#he can’t bring himself to look in the mirror and see his own reflection there instead of Venom’s

[symbiotic-slime]

I need to write a fic where Eddie is absolutely going through it post Venom 3. I need that man broken and pathetic and fucked up

[suguann]

Possessive!Gojo who makes you wear his jersey when you go to parties at his fraternity after games, openly admiring the way you dwarf inside his clothes. He leans forward on the edge of the bed to get a better look, resting his elbows on his knees, his eyes raking over every inch of you from head to toe. 

"Toru, it's too big," you pout, checking out your reflection in the floor-length mirror on his closet door. “I look silly.”

The tent growing in his sweats says otherwise—all the blood in his body rushing from one head to the other just from seeing two things that are his coexisting—and he gives you another once-over, thinking of several ways to describe you, silly not being one of them.

"You’re so pretty, baby.” He swears he’s a little drunk from the sight of you, but he means it.

Possessive!Gojo who pushes you up against the door inside the locker room before a game—slightly jealous from the guys looking at you as they filed out into the hall, and equally turned on because he knows they can’t have you—telling you he can't play with a hard-on before he's pressing into you from behind.

He can feel your tummy quivering under his hand where he holds you close, feels how his cock is carving its way inside of you, and you both moan when he presses down lightly. It makes him dizzy how tight and small you are; pulsing, wet, and swollen-soft velvet that gives every time he buries himself into you.

"You gonna hold all of my cum in this cute cunt until after the game, y-yeah?" he sucks the question into your neck. “Don’t worry, I’ll lick it out of you afterward. Just keep it warm for me, ’kay?”

You answer him with a high-pitched whine as you clench down hard around him, cumming with a muffled scream against his palm and nearly pushing him out of your warm, fluttering heat.

Possessive!Gojo makes sure to stuff his cum back into your drooling cunt with two thick fingers, curling them into your front wall to pull another soft orgasm out of you—just a little more, ah, there you go, always so good for me—before he helps you fix your panties to trap it there.

His arms wrap around you before he presses a tender kiss to your temple. “Don’t forget to cheer for me.”

Possessive!Gojo whose smirk from watching you squirm in the stands, melts into a glare when a guy takes the empty seat beside you, sitting almost too close for his liking.

“Stop staring at your girlfriend and hit the fucking puck already,” Sukuna grumbles, leaning against his stick.

Possessive!Gojo who makes sure to fuck you in the backseat of his car afterward with the windows cracked in hopes that the guy from the stands would walk by to you moaning Gojo’s name, and he eats you out just like he promised—bending you over the center console, smiling to himself at how shy and squirmy you get—only to fill you up again.

Possessive!Gojo who pouts whenever Nanami manages to steal your attention with something sciency and nerdy (something entirely up your alley) whenever you come over on weeknights. 

“That’s so neat, Nanami,” you smile, hearts practically in your eyes as you listen to him talk about his latest research. “Maybe I can stop by the lab and check it out sometime.”

Possessive!Gojo who doesn’t miss the way Nanami’s ears turn a shade of red from your praise—color high in his cheeks—how he gives a sheepish smile whenever you talk to him.

“Toru,” you say, finally bringing your soft, pretty gaze on him again. “Are you even studying?”

Yeah, he is, but something else entirely, he thinks as he watches how your shorts hug your ass while you walk around the house’s common room—and he’s not the only one staring.

Possessive!Gojo who slaps your thigh, making you jolt in his lap. "Did I tell you to stop, huh, baby?"

You shake your head, biting your lip and avoiding the pair of eyes watching both of you (intently) from across the room—especially you—a quiet observer as you slowly sink onto your boyfriend’s cock while Nanami thrusts his own into his fist. 

"Ah, fuck—b-but–"

Your words break off into a choked moan when Gojo thrusts his hips up underneath you, pressed as deep inside as he can get, and when he looks down, he swears he can see the imprint of himself pressing against your stomach. 

"Tell me what I said,” he says through gritted teeth as he starts bouncing you, the couch continuing its steady squeaking under your knees.

Possessive!Gojo who can tell that it's hard for you to concentrate with the way his cock moves inside you, and you’re unable to answer with anything other than babbling nonsense. He decides to take mercy on you and stops to grind you in his lap instead.

He kisses your cheek, your neck, anywhere he can get his mouth on. "I said, don't stop until you cum, and you’re going to let Nanami see how fucking pretty you look when you do."

The next sound out of your mouth is a squeal when he holds your inner thighs to keep you open as he thrusts up into you again and again—letting Nanami see what can never be his.

“That’s it, baby,” he growls. “So good for me. Go on, show him how my good girl takes cock.”

Possessive!Gojo who locks eyes with Nanami just as he’s about to cum, burying his groans of pleasure into your neck as white-hot sparks shudder up his spine and heat pools in his gut.

Mine, he tries to say, but Gojo thinks his frat brother gets it when Gojo’s the one cumming inside you and Nanami’s spilling all over his fist.

Masterlist

[readwritealldayallnight]

Showing Off

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Reader

wc: 990 words

warnings/tags: fluff, briefest allusions to smut

“What do you think about this one, Si?” You ask as you pick up one of the grocery store’s apples, not even really bothering to look at which one you grab. You shove it in front of his face, twisting it around so that he sees more of your hand than the fruit itself.

“Looks fine to me, love”

“Mmm, actually how about this one?” You quickly switch out apples, presenting him another one in the same manner, his eyes seeing more of your hand than what it holds.

“S’alright.”

“Okay, well, where do you think we should go next? That way towards bread? Or maybe the aisle this way?” You ponder, making a big show of waving your left hand back and forth in front of his face as you point. From behind the black surgical mask he wears, you hear him scoff in amusement, but his eyes cannot contain the love he holds for you as he snatches your wrist in his much larger palm. He brings your left hand up to his lips through the mask and gives your newest piece of jewelry a kiss.

“Follow ya wherever ya take me, love.” He says, threading his fingers through yours as he nudges the shopping cart with his hip, and true to his word, follows you wherever you take him.

‘Do you think we need any more dish soap?’ accompanied by a photo of your left hand pointing towards a store shelf, your ring front and center.

‘Nails are painted! Got the colour you picked ;)’ sent along with a photo of your nails on your left hand.

‘Ever noticed how soft the brown blanket is? We never take out the brown blanket’ reads the message, in addition to a short video of you petting said blanket for a few seconds, before zooming in and out dramatically on your ring.

‘Don’t mind me, just putting clothes away :)’ are the words that accompany a photo of your left hand atop a pile of laundry. You’ve circled your ring in bright red and drawn little hearts around it.

He finally is able to check his messages after a long day on base. He sees all the notifications from you and can’t help but roll his eyes while a smirk stays plastered across his face, hidden behind his mask, as he goes through them all. You’re adorable. He’s so in love with you it hurts.

“Wait!! Let me do it!” You squeak, noticing which jacket Simon has just thrown over his broad shoulders and looped his muscular arms through. He chuckles softly to himself and slowly shakes his head in disbelief, yet he still keeps his hands at his sides, allowing you to come up behind him. The both of you angle yourselves so that Simon is facing the mirror you hung up in the foyer not long after moving in with him. He’s not so bothered by what he sees in his reflection nowadays. Especially when it more often than not shows him with his pretty little bird by his side.

He hears your sweet little giggle that you try to muffle into the fabric of his jacket, and his smile widens, knowing how pleased you are with yourself that he’s putting up with your antics. He feels your left hand creep its way between his side and his arm, sneaking its way towards the front where you find his zipper. He uses his right hand to pass you the other side of the jacket and helps you to fasten it (listen your fiancé is just so broad, it’s easier if you just let him help you start the zipper okay lovie, then he’ll let you do it all on your own).

He turns his gaze towards the mirror, where he watches your much smaller hand ever so slowly inch the zipper up his abdomen towards his chest, admiring how the ring he slipped on your finger for the first time only so many days ago glistens in the light. Eventually your little hand and its new pretty accessory make its way up to his throat, where your soft fingers fingers slowly reach up and pet the skin they find there. If it looks like he’s blushing when you slip your hand back and come around to face him, you don’t have long enough to comment before he’s dropped down to a knee and is grabbing your preferred pair of shoes of the shoe rack.

He juts his chin towards your legs, letting you know he wants you to lift a foot. You lean back against the wall and raise your foot for him, enchanted by the way his larger than life hands grasp your ankle as if he were handling a newborn fawn, delicately slipping your shoe on for you, before pressing a kiss to your knee, and wordlessly repeating each step with diligence with the next foot.

He stands to his full height, where you now find yourself trapped between the wall and his hulking frame. You grab his left hand with both of yours, folding his fingers so that you can press a soft kiss to the spot where you hope he too will one day adorn his own shining band. His already lovesick gaze softens even further as you smile sweetly up at him, allowing him to cradle your cheek with his palm.

“Do you think you’ll want to wear a ring, Si? Wear it on your tags at work maybe, if it gets in the way of gloves or-”

“‘Course I’ll wear a ring swee’heart.” He cuts you off, leaning in to press his own soft kiss to the edge of your mouth. “I’ll let ya slip any ring you want on my finger.” He adds with another kiss to the other corner of your mouth. “And then I’ll make ya watch as ya get that ring all wet on my fingers.”

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“We don’t actually need a ceremony right? Courthouse good with you? How’s tomorrow??”

[mymindisneverhere]

I can’t lie I’m enjoying writing these. 🙃 lowkey wish it was me

warnings: 18+, SMUT, edging, dirty talk, oral sex, fingering.

Summary: Aaron is having a get together at his home with his colleagues and his wife has had an attitude with him all day… he ends up fixing it tho.

30 Whole Days

He marched up the stairs and into the bedroom searching for her. His breathing was heavy, not from exhaustion but from rage. This was it, she had pushed him to the limit with her most recent emotional outburst. He understood how sensitive she was and that at times her emotions could get the best of her but he never thought she’d use this moment to embarrass him in front of his people.

Her attitude was far out of control and he didn’t know if he were to blame or if this was all on her. She had been short with him all day. Half assed answers, avoiding kisses and walking away when he’d reach for a hug. He couldn’t believe 30 days had done this to her, and had caused her to become so… bratty.

Attempting to lighten her mood, he had asked her to bring him and the guys another round of tequila shots. He knew his wife’s favorite thing to do was serve him, not only because he’d asked but because it was her love language, so he figured it wouldn’t be an issue.

She waited a few beats to respond then flashed a fake over exaggerated smile to him before heading to the bar that sat right outside on the back patio. She was over him at this moment. She was pissed, frustrated, angry and now after 30 days of holding back her emotions, she exploded.

She grabbed the bottle of tequila and took a few gulps of the warm liquor before storming back into the living room where the guests sat. They all laughed and sipped on their beverages as she walked directly to him, never taking her eyes off of him.

“Pour your own damn shots!” She stated through gritted teeth before slamming the expensive bottle onto the coffee table cracking the glass that held drinks and coasters.

The room went completely silent as they watched her walk away stomping up the stairs and slamming the door a few seconds later.

”We should get going, I think we may have overstayed our welcome.” Jamal, his colleague said, looking over at him with a worried stare. “I’ll see you later man.” Everyone stood and shook hands before departing all at a once.

Once the large horseshoe driveway was empty he immediately turned and shot up the stairs to the owners suite. She had officially lost her damn mind.

“Veronica!” He yelled, in a tone that demanded her presence right away. His voice roared throughout the whole house, there was no way she didn’t hear him. When she failed to appear in front of him, he knew she was purposely testing his patience. He walked into their adjoining bathroom to find her at the vanity casually fixing her hair and makeup.

“Have you lost your fucking mind? I have a house full of guests and you decide to embarrass me?” He asked standing in the doorway eyeing her reflection in the mirror.

“I didn’t embarrass you like I could have.” She shot back, sending a look of anger right back to him.

He paused for a few seconds before letting out a deep breath and nodding his head. “Alright, if this is what you wanna do, it’s fine with me.”

”Fine.” She responded.

As much as he loved his wife, he hated her stubborn attitude. Her need to prove a point, her desire to be right all the time, to be the winner of some game that only she’s aware of. Usually he would be the one to fold simply because he knew his wife and she’d thrown fits like this in the past to get what she wanted but tonight she had taken it too far. He decided that for the first time in the 4 years they’d been married, she would have to swallow her pride to get what she wanted.

He walked out of the bathroom and made his way to the walk in closet. He began smirking to himself wondering how long it would take for her to do the one thing that comes rare to her, beg.

He undid his tie first and removed his dress shirt right after. He kept his white wife beater on along with his dress slacks and dress shoes. After placing his tie and shirt in their designated areas, he left the bedroom and made his way downstairs to the study, making sure to close the bedroom door behind him.

She sat for a few minutes in confusion. He knew what she wanted and by now he’d be giving her just that but something was off about tonight. She got up from the vanity and went into the bedroom looking around for her husband. He wasn’t there.

She went into the closet to see if he’d be there deciding on an outfit for morning brunch with the family but he wasn’t there either.

“He really just left me in this room by myself.” She whispered to herself in shock. She knew he hadn’t left the house because the security system would have alerted her.

She looked over at the clock on the nightstand that read 9:40 p.m. in digital white font. He was going to make her beg for it but she refused to give in, not after he made her wait for 30 days. He owed HER and he was going to be the one to give in, not the other way around.

So she decided to turn on the tv and watch reruns of her favorite reality shows until he walked through the bedroom door, shirt off and dick swinging.

Two long hours had gone by and he still hadn’t made his way back to their bedroom. She couldn’t believe he’d actually decided to sleep in one of the guest bedrooms. I mean yeah she had thrown a tantrum and it may have been a bit much but he started it. How could he not expect her to react this way after going cold turkey for so long.

“I’m over this shit.” She threw the comforter off of her body and jumped down from their tall king size bed. She walked down the hall to the guest bedroom closest to the owner's suite, only to find the bedroom empty. “So now he’s playing hide and seek, how childish.” She mumbled to herself.

She made her way to the opposite end of the hall to the second guest room to find it empty just like the one before. She tightened her satin robe out of pure frustration and trotted down the stairs. She was about to make her way to the living room when she saw a light coming from under the double doors of the study.

“So he’s working while I’m around this bitch playing cat and mouse.” She said, rolling her eyes.

She opened the doors to the study and marched right over to him, locking eyes with her husband. He looked up at her, meeting her gaze, awaiting an explanation. The two had a standoff for a few seconds but the tension in the room made it feel like hours. She was waiting for him to give in, not knowing that he had no plans to do so.

“You got something you want to say to me?” He asked in a low calm tone, never taking his eyes off of hers. He knew what he was doing. He was going to get her riled up until she really snapped. When her patience ran thin, her mouth became lethal.

”You’re not funny Aaron.” She spat leaning over the large desk that separated the two.

He continued staring at her. This time bringing a glass of Cognac to his lips.

“You owe me!” She hissed, leaning further onto the desk causing her robe to slightly slip open revealing her breasts.

He sat, remaining silent.

“It’s been 30 days, stop playing with me!” She warned, pointing her finger in his face.

He finished his Cognac before placing the glass down, his eyes still never leaving hers.

“Tell me what you want.” He commanded.

She smacked her teeth. “You know exactly wh-“ She started but was interrupted.

“You throw a tantrum in a room full of people embarrassing both me and you but now you’re too scared to tell me what you want from me?” He questioned. One thing he knew for sure about his wife was that she was far from scared. He was pushing her buttons on purpose.

“I’m not scared.” She shot back.

He stood up from his chair and slowly made his way to her side of the desk. She turned around to meet his eyes, they had yet to break this intense stare down. He stood in front of her planting his hands on the desk, right by her sides.

Their faces were so close she could smell the Cognac on his breath and that made her clit throb. She loved when he’d had a few drinks, the night would always end with her cries of pleasure. But she wasn’t so sure about this night, her tantrum had really pissed him off and he was really standing his ground.

“So say it.” He said, his voice deep and impatient.

Her breath caught in her throat at the sudden command. Aaron was usually very gentle with her. He’d treat her like she was fragile, like she was a priceless piece of art that should be handled with great care.

This Aaron was a bit dark, not in a scary way but in a way that made her regret her decision she’d made hours before. She wanted a reaction out of him but she didn’t expect this one.

‘Say it.” He repeated, this time through gritted teeth.

“I want you to fuck me.” She whispered.

“You were loud a few minutes ago, why you whispering now?” He questioned. “Say it, louder.”

She hesitated for a second, looking down at his lips. They were so soft and full, she wanted them wrapped around her clit.

“I want you to eat me til I cum and then fuck me, right here on your desk.” She said in a normal tone.

He smirked at her response simply because she truly thought she was the one calling the shots in this moment.

He used his knee to part her legs and wrapped one hand around her neck, causing her head to fall back. He snatched the belt on her robe making the thin fabric to fly open. He placed wet kisses down her neck to her shoulder before licking back up to her ear.

“You enjoy embarrassing me?” He spoke into her ear causing her to inhale sharply from the warmth of his breath.

“I wasn’t trying to.” She breathed.

He ran the tips of his fingers across her nipple, still nibbling on her ear. He knew tending to her sensitive spots at once would drive her crazy. He played with her left nipple, enjoying the feeling of its hardness in between his thumb and index finger.

“Then what were you trying to do?” His voice remained low and calm in her ear.

She was in so much bliss she couldn’t think straight. He hadn’t even fucked her yet and she was already feeling her first orgasm coming. Her first orgasm in 30 days.

Aaron had decided that they should hold out on sex for a month. It wasn’t due to any mishaps in their marriage, he just wanted to build some anticipation.

He had married a woman with a high libido and with him being the first man to ever make her orgasm, she was demanding sex from him damn near everyday. They would get breaks during that time of the month but even then she still wanted more.

”I don’t know.” She barely managed. Her body was feeling so many things at once, things she hadn’t felt in a while that all she could manage to say was “I don’t know.”

She hissed from pain as he pinched her sensitive nipples and bit her ear. He wasn’t pleased with her answer.

“I was mad at you.” She admitted , “I was just pissed but I’m not anymore.”

He gently brought her face up to meet his before saying “Well I am.”

He kissed her passionately, not leaving an ounce of emotion behind. He was animalistic. He had never been an aggressive man but tonight he decided to take his anger out on his wife, the one who had caused it. He bit her bottom lip slightly before pulling back and forcing her back to lay flat on the desk.

He wrapped his arms under her thick thighs pulling her hips to the edge of the desk. He placed kisses and bite marks on her inner thighs, the bites causing her to moan in pain and pleasure. He came face to face with her pussy, placing kisses around her lips to tease her, one of the things she hated.

She rolled her hips in anticipation hoping that one of his kisses would land right on her clit. He tightened his grip on her thighs making it hard for her to move from his hold.

“Baby please.” She begged.

He smiled to himself before placing his tongue in between her lips. He licked slowly from her entrance all the way up to her clit, making sure his tongue hit every inch of her pussy. When he got to her clit he carefully rolled his tongue in circular motions, sucking it ever so often. He didn’t want her to come anytime soon so he thought he’d enjoy edging her.

“Ooh yes!” She moaned, placing her hand on his head. This was her way of telling him he was doing a damn good job.

“Yes daddy right there.” She moaned, indicating that her orgasm was near. Right when she could feel it build in her stomach, he’d slow down, making her come back down from ten. He done this a few times and she was becoming frustrated but that's exactly what he wanted.

“After what you did, you think I’d give it to you that early?” He asked, planting kisses up her body. He licked and sucked on her nipples one at a time. He carefully pushed two fingers into her pussy while still focused on her breasts. He pumped his fingers in and out of her, making sure to hit her G-Spot, sending her back up the orgasm ladder.

“Oooooh fuck!” She cried out. “Like that baby, just like that.” Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she prepared to send her wetness all over his fingers.

He felt her pussy tighten around his fingers and he slowed down, stroking in and out of her at a snail's place.

“Oh my God.” She moaned. “Why are you doing this to me?” She cried out in pure frustration.

He let out a deep chuckle before pulling his fingers out and placing them in her mouth. She sucked them, moaning at the taste of her on his hands. He undid his pants with his free hand, dropping his underwear in a swift motion. She was so into sucking her juices off of his fingers, she couldn’t brace herself for the dick she hadn’t had in a month.

He slid inside of her, giving her a quick and hard thrust causing her to let out a loud moan. He paused for a few seconds, taking in the tightness of her wet pussy. It had been so long since he’d been inside her, they both needed to adjust.

“Shit.” He managed.

He pulled out of her, slapping the head of his dick onto her throbbing clit. He needed a moment to prepare himself for this ride. If he was going to give her the punishment she deserved, he'd have to last long enough to make it worth his while.

He pushed inside of her slowly, admiring the way her eyes rolled into her head. He loved the faces she made when he fucked her, she was so fucking pretty.

He lifted both of her legs up resting them on his shoulders. He held onto her full hips as he thrusted in and out of her slowly. She frowned from pleasure, lust written all over her face.

“That dick feels so fucking good.” She moaned, her eyes shut tight.

“Look at me.” He demanded.

Her eyes fluttered open landing right on his. As soon as they locked eyes he picked up the pace. He was testing her, he knew that if he quickened the strokes she'd struggle to keep her eyes open.

Just as he thought, her eyes closed and when her eyes closed he slowed down.

”Okay baby, I get it.” She moaned in a pleading tone.

“Close your eyes again and I’ll stop.” He said, looking down at her.

