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authorhjk1 · 1 month ago

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Same as other like rv and dreamcatcher

Well this time it was the fromis_9 how will they react im their squirting and who is squirt like a fountain.

Saerom

"Oh my god."

Saerom's moan is barely a whisper. She can feel how you're rearranging her guts with every stroke. Her head rests on the kitchen counter while you pull her hips back whenever you thrust forward. At the beginning Saerom played with her pussy while you fucked her ass, but now she can't even do that. After another particular hard and deep thrust her eyes roll to the back of her head. She can feel it rising. That slow, steady build up.

Saerom's hands grip the edges of the counter. The pleasure suddenly overwhelms her and instead of screaming she can only let out weak moans.

"My ass is gonna cum."

You can barely hear her. The sounds of your hips meeting her ass fill the whole kitchen.

"I'm gonna-"

A loud shriek interrupts Saerom's warning and you have to hold onto her so she doesn't fall. Her whole body shakes and squirms. Her legs give out and she's barely hanging onto the counter. Your cock is buried deep inside her ass as Saerom starts to squirt. You can't see it since you're standing behind her, but you hear how her squirt hits the drawers underneath the counter. After a couple of moments, no more juices leave her body. But Saerom is still bent over the counter. Silent. And you can only see her twitch from time to time while you wait for her to regain her strength.

Hayoung

You just wanted to check up on Hayoung after she said she'd go practice three hours ago. But when you opened the door to the practice room, you were greeted by something you never expected to see. Hayoung on her knees, her top was missing, while she was sucking off her boyfriend.

"Hello manager-nim."

He said when he noticed you and Hayoung turned around. You expected her to be embarrassed or angry, basically anything except amused.

"A second cock. That's exactly what I need right now."

Half an hour later and you and her boyfriend are still sharing her. After she gave the both of you head, she got on all fours with her boyfriend fucking her from behind while Hayoung kept her lips wrapped around your cock. Eventually, you and her boyfriend changed positions.

You never thought you'd get the chance to actually fuck Hayoung. You never even expected her to be into this. But her tight pussy is now hugging your cock while she moans around her boyfriend's dick. You can tell how much it turns her on getting fucked by two men at once. She has been dripping for a while now, but when her boyfriend takes her face into his hands and starts to fuck her face, you feel her getting noticeably tighter.

While the two or you keep using Hayoung's body, she eventually climaxes. You're surprised by her squirting all over your cock. You didn't think she had it in her, but her juices push your cock out of her pussy and a big puddle of squirt forms underneath her. Hayoung's moans would've filled the room, if it wasn't for her boyfriend's cock in her mouth.

Gyuri

"Damn, Gyuri. How are you this pretty?"

Your girlfriend blushes at your compliment despite the fact you're balls deep inside her pussy. The two of you are standing in front of the mirror inside the bathroom of the restaurant you just ate at. Your eyes are glued to her face through the mirror, taking in how she bites her lip, how her eyebrows furrow when you hit the right spot, how her eyes open and close while she moans.

Gyuri always says she isn't into public sex and she always tries to get out of it when you get to touchy in public, but her body is always telling you the opposite. By now convincing her to have sex in a place like this has become your own kind of foreplay.

"You feel so good."

Gyuri murmurs, afraid that someone might hear the two of you if she talked louder. You could say the same though. Gyuri's thighs are pressed together, which doesn't just look amazing, but also automatically tightens her pussy. The both of you are close to your individual orgasms. And when you place on hand on her thighs to let it run along her smooth skin and the other on her top, cupping her breasts through the fabric, Gyuri reaches hers first.

You watch how your girlfriend climaxes through the mirror. She leans against you for support as her legs grow weaker. Gyuri is normally not someone who squirts, but when she's in public? Her body betrays her lips everytime. You see her juices run down her legs, some of it getting onto your hand. She isn't very loud either, but you love the little gasps and whines that escape Gyuri's lips.

Jiwon

Jiwon moans uncontrollably as you eat her out. She is always loud. Not just while she sings or participates in variety content. During sex you always have to make sure that no one is close by. You can't even count the noise complaints you got from your neighbors at this point.

"Oh my god, yes! More!"

Her cries echo through your whole apartment. You insert two of your fingers into her pussy as your tongue focuses on her clit. You know her pretty well by now and it won't take long if you continue what you're doing now. Your fingers inside her, your mouth glued to her clit. But what gets her going as well is your other hand. You reach upwards to cup one of her breasts.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck!"

Jiwon's head rolls back and you slowly move your hand down again. But instead of just letting it glide down her smooth skin, you slightly dig your fingers into her flesh. You soon feel goosebumps form on her skin as you slowly drag your hand from her chest across her midriff and down to her waist.

"Oh my god!"

Jiwon lets out a hiss at at the slight pain you dish out, before your fingers finally find her thigh. Your nails dig into her flesh even further as you continue your work on her pussy.

"I'm so close!"

She announces and you continue what you're doing, not wanting to disrupt her build up. A few moments later, Jiwon takes a hold of your head and pushes you deeper into her crotch. You seal her pussy with her mouth, knowing what comes next.

Jiwon squirts as much as she is loud. So much you can never take all of it. But you at least try. When she orgasms, her hips buck upwards and she squirts right into your mouth. It tastes like sugar water with a hint of apples which she probably ate earlier today. Her sweet taste makes you groan in bliss as you feel your mouth getting filled with her squirt. It soon leaks out between your lips and her pussy, dripping down your chin and landing on the couch she's lying on.

Jisun

Your first time with Jisun is turning out differently from what you expected. She isn't into very rough sex, but you already knew that. What you didn't know was that she loves to ride cock and that's exactly what she's doing right now. She bounces up and down on top of you. Her pussy glides along your length and her ponytail swings from side to side.

But it's not just the riding. It's also how wet Jisun actually is. And it's not just her normal juices. Jisun is literally creaming all over your cock. The white sticky substance kinda reminds you of your own cum, but a little more fluid as Jisun drenches your cock with even more of it. It feels amazing, her pussy smoothly sliding up and down your length.

