwon and the looming excitement of the game tonight. I find myself glancing at the clock more often than I care to admit, willing the hands to move faster.

By the time 6th period rolls around, I’m practically buzzing with anticipation. I slide into my seat next to Kazuha, the familiar squeak of the chair grounding me slightly. She looks up from her doodles, her eyes immediately narrowing in on my face.

“Okay, what’s up with you?” she asks, setting her pen down. “You’ve been weirdly fidgety all day.”

I chuckle, feeling my face warm. “I’m just… excited for the game tonight, I guess.”

Kazuha raises an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Excited? Now that’s a word I never thought I’d hear you use about a school event.”

Rolling my eyes, I nudge her playfully. “Well, it’s something different. Plus, I mean, it’ll be fun hanging out with you outside of school and not worrying about AP exams for a change.”

She grins, leaning closer. “You know, I’m starting to think this has less to do with AP burnout and more to do with a certain football player.”

I nearly choke on my own breath. “W-What? No! That’s ridiculous.”

Kazuha laughs, clearly enjoying my flustered reaction. “Relax, I’m just teasing. But seriously, it’ll be fun. We’ll cheer obnoxiously loud, eat overpriced snacks, and maybe even pretend to understand the game.”

I snort, the tension easing slightly.

The rest of the class passes in a blur, my mind already jumping ahead to tonight. As the final bell rings, Kazuha and I gather our things, chatting about what we should wear.

——-

When we get to my house, we rummage through our closets, trying on different outfits and laughing at how dramatic we’re being. Eventually, we settle on something comfortable yet spirited in school colors, of course.

As we head out the door, my heart races with a mix of excitement and nerves. I’m not sure if it’s the game, the change of routine, or the possibility of seeing Jungwon on the field. Maybe it’s all of it. We take Kazuha’s car.

“I don’t know if I told you, but Jungwon was the one who wanted me to come to the game.” I mention on the drive there.

“What? No, you don’t mention it! Are you crazy? This is insane news.” Kazuha exclaimed, eyes widening as she turned her whole body towards me.

“Really? I could have sworn I said something about it.” I chuckled in response to her dramatic reaction.

“Didn’t mention it, not once. Because trust me, I would remember if my best friend was invited to a football game by her ‘rival’. Who even knows if y’all are rivals anymore? Y’all could have eloped and have a baby on the way at the point.” She exaggerates.

I roll my eyes. “Yeah, you can 100% confidently believe that is not the case.” I let out a choked-up, airy laugh.

——-

We arrive at the football field. The school band is playing loudly as the stadium lights shine over the field. The crowd is getting loud as it is almost time for our team’s big entrance.

“Where do you want to sit?” Kazuha yells over the loud ruckus in the background. The stands are packed, and there are not many options for seating.

“I think I see an opening in the edge of the front row,” I say, directing my voice into her ear. We make our way through the crowd to get to our squished-together seats. We are seated right in front of the home team’s sideline.

The stadium lights glow down on the field, casting long shadows across the neatly painted white yard lines. The roar of the crowd swells as the announcer’s voice echoes through the speakers, hyping up the audience. I didn’t think it could get louder than it already was.

The marching band bursts into a triumphant tune, drums pounding in rhythm with the pounding of my heart. From the tunnel at the far end of the field, the football team charges out, breaking through a giant paper banner painted with bold, school-colored letters. The players sprint onto the field with a burst of energy, helmets gleaming under the floodlights.

My eyes scan the lineup, and that’s when I see him, Jungwon. He’s not just on the team; he’s in the starting lineup. The number on his jersey stands out against the dark fabric, and for a moment, I’m frozen. I had no idea he was a starter.

Kazuha nudges me, shouting over the cheers, “Is that Jungwon? He’s starting?!”

I nod, my mouth slightly open, unable to form words. He looks different out here. Focused, fierce, and completely in his element. I hate to admit that I found it attractive. The whistle blows, and the game begins.

The first few plays are fast and intense. Jungwon moves with quick precision, effortlessly dodging defenders, his agility making him stand out. His coordination is almost mesmerizing, and I find myself more invested in the game than I ever thought I’d be. Each touchdown, each tackle sends waves of excitement through the crowd.

Midway through the second quarter, after an impressive sprint that nearly led to a touchdown, Jungwon gets subbed out for a quick break. As he jogs off the field, his helmet tucked under his arm, he glances toward the stands.

Our eyes meet.

A lopsided grin spreads across his face, and then…he winks.

My heart does an unexpected flip. I blink, caught off guard, my face heating up. Kazuha catches the whole thing, of course.

“Oh my gosh,” she yells, laughing. “Did he just WINK at you?”

“Shut up,” I mutter, trying to focus on the game, but the warmth in my chest betrays me.

The game continues with fierce energy. The players clash with determination, the sound of pads hitting echoing above the crowd’s cheers. The band plays fight songs after big plays, and the cheerleaders lead chants that ripple through the stands. The night air feels electric with school spirit.

As the final quarter ticks down, our team scores the winning touchdown. The crowd erupts into deafening cheers, students jumping up and down, waving their hands in the air. I can’t help but get swept up in the excitement, shouting alongside Kazuha, my voice hoarse from cheering.

When the final whistle blows, signaling our victory, the players flood the field, celebrating with high-fives and hugs. I catch Jungwon glancing back at the stands once more, his eyes lingering just a little longer before he’s swept away by his teammates.

“Wow, that was actually more entertaining that I thought it was going to be” I admitted, still flustered about my interaction with Jungwon.

“Mhmm, are you sure that not because of a certain someone playing on the field?” she teased.

“Shut up”

——-

We are walking to Kazuha’s car in the jammed parking when we hear a faint voice in the distance. “Do you need a ride?” I look around to try and figure out where it was coming from. By the time I turned around again, Jungwon was walking towards us.

He looks at both of us and then just me, his eyes were mesmerizing, and his hair still wet from the sweat. “Do you need a ride?” he repeats.

I stop for a second and glance over at Kazuha. She gives me the ‘go ahead’ followed with a smirk. She slowly starts to walk away.

“Uhh…. yeah I guess..” I hesitate.

Jungwon's dark red Jeep glimmers faintly under the soft glow of the stadium lights, its sleek exterior a striking contrast to the bustling parking lot. I climb inside, immediately enveloped by the rich scent, a mix of clean leather, faint cologne, and something subtly sweet, maybe a lingering hint of vanilla. The interior is surprisingly nice: smooth leather seats, a tidy dashboard, and a faint hum from the radio playing softly in the background.

The hum of the tires against the road fills the comfortable silence before Jungwon breaks it.

"So… what did you think of the game?" he asks, glancing over with a quick smile, his hand relaxed on the steering wheel.

I chuckle, shaking my head slightly. "It was… better than I expected. You were pretty good out there, I have to admit"

He grins, his eyes crinkling slightly. "Glad you came. It was nice seeing you in the stands." His voice is light, but there's an undercurrent of sincerity that makes my heart skip just a little.

As we cruise down the quiet, dimly lit streets, the space between us feels charged with an unspoken tension. Our hands rest awkwardly close on the center console, fingers brushing occasionally with each turn of the car. Each accidental touch sends a jolt through me, and I catch him stealing quick glances, his lips twitching like he's fighting a smile.

Finally, without thinking too hard about it, my fingers inch closer until they lightly graze his. He hesitates for the briefest moment, then his hand slides over mine, lacing our fingers together. The warmth of his touch is comforting, grounding.

We don’t say anything about it. We don’t need to. The quiet hum of the Jeep, the soft music, and the steady rhythm of our joined hands say enough.

We pull up in front of my house. No porch light on. Pitch black outside beside his headlight gleaming over the road. “This is it, right?”

“Yes, thank you for the ride” I say before starting to grab my things. Before I am even able to undo our interlocking fingers, he pulls me closer by my hand and kisses me. Our fingers remain intertwined, the warmth of his touch still lingering as he gently pulls me closer. The suddenness of the kiss catches me completely off guard. My heart stumbles, racing with a mixture of surprise and something unspoken that’s been simmering between us.

I instinctively pull back, just enough to create a small space between us, my breath slightly uneven. My eyes find his in the dim glow of the dashboard lights, his gaze soft yet intense, searching mine for any hint of regret or hesitation. But there’s none, just the same bewildering mix of curiosity and something deeper reflecting back at me.

Neither of us speaks, words feeling unnecessary in the weight of the moment. His eyes flicker from mine to my lips and back again, his silent question hanging in the air. My heart pounds louder than the faint melody playing on the radio.

Without overthinking it, I close the space between us, leaning in with certainty. This time, the kiss is deeper, slower, filled with the unspoken emotions we’ve both been avoiding. His hand cups the side of my face gently, his thumb brushing over my cheek.

The world outside the car fades away, leaving just us, lost in the quiet intensity of the moment. Then my phone dings. It’s my Mom texting me.

“I should get going, thank you again for the ride” I say giving him one more peck before I get out of the car.

——-

I walked up to the front door, butterflies still in my stomach, I waved to Jungwon. I get inside and all I can think about is that damn kiss. I set my bag down next to the door and take my shoes off and go upstairs to lay down.

Message from: Jungwon

I can’t wait to see you tomorrow😘

Tomorrow? I completely forgot about the tutoring session booked for tomorrow. What am I gonna do? I have to sit in the same room with him while he talks about math equations with his gorgeous hair and unforgettable voice, his cute chuckles and his sweet scented cologne. I’ll have to fight the urge to kiss him… again. This is going to be a disaster.

The night stretched on, filled with the soft glow of my phone screen as Jungwon and I exchanged a flurry of cute texts. Each message made my cheeks warm with an involuntary blush, my heart skipping every time his name lit up. Our playful and sweet words were comforting, wrapping me in thoughts of him. Eventually, sleep claimed me, but even then, my dreams were painted with his easy smile and the memory of our kiss.

——-

Morning light filtered through my blinds, pulling me from a cozy slumber. I stretched lazily, my mind immediately drifting to Jungwon. A soft smile tugged at my lips as I rolled out of bed. It was Saturday, my favorite routine day. I went about my morning, brewing coffee, flipping through my study notes with half-hearted focus, and tidying up my room. However, the usual rhythm felt different, with excitement and anticipation.

When the clock hinted it was time to get ready for my tutoring session, I stood in front of my mirror longer than usual. I picked out my outfit with more care, opting for something effortlessly cute yet comfortable. A hint of gloss on my lips, a dash more mascara than usual, just enough to feel confident. My heart raced with a mix of nerves and excitement, the thought of seeing Jungwon again making my pulse quicken.

With one final glance in the mirror and a steadying breath, I grabbed my bag, ready to face the ‘disaster’ of sitting across from Jungwon. But deep down, I knew it was a disaster I couldn’t wait for.

——-

I get into my car and prepare for my trip to Jungwon’s house. Don’t over think it. Just go in like you would for any other tutoring session.

I repeat these words to myself, the souls of my thoughts overplaying the music in the car.

I pull into Jungwon’s driveway, the familiar sight of his dark red Jeep parked out front making my heart race faster than I’d like to admit. The nervous energy bubbling within me feels different this time, heavier, laced with anticipation. I take a few deep breaths, willing myself to focus. It’s just a tutoring session, like any other… right?

I step out of my car, smoothing down my clothes and adjusting the strap of my bag on my shoulder. Approaching the door, I can’t help but replay every moment from last night in my head, the game, the ride, the kiss. My heart pounds in rhythm with each step.

Before I even have the chance to knock, the door swings open. Jungwon stands there, leaning casually against the frame, his smile easy and disarming. But this time, there’s something different in his eyes—a warmth that wasn’t there before.

“Wow,” he breathes out softly, his gaze sweeping over me with unmistakable admiration. “You look… beautiful.”

The compliment catches me off guard, sending a warm flush creeping up my neck to my cheeks. I manage a small smile, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear. “Thanks. Uh, you look good too,” I mumble, feeling shy under his gaze.

He chuckles softly, stepping aside to let me in. There’s a playful glint in his eyes that makes my heart flutter. I follow him inside, the familiar scent of his home wrapping around me like a cozy blanket. We climb the stairs to his room, and he pushes the door open with an exaggerated gesture.

I set my bag down on his bed, trying to shake off the lingering tension. He sits at his desk, motioning for me to join him. As we pull out our textbooks and notes, his knees brush against mine beneath the small desk, an innocent touch that sends a jolt straight to my heart.

We dive into derivatives, our usual dynamic slipping back into place. But this time, there’s something unspoken, I find it hard to focus entirely on the math with him sitting so close, his voice a soft, melodic distraction.

At one point, he leans over to correct a mistake in my notes, his hand brushing lightly against mine. He pauses, his fingers lingering for just a second longer than necessary. Our eyes meet, and for a heartbeat, the calculus problems blur into the background, replaced by the quiet pull between us.

But then he clears his throat, pulling back slightly with a small, sheepish smile. “Focus,” he says softly, tapping my notebook with his pencil. “You’ve got this.”

The scent of his cologne mixed with the sight of his collarbones being exposed from the way he is positioned made my mind drift to things… other than calculus.

When he turned his head away from my notes, I found my self instantly turning his face towards me, locking eyes with him again. His brown, cat-like eyes were heavenly. His pupils dilated as his eyes trailed down to my lips, then eventually down to my barely exposed chest, complimented to the design on my shirt. His eyes trail back up to mine and he stutters “I-“

Before he could even mutter a fraction of a sentence, my lips crashed into his. His lips melted into the kiss and he started to move to my rhythm immediately.

The kiss deepened almost instantly, all the tension from the tutoring session melting away into something electric and consuming. His hands found their way to my waist, fingers pressing gently against the fabric of my shirt as he pulled me closer. The calculus notebook slipped forgotten to the floor as I shifted in my chair, our bodies naturally gravitating toward each other.

His lips were soft and warm, moving against mine with a tenderness that made my heart race. I could taste the faint sweetness of mint on his breath, feel the slight tremor in his hands as they traced along my sides. Every nerve ending seemed to come alive under his touch.

When we finally broke apart, both of us breathing heavily, his forehead rested against mine. His eyes were darker now, pupils dilated with something that made my stomach flutter with anticipation. The room felt smaller, the air charged with an energy that hadn’t been there during our study session.

“I’ve been wanting to do that all morning,” he whispered, his voice husky and low. His thumb brushed across my cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear with such gentle care that it made my heart skip.

I could only manage a soft smile in response, still dizzy from the kiss. The way he was looking at me, like I was the only thing that mattered in the world, made me feel beautiful, desired, completely lost in the moment.

This time, the kiss was hungrier, more urgent. His hands slid up from my waist to cup my face, his thumbs tracing gentle circles on my cheekbones as our lips moved together. I could feel his heart beating rapidly against his chest where our bodies pressed closer.

Without breaking the kiss, he gently guided me up from my chair, his hands steady and reassuring on my waist. We moved together, until I felt the edge of his bed against the back of my legs. He pulled away just enough to look into my eyes, his gaze searching for any hesitation.

“Is this okay?” he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper, his hands still resting on my waist.

I nodded, unable to find words, my heart pounding so loud I was sure he could hear it. He smiled that gentle smile that had become so familiar, then leaned down to kiss me again, this time slower, more deliberate.

His kisses started to trail down the side of my face, down my neck, leaving all of my sensitive spots with a gentle peck. He then went down to my collar bones and traced them with kisses down to my sternum.

“Can I take this off?” he whispers when he reached to top of my shirt. I give him a quick nod and hum of approval.

He begins to unbutton my shirt and leans back in for a kiss. Underneath the first few buttons reveals a jade colored lace bra that complimented my tits perfectly. He grabs one of them in his hand and squishes it a little before continuing to unbutton my shirt, eventually taking it off.

He brings his body closer between my thighs and I can feel his cock already fighting to break through his pants. He grabs both of my breasts and moves my bra out of the way, exposing my nipples.

“Mmmmm, such perfect tits” he says, bringing my nipples between his pointer finger and thumb. I let out a small gasp in reaction to the stimulation. He leans down, his breath hot against my skin as he takes one nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. I arch into him, a soft moan escaping my lips. He alternates between the two, sucking and nibbling until they're both hard and aching. I can feel the heat building between my legs, my body throbbing with need.

His hands roam over my body, exploring every curve, every inch of skin. He unbuttons my jeans, sliding them down slowly, his fingers grazing my thighs. I lift my hips to help him, and he tugs them off, along with my panties, leaving me completely bare in front of him.

He stands back for a moment, his eyes dark with desire as he takes in the sight of me. "You're so beautiful," he murmurs, his voice thick with want. He reaches out, tracing a finger along the inside of my thigh, making me shiver with anticipation.

I reach for him, pulling him down on top of me. Our bodies align perfectly, his hardness pressing against my softness. I can feel the heat of him,He kisses me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth as his hands roam over my body.

I reach down to his waist and lift his shirt up a bit. He lifts up his arms so I could slide off his shirt on one smooth motion. His abdomen was stunning. He wasn’t insanely muscular, but just enough to faintly see the outline of his abs. His shoulders were broad and his arms were toned and glimmered slightly from the sweat.

He reaches around my back to unhook my bra, slid it off from around my arms, and throws it to the side. “God, I’ve been waiting to see you like this.” he admits.

He kisses down my chest, to my stomach, then my waist and inner thighs. My soaked heat right in front of his mouth. He leans in closer, his breath hot against my sensitive flesh. I can feel the anticipation building, my body aching with need. He starts with gentle kisses on my inner thighs, teasing me, making me squirm. He slides his fingers between my folds, collecting my slick.

“Damn baby, you’re already so wet” he’s amazed at the sight of my bare pussy.

When his tongue finally makes contact, I gasp, my back arching off the bed. He takes his time, exploring every fold, every inch of me. His tongue is soft and warm, moving in slow, deliberate circles. I can feel the pleasure building, coiling tight in my belly.

He finds my clit, his tongue flicking over it lightly, sending jolts of electricity through my body. I moan, my hands gripping the sheets as he continues his torturously slow exploration. He slides two fingers inside me, curling them to hit that perfect spot. I cry out, my hips bucking against his hand.

He picks up the pace, his tongue and fingers moving in sync, driving me closer and closer to the edge. I can feel my orgasm building, my body tensing as the pleasure becomes almost too much to bear.

