#and then she rolls her eyes at me and tells me to stop being a little bitch

[chrissturnsfav]

if star made pornstar by nessa barett do u think chris could’ve been fucking the shit out of her in the studio and that’s how she got the moans in the bridge 🤭🤭 or she could tell chris that’s the vibe she’s going for and he immediately suggests that he does that? IDK IF IM BEING CRAZY BUT THAT WOULD MAKE SUCH A HOG PROMPTTTTTTT AUGGHH

⋆.˚✮ rapper!chris helps singer!reader put her moans in her song

it’s after midnight in the studio, and your legs are tucked up on the worn leather couch while chris leans over the soundboard, head bobbing slightly to the beat looping through the speakers.

you can’t help but smile watching him—always so in his element. it makes your heart beat faster sometimes, just how effortlessly confident he is.

you clear your throat, heart thudding just a little. "chris?"

he looks up, a grin already on his lips. "what's good, kid?"

you toy with the hem of your oversized sweatshirt, cheeks heating up even though it's just him. "remember the song i've been working on for the album? pornstar?"

his brows lift, and that grin of his turns wicked. "yeah, i do. what’s on your pretty lil’ mind, huh?"

your stomach flips, but you press on. "i kinda wanna put, like, my moans in it. like, not in a gross way. just, y’know, artistic and stuff."

there’s a beat of silence before he laughs—low, rich, and full of mischief. "yo, you wild f'that." he steps closer, resting a hand on the back of the couch right next to your shoulder. "but i'm not gon’ lie...sounds fire. you tryna break the internet or what?"

you laugh nervously, covering your face. "stop! i’m serious."

he pulls your hand down gently, locking eyes with you. "m'serious too. but lemme guess—ain’t tryna jus' fake that, huh?"

"no..." you mumble, feeling stupid but oddly excited.

he tilts his head, smirking like he’s already got the answer. "bet. we can make this reealll easy, ma."

you blink up at him. "what do you mean?"

he leans in, voice dropping low and playful. "we record your moans live. like... i make you moan right here in the booth. get authentic wit' it, y’feel me?"

your jaw drops. "chris!"

"c'mon," he grins, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you close. "i know you wanna."

chris proves you right just moments later when you're perched in his lap on a desk chair, panties pulled to the side as you feel him filling your puffy pussy, riding him at a comfortable pace, mewling softly.

one of chris' hands are kneading the flesh of your ass, looking up at you with a smirk as he breathes heavily, the other holding a microphone up to your parted lips.

your hazy eyes flit down to his face with your brows furrowed in pleasure, the smirk on his lips sending a pleasure wave through you as you let out another soft moan.

he nods up at you, snickering breathily, "keep goin', you sound so pretty," he whispers.

chris' tip brushes against your cervix deliciously with every bounce of your hips, causing you to let out airier moans into the mic, your eyes rolling back as your fingers curl around his shirt for leverage.

he hums in awe up at you, swiping his tongue over his bottom lip as he squeezes the flesh of your ass, "mhmm, look at you," he coos quietly, lidded eyes burning into yours. "ridin' my cock like such a good girl, wanna go faster f'me? hm?"

you nod your head, swallowing hard as you pant softly into the mic. you adjust your position on his dick before bouncing your hips harder and faster, eliciting a loud whine into the mic and a low grunt from chris as his fingers sink into your skin.

"theeeere you go, that's my fuckin' girl, jus' like that, baby, keep ridin' jus' like that," he purrs quietly, hissing in pleasure as his eyes flutter close, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip when he feels you take him into your tight warmth deeper.

"m-mmph...a-ah...ah," you moan into the mic, your eyes rolling back as your jaw falls open, drool seeping past your lips, the delicious feeling of him stretching you going straight to your tummy, a knot forming in it.

your walls tighten around him hard, causing chris to groan deeply, letting you both know how close you are. "c'mon, take this dick, baby, cum all over it too, wanna feel that shit," he grunts quietly, looking up at you with lidded eyes.

the knot tightens in your tummy, your thighs beginning to shake as your noises become more high pitched into the mic, your pace on his cock growing sloppier and erratic. "o-oh god...a-ah.."

"mm, c'mon," chris mumbles, his chest heaving up and down as he feels his balls tightening as he gets close. "you so close, just cum f'me, mama."

the knot snaps in your tummy, your hips stuttering as you let out a cry into the mic, your walls fluttering around chris' dick as your knuckles turn white at how hard you grip his shirt.

chris is pushed over the edge shortly after you, his eyes rolling back as he gasps, his hand holding the mic to your lips shaking slightly as his fingers sink into the flesh of your ass, thrusting his hips up into you to ride out his high.

"fuck," he grunts breathily, lowering the mic from your lips as his head falls back against the chair, his eyes closing. you wrap your arms around his neck, panting into his chest.

he chuckles breathily, his arm coming around your back to rub it beneath your sweatshirt, "damn, kid, you really gonna break the fuckin' internet wit' this shit. loud as hell."

thank you for reading!! <3

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[lynnieverse]

hi, absolutely devouring late night talking!! just wondering if you've ever seen meetcutesnyc on tikotk? cannot stop imagining rafe being stopped & asked for his love story especially with how many hs & college sweethearts end up there..... it just fits too good!!! bc u know damn well he's looking for any excuse to talk his girl up and show that rock on her finger... and of course she just gets to smile n wave at the camera, living her best life

so high school // rafe cameron

oneshot

meetcutesnyc au

rafe cameron x reader

a/n: I LOVE THIS IDEA OMG. thank you so much for this and i hope i did it justice!! enjoy :)))

“Excuse me, are you two together?” the cheery voice sounded to your left. Rafe turned first, tugging on your interlocked hands with a smile on his face. You take in the small woman with a microphone––a man with a camera on his shoulder standing next to her––stomach immediately twisting to knots. Pedestrians grumble as they pass, obviously annoyed at the sudden stop in foot traffic. You shuffle towards the curb, the camera following as you do so. 

“Yeah we are,” Rafe said brightly, glancing back at you with only love in his eyes. You can’t help but grin back, the anxiety that came with the camera fading the longer you looked at him. 

“Can I ask how you met?” the woman asked, directing the cameraman so he got the two of you in frame. You snickered, squeezing Rafe’s hand instinctively as he gave you a warning look. 

“Go ahead babe, tell her.” Rafe rolled his eyes playfully and turned his attention back to the camera. 

“Well…we hated each other.”

“Loathed,” you chime in. 

“Okay I wouldn’t go that far,” he argued, bumping your shoulder with his. 

“I would! He’s my best friend’s older brother, so I had to be around him all the time, and he was an annoying boy for the majority of our childhood.” The interviewer laughed, glancing between you both with a twinkle in her eye. 

“Yeah, yeah. And she was a little brat who loved to get on my nerves.” Rafe stuck his tongue out at you. You hold up your hand and purse your lips, ignoring him completely. 

“So what made you change your mind?” 

“Well I didn’t, not for a while anyway. It wasn’t until college that he finally grew up and I could take him seriously.” 

“Listen I only acted that way because I liked you in high school!” he defended for the dozenth time, something that always baffled you. When he first told you that little tidbit of information, you’d spewed your water all over him at a very nice restaurant. 

“Anyway…” you drawled out. “He had to win me over, so he decided to follow me around wherever I went.” 

Rafe groaned, throwing his head back dramatically. “You make me sound like a stalker, Y/N!”

The interviewer laughed. “So you pursued her?”

“Aggressively,” you confirm, shaking your head with a fond smile. "Every study session, every coffee run, every party—I’d turn around and there he was. He was such a cockblock to my dating game too; I swear he crashed every date I ever had.” The interviewer stifled a laugh with her hand.

“Yeah that’s true,” he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “I was persistent and charming, okay?” You whipped your head to the side, gaping at him.

“You tripped and spilled your coffee in front of me three times,” you remind him. 

Rafe gasped, pretending to clutch his pearls. “You helped me up! That was the moment I knew, you know?” he commented to the camera. “When you stared down at me, covered in caramel macchiato, and I thought, ‘Damn, she’s the one’.”

“I was laughing at you,” you giggle, shoving his shoulder. Rafe took it in stride, pulling you into his side and kissing the top of your head.

“So when did you officially get together?” she asked, leaning forward slightly, clearly eating this up. 

“Junior year,” you answer, still locked in Rafe’s embrace, surrounded by his intoxicating scent. It never gets old, being around him. 

“When she finally admitted to being obsessed with me,” Rafe added, winking to the camera.

You scoffed. “Yeah, sure.” 

“Tell them about the proposal,” he whispered, nudging you towards the mic. You groan, the blood instantly rushing to your cheeks. 

“Oh God,” you cover your face with your hands. 

“Oh come on, Princess, you love telling people how I got down on both knees.” 

A gasp came from in front of you. “Wait––you what?”

“I panicked okay! I got down on one knee, then I just––wanted to make sure––so I got down on both,” he raised his hands defensively. 

“He looked like he was begging for his life!” you snorted, shaking your head. “But it was sweet. And perfect. And obviously I said yes.” Rafe grabbed your hand and showed your ring to the camera, the light making the moss agate gem shine brightly. You were never really a diamond girl, and he delivered perfectly. 

“Best thing to ever happen to me!” Rafe was smiling ear to ear, cheeks an adorable shade of pink. 

“You guys are adorable!” The cameraman nodded too, shaking the camera a bit. 

“I know,” Rafe said, clearly enjoying this. 

You press a soft kiss to his cheek. “I love you, you weirdo.” 

“I love you more, Princess,” he murmured, squeezing your hand. 

“Thank you guys so much for your time! Good luck with the wedding!” The interview wrapped up, the crew saying goodbye and leaving the two of you on your own once more. Rafe tugged you forward, finally getting back on track to your favorite bagel shop. 

“I was persistent.” he said in mock seriousness, a pout overtaking his face. You burst out laughing, jumping up to peck his lips. 

“Yes you were, baby. You knew what you wanted and boy you got her,” you smirked. Rafe clutched his heart. 

“I love when you quote Taylor Swift at me.” 

“All you are is mean, and a liar, and pathetic––” 

“Okay not that one!” You both laugh, fading into comfortable silence. 

As you approach the front of the shop he pulls you closer, whispering softly in your ear. “I really did always know it was you.”

[rhaeheartzsquirrelz]

General Sevika Headcannons

Sevika x Female Reader (Fluff)

Content (w): You’re horny in like.. once? Angst at the end, but its short.

Proofread || Note: I didn’t mean to disappear, writers block got to me :( Kinda short and this is, a tiny bit, rushed.

MEN DO NOT INTERACT!!!!

Random

Big on whistling. Does it when she needs your attention, when she’s checking you out, even when she’s teasing. She likes seeing the look on your face. Especially eye rolls, do one with a face and she’s giddy.

Insanely good at Sudoku. She picked it up a while back when Silco taught her the magic behind the numbers. Now, she’ll challenge the old man and watch as he pinches the bridge of his nose while she’s smiling smugly.

Loves when call her, or anything that belongs to her, cool. She likes being cool. That’s probably why she lets her cape fly off during fights.

Hates her glasses, mainly because they lack functionality, but enjoys seeing you thirst over them. She’d going blind and you’re over here drooing over her, she loves that. And, just for fun, she’ll wear a turtleneck; which, gets you hornier than ever.

Expression

Is she good at being romantic? No. She’s never had someone to be.. soft with. In a way, you’re the first person she’s ever opened up to. Be it letting you know her interests, her dislikes, her favourites, or just small, “not so very tough” things about her. However, she’s only just getting used to those things.

Flowers is all Sevika really knows. On her way back from her backbreaking job, she’ll grab you a few flowers from the market or straight up pluck one she randomly saw and surprise you.

Not so good with words. That woman doesn’t have a clue on how to comfort you. Why? Because she’s never been in a situation where she’s had someone talk her through her problems. Where she’s been able to let slip an ounce of vulnerability. Tragic, but she’s learning.

Things she does that she doesn’t realize

Stares so much that, before the two of met, it scared you. You thought you were her next target and lived in fear for the next week or so until the woman, finally, decided to talk to you. And, after a few months of dating you finally brought it up. She denied it at first but, when she caught herself staring at you a million more times she came clean.

“I was only appreciating you.” She brings it up so abruptly that you’re confused, “what are you talking about?”

With a sip of her whiskey, she rolls her eyes and sighs.

“Nothing..”

Her grip’s a little too hard. Her flesh fingers always end up digging into your waist whenever she’s trying to keep you close. Your girlfriend never noticed it until you had to talk to her about the slight redness she had left on your skin. And, for the next week, Sevika brought home boquets of flowers— not the cheap kind— every day until you told her you forgave her. (You didn’t know she wanted you to say so.)

So sassy that you sometimes have to take deep breaths in order to not tell her off. It’s not on purpose, she’s just so used to having that tone. One time you thought she was pissed at you when, in reality, she was just trying to find the next row for her Sudoku round.

Snores loudly. Jannah have mercy on your soul because that woman will not stop snoring for the love of her life. You’ve tried giving her different pillows, different positions, anything and everything, but nothing seems to work. Somehow, over time, you found a way to fall asleep with her deep snores beside you, even though, sometimes, you want to smack her in the face with a pillow.

Dislikes/Hates

Being ignored. Sevika will, quite literally, go insane if you ever give her the silent treatment. She’s not used to being treated like she’s not there— hell, she’s one of the most respected woman in Zaun, why would she be alright with not being acknowledged? Just to get back at you, she’ll annoy you until you break. Chewing loudly in your ear or shaking you up by heavily sitting on the couch beside you, she’s determined, and she knows you know that.

Her own overthinking. She’s been through a lot, and she doesn’t know why you still stick around with all her problems. Even the risk of you being in danger, because of her, makes her stay awake at night, she doesn’t want to lose you and she hates how her mind needs constant reassurance that you want the same thing. Even though she rarely says the amount of doubts she has, she’ll hit you with this look that only you can read. It’s a silent need that you, happily, provide. Murmuring soft words she’ll end up being embarrassed about later.

The saddest one of them all: her face. :(((( Seeing herself in the mirror makes her feel a sense of shame that she’s never fully able to verbally express. It’s the scars that make her feel self conscious, the wrinkles on her face that makes her groan, the masculinity of her jaw that makes her question herself. But, luckily for her, she’s got this amazing girlfriend, you, who will reassure all her problems away. You swoop in when you hear how quiet the apartment has gotten, follow behind her and give her a few looks of awe and comment on whatever she needs you to. Tell her she’s the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen and she’ll melt. Smiling like some teenager while looking away in embarrassment; in that moment, she’s thinking about how lucky she is to have you with blush on her cheeks.

[carnallysm]

Taking it out on you.

warnings: dom! Emily, sub!fem!reader, gun play, degradation, praise, light mommy kink, lmk if i forgot something!

It wasn't uncommon for Emily to have a bad day—or even bad weeks—due to her profession. Being the Unit Chief of the BAU came with more cons than pros, if she had to be honest.

Emily didn't enjoy it, but she liked it. She liked serving and doing it for her people, her family. That didn't mean it kept the stress away. It simply meant Emily dealt with it trying to appear as composed as she possibly could, and she was good at it. Emily was good at faking being just fine not to worry others.

Nonetheless, you could tell.

Be it the way her steps echoed through the entire apartment, even scaring the poor cat Sergio away to some corner of the house; be it the frown your girlfriend was showing on her features.

You could tell it was a bad, bad case.

"Bad day?" So you asked, stopping your movements alongside the rhythm of some bad song at the radio.

"It was definitely a day," Emily responded with a large sigh, leaving her coat on the couch before stepping towards you, her hands immediately grabbing your waist tightly as Emily sank her face into the crook of your neck. "Thank God you're here." She spoke after taking in a deep breath of your essence.

"I'm always here—" But before you could finish your sentence, you felt a cold metal hugging your wrists together in a rapid movement. "What are you doing?" You questioned, not with fear but mere confusion at having your hands handcuffed so suddenly.

"You want to help me feel better, right?" At that, you did nothing but nod slightly, feeling a warmth spreading across your whole body due to the position you were in—Emily hugging you from behind, with you completely at her mercy.

"Then don't question me, understood?" Another nod, and in a second Emily had you whimpering lowly as her hands went to undo your shorts, pulling them down alongside your panties in a single second.

"I bet you're wet already, aren't you?" One of her hands went to your throat, applying enough pressure to cut off some of your air but not enough to hurt, while her other hand went straight away to cup your wetting pussy. "See, I was right after all." Emily spoke with a mocking scoff, her fingers circling your clit for a few moments, causing your breathing to become further ragged, before pulling away at once.

"Emily—" Her name left your mouth in a whiny tone, barely audible due to her left hand still restraining your air and pushing more pressure in your throat.

"I said, don't question me." Her voice came out firm, determined, and you didn't dare say anything else after that, instead yet another low moan left from you at that.

You heard some ruffling, and before you could even try to turn around and find what the sound was, Emily had took her gun out of her holster and was holding it close to your now drenched cunt.

A hint of fear appeared inside you, followed by a sensation of pure thrill and need. Unable to say anything, you opted to grind your hips a bit, desperate for Emily's touch.

"You want me that bad, hm?" Keeping the firm although mocking voice, Emily instantly pressed the tip of her gun against your drenched pussy, pushing inside you inch by inch at a torturously slow pace.

The sensation of the cold metal against your warm, slicky folds had your head falling back to rest on Emily's shoulder, your eyes almost rolling back in pleasure and the strange, terrifying and exciting tingle all at once.

"You definitely must be a different kind of slut to enjoy this." Emily said with a huffing laughter, her free hand leaving your throat and allowing you more oxygen, but it all went out when she slapped your sensitive clit while still pushing her gun into you mercilessly.

"You're going to cum on my gun, like a good dirty whore, aren't you?" Each and every word pronounced by Emily made its way directly towards your entire body, a shiver running down your spine as you felt that familiar coil settling in your lower stomach.

"Yes, fuck, Emily, please—" Another slap to your clit made you unable to finish your words once again, all the while more breathy moans escaped your lips. "Mommy, please!"

You rectified her name, knowing what Emily wanted from you at the moment, and what you needed to do to get the pleasure you so intently searched, your hips bucking against the gun now covered in your juices.

"I'll be good, mommy," You promised, and you right away felt the speed of Emily's gun pounding more fiercely into your clenching cunt. "Please."

"That's right, you're my good little slut," With that, her free hand pinched your puffy clit with enough force to tear a guttural moan from you, as you cummed in that moment thanks to Emily's skilled touch and gun-play.

As you came down slowly from your climax, your legs almost gave up and Emily had to hold you more tightly towards her, her arms wrapping around your waist after she pulled her gun back into her holster.

"You've been a good girl," Emily murmured against your ear, her breath hitting your skin and making you tremble further still. "You've been so good for me."

"I'm always here for you." You managed to reply in a breathless voice, finishing the sentence she didn't let you before.

[adilqalbi]

What's True Love If Not Necromancy?

pairing: ramdevi

tagging: @rc-catalog

word count: 799

tw: light mentions of death

rating: g

summary: a different take on devi waking up for the first time in hertfordshire, finding ram and their conversation.

additional note: A SUPER LATE birthday present for the one and only JB/ @webanglikethat!! Jbaby you're one of the greatest people I have had the honour of knowing. i did my best here but forgive any mistakes. i hope you have an amazing year and whatever troubles you, i hope it goes away asap. i'll always love you (platonically)

Ram hadn't realised just how much he missed Devi until the night she showed up to his room, complaining of a headache. 

She had been unconscious for weeks, but the British physicians had seemingly done their best to help her recover from her injury. 

Now, here she was, sitting on Ram's bed, breathing deeply and massaging her temples. 

Ram sat on the floor at her feet, watching her, his palms resting on her knees, waiting patiently for her to break their silence. 

Finally: ‘’Where are we?’’ Her voice was a whisper, and Ram had to lean in to hear the question. 

He sighed. She didn’t know. Of course, she had been dead, roaming around in the afterlife probably, and now she was back but in a foreign place. 

‘’We are in Britain. Hertfordshire.’’

‘’Hertfordshire? How? This…doesn’t make sense.’’

‘’Shh, I know it doesn’t. I’ll explain everything, rakshasi.’’ Ram ran his hand through Devi’s messy hair, trying to calm her down. 

‘’Please, Ram. Just tell me. I was dead. Dead. What happened?’’

Ram bit his lip. There was no delaying this. She had to know. 

He sat down next to her on the bed, took her hand in his and began. 

‘’You did die. Dixit stabbed you. But, you killed him before your final breath. And, then you died.’’

Devi was silent. 

‘Ram continued: ‘’I figure you would be upset to know that the last time you breathed was in…Christian’s arms.’’ 

‘’By the gods. Dying in the arms of a foreigner.’’ 

‘’Yes, well, it’s okay though. We got you back very quickly.’’

Devi looked up at Ram. ‘’Yes, how did you manage that?’’

Ram rubbed his neck, nervous, ‘’There’s this ritual that can be done. It had never been successful before but it worked with you for some reason.’’

‘’A ritual?’’

‘’Yes.’’

‘’It had never worked before?’’

‘’No.’’

‘’But, here I am.’’

‘’Indeed.’’

Devi rolled her eyes. ‘’Of course, you would know a ritual. But wasn’t it too big a risk?’’

Ram looked at the bedroom floor, dark oak. He was silent for a few minutes, lost in thought. 

