#good and handsome and sweet and everything else

[sunshine-co]

three peas in a pod

yunwoo x chubby!reader; amusement park date

this was inspired by this idea; as i am that perfect height to fit into wooyoung and i go nuts seeing yunwoo hugging like that:

the way wooyoung fits so perfectly into yunho, how he can place his head directly into yunhos neck and snuggle him so perfectly, like they were made for each other, like puzzle pieces; well you fit into wooyoung just as well. you so perfectly meld to him like you were made for each other, like puzzle pieces. so yunho can fit behind you and your in a perfect little sandwich, full of love and warmth, the three of you together like so, completes a perfect puzzle.

a/n: also the car scene/concept of having y/n in the passenger seat is inspired by another writers post, i cant find it now, but they mentioned it in the sense y/n is always in the middle, they're never left alone. also sorry this took so long to post. i had made a poll to ask how to end it and then i put off writing it, and then editing it, but theres really no good excuse, sorry! and this might be one of my longest to date. please give feedback!

tw: smut (although its a bit of a slow burn, theres a lot at the end), oral, fingering, piv, dvp, dirty talk, sickeningly sweet nicknames/pet names too many to list but main ones are princess, doll/babydoll, baby. mentions of weight insecurities, angry woo, idky but i mention pee a few times, not in a sexual way but its brought up more then anything else i've ever read, fear of rollercoasters and riding one. let me know if i missed anything!

also take a shot every time i mention yunhos 'beautiful neck'. 😜

nothing written is fact or is to be taken too seriously. most writings may contain sexual themes so no minors, although i cannot control what you read, but please know not all sexual writings, experiences or things you see are not always correct or standard. you are responsible for what you consume!

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the three of you had been together for a long time. you grew up with and were best friends with yunho since childhood. when he went to school for dance he met wooyoung, and you three quickly became inseparable. and after only 2 years of friendship with woo, the three of you fell into an easy and loving, romantic relationship.

sure it was unconventional, but you all didn't care and even showed the world how healthy a throuple could be. of course you still got stares, and the comments about your weight, especially next to two tall, slim, and handsome men, but they always reassured you. you were perfect to them, to not listen to others and you have more value then just your looks. although you were the most gorgeous and sexy person in the whole world to them. you were their everything and they couldn't imagine their life without you, nor could you imagine yours without them.

you've been together now for several years, but as life does, it often got too busy and there could be days or even weeks you would only see each other in brief passings and could only exchange swift 'i love you's and chaste kisses. of course you lived together and shared a massive bed but it was still only short moments you'd be with either or, or both. you would go to bed and wake at all different times. all three of your love languages was quality time, yours and woos being physical touch as well, so when these times came up and you couldn't have that, you all got antsy.

this month had been one of those times. between work and some volunteer work you did, you had hardly seen your boys. and a local amusement park that came around every year that you would always go to, was soon closing for the season. the three of you had made it tradition to go when it came in town, but you had gotten so busy you barely even registered it was even there. the boys knew if you missed it, you would be sad and deeply disappointed. so they had contacted your work and volunteering work to get you a few days off. they offered a week vacation because of how good you had been doing, they also knew you needed to take some time off. you always worked too hard.

so when your boss and supervisors let you know you had the next week off you were elated. you didn't know why, but you weren't about to ask questions. you came home from that days work smiling ear to ear, thankful you could sleep in the next day. the boys had also taken some time off their respective jobs so you could all spend the week snuggled up together and catching up. so when they arrived home shortly after you they beamed at the smile on your face.

'what are you so happy for, darling?' wooyoung asked as he slid up next to you on the couch, wrapping his arms around your waist and began kissing up your neck and all over your face.

when you could speak after the giggles caused by wooyoungs affection died down, you answered, 'i have the next week off from both jobs! if you two have any free time, i can spend it with you!'

'oh we know,' yunho spoke from where he stood watching you and wooyoung fondly, his arms behind his back as if hiding something, 'we asked for you to have time off, we got some time off as well, princess!' he said, trying to contain his own excitement, 'we're going to spend every minute together!' he spoke as he approached the couch and revealed some bags of takeout from your favorite restaurant.

you jumped out of wooyoungs arms to jump into yunhos. he quickly placed down the bags just in time to catch you and squeeze you in tightly. you felt his smile pressed to the side of your head. he began to press kisses to your head and trail them down your face leading to your lips. you kissed him back just as passionately and with an equally huge smile on your face.

'thank you so much, my love,' you said against his lips.

'hey it was mostly my idea, and i did most of the planning!' wooyoung exclaimed as he came up behind you and wrapping his arms around you where yunhos weren't, sandwiching you between them as you loved most. he pressed his face to your head and took a deep sniff, he loved to smell your hair, and always made sure you had enough of your favourite shampoo.

'yes, thank you, too, my precious kitten!' you leaned your head back to speak against his cheek. you felt his smile grow and you smiled back while giving his warm cheek kisses. this was heaven and you never wanted to leave this moment. between the two men you loved most in the world and who loved you back just as much and unconditionally. you were so at peace in their arms, their heads on either side of yours, gently squishing your cheeks.

yunho eventually broke the peace, 'we have to eat the food before it gets cold.' he said, muffled by your hair and neck he was still nuzzled into.

'yeah, we need to eat to get to bed quickly cause we have a full day tomorrow!' wooyoung chimed in. slightly leaning away to look at you.

'youngie i wanna relax' you whined with a pout.

'trust me you'll love it and have so much fun!' he said just before kissing your pout away. 'and the rest of the week is relaxing stuff, and a few days of just couch or bed rotting if you want!'

you let out a deep sigh and said 'okay, if you say so. thank you youngie!' he beamed at you as you leaned up to kiss him again. yunho quietly starts pecking your face, a silent ask for kisses as well. you happily turned to face him and place some kisses on his soft lips. wooyoung also kept kissing your face. you began to giggle into your kiss with yunho, from the gentle tickling of woos lips and just how silly and elated you felt. the boys caught your silly and started to laugh with you.

'okay, okay lets eat now.' you said, trying to gently push them away. they did let you go and you three went to set yourselves up to eat.

you enjoyed your meal and caught up on a few episodes of a drama you watched together. you eventually got sleepy so you all got ready and went to bed. it was almost hard to go to sleep with the excitement of tomorrow bubbling inside you, but the warmth of your two boys on either side of you eventually lulled you to a peaceful dreamland.

the next morning you were awoken by wooyoung kissing your face.

'youngie please.' you begged through giggles.

'what? i cant kiss my most beautiful, wonderful, amazing, delicious, stunning, beautiful soul, giant hearted, pure, and precious girlfriend awake?' he said all in one breath. 'i'm just trying to show my appreciation!' he immediately went back to kissing all over your face.

'ahhh woo please your gonna make me pee the bed!' you exclaimed through laughs, trying to catch your breath.

he then began to actually tickle you around your tummy and under your arms. your laughter increased tenfold and it took everything to hold the contents of your bladder. you tried to get his hands off you, he was laughing maniacally and attacking you everywhere.

through gasps and breath taking laughs you yelled out your safeword 'cedar' wooyoung immediately stopped and said 'sorry love'

you sat up wiping away tears from your eyes, just catching your breath. 'its okay woo' you leaned in to give him a quick kiss. 'i was just afraid i'd pee the bed.'

yunho who had been in the kitchen and heard the commotion and your safeword, burst in the room at that moment. he gave wooyoung a whack on the head with the ladle he was holding then looked to you.

'you okay sweetie?' he said with genuine concern in his eyes.

'yes yuyu, i'm okay.' you reassured him as you stood up from the bed to give him a kiss as well.

'you didn't need to hit me so hard though!' wooyoung whined from his pouty position on the bed, hand rubbing at the spot yunho hit.

'sorry, woo, you know i hate it when she uses the safeword! you take things too far sometimes.' he spoke gently, and leaned down to kiss wooyoungs head as an a apology.

'i know, i know, i'm sorry' he continued to whine but also quickly turned his head up to capture yunhos lips in an apologetic kiss. yunho smiled into woos lips and kissed him back. they exchanged a few more quick kisses as you watched. you felt so lucky to have two gorgeous boyfriends that also loved each other so dearly.

once they parted yunho leaned over to you and gave you some good morning kisses. you happily kissed him back.

'good morning princess,' he spoke against your lips, you smiled at the pet name. 'youngie and i made a big breakfast for you, wash up and come eat.'

you nodded and hummed in agreement, walking away from the two, towards the attached bathroom to get ready. they left to the kitchen to continue preparing the breakfast.

you used the toilet and washed up your face. you got dressed but didn't know if it would be appropriate for whatever wooyoung had prepared, but figured you could change if need be.

you went to the kitchen and was greeted by some wonderful smells. the table was set and full of your favorite breakfast items. you didn't know, even though the three of you could eat a lot, if you'd be able to finish all this, it was too much.

'ohh my precious boys!' you exclaimed, 'this is beyond wonderful, but isn't it too much?'

'no! definitely not! nothings too much for myyyy snookums!' wooyoung proclaimed, as he came up to you to give you a tight squeeze. you giggled at his silliness and hugged him back.

yunho, who had been finishing up putting out items on the table, then came up behind you to join the hug, completing your perfect hug sandwich. you relished in the warmth and joy radiating from them. but wooyoung needed his day to go as planned.

'okay we need to eat, so we can get this day going,' he said as he ushered you and yunho to your seats patting both your butts, 'after breakfast i'll let you know a bit of the plan but most is a secret!' he said, while bringing his finger to his lips in a secret motion and giggling.

'okay, fine. but i still think this is a bit too much.' you reiterated while settling in in your usual spot between them, taking in the wide spread of food. your small dining table was nearly over flowing, plates and bowls strategically placed.

'even if we don't finish it we can save it for later, it wont go to waste.' yunho reassured you, taking your hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.

'yes, yes, i know.' you sighed as you began to pick a few dishes to start with.

soon enough the three of you settled into your usual eating peace, only a few words exchanged as you filled your bellies. once you had gotten your fill, woo quickly started cleaning up, his mouth still full.

'yah finish chewing at least.' yunho scolded woo through his own mouthful.

'we have to go! we have an hour to get to the place and then lots to do there!' woo excitedly explained, continuing to clean up.

you got up to help him and asked, 'where are we going by the way?'

wooyoung finally swallowed what was in his mouth before speaking, 'firstly i would normally say you don't need to help, especially since this week is about pampering you, but i want to clean up quickly and go,' he spoke quickly, still moving and gathering dishes, yunho then also got up to help, 'second, my beautiful, wonderful, most precious, princess, baby doll,' he finally stopped to grab your hands in his and look you in the eye, 'we're going to the amusement park! its leaving after this week, so we're spending the whole day there. i have a basic plan for what rides and things to do but we can mostly follow the vibe, or whatever you want to do!' he beamed at you, his beautiful blinding smile taking over his face.

you couldn't believe you had forgotten about the amusement park, you were stunned that that's what he had planned for and just stared at him with your jaw open. 'ohh woo' you softly spoke as tears welled in your eyes. they quickly blurred your vision and spilled over. you dropped your head to his chest and brought your arms to wrap around his waist weakly. he wrapped his arms around your shoulders and pressed his face against your head, cooing at you and rubbing your back.

'ohh baby' he spoke tenderly, 'its okay, these are happy tears right?'

you nodded against his neck, tears still streaming down your face. you hadn't done your makeup yet and you were glad you hadn't. you didn't know why you were crying so much, a combination of the surprise plans the boys made, some pent up stress of life and just pure love for your boys was your guess. continuing to sob on wooyoung, you felt his shoulders shake in laughter, a hand leaving your back to point and laugh.

'why are you crying now?!' he exclaimed at yunho.

'you know when she crys, i cry!' yun chokes out.

'ohh my sweet yuyu!' you cry out as you leave woos arms to go to yunhos arms. he gladly pressed you into him, now crying into your hair. you did your best to still your tears enough so you could look up at him. the poor boys nose was now red from the sudden release of emotions and his ears tinged pink in embarrassment. you reached up to cup his face and use your thumbs to wipe away the tears.

'its okay, like i said its happy tears, baby. don't cry now. look, noonas stopped now.' you didn't often use the honorific, though you were three years older then the boys, early in the relationship you agreed you were all equal and didn't need them. it was rare any of you pulled it out, mostly in teasing or professional matters.

'yes noona' he giggled, as the tears stopped and he leaned down to capture your lips in a soft kiss. you returned the kiss gladly, smiling into it.

'as cute as you two are, can we finish cleaning up now.' wooyoung said, now pressing himself into your back.

'yes sir.' both you and yunho answered him. you all burst into laughter, but quickly returned to cleaning up.

soon enough most of the kitchen was clean, at this point wooyoung told you to finish getting ready as the two of them finished the cleaning. you obliged, going to get your makeup on. you decided to change what you were wearing as well. what you had originally put on was fine but you decided, since it was warm and you wanted to reward your boys with some eye candy, to put on their favorite milkmaid dress. a light pink and floral pattern, it flowed to about your mid calves and a slit ran up one leg to the top of your thigh. you also liked this dress, as it showed off the curves you liked very well. and you loved how wild it drove them.

you finished up your hair and light makeup and picked out some appropriate shoes, comfy but went well with the dress. you went to meet the boys at the door, as they had called out a moment before that they were ready. when you got to your entry way and the boys turned to you, both their mouths dropped. you giggled at them, and slyly brought your knee through the slit to show off your leg.

'you like what you see?' you said in a mock sultry tone, knowing full well they wanted to ravish you right then and there.

'fuck.' wooyoung groaned out.

yunho, behind him had turned bright red, from the top of his head, all the way down his neck and you were sure all across his chest and shoulders. if he didn't let the embarrassment take over and the blood rush to his head, it would've rushed to his dick instead, you were sure.

'baby doll,' woo let out a heavy breath, 'why'd you have to wear that one.' he groaned again as he approached you. he brought his hands to your hips, lightly rubbing up an down. he could feel where your panty line was and he traced it with nimble fingers. you smirked as the realization graced his features.

'and she's wearing that pretty little thong!' he exclaimed as he started to grope at your ass, and mouth at your neck, lust starting to take over him. 'you harlot!' he growled into your ear.

you cackled at his words as he continued to let his hands roam over your body. yunho cleared his throat and shook his head, trying to clear his mind of the dirty thoughts.

'i don't know why she wore our favorite dress but we have plans woo, c'mon.' yunho urged. 'we can ravish her after.'

'its supposed to be a reward for making these plans for me, for taking a week to focus on me.' you said through a small pout, as you removed wooyoung from you and readjusted your dress.

'well right now it feels like a punishment! now we're going to be distracted all day.' wooyoung said as his arm snaked around your waist again but now leading you out the door.

'i'm sorry, i can change?' you said half heartedly.

'no!' both men shouted, yunho locking your apartment door behind him.

'shhhh!' you gave both of them a gentle swat on their shoulders, 'quiet in the hallways!'

you all quietly giggled as you made your way to the car park.

getting to your shared car you got in your usual seats. yunho driving, you in the passenger seat and wooyoung in the middle of the back. they didn't want you to be alone so they always made sure wherever you seated, one of them was next to you. you learned early on not to argue with this, so you often just pushed or leaned your seat back and held woos hand and he would lean forward to meet your face to talk to you easier. yunho often rested a hand on your thigh, this time he had far more access with the slit of your dress, so he gave gentle squeezes and mindlessly drew patterns in your skin.

as you leaned your seat back to look at woo, you asked 'so can i know any of your plan?'

'well i guess,' he sighed dramatically, 'there's a few rides we can start with.' he continued to list them off. 'but we need to fit in that roller coaster you promised you would ride last year before dinner!' he gave you a pointed look.

'ohh woo, nooooo, why'd you remember? i cant wooyoungie, nooo!' you half heartedly whine, over exaggerating your distaste for the terrorizing roller coaster that you had never rode before. it was the biggest and scariest one, it took a lot to get you on the easiest one, let alone that one. you had promised woo you would ride it the next year, after some drinks and his promise of bedroom activities.

yunho laughed and patted your leg, 'no, you don't have to princess.' he reassured you.

'she does, she promised!' woo exclaimed.

'c'mon woo don-'

'no i promised,' you cut yunho off, 'i should at least try it once. just remind me to pee beforehand.' you sighed in defiance, 'but why before dinner?'

'you don't want to go on many rides, especially that one after eating, do you?' he said, reaching his face over to place a kiss on your cheek.

you hummed in agreement. 'okay so what's the plan for dinner and after?' you turned your head to give him a quick kiss on the lips.

'well there's a nice place not far from the park we'll go to, then after we can do some other activities in the park and maybe some more rides a bit later in the evening.'

'sounds good. is there any new games, do you know?' you asked, you liked to play them for the fun of it, but the boys got competitive and especially so when there was a prize you wanted. you didn't even have to say you wanted it, they knew the look you got when you liked something. you'd often end up with more plushies, toys and other prizes then you knew what to do with.

'i heard of a few new ones, and some nicer prizes this year!' yunho answered you. you could both see in his eyes and hear in his voice the excitement he had. he loved the games the most, both of them were competitive, but while wooyoung does anything in his power to get you something, yunho does his best to perfect the game, to truly beat it. as long as they didn't get too into it and get genuinely angry, you enjoyed watching them play the ones you couldn't or didn't want to play.

with that, the three of you fell into a comfortable quiet. speaking every now and then, catching up on a few things, but mostly enjoying the presence of each other and the quiet while you had it, it was going to be noisy and crowded at the amusement park.

when you arrived and parked wooyoung let you know he had pre ordered the tickets, and just needed to get the bracelet passes at the entrance. when you received them you realized they were the all access passes, they were really spoiling you today. the passes could let you jump some lines and some of the food stands you could get free snacks, and play some rounds of games for free.

'wooyoung you really didn't need to get these passes.' you whined halfheartedly to him as he attached the bracelet to your wrist, and giving the back of your hand a kiss.

'i said before, there's nothing too much for our princess,' he grabbed your face between his hands, squishing your cheeks, as he said the next part, 'and i better not hear any more complaints about this being too much.' he said half sternly, his face scrunched in mock anger.

'okay' your response muffled by his squishing, but he nodded and pecked your pursed lips in satisfaction that you got it.

he released your face, 'as long as i can spoil you back someday.'

he sighed as he took one of your hands, yunhos hand already interlaced with your other hand, and you began walking through the entrance of the park, 'you don't have to, we don't need it, just seeing you happy is enough for us. but i guess if you really wanna do something, if it'll make you happy, then sure.'

'yes it would.' you pouted back at him, 'i mean especially with what i have in mind.' you gave a sly smirk and raised an eyebrow.

'don't make promises you cant keep, sweetheart.' he bumped your hip with his own, playfully, but you bumped yunho unintentionally anyway.

'okay you two, lets behave ourselves, we're in public.' yunho scolded the both of you. he then led you to the closest ride, a simple teacup ride.

although it was a simple ride, the way the boys did it made it ten times more fun. you would sit between them and they would do the work of spinning the cup. with both of them spinning it, it went impossibly fast. you would be tossed up against one of them and laughing your head off, all of you laughing your asses off. woo would also sometimes try to change trajectory, making the dizziness worse.

by the time the ride stopped you couldn't breathe through your laughter. yunho had to help you stand and get down from the ride, the world was still spinning too much. once you were on solid ground he stood in front of you holding your arms as you continued to giggle and wobble. wooyoung had leaned himself against you, also still laughing and regaining his balance. somehow yunho still seemed stable, as he supported both of you, giggling and watching you both fondly.

if this was just the start of the day, you knew it would be an amazing day.

after many more rides and some other activities, it was soon lunch time and your bellies were letting you know.

'is anyone else as hungry as i am?' yunho asked the both of you. the three of you were sat on a bench, resting after a thrilling ride. yunhos arm was slung behind your shoulders, resting on the bench. wooyoung was on your other side, holding your hand and resting his head on your shoulder, and basically squishing you against yunho, even though there was more then enough room. you enjoyed it regardless, resting your cheek atop woos head.

'yes!' you both responded enthusiastically, though not moving.

'okay we should head to the restaurant now then.' yunho said as he moved his arm from the bench and went to stand.

'no wait!' wooyoung nearly shouted as he jumped up, jostling you over into a half stood yunho, who in turn caught you and stumbled back into the seat with you, 'oh, sorry, sorry baby,' woo rushed out, 'but you haven't ridden the coaster yet.' he stood with his hands on his hips.

'damn i thought he'd forget.' yunho half whispered to you.

'its okay,' you patted his thigh as you stood, 'okay wooyoung lets find a bathroom, then get it over with.'

once you were in line, the little bravery you had earlier was now just a memory. your heart was already pounding in your ears with anxiety. yunho had placed himself behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle and resting his chin on top of your head. he could feel you start to shake and he began rubbing your belly and sides in an attempt to calm and comfort you.

'you really don't have to do this, you know? we can gang up on woo and get out of it if we really tried.' he spoke into your hair, his lips pressing kisses into your crown. wooyoung was ahead of you, excited and talking to another patron about the ride. him and yunho had ridden it a few times in the past, and they enjoyed it, but you were never a fan of coasters.

'n-no, i w-want to at least t-try it once.' you stuttered out through a shaky breath.

'some things you don't need to try.' he insisted as he tightened his arms around you, squeezing you to help ground you. you took a few deep breaths, allowing yourself to feel yourself against yunho and take in his calming presence.

it was then that wooyoung turned back to you two.

'hey are you okay, doll?' he asked as he brought his hands up to your arms to gently rub them.

'y-yeah, i'm fine.' you said, silently cursing that your voice still wasn't steady.

'you don't look fine, and your shaking like a leaf. you don't have to go on the ride, baby, this is your day.' he began to step closer, to encase you between both men in a hug, but you placed your hands on his chest to stop him.

'no, i do want to try it, i just need to take a few more deep breaths and distract myself a little bit.' you insisted, as you stepped out of yunhos hold and took some deep, slow breaths. you closed your eyes to focus on just your breathing, and think of something else.

you took each of the boys hands in your own and asked, or really told, yunho, 'tell me more about the new games they got here. what will we play first when we come back?'

'well there's a new shooting game, they updated some ring toss ones, and there's a new duck pond type you might like.' he rambled off quickly, 'and the prizes, i saw some people online say there's some sanrio characters, and better quality in all prizes really.

'ohh really sanrio?!' that got your attention, it was one of your favourite things. the games were in a another part of the park, so you hadn't seen them nor any prizes, you were also to focused on your boys, you probably wouldn't have noticed anyway.

'yeah we'll get you every character they have!' wooyoung spoke up.

they were doing good at distracting you, before you knew it, it was your turn to get on the ride. luckily it was three seats per row, so you could be seated between your boys. you were also closer to the middle of the ride, which also helped ease your mind, even just the slightest. the operator showed you how to buckle in and brought the big latch down over your head. once you were all settled, both men grabbed one of your hands, you squeezed them tightly.

'its okay, baby, we got you.' yunho said, giving you a reassuring look.

'you might even enjoy it.' wooyoung chimed in, also giving you a hopeful look. excitement also laden across his features.

you took a few more deep breaths before the ride started. the latch locked into place and the tram started moving. you winced as it jolted forward, squeezing the mens hands tighter. yunho rubbed his thumb over your knuckles and woo gave a squeeze back. there was a long slow ascent that felt like it went on forever. when you reached the top of the first drop, you squeezed your eyes shut and took a deep breath. then you were dropping, and speeding along the rest of the ride. it was fast and had many ups and downs, and twists and turns, and some loops. by the end of it you had scrunched yourself up as much as the belt and latch would allow, you thought you might've broken one of the boys hands, and your voice was raw from screaming. you hated it.

once again yunho had to help you off the ride and to solid ground on your shaky legs. you had to take a seat and catch your breath. luckily there was a bench close by.

'are you okay, princess?' yunho asked, you still had a death grip on his forearm, but he didn't seem to mind.

'yeah, i'm never doing that again, but i'll be fine.' you said through your teeth, focusing on your breathing. inhale, exhale. inhale, exhale.

'thank you for trying it, babydoll.' wooyoung had knelt to his knees in front of you, rubbing his hands up your thighs and up and down your sides, breathing with you to help focus. 'i'm sorry i made you do it. this day was to make you happy.'

'no, i wouldn't do it if i didn't want to. i'm glad i tried it, even if it just further confirmed my hatred for coasters.' you said as you bumped your forehead against his, giving him a light smile as you felt yourself start to relax. you let go of yunhos arm and took his hand to examine it, there would be a light bruise, it was already red where your fingers were. you kissed along his fingers in apology. then took wooyoungs hand as well to do the same.

'okay, i think i'm ready to eat now.' you said, letting out a final deep breath, then interlocking your fingers with theirs gently.

'perfect lets go.' wooyoung exclaimed as he jumped up and tugged you and yunho along, back to the car.

'can i complain that this restaurant is ridiculous for the other activities we have done today?' you said to wooyoung over the menu. he said it was a nice place, but this was almost black tie worthy. there was almost nothing less then $30 on the menu, and the drinks menu had names you couldn't pronounce.

'we don't go to places like this often, its a treat for all of us!' wooyoung said excitedly, a little to loud for the quiet atmosphere.

'shhhh,' both you and yunho shushed him, 'and we're hardly dressed up enough for it either, i feel so out of place.'

'you belong as one of the statues they have here doll,' woo said, looking you up and down, referring to the immaculate marble carved statues that were placed around the space. you had to admit some were closer to your shape then what one might expect. 'and if you feel out of place now, how about if i said i wanted to take you back to one of the private bathrooms and fuck you stupid?' he leaned over to whisper in your ear, his hand finding the exposed flesh of your thigh and tantalizingly running his fingers up towards your center. you quickly swatted his hand away, and brought one of the cloth napkins to cover your lap. 'behave yourself jung wooyoung.' you whisper shouted.

a pout immediately found its place on his pretty lips, and yunho chuckled and ohhhhed. 'she full named you.' he continued to quietly giggle behind his hand.

'you be good to yunho.' you turned on him. 'lets act our age for a bit please.' you huffed and straightened yourself and continued to look at the menu.

'yes, noona.' they said in unison, and you had to bite back the laugh that threatened to burst out of you. luckily the waiter approached for your order at that time.

'are we ready to order?' he asked.

'not quite,' you answered, 'you two?' you asked the boys. wooyoung had a few questions and yunho wasn't ready yet either. as the waiter answered woos questions you noticed how he leaned towards him and made some flirtatious actions towards wooyoung.

when he left you spoke up, 'i think somebody likes you, woo.' you said in a singsong tone.

both men looked at you, equally confused. 'what?' wooyoung asked.

'the waiter,' you gestured in the direction he left, 'he was flirting with you.'

'what? no. really?!' he said, shocked. wooyoung was smart but sometimes a bit dense, he didn't realize some of his actions could be seen as flirting, nor does he really realize when someone else is flirting with him.

'yes, the way he leaned in.' you demonstrated, 'he was trying to get a sniff of you and trying to show off.' you turned to yunho, 'yuyu when he comes back you ask him something and see if he does it to you.'

'why are you getting me involved?' he said, still equally confused and exasperated.

'well i figure he must be gay so he definitely wouldn't do it to me.' you explained.

'you shouldn't assume baby.' woo pipped in.

'yes i know, sorry.' you apologized.

'even if he was flirting, did it make you jealous?' woo smirked as he leaned in and gave a suggestive look.

'no' you hesitated for a second but that was enough to make him pounce.

'you are jealous!' he exclaimed, thankfully in a quieter level this time.

'well i would be too, if i noticed, i mean i am now that i know.' yunho said.

