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Former Manager

Part One: Back in town.

Jo Yuri x Male Reader (2.9K Length)

The abrupt movements and the deceleration sensation alerted you, waking you up. Automatically you took a quick look out through the window of your seat, the clouds gave way to a landscape that brought back many memories, it wasn’t your first time landing at the Incheon Airport.

You got off the plane, taking your suitcase ready to leave the terminal. Breathing the air of that place in an attempt to calm you down, but you failed when all your memories flooded into your brain in a succession of images.

You started to walk thinking about it thoroughly, that nerves invade your body was kind of stupid being honest, you had done this before and with a lot more pressure according to yourself, after all not everyone could boast of have been a manager for the popular girl group Iz*One.

That’s right, after committing the biggest folly of your life by deciding to move to South Korea instead of go to the college you found a miracle job, specifically being one of the Iz*One managers for 1 year and a half. That was until due to some personal reasons you were forced to return to your home country. And 4 years later here you are, back in the Asian country to resume your job as a manager.

You were surprised when Wake One Entertainment contacted you offering a new job. Apparently they didn’t have enough managers in the company due to the arrival of new groups, which caused a total restructuring of the staff, leaving Kep1er in search of a new manager. That’s where you and your good work done with Iz*One years ago came in, knowing that the new head of the staff was one of your coworkers at that time.

It was a really complicated decision to make for several reasons: 1. You hadn't spoken the language for a long period of time. 2. Take care of a group full of teenage divas wasn’t an easy job. 3. And you were comfortable in your current job. Seen this way, only a crazy person would accept that offer. Exactly what you did 5 minutes later.

You came back down to earth as the cab stopped, and you were able to see right in front of you the Wake One building. You walked inside the building and introduced yourself to the front desk indicating that you were coming for the manager vacancy, one of the receptionists guided you to the conference room where your interview would take place.

The interview was nothing more than a formality, obviously the vacancy was yours, but certain guideline had to be met.

They told you that the Kep1er girls were currently in the USA for the KCON, so you would not start working with them until the next week, once they returned.

You returned to the main lobby, the keys of your new house were given to you alongside your company car with some more documents to sign.

It was at that moment meanwhile you were signing the documents that you heard a familiar voice behind you calling your name. “Manager oppa!”

You turned yourself to face the former Iz*One member and now soloist, Jo Yuri. “It is really you, manager oppa!?” She shouted in surprise, covering her mouth with her hands.

Your heart almost skipped a beat as you looked her up and down. She was no longer that little girl she used to be when you were spending your days with her. Even though she had grown up, she still had that youthful look.

“Excuse me, but…” You left the pen over the desk. “Do i know you?”

Her facial expression faded as soon as you said that, turning from surprise to annoyance.

“Do you really forgot about me, oppa!?” Her louder and offended voice made you laugh and making her even angrier.

“I couldn’t forget you so easy, Yuri.” You told her showing a smile and she sigh annoyed. “You still like teasing me. But it’s been a long time, what are you doing here?” Her tone sounded cheerful again.

“Woah, so now you’ll be managing Kep1er, they are so lucky to have you I envy them, but now I have to record my new song, hope to see you often around the company, oppa!” You said goodbye to her as you watched her to disappear when the elevator closed its doors, didn’t expect to meet one of your former members so soon.

You walked out the building to take the car and drive right to your new home, making a quick stop in a convenience store to buy some fast food for dinner accompanied by a drink.

Finally, you arrived at home, left the food bag and some papers on a nearby table and plopped down on the sofa visibly tired, jet lag was taking its toll.

Even so, you found the strength to browse through some things and investigate more about your new members while you had dinner. You were relieved to know that they were fewer than the last time, although from what you could see in some videos they seemed louder, especially that little girl named Hikaru.

You finished for today, noticing that it was already dark outside and decided to take a long relaxing shower before getting into bed, whereas you tried to fall asleep your memories of years ago with the Iz*One girls came flooding back.

After your step down you had been following from the distance the evolution of every member career, and you couldn't be more proud of each one of them, but seeing them now in real life would be a different feeling.

Then you remembered the brief encounter with Yuri in the company, you began to think about how much she changed in these years, she was one of the younger members back then, but now she seemed so much mature.

You couldn’t help but think how much her body had changed this time, she was all grown up and transform into a real woman. You even noticed how good she fit in those jeans she was wearing today that enhanced her hips and showed off her ass.

BUT WHAT THE HELL I AM EVEN THINKING! You shouted in your mind sitting up in the bed breathing heavily, how you could be thinking about her in that way, about one of the girls you took care for almost two years, the one you practically treated like a younger sister.

You lay back down in bed again, looking at the ceiling and then looked down at your pelvic area, noticing the big erection that had formed under your pants. “I must be sick.” You whispered, slipping your hand under your clothes, trying to stimulate yourself before falling asleep.

The next morning you made your way to the company, but first you took a shower and had breakfast that only consists of a coffee cup and a couple of cookies. The biggest part of the day happened in the office, you had so much work to do before Kep1er returned from their activities.

Around lunchtime someone knocked to your door, you stretched out on the chair giving way to the person who has knocked. “Oppa, let’s have lunch together!” Yuri exclaimed showing her head out the door.

She burst into your office carrying a heavy bag that lifted it to your eyes level.

“Yuri…”

“I assumed that you'll have a lot of work in your first day, and you always insisted me on not skipping meals, so it’s my time to pay you back.” she said with a big smile. She had touched you there.

“I really missed tteokbokki.” You said eating the food. Yuri was sitting in the chair in front of you, she wasn’t eating but admiring you. “Do I have to remind you that you also have to eat?” You scolded her, but she just laughed at it. “Don’t worry about me, I want to eat other type of food…” “Which one?” You asked, taking one more fried chicken piece. “You.” Hearing that made the piece of chicken slip on your chopsticks and roll off the desk, you couldn’t say anything, you were petrified.

“You spend a lot of time with Yena, now you also replicate her stupid jokes.”

“It’s not a joke, oppa.” For the first time ever you could see an unusual expression on her face, one you have never seen before, what was going on with her?

“Yuri, stop this joke now, it’s not funny…” “I’ve already told you, it’s not a joke…” She said standing up from her chair and crawled under your desk, reaching you.

“Yuri! What are you doing?”

“You are so tense, oppa, you should relax.” At this point she was fully under your desk reaching your legs and touching between them, why was this happening to you?

“I always thought that the first one to do something like this with you would be Eunbi unnie, years ago I found out she was talking about it together with Hyewon unnie and Chaeyeon unnie.” Hear that made you open wide your eyes, it couldn’t be true. “It’s kind of normal, a young women group with raging hormones and such a young manager, kind and attractive, it’s every girl’s dream.”

But she was right, back then you were too much young to managing a group, actually you still are today, even Eunbi was older than you. That’s why you considered all of them as your sisters, and that’s why this situation was so complicated.

“Yuri…we both knows this is so wrong.” You tried to reason with her.

“You are not my manager anymore and we both are adults, but mostly important…” She touched the huge bulge that had already formed under your pants. “You really desire it, don’t you?”

“Yuri, please, anyone could come in at any moment.” Your words were useless, she was already unbuckling the belt of your pants, and you couldn’t or rather didn’t want to do anything to stop her. A few seconds later you could felt how your penis was set free.

“IT’S SO BIG!” She exclaimed, amazed by the size of your dick, making you shift restlessly in your seat.

“Lower your voice, someone could hear you.” You scold her and became more and more anxious as you looked towards the door of your office.

“Sorry, it’s just…it’s incredible oppa.”

Her eyes couldn't be apart from your dick, she was totally hypnotized looking at it, but suddenly she started to massage your penis with her hands, making you moan.

She ran her tongue all over your length, from the tip to your balls and repeated this for a while, at each repeat your cock was more and more wet and your knuckles were turning white due to the strength you were grappling to the chair armrest.

She looked at your face still kneeling down ad if she was asking for permission to continue, you succumbed to the temptation, you had already fallen time ago, and nodded your head. Then she opened her mouth and put every inch of your cock she could inside her. She was struggling to make you be fully inside her mouth, but you were so much huge to her, so she decided to move her tongue around the part of your dick that was already inside.

You couldn’t describe what you were feeling at that moment, it was the nearest to being in pleasure paradise you never experienced. Yuri’s tongue didn’t stop moving over your penis, constants moves that went in unison with your moans.

She made an effort to make you fit completely in her mouth, you looked at her, noticing her cheeks filled with your cock. You let out a loud moan as the tip of your cock brushed against her throat.

She peeled herself off you for air, gasping visibly and with a large thread of saliva coming out of her mouth, masturbating you meanwhile she tried to recover.

“How the hell are you so good at this?” She smiled, taking that as a compliment. “I’ve dreamed a lot of times with this moment, I’m glad you like it.”

“It’s certainly better than masturbating by myself like last night.” You mentioned out loud as if you were talking to yourself. It took you a second to realize your mistake.

“Wait, what I wanted to say was…”

“I see.” She cut you off. “Manager oppa is a dirty man who has always thought about having me like this with him.”

“NO!” You quickly denied provoking her loud laughs.

“But it makes me happy, because you were always good and kind to me, so it’s my time to make oppa’s fantasies come true” She said bringing your cock closing to her mouth once again.

“What you mean?” You asked when a sinister smiled was formed on her face.

“Fuck my mouth, oppa.”

And there you lost the last shred of self-control you had, if you still had any.

As soon as she resumed the blowjob, you put one of your hands behind her head, making her swallow the entire of your length. Yuri supported her hands on your chair, trying to follow with her head the pace that you were now setting.

You could hear how she was choking on your cock every time your hands down her head into it. A bit worried, you tried to be less rude and give her a rest, but her hands stopped you, telling you that she was enjoying this as much as you.

“My god, Yuri...just like that…” You kept moaning, grabbing her hair that was falling into her forehead at the same time you started to move your hips making you go deeper on her mouth, fucking her throat.

She looked at you with fire in her eyes, telling you with her gaze that she wanted even more, you didn’t hesitate and kept fucking her mouth more aggressively.

You let her go, giving her time to catch her breath, her eyes were watering, and her makeup was totally ruined. It was the hottest thing you had ever seen in your life.

You bent down to lift her chin and kiss her passionate for a while until you separated from her and leaned back in your seat. You took your own penis in your hands, offering it to her.

“Finish the job.”

She immediately went back to sucking you desperately, her mouth was already habituated perfectly to your size, so you could notice how she was improved by the time pass.

You took her hands, forcing her to satisfy you using only her head. Sometimes it would slip out of her mouth and she would struggle to suck it back in, completely possessed by lust.

Her face was between your hands now, you couldn’t stop admiring the way she was sucking you, she placed your penis into her right cheek then you touched the resultant bulge, she stopped then and let your dick rest in her mouth closing her eyes enjoying your caresses.

If it were up to you, you would have stayed like this forever, but unfortunately it was time to end.

“Make sure to swallow it all.” You warned moving your hips faster feeling your load concentrating on your tip letting you know you were ready for the shot.

“YURI!” You screamed, unable to hold back any longer, reaching the orgasm and shooting your cum straight down her throat.

She did her best to hold it all in, but at the end a bit of cum dripped out of her mouth and ran down her chin to finally fall to the office floor.

The rest of your cum was still inside her mouth, she stepped back and opened her mouth to show you the amount of cum you gave to her. You watched her swallow all your cum at once, and that made you feel hornier than ever.

“Good girl.” You smiled at her.

She smiled you back and stood up, grabbing her bag to pull out a small makeup set, and trying to fix the mess you both made on her.

“Good as new.” She said, looking at herself in the small mirror. “Thanks for the meal oppa, hope we can repeat.” And she winked at you, making you come back to reality.

“Yuri, this was amazing, believe me, but it can’t happen again, or I will be in problems.”

“You don’t have to worry, I’ll make sure no one would discover us and…” Her cheeks turned red for a second.

“And?”

“I was thinking, maybe oppa can teach me a lot of things…” Oh, she was talking on that sense.

Your cheeks went also full red color and your brain started to malfunction, trying hard to formalize an excuse, a reason to refuse while she headed towards the door.

“Oh, I almost forget about it.” She stopped in the doorway.

“I told the girls about you, and they want to see you, Eunbi unnie will host a dinner party for us tonight in her house, you can’t miss it!” She said cheerful before leaving the office.

“Great, just what I needed.” You mumbled to yourself in an ironic way, throwing yourself back in the chair, noticing that you still had your member free, and hurried to get dressed again.

You slammed your face against the desk causing a louder sound and let it out a big sigh. “I’m going to get fired.”

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scottapez · 2 years ago

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#t.alk #*these r unofficial translations via mugiwhy of asian scanlation sensation

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mywitchyblog · 7 months ago

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Reality Shifting and Race Changing Explained: A Deep and Comprehensive Analysis of the Practice through the Perspective of a Person of Color.

Introduction :

Reality shifting, a practice where individuals consciously move their awareness to alternate realities or dimensions, has gained significant popularity and attention. Within this phenomenon, race changing—where shifters assume a different racial identity in their Desired Reality (DR)—has become a particularly contentious topic. Proponents of race changing see it as a way to explore different perspectives, foster empathy, and experience personal growth. However, critics raise concerns about cultural appropriation, identity integrity, and ethical implications. This essay will delve into the shifter's perspective and debunk arguments against race changing in reality shifting, examining the diverse viewpoints and underlying controversies.

Disclaimer : before interacting pls read the entire post carefully if you do not understand a part of it do not hesistate to tell me and i would gladly explain you in more details.

And as the title says im a person of color (POC) so i will give my opinion on the matter. I am lowkey (more high key lol) pissed that i see white people telling and talking about it as if they opinion is law its time you let people directly concerned by the matter speak on a subject that concerns them.

Taglist of people who might be interested in this post that i will update progressively i will also at the end provide a pdf version of the document if this post reaches 100 reactions if it reaches 150 to 200 i will also provide the one against age changing) :

@shiftinghoe @shiftersroom @leydenkilgore @jolynesmom @shiftinginferno @norumis @angelscatastrophe @thanossnap

My Age changing Post for those interested

Masterlist

Part I: The Shifter's Perspective

A-Immersive Nature of Reality Shifting

Reality shifting goes beyond elaborate daydreaming or role-playing. It's a full-fledged immersive experience where individuals become their "Desired Reality" (DR) selves entirely. This deep embodiment isn't just physical; it encompasses cultural, emotional, and even historical elements.

Shifters often perceive themselves with entirely different physical characteristics in their DR. This goes beyond appearance – they feel comfortable and familiar in their new bodies, experiencing unique sensations and abilities tied to their DR race. Imagine an East Asian shifter feeling their epicanthic folds affecting their vision or an Afro-Caribbean shifter experiencing the textures of their hair and the specific needs of their skin.

But it's not just physical. Shifters become integrated members of their DR culture. They might find themselves fluent in the language, complete with cultural nuances and dialects. They possess an intrinsic understanding of traditions and social norms, not just intellectually, but on a lived level. Family histories, community connections, and social networks become as real and meaningful as those in their original reality.

Perhaps the most profound aspect is the emotional and psychological alignment. Shifters report feeling emotions differently based on their DR cultural background. Their worldview, values, and beliefs shift to reflect their new identity, offering unique perspectives. Many even have a full set of memories associated with their DR life, from childhood experiences to major events.

Shifters don't just inhabit a new identity; they become part of a complex historical and societal narrative. They understand the weight of historical events that shaped their DR community and experience firsthand the societal advantages or disadvantages of their DR race. They feel a deep sense of cultural pride alongside the challenges and discrimination that may come with it.

For example, a Japanese shifter might not only speak the language fluently but also understand the intricacies of keigo and feel the emotional weight of concepts like "gaman" or "uchi-soto." They could have memories of local festivals, the excitement of catching goldfish, or the solemnity of a New Year's visit.

Similarly, a Latinx shifter might effortlessly switch between languages, understand the cultural significance of quinceañeras, and feel a deep connection to their abuela's traditions. They could have vivid memories of family gatherings filled with traditional foods, laughter-filled conversations, and the warmth of close family bonds.