Just as I'm about to tip over the edge, he pulls back, his fingers still inside me, his thumb taking over the task of circling my clit. He looks up at me, his eyes dark with desire, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Come for me," he whispers, his voice husky and low. "I want to feel you fall apart."

His words send me over the edge. I cry out, my body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me. He rides out my orgasm, his fingers and thumb never stopping their relentless assault on my senses.

As I come down from my high, he leans up, his lips finding mine in a deep, passionate kiss. I can taste myself on him, and it only serves to stoke the fires of my desire once more.

He breaks the kiss, his forehead resting against mine. "You're so beautiful when you come," he murmurs, his voice filled with wonder and desire.

I smile, still breathless from my orgasm. "Your turn," I manage to gasp out, my hands reaching for his pants.

He chuckles, a low, sexy sound. I unbutton his pants and slide them down with his boxers. His cock sprang free with the tip leaking of precum. It’s a lot bigger than I expected. I don’t know how i’m going to fit this inside of my mouth, let alone my pussy.

I grab the base and guide the tip toward my lips, circling it with my tongue before attempting to suck it. I only manage to get about an inch or two in my mouth because of his girth. I lick up and down the base, stroking it with both of my hands.

“Yes baby, just like that” he groans, grabbing a fish full of my hair. He gently guides my head up and down, without force, as he feels the inside of my mouth.

He gets off of the bed and lays me on my back. He rests my legs on his shoulders and he slides his tip thought my wet folds. “Are you. ute you want to do this?” He asks

“Yes please, I want this more than anything” I cry out in desperation

He pushes in slowly, inch by inch, stretching me, filling me. I gasp, my nails digging into his back as he moves deeper and deeper. He starts to move, his hips rolling in a slow, steady rhythm. I can feel every inch of him, every ridge, every vein.

He slowly bottoms out and stays still, making sure I get used to his size before he continues splitting me open like a watermelon.

He leans down, his lips finding mine in a deep, passionate kiss. Our tongues dance together as our bodies move as one. “You can move now” I whisper as we pull away from the kiss.

He begins to move, his hips rolling in a slow, steady rhythm. I can feel every inch of him stretching me, filling me completely. The sensation is intense, almost overwhelming, but it's a pleasure I've never experienced before. I wrap my legs around his waist, urging him deeper, wanting to feel him as close as possible.

His movements become more urgent, but he maintains a deliberate pace, drawing out the pleasure. I can feel the sweat slicking our skin, our bodies sliding against each other with each thrust. The room fills with the sounds of our pleasure, the wet slapping of skin, the harshness of our breaths, and the soft moans escaping our lips.

He reaches down, his hand finding my clit, his fingers circling it in time with his thrusts. The dual sensations are almost too much, my body tensing as another orgasm builds deep within me. I can feel my inner muscles clenching around him, trying to draw him in deeper.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he groans, his voice strained with effort. "I want to make this last."

I can feel his cock swelling inside me, but he pulls back slightly, slowing his pace, drawing out the pleasure. "Don't hold back," I whisper, my voice breathless and pleading.

"Yess grip that dick" he grains breathlessly as i grip tighter from the overstimulation.

He leans down, capturing my lips in a fierce, demanding kiss as he continues to move, his hips rolling in a slow, steady rhythm. He reaches down, his fingers finding my clit again, circling it with a gentle, teasing touch. The sensation is intense, my body tensing as another orgasm builds deep within me.

He pulls back slightly, his hips moving in a slow, deliberate pace, drawing out the pleasure.

He leans down, his lips finding mine in a deep, passionate kiss. Our tongues dance together as our bodies move as one. "You can move faster now," I whisper as we pull away from the kiss.

He increases his pace, his hips moving in a faster desperate manner. I can feel his cock swelling inside me, his movements becoming more erratic. I meet his thrusts, my hips lifting to match his rhythm, urging him on. "Come with me," I whisper, my voice breathless and pleading. "I want to feel you come inside me."

His eyes meet mine, dark with desire and something more, something deeper. He leans down, capturing my lips in a fierce, demanding kiss as his body tenses. I can feel him pulsing inside me, his release triggering my own. I cry out into his mouth, my body convulsing around him as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me.

He collapses on top of me, his body shaking with the force of his release. We lie there for a moment, our breaths coming in ragged gasps, our hearts pounding against each other. He rolls off me, pulling me into his arms, our bodies still slick with sweat and desire.

"Wow," he murmurs, his voice soft and content. "That was... incredible."

I smile, nestling closer to him, my head resting on his chest. "It really was," I agree, my fingers tracing lazy patterns on his skin. "You were incredible."

He chuckles, a low, satisfied sound. "So were you. I've never felt anything like that before."

I prop myself up on one elbow, looking down at him. "Me neither. It was perfect."

He reaches up, cupping my face, his thumb brushing gently across my cheek. "You're perfect," he says, his voice filled with sincerity and something more, something that makes my heart skip a beat.

I lean down, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "So are you," I whisper against his mouth.

We lie there for a while longer, our bodies entwined, our hearts beating in sync. The world outside fades away, leaving just the two of us, lost in the afterglow of our passion. It's a moment of pure bliss, a connection that goes beyond the physical, a promise of something more.

I stir, stretching lazily, my body aching in the most delicious way. He watches me, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Stay with me," he says, his voice husky with emotion. "Stay the night. Stay forever."

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multicohn · 4 months ago

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summary: the rookies notice that their partner is missing from an important race and immediately thinks the worst

warnings: this took me DAYS to do 💀 some might be longer than others but keep in mind that i do like all the rookies and some were just easier to write for — ooc? since i don't know them that well, some might have similar situations but i tried to not have them as the same scenario — missing or misspelled words maybe? i might have missed it cause this is quite long — drivers wanting to die / thinking their s/o died ( jokingly ) — death jokes in general — just the rookies being dramatic and thinking the worse

pairing(s): gn! reader x jack doohan, gn! reader x isack hadjar, gn! reader x ollie bearman, gn! reader x kimi antonelli, gn! reader x gabriel bortoleto ( all written separately )

genre: fluff, dramtic drivers, established relationships

author note: lawson and alonso are not included

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jack doohan - australian grand prix

the first race of the season would be in jack’s home country. he felt excited, but also very nervous. jack wanted to prove that he deserves to be a main driver and that he can pull in results. sure, it’s only the first race, but if he doesn’t prove that he deserved that seat, he’ll be dropped quick.

jack bit his nails as he stood in the garage. he made it into the second round of qualifying, but was easily knocked down the longer it went.

was he upset? yes, but y/n made him see that it wasn't his fault.

now, however, jack hasn't seen y/n since that morning.

he's aware that they're most likely with pierre's girlfriend, kika, but they haven't answered any of his texts either. pierre wasn't worried, use to kika not coming until a few minutes before he had get in the car or she just came and go.

jack wasn't use to it though. y/n normally popped in to see him or at least texted him back.

did their phone die? break? is franco trying to steal them before stealing his seat? ARE THEY BEING THREATENED BY ESHAY'S?

"jack"

nevermind.

“y/n!” jack shouted in relief as they walked towards him

“sorry” they quickly kissed his cheek as kika walked away to do the same with pierre

“kika’s heel broke so we had to go get her a new pair of shoes and my phone went flat”

jack breathed out a sigh of relief before engulfing their partner in a hug.

"i thought i was going to die" y/n rolled their eyes

"i've always made it on time”

“yeah, well, i thought franco was trying something or that you were being threatened by an eshay” y/n nodded while trying not to laugh at the thought of jack thinking an eshay was trying to have a go at them

“i’ll make sure to remember to bring my portable” jack pouted at their words

“no. you’re not allowed to leave me at all on race days”

“what if i need to go toilet?"

"i'll stand outside"

"you can not be serious..."

jack placed his hands on their shoulders and stared right into their eyes.

"dead serious" y/n scoffed and started swatting him away.

"get in the car!"

"you haven't given me a good luck kiss yet!"

"you aren't getting one!"

"oh so you want me to crash?"

"jack!"

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isack hadjar - japanese grand prix

the sound of someone texting him made isack momentarily snap out of his trance and look down. a smile creeped onto his face as the familiar contact name of his partner sat at the top, but it slowly washed off his face as he read through their messages.

loml <3: baby im here!

loml <3: there’s lots of people

loml <3: they have ( favourite food )!

loml <3: hey so…

loml <3: i think im lost.

they hadn't been at the previous races due to conflicts with their own personal schedule, but had reassured him that they would be able to make it for this race and would be by his side for bahrain as well. isack had cheered when they revealed the news after friday's practice sessions ended.

y/n had landed a few hours ago, but isack was already making his way to the track when they did ( he had been dragged and strapped into the car by his manager because isack tried to run off to the airport ).

“isack?” his trainer knocked on the door and called out to him before opening it

“you good, mate?” isack only stared at his phone, his race suit still hanging around his waist

isack took a deep breath in and spun around.

his trainer blinked as he brushed past him, determination obvious. however, isack was walking away from the garage.

"wha — isack?! that's the wrong way!"

"no it isn't!"

the trainer quickly caught up to him and grabbed hold of isack's shoulder. the driver turned around, his determination had slipped and fear seemed to have consumed isack.

“what’s wrong?”

“my partner got lost"

"oh, well..." his trainer had no clue on how to comfort the driver who was trying to pull himself away

"at least they're here?" isack whipped around so fast that it startled his trainer

"that doesn't matter! they aren't with me! i can't race knowing they're not here waiting for me! what if they fell into a ditch and died or something!?"

he watched as his trainer opened his mouth to reply, but it fell on deaf ears as isack caught sight of y/n. he sprinted towards the garage, leaving his baffled trainer.

"y/n!" they didn't even have a chance to turn around before they felt isack crashing into their back, his arms tightly secured around them.

"i thought you fell into a ditch and died or something" y/n turned their head to stare at isack with an offended expression

"why was that your first thought?" isack didn't answer and continued to squeeze them tightly

( his trainer literally had to pull and carry him away from y/n so that he would get in the car )

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ollie bearman - british grand prix

despite their relationship still being relatively new, ollie found himself having "withdrawals" as kimi called it. he felt weird and itchy when y/n wasn’t by his side, but when they were ollie would just aimlessly follow them around. fans thought it was cute and started comparing him to a dog more than a bear.

however, ollie received devasting news on the day of the british grand prix.

they would be late.

ollie thought then and there that he should just die.

the young driver arrived at the paddock with sadness beneath his fake smile. he raced towards the garage, only gave short answers to those who questioned him about something or rushing through with signing something, barely having time for pictures. ollie didn't meant to come off as rude, but he really just wanted to curl up in his drivers room and wait for them, but he couldn't.

esteban who was hit with a sense of boredom wondered why he couldn't hear his teammate's usual chatter and when he peeked around the corner, all he saw is a pouting ollie.

"ollie? what's wrong?"

he mumbled an answer, but due to all the noise, esteban didn't hear a thing.

"what?" ollie huffed as he leaned closer to hear

"my partner isn't here"

he crossed his arms with an irritated expression while esteban glanced over at ollie's team who were all collectively ignoring the upset driver.

"they told me they were going to be late, but i didn't think it would be this late! what if they got into a car accident?!" he only had a few more minutes to spare before they would start forcing him into the car

esteban only nodded along as ollie continued to think the worse — he's certain he heard something about an alien abduction. the younger driver didn't even notice that his teammate had left halfway through until he spun around to see a tired looking y/n just walking in.

if ollie was a dog, his ears would’ve perked up and tail would be wagging.

“y/n!” he cheered before jumping them

thankfully, ollie had enough strength as to not let them fall over.

“ollie, you’re heavy, i can't breathe”

"you wouldn't be talking if you couldn't breathe" they groaned lightly as he pressed their bodies together

“why are you so late?”

“traffic”

“you should’ve ran” y/n scoffed

“yeah, don’t think so” ollie lifted his head from their ( neck / shoulder / chest — depends on height )

“do you… not love me enough?” his eyes widened at the thought while y/n stared silently at him, but that just made ollie grow even more nervous

“why aren’t you saying anything? do not love me anymore?!”

“ollie. get in the damn car”

“and now you’re trying to get rid of me?! y/n, i will cry”

“i don’t think your team will let me near you if you do”

“i’ll kill myself”

“ollie!”

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kimi antonelli - italian grand prix

kimi dislikes the word “possessive”. he isn’t possessive, he just doesn’t trust anyone around partner so they should stay by his side until he’s in the car and then stay beside someone he trusts while he races. that person was george’s girlfriend — carmen, but kimi’s hasn’t been liking her recently since she always stole them away.

y/n is HIS partner. how dare she keep them away from him.

carmen would pop up out of nowhere and take y/n away while george held him back from chasing them down. his partner would be returned before he had to get in the car, but that didn't matter to kimi, y/n should be with him the entire time unless they aren't allowed ( like meetings, but he was able to convince toto to let them in ).

kimi impatiently tapped his foot while george hummed to himself. he didn't speak, but kimi knew the older man was amused by the situation. would it be bad if he took george out right now? toto does favour him and valtteri is here, so it should be fine, right?

an evil glint sparkled in kimi's eyes that george was unaware of since his back was now turned.

"it's his fault for letting his girlfriend take away my partner" kimi nodded to himself as he glared at the taller man

however, he never got to initiate his plan.

"kimi"

"my purpose in life has been restored"

he sprinted towards his partner and snatched them away from carmen ( yes, kimi did glare at her, but she only laughed before going to george ).

“i hate when she does that” he scoffed before wrapping them in a tight squeeze

y/n wondered if their boyfriend was a snake in his past life by the way he hugged them.

“we just lost track of time” they managed to say, but kimi wasn’t having any of it

“you were almost late. i’m going to tie us together whenever she comes”

“you still have ten minutes”

“it would’ve been a hour, but noooo” y/n laughed and kimi finally loosened his hold on them

“sorry, sorry, i know important this race is to you” they threaded their fingers through his hair before pressing a quick kiss to kimi’s cheek

“is that all?”

“you got to put the rest of your stuff on”

“i’ll put it on when you kiss me properly”

“everyone’s looking…”

“y/n. i will not get into that car unless you kiss me”

they felt toto turn towards them and they cursed kimi quietly before pressing their lips to his.

kimi smiled happily and skipped off to put on the rest of his race gear.

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gabriel bortoleto - brazilian grand prix

this particular race weekend had been a huge deal for gabi and y/n is well aware of it. the driver felt bad about not being able to spend much time with their partner, but y/n understood and was able to keep themselves entertained without gabi.

“where are they?” he tapped his foot impatiently while staring at the empty hallway

practice and qualifying has gone well, the crowd went absolutely wild when he managed to push the car to p6, but then a few other drivers managed to get better times and that knocked him down to p10. gabi wasn’t upset about that though, what he is upset about is how his partner has seemingly disappeared the moment they arrived at the track.

sure, gabi does blame himself since he was instantly swept up with journalists and fans that seemed to increase every time someone left. y/n had given him a quick kiss before making their way to the sauber hospitality. gabi didn’t get to check in on them, at least physically, since he had a meeting and other duties to attend to before changing into his race suit. gabi didn’t think anything of it; they might have gone to get food or needed the bathroom.

but, this long? something must have happened.

he didn’t want to think the worst, but he couldn’t help it.

“how likely do you think someone here would be a kidnapper?” nico slowly turned towards gabi who stared at the wall, no thoughts seemingly behind the younger driver’s eyes

“what?” gabi blinked

“nothing” he tried to brush it off, but nico wasn’t having it

gabi sighed and started explain.

“maybe they ate something bad? or lost track of time?”

yeah, that seemed more reasonable than them being lured away and stuffed into a random van.

gabi thanked nico before wondering off back to his side of the garage.

"it's fine. maybe they did eat something bad or didn't realise how close the start time is — it's happened before..." he sighed and crossed his arms before closing his eyes

gabi drowned out the noise and envisioned himself on the track. it calmed his mind, but only slightly.

he didn't know much time had passed since he entered his own head, but gabi instantly recongised y/n the moment they were close enough. they always wear a certain ( perfume / cologne / spray, etc ) that gabi is all too familiar with, it helped that y/n is the only person he knows to wear it.

their arms wrapped around his ( waist / mid-section / shoulders ) and gabi opened his eyes and turned around.

"where were you?"

"i think i ate something weird"

a sigh slipped past his lips while his shoulders sunk in relief.

"at least weren't lured to a van and almost kidnapped"

"what?" gabi shook his head

"don't worry about it"

he pressed a soft kiss to their ( neck / cheek / forehead ) before walking away to grab his helmet. y/n stared at their boyfriend's back, confusion washing over them as they replied his words in their head.

"by the way..." with his helmet now in his hands, gabi walked back over to stand in front of them

"i'm going to handcuff us together if you leave like that again"

"gabi —" he cut them off with a kiss on the lips before quickly making his way to his car while putting on his helmet

y/n only sighed and rubbed their forehead.

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bloomzone · 3 months ago

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STUDY SYSTEM : DAILY STUDY ROUTINE ( EXAM EDITION)

hii looves so this blog is all abt how to optimizing your day for peak academic performance. This four-part daily system is the exact routine used during exam season especially finals to consistently achieve top grades with minimal stress. While the routine may appear complex at first glance it is built upon simple, intuitive principles rooted in human biology and psychology. It is not only practical but highly effective when followed consistently. You’ll learn to structure your day around ur natural energy cycles, use tools to boost focus, and incorporate essential periods of rest and release to maintain motivation and productivity.

SECTION 1: UNDERSTANDING UR ENERGY RHYTHM

The routine is built around the concept of the circadian rhythm, your body’s natural energy cycle throughout the day. On a standard day for example :

Energy peaks shortly after waking typically around 6:00 AM.

Energy dips mid-afternoon often around 2:30 or 3:00 PM.

A secondary energy peak occurs in the evening approximately around 7:00 PM.

Energy tapers off as bedtime approaches.

This predictable fluctuation is key to optimizing your study schedule. The two energy peaks will be your core study sessions, while the dip will be used as a rest period, and the late-night wind-down becomes your release period or bedtime .