She fixed her eyes on him again, her eyes low and lust filled.

He picked up the pace again, rolling his hips into hers making sure to hit her spot. He wasn’t going to let her cum until she begged him.

He was fucking her into oblivion. There’s was no way he expected her to keep her eyes locked on him when he was fucking her like they would never see each other again.

“I’m sorry daddy, I swear I’m sorry.” She cried out, her eyes beginning to roll again.

“Open!” He warned.

“Please baby.” She cried again.

”Please what?” He asked, never missing a beat. He could see in her face he was hitting the right spot. It was only a matter of time before she gave him what he wanted. He bent down, bringing his face to hers, still stroking her pussy.

“I wanna cum.” She begged.

He sped up the pace staring directly into her eyes.

“Please I wanna cum.”

“Let it go baby.” He said, giving her the okay to release her treasures onto him.

“Fuck yes!” She screamed out in pure ecstasy.

He watched as her body jerked from the orgasm it was experiencing, the way her pussy increased in wetness damn near sent him over the edge but he wasn’t done with her just yet.

“That’s right baby, get all that shit.” He said into her ear, placing kisses on her neck and cheek while she came down.

She moaned, still trying to catch her breath and relax her body underneath him.

After a few more seconds, pulled out and walked backwards until he found one of the large chairs in his study.

“Come here.” He demanded, his eyes still never leaving her. He sat down, placing his arms on the rests of the chair as he watched his wife struggle to get across the room.

“My legs are a little sore.” She whined as she walked to him.

“Come. Here.” He repeated impatiently.

Finally crossing the room, she stood directly in front of him and dropped her robe.

“Sit on this dick.”

She climbed onto him, her coffee colored skin tainted in sweat, her large breasts decorated with nipple rings that complimented her large dark brown areolas, she was a sight to see. She positioned herself right above his dick and sat down slowly, staring down at her husband.

She rolled her hips into him as she looked for pleasure in his stare. All she could find was lust and a hint of anger. She didn’t know what to expect from him, he was actually fed up with her tonight.

She rode him anyway, deciding that she’d take this moment to be selfish and get her pleasures regardless of the stern look on his face. She closed her eyes and dropped her head back as she held onto him, her hands on the back of his neck for support.

“Mmmmm.” She moaned in enjoyment, her hips rolling at a steady pace as she felt the wetness from her pussy spread to her inner thighs.

He sat back and watched his wife take control. He loved that she wasn’t afraid to take full control to reach her orgasm. He appreciated the fact that she was a sensual woman and proud of it.

But he was the one calling the shots tonight. He snaked both of his hands up her body reaching for her neck, gripping her throat.

“Yes daddy.” She moaned, still caught up in her own pleasure.

Without warning he began thrusting his hips into hers, making her eyes open in surprise. He had let her have a few minutes to come down from the last climax but it was time to remind her who was really running the show.

“Yes, fuck me baby.” She cried out. She held onto his wrists as he fucked her. Her cries became louder as he continuously hit her spot with every single stroke. She looked down at him again as he brought her face to his, still stroking in and out her pussy.

“You like making me mad don’t you?”

“No.” She replied out of breath.

“You wanna embarrass me again?” He asked, his lips touching hers.

“No Daddy.” She cried, as she felt her climax coming.

The way he was fucking her, the way he was talking to her had unlocked another level of sensual satisfaction. The hold he had on her neck, the way he caressed his thumbs against her lips, his deep sultry tone of voice and spicy smell of liquor on his breath was a combination that would send another orgasm through her body.

“You cum when I tell you to.” He barked through his teeth, daring her to climax.

“I can’t hold it anymore.” She cried, a small tear of ecstasy running down her face. She came harder than the first time.

“Yes!” She screamed out, unashamed and completely out of body. Her pussy pulsated and slightly stinging from pain due to his size. He let the tear run down her face as the rest of her emotions ran down his legs. She squeezed her eyes shut as her body responded to yet another orgasm.

“I knew you’d beg me for it.” He smirked with his cocky ass attitude.

”Fuck you.” She whimpered, taking in every moment of her peak.

”I know, baby.” He said, soothing her after ruining her. He caressed her cheek as he watched her come down from yet another orgasm. He had to admit to himself that this tantrum she had thrown earlier had unlocked a different beast inside of him. He kinda liked it.

“You okay?” He asked in a calm tone, he could never fully get rid of the gentle side of him.

She nodded her head slowly then finally collapsed onto his chest still struggling to catch her breath.

“Please don’t make me wait that long again.” She said in between breaths.

“I won’t.” He kissed the top of her head and the two laid together until night became dawn.

Please excuse any mistakes! 🩵

(Y’all ate that last one up so I thought why not write another one. Thank y’all! 🥹)

[luvmila444]

can u make a story where chris takes reader on a shopping spree in victoria secret and he watches her try on underwear sets in the fitting room until he can’t take it anymore and fucks her! ☺️☺️

Victoria’s Secret- C.S

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Chris sturniolo x fmreader

summary: going on a shopping spree takes an unexpected but please try turn as chris becomes eager with lust after seeing you in a new set on lingerie.

content warning: SMUT; p in v; unprotected sex (stay safe!); cumming inside; mirror sex; dom chris; fingering; public (kinda?); cum eating; ass slapping; no use of y/n; ‘ma’ nickname is used

word count: 1.6k words

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Considering chris has almost completely destroyed and ripped apart every good piece of lingerie you have owned, you were always desperate to buy new pairs. This was never an issue for you though because the way wearing sexy lingerie made you feel so confident and hot and was always worth it, along with the absolute awe stuck state that was Christopher Owen Sturniolo when he saw you all dressed up pretty and slutty for him. 

You had considered making this a surprise for your boyfriend but chris was quick with stuff like this and had almost begged to come with you to pick out his favourite pairs of underwear on you. You could almost never say no to him so of course he came along with you knowing he would pay for everything. 

You were in the dressing room of Victoria Secret trying on the many pairs of scandalous and revealing pieces as possible. When it came to a beautiful pink set you had been dying to get after seeing it in the catalogue, you had been almost too eager to put it on. However, the clasps at the back were different and now you had tried everything you could to attach the back of the bra, but it just would not come together. Chris’s was right outside practically on the edge of his seat waiting to see each of the sets, he wouldn’t mind helping you put this one together…would he?

“Fuck…Chris, could you help me in here for a second, please?” You asked so sweetly it was almost like honey dripping from your lips and pouring into the desperate boy's ear. He didn’t even register himself standing and making his way to the dressing room that you had concealed yourself in.

 Stepping inside, chris seeing you almost completely naked for him, yet concealed in such beautifully expensive fabric. You looked so perfect, like something right out of the magazines. The shade of pink you wore complemented your skin tone so nicely, bringing out the blush on your cheeks from the shyness you had felt from Chris’s powerful and dominant stare. He loved the image before him. You stood facing the mirror, your hair over one shoulder to expose your bare back and the unclasped bra, which you gripped in your fingers, awaiting Chris’s help. He couldn't take his eyes off your body in the reflection. 

His hands reached down and pulled together the clasp slowly, encasing your breasts in the expensive fabric.

"Thank you." you brushed down the sides of the body, adjusting it into place to allow it to become more comfortable. "What do you think?" Looking up at Chris behind you through the reflection. His hands slid up over your ass, up your sides, resting on your breasts to give them a squeeze.

 "I think..." he leaned down to run his hands back over your curves again, "I'm about to rip this to shreds and have my way with you."

You smiled through the mirror, shaking your head at him. "Oh, stop. We're in public. Seriously, what do you think of the set?"

A wicked and playful smirk spread across his face as his hands fell on your hips. He fiddled with the sides of your pink lace panties teasingly feeling your sides over the fabric. He shoved his hand into the front of them, his large fingers instantly finding your clit. He stroked over it in slow circles, watching your face contort in the reflection. Chris’s other hand found its way back up to your chest, reaching in to grab a handful of your breast.

Feeling moisture pool between your folds, he dug deeper between your legs, shoving two fingers inside of you. You yelped at the feeling. "Now, now, ma, you have to be quiet if we're going to do this." He whispered in his playful voice. You bit her lip, nodding at him eagerly in response.

His fingers pushed further into you, finding their home pressed against her most sensitive spot. You leaned back to his chest as he crouched forward to accommodate for their height difference.

You looked like you were being tortured, the way your face scrunched up as he jabbed into her. He felt you starting to drip onto his palm and your walls clench.

Pulling his fingers from you abruptly, he spun you around by your shoulders to face him. Looking down at your cleavage, he grew angry by the fabric covering you from him. He grasped the part in which had covered your beautiful tits from him and yanked in open, ripping the bra in half. "Chris." you cried, jaw slack by the shock of what he just did.

"It's a fucking piece of material. I'll pay for it." He twisted her back around to face the mirror, now enjoying the view so much more. Picking up his movements, you let out a needy sigh. "Now, be a good girl for me and cum."

"I will." You whispered in a pathetically whiney voice. "Just don't stop. Please."

You felt his cock, as hard as possible pressed against your ass. You rubbed back onto it, eliciting a low breath to escape from his lips. "Ahh fuck, ma." Were Chris’s last words before pulling your underwear to the side, listening to the seem tear, and fully enter you from behind. You haven’t even seen or heard him get his cock out, but he must have been fast from how desperate and eager he had seemed after he say you.

He gripped your waist tightly and he watched you both in the large mirror of the dressing room. He pounded into you relentlessly watching as your perfectly carved ass bounced of of him. 

Chris sent a light quiet slap to your ass cheek and you felt like you were in literal heaven. Your head fell back onto his shoulder, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you gripped his arms that held you close to him. 

“No ma, look me in the eyes while I’m fucking you,” he said in your ear so low that nobody else would hear. Your mouth fell open, awaiting a loud moan which was quickly muffled by Chris’s hand.

Your ass continued to bounce on his dick, as chris loved his mouth from your ear to the side of your neck, beginning to suck harshly at your delicate skin, while still remaining eye contact in the mirror in front of you.

“Fuck, chris baby, i-im gonna cum…f-fuck,” your words although still slightly muffled were perfectly clear to chris while he felt you clenching and tightening around him. You struggled to hold your eyes open as Chris’s hand moved up from your waist to your exposed tit and began to play with your nipples.

"Cum. Now." He had stated so clearly as he pinched your sensitive bud.

You did. Instantly. That was your breaking point. You squeezed him tight, gushing down on his cock, dripping over him. He kept his grip tight over her breast to hold you up while she wiggled up against him this now making chris reach his climax as well, shooting hot spurts of his cum into you. You stared at him through the mirror, the sight of him alone helping her along and intensifying your climax. You bit down on her lip as chris removed his hand to muffle her moan that still lingered on your lips, but a small one slipped out but it was too quiet for anyone around you two to hear. You both rode out your orgasms together, continuing to remain under each others intense stare. Panting heavily as you came down, he slipped his cock from your pussy and released his tight hold on you. Blinking through your haze, you leaned up against the wall, body weakened from your intense release.

Chris stood back admiring his work. He lifted his hand to his mouth, covered in the sheen of you cum which he had wiped from your sensitive folds. He licked each finger and his palm, lapping up any taste of you he could get. His eyes rolled back at the taste. His favorite. The one he couldn't get off his mind all morning while he tried to work in a room full of his brothers.

"Did that answer your question about the set?"

You let out a laugh, running your fingers through your hair. "I'll need another one now that this one is destroyed." Pulling the shreds of fabric off your shoulders.

You're both piled up everything she wanted and took it to the register after getting dressed back into your regular clothes. The cashier gladly rung everything up, pleased by your haul of clothing. Bralettes, corsets, garters. All of it to your taste of course. 

 At the end of the transaction Chris remembered the wad of fabric in his hand.

"This too." He dropped it onto the counter, staring smirking at the woman behind it, daring her to question him.

You turned pinker than the set placed infront of you when she stared down at the rumpled piece of lace. She felt bad for Chris' unapologetic behaviour, but this was very usual for him to flaunt you and the work he had done infront of everyone.

Without saying a word, she rang up the shreds of the dress. Swiping the sleek black card from Chris’s Prada wallet, she thanked you, mainly chris who had payed for everything, for your business and sent you on your way.

The second your feet hit the sidewalk; you busted out laughing at the interaction. She figured the poor lady would be scarred for a while over it. Falling into Chris’s side as you both giggled to each other. 

Fuck, you loved your days spent with Chris

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A/n: i have been meaning to write this for literally the longest time ever (since i saw the request)!! I loved this idea so much but was just sop busy that i havent written in agesssss!! Pls send more requests because i loved writing this .

Ily my angels 💞

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[yxtubers]

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬

arthur frederick x reader (fluff)

summary: your boyfriend loves marking you up in the most inconvenient times

warnings: slight suggestive themes

requested?: no, but slightly inspired by @g-xix hickey hcs!

> > >

You shifted your hips on Arthur’s lap, squirming as his lips made contact with your skin over and over again.

It was your birthday party. Music and laughter reverberated downstairs, meanwhile your boyfriend seemed dead set on marking you before he even thought about letting you return to the event.

He initially had wanted to bring you upstairs to show you his gift - a beautiful surprise that you were very appreciative of. You liked the privacy and intimacy of the moment as he watched you open your present with a glint in your eye. However, he couldn’t seem to keep his hands to himself.

You just looked so good. That was what he said as he pulled you in by your waist, walking backwards to the bed as he sat down, dragging you along with him. His legs spread apart to give you space to sit, and he had began his venture across your throat.

That was how you ended up here, skin sensitive and blotchy as Arthur’s mouth licked and sucked.

“Arthur…” you groaned, trying to sound stern but it came out more desperate than you had intended. “They’re gonna be waiting for me.”

He let go of you with a small ‘pop’, lips plump and glistening with saliva from their attack on your neck.

“Let them wait, then.”

Situating yourself more comfortably, you had failed to notice that you accidentally ground down onto him. Clenching his jaw, he gripped your waist a little tighter. You had wanted to mumble out an apology, but his lips attached themselves back to your collarbones, this time really only leaving small, chaste kisses.

“Jus’ let me have you for a little longer,” he said, voice muffled by your warm skin. “Missed you, you know?”

Tilting your head back, you nodded, even though he couldn’t see the response. Catching your reflection in the mirror, you spotted several purpling bruises scattered across your neck and shoulders, and you almost gasped in shock.

“Arthur!” you scolded.

No reply - only a continuation of his ministrations, lips moving up and down your skin. Grabbing his hair, you gently tugged, trying to pull his gaze to you. His eyes were blissed out, glazed over with what looked like pure lust.

“Yeah?” he rasped, eyes raking down your neck proudly. “You can cover it up. Or not - I don’t mind.”

Scoffing in response, you bit back a smile as you stood up. Arthur almost physically whined in response to your absence, but you only shushed him as you placed your hands on his shoulders.

“As much as I’m enjoying this, I really can’t just leave everyone alone at my own birthday.”

Arthur held onto the back of your thighs as he sighed, eyes drooping slightly as he looked at you with nothing but love. “But that’s just the thing. It’s your birthday, you can do whatever you like.”

Tilting his chin upwards, you gave him a quick peck, to which he involuntarily seemed to follow with his lips once you pulled away. Giggling, you stepped out of his grasp. “Come on you vampire. We have all night to continue this.”

It’s safe to say that upon returning to the party, everybody could immediately guess what you two were up to.

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©𝐲𝐱𝐭𝐮𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬

[pastryfication]

Maybe pre wedding jitters with Nicole? She kind of steps in as your own mom for the day and reassures you that you're right for Oscar?

pre wedding jitters

pairing: oscar piastri x reader note: thank you so much for requesting this!! nicole would absolutely be the best mother in law

the soft morning light spills through the delicate curtains of the bridal suite, casting a warm glow over the room. you stand in front of the mirror, taking in your reflection in the dress you spent months dreaming about. the lace hugs your figure perfectly, the silk skirt flowing around you just as it’s supposed to. it’s everything you wanted, yet as you stand there, it all feels so overwhelming. today, you’re marrying oscar piastri—the man who’s been your best friend, your rock, and your biggest supporter for the last years.

but as the moments tick by, nerves begin to creep in. your heart races, your hands feel clammy, and suddenly, the reality of it all starts to weigh on you. you stare at your reflection, fidgeting with the delicate necklace oscar gave you on your last anniversary, feeling a wave of doubt you can’t quite shake.

the door creaks open softly, and you expect to see your mom or one of your bridesmaids, but instead, it’s nicole, oscar’s mom. she steps inside quietly, her face lighting up the moment she sees you. she’s always been more than just oscar’s mom to you—she’s been someone you’ve looked up to, someone who welcomed you into the family with open arms from the very start.

she immediately picks up on your nerves, noticing the way you’re wringing your hands and staring at yourself with uncertainty. she crosses the room, her steps quick and purposeful, and places a gentle hand on your shoulder. “hey, you look absolutely stunning,” she says softly, her voice full of warmth. “oscar is going to lose his mind when he sees you.”

you smile, but it’s wobbly, and you can feel the tears threatening to spill. “thank you, nicole. i’m just... i don’t know why i’m so nervous. i’ve been waiting for this day for so long, and now that it’s here, i’m suddenly terrified.”

nicole guides you to the chair by the window, sitting down beside you and holding your hand tightly in hers. “sweetheart, it’s completely normal to feel like this. this is a huge moment, and it’s okay to have a little freak-out.”

you nod, looking down at your lap. “i just keep thinking... what if i’m not enough? what if something goes wrong today, or what if—” you pause, the words getting stuck in your throat. “i love him so much. i just want everything to be perfect for him.”

nicole’s expression softens, and she squeezes your hand, her grip both comforting and strong. “you are more than enough. oscar has loved you since the moment he met you. i’ve never seen him light up the way he does when you’re around. you bring out this side of him that’s so pure, so full of joy. he’s happier, calmer, and more himself with you than i’ve ever seen him.”

she looks at you with a fond smile, her eyes brimming with affection. “i remember him calling me after your first date—he couldn’t stop talking about you. he’d found this person who got him, who made him laugh, who understood him in a way no one else ever had. and it wasn’t just how much fun you had together, it was how deeply he respected you, how much he admired the way you saw the world. he told me then, ‘mum, she’s the one,’ and he meant it with every part of his heart.”

tears slip down your cheeks as you listen, overwhelmed by the love nicole’s words carry. you always knew oscar loved you, but hearing it like this, from his mother, makes it feel even more real.

“and it’s not just that he loves you,” nicole continues, her voice full of certainty. “he’s proud of you. every time you accomplish something, he’s right there cheering you on, bragging to anyone who will listen. when you’re sad, he’s the first to comfort you. when you’re happy, his whole world lights up. he would do anything for you, and you would do the same for him. i don’t think he’s ever been surer of anything in his life than wanting to spend it with you.”

you take a shaky breath, feeling the warmth of nicole’s words seep into your heart. “i just . . . i can’t believe i get to have this. i can’t believe i get to have him.”

nicole smiles, brushing a tear from your cheek. “believe it, because he feels the same way. you’re his world. and today, when he sees you walking down that aisle, he’s going to be reminded of every reason why he fell in love with you. you make each other better, and everyone can see it.”

you laugh softly, a mixture of nerves and overwhelming happiness. “i feel like the luckiest person in the world.”

nicole pulls you into a hug, holding you tightly. “you two are so right for each other, and i’m so glad you found each other. this is just the start of a beautiful life together.”

as you pull away, nicole gives you a reassuring smile. “oscar is the luckiest man, and he knows it. he’s never loved anyone the way he loves you, and he never will. you’re his person.”

and as you look at yourself in the mirror one last time, the nerves are still there, but they’re quieter now, overshadowed by the joy of knowing you’re marrying a man who loves you more deeply than you ever thought possible. today is the day you get to say ‘i do’ to your best friend, and as you walk out of the room, you know you’re walking toward the greatest adventure of your life—with oscar by your side, forever and ever and always.

[keigosdear]

think of this as like… slightly smutty fluff? it’s more like fluff with a little bit of smut than fluffy smut. when I thought this up at 2 am I had originally pictured atsumu, but then I was like WAIT. this is so suna. so enjoy <3

fem!reader, reader has an absurd amount of hickeys. nipple play, verbal teasing, reader really likes marks… allusions to previous and future sex. MDNI.

dividers by @/cafekitsune

as soon as you see your reflection in the mirror, you gasp and bring a hand up to your neck.

the very same neck that’s absolutely covered with marks. how did he even sneak that many in without you noticing?

any other day you’d be admiring how pretty they are and reminiscing on how you got them in the first place, but you’re meeting friends for lunch in two hours.

so instead you march back into the bedroom and start whacking your fiancé, who’s still sleeping peacefully, with a pillow.

“ow! hey, babe, what the fuck-“ he tries to defend himself by putting his arms up.

“I said no marks!” you hiss, getting one final hit in before you let him sit up.

he takes one look at your neck and snickers. “damn, babe, did you try the whisk already?”

your eyes nearly bulge out of your head. “this isn’t funny, rin! I told you not to mark me up last night, but you made me look like overripe fruit! a whisk won’t fix this!”

rin gets out of bed and slowly starts walking you back against the wall as you rant. you can feel your resolve dissipating and there’s little you can do to stop it once your back hits the wall. “I mean what even are you, a vampire?”

he laughs for real this time and leans in a bit closer. “maybe. do they hurt? let me kiss them better, baby…” he starts trailing gentle, innocent kisses along your jaw before moving lower.