This immersive experience allows shifters to see the world through a completely different lens, gaining insights otherwise impossible. In their DR, their new identity isn't a costume – it's as authentic and valid as their original self. This creates a profound sense of belonging and allows them to explore different aspects of identity in a meaningful way. This depth of experience is what proponents of race changing in reality shifting often highlight as a potential benefit.

B-Personal Growth and Empathy Development

Reality shifting, particularly when it involves changing race, offers a powerful pathway for personal growth and empathy development. Proponents believe this to be one of its most valuable benefits. Here's a breakdown of its potential:

Expanded Perspective: Shifters inhabit a different racial identity, gaining visceral, firsthand experiences. Imagine a Black shifter feeling the sting of racism, or an Asian shifter navigating the pressures of the "model minority" stereotype. This fosters a deeper understanding of racial dynamics beyond textbook knowledge.

Cultural Competence: Shifters become immersed in a new cultural context, enhancing their cultural competence. They gain insights into cultural nuances, values, communication styles, and nonverbal cues. For instance, a shifter embodying a Middle Eastern identity might understand the significance of hospitality, appreciating the cultural roots of seemingly excessive generosity.

Challenging Biases: The immersive nature of shifting exposes personal biases. Shifters confront and work through unconscious biases and stereotypes that may seem harmless from the outside, but feel hurtful or limiting from a different perspective. This uncomfortable process can be ultimately transformative.

Emotional Intelligence: Experiencing life through a different racial lens boosts emotional intelligence. Shifters develop empathy for the struggles and joys specific to different races, better understand emotional cues across cultures, and gain enhanced self-awareness through reflecting on their reactions in their new identity.

Social Justice Awareness: Shifters often report a heightened commitment to social justice and equity. Experiencing discrimination firsthand motivates them to become allies in their original reality. Understanding privilege (or lack thereof) associated with different races fosters nuanced discussions about systemic inequality.

Personal Identity Exploration: Race changing in shifting can prompt deep reflection on personal identity. Shifters might question aspects of their original identity, explore their cultural heritage and family history, and gain a greater appreciation for the fluidity and constructed nature of racial categories.

Linguistic and Cognitive Benefits: Shifters who become fluent in new languages experience cognitive benefits like enhanced cognitive flexibility from thinking in different linguistic frameworks and improved problem-solving skills as they navigate cultural and linguistic differences.

Artistic and Creative Inspiration: The rich experiences gained through race changing can serve as a wellspring of artistic and creative inspiration. Writers might create more authentic characters, while visual artists gain new perspectives on color, form, and cultural symbolism.

Professional Development: Insights gained through race changing can translate into professional growth. Shifters develop a stronger ability to work in diverse teams, enhance their cross-cultural communication and negotiation skills, and gain a deeper understanding that can be valuable in multicultural environments.

Healing and Trauma Processing: In some cases, embodying different racial identities has helped shifters process personal or intergenerational trauma. For instance, a shifter with a family history of racial oppression might find healing in embodying an identity free from that specific trauma. Conversely, embodying an identity that has experienced historical trauma might help shifters connect with and process their own unrelated traumatic experiences.

Part II: Debunking Arguments Against Race Changing

A-Cultural Appropriation

One of the primary arguments against race changing in reality shifting is that it constitutes cultural appropriation. This issue is complex and sensitive, requiring careful consideration.

Cultural appropriation involves adopting elements from one culture by members of another, often without a full understanding or respect for the original culture. This practice is typically characterized by a power imbalance, where the appropriating group holds more social, political, or economic power than the culture being appropriated. It also involves a lack of attribution, where the source of cultural elements is not acknowledged, leading to stereotyping and commodification of cultural symbols, often out of context and for profit.

Applying this argument to reality shifting, critics assert that when individuals assume a different racial identity in their desired reality (DR), they may trivialize the lived experiences of that racial group. They argue that such individuals might cherry-pick enjoyable aspects of the culture while avoiding its challenges and potentially reinforcing stereotypes or misconceptions about the culture.

However, several counterarguments challenge this perspective. Many shifters approach race changing with the intention of understanding and empathizing with different racial identities, rather than exploiting them. The immersive nature of shifting often involves a deep engagement with the culture, as opposed to the superficial adoption of isolated elements.

Moreover, cultural appropriation typically involves a dominant culture taking from a marginalized one, but in shifting, this power dynamic isn’t present. Shifters embody the new identity fully, integrating their experiences into the fabric of the DR, which can make their engagement more authentic.

Unlike typical cases of cultural appropriation, shifters often report experiencing both the positive and negative aspects of their new racial identity, including potential discrimination and societal challenges. This level of immersion extends far beyond wearing traditional clothing or using cultural symbols, as it involves a comprehensive engagement with the culture's values, traditions, and worldview.

Reality shifting is a personal and introspective practice, usually conducted privately or in small groups, rather than as a public display that might perpetuate stereotypes or commercialize the culture. This personal and nuanced approach differentiates it from more harmful forms of cultural appropriation seen in popular culture or commercial contexts.

Despite these counterarguments, there are still ethical concerns to consider. The ability to "opt out" of a racial identity at will is a privilege not available to those who live that identity full-time. There is also a risk of oversimplification or misrepresentation, even with the best intentions. The personal nature of shifting does not negate the potential for internalized stereotypes or biases to influence the experience.

Instead of viewing race changing in shifting as clear-cut cultural appropriation, it might be more accurate to see it as a complex form of cultural engagement. This practice has the potential for both positive outcomes, such as increased empathy and understanding, and negative outcomes, like reinforcing stereotypes or trivializing experiences. It requires careful reflection and ethical consideration from practitioners and might be evaluated on a case-by-case basis, considering the shifter's intent, approach, and outcomes.

The argument that race changing in reality shifting constitutes cultural appropriation could be seen as a false analogy fallacy, inaccurately equating the personal, immersive, and often respectful experience of shifting with the exploitative and superficial nature of cultural appropriation as traditionally understood. Some proponents suggest that, when conducted respectfully and thoughtfully, race changing in shifting could be seen as a form of cultural exchange rather than appropriation. This perspective posits that the immersive nature of shifting fosters genuine understanding and appreciation, with shifters often feeling a responsibility to respect and honor the cultures they embody. The insights gained can contribute to more meaningful cross-cultural dialogue and understanding in the shifter's original reality.

In conclusion, while the argument against race changing in reality shifting raises important ethical considerations, the issue is more nuanced than it might initially appear. The deeply personal and immersive nature of shifting, coupled with the often sincere intent of practitioners to gain understanding and empathy, sets it apart from more straightforward cases of cultural appropriation. Nevertheless, it remains crucial for shifters to approach the practice with respect, self-reflection, and a willingness to grapple with its complex ethical implications.

B-Fetishization

Another significant criticism of race changing in reality shifting is that it may lead to or represent a form of racial fetishization. This concern is both sensitive and complex, and warrants a thorough examination.

Racial fetishization involves reducing individuals to stereotypical racial characteristics, objectifying people based on their race or ethnicity, and exoticizing racial features or cultural elements. Often, though not always, it includes a sexual component. Critics argue that race changing in shifting might encourage shifters to focus on stereotypical or exoticized aspects of a race, leading to a superficial engagement with racial identity that is more fantasy than reality. This practice could potentially reinforce harmful stereotypes or racial preferences.

However, several counterarguments challenge this perspective. Many shifters who engage in race changing are not primarily motivated by sexual desire or attraction to stereotypical racial attributes. Their goal is often to understand and embody the full spectrum of experiences associated with a different racial identity, rather than to indulge in fantasy or stereotypes. The immersive nature of reality shifting encourages shifters to deeply engage with and appreciate the culture they are exploring. This process frequently fosters empathy and understanding, rather than objectification, as shifters report experiencing both positive and negative aspects of their new racial identity, extending beyond surface-level engagement.

Additionally, many shifters approach race changing as a means of personal growth, aiming to challenge their own biases and expand their worldview. This experience often leads to increased cultural sensitivity and awareness, rather than reinforcing stereotypes. In their desired reality (DR), shifters often experience a fully realized and complex identity that includes family histories, cultural practices, societal challenges, and individual personality traits, going far beyond mere racial characteristics.

Despite these counterarguments, it is important to acknowledge potential risks. Shifters might unknowingly bring racial stereotypes or biases into their DR experiences. There is also a risk of focusing on more "appealing" aspects of a racial identity while downplaying its challenges or complexities. The ability to "try on" different racial identities at will is a privilege that could lead to a form of racial tourism if not approached thoughtfully.

From a psychological standpoint, the experience of race changing in shifting could be seen as a form of identity exploration rather than fetishization. It serves as an exercise in perspective-taking and empathy development and provides an opportunity to confront and work through internalized racial biases.

Culturally, it is worth considering whether race changing practices in shifting might lead to more nuanced representations of diverse racial identities in media and art, foster more open dialogue about race and identity in society, or risk oversimplifying complex racial issues.

Ethically, shifters should be encouraged to reflect critically on their motivations and experiences, seek diverse perspectives and real-world knowledge about the races they embody in their DR, and be mindful of the line between appreciation and fetishization. The argument that race changing in reality shifting constitutes fetishization could be seen as a straw man fallacy, as it misrepresents the shifters' intentions and the nature of their experiences, reducing a complex and often empathetic practice to a simplistic and objectifying one.

Some proponents argue that race changing in shifting could help deconstruct harmful racial categories by highlighting the constructed nature of race, encouraging people to see beyond racial stereotypes, and fostering a more fluid understanding of identity. Comparing this practice to other activities, such as actors portraying characters of different races, virtual reality experiences designed to foster racial empathy, or imagining oneself in someone else’s shoes through literature or film, reveals that race changing in shifting may differ fundamentally from these practices in its approach and intent.

In conclusion, while the criticism of fetishization raises important concerns about the potential risks of race changing in reality shifting, a closer examination reveals a more nuanced picture. The deeply personal and often transformative nature of these experiences, combined with the typical intent of fostering understanding and empathy, sets it apart from more straightforward cases of racial fetishization. Nevertheless, it is essential for shifters to approach the practice with self-awareness, respect, and a commitment to genuine cultural engagement rather than superficial or stereotypical representations.

C-Race Changing is Racist

The argument that race changing in reality shifting is fundamentally racist is a serious allegation that requires careful examination. This perspective is based on several concerns: it may trivialize the real struggles and discrimination faced by racial minorities, allow individuals to "play" at being another race without encountering the associated societal challenges, perpetuate the idea that race is something that can be donned or discarded at will, and reinforce the notion that race is merely about physical characteristics or stereotypical behaviors. This criticism often stems from worries about cultural insensitivity, fears of minimizing systemic racism, and the historical context of racist practices such as blackface and yellowface.

However, this argument can be contested on multiple grounds. Firstly, many shifters engage in race changing not to mock or belittle other races but to gain a deeper understanding and empathy for those experiences. The immersive nature of shifting often results in increased awareness of racial issues and a stronger commitment to anti-racism in the shifter's original reality. Furthermore, shifters in their desired reality (DR) often experience life as an integrated part of the culture they embody, including facing discrimination and navigating societal challenges associated with that racial identity. This depth of experience goes beyond superficial engagement.

Additionally, race changing can lead to significant personal transformation. Many shifters report profound growth, challenging their own biases and increasing their cultural competence. These experiences foster a deep sense of connection and solidarity with different racial groups. Race changing could also be viewed as an immersive form of education about racial experiences, potentially offering more impactful learning than traditional methods.

Despite these counterarguments, it is crucial to acknowledge potential issues. Shifters have the privilege of opting out of their new racial identity and returning to their original reality, a luxury not available to those who face racism daily. There is also a risk of oversimplifying complex racial experiences into simplified narratives. Without proper reflection, shifters might misuse or misrepresent aspects of the racial identities they embody.

To address these concerns, shifters engaging in race changing should approach the practice with humility and a willingness to learn. Complementing their shifting experiences with real-world education about racial issues and using insights gained to actively combat racism in their original reality can help mitigate potential problems. Critical reflection on their experiences and motivations is also essential.

From a psychological perspective, race changing in shifting can be seen as a form of perspective-taking, which has been shown to reduce prejudice, an exercise in empathy development, and a way to confront and work through unconscious racial biases. Sociologically, it is worth considering whether widespread engagement in race changing might lead to increased racial empathy, contribute to a more nuanced understanding of race as a social construct, or challenge existing racial categories.

A comparative analysis with other practices such as diversity training programs, role-playing exercises in anti-racism workshops, and the concept of "passing" in racial identity reveals that race changing in shifting might differ fundamentally in its approach and intent. The argument that race changing is inherently racist may be seen as a hasty generalization fallacy, drawing broad conclusions based on limited understandings of shifters' experiences and motivations.

Some proponents argue that, when approached thoughtfully, race changing in shifting could be an antiracist practice by fostering a deeper understanding of diverse racial experiences, motivating action against racism in the shifter’s original reality, and challenging fixed racial categories. Considering how race changing intersects with other aspects of identity, such as gender, class, or sexuality, further complicates the discussion and could lead to a more nuanced understanding of intersectional identities.

In conclusion, while the argument that race changing in reality shifting is inherently racist raises important ethical concerns, a closer examination suggests a more complex picture. The potential for increased empathy, understanding, and antiracist action indicates that, when approached thoughtfully and ethically, race changing in shifting might contribute to combating racism rather than perpetuating it.

Part III: Community Dynamics :

A. Shiftok Culture and Hypocrisy

The community of shifters on platforms like Shiftok has become a significant space for discussing and sharing experiences related to reality shifting. However, this community is often marked by striking inconsistencies in its attitudes and practices, particularly when it comes to race changing. These inconsistencies reveal underlying biases and a selective application of ethical standards within the community.

One of the most glaring examples of this hypocrisy is the community's disparate treatment of shifts involving fictional races versus real-world racial identities. Users enthusiastically support and celebrate shifts into races from popular fiction, such as elves from "Lord of the Rings" or Veela from "Harry Potter." These shifts often involve adopting stereotypical characteristics of these races, such as ethereal beauty or magical abilities, without any criticism. Similarly, shifts into anime characters, even when these characters are explicitly Japanese or of other Asian ethnicities, are widely accepted and applauded.

In stark contrast, when a user mentions shifting to experience life as a different real-world race - for example, a white person shifting to be Black, or an Asian person shifting to be Latino - they often face harsh criticism and accusations of racism or cultural appropriation. This double standard extends to cultural practices as well. Users might criticize someone for shifting to experience a traditional Japanese tea ceremony as a Japanese person, calling it appropriation. However, they remain silent when shifters adopt fantastical versions of cultural practices, such as magical rituals in The Vampire Diaries Universe, which are often based on real-world cultural elements such as Hoodoo and Voodoo.

The inconsistency becomes even more apparent when considering shifts into races that face oppression or discrimination in their fictional universes. Shifting to be a Na'vi from "Avatar," who face colonization and violence from humans, or becoming a vampire who must hide from hunters and deal with societal prejudice, are widely accepted and even romanticized. These shifts often involve experiencing fictional forms of racism or oppression, yet they don't receive the same scrutiny as shifts involving real-world racial experiences.

This romanticization of struggle is particularly problematic. Users might enthusiastically describe the thrill of being a hunted vampire or the nobility of fighting against oppression as a Na'vi, while simultaneously criticizing those who wish to explore real-world experiences of discrimination through shifting. This glamorization of fictional oppression trivializes real-world struggles and reveals a lack of critical thinking about the implications of different types of identity shifts.

The community's acceptance of shifts into historical periods further highlights this hypocrisy. Shifting to experience life in different historical eras, which inevitably involves a change in cultural context, is generally supported. For instance, shifting to be a noble in Victorian England is rarely questioned, while shifting to be a person of color in modern-day America might be condemned. This inconsistency reveals a troubling bias in how the community views and values different cultural and racial experiences.