'good.' woo said, flipping non existent hair over his shoulder.

both you and yunho sighed, knowing you shouldn't fuel his behavior. he'll continue to overexaggerate any flirting and sexy actions just to get the both of you mad, just so you'd take it out on him later, in the bedroom. the little brat.

you turned back to the menu to actually pick something. though you were uncomfortable with the prestige-ness of the place, and the prices of the menu items, you decided the boys were right, you deserved this treat. you all did. so after discussing with them, you all decided on three courses each, you would share most of it all anyway, and waited for the waiter to return.

when he did, you noticed the lightness in his step, excited to see wooyoung. you smirked and elbowed yunho, gesturing for him to watch.

he was professional and friendly enough as he took your orders, but there were just a few little gestures and a different pitch to his voice when he talked with wooyoung. you noticed how yunho had to bite back a laugh as he noticed this as well. when your order was taken and he had walked off, yunho finally let out his laugh, still trying to keep quite, muffling it with his hand.

'wow, he really was flirting with you.' he said when he composed himself.

'see,' you said, 'our wooyoungie is just too irresistible.'

'yea, we should leave him at home, keep him hidden away.' yunho said jokingly. and you nodded in agreement.

'noooo, baaaabbeeesss, its not my fault.' woo whined dramatically, a devastating pout and shiny puppy eyes gracing his feature, 'i'm not trying to flirt or lead him on. i only have eyes for you two! you know that! i love you, both, so much.'

you couldn't resist how cute he was and began to coo at him, and scratched under his chin, like a cat. then grabbed his chin to bring him in for a kiss. he smiled against your lips and tried to deepen the kiss. as much as you wanted to continue to kiss him, you had to push him away, but not before a few more pecks.

'we love you too, youngie.' you said, running your fingers through his hair to then rest your palm against his cheek. he nuzzled into your warm hand, beaming at you.

'we love you so much,' yunho also said, he reached across your lap to take wooyoungs hand, resting in your lap, as he ran his thumb over woos knuckles, 'we're just teasing.'

'i know.' woo said as he brought yunhos hand to his lips. yunho was more shy about pda, so a blush quickly creeped up his neck as he took his hand back. wooyoung just beamed at him, finding the other boy so endearing.

you all settled into some more normal conversation, catching up some more on each others lives. some projects and stories from work. new interests you may have found, anything and everything. quality time really was your top love language, you felt so full of love and fulfilled, happy and relaxed.

time flew, and your meals were coming out. you gawked at how lovely and exquisite your meals looked. you almost felt like you couldn't eat it. you gave wooyoung a pointed look, while he just casually popped the first peace of meat in his mouth, smiling widely while chewing, humming in delight.

you all began eating and fell quiet. enjoying the food and your time together. you were finished before you knew it and your plates taken away, quickly followed by dessert. it was just as lovely and delicious.

when the waiter came to give you the bill, wooyoung quickly took the booklet and told you and yunho to go out in the car, he'll take care of the bill.

'youngie, baby, at least let me see it.' you whined to him. you couldn't help to notice the cringe look on the waiters face.

'no, i said no more complaining.' he said half sternly, patting your hip to get a move on, 'i'm paying and you can't do anything about it, baby doll!'

you huffed dramatically, but stood up to leave, 'alright, be quick.' and you don't know what came over you but you leaned down and grabbed his face to kiss him deeply. he didn't understand where this came from either but smiled into the kiss nonetheless.

when you straightened up, the look of shock and disgust on the waiters face was priceless. you bit back a smirk and grew even bolder, taking yunhos hand in yours you said, 'lets go baby.' and started walking out.

when you were outside yunho asked, 'what was that about?' he had a small smile on his lips but still a little shocked by your behaviour.

'did you see the waiters face? he was disgusted that i kissed wooyoung, and not in a normal way, in the way that he couldn't believe woo, and you, are with someone like me.' you said, smiling triumphantly remembering his face.

'what?' he questioned. he understood your insecurities around your body and understood, through you explaining to them, how others perceive you, especially next to them and with them.

before you could answer him, wooyoung was storming towards you two, clearly mad. he curtly asked yunho for the keys to the car, he hesitated for a moment but did eventually hand them over, seeing the other man seething. woo roughly opened the drivers door and said. 'get in.' you and yunho looked at each other confused but quickly got in the car to not anger him more.

'what happened?' you asked when you were seated.

'nothing.' he nearly growled as he threw the car in drive and half hazardly left the parking lot.

'whoa, wooyoung,' you exclaimed as you were thrown against the door by the rough turn he took, 'calm down, please. pull over and tell us what happened?'

'its not worth repeating the filth he said.' he said in a low rumble, through clenched teeth.

'can you at least pull over to calm down a bit?' yunho asked from the backseat, concern laced his voice.

wooyoung didn't answer but did find another parking lot to pull into. it was luckily half empty, because he might have hit something if there was. he parked, taking up a few spaces, and let out a deep breath. his hands were still holding the steering wheel in a death grip, knuckles white.

you and yunho just waited with bated breath for him to say anything. he was panting but now through some deep breaths began to calm down and even out his breathing.

'we're never going back to that goddamn place.' wooyoung finally broke the silence. even though he had calmed down some, his words still held venom.

'we don't have to.' you said evenly, you wanted to reach out and touch him, give him some comfort but it wasn't the right time yet.

after a few more moments of tense silence he spoke again, 'i wont repeat what he said but he insulted our y/n.' he finally confessed what had angered him so much.

you saw yunhos confused face and him about to ask who, but you realized who and mouthed 'waiter' at him. he made an o with his lips then asked, 'why would he say something?'

reluctantly woo answered, 'he said he was going to ask for my number but..' he trailed off, hitting the steering wheel, most likely remembering whatever the waiter said.

'whatever he said, it doesn't matter. i have you and yunho, i know you two love me, nothings going to change that.' you said firmly, trying to comfort him.

'no!' he turned on you then, 'those filthy words should never come from anyone's mouth about anyone, how could someone say that about someone just because of their size or how they look.' his voice started quivering and you could see tears well up in his eyes, 'you've told us of things people have said to you, but we've never heard them before. this dirtbag said something so horrible about my partner to my face. i cant imagine the things that have been said to your face and how that feels. i'm so sorry baby, i'm sorry the world is so cruel.' the tears were now streaming down his face, and he had grabbed your hands in his.

you were used to the things people would say about your plus size figure, so you could only imagine what the waiter had said. but you had learned that someone like that, their opinion didn't matter, so you didn't let it get to your head as often anymore. and you had tried to convey all this to the boys in the past, they had gotten it to an extent, but really if you don't experience something, you cant really truly understand it.

'it's okay wooyoungie.' you said calmly, squeezing his hands in reassurance, 'i know its upsetting, but its okay, i've learned how to deal with it and it doesn't affect me anymore. please forget about it, and don't let that ruin the day.' you reached up to wipe away the still flowing tears. 'my precious kitten, don't cry anymore please.'

he leaned into your touch, trying his best to still his tears, 'i know, my love, i know. but its hard to forget when its the first time something like that has been said to my face. its so horrible.'

you nodded in understanding, then leaned over the center console to kiss him. you started with a soft, hopefully reassuring, kiss, but he quickly deepened it, trying to escalate it. he brought his hands up to your face to bring you closer. he eventually moved from your lips to kiss all over your face, and you began to giggle at the ticklish feeling of his lips on your skin and at how cute and endearing he was.

he leaned over even closer and whispered in your ear, 'i would take you right here and now, if you'd let me. show you how beautiful and sexy i think you are.'

before you could tell him you already knew how he saw you yunho pipped up, or more like choked out, 'you could.'

you both looked at the tall man sitting in the back seat, his face was flushed and he had an obvious tent growing in his pants.

'no, we have other things to do today. we can fuck later tonight, at home.' you told the two, now lust filled boys.

'we can pull behind this building and woo can eat you out.' yunho suggested.

'n-'

'yea, yea, lets do that,' woo spoke over your protest. already trying to get you in the backseat, while yunho got out to get in the drivers seat.

'no, but what about you two?' you tried, already knowing their answer, as you got into the back seat, wooyoung following, settling onto the floor in front of you.

'no we'll be fine, princess. especially today, its all about you.' yunho answered, already driving the car to hide it behind the building.

wooyoung now in position between your legs, moved your dress out of the way and began rubbing his hands up your thighs. he licked his lips as his eyes never left your clothed core.

'wait, wait, is there at least a towel in here?' you asked before he could really dive in.

he looked around and into the seat pocket and found the clean, small towel you kept in the car for occasions like this. you lifted your hips to allow woo to place the towel under your ass, and moving your dress further up out of the way.

once you were settled, he promptly threw your legs over his shoulders and began to kiss up your thighs. he licked and left love bites along the way as well. as woo was working up to your now soaked core, you made eye contact with yunho in the sun visor mirror, he had also positioned the rearview mirror to watch wooyoung work. he had pulled out his hard on and was lazily stroking it, your mouth watered at the sight.

wooyoung had finally reached your core and began kissing over your soaked panties. you moaned as his nose just barely brushed your clit, and you felt him smile against you.

'don't tease, baby, we have to be quick.' you whined out, resisting the urge to grab his hair and push him into your cunt, you didn't want anymore signs of your scandalous activities. you found one of his hands to lock fingers with.

he smirked up at you, before using his free hand to push your panties aside and plunge a finger into your heat. you let out a low moan at the feeling, and rolled your hips to get more friction. he laughed before dipping down to take your clit between his lips, giving it a harsh suck.

'ooohhhhhh, youngieee.' you nearly squealed out, nearly coming on the spot. from the front seat, yunho let out his own moan, the grip on his cock tightening, the red tip leaking. your mouth watered even more.

you continued to let out breathy moans and high whines, as wooyoung continued to work over your sensitive bud. he soon added another finger, now curling them in that delicious way that made you see stars. you let your legs fall open further, letting him have more access. his ministrations began to speed up as your moans got higher and more frequent. he could feel your cunt squeeze his fingers, a tell that you were close. he began to moan into you and sped up his movements. a few more flicks of his tongue and curls of his fingers, white hot pleasure tore through you as you gushed all over his face. he happily lapped up all your juices while helping you ride out your high. soon enough though you became too sensitive and tried to push his head away. he licked up your folds a few more times before he leaned away, moving your panties back in place, and licking his lips and cleaning off his fingers.

'young-ah.' yunho panted from the drivers seat. he was still stroking himself and clearly very close. wooyoung quickly jumped into the passenger seat and took yunho into his mouth. only a few deep bobs of his head and yunho was groaning the way he does when he cums. woo kept bobbing and sucking, making sure he got every drop.

'thank you.' yunho said, still breathless, when woo came up. he smirked as he wiped his chin of any remaining fluids, then leaned in to kiss yunho.

you bit your lip and clenched your thighs together as you watched your boyfriends make out. wooyoung slightly pulled away for a moment to place his fingers that had been inside of you, into yunhos awaiting mouth. he eagerly sucked on woos fingers, tasting you and moaning as his eyes rolled back and he closed them. woo chuckled as he began to kiss along yuns jaw and down his long beautiful neck. you whined at the lack of attention you were getting. you loved watching them play with each other, but you were normally all closer and touching, and frankly you were just being a little selfish and just wanted them to be all over you.

'ohh my pretty princess, you taste so good.' yunho breathed out

'c'mere then.' you said, lust still heavy in your voice.

he leaned the seat back and turned as much as he could, you leaned forward to grab his face and kiss him. you slightly tasted yourself and his own release on his lips, transferred from woos lips. you lathed your tongue against his to get more of the taste, you loved when your releases were mixed together on your tongues. you continued to make out until he pulled away groaning at wooyoung trying to put him back in his pants.

'lets get back to the park.' woo said when he was done. he grabbed the baby wipes from the glove compartment, then got out to get in the backseat to clean you up.

'we could just go back to the apartment,' you said, mind still a bit hazy from your high, when he was seated next to you, you grabbed his face to kiss along his jaw and down his neck, he smiled at your antics as he cleaned between your thighs, 'we had fun at the park, now i just want my boys.' you breathed out as he kissed down your thighs and straightened out your dress.

'sorry baby, we have plenty of time the rest of the week.' he said as he sat up to capture your lips in a heated kiss.

he broke the kiss sooner then you'd like, 'how am i supposed to wait when you do that, youngie.' you whined, trying to chase his lips but he just turned his head, so you kissed his cheek.

'don't you want some of those sanrio prizes?' he asked sweetly, but his hand was rubbing up and down your exposed thigh, squeezing and kneading the sensitive flesh, tantalizingly close to where you wanted him most.

you let out an annoyed groan, pushing his hand away and crossing your arms across your chest, 'fine, but not too long, please. i really want the both of you now, you've got me all worked up.'

yunho groaned in the front seat, still watching you, his eyes boring holes in the mirror where he could see your plump chest pushed up further by your arms and jiggling when you huffed.

'just a few games, princess and we'll take you home and do whatever you want for the rest of the night.' he said, biting his lip and starting the car.

you smirked at him through the mirror, noticing where his eyes were watching. you just crossed your arms tighter.

'don't be a tease.' woo said, watching the both of you. he brought your legs across his lap, and pulled you closer to his side, his hand wide on your ass.

'what? like you.' you said in a sultry, teasing tone, leaning in to pretend to nip at his nose. he just smirked and nipped back at you.

you both just giggled at each other and you leaned into him, burying your face in his neck. yunho smiled fondly at the both of you through the mirror.

soon though you were back at the park. you let out a deep sigh against wooyoungs neck, and he chuckled as he kissed along your face. yunho opened the door for you two to get out. woo got out while carrying you bridal style. when you were out you told him to put you down, but he refused.

'you cant carry me the rest of the day.' you insisted, lightly smacking his chest.

'i would if you let me.' he said, finally letting you down while kissing along your jaw till he met your lips, and he pressed a long kiss to them.

yunho came up behind you to hug the both of you into your favorite hug sandwich. you leaned your head back to kiss yunho, and he gladly leaned down to kiss you. the three of you stood there for a moment, taking in the warmth of each other and happy to be holding each other.

woo pressed a kiss to the side of your head before he spoke, 'lets go, my loves.' he reached above your head to give yunho a kiss as well.

you broke apart to walk into the park, and you took one of their hands each in yours, locking your fingers and bringing them to your lips to place a kiss to them.

you went through a few games, the boys won something from each one. they got you a giant plush of your favorite sanrio character, and you participated in a few games, but mostly just watched them play. you loved just watching them sometimes. because of how they had gotten you worked up in the car, you did your best to tease them and get them to want to go home. and your obvious actions worked. you were heading home far sooner then wooyoung had planned, but none of you were complaining.

you stumbled into your apartment, attached to wooyoung, fervent kisses and frantic touches and trying to undress each other.

yunho was following, making sure to lock the door. he also began loosing clothes on the way to the bedroom.

you tried pushing wooyoung away for a moment. 'youngie, hang on,' he was still working his mouth along your neck, sloppily leaving love marks, 'why don't you and yuyu get the bed ready and i get ready in the bathroom,' you panted out, he finally brought his face up to yours, still close enough to brush his lips against yours, 'you two be ready with those beautiful cocks out for me, yeah, baby?'

both boys let out strained moans. you managed to get out of woos hold, and as you passed yunho to your bedroom, you traced your fingers along the band of his exposed underwear. he shivered and groaned as he followed you.

you quickly went to the bathroom and prepared yourself for your boys. you then stepped out into the bedroom in just your thong. you raised your hands to hold the doorway and brought one knee to bend over the other, trying to make a sexy pose. you took in the beautiful sight of your boys spread side by side on the bed waiting, stroking each other. all three of you let out moans at the sight of one another.

yunho crawls down the bed while making a come hither motion, you oblige, and walk over, slowly and sultry.

'i know just what to do with you like this.' he says once you meet him at the edge of the bed. he brought his hands to your hips, teasing his fingers along your panties.

you didn't get a chance to kiss or even touch him, before he threw you up onto the bed, then dragged your hips up and back so you were on all fours. he stood behind you and roughly trust his cock against your ass, a guttural groan in his throat. yunho was such a sweet puppy the rest of the time, but when he let himself go, let himself go to his lust and primal urges, he became feral. you loved to see the turn in nature, and loved to be manhandled by him.

'teasing us all day with that dress and this damn thong!' he growled out, 'which we could see through the dress by the way, dirty girl.'

you moaned at his words, pushing your ass back against his leaking cock. he grunted and twitched away. then he brought a hand to your core, pushing the offending material aside and quickly plunging in two fingers. you squealed and tried to move your hips away but his hold on you only tightened. he brought you flush against him, his cock nestled in between your plush ass cheeks. he began to roughly work you open with his fingers, too desperate to prep you properly.

a few more rough thrusts of his fingers he pulled his hand away to take his cock and line himself up to your hole. he rested the tip there for a moment, he then took the string of thong from between your cheeks, pulled it far and let it go to snap against your cheek. at the same time he thrust in most of the way, causing you to cry out in both pain and pleasure, tears brimming your eyes.

'yunho, too much.' you whine, still trying to wiggle out of his strong grasp.

'you wanted us to fuck you, didn't you, pretty?' he said, your sweet boyfriend long gone, lost to his own lust and need. though he was still, giving you a moment to breathe.

'yes, but i normally take youngie first, your too big yunnie.' you whined, but also began to slowly move yourself back onto him. he met your movements and pushed in slowly. he chuckled lowly at your actions that opposed your words.

'just keep breathing, baby' he reminded you as he squeezed and groped your plush ass.

he let out continuous groans and moans as he watched himself sink further into your warmth. once he was fully sheathed he let out a satisfied sigh.

'fuck,' you moaned out, 'your so deep, baby. i love how you fill me up so well.'

'yea,' he breathed out as he slowly started to pull out again, 'you like being fucked stupid on my big dick? just being a cum dump for the two of us?'

you could only nod and whine in response, as the delicious feeling of him stroking your walls was all you could think about.

wooyoung had been watching the two of you, enjoying the show yunho was putting on, slowly stroking himself lazily. you watched him through bleary eyes. you tried to reach out to take his pretty cock in your hand but he didn't let you, instead pulling you forward a bit to deepen your arch.

you moaned as you felt the head of yunhos cock tug at your entrance. you tried to push back on him to push him back in, but yunhos hold on you was too strong, which equally frustrated you and turned you on.

'c'mon yuyu,' you said in a teasing tone, 'you said you'd fuck me stupid, but here i am still making full sentences.'

he let out a low chuckle, which just went straight to your core, and said, 'be careful what you ask for, pretty princess.'

then he slammed into you, making your ass jiggle just how he liked, and he began to set an unrelenting pace. more tears formed in your eyes, but from overwhelming pleasure. every punishing stroke sent more and more pleasure running through you. he hit a sweet spot deep inside you with every thrust. you were gushing and getting closer to release by the second. the sounds of your combined moaning and the slapping of skin was absolutely pornagraphic, and you loved every second of it. just a few more deep and hard thrusts and you were cumming and screaming, your release flooding yunhos thighs as his release filled you. he continued to lazily thrust to help you through your high, but soon stilled inside you. you both stayed like that as you tried to catch your breaths, panting and humming in satisfaction.

he gave your ass another firm squeeze before slowly pulling out of you. you whined at the loss of the full feeling he provided, but then felt him tug your underwear down and off of you. he had gently eased you down so you were now lying on your stomach, still a bit hazy and happy. he lay down next to you, admiring your fucked out face.

you were so out of it, you didn't notice wooyoung moving until he was turning you over and pulling your legs over his shoulders and kissing up your thighs messily. you let out a strangled whine when his mouth latches onto your core. he sucked your over sensitive bud between his lips, his tongue poking out to also prod and stimulate you.

'youngie please,' your voice cracked, and tears fell from your eyes, 'i'm too sensitive.'

you tried to push his head away helplessly but he just shoved his face in deeper and held on tighter. yunho took your hands and pinned them above your head in just one of his large hands. he shot you a teasing smile before dipping his head to attach his mouth to your breast. you involuntarily arched into him and let out another pained whine.

wooyoung had taken the slightest pity on you and detached from your clit, only to plunge his tongue into your dripping hole. he moaned as he greedily lapped up yours and yunhos combined releases. he spread your legs wider to get more access, doing his best to get impossibly deeper and drink up all your juices. yunho, still suckling your breasts, helped spread you by pulling one leg up and across his lap. you felt his hard cock against your thigh and felt him begin to lazily hump you, as he moaned against your skin.

now with more access to you, wooyoung slightly pulled away, panting against your soaked folds, sending a shiver through you. he quickly replaced his tongue with two of his fingers. dissatisfied with the lack of squeeze you gave them, due to you having been stretched already by yunho, he added a third, and began curling them and rubbing that sweet, spongy spot that got your moans climbing higher. he groaned before taking your clit between his lips again. he continued his delicious ministrations, and with yunhos lips and body against you, the knot below your tummy was close to snapping. woo gently grazed his teeth against your swollen bud and gave a harsh suck and you were seeing stars. white hot pleasure rushed through you, lighting up every nerve, and your body began to tremble. you were gushing all over wooyoungs face but he just happily lapped up every drop. he continued his movements to help you ride out your high, but thankfully slowed as well, until he was just lazily lapping at your folds.

yunho had pressed his head into your chest, grunting, moaning and panting in desperation, as his hips erratically humped your thigh until he came all over your leg and tummy. his grip on your hands and leg loosened as he slumped against you. his face still pressed between your boobs, one of his favorite places to be, a satisfied smile on his pretty lips. he brought his arms to hug around you, and moved to cuddle into your side, spent and happy.

wooyoung hadn't come yet though, so he had begun to lick up yunhos cum off your skin. up your leg and tummy. he also kissed up your tummy, nipping and leaving love marks on your skin. no one enjoyed your plush belly more then wooyoung.

'm sorry, baby,' he mumbled against your skin, just before plunging his hard and aching cock into your warm hole.

you whined as he seated himself balls deep. he didn't reach as far as yunho, but he was slightly thicker and he had more veins which gave him a delicious texture that had your walls quivering with every drag.

'i understand baby, its okay,' you reassured him.

he got a firm grip on your hips, your flesh spilling between his fingers, which he couldn't get enough of, and raised them enough to get a good angle before he began to slowly pull out and thrust back in. he set a slow and steady pace, both due to his lack of energy and to try to not overstimulate you too much. he let out whines and high moans, music to your ears, as his forehead pressed into the top of your belly. you could feel how he tried his best to keep a gentle slow pace, so you tapped the side of his head. when he looked up at you, eyes glossy, you nodded to him to let him know he could go the pace he wanted. he let out a sound as if asking for confirmation, and you nod again and cup his cheek in your hand. as he nuzzles into your touch and closes his eyes, he picks up his pace. more whines and moans begin falling from his beautiful, swollen lips. soon his movements became sloppy and he was filling your cunt with his warm release. his face twisted in pure bliss, lips forming a silent o. the feeling of him filling you and the look of his beautiful o face made another orgasam crash into you, and you cried out with the unexpected high. both boys quickly turned their heads to you with a surprised but satisfied look.

wooyoungs hips slowed and soon stilled, still deep inside you. before his knees could give out on him, woo hastily moved you up the bed, doing his best to stay in you, just enough so he could climb on top of you, placing himself so he was facing yunho on your chest. yunho wrapped his arm around woo and pulled you both tight together and against him.

the three of you stayed like that for some time, basking in the after glow of your highs and each others touch and presence. wooyoung mindlessly tracing patterns in your skin, yunhos face pressed into the juncture of your neck, all of your breaths slowly evening.

eventually though all the fluids began to dry and become uncomfortable on our skin. it must've felt uncomfortable to yunho too because he was the first one to speak and move.

'should i get a bath ready?' he whispered into your skin.

you answered as you let out a deep sigh, 'if you can, that would be lovely, baby, thank you.'

'wait,' woo exclaimed as he sat up, 'i want both of us in her pretty pussy, she's stretched enough. lets clean up quickly in the shower then do that, please!' he pleaded, shiny puppy eyes and a pretty pout graced his features. you dont know where this sudden burst of energy came from, as he had seemed like he was about to fall asleep not a minute ago.

'she already came three times, four counting the car earlier, she's probably tired, woo, we have all week for more fun.' yunho spoke up, propping himself up on his elbow.

'thank you for your concern yuyu, but i'd like to do it. i was hoping for that anyway, you know its one of my favorite positions.' you reassured him, as you rubbed his arm, 'i'm a little tired but a quick wash and i'll be good to go.'

he contemplated for a another moment, looking between you and wooyoung, before he relented, 'okay, lets go wash up.'

wooyoung jumped up off the bed and ran to the bathroom excitedly to start the shower. yunho moved to lift you and carry you to the shower. you gladly allowed him, clinging to him like a koala, him your tall strong tree. as you held onto him with your arms around his broad shoulders, you kissed along his pretty neck and along his jaw. he giggled at your actions as he entered the shower. wooyoung came up behind you and grabbed your ass right away.

'ya, young-ah, is that any way to greet me?' you say in a joking mad tone.

he just gives you a cheeky smile and squeezes your ass more while stepping closer, 'when its presented to prettily for me, how can i not?'

you just rolled your eyes as you turned your face back to yunho, capturing his lips in a deep kiss. woo continued to massage your supple flesh as you made out with yunho. woo groaned out as he admired your ass, and you and yunho moaned into each others mouths. it continued to get hotter and steamy in the small space, warm water running over your bodies. you hadn't noticed where wooyoungs hands had traveled until you felt two wet fingers poke and prod at your used hole.

you broke apart from yunho, 'ahh youngie, not here.' you whined against yunhos shoulder.

'what? i'm just cleaning you up.' he said innocently.

yunho shifted and adjusted you to give woo more access to you. you whined again but arched into woos touch as he plunged his fingers in deeper. you knew what he was doing, he was working you open, prepping you for taking both of them, which you appreciated but if he kept up his delicious ministrations you might cum right here, right now and if you did, you didn't know if you could again when they did get inside you.

'ahh woo, that's enough now,' you moaned out, trying to push him away. he gave a few more teasing pumps before pulling his fingers out. you let out a final shaky breath.

you attempted to get out of yunhos arms, but he just held you tighter.

'i'm not letting you out of arms anytime soon, princess.' he smirked before kissing your frustrated expression off your face.

and before you could verbally protest that you needed to properly clean up, wooyoung reached around your belly, between you and yunho, with a soapy cloth to wash away any remaining bodily fluids. you sighed as you let the two of them take care of you. with yunho holding you and moving you to let wooyoung clean you and yunho, then woo quickly whipping himself down, you were soon out of the shower. in the same way, woo toweled you all down before leading you to the bed once again.

yunho got into the middle of the bed and lay down with you on top of him, 'your sure your up for more?' he asked, still concerned.

'yes, you two do all the work anyway.' you answered him with a smile and kissed his soft lips.

he broke the kiss with a sharp gasp. wooyoung, who was behind you and between yunhos legs, had taken some lube and started pumping yunho. when you saw this over your shoulder, and woos satisfied smile at yunhos reactions, you decided to help work him up. you began to kiss and suck down yunhos neck. because you didn't have any other commitments the next few days, you didn't hesitate to leave deep purple marks along his beautiful neck. he continued to groan and his breathing quickened. his hands roaming and groping at your body.

you then let out a gasp and a high pitch whine as you felt wooyoung insert yunho into you. both you and yunho moved in tandem to sheath him fully inside you. both your hips began to move on their own, as you moaned out in pleasure. you could hear wooyoung get some more lube and pump himself as he watched you suck in yunho. he groaned at the sight, a beautiful thing to behold and he could watch it forever. but he knew you wanted both of them as much as he did, so he brought one hand to your ass to still your movements. you whined in protest, which soon turned into a moan as woo teased his tip along your entrance, nudging up against yunho.

'fuck your still so tight, doll.' a guttural groan emanated from his chest and it made you squeeze around yunho, causing him to also groan. 'c'mon baby don't do that, you gotta relax and let me in.'

''m sorry, you sound s'good.' you slurred out, already lost to the pleasure.

woo continued to prod with his tip as he gently pulled yunho out, trying to find some space to slip in. yunho began rubbing your sides, relaxing you, and kissing where he could reach along your face. you widened your legs to help and woo was able to slide in. it burned for a second before melting to mind numbing pleasure as they both moved inside you. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as they set a steady pace. both of them were gripping you and couldn't get enough of touching you. all of you were moaning and panting, moving mindlessly to chase your highs.