“ohhh no,” you start, pushing at his shoulders when he reaches the first mark. “you and your lips aren’t allowed anywhere near my neck for the next three to five business days,” you manage to get out in between your own laughter bubbling up.

suna gives you a look that could only mean trouble. “aw, but you love my lips on your neck,” he says and then smirks. “clearly.”

you roll your eyes. ��rules are rules, you should’ve thought about the consequences beforehand.”

both of you know you won’t last that long before he’s back to his usual antics, but he decides to humor you for now.

“fine,” he sighs, picking you up and carrying you back to bed, ignoring your protests. “I guess I got a bit carried away.”

you nod. “yes you did.”

“and I’m very sorry, baby.”

“no you’re not.”

“no I’m not,” he agrees.

you sigh. “also you have to buy me a new tube of concealer, I’m gonna be out once I’m done trying to cover all this up.”

he frowns a little. “hm, fine, but I hate it when you cover these up…” he hums. “suppose it can’t be helped this time.”

your breath hitches when he toys with the neckline of your tank top. “guess I’ll just need to start leaving marks in more hidden areas,” he murmurs to himself, as though he’s entranced by your chest. “you don’t mind, right?”

your eyes widen. of course you don’t mind- he’s realized over the years just how much you enjoy it when he leaves marks, and he’s gotten really good at using it to his advantage.

he leans down to kiss the base of your throat and you gasp. he starts a trail from there to the valley of your breasts.

“this area seems like a good place to start…” he shifts your top so that it’s pulled up over your chest. your nipples harden at the cool air and he immediately latches on to one of them.

you gasp and instinctively tangle one of your hands in his hair. “rin,” you moan, unable to stop the noise from escaping. “we can’t, I have to leave soon.”

he doesn’t stop his tongue from rolling over the hardened bud for even a second and you wonder if he even heard you.

if you’re late to another hang out, your friends would never let you hear the end of it.

but honestly, once he lifts his hand to start pinching at your other nipple, your head is tossed back along with your worries. “rin, please…”

the whiny tone of your voice entices him to pull back with a pop! and look up at you with a smug expression. “please what?”

you huff in frustration and stare up at the ceiling, unwilling to stare into his eyes. “please…” you grit out.

he rests his chin on your sternum and lazily traces circles over one bud with his index finger. “take your time baby, I’ve got all day.”

you bite your lip to force down any noises that want to break free and try to use your words. you know he knows what you want, and he knows you have trouble asking for things.

you assume this is his revenge for being woken up by your pillow attack. asshole.

“rin please, I want more…”

suna grins and (thankfully) doesn’t torture you any longer. he bites down onto one of the meatier parts of your supple breast and soothes it with his tongue.

“good girl,” his tone is completely patronizing and only serves to tug at the ribbon holding what’s left of your obstinacy together and deal the final blow.

he has you right where he wants you- a needy mess underneath him.

he trails his hand down to your sleep shorts and toys with the waistband. “let’s see how wet you are from just a little bit of teasing, hm?”

you pull your shorts down when he shoots you an expectant look and you bite your lip when the cool air hits your folds.

two lithe fingers drag up your slit, gathering your juices, and tap your clit. a whimper leaves your lips and he licks his fingers clean with a smile. “you taste amazing, baby…”

he moves down your body slowly, leaving kisses and gentle nibbles along your tummy until he’s slotted in between your thighs.

he leans his cheek on top of one and looks up at you with faux sympathy. “sorry babe, looks like you’re gonna be late again.”

if your mind wasn’t so muddled with lust, you’d roll your eyes and tell him to get on with it, maybe even call him a dick for pushing back your plans. instead you card a hand through his hair and give him your best set of puppy dog eyes.

“please, rin, hurry up,” your voice is barely a whisper, but he hears you and doesn’t waste any more time.

you’re sure the amount of shit you’ll get from your friends later will be well worth it.

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hope you enjoyed!!

@nyctophilicroses @makkir0ll here it is!!

[justabratsworld]

Be Careful For What You Wish For

Cw: noncon, mans did not pull out

It was the 12th of December when Maximus first saw her. His never ending world of darkness had finally ended. (Y/n) was a whirlwind of emotions. She brought about feelings Maximus forgotten. As the days turned into night, Maximus found himself watching her sleep.

Normally he would chase away whoever moved in his old home but he can’t bring himself to do it this time. Watching (y/n) do her day to day routine stirred something within him.

When he was still alive he wasn’t someone who felt love like other people did. Maximus would get consumed by an obsessive love, driven by a need for possession. He would need to be the only person his lover needed and wanted. Sure he got his hands dirty from time to time in order to get rid of competition but it was all for love.

One night, (y/n) was staring at the full moon. Tears flowing down her face and she kept pleading the universe to send her someone that would love her. Someone who would appreciate her and who would be loyal.

Hearing this, Maximus took this as an invitation to take her for his own. Before (y/n) could react, Maximus made his move. His hands grabbed her arms and pulled her close. The scent of peaches filled his nose as he dug his face into her head. Her body felt nice against his. (Y/n) struggled, her eyes wide with terror, but Maximus was stronger than he looked. He bound (y/n)’s hands and feet with rope. His heart twisting with a cruel pleasure as he saw the fear in his beloved’s eyes, the realization dawning on her face that she was trapped.

'Don't be afraid, my love,' he said, his voice now a soft coo as he gently caressed her face. 'You are safe with me. I will protect you, keep you safe from the world, from harm.'

(Y/n)’s face paled. A million thoughts were going through her head as she tried to figure out who was doing this. Whenever he spoke it sounded like he was in front of her but she saw no one. When she looked in the mirror she saw no reflection. But his fingers caressing her sides and his breath on her neck felt real.

The ropes around her feet loosened as she felt her legs spread apart. (Y/n)’s heart dropped when she felt her pajama pants and underwear slipping down her legs.

‘Don’t worry my love, once we bounds our souls together, you will see the man who has been worshipping the ground you walk on since you moved here’ Maximus whispered in her eat (Y/n)’s pretty eyes were screwed shut as she kept shaking her head no. She didn’t want whatever this is. When she asked the universe for a passionate lover she didn’t mean this.

Maximus dropped to his knees, pulling (y/n)’s underwear down to expose her glistening pussy. He wasted no time in burying his face in her, his tongue lapping at her dripping wetness. (Y/n)’s moans grew louder as he forced an orgasm out of her.

Maximus stood up, his cock throbbing with need. He grabbed (y/n)’s hips, pulling her close as he thrust into her. Watching his love cry out and throwing her head back as he filled her made him feral. He began to fuck her with a primal need, his hips slamming into her with each powerful thrust.

Feeling himself on the edge, Maximus knew he couldn't hold back any longer. With a final thrust, he exploded inside her, filling her pussy with his hot cum. (Y/n) gasped, her body shaking as she felt him cum inside her.

‘Now we are one my love’

A/n: first time writing a sex scene 🥴 let me know if i need to add anymore cw

[sxcret-garden]

Yunho ღ NSFW Alphabet [M]

ღ Ateez - NSFW Alphabets ღ Ateez Yunho x gn!reader (some parts might work better with fem-bodied!reader) ღ words: ~3.5k ღ genre: smut ღ warnings: none

A = Aftercare (what he’s like after sex)

He’s soso sweet :( oftentimes he already thought of preparing the essentials beforehand - some water, towels, some snacks,... and he won’t hesitate to provide you with anything else you might want or need after having sex. Takes especially good care of you if you’ve been going at it for a long time and/or if he got a little rough with you. He enjoys staying up with you afterwards, holding you close while just talking about literally anything, and he always wants to know whether you enjoyed yourself, if there’s anything you want him to do differently next time, and so on.

B = Body part (his favorite body part of his partner)

Your waist. He just loves the shape of it, loves tracing his fingertips along your sides, and though he’s trying not to make it obvious at first, it really just is obvious. Blushes a little when you ask him why he likes it so much and just tells you it’s pretty before pressing a kiss to your lips. Even when he’s looking at you from afar he can’t help but let his eyes trace your shape over and over again, and when he’s finally alone with you, you will catch him marveling at your beauty, wishing he could spend all day mapping out your shapes with his lips and worshipping your body.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum)

Your pleasure is his top priority when having sex with you, so it’s likely you’re gonna cum more often than him overall. And of course he eventually wants to chase his own high as well, but he just can’t stop searching for all the different ways in which he can get you off because he gets so addicted to the way your body reacts to him. His favourite is having you cum around his fingers, showering you with praises as if he got drunk on the feeling of your contracting around his digits. As for him, he loves it when you simply let him cum into your fist as you’re giving him a handjob. Idk, something about seeing his cum dripping down your fingers just really does it for him.

D = Dirty secret (a dirty secret or secret desire of his)

That time he caught you getting off by yourself and he just couldn’t bring himself to walk away. He didn’t even see anything, he just walked into his apartment, not knowing you had already come home, and he didn’t seem to be the only one unaware of the other’s presence. Because even when he deliberately closed the door loudly, your moans didn’t stop. And so he stood there, frozen up, and feeling himself being very much affected by what’s unfolding in the other room. And he just can’t stop himself from getting painfully turned on by the sounds falling from your lips as you’re bringing yourself closer and closer to your high.

He’ll keep this a secret from you for a very long time, because he knows he should’ve just walked back out and returned a bit later instead of listening in on you. But eventually he’ll tell you about it, once you’ve been dating for long enough to be sure you wouldn’t feel awkward about this anymore.

E = Experience (how experienced is he?)

Average I’d say? He’s had sexual partners before, but not that many. He doesn’t seem like the type to jump from relationship to relationship, and I also think one-night-stands are more of an occasional thing for him, but overall I think he has at least some experience!

F = Favorite position 

Depends on what mood he’s in, but usually a kind of position where he can observe you well. An all time favourite of his has got to be you having your back against his chest, while you’re standing or sitting in front of a mirror. He wants to see all your reactions and watches your reflection with great interest as he touches you. Plus, there’s just something very hot to him about also seeing himself taking you from behind in a mirror… When he’s frustrated or being rough with you however, he’ll prefer to bend you over the nearest surface and to have his way with you like that.

G = Goofy (is he more serious in the moment? is he humorous?)

There’s definitely gonna be the occasional giggle when you’re sleeping with him. He’s super chill about embarrassing situations, and will always want to convey to you that everything’s okay - sometimes you’re just gonna be clumsy about something and he actually finds that endearing more than anything. But even then, especially when you’re having very sweet sex, he will make you laugh time and time again to keep a lighthearted mood. However, if you’re being more rough and having kinky sex he’ll be more on the serious side, because he wants to make sure everything that’s happening is alright with you, and that you’re feeling good at all times!

H = Headspace (how much does he think about it/you during the day? how elaborate are his fantasies?)

I think he actually doesn’t think about sex super often? But when he does it’s usually deliberate. He’s very good at keeping his self control in case a sexual thought does pop up in his mind every now and then at an inappropriate time, so it’s also very hard to get him riled up if you’re trying to tease him in public for example. However, when he’s in the comfort of his own home he will let his thoughts wander from time to time, indulging in his own fantasies (whether it’s about a specific person or just anyone in general) and he will usually end up getting off to his own thoughts in the end.

I = Intimacy (how passionate or romantic is he?)

I think he’s both very passionate and very romantic deep inside, though the passion-side doesn’t always show very obviously. He’s responsible and more concerned about your pleasure than his own most of all, so even when you can undeniably see the passion burning in his gaze, he’ll stay in control most of the time and not let it take over - especially if you’re having rough sex. Though that might just make the times when his passion and need for you break through that much hotter… As for his romantic side… that will show most if not all of the time, he just can’t help it. Whether it’s in the way he communicates with you, always making sure you’re on the same page at all times, or in the way he gazes at you lovingly whenever he has the chance, or how he whispers sweet nothings to you throughout. If one thing’s for sure then it’s that this guy will make you feel loved at all times! He might get a little shy about classic romantic acts, you know, like putting on some background music to get in the mood, or candles or rose petals scattered all over the bed, but if you mention to him that you’re into that kind of stuff he’ll definitely one day surprise you with it!

J = Jack off (how does he masturbate and how often?)

I don’t think he gets off all that often? Though he seems like the type to use it to let off some steam at the end of the day, but then it’s really just a quick orgasm and nothing more. As I mentioned above, he will sometimes let his mind wander, and if he’s caught up in his fantasies he might just end up taking more time with pleasuring himself sometimes. But I think that especially when he has a partner, he’d choose having sex with them over masturbating any day.

K = Kink (one of his kinks)

Gonna go with a choking kink here because… if Yunho then hands, and hands around throat just makes him soso horny even when he’s just thinking about it. He occasionally likes having your hands around his throat too, whether you’re just resting them there or actually applying some pressure, but he definitely prefers it the other way around. So if you’re into that too, he will do it quite often. Just the image of his big hands wrapped around your throat is so pretty to him, and he’ll be very responsible about the power that gives him over you. Loves having you watch yourself in the mirror as he’s getting you off with one hand, the other hand around your throat keeping you in place and forcing you to watch as he whispers dirty praises in your ear, but he also loves simply having you underneath him in missionary, fucking into you as he applies pressure to your throat, watching as you’re slowly losing your mind.

L = Location (favorite places to do it)

The comfort of his or your home is definitely by far the nr 1 for him. He’s not a public sex type of guy at all, like the most public he’s willing to go is in the car usually. If you like the thrill of it, he’ll sometimes be willing to get you off in a semi-public space, but in the end he’d really rather be somewhere the both of you can get comfortable and won’t have to worry about being caught or being too loud, etc. However, that doesn’t mean y’all always have to go at it in the bedroom. If you’re both very horny he’ll take any surface available - the couch, the dinner table, the kitchen counter, even the floor. There’s actually something very enticing to him about taking you on the dining table and making you moan his name where he knows friends or family will sit and have a meal with you on another day, without even so much as suspecting what he’s done to you in that very same place.

M = Motivation (what turns him on, gets him going)

Praise! I think praise has got to be his biggest motivator. Hums at you when you tell him how good he’s making you feel and then somehow manages to make you feel even better. This guy could spend all day just getting you off in various ways, fuelled by nothing but the way you praise him, and how he can feel your body reacting to his touch. Even the subtle things, like you melting into his touch or leaning into his hand at the small of your back will make him go crazy about you. And the tension is undeniable when he’s coming closer and closer, not yet giving you that kiss you’re craving or his sweet touch you’ve been longing for all day - it’s his way of riling you up and making you need him, and once he succeeds in making you almost beg for him he’ll be all over you in no time.

And even when the tables are turned, and you’re the one taking care of him, every praise falling from your lips will sound like heaven to him. He WILL blush as you keep praising him while bringing him closer to the edge, and the sounds you can get out of him as you continue sweet-talking him towards his orgasm will be so sinful and perfect, and yet not something he’d ever let you hear otherwise.

N = No (something he wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Receiving pain can be a big turn-off for him. Unless done right, he’s just not into it, and actually finds it kind of awkward? It just doesn’t feel right to him most of the time, and will ruin the mood so fast. However, in certain situations, when he’s about to cum, that definitely changes, and a slightly painful sensation like you pulling his hair a bit roughly or digging your fingernails into his skin might serve to enhance his pleasure!

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He’s pretty decent at giving oral I’d say. And though his favourite way of getting you off is simply using his hands, he’s more than willing to give you head rather often as well. There’s just something so intimate and sexy about the way his eyes will be glued to your face the whole time, checking for even the slightest reaction to his touches. This helps him figure out what you like and what drives you crazy very quickly, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t put that knowledge to good use. Loves the taste of you and how it feels when you cum into his mouth. 

The other way around he’d never say no to receiving oral from you, and prefers it when he can just lean back and enjoy the ride. Won’t really do much except telling you how well you’re doing, until he’s coming really close or if you’re edging him. Then he’ll eventually reach the point where he can’t take it anymore and he’ll buck his hips up into your mouth or grab your hair (if possible) to keep you in place and fuck your mouth until he reaches his high.

P = Pace (is he fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Yunho is naturally more on the sensual side, with everything. Whether he’s giving you just his fingers, head, or his dick. But the thing with him is also that he’s pretty versatile and is willing to adapt to his partner’s likes quite a lot. So if you’re into a fast and rough pace, he’ll give you exactly what you want, and he’ll definitely end up enjoying it too! Though if it were entirely up to him, he usually prefers going slow and taking his time worshipping your body and mapping out all your favourite places to be touched. Only when he’s very desperate or his very dominant side comes out he’ll become rougher, but even then he tends to still be slow, to savour every single moment, every sound coming out of your mouth and every sensation flowing through your bodies.

Q = Quickie (his opinions on quickies?)

He’s the type who would rather take his time with his partner usually!! However, at certain times a quickie is an appreciated change of pace so to say. If having sex with him normally is all about your pleasure, then a quickie is usually more about him, and so he tends to get a bit rough during them (unless you tell him you don’t like that of course). He just needs you right here and right now, and if you’ve been out or one of you haven’t been home, there’s a chance the frustration has been boiling deep inside for a while, and now that he finally has you to himself, all of that will come bursting out of him at once. You can tell how much he needs you by the way he kisses you impatiently and how he manhandles you into the exact position he wants you in. It’s not rare for him to cum quickly in a situation like this, and not leave enough time for you to reach your high as well. So if the situation allows for it, he’ll slow down once he’s caught his breath and make sure you get your fair share of pleasure as well. But then it’s not really a quickie anymore so alksdöfjs yeah, he really is the type to want to indulge properly after all.

R = Risk (does he like to experiment or take risks?)

He’s not a risk-taker at all. That said, he prefers having sex when it’s guaranteed there’s no risk of getting caught in the act (it kinda ruins the mood for him ngl). However, I do think he loves the sight of watching his cum dripping out of you, so if it’s about not using a condom he’s down for it, so long as you’re using some other form of protection instead.

S = Stamina (how long does he last?)

Has A LOT of stamina. He doesn’t really need a long recovery period until he can go again after cumming once, but even then he knows more than enough things to do in between - whether that’s making out with you or going straight to getting you off again. I think he can last several rounds, and he knows just what to do to make sure he’ll have the energy to keep going for as long as possible.

T = Toys (does he own toys? does he use them? on a partner or himself?)

I do think he’s a fan of toys! Might have one or two for himself, but definitely has a few to use with a partner! Loves getting them out for in between rounds, so he can continue pleasing you while he rests. Toys to him are mostly about enhancing your pleasure, so he’ll pick them accordingly and discuss with you what you want him to use on you. He likes watching your reaction to them, and tbh he also enjoys that they allow for him to have a lot of control over you while being able to give you multiple orgasms once you’ve figured out what works best for you.

U = Unfair (how much he likes to tease)

Yunho isn’t much of a teaser originally, it’s really not something that needs to be a part of sex for him. He’s more of a praise kinda guy, but if you like being teased he’s up for trying! And seeing the reactions he can get out of you with it, it’ll quickly become something you do often. Vice versa, it can go two ways. If you’ve established a dynamic where he takes on a very dominant role he’ll definitely make you regret teasing him by teasing you back harder and maybe even going as far as not to let you cum until you’ve begged for it. However, if there’s no such dynamic between you two he’ll probably be super flustered if you tease him. Especially if your teasing is verbal while you’re going at it, he’ll be blushing so hard and won’t know how to respond cjxnxnxn

V = Volume (how loud or vocal is he? what does he sound like?)

He isn’t really loud. He definitely talks a lot - ongoing communication while you’re having sex is very important to him, plus he finds it hot too. Some dirty talk certainly gets him going! Otherwise he’s pretty quiet, but you will hear him moan as he gets closer, and then sometimes he’s just gonna let out the most unholy sounds you didn’t think he’d be capable of producing…

W = Wild card (a random headcanon)

Your mind clouded by pleasure and your knees weakening, you’ve melted fully into Yunho’s touch. He has his arm around your waist, and if it wasn’t for the fact that you’re coming close to your orgasm you might’ve been embarrassed about your fucked out expression you find in the mirror right in front of you. Yunho has his face buried in your neck, kissing and nipping at the skin there, his slender fingers ghosting just above your core as he mutters a praise.

“So pretty for me…” he breathes and you arch your back just a little more, immediately feeling him hitting that sweet spot inside you.

“Y-yun… ‘m close…” is all you can whine, and you hear him hissing a curse below your ear. 

“Fuck, me too,” he growls through gritted teeth, all while never taking his eyes off the mirror. “Wanna see your pretty face when you cum.” You let out yet another desperate whine at his words, and when his fingers come in contact with your core for some extra stimulation, you know you won’t last another ten seconds. 

“C-coming… Yun… I’m-” Your high crashes down on you, and you feel yourself shaking violently in his hold as he lets out a strained groan and releases inside you, muttering once again how pretty you look in the mirror.

X = (X) as a mark (does he like marking you/being marked? where?)

While he doesn’t want any marks on his or your body to be visible when you’re wearing clothes, he does quite enjoy the sensation of getting marked. You marking him actually activates his possessive side, and is one of the ways to make sure he’ll get rough with you afterwards. Might mark you back, though he prefers doing it with his fingernails dragged across your skin than giving you a hickey. As mentioned before, he’s overall not the biggest fan of being made to feel pain during sex, but if you’re both very close and you end up biting or scratching him in the heat of the moment, that will very much add some more pleasure for him!

Y = Yearning (how high is his sex drive?)