Perhaps the most striking example of this double standard is the widespread acceptance of shifting to become a Na'vi from the movie "Avatar." This shift involves taking on a completely different racial identity, often with spiritual and cultural elements inspired by real-world Indigenous cultures. Yet, this is rarely criticized, while shifting to be an actual Indigenous person would likely face significant backlash.

These inconsistencies in the Shiftok community undermine the credibility of criticisms against race changing and point to a need for more consistent and reflective ethical standards within the shifting community. They reveal that many users are more comfortable with the idea of exploring different identities and experiences of oppression when they're framed as "fictional," even though the immersive nature of shifting means these experiences are just as real to the shifter as any "real-world" shift would be.

This hypocrisy not only stifles meaningful dialogue about race and identity within the context of shifting but also reflects broader societal discomfort with addressing real-world racial issues. It highlights the need for the shifting community to engage in more nuanced, thoughtful discussions about the ethics of identity exploration, the nature of reality in shifting, and the responsibilities that come with experiencing different racial and cultural perspectives.

B. Judgmental Attitudes and Ignorance

The shifting community, particularly on platforms like Shiftok, often displays a complex web of judgmental attitudes and ignorance about the nuances of shifting practices. This creates a challenging environment for shifters exploring different identities, especially when it comes to race changing. (in this part and all the other parts of this essay, “real world”=CR aka this reality ik they are no such thing as the “real world” but for the sake of the argument i employed that term).

Many users within the community are quick to condemn those who shift into different racial identities, particularly when these involve real-world races. This rush to judgment often stems from a superficial understanding of shifting practices and a lack of empathy for the motivations behind such explorations. Harsh comments, gatekeeping behaviors, and in extreme cases, online harassment, have become unfortunately common responses to shifters who engage in race changing.

However, this judgmental attitude is starkly contrasted by the community's acceptance and even celebration of shifts into fictional races or non-human identities. This inconsistency reveals a deep-seated ignorance about the nature of shifting and its implications. Users often justify their acceptance of shifts into fictional races like Elves or vampires from various mythologies by arguing that since these races are fictional, they're somehow "safer" or less problematic to explore. This reasoning, however, fundamentally misunderstands the core principle of shifting: that all realities, whether based on fiction or the "real world," are equally real and valid from the perspective of the shifter.

This ignorance leads to a troubling double standard. Shifters who explore the experiences of fictional races facing discrimination - like the Na'vi battling colonization or werewolves hiding from hunters - are often met with enthusiasm. The community readily engages with these narratives of struggle and oppression when framed in a fictional context. Yet, when shifters attempt to explore real-world experiences of racial discrimination, they face harsh criticism and accusations of appropriation or fetishization.

This attitude demonstrates a lack of critical thinking about the ethical implications of different types of shifts. The community fails to recognize that from the perspective of shifting theory, the distinction between "fictional" and "real-world" races becomes arbitrary. The experiences of discrimination, cultural immersion, and identity exploration are just as real and impactful for a shifter whether they're embodying a Na'vi or shifting into a different human race.

Moreover, this ignorance extends to a misunderstanding of the depth and complexity of shifting experiences. Many critics within the community underestimate how fully shifters can embody and experience a different identity, regardless of whether it's fictional or based on a real-world race. They often fail to grasp the profound impact these experiences can have on a shifter's perspective, empathy, and personal growth.

The judgmental attitudes and ignorance prevalent in the community have serious consequences. They stifle open and honest discussions about race and identity within the shifting context. Shifters who feel judged may withdraw from the community or hide their experiences, limiting opportunities for collective learning and growth. The hostile environment can discourage exploration of different identities, potentially limiting the personal growth and empathy development that shifting can facilitate.

Furthermore, this environment of judgment and ignorance often leads to the mischaracterization of shifting experiences. Complex and nuanced explorations of identity are frequently oversimplified or dismissed. The potential benefits of respectful identity exploration through shifting are overlooked, while stereotypes about shifting and shifters are reinforced.

To address these issues, there's a clear need for more education within the community about the nuances and complexities of shifting experiences. Promoting a deeper understanding of the psychological and experiential aspects of shifting could foster more empathy and less judgment. Creating spaces for open, non-judgmental discussions about controversial shifting practices could help combat ignorance and promote a more nuanced understanding of the ethical implications of different types of shifts.

By confronting these judgmental attitudes and areas of ignorance, the shifting community has the opportunity to create a more inclusive, understanding, and supportive environment. This could not only improve the experiences of individual shifters but also contribute to more nuanced and productive discussions about identity, race, and the ethics of shifting practices. Ultimately, addressing these issues is crucial for the growth and maturation of the shifting community as a whole.

C-Understanding Morality and Multiracial Identity in Shifting

The concept of infinite realities in shifting brings about profound implications for our understanding of morality and identity, particularly when it comes to race. Each Desired Reality (DR) has its own unique set of morals and cultural norms, presenting a challenge when applying Original Reality (OR) ethics to these varied experiences. This moral relativism in shifting creates a complex landscape where what is considered ethically acceptable in one reality may not hold the same value in another.

The shifting community's approach to fictional races inadvertently highlights this moral complexity. Many shifters enthusiastically embrace identities like Na'vi from "Avatar" or vampires from various mythologies, often without the same level of ethical scrutiny applied to shifts involving CR races. This discrepancy reveals a fundamental misunderstanding of the nature of shifting itself. If we accept the core principle that all realities are equally real and valid, then the distinction between "fictional" and "real-world" races becomes very blurry to a point where said distinction vanishes since what is fictional in this reality is 100% real in that DR.

This paradox becomes even more apparent when we consider that many of these fictional races face discrimination, oppression, or complex social challenges within their realities. Shifters who take on these identities are, in essence, experiencing forms of racism or societal prejudice, yet these experiences are often romanticized or seen as less problematic than explorations of real-world racial discrimination. The Na'vi fighting against human colonization or Mutants from the X-men hiding from societal persecution are, within the context of shifting, as real and significant as any historical or contemporary struggle against oppression.

The romanticization of these fictional races raises its own set of moral questions. For instance, the glorification/romanticisation of vampire culture in shifting could be seen as problematic on multiple levels. It potentially trivializes issues of consent and power imbalances, and could even be construed as a form of necrophilia, given the undead nature of vampires (vampires are dead not alive ergo necrophilia in a way. This argument that I use is to further emphasize the hypocrisy of the shifting community since yall wanna talk about fetishization and romanticisation). This level of ethical scrutiny is rarely applied to fictional race shifts, despite the community's readiness to criticize CR race changing on similar grounds.

For multiracial shifters, this moral landscape becomes even more complex. A multiracial individual might choose to shift to embody only one aspect of their racial heritage in their DR, reflecting their sense of connection and belonging to that part of their identity. This choice doesn't negate their other racial identities but rather reflects the fluid and personal nature of racial identity itself. However, the community's inconsistent approach to race in shifting can create additional challenges for these individuals. They may find themselves navigating not only their own complex identities but also the arbitrary distinctions and judgments imposed by the community.

The multiracial shifting experience underscores the limitations of rigid racial categorizations and highlights the need for a more nuanced understanding of race and identity within the shifting community. It challenges shifters to consider how their experiences across different realities might inform and expand their understanding of racial identity in their OR.

Moreover, the moral relativism inherent in shifting raises questions about the nature of ethical growth through these experiences. If a shifter encounters and adapts to vastly different moral frameworks across their DRs, how does this impact their core ethical beliefs? This moral fluidity could lead to a more nuanced and empathetic worldview, but it also risks ethical inconsistency or moral relativism taken to an extreme.

In conclusion, the intersection of morality and racial identity in shifting presents a rich area for exploration and discussion. It challenges our understanding of ethics, identity, and the nature of reality itself. By engaging with these complex ideas, the shifting community has the opportunity to foster more nuanced, empathetic, and inclusive approaches to race and identity. However, this requires a willingness to apply consistent ethical standards across all forms of shifting, whether they involve "real" or "fictional" races, and a commitment to deeper reflection on the moral implications of these profound experiences.

Conclusion :

Ultimately, we can argue that race changing in reality shifting isn't inherently problematic and can, in fact, be a powerful tool for personal and societal growth. The ability to experience life from diverse racial perspectives has the potential to challenge deeply ingrained biases, foster genuine empathy, and contribute to more nuanced discussions about race and identity in our society.

However, we must tread carefully to ensure that these practices do not veer into appropriation or fetishization. This requires:

Approaching race changing with respect, humility, and a genuine desire to learn.

Engaging in thorough self-reflection before, during, and after shifting experiences.

Complementing shifting experiences with real-world education about racial issues and histories.

Being mindful of the privilege inherent in being able to "opt out" of a racial identity.

Using insights gained from shifting to actively combat racism and promote understanding in one's original reality.

Fostering open, honest dialogues within the shifting community about ethics and best practices.

Developing clear community guidelines that address the complexities of race changing.

By maintaining this careful balance, race changing in reality shifting can serve as a unique and valuable tool for promoting intercultural understanding, challenging racial prejudices, and fostering a more empathetic and inclusive society. As with any powerful tool, its value lies not in the practice itself, but in how we choose to use it. With thoughtful consideration and ethical guidance, race changing in shifting has the potential to contribute positively to our ongoing dialogues about race, identity, and human experience.

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noyasmashing · 8 months ago

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Daichi getting dommed by his girlfriend?! Since he's in the police maybe his girlfriend is a detective or some form of government official that works with the police all the tine!!!

★ BAD BOY. daichi!

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• warning: daichi + fem!dom reader, male penetration/fingering, mommy kink, cum eating, daichi has the “asian flush”

Daichi really wasn’t the one to drink. Actually, he shouldn’t be drinking. He lacked the enzyme that broke down alcohol once consumed. He wasn't suited for it, plain and simple. However, there were exceptions to his rule.

More often than not, he found himself holding a drink at parties, and tonight was no different. After months of tireless investigation, the combined efforts of the police officers and detectives had finally paid off, solving a particularly complex case. As a well-deserved reward, the team decided to treat themselves to a celebratory night out. They reserved a cozy private room at a highly-regarded restaurant, famous for its exceptional craft cocktails.

Their boss, in a thoughtful gesture, had arranged for everyone's drinks to be pre-ordered and paid for, ensuring that the team could relax and enjoy each other's company without worrying about the bill.

Daichi's concern about his metabolic issue flared up as he was handed a cold drink. However he disregarded it. After all, it was only natural that he felt compelled to partake, he didn’t want to seem stuck up, or rude. He started out with small sips, attempting to feign enjoyment.

No one had even noticed, he had gone almost the entirety of the party without even finishing half. Fortunately, everyones attention was diverted by a heartfelt speech from their respected superior officer, acknowledging the team's hard work and dedication.

As the party continued, Daichi's attention was divided between the celebratory speech and your persistent touch. Initially, the gentle rubbing of his thigh was a reflexive response to his coworkers' congratulations. But as the atmosphere mellowed, your hand remained, sending sparks of sensation through his body. The fleeting touches near his upper thigh were maddening, making him feel like he was losing control.

You couldn't help but notice his gaze lingering on you throughout the night, his eyes drawn to the subtle details of your attire - the short skirt, the blouse that teased just enough to hint at what lay beneath. It was clear you were deliberately drawing attention to yourself, and Daichi couldn't help but be captivated by your presence.

“Shall we take care of your issue in the bathroom?” you whispered in Daichi's ear, your voice dripping with teasing intent.

As he tried to maintain a stoic expression, you couldn't help but giggle at his failed attempt to hide his emotions. His temples flexed in frustration as he remained silent, his grip on your hand tightening under the table.

“You know we can’t do that.” He reasoned, tuning to meet your gaze, just for a moment.

You purred out, “Suit yourself,” in response, your eyes never leaving his face. Before smoothly turning to another detective and launching into a conversation about a different case you were working on together.

Daichi turned to look at his own friends, but struggled to process any of their words, his mind consumed by a maelstrom of inappropriate thoughts. In a desperate attempt to shake off the tormenting sensations and clear his mind, Daichi turned his attention to his drink, downing the remaining contents of his glass with a swift motion. The sudden rush of liquid warmth doing little to calm his racing thoughts.

As he struggled to clear the unpleasant aftertaste of his previous drink, Daichi's eyes fluttered open to find the group surrounding him, refilling their glasses.

Before he could process the situation, the room erupted into a chorus of cheers and toasts, and someone was pressing another glass into his hand. With a sense of obligation, Daichi reluctantly accepted the offering, not wanting to be rude or spoil the celebratory atmosphere. As he added the new drink to his already-lively mix, Daichi couldn't help but lament the fact that he had now consumed two cocktails.

As the surprise toast came to a close, the room began to empty out, with many people saying their goodbyes and departing the restaurant. Daichi noticed your growing impatience, and he felt his own unease mounting. He tried to sound nonchalant as he suggested, "Uh, m-maybe we should get going?" His words were laced with a subtle sense of desperation.

Your hand had been resting on his knee for a moment, but then it drifted away, your gaze flicking to your watch as if checking the time.

You nodded curtly, responding with a, "About time," and turning your attention back to him. "Do you have the keys?" you asked, your tone tinged with a hint of concern as you took in his flushed appearance. Without argument, Daichi handed over the keys, preparing to bid farewell to his coworkers and make a hasty exit.

As you both rose from your seats, Daichi's hand instinctively reached out and grasped the back of your jacket, his fingers digging in slightly as he struggled to steady himself. The sudden movement left him feeling lightheaded, and his face flushed with embarrassment as he realized his mistake. You, however, merely raised an eyebrow and tried to stifle a chuckle, indulging in a discreet caress of his backside as you did so.

You were well aware that Daichi was one of those people who didn't handle his liquor well, and the signs were all too clear. "It was nice seeing you, Chief," you said with a charming smile, shaking his hand firmly as you bid him farewell. Daichi nodded mutely, his eyes fixed on yours with a mixture of fear and distraction as your wandering hand continued its gentle exploration of his body. He was too intimidated to say anything, too preoccupied with the sensation of your touch to speak up.

Once you two were out of the restaurant the cool night air hit Daichi like a train. His breathing came in short, ragged gasps, and he stumbled slightly as he walked to the car. “Why did I park so far away.” He groaned, facepalming when he remembered his decision from earlier that day.

“What’s up with you?” you asked, your voice low and concerned as you raised an eyebrow in inquiry. The crunch of gravel beneath your feet was the only sound breaking the silence as Daichi hesitated.

“Wh-what do you mean?” Daichi stammered, finally turning to face you with a flush rising up his cheeks.

You shot him a concerned glance. "Did you drink too much or something, Sawa? You're breathing heavier than normal," you remarked, wrapping your arm around his waist to steady him as you walked towards the car in the dimly lit parking lot.

"I'm sorry," he muttered, his voice barely audible. "I felt rude not drinking, and then...of course, there was you..." He trailed off, his words hanging in the air as you approached the car, the silence between you thickening like fog.

But before he could break free and make his way to the passenger seat, you pinned him against the sleek, freshly washed car you had purchased together. The new sedan's gleaming surface reflected the dim parking lot lights, creating a sense of intimacy as you leaned in, your breath warm against his ear.

"What about me?" you whispered, your voice husky with desire. "Don't tell me you were turned on in front of your coworkers." you cooed, your knee gliding up to nestle against his groin, the movement deliberate and sensual.

His breath hitched, and he found himself grasping onto your jacket with an anxious intensity. "So-so what if I was?" he questioned, his voice trembling as he felt his heart pounding in his ears, his body burning with a sudden, intense heat.

His eyes widened as you made the bold move of pulling open the second-row door, revealing the dark interior of the car. "I can't wait till we get home," you whispered, your voice low and seductive, "and I don't think you can either." With that, you guided him into the back seat, the motion smooth and deliberate.

The effects of the alcohol were plain to see on him once you sat down beside him. You could almost hear his racing heart, his face a deep crimson, and the most captivating sight of all was his ragged breathing, as if he'd run a mile.

It was the most intoxicatingly vulnerable you had ever seen him, and by God, it was incredibly attractive. Once you closed the door behind you both, your lips crashed together in a sloppy, frenzied kiss. One that was full of fervor and desperation on his part.