Reaching up, you take her tits into your hands and start to play with them. Her head rolls back in pleasure when she feels you kneading her breasts and occasionally even pinching her nipples. It just makes her ride you faster and it seems like she's creaming even more now.

When Jisun suddenly comes to a hold, you feel her pussy contracting around your cock. Without any warning at all, Jisun orgasms on top of you. Her squirting on your cock makes you groan in pleasure, her own moans mixing with yours. Her squirt washes most of her cream away, but now your cock and your abdomen are coated in a thick layer of her juices.

Seoyeon

Seoyeon's eyes are wide open as you lean over her. She's lying on her back while you stand between her legs. You support your weight by placing both your hands on her tight midriff. Her toned stomach looks amazing, especially when it's glazed with your cum. But right now you're missing is to make Seoyeon cum.

Your cock keeps rubbing against her G-spot as you thrust into her again and again. Your hands pressing down on her stomach only add to her pleasure. You know it's wishful thinking, but it almost feels like you can feel your cock through her midriff.

"I love your body, Seoyeon. You're so tight."

You whisper into her ear, making her breath hitch in response. Her legs are wrapped around your waist and you feel her flexing her calves whenever you bottom out inside of her.

"Oppa..."

Seoyeon moans before biting her lip. Her hands reach for your arms and her eyes beg you to pick up the pace. As you do so, you watch her falling apart underneath you. People might think that this position is boring, but with Seoyeon it's your favorite. You can admire her toned body, her tits which are hidden underneath her top right now, her gorgeous face and, the best feature of them all, Seoyeon squirts in this position the easiest.

You can soon feel it coming. How her eyes close, her legs tighten around you as they pull you in even further. How her nails dig into your biceps. How her pussy threatens to suffocate your cock. How her stomach raises and falls as her breathing becomes shallow and quicker.

"Oppa..."

Another moan, but this time it's a warning. You burry your face in her neck, taking in her scent as you taste her sweat. When she starts to squirt, Seoyeon loses it. Her nails scratch your arms, adding to the marks she left this morning. Her juices try to push you out of her tight pussy, but her legs keep you in place. Your cock is drenched in her squirt within seconds, while she moans and gasps.

"Good girl."

You whisper into her neck as Seoyeon calms down.

Chaeyoung

Chaeyoung weakly shakes her head. Her hands push against your arm, trying to push your fingers out of her pussy, but you keep them where they belong.

"I'm gonna be gone for a week because of work. So we better get it all out of your system now."

She whines as you curl your fingers upwards. When you start to move them inside of her again, her hands hold onto her thighs. The towel she is lying on is already soaked. You've made her squirt three times in a row and it seems she doesn't have much more in her.

Chaeyoung arches her back when you pick up the pace. She is too tired to talk and her legs are constantly shaking. Another whine makes you smile and you can't help but admire how beautiful her full thighs look when they're coated in her glistening juices.

Since you have been working on her for a while, the next orgasm doesn't take that long. It feels like her body is just waiting to climax again.

"Come on, Chae. One last time."

You whisper into her ear, which makes a cold shudder run down her spine. Excitement, worry all of her emotions soon get replaced by pure pleasure. Instead of a cry, a loud mewl leaves her lips when Chaeyoung orgasms for the fourth time today. She's still squirting, ruining the towel and wetting your arm and hand, but it's not nearly as much as the first time. She loses control of her body as she just lies there, shaking and squirming as her high rushes through her.

As you watch, you stroke her hair lovingly while licking her squirt off your hand after removing it from between her legs.

Nagyung

"Keep going, baby."

You whisper into Nagyung's ear, before lowering your head to capture one of her nipples with your mouth.

The two of you were just enjoying breakfast on a warm Sunday morning, but Nagyung has been really horny lately. Now she's riding you, while you sit in your chair in the garden.

"Good girl."

You say, while she moans your name, her hands holding onto your shoulders. Your own were holding onto her waist, but are now moving down to grope her ass.

The two or you don't talk much, just enjoying the beautiful day and each other's bodies with the occasional moan here and there. You keep sucking on each of her tits, while Nagyung kisses the top of your head whenever she moves upwards. Her pussy swallows your cock again and again and you feel her wet lips glide along your length.

"Oppa..."

Nagyung eventually whines and you feel her movements become faster and less rhythmic. The harder she bounces in your lap, the louder her cheeks hit your thighs. That sound and her moans eventually drown out any other noises in the garden.

"I'm almost there."

She sighs and you give her butt a couple of squeezes while you keep enjoying her tits.

Soon, Nagyung orgasms. She falls into your lap, hugging you tight. A moment later she squirts all over your cock. She gets some of it on your shirt and abs as she twitches and squirms in your lap.

"Oppa..."

She moans and you hold her in place, until she finally calms down.

Jiheon

"I read on Reddit that a woman's orgasm is three times stronger during anal."

That was Jiheon's excuse for the two of you to try it for the first time. You've never done it before and you both made sure to prepare properly.

"Are you okay?"

You lean down a little, but that only makes your cock go even deeper into her ass. Jiheon lets out another groan. She's on all fours on the bed while you kneel behind her. Half of your cock is buried inside her ass.

"I'm fine."

You hear her breathing a little heavier when you resume thrusting in and out of her. Everytime Jiheon groans you can't tell if it's because of pain or pleasure. These aren't her usual moans or whines. They are more raw, more unfiltered, more primal.

"I'm gonna try to fit all of it in now."

"Yes."

She nods as she approves.

Your girlfriend becomes a stuttering mess as you move to bottom out inside her ass. It's way tighter than her pussy and you have to keep a tight grip on her butt cheeks, afraid you'd otherwise get overwhelmed by pleasure.

"Oh my god. Oh my god."

Jiheon moans and you don't move, your cock as deep inside of her ass as possible. You watch her upper body slowly sinking into the mattress. Her arms aren't supporting her anymore. Her left is now just stretched out on the sheets, while the other's hand reaches for her pussy.

"Keep going."

