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the way

★ pairing: softdom!bangchan x inexperiencedfem!reader PART FOUR (final series) OF THE PROJECT 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ part one 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ part two 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ part three

✦summary: Now you get the full experience of dating the kind of guy you thought you’d never fall for. It’s all late-night laughs, sweet touches, and moments that feel like a dream, but there’s certainly always something new to learn about him, or with him.

♡ genre - warnings: MDNI 18+, smut, fuff, college au, established relationship, tight riding, clit play, fingering, cunnilingus, marking, handjob, oral sex, teasing, pet names, light exhibitionism, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, creampie, possessive chan ?

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♡ the way by ariana grande ♡ love on the brain by rihanna ♡

(all the parts have been sweetly requested! — I add one thing or two for the narrative hehe)

wen’s note: cheesy ahh song for inspo, as per usual. i tried to be sweet :p. sorry this took so longgg omg lol, for my tp stansss, thanks for +5k notes in the original (first part) post :3 also this is the final series omg so sad, soo... the end?

As far as you knew, everything was strangely perfect. It was only a matter of time before Chan started acting even more affectionately, especially now that you were official, which excited him too much.

You had never had that kind of connection or little distraction in your life; you didn’t even have the words to describe it any more. It was unexpected, the way you fell so deeply in love with Chan from one moment to the next, going from being complete strangers to complementing each other.

It was a cheesy, sweet, and shy love that grew with each passing day. You never thought you’d be in that position, but being with Chan made everything clear. He made you laugh, he made you happy, he listened to every little thing you had to say, you talked too much, and you spent more time together. He planned the perfect dates, and you went along with his pace and plan, always offering an opinion, despite being the slightly nosy and extremely worrisome person you were, which he loved about you. For you, it could be said that Chan was your first love. You weren’t the type of girl who fell in love easily, especially in the past years of your youth, walking arm in arm with a boy in the school hallways; you considered it unnecessary and slightly ridiculous, but with Chan, it was different. Neither of you were kids; you were in college, and he was a real man, so it was so easy for you to fall in love with him. He was cute, sweet, attentive, silly… and incredibly handsome. He was absolutely everything you never thought he would be.

You didn’t want to get your hopes up too high, because part of you was afraid of getting hurt, and… it might sound corny, or make you look blind, but with him, you felt that he wasn’t that kind of person. The moment you were both experiencing was so incredibly sweet.

On the other hand, Chan had been dying for you since that sweet moment when your tenderness and intelligence dazzled him. That’s when he knew, but circumstances made him shy and nervous… How could he approach you when he knew so little about you before? You didn’t go to parties often enough to bump into each other magically, and he hardly ever saw you on campus. How could he approach you, the most beautiful and intelligent girl in his eyes? You always lived in your own world, and now he was part of it. That project had been the perfect excuse, the little push he needed, and now you were together.

You were so different, but you always managed to coordinate. You were still shy, it was your nature, and that kept Chan enchanted, although it was clear that you were feeling more and more confident, you trusted him completely, you felt free to be yourself, comfortable, and loved. Sometimes you stopped to think… how suddenly it was possible.

You were in that phase where you were exploring your relationship, and it felt so pure and innocent to the public eye, being with you all the time without seeming strange or cloying. He spent time with you, walking together on campus, studying and eating together, and talking for hours. He always took you out on the town, convincing you to go on even the smallest of dates… and in private, you loved each other passionately without any restrictions. All your sweet love blended perfectly with the obscenity and intimacy of the sex you shared. Chan and you were highly sexual, your chemistry in bed was irremediable, but just as he could fill you with all his sweet love, he also offered you many other things.

You didn’t understand why, perhaps because you were still somewhat inexperienced when it came to sex, but there was something about Chan that made you feel uncontrollably and undeniably horny. And sometimes it was hard for you to express it, because you didn’t want your connection to be purely sexual. After all, you recognized all the beautiful things that connected the two of you, plus you didn’t want to seem obvious or slightly sick, or the fact that you were still inexperienced made you nervous. Because it was true, he drove you absolutely crazy, and you knew a thing or two about his past, where he used to have other girlfriends before you. He didn’t talk about it directly or often, because it wasn’t relevant to him, his present, and his girlfriend now was you, who was all that mattered to Chan, you were his whole world now, there was nothing he wouldn’t do for you.

But sometimes, just sometimes, you couldn’t help but feel curious about the girls he had dated before...

Chan was so sweet to you that having those kinds of thoughts about who exactly his exes were sometimes made you feel bad. You knew it all—that he was right for you, because that time he asked you to be his girlfriend didn’t stay that way; but a few days later, he became a little nervous and suspicious, suddenly taking a keen interest, more than usual, in the clothes you wore. He wanted your opinion on everything, what colors you liked, what you felt comfortable and pretty in, and if he gave you the option of letting him buy you whatever you wanted, what exactly you would ask for.

After that, you understood that his behavior was because he was secretly planning a nice date. And he told you just one day before. You changed all your plans for him, which basically consisted of schoolwork and the occasional tutoring session for younger students, because you could see how tenderly excited and thrilled your boyfriend was about the date.

Chan chose everything for you: the dress, your shoes... He took you to a nice place, gave you flowers, and then you talked while he drove around the city with no fixed destination, until he stopped. You noticed that he was a little nervous and tense, so that day you asked him what was wrong, and he insisted on getting out for a moment, avoiding the question.

You thought that night was just that. Another nice date, but Chan’s intention was even nicer and sweeter, and you had no idea. It was his way of asking you to be his girlfriend, once again, in a more intimate, comfortable, vulnerable space, and this time with both of you fully clothed, or at least that was Chan’s line of reasoning.

You saw him, he looked certainly uncomfortable and nervous, and then you looked around, dark, alone, but you felt in a way that being there, surrounded by trees and with the presence of the starlit sky, was warm and comforting. You turned to look at Chan with a smile, as you immediately thought that you were there to stargaze, and suddenly it seemed extremely tender and sweet to you.

But you noticed your boyfriend’s expression, licking his lips, and gathering the courage to tell you.

“Y/n... I want to ask you something very important.”

The way he said it alarmed you a little, and you whispered, “What’s wrong?”

“I want to ask you... Once again in a more appropriate place, between you and me,” he took your hands, caressing them, intertwining them with his while looking at you sweetly, “would you like to be my girlfriend?”

Your slightly worried expression changed in seconds, and a smile appeared on your face. You didn’t understand it at the time.

“I thought I was already your girlfriend?” you joked.

“I wanted a nicer moment than when I asked you that... it was... something immature, right after we—mm, you know,” he said, making a funny face.

You giggled, the fact that you thought he might have been planning and thinking about it for days, asking you this, knowing Chan, seemed really adorable to you. How could a man like him be so cute to you?

“Well... would you like that?” he added, curious, raising an eyebrow, looking at you amused.

“Yes, Chan... but hey, but then what date will we use as our anniversary now?”

“The...” he leaned in close to you, to give you a soft, tender, quick kiss, “date you like best, sweetheart.”

“Ahh, and...” Chan let go of you to go to the back of his car, leaving you slightly confused for a few seconds, and you knew as soon as he came back, “this is for you. Open them.”

You couldn’t believe it; you hadn’t even noticed that they had been hidden in his car all this time. With Chan, anything was possible. Even though he was just a college student like everyone else, you knew he had money, but you never wanted to take advantage of that in any way; that wasn’t why you loved him. Your boyfriend tenderly handed you, with his typical smile, narrowing his beautiful eyes, two bags of designer jewelry, Swarovski and Tiffany & CO. They were bracelets, the latter of which was thick and looked a lot like the bracelets he always wore. Now you matched adorably.

“Oh, Channie, you shouldn’t have spent so much on me.”

Although you loved being pampered, you still didn’t want to say it, even though he already knew... the way your eyes sparkled when you opened his gift and how the corners of your lips trembled as you tried to hide your big smile and act more modest.

“Why?” he took you by the waist, pulling you close to his body, looking at you defiantly in a playful way, “You’re my girlfriend and I want to give you everything. You deserve so much more. I’ll give you everything you deserve, little by little, love, I promise.”

“Thank you.”

That night was very beautiful. You really believed it would stay that way, between laughter, asking you to be his girlfriend in his arms after a very vulnerable moment you shared together... but no, as always, he had to find a way to make it even more special. From then on, you had high and very good expectations of him, even better than before. You knew he knew how to treat you very well.

He understood perfectly that you were getting used to something new, so he always tried to balance what a relationship entailed so that you would never get bored, taking you out of your comfort zone from time to time and taking you to new places, as well as respecting the fact that you will always love the idea of a nice, warm, relaxed, and intimate plan between the two of you, something as nice as him cooking for you and watching movies in your apartment... where, being alone, it was inevitable not to show the passionate love and attraction you felt for each other. That’s why Chan was always gentle, excited, and delighted by the way you were still learning more and more.

The sex between the two of you was wonderful, and Chan spent most of his time at your apartment because you lived alone. You always teased him that you were going to get a roommate, but that didn't suit him at all, as he would no longer have his space alone, his sacred space where those walls had witnessed your first kisses and many other things until now.

You simply drove him crazy. He loved waking up next to you and doing romantic and somewhat cloying things. He loved just being with you. Your presence brightened his day, but with each day you spent together, you grew more and more confident in him, showing your true side, letting yourself receive all the wonders and advantages of being Chan’s girlfriend, such as his incredible, sweet and passionate love and affection, which went hand in hand with the great lessons and hot sessions of intimacy that you both shared.

You were still a little shy, you couldn’t deny it, how were you supposed to tell him that the simple way he sat at your table, focused on his work, comfortably wearing a sleeveless shirt exposing his strong arms, and the way his brow was slightly furrowed, his concentrated gaze focused on his laptop screen while he subtly bit and licked his velvety lips, was making you uncontrollably turned on, and wet.

With Chan, it was always like that, a consumable passion, teachings, touches, and the sweetest care after the act. You couldn’t ask for anything better. You felt loved and desired during the vulnerability of that precarious act.

In situations like this, you approached him, shyly but dangerously, with desire in your eyes and a slight change in your breathing. With every step you took to get closer to him, as you admired him from afar, you could already feel him, taste him, imagine all the hot scenarios you could be in at that moment, in all the intimacy that awaited you both the moment Chan read all your intentions.

You put your hand on his broad shoulder, and in response, he smiled sweetly at you, looking away from his laptop and focusing on you. For a second, you felt dirty because he looked at you sweetly with his bright eyes and whispered softly:

“What’s wrong, baby?”

You bit your lower lip softly; that soft whisper was so hot, you were unable to find the words to express how incredibly much you wanted him. That you need him.

You shook your head, trying to downplay it, as if you didn’t have that constant tingling down there in your intimate area and the unsettling sensation of your glands moistening your folds, all just from seeing how good your boyfriend looked.

“Nothing. I’m done with my work, how about you? Do you have a lot left? Can I help you?” You tried to sound disinterested, but with each question, you developed a subtly more needy tone.

You made Chan laugh softly, and almost as if by magic, as if he could read your mind, he moved away from the table, pushing himself away attractively with his foot, took your wrist, and gently pulled you onto his lap. You felt relief and impatience at the same time.

“You’re going to distract me, huh?” he hummed in a low tone.

Your body tensed up in seconds. His closeness made you nervous, his face so close to your cheek and ear. Suddenly, you became so flustered that you couldn’t even turn to look at him and could only see him out of the corner of your eye. You were impressed by how quickly he understood everything. So for a moment, you remained rigid on his lap while he wrapped his strong arms around your body.

“No...” you murmured, your heart began to race, his legs suddenly began to feel more comfortable, and your desire for him began to intensify little by little. “I told you that if you need help, I can help you. I’m not going to distract you from your work.”

You turned shyly, still not looking him in the eyes, but getting the perfect view of his chin, his luscious lips, the smooth texture of his neck, chest, and shoulders, his light skin, his veins exposed by his sleeveless shirt. You played with the collar of his shirt, not wanting to play innocent, but simply because that was your way.

You were so pathetically turned on, and he was just so close, and you were sitting on his lap, but his strong grip, his heavy arm dropping its weight on your bare thighs, was inevitable.

And you drove him crazy in a second, the way you moved your legs in the air, nervous, impatient, sweetly, wearing one of his hoodies and uselessly tiny shorts... while avoiding looking him in the eyes, as if you didn’t know each other well enough...

He licked his lips, unable to bear having you so sweetly on his lap when the tension between you was growing. He knew exactly what you wanted, so why not give it to you? He wants it too, right there, and he adores you immensely.

“Oh, I really need your help right now,” he murmured, impatiently letting out a sigh, gently lifting your chin with his hand, making you look him in the eyes. “I know exactly what you want, but why don’t you tell me out loud, baby girl? I thought we had already talked about and overcome those moments of shyness.”

But your naivety and innocence drove him crazy. You were the smartest and most outstanding girl he knew, but when he touched you, you became vulnerable and somewhat irrational.

“What?” you whispered breathlessly, completely lost in the closeness of his face.

He just wanted to tease you.

“I want to hear everything you want me to do to you,” he repeated, encouraging you.

His right hand began to caress your thighs more constantly, moving up and down your skin, almost reaching a dangerous place, making you even more nervous and excited, adding to the fact that you were about to kiss him, his nose dangerously brushing against your face, and his gaze penetrating you. His other hand played with his hoodie on your back, and you lost control when his hand caressed your lower back, slipping his hand inside the garment.

You sighed. A little afraid that he might feel your fragile body, hopelessly aroused and trembling. And of course, he noticed, and he loved every second of it.

“I need you, Chan. I want you to fuck me,” you joked, your eyes sparkling with a soft smile and a giggle. “Is that what you want to hear?”

Your attempt to not seem needy wasn’t working. The joke was too much for him. He let out a ragged sigh; it was too late, he was already imagining having you. He was losing control over you, and you could feel his arousal growing beneath your body.

“Isn’t that what you want, then?” he said slowly, teasing you, “Huh? Isn’t that why you came to me so sweetly needy?” His hand reached almost to your inner thighs and squeezed them. He leaned close to your ear and whispered, “Why are you so still then? Letting me touch you...? You haven’t asked me to stop.”

You looked at him intensely, and there was no turning back. Your attempts to control your desires were so pathetic, but they drove him crazy and seemed so cute to him. You both needed each other so badly right now.

“Because I don’t want you to stop.”

You leaned toward him just a little, since you were both so close to each other, and that was enough to catch his lips.

Chan kissed you slowly, carefree and unhurried, enjoying the kiss, even though he could sense your hasty and abrupt movements against him, slightly desperate; yet he did it at his own pace, forcing you to adapt to him, to a passionate, slow, and meaningful kiss. Your hands went to his manly face, holding it delicately and trembling softly against it. His hands caressed your body more, your thighs, teasing you when he got close to your private area, and your back under that hoodie. Chan almost moaned as he caressed your entire back and found it so vulnerable, with no sign of a bra.

So that’s how you were, walking around your house with him, practically in panties and his oversized hoodie.

As you pulled apart, both of you gasping for breath, you looked at each other, and he noticed that look in your eyes, almost reflecting fire. He was madly in love with you. You needed him so much, and he loved being required by you.

Chan bit his lip softly and decided to play with your temperament a little, taking advantage of you, in a way. He loved playing with you, pressing all the right buttons to get you so aroused for him, so he gently and nimbly spread your legs a little and decided to play with your clit, pressing it against the fabric of your shorts.

You gasped, surprised, opening your eyes and breathless, shifting slightly on his lap and gently clinging to his hand, touching you. Chan chuckled, finding your reaction tenderly pleasurable and amusing, your tense body on top of his, letting you enjoy what you wanted so much but were too shy to say.

You watched his hand lost in you, under the oversized hoodie that covered it, and moaned softly as you felt him become more solid, his long fingers pressing against your folds trapped in your comfortable fabric shorts. And then you saw him, your gaze so desperate, your eyebrows adorning your face completely surrendered to him, crying out for your boyfriend, you could even feel his erection against you, you needed him so much that you weren’t in the mood for your arousal to increase and tease you, but he had other plans, and not letting you get what you wanted so easily was part of them. As much as he adored you, he loved putting you in a position where you were so hot, enjoying every moment of the situation.

He reached forward, sliding his hand inside your shorts and panties, making you sigh; finally, his fingers found the real, warm sensation of your pussy, your clit almost sweetly popping out just for him, for his pleasure and to control you with it.

“Cha-channie, please” you begged, looking at him with bright eyes.

You were on the verge of something, and he hadn’t even started yet.

“Please, what? Do you think I don’t notice how naughtily needy you are for me? Honey, let me take care of it.”

You nodded, biting your lip and letting yourself go, which was sweetly killing you. Your sex throbbed hard, and your stiff muscles began to despair. His fingers slid deeply into your folds, filling almost perfectly every space in your soaked pussy. Chan could feel you, and that sent a disturbing shock through his whole body and his cock. He loved having you like this.

“Mmm... so soft... and wet for me, baby. I can almost taste your sweet pussy in my mouth...”

“Then do it,” you almost begged, interrupting him, your gaze meekly asking for him again as your breathing quickened.

“You’re a little minx, princess. Weren’t you shy five seconds ago?” His smile widened. “Do you want to help me, sweetheart? Remember the first time I helped you a little?”

You nodded, closing your eyes and moaning as you felt his fingers slide into you without mercy. That night, when everything started...

“Why don’t you help me...? I want to see you like this, needing me... mmm, you can rub yourself on my thigh.”

“What?”

His words took you by surprise, causing you to look at him with confusion.

“Open your legs, sit on my thigh, and move as if you were riding me, sweetheart” he explained slowly.

You blinked rapidly in front of his face, understanding but finding the idea strange... something new you were about to explore.

You obeyed your boyfriend, holding onto his strong chest and beginning to move timidly.

“Come on... stimulate your clit, sweetie, I want your pussy well prepared for when I eat it.”

He smiled, satisfied as he held your hips under the hoodie. You looked into his eyes so lasciviously as you did so. You bit your lip trying to hold back your moans, but the more you moved, the more you understood... the hard pressure of his strong, muscular thigh, pressing and teasing your much-needed center so precisely and perfectly.

And without knowing it, he was preparing you for something even better, with his strong build, controlling you with ease, putting you on the table, removing your shorts and panties, and then delighting each other, you from his lips and skillful mouth devouring you completely with a voracious hunger that left you gently trembling in your first orgasm, and him delighting in your juices and prepared cunt, from your trembling, well-stimulated, and well-attended pussy. Then he stripped you completely naked, desperately removing his hoodiefrom you, putting you back on top of him, filling you completely, whimpering at his breathtaking cock size, guiding you to ride him while playing with your breasts and never forgetting to kiss you and talk sweetly to you throughout the whole process...

And that was a little bit of your passionate moments in your apartment, him exploring you with such devotion and affection, attending to you just the way you liked it. Being attentive to your every need. While he showed you more and more of everything he could give you and make you feel…

But then you returned to reality.

Both of you maintained your different and busy routines at the hectic school… but when night came, you couldn’t help but feel lonely. All it took was a subtle, light text message suggesting how much you missed him and that you wished you could sleep and cuddle with him, for him to show up at your door, his eyes shining and looking so tender and hot at the same time. He always looked so docile and gentle with you, in contrast to his muscular appearance and the power he commanded in his daily life as a college student.

But that’s how things were. Even so, your college life continued, still. You were getting used to having time for your boyfriend and having the proper time to study and keep up with your career. As for your relationship, it was known that you were somewhat shy about public displays of affection, and the fact that you were dating one of the most handsome and popular guys on campus attracted the attention of others at first. There was a lot of gossip, and your relationship was unexpected, but at the end of the day, you didn’t care what anyone thought. You had Chan, and he had you.

You continued with your routines, and you, in particular, had a routine that Chan wasn’t entirely convinced about, and that was your strange little job as a tutor. Normally, he didn’t think it was a big deal, and there was nothing to worry about.

It was pretty normal; he understood. You were incredibly smart and made money tutoring your juniors. It was such a sweet and nice thing to do, and very common for the sweet person you were.

He knew absolutely everything: Monday, Becky, a freshman; Tuesday, Jay; Wednesday, Jake, both sophomores. Everything was fine, except for those special days, Thursday and Friday, when you had a particular student: Yang Jeongin. A junior. Spoiled and popular one. He filled Chan with a rage that he had to learn to control, and of all of them, he was the one who paid you the most for tutoring hours.

Jeongin was everything you thought Chan was at first—and you were slightly wrong in every assumption, but you weren’t so wrong about Jeongin, handsome and popular, a typical college playboy.

You had to admit he was quite cute; he was usually attentive and respectful to you. He was a nice guy despite his reputation, which had nothing to do with his confident personality that radiated every second he spent with you.

At first, it was just a few days of tutoring, but then Jeongin became insistent, asking if you could see each other more often, forcing you to give him your number in case of an emergency, and subtly trying to text you. None of that seemed right to Chan. He already knew what was going on, from the moment you decided to increase your number of sessions with Jeongin, you told your boyfriend, casually, just so he would know what you would be doing after class, not because he needed to know and worry that you were with another guy, because you genuinely have no intention whatsoever with Jeongin.

But boy, did it bother Chan. He thought he knew what Jeongin wanted from you. He could see it, feel it. He knew how someone like him might think, having such a pretty girl teaching him, at his disposal, close to him... Oh, of course Chan was more than upset, and just thinking about it made him furious.

Even Chan tried to convince you not to accept, that you didn’t need the extra money from tutoring if that's what you needed... But no, Chan grimaced and looked at you tenderly, because you were such a sweet person, so pure in his eyes that he knew you were going to do it with the most sincere intentions, trying to help the poor boy younger than you who was in trouble. Chan couldn’t be mad at you; it made him love you even more. But he simply couldn't stand the fact that someone like him was spending what were supposed to be your free afternoons with you, his girlfriend.

Chan knew everything about him, and not just because—although that was a big part of his interest—you were spending time together. But your boyfriend knew exactly what the look Jeongin always gave you meant, without shame, even when you were with Chan.

Jeongin was a flirt, but he was the real player type. His reputation was spot on: a guy from a powerful fraternity, handsome, wealthy, young, and irresponsible. Jeongin was the leader of Chan’s rival fraternity, and he chose it that way, even when Hyunjin and Chan himself wanted to recruit him a few years ago. Rumors said that Jeongin refused because he didn’t want to be a protégé, let alone a follower of Chan.

Since then, Chan didn’t think much of Yang Jeongin... until he came into your life, causing your poor boyfriend so much helplessness with the carefree and brazen way Jeongin clearly tries to flirt with you and seduce you.

But until now, everything was going well. He could tolerate it. He didn’t want to seem toxic by forbidding you or controlling who you could and couldn’t tutor, when he knew perfectly well that you were doing it out of kindness, for a little money, and because you liked to study and/or review more in the process of teaching. You were a dream come true.

So Chan continued with his normal routine. The last message you had sent him was that you were with Jeongin in the east wing library. He mentioned that he was about to go to the gym with some of his friends... and from there, there was no response from you. Chan finished at 5:30 p.m., still without a response from you, when normally you would have already sent him a message to meet you in the library. He tried to relax, not to invade your space, so he went to his dorm room to clean up, take a shower, and wait for you. He got a little distracted chatting with the guys, and when he checked the time, he still didn’t have a message from you.

He insisted again, asking if everything was okay, if you could let him know when to pick you up, but still no response. He called you, and you rejected his call. That was enough. He was slightly annoyed, with a rage that clouded his judgment because at this point he was already heading to the supposed library where you were supposed to be, the last place you told him you would be, with Jeongin.

And you, for your part, like any good girl, would never lie to Chan. You were in the same place, doing what you told him you would be doing. But you were so focused on helping Jeongin with important paperwork, and he asked you if you could extend your hours, and in the end, you agreed, after seeing his big, bright eyes practically begging you and finding him extremely cute. He was like a child to you, younger and in trouble, ready to learn.

You were extremely focused on helping and advancing with Jeongin as much as possible, so you both put your phones on Do Not Disturb mode. You lost track of time and, for a moment, forgot that you hadn’t replied to your boyfriend.

Hours had passed. Jeongin was tired. You started at 3 p.m., took a short break at 5, where you went to the bathroom and got some water, completely forgetting to check your phone. And then, you went back to studying. At a certain point, he was annoyed, but not with you, never with you. The extra hours were just an excuse; Jeongin wanted to be as close to you as possible, for as long as possible.

At first, his infatuation with you was fun. He thought you were hot, a smart and hot girl, and he couldn’t stop fantasizing about you... But as time went by, he admired you more, seeing you with kindness, sweetness, and... not forgetting how much he wanted you.

Jeongin was mesmerized by you. At a certain point in the session, he didn’t even know what you were talking about... he just watched you... your complexion as you held the book, the gentle way you adjusted your glasses. You were so incredible, almost perfect, but you had one small flaw—or so he thought—and that was that you were with Chan.

Chan, Chan, Chan. Jeongin must have known that he would be the start of his problems, since the moment Jeongin joined the rival fraternity, the two of them clashed a little. But now... Jeongin knew you had something going on with Chan; at this point, the whole campus knew, but he didn’t know how serious you were with each other, and he really didn’t care to know. He wanted you for himself, and in his mind, it’s never too late to try and get what he wants so badly.

There was just something about you... Something so cute, delicate, and sweet every time you saw each other. But you were just being nice and professional with him... while Jeongin’s imagination ran wild.

He watched you, more and more... long seconds of intense stares, every move you made seemed to be in slow motion. He watched your profile, your lips moving, your exposed neck, your thin necklace falling down your chest... his breathing quickened a little. Sitting there was tedious, but it was worth it to be close to you and your sweet scent and presence. Jeongin half smiled, losing himself in the small cleavage of your blouse and the fact that you were wearing a skirt.

You weren’t stupid, you knew he was watching you, maybe too much, but you preferred to pretend you didn’t notice, that it wasn’t what it seemed, and that maybe... he was paying attention to you and the session.

He didn’t know if it was fatigue, but somehow you drove him crazier, his desire for you, to kiss you and take you, intensified, so he couldn’t help but flirt with you a little.

“Oh, I’ll get my laptop out now, I’m a little tired of taking notes by hand.”

Jeongin interrupted you. You nodded, slightly confused because he wasn’t really writing anything down, so you just played it cool.

He was sitting to your right, there was a decent distance between you, yet you were still close, but in the middle of that distance was Jeongin’s backpack, so he strategically leaned towards it, getting the cutest and best detailed view of your thighs exposed by your skirt. He licked his lips, in his mind, cursing Chan for getting everything from you. Not believing he was worthy of you. He still believed he could be better than your boyfriend in many ways.

Jeongin took advantage of the opportunity, knowing it was wrong... that he shouldn’t... but an invisible force took hold of him every time he was near you. Besides, you were practically alone. He chose that library because he knew it was rarely frequented, so he pretended to lose his balance a little as he leaned over to hold his laptop, grabbing your thigh tightly, pretending that it was the first thing he could hold on to without damaging his device.