Somewhere in the middle I’d say? Not suuuper high, though his sex drive definitely increases when he has a partner, especially when you haven’t been together for long. He’s not the type to want sex everyday - he’d much rather do it only a few times a week, on days where you can really take your time and enjoy yourselves. But don’t let yourself be fooled, once he does get horny he gets reaaaaally into it!

Z = Zzz (how quickly he falls asleep afterwards)

As I already mentioned, he’s really big on aftercare, so most often he will stay up with you for another while after having sex. In general I don’t think he’s that easily tired out, so won’t be the type to blackout right away.

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Angsty Ace Headcanons 

Summary: A collection of angsty Ace headcanons

Genre: Angst

CW: None // SFW

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Ace never knew what his mother looked like, never even saw a photograph of her. 

At a certain point, Ace wanted nothing more than to become the marine Garp wanted him to be. He wanted desperately to please his grandfather, a man who could have turned him over to the World Government in exchange for a nice reward and even promotion but chose instead to harbor him. And when Ace learned the truth about his biological father, when Ace realized the World Government would never accept him as one of their own no matter what Garp said, he went to the seashore and cried, forced to accept he would only ever draw the ire of the one man he wanted to please.  

Ace always felt like a monster for beating Luffy. He had a very valid thought process: I have to make him stronger. But he still felt like he was doing something horribly wrong. The guilt stuck with him as he grew older, consuming him when he recalled the times he treated Luffy more like a brother than a son (parentification can be a bitch). 

Ace only began valuing his life after Sabo died. He only did it because he thought he had to for Luffy’s sake. Without Luffy, he would have lost the will to live entirely, and on some level, he did lose the will to live when he met the Straw Hats and realized Luffy was taken care of without him. Rather than feeling peace at having fulfilled the promise he’d made to a deceased Sabo to care for their little brother, he felt a sense of failure because he wasn’t needed. 

Ace once came across one of his father’s old wanted posters and, to his horror, recognized himself. Thus, he avoids his reflection at all costs. He’s been called attractive, but he doesn’t understand why because all he sees when he looks in the mirror is a monster. Burns his own wanted posters when he encounters them because he can’t stand the sight of himself. 

Ace always shrugged it off, but deep down, he felt horribly guilty for sleeping on the floor at Dadan’s place. Bringing food to her doorstep was his way of earning his keep, even as a small child, but the need to pay her back for sheltering a little monster like him didn’t go away when he set sail. He began sending money back to her every month in hopes it would ease the burden he had undoubtedly put on her by existing. 

When Whitebeard tried adopting him, he didn’t resort to violence because he was still trying to take down an Emperor. He did so because he was triggered by Whitebeard’s compassion. It was such a foreign feeling to him he could only think to attack, scared of what that compassion stirred in him. 

Ace was petrified of sex, even when taking every precaution. He was terrified of getting a girl pregnant and bringing a child into the world that hated him before he was ever born and would surely hate his child for all the same reasons, would perhaps even hate that child more because they would be blamed for his crimes in addition to his father’s. He had vivid nightmares about becoming a father, and then felt guilty for having those nightmares about it because he felt like he was inflicting psychological wounds on his nonexistent unborn child by not wanting them. 

Ace died thinking Sabo would be waiting for him on the other side. 

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Secret Loser: H.JS Han Jisung x fem!reader (College AU)

WC: 19.4K

CW: Mention of body piercings, specifically a Prince Albert, Sexual References (No Smut), Minlix romance, side romances, OOC Jisung, tatted-up Jisung (a warning of it's own)

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The sun is setting, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink as the Alpha Phi boys lounge around a picnic table at Wolmi Myland, a theme park in Incheon. The air is warm and sticky with the scent of hot dogs, popcorn, and fried food. They’re all wearing ridiculous novelty sunglasses. Each pair is more absurd than the last.

Jisung, ever the dramatic one, wears a pair of neon-pink guitar-shaped sunglasses that are so large they almost obscure his face entirely. He’s sitting back in his chair, arms crossed, looking unbothered, but there’s a hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Fuck, I can barely see with these things on,” Changbin mutters, adjusting his own aviator-style glasses that have a flame design on the sides. He’s half-dressed in football team merch, the oversized T-shirt swallowing his frame. He shovels a handful of fries into his mouth and looks over at Minho, who's sitting opposite him, winking at Felix.

Felix, whose blonde hair is messy from the humidity, but still perfectly styled, glances up at Minho, his face turning a shade of pink that clashes with the neon orange of his oversized bunny sunglasses.

“Stop fucking staring, Minho,” Felix says, his voice crackling with a nervous laugh.

Minho leans in a little closer, his eyes dancing with mischief, the black, pink, and blue streaks in his hair matching the colour scheme of his mirrored sunglasses. “What, you can’t handle it, Felix? You look cute when you’re embarrassed, you know that?”

Felix’s cheeks go from pink to red, and he stutters, an adorable mess. “I-I don’t- What the hell are you talking about?” He tries to redirect his attention to his phone, scrolling through the latest Instagram posts from Kappa Tau, but Minho’s not letting him off the hook that easy.

“Come on, stop pretending you’re not into it,” Minho teases, his voice low and warm, a playful edge to every syllable. He gives Felix a slow, deliberate wink, and the heat on Felix’s face only deepens.

“You’re such a pain in the ass,” Felix mutters, trying to avoid looking at him directly. His fingers fumble with the straw in his drink. He’s trying, really trying, not to be flustered, but Minho’s making it impossible.

“You’re so cute when you blush,” Minho continues, giving Felix a lazy, flirtatious grin. “Honestly, I’m surprised I haven’t kissed you yet, Felix. What’s the hold up?”

Felix sputters, his eyes wide with disbelief. “Y-You- What? No, shut up.” His hands shake as he brings his drink to his lips, but instead of sipping, he accidentally splashes some soda on his chin.

“Smooth,” Jisung chimes in, his guitar-shaped sunglasses reflecting the twilight. “You know, Felix, I never thought I'd see you as the type to blush like a virgin in church, but here we are.” He leans back, chuckling to himself.

Changbin snorts. “Fucking right. I thought you had game, man.” He gives Felix a playful shove, the fries he’s holding spilling everywhere. “Guess not, huh?”

Felix looks at him, aghast. “I have fucking game. You’re just all assholes.”

“Sure, sure,” Changbin grins. “Just admit Minho’s got you weak in the knees, bro.”

“Fuck off, Changbin,” Felix snaps, but his eyes dart to Minho, and for a split second, he looks like he’s about to give in. But he quickly turns away, reaching for a bag of chips to hide his flustered expression.

“Yikes, dude, you really are a mess,” Seungmin says, popping a chip into his mouth with an exaggerated crunch. He’s got the worst luck, though. While everyone else is sporting absurdly oversized sunglasses, Seungmin’s sporting a pair of dick-shaped sunglasses.

“Are you fucking serious right now?” Minho asks, bursting into laughter. “Dude, you literally lost the rock-paper-scissors tournament and this is the price you pay? Fucking dick glasses?”

Seungmin, ever the good sport, grins. “Yeah, I look fucking amazing, don’t I?” He leans back, letting the ridiculousness of it all sink in. “The ladies love it.”

“Right,” Changbin snickers. “Yeah, you’re gonna get so much ass with those, Seungmin.”

“Can’t wait to get those numbers,” Seungmin quips back, tossing a handful of fries at Changbin. “I’ll be swimming in pussy.”

“Fuck off, man,” Jisung laughs, his voice vibrating with amusement. He lets out a dramatic sigh. “You guys are all a bunch of idiots.”

“Hey,” Hyunjin says from the other end of the table, adjusting his longish black hair and flicking his sunglasses to the side. “Can we focus for a second? I still can’t believe we’re all stuck here because of that stupid game of gawi bawi bo. What the fuck, we’re Alpha Phi, not a fucking daycare.”

“It’s the fucking principle of the matter, man,” Jisung protests, rolling up his black button-up sleeves to reveal his inked arms. His scorpion tattoo winks at anyone brave enough to look too closely. “Seungmin lost, he wears the dick glasses. End of story.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Hyunjin mutters, pulling a hot dog from the wrapper. “But we could be, I don’t know, doing something cool right now. Instead, we’re all sitting around here in dumb glasses, eating shit food.”

Felix’s lips quirk into a grin as he takes another sip from his drink. “We’re doing what we do best. Acting like idiots.”

“Fuck yeah,” Changbin agrees, tossing a fry into the air and catching it in his mouth with impressive skill. “But it’s not even that bad. I’m pretty sure we’re the only ones in this park with a crew as fucking good-looking as us. Right, Jeongin?”

Jeongin, who had been sitting silently, nods enthusiastically, flashing a wide grin. His black hair falls into his eyes as he tilts his head to look at them. “I mean, we’re pretty fucking hot. No one stands a chance.”

“You’re right,” Minho chimes in with a smirk. “But still, Felix here can’t handle it when I flirt with him. It’s like he turns into a fucking tomato.”

“Shut the hell up, Minho,” Felix mutters, reaching for his fries to avoid making eye contact.

The whole group bursts into laughter, the sound of their voices cutting through the fading sunlight. There’s something about their energy, the way they mess with each other without any real malice behind it, that makes it hard to tell if they’re just friends or if there’s something more simmering beneath the surface. The way Minho looks at Felix, the way Felix reacts, says a lot more than they’re willing to admit.

But for now, all they care about is the joke, the laughter, and the warm summer night ahead. The rest can wait.

The bustling energy of Wolmi Myland crescendos as the disco pang pang ride spins in vivid neon, flashing lights reflecting off the polished metal of its circular platform. Jisung smirks, tugging at his silver chains as he steps forward, his black button-up fluttering slightly in the sea breeze. “Alright, let’s do this,” he says, his confidence unmistakable as he adjusts the sleeves of his shirt, tattoos coiling down his arms catching the light.

“God, I hope you puke,” Changbin mutters from the sidelines, leaning against the railing with a half-empty soda in one hand. Beside him, Chan lets out a loud laugh.

“Bold of you to assume Jisung has anything left in his stomach,” Chan retorts.

“Fuck you, guys,” Jisung calls back without turning around, flipping them the bird over his shoulder. “You’re just jealous you’re not man enough for this ride.”

“Man enough?” Seungmin repeats, adjusting the ridiculous dick-shaped sunglasses still perched on his nose. “Bro, you’re the one who screamed on the log flume like it was a fucking horror movie.”

“THERE WAS WATER IN MY EYE,” Jisung shouts dramatically, throwing his arms in the air. Hyunjin doubles over laughing, his black hair nearly obscuring his face.

“Sure there was, drama queen,” Hyunjin teases. “Come on, let’s do this before Felix changes his mind.”

“I’m not changing my mind!” Felix protests, his voice indignant. His usual confidence wavers slightly under Minho’s amused smirk. “It’s just a ride, right? No big deal.”

“Right,” Minho says smoothly, patting Felix on the back. “And if you scream, I’ll still think you’re cute.”

Felix flushes deep red, stammering, “I- Shut up, Minho!”

They climb onto the ride, the four of them sliding into seats along the circular edge, gripping the bar behind them for balance. The operator, a middle-aged man with a mischievous grin, grabs the microphone and leans into it. “Welcome to disco pang pang! You ready to scream?”

The crowd cheers, and the speakers crackle again. “Alright, let’s start with a question: who’s single?”

Hyunjin, Felix, Minho, and Jisung raise their hands without hesitation, drawing immediate hoots and whistles from the onlookers.

Across the platform, your friend Jennie snickers and grabs your hand, thrusting it into the air. “Y/N’s single too!” she calls out, her Snow White outfit glittering under the lights.

Lisa, dressed as Cinderella, grabs Rose’s hand and does the same. “Rose is single too!”

The operator laughs, the mic amplifying his voice. “Alright, looks like we’ve got options. You four guys. Who’s best suited for Sleeping Beauty over there?” He points directly at you, your pink outfit shimmering under the ride’s lights.

Minho, Hyunjin, and Felix immediately point at Jisung, who raises an eyebrow and smirks, tilting his head. “Guess it’s unanimous,” he quips.

Minho holds up his hands. “We’re gay. No girls for us.”

Felix nods, backing him up. “None. At all.”

The operator chuckles. “Fair enough. What about Elsa, then?” He gestures toward Rose, her platinum-blonde wig catching the light.

“I’ll take that one,” Hyunjin says confidently, raising his hand with a grin.

“Alright, let’s spin!” The operator starts the ride with a sudden jolt, and the platform lurches into motion.

The ride spins and bounces, the centrifugal force sending everyone sliding against the edges, laughter and shouts filling the air. You grip the bar behind you tightly, but the ride jerks again, and suddenly your grip slips.

“Shit!” you exclaim, sliding uncontrollably toward the middle.

Jisung notices instantly, his dark eyes locking onto you as you skid along the platform. “Oh, fuck,” he mutters, reaching out instinctively with one hand while keeping the other firmly on the bar.

Minho, Hyunjin, and Felix all stretch out their hands to help too, but Jisung’s reflexes are faster. His fingers close around your wrist, and he yanks you up onto your feet just as the ride jolts again.

The force sends you sprawling. Straight into Jisung’s lap.

“Holy shit,” Jisung mutters, one arm wrapping around your waist instinctively to keep you steady. The scorpion tattoo on his neck is close enough to brush against your temple, his breath warm against your ear. “You good?”

“Yeah,” you reply calmly, despite the chaos. Your voice is soft, unfazed, as if crashing into a stranger’s lap is just another day at the amusement park.

The operator’s voice booms over the speakers, laughter in his tone. “Hold the pretty girl, Romeo!”

Jennie, Lisa, Jisoo, and Rose dissolve into howls of laughter from their seats. “Oh my god, Y/N!” Jennie screams. “You’re fucking killing me!”

The ride jerks again, and you slip slightly, but Jisung’s grip tightens, one hand still braced on the bar. “I got you,” he says smoothly, his flirty smirk returning. “Guess you’re stuck with me now.”

Minho, Felix, and Hyunjin are practically crying with laughter. “Hold her tight, Romeo!” Minho repeats through his cackling.

Felix wipes tears from his eyes. “This is fucking gold.”

The ride jerks and spins, the platform hurtling through the air with each twist, each violent lurch making Jisung grip the bar tighter. He’s barely aware of the ride itself anymore; all his focus is on you. How you’re pressed against him, your body bouncing in his lap with every sudden movement. Every jolt sends another wave of heat through him, but he has to fight it.

"Fuck," Jisung mutters under his breath, trying to keep his composure. His arm, locked securely around your waist, pulls you closer each time the ride moves. His other hand is wrapped around the bar, knuckles white from the strain of holding on. He’s trying so hard not to let his body betray him.

Your pink dress shifts with each bounce, and Jisung can feel the fabric sliding against his leg as you move in his lap. His teeth dig into his lower lip, and his mind goes to desperate places. Thinking about his grandma, his fucking grandma, just to keep things in check.

"Hold the bar, Romeo!" the operator calls out, his voice booming through the speakers, and Jisung does just that, holding on for dear life, trying not to think about how soft you feel against him, how your warmth makes his pulse quicken.

You don’t seem to be bothered by the closeness at all. Your face, calm and composed, doesn’t show any sign of embarrassment, even as you slide up and down in his lap with every turn of the ride. You’re so fucking graceful, even in the chaos, and Jisung can’t help but admire it, hell, he’s pretty sure he's never been this close to a girl, and yet he doesn't feel like you're awkward or uncomfortable.

And fuck, you’re beautiful.

Just when Jisung thinks he’s going to lose his mind from the pressure of holding you so close, the ride jerks again, and this time, it’s more intense than before. The entire group of riders is thrown in every direction, and with one final violent lurch, Jisung and you are sent crashing to the floor of the ride.

"Shit!" Jisung grunts, barely keeping you from slamming face-first into the ground. But he can’t hold on, and you both end up sprawled on the floor, laughing despite the awkwardness of the situation.

Over in another corner, Minho and Felix aren’t faring much better. The ride has whipped them into a tangle of limbs, and for a moment, it looks like they’re trying to sort out who’s on top of who. Minho’s face is flushed, and Felix is doing everything he can to avoid making eye contact, his cheeks bright red as he tries to push himself up from the floor.

“Fucking hell,” Minho mutters, grinning at Felix’s red face as he struggles to get up. “You’re such a mess, Felix.”

“I- Shut up!” Felix huffs, pushing Minho off of him, his face an even deeper shade of pink now. He’s trying not to make eye contact with anyone, but the whole ride is practically howling with laughter at the scene.

"Fucking drama queens," Hyunjin laughs, his voice cutting through the noise. He’s sitting upright with a shit-eating grin, clearly enjoying the spectacle.

“Fucking hell, I’m never riding this shit again,” Felix mutters under his breath, pushing himself to his feet, but he can’t stop the wide smile creeping across his face.

“God, you’re cute when you’re embarrassed, Felix,” Minho teases again, his voice smooth, playful, and just a little too suggestive.

“Fuck you, Minho,” Felix responds, but it’s not harsh. More like an endearing complaint.

Meanwhile, Jisung and you are still trying to right yourselves, laughing as you both get to your feet.

"Fuck," Jisung says with a grin, giving you a quick glance. “That was a hell of a ride, huh?”

You blink at him silently, but the look in your eyes is enough to make Jisung’s grin widen. He’s about to say something else when the operator hits another switch, jerking the ride once again, this time sending you sliding back toward your friends, who are standing at the edge of the platform watching the chaos unfold.

But in a desperate attempt to keep her balance, you grab hold of Rose, your best friend, yanking her toward you for support.

“Ah!” Rose squeals, stumbling backwards. “What the hell, Y/N?” She tries to pull away, but it’s too late, she’s already tumbling, and in the blink of an eye, she’s crashing straight into Hyunjin.

“Whoa!” Hyunjin grins, his eyes sparkling as he catches Rose effortlessly in his arms. “Well, hello there, Elsa.”

Rose’s face is completely blank for a moment, her eyes wide and unblinking. She’s staring at Hyunjin like she’s seen a ghost, or, more likely, the most beautiful guy she’s ever seen in her life.

“Uh, hi,” Rose finally breathes, her voice soft, almost a whisper.

Hyunjin looks down at her, amused, and flashes a charming grin. “Did you enjoy the ride, Elsa?”

Rose, still dazed, can’t seem to get her words straight. “I- I... what?” Her voice is almost too quiet, like she's too stunned to respond properly. Hyunjin’s presence is doing something to her, something that has her blushing like a schoolgirl.

The other riders are howling with laughter, and the onlookers, who’ve gathered near the ride, are absolutely losing their shit at the sight of the tangled mess of limbs. Some of them are even filming, clearly thinking this will be some viral gold.

"You guys are a fucking mess," Jisung chuckles, eyes still focused on you as you try to regain your balance, laughing with your friends. “But seriously, Y/N, you okay?”

You nod, giving him a small smile, and Jisung can’t help but feel like his heart might just burst from the simple way you look at him. Calm, serene, unbothered by the chaos around you. He wishes he could just reach out and hold you, but the ride’s still going, and the operator’s having too much fun with his matchmaking antics.

“Hold tight, Romeo!” the operator shouts again, as if he can sense the tension in the air, the way Jisung is still holding onto the bar with one hand, his other arm around your waist, trying not to make things worse.

Jisung doesn't care anymore. He pulls you a little closer, his grip tightening slightly as the ride spins once more. He holds you like you belong in his arms, and he’s not about to let go anytime soon.

The laughter from the other riders continues, but for Jisung, everything seems to quiet down except for the rhythm of your breath, the steady beat of his heart, and the way you’ve become the centre of his world, even if just for this one insane moment.

And fuck, he doesn’t want it to end.

The boys regroup by a nearby bench under the flickering lights of the boardwalk, the salty ocean air mixing with the sweetness of funnel cakes and fried snacks. Jisung, Felix, Hyunjin, and Minho look like they’ve just survived a small war, their hair tousled, shirts rumpled, and faces still flushed from the chaos of the ride.

“How you all feeling?” Chan asks, grinning as he leans back against the bench, arms crossed. His blue hair catches the light, giving him an almost ethereal glow.

“Me and Minho got real up close and personal,” Felix says, dragging a hand through his blonde hair, his freckled cheeks pinker than usual.

Minho doesn’t miss a beat, wiggling his eyebrows with a shit-eating grin. “Didn’t know you were so flexible, Lix.”

Felix groans, but the faint smile tugging at his lips betrays him. “You’re such an asshole.”

Changbin snorts, sipping from a soda cup. “You two should just fuck already. The tension’s killing the rest of us.”

Felix sputters, his face going beet red, but Minho only smirks wider, clearly enjoying the teasing. “What can I say? I’ve got that effect on people.”

Seungmin pushes his ridiculous sunglasses up his nose and deadpans, “Your effect is that you’re unbearable.”

“Love you too, Minnie,” Minho quips, blowing him a kiss.

Jisung, leaning casually against the railing, suddenly grins, his gaze drifting over the boardwalk. “I’m in love.”

Hyunjin, brushing nonexistent lint off his shirt, chimes in with a dreamy sigh. “Same.”

The group collectively turns to look where the two are staring. Across the boardwalk, you and Rose are arm in arm, laughing with Jennie, Jisoo, and Lisa as you wait at a stall for alcoholic slushies. Your cherry-red hair gleams under the lights, and your pink dress clings perfectly to your frame as you lean into Rose, whispering something that makes her giggle.

“You’re fucking kidding me,” Jeongin mutters, following their line of sight. “Kappa girls?”