You start to fuck Jiheon's ass hole just like you'd fuck her pussy. A little less rough of course, but still at a normal pace. Her puckered hole around your shaft just feels amazing. You can't describe it, but you can tell that Jiheon is experiencing equal amounts of pleasure. Her moans become louder and louder and after a couple of minutes, your girlfriend already reaches her orgasm.

Her other hand falls to the mattress as well as she climaxes. She loses control over her body and a moment later, Jiheon squirts like a waterfall. You didn't expect this at all and so, after only a couple of seconds, the entire bed is soaking wet. Jiheon's whole body is now slowly sinking into the sheets as if she is losing consciousness.

"Jiheon?"

You lean over to check up on her. Her eyes are only half open and are rolled to the back of her head. Her mouth is slightly open, her lips curved upwards in a dumb smile, her tongue peaking out. Did you just melt your girlfriend's brain?

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magnagaruzenmon · 7 days ago

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Dragon Punch

Two birthday biasses 1 fic courtesy of Dio and Dino

Tournament Day.

Your heart pounded with anticipation as you stepped into the venue, a buzzing sea of arcade sticks, controllers, and the hum of battle cries from games running on countless monitors. Months of training had led to this moment—your shot at claiming victory at your first local for Under Night In-Birth 2.

But one name loomed over your bracket like a final boss: PinkBlossoms. The Linne player with cat-ear headphones, known for her suffocating pressure and razor-sharp whiff punishes. If luck was on your side, you wouldn’t have to deal with her early.

Your first match was called, and you found yourself facing an Enkidu main—YellowMellow. Solid neutral, strong confirms, and an uncanny ability to sniff out throws. She was a skill check, a gatekeeper. The first game was tight, but as you picked up on her rhythms and spacing habits, you adapted. By the second and third games, you were in control, steamrolling through with confident punishes and well-timed reversals.

“KO!”

The set was over. You exhaled, leaning back in your chair as the results locked in.

“Great games,” you said, turning to your opponent.

YellowMellow pouted, crossing her arms. “But I lost really bad.”

You chuckled. “The benefit of losing early? Now you’ve got nothing to lose.”

She blinked, then laughed. “Alright, alright, I’ll keep that in mind. See you around, H8STEP.”

“You too, YellowMellow.”

With your first match behind you, you had some time to breathe before the next round. You stood, stretching out the tension in your shoulders, when a familiar voice called out.

“Well, well. Didn’t even have to sweat, huh?”

You turned to see Diobronto, your training partner and one of the few people who could genuinely push you to your limits. He leaned against a nearby setup, arms crossed, his ever-present Snackbox tucked under one arm. A knowing smirk played on his lips.

“Yo!” he called, adjusting his grip on the compact controller.

“Hey, man. How’d Round 1 go?” you asked, curious.

Diobronto sighed dramatically. “Opponent rage-quit after I locked in Kuon. Said something about ‘Blender Man is an unfun loop.’” He shrugged, but you caught the amused glint in his eye.

You couldn’t help but laugh, already picturing the absolute carnage. “I mean… I don’t blame ‘em. I’ve seen what you do with that jerk. Man is not fun to deal with.”

“Skill issue,” Diobronto quipped, grinning.

The two of you moved through the tournament area, weaving past players locked in heated matches, when a familiar voice called out—smooth, confident, unmistakable.

“Hey, boys.”

You turned to see 3Step, the ex-K-pop idol turned streamer. Her signature pastel bomber jacket and perfectly styled hair made her stand out even in the chaos of the venue. She flashed a bright smile as she approached.

Diobronto and you exchanged grins. “Well, if it isn’t the legend herself,” Dio said, nodding in greeting.

Angelwomon chuckled. “How are two of my favorite boys doing today?”

“We’re good. It’s great to see you,” you replied.

“Glad to hear it.” She clasped her hands together. “Well, I hope I see both of you in the later rounds. Make it happen, yeah?”

She gave you both a playful salute before heading off toward another set of players.

Diobronto sighed dreamily, watching her go. “Gosh, she’s just so cute. I love her.”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “Then ask her out.”

Dio rolled his eyes. “Sure. As soon as you ask out PinkBlossoms.”

You groaned. “We’re rivals. Nothing more, nothing less.”

“Really?”

Before you could shoot back, another voice cut in.

“Wow. So I’m just nothing to you, huh?”

A chill ran down your spine before you even turned around. You already knew who it was.

PinkBlossoms.

Sakura Miyawaki stood there, arms crossed, one hip jutted slightly to the side. Those signature cat-ear headphones rested snugly on her head, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

“You wound me, H8STEP,” she continued, pressing a hand over her chest in mock offense. “I thought we had something special.”

Diobronto snorted. “Bro, you’re so dead.”

You sighed, rubbing the back of your neck. “You know that’s not what I meant.”

PinkBlossoms tilted her head, pretending to think. “Mmm, no, I think it is what you meant. But it’s fine. I’m sure you’ll make it up to me—” She leaned in just slightly, voice dropping to something teasingly sweet. “—when I absolutely body you later.”

There it was. That weird, charged energy that always hung between you two. Half trash talk, half something else entirely.

You crossed your arms, mirroring her stance. “If you make it to me.”

She grinned. “Oh, I will.” Then, with a dramatic little twirl, she started walking away. But not before looking over her shoulder and adding, “Try not to think about me too much before our match, okay?”

Diobronto whistled as soon as she was out of earshot. “Bro.”

You exhaled, shaking your head. “Don’t start.”

“Oh, I’m starting. Rivals, huh?” Dio elbowed you. “That was some real romantic comedy energy just now.”

“It’s just how we talk.”

“Mmm-hmm.”

Round 2 wasn't easy.

You had to fight your way through two disjoint-heavy characters—Uzuki and Gordeau—both of whom made closing the gap a nightmare. As a Seth main this made setting up your orbs an obnoxious and herculean task. Finding the right pressure points, weaving through their massive hitboxes, and forcing mistakes took everything you had. But you managed to clutch it out, barely scraping by with the wins.

Meanwhile, PinkBlossoms?

Cakewalk.