You flinched at his unexpected touch. You looked with fear and astonishment at his hand on your bare thigh. It looked big on your skin, felt cold, and extremely wrong. You also looked at his crouched body.

He quickly regained his posture, placing his laptop on the table and turning it on.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I almost tripped,” he laughed, an awkward chuckle, making him look like a good guy. He looked embarrassed.

You believed him completely, besides being too confused to process how he could have lost his balance... but you had talked to Jeongin so many times, little conversations at the end of tutoring sessions and while walking out of the library and study hall, and in them you remembered that he mentioned that he was a clumsy person, somewhat uncoordinated at sports.

Instead, it was you who blushed and felt more embarrassed. Driving him even crazier. But you let it slide.

You were about to resume your explanation when you noticed that Jeongin quickly and violently moved his backpack, dragged his chair even closer to you, so close that his body bumped into yours, practically surrounding you with his, and in a more carefree tone, he said,

“Where were we?”

His closeness made you uncomfortable and nervous. If you turned your head, you could find his face inches away from yours, almost criminally close.

You noticed his intentions. He wanted to get closer to you; he wanted your attention. You knew it as soon as he rested his hand on the table, subtly caressing yours, and he played with his pen, trying to make you lose yourself in the sight of his attractive, long fingers...

You found him ridiculous. You knew he was just another hormonal kid.

“Aren’t you cold?” he hurried to say, inches from your face. You didn’t want to turn to look at him. “The library is a bit cold, don’t you think? Do you want me to borrow you my jacket?”

You were about to ask him to move away from you. You felt cornered, and your body was stiff. Meanwhile, Jeongin was enjoying it too much... he was almost getting turned on.

“Jeon...”

“Y/n, can I ask you something...?” he interrupted you again, his cool breath hitting your face.

This time, you turned to look at him, slightly embarrassed and annoyed by his cynicism, incredulous that the “respectful boy” you knew had disappeared for a moment. He wasn’t respecting your space, let alone the fact that you were in a serious relationship with Chan.

But... a naive part of you underestimated yourself... You didn’t want to look foolish by telling him that you were misinterpreting his actions and appear arrogant by reminding him of the typical, ‘I have a boyfriend.’

You looked at Jeongin, he looked at your lips and your eyes, having him inches away from you felt so, so wrong. You had Chan.

Chan... arrived just in time, not-so-appropriate in terms of the situation, but at the moment when you were in trouble, the image filled his whole body with anger. He walked across campus to the place where you said you were. His entrance was silent, at first he just wanted to spy, hang around and see if you were there, to sweetly approach you, give you a kiss, and kindly remind you that the tutoring sessions had gone on long enough, that you needed to rest and focus on your own studies and current projects, not focus so much on those of others. He would offer to buy you dinner and go to your apartment together.

He couldn’t be calm leaving you alone with Jeongin; he had to admit it, it was obvious to Chan what Jeongin wanted from you.

But when he saw that scene, oh gosh, everything sweet in his mind shattered and only reaffirmed his thoughts about him.

What was Yang Joengin doing dangerously close to you? The angle looked so bad, everything was so wrong. Chan didn’t want to make assumptions, but anger got the better of him, and he approached you, contrary to his initial plan, with angry steps, stealthily, his attractive face looking obviously unhappy.

“What’s going on here, huh? Is this how you study now?” He appeared suddenly, narrowing his eyes, angrily taking the chair in front of you and sitting down abruptly, his legs spread and his arms crossed.

“Chan...” you whispered, genuinely surprised, turning to look at him.

You knew he was upset. Very upset. He was licking his teeth inside his mouth, breathing deeply, and his gaze was anything but sweet toward you. In fact, his eyes had become sharper and more intimidating.

He wanted an explanation. Now. One that made sense and didn’t increase his intense desire to punch the guy you were teaching.

Jeongin gently pulled away from you, unconcerned, staring at Chan with an arrogant smile, satisfied that your boyfriend had found you like this, not giving a damn how clearly angry he looked. Chan wanted to hit his arrogant face right there, but he stopped and looked at you...

Your eyes sparkled innocently when you saw him. You didn’t know what to say to him, other than that you were obviously just trying to do your job with Jeongin... but he got so close to you. You were embarrassed, knowing how bad it must have looked from Chan’s perspective. You were disappointed. But, oh, Chan—he could never doubt you, or get so angry like that, not with you. He knew you, he knew you would never betray him.

So the whole damn problem came back to Jeongin himself.

Your boyfriend tried to relax. To do his best to act decently, to speak to you sweetly, and not to smash Jeongin's face in, so he just clenched his fist.

“You still here? It’s 7, I thought the tutoring sessions were over...” Chan addressed you exclusively, speaking slowly and sweetly.

“Yes... It’s just that Jeongin needed a little extra time...” you murmured shyly, sad that you had been making your boyfriend angry.

“Extra time?” Chan replied incredulously, chuckling softly. “How long can it take him to learn...” He abruptly took one of your notebooks to read your notes. “Write a 10-page essay on... Charles Dickens. Can’t you read, Jeongin?” he teased him, looking at him with feigned pity and dragging the notebook back to its place. “You have my girl working for you like an actual professor.”

The atmosphere became tense. Jeongin was unconcerned, slightly annoyed, but he didn’t take it too seriously. He remained relaxed, as if nothing had happened, which annoyed Chan even more.

“C’mon, Chan, it’s not just about Dickens...” you tried to say, feeling that your boyfriend was being a little harsh with the younger boy.

Chan couldn’t stand his arrogant face any longer.

“Yeah, Dickens, dickheads,” Chan looked intentionally at the boy, “it’s time to go, baby. You’ve given him enough tutoring for today. Past his regular 2 hours, actually.”

Your boyfriend was about to stand up, waiting for you to follow him, when the carefree and cheeky Jeongin mentioned:

“Didn’t know you set her a curfew,” he challenged him.

Chan stood up and glared at Jeongin. You felt you had to do something, since Chan, being the only one standing, imposed something in a way. And, before your boyfriend could respond with something else reluctantly, you turned to Jeongin and said kindly:

“That’s true... it’s already quite late, let’s not drag out the tutoring sessions or make them tedious. Let’s call it a day.”

Chan smiled softly, happy that you had listened to him. Jeongin, however, wasn’t. He just snorted and thought, Whatever, and began to gather his things without a care. You did the same, starting to gather your things.

Jeongin would have argued more, saying that if that was how he always treated you... but this time, he left it at that.

You and Jeongin stood up from your chairs, your bottoms were a little sore, it was genuinely time to take a break. Chan was about to take your hand and pull you away from him, but Jeongin noticed his intention and quickly stepped forward, taking your forearm and getting your attention.

Chan clenched his jaw at this act, which was exactly the reaction Jeongin was looking for. You were surprised again.

“Thank you very much, Y/n. I don’t know what I would do without you,” he said, in a slightly kinder tone than usual, sounding almost fake. “I didn’t mean to make the session so long, but it helped me a lot, thank you.”

You smiled at him. Uncomfortable, wishing he would let go of you since your boyfriend was there and you didn’t like physical contact very much, unless it was someone you had already allowed it with, like Chan.

Jeongin let go of you. “See you later.”

Jeongin walked away carefree, without a hint of remorse, nor feeling remotely intimidated by Bang Chan, who glared intensely at him as he watched him leave.

“Channie...” you called his name sweetly, to get his attention, you could still tell he was upset.

He turned to look at you and you noticed how he let out a cold:

“I’ll carry your bag, honey.”

Chan took your backpack to put it on his shoulder, trying to act like everything was fine, but you wanted to talk about it.

“Chan. I’m sorry. Don’t be so hard on him...”

Your boyfriend looked at you, his eyes widening, shocked and scandalized for a moment, scaring you slightly.

“He’s insufferable,” he muttered angrily, looking away in the direction of Jeongin.

Your boyfriend quickened his pace, waiting for you to follow, not bothering to hold your hand as he was still quite upset.

“I think he’s just a kid trying to annoy you... and he’s succeeding.”

You caught his attention with your comment, making him turn around abruptly. Chan chuckled and then looked around in disbelief. There was no one there, except for a poor student far away from you, working as an assistant behind a counter, taking care of the place and registering the lending of books and maybe some other people in the other side of the place. Still, Chan tried to calm down, sighed, and was so annoyed, but he refused to make a scene in the middle of the library. But he couldn’t help it; he had to let it out. Even though it hurt him to be harsh with you, he couldn’t take it anymore and decided to be honest with you, speaking to you seriously.

“Are you kidding? Are you defending him now? Didn’t you feel the way he was blatantly hitting on you? Or are you just choosing to ignore it? Do you have any idea what...?” Chan quickly approached you, feeling a rush of fresh air that surprised you a little. “Do you have any idea what I had to see?” he emphasized. “See how close he got to you—I could’ve misinterpreted it. Gosh, Y/n. If he wants to bother me, then he should bother me and not you, but the jerk knows exactly what fucking pisses me off.”

You didn’t respond. You didn’t like seeing him like this. You had never seen him this upset before.

“Well... I said I’m... sorry.”

Chan sighed, acknowledging that he had lost his temper for a moment, and almost spoke to you through gritted teeth. He tried to calm down, but for the moment, he didn’t know exactly what to say.

“It’s not your fault. Let’s get out of here. I’ll take you to your apartment.”

He watched you. You looked confused, your eyes shining—you were somewhere between scared and uncertain. Neither of you wanted that, much less for the reason to be simply jealousy or a younger guy getting in the way of your relationship. But as much as Chan wanted to let it go, he couldn’t, he couldn’t take it lightly, especially when it came to you. He adored you. And besides, it was time for you to discover his true side, one that wasn’t so sweet, one he tried not to show, his jealous and possessive nature. That was how he was. You were his, and nothing could change his mind.

You felt that he wanted to say something, but he held back. The truth was that he couldn’t find the right words to express himself and thought that maybe on the way, he could think better, more clearly, with you by his side.

You followed him, both of you walking in silence through the large library, a silence and a certain distance that was killing you both. So you got his attention by gently taking his arm.

“Wait, Chan,” he turned to look at you intently. “I… I don’t want you to be upset over something ridiculous. You know exactly how I feel about… Jeongin” you murmured, speaking uncertainly because you didn’t even know if it was right to say his name out loud right now, “and you know exactly how I feel and think about you… but you’re right, maybe he’s going a little too far with me, and it would be best to stop seeing him.”

Chan sighed, his gaze softened, and he looked at you tenderly, just the way you loved him to look at you. His heart beat fast; he couldn’t believe you were justifying yourself for something that wasn’t your fault, and that you had come to the conclusion that you would stop teaching him because it bothered him, and not specifically you. At least not as much.

“My dear…” Chan bit his lip innocently, unable to resist, and took your face delicately in his hands. “I’ve told you I can’t be angry with you. You’re not the problem. I’m sorry I got angry, it’s just that…” He took a breath. “I can’t stand how that brat thinks he’s so great that he can flirt with you. You’re my girlfriend, mine alone.”

“Exactly. I’m your girlfriend. I wouldn’t leave you for… him. I understand that.”

“I know you do, baby. But… he doesn’t.”

“That’s why I’m saying it’s better to stop seeing him. I don’t want to make you angry.”

Chan sighed, “Honey, you don’t make me angry. It’s…”

You were both interrupted, or at least that's how it felt when a student casually walked right past you. You both felt slightly embarrassed. Chan pulled away from you and took your wrist to lead you to the back of the bookshelves beside you so you could talk more privately.

“I already told you that it’s him and… I don’t want to forbid you from seeing who you should or not see…”

You bit your lip indecisively as you looked into his eyes. You were both in a dilemma. Chan wanted to tell you that the decision was yours to make, but he also didn’t want to sit idly by until something bigger happened, and he had to intervene when he could have prevented the problem.

“I’ll cancel the tutoring sessions little by little so it doesn’t look like I did it just because you ordered me to.”

A cynical side of Chan would have liked you to do it right away, just because he asked. He was dying to get Yang Jeongin out of your life, but he knew and had a feeling it wouldn’t be that easy.

“Yeah... that’s gonna be a little hard,” Chan looked away from you for a second and bit his lip thoughtfully.

“What do you mean?” you looked at him, confused.

Chan was standing in front of you, almost pinning you against a shelf.

“He won’t go away that easily. I don’t think I can be the one to push him away. You have to be the one to kill his hopes.”

“I’ll do it,” you replied quickly, getting his attention. “I’m not interested in him at all. I want you, Chan.”

He smiled sweetly at you, and you felt your cheeks flush, as you may have sounded a little corny and overly devoted to your boyfriend, but that was how you felt; it was your genuine response. You both felt that the tension and the situation had finally eased a little.

“You’re the sweetest girl ever,” Chan said tenderly. “I haven’t kissed you once since I came for you.”

You pouted slightly and played with the collar of his shirt, inviting him to come closer to you as you gently leaned your body against the large shelf.

“I know... I just didn’t want to mention it.”

He chuckled and leaned toward you to place the sweetest of kisses on your lips. Sweet, soft, meticulous... the only way Chan knows how to do it to you—letting you enjoy the sensation of his lips long enough, savoring the rhythm and motion of your mouths, then taking you by the waist and deepening the kiss, slipping his tongue into you skillfully and stealthily.

You remained like that, playing with each other’s mouths and lips, defying your lack of air so as not to separate, holding each other tightly and both closing your eyes, letting yourselves go.

It was tender, lasting as long as it did, taking breaths between giggles and brushing your nose and lips together.

Whispering little things like, “I’m sorry I got upset, I didn’t mean to talk to you like that.” “I can’t believe you got upset over Jeongin.” “Exactly, he’s a stupid kid who thinks he doesn’t know you’re mine...” Hot and intense whispers from Chan, his warm breath on yours, kneading your skin, “Fuck, yes, you’re so mine, baby girl.”

He took you by surprise, more abruptly, and kissed you with a firm but precise desperation. Chan knew he was losing control more and more, but he still knew what he was doing. He was consistent and kissed you so intimately and dirty, enough to provoke you and leave you breathless, making it clear how much you needed him sexually. Both of you were touching each other, teasing each other, one with more control than the other.

Chan smiled, massaged your butt and thighs while his swollen lips went down your neck, almost incredulous that your pretty cleavage had been Jeongin’s view for hours. He was gently aroused and still felt uncontrollable anger toward your young apprentice, so he didn’t hesitate to nibble, suck, and torture your docile skin, marking what was his, leaving neat hickeys on your neck and breasts.

You moaned at the sensation. Your pussy throbbed hard, your body generating heat. Suddenly, you realized that you were in a public place, on school property.

“Cha-chan,” you whimpered breathlessly, stroking his hair.

He raised his gaze, his tongue, lips, and teeth still attached to you. He made his last mark and regained his composure, leaving you breathless after an intense make-out session. But he, unlike you, had controlled his desire.

“Wear something more provocative next time for that little fucker Yang and make him understand that you’re only mine,” he ordered you firmly, pointing with his gaze at your recent marks, then smiled smugly. “Let’s get out of here, hun.”

You were in your apartment. Alone. Even when you thought things had been sorted out with Chan... you saw him acting a little distant. You spent quite a while wondering if something was still going on... if something was bothering him, since you could still see that he was slightly pensive.

You even offered him to spend the night, because you wanted him close, but he excused himself, saying he had to take care of some things at home.

But he wanted to think about some things, as well as figure out how to get rid of Jeongin, because he still wasn’t satisfied with closing the issue.

So there you were, in your comfortable clothes, about to rest—you wouldn’t turn on your laptop, you wouldn’t take anything out of your backpack. It was late and you were about to relax. It had been raining for a while and you were resigned to spending a quiet night, distracting yourself with whatever you could until you got sleepy, but all you could think about was how much you wanted Chan to be with you right now, on a night like this.

But just as you were about to walk into your living room, cookies in hand, remembering that you would say good night to your boyfriend, a knock on your door startled you completely. At first you were shocked, as the atmosphere made you alert, being alone and it was raining outside, to a certain extent making you feel defenseless.

But then there was another knock. Unnecessary and somewhat impatient. But enough to cheer you up and let you know exactly who it was. He knew the passcode to your apartment, yet he waited.

You dropped everything and almost ran to your door. You were so happy, you could only think about who was behind it, without even thinking about the small details.

Finally, you opened the door, expecting to see Chan, and you did, but not exactly the way you had imagined.

“Christopher!” you exclaimed, almost breathless, opening your eyes in surprise.

Chan smiled at you attractively, narrowing his eyes, adorning his handsome face every time he smiled at you, and looked at you sweetly. You were so surprised. Chan was standing in front of you, soaked, and you had so many questions that suddenly none of them could come out of your mouth.

You looked at him, perhaps more than necessary, his dark wet hair, his pale face shining with water, his tight clothes, especially that useless, thin black T-shirt he was wearing, clinging to his body, showing off his abs. Was it raining that hard?

“Let’s go outside,” he suggested, almost in a seductive tone, still smiling, noticing how intensely you were looking at him.

You blinked suddenly, seeing him like that left you stunned, but you snapped out of your trance and looked at him, confused. He looked so cute like that, you couldn’t deny it... But common sense was scratching all kinds of questions in your mind.

“Wait, what? You’re crazy, and soaked, come inside and dry off... Did you walk all the way he-”

“Come on, let’s play in the rain.”

He interrupted you. It looked just like one of those occasions when he wouldn’t give you a single answer, and you had no choice but to go along with him. He sounded serious, but playful. You played along, but only in the sweet way he spoke, not in actually wanting to go out and get wet. Nothing he was doing made any sense, nor why he was standing there at your door, at night, soaking wet. Sometimes you just want to enjoy yourself... let yourself go, not question anything, and enjoy the beautiful sight of your very attractive boyfriend, drenched by the rain, standing in your doorway, with his beautiful bright eyes, looking like something out of a movie; but your sense of responsibility told you:

“You’re crazy, it’s pouring rain outside,” you scoffed. “How-how did you even get here to get so wet? You’re gonna catch a cold like that, for God’s sake, Chan, come inside so you can dry off. I’ll bring you a towel.”

Your boyfriend didn’t contradict you; he remained silent and looked at you with a tender, obedient gaze, like a sweet puppy being scolded. He convinced you, genuinely did, so for some reason you waited for him to enter your apartment, you moved away from the door a little and saw his intentions to do so; but as soon as you let your guard down, Chan took your body unexpectedly, making you sigh at the cold sensation of your body getting wet, and he carried you with ease, placing your abdomen on his strong shoulder.

“Oh. My. God. Chan! What are you doing? Put me down now!”

You weren’t upset, you didn’t sound that way at all. He chuckled, closed your door, and walked down the hallway with your body on him, toward the elevator.

“Chan, put me down! I don’t want to go out. You’re getting me wet!” you gently patted him on the back.

“Nothing I haven’t done before,” he teased at your last comment, pressing the elevator button with his free hand.

You felt your cheeks burn. It was so silly and sweet that for a second, you felt like a little schoolgirl with the innocence of her first love, teasing her boyfriend. You could hear your flushed giggles, his ears turning tenderly red.

“You’re getting soaked everywhere!” you continued, scolding him playfully.

You both entered the elevator, and that’s when he finally put you down gently. Chan quickly turned his back to the buttons, blocking you from even using them with his body.

“When was the last time you were in the rain?” he asked you, playing sweetly.

“A few months ago, when I had to go back to my apartment and was coming from college,” you replied reluctantly, joking.

He rolled his eyes and rephrased the question, “When was the last time you had fun in the rain?”

You sighed, pretending to be annoyed.

“If I get sick, it’ll be your fault.”

“You know I’ll take care of you, sweetie,” he said tenderly, unable to resist the distance between you and walking toward you to caress your cheeks tenderly.

“You’re going to get sick too, idiot.”

He looked at you, surprised and feigning offense. The next thing you knew, his hand was taking yours and dragging you out of the building. Getting you both completely wet.

You smiled in surprise, the water was cold and hitting your body violently.

“Fuck, Chris! My slippers got wet!”

“Hey, watch your language...” your boyfriend warned you gently.

He moved dangerously close to you, putting his big hands on your waist, holding you tightly, and pressing you against his body. You were so busy thinking about how wet you were getting, how it was slightly ridiculous but romantic, and you didn’t know whether to be upset or happy; however, Chan’s pull on your body made you understand everything. You slowly raised your gaze and met his eyes. It was a beautiful, dark, starry night, and he looked even more handsome. You smiled at him, feeling warmth in your body despite the cold autumn rain that drenched your bodies.

And the moment lasted like that, you captured it, and it became magical. You and Chan, with no worries other than enjoying the rain... but the passing of a car on the street brought you back to your senses and broke the magical moment, at least for you, since Chan didn’t let go of you and was still lost in the image of your sweet wet face, your flattened hair, your damp eyelashes, everything about you that took his breath away and made his heart beat fast. He knew exactly how he felt, and right now he wasn’t afraid to express it out loud.

You started to blush, feeling hot and nervous. Chan was watching you too intently, too intensely.

“Come on, Chan. Let’s go inside. This isn’t a K-drama. People are going to think we’re crazy. I can’t even see you through the rain.”

He chuckled, wrapping his arms around you tighter, making it harder for you to escape his grip.

“Why do you care what people think?” he murmured, barely audible.

“What?”

“Y/n, I don’t want to fight anymore, or for you to think that I feel threatened by some little idiot who has a crush on you. But I don’t blame him, look at you, you’re beautiful. I’m so lucky. And c’mon, even in your pajamas and soaking wet, you’re beautiful.”

Chan took a step back, looking you up and down, licking his lips at the small detail of your wet breasts, your thin lace bralette visible through your loose white V-neck shirt. “Mmm, I love your top, it looks even cuter wet and clinging to your body.”

You blushed even more. His words sounded so genuine, his gaze was still intense, and his voice sounded so good alongside the sound of the drops hitting the floor. You wanted to kiss him so badly, with that poor lighting, his whole demeanor made him look wonderful.

“Okay... I thought we had already cleared that up. Did you come here just for...?” you hissed, almost in a slow sigh, letting yourself be carried away by the soft tension that was building.

“I came to see you. I wanted to go for a walk and the rain caught me and... I came to you and thought I wanted to see you exactly like this...”

“Like what...”

Chan giggled, looking at your eyes and lips, lost in thought, not even knowing what he was talking about.

“I love you.”

He confessed, in the air, loud enough to leave you speechless. You thought he wasn’t serious, but you heard him loud and clear. He was sincere... it felt so right, something you didn’t bother to repeat because you felt the same way.

Chan caught your slight expression of confusion and then your entire face, softening. What could you know about love? But you were sure it was the most accurate explanation for your feelings every time you were with him or thought about him.

“I love you, too.”

You both smiled, lost in each other, until he leaned toward you, cupping your cheek, teasing you with his closeness and brushing gently your nose with his and kissing you. His lips were wet, rain falling on both your faces, but it felt so magical. His hands gently explored your body, and his mouth guided you to the sweetest of pleasures with a meaning as genuine and innocent as the love you had just confessed for each other.

And then there you were, playing like two idiots in love in the rain.

The next morning was even sweeter. You both returned to your apartment soaked and with an uncontrollable hunger for each other, kissing as if you were unable to separate from one another, then ending up naked, trying to dry yourselves off, sweetly teasing each other without crossing the thin line of initiating anything sexual, and, between giggles, you forced him to take a shower, you did the same, and you simply ended up falling asleep cuddled up together.

It was so sweet, even when you woke up on your own, accustomed to your strict schedule without needing your alarm, slowly opening your eyes, and the first sensation in your body upon becoming conscious was that of your boyfriend’s warm body, heavy, asleep, and tenderly carefree.

You looked at Chan, both of you were so snuggled up that your first reaction was to smile tenderly, from the position you were in, your leg over his body and him hugging you, his natural curls gently tickling your skin and his face caressing your chest, barely covered by your little tank top.

He looked so cuddly, precious, and soft, sleeping peacefully, his big arms and muscular build exposed since he wasn’t wearing a shirt, tightly attached to yours. You stayed like that, enjoying the sight of his puffy, pink lips, looking so comfortable on your body, you weren’t even sure how you ended up sleeping in that position.

However, something inside you felt the need to know exactly what time it was. The day was still cloudy, so you couldn’t even use the sun’s rays as a guide. Besides, you wanted your cell phone right away to take pictures of Chan, to tease him after how he acted tough, when the truth was that he was a complete softie with you, sleeping with his head on your chest, hugging you as if he didn’t want to let you go. And he didn’t want to let you go; as soon as you moved slightly, stretching your arm to reach for your cell phone on the nightstand, Chan felt you and slowly woke up.

Chan took a deep breath, stretched his muscles a little without letting go of you completely, and slowly opened his eyes, raising his gaze to meet yours, looking at your tender face, also just awake. And both of you locked eyes, in addition to how warm and close your bodies were, you both looked at each other like two lovers in love, having just confessed something so intimate to each other.

Chan groaned, still sleepy, trying to adjust to the dim light that now illuminated your room, and complained softly, whining, that you were moving to reach for your cell phone. You had to check the time; even at the first moment of the day, you had to be so responsible, and that made your boyfriend whimper softly. He wanted to be there, with you, hugging a little longer, not worrying about anything, and just enjoying each other’s scent and warmth.

“Good morning, princess. What are you doing?”

His voice was thick, raspy, vibrant, almost making you shiver. You adored him so much. And his face was perfect, with full, puffy lips and small eyes that lit up when he saw you. But you had to return to reality and face your day. You also wanted to spend the whole morning with him, in your apartment, like the quiet weekend mornings that you both loved so much.

“Good morning, Channie... I have to check the time... it’s...”

You replied, finally seeing that the clock read 8:05 a.m. You had to get ready for your first class.

“Come on, I know you don’t have your first class until 9:20 on Fridays.”

You sighed. Chan adjusted his body, snuggling closer to you, caressing you, and making the sheets rustle.

“It’s 8 o’clock, Chan, I have to get ready.”

Chan whimpered and growled, intentionally hugging you tighter and hiding his face in your chest again.

“Please don’t do this, stay,” he begged, his voice still hoarse. “It’s okay if you skip a class or two... come on, I’ll make you breakfast if you want.”

You chuckled. He looked particularly cute and sounded sweetly needy. You were about to protest, but a notification distracted you.

Everything was perfect, but you had just received a message from Jeongin:

Yang Jeongin can we meet today?

So it happened just as Chan told you. Jeongin texted you to ask if you could meet up, canceled his tutoring sessions, saying that you had already helped him enough that week and that he just wanted to talk to you. Chan didn’t exactly force you to wear a top with a neckline low enough to show your marks, but you agreed to his idea and covered them very poorly with a very light concealer, intending to show that your boyfriend’s hickeys were there.

Chan coordinated everything from afar. Jeongin invited you to a café, while your boyfriend waited far enough away to not be seen, but to be with you as soon as you told him the conversation was over.