SECTION 2: THE MORNING STUDY SESSION (STUDY SESSION #1)

◜⁠✧ Start Within One Hour of Waking Up

Your goal is to begin studying as soon as possible after waking, ideally within the first hour. Use the high energy of the morning to tackle your most challenging subjects.do ur morning routine quick as possible don't do intense workout or stuff like this cuz u will waste ur energy so always have a specific morning routine for days like these ! And u can workout go to the gym or whatever at the rest period !

Pre-Study Essentials:

1. Set Your Daily Goals (5 minutes)

Before starting, sit with a notebook or your computer and write down what you intend to accomplish. Be specific. Define exact tasks e.g. which past papers you’ll solve, which topics to review so u will be more organized during the day

2. Activate Focus with Three Optional Tools:

Caffeine — coffee, yerba mate, or tea to boost dopamine and adrenaline.

Cold Showers — a physiological wake-up that increases alertness (personally I don't do that lmao but if u can that's good !)

Focus Warm-up (1–2 minutes) — pick a point in your environment and concentrate on it intensely. This warms up your cognitive focus system before you start.

◜⁠✧Deep Work Sprint Format

Commit to a 2–4 hour study block.

Use timed work intervals: e.g., 25–30 minutes of focused work followed by 5-minute breaks.

Use a visual timer to create urgency and focus. This serves as a “deadline generator,” helping you push harder and maintain hope by offering visible progress.

─ ⊹key principle: work Like a warrior

Study in focused sprints. The more intense your focus, the less time you’ll need to study. The idea is depth over duration not 12 hours of mediocre attention, but 2–4 hours of deep concentration.

SECTION 3: MIDDAY REST PERIOD

Timing: After First Study Block Ends (~Early Afternoon)

At this point in the day, your energy naturally dips. It’s essential to give yourself permission to rest. This period is not for distractions like Netflix, YouTube, or social media.

◜⁠✧ Approved Activities:

Exercise or light sports

Socializing with friends/family

Taking a walk, especially outdoors

Napping (ideal: 20 minutes)

The goal here is active recovery choose activities that contrast focused work. Avoid anything with dopamine stimulation that mimics your “vices” or release behaviors.so this break allows your mind to reset, preventing burnout and increasing productivity in the next session.

SECTION 4: EVENING STUDY SESSION (STUDY SESSION #2)

Timing: During the Second Energy Peak (~6:00–8:00 PM)

Return for your second battle. This session is similar in structure to the morning study session, but with a few differences:

◜⁠✧ Change Your Environment:

Consider studying in a different location e.g., library, a new room, or another productive setting. (Personally I move from my desk to the guest room cuz it's far from family chaotic activities ifykyk )

This provides novelty and reduces boredom, which helps counteract distractions that are more likely to arise in the evening.

◜⁠✧ Eliminate Distractions:

If possible, leave your phone behind take that shit in another room

Create a space where your brain associates the environment with productivity.

◜⁠✧ Study Format:

Continue using timed sprints.

Session length: 2 to 3 hours, depending on your focus reserves.

The goal is to extract one final productive effort from your remaining focus reserves for the day.

SECTION 5: NIGHTLY RELEASE PERIOD

Timing: 1–2 Hours Before Bed

This period is crucial and often overlooked. It functions as your psychological release valve a scheduled time for indulging in your “vices” or desires.

◜⁠✧ why it matter

Without a controlled release period, distractions tend to creep in throughout the day. When you tell yourself you’ll “resist” TikTok or YouTube for three straight weeks during exams, it almost always backfires. You end up scattering distractions across the day, killing momentum and u will feel like shit

◜⁠✧ so solution:

Contain those activities to this specific window. Give yourself full permission to indulge whether it's gaming, scrolling, or Netflix. The only rule: Only do it at night.

◜⁠✧ psychological benefit:

You’ll find it easier to say “no” to distractions earlier in the day when you know you can give in later. It reduces the mental burden of constant suppression.

Caution:

This is not a prescription to develop new addictions or deepen existing ones. If you don’t feel the need for this release, skip it . But if you’re honest with yourself about your impulses, this structure helps you keep them in check.

◜⁠✧ ADAPTATION AND FLEXIBILITY

✧ Everyone has a unique biology. Some wake up at 5:00 AM, others at noon.

✧ Adjust the energy curve and study blocks to match your personal circadian rhythm.

✧ This is a template, not a strict prescription. Principles stay constant, execution varies.

KEY TAKEAWAYS:

🗝️ Two deep-focus sessions aligned with your body’s energy peaks yield greater results than dragging your mind across a 12-hour marathon.

🗝️ Midday rest and nightly release are components of a sustainable routine.

🗝️ Use tools like caffeine, timers, environment changes, and goal setting to maintain momentum and focus.

🗝️ Structure breeds freedom. When your day is mapped with intention, your brain is free to focus trust me with this one

✧ This daily routine is not about rigid hours or perfection. It’s about aligning your habits with your biology and respecting your mental bandwidth. When implemented consistently, this system transforms exam season from a stressful grind into an enjoyable and productive challenge.Now take what you've learned and design your daily routine with intention ✧

@bloomzone

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clockwayswrites · 1 year ago

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5 Times the JL Learned Batman was Married and the 1 Time They Met the Spouse.

One. Two. Three.

“I am sure that it is clear to everyone that the mission was almost a complete disaster.”

“Almost?” Superman asked with a smidgen of a smile.

Hal thought it was brave and very, very stupid of Superman to ask that while Batman was glaring at all of them like he’d squish them if they were just small enough for him to step. And if it wouldn't get his boots too dirty.

Batman’s glare narrowed to focus on Superman alone. “We’re alive. Barely.”

“Batman—”

“No,” Batman shut down Supes’ argument with a barked word. “No. While you might be unconcerned, not all of us are indestructible, Superman.”

That finally made Superman lose any amusement that he had and he look away from Batman, properly cowled. Hal felt a little sorry for the guy, but also Supes deserved that. Not all of them were naturally bullet proof and Batman didn’t even have any powers (it seemed).

“Everyone write up a report: what went wrong, what little went right, and what we should do differently. We will discuss it next week. Expect there to be more training sessions scheduled soon,” Batman ordered.

And then he turned and left with an overly dramatic flare of his cape.

“What?” Hal asked.

“He’s just… leaving?” Superman asked. He sounded a little lost.

Batman didn’t just leave when there was work to be done.

Diana rested a hand on big blue’s shoulder. “I believe you rather overstepped, my friend.”

Oh he was more hurt than any of them knew.

Hal jogged after the retreating form. “Hey, hey Spooky, wait a sec!”

Batman’s shadowed form almost hunched forward on itself as he stopped but didn’t turn around.

“What?”

“Just…” Some of Hal’s bravado left him now that he was actually having to ask; luckily Hal had bravado in spades. “I wanted to make sure you were too badly hurt. You took some hard hits out there and like you said, not all of us are bullet proof.”

Hal wasn’t sure if Batman would answer. More, Hal wasn’t sure if Batman would answer him of all people. They had found more of an understanding with each other lately: Hal let Batman do the planning and Batman trusted Hal (a little) to break the plan in the field, but they still clashed a lot.

Then Batman let out a weary sounding huff of air. “There is nothing major. Everything will heal, though I could use plenty of ice and a good whiskey.”

Hal let himself chuckle at that. “Man, I feel that. A good whiskey, or lots of bad beer, sounds good. I just wanted to make sure. You’re rushing out of here like there’s a fire on your ass. Would hate for you to be bleeding out or something.”

Another long pause that Hal tried not to fidget through.

“It’s late. I would like to get home to enjoy my anniversary while there is still any of it left.”

“Your— oh, shit, yeah man, get out of here!” Hal said, waving Batman away.

What the hell, Hal wondered as he watched Batman sweep away for a second time, Spooky was married?

#dp x dc #spirit halloween ship #5 + 1 fic #first time write Hal #i think #hope I didn't mess him up too much

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yuujispinkhair · 5 months ago

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I WANNA BE YOUR ENDGAME – Chapter 13

🏒❤️ A Hockey Romance feat. modern!Sukuna

Pairing: HockeyPlayer!Sukuna x Reader (female) Genre: College AU, Hockey AU, fluff + smut Playlist: I wanna be your Endgame Word Count: 4.5k Warnings: 18+, smut, cigarettes, alcohol. Fuckbuddies to lovers. Reader is a creative writing student. Sukuna is an ice hockey player + history student. This story will have approximately 16 chapters. Minors don't interact. Header by me. Divider @/benkeibear

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When your boyfriend is an ice hockey player, finding time for a date can be tough. Sure, you and Sukuna always spend lunch breaks together, meet in the library, or tumble into bed together in between practice or assignments. But planning something that goes beyond those everyday things is quite the challenge.

Sukuna's days are filled with a busy schedule. Hockey training, team meetings, morning runs, daily gym sessions, and seemingly endless hours of watching and analyzing his opponents' games. Sukuna doesn't just give 100% but 200%. It's a trait you find incredibly hot, but it also makes it hard to find time for a date.

Sukuna says he would skip practice for you. But you don't want that. It would make you feel guilty. You know how important hockey is to him, and you love how invested he is. But you certainly can't say no when he stands in front of you with his sexy, boyish grin and tells you,

"If you don't want me to skip practice for a date, then join me at the gym or on my morning runs."

So yes, you blame Sukuna's charming personality and your own foolishness for getting yourself into this situation: jogging down the dark road long before the rest of the campus comes alive, panting loudly and coughing as you run as fast as you can, in your desperate attempt of trying to keep up with your super athletic boyfriend, who jogs several meters before you at a, for his standards, very leisurely pace.

You know he is holding back for you. It makes your own poor attempt even more pathetic. Sukuna doesn't even break a sweat. When he turns to smirk at you, he looks perfect, as always, winking at you and making flirty teasing comments as if he is chilling on the couch with you and not jogging across the campus at an ungodly hour in the morning.

Sukuna looks mouth-watering. As if he is grinning at you from the cover of a Men's Health magazine. Sleeveless black compression shirt and red shorts that give you the best view of Sukuna's firm ass and those tantalizing thigh tattoos that still make you lose your mind every time you see them. His buff muscles flex attractively with every move. His lopsided boyish grin only adds to his overall handsome features. Sukuna looks sexy as hell.

Something you don't think can be said about you at this moment. You were skeptical from the moment Sukuna suggested joining him on his morning runs so you could spend more time together. You are fully aware of how unathletic you are and how super athletic Sukuna is. But it touches you that he asked you to join him, obviously wanting to spend more time with you. And so you agreed.

But right now, you regret saying yes. It's six in the morning, you have had no breakfast yet, and you feel nauseous from all the physical activity. You are panting and sweating heavily, but no matter how fast you run, you can't keep up with your hockey boyfriend.

Sukuna looks over his broad shoulder as he slows down even more, a playful smirk on his face, as he calls out to you,

"Come on, princess, catch me!"

"I.. ah...ah, I can't..."

Sukuna just laughs and turns around fully, running backwards now so he can look at you. You feel embarrassment creeping over you, knowing full well that you must look like a mess. Sweating and out of breath. Completely at your limit.

"Don't look at me, Kuna!"

But your boyfriend just smirks even broader, his maroon eyes filled with amusement, as he teases you,

"Why? I thought you like to get my attention?"

But the teasing playfulness vanishes from his face a second later when you suddenly stumble over your own feet, overcome by a sudden wave of dizziness and nausea. You gasp loudly, but before you can fall, Sukuna is already in front of you. Catching you once again before you hit the ground.

"Careful, princess. Are you okay?"

His strong arms hold you up, his low voice that was so teasing a second ago now filled with genuine worry.

You hum weakly, seeing black spots dancing before your eyes as you practically slump into Sukuna's muscular arms, unable to stay upright by yourself.

"I... hate... running. Especially in the mornings. I don't think my blood circulation is made for this."

You turn your head, burying your face in Sukuna's broad chest, clinging tightly to him, hiding your face in his chest. You feel his strong arms tightening reassuringly around you, and you slump bonelessly against his tall, firm body.

Sukuna laughs softly, a low rumbling in his chest that you don't just hear but also feel against your cheek,

"Why didn't you tell me you don't like morning runs? I would have never asked you to join me if I knew."

"Because I thought it was really sweet of you to ask. And I wanted to spend more time with you."

Sukuna laughs again, hugging you even tighter to him as he rests his chin on your head.

"Yeah, well, I only want to take you on dates you actually can enjoy. Not ones that make you pass out."

You shake your head, laughing into Sukuna's chest,

"I guess this date failed. Sorry!"

"Don't be sorry, sweetheart. I will find a better idea. Hey, if I let go of you for a second, can you stand, or will you fall over?"

You lift your head, looking up at Sukuna's tattooed face, nodding slowly as you loosen your tight grip on his tanktop,

"Yeah... I can stand."

Sukuna watches you for a long moment as if he needs to make sure, but then he carefully takes a step back, slowly letting go of you. But only to turn around and bend down and point a long tattooed finger at his muscular back.

"Come on, princess, hop on. I'll carry you."

You don't even try to turn down his offer. You are too exhausted and too wobbly on your legs to even think about walking home by yourself. And, after all, Sukuna is strong.

You climb onto his broad back, grateful for his strong, large hands that wrap around your calves, helping you and giving you a feeling of safety as Sukuna straightens up to his proud 6'3" height.

You let out a relieved breath as he starts walking, carrying you piggyback seemingly without any problems. You slump against Sukuna's muscular back, hugging him tightly and wrapping your legs around him, feeling like some koala with the way you cling to him.

"Thank you, baby."

Sukuna snorts, followed by a low chuckle,

"You're welcome, princess. Just don't puke over my hair!"

You groan loudly, but it turns into a laugh when you reach out to ruffle Sukuna's pink hair playfully,

"Wouldn't that be a cute date?"

Sukuna carries you all the way back to his dorm and into his apartment, past his brother, who stands in the kitchen and grins at the two of you as he lifts a coffee mug in greeting.

"Interesting new morning workout, bro."

"Shut up, brat. The real workout will happen in the shower, so you better fuck off and give us some privacy."

Making you hide your face in Sukuna's broad back while the twins bicker with each other about their sex lives or lack of.

Sukuna really carries you into the bathroom and slams the door shut behind you, finally letting you carefully slide off his back. Only to corner you against the door with a flirty smirk on his handsome face and his large tattooed hands pulling your t-shirt up.

"I wasn't joking, you know. Be my workout partner in the shower."

His lips find yours, kissing you heatedly while you both tear at each other's workout clothes. And only a short moment later, you get swooped up again and carried into the shower, where Sukuna has you pushed up against the shower wall in no time at all, swallowing your moans with his lips while he fucks you with fast, deep thrusts.

Twenty minutes later, you stand next to Sukuna in front of the bathroom mirror, applying your skincare while stealing slightly flustered glances at your boyfriend, who just fucked your brains out even after carrying you across campus.

Sukuna doesn't look flustered at all but instead grins at you when he catches you staring in the mirror,

"I guess I made up for our failed morning-run-date, huh?"

You splutter helplessly, but Sukuna's grin just turns bigger. He grabs his cherry-scented hair gel, applying it meticulously, while he tells you in a much more serious voice,

"I promise you, I will take you on the best date, princess."

But before the two of you find time for a date, Saturday rolls around, which means ice hockey. The Tigers play at home, and so you and Nobara stroll to the arena to watch Sukuna's game. Of course, Nobara complains on the whole way, but you just grin to yourself, knowing that she would never let you down and will always drag her pretty ass off the couch to keep you company at your boyfriend's games.

She is in the middle of a rant about how stupid she finds hockey players when you receive a text message from one of said players. A smile spreads over your face as you read it. You jerk your chin towards Nobara and stop her monologue by telling her,

"Sukuna arranged for us to have special seats."

Nobara's eyes widen, and she lunges towards you, grabbing your hand to yank your phone towards her before you can stop her. Her eyebrows shoot to the sky as she reads Sukuna's message with the casual "Love you, baby" and your reply, which is equally lovey-dovey.

"The two of you are so disgustingly cute. It makes me want to puke!"

You huff, feeling your face get hot even as you start to argue with her, but Nobara shuts you down by laughing and linking her arm with yours, pulling you along into the already super crowded arena. She grins at you, yelling over the loud noises in the arena,

"At least your Kirby boy got us better seats! I hope we also get free drinks and snacks!"

"I don't think that's how it works, Nobara!"

But you can't stop smiling broadly as you make your way through the crowd. The new seats are really amazing. They are probably the best in the whole arena, with a perfect view of the rink and the snack stand only a few rows away.

The players enter the ice a few minutes later, and you feel the familiar adrenaline fill your veins. You have come to absolutely love the atmosphere in the hockey arena. The excitement, the loud cheers, the sound of the metal blades on the ice, and the hockey sticks meeting each other.

Sukuna enters the ice, and your eyes are instantly glued to him. His helmet is casually tugged under one arm as he lifts his head proudly. He looks so hot. Tall and broad with that sexy conviction written all over his tattooed face. Everyone can see how intent on winning he is. Ambitious and confident.

The whole arena chants his name, but his gaze immediately strays to you. A lazy, sexy smirk spreads over Sukuna's tattooed face as he lifts a large hand in greeting.

You draw in a sharp breath, Sukuna's intense, deep gaze hitting you so hard somehow, making everything even more real at that moment. This is Sukuna's first game, that you watch since the two of you became a couple. This sexy guy on the ice isn't just your fuckbuddy anymore, not just the hot hockey player who somehow decided you are his lucky charm. Sukuna is your boyfriend!

A stupid smile lifts your lips. You feel light-headed all of a sudden as Sukuna's smirk softens into a smile, too. He winks at you, making a kissy face in your direction, completely unashamed about this very public display of affection.

A happy giggle escapes your broadly smiling lips as you beam at Sukuna. You mouth the words "Good luck!" and Sukuna smiles broadly at you, mouthing something back while pointing at you, and you think it means, "I will score a goal for you, baby."

You blow him a kiss, hearing Nobara next to you make a retching noise.

But you don't care about the groaning coming from Nobara as you sit down on your seat again, getting ready to watch your boyfriend's ice hockey game.

Sukuna is marvelous as always, leaving you starstruck with his fast and brutal play style. He's skating across the rink at neck-break speed, skilled and confident, like the King that he is. Yuuji and Todo are on his left and right, body-checking their opponents to keep them away from Sukuna. And Sukuna takes on the rest of the players who dare get in his way, slamming them into the boards or onto the ice with his full body weight, not letting anyone or anything stop him on his way to the goal.