She styled on a barebones Hyde with her secondary, Yuzuriha, landing flashy confirms just for fun. Then, in game 3 she completely dismantled another Linne main, snuffing out their movement and punishing them every time they tried to outpace her. It wasn’t just dominant—it was casual.

And Diobronto? He was tearing through his bracket, except for one notable exception.

He forfeited his Round 3 match.

Not because he lost, but because he simply didn’t want to deal with it.

When you ran into him again, you raised an eyebrow.

“You know… I never understand why you bail on big matchups like that.”

Diobronto shrugged, adjusting his Snackbox in one hand. “Ego exhaustion.”

You frowned. “What?”

“I have a limited number of good decisions I can make before my brain taps out,” he explained casually. “So, I cut down on situations where I have to make too many choices. That’s why I play defensive—it’s easier to watch and react instead of always having to make the right call under pressure.” He rolled his neck before grinning. “Besides, I didn’t feel like fighting Slayer’s master Yuzu today. Dude plays neutral like he’s coding a fighting game AI.”

You laughed. “So, what? You’re just avoiding stress?”

“Pretty much,” Diobronto admitted. “But enough about me. Let’s go watch Eunbi’s match.”

You nodded, and the two of you made your way toward 3step’s setup.

PinkBlossoms was already there, arms folded, watching the screen. When she saw the two of you approach, she tilted her head slightly, her cat-ear headphones catching the light.

“Hey, boys. Came to watch Jiwon play?”

“Of course,” you said, settling in beside her. “How’d your Round 4 go?”

PinkBlossoms smirked. “Trampled a Linne main. Not even worth talking about.”

You chuckled. “Must be nice.”

She glanced at you. “And you?”

“Gordeau had me in the first half, not gonna lie.”

Her smirk widened. “Well, I’m glad you’re still in. I’d hate to have to fight some random in later rounds instead of my rival.”

There it was again—that weird mix of competitive fire and something else.

You crossed your arms, matching her energy. “Oh yeah? Hate to break it to you, but you might have to get through him first.”

You gestured toward Diobronto, who gave an ambivalent shrug, clearly unbothered by the implication.

PinkBlossoms and you locked eyes, the tension simmering between you as if you were already on stage.

Then, Dio’s voice pulled you both out of it.

“I always hated that I wasn’t better with Kaguya…” he muttered, watching 3step’s game with a focused stare.

You and PinkBlossoms exchanged a glance, equally confused.

PinkBlossoms smirked. “You know, Dio—you definitely have a type.”

Diobronto turned, blinking at both of you before bursting into laughter. “Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

With that, he walked off to congratulate 3step on her latest win, leaving you and PinkBlossoms standing side by side, watching as Round 5 got underway.

And if her shoulder just so happened to brush against yours for a split second?

Well.

You’d deal with that later.

Round 4 was in full swing, and you found yourself standing next to PinkBlossoms, both of you glued to the match unfolding on the main stage.

Diobronto vs. 3step.

What had started as a technical display of high-level play had morphed into something else entirely. Dionronto’s kuon was surprisingly passive and lax the first game allowing for 3step to eek out the first set, but the second set was a different story. You watched as Dio at Eunbi alive.

“He’s scary when he plays like this,” you muttered, arms crossed as you watched the chaos on-screen.

PinkBlossoms let out a low whistle. “Tell me about it. I’ve fought him before, but this?” She shook her head. “This is a different Diobronto.”

Diobronto was known for his defensive playstyle—patient, calculating, waiting for his opponents to overextend so he could pick them apart. But when he decided to flip the switch… it was like staring down an avalanche.

And right now? Jiwon Park—3Step, former idol, streamer, and one of the most technically sound Kaguya players in the tournament—was buried under it.

The set had started out close. 3Step was playing to her strengths—impeccable spacing, clean confirms, and a neutral game so refined it felt untouchable. She used Kaguya’s ranged pressure and counter tools masterfully, keeping Diobronto in check.

Then, somewhere in Game 2, Diobronto flipped the switch.

He stopped waiting. He started hunting.

Now, he was suffocating her, giving no room to breathe. Every defensive decision she made was punished, every attempt to reset neutral was stuffed before it could even start. It wasn’t just his execution—it was the mind games. The way he conditioned her, forced her into bad habits, then exploited them like a predator toying with its prey.

On screen, Kaguya whiffed a defensive stance cancel.

That was all Diobronto needed.

Kuon dashed in. Counter-hit. CHAIN SHIFT.

The screen exploded with a brutal, optimized combo—one of those “you’re not dead but you might as well be” confirms that left 3step in the worst possible position. Low resources, no momentum, mentally shaken.

You could see it in the way she hesitated for just a split second before the next round started.

“She’s cracking,” PinkBlossoms said quietly.

You shook your head, “no she’s exhausted. You can see it in her eyes,” you counter as you watch Dio continuing to pick at her. Reading her loops and combo strings like it was his favorite manga before throwing her throw devastating combos and mix-ups.

Despite this 3step was flawless in execution, but this wasn’t just a battle of mechanics—it was psychological warfare. And Diobronto was winning.

The final round began.

3Step tried to stabilize, playing a safer, more measured neutral. But it was too late.

Diobronto had downloaded her.

He faked an opening. She took the bait.

Counter-hit. CHAIN SHIFT. Corner combo.

The crowd winced as Kuon’s vortex began. Fake cross-ups, delayed staggers, pressure resets—Diobronto was merciless, keeping her locked down with a relentless mix of feints and perfectly timed frame traps.

The moment she pressed the wrong button, it was over.

Final KO. Set count: 4-1, Diobronto.

3Step lingered for a moment, arms crossed as she watched the crowd shift around them. The air still buzzed with excitement from the last match, but her mind was stuck replaying the mental beatdown she’d just suffered at Diobronto’s hands.

She glanced at him. He was back to his usual self—relaxed posture, easygoing smile, as if he hadn’t just turned her own game sense against her.

“…Hey, Dio,” she started.

He looked over. “Yeah?”

She hesitated, then sighed. “How the hell did you get so good at defense?”

Diobronto let out a short laugh. “That bad, huh?”