Jeongin’s original plan was to be a gentleman. He regretted acting childish and so hasty with you yesterday. He wanted to apologize and sweet-talk you with his voice and words. He didn’t care about Chan at all. It was you who was of complete interest to him. Dealing with your boyfriend came later. Jeongin first wanted to win you over and thus remove Chan from his path.

So, he saw you enter the café, greeted you with a big smile, and pointed out which table he was at. You looked beautiful, but as soon as you both approached each other, he pulled out your chair and waited for you to sit down. Jeongin noticed everything. The aggressive hickeys on your skin, lightly, almost barely covered with makeup, as if you hadn’t even bothered to do it properly.

“Y/n. Hello! What would you like to drink?”

Jeongin clenched his jaw, pretending that everything was fine. His patience quickly ran out.

“Hot chocolate is fine.”

“I’ll be right back. Would you like some cookies with that?”

You nodded. Jeongin hurried to the counter without even waiting for a waiter to approach. He needed to calm down a little… to remember that he had to be a gentleman to win you over, to get Chan out of his way.

As he waited for the drink, he wondered what Chan was really like and how someone like him could get you. Were you perhaps too gullible?

Jeongin approached you with your drink and cookies. He had already ordered.

“So…” he said, slightly nervous, sitting down across from you.

He was quite cute and attractive, but you could never see him that way, not with the same eyes you saw Chan. However, Jeongin tried to put aside how much those hickeys bothered and distracted him and tried to strike up a conversation. You talked relaxed, calmly, and sweetly for 10 minutes, the words flowing naturally between you. He apologized for yesterday and subtly tried to get information about Chan out of you.

By that point, you had finished your drinks and all the cookies. You were a little sad because sometimes you thought you could find a friend in Jeongin, since you had never had a male friend with whom everything was so natural… but it was obvious that you knew his intentions and how he subtly kept flirting with you.

“Ah, I wanted to ask you something… well, rather invite you… or just know if you’re going, although,” he sighed, “at this point you must already know from Chan,” he said, slightly indignant.

You listened attentively, almost without blinking, but mentioning Chan took you by surprise, and you expressed confusion, yet Jeongin continued.

“Tomorrow? The annual fall event? The midnight society?” Jeongin mentioned it casually, just to make sure you were following him, to see on your face that you understood what he was talking about.

But your face reflected the exact opposite. You had no idea what he was talking about.

“Oh, you don’t know?” You shook your head gently, and Jeongin chuckled, incredulous and happy, thinking that maybe you and Chan didn’t share everything about each other. He leaned on the table, unable to control his happiness that he was the one who was actually going to invite you. “You know that this month is the university’s founding anniversary, right?” He began to speak more cautiously. “Every year, all the senior fraternities organize this kind of secret party with all the fraternities and sororities of the uni. Guests must be invited exclusively by a member of the fraternities and they use secret codes and shit like that. There’s always a theme; this year it’s like The Phantom of the Opera or something. You really don’t know? Chan is literally in charge of the event.”

You didn’t know how to respond… suddenly, you were inundated with information about secret societies at the university… You wondered why Chan never told you about it. Was it really that secret? What could you know if you never even tried to apply to the school’s old system?

“Okay. I’ll invite you. Color palette: black, red, white, silver. Dress as you please. Wear a minimalist mask. The Dongwook clubhouse, just before midnight. Tell him the fox sent you and…”

“The fox?” You giggled, almost so caught up in the conversation that you suddenly lost your seriousness.

“I know! Stupid, right? But that’s how it has to be, and the code is... noctis vox... remember it well because I can’t even tell you by text.”

“Really?”

“No, I’m kidding! I’ll text you all the details. Hope to see you there.”

You spent the next few long minutes talking a little about the background of fraternity life... it was an unfamiliar topic, since Chan hardly ever talked about it. And you’d be lying if you said it didn’t pique your curiosity. It did, and it made you feel a little overwhelmed with intrigue as to why Chan hadn’t invited you, or even mentioned it.

Chan noticed that you were acting particularly strange after you met with Jeongin. He playfully asked you if he had been upset when he saw your hickeys, and you responded distantly.

He drove you to your apartment, where you had previously agreed that Chan would spend the night... but you were still deep in thought.

He approached you again, setting aside the dinner he was about to cook for you, and asked you gently:

“What’s wrong? Is something wrong? You really seemed different after the coffee thing. Did that fucker do something to you? Y/n, love, sweetheart, tell me, did that fucker dared t...”

You looked him in the eyes. He knew exactly that something was wrong. Chan looked worried.

“No, Channie, it’s nothing like that,” you interrupted him.

“Then what? You know you can tell me anything.”

And he was right. It seemed ridiculous to you to be upset about something so absurd, to hide how you felt from him right after you had openly confessed how much you loved each other and shown yourselves to be extremely vulnerable. But you couldn’t stop thinking... why was he acting like nothing had happened? What was his plan? Not to attend that important party? Or to sneak out at midnight without saying a word to you? Why hadn’t he told you... Besides, you were terrified by the way Jeongin told you about it—a club in the middle of the forest, after midnight, wearing masks and without phones, forbidding anyone from talking about that night once it was over at dawn... Like a fucking remake of Eyes Wide Shut, you were scared of rich kids doing stupid things, and you also had a right to feel jealous, knowing that other girls were going to be there.

“It’s just that... why...” You almost dared to say it, but sighed resignedly, “Forget it.”

He took your arm. “No, Y/n, honey. Tell me.”

You grimaced uncomfortably and nervously adjusted your glasses.

“Why didn’t you tell me anything about tomorrow’s party? You weren’t planning on going?”

Chan examined your face and body language and let out a confused, “What?”

“The annual fall party... or something like that—at midnight?”

“Oh. How do you know that?” He quickly answered himself. “Oh, right, he told you.”

“And?”

“And what, baby?”

His calmness made you a little desperate.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because it’s ridiculous. I’m not even going! I’d rather be with you.”

You narrowed your eyes. It was sweet... but his answer disappointed you in a way. You weren’t expecting that.

“You’re not going...? Don’t you have to go because you’re the leader of the frat?”

“I left Hyunjin in charge. He’ll go for me.”

You nodded softly, didn’t answer, and went to sit on the sofa. Your gaze was still lost. You had more questions now that you knew more. Even if he wasn’t going... You would have liked him to mention it to you; maybe you would have wanted to go. Maybe not.

Chan knelt down in front of you, knowing that the problem wasn’t solved.

“Now what, princess? Tell me everything,” he said, placing his warm, large hands on your knee.

You looked at him. “I don’t know... why don’t you want to go?”

“Because,” he sighed, “you know that kind of event isn’t my thing. I want to be taken seriously and break away from that frat boy, party image. I want to graduate with you, find a job, support you in your master’s degree, be with you... You know I’m only in the fraternity because of the Bang tradition or whatever.”

You smiled at him. You found what he said truly sweet. It was true, there was no reason to force him to do something you knew he didn’t like... but you had another reason that you were afraid to say out loud just this once.

“It’s okay, Channie. I understand.”

He sat down next to you. “Why the sudden interest?” Your silence spoke for itself. “Oh, you wanted to go?”

You shrugged. Downplaying it, but it was the truth. Maybe Chan wanted to leave that life behind and enjoy his senior year more quietly, but for you, it was completely the opposite... You felt like you were just opening up a little more, so a party with that kind of theme piqued your interest. At the end of the day, you were just a young, inexperienced girl.

“I don’t know. I won’t know if you don’t even tell me,” you joked.

He understood.

“Oh, darling, I’m sorry. It’s my fault. Do you want to go?”

You looked at your boyfriend, looking exquisitely handsome in a tailor-made all-black suit. On Saturday afternoon, you went out on the town and he spoiled you with lots of things—a black designer dress, jewelry, and shoes. You thought it was too much, but Chan refused to accept your modesty.

“You look so good, honey. It's like Eyes Wide Shut and Fifty Shades of Grey, you frat kids are insane, actually” you commented, adjusting your boyfriend’s cloak and pinning his fraternity pin to his suit.

“I think the cloak is too much.”

Chan laughed, unable to contain his joy at seeing you happy. It was obvious that you wanted to attend this kind of party, one you never thought you’d go to. Another college party that was unlike the rest, in a private and exclusive club owned by Hyunjin’s family, everyone dressed elegantly, with no cell phones allowed inside.

“I think I want to make love to you with that cape on,” you said, teasing him just before leaving.

“And with the mask. Oh, baby, you’re kinda kinky,” he continued the joke, quickly putting on the mask and taking it off while holding it on its stick.

Chan blushed and, amid sweet giggles, you both finally headed to the party. And you understood everything, just as you finally arrived, the place was beautifully decorated, with lovely artistic details. That’s why Chan told you he had left Hyunjin in charge, because in the end he took care of almost everything.

You were nervous. It was true. It was the kind of place where the perfect crime could happen and no one would say anything, all the rich kids there would get away with it, or at least the ones who were luckier than others, since the ordinary people who managed to get into fraternities and sororities without as much money as the rest, well, they had it a little complicated. But it was good to be holding Chan’s hand. Always, and it eased your anxiety about going through the crowd.

And the show began. Right at midnight, or so you thought. The lights went out, the music stopped, and Chan had to be part of the center of the dance floor, along with other boys and girls wearing their cloaks, which only they wore, imitating a kind of ritual that made your hair stand on end. It was terrifying for a moment.

But everything returned to normal within a few minutes. The party began like any other. Chan returned to your side and took you to chat a little with his group of friends. Felix invited you to have a drink and, for some reason, you turned to look at your boyfriend with sparkling eyes, getting his absolute approval.

So you headed to the bar with Felix, shouting over the loud music to ask him what exactly he recommended. Felix ordered for both of you, and as you waited quietly for your drinks, you felt a hand touch your shoulder. You turned around excitedly, thinking it was Chan, but your smile faded a little when you saw Jeongin.

“Y/n, hey, you came. I assumed you would when I saw Chan at the start of the ceremony. I was looking for you.”

You smiled nervously at him. Felix also turned around, including himself, and at the same time, not including himself at all in the conversation that Joengin clearly wanted to strike up.

“Yes... in the end... I was quite curious about your secret societies.”

“Ah, nothing like that, it’s just an excuse and a bunch of college students getting drunk and wearing suits and dresses.”

You giggled, and just then, Felix brushed your arm, friendly to pass you your first drink.

“Are you going to drink tonight?”

You shrugged, nodding and taking a sip of your drink, feeling slightly uncomfortable in his presence. You had already decided to distance yourself from him little by little. So far, Jeongin hadn’t confessed anything to you, so it seemed embarrassing to suddenly tell him you weren’t interested in him, plus it seemed silly to say something like that when it was obvious. You’re not interested. You’re with Chan.

“It’s a party,” you replied nonchalantly.

He looked at you intently for a few long seconds. He looked you up and down boldly while subtly biting his lip.

“Well, yeah. I’ll order some drinks too.”

Jeongin turned away, leaving you a little confused, and you saw him walk over to a girl behind him. The girl was chatting amiably with another group of girls, and as soon as Jeongin approached her, she happily stumbled over to his side, standing in front of you and Felix. She had a huge smile on her face, and you could read “What?” on her lips. Jeongin repeated something in her ear, and as she listened, her eyes wandered around, finding you and Felix there. You both noticed how the girl’s big smile slowly faded. She replied to Jeongin with what you heard was the name of a drink, and he leaned over the bar to order them.

You felt strange and out of place. You felt like the girl was looking at you too closely, but you assumed it was because she was obviously a little tipsy. Still, you took another sip of your drink, not knowing how to say you were leaving... and trying to hide a sigh of relief at the thought that Jeongin had come with a girl. Which meant that at least now he could leave you alone for a while, or so you thought. Besides, you found her extremely pretty, good for him, you thought. The girl was petite, even in heels, slim, with pale skin, straight red hair, big hazel eyes, straight eyebrows, pretty lips, and freckles. You couldn’t have thought of anyone better for Jeongin—if you even thought about it.

You glanced at Felix, but your boyfriend’s blond friend looked too serious for some reason. Even so, all of this happened in a matter of seconds, but you were still sober and could notice all those little details. So, the girl looked away from you and saw Felix, smiled warmly at him, and said.

“Oh, hi, Felix.”

“Hey, Kaia,” he greeted her, and you looked at him, mildly surprised that they knew each other, but you found it normal since Felix was popular. “Did you come with Jeongin?”

Still, it seemed strange to you how a little uncomfortable Felix looked; he never looked like that. You thought that maybe it was because of Jeongin and because he wanted to get out of the situation and go back to his friends.

“Mmm, well, kind of...” she said with a smirk on her lips. “I’m one of the girls now,” she added enthusiastically, proudly pointing to the pin of a sorority on her strapless dress. “You came with...” she rambled for a second, not knowing your name.

She knew it. The girl looked at you as if she knew you—and she did—so intensely every time she looked in your direction.

“Y/n? No. She’s a friend, she’s with someone else,” Felix replied quickly, slightly nervous and trying to save the situation from becoming too awkward.

For a second, you wondered if it was right to introduce yourself. But Felix had already done it for you. You felt a little small and shy; it wasn’t like you wanted to seem rude.

“There you go,” Jeongin interjected and turned, gently handing his drink to the person you now knew as Kaia, who mumbled a thanks. “You guys met already?” he added.

Kaia took the lead, taking a sip of her drink first. “No. Not really. I’m Kaia, I’m a performing arts major. Nice to meet you,” she replied quickly, coldly, and almost obligingly.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Y/N.”

She smiled at you, but her slightly annoyed face distracted you a little, and without realizing it, you didn’t introduce yourself the same way she did. But she didn’t seem angry with you, but rather with her companion. But you didn’t want to be there anymore, reading people and deciphering expressions. You wanted to be with Chan, and the drink in your hand was starting to bother you.

“Well, I have to go. I’ll be with Chan... um, on that side of his frat house table” you told Jeongin.

Jeongin smiled with a strange satisfaction, and both Kaia and Felix looked uncomfortable that you had made that comment.

“I understand. He’s waiting for you,” Jeongin said, in a mocking tone that was difficult to decipher.

But his smile widened as soon as the real show began, and his target approached you. Chan appeared, next to you and Felix, and was about to complain that he was there for some drinks for Hyunjin since, as he had taken care of everything and Chan had hardly been involved in the event, Chan owed him one and Hyunjin had warned him that he would treat him as he pleased throughout the night... However, he was initially stunned to see Jeongin, not very happy to have him there, but another feeling came over him as soon as he saw Kaia standing next to him.

It was obvious that you didn’t even know who she was. But Chan was annoyed because he knew exactly that Jeongin was the one who knew everything and that he had brought you both together just to annoy him later. He couldn’t believe it; the young man was testing his patience more and more.

“Hey, Chan. Do you want some drinks, or were you looking for your girlfriend? I see you can’t leave her alone for even five minutes. Afraid something might happen?” Jeongin hissed, arrogant and amused.

Chan glared at him, not responding because he was determined to be more mature about the situation, to stay calm and not fall back into something you had already discussed. Besides, he thought there was no reason to get angry. You loved him, he knew that, and that mattered to him.

“I’ll get some drinks from Hyunjin. If you want, you can go to our area now, honey,” Chan said loudly in your ear.

You said goodbye awkwardly to Jeongin and the girl, but as you did, you couldn’t help but notice the way Kaia looked at Chan, so deeply, her eyes bright and wide open, almost a frightened look. Chan looked normal, calm; he didn’t see her that way. And before you left with Felix, you heard Chan greet her softly with a simple “Hey,” but then he walked away to the other end of the bar to order.

You left there extremely confused, wondering if they knew each other, but you decided to ignore it, because you knew he was popular, because when you saw Chan, now wearing his suit, finally without that scary cloak, with the buttons of his shirt open, revealing a little of his chest... You thought that maybe the girl had a crush on your boyfriend. It bothered you, but you didn’t blame her. Besides, he was right there, right next to you.

And the party continued. This time, you didn’t drink much, just enough to lift your spirits and dare to dance with Felix, Changbin, and Chaeryeong, his date. You were having a good time, talking with them. Every now and then, Chan would join you and then watch you from afar, enjoying yourself. Later, Changbin and Chaeryeong were the first to leave, and Felix asked you for a moment to go to the bathroom, so you were left alone, and you were about to go back to Chan when you suddenly felt a strong urge to touch up your makeup. At that point, you knew you were walking a fine line between drunkenness and sobriety.

But you felt fine. Different, so you bravely walked on your own, determined to find the bathroom by yourself so you could touch up your lipstick. In a fleeting thought, you imagined touching up your makeup and returning to Chan, sitting on his lap and kissing him. That’s what you wanted to do. Your emotions were playing tricks on you, your thoughts were betraying you, suddenly you missed him terribly, even though you had seen him a few minutes ago and knew he was there, waiting for you. It was the alcohol betraying you a little.

You continued on your way, still lost in the crowd and in hallways with people drinking, kissing, and chatting with their masks on, and suddenly you felt a hand on your shoulder again.

“Hello. Where are you going, sweetie?”

It was Jeongin. He seemed to be your shadow.

“Oh, I was just going to touch up my makeup. It’s nothing.”

“Are you sure this is the way?” he joked. “I know where you can do that, follow me.”

Jeongin took you to a brighter space, with few people chatting, the music sounding slightly distant. You were impressed, as you didn’t know the place could be that big. Because maybe you weren’t entirely sober and thinking clearly...

And Jeongin didn’t give up, he kept openly flirting with you, asking you how long you’d been dating Chan, taking advantage of the fact that you weren’t sober and throwing out the comment:

“Hmm, the way he looks with you, it might last longer than it did with Kaia.”

You were putting on your lip gloss when that comment took you by surprise.

“What?”

“Oh, you know, Chan and Kaia...” he read your confused reaction. “Don’t you know? Why wouldn’t he tell you?”

It was obvious that Jeongin knew you had no idea; he knew it from the moment you acted so innocently when she was right in front of you. Your silence perpetuated everything. Sobriety and responsibility were returning to you, as you felt you were about to hear something important.

“Kaia is Chan’s ex, they dated for about 7 months when she was in sophomore year. Now she’s in my class, and we take theatrical literature together. You know, the usual.”

Jeongin kept talking, but you weren’t paying attention. Your mind went silent... and all you could think about was that she was his ex-girlfriend. Right before you, she existed, and that tormented you. It was your first time experiencing a relationship. Your first time experiencing and realizing that your boyfriend’s ex-girlfriend was a beautiful little redhead with a big smile who studied art. You wished it didn’t bother you so much, but it did.

You didn’t doubt Jeongin’s information; your instinct told you that he was telling you the truth. There must have been a reason for Felix’s discomfort, for Kaia’s bright eyes when she saw Chan. Who broke up with whom? You couldn’t help thinking and thinking...

And, without realizing it, just as you gently raised your gaze, Chan approached you with quick steps. He was looking for you. Suddenly, he lost sight of you, Felix didn’t know where you were, and neither of you had your cell phones. And, to his not-so-pleasant surprise, you were with Jeongin, in a more private area, and Chan could bet that its use was restricted, since Hyunjin strictly marked the places where his property could be used.

“Oh, god. Do you always have to appear out of nowhere?” Jeongin said to Chan, annoyed but amused.

“Cute chatting, huh?” Chan said.

Chan tried to calm down. But every time his instincts pushed him to the limit, you always appeared next to Jeongin. He was annoyed again. Definitely letting go of the maturity he had set out to use. He was so pissed off.

“Yang Jeongin... I’m taking my girlfriend with me, okay?”

Chan replied through gritted teeth, slowly losing his composure.

Jeongin rolled his eyes and shrugged. And watched you leave. Chan grabbed your wrist, almost dragging you away. You could tell he was upset, but you were too, too much so, you felt that he wasn’t the only one who had a right to be angry.

“Chan-Chan,” you protested, half-heartedly, tired of having to watch another scene.

He took you to a bathroom. A single bathroom, very fitting for such an elegant place, and locked the door. You were both upset, but with the slight effect of alcohol still lingering in your system, the way Chan looked made you rethink whether you were really upset at all; his eyes darkened, he licked his lips, and his whole demeanor looked so attractive as he tried to maintain his sanity.

“We need to talk. Talk about something that had already been resolved. Weren’t you going to distance Jeongin from you? When are you going to tell him to stop bothering you? Or is it that you like having his attention, huh? Is that it? Why are you sneaking away like this? You know, we don’t have our cell phones.” Chan started saying one thing, but just by saying something, he exploded, he couldn’t resist it, he spoke more and more harshly, his veins popping out in his neck.

You felt stunned. With nothing to defend yourself with, you just blurted out:

“And you? What about you, Chan, huh?”

“What about me, what? You didn’t answer m...”

“Kaia,” you interrupted him, silencing him.

He sighed, annoyed and tired, not believing he had to deal with this right now.

“Wh-what about her, what are you talking about, sweetheart. You’re so drunk.”

He knew you knew. He could see it in your tender gaze, slightly dulled, but it didn’t seem right to him, since he was convinced that Chan hadn’t been in contact with her since they broke up, but instead you... and another guy who wasn’t him... oh, he was almost dying of jealousy.

“No. I know. When were you going to tell me about her?”

“What was I going to tell you about her? She’s not even part of my life anymore. But you, you’re everything. Did you see me approach Kaia even once tonight?”

You remained silent... thinking that maybe he had a point, but you came up with a quick comeback.

“Why? Didn’t you approach her because you knew I was watching?”

“Don’t be ridiculous. You know I don’t talk about... my exes because they’re not relevant. But you, my God, I let my guard down for a second, and you’re back with Jeongin. I thought we’d already talked about that.”

“Yes. We only talked about me, but never about you! Who else was with you besides her? Anything else I should know?” you raised your voice.

“Baby, watch your tone when you talk to me. Don’t yell,” he warned slowly, moving closer to you. “Don’t bring up things from the past, honey,” he pinned you against the door, piercing you with his gaze and leaving you breathless. “You know very well that you are my present and future. And I don’t want that to be damaged by some silly junior guy, okay, beautiful?”

He was intimidating you. And it was working well; you almost swallowed hard when you saw him, your legs were almost shaking, and there was something about him that suddenly made you so obedient.

“We good, sweetie?” You nodded slowly. “Good,” he said, bringing his hands to your face and holding it delicately. “Because you know I won’t tolerate that boy showing you off as if you were his. You’re mine, understand?”

You nodded again. Breathless, a little turned on by having him so close, plus his voice was rough, demanding. And your boyfriend in a suit wasn’t exactly making you feel good and sane.

“Then, kiss me, beautiful.”

You almost melted right there, forgetting your anger as soon as his lips touched yours, giving you the deepest, most passionate kiss, the way only he knows how to do with you, the way only he knows how to leave you breathless and with your emotions on edge, always needing more and more of him. You dropped your small handbag, stunned, and touched him.

“Anything else to add or say, sweetheart?” he whispered, slightly agitated on your lips.

“It’s just that...” you paused.

He looked at you almost warningly, waiting for an answer. You thought you were being dramatic; you never saw his ex as a problem, and you didn’t even want to know more about her. You just wanted to be with him. And that kiss spoke for itself. You sighed.

“I love you.”

You whispered shyly on his lips.

“I love you too, my dear” he replied tenderly. “I hope you understand why I’m reacting this way.”

You knew. Chan loved that way, and it drove you crazy. He kissed you again, this time pushing you more roughly toward the door and kissing you more passionately. His hands began to roam your body mercilessly, and the situation was heating up; you could both feel it.

You tried to adapt to his rhythm, to his desperate lips with an insatiable energy for you, to his tongue playing with you. You didn’t even have time to process that something sexual was beginning to develop between you, and you just let yourself go, feeling more and more, slowly igniting in a pleasurable agony that overwhelmed your weak body. You could never feel soft and beautifully aroused for Chan; you always had to seem needy when it came to him, no matter how much you wanted to control it, because he kissed and touched you so well...

The arousal also grew in Chan’s body. There was something so damn hot about claiming that you were his, something that filled him with so much pride. First the hickeys, and now he was going to fuck you there just for the sheer pleasure of both of you, and he was going to do it so jealously until you whimpered and remembered who you belonged to. He could already visualize your tired body being held by him, fucking you, and that made his cock even harder.

His lips moved down your neck, subtly teasing the marks that were just beginning to heal a little. His large hands squeezed your waist, your bare thighs, and you sighed as soon as you felt him lift your tight dress up to your stomach, exposing your panties. Chan was working fast, but at the same time with a patience that only built your pleasure.

He pulled away from you and with a mischievous smile, pulled your dress down from your breasts in one swift motion, leaving you vulnerably exposed again, making you moan softly. Your cheeks flushed. Chan appreciated his own work on you, your used lips, shiny, soft marks on your skin, your heavy, agitated breathing with just a few small teasing kisses and caresses, your exquisite, round breasts exposed, you, just for him, with your tender, hopelessly excited gaze. And, from your perspective, the sight was so wonderful that it made your pussy throb with desperation, and it was because of his intense gaze and how fucking attractive and handsome he looked in that suit tight against his body. Your gaze drifted away a little, just to make sure that you were both in exactly the same state of arousal, and you confirmed it as soon as your mouth salivated painfully at the sight of his large erection in his pants.

“Look at you, beautiful. So fucking needy for me, just as I adore.”

For some reason, you felt immobile, able only to enjoy and receive pleasure from him. You didn’t even know what to say exactly. More than thinking it was true, you needed him right now, every part of you begging for him.

“No one is going to touch you like I do, princess. Remember that,” Chan said in a deep voice, full of desire.

He was so right. You were never going to love anyone else like the way he did it to you. You needed him right now; you were being overwhelmed with stimulation.

He licked his lips, and you trembled and whimpered as you felt his fingers gently brush against your clit, teasing you even more. Your pussy throbbed, your nipples hardened, and at that point you felt so wet.

You enjoyed his touch and with trembling hands you tried to unbutton his shirt, caressing his exquisite abs, and just as you were about to unbuckle his belt, he leaned toward you, kissing you more desperately, messily, in contrast to his touch against your pussy, which became more precise, his fingers pressing your sweet spot, playing with your clit, driving you crazy, and then his fingers moved down to tease you as he felt your wetness between your folds. Chan knew exactly what he wanted from you. Right now.

But first, he delighted in your lips, in your tongue fighting against his, and then he seductively went back down to your skin, playing with your breasts, licking them and using them mercilessly, just like his free hand that ran all over you.

You stroked his hair, letting yourself be carried away more and more by the delicious movements toward your clit, and you moaned his name loudly as you felt his fingers bury themselves inside you, without losing your caresses on your sensitive spot. You were being touched so exquisitely. He thrust deeply into you, his long fingers reaching many weak spots in you, all of him was your weak spot. You were feeling so pleasurable, enough to want to come if he sped up his movements, but his next action took your breath away and you knew exactly what he was about to do.