When Sukuna scores the first time, the puck hits the net so hard it almost seems to tear, and the whole arena is on their feet, screaming and cheering, celebrating their star player. Sukuna pushes one hand in the air in a victorious gesture, his brother jumping onto his back, yanking Sukuna's helmet off to ruffle his pink hair, making Sukuna laugh, looking so genuinely happy that it makes your heart thump wildly.

You are in the stands clapping and cheering, smiling from ear to ear, when Sukuna's maroon gaze finds you, and he grins proudly at you. He says something again, and this time, you can read it unmistakenly off his lips,

"For you."

It sends the butterflies in your stomach fluttering crazily, and you laugh and lift your hands in a big heart, laughing even louder when Nobara elbows you,

"Oh, stop it! You are so embarrassing! I swear he looks so fucking stupid like that! And now you also join in. I cannot do this! I will get a sugar shock from all the disgusting sweetness!"

But you keep laughing and feel your heart race when Sukuna grins and winks at you, making another kissy face in your direction. He doesn't mind that the whole hockey arena sees what he is doing. Everyone can know that you are his, and he is yours. And you know 100% that anyone who dares make a rude comment about Sukuna being so soft for his girl will receive a brutal body check that sends them facefirst onto the ice or into the boards.

It's a thought that makes you smile even more broadly. You are Sukuna's official girlfriend. His number-one fan. His lucky charm. His girl.

You get your cute date a week later. The perfect date.

Sukuna sends you a text message while you are in class on Monday morning, casually informing you about his plans.

Sukuna 🏒👑❤️: Make sure to be free this Friday at 8 pm, princess. I'm taking you on a date. And I promise it doesn't involve running this time ;)

You: Where are we going?

Sukuna 🏒👑❤️: It's a surprise. But wear your best dress.

When you ask Sukuna later on about the location, he just smirks smugly at you and ruffles your hair, making you squeal and pat this hand away while he says,

"Don't even bother, baby. My lips are sealed. You'll find out on Friday."

So, on Friday evening, you pace up and down the living area of your apartment impatiently, wearing your best dress after spending an hour on your makeup, which Nobara even helped you with.

Sukuna's taking you to a restaurant, you are pretty sure about that. But you are low-key worried that you will be overdressed with the pastel pink cocktail dress with the chiffon sleeves and the glittery flowers sewn on the waistline. It's a dress you bought a few years ago for a wedding party.

But then Sukuna knocks on your door, and you yank it open impatiently, only to gasp when you see him. You were definitely right to wear your most fancy dress. Because your boyfriend is also dressed to the nines. And he looks hellishly attractive!

Sukuna is wearing a black suit that sits snugly on his tall and muscular body, accentuating his athletic figure perfectly. Combined with a dark red dress shirt that brings out his maroon eyes, a black tie, and some really nice black shoes. In his hands is a huge bouquet of red, pastel pink, and white roses that he pushes into your arms as he leans down to kiss your cheek.

You automatically take the flowers but are too busy staring at Sukuna. He looks so handsome that you can't stop yourself from letting your gaze slowly travel over his body. When you finally reach his tattooed face, you are greeted by Sukuna's broad grin.

"Like what you see, princess?"

"Yeah, you look really good, baby."

He grins broadly at you, raising an eyebrow cockingly as he shrugs,

"I always do."

"Oh, Kuna!"

You roll your eyes, smacking his broad shoulders playfully, and groan dramatically, which turns into a happy chuckle when you feel Sukuna sneak his strong arms around your waist and pull you to him.

You wrap one hand around Sukuna's tie to lightly tug on it as you get on your tiptoes to kiss him. You can feel his lips lift in a smile when he kisses you back, slow and teasingly, licking into your mouth in a way that makes you a bit dizzy.

But Sukuna pulls away again after a moment, only his large hand stays on the small of your back, caressing you lightly. His low voice is a velvety murmur,

"You look absolutely beautiful, princess. Clearly stealing the spotlight from me, and that is not something I say lightly."

He winks at you, making you burst out laughing happily as you finally take time to look at the flowers in your hand, bringing them to your nose to inhale their scent.

"The flowers are so pretty. Thank you so much!"

And as smug as Sukuna usually acts, you see his face turn into an almost flustered expression. To your surprise, your bad boy makes a gesture that you only knew from his twin brother so far. He averts his gaze, lifts his large hand, and scratches his neck, staring at a space slightly left to your face while he informs you,

"I wasn't satisfied with the bouquets that woman at the flower shop showed me, so I had her make one exactly how I wanted it for you. Pink is you, and red is me... and the white is for my Tigers hoodie that I wore when you slammed into me at our first meeting."

You are sure your heart just melted into a puddle. A little squeaky noise escapes your lips as you lunge at Sukuna, wrapping your arms around him and hugging him tightly. And he chuckles and asks,

"What?"

"Oh, nothing... I just think you are the best."

And you know he can feel your smile against his chest just like you can feel his smile when he leans down to breathe a kiss on your forehead.

"Did you win the lottery?"

You look incredulously at Sukuna as you stand in front of the fanciest restaurant in the whole region. Sukuna just grins at you, lifting one eyebrow playfully,

"Only the best is good enough for my girl."

"But..."

"Shhh. This is a special occasion, so let me spend a little money. I swear it's okay. I know someone who works here. He used to play hockey with me, and he gives me a discount."

You are sure that even with a discount, the meal is still too expensive for a college student, but you don't say it and instead just smile at Sukuna and thank him as you bump into his side.

The guy at the reception desk waves over a waiter, who leads you to your table for two. You feel your pulse race as you walk on Sukuna's arm, feeling as if you got teleported into a romance novel where the main character gets introduced to the fancy life at some Mafia prince's side or something.

The thought makes you laugh softly under your breath, and Sukuna only adds to that little fantasy, acting like a true gentleman. He pulls out your chair, helps you sit down, and then holds your hand atop the table, occasionally bringing it to his lips and kissing your fingers, giving you crazy butterflies with everything he does.

The food is incredible, and Sukuna is a charming conversation partner, who is funny and smart, just like you know him from your lunch breaks in the dining hall. But tonight feels different. Special. Almost magical. Both of you are dressed in your fanciest clothes, sitting in this exclusive restaurant, surrounded by an elegant and luxurious atmosphere, while your table is filled with the fanciest meal you have ever seen.

Sukuna really went all out. He truly meant it when he promised to take you on the best date.

The four-course meal he booked is delicious, and the wine that goes with it tastes amazing, even though you doubt you have the exquisite taste buds for actually being able to tell which wine is good and which isn't. You eat the delicious food, drink your wine, and toast to your newly updated relationship status, joking around and flirting playfully the whole time.

By the time your dessert arrives, you feel completely happy and satisfied, exhilarated by the luxurious meal and Sukuna's company. The waiter places a huge plate with various desserts in front of each of you, making you go, "Ooooh!" which brings a super pleased grin to Sukuna's face.

You both dig into your desserts, but you realize that Sukuna doesn't touch one of the variations at all. The one which you like the most. A knowing smile plays around his lips when he scoops some of it onto his spoon and offers it to you wordlessly.

You smile at Sukuna, whispering a thank you when he brings the spoon to your lips, and feeds you your favorite dessert. It's cute, loving, and even sexy, given how sensual the act of it is. Your heart beats even faster, making you feel so light-headed and happy that you can't stop smiling.

Sukuna looks happy, too, and it makes your heart flutter. He must have really wanted to excel at this whole date thing and make this evening special. Because you are special to him.

You watch him eat, soon finding out which dessert is his fave, and safe it up for him, too, which leads to both of you playfully reaching across the table to feed each other the other's favorite dessert, laughing and joking around until both of your plates are empty.

Sukuna's large hand wraps lightly around your wrist, holding it as he lets you feed him the last spoon of the cherry chocolate pudding he liked the most. A small grin plays around his lips as he takes the spoon carefully into his mouth, and his maroon eyes look deeply into yours.

It makes you flustered somehow, feeling like a teenager on her first date, and you giggle nervously as you feel your face get hot. But you don't look away, too transfixed by how good Sukuna looks and by the warmth in his eyes when he looks at you.

"This is the best date I've ever had, Kuna."

His smirk is smug as hell when he replies with a,

"That was my goal."

At the same moment as you add,

"But you really didn't have to spend so much money on me! I would have also been happy with eating your home-cooked dinner."

Sukuna laughs softly, that low rumble that makes the hairs on your arms stand up and makes that delicious tingling feeling flow through your veins. His maroon eyes gaze deeply into yours, so serious despite his cocky attitude,

"This is our first real date, princess. I want it to be one you will never forget. Not my everyday cooking in my kitchen, not a stupid hockey party or a mediocre restaurant that you can just visit every day. I want it to be special."

You are sure Sukuna can see the little hearts in your eyes because that's how you feel. Overflowing with affection and love. No one ever put that much effort into being with you.

Just when you are about to get too emotional, Sukuna adds with a little smirk,

"And I definitely had to find something better than a morning run that almost made you puke."

You look into his eyes for a long moment, trying to control yourself, but you can't hold back and snort loudly, bursting out with laughter. Too loud for this solemn atmosphere. You press a hand over your mouth, but you can't stop, tears welling up in your eyes from how hard you are laughing. And Sukuna joins in, laughing the kind of laugh that he only allows you and his twin to see.

It earns the two of you some scandalized stares. The tables around you seem to be so calm and collected, so professional and restrained even at a private dinner, and your loud laughter is so completely opposite to that and carries through the whole room, making everyone look at you. But it makes you laugh even more, unable to stop, while you still look at Sukuna.

The guy at the table next to yours clears his throat loudly, catching Sukuna's attention, who cocks his head at the man while raising an eyebrow slowly,

"What? Are you allergic to fun?"

The man and his wife both inhale sharply, eyes widening, both opening their mouths but then closing them again without saying anything after taking a good look at Sukuna's tattooed face. And you hide your face in your hands as more loud laughter bubbles out of your mouth.

You feel exhilarated when you walk to Sukuna's car, a bubbly feeling in your chest and a smile on your face even as the chilly nightair hits your naked shoulders and makes you shiver. But Sukuna is perceptive as always, immediately taking off his suit jacket to drape it over your shoulders before he wraps his arm around you and pulls you against his side to keep you warm.

You are sure anyone who walks past you can see how smitten you are. It's a wonderful feeling, the kind that makes you smile nonstop. Even more so when you reach Sukuna's car, and he holds open the door for you and closes it carefully behind you before he jogs casually around the car and gets into the driver seat with a dazzling smile on his tattooed face.

The drive back to campus takes about an hour. You spend most of it in comfortable silence and the occasional laugh when you remember the way the other guests reacted to your laughing fit. Sukuna lights a cigarette, smiling as he takes a deep drag and slowly exhales the smoke. He quickly turns up the heat, making sure you stay warm despite the open car window.

And you sigh happily as you snuggle into Sukuna's jacket and lean back in the comfy leather seat, reaching out to put one hand on Sukuna's muscular thigh, where it stays the whole drive home.

Sukuna parks in front of your dorm and walks you to your door, still the perfect gentleman. But before you can remark on it, he kisses you. A sweet, deep French kiss, where both of his tattooed hands cup your cheeks, and he tilts your head back to kiss you even deeper.

You feel weak in the knees, grateful for Sukuna's tall, strong body to lean against, sighing softly into the kiss, wishing it will never end.

When Sukuna pulls away, you reach out immediately and grab his tie, smiling at him as you let your gaze trail over him again. He really looks fine as hell. You tug on his tie, pulling him closer again, and tilt your head to grin up at him,

"Hey, where do you think you're going? Stay the night, baby. I want this date to last the whole rest of the day."

And Sukuna's eyes twinkle playfully as he grabs your chin and slowly leans down,

"I'm going nowhere. As long as you'll have me, I will always stay the night, princess."

SIGHHHHHHH 💗💗 That date with him would make me melt, too. I hope you enjoyed it!! The thought of Sukuna dressing super nice in a suit and tie is always very delicious to me.

Thank you so much for reading and for all the love! I hope you liked the new chapter. Comments and reblogs would be very sweet 💗

In Chapter 14, we will see our dear dormmate Nobara maybe becoming a bit softer for our hockey boyfie lol + Reader taking care of a pissed-off Sukuna, who lost a game ;) He needs us so bad 😘

#sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #sukuna smut #sukuna fluff #sukuna #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk x you #jjk fluff #sukuna x y/n #jjk x y/n

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kyunghwannie · 4 months ago

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Entangled In A Dance Of Love (Part-2: Confirmation of Love and Heartbreak) [18+]

Ft. TWICE's Hirai Momo, Minatozaki Sana x M!Reader

Genre: Romance and Love Tension- mostly, Smut-15%? (Only with Momo..yet), Love Triangle

Tags: Anal, Titjob, Breeding, Dom!Momo, Roughness(?), Face-fucking, subtle degradation and praise

Description: Well, Why is Momo so hard on you? Who knows what's gotten into her after Sana joined the game.. But you can't deny that there's going to be some confrontation or confirmation but surely a heart break as well.

(This is my first ever smut I've ever written, iam generally a shy person so i tried my best on the smut. Iam still learning on how to write it with good depiction. So bare with me for now)

Stream MISAMO "Haute Couture" album!

Two Months Later -

Time had slipped through your fingers like sand.

Somewhere between the grueling practices, the unrelenting training schedules, and the ever-present pressure of living up to your title as JYP's ace trainee, the days had blurred into weeks.

And now, two months later, you were here-late 2023, sitting in your dorm room after yet another brutal dance session with Momo.

You barely had the energy to lift your arms, much less process how much had changed in such a short span of time.

Momo's training had been ruthless.

She pushed you to your limits-and then past them.

At first, it had been purely professional, her guidance sharp, her expectations high.

But as the weeks passed... something shifted.

It wasn't just about polishing your dance skills anymore.

There was an undercurrent, a silent tension that neither of you addressed but both of you felt.

The way her gaze would linger a fraction longer than necessary.

The way her voice softened-just slightly-when she corrected you.

The way she seemed... almost possessive when others brought up your name.

And then there was Sana.

You weren't stupid.

You had noticed the way she had inserted herself into your life.

Unlike Momo, Sana didn't push you until you collapsed.

She didn't demand perfection.

Instead, she snuck into your world like a warm breeze-effortless, natural, dangerously comfortable.

She'd drop by unannounced with snacks, casually throwing her arm around your shoulder as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

She'd tease you, flirt just enough to keep you on edge, but never enough to make it clear what she truly wanted.

And the worst part?

You didn't know what to do about it.

Momo was your mentor.

Sana was your sunbae.

And you? You were just a trainee-caught in the crossfire between two of TWICE's most unpredictable women.

Leaning back on your dorm bed, you let out a long sigh, staring up at the ceiling.

This was getting dangerous.

But the question was...

Dangerous for whom?

---

You exhaled, staring at the ceiling, letting your body sink into the mattress. Every muscle in your body protested in soreness, a dull ache settling deep into your bones from the past two months of non-stop training.

And just when you thought you could have at least one evening to breathe...

Your phone vibrated.

You barely had the strength to lift it, but curiosity won over exhaustion-a mistake you instantly regretted.

[JYP Training Schedule]

Dance Training (Mentor: Momo) - Last Session of the Day: 6:30 PM

Your fingers went limp, the phone slipping from your grasp, landing on your stomach with a soft thud.

Y/N: "No... no, please... Not today... Not her... Not again..."

You could feel tears stinging at the corners of your eyes.

The kind born from pure, existential suffering.

It wasn't just dance training.

It was training with Momo.

Two hours-minimum-of relentless footwork, brutal conditioning, and the suffocating feeling of her sharp gaze analyzing every single one of your movements.

You could already hear her voice echoing in your head-

"Again."

"That was sloppy, Y/N."

"Are you giving up already? I thought you were the ace."

Y/N: "I just... I just wanted a moment to exist..."

You turned your head to stare at the clock. 4:12 PM.

Two hours and eighteen minutes until your inevitable demise.

Your stomach twisted, knowing exactly how the evening would go.

Momo wouldn't go easy on you.

Not even a little.

And worse? She'd be in one of her "moods."

Ever since Sana had inserted herself into your life, Momo had been different. She masked it well-still the same strict mentor, the same composed sunbae-but you weren't an idiot.

She was being pushy, more intense than usual, as if trying to stamp out any external influences-especially a certain Minatozaki Sana.

And that meant hell for you.

You groaned, dragging a hand down your face.

Maybe if you faked death, you could get out of it.

...No, Momo would probably still drag your lifeless body onto the dance floor.

You stared at the ceiling, lips trembling, tears welling up as a dramatic sense of despair settled deep in your soul.

Y/N: "Why... why must I suffer like this?"

You turned to your side, clutching your pillow like it held the answers to life's greatest mysteries.

Y/N: "I was just an innocent ONCE... a devoted fan... a humble admirer of my sunbaenims..."

A single tear rolled down your cheek as you sniffled dramatically.

Y/N: "I used to be the one watching their performances from behind my laptop screen, replaying their dance practice videos like a student of the arts... And now... now I am the victim of one of them..."

You turned onto your back again, eyes glossed over as you remembered the first time you saw Momo dance. The way she owned the stage, her movements effortless yet deadly, as if she were born to command the rhythm itself.

Y/N: "I admired her... I loved her work... I treated her like a goddess..."

You sat up suddenly, gripping your blanket in sheer betrayal.

Y/N: "So why is she the reason I collapse after every session like a shrimp?!"

You had never doubted your love for TWICE before.

But after two months of merciless training under Hirai Momo...

...you were starting to question if this was what ONCEs were meant to suffer.

Y/N: "I just wanted to support my idols... not be tortured by one..."

The irony wasn't lost on you.

You had spent years as a dedicated fan, hyping them up, watching their performances in awe, admiring their talent.

Now?

Now you were personally experiencing that talent in the most agonizing way possible.

And yet...

Your stomach sank as you realized something even worse.

Even though Momo put you through hell every session...

...you never once considered giving up.

Not because you had to.

But because you still admired her.

Y/N: "Damn it..."

You rolled onto your stomach, burying your face into your pillow with a muffled, frustrated scream.

You sat up instantly, heart pounding in your chest as an existential dread settled in.