It was risky to have done the ritual. He could have made everything worse. But, he knew one thing was true, which would never change. 

‘’I wanted to do everything in my power to get you back. I don’t think I could live without you.’’

Ram looked directly into Devi’s eyes, ‘’Five years, Devi. Five years of stolen glances, and flirty jokes, and searching for each other in the crowd and yet not being able to talk openly. I’d already suffered for five years, without you by my side.’’ Ram stopped here, his voice failing him. 

Devi completed his thoughts: ‘’And after five years, once we just began taking steps towards…happiness…that’s when I was taken away from the world of the living. And you…’’

‘’Couldn’t bear it. Not for one minute.’’ 

Devi curled her lips inwards, not sure what to say to Ram’s sudden confession. 

‘’I’m sorry, maybe this was too much altogether.’’ Ram quieted down, mentally berating himself for not keeping his mouth shut. He was always so good at it, so what happened now?

The next thing he knew was that Devi was holding his hand tighter. ‘’No, Ram. It’s…I appreciate you so much. I love you dearly. It’s just that…I don’t know. I just wasn’t expecting it.’’

Ram raised his eyebrow, askance. 

‘’You were the one who said that what we have can’t be anything more than a secret.’’ Devi smirked, her old self coming back slowly as her mind got used to being alive again. ‘’What changed?’’

Ram looked at her again, her sparkling eyes, her smile. He thought back to how she laughed. 

‘’I want to make you laugh, I think. I want to do that for the rest of my life.’’ 

Devi blinked. She had expected a sarcastic joke, but this was serious. 

She smiled softly again, rubbing her thumb against Ram’s palm. 

‘’Ram…truly…I’d love to laugh with you forever. But-’’

‘’Oh god, there’s a but.’’ 

Devi, ironically laughed, ‘’Listen to me, you rakshasa. But now was not a good time to confess. I came back to life  half an hour ago. I’m pretty sure my body isn’t used to being alive currently. I think I need to sleep, actually. So, if you would please continue your tale of true love later on, I’d love to be able to sleep.’’

‘’True love? What do you mean true lov - wait!’’

It was no use. Devi was already under the covers with her eyes closed.

Under the covers. Sleeping. 

On Ram’s bed. 

In Hertfordshire. 

Where the maids liked to gossip. 

He looked at the empty side of the bed. He thought about it for perhaps one minute. Then he cuddled in right next to his true love.

[skzhua]

episode 2.

MASTERLIST

pairing: XO, Kitty's Min Ho x Female reader

genre: Fluff, angst, exes-to-lovers, slow burn, coming-of-age.

word count: 4.1k (not proofread yet!)

warnings: Cursing, post-breakup feelings, jealousy.

summary: while kitty explores her bi awakening, you try to navigate how to deal with being friends with min ho again, and it's not quite how you'd like it to be. especially not when stella is around.

note: Bold - Korean, Italic - Over the phone

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"My world got so much bigger because of you and because of Simon," Kitty read as you and Q laid in her bed, as if she was reading bedtime stories to you both. "Jina has to know something about Simon. Why else would my mom mention him in her letter?"

"Yuri emailed her mom," you pointed out.

"Yeah, but Jina's at some wellness retreat and doesn't have any service," she sighed before grunting. "It is killing me to be this close to finding the guy that my mom was so in love with that she moved here against her parents' wishes..."

She kept on rambling on about her frustrations and wonders, meanwhile Q was attempting to make sense out of it. As for you, you couldn't focus much. Eyes on the phone, you were still hoping someone would text you any moment now. You got up from Kitty's bed and dropped yourself on yours, letting out a whine in the process.

"Y/N, stop thinking about it," Q said.

You shook your head. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Kitty hummed. "So there is somebody more dramatic than me!"

You all heard laughs coming from the other room, and Kitty rolled her eyes.

"I guess Yuri and Juliana are still in their honeymoon phase, uh?" Q commented.

"They're always tickle-fighting!" Kitty exclaimed, a fake smile plastered on her face. "We basically have to tear them apart for curfew checks so the RA doesn't figure out they're a couple."

"Doesn't that bother you?"

"Oh, not at all! Their squeals of joy act as a helpful reminder for me to stay focus on my goals. It'll get rid of this silly little crush-"

Her alarm went off went off and she sighed in relief. "Thank God."

You forced yourself to get your butt up and yell "Okay, guys, break it up! Ten minutes until curfew check!"

"Thanks, Y/N!" they yelled back.

The three of you got out the room to lead Q out the door, only to be welcomed with the sight of Yuri and Juliana cuddling. While you were so happy for your friend, you couldn't help but feel bad for Kitty. I mean, you were pretty much in the same situation.

"You're really going to subject yourself to an entire semester of that?" Q asked.

"You know what they say," Kitty responded. "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right?"

Unconvinced, he nodded. "Right. Something's telling me this is just killing you, though, so... Good night!" he waved at you both before walking out the door.

"Girls!" Yuri called out as soon as the door closed. "You're always hiding out in your room, come hang out with us!"

"Yeah, come distract us," Juliana added. "Otherwise, an RA might walk in and catch us making out."

"Oh," Yuri said in a teasing voice.

"Sure," Kitty responded, uncomfortable.

The couple began to tease each other with jokes and stuff, making you both even more uncomfortable. They ended up deciding to hide in their bedroom, and so did you in yours. Assuming Kitty would follow, you let the door open. When you noticed she wasn't coming with you, you turned on your heels to head back to stopped yourself as soon as you heard Yuri's voice. You were never the kind to eavesdrop, doing it a little wouldn't be so bad, right?

"What about you? You going to bed?" Yuri asked.

"Soon," your friend replied. "Y/N and I are just going to wait for Stella to get home. She's on her big date with Min Ho."

Your heart tightened as a short silence fell between your friends.

Yuri was the one to break it. "I don't know why Y/N gave her his number."

"Well, she was pretty mad at him. Maybe it's her way to move on."

"But they were getting on so well at the barbecue the other night. I'm sure I even saw a spark between them."

"You heard Y/N, though. He did some fucked up shit."

They were right. Why did you give her his number if you were hoping so bad he'd text you, telling you how boring she was and how he wished you were there to save him?

That text never came.

Chores. That was your punishment for staying with the boys last semester. In the end, you were also discovered to be one of the roommates, hency why you were mopping around a classroom with the whole gang: Dae, Q, Kitty... and Min Ho, of course. So far, avoiding Min Ho had been going pretty well. You caught up on a lot of stuff with Dae, such as how he had been dealing with the break up and how things were going at his place. You did manage to get your mind away from your problems for a short amount of time. It was also a good reminder that Dae was an excellent friend.

"You're avoiding him," he nodded his head towards Min Ho.

You shrugged. "Maybe."

"He really does feel bad about your argument."

You let a breath out. "I know that you're trying to ease things between us, and I appreciate it. But I want to heal in my own way first."

He smiled apologetically. "I get it."

And as if the world was doing everything in its power to make your life miserable, the man in question decided to mop right at your feet. And as to make any worse, the guy was intentionally poking your feet every two seconds. While you glared at him as a sign to stop, he could only smile lightly, and do it again. The silent interaction went on for a few minutes, until he cleared his throat, grabbing your attention.

"I'm just not that into Stella."

Your eyes grew bigger. "Pardon me?"

"I mean, she's cute. Don't get me wrong. But, maybe she's a bit too nice?"

You scoffed. "Is this where you're the playboy wanting to corrupt the good girl, and you're just mad because you're not getting anywhere with her?"

He threw his head back, letting a laugh out. "Please, I already did that with you." Instant blush. "I just think she's boring. Why are you so focused on my love life anyway, pup?"

It took everything in you to not let it show you were hearing exactly what you wanted to hear. "You tell me, you're the one who brought it up. But to answer your question, I'm not," you faked his accent.

"I actually miss the two of you bickering like this," Dae commented, reminding you he had been there the entire time.

"Am I still the only one who's irritated by her?" Min Ho groaned. "It's her and Covey's fault that we're cleaning the building for my dad's vanity project."

Q chuckled. "Guys, there could be way worse punishments. Like your dad forcing everyone to take one of his arts electives. Except for me! Your boy got an exemption. The star of KISS' track team needs to focus on getting gold at regionals."

"I'm taking Entertainment Management," Kitty informed.

"Yeah, same. Kind of sounds interesting," you affirmed.

"Me too," Min Ho said as he winked at you, making you blush again. "It's the only one without singing or dancing."

"I signed up for Advanced Voice," Dae informed casually.

Kitty turned around slowly, doubt on her face. "You sing? How did I not know this?"

"Because we were long-distance, and it's weird to serenade someone over the phone."

"I think we should hear something," Q encouraged as the four of you positioned yourself to be his audience.

"Now, like, here?"

"No, next year," Q joked.

"Yes," you and Min Ho said in unison.

"I wanna hear it," Q said.

"Yes, right now," Kitty rushed him.

In an instant, Dae jumped on top of a desk amd began to sing his heart out. Frankly, it was one of the prettiest voices you've heard. If this was his hidden talent, who knew what else he was capable of? The fun was cut short once Principal Lee walked in the room, visibly bothered byt the concert.

"This is a punishment for secretly living with Ms. Covey and Ms. Park last semester." At the sound, you straightened your posture, now face to face with the principal. "No fun!"

The moment you thought you were done for, Min Ho's father walked in with some of his employees following behind. You exchanged glances with Min Ho, who shrugged as to show he was as perplexed as you were.

"Okay, kids, you're dismissed. My cleaning crew will take care of it," Mr. Moon announced, Principal Lee shaking his head in disapproval.

"Wait, you can't overrule me on student matters."

"Renovations must begin today to stay on schedule, unless you also want my donation delayed."

Mr. Lee paused before his shoulders dropped in defeat. "Students, you're dismissed. For today."

The adults left one after the other until only the five of you were left in the room once again. It was a matter of seconds before you exploded in laughter, feeling somewhat relieved as well.

"I have never seen anyone talk to Professor Lee like that," Dae commented.

"I mean, he kind of ate," Q added.

Kitty squealed. "Mr. Moon forever!"

Min Ho let out a chuckle before he went on to gather the cleaning materials. You grabbed some yourself and left with him to put them back where they belong. You wanted to speak, say something. Only, nothing came to your mind that was slightly interesting. Even less after learning he had close to no interest in Stella. For the few eye contacts you had, small smiles were exchanged. But again, nothing more.

As your aunt told you, you stopped by her office before going to your Entertainment Management class. While you were having a harsh return, you did realize you hadn't visited her since school started. Knocking at her office's door, she immediately yelled for you to come in. As you stepped in, you immediately noticed the bags beneath her eyes.

"Are you killing yourself with work again?"

She might have looked exhausted, but she didn't let it stop her from laughing at your comment. "I'm trying to slow down, but you know me. And with Jina gone, things are working out differently this semester."

"Tell me about it... The curfew checks are getting annoying."

She nodded, and then picked a letter up. "I'm glad you came. I wanted to show this to you."

You took the piece of paper from her before reading the information on it. Frowning, you held it up to her again. "It's not addressed to me, it's for you."

"I know, but it's from your father. While cleaning this week, I rediscovered it and thought you might want to have a look at it."

Your expression softened and you took her hand, grateful. "Thank you. Anyway, I just wanted to see you a bit and let you know that things are settling down."

"I'm glad. Have you seen Min Ho? Seriously, that guy is handsome! What a shame it had to end."

You rolled your eyes. "And that is my cue to leave for class."

You could hear her from behind as you left as she was trying to either apologize or reinforce her point. Either way, you were far too gone to hear any of it, and you went to join Kitty at the cafeteria. Phone in her hands, she was trying to contact another retreat center in hopes Jina would be there. You started to walk and she mindlessly followed, phone now glued to her ear. They didn't answer until you reached class.

"Hey, could you connect me to Jina Lim's room? She's a guest at your resort," she spoke but her disappointed look was all it took for you to understand the call went nowhere. "Oh, my mistake. She must be staying at another property. Thank you."

As she hung up, you patted her shoulder. "You'll get a hold of her. Want me to ask Yuri?"

She groaned. "I did already, but she can't even reach her mom herself, so I guess it makes sense I'm not getting anywhere."

As you scanned the room to find a seat, your eyes landed on Stella, who just happened to be sitting next to Min Ho. The class you were almost excited to attend was now definitely the one you'd hate the most. Still, Min Ho gestured the seat next to him so you allowed yourself to take the spot, and Kitty sat on your other side.

"Hey, do you know who our teacher is?" she asked the pair.

"I'm just glad I won't have to perform. I'm still scared from playinh the donkey in m church's Nativity play," Stella replied. "But I'm guessing, you know, with your dad, you'll have a record deal, blockbuster movie out soon?"

You could only roll your eyes — though you did it mentally. She didn't know him, and it showed. Your inner comments were confirmed as soon as Min Ho opened his mouth.

"Yeah, not my thing."

"Imagine," you said in an ironic tone, making him chuckle lightly.

The door finally opened, revealing who your teacher would be. You were unsurprised to see Mr. Moon step in, as flamboyant as ever.

"Good afternoon," he greeted.

Min Ho' glanced at him for a second only to look at you with panicked eyes. "Oh my gosh."

"And congratulations. Out of all the new arts courses offered at KISS, you lucky few have stumbled into a masterclass." his dad continued.

"Masterclass, my ass," Min Ho said under his breath, you being the only person to laugh at his comment.

"But, I have news for you. Being a successful manager isn't something one can teach."

"Then why is this a class?" Min Ho commented once more, looking so done.

"It comes down to trusting your gut. And today, you will determine who will earn a spot in Advanced class and who will get their mic cords cut."

Kitty raised her hand. "Uh, Mr. MOON, i don't know enough about singing to be an effective-"

"Knowledge is do overrated," he cut her off. "My strongest opinions are on things I know almost nothing about."

"And that's my dad..." Min Ho sighed.

"I really wonder why you didn't want me to meet him," you joked only to receive a glare.

"Y/N, are you seeing the same man that I am seeing right now?" he gestured to his father.

"Yeah, an icon."

He huffed in frustration, but you could only laugh more at his reaction. As you were about to say something else, you met Stella's eyes. She was obviously telling you to back off. Who was she to tell you so? If anything, she should be grateful you gave her Min Ho's number even if he was your ex.

"Let's bring in the aspiring singers!" Mr Moon exclaimed.

Class went by quickly and, frankly, your feedbacks were written half-consciously. For most of them, you wrote some sweet comments with one or two flaws. Except for Dae, because he is a friend who just happens to be an excellent singer. At the end of the class, Mr. Moon went over everyone's feedback quickly — noting that Stella was being too kind and that Min Ho was a perfect critic — before class was dismissed.

"Y/N, you coming?" Min Ho said the moment the bell rang.

"Where?"

He shook his head in annoyance. "Just, come with me."

"Alright, my bad," you groaned.

Putting your belongings in your bag, you followed him out. You could hardly catch up to him as he was running out that room as fast as he could.

"Would you slow down?"

"Stop whining. I forgot how irritating that sound of yours is," he said in a huff.

"Well, why did you want me to leave class with you if I'm oh-so fun to be around?" you asked, growing impatient.

He stopped, making you almost run into his back. "Avoiding my dad and Stella. I feel comfortable with you so I guess you were my easy way out."

You took his hand — only as a friend — and rubbed it in a reassuring way. "You'll get through the semester just fine, I promise."

He let a chuckle out. "Well, if you and Covey are there, probably not."

You slapped his arm. "That's what I get for being nice?"

Satisfied his mocking worked, he laughed some more. "Is coffee going to make up for it?"

You perked an eyebrow. "Am I paying for it or-"

"On me," he said as if it was obvious.

Satisfied, you dragged him behind as you still had a grip on his hand. With a few protests, he tried to break away but gave in soon enough since you were clearly not going to let go of him.

Maybe he missed the two of you bickering like this as well.

It would have been a fun moment between you two if it wasn't for Mihee thanking Min Ho for getting into Advanced Voice which got Min Ho to go speak about it with his dad who kind of got into his head as he showered him with hopes and compliments... All that, and you had to follow him around like a literal lost puppy.

"I'll go," you said once you left his father.

He frowned. "What do you mean? We barely had time for ourselves."

"Exactly," you exhaled before clearing your throat. "I get this wasn't your fault, but I don't want to be your pet, following you while you do your stuff. That's what I did in L.A. and I don't it to happen again."

"Y/N," he tried to interfere but you didn't let him.

"And, please, let down Stella easily. She's nice, but she'll still give me death glares if you keep leading her on."

And with that, you left him there.

Kitty threw a dress on your bed... while you were laying in bed. You took the piece of clothing, looking at it up and down, and stood up to put it back in the wardrobe — where it belonged.

"Oh, come on!"

You threw yourself back on your mattress, pulling your phone out again. "I said I was not going."

"You're leaving me alone?"

You gave her a look. "It's a date, Kitty. The purpose of a date is to go one on one. Not with your friend as an extra."

She groaned. "But how am I not going to make a fool of myself?"

You shrugged, still on your phone. "Yuri and Juliana will be there too, no? They're getting ready as we speak."

Distressed, she took a huge pile of clothes from her drawer and dropped it on her own bed. "Help me out instead of making fun of my misery."

You ended up doing so because, well, you were her friend and you also did enjoy dressing her up. However, as soon as she was dolled up, you were back to being a couch potato. You didn't even hear the girls leave, and with Stella being gone wherever she was, you were left alone in the dorm.

Hunger got the best of you eventually, which made you check in the refrigerator what food you had left. Eggs and fizzy drinks were not going to fill your belly, so you took it upon yourself to change into a decent outfit. Once dressed, it was time to head to the department store near school so you could buy instant ramen for the hundredth time already.

Min Ho: Can we talk?

You saw the message, but ignored it. You had one goal in mind: food. While the fresh air hit you as soon as you opened the door, you got used to it quickly and rushed yourself to the store. Only then you spotted a familiar figure. Min Ho, again.

"For fuck's sake," you cursed under your breath as you tried to act as if you didn't spot him yet.

Thankfully, he was on his phone. You checked yours and he was, indeed, in the process of writing you another message. You almost found his attempt at reaching you cute. There was a lot of debating happening in your brain whether to text him back, come up to him, or even offer for him to go get food with you. The universe decided for you when his father appeared, walking furiously towards his son.

"Mihee dropped Advanced Voice," he said, anger spread through his entire body language. "You tipped her off, didn't you?"

"Well-" Min Ho started.

"You went around my back just to protect her feelings."

Again, you hated eavesdropping, but with how loud Mr. Moon was speaking, he didn't make it any easier. You poorly tried to hide behind a tree closeby. While you didn't like where this was going, you couldn't intervene. Not yet.

"I don't know why I thought you had what it takes to be a manager. I gave you a chance to step up and impress me," he continued, growing angrier by the second. "And instead, you threw it away for some loser who can't even sing."

"Don't talk to him like that."

Min Ho turned around and his eyes immediately softened when they landed on you. The words left your mouth without your knowledge, giving you no choice but to approach the duo.

"This is a private conversation between father and son."

"Well, you're a crappy father. Not just from what I am seeing right now, but also from everything I've heard about you. Min Ho does have what it takes to be a manager, more than you do with this tired Simon Cowell routine from 2002,"

You looked at Min Ho real quick to see if he would try to stop you, but he was speechless. Letting you steal the show, he was almost admiring you.

You took it as a sign to continue. "For a man who claims to have his finger on the pulse, you should know that bullying is so over, Mr. Moon. It's really a miracle you haven't been canceled."

His jaw clenched. "You certainly have a lot to say, don't you?" is all he said before taking off.

Not a sound could be heard after that. You didn't dare to look at Min Ho, not after the stunt you pulled. You had no idea what took over you.

"I'm sorry... I-" you started but left, embarrassed.

Only, you were stopped by a hand grabbing you by the arm. "No, wait," he said, turning your body to face him. "Y/N, where did that come from?"

"I don't know, it sort of just... came out? Seeing you being yelled at, I just snapped. And with everything you told me about him, I don't want you to suffer more than you already have."

He took both of your hands, grazing on your skin with his thumbs. "I've never had someone who'd stand up for me that way, so thank you."

You nodded shyly. "I just hope I didn't make things worse."

"You did quite the opposite. I think you impressed him. I bet he thinks you're a real badass," he chuckled. "It's a shame it's when we're not together anymore. He would have approved."

You didn't know what to respond, so you nodded again. "I should go, then."

His grip got firmer, a sign he didn't want you to leave. "Can I be honest with you?"

"Sure."

He gulped. "I'm sorry for kind of using you as some decoration I can bring wherever I want. That's never what you were to me and it will never be."

By default, your bodies kept getting closer to one another. Everything around you was like fog to you, there was only him and the sound of your heartbeat. A voice in your head told you to get away, to learn from the mistakes of the past. Another was screaming for you to play your cards right, and let him be back in your life again. In a word, divided. That's how you were feeling.

You raised an eyebrow, now curious. "What am I to you, then?"

"Hopefully, this."

Before either of you could process, you were kissing. It truly felt like your lips were meant to be together as they moved in sync. Your arms wrapped around his neck while his were placed on your waist. It felt... like home. And you hated that you loved it so much.

What you hated even more was seeing Stella behind him once you pulled away.

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[naridabarbi]

I'm not usually one for odd pairings or pairing azzi with other people outside of paige or oc but I really liked that azzi and juju pairing. Would you consider another one with those two?