Chan groans, running a hand down his face. “Oh, no. Not Kappa girls. Theta Tau has already laid claim on them. You wanna start a frat brawl?”

Hyunjin shrugs, unbothered, his black hair falling into his eyes. “Theta Tau can suck my dick.”

“Pretty sure they’d need instructions first,” Jisung adds, smirking. His eyes flick back to you, the edges of his mouth curling further. “Besides, they can’t lay claim on people. Sleeping Beauty over there?” He gestures toward you with his chin. “I’m gonna woo the shit out of her.”

Hyunjin raises his hand lazily. “And Elsa? She’s mine.”

Seungmin snickers. “You two are dead men walking.”

“You think I’m scared of those Theta Tau pricks?” Jisung scoffs, pushing off the railing and brushing off his shirt. “They can try all they want. I’ll sweep her off her feet.”

Hyunjin, ever the picture of elegance even in chaos, flips his hair dramatically. “Same goes for Rose. She’s a vision. Theta Tau can’t compete with this.” He gestures to himself with a flourish.

Chan sighs heavily, though his lips twitch with amusement. “You guys are insane. Theta Tau isn’t going to like this.”

“Who gives a fuck what they like?” Minho drawls, his voice dripping with disdain. He pops a fry into his mouth before continuing, “Theta Tau can lick my balls after practice. Everyone knows we’re the better frat anyway.”

Changbin nods in agreement, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “Yeah, they’re all talk and no action. Bunch of little bitches.”

“They won’t dare face us in a fight,” Minho continues, crossing his arms. “I say we help our boys land their princesses.”

Chan’s expression shifts, a sly grin tugging at his lips. “Then count me in. I’ve had my eye on Jennie Kim for months.”

Seungmin snorts. “This is shaping up to be a disaster.”

“Or a fucking masterpiece,” Jisung counters, his grin wide as he leans against the railing again, his dark eyes fixed on you. You’re sipping your bright pink slush, your laugh carrying across the boardwalk as Jennie clinks her drink against yours. “Either way, Sleeping Beauty’s gonna know my name by the end of the night.”

Hyunjin nudges him playfully. “Just don’t fuck it up.”

“Please,” Jisung replies, tossing his hair back dramatically. “When have I ever fucked up?”

The group exchanges knowing glances, bursting into laughter.

“Shut the fuck up,” Jisung groans, though his grin never wavers. His eyes flick back to you, watching as you and Rose wander off with your group, arm in arm. “Seriously, though. I’m calling it now, she’s gonna be my girlfriend, maybe even my wife.”

The living room of the Alpha Phi frat house is a cacophony of noise and heat, the oppressive summer weather turning the place into a makeshift sauna. Ceiling fans spin lazily overhead, providing little relief as the guys lounge on mismatched couches and beanbags, their laughter echoing off the old wooden walls. The room smells faintly of sweat, soda, and the faint sweetness of Felix’s strawberry tanghulu, the sticky glaze glinting in the sunlight streaming through the large bay windows.

“Alright, assholes,” Jisung calls out, clapping his hands together as he strides into the room. He’s wearing only a pair of black shorts, leaving his heavily tattooed torso fully on display. “Everyone shut the fuck up and pay attention. We’re about to change lives here.”

“By lives, he means his own,” Changbin mutters, lounging in a beanbag chair as he scrolls on his phone. “Or maybe ruin them.”

“Shut up, Binnie,” Hyunjin says, striding in behind Jisung, his laptop tucked under one arm. He looks as immaculate as ever despite the heat, his long black hair pulled back into a loose bun that somehow only adds to his annoyingly perfect features. “You’re going to thank us when this works.”

“If it works,” Jeongin adds from his spot on the couch, raising an eyebrow. He’s fanning himself lazily with a notebook, his legs draped over the armrest.

“It’ll fucking work,” Chan says, entering last with a determined look. His short blue hair is damp from a recent shower, and his sleeveless shirt reveals the toned muscles that only add to his already intimidating presence. “We’ve got a plan.”

“A stupid plan,” Seungmin mutters, adjusting his position in the chair he’s sprawled in. “But whatever. Let’s see it.”

Felix is curled up next to Minho on the couch, his head resting on Minho’s shoulder as he eats his tanghulu one sticky bite at a time. Minho has one arm draped casually around him, and the sight draws a few knowing smirks from the others, though no one comments. Felix doesn’t even bother looking up. “This better be worth it. It’s fucking boiling in here.”

Hyunjin plugs his laptop into the TV, and the screen flashes to life, displaying the opening slide of their PowerPoint: “Mission Princess: How to Woo and Not Fuck It Up.”

“Gentlemen,” Hyunjin begins, standing dramatically in front of the TV. “We have prepared a step-by-step presentation on how to win the hearts of our respective princesses.”

Jisung nods, arms crossed over his chest as he leans against the back of the couch. “That’s right. Last night, we did some cyberstalking- sorry, research- on our ladies. Y/N, Rose, and Jennie. Criminal law students and a forensic science major. They’re smart as hell, and we’re dumb as fuck, so we’ve got some catching up to do.”

Jeongin snorts. “Finally some self-awareness.”

“Shut it, you little shit,” Jisung fires back, flipping him off.

Hyunjin clicks to the next slide, which reads in bold letters: “Step 1: Get to Know Them.” Beneath it are three subsections, each with a ridiculous photoshopped picture of the Alpha Phi members standing in for the women they’re talking about. For Jennie, there’s Chan wearing a wig and holding a coffee cup. For Rose, it’s Hyunjin in a blue cardigan with a fake rose in his hand. And for Y/N, it’s Jisung in a sparkly pink dress and platform boots.

The room bursts into laughter.

“What the fuck is that?” Changbin howls, pointing at the screen. “Jisung, you look like a rejected K-pop trainee.”

“It’s called commitment, bitch,” Jisung replies with a smirk. “Now shut up and let me do my part.”

Hyunjin gestures for him to take the stage. Jisung pushes off the couch and stands in front of the screen, tapping the slide with a finger. “Alright, listen up, assholes. Y/N is a criminal law student. She’s smart as fuck, probably smarter than all of us combined, so don’t even try to bullshit her. She likes romantic poetry and she wears a lot of pink.” He grins, gesturing to his photoshopped picture. “Obviously, she’s got taste.”

“Obviously,” Seungmin mutters under his breath.

“Your turn, Hyunjin,” Jisung says, stepping aside.

Hyunjin clicks to the next subsection and steps forward, gesturing dramatically to the screen. “Rose. Also a criminal law student. She’s into art galleries, which means she has class, unlike some of you heathens.” He shoots a pointed look at Changbin, who flips him off without hesitation. “And she’s from New Zealand. She’s got that accent, you know, the kind that makes everything sound sexy.”

“That explains why you’re so into her,” Felix teases from Minho’s shoulder.

Hyunjin ignores him and motions to Chan. “Take it away.”

Chan clicks to the final subsection, where his own ridiculous photoshopped picture stares back at him. “Jennie,” he begins, his voice serious. “Forensic science major. Wicked smart. In her free time, she releases music. Also drinks coffee like it’s fucking crack, which, same. So, obviously, we’re perfect for each other.”

“Sure you are,” Minho quips, grinning. “And I’m the Pope.”

Chan ignores him and clicks to the next slide, which shows a bullet-pointed plan for the next steps. It’s completely absurd, involving things like “accidentally” running into the girls at their favourite café and “strategically” inviting them to Alpha Phi parties.

“You realize this is fucking insane, right?” Jeongin says, shaking his head as he glances at the screen. “This isn’t a plan. It’s a shitshow waiting to happen.”

“Shut up, Jeongin,” Jisung says, crossing his arms. “This is how legends are made.”

“And how restraining orders are filed,” Seungmin mutters, earning a snicker from Felix.

“Whatever,” Jisung says, ignoring the laughter. “We’re doing this. We’re gonna woo the shit out of these girls. And when we succeed, you’re all gonna eat your words.”

“Or just eat shit,” Changbin adds with a grin.

Jisung’s grin widens. “Either way, it’s gonna be a fucking masterpiece.”

Hyunjin clicks to the next slide and the words “Q&A Section: Don’t Be Dumbasses” flash across the screen in bold neon lettering, surrounded by a ridiculous cartoon of a brain with arms shrugging dramatically. The room erupts into laughter, and Hyunjin raises his hands for quiet.

“Alright, shut up,” he says, trying to sound authoritative but failing as his lips twitch into a grin. “We figured some of you would have questions because, let’s be real, half of you have the romantic instincts of a wet mop.”

Changbin leans back in his beanbag chair, raising his hand lazily. “Yeah, I’ve got one. What the fuck are you gonna do if this whole plan backfires, and they think you’re creepy instead of charming?”

Chan snorts. “First of all, fuck you for your lack of faith, Binnie. Second, it’s all about execution. We’re not just sliding into their lives uninvited. We’re creating opportunities for organic connections.”

“Organic?” Seungmin repeats, raising an eyebrow. “You mean like how stalking their social media last night was ‘organic’?”

Jisung waves a hand dismissively. “That was reconnaissance. Don’t make it weird.”

“It’s already weird,” Jeongin says, snickering. “Anyway, what’s the backup plan if they straight-up reject you?”

“Then we die of heartbreak,” Hyunjin says dramatically, clutching his chest. “But it won’t happen because we’re hot.”

“You’re hot,” Felix mutters, stuffing another piece of tanghulu into his mouth. “Can’t say the same for everyone here.”

“Rude,” Jisung deadpans, gesturing to himself. “Look at me. I’m a fucking work of art.”

“You’re a work of something,” Minho says, smirking. “Anyway, serious question: what if Theta Tau finds out and starts shit? You know they’re territorial as fuck.”

Chan crosses his arms, his expression hardening. “We’re ready for that. In fact...” He gestures to Hyunjin, who clicks to the next slide. The words “Battle Plan for Theta Tau” flash across the screen, accompanied by an overly dramatic image of the Alpha Phi crest.

The entire room bursts into laughter.

“The plan is literally just to beat them up?” Felix asks, pointing at the screen, where the only strategy listed reads: 1. Fight them. 2. Beat them up.

“It’s a classic,” Jisung says, shrugging nonchalantly. “Why complicate things?”

“You do realize this isn’t Game of Thrones, right?” Jeongin asks, rolling his eyes. “You can’t just fight them for dominance.”

“Sure we can,” Changbin says, cracking his knuckles. “They’re all bark and no bite. It’d be over in five minutes.”

“Or it’d escalate into a full-on frat war,” Seungmin mutters, clearly unimpressed. “But hey, whatever keeps you entertained.”

Hyunjin clears his throat. “Let’s focus on the actual goal here, which is wooing our princesses. Any other questions?”

Felix raises his hand, his tone uncharacteristically uncertain. “What happens if, you know, they’re not into it? Like, what if they’re already seeing someone?”

Jisung leans forward, resting his hands on his knees. “Then we play it cool. Back off and respect their boundaries. But that’s not gonna happen because I’m telling you, Sleeping Beauty looked at me like I was her goddamn Prince Charming.”

“You mean she fell into your lap because of a ride,” Jeongin says, grinning.

“Details,” Jisung says, waving him off. “Any other dumbass questions?”

When no one speaks up, Hyunjin clicks to the next slide, which reads: “Pitch Your Ideas” in obnoxiously bright colours. He gestures to the group. “This is your chance to contribute. Any brilliant ideas?”

Minho is the first to speak, leaning back with a lazy smirk. “You could accidentally spill coffee on them and offer to buy them a new one. Classic rom-com move.”

“That’s a shit idea,” Changbin says immediately. “What if they get pissed and throw it back in your face?”

Minho shrugs. “Then at least you’ll smell like coffee.”

Felix perks up. “What about leaving them anonymous notes? Like, romantic ones. Poetry and shit.”

“That’s creepy,” Seungmin says flatly. “They’d think they have a stalker.”

“You mean like what they already are?” Jeongin quips, earning a round of laughter.

“Okay, genius,” Felix says, glaring at Seungmin. “What’s your idea?”

“Don’t have one,” Seungmin replies, smirking. “I’m just here to watch the train wreck.”

Jisung groans, running a hand through his hair. “You’re all useless. From the data gathered, it’s clear none of us are experts in dating women long-term.”

“Felix and I are gay,” Minho says, raising his hand like a student answering a question. “We tried our best.”

Jisung snaps his fingers. “You two could befriend them. Girls love the gays.”

Felix tilts his head, considering this. “That’s actually not a bad idea.”

Minho nods slowly. “Yeah, we could be the friendly middlemen. Butter them up a little.”

“That’s the spirit,” Jisung says, clapping his hands together. “See? Teamwork makes the dream work.”

Hyunjin clicks to the next slide, which features a crudely drawn diagram of a heart surrounded by arrows labelled with absurd strategies like “be charming as fuck,” “don’t trip over your own dick,” and “look hot at all times.”

“This is our roadmap to success,” Hyunjin says, dead serious despite the ridiculousness of the slide. “If we stick to the plan, there’s no way we can fail.”

“No way you can fail,” Seungmin corrects. “The rest of us are just here for moral support.”

“Or to clean up the mess when this goes to shit,” Jeongin adds, grinning.

Chan sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Alright, let’s wrap this up. We’ve got work to do.”

“And princesses to woo,” Jisung adds, his confident grin lighting up the room. Despite the chaos, the fire in his eyes makes it clear he’s all in and nothing’s going to stop him.

The warm glow of Jennie’s room in the Kappa Tau sorority house feels like a cosy bubble away from the chaos of campus life. The soft hum of 90 Day Fiance plays in the background, the ridiculous drama on-screen prompting bursts of laughter from the girls lounging around the room. It smells faintly of vanilla candles, wine, and the comforting sweetness of melting ice cream.

Jennie’s room is the epitome of comfort and indulgence. Fairy lights strung around the walls cast a golden glow over plush rugs and mismatched pillows. Her large hanging swing chair is padded with layers of cushions and blankets, where you and Rose are curled up together. Both of you wear matching pastel pink silk robes, your hair clipped back in messy buns, and snail sheet masks clinging to your faces.

“This is the best idea ever,” Lisa says, her voice muffled through her own mask as she leans against the bed, spooning rocky road ice cream out of the pint. Her long legs are stretched out in front of her, the silky fabric of her light blue robe shimmering under the lights. “Wine, ice cream, and trash TV? Literal heaven.”

“Literal trash too,” Jisoo retorts from her spot on the floor, cross-legged with a glass of rosé in one hand and a pint of mint chocolate chip in the other. She pushes her own robe sleeve, emerald green, up her arm, careful not to spill her wine. “But, I mean, who are we kidding? This show is iconic.”

“You just like watching other people’s relationships implode,” Jennie teases from the bed, lounging with one arm draped over Felix, who is wearing a lavender robe like he’s been part of this group his whole life. Minho is stretched out on the chaise in a black silk robe, one arm resting lazily on the back, smirking as if he too has always belonged in this little sorority circle.

Felix chuckles, his freckles crinkling as he spoons some ice cream into his mouth. “I mean, she’s not wrong. It’s like watching a train wreck you can’t look away from.”

“Speaking of train wrecks,” Minho begins, his grin widening as he sets down his wine glass. “Did you hear about that cheerleader on the squad? Chloe? Apparently, she got caught going down on the gymnastics coach under the bleachers.”

“No fucking way,” Lisa gasps, sitting up straighter and nearly knocking her ice cream over.

“It’s true,” Felix says, nodding with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Word’s all over campus. Someone filmed it. She got suspended, and the coach might lose his job.”

Jennie lets out a low whistle, swirling her wine glass. “How do people even get themselves into situations like that? Like, the bleachers? Really?”

“People are just nasty,” Jisoo says, shaking her head as she takes another spoonful of ice cream. “I mean, couldn’t she wait until she's, I don’t know, not a public fucking place?”

Rose giggles softly from beside you, her head resting lightly against your shoulder. “That’s so wild. I don’t even know how she thought she wouldn’t get caught.”

“Desperate people don’t think straight,” Minho says with a smirk. “Or maybe she just really likes the thrill of getting caught.”

Lisa throws a pillow at him. “You’re gross.”

He dodges it with a laugh. “Hey, just saying. Different strokes for different folks.”

Felix shakes his head, grinning. “You’re the worst, Minho.”

From your spot in the swing chair, you speak up quietly, your voice soft but full of curiosity. “Do you think she regrets it? Or do you think she’s just embarrassed because she got caught?”

The room falls quiet for a moment as everyone processes your question.

“Honestly,” Rose says, her voice gentle, “she’s probably just overwhelmed. I mean, it’s bad enough making a mistake, but having it become a campus-wide scandal must be horrible.”

“That’s so you, Y/N,” Jennie says with a fond smile, leaning back on the bed. “Always finding a way to sympathize with someone. You’re too good for this world.”

Lisa nods. “Yeah, if it were me, I’d be mortified but also probably pissed as hell. Like, why’s everyone so nosy?”

Jisoo shrugs. “Because drama is free entertainment.”

Jennie laughs. “You’re a menace, Jisoo.”

Felix, ever the peacemaker, adds, “Still, she didn’t deserve to have her business put on blast like that. People can be so cruel.”

“True,” Minho says, surprisingly serious for once. “But let’s not act like she didn’t bring at least some of it on herself.”

Jennie raises her wine glass. “Here’s to not giving head under bleachers.”

The group laughs, clinking glasses and pints together in mock celebration.

Rose squeezes your hand gently, a small smile on her face. “You’d never get caught up in something like that,” she says softly. “You’re too smart.”

“Neither would you.”

“Yeah, because you two are fucking angels,” Lisa says, rolling her eyes. “That’s why we have to protect you.”

Jennie nods, her tone teasing but affectionate. “We’re your big sisters. No one’s messing with our sweethearts.”

“Not on our watch,” Jisoo adds, raising her spoon like a weapon.

Minho and Felix exchange a glance, and Minho smirks. “Guess we’re part of the protective circle now, huh?”

Jennie narrows her eyes playfully. “We’ll see. You have to earn it.”

Felix leans into her, fluttering his lashes dramatically. “Have I not earned it already?”

Jennie laughs, ruffling his hair, before she glances at you and Rose curled up in the swing chair. Her eyes sparkle with mischief. “You two ready for your great love stories to kick off?” 

Rose lifts her head from your shoulder, her cheeks pink, though whether it’s from the wine or embarrassment is unclear. “It was just a bit,” she says quickly, though the soft hesitation in her voice betrays her uncertainty.

You nod along, keeping your expression neutral. “Right, just a funny little moment.”

Lisa, sprawled out on the floor with her second pint of ice cream, snorts loudly. “No, no. Those two Alpha Phi boys are into the two of you. Big time. It’s not just a ‘moment,’ babes.”

Rose’s face heats further, and she buries her face in her hands with a groan. “Oh my god, stop.”

Jisoo smirks, her gaze flicking between the two of you like a cat toying with its prey. “They’re not just into you. They’re in love. I’m calling it now.”

Minho, perched on the chaise like he owns the place, raises a hand lazily. “Can confirm.”

Felix, snuggled next to him, nods enthusiastically. “Super interested. Like, they won’t shut up about it.”

Rose sits up straighter, her wide eyes darting to you. Before either of you can respond, Jennie leans forward, narrowing her eyes in suspicion. “Are you two interested? Be honest.”

You and Rose exchange a panicked glance before simultaneously picking up the wine bottle on the nearby table. You tip it slightly, squinting at the label like it holds the secrets of the universe. “Oh, wow, fermented,” you say, nodding like a sommelier. “Uh-huh. Grapes. Cool.”

Rose nods along vigorously. “Yeah, so fascinating. It’s aged! Love that. Great stuff.”

Lisa bursts into laughter, clutching her stomach as she doubles over. “Holy shit, you two are so bad at this.”

“Seriously,” Jennie adds, her voice full of exasperated fondness. “It’s okay to admit you’re at least curious.”

Rose sets the bottle down, avoiding everyone’s gaze. “What about Theta Tau?” she asks hesitantly. “You know what they’re like.”

At the mention of the rival fraternity, Jennie’s playful smile vanishes, replaced by a steely determination. “I’m not afraid to smack a dickhead Theta boy if he starts shit.”

Lisa, Minho, Felix, and Jisoo all nod in agreement, their expressions mirroring Jennie’s resolve.

“They’re all talk anyway,” Minho says, rolling his eyes. “Big egos, no guts. I’d pay to see one of them try something.”

Felix grins. “Right? Jennie would take them out before they even got a word in.”

You shake your head, your quiet voice cutting through the heated energy. “No, seriously, guys. Rose and I can’t handle confrontation or tension. Like, at all.”

Rose nods emphatically, her soft voice chiming in. “We’ll stroke out. Full-on death by stress.”

Jennie’s expression softens slightly, her protective instincts kicking in. “Alright, alright. We’ll keep them in check. But you two don’t need to worry about Theta Tau. We’ve got your backs.”

You glance at Rose, who gives you a small smile. “Besides,” you add with a faint laugh, “don’t you like Chan?”

Jennie’s cheeks flush slightly, but she doesn’t miss a beat. “Yep,” she says with a smirk. “I’m just waiting for him to do something about it.”

Minho snorts loudly, his laughter filling the room. “Good fucking luck with that. Chan’s great at a lot of things, but making a move? Not one of them.”

“Hey, he’s getting there,” Felix chimes in, though even he sounds doubtful.