“No one is going to eat your pretty pussy like I do, baby girl. Who’s gonna make you tremble like I do, huh? That stupid Yang kid, mmm I don’t think so, you’re so mine. Isn’t that right?”

He had knelt in front of you and recited those words, looking into your eyes, his breath hitting your pubis, and your heart beating faster. You captured the moment when your boyfriend pulled down your little panties, which he had chosen, and his attractive face approached your intimate area, almost ready to take your much-needed pussy.

“Yes” you replied nervously, shaking.

You wanted him to do it already, you knew he was teasing you by the way his fingers kept playing with your clit, and finally, you felt a brief release, but the tension in your body intensified. You whimpered with satisfaction as you finally felt his warm, strong tongue push against your clit, his lips sucking it so exquisitely, reveling in you. His hands grabbed you roughly, your thighs, your folds, spreading them apart to give him better access to your core. Meanwhile, you whimpered for him, pressing your back harder against the door, restless and desperate, feeling his tongue stimulate every inch of your slick, trembling pussy. You held onto his shoulders, impatient for the pleasure you were experiencing that was altering your entire system. It was too much. It was perfect.

He continued, and for a moment you felt so helplessly pleased, almost at your climax, that you lowered your gaze, and nothing could compare to what you were witnessing—but the sensations were still a thousand times better—yet a sight like that stimulated all your senses better, and it was Chan, crouched down for you, eating your pussy with desperate hunger, but being gentle with you, his attractive face buried in you. Just like the first time he did it, you could still remember it with such longing.

He knew each of your spots, he knew you were a little weak, that you didn’t like to prolong your pleasure for too long once you both started touching each other, but he loved to tease you, to enjoy himself, so his tongue moved mercilessly over your cunt.

Chan delighted in you thoroughly, merely for the light sadistic pleasure of making you suffer by being loaded with so much pleasure, and for his masochistic pleasure of letting his cock throb inside him. Chan savored your pussy, slurping on it, his soft gasps echoing in the isolated bathroom of that club, his babbling telling you how delicious you were to him, completely lost in you and the sensation of your vagina pleasing his mouth and thrilling every fiber of his being as if he were enjoying and tasting a wonderful delight, and he was, his cock trapped in his pants coming to life on its own, veins popping, aching and impatient for attention. He cursed, feeling desperate, but for him, it was worth every second of tasting you, of receiving your moans and your body yielding in desire in response. Feeding his ego, his obsessive admiration for you, reminding him that you are only his.

You began to melt away little by little, holding on tightly to his shoulders and caressing his head a little more wildly, and Chan knew you were so close, so his licks became sloppier to tease you more, but he complemented it by penetrating you again with his fingers. You were blinded by pleasure, feeling restlessly close to orgasm, and it left you breathless.

He looked up, only to find from that angle your whole body struggling, your muscles contracting, your breasts exposed, and your pleasure sweetly captured on your face.

And you couldn’t hold it in any longer. Chan pulled his lips away from you a little, leaving you with a void just at your peak, adjusted his uncomfortable erection a little, making him moan softly, and looked into your eyes and encouraged you passionately in the only way he knew how to turn you on. You were a slut for Chan’s little comments during sex.

“Cum for me, princess, you can do it, cum for me, and remember who’s the only one who makes you come like this.”

You whimpered exaggeratedly, you could feel your whole body flushed. Chan smiled, his lips sweetly glossy from your fluids, and with a quick movement he buried himself back into your pussy, naughtily replacing those fingers that filled you mercilessly with his ruthless tongue, thus triggering your orgasm, making you come for him just as he had asked.

“Mmm, Channie...”

You took a deep breath. You had completely lost your composure from the wonderful oral sex Chan always gave you. You ended up with your muscles aching from your orgasm, leaving your legs trembling and weak.

Chan lapped up your orgasm and tentatively tried to clean up the mess you had made with his mouth, gently teasing you despite being a little tired and very agitated.

“Good girl, good girl.” Chan stood up, licked his lips, wiped the corners of his mouth, and teased you by briefly pinching your nipples. “You’re going to continue being a good girl for me, huh? You gonna take my cock, now?” he spoke in a rough voice, yet exaggerating his intonation a little as if he wanted to speak sweetly to you.

You watched him closely. You were still processing how good you felt, and your intimacy was slowly recovering with a series of exquisite pulsations... Fuck, you thought. His comment vibrated through your body again, and you felt the situation become so real as soon as you saw his long, attractive fingers deftly unbuckle his belt and, in one swift motion, pull down his underwear and pants to expose his erect cock, throbbing with desire without being stimulated, looking as appetizing and beautifully red-pink as you love it.

Chan took off his jacket, feeling his body hot, and let out a smug chuckle, almost blushing, finding the bold and slightly hungry way you looked at his cock amusing. Then you bit your lip, and the image of your body wrapped in desire, your breasts tenderly exposed, and your agitated expression, caused his cock to twitch and move violently on its own, contracting his muscles and covering its tip with slippery naughty precum. You worked magic on him. He groaned, hurting and exciting him at the same time, so he immediately appeased the unsettling sensation of the incredible load descending along his entire length, taking and caressing his cock gently.

You were surprised by the burning obscenity of his big cock trembling and then his big hand wrapping around it. You got turned on again, this time, perhaps even more than before, knowing that now it would be him fucking you and his cock filling you that would take you to a new climax.

“What’s the matter, baby? You want to touch it, don’t you?”

You met his eyes and nodded enthusiastically. He smiled and guided your hand to his cock, letting you stroke it.

“Fuck,” he moaned softly and breathlessly, closing his eyes. “Just like that, your hands are sooo soft, my pretty baby,” he babbled almost incoherently.

You felt his cock throbbing perfectly in your hand. You stroked it gently and patiently, remembering the smooth texture of his entire length. Chan bit his lip, holding back from whimpering at the sweet but ruthless way you were stimulating him.

He suddenly lifted your chin gently and made you look at him, taking your gaze away from his needy penis being stroked in your hand.

“What is your pretty mind thinking? Mmm, when you touch me like this?” Chan spoke sweetly, with genuine curiosity.

He saw how expertly you caressed him, your eyes shining with lust... your mouth expressing soft moans... but he wanted to know more, he wanted to make you talk dirty, it was so ridiculous and hot at the same time for him, saying obscenities could make him cum even faster than you thought.

You blushed instantly. What were you thinking? You were thinking so many things, your mind focused on the sensation of his manhood, on him enjoying himself, on your pussy reacting on its own every time you were with him... it was difficult to express.

Chan saw your intentions to speak, but you kept that shy and uncertain look that he knew so well.

“Come on, baby. Say it. Say it all for me, talk dirty to me...”

You almost gasped. You bit your lip and confessed with some embarrassment:

“I love your cock.”

“Mmm,” he moaned, feeling more and more aroused, as if that word coming out of your mouth sweetly pressed a button in him, turning him on even more, “is that so, baby girl?”

You began to get hornier, it was the seductive way Chan spoke to you and seeing him writhing gently with pleasure at your caresses. So you continued, with a little more confidence.

“Yes. It’s so big, Channie...” you hissed and increased the pace of your strokes, cupping his balls, and teasing his tip.

“Mmm,” he threw his head back, ecstatic. “Yeah? You love it when I stretch your little pussy and fuck you, don’t you? When I fuck you raw and fill you with my cum.”

Your pussy throbbed hard, reacting to his comment, your mind perfectly remembering the feeling of his cock filling you. The situation heated up so quickly, both of you were so aroused that you began to babble nonsense.

“Fuck, it’s so good, I wanna put it in my mouth.”

He giggled seductively. “What are you waiting for? Do it, get on your knees. I’m all yours.”

Your exposed pussy felt overwhelmingly aroused, used, and as soon as you got down on your knees, it was no different. You felt like you could squirt or drip at any moment, and that distressed you. The whole situation overwhelmed you; everything about you was so damn turned on. So you took his cock, licking every inch of it and sucking it, at your own pace and with your own technique, which Chan had guided you through very well beforehand.

His hands went to your hair, and he didn’t take his eyes off the image of your pretty face being fucked by his needy erection for a second.

You loved that Chan filled every possible part of you, you couldn't help it. You loved filling him with pleasure too and seeing his perfectly sculpted body from that angle while you sucked his cock, plus he tasted exquisite.

You teased and aroused him for hot but agonizing minutes, you were just starting to drool over his erect penis. Chan played with you, pushing your head and pressing you to take more of him, deeper, but when he saw you gasping for breath and struggling, he pulled you away from him. You looked at him with teary eyes and an undescribable desire to continue if he wanted to, but he only whispered to you.

“Come here, baby, now.”

Your heart wanted to jump out of your chest. You were so excited about whatever he was going to do to you, and you squealed when he picked you up, putting your back against the door and making you wrap your legs around his body. You knew what was coming, but you didn’t expect his next comment.

“Beg for it, baby. Convince me and maybe I’ll fuck you.”

Your arms were around his neck and caressing his hair, you were so ready for him to fuck you; but you blinked in confusion. You blushed again, but you needed it so badly.

“Please, Chan, fuck me, please. I need to feel you,” you pouted.

He smiled. “Be more specific.”

“Please fill me with your cock, I need you.”

He bit his lip and moaned, those words sounding so wrong yet so lustful coming from your sweet lips.

“Mmm... why would I do that?”

You flinched and gasped at the unexpected sensation of a finger inside your pussy, sliding in and out of you.

“Come on, baby... what could be fucking you right now is my cock and not just a finger...”

Even just his finger worked wonders on you, it was only frustrating you more.

“Please, Channie. Because we both want it. I’m yours, please, fuck m-”

You were speechless and moaned raggedly instead. He couldn’t wait any longer either. He needed you. Chan buried his entire cock inside you, opening you up completely, leaving you so little time to get used to him when he was already moving inside you. He whimpered. Your pussy was so ready and prepared for him that he removed his finger and entered you with ease, but your tight walls weren’t expecting the thickness of his visitor so soon.

He fucked you there, intensely, unleashing all his energy on you, manipulating your body to his liking, stimulating and using your exposed breasts, sucking them, biting them, leaving marks that would fill him with pride every time he made you his.

“Who else is going to fill you up and fuck you like I do, huh? Say it!”

He increased the pace of his thrusts. You were both so close.

You whimpered, without even thinking about an answer. “No one, fuck, only you, Chan.”

“That’s right, my love. You understand me...”

He continued for a few more moments, until you hugged his body closer, your chest rubbing against his, his moans and gasps in your ear, and him controlling your body, moving it violently to the rhythm of his cock pounding your pussy and pleasing every part of you, until you climaxed in an intense orgasm, leaving you trembling and agitated.

You reveled in the scent of his perfume and felt his exhausted cock tremble inside you, followed by the warmth of his orgasm filling you. Chan moaned audibly, overwhelmed by the pleasurable experience. Immediately thinking how much he loved you, in every way, connecting in all his fantasies, being part of his sweetest dreams.

You searched for his face, his cute face looking at you sweetly despite just finishing such a dirty and hot act, and, blinded by your love for him, you kissed him on the tip of his nose, making him flush completely, in contrast to everything that had just happened...

“Should we go home now, sweetheart? I can’t wait to cuddle.”

the end.

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riotgurlll · 2 days ago

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Could you please do ChancexParkerxReader SFW and NSFW headcanons? I need those game boys badly. 🙏

Chance x Parker x Reader Headcannons....SFW+NSFW!

Ohhh, Anon.... ANON anon anon...... Could I?? Yes. I can.

TW: NSFW contents

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You had met Chance first. He was in a more frequently visited spot, after all. It was intriguing, really. You eyed the crimson dice that laid atop your desk, swiveling in your chair as your mind raced with curiosities. You had spoken to a few objects already- but what would happen if you used a charge on your die?

Well, you had caved and put your strange magic glasses on. You proceeded to watch it come to life. You were greeted by... by....

A man in a hood?

You had gotten to know Chance rather quickly. Under that strange, dorky hood to his strange and dorky outfit, he was honestly really sweet. You reveled in the way he ranted about his interests, You found yourself enamored by his small quirks- like him pushing up his glasses whenever they hung low on his nose. The way he would stumble over his words when he just got too excited while explaining a new character or story line. Everything about him was just so... cute!

When he had told you about having some friends around the house that would also attend his GnG sessions, you couldn't help but become curious. You asked him who all join him, and he replied with a few familiar names like Penelope and Jerry- That made sense, they were all in the same space. However, one name came unfamiliar to you...

Parker.

After some explaining, you venture up to your old, dusty, forgotten attic and walk inside. You scan the area, looking for a pile of board games. They weren't really hidden- in fact, they were stacked out in the open, covered in.. cob webs. Yeesh, you need to have people over more often and do something other than doomscrolling.

When you actually met parker, he was... well, unique! He was very eccentric- always had the strangest things to say at the strangest times. He was competitive, loud, funny- honestly? Your typa dude.

Chance was too, and you found yourself torn between the both of them. At first, you had a feeling that you had to pick. But one day? Well....

You were having a threeway.

woah woah, threeway GnG session, ya freaky deaky.

It was fun. Chance was the DM, obviously- and while Parker was submersed into the roleplay, he still found a way to make his character pop. He added a humorous light to the game that you weren't used to, so it became a frequent thing. Chance loved it just as much as you did, seeing the way you would laugh when he chose to do something stupid or say something unhinged- seeing your smile made him feel all warm and fuzzy.

Parker also couldn't deny the way he felt when you hunkered down and thought out things seriously in regards to the roleplay. The look of pure focus on your face, the way you put so much thought and effort into the story line and your character, it was so endearing to him.

So, when it came down to it, for him to roll the dice on your relationship- he was secretly hoping fate would choose love. And thank the gods it did!

-actual head cannons below, starting w SFW!

-Whenever you all play board games together, it's a mess. Parker gets competitive, aggressive- and god forbid either you or Chance choose to be a little cheeky and cheat- hell WILL break loose.

-If Chance were to win, he would def tease Parker about it. If you can see the vision........ iykwim.

-Sometimes, they'll lwk team together to put you in the shitter as long as it isn't against the games rules.

-Imagine snuggling between the two of them on the couch, a bowl of popcorn in your lap as you veg out with them, watching whatever movie you all eventually decided to watch. Chance would probably have an arm around you, while Parker would be leaning against you. Kinda (not really) unrelated, but between all of you, I think Parker is the littlest spoon. Maybe that's js me.

-Parker would try and make you guys pancakes in the morning, but... uhm... He doesn't strike me as a chef. (speaking of chef, Mitchell would be absolutely offended.)

-Expect to hear geeky shit from BOTH sides. Obviously, they're both absolute dweebs. Chance will be going on about his still fantasy lores and ideas, while Parker will talk your ear off about historical facts about board games like their origins or what have you. It's nice one at a time, but sometimes they will intermingle and talk about both at the same time and it can become a mindfuck.

-Random thought popped in my head, and this could be corny, but you know the the can't hear, can't see, and can't talk cooking challenge? I can see you guys doing that just for fun- It was probably Parkers idea. I feel like you wouldn't be able to talk, Parker wouldn't be able to see, and Chance wouldn't be able to hear. Honestly, I can also see Chance and Parker switching because Parker would be jamming the FFFFUCK out while you two struggle to cook/bake. Either way, Parker would just be.... Loud.

-Parker will playfully shit all over your GnG character and Chance will come to your defense- Of course you all know it's fun it games... His character is a unicorn person... thing. (Chance gave in and decided to let him have his fun.)

-Chance would probably compliment you one day on your outfit, turn to Parker, and say smth like: "Don't you think they're pretty/handsome?" And parker will just blush and stammer out a "y-yeah..!" Because lets be real w ourselves, that man looks AND acts like he's never felt the touch of another person before in a romantic sense, he don't know how to flirt or NUTHIN.

-if you choose a GnG session over a board game and vice versa, expect petty jealousy from both sides- though it's not serious.. At least on Chances part.

-Chance strikes me as a BIGGG hugger, like he will wrap you up in a bear hug any day of the week, whenever. Parker though, He seems like a more lowkey guy, simply because he gets nervous. Expect finger and hand holding, maybe a hand on your knee, playful nudges-- just small touches that are filled with just as much care.

-If you bring home a new board game to try, Parker will literally melt.

-Expect to hear Parker and Chance bicker sometimes over little stuff. Honestly, Chance usually doesn't engage in conflict, but when it comes to playful stuff, he can get into it. How DARE he say that Sandyland is better than GnG... Evil cunt.

-NSFW-

-wowie wow wow wow.

-Okay so I've discussed Chances specifics when it comes to his... anatomy, But not parkers, so here riot goes.

-Def longer than he is thick, I honestly think he's pretty average. That's actually a good thing, honestly... you wouldn't be able to take Chance over and over again without getting sore, and TRUST me, it doesn't matter at the end of the day. Parker feels just as good.

I think he's a bit tanner down there than he is everywhere else, with a nice purplish tip- probably snipped, that's the vibe I get. I think he'd be mostly straight, as in no curve, but I can also see a bit of an upward slant.

-As I kind of mentioned, I think Parker is a little shy, so Chance would work slowly to get him out of his shell. Maybe he encourages him to fuck you in front of a mirror while he watches himself as well as you. So he can build his confidence, see how good he makes you feel. All the while Chance praises the both of you, Parker is probably ramming into you like he hasn't gotten pussy/bussy in YEARS. This man is DESPERATE.

-I think he makes noise. He probably swears under his breath, a few whimpers and whines slipping out as his cock buries itself inside of you. He'd probably watch as he disappears inside over, and over again... Practically hypnotized. Or maybe you're fucking him, who knows- he'd watch either way.

-Chance would teach him how to give you head. He'd guide him through it, and honestly? Hearing chance talk him through oral is so hot- especially when Chance is looking at you in the eyes, or pausing to kiss you.. Maybe he latches himself onto your chest... he doesn't just sit there, that's for sure.

-Imagine Chance plowing into you from behind while you take Parkers cock down your throat the best you can- choking and whimpering around him as you feel Chance reach what feels like deepest part of you at just the right angle. Parker would be a mess, leaking in your mouth, looking down at you through lidded eyes... He'd be swearing, saying something like: "Sh...Shit.. This is..- so hot..!"

-Or the other way around. Parker would be slamming his hips against yours as you struggle to take Chance down you're throat. He'd hold your hair back sweetly, gently guiding him hips for you so you didn't have to move.

-I feel like Parker would like thigh jobs... maybe that's evil to say.

-Chance would kiss parker to shut him up if he was being too loud, but he'd do it in a gentle and passionate way- and he'd do the same to you, don't play.

-If chance is bottoming, I can totally see parker teasing him about it lmao- as if he realistically doesn't bottom 99% percent of the time??

-Chance would help you ride Parkers face? Oop? Listen ya'll know what doja said about big noses.

-Aftercare is still important as always. Parker would probably crack some jokes while wiping you down with a cool rag, cleaning you up. Chance would be getting you water and food for all of you. Each person checks up on the other, making sure everyone is satisfied and feels comfortable.

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princesspeachesposts · 2 days ago

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My analysis of the speech Micheal gave on the Wunmi’s last day on set.

First of all, this is a love letter. It is not just a speech. Micheal was deeply in his feelings. And I love when a man is in his feelings. ☺️

The clip starts with them sharing a laugh about their time with the intimacy coordinator. I’m sure they have bloopers. I wonder how much was them going with the flow and what parts the coordinator helped with.

Then he mentions that Smoke and Annie are a powerful couple ( like they would be if we got together, ha) , who are all about making sure their loved ones are safe. So basically he’s telling her, he had protective feelings for her from the start. He is choosing to blur the lines between the characters and the both of them.

Then he goes on to say he has seen her as a mum, wife and scene partner so basically saying I’ve seen all the sides of you and I love what I’ve seen. Especially mentions that she was a new mom.

Talks about the deep conversations they’ve had about their careers and acting being an escape. Then thanks her for escaping her family to spend time with him.

“Any one that knows you feels your heart because you lead with it”- He’s saying, I am used to ppl acting shady and being hard to read but you are always so open, loving and giving (his words)

“Your eyes are kind, your spirit is warm” - He’s saying, I feel good whenever I’m near you or you make me feel good. I’m attracted to your essence.

“Anytime anyone is in your presence they feel safe - I feel safe” - He’s saying, I know that you’ve got my back and I can be my real self with you. I don’t have to worry that you will hurt me or speak badly about me. We all know how ppl are always coming for Micheal.

“You pushed me out of my comfort zone so many times” said in a slightly frustrating tone. - Now is that physically (turning him on), artistically (making him dig deeper and perform better) or emotionally ( making him soften for her). Maybe in all of these ways.

“I can’t wait for you to share that gift with other ppl- so go”. He’s saying, I don’t want you to go but I’m supposed to be happy that you are moving on. I’m jealous of the people you will work with next. So just go. Also a way for him to psyche himself into feeling ok about not seeing her everyday.

“You are fucking everything” - He’s saying, I wish you could see yourself through my eyes. You have everything you think you lack.

“I want you to walk around believing I am this, i am that….. “- He’s saying, you need to let ppl see what you are capable of. Walk into projects with the confidence that you are everything and ppl will see that you are.

“I’m sad, I’m FUCKING sad that you are leaving” - He’s saying, I’m going to miss you so much.

Anytime he swears like that it’s for emphasis. He means that shit and wants her to know that.

She giggles in response which could be read as happiness or excitement at the thought that he would miss her.

“I love you, I’m so happy to have met you, so happy Ryan cast you and you are a part of my life.”

He probably getting flashback of the day he met her to that day. Saying she is a part of his life means you can’t get rid of me. You are now a part of my life whether you like it or not.

While he’s saying all of this, Wunmi keeps her hand near her mouth almost like she’s scared that she will burst into tears at any moment.

Then he speaks some words directly to her without the mic but from watching his movements, you can tell he’s speaking directly from his heart. I heard the word “ beautiful”. Sir, why not share the rest.

Then the long hug that continued even after the claps from crew dwindled then stopped. Neither trying to end it or releasing the other.

This letter came from deep thought, observation, listening and leaning into an emotional connection. It also feels like devastation that this connection you’ve depended upon might be lost forever and you hope you can still hold onto it.

Feeling confident enough to say all of this in public when he could have just told her in private is so powerful and affirming of not only their connection but her role in the movie.

She truly rocked his world and I think he did the same for her.

The end.

#wunmi mosaku #micheal b jordan #smoke x annie #smoke and annie #annie and smoke #wunmi mbj #chemistry #sinners movie

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jgracie · 3 days ago

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dating jason grace headcanons

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jason grace x gender neutral reader (implied to be greek + not a big three kid) warnings talk of having kids in the future an i added a whole extra scenario to this one cause why was the og so short... had to do smth special for my man xoxo

. . . or the one in which in a world of boys, he’s a gentleman

When Taylor Swift said, “in a world of boys, he’s a gentleman,” she was talking about Jason. That whole song is just about Jason

This man is so respectful and considerate and just really wonderful. He feels too good to be true! Which is why you don’t let yourself fall for him at first. He’s literally the most perfect guy you’ve ever met

Meanwhile, Jason’s thinking the same about you. To him, you’re a breath of fresh air from all the rigidness and strict lines he’s been forced into not only as a Roman but as a son of Jupiter. Why would you want to be stuck with someone as boring as him?

So you just spent your days longingly gazing at each other when the other wasn’t looking while also avoiding each other in public spaces because both of you were slightly intimidated by the other’s (gorgeous) presence

Your first proper interaction must’ve been orchestrated by Hera and Aphrodite themselves considering how adamant you two were on being 6ft apart at all times, and surprisingly, it was in the mortal world

scenario one: bookworm

You were spending the day at your favourite library because you missed it and liked to pretend your life was normal by blending in with mortals, and also because you had studying you needed to do since quests left ample time for schoolwork

Jason was there because he’d been cooped up at camp for as long as he could remember and wanted to see what life away from the Gods and their schemes was like, and what better place to figure that out than a library?

You breathed a sigh of relief as you finally finished the essay you’d been working on since you arrived at the library. It had been weighing on your mind for days but you couldn’t find time for it until today. As a reward for your hard work, you decided to get yourself a sweet treat before continuing your studies

Haphazardly packing your stuff, you quickly got up, practically drooling at the thought of the new menu item you were finally going to try after craving for weeks

You were a little too excited. As you turned, you bumped into someone, dropping some of your papers

“Gods, I’m so sorry,” the person you bumped into said, quickly bending down to gather all your stuff

You knew that voice. You could recognise it anywhere

“Jason? What’re you doing here?” You said, suddenly feeling awfully hot for no particular reason

That was the day you really befriended Jason Grace. He decided to accompany you to the cafe you planned to go to, paid for your order (don't ask how he had mortal currency on him) (it's because he has a mortal currency collection) (yes he lost some of his collection paying for your order) and spent the rest of the day there with you. Away from all the craziness of demigod life, you and Jason finally got to truly know each other

After a while of getting closer, you two begin to date, and it might just be the most beautiful relationship known to man. The way Jason acted before you began dating was nothing compared to now. That was just the bare minimum

You literally never have to lift a finger around him as he insists on doing everything for you. He opens doors for you, pulls your chairs out and takes your coats off for you. If you’re on a quest and you need to sleep, he makes sure you always get the comfier place and takes first watch

He also always leaves you notes. Sometimes they’re notes of motivation, sometimes they’re small poems about how much he loves you and sometimes they’re just really random

Jason is a big fan of taking polaroid pictures with you. After Hera stripped him of his whole life, he’s always had a fear of waking up one day with the same feeling he had on that wilderness school bus, so he takes pictures with all the people he loves and keeps journals and has a box full of all the things that are important to him in case it happens

He keeps one particular polaroid of the two of you on his birthday, his hand around your waist as you plant a kiss on his cheek, in his wallet at all times to ensure his immediate remembrance of you if his memories get taken again

(As if he’d forget you in the first place. Hera would have to pry the memories of you out of his cold, dead hands)

Your siblings love him so much too! They were a little stressed at first because he’s a child of Zeus, the God notorious for breaking the hearts of his lovers and cheating on his eternal wife, but he showed up at your cabin door to pick you up for a date with a bouquet of flowers for the cabin and then walked you back himself, staying outside until the very second the door was shut and now they love him

(Sometimes you think they love him more than you because they’re always asking about him)

You spend a lot of time at his cabin. He disguises it as just really wanting to spend time with you and while that is true, secretly it's also because the Zeus cabin gets super cold and lonely and is also kind of scary at night, even though he sleeps in the one space away from the gaze of his father

scenario two: daddy not-so-dearest

“Honey,” Jason says, wrapping an arm around your waist. The campfire sing along had ended which signified the end of the day, and all around you, campers were wishing their friends goodnight as they headed to their cabins. You suppressed a giggle, knowing exactly what Jason wanted from the tone of his voice

You hummed, giving your boyfriend a bleary-eyed smile as you waited for him to voice his request. It was cute how even though you’d done this many times before, he still got shy at the idea of you two sleeping in the same room, on the same bed

“Would you maybe wanna spend the night at my cabin? I missed you today, and I can’t even begin to imagine how hot it must be in your cabin, with all your siblings in it, y’know.”