"YOU STILL MAD?"

pairing - juju watkins x azzi fudd

word count - idk tbh

c/w- language, angst if you squint, tension i guess?

a/n - surprisingly everyone approved the first one shot I did of them, I didn't get any backlash, so here I am again, answering another request. I'm still scared to write the smut tho...

Azzi Fudd had been avoiding Juju Watkins all game. Or at least, she’d been trying to. But Juju? Juju was making it impossible.

Every time Azzi tried to cut off a passing lane, Juju was right there, fingers grazing Azzi’s hip like she had every right to touch her. Setting a screen? Juju used it as an excuse to slide a hand around Azzi’s waist, lightly shifting her out of the way.

“Chill out,” Azzi muttered the third time it happened, glaring up at Juju.

Juju smirked, only making Azzi’s irritation grow. “Just playing defense, Mama.”

Azzi rolled her eyes at the nickname. “You’re ridiculous.”

Juju shrugged, completely unbothered. “You love it.”

Azzi did not, in fact, love it. Or at least, she wasn’t supposed to anymore. That was the whole point of a breakup, right?

Yet, when Juju pressed against her on a drive to the basket, their arms tangling together for a second too long, Azzi felt her breath hitch.

She wasn’t the only one affected. She could tell by the way Juju’s fingers flexed against her jersey, the way her jaw clenched just before she backed away.

But Juju was shameless.

“Miss me?” Juju murmured when she lined up next to Azzi for a free throw.

Azzi refused to look at her. “I miss my peace.”

Juju laughed, that deep, warm sound that made something twist in Azzi’s stomach. “Liar.”

Azzi clenched her jaw, forcing herself to focus. But USC was in rhythm, and despite Azzi’s best efforts, they pulled away for the win.

She didn’t even make it to the locker room before she found Juju waiting in the tunnel, leaning casually against the wall like she owned the place.

“You good?” Juju asked, all innocence.

Azzi narrowed her eyes. “No, I’m not good. You were doing the absolute most out there, Watkins.”

Juju grinned. “It’s called basketball, Fudd. Physical game, you know.”

Azzi scoffed, stepping closer, chest rising and falling rapidly. “Grabbing my waist? Running your hand down my arm? That wasn’t basketball, Juju. That was you being a—”

“A what?” Juju stepped forward too, closing the space between them.

Azzi’s breath caught, but she refused to back down. “A manipulator.”

Juju hummed, gaze flickering to Azzi’s lips. “You love that about me, though.”

Azzi opened her mouth to argue, but then Juju’s hand was on her hip again—just like during the game—but this time, there was no one around to stop them.

The tension snapped.

Azzi surged forward at the same time Juju did, their lips colliding in a heated, desperate kiss. It was messy, all the frustration from the game spilling over. Juju’s hands tightened around Azzi’s waist, pulling her flush against her, and Azzi let her, gripping the back of Juju’s jersey to keep her close.

When they finally pulled away, both of them breathing hard, Juju smirked. “You still mad?”

Azzi narrowed her eyes but didn’t move away. “So mad.”

Juju grinned, dipping down for another kiss. “Good.”

[chaoticrockmusic]

↫彡🂡"My Girl can Wear Whatever"🂡彡↬

↫Peter Maximoff↬

You were just trying to get a snack. That was it. But the moment you stepped into the kitchen, Peter nearly dropped his Twinkie.

"Whoa—" His silver brows shot up as his eyes scanned your outfit. Not in a gross way, but in a "Do I need to start running?" way.

You raised a brow. "Problem?"

Peter shook his head way too fast. "Nope! No problems here. You can wear whatever you want, babe."

Jubilee, sitting at the counter, smirked. "Really? You don’t care?"

Peter scoffed, tossing an arm around your shoulders. "Pfft. Why would I? My girl can wear whatever she wants..." He hesitated, glancing at you and then lowering his voice. "...'cause I'm scared of her."

You narrowed your eyes. "What was that last part?"

"Nothing!" He grinned nervously, stepping back. "You look amazing! Stunning! Fantastic! A completely independent person with great fashion sense! I love that for you!"

Jubilee cackled. "Dude, you are terrified of her."

"Well, yeah," Peter said without shame. "Like, you think I'm about to tell her no? You think I got a death wish? Nah, I value my life, I like my face. I’d like to keep it in one piece."

You rolled your eyes, grabbing a granola bar from the pantry. "Good answer, Maximoff."

Peter sighed in relief. You were scary, but hey, at least you were his scary.

彡Logan彡

Logan had been minding his business at the bar when you walked in, dressed in something that made half the room do a double take.

He noticed. Oh, he definitely noticed. But instead of reacting like some jealous, overprotective boyfriend, he just sipped his whiskey.

It was not until some guy at the pool table let his eyes linger a second too long that Logan made a noise in the back of his throat—a low, rumbling ahem that sent a very clear message.

The guy turned, raising an eyebrow. "What?"

Logan smirked, tapping a single claw against his glass. "Nothin'. Just wonderin' if you're stupid or just feelin' lucky tonight."

The guy scoffed. "Relax, old man, it's just a look."

"Mm. See, I ain’t too worried ‘bout what she wears." Logan tilted his head, eyes sharp. "She can wear whatever she wants… ‘cause I can fight." He flashed his Adamantium claws.

The guy raised his hands and backed off real quick. Logan just chuckled, downing the rest of his drink.

You leaned against the bar beside him. "You always gotta scare people?"

He shrugged. "Ain’t my fault they spook easy."

You smirked. "You are such a show-off."

Logan just grunted, but the way he slid a possessive arm around your waist told you everything you needed to know.

🂡Remy LeBeau🂡

Remy was kicked back on the mansion's couch, long legs stretched out, flipping a poker chip between his fingers. He had seen you walk in, noticed the way heads turned, but unlike the others, he did not bat an eye.

Jubilee, being Jubilee, could not help but stir the pot. "Remy, you just gonna let her walk around like that?"

Remy did not even look up from his poker chip. "Remy think his chérie can wear whatever she want," he said lazily.

"Yeah?" Jubilee smirked. "You that confident?"

He flicked the chip up, caught it between two fingers, and finally smirked. "Mm-hmm. ‘Cause she's a houe, and I knew that before we started dating."

Gasps. Laughter. Even Logan huffed out an amused breath from the other side of the room.

Your eyes widened. "Excuse me?"

Remy grinned, finally looking at you. "What? You know it’s true, chérie. I fell for you ‘cause you a heartbreaker. A flirt. A menace." He tilted his head, voice dropping to a lazy drawl. "And yet, here we are."

You crossed your arms. "That does not make it better, you know."

"But it is true, non?" He flashed that dangerous, charming grin. "An’ I do not mind one bit."

You rolled your eyes, but you could not stop the small smirk tugging at your lips. Damn Cajun and his smooth talk.

Jubilee snorted. "I hate that he actually got away with that."

Remy just winked.

Hope you all enjoyed!! Love you all, kits! (houe means hoe in French. Idk what else to put there T ' T)

[nickeverdeen]

Fuck It | Ellie Williams x fem!reader

Pairings: Ellie x reader (freshly romantic)

Type of fic: Fluff

Warnings: Smoking

Summary: Being freshly in a relationship everything still feels a bit too amazing - which is not a bad thing - and when Ellie notices that her smoking near you is making you a bit uncomfortable she decides to cut back

Ps: As mentioned in the story, Ellie is not an addict

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The relationship between you and Ellie was still new, the kind of fresh where every smile felt like sunshine and every touch carried an electric charge. You brought out a side of Ellie she wasn’t used to showing—a softer, lighter side she didn’t know she still had. You were bright, bubbly, and full of warmth in a way that made her think there might still be some good left in the world.

But there was one thing Ellie couldn’t help but notice.

It was small at first—just a slight wrinkle of your nose or a quick turn of your head whenever she lit a cigarette. You never said anything, but Ellie wasn’t clueless. You didn’t like the smell, and though you tried to hide it, your subtle reaction was enough to make her pay attention.

Ellie didn’t blame you. Smoking was a habit she picked up in Jackson, more out of boredom than anything else. She wasn’t addicted, but it had become a part of her routine. Still, the thought of bothering you—even in such a small way—didn’t sit right with her.

So one day, Ellie decided to stop.

It wasn’t a big declaration or a dramatic moment. She simply told herself, “Fuck it,” and tossed her last cigarette into the trash.

The first few days weren’t bad. Ellie wasn’t the type to chain-smoke anyway, but there were moments—quiet nights by the fire, a particularly frustrating day at patrol—when the familiar urge crept up. She’d shake it off, telling herself it wasn’t worth it, and if she ever gave in, she made damn sure you weren’t around.

She wasn’t hiding it from you, not really. If you asked, she’d tell you the truth. But the idea of smoking in front of you again, of seeing that tiny flash of discomfort on your face, was enough to keep her from lighting up in your presence.

One evening, the two of you were sitting on the porch of your shared space, the sky painted in hues of orange and pink as the sun dipped below the horizon. You were chatting away about something—probably the latest drama in Jackson—and Ellie found herself smiling at your energy.

Out of the blue, you turned to her and asked, “You stopped smoking, didn’t you?”

Ellie blinked, caught off guard by your sudden observation. “Yeah,” she admitted, scratching the back of her neck. “I mean… mostly. I still do sometimes, just not around you.”

You tilted your head, your expression soft but curious. “Why?”

Ellie shrugged, trying to play it cool. “I noticed it bothered you. Figured it wasn’t worth it.”

Your cheeks flushed, a mix of embarrassment and gratitude flooding your chest. “Ellie, you didn’t have to do that for me. I mean, it’s your thing, and I—”

“Yeah, I know,” Ellie cut in, her voice steady. “But I wanted to. You’re, uh… important to me. And if it’s something small like that, it’s not a big deal.”

You stared at her for a moment, your heart swelling at the quiet sincerity in her words. Then, without thinking, you reached out and grabbed her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” you said, your sunny smile lighting up your face.

Ellie rolled her eyes, but the faint blush creeping up her neck betrayed her. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t make a big deal out of it.”

You laughed, leaning into her side as the two of you watched the sky fade into night. Ellie didn’t say it out loud, but in that moment, she knew she’d made the right choice. Giving up smoking—or at least cutting back—was nothing compared to seeing you happy.

And if she ever needed a reminder of why she’d quit, all she had to do was look at you.

[miniwheat77]

Lies. (Captain Price x Reader.)

!SHORT FIC, nsfw, smut, price being a meanie, p in v sex, unprotected sex, pregnancy, MINORS DNI!

“Why don’t you have any kids Cap?” Ghost asks.

“Ah, old man’s been shooting blanks since his 20’s.” Gaz smirks. “Christ Garrick.” Price rolls his eyes. “He’s not wrong but.. I’m unable to have kids.” He sighs. “I’m sorry to hear.”

“It’s alright. After I broke up with my high school sweetheart, I didn’t want any.” He laughs. “Why not?”

“Terrible break up, didn’t want to go through it again.” He sighs. “Understandable.”

That's also what he told you when the two of you got too drunk at the bar. The entire task force had gone out drinking. Those are the words he whispered into your ear when you whined about him finishing inside of you.

Neither of you know how it happened, too much to drink. Shared glances. It led the both of you to being in the pub bathroom. Luckily the music was loud enough to conceal the sound of the two of you in the bathroom. You shouldn't have trusted him about it, but he was your Captain after all. You trusted him with your life.

He had a death grip in your hair, your face pressed up against the wall as he hammered his hips into yours. “Wait- you don’t have a condom on Captain.” You hiss. “I can’t have kids, just trust me.” He growls.

“Fuck!” You hiss. Tightening around him.

———

A few weeks later, you're approaching him. You've got the stick behind your back.

"Y/N? What can I do for you?" He asks. The two of you hadn't spoken about what happened that night. You'd kept it to yourselves and returned the professional relationship the two of you shared before.

“Just had a question. Are… are you sure you can’t have kids?” You’re standing in front of his desk. He's looking at his laptop on the other side. “Yeah. Why?”

“You’re completely sure?” You swallow hard.

“Yeah, the girlfriend I had in my 20’s made me get tested, opened the envelope herself.”

“Hm..” you mumble. “What’s going on?” He asks.

“I think she faked your results sir.”

“What? Why do you say that?” He puts his pen down, finally looking at you. “Because. You’re the only person I’ve slept with and I’m very pregnant.” You raise the pregnancy test. He freezes up. “What? Y/N… that’s not possible.” He sighs. “It clearly is. I haven’t slept with anyone else.”

He shakes his head. “Y/N. I don’t know why you’d lie about this. But it’s very out of character.” He sighs. Your eyes widen, you can't believe him. "You're joking. I'm not lying about this."

He shakes his head. "Excuse yourself from my office please." He sighs.

You can't believe this.

———

It's a few weeks later.

John decides to confide in Gaz about it. He talks to him about how he thinks it's best you're removed from his base and relieved of your duties on the task force, seeing as you're pregnant. Gaz approaches you and knocks at your door.

You answer it, seeing the look on his face.

"What's going on Gaz?" You ask.

He sighs. Pushing past you. "He... he told me about what happened. He sent me here to... tell you that he's taking you off the base."

"You've got to be kidding me."

"No.. sorry Y/N." He mumbles.

"Okay. Whatever. Nothing I can do to change it."

"Is it really his?" He asks. You look at him, bewildered that he'd even ask that. "Yes. It's his. I haven't been with anyone else in years, you know that Gaz. We were drunk and..." You trail off with a groan. "I can't believe him." You sit down on your bed. "Could always prove it to him with DNA." He shrugs. "I guess so but obviously he doesn't want this so I guess I'll figure things out on my own. Thanks for stopping by Gaz. How long?" You ask.

"He said he's starting the paperwork today. A month at most." He nods.

You turn your back to him and he feels bad. He doesn't know what to believe.

———

A couple weeks later, John is in the grocery store.

“John?”

He turns to look at her, he hasn’t seen her in years. Not since they’d split up in his 20’s.

“I almost didn’t recognize you.” She smiles. “Oh. Hey.” He nods.

“Still in the military I see.” She smiles. “Uh.. yep. Captain now.”

“Married? In a relationship?” She asks. “Oh uh.. it’s complicated.” He laughs. “Really.” She smiles. “I figured you’d be married with kids by now.” She laughs. He freezes. “Uh.. yeah."

Kids? Why would she say kids?

"I actually had a question I’ve been waiting to ask.” He throws the box of granola bars into his cart. “Did you fake that paperwork all those years ago?”

She laughs. “I did. Yes. I wasn’t ready for kids and didn’t know how to tell you.” She laughs. “You.. did know that. Right?”

“Yeah, course I did. I’ve got a baby on the way.” He mumbles. “On the way? Jesus.” She laughs. “Late.”

He nods. “Yeah. Very late.” He laughs. “I’ve.. I’ve actually got to get going.” He turns away. Leaving the cart behind.

He has a fucking baby on the way.

She thinks it’s weird, but John was always secretive.

When John is out of her sight, he’s in a full sprint to get to his truck.

He reaches the base, surprised by the fact that he doesn’t get pulled over on the way with how fast he’s going.

He gets inside, hurrying down hallways. Nearly running right into Gaz. "Captain? What's going on?" He asks. He takes a deep breath. Wiping his face. "I'm an idiot, that's what. I just ran into my ex-girlfriend and she told me she faked those results all those years ago and that fucking baby is mine. Do you know where Y/N is?" he asks. He's out of breath. "I think she's just getting ready to leave, Captain. Better hurry." He smiles. He watches him rush down the hallway to your room. A story he didn't expect he'd ever tell between the two of you.

He should knock but forgets completely, barging right into your room. A gasp leaves your lips and you scramble to cover yourself. “Shit! I- sorry.” He should cover his eyes but doesn't. Shutting the door behind himself. “Christ John! What are you doing?” You throw a shirt over your head, but not before John sees it. Your growing baby bump.

He feels like such an ass.

“Y/N…” he sighs. Before you even have a chance to put pants on, he’s closing the gap between you. He grasps your hand, forcing you back into the bed behind you. You sit down on the edge and he drops right to a knee. He kisses the back of your hand. “I owe you… the biggest apology.” He sighs. “What? What’s going on?” You try to stand but he doesn’t let you. “I.. I found out that she did fake it. That.. I can have kids.”

He clenches his eyes shut, holding your hand to his face. “And I am so sorry for how I’ve treated you.” He breathes.

You don't know what to say. You just look down to where he's got your hands. You still don't have pants on.

"You should be sorry." You breathe. "I'm leaving tonight, thanks for the apology."

"You can't leave. Not yet."

"You signed that paperwork. You can't take it back now."

He shakes his head. "Yes I can." He stands.

"Why would you? You don't want this." You look up at him.

"This is my fault. I'm the one who..."

You look up at him, a sly smile on your lips. "Who what?"

You cross your arms. He raises his eyebrows. Surprised smile on his face. "Oh it's like that?" He laughs. "I'm the one who told you I couldn't have kids and came inside you."

"Yeah. I trusted you and you treated me like shit and called me a liar. You were gonna take me off your base."

"I swear I thought you were lying, I believed her when I shouldn't have. That fucking... snake." He sits down next to you. Pulling you into him. "I'm sorry darling. I am so fucking sorry." He sighs. You rest your head on his shoulder. "I'll forgive you but you better make it up to me." You roll your eyes. He laughs. "Anything you want doll. Swear on it."

"For now uh.. can I put pants on?"

He laughs harder than he should. "Yes. You have my permission to put pants on."

You punch his shoulder playfully. "I know exactly what I want, too."

"Yeah, what's that?"

———

"This is really what you wanted?" Gaz looks at you, leaning forward from the middle seat where he sits in the back.

You look happy as a clam in the passenger seat of your Captains truck. Mouth full of fries.

"Mhm."

You've got a McDonalds bag in your lap, having convinced John to take the entire task force to get McDonalds.

"Christ you're adorable." Gaz laughs.

"Maybe he should get her pregnant more often, since we get stuff out of it." Soap laughs. He's holding a burger in the back seat next to Gaz and Ghost. Gaz sits between the two of them. "Agreed." Ghost laughs. He's got his mask pulled up just enough to eat his food.

John rolls his eyes in the drivers seat. "Christ. Didn't even need to physically be able to have kids to have them."

He raises his own fries to his mouth. Each of you laughing.

———

“Oh. Hey again John.” She smiles. It’s the same store, a different isle this time. He glances at you, seeing you approach. “Oh um.. is this… your niece?” She asks. “No. This is Y/N. My wife.”

Her eyes nearly bulge out of her head. “Jesus.. didn’t realize you liked them so young John.” She laughs. “This her?” You side eye her while looking at him. He nods his head. “What’s that supposed to mean?” She laughs nervously.

“Oh.. nothing. He just mentioned something about a woman he’d had a past with. Something really fucked up she did where she told him he couldn’t have kids and he believed it for the longest time. Is.. is that really you?” You scoff. “I.. I mean I’ve done some fucked up things but that… that takes the cake.” You laugh. “I.. I was young and stupid-“

“Yeah. I mean. I have to thank you, it really worked out. I mean. John can really lay it down.” You cross your arms with a smirk.

“He has kids you know.” She mumbles. “Yeah. With me. And he’s a great dad.” You smirk. Stepping to the side. She can see your little girl sitting up in the cart. She’s chewing fiercely at her dad’s jacket. “Well.. congratulations. I have to get going.” She turns away.

He smiles. He liked seeing your aggressive side.

The both of you make your way up to check out, pushing your daughter in the cart.

"You alright?" You ask him. "Mhm." He sighs. Wrapping a hand around your lower back, tugging you closer to him.

"I'm gonna fuck you so hard for that." He growls into your ear.

"Jesus!" You laugh.

[crdteezv]

The Project - Haechan + Ten

Paring:  !popular guy! haechan x ! popular guy! ten x f! reader

Genre: college! au, smut

Synopsis: You're paired with the most popular guys in your school, Ten and Haechan, for a group project.  Everyone seems to love them and fall for their charm but you simply couldn’t understand why. But now, you’re entangled between two best friends, caught in their pull…

 Warnings: smut. !teasing dom! haechan/ten, they’re both best friends, the reader can be a little shy at times, sub reader, mention/use of alcohol, dirty talk, teasing, praise/ slight degradation, heavy cumplay(you have been warned…) (3some), oral (f. giving), thigh riding, edging, hair pulling, manhelded, light voyeurism, slight dacryphilia, drunk/unprotected sex 

Word Count: 10.5k words

A/N: Listen I made this fic to feed into my own delusions because I want them both so bad 😭🙏🏾. It’s the way I never see anyone make a fic of the both of them…

At first, the library was silent, except for the soft rustling of pages and the quiet footsteps of those browsing the shelves. You sat at a wooden table near the back, chin propped on your hand, eyes flicking between the textbook in front of you and the half-empty Word document glowing dimly on your laptop. The project was due next week, and despite your better judgment, you’d somehow end up stuck with the most well-known people in your school: Ten and Haechan.

Everyone at the college loved them—Ten for his effortless charm and quick wit, and Haechan for his playful smirk and endless energy. Together, they were practically irresistible. You, however, weren’t so easily impressed. Sure, they were undeniably attractive—maybe even annoyingly so, but their constant antics were exhausting. 

Ten lounged across from you, lazily twirling a pen between his fingers as he skimmed through a stack of notes. His dark hair fell into his eyes, and every so often, he’d push it back with an easy flick of his wrist. Meanwhile, Haechan slouched to your left, half-heartedly typing while humming a pop song under his breath. They were supposed to help with the presentation, but all they did was interrupt and bicker.