Y/N: "No... no, no, no, no, no!"

Your hands clutched your head as your brain spiraled into a worst-case scenario. Momo wouldn't do that to me, right?

She wouldn't... she wouldn't make me do that again.

Not "Set Me Free.".

The hell that was TWICE's powerhouse anthem, a song that burned every fiber of your being every time you danced it.

A song that drained the very soul from your body.

A song that, at this point, you had danced so many times under Momo's supervision that even hearing the intro sent a traumatic jolt down your spine.

And yet... what if she made you do it again?

Your breath hitched.

No. No. NO.

Your hands clawed at your blanket as a flashback hit you like a freight train.

- Two weeks ago. -

Momo stood before you, arms crossed, lips curling into a satisfied smirk as you gasped for air, drenched in sweat, kneeling on the hardwood floor of the practice room.

Momo: "Again."

Your soul left your body.

Y/N: "Sunbaenim... I... I can't..."

Your arms trembled as you barely held yourself up, your body on the verge of collapse after dancing Set Me Free five times in a row without a single long break.

Momo tilted her head, raising a brow.

Momo: "Oh? But weren't you the 'Ace Trainee'? The one who can do everything?"

Y/N: "I can... but I also want to live..."

Momo hummed, crouching before you, her sharp gaze locking onto yours.

Momo: "Then prove it."

She reached for the speaker, finger hovering over the play button, and in that moment, you swore you saw your life flash before your eyes.

- Now. -

You shot up from your bed, panting.

Y/N: "SHE WOULDN'T DARE!"

...

...would she?

You grabbed your phone, scrolling to your messages, desperately searching for something-anything-that would confirm today's training agenda.

Nothing.

Y/N: "No. No, no, no, no, no-"

You shoved your blanket off, scrambling out of bed like your life depended on it.

You had to mentally prepare.

If Momo wasn't planning to make you dance Set Me Free tonight, then fine.

But if she was...

You needed to have your will written.

You stepped into the practice room, shoulders still tense from your earlier panic attack over Set Me Free.

The air was still, the mirrored walls reflecting your nervous figure as you set down your bag.

Your legs still felt wobbly, the trauma from past training sessions etched into your muscles, but you tried to shake it off.

Y/N: "Alright... maybe today won't be that bad..."

A loud thud made you flinch.

The door swung open.

Hirai Momo had entered the chat.

And she looked pissed.

You froze, watching as she walked in, a storm brewing in her dark eyes. Her lips were pressed tight, jaw set, and if looks could kill-

Well, you would have been dead before you could even breathe.

Your soul left your body.

You hadn't even done anything wrong today!

...Had you?

Momo dropped her bag, cracking her neck as she eyed you like a predator sizing up its prey.

Momo: "We're doing variations today."

Her voice was calm. Too calm.

That was not a good sign.

Y/N: "V-Variations?"

Momo: "Mhm."

She stepped closer, rolling her shoulders.

Momo: "I want to see how fast you can adapt to different styles of choreography. So we'll be doing various TWICE songs."

...Huh?

Your stomach sank.

Y/N: "Wait, wait, wait. Why only TWICE songs?"

Momo's sharp gaze flickered toward you.

Momo: "What? You have a problem?"

Y/N: "N-No! But- mean, can't we add some boy group songs too? Maybe something with less-"

Momo: "No."

Your words died in your throat.

Momo crossed her arms, her expression unwavering.

Momo: "You think TWICE choreographies aren't intense enough?"

You went silent.

Y/N: "I... I never said that-"

Momo: "Good. Because I'd shut you up either way."

Your soul fled to another dimension.

Y/N: "...I see."

There was no escape.

---

Your chest heaved, lungs aching as you gasped for breath.

Y/N: "Haaah-haaah-hrrgh-"

Your body shook from the exhaustion, sweat dripping from your chin as you leaned forward, bracing yourself on your thighs.

But even then-it wasn't enough.

Your body was starved of oxygen.

Your mouth parted wide, sucking in deep gulps of air, but it felt like you were drowning on land.

Your vision blurred for a second, and for a terrifying moment, you thought you were going to pass out.

Momo: "...Y/N."

Her voice was calm, but you barely registered it over the sound of your own heartbeat pounding in your ears.

You slumped forward, catching yourself on your hands, palms pressing against the cold floor.

Oxygen.

You needed more oxygen.

Now.

Your mouth hung open as you desperately sucked in air, but it still felt like you were being strangled.

Momo sighed, stepping closer.

Momo: "You're hyperventilating, idiot."

You barely heard her as your mind frantically tried to regulate itself.

Then-suddenly-

A hand grabbed the back of your shirt, yanking you up.

Before you could react, something cold was pressed against your lips.

Momo: "Drink."

Your fingers trembled as you took the bottle from her hand, water spilling down your chin as you took huge, greedy gulps.

Your breathing finally began to slow, the rush of air into your lungs less suffocating.

Your head tilted back, eyes fluttering closed as the cold liquid cooled your burning throat.

A few more minutes passed before Momo sighed, her arms crossing.

Momo: "Pathetic. I thought you had more stamina than this."

Her words stung-but you were too tired to respond.

Your entire body felt like it was made of lead.

Your arms trembled as you weakly pushed yourself up from the floor, still breathing heavily, your vision slightly swimming from the sheer exhaustion.

Momo had already grabbed her things, a towel draped over her neck, as she headed toward the door.

You didn't even know why-but something inside you twisted painfully.

Even though your body screamed for you to stay still-

Your lips parted, your voice hoarse and breathless.

Y/N: "...Momo-sunbaenim."

She froze mid-step.

You didn't even see her reaction-you were too busy staring at the floor.

Y/N: "...I'm sorry."

Your fingers curled into your sweat-soaked shirt.

Y/N: "I-If I disappointed you today... I-"

You sucked in a shaky breath, still not daring to look at her.

Y/N: "I really... tried my best."

A long silence filled the room.

Momo stood motionless, fingers tightening around the strap of her bag.

Then-without a single word-

She turned and walked away.

The door shut behind her, the sound echoing through the empty practice room.

You barely had the energy to react.

You just slumped back down on the floor, your head resting against the cold wall.

Her grip on her bag tightened, her jaw clenching as a sharp wave of guilt slammed into her chest.

What the hell was wrong with her?

Why did she push you so hard?

And why-when she heard you apologize so sincerely, with so much raw emotion in your exhausted voice-

Did she feel like the worst person alive?

Momo: "...I'm such an idiot."

Her eyes shut tight, frustration bubbling inside her.

Momo: "Why am I being so immature?"

This wasn't what she wanted.

She had plans. She had reasons.

But today, she let her emotions take control.

And now, you-had apologized to her, even when she was the one being irrational.

She exhaled harshly, gripping the strap of her bag before walking away-

But the guilt lingered, crawling under her skin like a heavy weight that she couldn't shake off.

A Month Later - Under Her Control

The past month had been... strange.

At first, Momo was just your strict but talented mentor-pushing you past your limits, making sure your dance flowed, your rhythm synchronized, your every step sharp yet fluid.

But somewhere along the way-she started worming her way into your daily life.

At first, it was small things.

Like handing you a water bottle before you could reach for one yourself. Or grabbing a towel and tossing it at you before you even realized you were sweating buckets.

Then it escalated.

Momo: "Y/N, you're eating way too much junk. I'm sending you a proper meal plan."

And the next day-boom.

Your phone buzzed, a detailed meal plan from her sitting in your messages.

And because you were a good student, you followed it.

Then it became clothes.

Momo: "Y/N, are you seriously wearing that?"

You looked down at your black hoodie and sweats. What was wrong with it?

Momo: "You look like a sleepy high schooler. Hold on."

The next thing you knew, she dragged you to a department store, making you try on outfits that-frankly-you never would've picked yourself.

And because you were too tired to argue, you let her pick.

Soon-she wasn't just your mentor.

She was your meal planner.

Your stylist.

Your supervisor.

And somehow-you let it happen.

Not because she forced you.

But because... you were getting used to it.

Hell-was she even controlling you?

Or were you just stupidly obedient?

You had no clue.

But right now-you sat in the practice room, sipping on the protein shake that Momo had forced upon you, staring at yourself in the mirror.

Y/N: "...What the hell happened to me?"

Your hair was neatly styled. Your outfit? Approved by Momo.

Your meals? Decided by Momo.

Your training schedule? Dictated by Momo.

Y/N: "...Am I even my own person anymore?"

The door suddenly swung open, and you didn't even need to turn around to know who it was.

Momo: "Alright, dummy. Time to start."

You sighed, finishing off your drink.

This was your life now.

And you let it happen.

At first, it was just a mentor-student relationship.

Momo was my dance coach. A sunbaenim I admired. A K-pop legend whose movements were so sharp yet fluid that even idols envied her.

But now?

She had become something far more than that.

Something deeper.

Something I couldn't even describe.

I didn't even realize how much she had wormed her way into my life until I looked back and saw just how deeply entangled I was in her presence.

At first, she was just strict and demanding.

But then she started staying back after practice, watching over me as I cooled down, asking if I was eating well, correcting my posture even outside dance.

Then she started sending me good morning texts.

Then reminders to eat on time.

Then checking in on me whenever I got too silent.

Then one day-when I was just sitting in the practice room, drained and lost in my own thoughts-she just sat down next to me and sighed.

Not as Momo the Mentor.

But as Momo the Person.

Momo: "Y/N... you okay?"

I didn't even know how to answer that.

Because truthfully?

I didn't know how I was feeling anymore.

My whole life had been practice, training, expectations, and the relentless pursuit of being good enough.

And somehow, Momo became the only person I could talk to about it.

She didn't push. She didn't force words out of me.

She just sat there-waiting.

And before I even realized, I was confiding in her more than I had ever confided in anyone.

I told her about the pressure, about the expectations, about the nights where I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, wondering if I would ever be enough.

And she just listened.

Really listened.

And when I was done, she just patted my head and said-

Momo: "You're too hard on yourself."

It was such a simple statement.

But for some reason, it almost made me tear up.

Because for the first time in my entire career-someone wasn't demanding more from me.

She just... saw me.

And that was when I realized-

Momo wasn't just gaining control over my training.

She was gaining control over me.

My habits. My daily routine. My emotions.

And I-being the obedient fool that I was-just let it happen.

Months of Momo slowly taking control of my life.

Months of her presence growing larger, more influential-until she wasn't just my mentor anymore. She was my constant.

She picked my meals.

She picked my clothes.

She picked when I rested-because without her, I wouldn't.

And yet, I never once complained.

Because despite how strict she was, despite how much control she had over me... I trusted her.

She took care of me. She understood me. She was the only person I could confide in.

And that's why-when Sana started spending more time around me-I didn't think much of it.

She was a sunbae too.

She was warm, kind, playful.

She made the long, tiring training days feel lighter.

But what I didn't realize... was that Momo noticed.

And she did not like it.

---

It happened late at night.

I was still in the practice room, running through choreography alone. Sweat dripped from my temple as I exhaled sharply, trying to keep my stance firm despite my exhausted legs.

Then-the door swung open.

And there she was.

Hirai Momo.

Her expression was unreadable.

Her gaze was piercing.

Her stance-too relaxed, too controlled-like a beast preparing to pounce.

Y/N: "Momo...?"

She didn't answer.

She just closed the door behind her and walked forward-slow, deliberate, almost predatory.

I instinctively stepped back.

Why... did she look so intense?

Why did she look like she was about to do something irreversible?

Then, her voice cut through the thick air.

Momo: "You've been spending a lot of time with Sana lately."

I blinked.

That's what this was about?

Y/N: "Oh... yeah. She just-"

Momo: "Why?"

Her voice was sharp.

It wasn't curious.

It was demanding.

I swallowed, suddenly feeling like a cornered prey.

Y/N: "She... checks in on me sometimes. We talk. She's nice-"

Momo: "And I'm not?"

That made me freeze.

Y/N: "What? No, I didn't mean-"

Momo: "Then why do you need her?"

She took another step forward.

I stepped back.

But my back hit the mirror.

Now I had nowhere to go.

I had never seen Momo like this before.

Her eyes weren't just sharp.

They were burning.

Not with anger.

Not with irritation.

But with something deeper.

Something that made my breath hitch.

And before I could even process it-

She placed her hands on either side of my head, caging me in.

I inhaled sharply.

Y/N: "Momo, wh-"

Momo: "Look at me."

I did.

And in that moment-I understood.

This wasn't about Sana.

This wasn't about me spending time with another sunbae.

This was about her.

Her claim.

Her possession.

Her dominance.

And I-the fool who had let her take control of my life-hadn't even realized what was happening until now.

Then she leaned in, her voice dropping to a whisper.

Momo: "You're mine, Y/N."

My breath hitched.

Her hand brushed against my jaw-light, teasing, but enough to send a shiver down my spine.

She was close.

Too close.

Her scent surrounded me-vanilla, sweat, and something uniquely Momo.

My heartbeat was erratic.

My knees felt weak.

I was trapped.

Not just by her presence, but by her aura.

By the sheer power she exuded.

Then-her fingers ghosted over my collarbone.

Slow.

Deliberate.

I just stood there-helpless beneath her gaze.

And she smirked.

A small, knowing, dangerous smirk.

Momo: "You're such a good boy, Y/N."

Her voice was low, sultry, laced with amusement.

She was toying with me.

And she knew I wouldn't stop her.

Then she tilted her head, brushing her lips dangerously close to my ear.

Momo: "I won't let you go."

I could feel the heat radiating from her-too close, too overwhelming.

Her fingers traced the collar of my shirt, barely touching my skin but leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

I swallowed hard.

Y/N: "Momo..."

My voice came out weaker than I intended.

She smirked.

Her hand moved lower, teasing the fabric near my chest, barely grazing my collarbone.

I felt my breathing hitch.

This wasn't playful Momo.

This wasn't strict mentor Momo.

This was something else entirely.

She loved that.

Her lips brushed against my ear, her breath sending shivers down my spine.

Momo: "What is it, Y/N?"

I squeezed my eyes shut, my fists clenching at my sides.

I needed to get a grip.

But then-she tilted my chin up.

Forcing me to meet her eyes.

Dark. Intense. Possessive.

My breath caught in my throat.

I could see it.

Desire.

Not just lust.

Something deeper.

Something that had been building for months.

Then-her lips curled into a smirk as her thumb brushed against my bottom lip.

Momo: "You let me control everything, Y/N."

I needed to breathe.

I shuddered.

Momo: "Your food."

Her other hand trailed down my side-slow, teasing.

Momo: "Your clothes."

My pulse spiked.

Momo: "Your training."

Then she leaned in, her lips barely an inch from mine.

Momo: "So why not this too?"

My mind went blank.

I felt her fingers slide under the hem of my shirt-just barely, just enough to test me.

To see if I would stop her.

But I didn't.

I couldn't.

Because the truth was...

I didn't want to.

And she knew it.

Her smirk deepened.

Her nails lightly dragged against my stomach, making me tense.

Then-she finally closed the gap.

Not a kiss.

But a whisper.

Right against my lips.

Momo: "Tell me to stop."

I couldn't.

I didn't.

Because at that moment...

I wasn't sure if I even wanted her to.

---

(A/N: Bare with my smut scene. Iam still learning to write beautifully and shy shy shy person hehe)

The dance studio is quiet now, the mirrors fogged with the ghost of your sweat-drenched rehearsals, the floor still vibrating with the memory of Momo’s sharp critiques. She leans against the wall, arms crossed, her gray tank top clinging to the curves of her perky breasts, damp from hours of drilling you. Her eyes—normally playful, even when she’s yelling—glow with something darker, hungrier. You’ve seen her like this before, but not like this. Not with her teeth digging into her full lower lip, not with her legs shifting restlessly under those high-waisted leggings that cup her plump ass like a second skin.

Momo: voice low, her Japanese accent thickening with tension “You… and Sana. You laugh with her. Let her touch you. Fix your hair. Her hands clench into fists at her sides. Why do you let her get so close, Y/N? Hmm?”

Your throat goes dry. You’ve spent months memorizing the way Momo’s hips pop during choreography, how her toned stomach flexes when she demonstrates a move, how her perfect, pillowy lips purse when you’re not giving 200%. But this? This is new. Her jealousy coils in the air like smoke, mingling with the musk of your exhaustion.

Y/N: “Momo…Sana-sunbaenim and i aren’t close in that way...

Her pupils blow wide. In one fluid motion, she’s on you—hands fisting your shirt, slamming you against the mirror. The glass chills your back as her nails scrape down your chest, her knee wedging between your thighs, pressing greedily against your hardening bulge. Her breath hitches, warm and sweet against your neck.

Momo: growling, lips brushing your earlobe “Prove it.”

Her tongue is in your mouth before you can blink—hungry, demanding, tasting like coconut water and mint. You groan, hands sliding down to knead the supple swell of her ass, squeezing until she whimpers. She breaks the kiss, panting, and yanks her tank top over her head, revealing pert, pink-tipped tits that bounce lightly as she shoves you to the floor. You land with a grunt, staring up as she peels her leggings down mile-long legs, leaving her in nothing but a lace thong soaked through at the center

Momo climbs over you, her pussy hovering inches from your face

Momo: “You want to worship me, Y/N? Start here.”

You don’t hesitate. Gripping her hips, you drag her down onto your tongue, lapping at her slick folds. She moars—a high, broken sound—as you suck her clit, your nose buried in her pelvic bone. Her thighs tremble, her hands fisting your hair as she grinds against your mouth, juices dripping down your chin.

Momo: voice shaking “F-fuck, just like that! God, your tongue—ahn!—should’ve shoved my panties in your mouth weeks ago…”

You flip her suddenly, pinning her beneath you. Her tits jiggle as her back hits the floor, nipples pebbled and begging for your mouth. You oblige, sucking one while your hand snakes between her legs, two fingers plunging into her sopping cunt.

Y/N: muffled against her breast “You’re the only one I want, Momo. Only you.”

She arches, crying out as your thumb circles her clit. Her hips buck, fucking herself on your fingers, those dancer’s legs hooking around your waist to pull you closer.

Momo: “I need your cock. Now. Don’t care if it’s my pussy or my ass—just fuck me!”