'cum for us, baby doll.' wooyoung panted out, he was slowly losing his rhythm, 'milk us dry with that pretty lil' cunt.'

you squeezed around the both of them and moaned at his words. with the way the both of them moved you and your clit rubbing against yunhos abdomen, your moans quickly began to go up in pitch. you gripped yunhos arms as you screamed into his neck. the knot below your belly snapped before you could really realize it was there. you gushed around the both of them as electric pleasure coursed through you. you had squirt, that and how good the orgasm was, was the best you had in a long time. yunho came deep inside you with a deep groan you could feel all through you as you lay on his chest. woo was not far behind with a high moan, and he watched as he slowly pumped in and out to get the fluids to leak out and drip down his and yunhos shafts. he could do that forever but he stopped at both yours and yunhos whines of protest from over stimulation.

wooyoung stopped but stayed seated inside you. he leaned down to kiss along your back. 'was it good baby?' he asked against the side of your head.

both you and yunho answered with an affirmative hum. the three of you paused a moment before bursting into giggles. which didn't last long, as your laughter squeezed the men that were still inside you. they groaned and hissed a little at the sensitivity and gently pulled out. you whined at the loss, but woo groaned again watching your used and spent hole squeeze and flutter, dripping out more of the combined release. he dove down to lick up your folds, happily lapping at the sweet juices.

you whined, far too sensitive, 'no, woo, no, i cant.' you tried to push him away, 'm too sensitive, i cant.'

'please, mommy, please one more.' he whined into your cunt.

he didn't listen and just laid down between yunhos legs and pulled you down to sit on his face. he continued to lap and eat you like a starved animal. you didn't have the energy to fight him, so just allowed him his joy, as tears started to form in your eyes. you also didn't have the energy to move from yunho, so you just cried against his abdomen. he gently rubbed you arms as you gripped what you could of his.

you were so over stimulated but that familiar knot began to form once again. woo continued to suck your clit, lick and prod your hole, lapping up all the release he could gather. along with the stimulation of you clit against his nose when he was laving your hole, he slowly and expertly brought you to a gentle, final high. though you had tears streaming down your face, you chanted out yes's and thank yous with a smile on your face. it was a gentle and warm orgasm that melted you further into both men.

wooyoung continued slowly lapping up your remaining juices then gently kissed your lower lips and thighs, then moved you so he has smothered by your belly, his arms wrapped around your thighs and hands resting on your hips. you felt his satisfied smile but you were still concerned about actually smothering him.

'woo, love, your gonna suffocate.' you barely had the energy to get the words out.

'and i'd die happy.' he said, muffled by your plush.

'but i wouldn't be.' you said, giving yunho a look to help you.

he moved to help lift you away from woo but he just held on. he wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed his face further into your belly. so yunho just helped you lay on your back, as woo continued to nuzzle you. you sighed at his antics but began running your fingers though his hair, and he practically started purring. yunho chuckled at him, then leaned down to give you a quick kiss. he also kissed wooyoungs head before getting up to start a bath.

'you cant stay there forever.' you sighed out a moment later when yunho returned to gather you into the bath.

'yes i can.' he sounded like a whiny kid, still muffled by you. holding you even tighter, and letting out a defiant grunt.

'be good now, please baby. we need to get fully cleaned up and go to bed. aren't you tired youngie?' you asked.

'yea, so lets just sleep now.' he whined again.

'c'mon woo, you know what she did last time you didn't listen.' yunho said.

that got his attention, as he soon moved while still grumbling, picking you up to carry you to the bathroom, face still buried in your neck. yunho had to guide him so he wouldn't trip or bump into anything. when you were in the bathroom, yunho turned off the hot water, then got in himself and guided woo to step in. while the boys didn't particularly enjoy how hot you liked the water, they did it for you. yunho sat back as woo sat you and himself between yunhos legs, still clinging to you tightly. after some adjusting you were comfortably in yunhos embrace, his long limbs encircling both of you, with wooyoung half on his side against your chest, nuzzling as much as he could, hands still holding as much of your plush flesh as he could. one of your hands calmly rubbed his back as the other played with his hair. all of you let out satisfied, relaxed sighs as you melted into the warmth of the water. you spent a long time in the bath, soaking in each others presence and letting your toes get pruney.

once the water got cold, you all got out to properly wash off and get ready for bed. you all gently washed each other, marveling at all the marks you left on each other. giggling and quietly remembering the wonderful, fun filled day. these moments were just as precious. you were so grateful to have two people who loved you so deeply and dearly. you all quickly dried off and got dressed for bed. you had to change the sheets but that went quick and smoothly with the three of you. and soon enough you were under fresh blankets, between your two warm lovers. you softly drifted into a calm sleep as you were held by their arms, and happy smiles on all your faces.

[pankowcrumbs]

Mine X Will Poulter

MasterList

Will Poulter Masterlist

When I signed on for this rom-com, I knew what I was getting into.

Playing the lead meant plenty of long filming days, cringey meet-cutes, cheesy speeches, and of course kissing scenes. It was all part of the job. Nothing new.

Luke Newton, my co-star and on-screen love interest, was exactly what you'd expect in a rom-com hero handsome, charming, annoyingly good at being effortlessly sweet on camera.

We’d spent weeks filming together, slipping easily into character. Laughing, flirting, stealing kisses under twinkling fairy lights or in the rain.

All for the cameras, I kept reminding myself.

Off-camera, it stayed professional. Mostly.

Luke could be... friendly. His hands lingered a bit longer than necessary after takes. His eyes, still soft and melting when the director called cut.

I brushed it off. Luke was a flirt, plain and simple.

Besides I had Will.

Will Poulter my boyfriend, my best friend, the man who grounded me when everything else felt insane. He was calm. Thoughtful. Always made me feel like the most important person in any room.

He trusted me, and I trusted him.

Or at least... I thought we did.

It was a Friday when Will came to visit the set.

I hadn’t seen him in nearly a week he’d been filming up north and my heart practically burst with excitement when I spotted him lingering by the monitors, wearing that stupidly gorgeous smile of his.

I darted over, grinning.

"Hey, stranger," I said, wrapping my arms round his neck.

He hugged me tight, his nose brushing my temple. "Missed you, gorgeous."

God, I missed him too.

I barely had a second to breathe him in before the assistant director shouted for places.

Luke was already waiting on set a dreamy little park bench set-up under a string of fairy lights grinning when he saw me approach.

"You ready to fall madly in love with me?" he teased.

I laughed, rolling my eyes. "Always, darling."

Luke chuckled, taking my hand, guiding me into position.

I caught Will's gaze across the room warm, easy and gave him a tiny wink.

It’s just acting.

The scene was... intimate.

A slow build Luke’s character confessing his feelings, me getting overwhelmed, and him finally cupping my face and kissing me.

Soft. Tender. Passionate.

We'd rehearsed it a dozen times.

I thought nothing of it as Luke’s hand found my waist, tugging me a little closer, his thumb brushing lazy circles over my hipbone. Thought nothing of it as his lips found mine, slow and careful at first, then deeper as the scene demanded.

Thought nothing of the way his fingers slid up my spine, holding me there, even after the director called cut.

It wasn’t until I pulled back slightly breathless, cheeks flushed and glanced towards the monitors that I noticed it.

Will’s expression.

Gone was the easy, relaxed look he always wore.

Instead, his jaw was tight. His arms crossed over his chest. His foot tapping a furious rhythm on the floor.

Something in my stomach twisted.

I barely had a moment to process it before we were resetting for another take.

More kisses. More lingering touches.

And each time, I felt Will’s eyes burning into me.

The car ride home was... silent.

Uncomfortably so.

Will’s hands gripped the steering wheel tight, his knuckles white. His jaw was clenched. His mouth a grim, thin line.

I fiddled nervously with the hem of my jacket, biting my lip.

"Will?" I said softly, after about ten minutes of heavy silence. "What's wrong?"

His fingers tightened on the wheel.

He didn’t answer straight away.

Then, low and raw, he muttered:

"I can’t stand the sight of him touching you. It drives me mad."

I blinked, startled.

"Will, it’s just acting," I said quickly. "You know that."

He shook his head, laughing bitterly. "It’s not just acting. Not with him."

"What are you talking about?"

He finally glanced at me and the look in his eyes knocked the air out of my lungs.

Anger, yes. But also hurt. Jealousy. Desperation.

"I’m an actor too, Y/N," he said, voice low and rough. "I know what acting looks like. And that" He gestured back towards the set. "that wasn’t just acting."

I stared at him, heart pounding.

"Will, Luke’s just... he’s flirty. That’s just how he is."

"It’s not just flirting," Will snapped, sharper than I’d ever heard him. "The way he looks at you when the cameras aren’t rolling. The way he touches you when he doesn’t have to."

He shook his head, exhaling hard.

"No one should touch you like that but me."

The car filled with silence again.

Heavy. Tangled. Electric.

I didn’t know what to say.

Will was always so calm. So steady.

Seeing him like this furious, possessive was... shocking. But also, god help me, a little thrilling.

He cared. He cared so much he was burning with it.

I reached across the console, laying my hand gently over his.

His fingers flexed, then turned over, gripping mine tight.

"I’m yours," I said quietly. "Only yours."

Will finally exhaled, like he'd been holding his breath for hours.

His thumb brushed over my knuckles, slow and reverent.

"I know," he said hoarsely. "I know. I just... when I see someone else touching you like that, looking at you like that"

He broke off, shaking his head.

"It makes me lose my mind."

We pulled up outside my rental flat, the engine idling.

He turned towards me, eyes searching mine, pleading.

"I’m not proud of it," he said. "But I can’t help it. You’re mine."

His voice cracked a little on the last word.

My heart clenched so tightly it hurt.

I leaned across the seats, cupping his jaw in my hands.

His skin was warm under my fingers. His stubble scratching my palms.

"I am yours," I whispered. "Always."

And then I kissed him.

Hard and desperate and grounding.

His hands found my waist, dragging me closer, until I was practically sprawled over the console, his mouth hot and urgent against mine.

When we finally broke apart, gasping, his forehead pressed to mine.

"I hate him," Will muttered, breathless.

I laughed, still dazed. "I think that’s clear."

He grinned a little wild, a little wicked.

"You're not allowed to kiss anyone but me when I'm around. That's the new rule."

"Is that so?" I teased, fingers tangling in his hair.

"Mmhm," he hummed, nipping at my bottom lip. "Only me."

"Bit possessive, aren’t you?"

He pulled back just enough to look me in the eyes, something fierce and tender burning there.

"Only when it comes to you."

Later, curled up in bed, Will’s arms wrapped tight around me like he was scared I'd disappear, I traced lazy patterns over his chest.

"You know I love you, right?" I murmured into the dark.

His arms tightened around me.

"I know," he whispered back.

And I knew, deep down, that it wasn't really about Luke at all.

It was about fear. About how much Will loved me. About how terrifying that kind of love could be.

I pressed a soft kiss over his heart.

"Only you," I whispered.

And I felt him smile against my hair.

"Only me," he echoed.

The next morning, I felt like I'd barely slept.

Will had stayed the night, wrapped around me like a human furnace, protective even in his dreams. Not that I was complaining.

If anything, I liked feeling wanted. Needed.

Still, a part of me was anxious as I pulled into set.

Will was coming back today said he wanted to hang about while I filmed. Which I normally loved... Except today’s scenes were particularly, erm... touchy.

It was a montage sequence. Lots of hand-holding, giggling, stolen kisses under blankets. The kind of stuff that could so easily blur the line between acting and something more if you weren’t careful.

And Luke... well, Luke didn’t exactly do careful.

Sure enough, from the moment I walked onto set, Luke was on.

"Morning, gorgeous," he said, throwing an arm casually over my shoulders, steering me towards the make-up trailer. "You ready to fall hopelessly in love with me again today?"

I laughed lightly, wriggling out of his grasp. "Always, darling," I said but there was a forced cheeriness in my voice that even I could hear.

Will had jogged inside already a bit ahead of me, talking to the director, but his eyes snapped to us immediately.

And the look he gave Luke?

If looks could kill, Luke would’ve spontaneously combusted on the spot.

The scenes were... difficult, to say the least.

Luke was doing the most.

Every take, he found a new excuse to touch me brushing hair off my face, squeezing my knee under the table, grazing my knuckles with his thumb. Even when the cameras weren’t rolling, he was there leaning into my space, joking, nudging my shoulder, looking at me like I hung the stars.

At first, I played it off. Stayed professional. Smiled politely.

But I could feel Will’s mood shifting with every passing minute.

He was stood just off-set, arms folded across his chest, his jaw so tight it could’ve cracked.

And when Luke utterly unnecessary, I might add tucked a stray curl behind my ear during a break, Will moved.

He was across the room in three strides, sliding an arm round my waist, pulling me back against his chest.

"Everything alright over here?" he asked, voice deceptively light.

Luke’s hand dropped instantly.

"Yeah, mate," Luke said, flashing that lazy grin of his. "Just keeping the chemistry alive."

Will’s arm tightened around me slightly.

"Good," he said, smiling, but it didn’t reach his eyes. "Wouldn’t want anyone forgetting it’s all just acting."

Luke coughed, shifting awkwardly.

I leaned back into Will a little, grounding him and maybe myself too.

The message was loud and clear:

Mine.

After we wrapped for the day, someone suggested hitting the pub for a few drinks.

Normally, I would've begged off I was exhausted but Will looked like he needed a release valve before he combusted.

So off to the pub we went.

The whole cast and crew piled into this cosy little place round the corner battered wooden tables, fairy lights strung up across the ceiling, the smell of fried chips and beer in the air.

We crammed into a couple of long tables, pints in hand, laughter buzzing around us.

I perched on a bench seat, squeezed between Luke and Will.

Awkward.

Luke, undeterred by the presence of my very tall, very brooding boyfriend, kept up the charm offensive.

He leaned in too close when he talked, brushing his knee against mine, laughing too loud at my jokes. At one point, he slung an arm casually along the back of the bench close enough that his fingers brushed my shoulders.

Will’s whole body tensed beside me.

I could feel it building in him a storm ready to break.

And then Luke bloody idiot made his fatal mistake.

He leaned even closer, voice low and teasing in my ear:

"Careful, Y/N, people might start thinking we’re actually together."

That was it.

In one swift move, Will set his pint down, turned fully towards me, and without hesitation cupped my jaw in both hands and kissed me.

Properly.

Not a soft, sweet peck.

No this was a claim.

Hot and slow and deep, leaving absolutely no room for misinterpretation.

The pub erupted.

Wolf whistles. Cheers. Someone actually shouted, "MEOW!"

When Will finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against mine for a second, breathing hard.

"You’re mine," he muttered, voice low enough for only me to hear.

"Yours," I whispered back, dizzy with it.

Then Will turned very deliberately and fixed Luke with a look that could've frozen fire.

Luke cleared his throat awkwardly, glancing away.

"Message received," he mumbled into his pint.

The table burst into laughter, ribbing Luke mercilessly, while Will just smirked and pulled me tighter against him.

I couldn't stop grinning, cheeks flushed, heart pounding.

I felt owned in the best possible way.

Later, when we finally stumbled home, Will slid his arms round my waist, burying his face in my neck.

"Sorry if I was... intense today," he murmured.

I smiled, threading my fingers through his hair.

"I liked it," I whispered. "I like when you’re a little possessive."

He pulled back to look at me eyes dark and heated.

"Good," he said roughly. "Because you’re bloody mine."

And then he kissed me again slow and claiming and completely undoing me.

Maybe Will wasn’t always the cool, calm, collected man he presented to the world. Maybe, when it came to me, something primal stirred in him.

And maybe... I liked it that way.

Because God knows, I was just as hopelessly his.

The next time Will visited set, the energy was different.

Calmer. Surer.

He wasn’t hovering at the edge of the stage like a man ready to fight; he was sat comfortably in a battered director’s chair, a coffee in hand, chatting easily with some of the crew between takes.

It made my chest ache, how effortlessly he fit in now. How completely he trusted me.

And trust was sexy, in its own way.

Whenever our eyes met, he’d give me this soft, secret little smile that made my knees weak.

God, I loved him.

The scenes today were fluffy cuddling on a sofa, laughing under blankets. No kissing, no lingering touches.

Luke had backed off, well and truly. Probably still reeling from Will’s last very public reminder.

Honestly, Luke was barely making eye contact with me, and the director joked about how he needed to act like he actually liked me again.

I couldn’t even be mad the tension was gone. I could just do my job and enjoy it.

Between takes, Will wandered over to me, slipping his hand into mine as we stood off-camera.

"You’re amazing, y’know that?" he murmured, dropping a kiss onto my hair.

I squeezed his hand, smiling up at him.

"And you’re biased."

"Yeah. So?" he said, grinning that cheeky grin that made my heart stutter.

He reached into his jacket pocket, pulling something out and my breath caught.

It was a little velvet box.

Tiny. Heavy.

No. No, surely not.

He opened it, very casually.

Inside was a ring.

Simple. Elegant. Perfect.

A gold band with a delicate little diamond, gleaming under the stage lights.

I blinked at him, heart hammering so loudly I could barely hear anything else.

Will smiled, soft and sure.

"I’ve been carrying this around for days," he said. "Waiting for the right moment."

He shrugged a little, shy and utterly devastating.

"But there’s no perfect moment, is there? Every moment with you already is."

Tears pricked at my eyes, blurring the ring into a shimmering starburst.

"Will..."

He lifted my hand, pressing a kiss to my knuckles.

"I love you," he said simply. "I don’t care about stages or cameras or scripts. I just want you. Forever. Be my wife?"

I laughed, half-sobbing, half-giddy, covering my mouth with my free hand.

"Of course I will," I choked out, throwing my arms round his neck.

He kissed me properly then the kind of kiss that made time stop while somewhere behind us, someone whistled and someone else whooped, and the director shouted, "CUT, THAT’S A WRAP ON TRUE LOVE, FOLKS!"

We broke apart, laughing breathlessly.

Will slipped the ring onto my finger, his hands slightly trembling.

It fit perfectly.

Just like us.

Later, after everyone had cheered and clapped and demanded to see the ring a hundred times, Will tucked me against his side, murmuring in my ear:

"Now no one ever has to wonder if you’re taken."

I smiled, pressing my forehead to his chest.

"I was yours long before the ring, Will."

He kissed the top of my head, holding me tighter.

"And you always will be."

[theskeletoninthegarden]

Began to think of a Wyll/(Quinn)tav fic and got flustered, so good luck to my character, honestly

[sinkuna]

୨୧ — Gojo notices everything about you, especially in moments like these when you’re curled up like a content little kitten on the couch. Your oversized sweater slipping off one shoulder as you wiggle your toes in those fuzzy socks, and how your nose scrunches adorably while focusing on catching that sneaky fish in Animal Crossing, completely lost in your virtual island paradise.

He also notices when you haven’t paid attention to him all day. And if Gojo Satoru isn't getting his daily dose of you, then something must be done.

"Mmn~, pay attention to meeeee," Gojo whined dramatically, flopping onto the couch with all the grace of an attention starved puppy. His fluffy white hair tickling your thighs as he positions himself between your legs, making you giggle despite trying to maintain concentration.

"Shhh, I'm trying to foc-eep~♡!" Your stern words dissolved into a pitiful little squeak as his strong arms suddenly wrapped around your legs, spreading them wide with playful enthusiasm. How those brilliant blue irises of his practically sparkled with a devilish glint made your heart skip as he noticed your lack of underwear, "N-Not now, Satoru, i want to play my-!!"

"Aww, but I wanna play too," he cooed, nuzzling against your inner thigh like an affectionate cat, "And look what pretty toy I found~ no panties? My adorable little player going commando? How scandalous~"

You try to close your legs when his warm breath ghosts across your exposed pussy, "S-Satoru!" you squealed, trying to keep your Switch steady even as heat flooded your cheeks, "don't you have literally anyone else to pester? L-like Nanami, he’s fun to annoy, right?"

He pouted dramatically, batting those impossibly long eyelashes, "I thought you knew?" He cocked his head at you while giving you the sweetest smile, "Pestering you is my favorite hobby. Besides..." he drags his tongue slowly up your slit, making you nearly drop your game, "Nanami could never taste this good."

Your gasp turned into a giggle that melted into a moan as he hummed happily like he's enjoying the sweetest dessert.

"Mmm, sweet as candy." he purred between licks, "Keep playing your game, sweetie. Let's see how long you can focus~"

Your fingers trembled on the controls as he devoured you like his favorite dessert, making exaggerated "nom nom" sounds that had you torn between laughing and moaning. The fishing line wobbled wildly on screen while his tongue dove inside, swirling around your gummy insides and coaxing out your sweet juices before moving up to wrap his soft lips around your swollen clit, sucking gently.

"Ahh! Y-you're m’impo-hah~ssible!" you whimpered, trying to sound angry even as your hips rocked against his face.

"Impossibly charming? Impossibly handsome? Impossibly good at making you cum?" He winked up at you, chin glistening with your juices.

The Switch clattered to the floor as you tangled your fingers in his white hair, giving up any resistance. The noises Gojo was pulling out of you were lewd enough to make a porn star blush, and that cocky- delighted chuckle only spurred you on more as it vibrated against your clit.

"Such pretty noises you make," he teases between slurps, his tongue swirling around your throbbing nub, "Much better than any game soundtrack."

"Sh-ut up, you men-ah~ce," you moaned, tugging his hair the way you knew he loved. His responding growl making your toes curl.

"Make me," he challenged, slipping two fingers inside your drooling cunt, pumping in and out at a delicious pace before curling them to hit that spongy spot that makes your eyes roll back. "We're just getting started. I've got lots more games we can play~"

His cock pressed insistently against his pants as he crawled up your body, catching your lips in a messy kiss that let you taste yourself on his playful tongue.

"Congrats~ you unlocked the next level. Ready for the next stage?" he asked, grinding his hips against yours teasingly. "I promise it's more fun than Animal Crossing~"

You knew your game would have to wait, especially since it now lies forgotten on the floor as Gojo shows you exactly why he’s your favorite distraction. After all, who needed virtual fishing when you had the strongest determined to make you cum until you were seeing stars?

[sanatomis]

cw. none except satoru being disgustingly cute (part 2)

satoru isn’t used to people calling him anything other than his surname. gojo-san to most, gojo-sensei to others. it’s simple, and gets the job done.

only a handful of people stick to calling him by his given name. to them, he’s satoru. it’s easy, and rolls of the tongue, and he greatly prefers it over the sound of his surname. it makes him feel like an actual person.

satoru never entertained the possibility of being called anything else other than those two names. he didn’t think it would ever happen.

for once, he was glad to be proven wrong.

“tough day, pretty?” you ask gently, and he sighs with a nod as he throws himself into your opened arms. his body moulds easily into yours, and he lets out a heavy groan as he settles onto the couch with you. the groan is loud, and over-exaggerated.

it’s so satoru.

you have to stifle a giggle.

“everything went horribly wrong,” he grumbles, his voice muffled against the fabric of your shirt. “the higher ups were up my ass again, my students laughed at me again, and when i finally made it to that bakery you liked they were out of your favourite pastries so i couldn’t get them for you—again!”

“oh, my poor baby,” you coo, and gently push his bangs out of his face. he nods in agreement, faking an immense amount of sympathy for himself. “‘s okay, at least you tried, hm? i think that’s very sweet.”

satoru hums, as if he’s deeply thinking about your words. “’m still your baby?” he mumbles, deciding that’s the most important thing right now. his eyes briefly flutter shut, consumed by utter bliss as you play with the hairs on his undercut.

“mhm, still my baby.”

“yeah? what else am i?”

this time you do giggle. he does this sometimes. you aren’t exactly sure why—but on tough days, satoru likes to crawl into your arms and listen to you call him every cheesy nickname under the sun. it’s easily providable and makes him so very happy, so you always indulge him.

“my honey bun.”

“and?”

“my boo bear.”

“mhm.”

“my sweetheart.”

“yes?”

you laugh softly. “my mochi,” you coo, and pinch his cheek. it’s a little squished because he’s laying on your chest, but it emphasises your point.

he grins under your touch. it’s adorable.

“keep them coming, please?” he asks, and you do. you always do, unable to refuse him. especially when he asks so sweetly.

“my sugar cookie.”

“my muffin.”

“my baby cakes.”

“my angel.”

“my love.”

“my husband.”

“h—huh?” satoru stammers, looking up from your chest. he lays his chin on your sternum, baby blue eyes blinking up at you. they’re filled with awe, surprise, and utter glee. “that’s, i’m not. . .”

“just testing the title, baby,” you tell him, and continue playing with his hair. he bathes in your touch and you smile softly as he grabs and kisses the palm of your hand. “what do you think, hm?”

“i think you should call me it again.”

“oh?”

“mhm,” he mumbles.

“my dearest husband.”

“again.”

“my handsome husband.”

“again.”

“my sweet husband.”

“again, please?”

you hum, impressed. “my well-mannered husband.”

satoru chuckles, and lays back down on your chest. his white hair tickles against your skin, and he sighs in content.

“i think i want to be your husband for real.”

“yeah?”

“yeah,” he mumbles and nuzzles further into your hold. “y’ve got the same ring size still, right?”

“i sure do,” you say, a content smile on your lips as you watch him slowly doze off to sleep.

“hm, good to know.”

for satoru, those nicknames make him feel as if he’s something even greater than a person—it makes him feel yours.

he’s not just gojo, the strongest. he’s not just satoru, the at-times somewhat immature adult with the sweet tooth of a child.

he’s yours. your baby. your honey bun. your boo bear. your mochi. your boyfriend. your love. and for satoru, there’s no greater thing in the world than that.

[fungateshortcakes]

Pornstar!Logan NSFW

This work is inspired by @bpmiranda and their own pornstar!Logan smut, which you can find here. Please go and check it out, it's so yummy and i hope I am doing this idea justice.

Pairing: Logan Howlett x reader

Summary: Up until now, filming a porn video was only something you joked about. But after your job failed you, this simple 'joke' brought you to a whole new carreer path that you would love to explore further, especially if your co-worker was this handsome man that ruined your pussy for everyone else.

Wordcount: 2.3k -ish

Warnings/tags: pornstar!Logan, pornstar!reader, porn with plot, first porn recording, filmed sex, best friends dad porn, squirting, unprotected penis in vagina sex, pussy pronouns, implied blowjob, basically sex with a stranger, dirty talk, doggy style, Logan is older than reader, cumming on pussy, perverted director, mention of threesome (F/F/M), english isn't my first languange (lmk if i missed something!)

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It had always been a joke. All of this - you just joked about it. But now as you stood in front of this building, the filming location, that's when you truly knew that it was in fact not a joke anymore.

You were about to cast in your first professional porn video.

For years you had been telling your friends, if your degree didn't work out, you'd start selling nsfw art. If your job applications would keep getting rejected, you would become a stripper. It was always something you and your friends could laugh about greatly, but it was never really taken serious in the end. That was about to change.

Throughout the last months, you had taken this career path more and more into your field of interest. Your hated your job, the salary, the people there and your boss. You needed a quick change. So you read about becoming a porn actress, watched interviews with stars of this industry, stating how they got into it, what they had to do, how they coped with everything at the start and much more. You felt ready, but you also didn't really, not when you stood in front of this building and knew that in just an hour, you would be having a stranger pounding his cock into your pussy while everyone around watched.

You took a deep breath as you entered and upon stating your name at the reception desk, you were brought to the second floor where you were greeted by the director.

"Ah, there you are! You're (Y/N), right?" he said and shook your hand with a firm grip. He was the manager of all of this. He had been in this industry for years and sounded very nice from the very start. You felt comfortable as you stood in front of him. You nodded your head. "Yeah, that's me. I hope I am not too late?" you asked nervously, biting your lip. You really didn't need to leave a bad expression right on the first day.

He laughed and shook his head "No, don't worry. You're just in time to meet the guy you're gonna work with today. You're gonna like him." he said and winked at you. You had already heard a bit about the man that would, to put it as is, fuck you today. They praised him highly, told you that you should be happy to have the opportunity with him because he gets so many requests from porn actresses every day.