“Seriously, can you guys focus?” you snapped, patience wearing thin.

Haechan huffed, crossing his arms. “Tell him to stop acting like he’s some kind of gaming expert.” 

Ten scoffed, leaning back. “I can’t help it if I’m just naturally better.” 

“You’re not,” Haechan shot back. 

“Your aim is trash.” 

“And yet, I still clutched that last round,” Ten said smugly. “

That was lag!”

You groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Oh my god, can you two drop it and actually help? You’re annoying everyone.”

Haechan snickered, leaning back in his chair. “Relax. No one cares. They’re too busy pretending to study while sneaking glances at me and Ten.”

You rolled your eyes. “Maybe if you spent less time worrying about your stupid little video game, we’d get something done.”

Ten leaned forward, resting his chin on his palm, eyes glittering with amusement. “Are you always this uptight, or are you planning hard to get and you secretly love being in our group?”

That was the last straw. “I don’t love anything about this group, except how fast I’m leaving once we’re done.”

Your voice had risen just enough to catch the librarian’s attention. She shot you a sharp glare over her glasses, arms crossed in clear disapproval.

“Enough. Take your noise elsewhere—you’re too loud.”

Before you could protest, she was already ushering you, Haechan, and Ten toward the exit. You muttered apologies, but it was clear you weren’t welcome back anytime soon.

Once outside, you whirled on them. “Great. Where are we supposed to work now?”

Ten and Haechan were laughing, clearly not taking you seriously.

“Oh, you think this is funny?” you snapped.

Haechan tried to collect himself, but his grin gave him away. “Sorry, it’s just… we’ve didn’ never seen you this mad before.”

“Well, maybe that’s because I actually wanted to start this project, and neither of you has even looked at it,” you huffed.

That seemed to guilt them—at least a little. Ten placed a hand on your shoulder, offering a small smile. “Hey, we’re sorry for the dumb arguments. It’s always this guy’s fault for starting them anyway.”

“Hey!” Haechan protested, offended.

You chuckled despite yourself, feeling a bit better. With a sigh, you said, “Come on, let’s just work at my dorm.”

They exchanged glances before nodding.

Ten smirked. “Good idea. At least your dorm won’t have a cranky librarian.”

You all laughed as you headed off together.

Back in your apartment dorm, the air felt heavier, more intimate. The space seemed to amplify the tension, especially knowing you’d be stuck with Ten and Haechan for the next few hours, your sanctuary invaded.

Trying to ignore their amused chatter, you moved through the space, heading to your room to change into something more comfortable—a cropped top and loose shorts. It was nothing unusual, but when you stepped back out, you noticed their eyes lingering.

Haechan’s usual smirk faltered for just a second, his gaze flicking from your bare waist to your thighs before he quickly looked away. Ten, on the other hand, didn’t even try to hide it. His eyes roamed over you with an intensity that sent a prickle down your spine, a slow smile tugging at his lips.

“Nice outfit,” he said casually, leaning back against the wall. His tone was light, but there was something else in his gaze—something new.

“Yeah,” Haechan added, his voice quieter than usual. “It’s… cute.”

You crossed your arms, ignoring the sudden warmth in your face. “Thanks… now let's focus, we have a lot of work to do.”

But as the evening dragged on, the shift in the air became impossible to ignore. Ten’s gaze lingered a little too long, and Haechan’s teasing remarks carried a different edge. You became hyper-aware of every move, every accidental brush of skin as you worked side by side. And though you’d never admit it, a small part of you didn’t entirely mind.

You start to wonder if you can even handle being in a group with them…

A few days had passed, and the three of you had gradually started working more on the project together. But today, it was just you and Ten. Haechan was stuck at soccer practice so he wasn’t able to make it. You couldn’t ignore the tension between you.

Ten sat across from you at the dining table, his dark eyes scanning his screen, though his focus seemed divided. You could feel his gaze lingering—on your face, your hands, the curve of your neck.

“Something wrong?” you asked, trying to keep your voice steady as you typed away.

“No.” He leaned back in his chair, stretching with an exaggerated sigh. The hem of his hoodie lifted slightly, revealing a sliver of toned skin. “Just thinking about how weird it is without Haechan here. It’s so quiet.”

It was noticeably quieter without Haechan filling every silence with endless chatter.

“Maybe that’s a good thing,” you muttered, glancing up at him. “We might actually get something done.”

Ten’s lips curled into a slow, almost dangerous smile. “You don’t like working with him?”

“I don’t like either of you, to be honest. But I don’t have a choice,” you corrected.

His gaze sharpened, watching you intently, and it was starting to unravel something inside you.

“Are you always like this?”

“Like what?”

“This cranky,” he teased. “Every time we work on this project, you never loosen up.”

“Well, I wouldn’t be if I wasn’t the one doing all the work. “You two barely help as it is and never focus when I try to talk to you about it.”

Ten pushed his laptop aside, folding his arms on the table as he leaned in closer, his eyes tracing over your features. “I can fix that,” he murmured. “I’ll start paying more attention.” His gaze flickered downward, lingering just a moment too long.

You shifted in your seat, avoiding his eyes.

“You know, you’re different when we’re alone.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’re… more shy,” he said.

His gaze dipped briefly before returning to yours, amusement dancing in his eyes. “And you’re more on edge…maybe even nervous?”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He smirked. “Then why can’t you look me in the eye, love?”

The pet name caught you off guard, leaving you momentarily speechless. Before you could respond, his fingers grazed the back of your hand—a fleeting touch, but one that sent a trail of warmth up your arm.

The air between you shifted. The room felt smaller, the distance between you shrinking even though neither of you had moved.

“That’s what I thought,” he murmured.

“I—” you started, but the way he was looking at you—like you were the only thing in the world worth focusing on—made your voice falter. He got up from his seat and made his way over to you and sat beside you.

He then leaned in, closing the space between you. His lips met yours in a slow, deliberate kiss. His hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you closer, deepening it. Before you knew it, you were on the couch, straddling his lap.

Ten’s hands found your waist as your fingers tangled in his hair. The soft groan he let out when you shifted against him sent a shiver down your spine. You tested the friction between you, and his fingers tightened their grip, anchoring you in place. His lips left yours, trailing hot kisses along your jaw and down your neck.

“Fuck, Ten… we shouldn’t be doing this. We have so much—”

Your words cut off with a sharp inhale as his hands slid lower, cupping your ass.

A quiet whimper escaped before you could stop it.

“Oh, come on, sweetie,” he murmured, a smirk tugging at his lips. “We’re just taking a little break, right?”

Typical. He always found a way to get what he wanted.

“Besides… you could use one after working so hard on this project, don’t you think?”

You could only nod, wrapping your arms around his neck, and pulling him closer. Your hips rolled against him, and his grip on you tightened. He let out a low groan, his control slipping.

“Mhm, since you love grinding on me so much,” he murmured, his voice low, “how about you do that for me on my thigh?”

You blinked, taken aback. “You can’t be serious…”

“Very.” His gaze darkened, sharp, and unwavering.

Hesitantly, you straddled his thigh, your body already aching for more. As you began to move, the friction sent a rush of pleasure through you, a soft whimper slipping past your lips. Ten’s grip on your waist tightened, his breath hitching.

“God, you look so good like this,” he coaxed.

“Shut up—”

He flexed his thigh beneath you, and the sudden pressure made you moan—a sound that caught both of you off guard.

“Aww,” he cooed, voice dripping with amusement. “It’s cute that you think you can talk back to me.” His fingers traced slow circles over your hips. “Besides… you like the attention I’m giving you.”

You finally understood the pull he had on people. He always knew exactly what to say, effortlessly drawing them in, keeping them hanging on his every word. And somehow, you’d fallen right into his hands.

Your movements quickened, the tension in your body coiling tighter. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, barely able to hold yourself together.

“Mhm, are you close, my pretty girl?” he hummed and all you could do was nod.

“Then let go for me.”

With a final roll of your hips, pleasure crashed over you, leaving you trembling against him. You barely registered the mess you had made, too lost in the lingering high.

“Damn,” Ten chuckled, running a hand through your hair. “You were really pent up, huh?”

Embarrassment flooded through you. You couldn’t even look at him. You had completely fallen into his trap.

“Whatever,” you muttered, scrambling off him. "Can we just clean up now and actually get back to work on this project?"

He laughed and agreed, the teasing glint in his eyes never fading. But as you got up to grab a washcloth, he caught your wrist, stopping you in your tracks.

“Just know this isn’t over,” he murmured, his voice lower, more serious. “We’ll continue this another time.”

You stared at him, startled by the weight of his words—like he meant every single one. Slowly, you nodded, signaling your understanding.

The two of you cleaned up and got back to work, but no matter how hard you tried to focus, you couldn’t shake what had just happened. And the worst part? You weren’t sure if you wanted to.

A few days later…

Haechan showed up at your dorm much earlier than expected, that same cocky look on his face as he breezed in, making himself at home. You should’ve been annoyed, but strangely, you weren’t. 

"Where’s Ten?" he asked, walking right past you and flopping onto your bed like he actually lives here.

“He’s coming later,” you muttered, trying to ignore how his legs sprawled out, taking up way too much of the bed.

“Guess it’s just us then,” he said, his smirk widening as he propped himself up on his elbows. “You don’t look thrilled.”

You rolled your eyes and tried to focus on the project in front of you, but before you could, Haechan was leaning over your shoulder, his breath brushing your ear as he glanced at your screen.

“So, how was working with Ten last time? I bet you missed me,” he teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

You couldn’t help but think back to the last time you’d worked with Ten. The memory of it made heat rise in your chest, and you wondered, just for a moment, if Ten had told Haechan about what had happened between you two.

“Not in the slightest,” you shot back. “I get more work done with him than I ever do with you.”

“So you like him more than me?” Haechan asked, his voice laced with a mock pout.

“Well, I didn’t say all that…” You paused, looking down at your hands. “It’s just quieter when you’re not around. And I will admit, I sometimes kind of miss—actually, never mind.”

You could feel his eyes on you, and you knew exactly what he was thinking. He wanted to tease you about whatever you were about to say.

“Don’t stop now, sweetheart. What were you going to say?” His voice turned flirtatious, the kind of tone that made your stomach twist in ways you hated to admit.

You hated when he did this—when he played with you, knowing just how to push your buttons. He loved seeing you become a mess, trying to keep your composure while he unraveled you bit by bit.

“It’s nothing, alright? Now, unlike you, I actually care about passing, so can you please stop teasing me and help me with this work?” you snapped, trying to get back to the project.

But instead of listening, he swiveled your chair to face him, locking eyes with you. His usual playful gaze was now replaced with something deeper, something more intense. He was towering over you as you sat up to look at him, his hands resting firmly on the armrests of your chair as he leaned down, looking at you with an intensity that made you catch your breath.

“Forget about the work for a second and focus on me,” he murmured, with one of his hands slowly creeping down to your thigh. “I want to know what you were going to say.”

Your breath hitched, and your heart raced as his thumb moved in slow circles against your skin. You couldn’t find your words. His touch felt like fire, and it left you frozen.

“I was going to say that I kind of missed you…” The words slipped out before you could stop them, and you immediately regretted it.

He gave a low, amused chuckle. “Wait, really? I thought you didn’t like me because I always talk your ear off. ”His tone was playful, but there was a hint of disbelief in his voice.

You swallowed hard, fingers gripping the edge of the chair. “Well, I don’t mind it, to be honest. You kind of help me unwind when you make me laugh. Your jokes really do help, and they make me forget about the project for a bit. Not that Ten isn’t funny... he is, just quieter and mostly keeps to himself, you know?”

Haechan was quiet for a moment, clearly surprised by your confession. He genuinely thought you didn’t like him. But now, hearing you say this, something shifted in his expression. Maybe you’d grown a little soft for him after all.

Haechan’s eyes softened, just for a moment, before the smirk returned, wider and more confident than before. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear as his fingers lingered on your thigh, the contact sending a jolt of heat through you.

“Didn’t think I had that effect on you,” he murmured, voice low and teasing.

You tried to steady your breath, feeling his proximity like a weight pressing against you. Every inch of your body screamed for you to move away, but something in you didn’t want to. Something was pulling you in, and you couldn’t quite understand why.

You tried to steady your breath, feeling his proximity like a weight pressing against you. Every inch of your body screamed for you to move away, but something in you didn’t want to. Something was pulling you in, and you couldn’t quite understand why.

“I bet you do this to all the girls you mess with,” you said, rolling your eyes as you turned your chair back around to focus on the work.

Haechan chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against your skin as he leaned down, his lips brushing your ear in a way that made it hard to think. “Only the ones I really want,” he replied, his voice low, almost a whisper.

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, trying to focus on the work in front of you, but it felt impossible with him so close. The heat from his body, the way his breath ghosted over your skin—it was all too much.

"Why are you doing this?" you managed to ask, your voice barely above a whisper as your typed away on your laptop.

His lips curled into that familiar smirk, but now it had a sharper edge. "Because I can," he said simply, his thumb making slow, deliberate circles on your skin. "And because you haven’t told me to stop."

You gasped at his words, but couldn’t bring yourself to push him away. Instead, something inside you shifted, and the line between annoyance and attraction started to come together.

"I-I thought you were here to help me with the project," you said, trying to break the tension with a half-hearted attempt at humor.

"Who says we can’t multitask?" His grin widened as he moved to side of you so he can look down at you and see the bashful look on your face. "Besides, I think we’re doing a pretty good job of it already."

Your pulse quickened, and you realized you weren’t sure where this was headed anymore. The teasing and flirting were growing more intense, more real, and you couldn’t decide if you wanted him to stop or keep going.

Before you could respond, he lowered his voice again, towering down to the side of your face with his lips dangerously close to your ear. “So, what’s it gonna be? You want me to help with the work... or something else?”

The question hung in the air, thick with anticipation, and you knew there was no turning back now.

Haechan's eyes never left yours, his smirk deepening as he slowly, deliberately, moved closer. His hands found the armrests of your chair, trapping you in place as he loomed over you, his presence all-consuming. Your breath hitched, heart hammering against your ribs as the heat between you both thickened.

“I’m still waiting for an answer,” he murmured, his voice like velvet, wrapping around you, making it impossible to ignore the way he was looking at you—like he had already won.

Your fingers twitched over your laptop keyboard, but your mind was blank. The work in front of you might as well have been in another language for all the attention you could give it. Haechan knew it too. He could see the way your lips parted slightly, the way your body betrayed you, leaning in despite yourself.

He then knelt down for a kiss.

Soft at first, like he was testing the waters, but when you didn’t pull away, he tilted his head and deepened it. His lips moved against yours with slow, intoxicating confidence, his tongue slipping between them, tasting you, claiming you. A low hum of satisfaction rumbled from his chest as he pressed closer, bending down to make up for the height difference while you sat frozen in your chair.

But he didn’t want to keep bending down to reach you.

Without warning, he grabbed your laptop, placed it on the bed, and shoved everything off your desk, letting it scatter carelessly.

 He grabbed you, and picked you up  as if it was nothing. A small gasp left your lips, but it was swallowed by the intensity of his kiss as he carried you to the desk.

“Hey—” you barely got the protest out before he set you down on the cleared desk, stepping between your thighs and pulling you flush against him.

“You’ll live,” he murmured against your lips, his hands already roaming, fingers tracing the hem of your shirt, gripping your waist like he owned you.

Your hands found his broad shoulders, gripping onto him for stability, but really, you just wanted to feel him, to confirm this was real. He pulled back slightly, just enough to look at you, his dark eyes flickering with something dangerous. “You taste even better than I thought,” he admitted, smirking as he brushed his thumb over your bottom lip, teasing, testing.

You swallowed hard, your skin burning from his touch, from the way he was looking at you like he wanted to devour you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, holding him close, not wanting him to leave.

 “You’re so full of yourself,” you muttered, though your voice lacked any real bite.

“Only because I know what I want.”

He was kissing you again, harder this time, hungrier. His hands slid up your thighs, gripping them as he pressed closer, trapping you between his body and the desk.You couldn’t think, couldn’t focus on anything but the way he tasted, the way his fingers gripped your skin and how his tongue moved with yours as if he had all the time in the world.

Then, suddenly, he pulled away, only to take your place in the chair. He sat down, his hands gripping your hips as he pulled you closer, settling you on his lap like you belonged there.

“There,” he breathed, looking up at you with hooded eyes, his fingers brushing your hair back before trailing down your spine. “Much better.”

Your heart raced in your chest, your fingers threading through his dark hair as you looked down at him, breathless, caught between disbelief and raw desire. The way he gazed up at you, lips swollen from kissing, hands on your hips, fingers grazing the hem of your shirt—it was clear this wasn’t over.

Haechan’s touch grew bolder, his fingers slipping under your shirt, leaving a trail of fire on your skin as he leaned in, his lips brushing your neck. His hand moved lower, fingertips skimming the waistband of your shorts before slipping inside. Your breath caught as his fingers found your heat, his touch deliberate and teasing.

“Look at you,” he whispered, voice thick with desire, his fingers pressing where you needed them most. “Already so wet for me.”

Your grip on his shoulders tightened as he worked you slowly, his fingers curling, coaxing pleasure from you with each calculated stroke. The way he watched you, reveling in your little reactions. Your hips moved against his hand, chasing the sensation, but he kept you on the edge, never giving you quite enough.

Just as you felt yourself getting closer to the edge, a sharp knock at your front door broke the moment.

Both of you froze. Your breath was ragged, your body trembling as you tried to make sense of reality again. Haechan’s fingers still rested inside you, a silent, frustrated pause between you before the knock came again, louder this time.

“Shit,” you whispered, scrambling to reach for your phone as it buzzed on the desk beside you.

Haechan smirked, watching you with lazy amusement as you answered the call, pressing the phone to your ear while attempting to steady your breathing.

“Hey, I’m here I’ve been knocking on your door for awhile now,” Ten’s voice came through, oblivious to what he had just interrupted. “Are you home? Also, I remember Haechan told me he was going to be there earlier than me. Is he with you right now?”

You were so caught up in the moment that you didn’t hear Ten knocking on your door for the past five minutes. You swallowed hard, forcing your voice to sound normal, despite the heat still pulsing through your veins. “Uh—yeah! Yes, I’m home and yeah he is here. I’ll be there in a second.”

You ended the call, exhaling sharply, your gaze snapping to Haechan, who hadn’t moved an inch. His smirk deepened, his fingers brushing over your thigh before pulling away completely, leaving you aching, unsatisfied.

“Guess you have to go let him in,” he murmured, amusement dancing in his eyes.

You shot him a glare before scrambling off his lap, your legs still shaky as you hurried to fix your clothes. The smug look on his face only made your frustration grow.

The project was finally turned in, freeing the three of you from hours of cramped sessions, awkward tension, and the intense moments that had built up between you and each of them.You thought you could finally breathe—maybe even return to normal. But as you sat in your dorm with Ten and Haechan sprawled lazily on your bed, your mind kept drifting back to everything that had happened.

Since you had all worked so hard on the project, you figured you deserved to celebrate, cracking open a bottle of your favorite alcohol and passing around shot glasses. The familiar burn of liquor settled in your stomach as the three of you took turns, the warmth spreading through your veins.

Haechan, as usual, wore that signature smirk of his, arm draped over the edge of the bed as he teased Ten about something trivial. Ten, leaning back against your headboard with his legs crossed, watched in quiet amusement, his dark eyes flicking between you and Haechan. The dynamic between them was as natural as ever—so why did it feel like you were under a microscope every time Ten’s gaze lingered on you?

“You’re quiet,” he noted, his voice smooth yet concerned. “You’re always like that, but this time it feels… different.”

“I’m fine,” you said, forcing reassurance into your tone. “Just relieved we finally finished the project.”

“You want to get rid of us that quickly, huh?” Haechan teased, his eyes glinting mischievously.

“Well, not necessarily… I just—”

“Oh, stop teasing her. You’re making her uncomfortable when you do that,” Ten interjected, rolling his eyes.

“What? It’s a valid question,” Haechan scoffed, sitting up a little. “She even said herself that once the project was over, she was done with us. Hell, I’m surprised she even invited us back to her place.”

You hesitated, his words lingering. He wasn’t entirely wrong. At the beginning, you hadn’t wanted to be grouped with them. But after spending so much time together, you had started to see them differently—especially after everything that had happened between the three of you.

Ten studied you, sharp gaze reading you too well. “Actually… he has a point.” His voice was quieter now, more curious than teasing. “What changed?”

You swallowed, glancing between them. “I don’t know,” you admitted. “Maybe... maybe I just got used to you guys.”

Haechan smirked, leaning in slightly. “Got used to us, huh? That’s one way to put it.”

The air in the room thickened again, that same tension from the past week creeping back in. But this time, there was no project keeping you together—only whatever this was, simmering beneath the surface, waiting to be acknowledged.

Haechan’s playful expression never wavered, the alcohol loosening his tongue. “Oh, you got used to us alright—especially with me. Do you remember  what happened the other day when it was just us alone?”

Your heart stopped. He was bluffing. He had to be. He wouldn’t—

Ten’s eyebrows lifted, his smirk deepening. “The other day? What happened the other day?”

“Nothing,” you blurted, shooting Haechan a sharp look. “He doesn’t know what he’s talking about. The alcohol just getting to him.