You flip her onto her stomach, spanking her round ass hard enough to leave a red handprint. She gasps, spreading her legs shamelessly, her tight little asshole winking at you. You spit into your palm, slicking your dick—throbbing, leaking pre-cum—before pressing the fat head against her puckered entrance.

Y/N: “This what you want, Momo? You want me to ruin this perfect ass?”

Momo: face mashed into the floor, voice garbled but fierce “Fucking break me, Y/N—nngh!”

You slam home in one brutal thrust. She screams, her walls clenching like a vise around you, but you don’t stop. Can’t stop. Her ass swallows you whole, every snap of your hips earning a ragged moan as her tits sway beneath her, nipples scraping the floor. She reaches back, clawing at your thigh.

Momo: sobbing “D-don’t you dare hold back! I’ll fucking kill you if you—AHHH!”

You lean over her, one hand fisting her hair, the other groping her tit as you piston into her. The slap of skin echoes off the mirrors, her creamy cheeks reddening with every impact. She’s babbling now, a mix of Korean and Japanese curses and pleads for more, her asshole milking you relentlessly

Y/N: “Momoring-! Hnngg, iam close.."

Her body seizes, her scream ricocheting off the walls as her pussy cums, her ass squeezing you like she’s trying to drain your soul. You follow, burying yourself to the hilt as hot ropes of cum flood her depths. She collapses, trembling, as you pull out, your baby batter dribbling from her gaping hole.

---

Later, as you both lie tangled on the floor, her head on your chest, Momo traces the bite marks she left on your collarbone. Her voice is soft now, almost shy.

Momo: “Sana… she doesn’t make you cum like that, does she?”

You sigh, tugging her closer.

Y/N: “No has Only you, Momoring.”

Momo: “Oh? Iam Good. Now… let’s see how many times you can make me scream before the cleaners show up.”

Dragging you up, Momo’s painted nails dig into your shoulders as she pushes you onto the studio’s leather couch, her eyes glinting with predatory intent. Her tits—full, peach-perfect, still glistening with sweat from your earlier pounding—brush against your chest as she straddles your lap, her core grinding against your already hardening cock. She grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head, her voice a velvet command.

Momo: “You don’t get to move. Not until I say so.”

You nod, breath catching as her thumbs flick over your nipples, her lips trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck. She smirks at your shiver, then rises to her knees, dragging her tits along your shaft, the soft weight of them making your hips jerk instinctively.

Momo: slapping your thigh “I said still, Y/N. Or do I need to tie you to this couch?”

Her breasts engulf your cock, the slick heat of her cleavage squeezing you like a vice. She rolls her hips, making her tits bounce rhythmically, the pink peaks brushing your tip with every sway. Pre-cum beads at your slit, smearing across her skin as she leans forward, her breath hot in your ear.

Momo: “This what you wanted? To watch Twice’s main dancer turn herself into your personal fucktoy? She licks a stripe up your cock-slit. Bet Sana’s tits couldn’t even wrap around half of this monster…”

You groan, fists clenching as she works you faster, her japanese tits jiggling obscenely, the wet sounds of flesh on flesh filling the room. Her dominance is intoxicating—every command, every touch, a reminder that she owns this moment… owns you.

Y/N: “Momo, I’m close—fuck—!”

Momo:slowing her pace, smirk venomous “Uh-uh. You cum when I tell you to cum.”

---

She releases your wrists abruptly, slithering off the couch to kneel between your legs. Her hands grip the base of your cock, stroking roughly as she tilts her head up, lips parted. The sight of her—makeup smudged, hair messy, those doe eyes locked on yours—sends a vicious throb through your dick.

Momo: “Cover my face. Now.”

You don’t hesitate. Pushing her aback to pump your cock in her cleavage once more before pulling out, aiming for her smug, pretty face. Thick ropes of cum stripe her cheeks, her eyelids, her tongue as she sticks it out greedily. She moans, lapping at the tip, swallowing every drop that lands in her mouth.

Momo: “Look at me. Perfect, right? Bet you wanna take a photo for Sana… show her who you really belong to.”

You’re still panting when she stands, marching you toward the floor-to-ceiling mirrors. She spins you around, your back pressing against the cold glass as she drops to her knees again, her cum-streaked face staring up at you devilishly.

Momo: “You’re gonna fuck me in front of this mirror. And you’re gonna watch.”

---

Giving you a few minute of dirty talk, She stroked your bulbuos cock, already hardening again. Rising fluidly, she hikes one leg around your hip, guiding your tip to her soaked entrance. The mirror fogs where your palms press against it, Momo’s reflection a blur of golden skin and messy blonde hair as she sinks onto you with a cry

Momo: clawing at your shoulders “F-faster! Don’t just stare—fuck me like you mean it!”

You obey, driving into her with deep, punishing strokes, your eyes locked on the mirror. Her tits bounce wildly, her ass clapping against your thighs as she throws her head back, swearing in a mix of Korean and Japanese yet again. Her hands fly to her nipples, pinching them hard as she rides you, her cunt fluttering around your cock.

Momo: “See that? She grips your chin, forcing you to look at your reflection—your cock disappearing into her glistening pussy. That’s where you live now. In. Me.”

You spiral closer to the edge, but she senses it, suddenly pulling off and spinning around. Her back presses to your chest, her hand snaking behind to grip your shaft, guiding it back into her ass without warning. You shout, the dual sensation of her tight heat and the lewd mirror image overwhelming.

Momo: panting “Don’t you dare cum yet. I want your dick down my throat first.”

---

She drags you to the floor, lying back with her head hanging off. You loom over her, cock glistening with her juices, and she opens her mouth like a starved thing, tongue out, eyes blazing.

Momo: “Facefuck me. And if you make me gag, I’ll bite.”

You hold her hair rather gently, sliding into her throat with a groan. She takes you greedily, gagging slightly but never breaking eye contact, tears pooling at the corners of her eyes as you thrust deeper. Her tits heave with every ragged breath, her hands squeezing her own nipples roughly, and you can feel her vibrating around you—a submissive paradox, still utterly in control

Y/N: “Momo—I can’t hold back—”

Momo said glaring up at you, lips stretched obscenely

Momo: “Do. It.”

You explode down her throat, her neck working to swallow every drop. When you finally pull out, she coughs, wiping her lips with the back of her hand, then licks it clean, smugness radiating off her like heat

Momo: “Now… clean me up. My pussy is dripping again with your generous work.” She spreads her legs, fingers parting her swollen lips. “Use. Your. Tongue.”

---

Momo’s fingers are knotted in your hair, yanking your face upward until your eyes water. She’s perched on the edge of the studio’s grand piano now, legs spread wide, her puffy, glistening cunt inches from your mouth. The scent of her arousal—musky, addictive—hits you like a drug, your cock twitching helplessly in your pants. She smirks, grinding her hips forward, her swollen clit brushing your lips.

Momo: voice sharp, commanding “Lick. And if you stop before I say, I’ll make you choke on my strap-on for a week.”

You dive in, tongue slashing up her slit, lapping at her juices like a man starved. She hisses, thighs clamping around your head, cutting off your air as you suck her clit into your mouth. Your nose buries into her soaking folds, her taste flooding your senses. She rocks against your face viciously, grinding her pussy into you, her moans sharp and needy.

Momo: panting “Fuck—yes! Harder! Bite it, you coward—ahn!”

You nip her clit gently, and she shrieks, slamming your face deeper into her cunt. Your jaw aches, but you don’t stop, tongue flicking her entrance before plunging inside. She gyrates, fucking herself on your mouth, her hands raking through your hair hard enough to tear strands out.

Momo: “That’s it—! Make me cum so hard I forget my fucking name!”

Her thighs quake, her orgasm hitting like a freight train as she jerks your head side to side, milking her pleasure from your tongue. You lap at her greedily, swallowing every drop, until she shoves you back, gasping.

---

Before you can breathe, she’s on her knees, not letting your cock rest as she started slapping against her already cum-streaked face. Her eyes blaze as she grips your shaft, slapping it against her cheeks, smearing your pre-cum with her saliva.

Momo: “You wanna fuck this throat? Prove you deserve it.”

You nod frantically, and she snarls, slamming her mouth onto your dick. Her throat opens, taking you to the hilt in one brutal thrust. You gag, reflexively bucking upward, but she pins your hips, nose buried in your pelvis as she gags, tears streaming down her face. She pulls off just to gasp, “Harder!"

You fist her hair, fucking her throat like a toy, her mascara running, lips bruised and shiny. She gags, spit dripping down her chin, but never breaks rhythm, her nails digging into your thighs. The wet, obscene sounds of her throat stretching around you echo off the piano’s polished surface.

Momo: between heaving breaths “Cum—ghck!—cum down this throat or I’ll never let you touch me again!”

You explode, hips stuttering as you pump her mouth full. She swallows every drop, coughing violently when you finally pull out, her voice hoarse but triumphant.

Momo: “Good boy. Now… breed me.”

---

She climbs onto the piano bench, ass in the air, her pussy glistening, still twitching from your tongue. You grab her hips, lining up, but she stops you.

Momo: glaring over her shoulder “Ask.”

Y/N: voice wrecked “Please, Momo… let me fill you up. Please.”

She smirks, reaching back to spread her drooling cunt..“Beg harder.”

Y/N: “I need to cum inside you—please—I can’t think about anything but your fucking pussy—”

Momo: cutting you off “Then take it. Breed me like the slut I own you to be.”

You slam into her, her walls clenching like a fist as you fuck her with desperate, jackhammer thrusts. The piano keys jangle discordantly beneath her trembling hands, her tits swaying wildly, nipples scraping the wood. She screams your name, her cunt gripping you like she’s trying to suck your soul out through your dick.

Momo: “G-gonna put a baby in me? Huh? Do it—fill me till I’m dripping!”

You grunt, knotting inside her as you cum, pumping her full even as she climaxes again, her juices mixing with your spend. She collapses onto the piano, gasping, your cum already leaking down her thighs.

Momo turns to kiss you, ferocious and sweet

Momo: "I fucking love you so much.."

---

The room was silent except for the sound of our heavy breathing.

Bodies tangled.

Skin damp with sweat.

My chest rose and fell erratically as I lay sprawled on the cool floor, my limbs utterly spent.

And on top of me—Momo.

Equally breathless.

Equally wrecked.

Her face was buried in my neck, her hair sticking to my skin.

She didn’t move.

Neither did I.

For a while, we just existed.

In the aftermath.

In the silence filled with unspoken emotions.

Then—her arms tightened around me.

Momo: "You okay?"

Her voice was hoarse. Soft, but laced with exhaustion.

I swallowed thickly, my throat dry from everything that just happened.

Y/N: "I… yeah."

It came out more like a breath than a word.

Momo finally lifted her head, her deep brown eyes meeting mine.

Something flickered there.

Something gentle.

Something warm.

A complete contrast to the way she had just ruined me.

Her fingers brushed across my cheek, her touch softer now.

Momo: "You're shaking."

I blinked.

But now that she pointed it out—yeah.

I was trembling like a damn leaf.

She frowned.

Then, before I could react, she shifted, pulling me into her arms as she flipped onto her back, bringing me on top of her.

My head landed against her bare chest, her heartbeat steady and calm against my ear.

I sighed.

Letting my body relax into hers.

Y/N: "…You’re warm."

Momo chuckled.

Momo: "So are you."

I felt her hand rub soothing circles against my back, her fingers tracing lazy patterns.

It was comforting.

So much that I nearly melted into her touch.

A deep yawn escaped me, exhaustion creeping in fast.

Momo hummed, her lips pressing lightly against my forehead.

Momo: "You did good."

A warm feeling spread through my chest at her praise.

Y/N: "You too…"

Momo chuckled again, the sound vibrating against my cheek.

Then—she pulled the blanket over us.

When did she even grab it?

I didn’t know.

Because I was already drifting.

Momo exhaled softly, shifting slightly before whispering—

Momo: "Sleep, Y/N."

I wanted to say something.

Something witty.

Something snarky.

But all I managed was—

Y/N: "Mmm…"

Momo smiled.

I felt it against my skin.

Then—she held me closer.

The silence between us stretched for what felt like forever.

Momo’s grip on me never loosened, her arms still locked securely around my waist. Her fingers traced slow, absentminded patterns along my bare skin, as if grounding herself.

I wasn’t sure what she was thinking.

But I could feel the weight of it.

Something heavy. Something serious.

And then—I asked it.

A question that had been lingering in the back of my mind since the haze of exhaustion had started to clear.

Y/N: “…What will we do now?”

Momo stilled.

Her fingers stopped moving.

She didn’t answer immediately, her breath warm against my temple as she mulled over her response.

And then, after what felt like a small eternity, she finally spoke.

Momo: "I’ll handle it."

There was an edge to her voice.

Something firm. Unwavering.

Like she had already decided.

Like she had already claimed me.

The air shifted.

Her hold on me tightened, her presence demanding in a way I had never felt before.

I swallowed, suddenly aware of just how intense this moment was becoming.

Then—her next words came.

Words that felt like a command.

Momo: "Focus on loving me."

My heart skipped.

My eyes widened slightly.

She pulled back just enough to look at me, her dark brown eyes searching mine.

Something about her stare made me feel bare.

Momo: "Do you love me?"

Her voice was low.

Not a whisper.

Not loud.

But it held weight.

A question that left no room for games.

I sucked in a sharp breath, suddenly feeling like the air in the room had gotten too thick.

Love?

I hadn’t even had time to process what we had just done, and now this?

I felt her fingers press against my jaw, tilting my face toward hers as she waited.

She was serious.

And yet, despite the suddenness, despite the intensity—

Maybe I was.

Maybe I did feel something.

Something undeniable.

Something that had been building from the very first moment she stepped into my life.

So, I gave her the only answer I could.

Y/N: "Maybe… I’m reciprocal."

It was soft. Uncertain yet honest. And that seemed to be enough.

Because Momo’s lips curled into something dangerous.

Something possessive.

And then—she leaned in.

Her breath fanned against my lips, her fingers tightening around my jaw just enough to make me shudder.

Terms of Loving Momo

Momo lay beside me, her body still warm, pressed close as if she had no intention of letting me go anytime soon. Her fingers, slow and deliberate, traced the ridges of my collarbone, down to my chest, before stopping just over my heartbeat.

Her breathing had calmed, but her grip on me remained possessive.

She was thinking.

And then, she spoke.

Momo: "If you’re going to love me, you need to know what that means."

Her voice was firm but not cruel.

It wasn’t a demand, but a declaration.

She didn’t want a half-hearted answer.

She didn’t want uncertainty.

She wanted assurance.

Her eyes locked onto mine, waiting to see if I understood.

I swallowed, feeling my throat dry, but nodded anyway. "Tell me."

A slow, almost dangerous smile played on her lips as she adjusted herself, shifting so that she was hovering slightly over me, her arms caging me in.

Momo: "Good."

Then—the rules came.

1. No Lies, No Secrets

Momo: "If you love me, you don’t get to lie to me. Not about the small things. Not about the big things."

Her fingers slid down to my wrist, where my pulse was still racing.

Momo: "I want to know everything. What you’re thinking. What you’re feeling. What you want."

Her eyes darkened, her expression serious.

Momo: "If something’s wrong, you tell me. If you’re upset, you tell me. If I do something that hurts you, you tell me."

Her voice softened just slightly, but her fingers tightened.

Momo: "I won’t play guessing games, Y/N."

A lump formed in my throat.

She meant it.

This wasn’t just about trust.

It was about respect.

I nodded. "I understand."

She studied me for a second before continuing.

2. I Am a Priority—Not an Option

Her fingers trailed back up, resting against the side of my neck.

Momo: "I’m not saying you can’t have your own life."

Her thumb stroked over my skin slowly.

Momo: "But if you love me, you don’t put me second. You don’t make me an option while you figure things out."

Her expression hardened slightly.

Momo: "I refuse to be a second thought."

There was a vulnerability behind those words.

A truth she wasn’t saying outright.

She had probably been made to feel like an option before.

She wasn’t going to let that happen again.

I inhaled, pushing myself up slightly so that I was no longer lying down. "I wouldn’t do that to you."

Her eyes softened—just barely.

Momo: "Good."

Then, her lips curled into something more playful.

3. You Don’t Get to Look at Anyone Else

She tilted my chin up, forcing me to look at her fully.

Momo: "This one is obvious."

Her voice dropped, turning dangerously sweet.

Momo: "Your eyes? They’re mine."

She leaned in, her lips brushing against my jaw.

Momo: "Your hands? Mine."

Another brush of her lips—this time against my throat.

Momo: "Your thoughts? Your body? Your time?"

Her breath was warm against my skin.

Momo: "Mine."

My breath hitched.

She meant every word.

4. I Set the Pace

She pulled back just enough to look at me again, her gaze locked onto mine.

Momo: "I don’t like rushing things."

She studied my expression, as if making sure I was really listening.

Momo: "That means I decide how fast or slow this goes. If I want to take my time? You let me. If I want to keep you waiting? You wait."

I blinked. "Even if I’m dying?"

A small smirk.

Momo: "Especially if you’re dying."

I groaned. "That’s cruel."

She only grinned.

Momo: "I like watching you squirm."

I swallowed hard.

I didn’t doubt that.

Not even a little.

5. You Don’t Break My Heart

And then—her expression shifted.

Her teasing faded.

Her grip loosened slightly, but her voice turned more serious than ever.

Momo: "This is the most important one."

She leaned in closer, pressing her forehead lightly against mine.

Momo: "I don’t care how strong I am. I don’t care if people think I can handle anything."

Her fingers curled into my shirt, gripping it tightly.

Momo: "If you ever break my heart, I will never forgive you."

A lump formed in my throat.

I wanted to say, “I would never.”

But something told me she had probably heard those words before.

And that they had probably meant nothing.

So instead—I said something else.

Something I knew I could promise.

Y/N: "I’ll be careful with it."

Her breath hitched—just slightly.

And then—she sighed.

Momo: "You better be."

Conflicted Thoughts: The Minatozaki Sana Problem

Momo was asleep, curled up against me, her breathing soft and even. The warmth of her body and the weight of her arm draped over my chest should have lulled me into a peaceful rest. But my mind wouldn’t stop running.

I stared at the ceiling, heart still trying to process the whirlwind of everything.

And then—Sana came to mind.

Y/N (in mind): "Shit."