Richie shoved you through a crowd of working people to a cozy break corner for the actors. There he stood. And wow. He already wore his outfit for the upcoming video. It was a plain black shirt, a thick belt and rugged jeans, but damn. He looked good.

Upon seeing you, a smirk spread across his lips and he stood up, hands in his pockets. "That's Mr. Howlett. Your lover for today" Richie chuckled as he introduced you to him.

"Call me Logan, sweets. Nice to meet you, heard a lot about ya" Logan said and his voice alone made your pussy throb. You both shook hands and you told him your name as well. It would be a lie if you said you weren't anxious. Your heart was beating out of your throat. You were intimidated by your work partners looks and the fact that he was a lot more experienced in this field than you. He looked very charming and handsome, picture perfect like some famous hollywood actor. And you were just, well, you. You felt like you couldn't compete with that in the slightest.

The time you had to speak to him, get to know him at least a little bit before his cock was in your mouth, was limited, because you were pulled to different stations by different people left and right, getting you into costume, fixing your make-up and hair, even checking if you had shaved down there properly. It was all so much at once, but Logan was always watching over you, weirdly enough, reassuring you. Truth be told, he saw himself when he looked at you. He was pretty confident by nature, but when he first started out in this business, he was overwhelmed and unsure at first as well. So he felt deep sympathy with you, even if you didn't know that.

Now you stood at the set with your two co-stars, Logan and some other woman who you didn't know the name of because she was so minor to the scene. She was only there to play your best friend from college. Your best friend with a smoking hot single father.

Your nerves were killing you as you stood in the pre-build bedroom with your co-star. You took a deep breath and decided to go with the flow. You knew the script, you knew the movements and looks, so there wasn't really anything that could go wrong. Right? "Okay, cameras, lights, action!" Richie yelled over the set. Now there was no going back.

You flopped down on your friends bed with a sigh. "This assigment is killing me. We've been working on it for days now and we aren't getting anywhere" you scoffed. Your on screen friend agreed with you, voicing her anger towards the professor as well.

You started acting like you were starting to unpack your bag when you heard a car engine. Your co-star groaned. "Perfect, now my dad's here. He normally works longer than that" she said. You had never met her dad, he was always at work when you were over. "Lindsay, I'm home!" Logan called before he stepped into the room, stopping in his tracks as he saw you. The camera zoomed in on your slightly shocked face, taking in your agape mouth and how your eyes clouded over. You crossed your leg over the other as warmth spread through your core.

Logan smirked at you, leaning against the doorframe. "So, you are the girl my daughter has been doing that assigment with, I assume? Nice to meet you, I'm her old man." he spoke in his deep voice, extending a warm, strong hand out for you to shake, a knowing look being shared between you as he eyed you up and down, pratically undressing you with his gaze only.

The director yelled cut. You let out a nervous sigh. This worked out way better than you had imagined, but that was just the easy part of this whole thing.

Though, the second Logan pushed the tip of his cock into your sopping pussy with a relieved smile on his lips that wasn't part of the script, you couldn't care less about your insecurities or worries. The words you were supposed to say just came naturally with the way he fucked you open. "Such a greedy little cunt, she is practically sucking me in" he groaned, one hand pushing your head into the pillows of his daughters bed.

"You really needed this, huh? Needed a big fucking cock to pound your pussy. The boys in college just don't cut it, am I right?" He groaned, enjoying the way your pussy tightened around his throbbing shaft. How could a cock feel this good? Logan could ask you the same thing - how could a fucking pussy be this tight and warm and just sopping wet?

Logan watched your face being squished against the pillows, slurring your words while you drooled. He smirked. You were made for this, the camera was eating you up like this. A shiver ran down his spine as he thought about using this video when he was at home to get off. He leaned down to your ear, his plush lips kissing and biting at the shell before he whispered something only for you to hear "What a natural you are. Gotta have to request you as my partner more often from now on, don't I?" he was whispering in such a hot, breathless voice, it almost made you cum before you even should. He could feel that. And oh boy did it feed his ego.

"Does it turn you on? Being fucked on your best friends bed? By her dad?" Logan rumbled in character, kneading your tits. It took you a while to get a hold of your thoughts and the script, so Logan used that silence to keep whispering in your ear how fucking pretty your tits were. "Y-yes! I...I love it" you slurred, your voice raw from the moans you couldn't hold back for the life of you.

Logan hummed pleased. "Oh I bet you do, baby. Already so cockdrunk for me"

Your pussy felt so good with the way he was dragging his cock in and out, reaching places inside you you didn't knew existed. It was funny to you - you were supposed to fake moan and falsely contort your face in pleasure - but you didn't have to do any of that. If anything, you needed to shut up. You were moaning so loud and so prettily for Logan, it was almost excessive. You just couldn't help yourself. Every time you tried to shut your mouth, Logan would notice and pound into your sweet spot. He couldn't have you denying him of your cute sounds.

Not long and the scene ended with you squirting all over his cock and the sheets. That wasn't initially meant to happen, but with the way Logan was fucking you, you lost control as your orgasm hit. Logan tried to mask his surprise by going off script, continuing to circle your clit "Yes, such a good girl. Keep making a mess for me, baby" he groaned into your neck. You squirmed in his grasp, the overstimulation too much as you felt him cumming over your pussy. He hadn't expected you squirting, but it served perfectly to make him cum like he hadn't in a while.

Richie yelled cut again and Logan let go of your hips, making you fall flat onto the drenched sheets, completely boneless. You could hear faint applause and a warm hand on your back. As Richie approached the bed, Logan was quick to bring you his fluffy robe and wrapped it around you aftwr helping your shaken form to sit up, shielding you from prying eyes. The crew was highly professional for the most part, but there were some creeps shamelessly goggling at the actresses, especially newcomers. Sometimes Richie was one of them...

So Logan had a protective hand around your back, sprawled over your waist to keep you pressed into his side while you regained your composure. You were tired and worn out, but in a very very good way. Your core buzzed with warmth and so did the rest of your body. Without realising, you leaned your head onto Logans shoulders, softly closing your eyes for a moment. It made his heart skip a beat.

"Jesus Christ, you two were really going at it, huh?" Richie grinned and clapped his hands together. "I am deeply impressed with you, rookie. The camera loved you. Didn't even have to correct you at all. Can't believe you haven't done this before" the middle aged man chuckled and tried to discreetly pear down your cleavage to which Logan covered your upper body a bit more, staring Richie down. You didn't feel all too safe now, especially in your slight dazed state. But Logan was there and somehow being able to nuzzle into him for protection eased your mind greatly. "You two can go and take a break. I have Mirinda, Mandy and Josh for the next sesh. But after that, I'd like to see you both in action again. Maybe with another woman as well, how would you like that?"

Logan declined for you with a slight bite to his voice, excusing you and himself after he had wrapped a towel around his hips and brought you to his dressing room. Richie wasn't a bad man. But he was far from being appropriate at times. It happened rarely and mostly only to actresses who had been in this industry for years, but they knew how to treat directors like him for rude staring not to happen. But you were still so young and inexperienced with everything, so anxious and nervous. Logan wanted to protect that. Protect you. The industry was tough and he didn't want you to break under all of this like he did in the beginning himself.

"Thank you for uhm...getting me out of there" you mumbled as you began to dress yourself again with the clothes you had arrived in. You chuckled to yourself as Logan turned around when you put on your bra and underwear as if he hadn't just conpletely seen you bare and ruined you for every other man.

He scoffed. "Not for that. It was the least I could do. Sometimes he gets a bit creepy, but he his decent. He doesn't do more than stare, fortunately. Still, I'm sorry you had to endure that on your first day. But that's, sadly, how it is" he answered, pulling his shirt over his head and you shamelessly watched his muscles dip and contract from his movements.

You buttoned up your blouse and shrugged. "I expected it, honestly. But you were my knight in shining armor, or lack there of-" you laughed and Logan couldn't help but chuckle alongside you. "- so it wasn’t that bad. At least the sex was good"

Logan smirked. "It was?" he asked with a cocky undertone. He knew that it was, but hearing it from you directly made his chest flutter. Not that he would ever admit that. You nodded with a hum, slightly chewing on your bottom lip.

"I have to say the same. You have a great pussy" he blurts out, making both of you laugh. "There is more where that came from, lover boy" it was very easy to be comfortable around Logan and it made you feel a little less lost. It made you feel like you had a guiding hand and you were so grateful that he was there. It wasn’t his job to be your caretaker, he wasn't getting paid to tell you how to do things or protect you from backhanded nasty comments from filming crew members. But you were glad he instantly took you under his wing like this.

You couldn't wait to shoot with him again

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I had so much fun writing this! Let me hear your thoughts, do you want a part two?

And don't be scared, there is also going to be more sub!Logan soon and a few fluff drabbles as well. Stay tuned!

[ilovedinodino]

Wanna bet?

synopsis: You and Haechan weren’t acquainted, but both of you were widely popular across the university—though for different reasons. Haechan was known as a fuckboy and a partygoer, changing girls every two weeks and being rude to everyone except his friends. You, on the other hand, were his complete opposite. Kind-hearted and distant, you had no relationships at all, turning down every confession and remaining unattainable. And so, it happened that you and Haechan unknowingly made a bet on each other. Where will your bets lead? Will you discover the truth? And, finally, who will win the bet?

pairing: haechan x f!reader

genre: slightly enemies to lovers, fluff, comedy, angst, suggestive

warnings: mentions of trowing up, haechan is insecure sometimes, idk what else..

playlist: conan grey - the cut that always bleeds

wc: 15,931

na: my first fic ever and I’m so scared ngl. any feedback in anon or here is appreciated😌

“Haechan, why didn’t you accept my gift?” a loud female voice echoes through the hallway. You, Ningning, and Karina watch as a girl runs after Haechan, clutching a box in her hands. The three of you roll your eyes and sigh, witnessing yet another dramatic scene.

It wasn’t the first time you had watched university girls chasing after Haechan. And it wasn’t the first time he had been seen with a new girl. Every two weeks— a new girl, a new fan, a new romance. And it annoyed you.

It’s not that you paid attention to him on purpose, but he always seemed to appear in front of you, making it impossible to ignore.

And what annoyed you the most was his rudeness to everyone at this university. More than once, you had heard him arguing with other students and irritating people. Jisung, your best friend, told you that he was actually kind and normal with his friends, but you didn’t believe it—you thought Jisung was just covering for him.

As Haechan walks past, the girl rushes between you, trying to catch up, but suddenly stumbles and falls to her knees. You quickly leaning down to help her up.

“Hey, are you okay?” you ask.

She lifts her head and reaches for the contents that spilled from the box— a letter, an assortment of candies, and a bracelet. Karina and Ningning kneel beside her, helping gather everything. Once you all stand, you steady her so she doesn’t lose her balance.

“Thank you so much!” she says with a grateful smile.

You gently pat her back.

“Be more careful…,” you say, glancing at the now-crumpled box in her hands before looking back at her. “And honestly? Forget about that jerk. He doesn’t deserve sweet and beautiful girls like you.”

She stares at you for a moment before letting out an awkward laugh, nodding slightly.

“Maybe you’re right… I stayed up all night writing this letter…”

You reassuringly squeeze her hand, but your eyes catch a movement behind her. A little farther away, a guy stands watching her intently, concern clear in his expression.

“More than that,” you continue, “I’m sure there’s someone far more deserving—someone who’s truly in love with you.”

The girl looks at you, startled.

“Who?”

“He should be the one to tell you that himself,” you say with a soft smile. “We’ll get going now. Toss the letter and keep the sweets for yourself, okay?”

She nods quickly, smiling at you. You and the girls walk away, leaving her alone—but not really alone. Someone is already waiting for the right moment to step forward.

“That idiot didn’t even bother to turn around. What do people even see in him?” you say irritably, crossing your arms.

“He’s handsome, comes from a wealthy family, part of the popular boys, a partygoer. I think that’s enough”, Ningning replies.

You sigh heavily.

“And he’s also rude, changes girls like clothes, does poorly in studies, drinks too much, and, honestly, he’s an idiot.”

“Does he really do badly in studies? I thought he had good grades?” Karina joins the conversation.

“He used to, but this semester he’s been terrible. I don’t know what happened, but he dropped in the rankings and basically gave up on studying”, Ningning explains.

You stop in your tracks and look at her in confusion.

“How do you know all this?”

Ningning blinks, momentarily stunned, then quickly starts rambling:

“Uh… Aren’t these just the rumors going around campus? I just heard about it! I mean, he is popular, after all.”

You narrow your eyes at her suspiciously but eventually nod and keep walking.

“Whatever. Let’s forget about him and all of them. Today, we’re finally going to that café we’ve been wanting to go.”

“Oh, right!” you and Ningning say at the same time.

Laughing, the three of you hug each other as you leave the university.

“Ah!” Haechan bursts into the room and flops onto the couch with a loud sigh. Chenle and Mark look at him in confusion.

“What’s wrong?..”

“Some girl has been chasing me all day with this box! I already told her this morning that I’m not interested and asked her to leave me alone, but she didn’t care! Because of her, another girl rejected me, thinking she was my ex!” Haechan flails in frustration, aggressively hitting the pillows.

Chenle and Mark sigh heavily and stop paying attention to him. They are already used to Haechan constantly complaining about the people around him, even though he doesn’t realize how annoying he can be himself.

“Why are you silent?” Haechan looks at his friends in surprise.

They don’t respond and simply take out two controllers.

“Hey!”

“What?” Chenle glances at him irritably. “We’re not interested in your stories.”

Haechan watches as his friends sit down next to him, shoving him aside, and turn on the TV.

“I am your best friend?”

“Unfortunately. Now, can you leave? We want to play.”

Haechan blinks, gets up from the couch, and heads to his room.

“Alright.”

But in reality, he wasn’t mad. He knew he often talked too much about himself and his experiences in excessive detail, so he understood his friends.

He also understood how irritating he was to everyone. But that was his choice—after a bad experience, he was afraid to open up to anyone and decided to create a completely different image when he entered university.

At first, his friends noticed his changed behavior and tried to talk to him, to bring him back to his senses, but it was all in vain. Haechan convinced them that everything would be fine.

Nothing was fine.

His friends didn’t even realize how much he was changing, how often he was going out partying. Back in school, Haechan had been the most level-headed among them and never did anything reckless—but that had all changed. What shocked everyone the most was that he started dating people left and right and sleeping with different girls.

“Haechan, why are you doing this?” Renjun asked one day while they were playing together.

“What? You just said you’d beat me here, and now—”

“I’m not talking about the game. Why do you drink so much and change girls so often?” Renjun turned to him, but Haechan just blinked dumbly.

“Isn’t it fun? I mean, I’m a guy and a student—it’d be weird if I didn’t do it.”

“But none of us do that.”

“Jeno does,” Haechan replied, and Renjun rolled his eyes.

“He just goes on dates—he doesn’t dump them after a few days like you do.”

Haechan just laughed.

“Let’s get back to the game.”

“Haechan, if—”

“Let’s just play, Renjun.»

After that, Renjun never brought it up again. But everyone knew Haechan had problems expressing himself—he was just scared that no one would like him for who he really was. And proving him wrong was difficult… and pointless.

The entire next day, Haechan walked around like a ghost, trying not to draw attention to himself, hiding under his hood. And he was doing a good job at it.

Lately, he hadn’t even noticed how exhausted he had become—both physically and mentally. He blamed it all on uni and partying, but in reality, the problem was within himself. He was draining himself with thoughts and stress. Mark, his closest friend, told him that it was all because he was pretending to be someone he wasn’t, but Haechan thought that was nonsense.

Nonsense, right?

There was only one last economics lecture left, and unfortunately, he was running very late. He rushed through the hallway, searching for the right classroom. Lately, he didn’t care much about studying, but economics was an exception—he didn’t even have any grades for it. That meant he had to be there today and ask for extra assignments to save his own ass.

He was almost at the classroom when he crashed into someone, sending them both tumbling to the ground. Looking at the floor, he saw spilled coffee—clearly from the person he had bumped into.

His hood was up, and his bangs covered his eyes, making it hard to see anything in front of him. He felt a hand on his shoulder, steadying him. Slowly, still dazed, he looked up, ready to thank the stranger.

“Oh my God, are you okay? Did you get hurt?”

Haechan hears a sweet, melodic voice and blinks, lifting his head—only to see you staring back at him.

“You?! Oh my God, you idiot! Watch where you’re going! You almost killed me and spilled my coffee!” you shout, shoving him hard.

Haechan stumbles back in shock, eyes widening at your reaction.

“Huh? Sorry, I didn’t see—” he tries to explain, but you cut him off immediately.

“Maybe if you took off your hood and actually cut your damn bangs, you’d be able to see! Now my favorite sweater is ruined!”

What?

“Well, maybe if you weren’t standing in the middle of the hallway glued to your phone, this wouldn’t have happened!

You blink in surprise, staring at Haechan as he suddenly raises his voice right back at you.

“I have every right to stand here! But can you even run through the hallways like that in a university?”

“I was late! And now, thanks to you, I’m even later! So just move and let me—”

“What’s going on here?”

Both you and Haechan freeze and turn toward the voice. Walking toward you from the right is Professor Kwon, the economics lecturer, his expression stern and unamused.

“Classes are in session. It is completely inappropriate to be yelling and causing a scene in the hallways right now.

“Sorry,” you both mumble at the same time, bowing slightly.

Professor Kwon’s gaze shifts to Haechan, narrowing in suspicion. “Lee Donghyuck? Why are you not in my lecture right now?”

Haechan straightens up, quickly trying to save himself. “I was on my way, but I—uh—bumped into her! Sorry, but she’s the reason I’m late!”

Your mouth drops open in disbelief before you smack his arm. “Are you kidding me?! You ran into me, you liar!”

“Enough,” the professor sighs, rubbing his temple. “Lee Donghyuck, get inside before I decide not to let you in at all. And you, miss, stop walking near the classrooms. If you have no more business here, go home.”

Neither of you dares to argue, quickly doing as you’re told. But before leaving, you and Haechan exchange one last heated glare.

“Idiot,” you both mutter under your breaths at the same time before finally going your separate ways.

“She was the one standing in the middle of the hallway, staring at her phone with her coffee, and then she blamed me for it. Is she insane?”

Haechan walks into friends dorm with Jisung, Mark, and Chenle. After kicking off their shoes, they head straight to their shared room.

“You spilled coffee on her. I’d be pissed too,” Chenle replies, making Haechan click his tongue in annoyance.

“It wasn’t my fault! I was in a rush. And she snapped at me the second she saw my face. She even has a weird name—Y/N? What kind of name is that?”

“Y/N?! She was rude to you? No way, she’s the nicest person in the entire university,” Mark says, making Haechan scoff in disbelief.

“Her? The nicest? Are you sure we’re talking about the same person?”

He tosses his backpack next to the couch and flops onto it. Chenle climbs on top of him, and Haechan instinctively wraps his arms around him.

“Wait… Y/N? Hold on, that’s my best friend from my group.”

All three of them turn to Jisung in unison. Haechan immediately shoves Chenle off and sits up.

“She’s your best friend? Don’t be ridiculous.”

“No, I’m serious!”

“Why do we never know about your other best friends?” Chenle exclaims, while Mark nods in agreement.

Jisung rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. “Well… I just never had a reason to bring her up, so I guess I forgot.”

“And by the way, Haechan, I highly doubt she was rude to you. She’s an angel—she wouldn’t snap at anyone for no reason.”

“But she—”

“Isn’t she literally known for rejecting everyone. Mind you, she even turned down Sungchan! SUNGCHAN, HAECHAN!!!” Chenle practically shrieks, grabbing Haechan by the shoulders and shaking him violently.

“Alright, alright, I got it! Let go!”

Haechan shoves him off, and Chenle flops dramatically onto the pillows.

“You know, now that I think about it, I’ve never actually seen her with a guy. Maybe she’s just into girls?” Mark asks as he walks over and sits beside the others.

“No, she’s into guys,” Jisung replies casually, while Haechan furrows his brows.

“If she’s so popular, why don’t I know her? I literally know everyone in this university.”

The other guys burst into laughter.

“What?”

“You two live in completely different worlds, Haechan. You only know people from your own crowd, and as you’ve probably noticed, she’s nothing like you,” Mark explains.

“So what? She’s probably just another typical nerd who stays home and is nice to everyone. Boring.”

“Hell no, she’s fun, and she loves parties. She’s just careful and doesn’t do the stupid shit you do,” Jisung corrects him, giving Haechan a pointed look.

“Then why is she still single? Was Sunghchan not good enough?”

Jisung simply shrugs as he reaches for the bathroom door.

“Maybe she has high standards. Or maybe she’s just waiting for the one. She’s never told me,” he says before stepping inside and closing the door behind him.

The sound of running water fills the room, and Haechan chuckles at his words.

“So picky? Ridiculous. I bet if it weren’t for the coffee incident, she’d be chasing after me like all the others. She’s nothing special—just putting on an act.”

Chenle suddenly freezes, and Haechan immediately notices, giving him a questioning look.

“You sure about that?”

Haechan remains confused.

“Yeah?”

“Wanna prove it?”

“What?”

“You really think you could get her if you tried?”

“All girls are the same—of course I could!”

“Wanna bet?” Chenle smirks, and Mark immediately frowns.

��Chenle…”

“Are you saying I wouldn’t be able to make her fall for me and actually date me?” Haechan raises a brow.

“Haechan, she’s never dated anyone in this university—”

“Alright, I’m in.”

Mark stares at him in shock, while Chenle’s grin stretches even wider.

“You’re going to lose, Haechan. I’m serious. She hates you, especially after—”

“My tactics have never failed me before, Mark. Don’t worry. I’ll even buy you your favorite meal with my winnings,” Haechan pats Mark on the shoulder before heading to his room.

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“Then he called me an idiot! I heard it!”

You sit in the apartment you share with Ningning and Karina, recounting yesterday’s situation to them and Jaemin. A whole day had passed, yet you were still fuming. It had taken forever to get the stain out of your sweater, and even then, a faint mark remained.

“That’s insane,” Ningning says—before bursting into laughter.

“It’s not funny,” you pout, leaning onto Jaemin’s shoulder.

“How do you even friends with him, Jaemin? He’s awful,” you complain, taking a sip from your mug.

“He’s actually nice to us. The sweetest, even,” Jaemin shrugs.

“Then why can’t he be like that with everyone?”

“He’s got his issues,” he says, grabbing your drink and taking a sip himself.

A couple of hours later.

“No, but seriously, Y/N, he’s the worst player I’ve ever seen. No one lasts more than two weeks with him. It’s impossible—”

“Ningning, he’s just a dumb boy! I’m sure it’s easy to keep him around for longer than two weeks. Besides, it’s me. Don’t you believe in me?”

For the past hour, the four of you had been discussing Haechan. What started as casual gossip had quickly turned into a playful challenge—could you really date him for longer than two weeks? They all doubted you. But you insisted it would be too easy. And no matter how hard they tried to talk you out of it, you weren’t budging.

“Are you guys scared you’re going to lose?” you smirk, leaning back against the couch.

“Scared?” Ningning scoffs, glancing at Karina and Jaemin.

“You two should be talking her out of this. Why aren’t you?”

“She does whatever she wants,” Jaemin sighs, smiling. “There’s no stopping her once she sets her mind on something.”

Ningning clicks her tongue before shaking her head.

“Alright, Y/N. Let’s bet on it. But just so you know—we’re playing for big money. This is Lee Donghyuck we’re talking about.”

“Yeah, yeah, okay. Let’s do this.” You stretch out your hand toward Ningning, who looks at the two beside her in disbelief.

“Am I seriously the only one betting against her?”

“I believe in her,” Jaemin says with a shrug.

“I just don’t want to waste my money,” Karina adds, making Ningning roll her eyes.

“Fine.” She finally shakes your hand, and a triumphant smile spreads across your face.

The bet was on.

After searching the entire university, you finally spot Haechan. This whole plan of apologizing just to get closer to him annoyed you, but it was necessary. So here you were, wandering through the campus, determined to find this idiot.

You step into an empty classroom, only to see a familiar figure sitting with his back to the door. The sound of your footsteps makes him turn around, his brows slightly raised when he sees you.

Without hesitation, you walk up to him and sit down.

“Hey.”

“Y/N? What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to apologize for what happened on Tuesday. I shouldn’t have been so rude to you. Sorry” you say, putting on your best attempt at sincerity. In reality, you’d much rather punch him in the face.

Haechan looks genuinely surprised before rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

“You don’t have to apologize. It was my fault—I spilled your coffee and ruined your sweater.”

You force a smile, though just thinking about your favorite sweater and that damn stain makes your eye twitch.

“Oh, it’s fine. I was planning to replace it anyway.”

“I’ll buy you a new one.”

«…What?» You blink in confusion.

«I ruined yours, so I’ll get you another one. Just send me the one you want.”

You freeze for a moment, processing what just happened. Why was he suddenly being so… nice? Was this really the same Haechan?

Then it hits you—this is actually perfect. You were going to need his number eventually, but now you had the perfect excuse to get it without waiting another week.

«Ah… okay… Can you give me your number? I’ll send it to you.»

Haechan nods, and you take out your phone to save his contact. You’re about to leave when he suddenly adds:

«No need to rush. Pick something you like and don’t worry about the price.»

He smiles at you, and you feel like something is definitely off. But you quickly brush off the thought, nodding at him before walking away.

xxxxx: link

idiot: good taste😉

xxxxx: thanks ☺️

idiot: are you sure you really like it? You didn’t check the price?

xxxxx: yeah, I love it

xxxxx: why? What about the price?

idiot: I just expected it to be more expensive. I could’ve bought you something pricier if needed

xxxxx: no, it’s fine, I really like this one. Thank you

idiot: don’t thank me, I had to

idiot: by the way, you looked really beautiful today

xxxxx: huh? Thanks…

idiot: sorry, I just couldn’t hold back from saying it

xxxxx: haha, you’re cute

idiot: me? I’m cute?

xxxxx: honestly, yeah

idiot: I’m glad you think so :)

«Is she really that dumb?» Haechan scoffs, tossing his phone onto the bed.

«Who?» Chenle, lying on the bed across the room, glances at him.

«Y/N. She’s so naive. How did she reject every guy? It’s so easy to gain her trust.» Haechan turns onto his side, watching Chenle play on his phone.

«I don’t know, maybe she rejected them after some time. I’m sure you’ll be one of them.»

«No. She’s already falling for it, and I haven’t even done anything yet.»

Haechan turns onto his back, closing his eyes.

—

«Your beautiful sweater, miss.»

Haechan hands you a bag, and you take it from him. Only two days had passed, and he was already handing you your new sweater.

Did he get close to all his flings before dropping them like this? You wondered.

«Wow, you actually bought it.» You peek inside and smile at him.

«How could I not?» He grins, shoving his hands into his pockets.

You both tried hard to pretend to be sweet to each other. But because of the rumors about one another, you couldn’t help but wonder—what was wrong with the two of you right now?

«By the way… to be honest, Y/N, I’d really like to get to know you better.»

You flinch slightly. Why is everything happening so fast and so easily? You know he probably just wants to sleep with you and then disappear, but without this turn of events, your plan wouldn’t work. So you have no choice but to take the risk and let him do what he wants.

«Me? Really?»

Haechan nods. «Yeah, and if you don’t mind… would you like to go on a date with me? This Sunday?»

You smirk. This is going to be way too easy.

«Oh, um… if you’re sure about it, then yeah, I don’t mind!» You pretend to be flustered, lowering your gaze to the floor.

«Then I’ll text you what time to be ready, okay?»

You nod, and he waves at you before walking away.

«So dumb.» You roll your eyes and head in the opposite direction.

—

Sunday.

After that day, Haechan texted you the time and let you know he’d come to pick you up. You told the girls everything, and…

«You do realize he just wants to use you like he did with all the others, right?» Ningning trails behind you while you get ready.