She rolled her eyes. “You know it was. I couldn’t open you up, and even when I thought I had a read, you were already two steps ahead.”

Dio scratched his head, his grin shifting into something more thoughtful. “Honestly? It’s ‘cause I had to be.”

3Step raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

Diobronto leaned against the nearby setup, arms crossing. “The guy who got me into UNIST—he was an aggressive player. Like, relentless. Didn’t matter if he was plus, minus, neutral—he was always pressing something. I swear, half the time, he wasn’t even playing matchups, he was just playing.” Dio chuckled. “Dudehad one terrible bad habit of freezing up if you could figure him out though.”

3step frowned. “…So, what? You learned to counter him?”

“Pretty much.” Dio shrugged. “I didn’t have the reaction speed or pressure game to match him, so I had to learn defense. I got good at blocking, at watching rhythms, at figuring out when and why people start panicking. I wasn’t just learning how to survive—I was learning how to make people beat themselves. After that it was easy to learn the grid system and maximizing combos,”

3Step absorbed that, thinking back to their match. How she’d started second-guessing, hesitating—how it had felt like the more she tried to outplay him, the worse she did.

“…That’s why you play the way you do,” she muttered.

Dio nodded. “Yeah. My defense isn’t just about surviving—it’s about giving you just enough rope to hang yourself.”

3step let out a long breath. “Well, congrats. It works.”

Diobronto grinned. “Thanks.”

For a moment, they just stood there, the noise of the tournament swirling around them.

Then 3Step glanced at him again, curiosity flickering in her eyes.

“What happened to him?”

Dio’s smile faltered slightly. “Moved on. Life, work, you know how it is.” He sighed, stretching his arms. “We still talk, but he barely plays anymore. Shame, too—if he stuck with it, I know he’d be one of the best.”

3Step studied him for a second, then smirked. “Sounds like you miss him.”

Diobronto chuckled. “A little.”

She nudged him with her elbow. “Well, if you ever need another aggressive training partner…”

Diobronto raised an eyebrow. “You? Thought you didn’t play that way.”

3Step smirked. “I don’t. But maybe I should start.”

Dio tilted his head, considering. Then, with a playful glint in his eyes, he grinned.

“Careful what you wish for.”

For the first time since her loss, Angelwomon felt excited.

Following this Diobronto was approached by a number of other competitors and people who were all congratulating his victory.

3step sighed, exhaling sharply exhausted by the gauntlet Dio just put her through, shaking her head as Diobronto stood up and stretched, with his almost trademarked unfazed gaze—like he hadn’t just systematically dismantled one of the strongest players in the tournament.

PinkBlossoms let out a slow breath. “You ever just forget that Dio is actually terrifying?”

“All the time.”

As you watched Diobronto shake hands with 3step, a thought settled in the back of your mind.

If this was the version of him you had to fight later in bracket?

You weren’t sure you were ready.

3step sat at the edge of the setup, staring at the results screen.

Her hands were still on her fightstick, fingers lightly tapping the buttons in a rhythm that no longer had a game to accompany it. 2-1. Just like that, she was out of winner’s bracket.

“Hey.”

She looked up to see PinkBlossoms crouching beside her, a small but knowing smile on her lips.

“You played great,” PinkBlossoms said gently.

3step sighed, brushing her hair back. “Did I? I got dismantled. I’ve never felt so…” She trailed off, exhaling sharply. “Cornered.”

PinkBlossoms chuckled. “Yeah, Dio does that. One minute, you’re controlling the match—then he flips the switch, and suddenly you’re drowning. I guess why that's why some people call him

The California condor for how he picks at you bit by bit.”

Angelwomon frowned. “I don’t even know when it happened. I had him in the first game, then—”

“Then you started thinking too much.”

Angelwomon blinked.

PinkBlossoms sat beside her, stretching her arms. “You play clean. You play precise. But the moment someone forces you to second-guess yourself, your game starts slipping. Dio? He’s a specialist at doing that to people.”

Angelwomon pursed her lips. “Yeah. I noticed.”

PinkBlossoms nudged her playfully. “Hey. You’re still in losers. And if there’s one thing I know about Jiwon Park, it’s that she doesn’t let one loss keep her down. Also you can still get back into winners look at Dio, he was in loosers and is now climbing all the way back up.”

Angelwomon let out a soft laugh. “I suppose that’s true.”

Just as the mood started to lighten, Diobronto walked over, hands in his wrapped around his snackbox. His usual laid-back grin faltered slightly when he saw Angelwomon’s expression.

“Oh um,” he said cautiously. “Uh… no hard feelings?”

PinkBlossoms immediately stood up, stretching exaggeratedly. “Welp! Since the culprit’s here—” She turned to Angelwomon with a teasing smirk. “—I’ll let him take over.”

Angelwomon blinked. “Wait, wha—?”

PinkBlossoms clapped a hand on Diobronto’s shoulder, giving him an exasperated look. “Honestly, Dio. How could you beat your crush like that?”

Diobronto froze.

Angelwomon’s brain short-circuited.

“…Excuse me?” she said, voice a pitch higher than usual.

Diobronto’s eyes darted between them. “Wait—what?”

PinkBlossoms just grinned. “Ohhh, don’t play dumb, big guy.” Then, before either of them could react, she gave a cheerful wave. “Alright, lovebirds! Have fun sorting this out!”

And just like that, she walked away.

Leaving them alone.

A beat of silence.

Diobronto coughed, shifting awkwardly. “Sooo… I think she’s just messing with us?”

Angelwomon, still processing, glanced at him—and suddenly, she started noticing things.

The way he kept stealing glances at her when they’d talk between rounds. How he’d always sit near her during matches. How he’d never fought her in bracket before today. And the way his usual confidence seemed a little off-kilter now that the conversation had turned personal.

Oh.

She swallowed, trying to suppress the warmth creeping up her neck.

“…Maybe,” she murmured, then quickly changed the subject before he could respond. “A-anyway, I need to refocus for losers. Can’t let one loss get to me, right?”

Diobronto nodded quickly, seemingly relieved. “Yeah! Right. You got this.”