I had been so wrapped up in Momo’s storm, in the way she took control of me, of us—that I hadn’t stopped to think about the chaos I was walking into.

Sana… She wasn’t dumb.

She was playful, teasing, and at times, chaotic. But she wasn’t dumb.

She had been watching me.

I had seen it—felt it.

The way her eyes lingered, the way her jokes sometimes carried a hint of something deeper.

The way she stuck around a little longer than necessary whenever we talked.

The way she reacted to Momo's presence around me.

And now that I thought about it—Momo had noticed too.

That was why she had been so aggressive.

That was why she had pinned me down with her emotions, her control.

She wasn’t just trying to claim me.

She was trying to beat Sana to it.

I let out a slow exhale, gripping the sheets.

Y/N (in mind): "Sana-sunbae… I wasn’t too dumb to notice that you… might have a thing for me."

The problem was—Sana wasn't someone who took defeat well.

She wasn’t the type to back down when she wanted something.

Sana was competitive.

She was possessive.

And yet—she was sensitive.

For all her flirting and confident demeanor, she was the kind of person who, once she realized something she wanted was out of her reach, would break down.

Y/N (in mind): "And if Momo’s revelation hits her… it won’t just be jealousy. It’ll be heartbreak."

I turned my head slightly, watching Momo’s sleeping face.

She looked peaceful.

Composed.

But earlier—she had been terrified.

For all her dominance and control, there had been something fragile in her voice when she had told me her rules.

She was afraid of losing me.

And now, I feared the same for Sana.

Would she fight for me?

Or would she cry herself to sleep the moment she realized she had already lost?

I bit my lip, torn.

Y/N (in mind): "Shit."

This wasn’t just a love story anymore.

This was a battlefield.

The Moment Everything Changed

The air in the room was warm, thick with the remnants of what had just happened. Momo’s body was still tangled with mine, her breath slow and even against my skin.

I hadn’t moved much, still too caught up in my own whirlwind of thoughts about Sana.

And then—the door clicked open.

Sana: “Y/N-ah! I brought—”

Her voice was cheerful. Giddy, even. The kind of excitement that was infectious, like she had been looking forward to seeing me after practice.

But the moment her eyes landed on us—her whole body froze.

Her smile faltered.

Just slightly. But I saw it.

The way the corners of her lips twitched.

The way her eyes widened for a fraction of a second before something—something else—crossed over her expression.

I didn’t move.

Momo didn’t either.

She was still draped over me, her bare shoulder peeking out from under the sheets, her legs tangled with mine.

There was no way Sana could misinterpret this.

There was no way she could pretend she didn’t see it.

And yet—for a second, she tried.

Sana: “Oh…”

She let out a soft laugh—forced, nervous.

Sana: “I, uh… I thought you’d still be practicing.”

Her eyes flickered between us, searching.

For an excuse.

For an explanation.

For something that would make this make sense.

But there was nothing I could say.

Nothing that would soften the reality that she was standing in front of.

Momo shifted slightly, lifting her head.

Her eyes locked onto Sana’s, and for the first time in a long time—there was no teasing.

No playfulness.

Only silent acknowledgment.

And Sana understood.

The realization hit her like a bullet.

Her fingers trembled around the snack bag.

Her mouth opened as if she wanted to say something—but she didn’t.

Because what could she say?

That she had been too late?

I swallowed hard, trying to find my voice.

Y/N: “Noona, I—”

(A/N: The OC is a 97 liner. Thats why Momo and Sana or older to him)

Sana smiled.

It wasn’t her usual bright, dazzling grin.

It wasn’t the kind of smile that made people feel warm inside.

It was the kind of smile that people used when they were trying not to cry.

Sana: “It’s okay.”

She took a step back.

And then another.

Sana: “I should go.”

Her voice was quiet, too quiet.

The way her eyes glistened under the soft lighting of the room made something in my chest tighten painfully.

She turned toward the door.

And then she was gone.

Just like that.

The sound of the door clicking shut echoed in the silence.

Momo let out a small breath, but she didn’t move.

Neither did I.

Because this wasn’t over.

This was just the beginning.

To Be Continued....

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mountquokka · 4 months ago

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Hiii!! I really love ur fanfic xx could u please write one where u and han are dating for a really long time but skz doesn't know and one day they catch u both in a room at jype ❤️❤️

Jagi... I need you

Han Jisung X fem!reader

Word count: 976

Warnings: Dom Jisung, sub reader, getting caught, messing around in the studio, semi-public, oral (m receiving), Jisung is whiny when he’s horny, nicknames (jagi, mamas, baby, Ji), dirty talk, let me know if I missed any

Taglist <3: @hongjoongtime117 @lee-sang1625 @wontini

Thank you so much for the request 🫶🏽☺️ I really appreciate it

“WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!”Chan yells from the door of the studio after witnessing you and Jisung’s compromising position.

You and Jisung have been dating since SKZ debuted in 2018. But no one knew. The problem was… you were a JYPE employee. That kind of relationship was against the rules so you both agreed to keep it secret. You both would act civil in passing in the hallways but once there was a moment you both could be alone, you would steal kisses and hugs. Which eventually turned to heavy make outs, touches and sometimes quickies when you got to that stage of your relationship. No one had any idea you both were together, though some were suspicious.

Today wasn’t any different, or at least you though it wasn’t. You’re walking around the JYP building, doing your job, until you got a message on your phone. You look down at it, casually glancing up so you don’t run into anyone and see it’s from Jisung. You smile a little at the notification until you open the message that was sent.

My squirrel 🐿️🥰: Jagiiiiii My squirrel 🐿️🥰: Are you busy? I NEED you 🥺

You instantly knew what he meant when he put need in all caps. He was horny. You both agreed to try and keep the sexual acts to a minimum when at work to lower the chance of getting caught.

You: Ji… you know we can’t My squirrel 🐿️🥰: Please mamas 🥺 I’ll be quick. Plus I’m in the studio, no one will catch us

You stop and think. The studios are always rented out so no usually walks in unless they need to find someone. From what you remember the guys don’t have anything scheduled for today so you might be in the clear. You send a reply back to Jisung

You: ok fine but give me 10 minutes it’s almost my lunch break My squirrel 🐿️🥰: Thank you baby I love you so much 😘😘 You: I love you too Ji ❤️

When it was time for lunch, you head to Jisung’s studio and knock on the door. He opens it and pulls you in. He connects your lips to his in a heavy make out session as he blindly closes the door and heads back to the chair. “I missed you so much” Jisung sighs as he starts kissing down your neck. You giggle “You saw me 2 hours ago” “That’s too long, I want you with me all the time” he grabs your waist and grinds you against him. You hum as you feel his bulge gliding against your clothed core.

“Mmm Ji baby, slow down a second.” Jisung whines and pull aways from your neck. “I don’t know if we’ll have time for that today, how about I just suck you off?” Jisung wanted to protest but he knew that your lunch breaks weren’t long enough for a full sex session. He groans but agrees.

You get off his lap and drop to your knees in front of him. He pulls his sweats and boxers down, his member slapping against his lower stomach. It’s surprisingly already leaking precum. “What got you so worked up?” You chuckled as you start smearing the precum along his shaft.

“I started thinking about you” you blush at his answer but feel a sense of pride that you were the cause. You bend over to kitten lick his tip “you simp” “only for you mamas”

Before he could notice the blush spreading across your face, you take him into your mouth and he lets out a surprised groan. You slowly take him in inch by inch until your nose hits his pelvis. Once your gags and chokes were under control, you start bobbing your head, slow at first then gradually picking up speed. “Fuck baby~ I was hoping to have that pretty little pussy gripping my dick but of course your mouth feels just as good, keep going”

You knew he wasn’t going to last long much longer just from how he kept twitching in your mouth. You were gonna finish him off when the door suddenly flies open.

“WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!”

You and Jisung pause as you see Chan and the rest of SKZ standing in the doorway. All of them in pure shock and confusion. Hyunjin trying to cover poor Jeongin’s eyes. You both situate yourself before the hellfire of questions you’re about to receive from a not so happy Bang Chan.

“How long has this been going on for?”

“Since we debuted”

“And you don’t think to tell any of us?”

“We weren’t sure yet since idol/employee relationships are frowned upon”

“Were you ever going to tell us?”

“Eventually yes”

After the barrage of questions, Chan had calmed down and everyone had a clear understanding of what was going on. All of them promising not to say anything and keep your relationship secret. Also for them to get a heads up next time you both try to do something like that again in the studio or any place like that. You agreed.

You all were having a casual conversation, when you look down at your watch “Oh shit! I have to get back to work. I see you later Ji. See you guys” The guys all wave bye but Jisung stops you at the door. “One last kiss? Plus I still didn’t get to cum” he whispers. You chuckled and give him a quick peck on the lips “Don’t worry baby, I’ll make it up to you later. I promise” you smirked and winked as you walk off. Jisung tries to hide his flustered face as he closes the studio door and joins the guys in their conversation. But he wasn’t listening, all he was thinking about was

“Dammit now I’m horny again”

#stray kids #stray kids fanfic #stray kids smut #kpop fanfic #skz #skz fanfic #skz scenarios #skz han #skz smut #stray kids han #han jisung #skz x reader

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stellar-haikyuu · 7 months ago

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word of the day ☆ kageyama tobio x reader

synopsis: due to a conflict in schedule, yachi asks first-year reader to cover for her english tutoring session with a certain volleyball prodigy. details: fluff | mutual friends to lovers | first meeting | ~2.2k words | gn! reader | requested by @wordsofelie as part of my karasuno writing event

From your seat by the window, you catch snippets of Yachi’s anxious voice from the hallway.

“You’re only available this afternoon? Oh dear. Um, okay, I think I can go, but I need to double-check first!”

Leaning forward on your desk, you spot Yachi speaking with a student you don’t recognize. Judging by the neatly labeled folders the student hands her, they’re probably from the first-year project design committee.

You feel a small wave of pride. You convinced Yachi to sign up after seeing her beautiful volleyball posters.

Moments later, Yachi skitters into the classroom, her steps quick and slightly frantic as she collapses into the seat in front of you. She turns around, clasping her hands together nervously.

“Um…can I ask you for a favor?”

You raise an eyebrow, taken aback by her unusual boldness. “A favor? What happened? I could hear you worrying from all the way here.”

Yachi winces, the tips of her ears turning pink. “Uh, you see…the design committee wants to hold a meeting this afternoon after school. I’ll be excused from club activities, but that’s not the issue.” She sighs, brushing her bangs aside.

“What is it, then?”

“I promised to tutor Kageyama-kun in English,” she explains, voice softening with guilt. “He’s got a test this Friday, and I agreed to help him study for an hour today before practice starts.”

Kageyama? Oh, right.

You vaguely remember him—one of the two volleyball players who occasionally show up in your classroom to study with Yachi during lunch breaks.

“I see,” you say slowly. “So, you want me to cover for you?”

“If it’s not too much trouble?” Yachi’s hands clasp together as she leans forward slightly. “And…if you have questions about volleyball, this might be a good chance to ask?”

Her hopeful tone makes you pause. You suppose it wouldn’t hurt.

“But if not, I don’t want to bother you!” She shakes her head vigorously. “I can just double my other session with him later this week-”

“Alright. I’ll do it,” you say with a small shrug.

“I- wait, really?!” Her eyes widen in surprise.

“Yup. What time and place?”

Bracing yourself, you knock gently on what you hope is the correct clubroom door.

“Uh, hello? Is this the volleyball club?”

A voice from the other side calls out, “Yeah, come in!”

Taking a deep breath, you slide the door open, stepping into a room filled with what can only be described as chaos. A group of boys—clearly the team—turns to stare at you in unison, their expressions ranging from curious to outright surprised.

“Um, hello!” You clear your throat, suddenly aware of the weight of their attention. “Is Kageyama-san here?”

Technically, you’ve seen him before, but you’d rather not embarrass yourself by scanning every face in the room.

“That’s me,” a deep voice responds.

You follow the sound to a dark-haired boy seated a few feet away. When you meet his gaze, you’re taken aback by the sheer intensity of his stare.

His eyes look like blueberries…why haven’t I noticed that before?

You chuckle softly at the absurd thought before regaining your composure.

“Hi! Yachi couldn’t make it today because of a meeting, so she asked me to fill in for her.”

“Oh. Okay,” he says simply, blinking in confusion.

“Wait a second!” A boy with bright orange hair practically bounces up from his seat. “You’re Yachi-san’s classmate, right? You sit behind her during lunch sometimes!”

“That’s me,” you reply with a small smile.

You introduce yourself to the team formally before settling on the ground beside Kageyama.

“So, your vocabulary test is this Friday, right?”

“Yes,” he replies curtly, handing you a stack of papers and worksheets.

As you skim through the materials, the reason for his struggles becomes glaringly obvious. You suppress a small sigh.

“Hmmm. Okay, let’s start by marking the words you’re completely unfamiliar with. Could you underline them with a pencil?”

Kageyama nods and sets to work, though it doesn’t take long for him to underline more than half the list.

The orange-haired boy—Hinata, you later learn—leans over to peek at the paper. He immediately snorts. “Man, you really suck at this, Kageyama.”

Kageyama whirls to face him, glaring. “As if you’re doing any better!”

“Hinata, could you shut up and work on your proverbs? I don’t have all day.”

“Tsukishima!”

Well, isn’t this interesting…

“This is so hard.” Kageyama huffs in frustration. “I won’t even need this stuff in the future.”

“Yeah, but you need it to go to the next training camp,” Hinata chimes in.

“Also, don’t be rude, King,” Tsukishima adds. “They weren't even supposed to tutor you at all.”

At that, Kageyama immediately straightens and bows his head toward you. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to be rude.”

“It’s fine, I get it.” You wave your hand dismissively. “I’m not too fond of science because I don’t see how chemistry will help me be a better sports journalist.”

Kageyama stops writing before shooting his head up. “Sports journalist?”

The rest of the members scattered around the room pause too, almost like you’ve dropped the most shocking revelation of the century.

“You like sports?” Kageyama questions.

“Yep! I don’t have a particular favorite at the moment.” You tap your chin thoughtfully. “I’m still trying to explore everything, but-”

“What about volleyball?” Kageyama’s full attention is on you now. He’s leaning forward and the pencil that was once in his hand is now rolling on the floor.

You hear an amused huff from somewhere in the room.

“Uh, volleyball?” You fumble for a response, caught off guard by the sudden shift in focus. “Well, it’s the sport I enjoyed playing the most in physical education.”

“What did you like about it?” He presses, moving a little closer.

“Uh-”

Yachi wasn’t kidding when she said volleyball was his life.

“Relax, Kageyama. They're not going anywhere, give them some space,” a gray-haired senior advises him.

“Oh, sorry,” Kageyama mumbles, leaning back a bit.

“It’s fine.” You smile, finding his passion quite endearing.

“I guess I like that I don’t have to handle the ball for a long time. Plus, your entire team just stays on one side of the court. When it comes to basketball or soccer, I look like a fool because I can’t dribble the ball well. It always gets away from me, and the other teams snatch it before I know what’s going on.”

You pause mid-ramble, momentarily embarrassed, but Kageyama doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, he looks even more engaged.

“Also, I find volleyball unpredictable and thrilling. The rallies always keep me on the edge of my seat. I’m sure you understand what I mean?”

“Yes. I do.” Something in his eyes shifts. “Thrilling…”

“Yeah-”

“Thrilling. Causing a feeling of great excitement or happiness,” Kageyama recites from memory.

The atmosphere in the room lightens instantly. Everyone attempts to hold back a laugh, including you. A few of his team members fail to do so, but he pays them no mind.

“That’s right, Kageyama-san. Volleyball is thrilling,” you nod at him with a shaky smile.

“Yes!” He cheers to himself silently, pumping his fists in genuine excitement.

Cute.

An idea suddenly pops into your head.

“Speaking of volleyball, do you have plans to play professionally?”

“Of course!” He answers with absolute confidence. “I don’t plan on doing anything else.”

“Ah, I see. And you plan on playing on international teams one day?”

“Definitely,” he responds without missing a beat.

“Great. You know what I think, Kageyama-san?”

“What?” He looks at you expectantly.

“Maybe learning some basic English could help you play better with foreign teammates.”

Kageyama tilts his head. “English can…help?”

“You don’t need to be a fluent speaker, but teamwork improves when you can understand each other more, right?”

“That’s…” He stops to think about it carefully. You wait, hoping that it motivates him to study a bit more.

“But, wouldn’t there be translators and everything?” Hinata pipes up.

“That’s true, but they won’t always be there,” you respond in a steady tone. “I believe it’s always better to be prepared. It helps to have a common language at times.”

“A common language…” Hinata repeats.

“Well, for instance, I plan on being a sports journalist here,” you continue, “but there’s a chance I’ll need to interview foreign players. It could help to know a bit of what they’re saying so that it doesn’t get very awkward. But, that’s just my perspective.”

Kageyama looks up, and to your surprise, he speaks before anyone else can.

“You’re right.”

The room goes silent. For a moment, you’re sure you didn’t hear him correctly.

“You’re right,” he repeats, more firmly this time. “How good should I be?”

“I—huh?” You blink again, confused by the sudden shift.

“How good should I be?” he asks, clearly serious, his intense gaze fixed on you.

“Oh, I heard you the first time,” you clarify, still trying to make sense of the situation. “I just don’t understand what you mean.”

“What should my goal be? How many words should I start memorizing?”

“Your goal?” You blink at him. “Your goal now for high school is to pass your English classes.”

Kageyama pouts. “I know, but you said it was important for volleyball. I need to be good enough at it then.”

You scramble your brain for a possible answer. “So…we’re talking about many years from now?”

He nods, patiently waiting for your verdict.

“Okay, fine,” you sigh. “If I get the chance to interview you in the future, we’ll do it in basic English. How does that sound?”

“I’ll do it,” he replies immediately, eyes lighting up.

Did he even process what I said?

“Please continue to teach me.” Kageyama bows before you, causing everyone to startle.

“Look at that! The King’s actually asking?”

“Shut up!” Kageyama grumbles at his teammate before turning back to you.

You’re flustered by his unexpected gesture, but can’t help the tiny smile tugging at the corner of your lips.

“Alright. Now come on, we’ve got thirty more minutes before you guys start practice.”