Without hesitation, you started to undo the buttons of his shirt. "I think you're going to need a little discipline for overindulging, don't you?" you whispered into his ear, taking a gentle moment to nip at the lobe.

He let out a soft moan, his head nodding in agreement as you spoke. His apologies tumbled out in a slurred, endearing manner. Daichi was typically contrite and apologetic for his mistakes, so it was unusual for him to receive punishment like this, it made him excited.

"Actually," you said, pulling back to gaze at him with a playful smile. His eyes, still glassy from the drink, met yours, and he stared at you with a dazed expression. "You know what? You're adorable when you're tipsy. Kinda like when I finish fucking your brains out.”

He felt his body flare with heat at your words. The only thing his mushy brain could get out was a “please!” His whole body starting to tremble with anticipation as the desire burned within him. Your words conjured vivid images in his mind, leaving him breathless and unsure of himself. He felt like he was drowning in a sea of emotions, his mind racing with conflicting thoughts: plead, sob, or surrender. Your gentle teasing was torturous, leaving him helpless and at your mercy.

"Please? What do you want, sawamura?" you asked, your tone softening as you reached out to gently push him down onto his forearms.

He looked up at you with half-lidded eyes and wet lips. "F-fuck... fuck me.” he forced out, his breath catching in his throat as your hands ran gently along his chest, tracing the curve of his nipples.

“I don’t have my strap with me, darling.” You sighed, your hands tracing a gentle path along his torso. His abs contracted and relaxed, shifting beneath your touch. As you spoke, he let out a disappointed sob, his head tilting back in surrender.

“Don’t be greedy, my fingers will do just fine.” And with that, he was suddenly being flipped on all fours, his perky ass presented to you, the fabric of his clothes now inches from your face.

“Y-yes.. yes ma’am, sorry ma’am.” He relented, arching his back in attempts to appease you. You released a contented hum, then unfastened his belt and slowly slid down the zipper of his dress pants.

As soon as his undergarments were removed, his throbbing cock sprang free, glistening with precum that dripped down onto his dress shirt, a rather unfortunate turn of events.

Not to mention his hole, which clenched in eager anticipation of whatever you had in store. Your initial move was to spit on it, which was fortunate, as you would have needed lubricant anyway. He let out a soft "Ahh" of pleasure, sinking deeper into position as he did so.

You leaned forward, your body pressed against his, as you guided two fingers into his mouth from behind. "Open," you commanded, and he complied.

He struggled to resist the urge to suck on your fingers as you roughly explored his tongue, making him gag. A muffled string of moans escaped his lips, accompanied by a gasp as you withdrew your fingers.

"I'm supposed to be punishing you," you scoffed, "but you're responding like this is some kind of reward." you added, scoldingly. You then proceeded to line your now-wet fingers with his tight hole.

"Relax," you instructed as your fingers slid into him. Ordinarily, you would have taken your time to ease him into it, inserting just one finger to begin with. But the circumstances didn't allow for that level of finesse. Instead, you established a rough and demanding pace, one that had him groaning and whimpering into his palm.

"Slow down!" he pleaded, his words slurred with a mixture of protest and pleasure. Despite his plea, his hips continued to move in tandem with your pace, practically fucking himself on your fingers.

You couldn't help but laugh at the drunken scene unfolding before you, one hand rising to make a harsh, stinging contact with his exposed ass. His skin was hot to the touch, and his entire body seemed to vibrate with excitement.

His light pants were now a canvas of moans, his cries of pleasure and pain mingling in a chorus of ecstasy. The stifling air in the car grew thick and heavy, the windows fogging up.

"I wonder how the team would react to seeing you like this," you sneered, your voice dripping with disdain. "Knowing that I fucked you in the back of your car, and you took it like a good slut."

You dug your fingers deeper, searching for his most sensitive spot, and he winced in response. "Stoppp," he drunkenly begged, his voice muffled by his hand. You couldn't help but snort in derision at his demand.

"If you want me to stop, then why are you dripping allll over the seat?" You taunted, your gaze flicking down to the damp fabric. "Somebody's going to have to clean this up, you know."

He paused, his mind processing your words as a wave of tension washed over him. Though you couldn't see his physical response, you sensed it with certainty - his cock was twitching at your rather harsh degradation.

"I'm gonna cum, mommy." he whimpered alas, his voice trembling and nasal, in a tone that was foreign to you. He rarely addressed you with such endearments, so you knew that the alcohol must have loosened his inhibitions. "I'm gonna cum b-because your being so mean to me." he stammered, his words punctuated by sniffles.

"Hmmm," you murmured, slowing your movements deliberately. You couldn't help but appreciate the way his ass looked, supple and inviting as it yielded to your fingers. You didn't want this moment to end too soon. "Perhaps I should make you wait until we get home," You suggested, your voice low and sadistic with a hint of amusement.

He let out a despairing "Hmph" and a muffled string of "no"s as he struggled to force your fingers deeper inside him. To his frustration, you took a firm hold of his hips, preventing him from generating any friction through his own movements.

"You tell me, sawa, how bad do you want to come?" you asked in a calm, measured tone, tracing small circles on his hips and barely pumping him with your fingers.

As you gazed at him, you could see his Adam's apple bob up and down, his ear that angled towards you flushed a deep red, while his face remained mostly hidden behind his arm. The tremble in his voice was palpable as he hesitantly spoke up. "I... I want to so badly. I need to. My head feels all fuzzy, I can't take it! Please. P-please. Please, Mommy. Let me have this."

It was an understatement to say you were surprised. You had rarely witnessed Daichi so beset by neediness. Maybe his “Asian flush”, a hallmark of his vulnerability, only added to his desperation. You were certain you wouldn't be treated to this sight again anytime soon, so you intended to savor every moment of it.

"Lay on your back f’me. I wanna see your face." You urged in a gentle tone. He almost let out a sob when you detached from him, but your words steadied him. He shakily flipped onto his back, propping himself up on his forearms to gaze up at you. The agonizing seconds it took to reposition yourself felt like an eternity to him. As you finally resumed the motion, he let out a guttural moan, as if begging you to accelerate the pace. Unbeknownst to him, you added a third finger to the mix. Your gaze was transfixed on his face, drinking in the sight of his features twisted in a mix of pleasure and strain.

His labored breathing morphed into soft moans, his nose wrinkling as a single bead of sweat slid down his forehead, tracing the messy contours of his hair. The sight was almost mesmerizing, and you couldn't help but notice that your gaze was heightening his arousal. "You're so pretty, sawa, go ahead and come for me," you coaxed, abandoning any notion of this being a punishment.

But how could you be cruel to your lover when his throbbing cock quivered against his abs, as if begging for release? It was a pitiful yet endearing sight, one that tugged at your heartstrings. Just as your other hand reached out to claim his cock, he burst forth with a ragged cry, his semen coating his torso and the open expanse of his shirt.

A soft, whispered "Thank you, mommy" escaped his trembling lips, as his eyelids remained tightly closed, his gaze shut off from the world.

It took him a moment to collect himself, his breathing still ragged as you withdrew your hand from his under side. He anticipated a trip to the baby wipes, so his tiny whimper of surprise was all the more adorable when your warm tongue made contact with his skin instead. His eyes flew open, taking in the sight of you lapping up his semen.

His initial reaction was a gasp, which turned into a stunned silence as you pulled him in for a kiss mere seconds later, the taste of his own come mingling with yours on his tongue.

He eagerly swallowed everything you gave him, determined to prove he could handle it, just like he handled three of your fingers.

You pulled back, leaving a trail of saliva connecting the two of you, your mischievous glint hinting at the tease that was to come. "I should make you lick the seat clean," you said, your tone playful and unrepentant. Though he winced at the humiliation of the task, he couldn't deny the desire to submit to your whims.

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focusonkayjay · 2 months ago

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Wildly Wealthy Koreans (4); inspired by Crazy Rich Asians

Pairing: Jungkook x (f.) Reader

Genre/Tags: photographer/ filmmaker! jungkook, rich girl/ fashion designer! reader, established relationship, angst, fluff, smut

Series summary: When you invite your boyfriend, Jungkook, to accompany you to your brother's wedding in your hometown, Daegu, he’s overjoyed, eager to meet your family and experience a side of your life you’ve never shared with him. However, once he uncovers the truth about who you really are, he’s unable to grasp the full extent of your reality. The situation becomes even more complicated when a certain someone makes him feel profoundly unwelcome, leaving him to question not only your world, but also his place in it.

Disclaimer: This series is heavily inspired by the movie Crazy Rich Asians, with the storyline closely following the original film's plot. However, I wanted to reimagine it as a fanfiction, where Jungkook and OC take center stage as the main protagonists. While I’ve kept the core elements and themes from the movie, I’ve added my own touches here and there, such as altering certain character dynamics and incorporating a few original settings. Some scenes are directly inspired by the movie, and I’ve worked to recreate them in a way that it hopefully resonates with the fans of the movie. Hope you enjoy!!

Word Count: 10.8k+

Chapter Warnings: protected sex, fingering.

part 4

The morning sun softly filters through the curtains, casting a warm, golden hue across your room as you and Jungkook begin your preparations for the long day ahead of you guys.

The slight weight of last night still gnaws at Jungkook, but he tries not to think about it as he gets ready and for now, the focus shifts to the excitement of exploring Daegu with your brother, Taehyung and his fiancée, Miyeon.

You, on the other hand, are positively beaming, your excitement palpable as you finish drying your hair. Wrapped in your lilac satin bathrobe, fresh from the shower, you stand in front of the bathroom mirror, observing yourself.

As you focus on your skincare routine, you sense Jungkook entering the bathroom. His presence is familiar, warm, and comforting, but it always has the power to make your heart skip a beat.

His arms slide around your waist, pulling you gently against his chest. You feel his chin resting in the curve of your neck, his breath warm and steady against your skin. The closeness never fails to make your pulse quicken.

“I’m so excited.” you say, your voice light, almost giddy as you continue applying your moisturizer. Your movements are slow and fluid, the soft scent of your skincare products mixing with the feeling of him being so close. "Me too." he mutters. His chest presses against your back, the beat of his heart a soothing rhythm that matches yours.

Jungkook’s lips suddenly trail soft, lingering kisses along your neck, the sensation making you giggle as it tickles your skin. Your breath catches, but you can’t help leaning into him, offering him more access as his kisses grow gentler, more tender. You close your eyes for a moment, letting the warmth of his affection wash over you.

“You smell so good.” Jungkook murmurs against your skin, his voice low and intimate, as if it’s a secret meant only for you to hear. His words send a shiver down your spine, and despite the playful nature of his kiss, there’s a sincerity in his tone that makes your heart swell.

The rhythm of his kisses slows, each one lingering a little longer, pressing not just against your skin but deeper into your thoughts, leaving a warmth that seems to settle in your chest. As his lips part from your neck, he rests his chin on your shoulder again, his breath brushing against your collarbone.

Jungkook’s gaze shifts to the mirror, his dark eyes tracing the gentle curves of your face, the way your lips curl slightly as you focus on your skincare. There’s something tender in the way he observes you, as if he’s capturing this moment to keep forever.

A smile tugs at his lips, small but genuine, and he unconsciously pulls you closer, his arms tightening around your waist as though anchoring himself to you.

“You’re so beautiful.” he says softly. His voice carries a depth that makes you pause, meeting his eyes in the mirror. Your cheeks warm under his affectionate gaze, and you feel the weight of his emotions in those simple words, grounding you in his embrace.

You smile back at him through the reflection, reaching up to touch one of his hands around your waist. “You make me feel beautiful.” you reply, your voice just as soft, your heart swelling at how easy it feels to be vulnerable with him.

Soon enough, you and Jungkook finish getting ready, both opting for outfits that exude comfort yet style. You’re wearing a white midi dress, paired with a baby pink cardigan to keep you warm. Your hair falls naturally, framing your face, and your minimal accessories, a simple necklace and a pair of stud earrings.

Jungkook, on the other hand, is effortlessly cool in a pair of loose, distressed jeans and an oversized black T-shirt that drapes perfectly over his frame. The subtle graphic design on the shirt adds a hint of personality without being overwhelming, and the short sleeves expose the tattoos that snake up his arm. Paired with clean sneakers and his usual easygoing aura, he looks like he’s stepped out of a fashion editorial without even trying.

He's also carrying his camera, ready to capture every moment of the day. The thought of exploring Daegu, experiencing new adventures, and creating memories fills him with excitement. He wants to immortalize these moments, knowing they’ll be treasures he can revisit and cherish in the future.

As you lead Jungkook out of the house, the driveway comes into view, and you immediately spot Taehyung and Miyeon waiting in a sleek, open-top jeep. Its bold matte black finish gleams under the morning sun, and the large off-road tires give it an adventurous, rugged look.

Taehyung and Miyeon hoot in unison as soon as they spot you, their cheerful voices cutting through the stillness of the morning. They wave enthusiastically, their energy infectiously bright. Jungkook notices how different they appear compared to last night’s formal elegance.

Gone are the sharp suits and graceful gowns. Today, Taehyung sports a relaxed look with a sage green patterned short-sleeve shirt unbuttoned over a white tank top, paired with loose cargo pants and casual sandals. Miyeon is radiant in a flowy floral sundress, her hair pulled back into a carefree ponytail, and oversized sunglasses resting on her nose.

Their smiles are wider, their laughter lighter, and there’s an undeniable air of freedom around them, as if they’ve shed the polished sophistication of the previous evening and embraced their truest, most vibrant selves. Jungkook can’t help but admire the stark contrast, realizing that behind the poised personas they wore last night lies a carefree couple who revel in the simple joys of life.

“Finally!!!” Taehyung calls out, grinning mischievously as he leans against the driver's seat. “We were starting to think you two were going to keep us waiting all day!”

Miyeon laughs, waving you over. “Come on, we have so much to do today." she says. Jungkook chuckles softly, glancing at you. “They seem... a lot different from yesterday.”

You smile, squeezing his hand. “This is their true form.” you reply, as the both of you giggle, approaching the jeep. You open the door to the back seat and slide in while Jungkook takes his seat next to you.

As the jeep rumbles to life, Taehyung adjusts his sunglasses and gives the steering wheel a playful spin, earning an exaggerated eyeroll from Miyeon. You settle comfortably into the back seat, Jungkook’s hand resting warmly in yours.

“So, what’s the itinerary for today?” you ask, leaning forward slightly, your curiosity piqued as the jeep hums down the driveway and into the city.

Miyeon turns to glance at you, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Oh, we’ve got a packed day planned, so I hope you two are ready!” she begins, her enthusiasm almost contagious.

“First, we’re heading to the Daegu Art Museum. They’ve got this incredible contemporary art exhibit on display right now, and I thought it’d be the perfect way to ease into the day.”

Taehyung cuts in with a grin, momentarily looking at her before turning his attention back to the road. “And there’s this cute little café right next door with pastries that are chef’s kiss. I’ve been daydreaming about their croissants all week.” he smiles.

Miyeon rolls her eyes playfully. “Of course, someone’s more excited about the food than the art.” Jungkook chuckles from beside you, his camera resting on his lap as he mentally prepares to capture the day’s highlights.

“After that...” Miyeon continues, her voice lifting with anticipation, “We’re heading to the aquarium. Jungkook, you’re going to love it there. They’ve got an interactive touch pool where you can pet rays, and the jellyfish exhibit? It’s like stepping into a... dream.”

“That sounds amazing... wow.” Jungkook murmurs, already envisioning the tranquil glow of jellyfish floating gracefully in their tanks.

Miyeon’s excitement peaks. “And it only gets better!” she exclaims, turning in her seat to face you both. “Next stop, E-World theme park. And...you’ll love this, Jungkook.. we’re renting school uniforms! The three of us used to do that a lot when we were in university.” Her bright grin is met with yours and Taehyung's knowing laugh.

Jungkook raises an eyebrow, intrigued. “School uniforms? At a theme park?” The concept is new to him, and he leans forward, curious.