Angelwomon stood up, but as she walked past him, she caught herself hesitating.

Normally, she’d have just moved on.

But now?

She glanced at him again—his easygoing demeanor, the way he’d casually outmaneuvered her both in-game and, apparently, in real life—and for the first time, being around Diobronto felt different.

“…See you around, Dio,” she said, her tone softer than usual.

Diobronto blinked. “Yeah. See ya, Jiwon.”

And as she walked away, she knew PinkBlossoms wasn’t lying.

And now, she wasn’t sure how she felt about that.

You leaned against a pillar near the setups, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the bracket screen. Next Round was coming up fast, but your mind was still back in Round 5, replaying Diobronto’s match over and over.

“How the hell does he do that?” you muttered.

“He’s a menace,” PinkBlossoms said beside you, mirroring your stance. “Like, I know he’s always been a defensive god, but I’ve never seen him dismantle someone like that.”

You exhaled, shaking your head. “Angelwomon plays so clean, but he made her second-guess everything.”

PinkBlossoms nodded. “He didn’t even play the game. He played her.”

For a moment, the two of you stood in silence, absorbing that.

Then she glanced at you, smirking. “Good thing we just have to deal with each other, huh?”

You chuckled. “Right. Just each other.”

Her smirk lingered, but there was something else in her eyes—something sharp, teasing, charged.

“Unless you’re scared of me,” she said, tilting her head.

You scoffed. “Please. You should be scared of me.”

She took a step closer, eyes locked onto yours. “Oh? Big talk for someone I’ve beaten before.”

You smirked. “And I’ve beaten you.”

Her smile didn’t fade, but her eyes narrowed slightly—that playful, competitive fire flickering to life. “Guess we’re even, then.”

You stared at her, something in your chest tightening.

It wasn’t just rivalry. It wasn’t just respect.

It was something more.

The constant push and pull, the way she made your blood race, the way you wanted to win—but also wanted her to win, too, just so you’d have another chance to fight her again.

Before you could second-guess it, before you could think, you leaned in.

And to your surprise—she did, too.

The moment your lips met, it was like a spark igniting. It wasn’t soft or hesitant—it was charged, like the matches you played against each other, full of heat, tension, and the thrill of wanting to overcome each other.

When you finally pulled back, both of you were breathless.

She stared at you, eyes slightly wide—then, slowly, that familiar smirk crept back onto her lips.

“…Well,” she murmured, “this just got interesting.”

You exhaled a laugh, running a hand through your hair. “No kidding.”

PinkBlossoms tapped her fingers against her Snackbox, grinning. “Guess we really do push each other, huh?”

You met her gaze, a slow smile forming. “Yeah. We do.”

For a moment, neither of you said anything. The tournament buzzed around you, but here, in this moment, it was just you and her.

Then she tilted her head, mischief dancing in her eyes.

“…You do realize this means I’m not holding back, right?”

Your heart pounded.

You grinned. “Wouldn’t want it any other way.”

The semifinals were nothing short of brutal—especially for PinkBlossoms.

Diobronto didn’t just defeat her. He dissected her.

It wasn’t angry or personal—there was no malice in the way he played. But it was merciless. Every bad habit she had, every tiny moment of hesitation—he tore through them like he’d spent years studying her playstyle.

Whenever she dropped a combo, he punished instantly. Whenever she tried to mix him, he was already blocking the right way. Whenever she looked for an opening, she found nothing but a wall.

It was the only set where Diobronto didn’t drop the first game. There was no adapting period, no feeling-out process—just immediate, overwhelming control.

By the time the set ended, PinkBlossoms looked stunned. She sat there for a second, hands hovering over her buttons, like she was still trying to process what had just happened.

“…What the hell was that?” she muttered, finally exhaling.

Diobronto, was out of it since his set against Jiwon which left him spinning but he found the words to say eventually, “That,” he said, stretching his arms, “was me playing seriously.”

PinkBlossoms blinked, then scoffed. “Well, thanks for the whiplash, I guess.”

But underneath the frustration, there was something else in her tone—respect.

Because even in a loss that decisive… she had learned something. After that she winced as she got up.

Here’s a scene where Sakura (PinkBlossoms) processes her loss with the narrator, reflecting on how Diobronto felt different during their match.

⸻

You found Sakura leaning against a setup in the casuals area, arms crossed, a deep frown on her face. Her cat-ear headphones hung around her neck, and she was staring off at nothing, clearly still processing what had happened.

You approached carefully. “That bad, huh?”

She let out a short laugh, but it wasn’t really amused. “You ever feel like you didn’t even get to play?”

You winced. “Yeah… that’s the Dio special.”

Sakura tilted her head toward you, finally meeting your gaze. “No, this was different. I knew he was good—I mean, duh, we all know that. But this wasn’t just ‘good.’ This was like… like he’d already decided I was gonna lose before the set even started.”

You leaned against the table beside her. “I noticed. He didn’t even do his usual ‘drop game one to learn you’ thing. He just went for the kill.”

She nodded, rubbing her temples. “It was like… every gap in my pressure? He knew it was coming. Every bad habit? He was already punishing before I even realized I messed up. And it wasn’t just matchup knowledge—it was me. He was playing me.”

You exhaled. “That’s what he does. He doesn’t just play the game, he plays the person.”

Sakura was quiet for a moment, then sighed. “…It was kind of scary.”

You turned to her, a little surprised. “Scary?”

She nodded, lips pressing together. “Not, like, literally scary. But it’s just… Dio’s always been chill, you know? I’ve never seen him like that. It wasn’t angry or personal, but it also wasn’t the usual laid-back Dio. It was just…” She searched for the word, then finally said, “…cold.”

That word sat heavy between you two.

Because she was right.

When Diobronto had played against Angelwomon, there had been a sense of cruel playfulness—like he was testing her, poking at her confidence just to see how she’d react.

But against Sakura?

He had just shut her out completely.

No hesitation. No wasted movements. No mercy.

“…You think he saw me as a threat?” she asked suddenly.

You thought about it.