“Oh, but you know exactly what I’m talking about, love.” Haechan leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees as he grinned at you placing his hand on his cheek. “And I think Ten might want to know how—”

“Okay!” you cut him off, your voice a bit too loud. “How about we play a game instead of… whatever this is?”

Ten’s gaze flicked between you and Haechan, curiosity piqued, but he let it slide—for now. He reached for his drink, shrugging. “Sure. What game?”

“Truth or dare,” Haechan suggested immediately, his grin looking sinster.

You hesitated, knowing full well this could only end badly. But with both of them watching you expectantly, you nodded. “Fine.”

At first, the game was harmless. Ten dared Haechan to chug his drink; Haechan asked Ten about the weirdest place he’d ever hooked up with someone. But it didn’t take long for the questions to turn more personal, the tension thickening with each round.

Finally, it was Haechan’s turn to ask you. He leaned back, swirling his drink lazily as he fixed you with a look that made your stomach churn. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” you said, your voice quieter than you intended.

His grin widened. “What’s one thing you’ve always wanted to try but never had the chance to?”

You hesitated, your mind racing. You could lie and say something safe, but the alcohol buzzing in your veins made your tongue slip. “I’ve…always kind of wanted to try a threesome,” you admitted, your face burning the moment the words left your mouth.

The room went silent.

 You didn’t dare look at either of them, but you could feel their stares, the weight of their shock, and something else entirely.

“Wow,” Ten finally said, his voice low and laced with amusement. “Did not see that coming.”

Haechan, on the other hand, laughed outright, his grin practically splitting his face. “Shit, really? A threesome?”

“Shut up,” you muttered, covering your face with your hands. “I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“Oh no, no, no,” Ten said, his tone teasing. “You can’t drop something like that and then get shy about it. That’s not how this works.”

“Yeah,” Haechan added, shifting closer to you on the bed. “Now we’re curious.”

You peeked through your fingers, gaze darting between them. Ten’s smirk was sharper than ever, and Haechan was looking at you like he wanted to eat you alive.

“What are you guys doing?” you asked, voice barely above a whisper. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Nothing,” Ten said innocently, though the look in his eyes told a different story. “Just wondering if that’s something you’d want to… explore.”

Your heart pounded. “You’re joking.”

“Does it look like we’re joking?” Haechan asked, his hand coming to rest on your knee. The touch was light, but it sent a shiver up your spine.

“This is crazy,” you said, shaking your head, but neither of them moved away.

“Maybe,” Ten said, leaning in closer. “But you’re not telling us to stop.”

Before you could respond, Haechan’s hand slid higher, his fingers brushing against your thigh. At the same time, Ten’s fingers found your chin, tilting your face toward him. His dark eyes searched yours, waiting for hesitation. When he didn’t find any, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss that was soft yet teasing, coaxing you to relax.

Haechan wasn’t as patient. His lips found your neck, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses against your skin, his hand still inching up your thigh.

Ten’s touch slid beneath your shirt, tracing the curve of your waist. “You’re shaking,” he murmured against your lips, voice low, almost cruel. “What’s the matter? Too much for you?”

Haechan chuckled against your skin, his teeth grazing your collarbone. “Bet you’re loving every second of this, though. Aren’t you?”

You couldn’t answer—couldn’t do anything but let out a soft whimper as Ten’s hands slid higher, fingertips grazing your heated skin. Haechan’s lips found your ear, his breath warm and teasing as he whispered darkly,

“Let’s see how much you can take.”

Ten’s lips left yours, but his dark eyes never wavered from your face. A slow smirk played on his lips as he studied you—needy, breathless, already trembling. “Look at you,” he murmured, his voice cutting through the thick haze of arousal clouding your mind. “So worked up already, and we’ve barely even touched you.”

Haechan’s grip on your thigh tightened, his palm searing through the thin fabric of your shorts. He leaned back slightly, gaze raking over your parted lips, the way your chest rose and fell with each uneven breath. “You’re acting so shy,” he murmured, voice laced with amusement, “but I can feel how much you want this. You’re practically shaking.”

You opened your mouth to retort, to defend yourself, but the words died in your throat when Ten’s hand slid beneath the hem of your shirt, his fingertips grazing your bare skin. He started to grope at your chest, making you whimper. The teasing softness of his touch sent a shiver up your spine, and Haechan let out a low chuckle, clearly enjoying the sight of you caught between the two of them.

Haechan chuckled lowly, clearly enjoying how easily you melted between them. “What’s the matter?” His voice dripped with mockery. “Are you scared? Or are you too busy imagining what it’d be like if we really gave you what you wanted?

Your breath hitched, and warmth rushed to your face at the bluntness of his words. “You’re… you’re both ridiculous,” you managed, but the tremor in your voice betrayed you.

Ten tilted his head, his smirk widening. “Oh, we’re ridiculous?” His fingers trailed down to your ribs, causing you to shudder. “Says the one who just admitted they’ve been fantasizing about a threesome.” He leaned in, lips brushing the shell of your ear as he whispered, “You’re not very good at hiding how much you want this, you know.”

The warmth in your face spreads down your neck and throughout your whole body. The alcohol was starting to take effect, making you feel hot all over. You instinctively tried to pull back, but Haechan’s grip on your thigh tightened, keeping you locked in place.

“Don’t go running now,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “We’re just getting started.”

Ten’s fingers found your chin again, tilting your face toward his. “That’s right,” he murmured, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. “You’re going to stay right here and take what we give you, aren’t you?”

Your heart was pounding so hard you thought it might die in this moment, and when Ten’s lips captured yours again, you felt like you were going to pass out. This kiss was deeper—hungrier—his tongue teasing yours with a deliberate slowness that drove you insane. You couldn’t stop the soft moan that escaped you when Haechan’s hand slid higher, his fingertips teasing the edge of your shorts.

Ten pulled back slightly, his lips brushing against yours as he spoke. “Why don’t you show us how much you want this?” he said, his tone equal parts coaxing and commanding. “Go ahead, pick one of us.”

Your eyes widened, darting between the two of them. The weight of their gazes, the smugness of their smirks—it was overwhelming. It sent a hot pulse of anticipation pooling between your thighs. Finally, you reached out, fingers trembling slightly as they pressed against Ten’s chest.

His smirk softened into something darker, more possessive. “Good choice,” he murmured, and before you could second-guess yourself, he was pulling you onto his lap. His hands gripped your hips, guiding you to straddle him.

“You’re lucky,” Haechan drawled from behind, his tone rich with amusement as he leaned lazily against the headboard, watching the two of you with a grin.

Ten chuckled, his hands sliding up your sides as he kissed you again. This time, his lips and tongue worked with slow, deliberate precision, savoring the way you melted beneath him. Behind you, Haechan’s presence loomed—his gaze burning into your back as he observed every shift, every sound you made.

“You look good like this,” Haechan murmured after a moment, voice low and teasing. “All desperate and needy. I wonder if you’ll look even better bent over for us.”

The words sent a jolt of heat through you, and Ten must have felt it because he smirked against your lips. “Looks like someone likes the sound of that,” he murmured, fingers tightening around your waist. He shifted beneath you, letting you feel just how much he was enjoying this. “Go on, then. Show us what you can do.”

Your breath hitched, but your body moved before your mind could catch up. You slid off Ten’s lap, hands pressing into the mattress as you bent yourself over for Haechan, heat crawling up your neck as you met Ten’s gaze. His eyes darkened as he looked down at you. When you hesitated, his hand found your chin, tilting your face up to meet his.

“Don’t be shy,” he said softly, his thumb brushing over your cheek. “You wanted this, didn’t you?”

Behind you, Haechan moved closer, his hands sliding over your shoulders as he leaned down to murmur in your ear. “Better make it good,” he said, his voice low and taunting. “We’ve been waiting for this all night.”

The room felt impossibly small, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Your hands trembled slightly as you reached for Ten, fingers working at his belt. His smirk deepened, and when Haechan’s hands slid down to your waist, pulling you back against him, you realized there was no turning back now.

The soft clink of metal filled the space between you. Ten’s gaze was dark, heavy-lidded with anticipation, watching as you tugged his jeans down just enough to expose the growing bulge straining against his boxers.  

“You’re eager,” Ten murmured, his voice low and teasing, watching as your fingers trembled slightly while sliding under the waistband of his boxers. “I like that.”  

You swallowed hard, unsure if it was his words, the sheer intensity of the moment, or the way Haechan’s grip tightened around your hips that sent another wave of heat coursing through your body.  

“Let me help you with that,” Haechan murmured from behind, his hands sliding down to the hem of your shorts. You gasped softly as he tugged them down, the cool air against your skin a stark contrast to the warmth of his hands.  

“Fuck,” Haechan muttered under his breath, his voice dripping with approval as he let his fingers trail over the curve of your bare ass. “You’ve been hiding this from us?”  

Ten chuckled above you, his fingers threading into your hair. "Don't distract her, Haechan. She has a job to do."

Haechan smirked, his hands lingering for a moment before shifting to his pants. “Fine. But don’t keep all the fun to yourself.”  

You barely had time to process their banter before Ten’s hand guided your head closer, his cock now free and standing tall before you. The sight of it made your stomach twist in nervous excitement, and the weight of his gaze as he looked down at you made your skin tingle.  

“Open up,” he said, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip, his tone calm but commanding.  

You parted your lips hesitantly, and he groaned softly as you took him into your mouth, your tongue running along his length as you adjusted to the feeling of him filling you. He was thick, and the stretch was enough to make your jaw ache slightly, but the low, breathy curses he let out encouraged you to keep going.  

“Good,” he murmured, his fingers tightening in your hair as he guided you into a steady rhythm. “Just like that.”  

Behind you, Haechan’s hands gripped your hips firmly, pulling you back until you were bent over in front of him, your knees spread wide. He slid his fingers along your inner thigh, teasingly close but never quite where you needed them most.

“You’re dripping,” he said, his tone dripping with smugness as he slid a finger through your slick folds. You whined softly around Ten’s cock, the vibrations making him groan and tighten his grip on your hair.  

“Don’t tease,” Ten muttered, his voice rough with arousal. “You’ll break her before we even get started.”  

Haechan laughed softly, but his teasing didn’t last much longer. He started to finger at your cunt at a rough and delibrate pace. You felt yourself squeezed around him and he took notice of that.

"Mhm, you like this, don’t you, baby? Who would’ve thought you could be such a little slut?"

Your core clenched around his fingers at his degrading words.

“Woah, you’re so needy—it reminds me of last time.”

You froze. Just for a second.

Ten was struggling to keep his composure, drowning in the way you were sucking the life out of him, trying to tune out Haechan’s blabbering. But his ears perked up at those words. Last time?

“Wait… what do you mean by that?” Ten’s voice was sharp now, cutting through the heat in the room.

“Oh? She really didn’t tell you?” Haechan chuckled, his tone dripping with amusement. “Well, that day I came over early to work on our project together… let’s just say she was making a fucking mess in my lap, with my fingers shoved so deep inside her. She was close—so fucking close—until you showed up and cockblocked us.”

Ten stiffened. His grip on you tightened.

He thought he was the only one. Turns out, you’d been spreading your legs for Haechan too.

His voice dropped, laced with something darker. “Is that true, baby?”

You couldn’t answer. Shame burned through you. It wasn’t like you meant to lead them on… you just wanted them both.

Your silence pissed him off. His fingers tangled in your hair, yanking your head back, forcing you to meet his gaze.

“Answer me.”

For the first time, you felt intimidated by him. A little afraid.

But also… excited.

A part of you liked seeing him like this—possessive.

“Y-yes… it’s true…”

Ten didn’t say a word. He didn’t need to. His silence spoke volumes as he suddenly shoved you all the way down to the base of his cock. Your eyes widened, tears welling up as you instinctively gripped the sheets, your throat tightening around him.

“So, I’m guessing, love, you haven’t told Haechan about what we did not too long ago either?”

Haechan’s eyes flicked toward Ten, curiosity piqued. His fingers never slowed as they worked inside you, meticulous, teasing, pushing deeper as he turned his attention toward him.

“Wait… don’t tell me something happened between you two, too.”

Ten smirked. Arrogant. Smug. One hand braced on the mattress as he leaned back slightly, the other still tangled in your hair, keeping you in place as he pushed you even deeper on his cock.

“Oh, we did something, alright. Unlike you, I actually made her cum—right on my thigh, at that.”

Haechan’s brows lifted in surprise. He hadn’t realized just how desperate you were. How needy. He gave your ass a light smack, making you jolt, a muffled moan vibrating around Ten’s cock, causing him to moan and throw his head back.

“No way… wow. And here I thought we were the slutty ones.” Haechan chuckled, shaking his head. “But you? You really just like getting passed around by the both us, huh?”

His words alone made your whole body tighten, pleasure pooling low in your stomach. You squirmed, barely able to control yourself. And he noticed.

“Oh? Are you close, sweetie?”

You couldn’t answer. Not properly. But you tried to mouth a desperate "yes" around Ten’s cock, the vibrations of your voice making his hips twitch, sending him closer to the edge. Haechan didn’t waste a second, fingers moving faster, deeper, maliciously curling until you shattered around them, a slick mess pooling beneath you.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” he groaned, his fingers slowing as he pulled them out, coated in your release. “I can’t believe you came so quick… but I’m not done with you yet.”

Your breath hitched as you heard the unmistakable sound of his zipper lowering. Then the rustle of fabric.

A moment later, you felt it—the blunt head of his cock pressing against your entrance. Your body trembled as he pushed forward, the stretch immediate, overwhelming, sending a gasp tearing from your throat.

“Shit,” Haechan hissed, his grip on your hips tightening as he pulled you back onto him, sinking inch by inch. “So fucking tight.”

The fullness of him made your thighs shake, made your fingers curl into the sheets. He didn’t give you long to adjust. Not even a second. He pulled out almost entirely before slamming back in, the force knocking the breath from your lungs, making you jolt around Ten’s cock.

“Careful,” Ten warned, though his voice was strained, his fingers flexing in your hair. “She can’t exactly focus on me if you’re going to fuck them like that.”

Haechan only smirked, setting a punishing rhythm, hips snapping against your ass with enough force to make the room echo with the sound of skin meeting skin.

“Maybe I don’t want her to focus,” he shot back, his voice laced with amusement. “I want her to have no thoughts in that pretty head of hers.”

Your moans were muffled, choked by the cock filling your mouth, and the sensation sent Ten spiraling, his hips rocking up to meet you, his grip on your hair unrelenting. His other hand cupped your cheek, his thumb tracing over your skin as he guided you, helping you take him deeper.

“You’re so good at this,” he murmured, his voice softer now, but still laced with heat. “So eager to please… I didn’t think you had it in you.”

Behind you, Haechan let out a low chuckle, his hands sliding up your waist before gripping you harder. “Guess we bring the slutty side out of them.”

His words were punctuated by a particularly hard thrust that made you cry out around Ten’s cock, your whole body quivering. The overwhelming sensation of being completely filled by both of them made your head spin.

“Shit,” Ten groaned, his fingers tightening. “I’m not gonna last if you keep doing that.”

Ten’s hips stilled. His grip on your hair tightened as he let out a low, guttural moan, his release spilling into your throat. You swallowed on instinct, the warmth flooding your senses as his hand slid to the back of your neck, holding you still for just a moment before he slowly eased you off him.

“Good.” His thumb brushed over your swollen lips, his gaze dark, approving. “You’re such a good girl, aren’t you?”

Before you could catch your breath and process what just happened, Haechan’s hands slid up your back, pressing you down slightly as his thrusts grew rougher. More desperate. Bruising.

And he wasn’t stopping anytime soon.

“Don’t think I’m letting you off easy,” Ten muttered, his voice taut with restraint as he chased his own release.

Your body trembled, every nerve lit up, tension coiling tighter and tighter. You were long past resistance—willing, desperate, ready to let them take whatever they wanted.

Ten wanted more. Wanted control.

He moved to take Haechan’s place, pushing him aside effortlessly.

His hands gripped your thighs, spreading you further apart, forcing you open beneath him. Your legs shook as he adjusted you at the very edge of the bed, your head hanging back over the side, hair spilling to the floor. The sudden inversion sent blood rushing to your face, making your vision swim, but the only thing you could focus on was Ten looming over you, his dark, hungry gaze drinking you in like he’d waited his whole life for this.

Behind him, Haechan leaned back lazily in your desk chair, arms crossed, amusement curling at the corners of his lips. He wasn’t going anywhere—he wanted to sit back and watch, wanted to see exactly how much of a mess you became beneath Ten. His cock, still slick from your arousal, lay heavy in his hand as he stroked himself leisurely, the sight sending another wave of heat flooding through you.

“Look at you,” Ten murmured, voice smooth, taunting, as he slid his hands up your thighs, thumbs pressing into your soft flesh. “All laid out for us, completely at our mercy. Is this what you wanted all along?”

You turned your face, the heat of shame burning at your chest, but Ten wasn’t having it. His fingers caught your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.

“Don’t get shy now,” he smirked, eyes glinting with something wicked. “You’ve been begging for this for weeks, haven’t you? Strutting around in those little crop tops, teasing us while we worked on that stupid project. Did you think we wouldn’t notice?”

“You didn’t make it easy for us,” Haechan chimed in, voice dripping with mockery. “Bending over in front of us, dropping pens like it was an accident. You wanted us to look. You wanted us to see what we could do to you.”

“That’s not—”

Your protest was cut off with a sharp thrust, Ten pushing inside, stretching you open inch by inch. A startled gasp tore from your throat as he bottomed out, hips flush against yours, filling you completely.

“Don’t lie,” he growled, his voice dropping lower as he gripped your waist, holding you still as your body clenched around him. “Your body doesn’t lie. You’re soaking wet—dripping all over me like you’ve been dying for this.”

The position made every thrust hit impossibly deep, your body arching off the bed as he moved, slow and deliberate at first, dragging pleasure through you with every stroke.

“Fuck,” Haechan muttered from his chair, his hand moving over himself as he watched, eyes heavy-lidded with lust. “You’re really taking him, huh? Bet you’ve been fantasizing about this every time you pretended to hate us.”

“Remember that day you yelled at us for being too loud?” Ten taunted, his pace quickening, each thrust sending a shockwave through you. He leaned in close, lips brushing your ear, voice dark and sinful. “Bet the only reason you wanted us to keep coming over was because you were hoping we’d fuck you right then and there. Probably got yourself off to the thought of it, didn’t you?”

Your pride flared, warring with the undeniable truth. You shook your head weakly, but your body betrayed you, hips tilting up, chasing more.

Haechan clicked his tongue, unimpressed. He pushed himself out of the chair, stepping forward, leaning down until his face hovered inches from yours. His hand wrapped around his cock, lazily stroking himself as he spoke.

“Answer him,” he ordered, voice sharp. “Tell the truth, or we’ll stop right now.”

The thought of them stopping—leaving you like this, empty, aching—was unbearable.

“I…” Your breath hitched, voice barely a whisper. “You’re right. About everything…”

Haechan laughed, low and dark, standing straight again as he resumed stroking himself. “Knew it. You’ve been obsessed with us this whole time.”

Ten groaned at your admission, fingers tightening around your thighs as he thrust into you harder, his control slipping. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he muttered, voice ragged. “Can’t believe we wasted all that time working on that stupid project when we could’ve been doing this.”

You whimpered, fingers clawing at the sheets beneath you as he fucked you faster, the sound of his hips slamming into yours filling the room. Each thrust pushed you closer, every nerve in your body strung so tight you thought you might snap.

“You’re such a mess,” Haechan mused, eyes locked on where Ten disappeared inside you over and over. “Moaning like a desperate little whore, like this is all you’ve ever wanted.”

Ten smirked, leaning down again, lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “Maybe if you’d just been honest from the start, we could’ve given you this sooner.” His teeth grazed your skin, sending shivers down your spine. “You didn’t have to play so hard to get.”

The words sent you over the edge. Your body tensed, pleasure ripping through you in an overwhelming wave, a choked cry spilling from your lips as you clenched down hard around him.

Ten cursed under his breath, movements stuttering as your orgasm dragged him closer to his own. And he wasn’t far behind.

"Fuck," he muttered, voice tight as he pounded into you harder, fingers digging into your thighs, sure to leave bruises. "You’re gonna make me—"

Before he could finish, his hips slammed flush against yours, a guttural moan ripping from his throat as warmth flooded deep inside you. The sensation sent a shiver down your spine as he collapsed onto you, breath ragged.

"Don’t think you’re done yet," Haechan’s voice cut through the haze, dark and amused. He stepped closer, cock still hard, still ready. "It’s my turn now."

Ten’s pace never faltered, each thrust deep and ruthless, fucking you through your orgasm like he had no intention of stopping. Your head hung off the edge of the bed, back arched as he drove into you with a force that left your whole body trembling. His grip on your thighs was bruising, possessive, dragging you onto his cock with every sharp snap of his hips.

"Look at you," Ten growled, eyes raking over you, voice rough with hunger. "Taking it so well. Like you were made for this."

A low chuckle came from the side—Haechan, stepping in closer, dark amusement curling at the edge of his voice. "You’re hogging all the fun, Ten. Move over. I’ve got a better idea."

Ten smirked but didn’t stop. "Go ahead. They’ve got a mouth too, don’t they?"

Your chest heaved as Haechan came to stand by the bed, stroking himself lazily, already hard again. His grin was sharp, wicked.