“Yes!” Taehyung interjects, a broad grin lighting up his face. “It’s a thing here... makes us feel like carefree high schoolers again. It’s silly, but it’s so much fun.”

“It might sound cheesy...” you chime in, nudging Jungkook gently, “But trust me, it’s an experience. And, you’ll look adorable.” you wink. His shy smile in response sends warmth through you. “Well then, I guess I’ll have to trust you on that one.” he teases.

“After the theme park...” Miyeon continues. “We’re heading to this restaurant nearby that my uncle owns. They make the best bibimbap you’ll ever have.”

“Oh my god, I’ve missed that place!” you exclaim, recalling how you and Miyeon used to frequent it after school, sharing plates of gimbap and dumplings while gossiping about your days.

“And for the grand finale...” Taehyung announces with a sense of pride. “We’re heading to the beach. Our family’s beach house is right there, so we’ll end the day by the water, watch the sunset, and stay the night.”

Your eyes widen in delight at the mention of the beach house, fond memories flooding back. “Oh my god, that sounds perfect. It’s been ages since I’ve been to the beach house.”

Miyeon beams, her excitement matching yours. “Right? Remember how you, me and Tae used to play hide and seek with your cousins, Joon and Jin??”

You nod, a warmth spreading through your chest as you think back to those carefree weekends, the sound of laughter mingling with the rhythmic crash of the waves. “And do you remember that one time Taehyung threw that huge party while we were in high school? Your parents found all the alcohol bottles the next morning and grounded him for a week!” Miyeon adds, bursting into laughter and clutching her stomach as the memory plays out vividly in her mind.

“Oh my god, yes! That was legendary! I still remember his face when mom stormed into the house holding that bottle of vodka he had hidden by the fire place like it was some evidence from a crime scene.” you recall, laughing.

Taehyung groans dramatically, shaking his head as a sheepish grin creeps across his face. “Okay, in my defense, I didn’t think mom and dad would be back until the next week! And besides, it wasn’t even my idea to bring alcohol... it was Joon’s!”

“Sure sure, blame it on Joon.” you tease, smirking at him. “But you were the one who decided to stash some bottles right under the deck where dad always went to smoke... you were basically digging your own grave.” you say and Miyeon agrees.

Taehyung chuckles, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah, okay, that part was my bad. Slightly tragic at the time, but looking back... it is kind of funny.” he says, fixing his sunglasses on the bridge of his nose as he continues driving.

“Kind of?” Miyeon echoes, wiping a tear from her eye as her laughter subsides. “Baby, it was hilarious. The best part was you spending the entire week sulking while your mom made you clean the house from top to bottom.”

Jungkook, quietly listening to the exchange, grins at the camaraderie between you all. “Sounds like the beach house has a ton of memories.”

“Oh, you’ve got no idea.” you say with a laugh, squeezing Jungkook’s hand. “We went there, literally any chance we got. Sometimes just our family or sometimes with our cousins or some of our friends." you explain. "But I’m sure by tonight... you’ll have your own stories to add to the mix.” you add, grinning.

Taehyung glances at the rearview mirror, catching Jungkook’s amused expression. “Just as long as you don’t stash anything under the deck, you’ll be fine.” he jokes, earning a fresh wave of laughter from everyone.

Jungkook leans back, his gaze shifting between you and the cheerful couple up front. “Well, I can't wait.” he says, his smile growing as he turns to look at you. You grin, leaning closer to him. “I can’t wait either!” you say, shimmying your shoulders playfully. Jungkook laughs, finding your energy irresistibly endearing.

The day unfolds with Taehyung expertly navigating the bustling streets of Daegu, the morning sun casting a warm glow over the cityscape.

There’s an air of anticipation in the jeep, laughter spilling freely as Miyeon teases Taehyung about his questionable sense of direction, which he adamantly defends. Jungkook, seated beside you, fiddles with his camera, his fingers itching to start documenting the day.

At the Daegu Art Museum, the group is immediately immersed in the tranquil beauty of the exhibits. The contemporary collection is striking, each piece inviting interpretation. Jungkook, however, finds himself more captivated by the group than the art.

His camera clicks softly as he captures a candid shot of Miyeon leaning against Taehyung, her expression alight with curiosity as he dramatically interprets an abstract painting. Another snap catches you standing near a minimalist sculpture, your head tilted in quiet contemplation, the sunlight streaming through the museum’s large windows creating a halo around you.

“Caught you.” he whispers with a playful smirk when you notice the camera pointed at you. You roll your eyes but smile, leaning slightly into his frame as he snaps another shot.

The visit ends with a trip to the café that Taehyung had mentioned, the aroma of freshly baked pastries beckoning them inside. Taehyung gleefully orders a tray full of treats, and Jungkook doesn’t hold back either, his plate stacked with croissants, tarts, and a rich chocolate éclair.

“This is heaven.” he mutters through a mouthful, his eyes gleaming with delight. You nudge him with a laugh as he reaches for yet another pastry, his appetite seemingly endless.

The aquarium is a stark but enchanting contrast to the museum. As they step into the dimly lit space, Jungkook is immediately drawn to the serene beauty of the jellyfish exhibit. The creatures drift gracefully in glowing tanks, their delicate forms illuminated in hues of blue and pink.

“They look like they’re floating in space.” he murmurs, his camera raised to capture the ethereal scene. His voice carries a quiet reverence that makes you smile.

Miyeon and Taehyung are already at the touch pool, their laughter ringing out as they tentatively pet a ray gliding beneath their fingers. You drag Jungkook over, and though he hesitates at first, his cautious touch quickly turns into an exhilarated laugh when the ray’s smooth skin brushes against his hand. “I think it likes you.” you tease, earning a playful nudge from him.

The E-World Theme Park is next, and the group wastes no time renting school uniforms to fully embrace the whimsical spirit of the day. In the changing room, Jungkook adjusts the blazer over his crisp white shirt, feeling both amused and oddly nostalgic.

When you step out in your uniform, a pleated skirt, a neatly tucked blouse, and a navy ribbon tie, his breath catches for a moment. You twirl with a grin, the skirt flaring slightly, and he can’t help but think about how adorable you must have looked back in your high school days.

“Is this how you looked back then?” he asks softly, his gaze warm. You laugh, tugging playfully at the hem of your skirt. “Something like this, but way less put together.” Jungkook smiles, his eyes lingering on you. “You look... perfect.” he admits.

Taehyung bursts out of the dressing room, dramatically flipping his blazer like a cape. “We’re officially high schoolers again! Let’s relive our glory days!” he exclaims and Miyeon playfully rolls her eyes once she spots her man acting like a child.

The park is a whirlwind of excitement. The four of you tackle roller coasters, shrieking as they plummet down steep drops, and Taehyung wins a giant stuffed bear at a ring toss game, which Miyeon promptly claims as hers.

Jungkook’s camera is always ready, snapping a shot of you mid-laugh on the bumper cars, Miyeon feeding Taehyung a piece of cotton candy, and even a self-timer group photo with everyone posing cutely in front of the carousel.

Soon you find yourselves near the ferris wheel. You and Jungkook share a gondola, the city sprawling below bathed in the bright sunlight. He turns his camera to you, capturing a candid shot as you gaze out at the view, your hair gently tousled by the breeze.

When you notice, you nudge his arm with a teasing smile. “Caught me again?” you ask. He grins, lowering the camera. “Couldn’t help it. You’re just... breathtaking.”

Once you guys reach the beach after a hearty lunch at the restaurant Miyeon's uncle owned, the sound of the waves is rhythmic and soothing, the orange sun hovering over the ocean casting its reflection across the water like a painting come to life. The moment feels surreal, the kind of serenity that makes you want to pause time.

After some playful banter and fooling around on the shore, Taehyung claps his hands together. “Let me grab a few blankets so we can sit and watch the sunset.” he suggests. “I’ll help!” you chime, skipping after him towards the beach house that isn't far away from the beach, the two of you leaving Miyeon and Jungkook alone by the water.

Jungkook stands barefoot on the cool sand, the tiny grains rough but grounding beneath his feet, anchoring him to this serene moment. His camera dangles loosely around his neck, as he holds it, contemplating whether to capture this stunning view or let it remain untouched, a memory etched only in his mind.

Beside him, Miyeon hugs her arms around herself, the salty ocean breeze tousling her hair as it carries the faint scent of the sea. “So... how was your day?” she asks, her voice breaking the tranquil silence. Her tone is casual, but there’s a softness to it, a genuine curiosity.

Jungkook tears his gaze from the horizon to glance at her. There’s a faint smile tugging at his lips, one that reaches his eyes. “It was... amazing.” he replies, his voice low and sincere. “More than just amazing.”

Miyeon nods thoughtfully, a knowing smile gracing her face. She looks back at the waves, the way they lap against the shore in a rhythmic pattern. After a brief pause, she turns to him again, her expression gentle but serious. “I’m so glad Y/N has someone like you by her side.” she says, her words careful and heartfelt.

Jungkook blinks, caught off guard by the sudden depth of the conversation. A warmth spreads through his chest, not unlike the glow of the setting sun. “That means a lot.” he murmurs, his voice steady but laced with emotion.

“Honestly... it’s been a long time since I’ve seen her like this.” Miyeon continues, her voice tinged with a quiet fondness. “So free, so happy, so... content. You know, I’ve known her for years, seen her navigate through various relationships. She’s been with guys who were kind, others who weren’t so kind... but none of them... none of them... made her smile the way like you do.”

Jungkook feels his heart clench, her words landing heavily yet sweetly. A soft, almost bashful smile curves his lips. “She makes me feel the same way.” he admits. “Like I’ve found something I didn’t even know I was looking for.”

Miyeon watches him closely, her gaze assessing but kind. “I know this world... like this society... her family... they might feel a bit... different to you.” she says after a moment, her tone shifting slightly. “It’s not always easy. The way things work around here, the way people talk... there’s gossip, judgement, expectations, a lot of noise. It can be overwhelming.”

Jungkook tilts his head, his brows knitting together slightly as he absorbs her words.

“But...” Miyeon continues, her voice softer now, her smile reassuring, “I hope you hang in there. It’s going to be hard sometimes. It might even feel like too much. But in the end, it’ll all be worth it, because I know Y/N thinks the world of you. And... I can see why.”

Her words settle over him like the ocean breeze, warm and steadying. Jungkook looks at her, his gaze earnest. “Thank you.” he says quietly, his voice carrying the weight of his gratitude. “For saying that. For trusting me with her. I promise I’ll do everything I can to make her happy... always.”

Miyeon’s smile widens, and there’s a twinkle of approval in her eyes. “That’s all I needed to hear.”

For a moment, they stand there in companionable silence, both of them gazing out at the horizon as the sun sinks lower, dipping closer to the water. There’s an unspoken understanding between them now, a connection forged in their shared care for the same person. It’s not just words... they both feel the gravity of this conversation, the weight of the promises Jungkook silently makes to himself as much as to Miyeon.

And in that golden, fleeting moment, Jungkook lets out a small breath, feeling more resolute than ever, his heart full as he watches the scenery in front of him.

"We're hereeee!" you sing cheerfully, your voice carrying over the rhythmic crashing of the waves as you approach Jungkook with a soft blanket draped over your arms. Taehyung trails behind you, balancing another blanket and a small basket filled with snacks.

Together, the two of you spread the blankets across the cool sand, smoothing out any wrinkles as the orange hues of the setting sun paint the world in warm, dreamy tones.

The four of you settle down together, side by side, with the endless expanse of the ocean stretching before you. The sight is breathtaking as the sun dips lower, casting golden ripples across the water, while the breeze carries the faint scent of salt and the distant call of seabirds. It’s as if the world itself has paused to revel in the beauty of the moment.

“This is... incredible.” Jungkook murmurs, his voice low, almost reverent. He sits with his knees drawn up, his arms resting casually atop them, his eyes glued to the horizon. He looks peaceful, his sharp features softened by the warm light.

“I knew you’d love it.” you say, leaning slightly into him, feeling the calm settle deep into your bones as your head rests against his shoulder. “The sunsets here never disappoint.”

The laughter is easy, and the conversation flows effortlessly as the sun continues its descent. Time seems to stretch and condense all at once, and before long, the golden hues fade into dusky pinks and soft purples, the first stars twinkling faintly above.

When darkness finally settles over the beach, the four of you decide it’s time to head inside. With the blankets folded and snacks tucked back into the basket, you rise to your feet. Jungkook brushes the sand off his jeans, his gaze lingering on the ocean for just a moment longer before turning to follow the group.

As you approach the beach house, Jungkook slows his steps, his eyes widening slightly as he takes in the sight before him. The mansion stands tall and proud, its sleek white facade glowing faintly under the moonlight.

Floor-to-ceiling windows offer glimpses of the warm, inviting interiors, while the soft hum of ocean waves behind, adds a touch of serenity to its grandeur. It’s luxurious yet somehow intimate, a perfect blend of opulence and comfort.

“This place is... wow.” Jungkook mutters, his voice tinged with awe. “It’s home.” Taehyung says with a shrug as he steps ahead to unlock the front door. “Well, our getaway home.”

“Show-off.” Miyeon teases, bumping his shoulder as they step inside. Jungkook chuckles with you as the two of you walk in as well.

“Anyways... I’m gonna be cooking!” Taehyung announces as he kicks off his shoes and strides towards the huge open kitchen. Miyeon raises an eyebrow, following him. “Cooking? Or burning down the house? Let’s be honest here.”

“Excuse me.” Taehyung counters, dramatically placing a hand on his chest. “I am a man of culinary talent. You’re about to witness greatness.”

“Oh, I’m terrified.” she deadpans, but there’s a playful glint in her eyes as she moves to help him anyway. You watch them for a moment, a smile tugging at your lips. Then, turning to Jungkook, you grab his hand. “We’ll go freshen up.” you say, tugging him towards the staircase.

Jungkook follows without protest, his gaze flitting between the elegant interior decor... polished wood floors, soft, ambient lighting, and walls adorned with tasteful artwork and family photos. “This place feels like it belongs in a magazine.” he murmurs as you lead him upstairs.

“It’s nice, right?” you reply with a grin, pushing open the door to one of the guest rooms. The room is cozy yet sophisticated, with large windows offering a stunning view of the moonlit ocean. You turn to face him, your smile softening. “Make yourself at home. This is going to be our room for tonight.”

Jungkook sets his camera down, his eyes scanning the space before settling on you. “It’s perfect.” he says simply, and the warmth in his tone makes your heart flutter. “Yes.” you agree with a smile, grabbing a towel from a nearby closet. “Now, go freshen up. You’ve got sand everywhere.” you say. He chuckles, shaking his head as he grabs the towel and presses a swift kiss on your cheek. “Yes, ma’am.”

Once both of you finish freshening up, you head downstairs hand in hand, the light hum of voices and clattering utensils drawing you towards the kitchen. The moment you step inside, however, you can’t help but gape at the chaotic sight before you. Flour dusts the countertops, vegetable peels are scattered across the cutting board, and an unwashed pot sits precariously in the sink.

"Tae..." you groan, running a hand through your hair. “What on earth happened here?” you ask, looking around with wide eyes. Taehyung spins around, a sheepish grin plastered on his face as he holds up a spatula like a weapon of defense. “Creative process.” he declares with an exaggerated flourish.

Miyeon stands beside him with her arms crossed and an unimpressed look on her face. “He calls it cooking. I call it disaster art.” She says, shaking her head. Jungkook chuckles beside you, stepping further into the kitchen. “Looks like you need some backup.” he laughs.

Despite the mess, Taehyung manages to pull it all together with everyone’s help. Miyeon takes over the salad, Jungkook expertly handles grilling the bread and meat, and you focus on setting the table. Laughter fills the air as Taehyung insists his sauce recipe is “family famous" while Miyeon claims she’s never once seen him use it before.