Jennie shrugs, leaning back against her pillows. “I’ve got time. But you two? Your boys are already making moves. You better be ready for what’s coming.”

The hallways of the criminal law department buzz with the usual post-lecture chatter as you and Rose step out of the classroom. The air feels heavy with the scent of old books and faint traces of someone’s too-strong cologne. You tug at the hem of your cropped lace-trim camisole, the pink and black leather racer jacket you’re wearing fitting snugly over your shoulders. Your messy bun is starting to come loose, strands of cherry-red hair brushing against your face as you adjust the strap of your bag.

“God, that lecture felt like it lasted ten fucking years,” Rose mutters, her voice tinged with exhaustion as she shifts her black leather jacket. She’s dressed in black baggy jeans, a white crop top, and chunky boots, her dark hair twisted into two neat buns that frame her face.

“Seriously,” you agree as you glance at her. “If Professor Kim said the words ‘precedent’ or ‘jurisprudence’ one more time, I think my brain would’ve shut down.”

Rose snorts, nudging you playfully. “You’re too polite to say it, but you were zoning out just as much as I was.”

You smile, your laugh blending with the bustling sounds of students moving through the hall. The two of you walk side by side, the weight of textbooks and notes pulling at your bags, when a loud voice rings out from down the corridor.

“Sleeping Beauty!”

You and Rose stop in your tracks, turning toward the sound. Down the hallway, Jisung and Hyunjin are approaching, their confident strides and undeniable presence turning more than a few heads. Jisung’s hair is tousled in that perfectly messy way that looks both effortless and intentional, his tattoos peeking out from under a fitted black shirt, his ripped jeans and combat boots giving him an edge that matches his cocky grin.

Hyunjin, on the other hand, looks ethereal. His black hair falls in loose waves around his sharp features, his long coat flowing slightly behind him as he walks. He looks like he’s stepped out of a magazine, his striking confidence tempered with a touch of artistry in the way he moves.

Jisung reaches you first, stopping just a step too close for comfort but it’s not uncomfortable. It’s electric. “This is for you,” he says, holding out a single pink rose. The petals shimmer faintly under the fluorescent lights, and you realize it’s fake.

You blink, momentarily stunned, and he winks at you. “Plastic doesn’t die,” he says, his tone teasing but soft. “Like my charm.”

Your cheeks heat up, but you manage a quiet, “Thank you,” as you take the rose.

Hyunjin, meanwhile, turns to Rose with a small, knowing smile. “And this is for you.” He hands her a white rose, the elegant simplicity of it mirroring the way he carries himself. “Something as timeless as you.”

Rose’s jaw drops slightly, but before she can respond, both boys turn on their heels, walking away with matching smirks.

“Did that just fucking happen?” Rose asks, still staring after them.

You look at the rose in your hand, the faint blush in your cheeks deepening. “I… think so?”

The two of you turn to look at each other, wide-eyed, before bursting into laughter. Without a word, you lift your hands for a high five, the sharp clap echoing down the hall as your giggles fill the space.

Rose, still grinning, tucks the white rose into one of her buns, the delicate petals standing out against her dark hair. “It suits me, doesn’t it?” she asks, posing dramatically.

“Perfectly,” you reply with a smile, sliding the pink rose into your messy bun, securing it in place. “How do I look?”

“Adorable, as always,” Rose says, nudging your shoulder lightly.

As the two of you start walking again, Rose’s smile softens into something more thoughtful. “Maybe we really will have great love stories,” she muses. “I mean, did you see Hyunjin? He looked like a fucking dream.”

You chuckle quietly, glancing down at the rose in your hand before slipping it into your hair. “Jisung’s tattoos, I like a man with tattoos.”

Rose laughs, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Reckon Hyunjin will paint me? Either make me a portrait or paint my skin. I don’t mind either way.”

You laugh along with her, the sound light and carefree. “I wouldn’t be surprised if he offered. He seems the type to do something dramatic like that.”

Rose sighs dreamily, her expression wistful. “Well, if this is the start of a great love story, I’m not complaining.”

You nod, your smile soft. “Me neither.”

The two of you exit the building into the afternoon sun, the warmth on your skin mirroring the quiet excitement blooming in your chest. Whatever happens next, it feels like the start of something beautiful.

The sound of loud music and boisterous laughter fills the Alpha Phi frat house as the boys lounge in the living room. Empty snack wrappers and soda cans are scattered across the coffee table, and Changbin and Jeongin are locked in an intense game of Mario Kart on the big screen, shouting insults at each other with every near-miss.

“Jeongin, you little shit, stop spamming red shells!” Changbin yells, leaning forward on the couch like his life depends on it.

“It’s called strategy, old man,” Jeongin shoots back, grinning as his character zooms past Changbin’s on the final lap.

Jisung leans back in an armchair, shirtless as usual, a tattooed arm draped lazily over the armrest. “Binnie’s gonna cry again. Somebody get a tissue.”

“Fuck off, Sung,” Changbin grumbles, his eyes glued to the screen.

Before anyone can respond, there’s a knock at the door, sharp and deliberate. Chan, who’s been scrolling on his phone from the other couch, groans but gets up to answer it.

“What now?” he mutters, pulling the door open.

Standing there are Jennie, Jisoo, and Lisa, each of them dressed casually but exuding the kind of confidence that instantly commands attention. Jennie crosses her arms, a sly smile on her face as she looks up at Chan.

“We’re here to help your two boys woo our two girls,” she announces without preamble. “Y/N and Rose are watching some true crime doc and drinking wine, so we decided to come here.”

Chan blinks, momentarily taken aback, before stepping aside. “Uh, come in.”

Jennie strides in like she owns the place, Lisa and Jisoo following close behind. They make their way into the living room, where the boys look up from their various positions, confusion written all over their faces.

“Why the fuck are you here?” Hyunjin asks, raising an eyebrow as he adjusts his ponytail.

Jennie ignores him, pulling a folded piece of paper from her bag and holding it up like a declaration of war. “We have a plan. A carwash fundraiser for students with learning disabilities. Girls will be in bikini tops and shorts. Guys in just swimming trunks. Stereotypical as hell, but effective.”

“Wait, what?” Jisung sits up straighter, his eyebrows shooting up. “Why are we-?”

“Because,” Jennie interrupts, her tone sharp, “this is important to Y/N and Rose. Rose has dyscalculia, and Y/N has dyslexia. This fundraiser actually matters to them, so you two are going to be there.”

Jisung glances at Hyunjin, who nods without hesitation. “Of course, we’ll be there,” Hyunjin says simply, his tone resolute.

“Good,” Jennie smirks, satisfied, before tossing the flyer onto the coffee table.

The room falls silent for a moment as the boys process what’s happening, but Jennie isn’t done. “Actually, you’re all going to be there,” she says, her gaze sweeping the room. “Every single one of you.”

“Do we have a choice?” Seungmin asks dryly, not even looking up from his phone.

“Nope.” Jisoo grins, pulling a clipboard from behind her back and handing it to Chan. “Sign your names, boys.”

Chan sighs but takes the pen, scribbling his name at the top before passing it to Minho. “This better be worth it.”

“It will be,” Jennie says with certainty.

As the clipboard makes its way around the room, Lisa crosses her arms and leans against the wall. “Think sexy,” she says, her tone casual but firm. “Oil yourselves up or something. We need to make this fundraiser a success.”

Minho smirks as he scribbles his name down. Without missing a beat, he turns to Felix, who’s sitting beside him. “You gonna oil me up, Lix?”

Felix blinks rapidly, his freckles darkening as his cheeks flush bright red. He opens his mouth, but no words come out, and he looks like a fish gasping for air.

The room erupts in laughter, and Felix buries his face in his hands. “Minho, you’re the fucking worst.”

Minho grins, unfazed. “Love you too.”

Jennie clears her throat, cutting through the chaos. “Now, let’s talk about Theta Tau.”

Lisa rolls her eyes. “Those moronic, douchey frat boys think they have some kind of claim on us.”

Jennie’s gaze sharpens as she turns to Chan, her smile turning into a smirk. “Must be why you haven’t asked me on a date, Bang Chan.”

Chan’s jaw drops slightly, his confident demeanour faltering as he gapes at her. “I- What?”

The room goes silent for a beat before the boys start snickering. Jisung covers his mouth with his hand, but his eyes gleam with amusement. Jeongin outright cackles, earning a swat from Changbin.

“Shit, you’re whipped,” Minho says, his grin wicked.

Chan stammers, trying to find the words, but Jennie doesn’t wait for an answer. “You better figure it out,” she says, her tone teasing but firm. “The ball’s in your court.”

The rest of the meeting devolves into playful chaos as the Kappa Tau girls finalize their plans, leaving the Alpha Phi boys no choice but to follow along. The challenge has been set, and the stakes have never been higher.

The sun is merciless, beating down on the campus parking lot where a row of cars glint under its rays, each awaiting its turn to be scrubbed down. Early 2000s music pumps through portable speakers, adding a nostalgic rhythm to the chaotic scene. A faint scent of soapy water hangs in the air, mixing with the tang of sunscreen and the occasional whiff of hot asphalt.

Jisung adjusts the waistband of his black shorts, the only thing he’s wearing aside from his sneakers. His tattooed skin glistens faintly, a sheen of sweat already forming as he stands alongside the other Alpha Phi boys. The tattoo that spells rockstar snakes boldly down his ribs to his hip, catching the sunlight. Across his right pec, the word BLESSED is inked above a compass, while his falling Icarus tattoo stretches across his left thigh. His right leg is a patchwork of intricate designs, and the sword running down his spine, encircled by a dragon, is an attention-grabber for anyone passing by. The scorpion tattoo on his neck adds an edge that suits his cocky grin as he surveys the scene.

“Hot as balls out here,” Changbin mutters, wiping sweat from his brow. His shorts sit low on his hips, revealing his abs. “I’m sweating like I ran a fucking marathon.”

“Stop bitching,” Minho says, grinning as he elbows Changbin. “It’s for a good cause.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jeongin chimes in, snapping the waistband of his own shorts. “Let’s just get this over with before we all melt.”

Jisung barely hears them, his attention snapping to a splash of pink and white near the centre of the lot. There you are, standing with Rose near a car dripping with suds, both of you laughing as you flick water at each other with the tips of your sponges. 

You’re wearing a pink bikini top tied behind your neck, the knot accentuating the curve of your shoulders, and white denim shorts that sit snugly on your hips. Your hair is pulled into a messy ponytail, a few loose strands sticking to your cheeks. When you turn slightly, Jisung catches sight of a tattoo at the base of your lower back, divine, written in elegant script. Above it, angel wing tattoos span your shoulder blades, the design subtle yet striking.

Jisung feels his chest tighten, the heat of the sun nothing compared to the warmth spreading through him as he watches you laugh. Rose, standing beside you in a black bikini top and ripped jean shorts, flicks water at your legs, and your high-pitched giggle sends his stomach into free fall.

“Yo, Sung,” Hyunjin says, nudging him out of his trance. “You’re staring.”

“Shut up,” Jisung mutters, a sheepish grin tugging at his lips.

Felix and Minho have already wandered off to tackle a car together, Felix’s freckled face glowing under the sun as he balances a bucket of soapy water. Jennie bounces over to Chan, her bright smile causing him to straighten up almost immediately. She gestures toward a car, and the two head off, falling into an easy rhythm as they start scrubbing.

“Looks like everyone’s pairing up,” Hyunjin says, his voice lilting as he glances at Rose and you. “Guess we better make ourselves useful.”

As if on cue, you and Rose wave them over, your smiles soft and inviting. Jisoo, standing near the speaker, grins mischievously as she changes the song to My House by 2PM. The sensual beat pulses through the air, and Jisung can’t help but smirk.

“Perfect timing,” he says, tugging at the strap of a nearby bucket as he and Hyunjin head your way.

Rose points to a car beside her, her voice teasing but sweet. “Think you two can handle this one?”

“Easily,” Hyunjin replies, grabbing a sponge with a dramatic flourish. “Watch and learn, ladies.”

You laugh softly, shaking your head as you hand Jisung a hose. “Try not to flood the parking lot.”

“No promises,” Jisung says, taking it from you with a wink. His fingers brush yours briefly, and the contact sends a spark up his arm. He busies himself with the hose, aiming a spray of water at the car as you and Rose start scrubbing the windows.

Hyunjin crouches beside Rose, dunking his sponge into the bucket with a flourish before smearing suds dramatically across the side of the car. “I call this my masterpiece,” he declares, his voice dripping with faux seriousness.

Rose giggles, flicking water at him. “Your masterpiece looks like a toddler went crazy with finger paint.”

Jisung glances at you as you scrub the hood of the car, your movements slow and deliberate. The curve of your back as you reach forward exposes the intricate detail of your angel wing tattoos, and he swallows hard, trying to focus on his task.

“So, Sleeping Beauty,” he says, his tone casual but his grin mischievous. “When do I get my happily ever after?”

You glance up at him, your eyes bright with amusement. “That depends. Are you planning on falling asleep for a hundred years first?”

Hyunjin cackles from the other side of the car. “She got you there, Sung.”

Jisung chuckles, shaking his head. “Fair enough.” He tilts the hose slightly, spraying a light mist toward you, and you let out a soft squeal as the water splashes your legs.

“Hey!” you protest, though your voice is more laughter than anger.

“Just keeping you cool,” Jisung says with a smirk.

As the hours tick by, the heat of the sun bears down, softened only by the tangy-sweet cocktails Lisa mixes at her makeshift bar. You and Jisung stand by the next car in line, sipping drinks from plastic cups with colourful straws. Yours is a strawberry daiquiri, bright pink and refreshingly cold, while Jisung’s lime-green mojito matches the mischievous glint in his eye.

“I gotta say,” Jisung says, leaning casually against the car as he takes another sip, “Lisa might be onto something with these. Who knew cocktails and car washes went together so well?”

You laugh softly, wiping suds off your arm with a wet sponge. “Leave it to her to make everything feel like a party.”

The next car rolls in, a rusty sedan driven by an older man with a salt-and-pepper moustache and a questionable smirk. He rolls down the window as he pulls up, his eyes lingering on you a second too long.

“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” the man drawls, his tone sleazy. “Bet you make more tips than the other girls, sweetheart.”

Your smile falters slightly, but you recover quickly, brushing it off as you move toward the car. Jisung, however, freezes mid-sip, his dark eyes narrowing as the muscles in his jaw tighten.

“Don’t worry, sir,” you say gently, your voice soft but steady. “We’ll have your car spotless in no time.”

Jisung doesn’t respond immediately. Instead, he picks up the hose, his grip firm as his thumb hovers over the nozzle. The man’s grin widens as he leans out of the window, his gaze still fixed on you.

“Hey,” Jisung says suddenly, his voice smooth but loud enough to cut through the awkward tension. “You’re parked a little close to the line. Mind adjusting?”

The man leans back slightly. “Oh, yeah? Didn’t notice-”

Before he can finish, Jisung accidentally squeezes the nozzle, sending a powerful stream of water directly into the man’s face.

“Oh shit!” Jisung exclaims, his voice filled with faux panic. “I’m so sorry! Didn’t mean to-”

The man sputters, waving his hands in front of his face as the water sprays relentlessly. “Hey! Watch where you’re aiming that thing!”

“Crap, sorry!” Jisung repeats, though there’s no real urgency in his tone. If anything, his smirk is barely concealed as he adjusts his grip to send another, even stronger burst of water into the man’s face. “Must be something wrong with the hose- Ah, shit, it’s stuck!”

“Cut it out, kid!” the man huffs, wiping water from his moustache.

“Sorry, sir!” Jisung shouts, still trying to turn the hose off as he casually ups the pressure. The stream grows stronger, soaking the man’s shirt and the inside of the car door.

The commotion draws attention, and Jennie approaches with a raised eyebrow, her hands on her hips. “What’s going on here?”

The man gestures angrily, water dripping from his face and clothes. “This idiot’s hosing me down! I came for a car wash, not a goddamn shower!”

Jennie doesn’t miss a beat, her expression cool and professional despite the absurdity of the situation. “Sorry about that, sir. These hoses are college property. Government-funded, you know how it is. Sometimes they’re a bit temperamental.”

The man’s jaw drops, clearly not expecting her to brush it off so casually. “What kind of operation are you running here?!”

Jennie shrugs, tilting her head slightly. “One that raises a lot of money for good causes. But I can see you’re having a tough time. If you’d like to leave, feel free.”

The man splutters, caught between indignation and disbelief. “Unbelievable,” he mutters, rolling up the window as he starts the engine. The car jerks forward, sputtering soap suds as it disappears down the line.

Once he’s gone, Jennie turns to Jisung with a pointed look. “You’re lucky I like you.”

Jisung grins, twirling the hose dramatically before setting it back down. “I was just defending her honour. Can’t blame me for being chivalrous.”

Jennie snorts. “Chivalry, my ass.” She glances at you, her expression softening. “You okay?”

“I’m fine. Thanks, Jennie.”

“Anytime,” she says before walking off, muttering something about “men being idiots” under her breath.

As the tension eases, Jisung turns to you, his smirk softening into something more genuine. “You good, Sleeping Beauty?”

You look at him, the sunlight catching the sharp edges of his tattoos and the mischievous gleam in his dark eyes. “I’m fine,” you say, your voice quiet but steady. “Thank you.”

“Anytime,” Jisung replies, echoing Jennie’s words with a wink. “Now, let’s get this next car cleaned before I scare off all our customers.”

The sun blazes overhead, relentless and unforgiving, and Jisung is feeling every degree of the heat. He stands near a car, fanning his face dramatically with one hand. “Holy shit, I’m actually melting,” he complains to no one in particular, his bare chest glistening under the sunlight. His tattoos seem to shimmer, the inked rockstar on his ribs drawing attention as it stretches with his every breath. The scorpion on his neck gleams faintly, almost as if it’s alive.

You glance over at him from where you’re rinsing a sponge, a playful idea sparking in your mind. The bucket of clean water at your feet suddenly looks less like a tool and more like an opportunity. Biting your lip to hold back a giggle, you lift the bucket carefully, tiptoeing toward him.

Jisung continues fanning himself, muttering something about needing a fucking ice bath, completely oblivious to your approach. When you’re close enough, you tip the bucket forward, the cool water cascading over his head and shoulders with a loud splash.

“What the fuck?!” Jisung yells, spinning around to face you, his hair dripping and plastered to his forehead. Water trickles down his torso, accentuating the curve of his tattoos as his eyes widen in disbelief.

You’re already backing up, laughing uncontrollably as you clutch the now-empty bucket. “You looked hot,” you tease, your voice light and sweet despite the chaos you’ve just unleashed. “Thought I’d help cool you down.”

“Oh, you’re dead,” Jisung says, dropping the fan act entirely as he grabs the nearby hose. The grin spreading across his face is equal parts playful and dangerous.

“No, no, no!” you squeal, turning on your heel and sprinting toward the nearest car for cover.

Jisung doesn’t hesitate. The hose comes to life in his hands, spraying a sharp stream of water as he chases after you. “Get back here, Sleeping Beauty!” he shouts, laughing as you duck behind the car.

Your giggles echo in the lot as you peek out from the other side of the car, your messy ponytail swaying with the movement. “You wouldn’t dare!”

“Wouldn’t I?” Jisung counters, narrowing his eyes before aiming the hose directly at you. The water arcs through the air, catching you squarely on the side. You shriek, dashing out from behind the car in an attempt to dodge the stream.

The commotion draws attention. Rose and Hyunjin, who’ve been quietly chatting while washing a car nearby, look up just as Jisung’s spray hits you again. Rose smirks, grabbing her own sponge soaked in water, and flings it directly at Hyunjin, hitting him in the chest.

“Oh, it’s on,” Hyunjin growls, scooping up a bucket of sudsy water and launching it at her.

“What the fuck, Hyun?!” Rose yells, laughing as she gets drenched.

Jennie, who’s been working with Chan on the other side of the lot, notices the growing chaos. “Oh, hell no,” she mutters before grabbing a bucket of her own and tossing the contents in Chan’s direction.

Chan sputters, shaking water out of his blue hair before locking eyes with Jennie. His smirk is slow and deliberate. “You asked for it,” he says, lunging for the hose near his feet.

Within moments, the entire lot devolves into an all-out water fight. Lisa and Jisoo team up, grabbing buckets and sponges to take on Changbin, Felix, Minho, and Seungmin, who retaliate with hoses and cups of water. Shouts, laughter, and splashes echo through the parking lot, creating a scene of pure, unfiltered chaos.

But amid the frenzy, you and Jisung remain locked in your own battle. He corners you near the speaker, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he raises the hose. You hold up your hands, laughing breathlessly. “Truce?”

“Truce?” Jisung repeats, arching a brow. “Do I look like the kind of guy who plays fair?”

Before you can respond, he sprays a gentle mist of water over you, the droplets catching the sunlight like tiny diamonds. You laugh, brushing the water off your face as you step closer, your playful smile disarming him completely.

“You’re relentless,” you say, shaking your head.

“Only when it comes to you,” Jisung replies, his voice lower, the playful edge softening into something warmer.

Nearby, Hyunjin and Rose are in their own world, oblivious to the chaos around them. Hyunjin has ditched his sponge entirely, opting to pour bucket after bucket of water over Rose, who retaliates by flicking soap suds at his face. They’re both laughing so hard they can barely stand upright.

“Are you trying to drown me?” Rose yells, gasping for breath between giggles.