Yachi calls you later that evening in total disbelief. “Kageyama-kun just told me you guys went through his entire vocabulary list today.”

“Yes.”

“I couldn’t believe it at first!” Yachi exclaims, her tone rising in excitement. “Sometimes we barely get through half the list after an hour.”

You think back to his progress before you found a way to motivate him. “Well, it seemed that way at first-”

“Then he says that learning English is important for his future after all! He even wants to dedicate extra time to study for it. He never would have done that before!”

“Ah-”

“And here’s the thing,” she continues, “he asked if you could tutor him again on other days! What exactly did you do?”

“Well, I-”

“Or is it something that I didn’t do? Did he say anything about me being a bad teacher or-”

“Yachi-san!” You cut her off before she spirals any further. “Don’t worry, he didn’t say anything about you. I think this is all because I may have challenged him to do a basic English interview with me in the future.”

Yachi blows a fuse. “You challenged- wait, what? In the future? What do you-”

“Wait, is that a bad thing?”

“No! I mean, it’s good, I suppose?” Yachi’s voice softens as she carefully chooses her words. “Um, it actually explains something he asked me for help with earlier.”

“What is it?”

“You told him to write down one word every day and use it in a meaningful sentence, right?”

“Yes. Why?”

“Well, you see, his sentence, um…”

“What’s wrong?”

“He asked me how to write, ‘Meeting Yachi-san’s friend was thrilling.’”

You freeze for a moment, the weight of her words sinking in.

“Wait- what?”

“He said meeting you was thrilling.”

“Oh...”

The silence on the line stretches, your mind racing. Something electric runs through your veins, and you can almost feel your heart thumping faster.

“What about you?” Yachi asks, her voice hesitant but curious.

“Me?”

“Was meeting Kageyama-kun thrilling too?”

You think back to that afternoon and it’s easy to respond with certainty.

“Yes.”

A week later, Kageyama walks into your classroom during lunch. He shows you a test paper with what he says is the highest score he’s ever gotten on an English test.

You can hear Hinata grumbling to Yachi about how unfair it is that Kageyama got extra help, but all you can focus on is Kageyama’s smile. It’s the most genuine, beautiful one you’ve ever seen.

I want to see it more.

I want to be around him more.

I want to achieve our goals together.

“Dream.”

Kageyama’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts.

“What?”

He points to the bottom of his test paper, where he was asked to write a sentence in English using any of the provided vocabulary words. You attempt to read his messy handwriting, but he reads it out for you anyway.

“Their dream is to be a sports journalist.”

You feel the heat rise to your cheeks.

He wrote about me?

Hinata squawks, reaching for the test paper and reviewing it with Yachi.

“Oh my gosh, he actually got all the grammar right,” she gasps in awe. “Good job, Kageyama-kun!”

He thanks her briefly before fixing his gaze on you once more.

“Dream. That was the word of the day.”

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Hello!! May I request Woozi, having a girlfriend she is still in college while he’s an idol producing everyone knew her from who se is and wh she’s with, she starting getting bully from her college, getting hate by people randomly for first time, she went to woozi’s studio but there where reporters outside so she went in fast and scared and panicked when she got to Woozi she was crying, and he hug her but then she got a panicked attack and then Woozi wanted to to take a break to help her get better and stuff like that. I think this is too much and am sorry for this being so much but I feel like you will write the best plot or stuff with this!!! Love your writing and hope you don’t pressure yoursel!!

Believe In Me

☆ pairing: woozi x 14th member!reader

☆ genre: angst, tons of angst, tons of tons of angst

☆ trigger warning: verbal insults, ONE curse word

☆ word count: 3.3k

☆ synopsis: as the 14th member, you are always criticised for being the only woman in the group. however, one misunderstanding has brought your reputation to a standstill, affecting the relationship between you and jihoon..

author’s note: thank you for this request<3 i changed the storyline for some parts, hope you still like it!

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it has been years since you debut. after gruelling hours of practicing, and endless nights trying to convince your parents that you were made to follow your dream as an idol, your parents reluctantly agree, but on one condition.

you had to complete your studies. and you could do whatever you want if you did so.

your yearn to achieve your dreams as a superstar was strong enough, and to just complete university? easy enough.

spoiler alert: it wasn’t.

pledis scheduling you to debut with 13 other guys was far-fetched. being the only woman, you were afraid of the remarks of the public. however, you knew the guys well, well maybe because you have been training with them since you were 14.

it was all normal, especially because you were the same age as chan, so you could rely on him whenever you could. the both of you went to the same high school, woke up early together, and spent hours trying to cram for exams. he was your other half.

not forgetting the other members, because of them, idol life seems to be an exciting one.

vocal sessions with seokmin and seungkwan were a blast, belting out the high notes of your favourite songs and them adding random ad-libs.

practicing choreography with hoshi and minghao (even though minghao sat the side from exhaustion most of the time), your passion out of the roof.

random bilingual conversations with joshua, vernon and jun, which none of you understood each other.

coffee dates with mingyu and wonwoo (or you third-wheeling them)

and midnight talks with jeonghan and seungcheol, one that you truly need after a long day of work.

saving the best for the last, jihoon, the one whom you’d always staying hours in the production room, just to watch him brew a new piece of music within hours at hand.

it wasn’t a surprise if you said you were staying over at his studio for the night, all the members were used to it.

you greatly appreciated it, especially because you adored those moments between the both of you: late night dinners, where you would always force him to eat, sitting beside him while he teaches you the technical details about composing (which you didn’t understand) and one to one talks when things have gotten too heavy.

jihoon was a pillar of strength to you. you have always seen him as the most reliable figure in your group. and that admiration had turn into adoration, where you began noticing the little things about him:

how his eyes always stared at the ceiling when he was trying to come up with new ideas, or how he would always put you to sleep despite his busyness.

and true enough, he felt the same way, causing your relationship to turn from late night buddies to a lovey-dovey couple, one which people didn’t expect.

because a few years after you debut, in your second year of university, it was announced by the company that you and jihoon were in a relationship. fans were not surprised, knowing how close the both of you were, and how both of you enjoyed each others’ presence.

but to non-carats? that piece of news blew the internet up within seconds.

even though you have been in the group for quite some time, the public still had some mixed reactions. which includes your schoolmates in your university.

you had amazing friends. friends who supported you through your idol journey, updating you on lectures, or giving you a heads-up on an upcoming project.

on the other hand, there were some people who can’t seem to comprehend the fact that you were in a relationship with THE woozi from seventeen.

until one day, you were on the way to the campus, when you noticed news spreading on social media, about some carats posting photos of you and jihoon at a cafe, talking and laughing with one another while waiting for the drinks.

you remembered that day vividly. it was dance practice for the comeback. the members gathered to play a round of hongsam, and the first 2 to be out of the game would need to buy coffee for the staff and the members.

but some of the comments twisted the story, mentioning how a few days ago, you were seen with another man, who was wearing a navy hoodie, and a person that doesn’t resemble any of the members.

those comments blew up, and eye-witnesses came to flood your feed with many photos, with an aggregating number of remarks.

‘isn’t she dating jihoon, and she’s outright cheating on him with another man??’

‘poor jihoon. he made her entire career successful, and now she’s stabbing him in the back, he deserves better!’

‘y/n is a traitor! just leave the group, she didn’t deserve to be part of them anyway.’

those comments hit your like the tides of the waves, the weight of their words crashing down one by one.

you continued scrolling, until you saw the trending hashtags:

top in trending:

#SVTIS13

#LEAVEY/N

#SVTDESERVESBETTER

you didn’t know what to do. you were already on the way to campus, there were definitely people that would talk about this. until you saw a notification appear on the top of your screen.

hoon🤍: i know you’re reading them, and i suggest you to stop. when you’re done with classes. come to the studio.

his message, stoic and cold, stung right at your heart. you patted your chest, trying to reassure yourself that he knows the truth, and that you, in fact, would never cheat on him.

you would never risk your image like that.

you would not risk your career with SEVENTEEN like that.

and most importantly, you would never risk your relationship with jihoon like that.

and before you know it, the moment you stepped into the building, you could hear murmuring from the people around you. pointing fingers, giving disgusted faces, and laughing mockingly at you.

the moment your eyes landed on your friends, they immediately walked up to you, surrounding you while trying to bring you into the lecture hall.

“are you alright, y/n? have you eaten?” yoonji asked, a hint of worry lingering in her tone

“don’t think about it, don’t listen to them. you know the truth and you would not have done that.” jiyeon whispered, patting your back gently.

“i’d never cheat on him, i love him too much to cheat.” you mumbled, your voice firm, but your throat continued to tighten. your head hung low, your hands clasped against the cold wood of the table in the lecture hall.

“you should get to the studio right after this class. i’m sure you need some time with him, right?” haesol suggested, her smile reassuring, like always.

you nodded, your mind beginning to flood with the image of jihoon, probably disappointed, or maybe disapproving.

would he believe those rumors?

no he wouldn’t. he trusts me, right?

the lecture hall began to flood with students, some of them turning to your direction and whisper amongst themselves, letting out giggles and disgusted looks.

you tried, you tried your hardest to ignore them, and focus on the lecture instead.

their words shouldn’t get to you. it’s just a rumor.

during the lecture, you felt your phone vibrate in your bag. confused, you took it out, to see a message from chan.

twinstar⭐️: y/n-ah, not to scare you, but during practice today, the members were talking about what happen. you know already, right? but jihoon hyung has been quiet. he didn’t talk much. just.. observing. i thought i should let you know first, because vernon hyung and i are worried.

you sighed. the worry in you escalating. you quickly typed a respond back, your fingers shaking slightly from fear.

you: i’ll be there. my lecture is ending shortly.

at that moment, your lecturer concluded the lesson, and left the hall. that led to the rest of the students to start packing up, talking and laughing while walking out.

you packed your things swiftly, waving your friends goodbye before practically sprinting out of the hall.

on your way to the exit, you heard even more whispers. this time, they were louder, almost as if they were trying to force you to hear them.

until one of them shouted.

“hey! isn’t that the cheater? where is she running off to, her side kick?”

and that sent the people around in a series of loud laughter, mockingly and filled with bad intentions.

you couldn’t take it anymore. it felt more humiliating that it should, given the fact that you were so well-known. you rummaged through your bag, digging out a cap that you stole from hoshi, before flagging a cab to the HYBE building.

you were texting chan, trying to get any possible updates; about the company’s reactions, to the situation between the members, and especially how jihoon was acting. and when you looked up, you saw the crowd.

photographers, reporters, fans, or just people passing by, trying to catch a glimpse of you.

you told the driver to stop at the side, so that you could rush over without the people swarming the cab like a bunch of bees. but when you stepped out, everyone came rushing over, hovering over you to get a glimpse of you, and with some underlying motives.

“is it true that you are in another relationship except for woozi?”

“who is that male? and how is he related to you?”

“unnie, why would you do this to him.”

“woozi deserves better!”

you shifted the cap to cover your face more, your breath getting more staggered. you clenched onto the sleeve of your jacket, trying to catch your breath while focusing on what’s in front of you. there were cameras shoved in your face, light flashing from all the clicking, and people screaming into your ear.

the more you tried to move, the more people began to dig into your skin.

“leave the group, y/n!”

“you b!tch, how could you do this??”

you couldn’t take it anymore. you didn’t even realise that tear streaks started to form on your cheeks. your mind was clouded, with so many thoughts, and was just so overwhelmed by what was going on around you.

you shoved yourself through the crowd, the voices around you beginning to muffle as you clenched your fists tighter. and before you knew it, you felt someone tug on your arm firmly, pulling you into the building.

you yelped in surprise, thinking that it was another reporter, but when you looked up, the familiarity began to fall into its place.

mingyu.

“shit.” he mumbled under his breath, pulling you into his arms and escorted you further into the building. you felt something hover over you, almost as if to cover you. you glanced to the side, to see dokyeom following beside, with a concerned look on his face.

you heard the security screaming outside, telling everyone to disperse and leave the building.

mingyu’s arm still stayed around you, while dokyeom just stayed behind, making sure no fans or reporters could reach any of you.

but you heard another familiar voice, whispering, as if he was talking to someone.

“it’s bad… panic… taking her… there…” and you couldn’t hear anymore of it.

mingyu leaned his head closer to your ear, talking to you in the most gentle way.

“would you like us to take you to woozi hyung’s studio? i’m sure you don’t want to be swarmed by the members, right?”

you nodded, your fists tightening further as you did so.

“hoshi hyung, woozi hyung’s studio.” mingyu said, turning around to face the guy, who was on the phone at the time.

“coups hyung just called. the security are dealing with the crowd, and the company are going to release a statement soon.” hoshi replied.

mingyu nodded, tapping the key code to enter the next part of the building, one which screams familiarity.

on the third door along the hallway, purple lights peaked out of the creaks of the door — your favourite colour. and your ost, one that you sang for a drama that was recently released, can be heard from where you’re standing.

standing at the front of the door, hoshi knocked on the door. the music stopped abruptly, paused at the climax, where you have belted out your high note, which jihoon absolutely adored. the wheels of the chair began to roll, as footsteps started to approach. dokyeom patted your back, giving you a reassuring rub, making sure that you were fine.

your heart thumped. you didn’t know what to expect. you were bracing yourself, hoping that seeing jihoon’s stern expression wouldn’t break you down immediately. rubbing your hands together, you tried to catch your breath, still trying to recover from the effects of the moment.

the door creaked open, the purple LED light spilling out of the room. a man, familiar yet distant, stood before you. your breath hitched, the tensions of the atmosphere heightening. you fixed the cap, facing it lower so you couldn’t look at him at the eye.

jihoon stared for a moment, exchanging glances with the 3 men around you, before mouthing a ‘thank you’.

mingyu let go of you, dokyeom patted your head gently, while hoshi whispered “whatever happens, we’re here for you.” into your ear before moving away.

jihoon opened the door slightly wider, welcoming you to enter, but you stood there, still hesitant, almost afraid that you would cross any boundaries if you did so.

he let out a sigh. he wasn’t usually a guy filled with expression, and isn’t keen on expressing acts of love with people around him. but this time, he took your arm, so gently that it felt like if he wasn’t careful, you would break. he pulled you closer, pressing a kiss on your head, whispering, “don’t be scared, we’ll talk when you’re ready.”

that triggered you to take a step forward, scared but determined. you entered the room, while jihoon nodded the rest goodbye, giving them the signal to leave.

the studio, the one that you used to call your comfort place, was feeling so distant, so cold, and something with a lingering sense of discomfort.

closing the door behind you, he guided you over to his table. the screens were black, none of them option, except for one, showing your ost, the one which he paused.

he sat you down on the couch beside him, his hand never leaving yours.

that couch, the one where you slept on when he worked wee hours, and the one where you and him talked and laughed about anything in the world.

but now, it was anything but comfort.

sensing your discomfort, he pulled you by your waist, inching closer to him. you were surprised. he rarely initiated any forms of love, but today was different.

that was when you felt his arms wrap around you, hugging you tightly, like he was protecting you from the vast world.

you stayed there, surprised, but immediately crumbled under his touch. the tears you have been holding onto started to fall uncontrollably, as you let out sob after sob. you buried your head into his shoulders, trying to stifle the cries.

the both of you stayed there for a few moments, jihoon remained silent, like he was trying to comprehend the fact that you were crying in his arms.

something that you did rarely, even to him.

to him, you are the strongest figure that he has ever seen. so firm in your decisions, so quick to pick up something new, and the first person that people go to when they need people to talk to.

you are so admirable to him.

and the fact that not everyone sees it breaks his heart.

he could feel every single emotion of yours, like his heart was connected with yours.

or maybe it was.

he inhaled a sharp breath, whispering gently into your ear:

“that ost you sang. ‘strength’. you expressed the complicated emotions that a woman live with. writing that song, i was so conflicted. i wasn’t clear about what a woman was facing, but when i see you. how you live like it’s your last day, how you bottle your emotions, caring too much about everyone, you are the inspiration to my music. you are my star, y/n. i don’t know how to explain this feeling, but i trust you. i know you would never do such thing, and it hurts to see the media hate on you like that.”

he was silent for a moment, seeming like he was trying to process his inner thoughts. he pulled apart from you, holding your hand as if he was afraid to let go. he stared into your eyes, the eyes he wished he never had to see tears covering.

you were just so precious to him.

“i know you better than anyone, you know that right? although dino may be my competitor, you are the only reason i continue to smile, the reason why i continue to do what i love today.”

you just stared at him, his words hitting harder than it should. although the members had always supported you, and had been your constant cheerleaders since the beginning, hearing it from jihoon always pulls heartstrings that you could never find.

“i just wanted to live my life. you know i would never cheat on you, right? i-i just wanted to have some sibling time with my brother, but people always twist stories to make me look like a bad person. i’m not, i’ll never do that to you, you know that right?”

“i know that, i know that too well god it hurts. it hurts to see you so broken, and so afraid of the world because the universe is against you. i’ll help you through it. i swear by it. do you believe in me, love?”

and that broke you. he usually calls you by your name, and never by a nickname. you immediately wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you.

“always, i have always believed in you, no matter what.”

you could feel a smile forming on your forehead, his lips pressing against your temple now, placing a gentle kiss on it. he began landing a kiss each of your facial features.

“i’ll protect you.” a kiss on your left eye, kissing the tear away.

“i’ll help you get through this.” a kiss on your cheek, a place where he always does it to ‘play safe’.

“i trust you so much,” a kiss on the tip of your nose, the place where he would always wipe when you get a dot of ice cream right there.

“i love you.” he mumbled, before gently placing a soft kiss on your lips, almost like he was trying to memorise your movements, how you react, and how you would return it right back.

the moment lasted for some time, letting the both of you savour each other.

pulling away, he gave you a soft smile, leaning his forehead against yours, his gaze still glued onto yours.

“we’ll clear the rumours, we will always stand by you.” he whispered against, like a promise he would never break.

you placed your hand on his arm, finally smiling after a long day of distress.

“i love you hoonie, so much.” you said, your hand reaching up to cup his cheek.

“i love you too.” he responded, his arm circling around your waist.

the rumours may still be spiralling across the internet.

but right now, that was not any of your concern.

as long as you have him, the world would stop spiralling anyway.

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