«I know, but it’s only temporary.»

«Y/N.» She grabs your hand and pulls you closer. «Let’s call off the bet? I’m worried about you.»

You smile at your friend and hug her.

«Ning, this isn’t about the bet. I want to teach that rude guy a lesson myself. It’s fine, I’ll be fine, don’t worry. He’s just dumb, that’s all.»

«Are you sure?»

You nod, and she hugs you again.

«Just be careful.»

«You look really beautiful,» Haechan says as you approach him and his car.

You’re, to say the least, surprised to see that he actually owns a car, though it makes sense considering the family he comes from and what he can afford. Ningning even managed to tell you that he used to live with Mark, but after his parents gifted him an apartment for his 21st birthday, he moved out and has lived alone ever since, but he often stays over at Mark’s place.

You feel a little flustered and quietly thank him.

«You look good too.» And it’s true. In all your years as a student, you’ve never seen Haechan dressed like this—even at events. Actually, have you even seen him at any uni events? Since he’s a partygoer, he never really cares about how he dresses, but this time, he actually put in effort. He’s wearing a cardigan over a button-up with black jeans, and you can’t seem to tear your gaze away from him. As much as you hate him, you can’t deny that he’s really attractive.

Haechan opens the door for you, and you get in, already anticipating a night at some basic café where you’ll sit through the embarrassment of his conversation.

Haechan was surprisingly a great conversationalist. He wasn’t acting silly and talked calmly—you didn’t even know he was capable of that. To be honest, you always thought he was a complete idiot who didn’t know how to handle relationships, which is why he had so many almost-relationships with different girls. But it turned out that wasn’t the case.

He told you about his family, his friends, and just his life in general. How he once dreamed of becoming a musician but later decided it was a bad idea and chose to study IT instead. How, despite being good with computers, he was terrible at video games and so on.

The whole evening was filled with a good atmosphere, to the point that you almost forgot why you were really here. Haechan seemed like a genuinely kind and good person, making you momentarily forget about his real personality.

Now, the two of you were walking through a park, breathing in the fresh air, and continuing your conversation.

Haechan walks beside you and says, “I’m still surprised that Jisung never mentioned you. You’re not someone people should keep quiet about.”

“What do you mean?” you ask.

“You’re pretty. You’re kind, beautiful, and sweet. A good person. If you were my friend, I’d be telling everyone about you.”

You blush, but this time, it’s real. A part of you hopes he’s being honest, but this is Lee Haechan—he couldn’t be.

“Thank you. You’re a good person too, but I don’t get why you have such a bad reputation. Everyone calls you rude.”

Haechan flinches slightly. “I just… I just don’t trust people.”

“You don’t trust people?” You tilt your head, confused.

“Yeah. I only trust my friends and family. I had bad experiences with others, so I decided to be this way.” Haechan didn’t even know why he was telling you this right now, especially since it was so personal.

“But have you ever thought that if you gave others a chance, you might be able to trust them too?”

Haechan stays silent for a moment, and you decide to drop the topic. You continue walking in silence until you reach your apartment.

“Thanks for tonight. I hope we can do this again if you don’t mind,” he says.

“I’d love that,” you say with a bright smile. He smiles back, just as warmly.

You say goodbye, and he watches you until you disappear inside the building.

“Such a weirdo,” Haechan mutters under his breath before turning back to his car.

—

idiot: are you in the cafeteria?

xxxxx: yeah, why?

You stare at your phone, waiting for a reply, but instead, a hand on your shoulder startles you. You look up and see Haechan.

“This is for you.” He places a cheesecake and your favorite juice on the table. Your friends watch the scene unfold with wide eyes.

“What? Why?”

“What do you mean, why? I just want to keep you in a good mood during class. So, enjoy.” He pats your shoulder and walks away.

“What did you do to him?!” Karina hisses at you while you stare at the cheesecake, just as confused.

“I… have no idea? Maybe my charms are working.”

Ningning bursts out laughing.

“No, but seriously, this is weird. He never does stuff like this. Look around—the whole cafeteria is staring at you now!”

You glance up and, sure enough, every table seems to be drilling holes into you with their eyes.

You quickly look away and stab your fork into your salad.

“Damn, I didn’t want this kind of attention.”

“You’re already popular.”

“Yeah, but I don’t want to be famous just for being Haechan’s next girl!”

“Oh, baby, believe me, this is a completely different case,” you ignore Ningning and continue eating, letting everything else fade into the background.

“You’re trying so hard, it’s hilarious,” Chenle says, settling into a seat at the kitchen table, eyes locked on Haechan.

The guys had gathered at Jeno and Jaemin’s place after university. Jaemin was still at the gym and Jisung still at uni, but the rest of them were here.

“What’s going on?” Jeno asks, while Renjun also looks over with curiosity.

“He made a bet with Chenle that he could date Y/N.”

Renjun laughs hard, nearly falling over onto Mark.

“Y/N?” He laughs again, and Chenle joins in. “She rejects the most popular guys, and you think she won’t reject you?”

“We went on a date!” Haechan shouts.

“So what? She goes on dates with guys, then it’s over. No one ever makes it to the final stage, Haechan. And you, of all people, definitely won’t.”

“Wanna bet on that too?” Haechan challenges, smirking.

Renjun scoffs but is still grinning. “I don’t waste my time on childish things like this.”

“We bet $800.”

“What?” Renjun exclaims, eyes widening. “Well, damn, I’m in!”

Laughter erupts around the room, and Mark sighs before adding, “If Jaemin finds out you guys are betting on Y/N, he’s gonna kill us. And for the record, I’m totally against this.”

“Everything will be fine, Mark. Just… please, no one tell Jaemin or Jisung.”

Everyone nods in agreement.

—

Your second date takes place at an amusement park. You mentioned that you love them a lot, and Haechan couldn’t miss this chance.

“It’s so beautiful and fun here,” you say as you walk through the park. It’s Sunday, and there are a lot of people around. Haechan stays close to you, making sure not to lose sight of you and to keep you from tripping. He frequently places a hand on your back and gently guides you forward. You feel a bit flustered by it but don’t show it. The same goes for Haechan.

“Do you want to go on that one?” you ask, pointing at a ride that spins people around.

Haechan gulps. In reality, he’s a bit afraid of extreme rides and often gets nauseous from them. He does like amusement parks, but he tries not to go on too many rides—one or two at most. He thought you’d be the same and that he wouldn’t have to endure too much.

But how wrong he was.

“Haechan, let’s go there!” You grab his hand and pull him toward yet another ride.

Haechan wants to cry. He can’t handle another one—his stomach is churning, and he’s holding on for dear life, all for yo- for the bet. And you’re too happy, too excited, too adorable today for him to say no. Besides, he doesn’t want to disappoint you when he’s the one who invited you here.

And yet, he’s at his limit. If he gets on one more ride…

“Y/N, wait.” He stops you, pulling you toward him, breathing heavily from running. You look at him, starting to worry.

“Are you okay?” You place a hand on his cheek, and he flinches at your touch.

“Yeah, I just… I’m tired. Can we just eat now?”

You pout—you really wanted to go on that ride.

“Just once? I’ve always wanted to try it, but I never got the chance. Just one time?” You smile sweetly, holding up a finger. He sighs in defeat and nods.

One time. He prays he won’t throw up.

“Haechan, why didn’t you tell me you weren’t feeling well?” You rub his back as he hunches over the toilet, trowing up. The moment you got off the ride, he suddenly clutched his stomach and muttered that he was going to be sick. Acting quickly, you rushed him to the public restroom.

“I didn’t want to say no to you,” he finally says, wiping his mouth and sinking down to sit on the floor.

“Huh? I’m not a kid; you could’ve just refused.”

“You looked too cute, and I wanted to make you happy.” He chuckles, but you glare at him.

“Happy? Are you happy now?”

Haechan sighs and lowers his head.

“I’m thirsty…”

“Thirsty? Wait, I’ll go get you something.” You stand up, but he grabs your wrist and pulls you back.

“Stay here. We’ll go together later.”

“You sure? You look awful.”

He looks up at you and smiles.

“You make me feel better.”

You freeze.

This is all for the bet… right?

It was a dark evening, and you were sitting on a bench near the park. Haechan felt better after drinking some water and getting fresh air. Naturally, you didn’t go on any more rides or walk anywhere else. You just sat there quietly, watching the bright lights shining from the amusement park.

“Why didn’t you tell me that rides make you sick?” you break the silence.

“I… You were having fun, and I was the one who invited you, knowing I’d feel bad. I just didn’t know you liked riding them so much.” Haechan chuckles, but you stay silent. He notices and wipes the smile off his face before continuing.

“Sorry, I didn’t expect it either. The last time I threw up at an amusement park was when I was eighteen.”

You turn to him.

“Because after that, you stopped going on rides?”

Haechan is surprised by your tone and slowly nods.

“Yeah.” He smiles again, trying to make it seem like a joke.

“You really are an idiot. Don’t lie to me again.”

He nods and turns back to the view.

“To be honest, I do go on rides, but only once or twice. I didn’t expect you to love them this much.”

“I’m scared of them.”

“What?”

“I’m really scared of them, but sometimes I push through my fear and force myself to ride, reminding myself that I only live once. And I thought you enjoyed them too, so I kept going, even though I wanted to stop after the third one.”

Haechan suddenly laughs—loudly, throwing his head back.

“What’s so funny?” you frown.

“We both forced ourselves to do something we couldn’t handle… for each other. It’s funny and kind of stupid.”

You scoff, and he grins.

“Want some ice cream?”

You nod, and he stands up, holding out his hand.

“Let’s go.”

And you take it.

—

You quickly step into the apartment, slamming the door shut behind you and leaning your back against it. You stand there for a few minutes, staring blankly ahead, until Ningning comes out of her room and looks at you with questioning eyes.

“Are you okay?”

“Nings, is Haechan always this open with his partners?”

“Open? What do you mean?” Ningning sits on the couch and gestures for you to join her. You give in and flop down beside her with a heavy sigh.

“He told me about his fears… and some personal things.”

“Haechan?”

“Yeah.”

“I—”

“He never shares personal stuff with anyone.”

A sudden male voice interrupts, making you turn toward the sound. Jaemin walks in with a grin and sits down next to you.

“Jaemin? What are you doing here?”

“Came to play with Ningning,” he says casually as she nods and turns on the PlayStation.

“So… my plan is working, and he’s starting to like me,” you lean back, smiling widely before bursting into laughter.

Ningning looks at you in horror, then shifts her gaze to Jaemin, but he only shrugs and smirks before turning back to the game.

—

“Why is he doing this? Jaemin could easily see them,” Mark clicks his tongue as he, Chenle, and Renjun watch from the corner of the cafeteria. You were standing there with Haechan, who had just walked up to you like usual and handed you your juice. You had told him to stop because it was awkward, but he didn’t care.

“Especially now—rumors will spread, and everything will definitely go downhill.”

“Mark, stop stressing so much already,” Chenle laughs, nudging his shoulder. Mark had always been the voice of reason, constantly stopping his friends from getting into trouble. So it wasn’t surprising that he was desperately trying to put an end to this, especially knowing that you were Jisung and Jaemin’s best friend.

“What is he doing?”

The boys jump as Jaemin suddenly approaches them. He doesn’t react to their startled faces, just keeps his eyes fixed on you and Haechan.

“Why is he talking to Y/N?” Jaemin’s intense gaze burns into the two of you, and the boys start panicking. Chenle scrambles to come up with an excuse and is about to say something when Haechan starts heading back toward them.

Halfway there, he spots Jaemin and stops in his tracks. They stare at each other for a moment before Haechan decides to keep walking, approaching the group.

“What were you doing with her?” Jaemin asks directly, and the air around them tenses.

Classes had already started, and they should have all left by now, but no one moved.

“I was just talking to her.”

“About what?”

“Am I not allowed to talk to her?”

“I don’t see any situation where you would need to talk to Yoon, Haechan.”

Haechan freezes at the coldness in his friend’s tone, swallowing hard as Jaemin continues.

“If you’re planning to make her just another one of your girls for a few days, you better stop now.”

“I’m not planning that, Jaemin. She’s different for me.”

Silence hangs in the air as Jaemin completely ignores Haechan’s words.

“Don’t do anything stupid, and if you dare hurt her, I don’t care that you’ve been my best friend since childhood, Donghyuck.”

With that, Jaemin brushes past him, bumping his shoulder slightly before walking away, leaving Haechan standing there, staring at the floor, unsure of what to feel.

—

Idiot: hey, wanna go for a walk?

angry princess: rn? I don’t mind :)

You were strolling through the park, talking about everything and nothing. You still secretly annoyed each other, but your relationship had shifted slightly. Haechan used to think you were just a nerd and a weirdo, but over time, he realized you were completely different—just as Jisung had said. He didn’t have feelings for you, or so he told himself, but for some reason, he wanted to do everything for you. He convinced himself that he was only putting in so much effort to win the bet and rub it in that annoying Chenle’s face.

The weather was nice at first, but without you noticing, it started to change—dark clouds rolled in, and soon, it began to rain. Haechan took off his jacket and draped it over you.

“Sorry, I didn’t know the weather would be like this today.”

You had planned to spend the whole day outside, even wearing a skirt and a top, but luck was not on your side. As you made your way toward Haechan’s car, the rain turned into a downpour, and you both started running. Completely drenched, you jumped into the car, laughing at the situation you found yourselves in.

As Haechan settled into the driver’s seat and shut the door, you watched him closely. Feeling your gaze, he turned to face you. You stared for a long moment before reaching out, brushing his wet bangs from his eyes. He froze under your touch, his gaze locking onto yours.

Slowly, you started leaning toward each other. Haechan’s eyes flickered from yours to your lips and back again, as if silently asking for permission. You gave a slow nod.

Without wasting a second, he leaned in, pressing a soft, testing kiss against your lips before pulling away to gauge your reaction. Without hesitation, you grabbed him by the neck and kissed him properly.

The kiss was gentle and unhurried, both of you moving in sync as you melted into each other. Haechan wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer. In this kiss, it felt as if he was finally doing something he had wanted to do for a long time, and you didn’t hold back either. After a few minutes, you both pull away, breathing heavily. You look at each other, and in his eyes, you see either the reflection of the streetlights outside or his own shimmering gaze.

“Wow…” That’s all Haechan manages to say, clearly at a loss for words. You laugh and lean back against the seat. A brief silence follows before he speaks again.

“I guess I should be grateful for not checking the weather. If I had, I wouldn’t have gotten a kiss from you.”

“Yeah, but we’re probably going to get sick—especially me.” You gesture to your skirt, and Haechan lowers his gaze.

“Oh, wait a second.” He reaches into the backseat and pulls out a black hoodie. Without hesitation, he drapes it over you and turns on the heater, making the car warmer. You look at him, surprised.

“Isn’t this the hoodie you always wear?”

He nods. “Yeah, it is.”

Silence fills the car again until Haechan breaks it.

“Can I kiss you again?”

You smile and nod, and just like that, you spend the rest of the rain-soaked night kissing in his car until the storm finally passes.

Haechan walks into his apartment, where his friends are already lounging on the couch, watching a movie. Mark had a spare key, and they had texted earlier about coming over in the evening, so it wasn’t surprising to see them there.

As soon as Chenle notices him, he practically yells, “Haechan! How was the date?”

Haechan stiffens at the question, his steps slowing as he heads toward his room.

“Nothing special, just the usual,” he mutters, trying to sound nonchalant. He quickly disappears into his room, leaving his friends staring after him in confusion.

The moment he shuts the door, he leans against it, pressing his hands to his cheeks. A huge grin spreads across his face, and before he can stop himself, he blurts out, “I kissed her.”

Realizing how loud he was, he slaps a hand over his mouth, his eyes darting toward the door as if making sure no one heard him. He could’ve gone out there and told them everything, declared his victory in the bet right away—but for some reason, it didn’t feel right. This moment wasn’t about the bet anymore. It was something just between the two of you, and he wanted to keep it that way.

After changing into something more comfortable, he falls onto his bed and grabs his phone. He types out a quick message before drifting off to sleep.

idiot: goodnight 💖

idiot: let’s meet somewhere private tomorrow, I need to tell you something

idiot: sleep well :)

Haechan offered to be your boyfriend.

At the start of the day, you both agreed to meet in an empty room, and there, he asked you to be a couple. Of course, you said yes, silently praying that your relationship would last more than two weeks.

The first few days were quiet—you didn’t hide, but you didn’t flaunt it either. But then, one particular day turned into chaos. Rumors about your relationship spread like wildfire. Whenever you or Haechan walked through the hallways, people stared and whispered. You didn’t like the attention, but you had expected it, so you quickly accepted it.

What shocked everyone wasn’t just the fact that someone was dating—it was who was dating. Two complete opposites. Most of all, people couldn’t believe that you, the infamous untouchable, had given a chance to the university’s biggest player. That’s why the gossip was louder than ever.

Then, on the university’s website, someone made an anonymous post about you two. It gained tons of likes and comments. You didn’t care much about people’s opinions, but one comment managed to get under your skin.

catJlover: maybe they just made a bet on each other, and now they’re forced to “be together”? ;)

“What?” You frowned and clicked on the comment. It already had three dislikes, making you scoff. “Right, of course.”

catJlover: maybe they just made a bet on each other, and now they’re forced to “be together”? ;) (0 likes, 4 dislikes)

“Haechan! Why didn’t you tell us you two were dating?!” Chenle burst into the empty classroom where Haechan and Mark were sitting.

Haechan smirked and lazily lifted his gaze, noticing that Jisung and Renjun were following closely behind.

“Isn’t it more fun to find out this way instead of hearing it directly from me?” he grinned.

Chenle scoffed and sat on the desk in front of him.

“I can’t believe you actually won the bet,” Renjun said, making Haechan freeze. His eyes darted to Jisung, who stood silently next to them—his best friend, the one person he didn’t want to find out.

Renjun noticed Haechan’s panic and quickly reassured him.

“He knows. Chenle told him.”

“Why?” Haechan shot a glare at the younger boy, who only shrugged.

“He asked. He already had suspicions.”

Haechan hesitated before looking at Jisung carefully, his voice cautious.

“Are you mad?”

Jisung chuckled.

“Of course I’m mad, Haechan.”

Haechan lowered his gaze, but Jisung continued before he could spiral.

“I just hope you either end this without suspicion… or do what I actually want you to do.”

Before Haechan could ask what that meant, Chenle suddenly spoke up.

“Hey, you need to prove that you two are actually dating.”

Everyone turned to him with questioning looks.

“What? Everyone already knows we’re dating,” Haechan said, frowning.

“Only by words, right?” Chenle glanced around before hopping off the desk.

“You could’ve just convinced her to play along and split the winnings with her.”

“What kind of nonsense—”

“I don’t buy that she rejected Sungchan but agreed to date you.” Chenle crossed his arms. “I need pictures or at least to see a kiss myself.”

“Hey! You pervert!” Renjun smacked him, making Chenle hiss in protest.

“I’m not! Just think about it—it’s really weird that we haven’t seen them up close! I still don’t believe it, and I need photos,” Chenle grinned, making Haechan roll his eyes.

“Fine, you’ll get your pictures. But after that, you give me my money immediately.”

Chenle nodded but then added, “Actually, you know what? I need a video of you two doing it, because you could just do a quick peck, and that doesn’t co—”

Renjun smacked him again, this time harder.

Haechan laughed, grabbing his bag as he got up to leave.

“I’ll send them tonight.” And with that, he walked out.

“Tonight? That fast?” Chenle raised an eyebrow.

“Maybe they actually are dating… Well, at least for Y/N, it’s real.”

Jisung watched Haechan leave, biting his lip in frustration.

—

idiot: babe

idiot: wanna come over tonight?

idiot: I’ll order pizza, and we can watch a movie.

angry princess: come over? to your place?

idiot: yeah

angry princess: oh um

angry princess: I guess yeah, sure. Will you pick me up?

idiot: of course, when does your last class end?

angry princess: 5:45 PM

idiot: I’ll be waiting at the gate.

You sat on Haechan’s couch, waiting for him to return from the kitchen. The fact that he had invited you over to his place still caught you off guard. You had even texted your friends to ask if he did this with all his girlfriends, but Jaemin had quickly replied, saying no—he only let in the closest people. That made you uneasy.

You couldn’t figure out whether Haechan actually had feelings for you or not. But you quickly pushed those thoughts away, focusing on the most important thing—keeping this relationship going for as long as possible. You weren’t even sure what you felt about him. In fact, you had forbidden yourself from feeling anything more than hate.

Speaking of which—you don’t really hate him now. And it pissed you off.

He was too kind to you. Too attentive. He even remembered little details about you, which was surprising, to say the least. You felt lost in this whole situation but reassured yourself that it would all be worth it soon, and you’d spend your winnings on new clothes.

“Hey, sorry I took so long.”

Haechan walked in, placing two glasses and a plate of snacks on the table.

“I’ll order us some food now. What do you want?”

He sat down next to you—so close that your heart skipped a beat.

“I’d like a double-cheese pizza and a large fries.”

He smiled, nodding, and for a second, you caught yourself thinking that his smile was really cute.

—

Some time later, you were both sitting there, eating, watching a horror movie. Neither of you liked romance movies, though your reasons were different and understandable. So horror was a fair compromise.

The truth was, you loved horror movies. But you were also terrified of them. You expected to flinch and scream during the jumpscares like you always did.

The movie you picked was creepy and unsettling. You were doing your best to keep quiet, but—

“AHHH!”

You jumped as Haechan suddenly grabbed onto you, hiding his face in your shoulder.

“Haechan?…”

You hesitantly touched the top of his head. He slowly peeked up at the screen, clearly embarrassed.

“God, sorry, I wasn’t expecting that jumpscare.”

“That wasn’t a jumpscare?”

Haechan awkwardly leaned back, pulling the blanket over himself. You both continued watching in silence until a real jumpscare popped up. This time, he didn’t just grab your hand—he completely wrapped his arms around you.

You froze. The TV blared with horrifying sounds, but he didn’t let go. In fact, he only held on tighter.

“You know, if you wanna cuddle, you can just say so.”

Haechan pulled away slightly, looking at you. But before he could respond, another loud scream came from the TV, and he flinched right back into your shoulder.

You laughed, patting his arm.

“Okay, so you’re actually scared.”

“Aren’t you scared too?” he mumbled into your neck.

“I am jumpy, and yeah, I’m scared. But you’re freaking out so much that I don’t even get a chance to be scared first.”

You laughed even harder. Haechan pouted.

“I just didn’t expect it to be this scary… Let’s turn it off, please?”

He looked up at you with those puppy-dog eyes, and you widened yours in disbelief.

“What? Then what are we gonna do? I actually like the movie.”

“Kiss?” Haechan replied instantly, leaning in closer. “I missed you.”

You blinked, caught off guard. And he took advantage of your hesitation, pressing his lips to yours.

Right then, another horrifying scream erupted from the TV, scaring both of you. Haechan groaned, pulled away, and angrily turned the TV off. Then, he immediately returned to you, shifting positions—pulling you onto him.

That’s when you realized—he wanted you to sit on his lap.

“Come on, sit on my lap, please.”

You hesitated but eventually nodded, adjusting yourself onto him. His hands found your waist, fingers tracing soft patterns on your sides. He kissed you again, this time deeper, more insistent, more intoxicating.

Your hands moved up to his neck, pulling him even closer—though there was barely any space left between you two.

When you finally pulled away, you both just stared at each other, soaking in the moment.

“I wanna capture you on camera right now.”

You said it without much thought—Haechan just looked so good, lips swollen, cheeks slightly flushed. But the second those words left your mouth, something clicked in his mind.

A perfect opportunity.

“Then do it. My phone’s on the table behind you.”

You stared at him, shocked.

“Seriously?”

“Why not? We barely have any pictures together, and right now, you look really beautiful—especially after our kisses. I want to remember you like this.”

You blush but still reach for his phone, turning on the camera.

“Should I stay like this?” you ask, and Haechan nods.

You lift the phone, adjusting the angle to find the perfect shot. Both of you pose, and you snap a few pictures.

“Let’s take a kissing photo,” Haechan suddenly suggests, tilting your face toward him with a smirk before leaning in.

You freeze for a second but quickly press the shutter button as he kisses you. Afterward, he grabs the phone, scrolling through the pictures. They looked straight out of Pinterest—effortless, natural, and breathtakingly intimate.

Haechan grins victoriously, but more than anything, he’s ecstatic that he now has proof for Chenle—and even better, the photos turned out genuinely stunning.

“Wow, these are really pretty,” Haechan says, showing them to you.

You don’t react immediately, just staring at him with a furrowed brow.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, confused.

You snap out of it, shaking your head. “Nothing. Just send them to me too.”

The rest of the evening is spent taking more photos and sharing kisses.

“Here, damn it.”

Haechan tosses his phone onto the table in front of Chenle, who instantly snatches it up, scrolling through the pictures. Mark and Renjun lean in from both sides, trying to get a look as well.

“So, does this mean I won the bet?” Haechan asks nonchalantly, grabbing a fork and digging into a salad that was already on the table.

“Hey! That’s my salad!” Renjun yells, shoving him off the chair.

Chenle, still scrolling, raises a brow. “Why did you take so many pictures?”

Haechan just shrugs, a small smirk playing on his lips.

“So you’d be absolutely sure. Besides, she loves taking pictures—I couldn’t say no.”

Haechan takes his phone back, scrolling through the gallery again with a satisfied smile.

“Did you send her the pictures?” Jisung suddenly asks.

Haechan hums in response, nodding. “Every single one.”

Jisung chuckles quietly, shaking his head.

“WHAT?! He never allowed anyone to take pictures with him! At least I’ve never seen any posts with his girlfriends!” Ningning practically yells, staring at your pictures along with Karina.

“Right!” You announce proudly, snatching your phone back. “And seriously, what do you mean he didn’t let people take pictures with him? Is he some kind of idol or something?” You scoff.

“Hey, I wasn’t done looking!”

“Wait, seriously?” Karina asks, narrowing her eyes.

You nod enthusiastically. “Yep, weird, right?”

“Super weird.”

“Yeah, but honestly, I don’t care. I already won the bet, so Ningning?” You tilt your head at her with a smirk. She huffs in frustration.

“It hasn’t been three weeks yet.”

“Well, it’s almost three weeks, so get your money ready.”

“Wait—he followed you?”

She clicks on his profile, checks his following list, and sure enough—your username is right there.

Ningning looks up at you with a shocked expression, and Karina covers her mouth in disbelief.

Meanwhile, you just stand there, confused. ”…Why are you guys looking at me like that?”

—

“Are you going to Johnny’s party?” You walk beside Haechan through the cafeteria, talking about your weekend plans. Johnny threw two huge parties every year, and this time, the date happened to fall at the end of the semester.

“Not sure. I don’t really feel like going this time. What about you?”

You and Haechan had been holding hands the entire time, and people still stared at you both. Of course, the rumors had died down a little, but they still lingered. Not that either of you cared anymore—probably.

“I can’t miss it, and I wanted to go with you this time,” he says with a smirk. “We’d be like the ultimate power couple there.”

You laugh, and he smiles, squeezing your hand. “I’ll think about it.”

And in the end, you agreed.

Haechan offered to pick you up so you could go together, but you wanted to go with the girls. He then suggested driving all three of you, which made them ecstatic—especially Ningning, who was already planning how she would interrogate Haechan the whole way.

“No, Ningning, stay quiet, or I’ll tell him not to drive us.” You point a finger at her while getting ready.

“Ugh, so boring! I need to make sure everything’s real!”

“I literally showed you our pictures!”

Karina laughs as you two argue.

“What if it’s AI? You know, technology is getting crazy nowadays.”

You click your tongue and shove her lightly. “Just be quiet the whole ride, okay?”

“Fiiine.”

Still, you had a feeling she wouldn’t last even five minutes in the car.

“What do you like about her?”

Fine.

“Everything? I can’t choose just one thing.” Haechan answers uncertainly as he drives you all to Johnny’s house.