“Maybe,” Hyunjin teases, grinning as he pushes his wet hair out of his face. “But you’re too pretty to stay mad at me.”

Rose’s laughter falters for a moment, a faint blush coloring her cheeks before she grabs another sponge and flings it at him.

On the other side of the lot, Jennie and Chan have abandoned any pretense of cleaning. Jennie has somehow wrestled the hose away from him and is now gleefully spraying his chest as he tries to dodge. “This is revenge for all the shit you’ve given me, Bang Chan!” she shouts, laughing.

Chan finally grabs the hose, tugging it away from her with a triumphant grin. “Yeah? Well, let’s see how you like it!” He sprays a light stream toward her, but instead of running, Jennie steps forward, meeting his gaze with a smirk.

“Is that all you’ve got?” she taunts, crossing her arms despite the water dripping from her.

Chan hesitates for a second, his grin faltering as he takes in her challenging stare. “Maybe I’m going easy on you.”

“Don’t bother,” Jennie replies, her smirk widening.

Back in your corner of the chaos, Jisung finally lowers the hose, stepping closer until he’s standing just a foot away. “You having fun?” he asks, his voice soft but teasing.

You nod, brushing wet strands of hair out of your face. “More than I expected,” you admit, your quiet tone laced with warmth.

Jisung’s grin softens, his dark eyes scanning your face before locking onto yours. “Good. Because I’m not done with you yet.”

Before you can ask what he means, he turns the hose back on, spraying a gentle arc over your head as your laughter rings out, blending perfectly with the chaos of the day.

The sun filters through the trees lining the campus path, casting dappled patterns of light on the pavement as you make your way to the library. The pink cherry-patterned mini dress you’re wearing sways lightly with each step, your light pink wedges clicking softly against the concrete. Your hair is half-up, a small bun perched on the crown of your head, and the cherries drawn in red eyeliner on your eyelids complement the delicate pink of your eye makeup. You clutch a small stack of books to your chest, the clear gloss on your lips catching the light as you hum softly to yourself.

You’re almost at the library steps when a voice cuts through the quiet bustle of campus. “Hey, sweetheart.”

You stop short as an arm drapes across your shoulders. Instinctively, your shoulders scrunch up, the weight of the unexpected contact making you tense. You clutch your books tighter to your chest, your pulse quickening as the unfamiliar Theta Tau guy leans in, his smirk a little too wide and his cologne a little too strong.

“I hear you’ve been hanging around with that walking coloring book,” he drawls, his tone mockingly casual. “What’s his name again? The Alpha Phi guy?”

You glance at him, your soft eyes darting nervously. “Jisung,” you say quietly, though your voice is barely above a whisper. “His name is Jisung.”

“Right, right,” the Theta sneers, his grip tightening slightly as he steers you closer to him. “Guy looks like a fucking graffiti wall. What’s he got that I don’t?”

Before you can respond, a sharp whistle pierces the air. The Theta’s head snaps up, and you turn your gaze over your shoulder. Jisung is walking toward you, the sun catching on the ink that decorates his legs and arms. He’s wearing a black vest tucked into black shorts, his sneakers scuffing softly against the path as he strolls. A cigarette dangles lazily between his lips, a thin stream of smoke curling upward. His dark eyes lock onto yours, sharp and unreadable, but there’s a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Hey, Y/N!” Jisung calls out, his voice light and warm, but there’s an edge of something dangerous underneath. “Ready to go?”

You seize the lifeline he’s thrown, nodding quickly as you glance up at the Theta still hanging onto your shoulders. “Sorry,” you murmur, stepping out from under his arm. “I have plans.”

The Theta scowls, his sneer deepening as he looks Jisung up and down. “Back off, Alpha Phi.”

Jisung hums, taking a long drag of his cigarette as he reaches you. He slings his arm around your shoulders with casual ease, his fingers brushing lightly against your exposed skin. You lean into him instinctively, your small frame fitting comfortably against his side.

“Move on, Theta,” Jisung says, exhaling a cloud of smoke that drifts lazily between them. His voice is calm, but his dark eyes hold a warning.

The Theta scoffs, his expression twisting into something ugly. “Is that a threat?”

Jisung’s smirk widens, his sharp canines flashing as he pulls the cigarette from his lips. “Yeah,” he says, his voice dipping lower, the word drawn out deliberately. “It is.”

The tension thickens, the quiet hum of campus life fading into the background as the two men stare each other down. You grip the edge of your books tightly, your heart pounding as you glance nervously between them.

The Theta Tau guy sneers, his hands clenching at his sides. “You think you’re tough shit, huh? Just ‘cause you’ve got some fucking tattoos?”

Jisung laughs, the sound light and almost friendly, but his grin never reaches his eyes. He leans forward slightly, his tone dropping to something darker. “I think you should walk away before I make you move. And trust me, it won’t be pretty.”

The Theta’s jaw twitches, but the look in Jisung’s eyes gives him pause. He steps back, raising his hands in mock surrender. “Whatever, man,” he mutters, glaring at you briefly before turning to leave. “Enjoy your little date.”

Jisung waits until the Theta is out of earshot before taking another drag of his cigarette, his smirk softening as he turns to you. “You okay?”

You nod, your voice quiet but steady. “Thank you, Jisung.”

“Anytime, Sleeping Beauty,” he says, his grin widening as he flicks the ash from his cigarette. “Now, come on. I wasn’t lying about those plans. Let’s get out of here before another asshole shows up.”

The library is quiet, save for the soft rustling of pages and the occasional clack of a keyboard. You and Jisung settle into a table in the back corner, away from prying eyes and the sporadic chatter of other students. The afternoon sun filters through the large windows, casting warm patches of light over the dark wooden furniture. You pull out your thick book on criminal case law in South Korea and set it on the table with a quiet thud. Next to it, you place a sleek purple cover for pages, carefully aligning it as you open the text.

Jisung watches you with mild curiosity, his tattooed arms resting lazily on the table. He’s leaned back in his chair, legs stretched out under the table, his black vest taut against his chest. “What’s that for?” he asks, nodding toward the purple overlay.

“It helps with my dyslexia,” you explain softly, smoothing the edges of the page. “The colour makes it easier for me to read without the letters swimming around.”

Jisung whistles lowly, leaning forward now, his arms folding on the table as he peers at the book. “That’s intense. What’re you studying?”

You glance up at him briefly, your lips curving into a small smile. “I have a pop quiz coming up on mens rea and actus reus in specific landmark cases involving sexual offences, murder, and assaults.”

Jisung’s brows raise, his expression caught somewhere between impressed and horrified. “Holy shit, princess. That’s heavy.”

The nickname makes your cheeks warm slightly, but you duck your head back toward your book. “It’s part of the curriculum,” you say quietly. “I need to know it.”

“Do you want me to quiz you?” he offers, his tone casual but curious.

You blink at him, surprised. “You wouldn’t mind?”

Jisung smirks, leaning back again and tipping his chair onto two legs. “I don’t do shit I don’t want to, princess.”

The nickname catches you off guard again, and you tilt your head at him. “Princess?”

He shrugs, his grin widening. “When I met you, you were dressed as one. It fits.”

Your lips twitch into a smile, and you nod toward the book. “Alright, go ahead. Just… don’t make it too easy.”

“Oh, I wasn’t planning on it.” Jisung cracks his knuckles dramatically before flipping through the book, his sharp eyes scanning the dense text. He finds a section with case law summaries and leans closer, tapping one with his finger. “Alright, let’s start with this: What was the mens rea in the case of the 2003 Gwangju arson-murder incident?”

You bite your lip, thinking. “That case… the mens rea was established as intent to kill, right? The prosecution argued that the act of starting the fire directly demonstrated intent.”

“Ding ding ding,” Jisung says, grinning. “One for one. Alright, next.” He flips a few more pages, clearly enjoying himself. “Here’s a tricky one. The 1998 Seoul assault case, what was the actus reus?”

You frown, your fingers tracing the edge of the table. “That was… the act of hitting the victim with a blunt object. It was categorized as deliberate physical harm.”

“Fuck yeah, it was,” Jisung says, leaning back with a satisfied nod. “You’re a fucking genius.”

You laugh softly, shaking your head. “Hardly. I just read a lot.”

“Whatever you say, princess,” Jisung replies, his grin never wavering as he continues flipping through the book. He deliberately picks out the most obscure cases, challenging you with increasingly difficult questions, but you manage to hold your own, surprising both yourself and him.

After a while, he closes the book with a soft thud and leans forward on the table, resting his chin on his tattooed forearms. “Hey,” he says casually, his voice dropping slightly. “Wanna go to Lotte World with me next week?”

You blink, caught off guard by the sudden change in tone. “Like… a date?”

“Yeah,” he says easily, his smirk softening into something more genuine. “Theme park, lots of rides, obnoxiously expensive snacks. We can get the train straight there.”

Your heart skips a beat, and you glance down at the book, pretending to study the cover as you gather your thoughts. “I… sure,” you say finally, your voice barely above a whisper. “That sounds nice.”

Jisung’s grin widens, and he straightens up, leaning back in his chair again. “Good. It’s a date, then.”

You look up at him, your quiet smile returning. “It’s a date.”

The moment lingers, warm and unspoken, before Jisung picks up the book again, tapping the cover playfully. “But first, let’s make sure you ace that quiz, princess.”

You laugh softly, the weight of the day lifting as the two of you settle back into studying. The world outside fades, the quiet camaraderie between you and Jisung making the library feel like a sanctuary, a place where something new and exciting is beginning to unfold.

The Alpha Phi living room is a scene of organized chaos. Empty soda cans and crumpled snack wrappers litter the coffee table, and the faint smell of pizza from last night still lingers in the air. The guys are sprawled across mismatched furniture, the summer heat making the space feel even more cramped despite the humming ceiling fan above.

Jisung sits in the corner of the couch, one leg draped over the armrest, a smug grin plastered across his face. He’s only wearing a pair of neon green shorts, an unfortunate choice, but he hasn’t gotten around to doing laundry. His arms, covered in vibrant sleeves, are propped behind his head as he lounges like he owns the place.

“Alright,” Chan says, clapping his hands together as he leans forward from his seat in the armchair. His short blue hair is damp from a quick shower, and his sleeveless hoodie leaves his muscular arms on full display. “Let’s get this shit started. Progress reports, boys. Hyunjin, you’re up first.”

Hyunjin sighs dramatically, leaning back on the chaise and tossing his black hair over his shoulder with theatrical flair. “Me and Rose are a work in progress,” he says, his tone both exasperated and smug. “She’s warming up to me, though. I mean, how could she not? I’m fucking irresistible.”

“You’re fucking insufferable,” Changbin mutters from his spot on the beanbag chair, earning a chorus of laughter from the others.

Hyunjin ignores him, a small smirk tugging at his lips. “But yeah, I’m playing the long game. Slow and steady wins the race.”

“Sure it does, Romeo,” Seungmin deadpans, barely looking up from his phone.

“Alright, alright,” Chan says, raising a hand to silence the banter. “Let’s hear it, Jisung. What’s the deal with Sleeping Beauty?”

Jisung’s grin widens, and he shifts in his seat, leaning forward slightly. “Let me tell you, boys, I’m fucking killing it,” he starts, his tone full of confidence. “I helped Y/N study for her pop quiz, mens rea and actus reus, all that legal shit. We spent hours together, and I didn’t even mess with her once.”

“That’s a miracle,” Felix pipes up from the floor, where he’s lying on his stomach, his chin propped on his hands. “You not messing with someone? Did hell freeze over?”

“Shut the fuck up, Lix,” Jisung says, flicking a crumpled napkin in his direction. “Anyway, I’m building the groundwork, you know? Laying a solid fucking foundation. And get this, we’re going on a date to Lotte World next week.”

Changbin sits up abruptly, his eyes wide. “No fucking way. You got her to agree to a date?”

“Hell yeah, I did,” Jisung replies, holding out his hand for a high five. Changbin slaps his palm with a grin, the sound echoing through the room.

“Alright, Mr. Disney Prince,” Jeongin says, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “What’s your plan for Lotte World? Gonna serenade her on the Ferris wheel or something?”

“Jeongin, shut the fuck up before I turn your face into a punching bag,” Jisung shoots back, though his grin never wavers. “I’ve got it under control. Trust the process.”

Chan clears his throat, drawing the room’s attention back to him. “Not to flex or anything,” he starts, though his shit-eating grin suggests otherwise, “but I fucked Jennie after the car wash.”

The room erupts into chaos. Felix drops his head into his hands, cackling, while Changbin nearly chokes on his soda. Hyunjin lets out a loud, theatrical gasp, clutching his chest like he’s been mortally wounded.

“No fucking way,” Minho says, his eyebrows shooting up. “You’re telling me the president of Alpha Phi finally got his shit together?”

“Not only that,” Chan continues, his grin widening, “but we’re going out for dinner tomorrow. So, yeah, things are looking pretty fucking good.”

Hyunjin claps slowly, the sound dripping with mockery. “Look at you, Bang Chan. Finally living up to all those muscles.”

“Better late than never,” Seungmin mutters, still scrolling on his phone.

“Alright, alright,” Chan says, waving them off, though his smugness is impossible to ignore. “Let’s not make this about me. Jisung, Hyunjin, sounds like you two are on the right track. Keep it up.”

Jisung leans back again, stretching his arms over the back of the couch. “Don’t worry, Captain. We’ve got this shit locked down.”

The air is alive with laughter, the hum of roller coasters, and the sugary aroma of cotton candy wafting through Lotte World. The vibrant colours of the park shimmer under the bright afternoon sun, and you can’t help but feel a little giddy as you walk beside Jisung. The two of you weave through the crowds, the sounds of children squealing with delight blending with the faint music playing from the park speakers.

Jisung is a striking contrast to the whimsical surroundings, dressed entirely in black. His cargo shorts and fitted vest top show off his tattoos, the falling Icarus on his left thigh catching the light as he moves. His scorpion neck tattoo peeks out just above the neckline, and his sunglasses sit low on his nose, giving him an effortlessly cool demeanour.

You, in your light blue cropped camisole and white denim shorts, feel like a pastel-coloured foil to his dark, edgy look. Your angel wing tattoos are visible on your shoulder blades, and the cursive DIVINE inked on your lower back peeks out slightly when you adjust your messy ponytail.

“We have to go on the log flume, right?” Jisung asks, breaking the comfortable silence as he glances over at you.

You nod, smiling softly. “It’s a classic.”

“Exactly,” Jisung says, grinning as he grabs your hand. His fingers are warm, his grip firm but not overbearing, and he tugs you gently in the direction of the ride. “Come on, let’s do it before the line gets insane.”

The warmth of his hand in yours sends a subtle jolt through your chest, but you follow him without hesitation, letting him lead you through the maze of attractions. The line for the log flume is shorter than expected, and soon you’re climbing into one of the wooden boats together, the faint scent of chlorine and wet wood filling the air.

Jisung slides in beside you, his arm immediately draping across the back of your seat. His closeness is impossible to ignore, his tattooed arm brushing lightly against your shoulders, the faint scent of his cologne mingling with the water droplets clinging to the boat’s sides.

“You good?” he asks, his voice low but casual as he adjusts his sunglasses, glancing sideways at you.

You nod, your lips curving into a small smile. “Yeah. This’ll be fun.”

The boat begins to move, the gentle rocking of the water beneath it setting the rhythm for the ride. The cool breeze that sweeps through the air feels refreshing against your skin as the boat glides past the animatronic scenes that line the route. Jisung keeps his arm where it is, his fingertips occasionally brushing against your shoulder as the two of you take in the surroundings.

When the first small drop approaches, Jisung leans closer, a playful grin on his face. “You scared of getting wet?”

You glance at him, shaking your head. “Not really. Are you?”

“Please,” he scoffs, smirking. “I live for this shit.”

The boat tips over the edge, and you let out a soft squeal as the water splashes up, misting your face and dampening the ends of your hair. Jisung laughs beside you, his arm tightening slightly around your shoulders to steady you as the boat levels out.

“Not bad,” he says, his grin widening as he glances down at you. “You good?”

You nod, brushing a few droplets off your face with the back of your hand. “I told you, I’m not scared.”

“Fair enough,” Jisung replies, his tone teasing but warm. “Guess you’re braver than I thought, princess.”

The nickname makes your cheeks heat slightly, but you don’t say anything, focusing instead on the ride as the next incline comes into view. Jisung’s arm remains around you, his casual confidence somehow grounding despite the lighthearted chaos of the moment.

As the boat begins its ascent toward the biggest drop, Jisung leans closer, his voice low enough that only you can hear. “Alright, Sleeping Beauty. Last chance to bail.”

You laugh softly, shaking your head. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Jisung chuckles, his grin almost triumphant as the boat crests the top of the hill. The drop comes fast and exhilarating, the water spraying up in a cascade of cool droplets that soak both of you. You let out a startled laugh, clutching the edge of the seat as Jisung’s laughter rings out beside you.

When the boat finally slows and the ride comes to an end, you’re both damp and breathless, the adrenaline still buzzing in your veins. Jisung pushes his sunglasses up onto his head, his dark eyes sparkling with amusement as he looks at you.

“Not bad, princess,” he says, his grin widening. “You survived.”

“Barely,” you reply, your voice soft but teasing.

Jisung laughs, his arm slipping from your shoulders as the boat comes to a stop. He steps out first, offering his hand to help you out. You take it, your fingers brushing against his, and for a moment, the rest of the park fades away.

As the two of you walk away from the ride, your clothes damp and your spirits high, Jisung glances at you, his smirk softening into something more genuine. “What’s next?”

You glance around the park, a quiet warmth blooming in your chest as you realize there’s nowhere else you’d rather be. “Whatever you want,” you say simply, your smile matching his.

Laughter echoes between you and Jisung as you stumble into the photobooth together, the curtain swishing closed behind you. The dampness from the log flume ride clings to your clothes, making the enclosed space feel slightly cooler than the blazing sun outside. The booth is cramped, forcing you to sit closer than you expected, your knees brushing against his.

“Alright, princess,” Jisung says, leaning over to press the buttons on the screen. His tattoos flex with the movement, and he flashes you a cheeky grin. “We’ve got five shots. Better make them count.”

The countdown begins, the screen flashing a giant “3… 2… 1.”

For the first photo, you both grab a pair of oversized sunglasses from the prop bin. You stand back to back, arms crossed dramatically as you point finger guns at the camera. Jisung’s grin is wide and mischievous as he tips his head slightly, the scorpion tattoo on his neck peeking out under his black sunglasses.

“Looking like a fucking action hero,” Jisung quips as the flash goes off.

“You mean a fucking cartoon,” you counter, giggling as you turn to face him.

The screen counts down again for the second shot, and this time, you’re mid-laugh. Jisung has just finished telling you about Changbin farting during a deadlift at the gym.

“It was so bad,” Jisung says, barely holding back his own laughter. “Felix almost puked. Minho ran out of the room. Chan legit said, ‘Fuck this,’ and walked away. I thought I was gonna die.”

You’re laughing so hard your shoulders shake, your messy ponytail bouncing as you clutch your stomach. The camera catches the moment perfectly, your head tilted back, eyes scrunched in genuine delight, while Jisung leans forward, laughing along with you.

“Jesus Christ,” you manage to say through your giggles, wiping at your eyes. “That’s disgusting.”

“Changbin’s ass is a fucking weapon of mass destruction,” Jisung agrees, grinning.

For the third photo, you decide to up the chaos. Jisung sticks out his tongue and crosses his eyes, while you puff out your cheeks and pull at your ponytail, making your hair look even messier. The flash goes off just as you both start laughing at each other’s ridiculous faces.

“Holy shit, we’re gonna look insane,” you say, catching your breath.

“That’s the point,” Jisung replies, his grin wide and unbothered. “It’s art.”

The fourth photo catches you mid-laugh again, this time at Jisung’s story about Hyunjin ripping his pants at a party.

“It wasn’t just a tear,” Jisung says, his voice animated as he gestures wildly. “Dude bent over to pick up his phone, and the entire ass seam exploded. Like, gone. Everyone saw his SpongeBob boxers.”

You’re practically wheezing, your hand covering your mouth as you try to suppress your laughter. The flash goes off again, but this time Jisung doesn’t even look at the camera. He’s watching you, a small smile playing on his lips as he takes in the way your laughter lights up your face.

For the fifth and final shot, the countdown begins again, and the laughter subsides into a quiet, lingering warmth. Jisung looks at you, his eyes softer now, the playful edge replaced by something deeper.

Before you can ask what’s on his mind, he leans in. His hand comes up to cup your face gently, his thumb brushing lightly against your cheek. His lips meet yours, warm and sure, the kiss sweet but charged with an undeniable spark.

The flash goes off, capturing the moment perfectly. You’re too caught up in the kiss to care, your heart pounding as the world outside the booth fades away.

When he pulls back, his grin returns, a little smug but mostly pleased. “Had to make the last one memorable,” he says, his voice low and slightly breathless.

You blink at him, your cheeks warm as you nod. “You… definitely did.”

Jisung chuckles, reaching for the screen to pay for two copies of the photo strip. When they print, he hands you one with a flourish. “For your scrapbook or whatever,” he says, tucking the other strip into the back of his phone case. “And this one’s mine. Gotta preserve the evidence of how hot we look.”

You laugh softly, your fingers brushing against the glossy photos. “Thanks, Jisung.”