“Are you asking because you missed me or because you’re scared of daddy dearest?” You quipped, unable to contain yourself as his face turned bright red

“I’m kidding, Jase, of course I’ll spend the night with you!”

Later on in your relationship, when he’s sure you’re the one for life, he shows you around New Rome. He grew up with a peaceful life in the city being the goal, so it only made sense for him to show you around

Jason loves the way you light up at everything around you. He’d known New Rome for his whole life and could draw a map of it blind, but you make it feel brand new

Is ecstatic when you tell him you also want to start a life with him in New Rome. The moment you utter those words he’s already signed papers for an apartment and is drawing punnett squares to figure out what your kids would look like

You know the part in The Notebook where the girl’s describing the house she wants? That’s what Jason showing you around New Rome reminds you of

Years later, you reminisce on the way you’d avoid each other as you tell your kids about your lives as teens in your lovely house in New Rome because he definitely did not die <3

scenario three: chez grace

"Jason, promise you won't walk me into some pillar - you guys have way too many of those in this city," you said, fighting the urge to tug off the blindfold Jason had insisted you put on

The aforementioned stifled a laugh, his hands on your shoulders as he guided you where he wanted you to go. He'd never let you get hurt; not by a monster, not by any of the gods and certainly not by a pillar in New Rome

After you discovered the city nestled within Camp Jupiter, and more specifically, the university that was in it, your plans for the future had changed drastically

Sure, growing up, you'd always wanted to go to one of the many prestigious universities America had to offer, but the longer you lived in the reality that was being a demigod, the more it hit you how impossible it would be for you to juggle higher education and monsters using you to get vengeance for something your godly parent did 50 centuries ago

New Rome offered a fresh start, a brand new try at something that was taken from you the moment it was fated for you to be a demigod: normalcy

Living within the borders of camp meant you wouldn't have to worry about all the crazy things happening outside of it, and New Rome University boasted a rigorous program and great facilities

When Jason found out, he was ecstatic. He'd been so worried you'd choose a university across the country, since it'd be closer to Camp Half-Blood. This was something he, for some strange reason, had never considered, and was better than any other scenario he could've conjured up

It was this ecstasy which had your lovely Jase signing an apartment lease the very next day. He couldn't have you living in some tiny dorm when he could be waking up to your beautiful face every day, making breakfast with you in the kitchen, listening to you sing in the shower as he studies... you get the point

Now that the apartment had been perfectly decorated by none other than Mr Grace himself, it was time for the grand reveal

"Okay sweetie, I'm gonna let go of you now, but just stay standing where you are," Jason said before fishing the keys to your apartment out of his pocket and unlocking the door

Hearing the click that signalled a door unlocking, a slight smile appeared on your lips - Jason has never been good at hiding things from you, so when he was oddly insistent about you not signing up for a dorm at university, you had a feeling he had something in store

Gently, Jason took the blindfold off you and you gasped when you saw the apartment. Somehow, Jason had decorated it to fit both your tastes perfectly, and you couldn't wait to make this house a home

"Oh my gods, Jase!" you squealed, wrapping your arms around his neck. Instantly, he melted into your embrace, "I take it this means you like it?"

"Like it is an understatement! I can't believe you did all this! This is gonna be the best year ever, I just know it."

#jason grace x reader #jason grace x you #jason grace x y/n #jason grace headcanon #percy jackson x reader #pjo #pjo x reader #hoo #cynwrites

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shinysobi · 3 days ago

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should have been you (l.jh)

when everything goes wrong, everything goes wrong (and taking your fate in your hands is not a bad thing) hahah what do you mean writing an smau in a day is a bad idea? but yes, i had a lot of fun doing this and well, this is dedicated to my lovies: @haologram, who helped me write the whole thing, and got excited at all the right places, @mylovesstuffs, bc she sent a three-hundred word paragraph yelling at me about how good the idea was, and ofc my little freaks who asked to be tagged: @facethesunflower, @gyupremacy ! enjoy, and let me know what u think!

@/yurivictims: this means only one thing in korea

@/woozilovers: svt and lunar maknaes posting cute photos of woozi and yn? i'm nooticing

↪@/yurivictims: "prone to schizophrenia" sounds about right

@/yeseularts: how are you feeling about going back into the studio maam

↪@2lazyforuserid: man idk ive got creaking joints but the studio is a fuck ton better than the gym, celeste <3

@/yurivictims: NO WAY YN DROPPED THE F BOMB

↪@/2lazyforuserid: i am 29 ofc i say fuck

@/koreaboo: y/n of lunar, caught smoking on a seoul street

@/yeseularts: okay why the fuck are we still debating the smoking situation? y/n is a grown adult, and she's smoking a cigarette, not hurting people. shut up and let her live

@/woozilovers: y/n's scandal ranking, #1: misandry [=], #2 smoking [NEW]

@/leeuji: "she smokes" okay and? I STILL LOVE HER

@/yurivictims: don't let yn's smoking scandal distract you from the fact that we're getting AOTY this year

@/yurivictims: byeol yeseul and yn really said NO FUCKS GIVEN

↪@/woozilovers: idk if i want yn or if i want to be yn

@/yeseularts: saw their bandmate getting criticised for a lil smoke and said 'we dont care about ur moral policing' that is my FAMILY yall

@/woozilovers: HUH? TOMORROW? TOMORROW NEW SONG? YEARNING TIME?

@/woozilovers: "your hair spilled out onto the white sheets, your eyes that hold galaxies in them" WOOZI DOWN BAD

@/woozilovers: this song is about yn-[TRAIN PASSES BY]

@/yeppeuda: no way he uploaded that song. finefinefinefinecoolcoolcoolcool im fine actually

@/leeuji: does she know?

@/yurivictims: NEW SONG AND ITS QUEER CODED? A WIN?

↪@/yurivictims; "musical genius, the weight of the world on your shoulders", look me in the eye and tell me it is not yeseul and byeol tell me

@/yeseularts; y/n indie release... im so up

@/koreaboo: celestial entertainment and pledis ent issue joint statement regarding dating rumours of their artists y/n and woozi: they are close colleagues

@/yurivictims: shut the fuck up koreaboo

@/woozilovers: koreaboo is a blight on society and must be eradicated

↪@/yurivictims: you ship them

↪@/woozilovers: im not forcing them to sign the marriage certificate stfu

@/woozilovers: both yn and woozi pining all over their songs..is it that serious

@/koreaboo: seventeen's woozi, "I do enjoy Lunar's music" (lnk.to)

@/yurivictims: i be having a good day and this bitch comes to ruin shit for me @/koreaboo

@/koreaboo: lunar's yn, "i think woozi is one of the greatest songwriters of our generation"

@/yeseularts: man i thought this was a joke at first but i cant defend you guys anymore

@/yurivictims: okay gimme 3 reasons why u think yn is dating woozi

↪@/woozilovers: han river dates, song refs, they even have couple items

↪@/yurivictims: and 50 million other people have the same item, are they in a relationship?

@/woozilovers: that did not happen right im not hallucinating right did @/yurivictims curse me with schizophrenia guys

@/woozilovers: sensing something shift in the universe... ominous

↪@/yeseularts: oomf you might be right about that

@/woozilovers: ...what

@/yeseularts: no way...oomf vindicated

@/yurivictims: [CLOSED].

@/koreaboo: Celestial entertainment and pledis ent. both confirm that y/n of lunar and woozi of seventeen are in a relationship, "we ask you to look upon them with kindness."

@/woozilovers: do i get to come to the wedding?

#ro: writings #svthub #thediamondlifenetwork #keopihausnet #svt smau #woozi smau #woozi fluff #woozi comedy #lee jihoon x reader #svt imagines #seventeen fluff #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios

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sweatyracoon · 2 days ago

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Synopsis:

You beg your boyfriend to try on some outfits you bought for him, and once he does, you can't get enough. And neither can he.

"You could be wearing a trash bag and I'd still wanna fuck you,"

Warnings:

Crossdressing, Dom reader, language, palming, dry humping, oral, pinv, anal play, slapping, pegging

You were waiting patiently for your boyfriend to walk out of the bathroom, your body shaking in excitement.

You had finally got him to agree to trying out the clothes you bought specifically for him. For you.

You never went a day without calling him your princess, and truly, you knew how much he liked it.

The blush and soft giggle. The way his pupils dilate.

You loved him in everything he wore, but this was something of a fantasy. You need it to be real.

"I'm done, I think?" You heard him say softly behind the closed door.

"Come on then!" You squealed, getting impatient.

You were unsure of what he wore first, but it wouldn't matter either way. He would look absolutely stunning.

And that he did.

When he walked out slowly, head hung and legs pressed close together.

His blonde hair was wrapped in a messy bun at his nape, loose strands pointing every which way.

His face was flushed as he avoided your gaze.

His top was a flashy hot pink, a cropped sweater, the uneven laces longer than necessary. The shadow of his abs rested underneath the fabric, leading further down to a black skirt, a chain laced through the left belt loop.

Stockings decorated his legs, trailing up til it reached mid thigh, striped lines of black and white, contradicting the rest of the outfit.

No shoes.

Your face was on fire, your mouth open.

"Wow, Felix," You mumbled, your mouth suddenly dry, your eyes hungry.

He barely looked at you.

You could tell he was shy.

"Are you uncomfortable?" You suddenly asked, not even thinking about that. You should have.

He lifted his head, eyes wide.

"No! Not at all. It's just that, this is new..."

You both stood quiet.

You walked up to him, and he saw the way you were staring.

"Do I...look okay? I feel like I look weird, y/n," He was insecure? Did he not know how attractive he was?

"Felix. Love? You know you could be wearing a trash bag, and I'd still want to fuck you?"

He stood, expression blank. What should he say to that?

He was turning red watching your smile turn into a smirk, shifting from one foot to another.

You simply lifted your finger and beckoned him towards you.

"What's the matter, Lixie?" You cooed, watching him stumble.

"Nothing...I just...wasn't expecting that," You watched his Adams apple bob as he got closer.

You were still sitting, and when he stopped in front of you, his crotch was near your face level, and you saw how his cock was half hard already. You smirk, gripping his hips and looked up at him, eyelids hooded.

"Wanna go try on more?"

You could see the gears turning in his head, how he was already falling into that headspace he loved so much. He nods.

You tap his hip.

"Go on, baby,"

He nods again turning and walking more comfortably, the black skirt hugging his ass. You smirked.

The next outfit happened to take your breath away.

He was more confident, no longer worried, knowing you bought it because you liked it anyway.

Now it was a strapless top that hugged his figure. His abs shown through the thin fabric, and the color nearly blended into his skin. The skirt was longer and flowy, and had a slit that reached all the way up to the top of his thigh. That's when you saw the garter on his leg, and you felt yourself clench.

He put his hair up the time, a beautiful ponytail and a shy expression.

He walked towards you this time without you needing to tell him to, and he swayed his dancer hips a bit more, wanting to please you.

You sigh.

"Baby, your so gorgeous," You stand, grabbing his hips and pulling him against you.

"Really?" He asked softly, avoiding your eyes as he turns pink.

You grab his chin, and made him look at you.

"Don't believe me, baby?" You pout cutely, rubbing his hip.

He didn't say anything, which made you tsk at him.

"Guess I'll just have to show you how pretty you are," He whisper against his ear, slowly pushing him onto your shared bed.

He sighed, looking like an angel as he layed down on his back, his legs spread, and his skirt flowing around him, his top already nearly falling, showing one of his nipples.

You smirk, reaching under the bed, grabbing lube, and your strap, and when you looked back to him, you saw his chest falling quicker.

"Ready, baby?" You cooed, trailing your hand up to carress his exposed nipple.

His breath hitches as he nodded, making you grin.

"Words, baby,"

"Yes! Please..." He whined, his hips wiggling, exposing the hem of the female underwear he put on, making you gasp.

"I didn't think you'd go all out for me, hon," You smile genuinely, outlining the pale pink lace.

"Anything to see you smile, my love," He sighed, and your heart melted.

Those words made you decide not to make him wait. Not when he's being so perfect for you.

You help him out of the skirt and top, leaving him only in the lace and garter. You started drooling.

He blushed, glancing away, but you didn't stop him.

"Your so fucking pretty, Felix," you whispered before taking his clothed cock into your mouth as much as you could, soaking the fabric as he groaned.

You teased the tip through the barrier, and felt it twitch in your mouth, your hands coming up to hold his thighs still.

He knew better than to grab your head, so instead he gripped the sheets, gasping as you toyed with him, pulling the garter and letting it snap against his skin, loving the sting.

When you pull away, you hear his soft whine, and then the relieved sigh as you pull both the garter and panties down, reaching for the lube.

"Color." You demand as you lube your fingers, pressing them against his rim.

"Green," he whined, his hips trying to push against your hand.

You flicked his thigh and he stilled, so you press two fingers in at once, making him moan loudly, knees lifting naturally.

You set a quick pace, desperate to be inside him, already to aroused for anymore foreplay.

His moans got louder as you curled your fingers, and his eyes rolled back as he got closer.

"Not yet, baby," You coo, pulling away.

The whine he let out shook you to your core, and his right hand made grabby hands at you, making you melt.

"I got you, just give me a second, love," You said, kissing his cheek before taking off your shorts, and replacing it with the strap.

Your placed the rubber cock on the inside into yourself, moaning softly as your strapped it on tightly, lubing the opposite cock, and placing it at his entrance.

"Color?" You gasp, looking at his flushed, sweaty skin, and his blissful expression.

"Green! Please, y/n!" He cried, eyes filling with tears as he grabbed your shoulders.

You groan before pushing in slowly, his back arching, and he let out a deep moan.

His mouth open wide, making you press a finger against his tongue.

"Suck," you moan, thrusting into him quickly, the vibrations inside you pushing you awfully close.

He moans around your fingers, looking into your eyes as his body jolts with each one of your rough thrusts.

"Fuck!" You yell, pulling your hand away, replacing them with your mouth, spit and moans exchanged, teeth and tongue clashing.

He wraps his legs around your waist pulling you close. You end up grinding harshly into him, making you both cry out.

"M'close!" He sobbed, head tilting back.

"Cum with me, baby," You whine, biting his neck.

When you felt his load hit both of your stomachs, you squirted around the strap inside you, moaning against his flushed freckled skin.

You both lay there for a moment, trying to catch your breath.

When you sit up, you look down at your boyfriend, and see that his hair came undone, his hair all over around him, almost making it a halo.

"I love you, baby," you whisper, carressing his head.

"Love you too," He whispers back, closing his eyes and smiling, a little giggle escaping.

You grin.

"Let's get cleaned up," you pull out, making him hiss.

You help him sit up, and he smirks, looking back at you.

"I have a few more outfits to try, though,"

Your heart nearly stopped and you grin.

"Whatever you want, Lixxie,"

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sweetdispatch · 2 days ago

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water 4, air 2, earth 4, and fire 5!

Not so happy - C. Keller

v' elements pairing: Clayton Keller x fem!reader summary: At your and Clayton' engagement party, he found out that the first date was a bet warning: none

It was supposed to be an innocent bet. Your friends bet that you won’t ask Clayton for a date. You did it and one date turned into another and another date. After a month, you had been together but you never told him about this bet. In your head, it wasn’t anything to brag about. You had feelings for Clayton and this bet only gave you the courage to ask him out.

Clayton liked you and wanted more from you than just friendship since he met you. He always kept it quiet because he knew that he wouldn’t be the guy you deserve to have. He couldn’t promise you that he would always show up in a need. That’s why he never asked you out but when you did that, it changed his perspective and he desperately wanted to have you as his girlfriend.

Your relationship with Clayton was perfect. Rarely you two had arguments and you always understood that he’s busy. That’s why everything was working so well for both of you. After three years, Clayton proposed to you and you felt like the luckiest girl in the whole world. You were excited to start a new chapter with him as his fiancee and soon to be wife.

You and Clayton threw a party to celebrate the engagement. His teammates were congratulating him and joked that you’re gonna be a team mom. Your friends were happy for you but one of them spilled that if not the bet, you two wouldn’t be here now. You just laughed it off but Clayton froze in a spot and looked at you.

He couldn’t believe what he just heard. You never told him that date with him was a bet. That’s why he started to think that the whole relationship is part of the bet. He started questioning all the years you two had been together. He even started to regret that he put a ring on your finger.

Clayton left the party and went upstairs. You were too keen on your friends and gushing over the ring to notice that he disappeared. Couple hours later, everyone left and you went straight to the bedroom. You walked there and without any worries you started rambling about the party.

“I’m not cleaning tonight. It’s my worry for tomorrow” You laughed and started taking off your earrings.

“Can you tell me what the hell does it mean that I was a bet?” Clayton asked without looking at you. His eyes were focused on the floor.

“You weren’t a bet. It’s nothing serious” You tried to shrug it off but you saw that he’s not having that.

“For me it is” Clayton looked at you. “Tell me truth”

“My friends bet me that I won’t ask you out. I really liked you but I wasn’t sure if it’s similar so they made this bet” You told him.

“So I was a bet” Clayton said louder. “Do you even love me or is it still part of the bet?”

“Of course I love you Clayton. This bet was only to make me more confident. I’m sorry that I never told you that but I never thought it’s such a big deal” You tried to touch him but he didn’t let you.

“Sorry doesn’t fix anything” Clayton went through his hair. “I can’t believe it. I don’t even know if anything we had was true. I don’t even know if I want to marry you”

“Look, I’m deeply sorry that you found out this way. I should be the one to tell you but the feelings I have for you are real. That’s why I never said anything. I always liked you but I was shy to ask you out. I know it’s childish that I asked you because of a bet but please, trust me. I love you” You told him truthfully.

“I need to think about this whole situation. I’ll be sleeping in the guest room and please, don’t bother me. I need to rethink it by myself without you hanging out around” Clayton told you. “When I’ll be ready, I’ll talk with you”

“Fine” You sighed. “I love you”

Clayton didn’t say anything back. He grabbed his pillow and went to the other room, trying to put all the pieces together and figure it out if your feelings are real. He wanted to trust you. He wanted to believe you but hearing that the first date was a bet was too much for him. He needed time.

#clayton keller #clayton keller x reader #clayton keller imagine #clayton keller fanfiction #clayton keller oneshot #nhl #nhl imagine #nhl fanfiction #utah mammoth #utah hockey club #v' elements

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writeonwhiskey · 3 days ago

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act like you love me: ch 10 (18+ MDNI)

a/n: sorry for hurting your hearts in advance. i wanted to rehash some of the scenes from chapter 9 so we can understand where hyunjin's head is at with this, so it may feel a bit jumpy as we go from scene to scene. word count: 4.9k tracklist: Escape [ fic master list ]

10 - How It Should Be (Hyunjin POV)

WEEK 9

Craft services has become an unofficial hangout spot while we break for lunch. This entire day has been a tease.

Being around you and not having a moment alone? Torture. We aren’t even filming anymore—just the photoshoot after this—so I can’t even pull you back to my trailer to “run lines”.

It sucks.

So, here I am, chopsticks hovering over a paper plate of cold japchae, and I haven’t taken a bite in ten minutes. Not because I’m not hungry—with this miserable diet for the upcoming shirtless scene, I’m fucking starving—but because you’re sitting across from me with your head tipped back, laughing at something Han just said.

And I can’t look away.

You glance at me briefly. You don’t even say anything. Just that soft look, the hint of a smile, and it’s enough to mess me up.

We’re seated next to each other, close, but not close enough. Knees touching occasionally beneath the table. That’s all we can risk. But I want to pull you on my lap, make you laugh at something I say, and kiss you right here.

In front of everyone.

This secret has become more precarious than I anticipated. More consuming. Two months ago, you wouldn’t even look at me unless you had to. Now we’re…whatever this is. Spending nearly every night together. You finally letting me take care of you. Letting yourself be vulnerable and soft.

I fucking love that version of you.

I’m starting to think I love all your versions.

I’m called away by Seungmin to go over the shoot schedule with J.Y. Park when we return to Seoul. And for the first time in years, I hate the idea of moving on to a new project. Normally I’m excited. I like the pace. The turnover. But this? This feels different. We feel like the beginning of something.

And yeah—you’ve asked me to end it.

More than once.

But I don’t think you mean it. Not really.

And I'm used to this cat and mouse game we've been playing since the camping trip.

I text the others I won’t be joining them for dinner and wait across the lot from your trailer. When I hear the door open, I don’t dare turn around. I don’t want her to see me here, waiting for you.

But once she’s gone, I go to you.

You jump when I open the door. “What are you doing?”

I step inside, shutting the door behind me. “What are you doing?” I repeat, lip quirking up as you dart to the window. “She’s gone. I watched her leave.”

“I thought you left…were you waiting outside my trailer?”

It certainly sounds creepy when you say it like that, y/n.

“It seemed like you were ready to blow a gasket after she showed up. Your agent, right?”

You nod, leaning back against the counter with a sigh. I know that sigh. I hate that sigh.

“Everything okay?”

“Hyunjin…”

No. Don’t say it.

“…I think we really need to end this.”

There it is.

Again.

“What? Why?” I ask, although I already know what’s coming next.

You give the same script. That we work now, in secret, in this strange little world we’ve built, but once it’s over, we’ll fall apart.

You say it like it’s inevitable. Like there’s no point even trying, but I disagree.

I step closer, sliding my hands to your waist as you mention your agency using me.

“You won’t let them.”

“Of course not. I don’t want to use you for anything.”

“You could use me for some stuff,” I murmur, lowering my head to kiss you. You stop me with a palm to my chest.

“That’s not what I meant.”

I smile anyway. “I know. But I don’t care what anyone says.”

“You do care. About your career.”

Of course I do. But that doesn’t mean you’re disposable.

You have no idea how much I’ve been thinking about this lately. Wondering what the hell any of this means. Wondering what the future looks like if it’s just more lonely penthouse suites and new projects without you in them.

“So what—what do you want me to do? Pretend I don’t want you?”

“I don’t know…” you trail off. “Maybe stop looking at me like no other woman on this planet exists.”

I blink.

So you’ve noticed. And you’re still going on about ending this?

“They don’t.” You rest your head against my chest, and I hold you tighter. “You don’t have to be scared.”

It’s quiet for a moment as you, hopefully, let my words pour over you.

“You riding back with me?”

“I shouldn’t…”

“But you will?”

You sigh. “You’re making this really hard.”

“You thought breaking up with me would be easy?”

You let out a soft, sad laugh before replying, voice barely above a whisper. “There’s nothing to break up.”

Hm. You say that. But you’re still here. In my arms. Letting me hold you like this. You’re scared, sure…but you’re not done. Not yet.

I still have time to show you what this could be.

I kiss the top of your head and pull away just enough to catch your eyes.

“I’ll meet you in the parking lot.”

Because as long as you keep coming back—I’m not letting you go.

You sit beside me in the back seat, your head resting on my shoulder. The streetlights roll across your face as we glide past storefronts. You’re quiet, in that peaceful way you get when you’re tired but content.

With me.

And I don’t want to hide that, anymore. I like you. I don’t even know when it happened exactly…when wanting you turned into wanting to be yours.

“You hungry?” I ask.

You nod, stifling a yawn. “We can order in,” you mumble. Then you glance up. “Changbin, did you eat?”

I smile at that. You’re always so thoughtful and courteous with him.

“Yes,” he replies. “But I can eat again—if the boss will allow it.”

“Yeah, but you’re going to your room as soon as you’re full.” I warn him.

“That’s my secret, Cap,” he glances at me through the rearview mirror. “I’m never full.”

You shake with laughter against my side, and I wrap an arm around you, pulling you closer.

We ride in silence until my phone lights up. And I make, quite possibly, the biggest mistake of my life by looking at it.

Alessia [7:35 PM]: Dinner still on? 👀 You better not flake, Romeo.

I feel you sit up before I can fix my expression.

“Shit. I forgot about this dinner thing. My agent set it up with the stylist for that concept shoot in a few weeks.”

You nod. “Yeah, no worries. Work’s work.”

You say it like it doesn’t bother you. Like it’s fine.

But your smile doesn’t reach your eyes.

I want to tell you I don’t even want to go. That I’d rather be on your couch again, or mine, sitting way too close, pretending we’re still just co-stars even though my entire body feels like it knows yours now.

But instead, I say, “I’ll text you later?”

You don’t answer right away. Then finally, as you move to open the door, “Sure.”

I catch your arm and bring you back to me, hooking a finger under your chin. I gently turn your face and lean forward to kiss you, but there’s no reciprocation.

I stop and pull back to look at you.

Your eyes are dark and distant. Guarded.

“It’s just a work thing,” I offer softly.

“Even if it’s not,” you say, eyes on your hands, “it’s fine. We’re not dating, Hyunjin. We can’t.”

Before I can say anything, you open the door and step out.

“Have a good time,” you say.

And then you’re gone.

You don’t look back.

I stare at the closed door for a second too long.

Have a good time?

What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Are you angry? Are you testing me? Do you really not care at all?

None of those possibilities make me feel better.

Changbin reroutes us to the restaurant and the silence in the car makes how I’m feeling even worse.

When we arrive, I don’t get out right away. I sit there, gripping my phone like it’s going to give me an answer to my troubles.

“Come in with me,” I say finally, not even looking at him.

He doesn’t ask why. Just shrugs and follows.

The restaurant is one of those upscale lounge-type places—dim lighting, curved velvet booths, candles flickering on each table.

Alessia waves us over from the corner, smiling wide. She’s already had a drink, maybe two. She’s glowing, radiant in a low-cut black dress, and stands to greet me like we’re old friends.

“You made it,” she beams in English, her Italian accent thick. “I ordered that citrus thing you like.”

I nod and sit across from her. She doesn’t acknowledge Changbin until he slides into the booth beside me.

“You brought Changbin?” she asks, eyebrows lifting slightly.

“He’s my shadow,” I reply. It’s a joke. Sort of.

She laughs too loud at it, brushing her hair over one shoulder.

I glance at my phone under the table.

Nothing from you.

We order. The drinks come fast. We talk work—photo concepts, branding, upcoming schedules. She’s smart. Talented. She’s good at her job.

She’s also not you.

But you’re not mine. You’ve made that clear.

Why do you insist on drilling that into my head?

“You’re working with Donatella, right?”

I nod.

“Do you think she’d provide clothing? I know she’d serve your looks justice,” she smiles too widely at me.

“I could reach out to her team.”

This is the version of me people expect—the public Hyunjin. Charming. Neutral. Professional.

I sip the drink. It tastes like citrus and regret.

Somewhere between the third glass and dessert, the conversation loosens. Alessia laughs more easily. Her voice gets softer, the edge in it smoothing out.