You, Ningning, and Karina are crammed into the backseat because you refused to sit away from the girls—mainly because you wanted to keep an eye on Ningning. Unfortunately, she’s sitting on the other side of Karina, making it difficult for you to reach her. Not that it stops her from breaking her promise—she started interrogating Haechan the moment you got in the car.

“Not even one thing? That’s kind of suspicious…”

“Ningning!” You hiss at her, ready to smack her, but then Haechan suddenly says—

“Her voice.”

All three of you turn to him.

“My voice?” You echo quietly.

He nods, glancing at you through the rearview mirror. “You have a really beautiful voice. I’m in love with it.”

Karina and Ningning share a look, and you feel your face heating up. But before you can say anything, Ningning strikes again.

“Okay! The real question. Do you see a future with Y/N? Like, marriage? Kids? Dogs? Cats? A house on an island?”

“Ningning, shut up!” You practically yell at her, smacking her while Karina gets squished in the middle.

Haechan laughs loudly as he stops at a red light. You expect him to brush it off or joke around—after all, things between you two weren’t that serious.

But then he surprises you.

“Yeah, I do.” His voice is calm, like he’s just stating a fact. “I don’t know about kids or pets, but living with her and getting married? I’d like that. But we need to finish university and get jobs first.”

You stare at him in disbelief. The girls exchange shocked glances, but Haechan just keeps driving like he didn’t just drop a bomb on you.

The rest of the ride is completely silent.

“Be careful, and call me if you need anything, okay?” Haechan adjusts your bomber jacket on your shoulder, smiling at you.

You’re still stuck in your thoughts, processing what he said in the car. You just stare at him, too stunned to react.

“Are you okay?”

“Huh? Oh—yeah, yeah, I’m fine. I’ll call you if anything happens, yeah. Go to your friends.” You mumble quickly before hugging him and practically running off to find the girls.

Haechan watches you go, completely confused.

—

“I’ll transfer you the money tomorrow,” Chenle says, taking a sip of his cocktail.

“Money?” Haechan turns to him, confused.

“The bet. The money you won from the bet.”

“Oh… that money…”

“Did you seriously forget?” Chenle raises a brow.

“Looks like he’s actually in love,” Jeno comments, smirking.

Haechan flinches like he’s been doused in boiling water. “What? No. I don’t need her, and I’m not in love.”

“Then why have you been staring at her all night?” Jeno teases.

“I’m not staring.”

“Sure.”

Haechan frowns, sinking into his drink.

“You even let Y/N post the pictures?” Chenle suddenly asks, making all the guys grab their phones.

Confused, Haechan takes his out too and opens Instagram.

There it is—your post from that night, tagged with his name.

“With Donghyuckie💕”

His breath catches.

No one called him Donghyuck. He never let anyone do that.

He scrolls to the comments, and people are freaking out.

“Haechan finally let his girlfriend take pictures with him?”

“I was starting to think he was a virgin pretending to be a player.”

“Y/N is so brave for doing this.”

Oh yeah. You were very brave.

Haechan suddenly stands up and storms off to find you.

“Haechan!” Renjun calls after him.

Chenle watches him leave, sipping his drink. “Guess he wasn’t lying when he said he doesn’t like sharing his personal life.”

Jisung hides a small smile from the corner of the room.

You wanted to go home. You didn’t know what happened, but you had drifted apart from all your friends, and everyone went in different directions. It had been exactly three weeks since you were with Haechan, and Ningning had given you the money after car incident. So, you finally decided to get back at Haechan for your hoodie and post your photos. He was known for not taking pictures with girls, and that bothered you more than anything. Besides, he had allowed you to take pictures and even sent you. He shouldn’t be against it, right? And honestly, you didn’t care anymore. You just wanted to end it once and for all, so you hit the “post” button.

“Someone liked your post!”

You smiled and leaned back on the couch. Then, a guy sat next to you. You opened your eyes and sighed. It was the guy who had been bothering you for a while. He kept trying to flirt with you, and you just stayed silent, praying he’d leave you alone.

“Leave Haechan. I don’t even get why you’re with him. Did he give you money? I can give you more! I have more than he does!” he says, moving closer and placing his hand on your shoulder.

“Move away from her,” you hear a rough voice from above, and you see it’s Haechan. The guy, seeing him, slowly pulls his hand away and turns fully to face him.

“Who are you?” the guy squints, then recognizes him. “Ah, it’s Lee Haechan!” The guy stands up and extends his hand, but Haechan ignores him and pulls you by the hand towards him. He places his arm around your shoulder, clearly protecting you, and glares at the guy across from him.

“You know, I’ll just wait until you break up with her like you always do, and then I’ll have my chance,” the guy winks at you and walks away. Haechan wanted to follow him after hearing that, but you stopped him.

“Forget it. That idiot has been chasing me for a year, and he won’t stop.”

“If he bothers you again, tell me immediately, okay?” You nod, and Haechan suddenly grabs your hand and leads you out of the house.

“What are you doing?” you scream, frightened, but Haechan’s strength is greater, and you can’t break free from him. As you walk, someone from the crowd shouts:

“Oh, it’s that girl of Haechan, Y/N, who posted their revealing photos!” The crowd turns toward you, and everyone starts screaming and whistling. Haechan stops and stares into space. You look around and see a crowd of drunken students. Then you turn to Haechan and hear him swear before finally pulling you out of the house.

Outside, he lets go of your hand and stands with his back to you.

“What are you doing?”

“What’s your deal?” he finally looks at you, and you get scared. He was serious, and his tone was harsh. “Why did you post the photos?”

You raise an eyebrow. “I’m your girlfriend. I wanted to do it.”

“You should have asked me for permission.”

You laugh. “You sent them to me. That’s permission.”

“Y/N…” He sighs and messes up his hair with his hand.

“Just delete them, okay?” He didn’t want to get angry at you, but the situation threw him off balance, and he didn’t know how to react. He felt exposed right now, like he was completely vulnerable.

“I don’t want to, Haechan.”

“What?”

“I don’t want to. It’s my profile.”

He stays silent, not knowing what to say.

“I don’t understand why you’re acting like this. Are you a star, a K-pop idol or something?”

“It just makes me uncomfortable.”

“Uncomfortable when your girlfriend posts pictures with you?”

“It makes me uncomfortable when everyone sees me.”

“What? You’re literally popular in…”

“I know, and it pisses me off, Y/N!” You flinch as he snaps.

You flinch at his shout, not expecting such a sharp outburst of emotion. Haechan breathes heavily, looking at you, and you see his jaw clenched tightly.

“You don’t understand,” he continues, but now in a quieter tone, almost exhaling his words. “I hate it when people invade my life. My relationships. Me.” Haechan felt like everything he had built was falling apart and everyone had seen the real him. He created the bad boy image to keep everyone away, but then you came into his life and ruined everything.

You roll your eyes. “You’re acting like a child. It’s just a photo, Haechan, stop dramatizing.”

He clicks his tongue in irritation and looks away. “It’s not just a photo. It’s… I don’t want everyone talking about me and you.”

You cross your arms over your chest. “Too late. They’re already talking. So what now? I’m not going to delete them just because you suddenly decided you’ve got star syndrome.”

Haechan looks at you again, but now his gaze isn’t just angry — there’s something in it that’s almost disappointment.

“Do you want to piss me off on purpose?”

“No, I just want to do what I want. Like you always do.”

You both fall silent, and the tension between you seems almost tangible. He doesn’t move, but you see his fingers clenching into fists.

“Fine,” he finally says. “Do what you want.”

He looks at you for a couple of seconds before suddenly turning and walking away, leaving you standing alone.

You watch him walk to his car, but you didn’t want to leave things like this. You told yourself you would finally let him go, but something held you back. You believed he was truly in love with you, and you had treated him this way. You ran after him. You grabbed his hand and turned him toward you.

“Haechan,” you see his glassy eyes, and your heart breaks.

“Sorry, I’ll delete the photos,” you say, and he suddenly hugs you tightly. You feel his tears on your shoulder, and you hug him back.

“I love you,” he whispers. You flinch, pulling away slightly to look into his eyes. He looks at you, and then you both kiss.

Can I come to your place?” you unexpectedly asked, and Haechan, already forgetting everything, looked at you in surprise.

“To mine…?”

“Yes, I don’t want to be alone today, especially since Karina and Ningning might not come either.”

“Yeah, of course.

You don’t know how it happened, but as soon as you entered the apartment, you and Haechan immediately started kissing and he pressed you against the wall in the hallway. Everything was calm and quiet until the door closed and you attacked each other. It’s surprising that you were thinking about the same thing all the way and now you were devouring each other.

You screamed when Haechan abruptly picked you up and carried you to the bedroom. There he laid you down and hung over you without tearing off the kiss. You stroked his whole body with your hands and pulled him towards you. Then he pulls away from you and, breathing heavily, looks you straight in the eye.

"You.. Haechan seemed scared and very embarrassed, which surprised you because it seemed to you that he was always confident in such situations.

"Yes, very much." you answer and pull him towards you, but he moves away again.

"Are you sure? If something is wrong, will you tell me?" You're taken back by his behavior

"Yes, I will," he nods and kisses you again.

Haechan’s Room. You open your eyes and see the ceiling of Haechan’s room in front of you. You slowly sit up and try to remember what happened last night. Without realizing it, you start kicking your legs and smiling, then lie back down on the bed, burying your face in the pillow.

“Oh my God, we did it. We were really together all night. Oh my God!” You shake with happiness on the bed but then suddenly sit up again.

“Wait, where’s Haechan?” You look around the room and listen carefully, wondering if the water in the bathroom is running or if he might be in the kitchen, preparing something. But there’s complete silence. You sigh, and suddenly a notification pops up on the phone—not yours, but Haechan’s. You look at it, then turn away, lying back down and wrapping yourself in the blanket. The notification comes again, then again, and again, and again.

“Oh my God!” You throw off the blanket and grab Haechan’s phone to turn off the sound, but then you see a message from some chat, and you notice Mark’s photo profile.

big (small) chenle: hey, are you both done fucking? It’s morning already.

big (small) chenle: we saw you two kissing by the car ;)

my boy: I’m pretty sure they’ve done, chenle…

big (small) chenle: so why isn’t he answering??

renjunnie: If they did, I would be so shocked that he went this far with the bet.

The bet?

Your heart drops, and you hear another notification.

big (small) chenle: Me too, dude. I didn’t want to lose money on him.

The bet.

The fucking Lee Donghyuck did the bet on you.

Suddenly, you feel a sharp pain in your head and start shaking. You drop the blanket and grab your clothes off the floor as quickly as possible, trying to escape this place.

Haechan enters the apartment, places a bag on the floor, takes off his shoes, and walks into the bedroom with a smile.

“Y/N, you’re awake…” but you’re not there. He looks around for your things, but they’re gone. Did you leave? That fast? He approaches the bed and looks for at least a note from you, but there’s nothing. Haechan grabs his phone, and there isn’t a single message from you. Instead, there are tons of messages from his friends’ group chat. He sits on the bed and scrolls through the messages on the lock screen.

He reads what his friends wrote with some irritation because he didn’t want to call your relationship a bet, especially not after last night. Once he’s read everything, he puts the phone back on the nightstand and lies down on the bed. He lies there for a few seconds, staring at the ceiling, wondering why you left so quickly without warning him. Did he do something wrong? Was everything bad? Did he annoy you? Did you realize you needed to break up with him? Or…

Fuck no.

Haechan suddenly sits up and grabs his phone. He rereads the messages and it hits him.

You saw their chat. You found out it was a bet. You fucking found out that he made a bet on you.

Haechan quickly dials your number and calls, but your phone is off.

“Shit…” He rushes to the coat rack, grabs his jacket, and heads for the door. When he opens it, he sees his friends Mark, Chenle, and Renjun standing there.

“I’m sorry, I tried to convince them not to go to you,” Mark says.

“Y/N at home?” asks Chenle, and then Haechan explodes.

“No, she fucking left because of you idiots!” The guys look shocked, and Haechan continues.

“She saw what you were writing about. She now knows we made a bet on her.” Haechan starts shaking, and tears fill his eyes. The guys quickly react, pushing him back into the apartment while closing the door. Haechan can’t hold it in anymore and starts crying, falling to his knees on the floor, covering his face with his hands. The shocked guys sit beside him, and Renjun hugs him to comfort him while Chenle runs to the kitchen to get water.

“Haechan, calm down…”

The guys don’t understand why he’s reacting this way to your departure, considering he did it all for money. They were sure he felt nothing for you and that he was doing all these strange things just to make sure you’d stay with him. But now, seeing him like this, they start to rethink everything.

Chenle brings the water and hands it to Haechan. He takes it with trembling hands and drinks it quickly. Renjun gently strokes his back, and Mark sits opposite, watching him closely, waiting for him to speak.

“We… we slept together yesterday…” No one answers, and Haechan continues.

“I didn’t think she’d agree to it… I didn’t understand why she even agreed to be with me… I never understood it, and it hurts that I used her, even though I actually have feelings for her.” Everyone freezes. Haechan never loved anyone since school, and he never admitted it. That’s why he changed so many partners. He wanted to love and finally find the one, but every time he felt like a failure. He was convinced he would stay alone for the rest of his life, that he would never meet anyone, so he gave up on himself and everyone, becoming someone he wasn’t. Only his friends knew how soft and kind he really was, but the fear of being himself ate him up, so he created a completely foreign image for himself.

This bet was supposed to be just another distraction and source of entertainment for him. But somewhere along the way, something changed, and from the very first date, he began to genuinely like you. He started doing things for you sincerely, not for the win, even though he denied it to himself and refused to acknowledge it. After the first kiss, he didn’t even want to tell his friends about it, because for him, that moment wasn’t a bet—it was something much more important and personal. He finally felt love.

The guys listened to him in silence, and they hugged him for a long time, comforting him.

“He used me.”

You sit down on the couch in the empty apartment. The girls weren’t home yet, so you sat there alone, letting your emotions take over as you talked to yourself.

“Fuck,” you groan, leaning back and covering your face with your hands.

“I shouldn’t be reacting like this. I used him too. I made a bet on him too. I’m no better than he is.”

You stand up and head to the kitchen to get some water to calm yourself down. As you pour the water, you mumble under your breath again.

“I knew what kind of person he was. I should’ve guessed he would do something like this.”

You bring the glass to your lips, but as soon as you feel the warm tears rolling down your cheeks, you quickly wipe one away with your hand.

“Damn it… he used me this whole time!”

You slam the glass down on the counter and rub your face with your hands, trying to pull yourself together, but you can’t.

This whole time, you wondered why he treated you differently. Why he acted like you were special. You believed he was truly in love with you, but in the end, he only treated you that way because you were a challenge.

You grab your phone, ready to text Ningning and Karina, but you hesitate.

“If they find out he had a bet on me… I’ll lose my own.”

No. You can’t tell them.

Your tears fall again as you sit back down on the couch, curling into yourself. Just then, you hear the soft click of the door opening.

You flinch and quickly wipe your tears away.

It’s Jaemin.

“Y/N? What happened?”

You hide your face, but Jaemin moves quickly, sitting beside you and pulling you into his arms.

“Hey, I’m right here. It’s okay. What’s wrong?”

You don’t answer, just bury your face in his neck as he gently strokes your back.

“He used me.”

You couldn’t hold it in any longer. At the very least, you needed to tell Jaemin, knowing he would keep it a secret.

Jaemin freezes, his movements stopping as he hears your words.

“What do you mean…?”

You pull away slightly, looking at him with tear-filled eyes, and Jaemin feels his heart almost shatter.

“Haechan made a bet on me. I found out this morning when I was at his place.”

You wipe your tears while Jaemin stays silent, his hands gently rubbing your arms.

“But you know… I shouldn’t even be mad because I did the same thing. I used him too. It’s just… he acted so different. I actually believed it…”

“Do you have feelings for him?” Jaemin asks quietly.

You hesitate before finally speaking.

“We slept together last night.”

Now Jaemin’s heart completely breaks. He knew how hard physical touch was for you, even with friends. And now… an entire night with Haechan, who had only used you.

“That asshole,” Jaemin mutters, but you cut him off.

“Please don’t tell the girls. I at least want to get the money out of this.”

Jaemin nods, and for the rest of the day, he stays by your side, doing everything he can to distract you from the situation.

Two weeks had passed since that day.

You and Haechan hadn’t seen each other or texted even once. It was strange—there had been no real fight, no dramatic confrontation, yet you both silently agreed to ignore each other.

For you, it was a choice. You didn’t want to see him. For him, it was shame.

Before dating you, he had been in a dark place. During your relationship, he had felt healed, lighter, like a better version of himself. But now? Now he had fallen even lower than before.

He stopped talking to everyone. Stopped going to university. Stopped responding to his parents. Stopped gaming. Stopped leaving his room.

Stopped living at all.

His friends tried to pull him out of it, to get him to go outside, to do something, but he wouldn’t budge.

And you? You had tried to forget. Or at least to pretend you had. You went on with your normal life, spending time with the girls, keeping yourself busy. The money was still untouched, and they still didn’t know the truth. You had told them you and Haechan had a huge fight—because of you—and that’s why you broke up.

They believed you and left you alone.

Jaemin told you he wasn’t talking to Haechan either.

You were both suffering.

One Saturday evening, Haechan sat in the living room watching a drama. A romance, of course. Lately, that was all he could watch, imagining the two of you in place of the actors.

Tears pricked at his eyes as he buried himself deeper into his blanket. Then he remembered how you had once lain here beside him, wrapped in the same blanket.

His tears fell even harder.

Then, a knock at the door.

At first, he ignored it, assuming it was Mark or Chenle again. But the knocking grew louder.

“If that’s you, Mark or Chenle, just leave me alone. I’m not opening the door,” he called out, already turning away.

But then, a voice.

“It’s Jaemin.”

Haechan froze for a few seconds before slowly turning back. His hand hovered over the doorknob, hesitant, before he finally opened it.

Jaemin stood there, smiling.

Haechan blinked, confused. “Jaemin? What are you doing here…?”

“Can I come in?”

Haechan nodded, stepping aside and shutting the door as Jaemin walked in.

“I—”

“I know about the bet,” Jaemin interrupted.

Haechan stiffened, his head dropping as Jaemin stood with his back to him.

“She must’ve told you everything…”

“No. I knew from the start.”

Haechan’s eyes widened as Jaemin finally turned to face him.

“From the start…?”

“Yeah. Jisung told me.”

“But… he was in the shower when we talked about it,” Haechan mumbled.

Jaemin just shrugged and sat down on the couch.

“Are you mad?” Haechan asked, still standing near the door.

“At first, yeah. But then I found out Y/N had made a bet on you, too. So I wasn’t too worried—you weren’t the only one playing games.”

…What?

“She what? What are you talking about?” Haechan finally steps closer, standing directly in front of Jaemin, his face filled with confusion.

Jaemin smiles widely and lets out a small laugh.

“Haechan, did you really think you were the that only one?”

Silence falls between them, the tension in the air growing thick.

“What? Jaemin, what’s going on? Did you make a bet with her?”

“No, but I was the one who suggested it to her.” Jaemin sits down on the couch. “She didn’t know about your bet, and when Jisung told me, I was so pissed off that I wanted to go straight to you that day. But then I thought—why not make you taste your own medicine? She actually won, but she doesn’t even know it. You really fell for her, didn’t you?”

Jaemin stands up, looking directly at Haechan. Haechan doesn’t know how to respond. He just stands there, frozen in shock. Did you really do this? Did you go that far for a money?

“Do you think she would have posted your pictures if she didn’t mean it? She barely even posts herself.”

Tears start to stream down Haechan’s face again. He lowers his head, finally realizing that he deserved all of this. But at the same time… he feels relieved. Relieved that you didn’t suffer as much as he did.

“This all started because of you, Haechan. Because of your ego.”

“I’m sorry… I know I was an idiot.”

Jaemin steps forward and pulls him into a hug.

“You’re an idiot, but you’re a good idiot. We all know you can be better than this. And Y/N is suffering too, so instead of locking yourself in this room all night, maybe it’s time you go fix this mess.”

Haechan pulls away, looking at him in disbelief.

“Y/N is suffering? Why?”

Jaemin sighs. “You really are dense. I’m telling you—go to her and figure it out yourselves.”

—

Haechan came to the university.

That was all you heard throughout the morning, from every corner of the campus. Everyone was talking about it as if a god himself had descended upon this place. It wouldn’t have bothered you so much—if only people didn’t keep coming up to you with endless questions about your relationship.

“Where is Haechan?”

“Did you two really break up?”

“Do you actually love him?”

You clenched your jaw, your patience wearing thin with every passing second.

“Oh my god, can you all just back off? Don’t you have anything better to do?”

The entire hallway turned to look at you after your outburst, eyes filled with curiosity and shock. You froze for a moment, embarrassment creeping up your spine—until frustration took over again.

“Stop meddling in other people’s lives!” you shouted, voice firm and unwavering. “Whatever happens between us is none of your business, even if we are insanely popular. Mind your own damn lives, and don’t ever bring this up to me or Haechan again!”

Your sharp gaze swept over the stunned crowd. No one dared to speak. The silence was deafening.

Feeling the weight of their stares suffocating you, you turned on your heel and rushed into the nearest restroom.

Even after you left, no one moved. The air was thick with the shock of your words.

At the end of the hallway, Haechan stood still, watching everything unfold. His heart clenched. He wanted to run after you—to hold you, to tell you that you weren’t alone in this. But he stopped himself. You needed space. And he refused to make things worse when he was the reason you had to spill your emotions like that in the first place.

Haechan entered the cafeteria, and as soon as he did, Chenle jumped on him.

“Haechan, I missed you!” He hugged him tightly, and Haechan laughed, hugging him back.

“I missed you too, Chenle.”

Still, Haechan couldn’t bring himself to approach you the whole day. He spent the day walking around alone, sitting with his friends during lunch. He told them every detail Jaemin had shared with him.

“So, I actually won the bet?” Chenle exclaimed, and Renjun smacked him on the arm.

“No, you lost. The bet was about dating her, and Haechan went further,” Renjun replied, and Chenle raised an eyebrow.

“Aren’t you supposed to agree? You lost too.”

“Yeah, but for me, my friend’s happiness and mental health matter more,” Renjun responded.

Chenle frowned and turned away.

“You’re making me look like the bad guy.”

“And besides, Y/N wouldn’t have slept with him just over a regular bet,” everyone turned to look at Jisung, who had been quiet throughout the conversation. After Haechan explained everything, no one judged him for telling Jaemin about this. They understood that you were their best friend, and what he did wasn’t that bad. He could have just told you directly. Jisung was always honest and couldn’t lie, especially to who was close to him, which his friends really appreciated.

“Really?” Haechan asked quietly, and Jisung nodded.

“Moreover, she wouldn’t even have kissed you. She’s too uncomfortable with physical contact from guys.”

Everyone sat in silence, and Haechan smirked, simply nodding.

It was evening, and the whole university was heading home. You said goodbye to your classmates and walked to the exit. As soon as you stepped outside, a heavy downpour began, and all the students were running in different directions, making noise. You stood under the porch, sheltered from the rain, unsure of what to do. You didn’t even have a jacket with you. You looked around to see what others were doing. Some people, being smart, walked out with umbrellas, others draped their jackets over themselves, while some lifted their backpacks over their heads. You sighed — it seemed like you’d have to walk out and just pray you wouldn’t catch a cold the next day. But deep down, you kind of liked it. You loved the rain and being in it, especially during your sad periods.

You took a step forward, preparing to get completely soaked, but suddenly, you noticed that nothing was dripping on you, even though you were already outside. You looked up and saw a transparent umbrella, then noticed a hand and…

Haechan.

You both stood there for a few minutes, looking into each other’s eyes. You couldn’t believe you were finally seeing him again after such a long time. He looked so handsome. His eyes were sparkling — you couldn’t tell if it was because of the rain or if they were naturally that way. He wore a hoodie, and his bangs didn’t fully cover his eyes, so you could see his face clearly. You even noticed the raindrops on his cheeks.

Wait, raindrops!

“Hey, you’re going to get soaked!”

You grabbed the handle of the umbrella and rushed to him, bumping into his chest. Now, you were both standing under the umbrella, and neither of you would get wet anymore.

“Do you want to get sick?” you looked up and met his sweet smile.

“Why are you… why are you silent?” you stuttered, not knowing how to react to your closeness, but you couldn’t help it. You didn’t want him to get wet, and you didn’t want to get wet either.

“I missed you and your sarcastic tone.” Your heart skipped a beat when you heard his voice. It was a little hoarse and quiet because of the rain, but you could still hear it. Around you, there was no one else left; everyone had run off, leaving just the two of you.

“Let’s talk, please,” he said again, and you hesitated, nodding.

“Hey!” you heard a male voice from afar and turned around.

“Is it you two again? Why are you standing in the rain? Go home faster! Lee Donghyuck, if you get sick, I’ll still wait for you in class, even if you’re will be dying! So don’t even think about asking for a sick note!” It was Professor Kwon. You couldn’t help but laugh out loud, covering your mouth, while Haechan just stood still and didn’t move.

He shouted back, “I promise, Professor Kwon, I won’t miss another one of your lectures!” Then, he grabbed your hand, and you both ran to his car.

When Haechan gets in the car and closes the door, an awkward silence falls. You don’t dare to look at him and focus on what’s going on outside. He, on the other hand, sits still for a moment and then breaks the silence.

“Sorry.”

“Hm?” You turn to him, and he remains still, continuing:

“Sorry for betting on you. And sorry that you found out in the worst way.”

You remember that day and can’t help but smirk. You weren’t mad at him; you were mad at yourself, because you fell for someone you shouldn’t have. You were the one who got involved in the bet, you agreed to everything. You let him take you.

“You don’t need to apologize, I was the one who used you.”

You decide to tell him the truth, but he shakes his head, interrupting you.

“No, this bet started because of me. If it weren’t for me, and my idiot friends, especially Chenle, none of this would have happened. Jaemin wouldn’t have made you do all of this.” He finally looks at you, and you see his eyes glistening, but what concerned you more was this: does he know?

“You know about me?… How?”

He nods. “Jaemin told me everything. He made you the bet after hearing from Jisung that Chenle bet with me on you. So, it’s all my fault. I’m sorry.”

You turn your gaze to the windshield, trying to process everything he just said. You zone out for a moment, and Haechan patiently waits, trying to control his own feelings.

“I guess it’s also my fault,” you say quietly.

Haechan looks at you. “I could’ve kept my distance from you and not gotten too attached, but… I got too involved. I even kissed you, and what’s worse, slept with you. I made that choice because I fell for you, but honestly, I hoped you felt the same, so I freaked out.”

“You fell for me?” Heechan’s eyes widen, and you do the same, both of you staring at each other in shock.

“I-I… damn, isn’t it obvious?!” You curse and suddenly yell at him.

“I don’t know! Don’t yell at me, I’m just shocked!” he shouts back.

“Wasn’t your plan to make me fall for you? So don’t be shocked and accept your win.”

“Actually, it was your plan to make me fall for you, and it worked, so just accept the consequences.”

You both fall silent for a moment, then burst into laughter.

“My god, we’re idiots,” you cover your face with your hands, and Haechan leans back against the seat.

“At least I know you like me, that’s all I need.”

You stop laughing, and he feels your gaze on him.

Haechan sits up straight, his eyes falling on your lips. You do the same, slowly leaning forward. He takes the initiative and kisses you. You grab his neck, pulling him closer. He hesitantly places his hands on your waist and back before you break away.

“Why are you so shy now?”

“I don’t know… It’s my first time kissing a girl I like after confessing to her.”

You’re surprised.

“But you’ve had so many girlfriends.”

“They didn’t mean anything to me.” He kisses you again, and you respond.

“Y/N. Can I be your boyfriend?”

“Yes.”

“Haechan deleted all his posts!”

“What?! Where?”

“What’s going on?” you asked Karina, and she showed you Haechan’s Instagram. Instead of his 23 posts, there was only one group photo with his friends. And he added one of your photos from your walk together.