Eventually, the chaos subsides, and the kitchen smells divine. You all step back to admire the dishes laid out on the table... steaming pasta, a crisp garden salad, grilled meat, garlic bread and a bottle of red wine that Taehyung proudly uncorks. The dining room is just as dreamy as the rest of the beach house, with large windows framing the ocean in the distance.

Dinner begins, and the atmosphere is light and cheerful. Conversation flows effortlessly, with Miyeon and Taehyung throwing playful jabs at each other, their chemistry contagious. Jungkook, usually guarded in such settings, surprises you by opening up more than you’d expected.

He talks about his life in New York, recounting funny anecdotes about his university days and how Yoongi had been his unlikely but steadfast guide and best friend back then.

“And then...” Jungkook says, chuckling as he leans back in his chair. “Yoongi told me to ditch the midterm and come to his band’s underground gig. That was the first time I ever heard him rap live and he was fucking incredible.”

“Damn.. Yoongi sure is one of a kind.” you say, smiling at him as he speaks. His enthusiasm is infectious, and your heart swells as you watch him completely at ease.

As the night progresses, the conversation shifts. Taehyung leans back, swirling the last bit of wine in his glass. “By the way, my cousins and friends are hosting this insane cruise party for my bachelor party next week. You should totally come, Jungkook.”

Miyeon nods enthusiastically. “Oh my god, yes and I’ll be taking Y/N and my girls to Jeju island for my bachelorette party on the same day. So, you two will have to separate for a while, but trust me Jungkook, you're gonna have an amazing time.”

Jungkook looks at you, his gaze steady but searching, like he’s silently asking for reassurance. The kindness and warmth radiating from Taehyung and Miyeon overwhelms him, though not unpleasantly so. You give his hand a gentle squeeze under the table, your fingers intertwined. Your soft smile is all the encouragement he needs.

He returns the smile, his dimples peeking through as he turns to the couple. “That sounds amazing... I'll definitely come along, thank you so much for inviting me.” he says earnestly.

The wine bottle sits empty on the table, and the laughter that once echoed through the house has softened into a cozy silence. The night carries a palpable sense of contentment, the kind that comes after hours of connection, shared stories, and easy companionship.

As Taehyung and Miyeon bid you goodnight, their faces glowing with joy, you watch them disappear into their room, their quiet murmurs fading into the background.

Jungkook’s hand finds its way to the small of your back as you turn towards the staircase, his touch steadying you a bit. You glance up at him, your eyes meeting his, and you can’t help but smile... a tired, genuine smile that speaks of how full your heart feels. He mirrors it and together you begin your ascent to the guest room.

The house is quiet now, save for the occasional creak of the wooden stairs and the distant whisper of the ocean beyond the windows. You’re a little light-headed, not quite from the wine but from the overwhelming warmth of the day. Each step feels like you’re carrying the weight of the happiness you’ve collected, and it’s a weight you don’t mind at all.

Jungkook keeps his pace slow, matching yours as if sensing your dazed state. “You good?” he murmurs, his voice soft and low in the stillness. “More than good.” you reply, your words slightly slurred with exhaustion but laced with sincerity. “Today was… perfect.”

“Yeah, it really was.” he agrees, his lips curving into a small smile as he watches you. There’s something tender in his gaze, something that feels like home.

Reaching your room, you push the door open and immediately throw yourself onto the bed, sprawling out with an exaggerated sigh of relief. “Finally.” you mumble, arms spread wide as if you’re trying to take up the entire mattress.

Jungkook closes the door behind him, watching you with a fond smile that slowly morphs into mischief. “You look way too comfortable.” he teases.

Before you can even respond, he lunges forward, jumping onto the bed with enough force to make the mattress bounce. You yelp in surprise, laughter spilling out of you as his weight settles over you, warm and solid.

He rests his head on your chest, nuzzling closer like a content cat. The gesture is so tender and unguarded that your laughter softens into a smile, your fingers instinctively finding their way to his hair.

“You’re such a baby.” you mutter, running your fingers through his soft, dark strands and gently patting his head. “And you’re my favorite pillow.” he mumbles, his voice muffled against your shirt.

The room is dimly lit, the sound of the ocean faintly audible through one of the open windows. The cool breeze carries the salty scent of the sea, but all you can focus on is the warmth radiating from Jungkook as he clings to you. His arms wrap snugly under your waist, and you feel his breaths even out as he starts to relax, his day catching up to him.

“You’re heavy.” you complain half-heartedly, though there’s no real protest in your tone. “I’m perfectly comfortable.” he retorts, looking up at you with a playful pout. “Plus, you’re the one who hugged me first.” You laugh softly, shaking your head as you lean forward and peck his lips. “Fine, I’ll allow it.”

He chuckles softly, the sound rumbling against your chest as he rests his head back against you. The room falls into a peaceful silence, the kind that only comes when two souls are completely at ease with one another. As you bask in each other’s warmth, Jungkook suddenly breaks the quiet, his voice gentle. “So… bachelor party, huh?”

You smile, continuing to run your fingers through his hair in soothing strokes. “Mhmmm.” you hum. “I guess the guys have something chill planned for the cruise.” you add.

Jungkook lifts his head again, resting his chin on your chest to look at you with skeptical amusement. “Chill? Baby, your definition of chill might just be very different from mine. I’m imagining a massive, over-the-top cruise with a DJ, crazy lights, and maybe even fireworks.” he teases, his grin boyish.

You laugh, the sound bubbling out as you shake your head. “Okay, fine, it might be a little extravagant. But seriously, if you feel uncomfortable or overwhelmed, you don’t have to go. I can always stay back with you. I really don’t mind.”

At this, Jungkook slowly lifts himself with his elbows, looking down at you. His gaze is filled with a mixture of gratitude and fondness, making your heart squeeze. “No, baby.” he says softly but firmly, his voice filled with conviction.

“Never. I’m so glad your brother invited me. Honestly, I was nervous, especially yesterday. I kept overthinking that he might not like me or think I wasn’t good enough for you. But Taehyung and Miyeon? They’ve both been so kind, so welcoming. It sure is… overwhelming, but in the best way possible.” He pauses, his fingers reaching out to softly brush your hair away from your face. “I’m honestly so happy to be here. With them... and especially with you.”

Your chest tightens with emotion, the sincerity in his voice wrapping around you like a blanket. “I’m glad.” you whisper, reaching up to cup his face, your thumb brushing over the curve of his chin. “Because... I can tell they love you already. And so do I.”

Jungkook leans down, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering as if to seal the moment. “I love you too.” he murmurs softly against your skin, the warmth of his words wrapping around you like a blanket.

As he slowly pulls away, your gaze meets his, the world fading until all that exists are his deep, expressive eyes. Your attention flickers to his lips, a spark igniting within you. Gently, your fingers trail to the nape of his neck, tugging him closer with a quiet urgency. Closing the space between you, you press a soft, lingering kiss to his lips, the moment steeped in tenderness and unspoken emotion.

Jungkook loses himself in the kiss, a content sigh escaping his lips as he presses closer, his body melting against yours. His weight feels comforting, as if he belongs right there in your embrace. Your arms instinctively wrap around him, holding him close.

The kiss deepens naturally, his lips moving in perfect rhythm with yours, filled with affection and desire. When his tongue softly brushes against your lips, seeking entrance, you welcome him, the intimacy drawing you both deeper into the moment. His touch is gentle yet electrifying, every movement a testament to the connection you share.

His hand finds your waist, fingers pressing gently as he continues kissing you with fervor. When you pull away for a brief moment, both of you catching your breath, Jungkook's gaze lingers on you. He takes in the sight of your dazed state... your swollen lips, your flushed cheeks, and the way your chest rises and falls with each breath.

A soft smirk plays on his lips as he shifts his weight. Still keeping you beneath him, he sits back on his knees and, in one smooth motion, pulls off his shirt, tossing it to the floor. The sight leaves you momentarily speechless. The soft glow of the room highlights every curve and dip of his toned torso, his skin kissed by faint shadows.

Your eyes can’t help but follow the intricate trail of tattoos that snake down his shoulder and arm, each detail drawing you in further. No matter how many times you see him like this, you always think his body is literal art, raw and captivating, and you feel the warmth rise in your cheeks as you bite your lip at the sight. The playful glint in his eyes suggests he notices your reaction, and it only makes your heart race faster.

He shifts, getting off you with an effortless grace as he begins slipping out of his pants. The sound of fabric rustling fills the room, and you take it as your cue to rise from the bed and start undressing yourself as well.

Once you’re completely bare, Jungkook’s eyes roam over your form, his gaze darkening with raw admiration and longing. You can feel the intensity in the way he looks at you, like you’re the only thing that exists in this moment. The faint rise and fall of his chest mirrors the rhythm of your own unsteady breaths.

The way your eyes meet his, vulnerable yet filled with desire, sends a shiver down his spine. He lets out a low, shaky breath, his lips curving into the faintest of smiles, almost reverent.

Stepping closer to the bed, each step laden with anticipation, Jungkook’s eyes never leave yours. He climbs onto the mattress with fluid grace, his presence overwhelming in the most intoxicating way. Hovering over you, he gently urges you to lean back until you’re resting against the soft sheets. His body settles perfectly between your legs, the weight of him sending your senses into overdrive.

You’re enveloped by his warmth, the firm press of his chest against your breasts, igniting a slow burn that spreads through you. He captures your lips in a kiss that’s deeper this time... hot, messy, and unrestrained. The languid slide of his tongue against yours sends shivers down your spine, the intensity of it leaving no room for anything else but the two of you and this moment.

Letting go of your lips, he trails a path of kisses down from the curve of your throat, over the slope of your chest until he reaches the swell of your breasts. He claims them as his with suckling and teasing bites, eliciting a soft moan from you. A flush blooms over your skin from the sensation, making you tingle all the way to your toes.

He lavishes the same attention to your other breast, teasing and marking you as you squirm under him, the friction of his body between your thighs sending hot sparks through your nerves. As he hears the sounds that escape you, his lips return to yours, like he misses them.

He kisses you deeper, his tongue sweeping and curling against yours as you run your hands up the taut muscles of his back and into his hair. Your fingertips thread through his silky strands, pulling gently at the roots.

Jungkook lets out a low growl against your lips, the vibrations of it sending another rush of arousal to your core. He rolls his hips slowly, grinding against you, the hard length of his shaft pressing against your wet folds. The sweet pressure of it makes you arch against him, moaning into his mouth.

You feel so alive, the pleasure of his touch making your body sing. Every brush of his fingers, every sweep of his tongue, every press of his lips sets your nerves on fire.

You’re hyperaware of him, in the way his muscles tense beneath your hands, the way his hips rock against yours, the way he groans against your mouth as he grinds between your legs. You know the moment he reaches his limits when his kisses turn desperate and rough, his body trembling with the effort to keep himself from taking you right then.

You feel like you’re melting into him, your body molding into his, fitting against him like the missing piece of a puzzle. His hands map every inch of your body, his fingertips tracing your skin with reverence, making you shiver beneath his touch. His chest heaves against yours, his breaths growing harsher with every kiss, with every shift of his hips.

And then Jungkook pulls you up suddenly, and you find yourself straddling him as he settles back on the mattress. Your hands slide down his chest, over the hills and valleys of his torso, his muscles jumping under your fingertips. Your fingers dance down the length of his abs to wrap around his hardened length.

Jungkook groans at the feel of your hand around him, his hips jerking up as you softly stroke his member, your lips still melting with his. His arms circle around your back to support you, one hand resting against your nape as they reach your hair at the back of your head, tilting you to deepen the kiss, his fingers digging into your scalp.

You break away from the kiss, panting heavily, and he trails his lips down the column of your throat. He licks and kisses the sensitive skin over your pulse, murmuring sweet nothings that you can't quite decipher at the moment.

Your hands continue to stroke his shaft, and his hips buck up against your touch, seeking more. Your eyes open slowly as you enjoy the sensation, and as you tilt your head back, your gaze falls upon the enormous floor to ceiling windows by the wall.

As you observe the scene ahead, you watch the inky blackness of the night sky stretching above the endless expanse of the ocean that glimmers like diamonds under the light of the moon. The sight of it makes something stir in you, and you bite your lips as an idea sparks up in your mind.

"Kook…" you manage to mumble softly, as your breath hitches at the feel of his teeth nipping at your skin. He's too immersed in what he's doing to hear you. You call out for him again, louder this time. "Kook…" you say and he hums against your skin, still marking you.

"Fuck me… fuck me against the windows." You breathe out, your words low and sultry, husky with arousal. Jungkook's eyes snap to yours, his pupils blown wide. He sucks in a sharp breath, his nostrils flaring. "Fuck…" he mutters as his hips thrust up hard into your hand as he hears your request, struggling to regain his control.

He's quick to move, though, catching you off guard as he flips you onto the mattress with ease, your back now pressed against the soft sheets again. The sudden shift leaves you breathless, your hands slipping away from him in surprise.

His gaze is steady, his movements purposeful as he leans over the edge of the bed. Reaching for the discarded pants on the floor, he retrieves his wallet from the pocket. The rustle of fabric fills the quiet room as he pulls out a condom, his eyes flicking back to you. The intensity in his expression makes your heart race, a mix of tenderness and raw desire that has your pulse thrumming in anticipation.

You watch him with rapt attention, the way his fingers move with ease as he slides the condom onto his length. He's hard, his dick a deliciously heavy weight in his hands as he looks back up at you, the tip of him glistening.

Once he's done, he reaches for you, a small smirk on his lips as your eyes widen, wondering what he's about to do. Your heart leaps into your throat as he lifts you with ease, your legs wrapping automatically around his waist to keep yourself secure.

The feeling of his hands on your bare skin makes you shiver, goosebumps peppering your flesh. His grip tightens on you, fingers digging into your thighs as you wrap your arms around the back of his neck.

You're barely settled before he moves, swift and silent as he crosses the room with you in his arms. The cold glass against your back makes you gasp, your eyes wide as Jungkook presses his lips against yours.

You arch into him, pressing yourself as close as possible as you meet his kisses with fervent eagerness, your lips opening up for his tongue to slide in. You moan into the kiss, your hips rocking gently against him. Jungkook groans in response, the vibrations of the sound against your mouth sending shivers down your spine.

You're so lost in the feeling of his mouth against yours that you barely feel him let go of your thighs before your feet hit the floor. He holds you for a moment, making sure you're steady.

A whimper escapes your mouth when he lets go of you entirely, but the feeling is short-lived. The chill of the glass against your skin makes you gasp as Jungkook swiftly turns you against the window, your breasts pressing against the glass as your head tilts to the side.

He presses his chest against your back as he dips his head to trail wet kisses on your shoulder, his lips warm against your skin, and you moan softly, pushing yourself against him, dying to feel more of him. You hear him chuckle before his teeth nips the sensitive spot below your ear, sending shivers coursing through you. His hands skim over your stomach and hips before one slides between your legs, his warm palm pressing against your wet folds.

You moan, pushing back against him, rubbing yourself against his erection with your ass as his hand continues to press against you. Your own fingers curl against the glass, your mind hazy with the feeling of him like this.

Jungkook's other hand slides around your torso, teasing the underside of your breast with his fingertips before slipping underneath. He cups you gently in his palm, his thumb flicking against your nipple, sending a wave of pleasure through you.

"Kook…" you murmur, the sensation driving you insane. He groans softly, the sound vibrating against the back of your neck. You can feel the heat of his mouth on your skin as he trails it lower to your shoulder and your back. His teeth nip against your skin, and his hand presses harder against your wetness, the pressure sending ripples through your body.

You arch into his touch, your body so desperate for him as you feel him move his fingers against your core. He spreads you apart with his fingers, his palm still pressed against your clit.

You're so wet that you can feel your juices slightly dripping down your inner thighs as he moves his fingers against you, pressing and rubbing in slow circles. He teases you with leisure movements, your gasps filling the room as he massages you.

"I love how wet you get for me." He whispers into your ear and you moan in response, feeling him push you harder against the window. The feeling of his hot breath against your skin and the coldness of the glass, sends a shiver through your body as his other hand grips your breast harder, thumb flicking over your nipple once more.