She’s pretty. I know that. I’m not blind. I just don’t care.

But…you want me to care? You want me to notice other women? You think this type of night should feel good and be fun, right? This is what you expect for me?

Beautiful girls. Fancy drinks. Easy conversation. No risk.

But it feels hollow.

Because the only place I want to be right now is wherever you are.

And the worst part?

You’re convincing yourself you don’t want me. And even though I don’t believe you, you’re stubborn enough to walk away from me.

The thought alone drives a stake through my heart.

My head is foggy when I wake up around 3:00pm. Bits of last night flicker in and out of focus: the drinks, the candlelight, Alessia laughing too loud at Changbin’s jokes. Her voice in my ear as we exit the restaurant.

“Let’s go out the side,” she said, looping her arm through mine. “Less crowded.”

Then, the flash of cameras. Her hand on my chest. Lips near my cheek, then my mouth.

A kiss I didn’t want. A photo I didn’t see coming.

I scrub a hand over my face, grab my phone, and check my messages.

None from you, still.

Just as I go to put my phone down, I notice the slew of messages from my agency. There are links to several articles, all with terribly misinformed headlines as usual.

“Hyunjin Spotted With Vogue Italia Stylist After Hours—New Romance?”

“Kiss Caught On Camera: Hyunjin’s Secret Night Out”

Fuck.

I vaguely remember Changbin having a heated exchange with the paparazzi after I got away from them and into the car, but clearly that didn’t stop them.

I sit up. My heart is thudding now. I scroll, jaw clenched. Comment sections are chaos. Some fans are screaming. Others are celebrating. Rumors are starting.

Is this why you haven’t text me back?

I can only imagine how this looks from your perspective. But maybe this is what you wanted, what you needed to give you that final push to stay away from me. Maybe this is a sign showing you how quickly things could spiral out of control.

I text you first, hoping you’re still within reason and haven’t shut me out completely. Then, I text my agency that Alessia is off the shoot and to find a new stylist. Something about how that all played out last night is a little too suspicious for my liking.

My thoughts are a mess as I get dressed and head out. But I need to see you. I need to explain.

In today’s scene Jae-hoon is supposed to be unraveling. Broken down from his father’s rejection, clinging to the one place—and person—that makes him feel safe.

It’s not hard to get there today.

I sit at the table, a bottle of soju in front of me, the fake condensation dripping onto my hand. Felix is still fixing my makeup right until the moment they call “places”. My eyes go straight to you.

You don’t look back.

You haven’t, not since I got here.

It hits me harder than I expected. I thought maybe the text would break the ice. Or at least earn a glance. But you’re focused. Cold, even.

I hate it.

The cameras roll.

“I’ve been looking for you,” you say.

“Well. Congratulations. You found me,” I reply, voice heavy. “Want a drink?”

You answer, soft but firm: “No. You left without saying anything. I wanted to know what’s going on.”

I look up at you and everything clenches—my chest, my throat, my goddamn soul. You’re in character, but you’re also you. And all I can think about is what I actually want to say to you.

“Cut!” Chan calls. “Do you need your line, Hyunjin?”

I shake my head. “Let’s go again.”

Every take, I get a little worse. Because every time I look at you, I feel farther away.

Finally, Chan calls for a break.

You disappear behind the set and I follow, because I have to.

But our conversation does no good.

“I trust you,” you say, and my heart stutters—until you finish. “To get this scene done in a timely manner. Let’s focus on that.”

And just like that, the door slams shut again.

Back on set, we go again.

This time, I get there. Maybe because I’ve lived it now. Maybe because the pain I’m playing is real.

“My father thinks I’m weak…” I start. And it pours out.

By the time I deliver the final line—“Tell me who I am, then. Because without you, I don’t fucking know anymore”—my voice cracks.

Your hand is in mine.

And even though we’re acting, I wish—just for a moment—it wasn’t a scene at all.

"Cut!" Chan calls out.

You squeeze my hand, gentle and brief, comforting me but I don’t know where the line is between us and our characters anymore. My chest rises and falls too fast. I wipe my eyes with the back of my hand and glance around at the crew, pretending like the emotion was part of the job.

Maybe some of it was.

But not all of it.

Because the way I looked at you? The way my voice cracked on that last line?

That wasn’t acting.

I meant every word.

“Tell me who I am, then. Because without you, I don’t fucking know anymore.”

It’s not just dialogue to me. It’s a truth I’ve been trying not to say out loud.

You’re already letting go of my hand. Already standing. Already leaving the moment behind like it didn’t mean anything.

But I’m still sitting here.

Still reeling.

And for the first time on this project, I’m not sure if I’ll be able to let go of this character—because I don’t know where he ends and I begin.

Not when it comes to you.

When you confirm that you’re in your apartment, I throw on a pair of shoes and dart to the elevator almost instantly.

I knock at your door and you answer. Barefoot, tired, and you don’t say anything. You just let me in.

Getting no emotion at all from you is somehow worse.

“It wasn’t what you thought,” I start quietly. “We had dinner and drinks and talked about the upcoming shoot—Changbin was there the whole time.”

You raise a brow. That last bit was meant to be comforting, but perhaps it’s not. Given that I informed you Changbin is sworn to secrecy when we kissed at the club.

“She was flirty. I won’t deny that. But that’s normal, to me. Not ego. Just a fact.”

You remain unmoved.

“She kept saying how cold she was in the restaurant, so I gave her my shirt. And when we said goodbye, I went to do the cheek-kiss thing. It’s customary with Europeans, but she went in for my lips. I didn’t kiss her back. I swear, y/n. Not like that.”

I pause, watching you.

Still nothing.

“You don’t have to worry, I’ve had her replaced for the shoot.”

The blank look on your face is eating me alive. I feel like I’m grasping at straws, like the moment I’ve been dreading is finally here. You don’t want me to fix this.

You let the silence stretch.

“Okay,” you finally say.

Just one word? But you believe me?

No…something is still wrong.

“It happens in this industry,” you continue, almost too calm. “Exploitation and shitty misunderstandings.”

I exhale. For a second, it feels like we might be okay. But when I take another step closer to you, you hold your hand up to stop me.

“But just because I understand it doesn’t mean it changes anything.”

My heart falters. “Why not?”

“We aren’t dating. We’re not a thing, Hyunjin. Whether what you just said was true or not, it changes nothing. We need to end this.”

“True or not?” I echo. “So you don’t believe me?”

“I do. But that’s not the point.”

I frown. “It should be. After everything, I feel like we owe it to ourselves to see if there’s more here. To make our choice based on what we want?”

“Hyunjin…no.”

“Why not?”

You gesture between us. “Because you’re…you. I’m barely starting out. You know how this goes—rumors, scrutiny. It’s not just unwise, it could be career suicide for me. So this is my choice. This is what I want.”

You’ve expressed the same concerns multiple times and I know, I get it. You’re new, you’re talented, and you’re already under a microscope. You’re afraid that being with me would have people accusing you of being the girl who slept her way to screen time.

But don’t you understand I’d do everything in my power to prevent that from happening?

“But…it felt real, right?”

You swallow hard. “It did…but that doesn’t matter.”

“It matters to me.”

You close your eyes and shake your head. “I appreciate you coming to tell me. But we can’t do this anymore.”

When you open your eyes again and look down at the ground, I can see it written all over your face. You’re trying so hard to be strong and it makes me second guess my actions. Would it be easier for you if I just let you go? But being this close to you, I can’t understand how that would make sense.

[ SONG: ESCAPE ]

I take a tentative step toward you, and you don’t move away.

We’re close, but not touching.

“We only have three weeks left on set,” you murmur, finally looking up at me. “We can’t do this again.”

Another step closer and you stay in place. I can feel the sparks radiating between us in this moment. Your resolve is slipping.

“But I don’t want to leave it like this.”

I search your face, and then I do the thing I shouldn’t do.

I kiss you.

Hard.

You kiss me back.

And that’s all it takes.

The second your mouth touches mine, I know I’m fucked.

Not just turned on. Not just desperate. Fully gone.

The kiss is chaotic. My hands dive into your hair. You clutch at my neck, my shoulders, pulling me closer like you want me under your skin. Like you need me there.

Trust me, I would live there if I could.

“We can’t,” you whisper against my lips—but your hand is already beneath my shirt.

“Then tell me to stop,” I taunt, kissing your jaw, your throat, that spot beneath your ear that always makes your breath hitch.

You don’t.

Instead, you peel my shirt off, your fingertips trailing heat down my sides. I help you out of your shirt, and when our skin collides, my entire body lights up. Then we’re stumbling—through the living room, down the hall, unable to keep off each other.

“I could take care of us,” I say, rough and reckless. I mean it. “You wouldn’t have to worry.”

You laugh bitterly, pushing me against the hallway wall. “I’m not a trophy wife, Hyunjin.”

You come back to me, kissing me as you push my sweatpants down. I step out of them before lifting you, and your legs wrap around my waist as I pin you against the opposite wall.

“That’s not what I meant,” I murmur, my lips brushing along your collarbone.

“I’m not something to keep hidden in a penthouse either.”

“I wouldn’t hide you.” I kiss you again, rougher this time, like I’m trying to burn the promise into your mouth. Like I can make you believe me.

You drop to your feet, slip out of your pajama bottoms and underwear. Then drop down to your knees.

Fuck.

One of your hands grips my thigh. The other wraps around the base of my cock, and I look down just as your lips part to take me in.

My head hits the wall, my hands find your hair, gripping tight, helpless to do anything but groan as you suck my cock with urgency. Your words aren’t matching up to your actions—all you’re doing is reminding me that you want and need me just as much.

“Fuck, y/n—your mouth…”

You moan around my cock and my knees nearly give out. Your hand strokes what your mouth can’t reach, your tongue tracing the underside with precision.

Then your other hand disappears between your legs.

“You touching yourself?” I pant. You nod, eyes locked on mine as you suck even harder. “Mmm, yes. Play with yourself for me, jagi. Get that pussy nice and wet for me.”

You moan again, louder this time. I start thrusting slowly into your mouth, and when you don’t pull away, I push my hips forward, going deeper. And you take it all.

“That feels so fucking good,” I growl. “I don’t want this to be the last time. Don’t make me lose this.”

I pull out, wiping the spit from your chin with my thumb. I grip your jaw between my fingers and squat down so we’re eye-level. I need you to hear me, to see me when I say this.

“I’d burn everything I’ve built to the ground if it meant having you,” my tone is soft, but the words are a dangerous promise.

A flicker of something passes through your eyes—hope? Fear?

You don’t respond.

I pull you to your feet and kiss you, tasting myself on your tongue as we stumble toward the bedroom. We make it onto the bed and the moment your body is fully pressed against mine, something in me shatters.

I can’t lose you.

I line up at your entrance, dragging the head of my cock against your folds. You’re soaked—dripping, actually—and it drives me insane.

“You want me to stop?” I ask, teasing you with shallow thrusts. Just the tip, in and out. Just enough to make you squirm.

You gasp, clutching at my shoulders.

“Answer me.”

“Hyunjin,” you groan, hips chasing mine.

“This has to end, right?” I push a little deeper, then pull out again. “You can walk away from me without missing this?”

You’re panting now, writhing beneath me, your fingernails digging into my back.

“Just fuck me,” you beg. “Please.”

“Tell me you can do that,” I whisper, biting your bottom lip.

“Hyunjin, please,” you breathe.

I sink into you with one long, deep stroke, and we both moan—loud and broken. Your pussy wraps around me like it doesn’t want to let go, and I curse under my breath at how fucking tight you feel.

I kiss down your chest, teeth grazing your skin, and latch onto your nipple, sucking hard as I start to fuck into you. I grab your thighs and push them higher, opening you wider, going deeper.

“You feel unreal, y/n,” I groan, watching your eyes flutter shut.

Your pussy contracts around me and I can feel how close you already are. But I want more. I want to drag this out until you’re shaking.

“Tell me,” I murmur again, pulling almost all the way out. “Tell me you can just forget about this.”

“I—I can’t,” you cry out, head tilting back.

I pull out completely.

Your eyes shoot open in protest, but I kiss my way down your body before you can say anything. Down your chest, your stomach, until I’m nestled between your legs. I push your thighs apart and look up at you.

“You say we’re done…but your pussy says otherwise, jagi.”

Then I bury my tongue in you.

You gasp, hips jerking as I lick from your entrance to your clit, swirling my tongue slowly, teasing you.

“I should leave,” I mumble against you. “Let you go, right?”

You moan my name, fists tangled in the sheets, and I groan when your hips buck against my face.

“But I’m not that strong, y/n,” I say, licking circles around your clit now. “I want you too much.”

Your thighs shake. You’re close again. I slip two fingers inside you and curl them just right.

“Hyun—fuck—Hyunjin!”

“That’s it,” I taunt. “Come on my tongue. Let me have it.”

You break apart right in front of me, your thighs trembling around my head. I groan, licking you through it until you’re twitching and whining.

I sit up, my mouth wet with your cum, and crawl back over your body.

“Still want this to end?” I ask, licking the taste of you from my lips.

You yank me down into a kiss, to have a taste yourself, and then push me until I’m on my back. You straddle me without hesitation, reaching between us to line my cock up.

“I should say no,” you whisper, voice chock full of that same disdain from week one as you slowly lower yourself onto my cock.

“Then say it,” I grit, hands gripping your thighs as I thrust into you.

You start to move, slowly at first—hips rolling in lazy, torturous circles. I want to throw my head back onto the pillows, but I also don’t want to take my eyes off you. You look so fucking good on top of me.. Skin flushed. Breathless.

“You were made for this cock,” I say.

“You’re so full of yourself,” you hiss, riding me faster.

“Only when I’m inside you,” I growl, reaching up to cup your breasts. “Only when your pussy is squeezing my cock like this.”

You slam your hips down harder, again and again, until I sit up and wrap my arms around you, chest to chest. I kiss you, still thrusting into you, but the rhythm is messy and wild. But I don’t care, I need to be this close to you right now.

Fuck that. I need to be this close to you always.

But I’m terrified that even this reminder of what it’s like when we’re together won’t be enough this time.

“Turn around for me,” I say, voice hoarse.

You climb off and I guide you onto your stomach, yanking you up by the hips until you’re on your knees, ass in the air. I take a second to admire you again—back arched, pussy still dripping for me.

I grip your hips and slide back inside. It feels calming.

Like this is mine. Like you’re mine.

You drop your chest to the bed, arching your back further, your ass bouncing perfectly with every thrust.

“Gonna fuck you so good you forget why you want this to end,” I say, pounding into you raw and fast. “Gonna show you why you should be mine.”

You throw your ass back against me, crying out with every thrust. I slip a hand between your thighs and rub your clit again.

“I’m gonna come,” you moan. “Fuck—I’m so close.”

“Do it,” I pant. “Let me feel you come on my cock, jagi. I need it.”

You moan as your thighs shake. Your pussy clenches around me so tight I can barely breathe. I keep going, chasing my own release, hips snapping into yours.

“Shit—y/n—I’m—fuck—”

I come hard, groaning through my teeth as I collapse over your back, my whole body shuddering.

And even as I roll off you, chest heaving, heart racing…I already know what this was.

A crash, not a landing.

You roll over and pull the blanket to cover you as the silence consumes us.

“This doesn’t change anything,” you say softly.

I sit up and swing my legs off the bed, my back to you as my head drops. “I know.”

I don’t try to hold you.

You don’t ask me to stay.

But neither of us move for a long, long time.

a/n: i have nothing to say other than i'm sorry 🥹 but we'll get them on the right track by the end! pinky promise.

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 9 hours ago

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Idk if this is weird to say and I don't mean to sound like a hater or anything, but is it just me or does it feel like the creator/s of twst don't care anymore??? Like, I can't exactly pinpoint when I started feeling this way but I really feel it nowadays... It just feels like everything's for cash and not love for the characters or story if that makes sense? Or maybe I'm just crazy??

I don't think this is "hating" on Twst at all to express your dissatisfaction with it; it's important to be able to critique what you love--it shows that you care about your interests and want Twst to be better. It only becomes "hate" when you cause harm and/or refuse to hear other opinions on the topic.

Twst definitely feels different than it was at launch, but I don't necessarily think it's because the devs "don't care anymore" and that everything they do is "for cash and not love for the characters or story". What is posed in the ask is based on the assumption that the devs love the characters and story to begin with which... may not be true. (Yana may like Disney and be excited to work on Twst, but we can't assume the same of everyone.) We have to remember that, to the Twst devs, this is work and they are under constant pressure to put out new content (which is the nature of live service games). 5+ years of working on the same project under that kind of environment could also cause feelings to shift. Sure, maybe individual devs are still very attached to their work or passionate about what they do, but the goal or their product (like other gacha games) has always been profit first and foremost, not to share a love for the characters or story.

I feel I must remind everyone: the devs/creatives do NOT get final say in what happens with Twst. The devs just make art and write for the game. It's the higher ups in corporate giving approval on what content gets put out, what collabs Twst gets into, the direction of the project, etc. Let's not blame the devs for "losing love" for what they do when it is most likely NOT them making the decisions. If Twst feels like it's more focused on making money than expanding on the story or characters, then that's NOT a fault of the devs.

Now, what do I mean when I say that Twst "feels different" than it was at launch?? Simple: Twst is no longer JUST a game, it now feels like a full-on franchise, something a company actively promotes to get more eyes on their product (and therefore more money in their wallets). Think about it. We have so many more merch releases and irl events (pop-up shops, collab cafes, livestreams, exhibitions, con panels, even the 3D live concert in fall 2025). There's the manga, light novel, and, very soon, the anime adaptations. The EN server now exists in North America, Singapore, and Australia.

Along with that, there's been a shift in in-game content. We're getting staff cards and even overblot cards, which have long since desired since Twst's early days (meaning a lot of players would happily spend or save to get them). We're getting Halloween characters and birthday cards (ie more things to roll for). New banners consistently come out (usually with groovies locked or timegated), which induces FOMO and encourages people to roll now rather than later. However, despite getting new cards more frequently than we did before, we are getting fewer vignettes and instead get furniture, which many (myself included) believe is not a suitable replacement. Voice lines by themselves are also not adequate, as they hardly tell a story even when stitched altogether. We are, quite literally, getting LESS story and NO gems (each vignette you read, you get 5 gems back) for rolling some of the shiny new SSRs. For example, the Clubwears, hometown rerun SSRs, AND book 7 SSRs have no vignettes. In some cases, event Rs like GloMasq Riddle and Ruggie, have no vignettes either.

Another thing that may contribute to Twst feeling different is how... daring they've gotten with flaunting the "Disney"-ness of it all. Disney characters only used to be vaguely alluded to in stories or as figures in a time long since passed. They felt almost mythical, even Mickey (who was the only Disney character we could actually "meet"). But now there are so many overt references to it and cross-promotional campaigns. For example, we had not one, not two, but THREE Tsumsted Wonderland events, each with multiple SSRs you could roll for. Then there's the Lost in the Book events where we literally meet multiple Disney characters straight from the films. And how about the entire Platinum Jacket line, which exists as a part of Disney's centennial? The in-game promotional campaigns and relevant event reruns to promote live-action remake releases? It gives the sense of Disney corporate using nostalgia to promote sales and emotional attachment.

So long story short: yes, Twst has changed, but I'd argue that's natural and to be expected of a game that's been running for years. (The quality of writing also naturally fluctuates with a live service game, so I'm not going to count that as a point for Twst "changing" or now feeling different.) With the success it has achieved, it must be giving the higher-ups more money and confidence to "branch out" and increase the revenue via other streams. This means more merch, more events, more adaptations, more banners--but it also unfortunately means fewer vignettes, more peddling of other Disney IPs, and seemingly never getting a break from Twst. It's very much a double-edged sword, and everyone's going to feel a little differently about it.

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chemicallywrit · 1 day ago

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A very happy Audio Drama Sunday to everyone, I am...super behind. I'm not sure how that happened, but I have like, five audio drama episodes this week that I did not get around to listening to (so no one tell me what happens on Old Gods of Appalachia this week), and YET! And yet, an absolute wealth of episodes were given to us nevertheless, I have more than enough to write about. Let's go!

🐑 Anytime Tin Can Audio rolls up with a show, I find myself enchanted. The methods of storytelling are always fresh with Amber Devereux. So I was HYPED for @landsendpod, and I was still blown away! HECK. Bibi June is a killer writer. Land's End is setting up a fascinating dichotomy between those who care strongly about land and those who give care to the land. As an American I'm familiar with land-back movements on this side of the Atlantic, so I find this particular setup both unfamiliar and intriguing. All of this is of course just an interesting thematic background for the mysteries our Shepherd finds himself embroiled in, both ancillary to and growing inside his flock, and this I am watching with equal fascination. Hop on board this show while it's new, you will not regret it.

✨ I personally find it really annoying when a fantasy story does a bunch of front-loading of worldbuilding before you even get to meet any characters, so I love the way @levianpodcast-desperado is scaffolding their exposition. Of COURSE the Tanathea is desperately scrabbling for power--the Tellaris used to have access to a powerful and strange magic all their own. I should have expected as much from Samy Soussi, but the way this story is introducing colonialism as a secret, creeping evil is gorgeous. I'm excited to see how Valentin, a less conniving Tellari, is exposed to this oceanic magic, and how it changes him.

☢️ Oh dang! Hearthbound with the twist! Finding ourselves not just on a lonesome journey, but in a post-apocalyptic road trip world, really resonates in a way with the original Odyssey that I find beautiful. The Odyssey is a post-apocalypse in a way--everyone Odysseus knows is dead, the largest power in the world has fallen, razed to the ground, and all he wants is the comfort of home. The move to make Hearthbound embrace those ideas with Odessa is genius. It's an especially cool application when we're introduced to Calypso. And as always, the music makes me cry.

👻 I love when @hellofromthehallowoods messes with its format. The urgency of this final confrontation in Scout City is just exacerbated with freakin gods bothering Nikignik all the time. The way this show deals with scale, with the fact that our narrator could be watching anything or everything else, and the fact that as bad as this huge riot is, it's still so, so small...man, it's masterful.

🍞 You know, when Bellamy Pink said, “Someday we’ll be rich enough to be good people," boy...I felt that. These past few weeks I've been thinking a lot about debt, how it makes you desperate and crazy, how survival mode forces you into situations where there are no good options. @killjamxxx is so perfect for delivering this message; between the fabulous gore and funny characters and colorful worldbuilding, there is a little voice that says, "Hey, look at these people whose only option is risking death or salvation. That's real. It's happening right now." And it's especially good that the little voice is often delivered through Faustina. It isn't a weakness to have principles. Especially when you also have an axe.

‼️Hey! Inn Between is hosting a joke contest! If you have a joke that would fit into a fantasy world, get up in there! (Please help me. I am good at many things, but not jokes.)

That's it for this week! Enter our joke contest and we'll see you next Sunday!

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tommysparkles · 2 days ago

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2, 7 and 14 for the cuddling prompts! (Or whichever if u don't want 2 do all 3 in 1)

on it! 2. on the couch/loveseat, 7. for comfort, 14. in public

"Noooooo," Buck groans as he loses yet another hand of poker. "This was more fun when I had math superpowers."

Tommy laughs next to him as Buck collapses against him as they sit on the little outdoor couch on Bobby and Athena's new patio. They're all celebrating Bobby's long recovery from the lab explosion and subsequent illness, Buck and Tommy getting back together, and Chris coming home.

And Buck's learning, he's still terrible at poker.

"You could go stick your finger in a light socket," Chimney cracks.

Buck pretends to think about it, and Tommy bumps him with his shoulder. "No."

Buck pouts at him. "You never let me have any fun."

Tommy waggles his eyebrows like the dork he is. "Not true and you know it."

Buck grins as everyone goes back to the game with a groan. Tommy sets his cards down and Buck cuddles into him.

"You have no poker face, sweetheart," Tommy says quietly. "Also, I know all your tells."

Buck frowns at that. "You can't possibly know all of them."

"Hmm," Tommy says. Eddie tells him it's his turn and he checks before turning back to Buck. "You stick your tongue out of the corner of your mouth when you have a good hand, like you're excited. You get these little furrows between your brows right here-" Tommy taps a spot between his eyebrows. "-when you've got a bad one."

Buck sighs. "Stupid face."

Tommy huffs another laugh, wrapping an arm around him and pulling him in closer. "Never. I love that face."

"Oh," Buck says. "Okay then."

Tommy kisses the top of his head and Buck rests right there, watching his family, curled up next to his boyfriend, feeling immensely good about how everything's turned out.

#911 #bucktommy #fic #my fic

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jules2kewl · 3 days ago

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A different path.

COWBOY SEVIKA AU.

Tags: sevika works in a ranch, reader is married, artist reader, sevika and reader are neighbors, eventual smut, sevika cowboy au, chubby reader, sevika x female reader, fluff.

Word count: 17k. Sorry guys I’m a yapper.

Part: 2/?

Note: I’m sorry I wrote so much. I hope you guys like it. Also jumps are in the beginning lol.

You’re in doggy style. Looking out the window. He’s panting in your ear.

Is this what sex felt like?

The first time you two had sex, you were both drunk. So you hoped it was sloppy only because he was intoxicated.

But no, this is just how he is. You don’t remember the last time you had an orgasm. With him, you didn’t have any. And you didn’t have the energy to try to masturbate. So you just let him do whatever, while your mind wandered. You liked face down or doggy style; so he couldn’t see your face. He doesn’t care about the lack of noise or reaction from you, doesn’t bother to ask if you’ve finish or not.

It feels fake. Performative. One sided.

It was just for him.

—

You watch tv after completing your tasks. The food cooling on the stove.

You hear a knock, not thinking about who it was.

You open it, and see sevikas chest. You have to look up to see her.

“Up here sweetie.”

You smile.

“Sevika, hey.”

You were in a bunny night gown. She smiles.

“How old are you?”

She asks. You raise your eyebrows.

“What?.. I’m.. I’m 24.. jeez.”

“The bunnies. They’re cute.”

She chuckles softly. Your cheeks hot from embarrassment.

“Don’t be embarrassed. I said they’re cute.”

“Whatever, come in.”

She steps in, her boots heavy. She takes them off and sits down.

“Mind if I have a smoke?”

You shake your head. The house already reeked because of your husband; so it wouldn’t have made a difference, but you open your window anyway.

“Would you like anything? I just made lunch actually. And I baked some muffins.”

“Muffins?”

She lights up her cigar. You nod.

“I like muffins a lot. I thought I’d make some for myself, but I don’t mind sharing.”

She takes a hit, pausing as the smoke released from her mouth.

“What type?”

“Uh, blueberry and banana.”

She shifts a little.

“Banana doesn’t sound too bad,”

You go to retrieve it. She takes a bite.

“Mmh, good. Thanks sweets.”

You smile and sit down.

“I was thinking about when you said you painted,”

She said between bites.

“You still have them?”

“The paintings?”