You took Karina’s phone and blinked.

“Why did he do that?”

“I think the only answer is you,” Ningning answered with a sigh.

“Nonsense. Why would he do that for me?”

“I want only Y/N to watch me,” Chenle appeared and threw his arm over Ningning’s shoulder. She pinched him in the side, and he yelped.

“He said that, and you know, he had such lovesick eyes, it was even annoying.”

“Does it annoy you when your friend is happy?” Ningning asks.

“What? Of course not! Why are you all making me out to be a terrible person? I was just joking…” Chenle pouts, and you all laugh.

“You know, Nings, I knew from the beginning that something was off when you were telling information about Haechan’s friends and him.” You glance at her, and she blushes.

“I knew too! Who would’ve guessed that you’re Chenle’s girlfriend?” Karina supports you, but then Ningning exclaims.

“In my defense, I wasn’t his girlfriend yet! I even ignored him! He was just running after me around the university and telling me everything. But about the bet, he didn’t say a word!” She gives an accusing look to her boyfriend.

“Sorry, I couldn’t say anything! Especially to a near stranger.”

“A near stranger?!”

They stop, and Ningning hits him. You and Karina laugh, but then you hear someone’s voice.

“Y/N!” A person suddenly jumps on your back, and you realize it’s Haechan.

“Where have you been? I’ve been looking for you,” he hugs you, and you sigh. Since you started dating, he hasn’t left your side. He literally follows you everywhere and always texts you. No one had ever seen this side of Haechan. He even started doing really well in studies and rose in the rankings, which amazed not only you and his friends but the entire university. He also became much closer with Jaemin again, even more than before. It made you happy to see the two your favourite people being together. He was still one of the most popular guys and in the spotlight, and after everyone found out that you two were back together, the rumors only grew. You became almost the most popular couple. But sometimes this brought problems. His fan girls would approach you and almost threaten you, but Haechan quickly found them and made sure they wouldn’t bother you again. And indeed, they stopped bothering you.

“Why did you delete all your posts?” Haechan tilts his head.

“Posts? Ah, why do I need them?”

“Um, I don’t know? You posted them before, so I thought they were important to you.”

“I posted them for attention, but now I don’t need that. Well, except from you, but I can just send you my photos privately. And it’s way better than Insta posts,” he winks at you, and you roll your eyes. You take his hand, and you both walk down the corridor. By now, you’re alone, since your friends went to their classes, and you two have a shared one.

“You know, I can’t believe I didn’t notice you before. It actually makes me angry,” Haechan says, and you smirk.

“You were obsessed with yourself.”

“No, I just hated that subject so much that I kept sleeping through it.”

“Yeah, and now you’re not sleeping, but staring at me.”

“How can I not look at the best and most beautiful girl in the world?”

“Okay, enough, this is getting too corny.”

“I don’t really care, you know.”

You sigh but laugh quietly. You reach the door, and he opens it for you, letting you pass.

“After you, milady.”

“Oh my God, shut up,” you walk into the classroom, and Haechan smiles and follows you in.

You both won something better than the bet.

[buckyalpine]

I love Bucky loving his body. I love Bucky loved by the team. I love Bucky having his happy ending with a family. Imagine Bucky lounging around the sofa with his little baby girl tucked in his arm, her sweet face covered in frosting after smothering half of her cupcake onto her cheeks. The icing is bright red just like Tony's suit and it's his birthday party afterall, so everything is in full swing. Most of the cupcake is squished between her fingers, very little actually making it into her mouth but Bucky doesn't mind. He chuckles, watching her with heart eyes as she happily smears it onto his crisp white shirt, babbling and cooing, now sucking her thumb.

He is absolutely unbothered by this, all he sees is his happy little baby with her cheeky smile licking up all the frosting just like her mama. While Bucky couldn't care less about his shirt, a few others certainly did.

"Better get dunk that shirt into a bucket of tide pens Barnes" Clint snorted.

"Actually the quicker you get it off, the less likely it is to stain. Take it off now" Tony's voice went from fatherly advice to a seductive growl making Bucky's face twist in amusement, pink starting to color his cheeks.

"Yeah, give the little munchkin to y/n and take it off. Cause of the stain" Nat agreed, cocking an eyebrow. You giggled watching the scene unfold before you, your husband growing bashfully shy.

"Can't hurt punk" Steve shrugged and Bucky's eyes nearly popped out of his head until he realized his best friend had been nursing a rather large glass of Asgardian mead. Tipsy Steve was always a little bit of a pervert...

"I-

"For the stain"

"I think you just want me to take my shirt off" Bucky huffed while you grinned, giving his cheek a peck before taking your little princess in your arms.

"Can't blame them handsome, c'mon, show em' how lucky I am" you whisper and that sells it. Couldn't hurt and since they were all asking...

"Just take it off!" Nat howled with a wink, a bunch of whistles when Bucky sighed, indulging the team a little. He unbuttons his shirt and hands it off to a genuinely concerned Sam who would normally make sure the shirt got sent to the cleaners but this is too good so he throws it into a bucket of cold water and is back within seconds.

"Good God"

"Jesus"

"You look fuckin' good terminator"

"Alright, alright" Bucky holds his hands up, unable to stop the way his ears are bright red, shaking his head when you blow him a kiss making him blush more.

"Body shots!"

"What?"

"Yes"

Tony's eyes glimmer with excitement, and Bucky snorts, loving the way you egg him on, his daughter also squealing with excitement.

"Go on Sarge, y'know you look good"

He lies down on the bar table, surrounded by just the team, abs beautifully flexed as Nat pours a generous amount of some type of alcohol right on his belly button.

"When else will we get this lucky" She says with a playful smirk while Steve cracks his knuckles.

"Why are you cracking your knuckles, what the hell do you plan on-

"ME FIRST" He doesn't give anyone a chance, face planting himself into Bucky's tummy, his lips sealed, drinking every bit of the burning liquor with a satisfied hum.

"How much has he had to drink"

"Who cares, me next"

"I think you've licked enough of my husband"

"You get him all the time, don't be greedy"

"That cute little chubby ball of frosting and giggles is enough evidence you get him every which way, besides isn't there another one cooking, y'can't have any now git"

"Blink twice if you need help"

"Bro looks like an angel"

"Why aren't you blinking"

"Crafted by the heavens"

"You like this, don't you"

Bucky can't help but chuckle, surrounded by idiots. Drunk idiots. His wife. His baby girl. Another little one on the way. All who love him. Would protect him. Life was good.

[misstycloud]

What about a yandere playboy x revenge-driven reader?

Yandere! Playboy is the guy on campus. How can he not be? He has everything a person could ever want. He is wealthy, handsome and has many friends. Best of all qualities; he’s great in bed.

Yandere! Playboy has been hitting beds for years now. He is young and has a right to live life to the fullest, so why shouldn’t he enjoy himself while he still can? His parents doesn’t approve of this behaviour but what can they do to stop him? Besides, he’s already told his father that he’ll find someone to settle down with when he’s older and fit to take over the company. He doesn’t want to lose the privileged life he has so it’s in his best favour to just do what his dad tells him to and find someone to marry later.

It wouldn’t reflect well on the company if its leader is a scandalous, immature playboy after all.

Yandere! Playboy who has been with most of the people on campus. The only exception are the ones he and his friends consider ‘too ugly’ or ‘just not up to standards’- which can be due to anything. It’s basically become a game by this point; who in the friend group can be the college’s number one player.

Yandere! Playboy who almost let his friend surpass him in that department. It was a close call. Good luck he found a cute girl in time so he could drive up his score just above his friend’s. He noticed her at a party. He hadn’t seen her around before so he guessed she was new. The girl looked very out-of-place, standing in a corner while everyone else were letting loose. Did she come alone? Whatever, it didn’t matter. Quickly he snatched her up. She definitely wasn’t the best he’s had, nowhere near it in fact. She was an average fuck at best. It was only after he’d brought her home and fucked her until she cried, that he realised his mistake. After the deed was done she was awfully clingy. She wrapped her arms around him and tried to nuzzle his neck, much to his dismay.

Yandere! Playboy hastily pushed her off and asked her what she thought she was doing. Confused, she responded that she just wanted to cuddle since what they did was so special. Oh no, he thought. She was one of those girls who thought hooking up once meant ‘relationship’. How could he be so stupid? He knew better than to take ‘sweet’ girls with him, they always ended up deluding themselves they were a couple. Sternly, he told her to get out. This made her confused and she wondered if she’d done something wrong.

“Yes, you’ve done something wrong.”

“What was it? Please tell me.” She whispered in a small voice.

He sneered at her. “You think we’re a couple now or some shit. Sorry to burst your bubble but we’re not together.”

The girl bit her lip, tears welling up in her eyes. “We’re…not? Then why would you-“

“-don’t think you’re special. I just didn’t want my pal’s fuck-score to get higher than mine and you were the first decent thing I could find.”

Afterward he kicked her out. He didn’t give a shit that she was crying. Her feelings didn’t matter to him. No one’s feelings mattered to him besides his own. It was her own fault for getting her hopes up. She was cute, don’t get him wrong. But she seemed way too much of a goody two-shoes for him.

Yandere! Playboy who went about life normally after that. Occasionally he did see his latest lay around campus but she never approached him, instead she chose to send him a sad glance now and then. Pathetic.

Yandere! Playboy had been so caught up with a bunch of school work, he swore the professors had it out for him. After all that tediousness he deserved a break. He needed to relax and there was only one way to do that correctly. Unfortunately his regular ‘buddies’ were unavaliable, he’ll have to find someone else tonight.

Yandere! Playboy who searched the room filled with dancing, intoxicated people. The constantly colour-switching lights made him dizzy. No matter how much he searched he could not see anyone who’d caught his interest. He was about to give up when someone finally got his attention. It was you. Gosh you were just gorgeous. Wow, he thought. He hadn’t seen anyone like you before. Luckily you appeared to notice him too. He seductivle licked his lips while staring into your eyes and was happy when you showed equal interest.

Yandere! Playboy who didn’t waste a minute and went right up to you. You were been hotter up close. This was going to be fun, he thought as he led you upstairs.

Yandere! Playboy was in shock. What the hell just happened? The morning light shone directly in his face but he couldn’t find it in himself to care. After he’d brought you to his room for what he’d imagined to be a usual fun night, he’d been fully surprised. You were nothing short of amazing. He couldn’t recall a moment when he’d ever felt so good. Usually he was the one to lead but you took over as if for was the most natural thing in the world. Never in his life had he been so thoroughly explored. The bruises on his body still ached when he moved.

He needed more.

Yandere! Playboy became obsessed afterwards. He had to see you again. All those years of sleeping around could never amount to the pleasure he felt that night with you and he desperately wanted to feel it again. Sadly, it was like you vanished. Did you not go to the same college? He asked around but no one knew you. Strange, he thought. Weeks passed and there was still no sign of you. He was incredibly pent up now. He had been focused on finding you that he hadn’t taken anyone home since. His friends thought he was acting way to obsessed with his random person and needed to calm down. Perhaps if he spent time with someone he’d cool off. They see him up to meet one of his regular ‘buddies’ who was more than happy to see him again.

Yandere! Playboy tried to recreate the experience with them but it didn’t work. They were all clumsy and didn’t know how to make anything feel good. He couldn’t even finish that time. Frustrated, he threw them out and told them he wanted to be alone. Why wasn’t it working? What went wrong? And why the hell couldn’t he stop thinking about you? It made him want to tear his hair out.

While he was deeply grumbling about his newfound problem, he was interrupted by a knock on his door. He shouted at the person to leave him alone but the knocking didn’t stop. He ripped the door open and was prepared to scream at the other person when his eyes widened in surprise. He was speechless.

There in the doorway stood you. You gave him a wicked smile, “Can I come in?”

Yandere! Playboy practically became your dog after that. He knows your name now, (Y/n). He shudders just thinking about it. Turns out you do go to another college and you’re not the most social person which explains why no one had heard of you. Not only are you fantastic on the outside, he finds you to be a wonderful person too. The more you’ve hung out, the more he’s gotten to know about you. He currently knows these five things: you always have a way to make him laugh, you share many hobbies(some which he can’t talk about even with his closest friends), you value his opinion, never talk down to him, and he absolutely loves you.

Yandere! Playboy who immediately cuts off his previous hook ups. You’re the only one for him. There isn’t a soul out there who can be your match. All of his friends have become so annoying. All they say is about how much he’s changed and it’s crazy how he’s doing a complete 180 for one single person. He ignores them. If they can’t see how perfect you are then that’s their loss, and he can’t be friends with them anymore. The only ones happy about this change are his parents.

He recalls his father saying, “So you’ve finally decided to be a real man and stop with your foolishness.”

“Yes. I have found my one and only love, the person I’m going to marry.”

His father nodded. Yandere! Playboy smiled. He had all intention to follow up with his statement. He loved you and based of your reactions around him, he’d say you loved him too.

Yandere! Playboy who was all giddy as he waited for you at the restaurant you’d decided to meet in. You had been hanging out for months now and he thought it was time to ask you to be his official partner(future spouse). It was a perfect setting. He has brought a bouquet of flowers and put on nice clothes. The ambiance was just right.

He waited.

You weren’t there yet, but sometimes you ran a little late.

He waited some more.

You still weren’t there. That’s all right! He’ll sit there until you arrive.

He sat in his chair long enough to see the staff send him pitiful looks. Where were you? It had been far too long for you to simply be ‘running a little late’. Did you get into an accident? He prayed nothing had happened to you. Quickly he pulled out his phone and sent you a text. Or well, he tried to.

‘Unable to send message’

What? He didn’t understand. Why wasn’t his text getting through? Did you…block him? No that wasn’t possible. There was no reason you would do that. You loved him. He loved you. You wouldn’t block him. All of his attempts to contact you went into the garbage. When he called; direct to voicemail. He tried looking for you, although that proved to be a lot harder than he thought. It was then he realised he had no idea where you lived. You were always at his place and he never questioned it. He went to your college and asked if anyone had seen you but they all said they didn’t know anyone by the name of (Y/n) who went there. Did you lie about where you went to school?

Yandere! Playboy who became depressed. He couldn’t find you anywhere. You had vanished, just like before. Except this time you never came back. His head was filled with questions. Where were you? Are you safe? Why did you leave him? Didn’t you love him too? He fell into despair. His parents wanted to help him and so did the friends he abandoned for you (they came back, he couldn’t understand why), but nothing they did helped. They weren’t you.

Please come back to him, he needs you.

————

A/n: for clarification, the girl in the beginning is reader’s friend.

[sleepy-little-stars]

andy speaks: caleb and the what r we thing cuz i wholeheartedly believe he's so down bad that he forgets to ask u out n just start planning ur wedding .. happy new years post in march 🫶

“get out of there. now.” 

after being apart for a long time, caleb was looking forward to finally spending new years with you again. it’ll be just like before! except, the two of you are well past the friends stage. long story short: upon reunion, he kissed you like it’s his last day on the planet and days and weeks after that, he doted on you every minute of every hour. he was always there tailing you like a puppy. you’re hungry? he’s already cooked your favorite meal and it’s waiting there on the table, still warm. bad day? he’s already at the door with his arms wide open for you to step into. need a distraction? no worries, caleb will never pass up on a chance to devour your lips (and soul) just so you can forget all your stress and worries.

all of those actions are really sweet of him. but there’s just one tiny problem. 

caleb has never officially asked you out. 

but here’s another problem. caleb already thinks the two of you are dating. you already do what lovers do, exclusively doesn’t that make you two.. well, lovers? while he’s out here thinking up your marriage and honeymoon place, you’re out here on the verge of crashing out because just what the hell are you two? you can’t just ask him outright, “caleb, what are we?” no, no. you don’t have enough backbone for that. is everything just casual? no, you can’t let chappell roan get into your head. but.. what if he’s just being friendly? a little too friendly. you’re confused, you're going insane, and you just wanna cry.

so what’s the best solution to your lovelife problems without confrontation and just the perfect timing of new years?

eat grapes under the table at exactly midnight in hopes that the romance aspect of your life flourish and prosper. in other words, finally have a boyfriend this year. or to be more specific, finally have caleb as your boyfriend this year.

which leads us to now. you shoving grapes into your mouth under the table, choking and cursing whoever started this tradition because who thought it was a good idea to make someone finish 12 whole grapes in one minute or else your wish ticket is void. 

“you’re going to choke to death.” caleb kneels down, tall frame bent and trying to fit under the table with you. when you retched on your eighth grape, caleb took away your cup and made you spit out on his hand. 

“why are you even eating grapes— choking on grapes? are you trying to start the year off with a bang?” he chuckles, his hand rubbing your back in circles. 

“i'm trying to get a boyfriend this year.” you replied between breaths. you take the cup of water from him (when did he get that? you don’t know) and gulped it down. 

caleb's brows furrowed, “a boyfriend? don’t you have me already?”

you look at him and sighed. “i'm trying to get you as my boyfriend this year.”

his brows furrowed even more, “.. are we not dating? i thought i was already your boyfriend?” he tucks hair behind your ear, hand lingering on the side of your neck.

“you haven’t asked me out yet.”

“do i have to ask you out?” he hums. “i could've sworn i was already too obvious.”

caleb leans in, lips grazing your cheek and a grin painted on his. “so, can i?”

“can you what?” 

“be your boyfriend, of course.” and there it is, that handsome boyish smile of his that never fails to make your heart skip a beat. instead of a verbal answer, you closed the gap between you two. 

guess that grapes already worked. despite you only being able to finish seven. oops.

bonus: 

“see, pip. grapes are more delicious if you eat them one by one.” he places a piece on your mouth. you chew with a grumble. “shut up."

“yeah? shut me up, then." he smiles, already bending down to nip at your shoulder.

"caleb!"

[obsessedwithceleste]

All’s Fair in Love and Quidditch

Theodore Nott x Ravenclaw! reader

Summary: All’s fair in love and quidditch. At least until Mattheo’s poorly aimed bludger knocks you off of your broom.

word count: 3.7k

©️ obsessedwithceleste. all works posted here belong to me and should not be reposted or copied in any way or form.

“Get your wand. Out of my face.” You growl between clenched teeth, glaring up at the tall boy in front of you whose wand was dangerously close to the tip of your nose.

Theodore Nott. You’d first met the boy in third year on the quidditch pitch after his team had beat yours. It had been a long and grueling match and the only reason they’d won is because of that bloody snitch. Ravenclaw had been up in points the entire match. You remember the boy smirking at you as you lowered your broom to the ground.

“Better luck next time principessa.” He’d said.

You’d taken that personally, and the very next week, you’d stolen the position of top of the class in potions from him. This had apparently acted as a declaration of war as the two of you began constantly finding ways to outdo one another.

You seethed with hatred for the boy. Constantly challenging you in classes, on the pitch, even at prefects meetings. You two simply could not see eye to eye; which he constantly reminded you was likely because he was well over half a foot taller than you. Bloody bastard. It didn’t help that the boy was aggravatingly handsome. A detail you couldn’t help but appreciate as he loomed above you. Still, you glare on.

Despite the immediate threat of peril, you remained surprisingly calm knowing that, while you and Theodore may be intense rivals, he’d never actually harm you. At least you hoped. You’d seen his knuckles bloodied plenty of times before, but he’d never harmed so much as a hair on your head. Yet.

Theo’s words shake you back into the present.

“Then get off the bloody pitch. Like we said, we have the pitch booked until 7.”

“No, we booked it starting at 6. We have a signed slip from Flitwick,” You retort.

You watch Theodore’s eyes flick over to the piece of paper Cho was now brandishing smugly before whipping around to his teammates behind him.

“What the hell Malfoy. You were supposed to have Snape reserve the field!” He shouts.

You roll your eyes at the bickering boys. This is one of the many reasons you disliked the male population of Slytherin house. Wildly disorganized, yet still expecting to have everything handed to them.

“I did! They must’ve bloody double booked it!” Draco replies, glaring at the paper.

“Well then it looks like either you all leave, or we’re sharing,” you say decidedly, much to the grumbling of your teammates.

Theo scowls at you. “We gathered as much thanks- we’re not idiots.”

You give the boy a sugary sweet smile. “You’re doing an awfully good impression of it then.” You reply, hoping that if you annoyed him enough, he’d leave already.

You watch the boy’s jaw and fists clench tightly as his scowl deepens before he turns and stalks off.

“C’mon. I’m not dealing with that bloody witch today.” He snaps at his teammates who follow hesitantly, but not before shooting some nasty looks over their shoulders.

Once they’re out of earshot, you hear your teammates burst into laughter.

“That was bloody brilliant!” One of your beaters calls out, leaning on his broom as he shakes with laughter.

“Oh y/n, he so likes you,” Cho snickers as she pushes past you onto the field.

Your jaw drops open at that and you rush after the girl.

“Excuse you, you can’t just walk off after dropping something so wildly ridiculous on me like that,” you protest, mirroring your friend as she hops on her broom and takes off into the air.

“Oh please. I could cut the sexual tension between you two with a well placed diffindo charm. And he’d never give in to anyone else that easily. Now heads up or your head will be taken off by that bludger,” she responds easily, dodging out of the path of the ball hurtling towards you.

You quickly follow, barely managing to side sweep the bludger before turning back to your friend. Before you’re able to further probe her however, she’s taken off in search of the elusive snitch.

You try to shake off her words as you continue to fly through practice, joining your fellow chasers as they go head to head with your keeper, trying to make a shot through one of the hoops.

“Nice shot, y/n! Better keep that aim up for the game this weekend. I wanna beat those snakes so bad,” the keeper shouts as you make throw past him.

“Not a chance in hell those slithering bastards are taking the cup again,” you reply with a grin.

“Excited to see your little witch today?” Matteo asks, plopping himself into his seat next to Theo.

Theo glares at his curly haired friend, snapping his textbook closed with a grunt.

“She’s not my witch Mattheo. I can’t stand her,” Theo mumbles back.

“Right, right. It’s just y/n this, y/n that. Did you see y/n helping Cormac with charms the other day? He’s such a bloody wanker. Blah, blah, blah.” Enzo says, joining the two boys at the desk next to them.

Theo scowls at his so called friends. So what if he happened to notice you a bit too often? They knew full well that the two of you had a sort of rivalry going on and that he had to keep tabs on you to make sure you didn’t sneak something by him. Constant vigilance and what not.

Before he could defend himself however, you burst through the doors of the potions classroom with a group of your fellow Ravenclaws, coming to take your spot at the desk directly in front of him.

“Hey, thanks for giving us the pitch last night Theodore. Stomping off the field like that, was really such a testament to you being the bigger person.” You say, turning to give the boy an innocent smile as you slide into your seat.

“What can I say, I just know your team will need all the help they can get to try and beat us tomorrow,” Theo replied easily, eyes falling as he notices the hem of your skirt ride up a bit higher than normal as you sit down.

“Aw, that’s so considerate coming from someone whose shooting percentage is barely over 50%.”

Theo’s eyes snap up at this.

You hear Enzo snicker at that before he quickly attempts to cover it up with a loud cough.

“Yeah? It’s so interesting that you know my stats off the top of your head.” Theo retorts.

“They really help build my ego when I feel like I’m playing poorly.”

“So always?”

You glare at the boy, but before you’re able to respond, the professor clears their throat, forcing you to turn in your seat.

As the professor begins droning on about whatever potion it was that you were to be making that day, Theo’s eyes couldn’t help but wander to the pretty witch in front of him. For such a pain in his side, you sure were easy on the eyes. Before he knows it, he feels Mattheo’s elbow digging into his rib cage.

“C’mon lover boy, neither of us are going to pass if you don’t start focusing less on y/n and more on this potion, cause I was not paying attention.” Mattheo grunts, pulling him off his seat and over to the stock of potion ingredients along the back wall.

“I wasn’t even looking at her,” Theo protests, glaring at his friend as he begins pulling ingredients haphazardly off the shelves.

“Right. Because if you were, you’d have noticed that the white ribbon in her hair was crooked. Bothered me the entire time we were sitting there.” Mattheo replies, leaning lazily against the counter.

Theo shoots a nasty look at his friend realizing his eyes had once again wandered over to the witch in question.

“The ribbon in her hair is navy blue you dolt. And it’s not crooked.”

Mattheo gives him a victorious smirk.

“Too true. So glad we cleared up the fact that you were only staring enough to remember the exact color of her hair ribbon and whether or not it was crooked.”

With another smug look over his shoulder, Mattheo saunters back over to their shared desk, leaving Theo to finish collecting ingredients in agitated silence.

Glancing back down at his list, Theo quickly collected the rest of their ingredients, tossing the anjelica, bitter root, and daisy root essence into his basket, careful to not steal any more obvious glances at you.

As he went to return to his seat, the soft petals of the flower assortments sitting neatly in their assigned jars once again caught Theo’s eyes and a small smile grew as a masterful plan began to form.

“That BLOODY, FUCKING SNAKE!” you shriek as you open your quidditch locker to find a stunning bouquet of bright daises and velvet roses propped up against your broom.

Hearing the commotion, Cho rushes over to find you glaring menacingly at the offending flowers, a look of exasperation overtaking her face.

“For Rowena’s sake, not flowers. How dare he. The nerve,” she says dryly.

“Aww. How romantic. That’s so sweet. Are they from Theodore?” One of the other chasers adds, coming to see what all the noise was about.

Your glare shifts to your teammates as they peak into your locker to get a glimpse of the flowers.

“I’m allergic.” You grit out. As if to emphasize your point, you let out a loud sneeze, feeling the pollen reach your nose.

Your teammates’ faces fall slightly at your statement and you go to extract the flowers from your locker.

“Well- I suppose there’s something to be said about the fact that he knows exactly which flowers you’re allergic to, and how he went out of his way to buy them for you?” Cho offers as you toss the flowers onto the bench behind you.

A note flutters to the floor.

“Yes. It can be said that he’s a psychotic wanker with too much free time,” you say, bending down to snatch the note off the ground.

Good luck Principessa, hope you play similarly to how the flowers make you feel xxTheodore

“He literally tried to kill me so I wouldn’t be able to play,” you announce dramatically, thrusting the note card towards Cho who rolls her eyes as she shakes her head at you.

“Alright, we need to focus. Y/n, get rid of those flowers, we don’t need you sniffling all match. Everyone on the pitch in 15!” Cho yells, pulling the team together.

Shaking the thoughts of that damn Slytherin from your mind, you unceremoniously dump the large bouquet into the trash before quickly changing into your robes.

“Everyone remember the new offensive formations? We need to take them by surprise. They’ve gotten way too comfortable running the same defense against every team. Remember. If you can’t see Mattheo or Blaise, they’ve flanked you and there’s already a bludger aimed at the back of your head. Theo and Enzo stick together, third chaser is on their own. Flint is a lefty, if you can, always go for the right hoop. Prioritize y/n, when going for the goal posts unless you think they’ve picked up on it. Don’t worry about me and Draco, focus on gaining a lead. Everyone clear?”

You blink once, soaking in Cho’s words.

“Alright. Let’s get out there and stomp on some snakes.”

Your teammates let out loud whoops as you make your way out to the field, adrenaline beginning to course through your body. The breeze blows gently through your hair and the sun shines softly behind a thin layer of clouds. The perfect day for quidditch.

As you grow closer to the pitch, you can hear the loud cheers and hollers coming from the stands, the faces of your fellow Ravenclaws grinning down at you.

“Coin toss is on you, y/n. Try not to let him rile you up too much, yeah?” Cho says, mounting her broom with the rest of the team.

You nod as they take off and make your way down to the center of the pitch where Hooch is already waiting.

“Ah, y/n! Beautiful day for a match yeah?” She greets as you approach.

You offer a tight smile and nod as you see Theodore approach, cocky smile in place.

“Alright, you two know the drill. Snitch or broomsticks, Ravenclaw, your call, on three,” Hooch says, holding a large gold coin out on her palm.

You feel Theodore’s eyes on you as Hooch tosses the coin into the air.