“Maybe,” you said carefully. “Or maybe… he knew he couldn’t let you get started at all.”

Sakura scoffed, shaking her head. “Guess that means he respects me, huh?”

You smiled. “I mean, yeah. He doesn’t go all-out on just anyone.”

She sighed again, then pushed off the table, shaking out her hands like she was physically dusting off the loss.

“Well, whatever. He got me this time, but next time?” She turned to you, her usual competitive fire reigniting in her eyes. “I’m getting my runback.”

You grinned. “That’s the spirit.”

She smirked, then nudged your arm. “You better not lose before I get to fight you.”

You nudged her back. “Same to you.”

And just like that, PinkBlossoms was back.

Diobronto sat on a low concrete ledge outside the venue, a half-empty water bottle resting against his knee. The cool night air felt refreshing after the heat and noise of the tournament floor, but it didn’t do much to quiet the storm in his head.

He wasn’t upset—he had won, after all. And yet, something about the way the semifinals had played out felt… off.

He took a slow sip of water, staring up at the neon glow of a nearby streetlamp.

Why did that match feel different?

The door behind him creaked open, and he heard the sound of soft footsteps.

“I knew I’d find you out here.”

Diobronto glanced over his shoulder. Jiwon.

She had changed out of her tournament fit—her usual comfy hoodie and joggers replacing her more polished on-stream look. But what stood out the most was the way she was looking at him—not with frustration, not with playful banter, but with something softer.

She hesitated, then walked over, sitting down beside him. “Figured you’d pull a disappearing act after that match.”

Diobronto let out a small huff of laughter. “Needed some air.”

Jiwon studied him for a moment, then looked away, tapping her fingers against her knee. “…I didn’t stand a chance, did I?”

Diobronto frowned. “That’s not true. You’re insanely good.”

She shook her head, smiling but not quite laughing. “Doesn’t matter. You got in my head.”

Diobronto hesitated. “That… wasn’t the plan.”

Jiwon turned to him, raising an eyebrow. “Wasn’t it?”

He didn’t have an answer to that.

Because the truth was—he wasn’t sure what his plan had been.

Playing against her had felt different. He had gone into that set telling himself it was just another match, that he was just playing to win.

But then she had sat across from him, fingers poised over her controls, that determined, focused energy radiating off her—and something in him had shifted.

It wasn’t like fighting PinkBlossoms. That match had been cold calculation. But against Jiwon?

He had played ruthlessly—but not because he wanted to shut her down.

Because he had wanted to see her fight back.

“…I don’t like losing,” Jiwon admitted suddenly. “But it wasn’t just that. It was you. The way you played—” She exhaled sharply, shaking her head. “I could feel it, Dio. That wasn’t just you playing ‘smart’ or ‘optimal.’ That was you picking me apart.”

Diobronto stared at his water bottle, fingers tightening around the plastic. “…I don’t know why I did that.”

Jiwon was quiet for a moment, then nudged his arm lightly.

“Hey.”

He looked at her.

She gave him a small, knowing smile. “…I think you do.”

His breath hitched.

Because maybe—just maybe—she was right.

Maybe this had never been just about winning.

Maybe it had always been about her.

And from the way Jiwon’s gaze lingered on his, the way her expression softened just a little—

He had a feeling she’d known that long before he did.

The world faded away.

Diobronto barely had time to process what was happening before Jiwon closed the distance between them, her hand resting lightly against his shoulder as she leaned in.

And then—

Her lips met his.

For a split second, his mind went completely blank.

Then everything crashed into place at once—the warmth of her touch, the faint scent of her perfume, the way she tilted her head just right like this was something she had wanted for a long time.

Diobronto lost himself in it.

His heart, so used to holding back, waiting, second-guessing, finally felt vindicated. His hands moved instinctively—one reaching up to cup the side of her face, the other gripping the edge of the ledge for some kind of grounding as he kissed her back, deep and unrestrained.

Jiwon smiled against his lips before breaking the kiss, just enough to rest her forehead against his.

Diobronto chased after her without thinking, lips parting slightly as if to pull her back in—

But before he could, she giggled, pressing a finger lightly to his lips.

“If you win…” she teased, eyes gleaming with mischief. “There’ll be more where that came from.”

Diobronto blinked.

Then he grinned.

“Guess I better not lose, then.”

The Grand Finals

You stood at the setup station, controller in hand, waiting.

Diobronto was nowhere to be seen.

The TOs had already called for him twice, and you were just about to text him when he finally strolled in, looking way too casual for someone about to play grand finals.

“Where have you been?” you asked, genuinely confused.

Diobronto just grinned, rolling his shoulders as he set down his Snackbox.

“Later,” he said. Then, with a smirk, he added, “Right now, I have to strip you for parts and sell them back to you at a higher price.”

You blinked. “Wait, what?”

He repeated it, plugging in his Snackbox, fingers tapping against the controls like he was already hearing the rhythm of your demise.

Then—

You got absolutely demolished.

No warm-up rounds. No Dio-style “lose game one to download” strategy.

Just pure, ruthless dismantling.

Every attempt at pressure? Stuffed. Every attempt to bait him? Sniffed out. Every scramble? Not even close.

The crowd, normally rowdy, had gone eerily silent—like no one could fully process what they were watching.

Because this wasn’t just Diobronto playing well.

This was Diobronto, fully locked in.

Masterful. Unshakable. Unstoppable.

When it was over, and he had 3-0’d you faster than anyone in the venue expected, you just sat there, staring at the results screen.

You turned to Sakura, who looked just as stunned as you felt. 3step, too.

“Where the hell did that come from?” you muttered.

Diobronto, still catching his breath, only lifted a hand and pointed toward the crowd.

You followed his gaze.

Standing near the front, hands clasped together, was Jiwon.

She was beaming.

The moment Diobronto took a step toward her, she closed the distance in an instant, grabbing him by the collar and pulling him into a kiss.

The crowd erupted.

You laughed, shaking your head as you clapped him on the back. “Have fun, big guy.”

Sakura stepped up beside you, watching as Eunbi practically devoured Diobronto in front of everyone.