His other hand continues to rub against your swollen clit, sending waves of pleasure through your body with each passing second. He gradually presses a finger against your opening, your legs trembling at the feeling before he carefully pushes it inside. You gasp as his finger slides deeper into you, your body tightening around him instinctively.

He hums softly, as he feels you throw your head back against his shoulder while he starts to move his finger, pumping it in and out of you. Your fingers curl harder against the glass as you arch into his touch, pushing against his hand with your hips. You let out a soft moan as his thumb rubs against your clit, sending shivers through you.

"Baby..." you pant, your head resting against the window again, your breath misting on the glass as he moves faster, his digits spreading you apart to slide deeper inside you as he pushes in two more fingers. You feel the cold glass on your breasts and stomach, and the heat of his body against your back. His hand on your waist tightens, his fingers digging into you as he slides his fingers into you again and again, his thumb violently rubbing against your swollen clit.

Your legs tremble as your orgasm approaches, hitting you like a tsunami as you struggle to stand straight. He chuckles from behind you and carefully pulls his fingers out as your head drops against the cold glass once more. "Look at me…" he whispers as he turns you around to face him, your chest still heaving as you struggle to catch your breath. His eyes run over your flushed face, your flushed cheeks and quivering lips.

"You're... so perfect." He coos as he reaches out to brush your hair away from your sweaty forehead. He gazes down at your swollen lips and kisses them softly, feeling you lean into him, your hands running over his arms as you rest them on his shoulders. He runs his hands down your torso and lifts you up, catching you by the thighs and making your legs wrap around his waist again.

You gasp, feeling his hot length pressing against you. His eyes darken as he looks up at you, watching you bite your lip, your nails digging harder into his skin. "Fuck… " He murmurs softly as he pulls you closer, his cock pressing against your entrance. You bite your lip, whimpering at the feeling, your heart pounding in your chest as you feel him rubbing it against you.

His fingers grip your waist tighter, pushing you back against the glass. Your breath hitches as he uses the opportunity to slide into you, instantly groaning at the feeling of you around him. "Oh..." he moans, closing his eyes as he takes a few seconds to enjoy the warmth around his length.

He holds you there for a moment, before opening his eyes again. They flick to yours, watching as he pushes himself deeper into you, feeling you moan at the way he stretches you out. "This what you wanted baby?" He whispers against your lips as he begins moving himself in and out of you, his pace gradually increasing.

Your back squeakily rubs against the window as he fucks you, your moans uncontrollable. You try to hold yourself back, worried Taehyung and Miyeon might hear you from downstairs, but the way he's making you feel right now doesn't let you think straight.

"This... This is what you wanted baby? For me to... for me to fuck you against these... these windows?" you hear him ask between thrusts as he slams himself into you over and over again, each time harder than the last.

You nod, closing your eyes as you try to catch your breath when he picks up his pace. "I... I love you... fuck." he grunts, catching your lips in a messy kiss as his hand expertly reaches between you, rubbing at your clit in quick circles.

The sensation is utterly overwhelming, pleasure surging through your veins in ways you never imagined possible. Every touch, every movement, every way he claims you as his feels almost otherworldly... a divine symphony of passion and connection.

Your head spins, a haze of ecstasy clouding your thoughts as you surrender completely to the moment. You let the bliss wash over you, allowing it to consume every part of you, leaving no room for anything but the pure, unbridled intensity of him inside you.

He suddenly moves away from the windows, his gaze locked on yours while his member still resides inside you. The cool sheets meet your back as he lays you down on the edge of the bed. Continuing his thrusts, you feel his length twitch inside you, indicating that he's very close.

Your fingers curl tightly around the sheets beside you as a wave of pleasure washes over you, your body responding instinctively to his. Jungkook groans deeply, his voice raw and breathless, the sound igniting something primal within you.

His movements become more erratic, each thrust deeper and harder, the intensity building between you. The rhythmic sound of your bodies meeting fills the room, as both of you chase your highs.

Your second orgasm washes over you just like the waves crashing against the shore outside and you clench around his length, sending him over the edge as he feels his release spill into the condom between thrusts.

A loud gasp escapes his lips as he falls on top of you once he's done chasing his high, breathing heavily as he basks in the lingering euphoria. His body feels warm and weightless, every nerve still alive with the aftershocks of pleasure. He carefully pulls out of you, shifting his body to lay on the bed, right beside you.

The room is quiet except for the soft sound of your mingled breaths, a serene stillness settling over the both of you. "That was..." you breathe out, your voice laced with exhaustion and lingering bliss, your gaze fixed on the ceiling.

"Amazing." he finishes for you, a soft, contented smile gracing his lips as he turns his head to look at you. His dark eyes hold a glimmer of affection and satisfaction, his arm instinctively reaching to hold you. He pulls you closer as you turn your head to meet his gaze, a small, sleepy smile tugging at your lips. "You're amazing." you murmur, your voice filled with sincerity.

He chuckles softly, the sound low and warm, his voice carrying a tenderness that makes your chest ache in the best way. Leaning forward, he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. "You’re not so bad yourself." he teases.

You chuckle in response, the sound light as you inch closer to him, your body naturally seeking his warmth. He shifts slightly, propping himself up just enough to reach for the blanket at the edge of the bed. With careful movements, he drapes the warm fabric over the two of you, cocooning you both in its comforting embrace.

Settling back down, Jungkook pulls you even closer, his arm wrapping securely around your waist as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. The warmth of his breath fans against your skin, and he inhales deeply, letting out a contented sigh.

To be in your arms like this, to hold you so intimately, to be able to make love to you so passionately... it all fills him with an overwhelming sense of gratitude. He feels blessed, as though the universe conspired to bring him to this very beautiful moment.

"I love you so much." he confesses softly, his voice low and raw with emotion. He presses a series of tender kisses along your collarbone, each one a silent vow of his affection. You smile, your heart swelling as your head sinks further into the soft pillow. Gently, you run your fingers through his hair, patting the back of his head with affection. "I love you too." you reply.

Jungkook hums softly at your response, a sound filled with pure contentment, as his eyes flutter close. His grip around your waist tightens just slightly, as if even in his sleep, he doesn’t want to let you go. You smile at the gesture, your fingers lazily tracing circles on his back, the steady rhythm of his breathing lulling you into serenity.

“Goodnight, love.” you whisper, though you’re not sure if he’s awake enough to hear. He mumbles something incoherent in response, his lips brushing your collarbone, and you chuckle softly, planting a kiss on his hair. And just like that, wrapped in his warmth, with the weight of his love holding you close, your eyes finally drift shut.

“I’m gonna miss you.” Jungkook pouts, gently swaying you in his arms, his hands resting securely on your waist. The playful pout on his lips tugs at your heart, knowing you’ll be apart for two whole days.

“I’m gonna miss you too.” you reply softly, meeting his gaze. Around you, the bustling port hums with energy... men laughing, luggage being hauled onto the cruise ship, and the distant rhythm of waves lapping against the dock. The cruise ship towers above, its sheer size making Jungkook shift nervously.

“That thing is... massive.” he mutters, glancing up at the ship. “I don’t think I’m ready for whatever madness Taehyung has planned.” he says. You chuckle, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind his ear. “You’ll survive, babe. Just... don’t let Tae drag you into anything too crazy.” you tease.

Jungkook smirks, leaning in close so his lips graze your ear. “Only if you promise not to out-party me in Jeju.” he says. “Deal.” you laugh, nudging his chest lightly. His dark eyes sparkle, a mix of amusement and longing in them, as he pulls you even closer.

“But seriously…” Jungkook murmurs, his tone softening as his thumb gently brushes over your waist. “Text me as soon as you land, okay? And make sure to send me lots of pictures… especially…” He pauses, leaning in close to your ear, his voice dropping to a teasing whisper.

“Especially in that pink bikini.” he says, a cheeky grin spreading across his face. You burst into laughter, playfully swatting his shoulder. “Kook…” you say, your tone half-amused, half-scolding.

“What?” he feigns innocence, shrugging his shoulders as he holds you. “I’m serious, okay? Two days without seeing you is way too long, so I’ll need something to look at.” he says, puckering his lips. You roll your eyes, a smile tugging at your lips. “You’re ridiculous.” you reply, shaking your head. “And you love me for it.” he counters with a wink, pulling you closer once again.

Suddenly, a man’s voice cuts through the moment, booming over the bustling port. “Everyone, please assemble by the dock and begin boarding the cruise!”

You sigh softly, glancing back at Jungkook. “Looks like you need to go.” you say, your voice tinged with a mix of reluctance and understanding. He nods, his lips pressing into a small pout before pulling you into a warm hug.

The embrace is tight, his arms lingering around you as if he doesn’t want to let go. “Have fun, baby.” you murmur, patting his back gently. He hums in response, holding you for a few more seconds before finally pulling away.

As he starts to follow the group heading towards the dock, he turns back briefly, waving at you with that bright, boyish smile that never fails to melt your heart. “Love you!” he calls out, his voice carrying over the commotion.

Before you can even respond, he’s already turned around, disappearing into the crowd, leaving you with a fond smile on your lips and a tiny bit of emptiness because you miss him already.

The thumping bass of the music reverberates through the air, blending with the excited chatter of random people. The scene on the cruise is wild. An elaborate DJ setup blares upbeat tracks while men mingle with women dressed in swimsuits that leave little to the imagination. Some of them might even be strippers hired to amp up the party’s extravagance.

Jungkook sits at the bar, nursing a drink in his hand. The cool breeze from the open ocean tousles his hair as he gazes out at the endless expanse of water. It feels surreal, almost like the cruise is floating in the middle of nowhere. For a moment, he lets himself get lost in the stillness of the horizon... a stark contrast to the chaos of the party behind him.

“Crazy party, huh?” a voice breaks through his thoughts, pulling his attention back. Jungkook turns, his brow furrowing slightly at the sight of an unfamiliar man standing nearby. He raises his eyebrows, silently prompting the stranger to introduce himself.

The man catches the hint, letting out a soft laugh as he steps closer. “Oh, I’m Wooyoung, by the way. We haven’t met before, but you’re Y/N’s boyfriend, right?” He extends a hand towards Jungkook, his expression friendly yet curious.

Jungkook’s brows knit slightly as he takes in Wooyoung’s easygoing demeanor. The man seems unbothered, almost too casual, and it only adds to Jungkook’s confusion. Slowly, he accepts Wooyoung’s handshake, his grip firm but cautious.

“Uh, yeah, I’m Jungkook... but how did you know that?” he asks, his voice edged with curiosity. The question lingers in the air as he watches for any hint of malice in Wooyoung’s expression.

Wooyoung chuckles, releasing Jungkook’s hand and leaning casually against the bar. “Well... word travels fast around here.” he explains with a slight shrug. “You’re a photographer in New York, right? I heard a few people talking about you earlier.”

Jungkook wets his lips, his tongue briefly brushing over his piercing as he processes the information. Gossiping wasn’t entirely unexpected, especially after that tea ceremony. He figures it isn’t anything unusual, but there’s still a twinge of discomfort at being a topic of conversation among people he hasn’t even met and doesn't even know.

"Right..." Jungkook mutters, his gaze drifting over the bustling scene before him as he takes another sip of his drink. The sharp, familiar burn of the alcohol doesn't quite mask the unease brewing inside him.

Wooyoung, ever the picture of confidence, flashes a grin before turning to order himself a drink. As the minutes tick by, Jungkook watches him carefully, feeling the weight of the silence between them. "So, you're Taehyung's friend?" he finally asks, his voice betraying a hint of curiosity. Wooyoung nods, an easygoing smile playing on his lips.

"Sort of." he replies replies, his voice casual, almost nonchalant. "But I’m actually closer to his cousin, Seokjin."

Jungkook nods, absorbing the information, but the conversation quickly takes a turn. Wooyoung shifts in his seat, his posture relaxed, yet there's something in his tone that makes Jungkook wary. "So... Y/n's family... they're something different, huh?" Wooyoung remarks, a subtle glint of amusement in his eyes.

Jungkook’s expression shifts slightly as a faint, almost involuntary smile tugs at the corners of his lips. There’s something about the way Wooyoung said it, as if he’s probing, testing. "Yeah... I guess." Jungkook replies, unsure of where exactly this is going.

"But honestly..." Wooyoung suddenly says. "I didn’t really... expect this." he adds, his voice trailing off. Jungkook tilts his head, confused. "Expect what?" he asks, feeling the unease in his chest grow.

“Well, you know...” Wooyoung begins, his eyes glinting as he speaks. “Y/n bringing home a guy all the way from New York... A photographer, at that." He pauses dramatically, letting the words sink in, then adds with a smirk. "I honestly thought her parents would marry her off to some trust fund kid or... some corporate heir. You know, the usual path."

Jungkook’s lips press together in a tight line, his pulse quickening as the words hang heavy in the air. As if sensing the change in the atmosphere, Wooyoung shifts in his seat, nonchalantly accepting his drink from the bartender. He takes a sip, his eyes flicking back to Jungkook.

"Like, Taehyung and Miyeon... well, that was inevitable." Wooyoung continues, his tone now more reflective, like he’s letting his thoughts wander. "Y/n and Miyeon were childhood friends, and Miyeon’s family owns this insane billion-dollar restaurant chain. So... I guess that's how they were very accepting of this marriage. I just didn’t expect Y/n to settle for something so... unconventional."

The words, laced with a certain insinuation, seem to linger in the air, thick with meaning. Jungkook's fingers tighten around his glass, the quiet tension palpable. Wooyoung’s casual demeanor doesn’t help the weight of the conversation, and Jungkook can feel the undercurrent of judgment, whether intentional or not. Still, he stays quiet, his gaze never leaving Wooyoung’s face.

"Unconventional." Jungkook repeats, his voice low, almost as if he’s contemplating the very word.

Wooyoung takes a slow sip from his drink, his gaze shifting to the ocean before settling back on Jungkook. "Yeah, like..." he begins, his tone carrying an edge of amusement. "Especially after how her mom was crazy about wanting us to get married three years ago."

The words hit Jungkook like a sharp gust of wind. His head snaps towards Wooyoung, disbelief etched across his face. "What?" he questions, his voice tinged with confusion, as though he had misheard.

Wooyoung leans back slightly, as if savoring the moment. "Yeah." he continues, his smirk deepening. "Her mom wanted her to settle down here, thought I was a 'suitable match,' you know? But Y/n was just so... hellbent on moving to New York to pursue her... fashion designer dreams or whatever."

Jungkook’s grip on his glass tightens, his mind racing to process the information but he already hates the tone of this man. "Wait... so you and Y/n were... supposed to get married?" he questions, the words coming out slower, like he’s trying to wrap his head around the idea.

Wooyoung chuckles, the sound low and deliberate, dripping with satisfaction, like this is exactly the reaction he was aiming for. "Yeah." he replies smoothly, swirling the liquid in his glass, his gaze never leaving Jungkook as if savoring the moment. He takes another slow sip, the pause calculated to build tension, before finally turning back to Jungkook with a look of feigned innocence.

"She didn’t tell you this?"

<- part 3 // part 5->

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INFO: 3246 words, oikawa x fem! reader, olympics au, timeskip SYNOPSIS: In the heat of the competition, you find more enemies in the Olympic dining hall, rivalling for the last infamous chocolate muffin, the social media sensation. WARNINGS: none. AUTHOR'S NOTE: i wrote this ages ago when the Olympics were still happening and just finished it so uh....... ANYWAY!!! this is my attempt at a crackfic because it makes sense. Writing quality and pacing may be off sorry BUT IT COUNTS RIGHT watch this flop because the haikyuu fandom is dead

There are few things left in this world that still hold unequivocal beauty. Few things can exist with such suffering and turmoil. Few things, too, could quell this hopelessness, and in sleepless nights, scrolling on your phone with blue light illuminating the room in eerie shadow, you’d come to see the legendary Olympic chocolate muffin as one of these beautiful things.

The night was quiet, and the dining hall was almost empty as you walked up to the dessert stand.