"Open up," he ordered, tone laced with amusement. "You’ve been so good for us so far. Let’s see how much more you can take."

Your body was already shaking from Ten’s relentless thrusts, but the demand in Haechan’s voice sent another shiver through you. Lips parted, breath ragged, you let him grip your face, guiding himself between your lips.

"That’s it," he murmured, mockingly sweet, fingers tightening against your jaw. "Such a good girl, aren’t you? Always eager to please."

The moment he pushed past your lips, Haechan groaned—low, filthy—as he slid deeper, his grip keeping you in place. The angle forced your throat to stretch around him, and at first, he moved slow, savoring it, before picking up speed, using your mouth like it was his to claim.

"Fuck, you feel good," he muttered, voice strained as his fingers curled around your neck, using it like a handle. He thrust deeper, his other hand tangling in your hair. "Always running that mouth, acting like you’re too good for us. Look at you now, getting fucked from both ends."

Ten groaned above you, pace growing erratic as he slammed into you, every drag of his cock against your walls leaving you shuddering, overstimulated and wrecked. "Your such a fucking mess," he muttered through gritted teeth, grip tightening on your thighs. "Can’t get enough, can you? So desperate to be filled up."

Your muffled moans vibrated around Haechan’s cock, making him hiss through his teeth. His hips snapped forward, pushing even deeper, your throat tightening around him as tears welled in your eyes. His fingers dug into your jaw, holding you there.

"Look at you," Haechan purred, voice dripping mockery. "Drooling all over yourself, tears running down your face. You’re such a fucking slut... but you love it, don’t you?"

You could barely think, body trembling, pleasure unraveling into something raw as Ten’s rhythm turned frantic. His grip was almost punishing as he chased his release.

But this time, he didn’t finish inside you. He pulled out, breath heavy, stepping back to stand beside Haechan. His hand wrapped around himself, stroking slow, watching you with a dark, satisfied smirk.

"I’m not done yet," Ten murmured, voice low, commanding. "We’re going to make sure you’re completely covered by the time we’re finished with you."

Haechan chuckled, thrusts turning erratic, both hands now gripping your hair as he fucked your throat deep. "You hear that?" His tone was a promise, sharp and teasing. "You’re not just taking us—you’re going to wear us."

The words sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through you, your moans muffled as Haechan’s cock twitched deep in your throat. With a rough groan, he pulled out, moved to where Ten had been, and thrust his length into your dripping cunt. The wet slap of skin against skin filled the room as he fucked Ten’s release deeper into you, the filthy sensation making your body tremble.

Soon, it would be his turn to fill you up.

Behind you, Ten stroked himself furiously, his breathing ragged, his eyes fixed on your face.

“Stick out your tongue,” he ordered, voice thick with arousal.

You obeyed, tongue darting out just as Ten groaned and shoved his cock deep into your throat again. His taste coated your tongue, the lingering traces of his release making you shudder as he pulsed against the tight warmth of your mouth.

Haechan grunted, gripping the back of your thighs and pushing your legs up, nearly folding you in half as he picked up the pace. His cock drove into you mercilessly, each thrust hitting that spot inside you that had your body convulsing beneath him.

Once again, you were being fucked from both ends, completely at their mercy.

You never could have imagined this happening—all of it, just because of some stupid project. But now? You couldn’t be more satisfied with the outcome. The way Haechan’s cock bullied that sensitive spot inside you, the way Ten’s length filled your throat, stretching it with every ruthless thrust—it was overwhelming in the best way.

A loud, muffled scream tore from your throat, but it was swallowed by Ten’s cock as he fucked into your mouth with a brutal pace. The sounds in the room were obscene, bouncing off the walls—your muffled cries, the wet slap of Haechan’s hips against you, the rhythmic creaking of the bedframe as it slammed against the wall. Your tears only turned them on more, and you felt them harden inside you.

You clenched hard around Haechan, your walls gripping him tight as the intensity built inside you, your orgasm just out of reach. He felt it, groaning as he dug his fingers into your thighs.

“Oh, you’re close, aren’t you?” His voice was strained, breathless. “F-fuck… I think I am too. Ten, how’re you holding up over there?”

“Shit, I’m right there,” Ten panted, his grip tightening in your hair as he fucked your throat harder.

That was all it took for them to lose control.

Ten came first, spilling across your tongue, the warmth of it coating your lips and dripping down your chin. His breath hitched as he pulled back, watching the mess he’d made of you, satisfaction clear in his dark eyes.

Haechan wasn’t far behind. He cursed low under his breath, thrusting deep one final time as he came, filling you to the brim before pulling out, the last spurts of his release spilling across your stomach and chest, hot and sticky against your skin.

“Fuck,” Ten grunted, stepping back to admire his work. His chest rose and fell with ragged breaths as he smirked. “You look perfect like this. Completely ruined.”

Haechan chuckled, trailing his fingers through the mess on your face before gripping your chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. “And to think you wanted to get rid of us,” he mused, voice dripping amusement. “Now look at you. Completely fucked out by us.”

The room was thick with heat, the scent of sweat and sex lingering in the air. Your breaths came in sharp, uneven gasps, your body trembling from the sheer intensity of it all.

Haechan smirked, brushing his fingers lazily down your thigh, a silent reminder of the claim he’d left on you. There was still hunger in his eyes, but beneath the cocky exterior, something softer flickered there. “You really outdid yourself,” he murmured, voice low and teasing. “Didn’t think you’d last this long. Guess we underestimated you.”

He wiped a bead of sweat from his brow, leaning against the desk with that same smug grin. “What did I tell you? All those little outfits, all that attitude—you were just waiting for this to happen. Should’ve made a move sooner.”

You were too exhausted to reply, your body still thrumming from the aftershocks. You lay there, head hanging off the edge of the bed, limbs boneless, chest heaving as you tried to process everything. Their gazes were heavy on you, but for once, you didn’t feel embarrassed.

Instead, a small, tired smile tugged at your lips. “You two are… so annoying,” you muttered weakly.

Ten and Haechan both laughed.

“Annoying?” Haechan echoed, crouching beside you. His fingers gripped your chin again, forcing you to meet his gaze. “You weren’t saying that a few minutes ago, sweetheart”

Ten leaned in, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face, his smirk softening just a little. “Don’t worry,” he murmured, voice smooth.“We’ll give you time to recover… but don’t think this will be the last time you will see us.”  

The weight of his words sent a fresh jolt of heat through you, despite the exhaustion weighing down your limbs. Haechan caught it, the way your eyes widened slightly, and let out a low chuckle.

“For now,” Ten continued, fingers trailing down your arm, “we should clean you up. Can’t have you looking like this all night, can we?”

Haechan stretched, grabbing a towel from the desk before tossing it to Ten. His grin never faded. “And after that? Maybe we’ll play another game,” he mused, teasing. “Who knows? You might be able to go another round.”

You groaned, throwing an arm over your face as you let your head sink back against the mattress. “You two are crazy,” you muttered, though there was no real bite to your words.

Ten laughed, wiping you down with surprisingly gentle hands. “You love that though,” he murmured, certain.

And as you lay there, your body exhausted but your heart pounding with the lingering adrenaline, you realized you couldn’t argue with him…

[sunarots]

taste ━━━ suna rintarou & miya osamu

20. milking a dead cow ♡

cw. x1 snide comment about y/n’s appearance by rubi

For the third time tonight, Rubi makes a snide comment about dating Suna in an attempt to get you to bitch with her. She waits to see if you respond, quickly laughing and lightly hitting his arm. Through her laughs, she says, "I'm kidding!" and taking a sip of her drink. She excuses herself and rises from her seat with her phone gripped tightly in her hands.

You lean back in your seat and let out a heavy sigh, looking up at the ceiling. "I'm just going to say it, boys. This night sucks ass harder than Atsumu." You look between them, catching both agreeing.

"Not that I don't like being in the company of my 'crazy ex', but I'm so close to stabbing myself in the eye with my fork," Suna announces, picking up his fork for emphasis. He taps the bottom against the table and looks towards the toilets to make sure she's gone. "I don't know what her deal is tonight."

You don't mean for your amusement to show on your face, grabbing your glass to try and hide it before Suna sees you.

Osamu clears his throat. "She's uh... She's okay."

"She said we should do this again, 'Samu. If I do this again, I'll kill myself," Suna snaps, dropping his fork and leaning back in his chair.

"You're not exactly fun for me to be around, either." You roll your eyes at him, finishing off your drink. "But I do agree. I may have to do it, Osamu. Tell Kiyoko I miss her. And don't let Kuroo take over my position as manager."

Osamu laughs, resting a hand on your thigh. "Look, we're almost done. No dessert, just the bill. It's Thursday, so there's definitely a party we can crash. Otherwise, we drink at mine until we're paralytic."

"As nice as a party sounds, I just want my bed. I do want more booze, though. Can you flag down the waiter for another round? Maybe shots?"

Nodding his head, Osamu waves at one of the waiters and apologises. "Can we get another round and six shots of Sambuca?"

Simultaneously, you and Suna burst out, "Not Sambuca."

Osamu frowns, apologising once again and correcting himself to vodka. When the waiter leaves, he turns to face you. "Why not Sambuca?"

"Have you not seen y/n after Sambuca? She once almost killed Atsumu for standing on her foot." Suna has to stop himself from laughing at the memory.

"That was you!?" Osamu exclaims, laughing hysterically. "I hear about it but no one knew who it was! I thought it was Sakusa, honestly."

"You know, a lot of people said that." You nod slowly in thought before shrugging your shoulders. "Anyway, no Sambuca if there's a chance of someone getting on my nerves."

"So, never?" Osamu flashes you a smile before laughing, settling back in his seat. "So, Rin, how do you feel about nationals?"

"Pretty good. I'm excited to see how far we go. I need to start going to the gym again, though. Rubi likes to come with me but I hate going with her. How do you feel?"

Osamu shrugs his shoulders. "Yeah, I have high hopes. At least I know I'll be starting since I'm sleeping with the manager."

You return his smile and face him. "If you want to start, you don't need to sleep with me. You need to keep practicing." You shrug your shoulders, smiling as the waiter sets a tray of shots down on the table. "Oh, perfect." You waist no time in grabbing them and taking your first shot, setting it back on the tray. You take the second before either of them have their first, looking between them in disappointment. "Have you never taken shots before?"

"You inhaled those," Osamu scolds, taking his first one. "Give us a chance."

"If you take much longer I'll have them as well." You finish whats left in your glass as the waiter approaches again, taking the tray of empty glasses and shot glasses away.

Rubi appears from behind him, slipping back into her seat. "Ugh, those toilets are disgusting. Why did he have shot glasses?" She flattens her hair against her chest as she watches him walk away.

"They were from another table, he was just collecting our empties." Suna taps on the side of Rubi's fresh cocktail to bring it to her attention. "Should we get the bill and finish these drinks?"

Rubi pouts, looking over her shoulder. "I wanted a dessert menu. I want to try that cheesecake you liked."

"If I eat anything else, I may be sick," you announce, trying to stop her from getting the menus — you will not get stuck here for another hour. The food is good, but it takes too long for your liking when you're stuck on a date like this.

"You don't have to get anything. Besides, probably for the best. Your uniform isn't very flattering." Rubi spots a waiter, frantically waving her hand at him to bring him over,

Your jaw clenches at her statement, turning to Osamu with a fake smile plastered across your face. Without saying anything, you sigh and lean back in your seat.

Before Rubi can talk to the waiter, Suna rests a hand on her shoulder and blocked her from his view. "Can we get the bill? I'm feeling a bit queasy. Not because of the food. Just... Diarrhoea."

A heavy silence falls over the table, Rubi turning her nose up in disgust. She settles into her seat and picks up her phone with the same grimace in place.

You have to press your lips together tight to keep your laughter inside, your hand flying out to grip Osamu's thigh. He returns the action, his fingers digging into you like you're his lifeline. The waiter backs away slowly, watching Suna carefully as though he may shit himself on the spot.

Rubi turns to face Suna again, dropping her phone down on the table. "Can you not act normal for one fucking date? God, trying to do anything with you is like... It's like milking a dead cow!"

"This isn't exactly what I wanted for date night. This reservation was made for two: us. No offence, Osamu. Kind of offence, y/n." He holds up a hand towards you, not catching your dismissive shrug. "Hanging out with an ex never sounds fun. For anyone."

"Don't think of her as a ex, think of her as your best friend's girlfriend," Rubi justifies. "Look, Rin, if you don't start reciprocating my needs, we're over."

Osamu leans in towards you as they continue bickering and whispers, "It's so joever."

# fun fact !

after y/n fought him, atsumu was telling everyone it was some random drunk guy on the street and he did more damage to him

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summary. when your ex starts dating your least favourite person on campus, your ex-best friend from high school, you can’t help but feel a little betrayed. you quickly realise a way to get back at him: his best friend.

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[squidwriting]

#4: Guilty

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⇥ Masterlist

⇥ Taglist (hope they're all working!) @ferrari-curse, @solarisstarrsolomonsbeloved, @robertthehoover, @annasnape7, @menabuser16, @swthrtbyeol, @foulbreadpaenut, @earphonejack09, @namelesslosers, @pearl-pool, @ameagrice, @ayyylol, @honeynanamin, @ninglovr, @beebeechaos, @gracesworks, @muscrat112, @androgynous-lady

⇥ Pairing Hwang In-ho x fem!reader

⇥ Warnings Spoilers for Season 1 & 2, angst, violence, graphic descriptions of injuries & death

⇥ A/N: Almost got emotional there. 👀😂

⇥ [#3] | [#5]

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"How could you?"

Gi-hun's voice was low as you approached the small group that hat once again gathered at their usual spot after collecting their small dinner. "We lost by one vote. One vote. If you had pressed the red button, then-"

"Wow, stop right there," you cut him off, raising your hand. "First off, I don't need to tell you why. Second, if you want to give someone shit for this... give it to Jung-bae, your twice-as-righteous friend. I've had an O on my chest since the beginning. He changed his vote."

In-ho listened silently, biting back a smirk. Despite everything that had happened to you, you had not lost your confidence and quick-wittedness.

"Fine," you sighed in response to Gi-hun's glare. "I'll keep my distance."

"Don't," In-ho answered quickly, grabbing your wrist to keep you from leaving. "There's no use in arguing about our votes anyway. Let's just... focus on whatever is going to happen next. Okay?"

Dae-ho pulled Jung-bae back as well. The older man stumbled over his words, apologizing and explaining his vote, hoping to make the whole situation less awkward. You sighed and sat down, unpacking your food slowly. It was not much, but it would be enough to not have anyone go to bed hungry.

Silence settled over the five of you; a thick and suffocating silence, only interrupted by the occasional argument being thrown around the dormitory. You swallowed thickly, contemplating whether or not you should break the silence. It was risky to pry, but part of you was either curious... or just desperate to talk to your husband.

"I'm sorry you can't go to your wife now," you said quietly, taking another bite of your bread. You felt like shit saying those words - but the silence had been even worse.

"Not to worry," he answered after a short moment, a strange sense of melancholy seeping into his words. "She wouldn't know anyway."

Before you could say anything, the already well-known female voice announced the end of the day through the speakers. Gi-hun had suggested that you would all stay together from now on, even during the night, taking turns in keeping watch. All of you settled in quickly. By the times the lights went out, the dormitory was eerily silent.

Dae-ho was fast asleep.

Jung-bae and Gi-hun talked and laughed quietly about something.

In-ho was quietly staring at the ceiling.

And you were quietly staring at In-ho.

"Will watching me help you fall asleep?" He smirked, looking at you from the corner of his eyes. You were unable to suppress a small smile. "Maybe," you whispered, rolling onto your side. "Compared to everyone else around here, you always seem so calm and collected. Like a haven of peace."

He chuckled quietly, before a deep sigh escaped him. "That's what my wife used to call me, too."

"What happened," you asked, scooting a bit closer to him, "if... you don't mind me asking?"

In-ho stayed silent, his eyes finding the distant ceiling again, as he drifted deeper and deeper into his memories.

"It was... a warm, sunny day in late July. I was just finishing up some paperwork for my boss, so I could leave early. That day.... we had been married 15 years. I had planned a surprise for her. And then... I got a call from the hospital."

You swallowed thickly, settling into a more comfortable position. You knew your story obviously... but you never heard In-ho's side of it. Part of you was curious - the other part terrified.

"She got hit by a truck. Didn't even see it coming."

"I'm sorry," you whispered, biting back words of protest. Like a mantra, you reminded yourself to not interrupt or correct him. Let him talk. You know nothing.

"And... she's still in the hospital? Four months later?" 

In-ho nodded slowly. "It's a severe case of retrograde amnesia. She doesn't remember anything that happened before the accident. The doctors are doing everything they can," he inhaled shakily. In the dim light, you could see tears welling up in his eyes. "But there's only so much they can do, and they're not... too optimistic anymore."

"Damn," you whispered, rolling onto your back. 

"If only I had taken the day off."

In-ho's words barely reached your ears. His voice was small, too small for a man of his caliber. "What?" you looked at him, confused by his statement. He huffed lightly before speaking up again. 

"I promised her on our last anniversary. I promised to take the day off. I didn't. If I had, she wouldn't have been out on the road, getting run over like that." 

You took a deep breath, collecting your thoughts. Memories - long forgotten - flooded your consciousness. "My god..." you whispered, remembering the fight you and In-ho had the year before your accident. What was supposed to be an amazing anniversary for you two, ended in one of the loudest and nastiest fights you two ever had - in all those years you had known each other. 

A realization hit you as more new found memories came to light slowly. 

"You two had a fight on the day of the accident, didn't you...?" 

A single tear escaped In-ho's eye, glistening in the soft light. 

 "That's why I need that money," he whispered, slowly looking over at you, "to get her the best possible treatment. When she gets her memory back - even if she doesn't want me anymore - I need to tell her-"

Another tear rolled down his cheek, and a heavy lump in his throat kept him from talking. Your heart clenched painfully. Had he carried this heaviness, this unnecessary guilt with him all these years? 

Had he not told anybody?

Or had no one told him how cruel he was being to himself by beating himself up over something that was not his fault? 

In a moment of unexpected boldness, you reached out and gently wiped his tears off with your fingers. It was electrifying to touch him like this again - after all these long years. The tips of your fingers tingled pleasantly, and you could not keep yourself from cupping his cheek gently. 

"You shouldn't carry this weight on your shoulders," you whispered, your thumb gently stroking his cheek. "I'm sure... your wife wouldn't want that. Take it from someone who lost her memory as well," you chuckled lightly, "we don't worry about the bad things that happened before the incidents. We wonder about all the great things we have forgotten. We long to remember the happy times, the joyous things that made us who we are, and that formed our bonds and relationships."

"And you should, too. Why beat yourself up over something that was out of your control? The only thing you messed up was to not stick to your promise... which, I guess, would have been resolved with an apology, flowers, chocolates, dinner in her favorite restaurant, and great sex. In that particular order." 

In-ho was unable to suppress a small chuckle at your words. 

"Everything else was not your fault... was it?" 

Slowly, you pulled your hand away again. You were treading on dangerous territory now, the urge to tell him everything growing with each passing minute. But who knew how he would react? 

How would you deal with the situation going forward anyway? You could not live a lie forever, even if you made it through the last remaining days in this facility. 

"Thank you," he whispered after a few long moments. 

Once more, silence settled over the two of you - but it was not as heavy and tense as before. 

"Try to sleep," he mumbled, carefully scooting a bit closer to you. "I'll keep watch."

You hummed, curling up on your side. "Jung-bae and Gi-hun already do. You should catch some sleep as well."

"It's fine," he smiled, "I'm not tired anyway." 

Surprisingly, you drifted off to sleep fairly quickly. Maybe it was exhaustion. Maybe it was the familiar feeling of sleeping next to your husband that you had come to miss over the past months. 

Whatever it was, when soft lips placed a gentle, loving kiss on your forehead, you were already fast asleep.

"Sleep well, my love," In-ho whispered, nuzzling against you carefully, inhaling your scent. The storm brewing within his heart and mind was still raging.

But with you so close to him, he did not hear the roaring thunders and howling winds. 

[saebyeokbliss]

THE TREE

pairing: kang sae-byeok x fem!lawyer!reader

synopsis: when you come back to seoul from the states, you ask your younger sister ji-yeong if you could crash for a few days. however, her roommate is seemingly reluctant and only agrees to letting you stay for a week. you agree to do so and stay for the meantime while you help a north korean couple fight to stay in the south.

warnings: angst, slow burn, emotional themes, legal drama, mentions of north korean defection, doomed yuri, discussions of deportation, stress and exhaustion, mild language, mutual pining, reader is 2 years older than ji-yeong and sae-byeok

The morning air was crisp, the kind that nipped at exposed skin but wasn’t quite enough to be unbearable. Kang Sae-byeok pulled Cheol’s scarf up higher around his chin, adjusting it as they walked toward the small private school he attended. Ji-yeong strolled beside them, hands stuffed into the pockets of her oversized hoodie, her usual smirk barely present.

"You're wrapping him up like he's going to war, not school," Ji-yeong teased, nudging Sae-byeok with her elbow.

Sae-byeok rolled her eyes but didn’t respond, instead tightening her grip on Cheol’s tiny hand. He looked between the two girls, oblivious to the conversation but content in their presence.

As they turned the corner, the school came into view—a modest building with a neat little yard where other kids were being dropped off. Sae-byeok stopped at the entrance, crouching down to meet Cheol’s eyes.