“Broomsticks.”

The three of you watch as the coin hits the ground, three gleaming broomsticks shining in the sunlight.

Theo’s lips tighten, but he doesn’t say anything.

“We’ll take the ball first then,” you say with a tight lipped smile.

“Very well, go on then, shake hands.”

Swallowing your displeasure, you tentatively extend your hand.

With a lop sided grin, Theo grasps your hand.

“Like your flowers Principessa?”

“They were lovely. Really spruced up the trash can.”

Without another word, the two of you returned to your respective sides of the field, joining your teams in the air.

“We got ball,” you shout, once you’re within earshot of your teammates. The boys let out a whoop of excitement.

“Let’s make this a nice, clean match today, yeah?” Hooch shouts from her place on the field. Without waiting for a response, she points her wand at the chest, waiting below and the lid flies open, releasing the balls within.

Your eyes immediately lock onto the quaffle as it makes its way into the air, diving down and snatching it, a chaser on either side of you. You slip easily into your rhythm of dodging and weaving around your opponents, passing the quaffle around as you make your way to the opposing goal posts.

As the ball is being passed back to you however, Enzo pushes past, intercepting. Cursing under your breath, you whip around, close on his tail.

As if seeing your need, a bludger whizzes straight at Enzo, forcing him to drop the ball into your waiting arms.

This time, you’re able to make it to the opposite side, but with Theo and Enzo close on your tail, you’re forced to surrender the ball to your teammate who narrowly misses.

“Next time!” You shout in encouragement.

This back and forth goes on for what seems like ages, with neither team managing to score a point.

Finally, the ball is back in your arms as you speed towards Flint.

“Don’t choke now, Principessa,” you hear Theodore shout from beside you on the right.

“Please. Save your breath. You’ll probably need it to blow up your next play,” you retort.

“You know your ass is probably jealous of all the shit that comes out of your mouth.” Theo snaps.

“Yeah? You’d love to see my jealous ass wouldn’t you?”

Theo jolts in shock, and that moment is all you need to take a dive to the right, securing the first goal of the match.

It all falls into place after that and soon enough, your team is up 80 points. A comfortable lead, but not enough.

“C’mon guys! C’mon! Keep it up, this one’s ours!” You hear your keeper shout as they toss the quaffle to you.

You nearly fumble the catch as a bludger soars past your broom.

“Stay on her and keep those damn bludgers away!” You vaguely hear Cho call out to one of your beaters as you again make your way to the opposite end of the field.

After scoring two more goals, the Slytherin team finally gets the idea to begin putting more pressure and focus on you, with at least one chaser always guarding you.

“For Rowena’s sake, I don’t even have room to breathe!” you shout as you pass Cho briefly.

As the match continues with no end in sight, Mattheo and Blaise begin to grow bolder, narrowly missing a few heads. Their own teammates’ included.

“Watch it you bloody wanker!” You hear Enzo call out after Blaise nearly takes out the end of his broom.

With a sharp turn, you’re able to break away from his steady pursuit just long enough to safely secure the quaffle once more.

“Dammit Enz,” Theo grunts as he flies up beside you.

You ignore their bickering, eyes taking in the field and your surroundings. You spot your other two chasers gliding below you, gearing up to be positioned for a clear pass. Your beaters are no where in sight, and only Rowena knew where Cho was flying off to.

You make several attempts to lose the two green robed Slytherins on either side of you, but they remain stuck to your side.

Suddenly, you see Enzo’s broom dip. Thinking this is your chance, you turn quickly, trying to see if you have a clear pass to one of your teammates.

“Y/n!” Theo shouts.

But it’s too late.

The last thing you remember is the feeling of falling and strong arms wrapping around you before everything goes black.

When your eyes finally flutter open, the first thing you notice is the sky and how dark it is. What time was it? Slowly, you begin to sit up, a distinct pounding in the back of your head causing you to wince slightly. Looking about, you realize you were in the hospital wing and still in your quidditch robes. Ew.

The next thing you notice, is the mop of soft brown hair lying face down on the hospital bed beside you. As your eyes follow the body down to the chair it’s slumped on, you take in the familiar green robes that distinguish the boy as a Slytherin.

The hairs on your neck prickle as you recognize the boy. How could you not?

“Theodore,” you whisper, giving the boy a poke.

No sign of life.

“Theodore,” you say, a bit louder this time, shaking him gently.

“Shove off Matt. You and Toria can find another place to shag for the night,” he grumbles, shifting further into the coarse hospital bed blanket.

You let out a snort.

“Seriously Theodore, wake up,” you say, growing frustrated.

Finally the boy sits up groggily before appearing to remember where he was.

“Oh. Mornin principessa,” he drawls, smiling lazily at you, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“What happened? And why on earth are you here of all people?” You ask, ignoring the pet name that you seemingly couldn’t shake as a yawn escapes you.

“That’s really no way to treat your knight in shining armor.” Theo tsks, stretching his arms out and leaning back in his chair. “I’m the one who caught you after Matt knocked you off your broom after all. Bludger to the head is no joke.”

You grimace. No wonder your head was throbbing.

“What a fucking git,” you grumble, falling back onto the bed.

Theo shrugs, not seeming to disagree.

Stupid Mattheo and his stupid bloody aim. Utter shit. And of course it had to be bloody Theodore of all people who saved you. Though you weren’t entirely sure you minded, closing your eyes briefly, an image of Theo in his quidditch uniform flashing through your mind.

“You never answered the second question.” You say after a moment of silence.

Theo looks at you, his head cocked to the side.

“Why are you here?”

“You’re hurt,” he says simply, as if it made all the sense in the world.

Your frown doesn’t quite reach the tips of your mouth as you look over at the brunette boy staring back at you.

No matter how many times you told yourself that you utterly detested the boy, you were never quite able to say it with your full chest. And for Rowena’s sake, it was not fair for someone to look this good at this time of night, in sweaty quidditch robes.

“You don’t like me.” You say quietly, not quite sure how true that statement truly was as the boy’s eyes had yet to stray away from you.

“Oh I can’t stand you.” Theodore replies, suddenly much closer than you remember.

“You’re the absolute worst person on earth,” you say, feeling yourself magnetize towards the boy beside you.

“I despise you with every bone in my being,” he responds before slowly, tentatively closing the gap.

His lips are fire against yours, not burning, but consuming. You feel yourself getting lost in the sensation of his lips moving hungrily against yours as his arm snakes around your waist, pulling you in closer. You would definitely be blaming this lapse in judgement on the fact that you’d taken a bludger to the head earlier. Or maybe not, you think hazily as a soft moan escapes your lips.

“Easy there principessa,” Theo murmurs, pulling away and pressing a kiss to your temple. “Let’s not hurt that pretty little head of yours.”

With a silent nod, you lean back, mind still reeling a bit given the night’s events.

Hesitantly, as if not wanting to spook you, Theo edges his way onto the bed beside you. Realizing his intent, you scoot over a bit, allowing yourself to be tucked carefully into his arms.

“If it makes you feel any better about being knocked out, Ravenclaw did end up winning. And your team visited after the match was over.” Theo says as you rest your head on his chest.

You smile at that.

“Good. Slytherin is shit.” You reply.

“You take that back.”

“Make me.”

Theo’s lips find yours once more, and you feel him grin against your lips.

“I’m still mad about those flowers you sent by the way,” you say once he pulls away.

A smirk overtakes Theo’s face as he looks down at you.

“I’m sorry principessa.”

“No you aren’t,” you scoff, rolling your eyes.

“No I’m not. That was one of my better bits I’d say.”

“It was pretty good.”

Another yawn escapes your lips, and it doesn’t go unnoticed by the boy holding you in his arms.

“Sleep now, principessa,” he says, fingers stroking gently through your hair.

You didn’t have to be told twice.

Not a single person was surprised when the Slytherin and Ravenclaw quidditch teams walked into the infirmary the next morning to find the two of you wrapped in each other’s embrace.

“Bloody took them long enough,” Mattheo says, finally breaking the silence.

Cho can’t help but nod in agreement.

The rivals to lovers quidditch fic that no one asked for, but I wrote anyways 🤗

[ditzydoe444]

I need Jason cowboy, like he is in a bar and the you who are casually flirting with him grabbed his cowboy hat so... You now have to save a horse by riding something else, right?

-🐎

MDNI+

save a horse ride a cowboy

—ㅤ꒰ྀིㅤ jason todd x reader ಿৎ

“haven’t seen a sweet girl like you around,” he grinned as he motioned for another beer, his eyes never leaving yours as he leaned against the table. it was a small country town, one that you moved to for summer away from the hustle and bustle. now, deciding that you needed to elevate your social life you found yourself in the small local pub, talking to his extremely handsome man. “names jason,” he flashed his pearly whites before taking a swig of his beer.

everything about him screamed man, he wasn’t the usual preppy city boys that you met, no this man knows how to handle himself. the way his large hands made the beer look minuscule in his grasp, or the way his presence made everyone part ways for him when he walked into the pub. “you must come here a lot, given your presence,” you teased, gesturing to how he stood out in the crowded room, his presence practically glowing. he shrugged, a lazy smile on his lips, “i like to come here for a drink or two, maybe a chat.”

you raised a brow, “chatting up with all the ladies round here? you do give of flirt,” you commented with a mischievous glint in your eyes. he shrugged, “it’ll be a waste to not talk to a pretty girl like you,” him moving closer, allowing you to smell his musky cologne. maybe it was the alcohol, or the rowdy environment but without a second thought you took of the cowboy hat placed on his head, and placed it in yours, a grin on your face. jason chuckled, before taking another swig of his beer. “you do know what that means right?” he motioned to the hat on your head, “wear the hat, ride the cowboy.”

and god, did you have the time of your life.

“that’s it sweetheart,” he groaned as his large calloused hand squeezed the soft flesh on your hips, his gaze drifting up and down your body as you moved. “you feel so fucking good,” he hissed as you clenched around him. your mind was slightly hazy, your brain not functioning properly from the sensation of him hitting your sensitive spots, making you arch and moan. “mm-mph,” you whined as you bounced, your movements getting more frantic and sloppy each second, a desperate whine leaving your lips. “doin’ so well for me sweetheart,” he cooed as he gently rubbed his thumb over your lips, before shoving it in, you sucking on it as you rode him. “atta girl, use me yeah? ‘m all yours.”

“gonna come on my cock pretty girl?”his grip tightening around your hips as you pathetically bounced, your movements even more sloppy as you whined, tears staining your cheeks. “don’t cry,” he chuckled softly as he gently wiped the tears off from your cheeks, “‘m gonna make you feel good yeah?”

the rule was, you wear the hat and ride the cowboy, however jason couldn’t handle watching a pretty girl like you cry, so he couldn’t help but to shove your face down on the mattress and fucking you limp.

[boyfhee]

박성훈 、PRETTY FACE

all the trouble sunghoon gets himself in lands him in your arms.

featuring ⋆ rich boy! sunghoon x fem reader

contents ⋆ kissing, mentions of cuts, injuries and blood, just a whole lot of fluff i miss writing cute stuff, insecurities perhaps ( 1370 )

notes ⋆ rich boy sunghoon....save me from him. also this was not meant to be above a thousand words and was supposed to be funny. and this one's for saint @hoonvrs hi bae

one thing you’ve learnt while dating sunghoon, it’s always an adventure. so unforeseen, like when he showed up at your balcony, again, last night with a few bruises and cuts on his face. you had let him in and he avoids your attempt at cupping his face just as swiftly. and dating sunghoon is exhilarating, with the way you let him stay for the night, again, knowing your parents are home.

“good morning,” you smile and brush your thumb over the cut on the corner of his lips. it’s red, his lips are dry, and yet they’re soft when you lean down for a quick peck. 

“morning, sweetheart,” he says quietly. “how creepy of you to watch me sleep,”

“guess i’ll be a creep if it means i get to look at your handsome face,” you hum, fighting back a smile.

“is that a compliment i hear?” and he’s almost turning away to sleep, but your words catch him off, and he smirks drowsily with a soft and sleepy gaze adorning you. “what’s the occasion?”

“i’m serious, hoon. you’re handsome,” you insist with a frown, cupping his face again, thumb brushing over his cheeks as you lean in and whisper ever so tenderly. “so handsome, it’s crazy,”

“well, aren’t you sweet, my love,” and he can’t help but wrap his arms around you, pulling you on top of him. it’s quiet, you lay with your head on his chest. it’s barely six, you look out through the huge glass window panes installed in your room by your request to fit the aesthetic, but now it’s how sunghoon climbs up your room every other night. 

it’s not usual for him to get compliments. usually, you’re trying to play it cool, as if his words don’t affect you as much as he thinks they do. on other days, you’re busy rolling your eyes every time he flirts. you make him work for compliments, it’s funny, and he enjoys it. a little bit of challenge in his way too easy lifestyle keeps him going. but today— as you’re quietly listening to his heartbeat while he’s caressing your back— you want to stay like this. 

he brushes his fingers through your hair, planting soft kisses on your head every few seconds. it’s rare for you two to be this quiet. with sunghoon, every minute spent on bed leads to something else, most of the time. but this time it’s silent, it’s risky, he’s in your room and as much as he jokes about it, the idea of being caught by your parents isn’t something either of you fancy.

“i think i should get up and leave before your—” it lands upon you to worry about keeping everything a secret, today it’s his job to make sure the secret is safe.

“it stings, doesn’t it?” you cut him off immediately, pinning him down as he tries to get up. he can see the concern in your eyes, worries trickling through your finger tips and seeping through his skin when you lace your fingers over his scratches. 

“i told you, they’re not that bad,” he shrugs, too careless, carefree. he doesn’t know why you worry yourself over something so minor. “they don’t even hurt,” 

“it hurts me to see you like this,” and his thoughts are put to halt when the words leave your mouth. 

it was half past one when sunghoon knocked at the glass doors of your balcony. you were getting ready for bed after movies, and he was avoiding your gaze as you were running your eyes over his state— messy, hurt, and so were you.  

‘did you get into another fight with heeseung?’ you had asked and he avoided, again, dodging all your questions and attempts to check on him. you let him in, and he goes straight to your bathroom. his gaze doesn’t meet your eyes, he avoids all the eye contact and conversation. he turns away to take off his shirt covered in dirt. it’s worse this time. ‘come here,’ 

you grabbed his arm to pull him towards you, but he refused to face you. he’s ashamed, like every time he is when you see him like this. the pretty face you’ve always been so fond of no longer fits the definition. you tried to make him look at you, but he grabbed your hands, kissing your palms and pulled you to bed. 

“is that a new way of telling me to not get into fights?” he asks, feigning a yawn, a faint chuckle following by. you’re still on top of him, pinning him down, and if he didn’t know any better, you would’ve ended up under him already. 

“is it working?”

“a bit,” he mumbles quietly and pulls you closer by your waist, face nuzzling in the crook of your neck. he keeps planting tender kisses on your cheeks, and then down on your neck, as if telling you to let go of all the concerns that plague your mind. “you worry too much,”

“i know, i will continue to do that,” you pull back again, much to his disappointment. nothing could compare to the feeling of having you in his arms. “if not for your dad and for the sake of your reputation then at least for me, you need to stop,”

sunghoon knows.

if not for anything— it isn’t for anything else. not for his mother’s million dollars fashion brand, not for his sister’s business ventures, nor his father’s political career. it’s for you, every scratch, every nip and every cut, every drop of blood that had trickled down the corner of his lips when heeseung landed a punch on his face. how could he not? sunghoon can stand anything but people talking down on you as if they know you. it makes him fight for you and funnily enough, he’s happy to bleed to death for you.

“you always ruin the mood, bringing that old man up,” he’s deflecting— just as you had expected and you’re not backing down. one leg swinging to the other side, arms by his head. he’s down, caged, a position where he can’t avoid you. it’s about time you two had this conversation.

“i’m serious,” you’re trying your best to keep up the stern face, eyes locked into his. 

“i love it when you get all serious, angel,” he grins suggestively, arms around your waist again. he’s slipping them under your top, you slap it away and it only makes him laugh in amusement. “i suppose it is a bit too early for that,”

you don’t say anything, just looking at his pretty face. you stroke softly over the cut on his cheekbone and he flinches ever so slightly. it’s new, it stings, adorned by a bit of dried up blood just like the one on his lips. there’s one near his jaw from a while ago, it’s healing. each and every part an ugly reminder of how much trouble he gets in.

“you’re such a pretty face,” you whisper quietly and lean down to kiss him, trying to be so gentle to not hurt him even more. you take your sweet time, tracing your lips over those wounds, new or old, and then speaking with a voice impossibly loving. “even with these,”

“i love it when you call me that,” he takes your hand, kissing your palms. it’s not everyday that he’s spoiled like this.

and you pull your hand back, speaking with frown as if giving him a warning. “i won’t anymore if you get into another fight,”

“guess we’re making truce with heeseung,” he chuckles quietly, shaking his head, pretending to be annoyed. he finally pulls you down next to him and wraps his arms around you, kissing your forehead. “things i do for my girl,”

you let out a muffled laughter while your face is buried in his chest before looking up at him with love pouring out of your eyes. “for me?”

“for you,” you hand rests on his cheeks as he leans down for a kiss, and his hands wrap over them gently, holding them in place. when you kiss him so deeply yet delicately, like it’s a stellar reunion, he pulls away just for a brief second, whispering against your lips. “everything,”

[katsukistofu]

hug me, not it!

contents ౨ৎ ⋆ s. todoroki x gn reader ⭑ your boyfriend has hidden beef with your plushies.

shoto beadily eyes the intruding beasts behind you with distaste subtly written over his pretty features.

the “intruding beasts” being your plushies neatly lined up against the wall of your dorm.

did he buy most of them for you with his father’s credit card whenever the two of you went on dates? yes.

does that mean he was any happier to see them in his presence? no.

they already get the privilege to sleep with you every night. how dare they gatecrash on the both of your precious private time like this? uninvited too?

it’s silly, he knows, but he always gets the tiniest bit jealous when he comes to your room for study sessions or sleepovers, even movie nights.

only to see you cuddling with that damn rilakkuma bear plush he gave you last year to celebrate your anniversary in your lap. for the millionth time. in his spot.

shoto can’t help but feel a little replaced.

he throws one last glance over your shoulder at the offending sacks of fluff, before his soft strawberries and créme hair brushes your chin as he nuzzles deeper into the crook of your neck.

“sho!” you giggle. “that tickles.”

you feel a faint smile against your collarbone. just the slightest bit mischievous enough for you to be able to tell, as he lets out that quiet, melodic laugh of his. “sorry.”

he’s not really, though. shoto peeks back over at your plushies, the barest hint of smugness visible on his lips.

mine. shoto thinks while looking at them, arms circling your waist.

unaware of the one-sided competition for your affections behind you, you’re deadset on a mission for revenge.

gently, you brush the tips of your fingers along his neck.

shoto’s ridiculously handsome as he leans into your touch with a curious tilt of his head.

“what are you doing?”

his bangs fall into his eyes as he questions you, and you feel your heart skip a beat, wondering how he’s even real.

“trying to tickle you back!” you desperately attempt to do so again under his arms and on his thigh.

other than a blink from him, still no reaction.

“love.”

you don’t seem to hear him.

“shoto, lie on your tummy.”

he complies easily, always one to humor your bouts of inquisitiveness. whenever you were focused on something, you tended to tune everything else out.

shoto stretches out on your bed with his tall frame not unlike a cat. but his head is still turned back to you, staring at you to try and to get your attention.

“love.” you’re trying to tickle the back of his knee now, to no avail.

finally, you raise your head to look at him. “yeah?”

“i’m not ticklish.” shoto deadpans.

“what, really?” you whine, stopping your attack on his leg. “not even as a baby?”

“no.” amusement dances in his gemstone eyes as he studies you. “touya always got mad when he tried to, because it never worked.”

you stifle a giggle behind your hand. “what did you do to make him tickle you in the first place?”

“exist,” your boyfriend says so simply that you have to let out a laugh.

you reach out to cup the side of his cheek, and there’s a soft intake of breath from him as his lashes flutter shut.

shoto wonders how your gentle touch always makes him feel warm all over, when he’s certain he’s not even using his quirk.

it’s strange. in good way.

“why do you like cuddling those plushies so much?” he murmurs, eyes still closed.

a flustered expression that he can’t see spreads across your face.

“um, i guess it’s ’cause they smell like you and at night it helps me sleep?”

“oh.” his eyes blink open in surprise at that, warmth starting to grow on his cheeks.

shoto takes in the sheepish grin you’re wearing, and reaches out to cup your burning cheek similarly like how you did with his moments before.

you shiver into his sweet and soft touch, and the side of his lips quirk up.

“you can cuddle them. but when i’m here, the only one that should be in your arms is me.”

[straows]

Gojo who...

—comes back from a mission only to get spoiled rotten by you, and it only makes him fall deeper in love with you.

He’d come home at a random 2:43 in the afternoon. Opening the door with a tired grunt, before dropping everything in the living room and making a bee line for the bedroom.

Gojo stood in the doorway for a few seconds, watching as you organized all the shit on your dresser for the nth time since Gojo had left.

He just groaned and wrapped his arms around you from behind. Exhausted. His infinity down and his body completely melted against yours, almost as if trying to mold into you.

“Fuck,” he groaned against your neck, inhaling your scent— your scent that he hadn’t had around him for an entire seven and a half days. “missed you so much, pretty.”

You smiled, leaning against him. Your hands overlapped the tops of his as he wrapped his arms around your waist. “Welcome home, handsome.” Tilting your face to the side, you pressed a sweet kiss to his lips.

Slowly, and reluctantly letting go, Gojo finally pulled away and immediately began to strip his clothes off. His back was tense, rigid with knots. “Baby?”

He didn’t have to say anything else. Because once he was just in a pair of grey sweats, and laid stomach down on the bed, you were climbing up with him.

Standing on the bed, you used the wall to help balance as you stepped onto Gojo’s back. You took little steps up and down his back, smiling and giggling when he’d groan like one of those Great Danes relaxing.

And by the time you finished walking on his back, you were quick to move to the bathroom to run him a bath. You wanted to spoil your boyfriend after his week long mission, and by golly you would do just that.

Running the water till it was steaming, you stopped up the drain so the water would stay in the tub before getting your tired lover.

“Toru, come on. A bath will feel good,” he knew you were right. You always were, but damn he just wanted to sleep. However, he let you tug him off the bed and guide him into the bathroom. Wear he slowly sunk into the hot water, hissing at the initial burn before sighing in relief as his body relaxed. All the tension leaving his body, as the scent of lavender epson salt and a vanilla cupcake candle lighting up in the corner— his favorite Yankee candle scent.

And to add onto the billion reasons he’s head over heels for you— your hands immediately begin to gently massage his scalp. Your nails raking from his hair line to the back of his head. His eyes fluttered shut as he leaned back against your touch. “Love you so fucking much.” He mumbled, he couldn’t be more content and loved.

You smiled and leaned down, pressing a sweet kiss to his forehead. “Love you more. Now just relax and let me take care of you.”

Your pampering of him didn’t stop there. No no, you would be spoiling him rotten. Because not only did you bath him, wash his hair, and do his skin care for him, but you fixed him dinner, AND gave him those little chocolates he said he wanted before he’d left for the mission.

“I’m going to impregnate you and lock you away so your mine forever.” Gojo mumbled as he tiredly ate the chocolates, a happy, dopey smile on his lips.

“I’m sure you’d try.” You snort, a grin taking on your lips as you push his back with your fingers.

“Mm…” Gojo just hummed in delight. “When you were cooking, I called and said I’d be m.i.a for a few weeks.” Gojo blurted out, your nails on his scalp were his biggest weakness.

Your grin stretched to an ecstatic smile, “wait really?”

“Yeah, so that means I’ll have you all to myself.” Gojo opened his eyes again, locking them with yours as his smile turned to a shit eating grin. “Your mine ‘n mine alone for the next three and a half weeks. Better get ready, pretty.”

[yandere-romanticaa]

Marriage was often used as a tool of convenience - be it to upgrade one's own social status, get some much needed silver and gold, or to just get one leg up over your enemies, it really did not matter in the end.

Like it or not, you were tied to that person till death did you part.

That was a chant that has been sung to you ever since you came out of your weeping mother's womb. As the daughter of the household, it was natural for you to wed one day. However, the family was one of average standing, it had no special titles tacked onto it nor did it have any grotesque reputation which could sully it to the darkness and back. In its own way, it was oddly blissful, being invisible like that. No one expected you to act like a stuck up lady who would be locked away deep in a tower and you were also safe from becoming a measley wench who would be forced to spend the rest of her miserable days stuck rolling around in the mud, selling her body to all sorts of horrific strangers just in order to eat for a day.

You had the privilege of being born into a happy life. Perhaps a slightly dull one sometimes but regardless, a good one at that. You were content with everything which was given to you, perhaps even happy.

However, all things come to an end, and your end came in the form of a man riding on horseback.

He was strong, capable, handsome... But you kept that thought to yourself as you helped the wounded stranger get back on his feet, his midnight black steed happily trotting away somewhere as it accidentally shook the rider off its back once it locked eyes on you, a stranger in the woods.

"And who might you be?" asked the dark haired man, his curly hair framing his pale face so wonderfully that it took the breath from your lungs away.

You held onto him tightly and pressed him close to your body, the odor of blood and sweat covering him from top to bottom but you couldn't be bothered to care. He wore simple clothing which made you think that he was in a similar position like yourself in terms of finance, which gave you a slight glimmer of hope.

It was embarrassing how much you were swooning over the stranger.

Taking him back to your hut took longer than expected but all was well in the end. The handsome stranger had a name, Robb he said it was, and you couldn't hide the adoration in your voice whenever he would speak to you. The night flew by like a summer breeze - too fast and too sweet. Come first daylight he had to leave, which you understood.

That didn't stop you from feeling a little blue.

He mounted his horse like a knight in shining armor, its mane tussling proudly in the bitter north wind as Robb looked down at you, his warm blue eyes desperate to tell you many stories and secrets, but time was cruel and scarce.

He would come back to you, he promised.

And you gave him a smile sweeter than any juicy fruit, telling him that you would gladly wait for him.

He rode away all the while looking back at you, sending you a heart stopping smile which could make anyone weak in the knees. The horse left large hoofprints in the snow and you focused your attention on that, rather than the bitter stabs of pain in your heart.

There would never be a day when you'd see Robb ever again.

You were due to leave for the South in a few weeks time, in order to finally be wed off. The fantasy of Robb was saccharine and enchanting, many hours of sleep were lost due to him. Even if you barely knew him, the matters of the heart were reckless and stupid.

The heart wants what it wants and your heart ached for Robb.

All the while, you hadn't a clue of him and his plans. The men in Winterfell grew tired of his constant ramblings of this lovely woman he met, this sweet little thing which made his heart sing like no one else. He would walk in the corridors with a pep in his step as he thought of all the ways he could take you back to his home and give you the life you deserved.

His candied tirade quickly came to an abrupt halt once his mother had informed him of the grave news, that you had been promised to another man.

Robb was furious.

Who was this man?! Who did he think he is?! Ever the meticulous man, he got to work immediately. In less than a few days he had managed to gather all the information he could on this mystery fiance of yours, all the papers sprawled across his massive table. The candles in his chambers glimmered gently, the shimmering light a stark contrast to the raging flames in his heart.

If he could have his way, he'd be out for blood. Robb was too much of a jealous man for his own good but he needed to think, he needed to prepare if he wanted to do this right.

In less than a day, he had everything set up. If the man wasn't willing to take the gold he was offering him, he was not above using any scare tactics. His anger ended up getting the better of him though, so a bizarre combination of both was used.

The way in which your fiance left you made your heart sink. How were you going to break the news to your parents? Whatever could you have done so wrong to earn the ire of this lord whom you haven't even met yet...

You weep in your room, staining the mattress with your salty tears, completely oblivious to the small cavalry with House Stark banners raging on your front door.

Robb Stark had come for his bride. And she had no idea what sort of future awaited her...