There was one muffin left, molten chocolate glowing under the warm lamplight, oozing with liquid bliss, illuminated in a halo of gold.

But where there is beauty, there is also ugliness. There was someone in the way of your pursuit of enlightenment. You could only dream of the bliss of sweet chocolate ganache dissolving on your tongue with angelic grace, only imagine the taste it would leave lingering in your mouth. But now – as womankind may always find – there was a man in your way.

“Excuse me.”

“Huh?”

As he turns around, your heart drops into your stomach. The giant of a man lays his hands on the muffin in front of you. All hope you had for humanity diminished in one touch.

“...that was mine.” you mumble.

The shuffling of sandals on the ground echoes through the empty dining hall. His gaze awkwardly flits between you and the muffin.

“...Sorry? Finders keepers??” He replies in the same language – almost perfect English. He shrugs. A giant movement. He was taller than you’d have liked, towering over you as you attempted to argue for custody of the muffin. It didn’t help that his dark brown eyes seemed to glint with challenge, and you felt yourself indignantly rise up to this unspoken provocation.

“What happened to chivalry?”

“Guess its dead, sweet heart.”

“You’re not even gonna attempt to be a gentleman?”

“You’re not ladylike, so I won’t be a gentleman.”

“So you’re admitting you’re a douche.”

“At least I’m a douche with a muffin.”

You sigh dejectedly. First, your first loss in the preliminary games – crushing, really, losing by two points – second, the massive specimen of a man standing in front of you with his hands on your consolation prize.

This was going to be your last straw.

Well, at least the asshole was handsome. The ‘Argentina’ scribed on his uniform, however, didn’t make sense. He looked Asian, and yet he spoke English fluently. He was confusing, but one thing you knew for sure was that all those guys on the Argentinian men’s team were jerks, based on the few of them that snickered at your team as you exited the stadium following your loss in the prelims.

“Fuck you. I hope you lose your next match.”

“Oh–”

You storm away before he can get another word in.

This was your first encounter with Tōru Oikawa. Maybe an overreaction, but you really didn’t care.

The following day, your warmup is interrupted as the Argentinian men's team decide to enter your warmup stadium, raucous and impossible to miss.

“Do they have the wrong court, or something?” your coach murmurs, tearing his attention away from the practice game.

“Oh! It’s you!” a distinctive voice calls.

You turn from your rally – a mistake – and see the handsome thief from the day before staring at you, carrying a sports bag, wearing a light blue jacket with a white stripe down the sleeve. So he was an Argentinian player. Why was he here, though?

“Wait! Ball!”

You turn back to your rally just in time to get hit in the face with a volleyball, nose aching, eyes bleary with tears, reality tilting on its axis as you fall on your hands.

“Hey! What are you guys doing here?” the coach yells, distinct through the cacophony.

“This is our court, isn’t it?” the thief says. His voice is smooth like honey – like a liar.

“No, It’s ours until noon.”

“Is it not a quarter to noon?”

“Exactly, so get out. You’ve already injured one of my star players.” He swears in Japanese, and you hear the thief snicker, saying something back. Is he Japanese?

You don’t know what happens next, except being hoisted up, braced on someone’s arms and being sat on a bench. Someone hands you a tissue for your watering eyes, and you feel a biting cold on your nose, wincing as someone gives you an ice pack to hold to your face.

“I always hated those Argentinian volleyball players. So cocky.” your teammate says.

“Their captain is a handful. I wouldn’t want that bastard on the Japanese team either.” your coach echoes.

So he was their captain. And Japanese. And an asshole.

How dare he?

This is how you, in your head, earn the right to one of Oikawa’s apologies – how you find him in the cafeteria once again, nose lightly bandaged, lined up for dinner, and are intent on getting a “sorry” from his perpetually smiling lips.

“Oh, you.”

His lips twitch into a half grimace, half smile. “Me.”

“Are you going to apologise?”

“I – for what?”

“Are you being stupid, or an asshole right now?”

“Neither. I don’t see what I need to apologise for.”

You mutter something under your breath about “Stupid, hot Argentinian volleyball players.”

“What was that?”

“Move up. You’re holding up the line.”

He shuffles forward, but turns around again to continue your exchange. “It’s not my fault you were too slow.”

“Which incident are you talking about? The muffin, or today?”

“The muffin, obviously. What, like it's my fault you lost concentration?”

“Mother–”

“Hey, can you guys quit arguing and move along? You’re holding everyone up.”

You both shut up and collect your dinner, parting with scalding glances toward each other.

“...you okay?”

“Does it look like it?”

“Is it that Argentinian captain again?”

You groan, stabbing your lukewarm mashed potatoes with your spoon. “I hate him.”

Your teammate casts you a sidelong glance. “Okay, whatever you say.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

Your third encounter with the Argentinian captain is when you file into the stadium, teeming with people decked out in red and white, to watch a preliminary game of the Japanese men’s team – your competing country. You’d been scouted for their women's team, but you were never able to witness the men’s team in action, only heard about their strengths.

“What the hell?”

You turn, and behind you is Oikawa. He wears a cap with a sports logo on it, and sunglasses that are almost comically large. You find it within yourself to resist a howling laugh.

“What? Why are you here?” you ask – slightly too loudly, as people cast their attention toward you. He shrinks down in his seat in embarrassment.

“I’m scouting the enemy, of course. What, are you stalking me or something?” he mumbles, glaring at you past the rims of his sunglasses.

You scoff. “Of course not. I’m watching my country play, obviously.”

“Really? You’re Japanese?”

“I’m a citizen. Aren’t you?”

He crosses his arms, huffing. “And I thought I’d tanned when I was in Brazil.”

You scoff at his childishness. “Brazil? Why aren’t you playing for Japan?”

“I need to crush them.”

You let out a barking laugh at his antics. “Really? You have vendettas that need fulfilling?”

“Don’t laugh, you’re drawing attention.” he sighs, leaning forward as if passing on some great generational secret. “But yes. I do.”

“I can’t begin to imagine who could ever be your enemy.”

“Well I sure can.”

This man has to be a social experiment. “That was sarcasm, captain.”

He pouts, and you turn straight ahead for the national anthems to play and the first serve.

The first server is the Japanese setter, Kageyama. The stadium’s volume seems to drop slightly as he prepares to serve, making the impact of the ball with his hand even louder than it would’ve been. The ball hits the other team with frightening speed, ricocheting from their libero’s arms into the spectator’s stands.

The Japanese supporters begin to cheer, and you applaud with them, before you hear a scoff from behind you.

“What, is he one of the guys you need revenge on, or something?”

He turns away, but you see his pout.

You laugh. “Afraid he’s better than you?”

“Of course not. I’m better.”

“Hey, you know what, why don’t we switch seats?” Oikawa’s teammate suggests from beside him. The captain looks completely betrayed at his teammate’s suggestion, but he can’t rebuke before the teammate gets up, crossing the stands.

You decide it’d be fun to mess with him, so you comply.

But you don’t forget that he owes you an apology. Two. You’re not growing fond of him, either.

The crowd erupts into cheers as Japan scores another point, and you applaud with them, but Oikawa only sinks further into his seat – now beside you – narrowing his eyes and lowering his sunglasses on his nose, only to glare at the court.

“What?”

“I hate that guy.”

“Who?”

“The one who just scored.”

“...Ushijima? Why?”

“I hate him.”

“...sure you do. Should I ask who else you hate, or will we be here all day?”

He ends up listing every wrong Ushijima had done to him since middle school, going on an angry rant about how he failed to bring his high school team to victory because of Kageyama. You can see his inferiority complex showing by the end of this. By the end, the game had reached the second set that Japan was also about to win.

“...Okay, wow, a lot to process.”

“So yes, I have a vendetta. Thought you should know.”

“That was a really big dump on some stranger you haven’t even known for a week.”

“You asked.”

“No, not really.”

He rolls his eyes, and you both go back to watching the game. What you don’t realise is that he’s smiling.

And despite himself, he is clutching the edge of his seat as Japan gets to the game point in the third set, locked in a deuce with their opponents. The score climbs higher and higher, neither team willing to let up.

“Oh my God, I’m going to throw up.” you groan, watching the next server prepare.

“Want a throwup bag?”

“You look like you could use one too.”

“I’m not nervous, unlike you.”

“I can see the sweat on your shorts. You’re not subtle when you wipe your hands on them.”

“Damn you–”

“Shut up, they just served.”

Maybe it's the adrenaline running high from the match, or from the ceaseless energy of the spectators, but you both nearly cry in relief when Japan finally pulls away from the deuce, securing the game. Despite his grudge for the entire Japanese team, it seems, he pulls you into a side embrace as you both cheer.

“Aren’t you supposed to be ‘scouting the enemy’?” you say through laughter.

“I am. This is all a disguise.”

You roll your eyes, but as you begin to file out of the stadium with the rest of the stadium, he decides to linger, signalling to a man on the Japanese team – tall, muscular, handsome, spiky brown hair.

“Really? Leaving just like that?”

“I have a friend on that team.”

“You?”

“Shut up.”

You shrug, smiling as you turn to leave. “Bye then, muffin thief.”

“That’s Toru Oikawa, to you.”

“Muffin thief,” you call over your shoulder as you disappear into the crowd.

“Oikawa.”

“Iwa-chan.”

Iwaizumi’s eye twitches, but he grins nonetheless, pulling Oikawa into a hug. “Was that your girlfriend?”

“What? Huh? Really? Is that the first question you ask me after so many years?”

“Nah, she probably isn’t. She’s too pretty for you.”

“Mean.”

But nothing had changed, and he was grateful.

It’s only late into the night with the fan whirring beside his bed that he can’t help but think about the prospect of you as his girlfriend. He was truly delusional. Especially since he somehow reached the conclusion that he wouldn’t mind it if you just so happened to fall to his charms and confess his love. He’d expect that much, at least.

You barely remember your fourth encounter, but it’s during your final game of the preliminary matches – the one that you have to win, else be cut from the competition.

You could think of no moment more stressful than serving at a time when you were at game point for the fifth time, and your opponents were creeping up behind you, waiting to snatch the game from you with one mistake.

It was deafening, the way the spectators roared as you prepared to serve.

You wished they’d all go quiet.

The whistle blew, and you let your serve fly, watching as it barely skimmed the net, landing in their court just short of the metre line.

Your teammates cheer, patting you on the back, but you don’t hear them.

This is when your coach calls a time out.

You stand to the side, breathing deeply, the air thick with noise and sweat and air so hot it becomes suffocating around your skin.

Distantly, the buzzer sounds for the end of time out, and you return to the service line, drowning your thoughts in the noise.

“Don’t lose concentration!” you hear from the stands behind you. Despite it all, you turn around, searching for the heckler.

Oikawa sits in the row closest to the front, having lost the cap and sunglasses, waving his arms like a madman.

“What the fuck,” you mumble to yourself.

“Look closely!”

“I’m losing concentration because of you, you absolute –”

Then the whistle blows for you to serve, and you abruptly turn back to the game, the insult dying on your tongue.

What did he mean by ‘pay attention’? He’d just broken the laser focus you were in, and now you didn’t know where you were going to serve.

Except, there was a massive hole in the opponent’s defence.

They were now accustomed to your short serves that just landed within the metre line.

You make a mental note to thank Oikawa if your serve went in, and slam your serve so hard that their defence has no time to register the change.

Your serve lands on the line, nearly out of bounds.

Your team sighs in relief, finally pulling ahead of the deuce, securing the match.

“Japan takes the win! That’s their star player for you, landing service aces all across the court!”

“I told you!” you hear from behind again.

You turn around, meeting his eyes.

His smile is endearing. Dimples, and his nose slightly scrunched. It’s contagious.

You smile back, waving, then become crushed underneath the weight of your team as they jump onto you, screaming and laughing and crying.

He helped you make it to the finals, and somehow, it was better than an apology.

The fifth time you meet – and one of the last – you’re, once again, in the cafeteria, craving molten bliss in the form of one of those chocolate muffins. You hope the Gods have heard your prayers, and that there would still be some left, even at this late hour.

“Oh, you’re here?”

“Yeah, why are you?”

“Is that the first thing you wanna say to me?”

“...yes, why would it be any other way?”

He smiles, rubbing the back of his head. Averting your eyes. “Muffin?”

“Huh?”

“This was the last one.”

“Are you okay?”

“What?”

“What have you done with Oikawa? This isn’t the whiny, vengeful guy I know.”

“And you’ve known me for, what, a week?”

You shrug, snatching the muffin from his hands before he changes his mind. “Thanks.”

He sighs. Sits down at one of the tables. You follow suit.

“So, why Argentina?”

“Really?”

“What? It’s awkward with silence.”

“...I looked up to Jose Blanco.”

“That’s surprisingly sweet.”

“Hey, I can be sweet.”

“I wasn’t talking about you, I was talking about the muffin.”

“..Oh.”

“Sorry. You’re alright too, I guess.”

He pouts, but you can’t care less as you bite into the muffin, savouring the chocolate as it melts onto your tongue.

“Thanks, by the way.”

“Huh?”

“For today. Game point.”

“Oh. Why?”

“Shut up and take my thanks.”

“Alright, fine, fine.” He tilts his head, watching you with his sharp eyes. “You didn’t need my help though. You were good enough on your own.”

“Thanks.”

Quiet lapses in the empty dining hall as you sit, the rows and rows of chairs and tables almost eerie in the dark.

“Well, I’m going to bed. Too tired after today.”

“Rest up, you deserve it.”

“Seriously, you need to stop.”

“Stop what?”

“This niceness. It’s off putting.”

“I can be nice.”

“No, you can’t. It doesn’t feel right.”

“Fine, I won’t.”

“...right. Goodnight.”

“Night.”

The night carries a chill in it, a cold bliss as the breeze brushes against your skin. Nostalgic, with the moonlight’s glow.

Oikawa regretted many things. Many of those included not working hard enough, not being fast enough, not being strong enough, but that night, he regretted his cowardice.

The sixth and final time you meet is after his finals game. You barely see each other after your late night encounter at the dining hall, and you’re both too busy with training now that you’d both qualified. After being knocked out of the competition in the running for second place and barely winning your third place match, your team is exhausted, and your spirits are still high.

The air of the Olympic village is thick with lethargy and simultaneously the buzz of relief and excitement, cheering echoing across courtyards and buildings. You mill about the front entrance, watching people come and go, waiting for him. You don’t know why, but you feel obligated to congratulate him, your heart still spiralling with the spirit of the stadium.

You vividly recall his plays, the way he moved as if the world made space for him, the efficacy of his movements and the focus in his eyes that had Japan by the neck.

“Oh, it’s you.”

“It’s me.”

“Did you watch my game?”

“I did. Congrats.”

He smiles, and your heart melts a little. “Thanks.”

You smile back, and quiet fills the space between you once again.

“Are you staying in Japan for a bit after the games?”

“I’m planning to.”

“That’s good.”

“Are you? I mean, you live here, but–yeah. We should play together”

“What?”

“I could set for you?”

You burst out laughing, hunching over, and don’t see as Oikawa's face flushes profusely.

“Sure. I’d love to see you try to pick up one of my serves too.”

“Wanna bet? I could easily pick up every one of your serves.”

“Sure, pretty boy.”

“No aces, you owe me another muffin.”

“Huh? How does that work?”

“Figure it out, loser.”

You indignantly narrow your eyes, crossing your arms. “And if I do score an ace on you?”

“You get a muffin.”

You roll your eyes at his childlike antics. “Sure. Just make sure you’re ready to go bankrupt.”

You wake the next morning to your team manager banging on your door, slamming it open, and shoving her phone in your face. You blink blearily, abruptly pulled from senseless dreams and the warmth of sleep to a grainy photo of the unmistakable tall, broad shouldered figure of Oikawa, and you beside him, laughing together.

“Care to explain? Why are there dating rumours? What do you think you’re doing?”

You grumble, turning over. For now, you’d relish in your dreams of a certain volleyball player and glorious chocolate muffins.

written by @atlaswav , published 28th of January 2025

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