"Be good today, alright? If anyone gives you trouble—"

"I tell the teacher first," Cheol recited dutifully. "And if that doesn’t work, I tell you."

Sae-byeok ruffled his hair, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Good boy."

Cheol beamed before running toward the schoolyard, his small backpack bouncing with each step. Sae-byeok watched until he disappeared inside, only then allowing herself to exhale.

Ji-yeong rocked back on her heels. "So, uh, speaking of kids," she started, voice casual in a way that immediately made Sae-byeok suspicious.

"Don’t," Sae-byeok warned.

Ji-yeong grinned. "You don’t even know what I’m gonna say."

"I can hear it in your voice. It’s something annoying."

Ji-yeong sucked in a dramatic breath. "Okay, first of all, rude. Second of all—"

"Ji-yeong."

"—my sister needs a place to crash for a week."

Sae-byeok’s face immediately hardened. "No."

Ji-yeong pouted. "You don’t even know her."

"Exactly."

Ji-yeong groaned, throwing her head back. "She’s only two years older than me, she’s a lawyer, and she’s working on some big case in Seoul. She just needs a place to stay while she’s here."

Sae-byeok shook her head, already walking away. "I said no."

Ji-yeong jogged to catch up. "Sae-byeok, come on. She’s not some creep. She’s my sister."

"That doesn’t mean anything."

"You let me stay at your place."

"That’s different."

"How?"

Sae-byeok stopped, turning to face Ji-yeong with an exasperated look. "Because I know you. I don’t know her. And Cheol—" She hesitated. "I can’t have strangers around him."

Ji-yeong’s expression softened. "She’s not a stranger to me. And I wouldn’t bring her up if I thought she was dangerous."

Sae-byeok crossed her arms, jaw tight. She hated new people. She hated disruptions. But most of all, she hated putting Cheol in any situation where he might not be safe.

"It’s just a week," Ji-yeong pressed. "Seven days. She’s barely gonna be there anyway, she’ll be working all the time."

Sae-byeok exhaled sharply through her nose. "If she oversteps, she’s out."

Ji-yeong grinned. "Deal."

Sae-byeok clicked her tongue, already regretting it.

She had a bad feeling about this.

And she was rarely wrong.

The flight from the States to Korea was long and exhausting, but stepping into Seoul’s crisp evening air felt oddly refreshing. It had been years since you’d been back—too long, really—but work had finally brought you home, even if only for a week.

Dragging your suitcase behind you, you punched in the address Ji-yeong had given you into your phone. The apartment wasn’t too far, just a short cab ride away.

As you stood outside the modest building, you took a deep breath before knocking.

The door swung open almost immediately.

"About time," Ji-yeong greeted, her grin wide as she pulled you into a tight hug.

You laughed, squeezing her back. "Missed you too, Ji."

"Yeah, yeah," she said, pulling away and ushering you inside. "Come in before Sae-byeok starts regretting this."

You stepped in cautiously, eyes scanning the small but cozy apartment. It was clean, minimal, clearly lived in but not cluttered. And then, standing stiffly by the kitchen counter, was the infamous Kang Sae-byeok.

You knew of her, of course. Ji-yeong talked about her all the time—their friendship, their shared struggles, and most importantly, the little brother Sae-byeok was raising. Cheol. You’d heard so much about him that it almost felt like you already knew him.

Sae-byeok, however, looked far less thrilled to meet you.

"Hi," you greeted, offering a polite smile.

She gave a curt nod. "Rules are simple. Don’t touch anything, don’t bother Cheol, and don’t stay longer than a week."

Ji-yeong groaned. "Jesus, Sae-byeok. Can you at least pretend to be a decent host?"

"It’s fine," you reassured, not at all offended. You understood her protectiveness. "I’ll stay out of the way."

Sae-byeok didn’t respond, just gave you one last assessing glance before disappearing into the hallway.

Ji-yeong sighed. "She’ll warm up. Eventually."

You weren’t so sure about that.

A few hours later, after settling in and getting some work done at the small dining table, the front door opened again.

You glanced up just as a small boy stepped inside, his tiny frame bundled up in a thick scarf.

Cheol.

His eyes widened slightly at the sight of you, and he immediately pressed himself against Sae-byeok’s side, gripping the hem of her jacket.

You smiled gently. "You must be Cheol."

He didn’t respond, just peeked up at Sae-byeok, who shot you a warning glance before ruffling his hair.

"This is Ji-yeong’s sister," she told him. "She’s staying for a little bit."

Cheol stayed quiet, still clutching onto his sister like she was his lifeline.

You didn’t push. Instead, you returned your attention to your paperwork, flipping through the legal documents sprawled across the table.

A few minutes passed before you noticed a small presence beside you.

Glancing down, you found Cheol standing near your chair, eyes locked onto the colorful pens you had scattered across the table.

"You like these?" you asked, picking up a bright blue one and twirling it between your fingers.

Cheol hesitated before nodding.

You uncapped the pen and handed it to him. "You can try it if you want."

His small fingers closed around it, and he quickly grabbed a scrap piece of paper from the pile, drawing a few wobbly lines.

Ji-yeong whistled. "Damn, that was fast. He likes you already."

Sae-byeok, who had been putting away Cheol’s backpack, turned at Ji-yeong’s comment.

Her eyes landed on the sight before her—Cheol, sitting beside you, completely at ease, scribbling on paper with one of your colorful pens while you watched with amusement.

Her jaw tightened.

Without a word, she grabbed her coat and headed for the door.

"Where are you going?" Ji-yeong asked.

"Dinner," Sae-byeok muttered, yanking the door open and stepping out before anyone could say anything else.

You barely noticed, too focused on Cheol’s enthusiastic scribbling.

But Ji-yeong did.

And she smirked.

Dinner had been quiet. At least, for the most part. Ji-yeong had done most of the talking, cracking jokes and trying to lighten the mood, while Cheol had happily eaten beside her, occasionally showing you his doodles from earlier.

Sae-byeok, however, had remained mostly silent, her usual sharp gaze flickering between you and Cheol with something unreadable.

Now, with the dishes cleaned and the apartment settling into a comfortable quiet, you stood by the main window, stretching after a long day.

That’s when you noticed it.

The tree.

It was massive, its thick branches stretching close enough to the window that it almost felt like an invitation. The night sky beyond it was clear, stars scattered across the darkness like tiny glowing freckles.

Before you could think twice, you were already climbing out.

The cool breeze greeted you as you carefully maneuvered onto one of the sturdier branches, settling down with your back against the trunk. The view was beautiful—Seoul’s city lights twinkling in the distance, the moon casting a soft glow over everything.

You exhaled, letting the moment sink in.

And then—

"What the hell do you think you’re doing?"

You turned your head just as Sae-byeok leaned out of the window, her expression a mix of disbelief and irritation.

"Uh… enjoying the night?" you offered, lips twitching.

Sae-byeok let out a sharp breath before climbing out after you, moving with the practiced ease of someone who had probably done this a hundred times before.

"You can’t just climb out onto random trees like this," she scolded, settling onto the branch beside you but keeping a firm grip on the trunk. "What if you fall?"

You chuckled, shaking your head. "It’s funny."

Sae-byeok narrowed her eyes. "What is?"

"That you’re scolding me like I’m a reckless kid," you mused, tilting your head toward her. "You do know I’m two years older than you, right?"

Sae-byeok scoffed. "You sure don’t act like it."

You laughed at that, and for the first time, Sae-byeok didn’t immediately look like she wanted to strangle you.

Deciding to shift the conversation, you leaned back a little. "Ji-yeong talks about you a lot, you know."

Sae-byeok tensed slightly. "Does she?"

"Mhm," you hummed. "She really admires you."

Sae-byeok looked away, gaze fixed on the distant skyline. "She talks too much."

You smiled. "I think it’s sweet. You two seem close."

Sae-byeok didn’t respond right away, but her expression softened just a fraction.

You took the chance to ask, "What about you? What do you do when you’re not... glaring at new people in your apartment?"

Sae-byeok shot you a look, but there was no real heat behind it. "I work. I take care of Cheol. That’s all."

"That’s a lot," you pointed out. "He’s a good kid."

Sae-byeok’s lips pressed together, something unreadable flickering in her eyes. "Yeah. He is."

The two of you sat in silence for a while, the city buzzing softly in the distance, the wind rustling through the tree.

Eventually, Sae-byeok sighed. "Just… don’t do dumb shit like this again."

You grinned. "No promises."

She groaned, rubbing her temple. "You’re worse than Ji-yeong."

"I’ll take that as a compliment," you teased.

Sae-byeok clicked her tongue in annoyance, but she didn’t move from her spot beside you.

And that, you figured, was a small victory.

The older adults' home was modest, tucked into a quieter part of Seoul, far from the relentless buzz of the city. The air smelled faintly of brewed barley tea, and the walls were lined with faded pictures—fragments of lives lived before they had ever set foot in South Korea.

You walked in with your briefcase in one hand and a notepad in the other, your heels clicking softly against the floor. The director of the home, a middle-aged woman with tired eyes and a kind smile, had called earlier, asking if you could come as soon as possible.

Two of their residents—an elderly couple—were in trouble.

You were led into a small sitting room where the pair was waiting.

The man, Mr. Choi, was thin, his frame slightly hunched with age, but his eyes were sharp. His wife, Mrs. Choi, sat beside him, her hands wringing together in her lap, her face lined with decades of worry.

As soon as you introduced yourself, they bowed deeply, desperation evident in the way they clung to formality.

"Please," Mrs. Choi said, her voice trembling. "We don’t know who else to turn to."

You offered a reassuring smile and took a seat across from them, flipping open your notepad. "Tell me everything. Start from the beginning."

Mr. Choi cleared his throat, his fingers tightening around his wife’s. "We defected from the North twenty-two years ago. It was… difficult, but we made it. We were granted automatic citizenship like all defectors."

You nodded. "Right. Under South Korean law, all North Korean defectors are recognized as South Korean citizens the moment they arrive."

"Yes," he confirmed. "But we—" He hesitated, his jaw clenching before he forced himself to continue. "We made a mistake. A bureaucratic one, but a mistake nonetheless."

Mrs. Choi took over, her voice hushed as if saying it out loud would make it worse. "When we first arrived, we were afraid. We didn’t trust anyone, not even the government. So when we were told to register for our new identification cards, we… we paid someone to do it for us."

That made you pause, your pen hovering over the notepad.

"You paid someone?" you echoed carefully.

Mr. Choi exhaled sharply. "A broker. He told us he would handle everything quickly, make sure our records were clean. We were naive. We thought we were protecting ourselves."

You resisted the urge to sigh. "And now?"

"Now," Mrs. Choi whispered, "we’ve been told that our citizenship is under review. The government flagged our paperwork as fraudulent, and they are considering revoking it."

Your grip tightened around your pen. If their citizenship was revoked, that meant—

"They’re trying to deport you," you realized.

Mr. Choi gave a stiff nod. "Back to China. Not even the North. If that happens—"

"They’ll send us back," Mrs. Choi finished, her voice cracking. "And if they do, we’ll be executed."

The weight of their words settled over the room like a thick fog.

You had handled difficult cases before, but this? This was life or death.

You took a slow breath and closed your notepad, looking them both in the eye.

"I won’t let that happen," you said firmly. "I’ll do everything I can to fix this."

Mrs. Choi let out a soft sob, covering her mouth as tears welled up in her eyes. Mr. Choi bowed his head, his shoulders shaking.

"Thank you," he murmured. "Thank you."

You weren’t sure if you deserved their gratitude just yet.

But you knew one thing for certain: you weren’t going to fail them.

The weight of the case pressed down on you like an unbearable force, settling deep into your bones.

Days had passed, filled with phone calls, legal research, and endless meetings. The Choi couple’s fate balanced on a knife’s edge, and despite your best efforts, the government's review process was painfully slow. Every possible solution led to another obstacle, and it was exhausting.

You hadn’t realized how much it was taking out of you until tonight.

The apartment was quiet—Ji-yeong was asleep, and Cheol had long since gone to bed. You hadn’t seen much of Sae-byeok today, but you figured she was around, watching as always.

Slipping out through the window, you climbed onto the tree, settling into what had become your spot. The cool night breeze brushed against your skin as you leaned against the sturdy trunk, staring at the sky.

Your mind raced with possibilities. What if you couldn’t fix this? What if you lost the case? What if—

The sound of someone climbing out onto the branch startled you from your thoughts.

You turned your head just as Sae-byeok eased herself onto the tree, sitting beside you with practiced ease.

"You’ve been doing this a lot," she noted, her voice quieter than usual.

You huffed out a tired laugh. "Guess I have."

She studied you for a moment, arms resting on her knees. "You seem less… cheery than usual."

You exhaled slowly, running a hand through your hair. "It’s the case," you admitted. "It’s a tough one."

Sae-byeok didn’t say anything right away, waiting for you to continue.

You hesitated before explaining, keeping it brief. "An elderly couple—North Korean defectors. They made a mistake years ago when filing their paperwork, and now the government wants to revoke their citizenship. If that happens, they’ll be deported to China, and then sent back to the North."

Sae-byeok’s expression darkened. "And if they go back to the North…"

"They won’t survive."

Silence stretched between you, heavy with unspoken understanding.

Finally, Sae-byeok sighed, leaning back against the trunk. "I don’t know you very well," she admitted. "But I can tell you’re a hard worker."

You blinked, turning your head to look at her.

She continued, voice steady. "You wouldn’t have taken the case if you didn’t think you could win. And even if it’s difficult, I can tell you’re the kind of person who doesn’t give up easily."

Something warm settled in your chest.

Most people reassured you with empty words—"It’ll work out," or "Things happen for a reason." But Sae-byeok? She wasn’t sugarcoating anything. She was recognizing your effort, your ability to fight through the exhaustion.

And somehow, that meant more than anything else.

You smiled, looking back up at the stars. "You know, in the States, you don’t see the stars like this."

Sae-byeok glanced up, following your gaze. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," you murmured. "Too much light pollution. But here, you can still see them, even in the city."

Sae-byeok hummed in acknowledgment, her gaze lingering on the sky.

For a while, neither of you spoke. The night air was cool, the stars distant but unwavering.

Even though you only had four days left with them, Sae-byeok didn’t seem as indifferent to you anymore.

And that? That was enough for now.

The courtroom was tense, the air thick with anticipation. You sat at the plaintiff’s table, your hands clasped together as you listened to the government’s final argument. They spoke in formal, detached tones, stating that the Choi couple’s initial documentation contained fraudulent elements, and therefore, their citizenship was not legally binding.

You clenched your jaw, forcing yourself to remain composed.

It had been a brutal legal battle. You had spent the past few days gathering every piece of evidence, every precedent, every argument you could possibly use. You had pored over immigration law, defectors’ rights, and testimonies from other North Korean refugees who had gone through similar bureaucratic nightmares.

And now, this was it.

The judge turned to you. "Counselor, your closing argument?"

You stood, smoothing down your blazer as you stepped forward.

"Your Honor, my clients, Mr. and Mrs. Choi, have spent the last twenty-two years as lawful, contributing citizens of South Korea. They have built a life here—a life of hard work and quiet resilience."

You turned to the courtroom, making sure to meet the judge's gaze.

"Yes, they made a mistake in trusting the wrong person to handle their paperwork when they first arrived. But does that mistake erase the decades they have spent as South Korean citizens? Does it justify sending them back to a country where they will face certain persecution, imprisonment, or worse?

South Korea recognizes all North Korean defectors as its own. It has done so for decades. To revoke their citizenship now over a clerical error—one made in fear and desperation—is not just a legal misstep. It is a moral failure.

I urge the court to remember that the law is not just about technicalities—it is about justice. And justice demands that Mr. and Mrs. Choi be allowed to stay in the only home they have known for the past two decades."

Silence.

The judge studied you carefully before nodding. "I will return shortly with my decision."

The minutes that followed felt like hours.

Mr. and Mrs. Choi sat beside you, their hands trembling slightly. You could feel their fear, their exhaustion. You wanted to tell them it would be okay, but until the ruling was official, you couldn’t make promises.

Then, the judge returned.

After a moment of shuffling papers, they spoke.

"The court finds in favor of the plaintiffs. The motion to revoke Mr. and Mrs. Choi’s citizenship is hereby dismissed. They will remain South Korean citizens, with full rights and protections under the law."

A breath you hadn’t realized you were holding finally escaped.

Beside you, Mrs. Choi let out a broken sob, covering her mouth with her hands. Mr. Choi bowed his head deeply, his shoulders shaking.

"Thank you," he whispered, voice hoarse with emotion. "Thank you, Miss [Last Name]."

You smiled, relief washing over you like a wave. "You don’t have to thank me," you said softly. "This is your home. No one should be able to take that away from you."

As you shook their hands and gathered your things, the weight that had been crushing you for days finally lifted.

You had done it.

They were safe.

And for the first time in what felt like forever, you could finally breathe again.

The apartment was quiet when you returned, the adrenaline of the courtroom victory still thrumming in your veins. You had done it. Mr. and Mrs. Choi were safe, their citizenship secured. It felt good—like all the stress, the exhaustion, the sleepless nights had been worth it.

But now that the fight was over, you found yourself seeking the one place that had become your quiet retreat.

The tree.

Slipping out through the window, you climbed onto the branch with practiced ease, settling into your usual spot. The sky stretched vast above you, stars glinting like scattered fragments of glass. You exhaled, letting the moment sink in, letting yourself be.

The sound of rustling behind you made you glance back.

But instead of Sae-byeok, it was Ji-yeong who climbed out, her movements casual as she plopped down beside you.

"Didn’t peg you for the sentimental type," she teased, nudging your arm.

You chuckled. "Guess I just like the view."

Ji-yeong hummed, swinging her legs slightly. "You’re in a good mood."

"I won," you admitted, unable to hide the satisfaction in your voice. "The Chois get to stay."

Ji-yeong grinned. "Knew you would."

For a moment, the two of you sat in comfortable silence, watching the city lights flicker in the distance. Then, Ji-yeong spoke again, her tone more thoughtful.

"You know," she mused, "Sae-byeok learned how you take your coffee."

You blinked, turning to her. "What?"

She smirked. "Yeah. Black with just a little sugar. She made a face when she saw it, said it was weird, but she still made sure it was right every time."

You stared at her, surprised. "I… didn’t even notice."

Ji-yeong shrugged. "She also remembers that you always leave your shoes by the door but never actually put them on right away. That you hum when you’re reading something important. That you always check on Cheol before bed, even though you think no one sees you."

Your heart skipped, warmth creeping into your chest.

"She doesn’t say much," Ji-yeong continued, resting her chin on her knee, "but she notices things. And I think she’s noticed you more than she wants to admit."

You swallowed, glancing back up at the stars. "Well… it doesn’t really matter, does it?"

Ji-yeong frowned. "What do you mean?"

You sighed, a sad smile tugging at your lips. "The case is over. That means I only have three days left before I go back to the States. My next case is waiting for me."

Ji-yeong was quiet for a long moment. Then, she let out a small sigh, running a hand through her hair. "I missed having you around, you know."

Your chest ached at that.

"I missed you too, Ji," you admitted softly.

She hesitated, then grinned. "Maybe you should try convincing Sae-byeok to let you stay longer."

You laughed, shaking your head. "She barely tolerated me when I got here. I doubt she’d want me sticking around."

Ji-yeong gave you a knowing look. "You sure about that?"

You didn’t answer.

Because, truthfully?

You weren’t sure at all.

What neither of you noticed was the figure lingering just inside the apartment.

Sae-byeok stood by the doorway, hidden in the shadows, listening to every word.

She had heard Ji-yeong’s teasing, your soft laughter, the way your voice carried gently through the night air. But most of all, she heard the quiet finality in your tone when you said you were leaving.

She didn’t know why that made something settle uncomfortably in her chest.

Without another word, she turned and retreated to her room, closing the door behind her.

But even in the silence, her thoughts lingered on you.

And the fact that in three days, you’d be gone.

Ji-yeong had called it a "girls' night out", but you should’ve known better than to trust her vague descriptions.

You had imagined a casual bar, maybe some light drinking and conversation. Instead, you found yourself in the middle of a packed club, music thrumming in your chest, neon lights flickering across the walls, and Ji-yeong already ordering shots before you could protest.

"Come on," she had shouted over the music, pushing a glass into your hand. "You just won a huge case! You deserve to celebrate!"

You hesitated for all of two seconds before downing the shot.

And that was where the night started to blur.

You weren’t wasted, but you were definitely drunk.

Somewhere along the way, Ji-yeong had disappeared into the crowd, her arm slung around a pretty girl’s waist, flashing you a thumbs-up before vanishing entirely. You had laughed, stumbling your way to the bar, only to realize that now you had no ride home.

The bartender gave you water, which you barely sipped, and your phone buzzed in your hand.

Ji-yeong: yo i found someone im gonna go home w her Ji-yeong: u good???? You: idk You: i think i may be a lil drunk You: how do i get home again Ji-yeong: oh my god Ji-yeong: hold on

A few minutes later, your phone buzzed again.

Ji-yeong: Sae-byeok’s coming to get you. Don’t move. You: bro SHE is gonna kill me Ji-yeong: lmao probably. good luck

You groaned, dropping your head onto the bar.

Sae-byeok. Of all people.