You ask, trying to hide excitement.

“Yes.”

“I do. You wanna see?”

You stand up before she answers. She nods. You rush to the attic and take them out. Secretly excited to show her. You always loved the praise whenever someone saw your paintings. And you hadn’t received it in a while. So this was great.

You take them down and unravel the paintings. It was scenery. And even one self portrait that you made yourself look good in. She looks at them. You get a little nervous when she doesn’t say anything.

“Do you sell them?”

“What? Like.. sell or commission?”

“Both.”

She takes another hit.

“I don’t really.. wait, why?”

She looks up at you.

“I want a painting.”

You smile. No one has ever asked you this.

“It wouldn’t be cheap.”

She sits up.

“I didn’t ask how much. I asked if you do it.”

She says sternly. As if offended from your assumption.

“I’d do it for you. But I don’t .. have any supplies.”

You sigh. She releases smoke. You look at her left arm. My eyes widening slightly, but you bring them away. How the fuck have you not noticed her arm?

Did she lose it?

Shhh. Don’t.. think about that.

“There’s a shop. 30 minutes away. If you make me my painting, I’ll buy you everything.”

Your eyes widen. Holy shit. New material. Paint brushes. Paint. Sketchbooks..

“All of it?”

“All of it.”

You squeal. But clap your palm to your mouth. She raises an eyebrow.

You clear your throat.

“What do you want me to paint?”

She takes out her wallet, then passes a picture to you. It was thin. It was a horse.

“A horse?”

“My horse.”

She corrects you.

You smile. Cute.

“Cute. Why your horse?”

She pauses.

“Poor thing died. Got shot.”

She exhales smoke.

“Surprisingly, she became a pet to me.”

Ah. You understood now.

“That’s a shame. I’ll do her right. Can I.. can I keep this until I finish it?”

Her lip twitches, she hesitates.

“Keep it safe.”

You nod.

—

Time passes. You wonder when she’ll take you to the shop. Hoping for a distraction. Depression hit you like a train. You felt extremely isolated. Doing the same tasks. Having the same unpleasant sex. You felt too regular. Was settling down supposed to be like this? Leaving your old self behind? You barely got calls from your friends back home. You wake up one morning. From crying. He already left for work.

You go downstairs after changing into a loose sweater and some shorts. As you make coffee, you hear a knock on your door. You open it.

“Morning,”

You blink.

“Shouldn’t you be at the ranch?”

“Got the day off. Thought we could go to the diner before heading to that artsy shop.”

Your tiredness immediately goes away.

“I’m ready.”

She smiles. “Then let’s go.”

The coffee is forgotten, you get into her pick up truck. It was hard to get on, but she lifted you easily. You weren’t exactly skinny. So it surprised you.

At the diner. You stare at the menu.

“Would it be greedy… if I ordered the breakfast slam?”

You ask her, staring hard at the photo. Pancake stacks, hash browns, sausage and eggs. And even a milkshake. You lived on sugary stuff.

“Greedy? Eat what you want.”

You smile. You order exactly that. Eating eagerly. She ordered toast, easy eggs and hash brown with onions and mushroom. With a black coffee.

You take out your wallet, she slams cash down.

“Don’t.”

She threatens. Your stomach flutters. Woah.

“Okay.”

You raise your hands and smile.

At the shop, you run around, picking everything up. She follows you around, confused at whatever an easel was.

“What size do you want it?”

She looks up at the canvases. She picks a 50x70.

“Bet.”

You pick it up. And a couple same size canvases, just in case.

She paid for it, you squeal and hug the supplies tightly.

“Jesus.”

She chuckles. You get into the truck.

“Thank you thank you thank you!”

She smiles.

She drives you back. You eagerly start on a new painting, quickly forgetting your daily tasks. He comes home.

“Fuck are you doing?”

There’s a cloth set on the floor, and an easel set up as you prep the canvas.

“Hey hon, just starting a painting.”

“Where the fuck did you get everything?”

He starts sounding mad.

“Uhm, sevika took me to a shop. I didn’t think there would be any art shops around here..”

“Sevika? That fuckin’ dyke? Why are you hanging out with her!”

He yells. You flinch. He just came home, why the hell is he so mad?

“Jesus, I didn’t think it’d be a big deal!”

You yell back. He steps closer, his boots thudding against the floor. You feel fear taint your stomach. Stepping back.

“What? You think you can just leave the house whenever?”

You laugh.

“I didn’t know I had to ask you for permission.”

He paused. Staring you down.

“Did you even make food?”

Your stomach drops.

“Theres leftovers.” You say pathetically.

“Leftovers? Go make something. Now.”

You never thought you’d ever be scared of a man.

Here you are. Making him some food. On command.

—

Overtime. You feel more depressed. Lonely. You find yourself going over to sevikas house more.

“What’s up with you?”

She asks. Looking up and down at you. You were still in your bunny night gown and your hair not brushed.

“What do you mean?”

She paused.

“You’re not dressed up when you come over now.”

You let out a breath.

“No point of dressing up nice when all you do is clean and cook.”

You smile weakly. But her face softens.

“Come in.”

You walk in and plop onto the couch.

“How’s the painting so far?”

She serves you a glass of water.

You cringe. You had hated all the sketches and drawings you’ve done of the horse. Only thing done on the canvas was the prep. She raises an eyebrow. Noticing your face.

“You didn’t start it, did you?”

Damn. She read right through you.

You let out a sigh of defeat.

“Let’s go,”

You stand up.

“Where?”

“To yours. We’re gonna see what progress you at least have done,”

She says, putting her cigar out and serving herself another glass of whiskey.

You both go into your place. You’re a little nervous to have her here. But fuck it.

You show her the crumbled up sketches.

She picks one up. Then she holds your jaw.

“These are fucking amazing. Take a drawing, and paint it. Stop doubting yourself.”

You look into her grey eyes. And feel something in your stomach.

“Okay.”

You agree.

Later that night, you do what she says. You paint. And it felt amazing.

Then, here he comes.

“Yer doing that again?”

His boots thud against the floor.

“I thought id get started on a painting.”

“Well atleast have dinner ready.”

“It’s ready,”

You remark.

“Serve me,”

You dip your brush back into the water, picking up another color.

“You can serve yourself. You’re a grown man no?”

Pause. He looks up and done at you.

“You’re gaining weight, you know that? Stop making all that bread shit. I’m not gonna wanna fuck you with all those rolls.”

You stay quiet. You were used to people making comments on your weight. But it still hurt each time. But you try not to show it.

He walks away. You sigh.

That night. After another.. sloppy sex session. You get up and shower. You sit on the rocking chair outside on the porch. Humming to yourself for comfort. You see sevika leave her home and spot you. She walks over to you.

“What’re you doing out this late?”

You shrug.

“You don’t know?”

“I guess.”

She sits down next to you.

“Was it.. your husband?”

You look at her.

“Why do you think that?”

“You don’t look happy. I don’t see why else you’d be upset.”

You pause.

“Sevika..”

She looks at you. Reading to listen.

“Do you think.. I’ve been gaining weight?”

She raises an eyebrow.

“Uhm.. I don’t know. I don’t pay a lot of attention to that.. did he say something about it?”

You look over the fields.

“I guess. But maybe I have been gaining weight.. I’ve been eating a lot of muffins..”

“Well muffins are good. But I mean.. if you feel like you’re eating a lot.. then maybe just check up on yourself.”

She leans over.

“But he should appreciate this.”

She puts a hand on your thigh.

“He doesn’t know how good he has it. So show him.”

“How?..”

“Neglect some of his needs.”

You continue looking at the moon.

You don’t realize it, but you’re babbling off about some book. Same book you told him about. The same book he didn’t care about.

You’re leaning in her chest. Then you yawn.

“It’s still my favorite.. to this day.”

You look up at her. She’s listening. You smile.

“Thanks. Sevika.”

She nods quietly. You sit up.

“I’m going back inside.”

She stands up as well.

“Sleep well, sweetie.”

—

You find more comfort in sevika. Finding yourself at her house a lot. She plays music while you ramble about random stuff from college. You even finished the painting.

You walk up the steps, struggling to hold the canvas.

She opens the door. You let the cloth fall from the canvas. She stands there. Quiet. Staring at the painting.

“She’s beautiful.”

You give her the pocket image. She tucks it away.

“Thank you.”

She sounded genuine. The most genuine you’ve ever heard her. You smile. You both talk about her horse. She talks about how that was her girl, her pet. And she loved her. Unfortunately losing her from being in the middle of a gang fight. Which is where she reveals when she lost her arm.

“Woah.. how.. how do you even.. process that? Like take it in?”

She takes a hit, letting the smoke release from her nostrils.

“I’m not sure. I felt like it was still there. By my side. And when I tried grabbing something, id always forget it was gone. I was lucky when I get this arm.”

She looks down at the metal.

“It still feels weird. People are scared of it. But goddamn, I lost a fuckin’ arm.”

You nod, listening to her.

“So like.. how does it look? Your shoulder I mean.”

You sip your tea.

“Pretty fucked up. You can see the nerves. It looks kinda.. gross.”

You sit up.

“I wanna see.”

She hesitates, but gently takes off the arm. You get up and walk to her, touching her arm. Some of the nerves and veins were more apparent. But you thought it was cool.

“How long ago did it happen? Your shoulder is surprisingly smooth.”

She pauses.

“Around 6 years.”

You stroke each prominent line. She shudders.

You notice a couple hickeys on her neck. You feel a pang. But of what?

“Oh,”

You laugh awkwardly. She looks at you.

“What?- oh. Sorry bout that.”

You pause.

“I didn’t know you were dating someone.”

“I’m not,”

She corrects you.

“Just a nightstand. You know how it goes.”

You didn’t really.. you rarely had sex. Well, if you didn’t count your husbands lazy attempts at that.

“Uhm, yeah.”

You look out the window.

“Can I ask you something? Like.. it’ll probably make you uncomfortable.”

You nod.

“Uh, sure. I don’t see why not.”

“You have sex with him?”

You face gets hot. What the—

It’s quiet for a bit.

“I mean yeah.. he’s.. he’s my husband, sevika.”

“Well yeah, but .. does he get the job done?”

You raise an eyebrow.

“What..?”

She chuckles.

“Does he make you finish?”

Long pause.

What do you say? Do you tell her to fuck off? Do you tell her the truth? Do you lie? Do you go home?

But it’s sevika. She’s basically your closest friend…

“Uhm, why?”

She smirks.

“He’s already a piece of shit. I’m assuming you atleast put up with him because he’s good in bed?”

You get a little embarrassed.

“I.. uh.. well..”

You sigh.

“Just don’t tell anyone okay?”

She nods.

“He’s not .. that good. I mean if we’re rating.. I don’t think we’re supposed to do that. I don’t really finish.. but it’s okay. He needs it.”

It goes quiet. She looks at you. Like she’s really dissecting what you said.

“How do you put up with him, eh?”

“What do you mean—“

“I mean everything. You told me how it works. You wake up, pack him lunch, clean the house, cook dinner and come over. From what it sounds like, he pulled you away from your life. He doesn’t like when you paint, or bake, or anything. Fuck, what does he like? Look, I get the whole .. traditional thing. But I’ve seen trad wives happier than you.”

Ouch.

“You’re not happy. So why are you still with him?”

You go quiet. Your lips parted, like you want to say something. But nothing comes out.

“The old you sounds fun. And hell, I think I see more of you than your own husband does. You paint, you read, you fuckin’— write. And you’re down here, because he wanted to. Not you.”

You step back.

What the fuck are you supposed to say?

You sigh. Shit. She’s waiting for your answer. For a response. But what are you supposed to say? She was right. You’re not happy. But you’re too far in to go back.

“I’m leaving,” you blurt, you really didn’t want to. But you should.

She sighs in disappointment.

“Look, ‘m sorry. You can tell me everything, I just—“

“No. Sevika. We’re.. done here. Talk to you another day.”

You get your bag with art supplies and a book.

“Bye.”

—

2 weeks pass after that.

You still come over, but it’s awkward. You know she still wants a response. But you don’t have one.

You pass her the book.

“That’s it. The one from college. I swear I’m in love with it.”

You smile. She brushes some dust off the cover.

“Thank you. I’ll try reading it.”

You nod.

You come home. You were feeling more nauseous than usual. Sure you threw up here and then, but..

No. No.

You stare at the test. No. You feel sick. You can’t tell if it’s emotional or real. You never wanted kids. You wanted to persue art. You wanted to live a life. To retire with a bunch of cats. Because you never understood why people hated it. So you’ll show them you’re happy with a bunch of cats.

But there’s something living inside you.

You’re pregnant.

When you tell him, he’s happy.

“I hope it’s a little boy, I’ll raise him to be like his old man.”

You didn’t want it.

You come crying to her house. She opens the door.

“Shit, what’s wrong honey?”

You try to suppress your sobs.

“I’m pregnant, sevi.”

You cry, her eyes widen and she steps aside, you come in. Crying hard.

“I don’t want it. But he wants it .. he wants the baby.. I can’t..”

You continue crying. She pulls you into her lap and tries to console you. Rocking you back and forth. She rubs your back.

Your cries subside slowly. She uses her thumb to wipe your tears.

It’s quiet for a while. But you feel calm in her arms. You look up at her. You both stare into each others eyes.

You feel something in your stomach. Maybe you were going to throw up.. but no.

You feel your heart thudding against your rib. You blink repeatedly.

Uh oh.

Was that..

You look away. She brings your chin back with her organic hand.

“Hey. Look at me.”

You look at her. Then hide in her shoulder. She rubs your back.

When you wake up, you wake up in her bed. You look down at your night gown. Okay. You’re good. No sex.

You walk down the creaky wooden steps, and see her getting ready to head to the ranch.

“You’re awake,”

“Yeah.”

You walk to her and hug her. Her metal arm wraps around you.

“Can I come with you?”

You whisper.

“What about him?”

You pause.

“I don’t want to think about that.”

She pauses.

“You’ll have to be aside. Some of the horses are mean.”

You nod.

You stay on the porch of a farmhouse. You watch sevika feed cows, ride horses and do whatever cowboys do.. you admire her. And you feel that feeling again. Finding yourself wanting to be close again.

You liked her.

You mentally slapped yourself.

You have a husband. And now you’re pregnant. And plus, you’ve seen the hickeys. She’s not open to it. She wants to explore most likely. Have her freedom..

Back in her pick up truck, she plays some random country music. You look at her.

“Sevi?”

She makes a noise of acknowledgement.

“What do I do?”

There’s a long pause. She probably didn’t know either. There wasn’t a right way to do this. To carry a baby you didn’t want.

“I don’t know, baby. I don’t know.”

If you read this far, holy fuck. Big props to you. My phone is lowkey lagging really bad from how much letters there is.

#arcane #sevika #wuh luh wuh #arcane au #sevika au #sevika x reader #target audience

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matchalovertrait · 1 hour ago

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We have landed 😌

NOTE: I used the "Japan Train Station" lot by LeeWangWei

NOTE: I also used the "Komerobi Little Dreams" lot by deedaadoodii

Start from the beginning (Gen 2)

Previous | Next

[Now Playing; First Song; Zachz Winner, Gaiyu, Roga.]

[Once the plane touched down, the three ladies boarded a train to the city where Rubiya, Dulce’s longtime friend, resided. Though springtime was an ideal time to visit, Dulce saw that autumn was majestic, too. The crisp air and warm-colored foliage, combined with the shoin-zukuri style architecture, created an enchanting atmosphere.]

[It was also her first time in a country where she didn’t speak the primary language. Luckily, Dani could speak some Japanese – mostly conversational, but it was enough to get by, and her accent wasn’t terrible. Dulce listened with awe. The phonological similarities between Spanish and Japanese were pretty cool.]

[Then, Dulce spotted Rubiya! She wanted to squeal, but she didn’t want to be a rowdy tourist. Despite how new and exciting everything felt, this was the everyday commute for mostly everyone else here.]

DULCE: Rubiya! It’s so good to see you again.

RUBIYA: Same here! How was the flight?

DULCE: Super long, but I’m used to it from frequently visiting my family back in Tartosa. I just watch plenty of movies like 13 Going on 30.

RUBIYA: That movie is a classic.

[Rubiya pulled back to greet her other guests.]

DANI: Hi again! Um, I’m not sure if you remember me.

RUBIYA: You’re the paralegal who showed me that remarkable taco place!

RUBIYA: And you’re Amethyst, of course!

AMETHYST: The one and only. Thanks for inviting us to stay at your place. We could’ve booked hotel rooms.

RUBIYA: I don’t mind it at all. Speaking of which, let’s start heading over there.

[After studying abroad, Rubiya chose to stay in a duplex where she ran a halal restaurant. It was modest, but certainly not unpopular. Those “Top Places to Eat At” videos often featured the establishment.]

AMETHYST: You won in that episode of Diced Junior, huh? I watched it when it aired.

RUBIYA: Yeah! I know some people expected “more” from me, but I’m perfectly content with where I’m at.

DULCE: The people who think you fell off are losers. I say you’re living the life. You received an education and you’re doing what you love.

DANI: I get you, Rubiya. I’m more than happy being a paralegal. Even when I was a teacher, I didn’t aspire to become a principal or school administrator.

AMETHYST: It’s unfortunate that teachers aren’t supported enough. The students must’ve loved you.

DANI: I miss them but I love where I work now. When I moved from Ciudad Enamorada with Yoltic, I took the chance to start over.

AMETHYST: Would you have missed Dulce as a student, though?

[Rubiya smirked. She also attended Tartosa High School, so she was aware how Dulce was like.]

DULCE: Oh, gosh... I used to sneak into the school kitchen to make my own food.

DULCE: I have to take matters into my own hands. The school lunch really ain’t it.

DULCE: Hey, Prescott. Do you want a sandwich, too?

PRINCIPAL PRESCOTT: No cheese. Extra mustard.

DULCE: My future kids better not do stuff like that. The disrespect.

[Dani snickered.]

DANI: Sometimes the most difficult part about dealing with students displaying misguided behavior is trying not to laugh.

[Before long, it was time for lunch. With two chefs in charge of the food, you knew they ate well! Dulce found it intriguing how the cooking styles of Rubiya, Lewis, and Alex remained unchanged from their Diced Junior Days. They each kept their unique flair even after all this time.]

#:>#dulce alegria #rubiya jabal #oc mlt: amethyst bailey-moon #oc mlt: daniela maravilla #tjolc gen 2 #tjolc #matchalovertrait #joy of life challenge #joy of life legacy #ts4 #the sims 4 #sims 4 story #sims 4 legacy #Spotify

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mrsvante · 14 hours ago

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Point of Contact

pairing: seokjin x reader

genre: idol au, established relationship, tender pfp

summary: he’s finally done with his military service. the first of bts to be discharged, and damn, he looks good. it’s been 18 long months of timed visits, countdowns, and aching silences. but now he’s standing in the doorway broader, stronger, and softer. this isn’t a grand love story, that’s never been your thing. it’s a quiet one, the kind that finds you in the hallway with frosting on your cheek, and arms that never want to let go again.

he’s home and you’re exactly where he left his heart.

warnings: emotional reunion, lots of soft kisses, longing (like, serious yearning), smut, fingering, oral f & m receiving, praise kink, bde, a lil bit of teasing & biting, ‘talking you through it’ jin 😜, deep emotional intimacy, crying (in a good way), some domestic fluff, soft aftercare

word count: 7,097

a word from out sponsors 💁🏽‍♀️: ah, finally rounding out the military discharge drabbles with my current bias wrecker 😌something about jin just calls to the domestic femininity in me. he’s just so husband coded and it makes me feral, but then he’s so damn silly and awkward (still feral). i loved writing this little series so much, i hope you enjoy!! 🤗💜

The first thing Seokjin saw was Namjoon.

Not surprising, really—not when the man was standing front and center outside the training facility, honking wildly on a saxophone like a proud parent sending their kid off to college. Except in this case, the kid had just completed 18 months of national service and looked unfairly good in uniform.

Laughter exploded all around them as the other members surged forward. Taehyung and Jungkook shouting the loudest, Jimin almost in tears, and Hoseok clinging to his hyung with an uncontainable smile.

Only Yoongi was missing from the chaos, but Jin knew better than to think he wasn’t nearby. The man hated crowds, sure, but he never missed a moment that mattered. And this moment?

It mattered.

And for the first time in what felt like forever, everything felt right.

The clicks of cameras followed close behind, as did the murmurs of the press. He smiled, bowed deeply, thanked them all in the classic ‘Seokjin’ way. All grace and composed radiance. The persona he donned so well, polished with charm and a voice like silk.

“Thank you for coming,” he said. “I’m grateful for the support. I’ve missed everyone… but I’m excited to start this new chapter.”

A few more photos, a few more waves, and then he was stepping into the van waiting for him, and the moment the door slid shut his smile dropped.

His eyes searched the empty row in front of him, like he could will you into existence through sheer force of longing. He’d wanted you here, wanted to see you as soon as he left the training center.

“Then who’ll be here to greet you when you come home?”

He couldn’t argue with that, not when it was so nauseatingly cheesy and heart warming.

He nearly ripped the seatbelt getting it on, shoulders tense, his throat tight. His manager said something but he didn’t hear it. Too busy imagining the weight of your hands in his. Your laugh. Your warmth. The curve of your smile when you teased him for crying over Finding Nemo again.

The drive felt like years.

But when the car pulled to a stop in front of his apartment, your apartment now, the one you’d made a home while he was gone, his heart stopped.

He hurriedly unlocked the door and stepped inside.

“Baby?” he called out, locking the door behind him. His boots thudded gently against the floor as he stepped out of them, shoulders tense with anticipation. “You home?”

He rounded the corner about to head into the living room and there you were.

Standing barefoot in the foyer with a party hat perched on your head, one hand behind your back and the other holding a single cupcake. A candle flickered on top, swaying like your voice as you sang softly under your breath.

It wasn’t a traditional welcome home song, nothing patriotic or rehearsed.

It was your song.

The one that played the first time he kissed you outside that grungy coffeehouse near your college campus. The one he sang into your hair during finals week, sleep deprived and drunk on love. The one you played in the car on the way to your first apartment.

His throat tightened.

You finished the last line, holding the cupcake out to him with a wobbly smile.

“Welcome home, Jinnie.”

Seokjin didn’t answer.

He just stepped forward, blew out the candle, and dipped a finger into the frosting then smeared it across your cheek before you could react.

“Seokjin!” you gasped.

But before you could swat him, he leaned in and kissed the frosting from your skin. One slow drag of his lips across your cheek, then another against your mouth.

And there it was.

The thing he’d been aching for through every icy morning, every sleepless night, every letter he wrote but never sent.

You.

Pressed to his chest, soft and real. His arms wrapped around your waist. The smell of you, the feel of you—he could cry.

And maybe he would.

Because this, this was what he’d waited for. Not headlines or the applause. Just this quiet moment in the hallway with you, where he could finally exhale and let his walls fall.

—

Of course, the tender moment didn’t last long.

You looked up with a sheepish smile, trying to play it cool, but the sight of him rooted you to the spot.

Because Seokjin?

He looked good.

He’d always been lithe and lean, but now? Now, his shoulders stretched the seams of his shirt, and his hips were narrower than before, a perfect V forming at the waistband of his pants. His neck looked kissable. Biteable. More than worthy of worshipping.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” he teased, already toeing off his boots, ears pink. “You planning to eat me instead of the cupcake?”

You laughed nervously, flustered and a little breathless, eyes lingering too long on the way his forearms flexed when he took off his uniform jacket. “Can you blame me? You’re… huge.”

Jin preened. “I’ve always been huge.”

“That’s not what I meant—!”

But then he was across the room, wrapping you up in his arms before you could say anything more. He buried his face in your neck, breathing you in, the scent of your skin grounding him more than anything else had in months.

You opened your mouth, maybe to tease him again, but the words stuck in your throat. His grip around you tightened, fingers bunching in the back of your shirt like he didn’t believe you were real.

“Missed you,” he said softly. “So much.”

And suddenly, your resolve cracked.

Because it had been five long months since his last visit. Five months of longing. Of counting down days. Of aching for his warmth beside you in bed.

The weight of him felt like home.

You sighed into his shoulder, letting yourself melt into his embrace as he wrapped his arms around you more tightly, almost as if afraid you’d vanish the second he let go. His breath tickled the side of your neck, lips brushing your skin without meaning to, just from how close he had to be. You felt him smile there, lazy and soft.

“I can’t believe you really wore this hat,” he murmured, voice muffled.

“You’re one to talk,” you replied with a chuckle. “You practically jumped out of a moving vehicle just to get here.”

“Not true,” he grinned, pulling back just enough to look at you. “I waved very respectfully first.”

“You tackled me with your eyes.”

He hummed, tilting his head as if considering it. “What can I say? You look like a dream.”

His fingers found yours, lacing them together as he led you gently to the couch. He sank into it first, pulling you into his lap with a sigh that felt more like a release than anything else. The kind you give when you’re finally where you belong.

“I kept thinking about this moment,” he admitted. “Just… being able to hold you again. To feel your weight on me. To kiss you when I want. Touch you when I want with no time limit before I had to leave again.”

You nuzzled into his neck, pressing a kiss beneath his ear. “Then do it.”

“Not yet,” he said, surprising you. His arms wrapped tighter around you, hands smoothing along your spine in long lingering trokes. “I just want to be like this for a bit. Let it sink in.”

And so you sat there, curled into his lap, your cheek resting against his chest with his heartbeat under your ear slow and steady. He ran his fingers through your hair over and over again, almost like he was memorizing the texture, the length, the shape of you.

You didn’t talk. Not at first. There was too much to say. Too much that didn’t need words. Eventually, though, you tilted your head and whispered, “Tell me about your last day.”

He smiled faintly. “It was cold. Boring. Lots of standing around and paperwork. One guy lost his uniform cap right before formation and almost caused a scene. We all lined up for one last roll call, then they gave us these envelopes and told us we were free men.”

You chuckled against his collarbone.

“And then?” you asked.

“I thought about running,” he replied. “Straight to you.”

You pulled back to look at him, your fingers brushing the soft lines of his jaw, your eyes searching his face as if seeing it for the first time again. He looked a little older. A little wiser. A little more like the man you always knew he could be.

“I missed you so much it hurt,” you said quietly.

He kissed you again, gentle and sweet. One of those kisses that mended something back together deep in your chest.

“I know,” he whispered into your mouth. “Me too.”

And then he smiled that crooked, boyish smile.

“Now can we go to bed?” he asked, tone lighter. “Because my back is killing me, and I want to fall asleep holding you like a koala.”

“Just fall asleep?” you teased, eyebrows raised.

Jin leaned in, breath warm against your lips, eyes darkening slightly.

“For now,” he said. “Unless my favorite person decides to make a move.”

You laughed, nose scrunching as you flicked his forehead gently.