She sighed, stretching her arms above her head. “Welp. Something tells me Eunbi and I are gonna have to switch apartments tonight.”

You chuckled. “Yeah, sounds about right.”

Sakura smirked, nudging your side. “Come on, Helios. Let’s get out of here before they start charging admission.”

You laughed, shaking your head as you grabbed your bag. “Sure.”

And with that, you left them to their well-earned victory celebration.

Meanwhile Pink Blossoms approaches, “well that was informative,” she said. You nod then reply,

“Yeah I didn't know he could do all of that, he usually plays so safe but he just beat the breaks off me.” you sighed then felt a warmth slither into your arms.

“You did well though,” Sakura said before adding, “now let’s go to your place. I have a feeling Jiwon and Dio are gonna want privacy.

You shrug and say “fair” as the two of you drive back to your place.

The ride home was quiet at first—just the hum of the car engine and the occasional whoosh of passing streetlights.

Sakura was in the passenger seat, legs pulled up onto the seat as she scrolled through her phone. You could tell she was checking the tournament bracket, probably watching clips of your matches and maybe even hers.

It was comfortable, but the whole night still felt a little surreal.

You glanced over at her. “So…”

Sakura didn’t look up. “So?”

You drummed your fingers against the steering wheel. “We should probably talk about… ground rules.”

That made her put her phone down. She turned, raising an eyebrow. “For what?”

You gave her a look. “For us.”

Sakura blinked, then let out a short laugh. “Oh my god, we’re really doing this, huh?”

You smirked. “We just made out in the middle of a tournament. Yeah, I think we’re doing this.”

She grinned, but then tapped a finger against her chin in mock thoughtfulness. “Alright. Fine. Ground rules.”

She sat up, shifting so she could face you properly. “Rule one: no throwing games just because we’re dating.”

You scoffed. “I would never.”

She side-eyed you. “You say that, but if I ever catch you going easy on me—”

“I won’t,” you assured her. “But that goes both ways.”

Sakura smirked. “Like I would ever go easy on you.”

You chuckled, then nodded. “Okay. No mercy in competition. Got it. Rule two?”

Sakura hummed. “Rule two: fighting game trash talk is still on the table.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Even after what happened tonight?”

She gave you a look so smug it should’ve been illegal. “Especially after what happened tonight.”

You groaned. “Great. Can’t wait to hear about this for the next ten years.”

Sakura laughed. “Hey, you signed up for this. Rule three?”

You thought for a second. “No getting mad if one of us knocks the other out of bracket?”

Sakura nodded. “Fair. But—” She pointed at you. “If we ever meet in grand finals, loser buys dinner.”

You smirked. “I hope you like paying.”

She grinned, crossing her arms. “Oh, Helios. That’s adorable.”

The teasing felt familiar, comfortable, but underneath it, there was something warm and real.

For so long, you’d seen her as your rival, your greatest challenge in bracket.

But now?

Now, she was also your girlfriend, and she held this softness you had only seen glimpses of beneath the sheen onf confidence she always wore, However all semblance of soft and tenderness leaves when you get home. Sakura and you are less foreplay all gas. As soon as you get back to your place she's taken off her clothes and is ramming your cock down her throat. She stares up at you smiling her eyes crinkling in a way that further drives your lust for her. You need to fuck her your body tells you, and before you can think you lift the poor girl by her waist and impaling her on your cock, “fuck!” Sakura gasps.

“Warn me next time she says mewling as you lift her up and down your cock. She moans as her walls wrap and squeeze around you in a seal so comfortable you never want to leave.

“Shit Kura! Why have we never done this before?” You asks. Sakura’s eyes roll back while you fuck her and she breathlessly says,

“I don’t know,” in between morning your name.

“Well from now on we’re doing this every weekend because fuck Kura you feel so good,”

Kura moans at your demands before begging you to be serious. You groan as she moans your name until you feel your balls tense and you unload inside of her. Overwhelmed Sakura passes out in your arms.

You manage to get to a bed before you pass out as well still inside of her.

You wake up to a pleasurable sensation but overwhelming pleasure and pain mix as you are roused by Sakura riding you.

“Hey baby,” she says “sorry for starting without out you I was just so horny and wet and you were still so hard when I woke up,” she apologized and you groaned as you came in her again. Sakura chuckled and said, “Finally I have been riding you for 45 minutes. She said. You chortle and despite the fact that until moments ago you were still asleep Sakura smiles at you before lowering her face to your crotch

“Can we go again? It is my birthday after all, well for another hour at least,” she says, and laugh before obliging her

Jiwon spends the entire ride back to her place with her hand slowly moving up and down Diobronto’ cock. He could barely contain his moans until Jiwon whispered in his ear “don’t fight it baby moan for me. Tell me exactly what you want,”

Breathlessly Dio answers. “You I want you.”

Jiwon smiled as she finally gained the upper hand tonight before straddling Dio as he drove back the car lurched but Jiwon had unshakable confidence in Diobronto.

Jiwon began slowly grinding on his crotch. She moaned while grinding on his crotch. Diobronto could barely hold on as she continued dry humping him in the car.

“I’m gonna need you to cum for me baby,” Jiwon moaned. Dio groaned barely able to keep focus on the road but Jiwon kept pseudo riding him.

“I need it baby. I need to know you want me,” she says.

“Please a nice big messy load,” she encourages as she grinds on him. Jiwon stares into Dio’s eyes as she watches him come undone. He cums violently as She continues to ride him. Jiwon smirks before bringing Dio in for another kiss as they pull into her driveway. As the enter the house Jiwon stops all contact with Dio who's very understandably confused, “huh?” he asked.

“No more until my birthday,” Jiwon said.

“I do want my first time to be special after all,”

Dio rolled his eyes and said, “you're diabolical,”

Jiwon smiled then said, “yes but you love it. Now come on. Help me find a new main because I'm helping you learn kaguya,”

“Why?” Dio ask confused.

“Because kaguya is your baby girl I think I should find me a big boy to to be commiserate,” she said smirking.

Dio laughed and said “alright one more game,”