She found you exactly where Ji-yeong told her you’d be—sitting at the bar, sipping lazily on a glass of water, looking far too pleased with yourself for someone who was about to get their ass dragged home.

"You’re an idiot," was the first thing she said, stepping beside you.

You grinned up at her. "Hey, you came."

"Unfortunately," she muttered before grabbing your wrist and pulling you to your feet. You wobbled slightly, but she steadied you with an exasperated sigh.

"How much did you drink?"

"Uhhh…" You thought for a moment. "A lot?"

She rolled her eyes. "Let’s go."

The walk home was a blur, but you remembered the feeling of Sae-byeok’s hand gripping your wrist, keeping you from stumbling too much. You weren’t sure if she was annoyed or just resigned to her fate, but either way, she got you back to the apartment in one piece.

Cheol was already asleep, his door closed, the apartment dark except for the faint glow of the kitchen light.

You flopped onto the couch, groaning loudly. "Ughhhh. I feel gross."

Sae-byeok sighed, rubbing her temples. "You’re impossible."

You peeked up at her. "You’re still here."

She scoffed. "I had to make sure you didn’t choke on your own stupidity."

You laughed at that, and for some reason, that seemed to make her smile—just a little.

Then, as if making a sudden decision, she turned toward the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of soju from the counter.

You raised an eyebrow. "You’re drinking now?"

She shrugged, sitting on the couch beside you. "Might as well. I already had to deal with your drunk ass."

You gasped, clutching your chest dramatically. "So mean."

She rolled her eyes but poured you both a drink anyway.

And so, you drank.

You weren’t sure who leaned in first.

Maybe it was you, tipsy and warm, feeling bolder than you should have.

Or maybe it was her, gaze flickering to your lips too many times, her usual walls crumbling just a little in the haze of alcohol.

Either way, one moment you were laughing at something ridiculous, and the next, you were kissing her.

It was messy, uncoordinated, fueled by soju and exhaustion, but neither of you pulled away. Her lips were soft, her hands gripping your waist, pulling you closer as if she had stopped caring about pushing you away.

Somehow, you ended up in her room, tangled together in the dim light, the world outside forgotten.

And when morning came, with your head pounding and your limbs still wrapped around hers, the only thing you could think was—

Oh.

Shit.

Your head was pounding.

Your mouth was dry.

And there was warm, steady breathing against your neck.

For a moment, you just lay there, blinking up at the ceiling, trying to piece together what the hell had happened last night.

But when you shifted slightly, you felt it—the solid weight of an arm draped over your waist. The warmth of someone pressed against your back.

And then it hit you.

Oh. Shit.

Sae-byeok was asleep in your arms.

Your breath caught in your throat as you carefully, carefully turned your head to look at her.

Her face was peaceful, her usual sharp, guarded expression softened by sleep. Her lips were slightly parted, dark hair fanning across the pillow.

And worst of all?

She looked comfortable. Too comfortable.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

You needed to get out of here.

This—whatever this was—was a terrible idea. You were leaving in three days. This was just a drunken mistake, a lapse in judgment. If you stayed, if you let yourself get used to this—

You shook your head, carefully shifting to slide out from under her arm.

But the moment you moved, her grip tightened.

You froze.

Sae-byeok let out a quiet, sleepy sigh before pressing closer, her arm locking around your waist with surprising strength.

You swallowed hard. "Sae—"

"Don’t," she murmured, voice thick with sleep.

Your heart pounded. "Don’t what?"

"Don’t leave."

Your breath hitched.

For a moment, you thought maybe she was still dreaming. Maybe she wasn’t even really awake.

But then she spoke again, her voice quieter this time.

"Maybe it was just because we were drunk," she admitted, her grip never loosening. "But you’re leaving anyway. So it doesn’t really matter, does it?"

Your chest ached, something twisting deep inside you.

You could hear what she wasn’t saying.

If you’re leaving, then what’s the point in pretending this meant something?

You wanted to say something, anything, but the words caught in your throat.

Because she was right.

You were leaving.

And maybe, just maybe, that was why this hurt so much.

Your suitcase lay open on Ji-yeong’s bed, half-filled with neatly folded clothes. Three days had passed too quickly, and now you were down to your final few hours in this apartment.

You tried to focus on packing, on making sure everything fit just right, but your hands felt clumsy, restless. Your mind was too busy replaying everything that had happened—especially that night.

The way Sae-byeok had held you.

The way she had told you not to leave.

And then, the way she had avoided you ever since.

You had barely exchanged more than a few words since that morning. No lingering glances, no quiet conversations under the stars. It was as if she had drawn a line between you, pretending nothing had happened.

And if that was how she wanted to play it, fine.

You weren’t going to beg her to care.

You were folding your last shirt when you felt it—that presence at the door.

You didn’t look up, but you knew she was there.

Sae-byeok stood in the doorway, arms crossed, silent. Watching.

The air between you was tense, heavy with all the things left unsaid.

Finally, she broke the silence.

"You’ve been acting weird."

You scoffed, shoving a pair of jeans into your suitcase with more force than necessary. "Oh, I’m the one acting weird?"

Sae-byeok’s eyes narrowed. "Yeah. You are."

You let out a sharp, humorless laugh. "That’s rich, coming from you."

She exhaled sharply, stepping further into the room. "What’s your problem?"

That did it.

You turned to face her fully, anger bubbling to the surface before you could stop it. "My problem? Really?" You took a step closer, your voice rising. "You want to know what my problem is, Sae-byeok? It’s that you’ve been treating me like a stranger ever since that night. Like it didn’t mean anything. Like I don’t mean anything."

Her expression hardened, but she didn’t look away. "I never said it didn’t mean anything."

"Then what the hell was it?" you demanded. "A one-time thing? A drunken mistake? Just something to pass the time before I left?"

Sae-byeok’s jaw clenched. "I don’t play games."

"Then stop acting like you didn’t pull me closer that night," you snapped. "Stop acting like you didn’t want it just as much as I did!"

She inhaled sharply, nostrils flaring. "And what do you want me to say, huh? That I regret it? That I don’t?" Her voice dropped, but the frustration was still there. "You’re leaving. What do you expect me to do?"

Your chest tightened. "I expect you to be honest with me."

She shook her head, running a hand through her hair. "You think this is easy for me?"

"You’re the one pretending nothing happened!"

"You’re the one walking away!"

Silence.

You both stood there, breathing heavily, the weight of your words settling between you like a storm that had finally broken.

Sae-byeok’s hands curled into fists at her sides. Then, as if deciding something, she exhaled sharply and took a step back.

"Forget it," she muttered, shaking her head. "It doesn’t matter."

The words stung more than they should have.

Before you could say anything else, she turned on her heel and stormed out of the room, leaving you standing there, fists clenched, heart pounding.

And for the first time, you weren’t sure if you wanted to leave at all.

The night air was cool against your skin as you climbed onto the tree one last time.

You settled into your usual spot, leaning against the trunk, gazing up at the stars scattered across the Seoul skyline.

It felt different tonight.

Maybe because you knew it would be the last time.

You exhaled slowly, letting the silence wrap around you, trying to soak in the moment. The past few days had been a whirlwind—winning the case, the drunken night with Sae-byeok, the fight that had followed. And now, it was time to go.

There was no fixing things between you and her.

Maybe there never had been.

You heard the quiet creak of the apartment window opening, the soft rustle of movement.

For a brief second, you thought—hoped—Sae-byeok would come sit beside you. That she would say something, anythingbefore you left.

But she didn’t.

She just stood there, watching.

Neither of you spoke. Neither of you moved.

And eventually, after what felt like forever, she closed the window.

Leaving you alone.

By morning, your suitcase was packed, your ride was waiting, and the apartment was still.

You didn’t wake Ji-yeong. You didn’t wake Cheol. And you certainly didn’t wake Sae-byeok.

Instead, you left your goodbyes in ink.

A letter on Ji-yeong’s bed. One on Cheol’s. And finally, one on hers.

Then, without another word, you were gone.

Sae-byeok woke up to the sound of the apartment door closing.

At first, she didn’t move.

She just lay there, staring at the ceiling, already knowing what had happened.

Still, when she finally sat up and saw the letter on her bed, her chest tightened.

She hesitated before picking it up, fingers tracing the edges.

Then, without thinking, she walked to the window.

The tree stood there, empty.

For a moment, she just stared at it, jaw clenched.

Then, with a quiet sigh, she climbed out, settling into the same spot you had sat in the night before.

She unfolded the letter with careful hands.

And she read.

Sae-byeok,

I don’t know how to say goodbye to you, so I won’t.

By the time you read this, I’ll already be on my way back to the States. I figured this was easier—leaving without any more words left to fight over.

I don’t know what we were. Maybe nothing. Maybe something. Maybe just a mistake made under the influence of alcohol and bad timing.

But I do know this: I meant it.

Every touch, every glance, every moment we shared—I meant it. And I think, deep down, you did too.

But you were right. I was always going to leave. And maybe that’s why you never let yourself get too close. Maybe it was easier that way.

Still, I wish things had been different.

I wish we had more time.

I wish you had asked me to stay.

But I also know that even if you had, I don’t think I could’ve. Because this is my life—always moving, always chasing the next case, the next fight.

And you?

You’ve spent too long fighting already.

So this is me letting go.

Take care of Ji-yeong. Take care of Cheol. And, for once in your life, take care of yourself too.

I hope when you look at this tree, you don’t think of me leaving. I hope you think of the nights we sat here, staring at the stars, saying everything and nothing at all.

I hope you remember me the way I’ll remember you.

Goodbye, Sae-byeok.

Sae-byeok’s fingers tightened around the letter, her chest aching in a way she couldn’t describe.

She read it again.

And again.

And again.

Until the words blurred, until the weight of what she had lost finally settled in.

She closed her eyes, exhaling shakily.

And for the first time in a long time, she let herself feel it.

The morning was like any other.

Sae-byeok walked with Cheol to school, Ji-yeong by her side, the two of them making quiet conversation as Cheol ran ahead, waving goodbye before disappearing through the school gates.

It was routine now—dropping him off, grabbing coffee, walking back to the apartment. A routine that kept Sae-byeok grounded, distracted.

But today, something was different.

As they neared the apartment complex, the usual quiet of the morning was broken by the sound of machinery, voices shouting commands, the telltale buzz of a chainsaw revving up.

Sae-byeok’s steps slowed. Then stopped completely.

Her blood ran cold.

A construction crew stood beneath the tree. The tree. The one where she had spent countless nights sitting beside you, listening to you ramble about the stars, about your cases, about things that didn’t matter and things that did.

The same tree where she had read your letter, hands trembling, heart breaking.

Now, it was marked for removal.

A thick red "X" was painted onto the bark, and one of the workers was already preparing to cut into it.

Something inside Sae-byeok snapped.

"Hey! What the hell do you think you’re doing?!"

Her voice was sharp, cutting through the noise. The workers turned, startled, as she stormed forward, shoving past the orange cones like they weren’t even there.

"You can’t cut this tree down!" she shouted, her accent thickening with anger. "Who gave you permission?!"

One of the workers, a middle-aged man in a hard hat, approached cautiously. "Miss, this tree is scheduled for removal. The roots are damaging the sidewalk, and the landlord approved it."

"I don’t give a shit what the landlord approved!" she snapped. "This tree isn’t going anywhere!"

Ji-yeong, who had been watching in stunned silence, finally stepped beside her, blinking in disbelief. "Uh… Sae?"

But Sae-byeok wasn’t listening.

She turned back to the workers, eyes blazing. "You touch that tree, and I’ll make damn sure you regret it."

The man sighed, rubbing his temples. "Miss, I understand you might be attached to it, but—"

"Attached?" she repeated, her voice shaking with barely restrained fury. "You don’t know anything."

"Look, we’re just doing our job," the man said, clearly trying to keep his patience. "If you have a complaint, take it up with the landlord."

Sae-byeok clenched her fists, her whole body tense, as if she were about to throw a punch.

Ji-yeong must have sensed it because she quickly grabbed Sae-byeok’s arm, pulling her back. "Okay, okay, let’s not get arrested today."

Sae-byeok yanked her arm away but didn’t push the fight further. Instead, she shot the workers one last murderous glare before turning on her heel and storming into the apartment.

Ji-yeong followed, still looking baffled.

The moment they were inside, Sae-byeok kicked off her shoes and made a beeline for her room.

"Sae," Ji-yeong called after her. "What the hell was that?"

No answer.

Sae-byeok slammed her door shut, locking it behind her.

Ji-yeong groaned, running a hand through her hair. "Unbelievable."

She knocked on the door. "Sae, seriously. Talk to me."

Nothing.

Sae-byeok sat on the floor of her room, back against the door, staring at nothing.

Her hands were shaking.

The tree was going to be gone.

And with it, the last piece of you that she had left.

a/n: low-key inspired by flipped but hehehe also im sorry for the angst AH

[mywomankatarina]

𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍

Katarina x f! reader • Arcane

𝐒𝐅𝐖

Katarina is extremely protective—not in a suffocating way, but if anyone even looks at you the wrong way, she’s already reaching for a dagger.

Acts like she doesn’t care, but she does. A lot. She’ll roll her eyes when you fuss over her wounds, but she secretly loves how much you care.

Loves teasing you. Constantly flirts and makes you flustered just to see your reaction. If you try to flirt back, she’ll act unaffected, but inside? She’s screaming.

Katarina is touch-starved but won’t admit it. She pretends to be aloof, but the second you run your fingers through her hair or trace patterns on her skin, she melts.

Likes watching you do mundane things. You could be reading, cooking, or even just braiding your hair, and she’ll sit nearby, pretending to be uninterested when she’s actually memorizing every detail of you.

Loves when you play with her hair. She'll grumble at first, but if you keep doing it, she’ll eventually lean into your touch and close her eyes, completely at ease.

Tries to act tough but is actually the biggest softie when it comes to you. If you ever get sick or injured, she refuses to leave your side, acting like it’s inconvenient when she’s really worried sick.

Not big on public displays of affection, but in private? She won’t stop touching you—brushing her fingers against yours, resting a hand on your hip, tracing your jaw before pulling you in for a kiss.

Late-night cuddles are mandatory. If you turn away from her in bed, she’ll grab your waist and pull you back against her, muttering, “Where do you think you’re going?”

Always makes sure you have a knife on you. She even gifts you a custom-made dagger, telling you, "If you're with me, you're a target. At least make them regret trying."

If you ever go on a mission alone, she WILL be waiting at the door when you return. Arms crossed, eyebrows raised, scanning you for injuries. "Took you long enough. Now let me see if you got hurt."

Gets jealous, but won’t admit it. Instead of confronting the person flirting with you, she’ll just casually throw a dagger dangerously close to them and smile.

Hates mornings, but if you kiss her awake, she won’t complain. Might grumble something about “waking a sleeping assassin being dangerous,” but she’ll pull you back into bed anyway.

Loves when you wear her clothes. If she sees you in one of her shirts, she won’t say anything, but she’ll smirk and stare for way too long.

Despite everything, she always makes time for you. No matter how dangerous or chaotic her life is, she’ll always return to you, even if it means sneaking into your room in the middle of the night just to hold you.

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖

Katarina is dominant and she knows it. She takes control naturally, knowing exactly how to wreck you with just her hands, her lips, and her voice.

However, she has a soft spot for you. If you ever want to take control, she’ll allow it—just know she’s only letting you win.

Loves teasing you until you beg. She enjoys seeing how far she can push you before you completely lose yourself under her touch.

Very vocal. Low groans, whispered praises, teasing comments—she’ll make sure you know exactly how much she’s enjoying herself.

Eye contact. Oh, she LOVES keeping her eyes on you, especially when she’s between your legs, watching your every reaction.

Bites. She has a thing for marking you—your shoulders, thighs, collarbone—anywhere she can leave a reminder that you’re hers.

Loves when you beg. The more desperate you sound, the more fun she has dragging things out. “That’s cute, but you’ll have to ask nicer than that.”

Takes her time. She loves watching you squirm, teasing you just enough to leave you on edge before finally giving in.

Loves when you struggle under her. If you try to fight for control, she’ll pin your wrists down and smirk. “Oh? You wanna play rough? Cute.”

Aftercare is surprisingly sweet. She’ll clean you up, pull you into her arms, and pretend she’s unaffected, but the way she strokes your hair and murmurs “You okay?” tells you otherwise.

If she’s been away for a long time, expect her to make up for lost time. She’ll pull you onto her lap the second she sees you, not letting you leave until she’s satisfied.

If you ever try to tease her in public, she’ll get revenge later. You may think you’re in control, but the second you’re alone? You’re in trouble.

She enjoys hearing you. If you try to hold back your sounds, she’ll lean in close and whisper, “Don’t be shy. Let me hear you.”

Has a possessive streak. If she sees someone flirting with you, she’ll make sure you remember exactly who you belong to later that night.

Absolutely has a thing for your reactions. The way you gasp, whimper, shudder under her touch? It drives her crazy.

If you ever try to tease her back, she’ll turn it around on you so fast. Think you can get her flustered? Cute. She’ll have you breathless in seconds.

The afterglow is soft. After everything, she’ll wrap herself around you, pressing lazy kisses to your shoulder and playing with your hair until you fall asleep.

[sturniololuvz]

Can you do where the sturniolos little sister is dating Nate?

Yessss!!! hope you likeee!!!!

“Hawaiian Getaway”

Nate + sturniolos x sturniolos sister

Warnings: none

The sun hung high in the sky, casting a golden glow over the crystal-clear waters of the Hawaiian beach. The trip had been planned for months—Nick, Matt, Chris, their best friend Nate, and of course, Y/N, who just so happened to be dating Nate.

The waves crashed playfully against the shore as Y/N stood knee-deep in the water, her arms stretched out as Nate swam toward her.

“Babe, you’re the worst swimmer I’ve ever seen,” Nate teased, reaching for her hand.

Y/N gasped dramatically. “Excuse me? I’ll have you know I was the best in my swim class when I was six.”

Chris, floating nearby on a bright orange inflatable tube, snorted. “Yeah? And what happened after six, Y/N? You just decided, ‘Eh, I’ll never need to swim again’?”

Nick, who was wading beside Matt, laughed. “I mean, let’s be real—if Y/N ever gets stranded at sea, she’s doomed.”

“Wow,” Y/N huffed, crossing her arms. “The betrayal.”

Matt smirked. “You are kinda flailing around like a fish out of water.”

Before she could protest, Nate suddenly lifted her up and threw her backward into the ocean. She shrieked as she hit the water, coming up coughing and laughing.

“NATE!” she splashed water at him while he grinned. “You’re so lucky I love you.”

Chris faked a gag. “Ugh, gross. Someone get a bucket.”

“Jealous I get more girls than you, Chris?” Nate shot back, smirking.

Chris raised an eyebrow. “Pfft. Please. I have zero girls, but at least I have my dignity.”

The group burst into laughter, the ocean water cooling their sun-warmed skin as they spent the afternoon swimming, tackling each other in the waves, and burying Matt in the sand just for fun.

Later That Night…

The Hawaiian air was warm, the scent of salt and tropical flowers drifting through the open windows of their beachside resort. The triplets had one shared room, while Nate had his own. Y/N’s room was supposed to be down the hall—supposed to be being the key phrase.

Chris, sprawled out on his bed, had been scrolling through his phone when he heard soft footsteps. He peeked up just in time to see Y/N, in her oversized t-shirt and shorts, sneaking past their room.

A slow smirk crept onto his face.

“Ohhh, Y/N,” Chris called out, making her freeze in the doorway. “Going somewhere?”

Y/N turned slowly, her face innocent. “Just… getting some water.”

Chris sat up. “Water? At Nate’s room? Damn, I didn’t know he had special hydration services over there.”

Nick, half-asleep, groaned. “Chris, shut up.”

Matt, from his bed, cracked an eye open. “Dude, it’s literally every night. We know where she’s going.”

Chris’s smirk widened as he leaned against the headboard. “You know, Y/N, if you keep sneaking over there, we’re gonna have to start charging you rent.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “You’re so annoying.”

Chris gasped dramatically. “Me? Annoying? I’m just pointing out the facts.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “So, uh… should we be putting on headphones tonight?”

Y/N’s face went beet red. “CHRIS!”

Matt groaned, throwing a pillow at him. “Dude, stop.”

Chris dodged it, laughing. “What?! I’m just saying, if you guys are doing the devil’s tango—”

Nick shot up, rubbing his face. “Bro, shut up before I actually lose my mind.”

Y/N covered her face, absolutely mortified. “You guys are insufferable.”

Chris wiggled his fingers at her. “Tell Nate I said hi.”

Without another word, Y/N turned on her heel and bolted toward Nate’s room. The moment the door shut behind her, the triplets burst into laughter.

Matt shook his head. “You love making her uncomfortable, don’t you?”

Chris grinned. “It’s a gift.”

Meanwhile, in Nate’s room, Y/N was still red-faced as she flopped onto the bed beside him.

“What took you so long?” Nate asked, pulling her into his arms.

She groaned. “Chris is the worst.”

Nate chuckled. “What did he say now?”

Y/N buried her face in his chest. “He asked if they should put on headphones tonight.”

Nate froze for a second before laughing loudly. “Oh my God, he’s never gonna let us live this down.”

Y/N sighed. “Nope. Never.”

But as she lay there, tangled up with Nate, listening to the distant sound of the waves outside, she realized something—Chris might be annoying as hell, but she wouldn’t trade this trip, or these boys, for anything.