“Don’t put this on me,” you said. “You’re the one who’s been gone for a year and a half. I should be the one acting coy.”

“Oh, you can act coy,” Jin replied, voice all faux seriousness. “But if you think I’m not going to cling to you like a second skin tonight, you clearly forgot who you’re dealing with.”

You rolled your eyes as he tugged you closer, so that you were half sprawled across his chest. He kissed your cheek, then your jaw, then down the side of your neck, each one punctuated with a soft hum.

“I missed your smell,” he murmured into your skin. “I know that sounds creepy.”

“It’s only creepy if you say it like that,” you teased.

He snorted. “Let me rephrase, then. Being close to you again is like finally exhaling.”

Your lips parted but no words came out. Because you knew what he meant. Because that was exactly how it felt. Like a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding had finally been released.

“I washed the sheets yesterday,” you whispered, tracing your fingers over the collar of his uniform. “Thought you might appreciate sleeping in something that didn’t smell like detergent and dust.”

“I love you,” he blurted out. “Did I say that yet?”

You shook your head. “Not since stepping through the door.”

“Well then—” he flipped you both gently, easing you beneath him on the couch, resting his forehead to yours, “—I love you. More than I ever did before.”

You curled your fingers into his sleeves, tugging him closer. “You’re not allowed to go off and become all sentimental and hot at the same time. It’s unfair.”

He chuckled, nose brushing yours. “Wait, am I hot now?”

“Don’t act brand new, Seokjin,” you warned. “I nearly passed out when you walked through the door. The uniform. The shoulders. The arms. The stance. You look like a literal man now.”

“Ah, so I wasn’t a man before?”

“You were a very pretty boy.”

“Rude,” he gasped, mock offended. “Here I am, baring my soul, and you’re over here calling me a boy.”

You leaned up to kiss the corner of his mouth, your voice softening. “You’ve always been mine, though. Military man or pretty boy.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jin hummed, holding back the smile tugging at his lips. He pulled you back into his arms, tucking your head under his chin, sighing like he was exactly where he belonged.

—

At some point, the two of you had migrated to the bedroom. You weren’t sure when, exactly.

He didn’t let go of you.

Not even when you turned to guide him down the hallway. Not when your feet bumped into his huge ones. Not even when you laughed and tried to wiggle free.

“Jin,” you murmured, voice muffled in his shoulder, “we can’t just walk like this.”

“Sure we can,” he replied, arms wrapped tightly around your waist. “I could hold you here forever.”

You huffed, smiling despite yourself, and let your hands trail up the back of his neck. His hair was a little longer than you remembered, softer too, curling just slightly at the ends.

“You’re really milking this dramatic soldier-boy-returned-from-war moment, huh?”

He pulled back just far enough to raise one brow. “As if you didn’t show up with a cupcake and a party hat.”

“You liked it.”

“I loved it.”

He kissed you again before finally letting out a breath and letting you lead him.

You waddled together to the bedroom, still half tangled, your laughter echoing off the walls. When you reached the edge of the bed, you tapped his chest.

“Okay, hero,” you teased. “Uniform off. You’re gonna wrinkle it.”

He groaned like you’d just asked him to disassemble a bomb.

“But I just got home.”

“Exactly. You’re home. Which means you’re free to be comfortable, wrinkle free, and maybe just a little naked.”

“If you wanted a show,” he drawled, eyes glinting, “all you had to do was ask.”

Your face grew warm. “I didn’t say that—”

You plopped onto the bed dramatically, folding your legs beneath you. “It’s an observation. You’re gonna sweat through that thing if you keep clinging to me.”

With an exaggerated sigh, he turned and began unbuttoning his uniform. Slowly, deliberately, the way he always did when he knew you were watching.

And you were watching.

Because it wasn’t just Seokjin standing there. It was Kim Seokjin, post military. Jin with a broader chest and thicker arms, his back straight, shoulders squared.

His shirt came off, then his belt. Then the undershirt.

And your mouth was suddenly very dry.

His arms flexed as he tossed the fabric aside, and you caught sight of a small vein that hadn’t been there before running up his bicep.

“Are you—” you cleared your throat, trying to sound casual. “Did they grow you in there?”

He turned to look at you, already grinning. “Are you ogling me again?”

“I’m not ogling,” you said, very much ogling. “I’m… impressed.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Impressed?”

You nodded, fingers fidgeting in your lap. “I mean, I wasn’t expecting you to come back looking like this. You know, all strong and serious.”

He smirked.

Then he stepped toward the bed, slow and easy, undoing the button on his pants.

“You know,” he said, voice low, “I don’t remember this part of the welcome home protocol.”

You swallowed, heart thudding. “Well. You’ve been away a long time. The rules might’ve changed.”

He chuckled, soft and dangerous.

“Good,” he murmured, stepping between your knees. “Because I plan on breaking every single one.”

You felt it in your chest, that quiet flutter of anticipation. It wasn’t new. It was the oldest thing in the world between you two. But this time, it felt different.

He stepped between your knees, one hand on your thigh, firm and warm and present.

“You keep staring, my darling,” he murmured, tilting his head. “At this point, should I be flattered or concerned?”

“I’m just… assessing the damage,” you said, voice dry but breathless. “You used to be all lanky. Now you’re… dangerous. It’s a little jarring, honestly.”

Jin smirked and looked down at himself, flexing his biceps ridiculously. “Dangerous?”

“Objectively.”

He leaned in a bit, his fingers tracing light patterns against the inside of your thigh. “You saying you like this version of me better?”

You paused. Let your gaze travel across his bare torso, his broader chest, the new lines of muscle that carved deeper than before. The same face, same mouth, same gorgeous eyes. But quieter now, a little sharper and stronger.

“No,” you said softly. “I like every version of you.”

That made him pause.

He blinked, something tender pulling at the corners of his mouth. “Even the version that couldn’t stop crying at graduation?”

You grinned. “Especially that one.”

He laughed, the kind of laugh that crinkled his eyes and shook his shoulders. “God, I missed you,” he murmured, his voice dipping low again. “I’d try to say it in my letters, but it never came out right.”

You touched his wrist, holding it there against your thigh. “Say it now.”

His hand tightened slightly.

“I missed your voice. Your smell. The way you always take the last bite and pretend you didn’t. The way you look at me when you think I’m being dramatic.”

“You are dramatic.”

“I own it,” he said, kissing the inside of your knee. “But you’ve always made room for it. For me. No matter what version of myself I was.”

You swallowed. Hard.

He looked up at you then, his face suddenly open in a way that made your breath catch. Not just playful. Not just teasing.

Honest.

“You’re my safe place,” he said quietly. “And I’ve spent the last eighteen months dreaming of coming home to you.”

You didn’t respond with words. You just pulled him in by the waistband of his pants. His body fell forward easily, chest brushing yours, arms bracketing your hips as he hovered above you.

“You’re not crying, are you?” you whispered, thumbing the corner of his eye.

He chuckled against your mouth. “Not yet. Don’t tempt me.”

You kissed him first this time. The kind of kiss that said, I waited for you. I always would.

His mouth moved against yours with quiet intention. His hand slid beneath your shirt, palm flat against your waist. Your breath hitched, then you shifted, your legs wrapping around his hips instinctively, and he groaned into your mouth.

“Careful,” he warned, voice fraying. “I’ve got months of self restraint hanging by a thread right now.”

You bit his bottom lip gently, smirking. “Then let’s see if it holds.”

His gaze sharpened.

And the thread snapped.

—

You barely had time to process the way his hips pressed against yours before he was kissing you again. His tongue slipped past your lips, his hands settling just beneath your breasts.

“You sure?” he murmured between kisses, teasing the sensitive underside of your breasts. Refusing to touch you the way you wanted.

“Jin—”

“I’m asking because I need to hear you say it.”

You curled your fingers around his wrist and guided his hand higher. “Yes.”

His mouth quirked, partly pleased, and partly something else. Then he leaned back slightly and pulled your shirt over your head, tossing it somewhere behind him. He sat up on his knees, eyes drinking you in.

“You’re gonna kill me,” he said softly.

“You’ll die happy.”

“Oh, definitely.”

His hands slid down your sides, fingers brushing beneath your bra, and he bent to press a kiss just above the cup.

“You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you?”

Your breath caught. “Maybe.”

He clicked his tongue. “Lying already?”

Then he had your bra unclasped and off before you could answer, and his mouth was on you before you could think. His tongue circled your nipple, his thumb brushing over the other as he sucked slowly, savoring it.

“Still so sensitive,” he murmured against your skin.

You arched into him, and he shifted down, dragging kisses across your stomach, his hands holding your waist still. The care in his touch made your breath stutter, but it was his voice that made your heart clench.

“God, you feel so soft. So warm. I got in trouble for daydreaming about this, you know? About sliding my hands down your thighs, touching you everywhere so I could hear those pretty sounds you make.” He kissed the inside of one. Then the other.

When his fingers hooked into your waistband and peeled your lounge pants off, he paused. He looked up at you. No smirk now, no playful edge. Just heat and awe.

“Spread your legs for me, baby.”

You did.

He sighed like he’d just been presented with something devout. And then his fingers were back, slow and steady, stroking through the soft folds of your cunt as you gasped, hands grabbing at the sheets.

“You’re already so wet,” he said, voice wrecked. “Did I do that?”

You nodded, shameless.

He slid a finger inside, then another, curling them just right. Your hips twitched, chasing the pleasure. “There she is. That’s my girl.”

You moaned as he leaned down and kissed the inside of your thigh again, his voice soft and teasing against your skin. “You sound so pretty like this.”

When he added his mouth, tongue flat and slow against your clit, you nearly sobbed.

“Easy, sweetheart,” he murmured, even as he licked deeper, letting his fingers and tongue work in rhythm. “Let me take my time with you.”

He teased you to the edge, only to pull back with maddening precision. Like he was playing a song he knew by heart.

Every slow stroke of his fingers was deliberate, coaxing rather than demanding, drawing you out until you trembled beneath him, breath stuttering and skin hot enough to burn.

Your thighs quivered around him, hips caught in that helpless rhythm between desperation and restraint.

And still—still—he didn’t give you what you needed.

Just the soft brush of his knuckles over soaked skin. The low, lazy hum against your collarbone as he kissed the sweat pooling there.

“Look at you,” he murmured, voice dipped in honey and heat. “Trembling so pretty for me.”

You choked on a gasp, your fingers clutching at the sheets, or maybe him, searching for something to ground you as another wave of tension crested, cruel and close.

But again, he eased off.

His lips found your jaw, your ear, the pulse at your throat.

And with every kiss, every breathless murmur, he unraveled you further.

“So good for me,” he whispered, the praise sliding down your spine like warm syrup.

“Always so perfect, even after all this time…” His fingers pressed just a little deeper, curling in a way that made your breath catch and your toes curl.

You whimpered, nails raking lightly down his back. “Jinnie, please—”

“Oh, I know,” he breathed, lips brushing the corner of your mouth, his voice a velvet rasp. “You wanna cum for me, don’t you my darling?”

You nodded, frantic.

“You want me to let you?” he teased, just a whisper now. “Want me to say it?”

You nodded again, more desperate this time, hips lifting, chasing something you could almost taste.

“Let go.”

The words dropped like a spark in dry grass, and you burned.

Back arching, hands fisting, a cry torn from your throat as your body finally shattered around him, every nerve set alight by the heat of his voice and the slow, relentless rhythm of his touch.

He held you through it.

Whispered your name like a secret.

Stroked your walls while you came undone in his arms, soft praises spilling from his lips between kisses. And when you collapsed against him, breathless and shaking, he only smiled.

Pressing his cheek to your thigh as he murmured, “There you go, baby. Good girl.”

You couldn’t stop. With a cry that barely escaped your lips, your hips grinding against his mouth as he moaned into you.

He didn’t stop either.

He kept licking through it, until your legs shook and your breath came in little whimpers.

Then he pulled back, kissed your knee, and dragged his mouth up your body again, stopping to kiss the valley between your breasts, your collarbone, the corner of your mouth.

“Want you,” he whispered, breath shaky as he cupped your cheek. “Need to feel you.”

You nodded, dazed, the weight of his words and the warmth of him grounding you in a way nothing else could.

But then your gaze dropped to the waistband of his pants and the outline of his need. You reached for it, fingers curling into the fabric, slow and certain.

“I want to suck your dick first,” you said quietly.

His breath caught.

He blinked down at you, startled not by the request itself, but by the boldness of it. By the way you looked up at him with that sweet, innocent face and said it like you were asking for a glass of water.

For a second, he just stared.

And then he huffed a soft laugh, warm and slightly incredulous. “You do?”

You rolled your eyes and flushed, shoulders tense. “Don’t start,” you muttered, voice sharp with nerves. “That’s what happens when you’re confined to short ass visits for nearly two years.”

Something in his expression changed. His teasing softened, his gaze darkened. Melted into something deeper, heavier. A mix of affection and understanding and something distinctly possessive.

He nodded slowly. “Come here, baby.”

You did, shifting to kneel between his legs on the edge of the bed. He stood in front of you, hands going to the waistband of his pants, pausing only when your fingers gently took over.

“I’ve got it,” you murmured.

He let you, watching with half lidded eyes as you undid the button, slid the zipper down, and eased the fabric down his hips. His cock sprung free, flushed and achingly hard, the sight of you—on your knees, eyes shining, breath catching—having clearly done its damage.

But he didn’t touch you.

Not yet.

Instead, he gently swept your hair back from your face, tucking strands behind your ears like he was dressing you for worship. The rest held in a makeshift ponytail.

“Take your time, sweetheart,” he murmured. “You know I love watching you like this.”

Your lips parted, breath trembling with anticipation as you leaned in to press the softest kiss to the tip, tongue coyly swiping at the glob of precum, then another down the shaft. His cock twitched at the contact, and he inhaled sharply, fingers tightening in your hair but careful.

“Good girl,” he whispered, the words sliding down your spine like silk. “Go slow. Let me feel you.”

Your tongue traced along the underside, savoring every reaction, every twitch, every soft sigh he didn’t mean to let out. When you finally took him into your mouth, his head fell back with a groan, one hand still cradling the back of your head while the other cupped underneath your jaw as it flexed to accommodate him.

“Oh, fuck, that’s it,” he rasped. “So warm… so perfect.”

He didn’t push at first. Just gently guided. His thumb stroked along your jaw, tender and slow, even as his cock slid further past your lips. His voice dropped to a murmur, low and heady above you.

“You look so pretty like this,” he said, just as you eased your mouth down another inch, your tongue flattening against the underside of his shaft.

You glanced up at him through your lashes and earned a sharp inhale, the muscles in his thighs flexing beneath your hands.

“Mouth made for me, isn’t it, my darling?”

His hips rolled forward slightly, testing your limit, and you took him deeper with a soft gag that only made him groan, his head tipping back.

“Thought about this every night,” he whispered, tightening his grip in your hair as your hands squeezed around his thighs for balance.

You moaned around him and the vibration pulled a curse from his lips.

That did it.

His control snapped, subtle but sure, and the next thrust of his hips was firmer. His cock sliding along your tongue in a rhythm that made your eyes sting and your thighs press together.

“That’s my girl,” he breathed, voice shaking.

His hips rolled forward, his cock sliding deeper into your throat as his grip tightened just enough to hold you in place as he began to fuck your mouth in steady, measured thrusts.

“Just like that,” he groaned. “Take it for me, baby. Let me use that pretty mouth.”

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes, but you didn’t stop. Didn’t even think about stopping. You hollowed your cheeks, let your jaw go slack, and gave him everything he needed.

He was close.

You could feel it.

Hear it in the way his voice faltered, the way his grip tightened, the way his hips stuttered with every pass of your tongue.

But then he pulled out with a gasp, your lips slick and parted, a string of spit connecting you as he looked down at you like you were the only thing in the world.

“You’re gonna make me cum too fast,” he said, breathless, wrecked. “And I need to be inside you when that happens.”

You blinked up at him, lips swollen, panting softly.

“Come here,” he said again, this time hoarse, hungry.

And you did, eyes glued to his hard glistening, spit coated dick.

“You look impressed.”

You gave him a breathless laugh. “Just mentally preparing.”

“Oh, you should.” His voice was rough around the edges, low and thick with want. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“But I’ll go slow,” he murmured against your skin. “Just for now.”

And he did.

Notching the head of his cock at your entrance before he finally slid inside, inch by careful inch. The drag of him against your walls was devastating.

It was the kind of stretch that made your toes curl, your fingers claw at his veiny forearms, your breath catch in your throat like it was afraid to move.

You both groaned, wrecked sounds that cracked the silence open like thunder.

It felt like coming home and being undone all at once. Seokjin’s forehead fell to yours, eyes squeezed shut, breath shuddering as he fought to hold himself still.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “Always so fucking perfect. You feel like…”

He trailed off, like even heaven didn’t do it justice. Like no word could.

His arms trembled slightly as he braced himself over you, careful not to collapse.

“You okay?” he asked, so gently it made your heart ache.

You nodded, lips parted, eyes dazed. The only sound you could manage was a soft whimper. Half yes, half please.

“Yeah?”

He kissed the corner of your mouth, then your jaw, then the hollow beneath your ear.

“You’re taking me so well, baby. Look at you.”

He began to move, each thrust deliberate, rolling through you like a wave. But underneath it, you could feel the tremble in him, the restraint barely holding.

The hunger he was trying to tame.

His jaw was tight, sweat beginning to bead at his temple. He held your gaze through it all, eyes dark and tender, like he didn’t want to miss a single flicker of your expression.

Your nails dug into his back, and he groaned low in his throat.

“Don’t do that,” he breathed. “I’m trying to be good.”

But you didn’t stop. You couldn’t.

Because this, the way he moved, the way he held you, the way his body fit against yours like it was made to. It was unraveling you. And from the way his breath hitched every time your hips met his, he was unraveling too.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he whispered. “No idea how much I missed this. Missed you.”

You cupped his face, kissed him hard, and he groaned into your mouth, his pace picking up.

“Wanna cum together with you,” he gasped. “Wanna feel you fall apart around me.”

His thumb had just barely circled your clit before your second orgasm washed over you. Stronger than the first, pulling his name from your lips like a prayer. And when he followed, spilling inside you with a moan so soft and intimate it made your chest ache, he buried his face in your neck.

“I love you,” he whispered, still catching his breath. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

And in the soft silence after, with your bodies tangled and your heart still racing, you whispered it back.

“I love you too.”

—

The room was quiet save for your breathing and the whisper of his hands tracing slow, lazy paths along your spine. His skin was warm beneath yours, his heartbeat steady, the kind of rhythm you’d missed memorizing.

You thought he was winding down.

But then he shifted, and before you could speak he was rolling again, pulling you with him until your thighs straddled his hips and your palms found balance on his chest.

You blinked down at him, flushed and still dazed, and he just… smiled.

A little smug.

“Hello, my darling, ” he said, like you hadn’t just fucked each other senseless ten minutes ago.

You rolled your eyes. “Hi?”

He reached up, brushed your hair from your face. “Did you know this is my favorite view in the whole house?”

You snorted. “The ceiling?”

“No,” he said, giving your hips a squeeze. “You. Naked. On top of me. Looking like you’re about to ruin my life.”

Your cheeks burned, but your body reacted first, already clenching around nothing at the sound of his voice, the way his hands curled possessively around your thighs like he never wanted to let you go.

“Shouldn’t you be resting?” you murmured, teasing.

He raised his brows. “Shouldn’t you be taking control?”

That made your breath catch.

He slid one hand up your back, fingers warm and slow, the other still resting low on your waist.

“Come on, baby,” he said softly. “Let me feel you again.”

You shifted, guided him back to where you needed him most. The slide was easy, he was still hard enough, still there, already pressing hot and thick at your entrance.

Jin’s head tipped back with a groan the moment you sank onto him, his fingers flexing at your sides.

“Oh, fuck—I think this is how I die.”

You moved slowly at first, testing the stretch and the angle, rolling your hips until you felt him deep, seated fully inside you.

Jin’s breath stuttered.

“You’re so warm,” he rasped. “So fucking good.”

You started to move, slow grinds that made his mouth fall open. His hands came to your waist, as he watched you like you were unreal. Like you were some dream he hadn’t dared wake up from.

“You’re gonna kill me,” he said, half laughing, half moaning. “Riding me like this after I already came once. What are you trying to prove?”

You leaned down and kissed him, your smile brushing his lips.

“You’re the one who said you wanted to break all the rules.”

He groaned, hands sliding up your sides, cupping your breasts as you bounced on him a little. Rolling your hips in a pace that was designed to drive him insane.

“God, you feel so good like this. Always knew you’d ruin me one day.”

You gasped when he thrust up unexpectedly, just once, his hands tightening on your waist again, holding you steady as you rode him.

“You’re doing so well,” he murmured. “Look at you.”

You flushed harder. “Stop looking at me like that.”

“I can’t stop looking at you,” he said, breathless. “You’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

With a cry you let your hands fall to his chest for balance, moving faster now, finding a rhythm that had his head rolling back against the pillow, his eyes fluttering shut.

“Oh sweetheart. You’re gonna make me cum again. Are you trying to break me?”

Your body tightened, breath catching. You were close too, and he knew it. His hand slipped between you, thumb finding your clit once more like it belonged there.

“There we go,” he whispered, voice full of worship. “Cum with me again, sweetheart. I want to feel you choke my cock again.”

When he said it like that, you had no choice but to comply. Body trembling as you pulsed around him, your orgasm rushing through you.

He followed almost instantly, gasping your name as his hips jerked up into yours, his cock twitching deep inside you.

You collapsed onto his chest, boneless and buzzing, his arms wrapping tightly around you like he couldn’t bear to let you go.

—

You lay tangled together, skin to skin, still catching your breath.

The room was quiet save for the soft buzz of the ac and the lingering hum of your heart in your ears. Jin’s arms wrapped around you like muscle memory, your cheek pressed to his chest, the steady rise and fall of it soothing. His hand traced aimless patterns across your back. Lines, circles, shapes that meant nothing and everything.

Your fingers drifted along his side, feeling the way he was still a little too warm, a little too real to believe.

“You okay?” he asked softly, lips brushing your temple.

You nodded. “You?”

“Mm. Think you cracked something loose in my soul,” he murmured. “It’s fine. I didn’t need it.”

You huffed a tired laugh, pressing a kiss to his sternum. He shifted beneath you, just enough to tilt his head and look down.

“Would you marry me?”

Your breath caught. Not because he didn’t mean it, but because he did. You blinked up at him, brows lifting slowly. “You ask that like it’s casual.”

He smiled, the kind he reserved just for you. “It’s not. But the answer feels obvious.”

You swatted his chest lightly. “You are BTS. You can’t just ask me something like that while we’re sweaty and naked.”

He shrugged. “You wouldn’t be marrying a member of BTS.”

His thumb brushed your bottom lip. “You’d be marrying me. The idiot who cried through your college graduation speech, who makes his own birthday cards because Hallmark never gets it right. Me. Jin.”

Your throat tightened.

“Damn you,” you whispered, eyes welling up. “You always know how to say the exact right thing.”

He smiled wider, cupping your cheek.

“Only with you,” he said. “You bring it out of me.”

Tears slipped down your temples before you could stop them. You pressed your face to his chest again, letting them fall quietly.

“I’m so proud of you,” you murmured. “Of everything you’ve done. Of how you’ve grown. How you’ve survived.”

His hand paused on your back.

“You’re the reason I even went through with the audition,” he said softly. “You remember? You made me promise I’d go—said you’d kill me if I chickened out.”

“You did try to chicken out,” you sniffled.

“And you dragged me to the train station,” he murmured, a smile in his voice. “You yelled at me like I’d broken our marriage vows and we weren’t even dating yet.”

You laughed into his chest, heart full to bursting.

“And now look at you,” you said, voice thick. “World’s most dramatic global superstar.”

“Still just your idiot,” he whispered.

You curled tighter into him.

And for the first time in years, it felt like nothing was missing. Like everything—the fame, the waiting, the distance, the love—had led here.

To this.

To him.

“Yeah,” you whispered, answering his question. “Of course I would.”

—

The shower steamed around you, soft and quiet.

You stood beneath the spray, his arms loose around your waist, your head tilted forward into the curve of his neck. The warmth wrapped around you like a second body, your skin flushed and clean and sore in the most satisfying way.

Jin’s hands moved gently along your back. Circles, strokes, the occasional squeeze. His lips pressed lazy kisses to your damp shoulder, to the side of your neck, his breath mingling with the mist in the air.

“You’re addicting, you know that?” he asked, voice thick with affection. “I should be tired, but…”

You turned in his arms slowly, lifting your head just enough to look at him through the haze.

“But?” you whispered, smiling.

His gaze dropped to your mouth. “But I want to feel you again.”

You leaned in and kissed him. Slow and unhurried, moaning quietly into his mouth as your tongues dance and hands roamed.

And just like that, it started again.

There was no frantic rush, no teasing. Just your hands rediscovering skin, mouths trailing over collarbones and necks, bodies pressing together like they were made to fit. Jin backed you gently against the cool tile, his forehead resting against yours, water cascading over his back as he reached down to guide himself inside you once more.

You gasped at the stretch, still tender and slick.

Jin groaned low in his throat, the sound barely audible beneath the hum of the water.

Neither of you spoke after that.

It was all breath and movement. The slow slide of his hips, the soft rhythm of your moans, the quiet slaps of skin echoing in the mist. He held you with both arms around your back, letting your weight anchor him. You curled your fingers into his hair, your cheek pressed to his.

Your bodies rocked in perfect time.

It didn’t take long.

You clenched around him, jaw going slack as the pleasure crested again, soft and all consuming. Jin followed with a shudder, his groan quiet and raw as he came inside you, hips rolling deep, savoring every second of it.

And then stillness again.

Just the water.

Just his heartbeat against yours.

He kissed your temple. “Let’s get you dry.”

The towels were warm, and the sheets even warmer.

Jin climbed into bed beside you with a sigh, his arm immediately reaching out to tug you close, tucking your back against his chest. You hummed, burying your nose into the crook of his arm, already halfway to sleep.

He kissed the top of your head.

“Still with me, darling?” he murmured.

You nodded, too relaxed to speak. Your fingers lazily played with his. He trailed soft touches up and down your side, lulling you further.

“Can I tell you something?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper.

“Mhm.”

“I used to fall asleep thinking about you. Holding you, kissing your hair, watching you talk in your sleep. I couldn’t wait to get back to you.”

You smiled against the pillow.

“You’re home now,” you whispered, groggily. “Finally.”

He exhaled slowly, the weight in his chest loosening all over again.

“Welcome home,” you said, quieter this time, eyes fluttering shut.

He kissed your shoulder, whispered a soft thank you, and pulled the blanket higher over your legs.

You fell asleep like that. His arms around you, your breath steadying, wrapped in the warmth of everything you’d both survived.

And Jin? Jin stayed awake just a little longer.

Just to memorize it.

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