“Anytime, princess,” he replies, pushing the curtain aside and gesturing for you to follow him. As the two of you step back into the sunlight, the photo strip in your hand feels heavier than it should—like it holds more than just images but the start of something real.

The Alpha Phi frat house is already buzzing with noise when you and Jisung arrive. Laughter and loud voices carry through the open windows, and the faint smell of someone’s late-night cooking mingles with the ever-present scent of whatever questionable air freshener they’ve been using.

Jisung pushes the door open, gesturing for you to step in first. “Welcome to the madhouse,” he says, smirking as he steps in behind you.

The living room is packed. Chan is perched on the arm of a couch, his arms crossed and an expectant grin on his face. Minho and Felix are sprawled on the cushions, Felix holding a bowl of popcorn while Minho sips from a soda can. Changbin is on the floor leaning against the coffee table, and Jeongin and Seungmin are in the corner playing cards. Hyunjin is sprawled dramatically on the chaise, his hair messily tied back.

“Finally!” Chan exclaims as soon as he spots you two. “Took you long enough.”

“Fucking hell, we were about to send a search party,” Changbin adds, tossing a crumpled wrapper at Jisung, who easily dodges it.

Jisung doesn’t respond right away. Instead, he casually pulls his phone from his pocket, holding it up so the clear case reveals the strip of photobooth pictures tucked neatly inside. The black border around the photos makes the images pop, each one filled with laughter, ridiculous faces, and, of course, that final kiss.

The room erupts into chaos.

“No fucking way,” Felix exclaims, dropping the popcorn bowl in his lap as he leans forward. “That’s so cute!”

Minho glances at the photos, his lips quirking into a sly grin. “So, that’s how I win you over, huh, Lix?” he says, his voice dripping with mock seriousness. “Just take you to a photobooth?”

Felix flushes immediately, his freckles standing out against his red cheeks. “Shut up, Minho!” he sputters, smacking him lightly on the arm.

Jisung smirks, sliding his phone back into his pocket. “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, assholes. You’re just jealous.”

“I mean, a little,” Jeongin pipes up from the corner, his tone teasing. “You got a whole-ass date at Lotte World, and I’m stuck here losing to Seungmin at cards.”

“Get good, loser,” Seungmin retorts, barely glancing up.

Hyunjin suddenly sits up, leaning forward with a mischievous grin. “Alright, Y/N,” he says, pointing a finger at you. “Your turn. How do I win over Rose? Spill.”

You blink, surprised at being put on the spot. “Food,” you say after a moment, your lips curving into a small smile. “She’s from New Zealand, so anything that reminds her of home would mean a lot. She also mentioned wanting a portrait… either of her or something you paint for her.”

Hyunjin’s eyes light up, and he dramatically presses a hand to his chest. “Y/N, I love you,” he declares, jumping to his feet. “You’re a genius. A fucking genius!” Without another word, he bolts up the stairs, presumably to start planning his grand gesture.

Changbin chuckles, shaking his head. “It’s kinda crazy when you think about it,” he says, leaning back against the table. “This whole fucking romance train started with that disco pang pang ride.”

“Right?” Chan agrees, laughing. “That stupid ride caused absolute chaos. And now look, Jisung’s over here with photobooth kisses.”

“Fucking poetic,” Jeongin mutters, smirking.

Jisung waves them off with a dramatic eye roll. “Alright, losers, I’m done with this intervention. We’re going upstairs.”

“Wait,” Minho says, stopping him mid-step. He pulls something out of his pocket and hands it to you, a face mask in a sleek black packet. “You’re gonna need this.”

You blink at him, tilting your head. “Why?”

“Because,” Minho replies with a deadpan expression, “Jisung’s room is fucking disgusting. It’s a biohazard. This is for your safety.”

The room erupts into laughter, everyone nodding in agreement.

“Fuck off, my room isn’t that bad!” Jisung protests, but his grin gives him away.

“Bro, you live in a dumpster,” Felix says, still chuckling. “Let’s not pretend otherwise.”

You smile, accepting the face mask with a soft, “Thank you, Minho.”

Jisung groans dramatically, grabbing your hand and tugging you toward the stairs. “Don’t listen to them, princess. My room is fine. Let’s go.”

You and Jisung head upstairs, your footsteps echoing in the narrow hallway. Jisung’s hand is wrapped around yours, pulling you along as the sounds of the frat house’s chaos slowly fade behind you. The door to his room is ajar when you reach it, and he swings it open with a casual flick of his wrist, revealing the space inside.

“Alright, welcome to my humble abode,” Jisung says, stepping aside to let you in. “Don’t mind the mess.”

You raise an eyebrow as you step into his room. It’s not exactly what you were expecting. There’s a comfortable bed in the corner, a few scattered posters on the walls, but it’s the clutter that catches your attention. Piles of clothes in various states of cleanliness are stacked in one corner, and there’s a mess of gadgets, unopened boxes, and random knick-knacks littering his desk.

“It’s not dirty,” Jisung insists, closing the door behind you. “It’s just... I buy a lot of shit I never use.”

You can’t help but laugh quietly, shaking your head. “Yeah, I can see that.” You glance at him, catching a glimpse of a Star Wars figurine on the shelf, a couple of old video game consoles tucked under his desk, and what appears to be a half-used, brightly colored art set. “What is all this stuff, Jisung?”

Jisung shrugs nonchalantly, a slight grin tugging at the corner of his lips. “I mean, I was gonna do something with all of it. But, you know, procrastination is a hell of a drug.” He walks over to the desk and tosses his jacket over the back of the chair before flopping down onto the bed. “But, I’m not here to give you a tour of my shit. What do you think of my mess?”

You glance around again, spotting something on his desk that catches your eye, a criminal law textbook, open to a random page. You walk over to it, picking it up and raising an eyebrow. “Why do you have this?”

Jisung looks over at you, propping himself up on his elbows. “Figured it’d be good to have something to talk about, you know? Make me sound smart and shit.” He shrugs, completely unfazed by the fact that he’s openly admitting to this in front of you.

You look back at him, a quiet laugh escaping you. “You? Sounding smart? Yeah, sure.”

He throws his head back dramatically. “Hey, I’m a journalism major with a criminal psych minor. I can throw around some fancy words.”

“I’ll give you credit for trying,” you tease, before glancing around some more. That’s when you spot the Harry Potter shelf in the corner, filled with a collection of wands, scarves, and figurines.

“Wait,” you say, pointing at the shelf. “Are those... Harry Potter things?”

Jisung smirks, clearly proud of his collection. “Hufflepuff represent!” he announces with a dramatic flair, throwing his hands up like he’s about to lead a chant.

You laugh, shaking your head in disbelief. “Hufflepuff? Really?”

“Hell yeah,” he says, looking at you as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “We’re loyal, hardworking, and way cooler than all those other houses.”

You roll your eyes, half-amused, half-surprised. “I took the quiz, and I was a Slytherin.”

Jisung’s face twists in mock horror. “You?! A Slytherin?!” he exclaims, raising an eyebrow in exaggerated shock. “There’s no way you’re a Slytherin. I thought you were, like, all sweet and shit.”

You shrug with a smile, enjoying the banter. “Turns out, I’m secretly cunning and ambitious.”

Jisung chuckles, shaking his head. “Fuck, that’s funny. But I’ll take it. Slytherins are smart as hell.”

As you glance around his room, something else catches your eye, a small book of poetry, sitting casually on his nightstand. You pick it up, flicking through the pages. “Wait, what’s this?” you ask, your voice playful as you glance at Jisung.

He sits up on the bed, his smirk softening into something more sheepish. “I saw on your Instagram that you and the girls did a wine and poetry night, so... I bought the book,” he admits, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “Thought it might be a good way to connect.”

You stare at him for a beat, processing the unexpected gesture. And then you can’t help it. You burst out laughing. “You are a secret loser!” You hold up the book like it’s evidence. “Han Jisung, a tattooed hunk with a chest bigger than most women, is secretly a loser!”

Jisung groans, flopping back onto the bed with his hands covering his face. “I swear to god, I’m never doing anything nice for you again.”

You laugh harder, walking over to the bed and sitting on the edge. “Oh, I’m sorry, did I crush your tough guy image?” you tease, nudging him with your elbow. “You’ve got tattoos, a scorpion on your neck, and now you’re reading poetry. You’re like a walking contradiction.”

“Fuck off,” Jisung grumbles, but his voice is amused. 

You smile softly, genuinely touched by the effort, even if it’s a little silly. “I like that you’re a secret loser.”

“God, you really know how to kill a guy’s ego, don’t you?” Jisung says, though the affection in his voice is clear.

“Only because you deserve it,” you tease, picking up the poetry book and flipping through it casually. You can’t help but feel a little lighter in his presence, despite the teasing. “I like the effort. Really.”

Jisung turns his head toward you, giving you a genuine, softer smile. “You know, you’re not so bad yourself, princess.”

You look up at him, your heart unexpectedly fluttering as you feel the weight of his words. “I’m not the only one with layers, huh?”

Jisung chuckles, running a hand through his hair. “Nah. Guess not.”

The Alpha Phi living room is a cacophony of banter and energy, as it always is when all eight boys are crammed into one space. Jisung is pacing back and forth in front of his friends, his hands flailing occasionally as he speaks, clearly deep in thought or at least pretending to be.

“Okay,” he starts, stopping abruptly to face the group before continuing his restless pacing. “So, we kissed. She spent time with me in my room. Called me a loser, which, by the way, rude as fuck, but also weirdly endearing, and now I need to make her my girlfriend.”

The room is silent for a beat before Jeongin snorts. “Dude, you’re acting like this is some undercover operation.”

“It is an operation, you little shit,” Jisung fires back, jabbing a finger in Jeongin’s direction. “Step one: romance. Step two: dates. Step three: make it official. Step four: sex. In that order. Because-” he pauses for dramatic effect, spinning to face Chan, “-I am not a heathen like Chan, who fucks before a date.”

“Hey!” Chan says, throwing a crumpled napkin at him. “Don’t drag me into this shit!”

“I’m just saying,” Jisung replies, grinning, “I’m a classy man. Romancing, dates, making it official. Then sex.”

Minho, who’s lounging on the couch beside Felix, raises an eyebrow. “Is it so she’s not scared off by the fact that the tip of your dick is pierced?”

Jisung pauses mid-pace, his mouth opening and closing for a second before he sighs dramatically. “Yes. I need her to accept me as her boyfriend first so we’re locked in before Prince Albert comes into play.”

“Jesus Christ,” Changbin mutters, shaking his head. “I didn’t need to know that.”

“It’s all about transparency, Binnie,” Jisung says with a flourish. “Now, ideas, people. I need ideas. No ideas are bad ideas.”

Hyunjin leans forward, his chin resting on his hands. “Okay, hear me out. You take her to one of those rooftop restaurants. Dim lighting, candles, a view of the city. Classic romance.”

“Solid,” Jisung nods. “Not bad.”

Jeongin raises a hand. “Cook for her. Girls love a guy who can cook.”

“You can’t even boil an egg,” Seungmin mutters.

“Hey, I didn’t say I’d do it. I said he should.”

“That’s actually not terrible,” Jisung admits, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “But I’d probably burn her dinner.”

“Do a grand gesture,” Changbin offers, grinning. “Show up at her window with a boombox, ‘80s movie style.”

“Changbin,” Minho says, deadpan. “No one does that anymore.”

“That’s why it’s genius,” Changbin counters.

Jisung stares at him for a moment before shaking his head. “Fucking awful.”

“Write her a love letter,” Felix suggests quietly, still hiding behind his iced tea.

Jisung arches an eyebrow. “What am I, Shakespeare?”

“Buy her a puppy,” Jeongin adds, grinning. “No one says no to puppies.”

“Jeongin, shut the fuck up,” Jisung snaps, though he can’t suppress a small laugh. “I’m not buying a puppy.”

Chan finally clears his throat, raising a hand to silence the chaos. “Alright, alright. Let me speak, children.”

Jisung crosses his arms, leaning against the wall. “Alright, Chan. You’re the romance man, despite your questionable methods with Jennie. Talk to me, papi.”

The room erupts in a chorus of groans and laughter as Minho jumps in, his smirk widening. “Yeah, Daddy Chan, talk to us. I need to romance Felix, Hyunjin needs to romance Rose. get talking.”

Felix flushes red, his head disappearing behind his drink entirely. “Minho, stop,” he mumbles, his voice barely audible.

Chan sighs dramatically, sitting up straighter. “Fine, you want advice from Daddy Chan? Here it is. First, figure out what she actually likes. Not just the surface stuff. Get to know her for real. What makes her happy? What’s her favourite thing to do when she’s stressed?”

“That’s… actually not bad,” Jisung admits, nodding slowly.

“Second,” Chan continues, “make her feel special without overdoing it. Don’t come off as fake. Do something that’s you, but with a twist for her.”

“And third,” Chan finishes, leaning back with a smirk, “be confident, but not cocky. Show her you’re serious without being overbearing.”

The room falls silent for a moment as everyone processes the surprisingly solid advice.

“Alright,” Jisung says, clapping his hands together. “Let’s do this. Chan, I’ll give you this one, you know your shit.”

“Damn right, I do,” Chan replies, grinning.

Minho raises a hand lazily. “Same advice applies for romancing Felix?”

Felix groans. “Minho, please.”

“Of course it does,” Chan says, smirking at Felix. “Just don’t be a dumbass about it.”

The room devolves into laughter again, but beneath the chaos, Jisung feels a quiet sense of determination. Whatever it takes, he’s going to make this work. After all, he’s not a heathen, he’s a man with a plan.

The sun is low in the sky, casting an amber glow over the bustling streets of Wolmi Myland as Jisung and you stroll side by side, his arm comfortably draped over your shoulder. You’ve grown used to the warmth of his touch, the gentle weight of it sending a calm buzz through your chest, making your smile even softer. The day has been full of laughter, rides, and moments you never want to forget.

Behind you, your friends make up a merry parade. Chan and Jennie are deep in conversation, their laughter filling the air, while Hyunjin and Rose trail behind, teasing each other about something only they understand. Minho and Felix, predictably, are doing their thing. Minho flirting with Felix in that easy, almost predatory way of his, like it’s just another Tuesday.

Felix, usually a shy mess in the face of Minho’s advances, has recently been taking notes from you and the girls on how to handle Minho’s brand of charm. You, Jennie, Jisoo, Lisa, and Rose had all gathered around Felix one afternoon and, in a moment of solidarity, had given him the pep talk of a lifetime. Look up through your eyelashes, bite your lip, speak soft but say something dirty, and so on.

You can hear Felix’s soft voice, but the words catch your attention because they sound like they come straight from a romance novel.

“So... you’ve been working out, huh?” Felix says, voice smooth as silk, a coy smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He looks at Minho through his lashes, lips parted ever so slightly. “I bet those arms would look even better holding me down.”

The reaction from Minho is instant, and you almost choke on your breath as you hear the sharp intake of air from him. His eyes widen as if Felix had just dropped a bomb on him, and the whole group stops in their tracks. Even Jisung’s arm around your shoulder tightens slightly, but his lips curve up in a wicked grin, clearly enjoying the chaos unfolding.

“Marry me, Felix,” Minho says, his voice high-pitched with disbelief but dripping with genuine admiration. “Right now, I’m in love with you. That was fucking hot. I-” He shakes his head as if trying to process what just happened. “Where has this version of Felix been hiding?”

Felix, suddenly more confident than you’ve ever seen him, shrugs and smirks. “You know, just had to channel my inner bad boy. You know how it is, Minho.” He looks around at all of you, a playful glint in his eye. “I can show you more... if you’re really interested.”

Jisung chuckles beside you, squeezing your shoulder lightly. “Damn, Felix, I’m proud of you. Finally found your balls.”

Chan, walking next to Jennie, throws his head back and laughs. “This shit is golden. I’ve been trying to get Felix to do this for years and now he’s out here dropping sexual innuendo like a fucking pro.” He slaps Minho on the back. “What’d you say, Minho? You in love with Felix now?”

Minho, still staring at Felix like he’s seeing him for the first time, just shakes his head in disbelief. “I might actually be. I never thought I’d say this, but damn, Felix, where’s the ring?”

Felix raises an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the attention. “Maybe you’ll have to earn it, Minho.” He winks and, for a moment, the atmosphere is a perfect blend of playful and charged.

You can’t help but laugh, the whole scene unfolding around you like a whirlwind of flirtation and teasing. Jisung’s arm around your shoulders tightens again, his smile mischievous as he lowers his head toward your ear. “I’m gonna be honest with you,” he murmurs, his voice low and teasing, “if you ever get me to say something that filthy, I think I’ll have to take you home and lock the door for the night.”

You glance at him, raising an eyebrow. “You think you can out-flirt Felix?” you tease gently.

Jisung grins, leaning in closer to brush his lips against your temple. “I know I can. I’m just waiting for the right moment.”

“Sure, sure,” you say, your voice light but with a smile playing on your lips. You feel his breath against your skin, sending a thrill through you, but you play it cool, knowing exactly what he’s doing. You lean into him, the closeness making everything feel more intimate.

Felix, still standing a few steps ahead, turns around with a look of pride on his face. “You know, I might have to teach Minho a lesson now,” he adds, “maybe show him how to actually flirt properly.”

Minho’s head snaps toward Felix, a horrified expression crossing his face. “No fucking way. You’re not doing that to me. I’m the one who does the lessons, alright?”

Jisoo and Lisa, who have been walking behind you, laugh loudly, catching the attention of the rest of the group. “Felix, babe, you’re getting too good at this,” Lisa says, grinning. “We might need to tone you down before you leave us all behind in the dating game.”

“Yeah, I don’t know if we can keep up with that level of flirtation,” Jisoo adds, shaking her head with exaggerated disbelief. “Next thing we know, you’re gonna be the one teaching us.”

Felix just grins, clearly loving the attention. “If you want, I could. We’re all about equal opportunity here, right?”

Hyunjin, who’s been walking next to Rose, chimes in, laughing. “You know what, Felix, we might have to start giving you a class for all of us. Teach us your ways.”

The laughter continues, but Jisung’s arm around you stays firm, his presence as comforting as always. His hand brushes your arm lightly as he speaks again, his voice low and playful, “You know, I’ve got some skills of my own, babe. But I’ll let you in on a little secret, nothing beats genuine affection.”

You glance up at him, your heart fluttering. “And I’m guessing you plan on showing me that tonight?”

His grin widens. “You know it, princess.”

The night is in full swing as the group gathers in front of the Disco Pang Pang ride. The neon lights blink around them, casting colourful hues across the faces of your friends. You’re laughing, your hand still resting comfortably in Jisung’s as you walk, but that’s when it happens.

Suddenly, Jisung stops in front of the entrance to the ride. You blink in confusion. Then, he drops to one knee.

The entire group freezes. You can hear Chan and Jennie snickering quietly in the background, Hyunjin and Rose watching with wide eyes. Minho and Felix glance at each other, brows raised, clearly confused but entertained. Jeongin, Seungmin, Changbin, Lisa, and Jisoo all stop and turn toward Jisung, their attention now fully on him.

You, on the other hand, snort. You can’t help it. The sudden seriousness of the moment mixed with Jisung’s complete lack of seriousness has you giggling uncontrollably. You press your hand to your mouth, trying to hide it, but the sound of your laughter fills the air.

“Oh my god,” you manage to gasp between giggles, “are you- Are you serious right now?”

Jisung’s face remains deadpan as he pulls out a ring from his pocket. But it’s not a diamond, or even a normal ring. It’s a candy ring. He holds it up, staring at you with a glint in his eye.

“Y/N L/N,” he says dramatically, “Will you accept me as I am? A sexy secret loser with enough ink on my skin to be a soccer mother’s wet dream in cliterary format? Will you be my girlfriend and accept this ring as a symbol of our romance?”

At that, you burst out laughing again, the candy ring in his hand almost forgotten as you clutch your stomach. You try to compose yourself, but it’s impossible. Jisung’s smirk only grows as he watches you dissolve into giggles.

“Yes!” you finally say between fits of laughter, “Yes, you idiot, I’ll be your girlfriend!” You extend your hand, letting him slip the candy ring onto your finger.

The whole group erupts into applause, and even Minho can’t help but laugh, though he's still trying to figure out what the hell just happened. Jisung grins widely, clearly pleased with himself, and leans in to whisper in your ear, his voice dropping to a teasing tone.

“Oh, by the way,” he says, voice low and almost too smug, “my dick’s pierced. You accepted me as your boyfriend, no take backs.”

You blink, your smile faltering for just a moment. “Your what is what?” You look around, clearly trying to process what he just said.

Minho, who has been lounging with Felix nearby, shrugs and speaks up. “It’s true,” he says casually, snuggling into Felix’s side, clearly comfortable with this new conversation. “Jisung showed us all when he got it done. The whole frat saw it. Right, guys?”

The guys all nod enthusiastically, their voices rising in unison.

“Yeah, it’s true,” Changbin adds with a smirk.

“Couldn’t stop talking about it for days,” Seungmin chimes in with a chuckle.

Jisung just grins at you, clearly pleased with the reactions. “Think of it as extra ribbing,” he says with a wink, leaning in closer to you.

You cover your mouth with your hand, trying to stifle your smile, but it's no use. Your laughter bubbles up again. You can’t believe the absurdity of it all, but at the same time, it feels right. This- he- feels right.

Jennie, who's been watching the entire exchange with a raised eyebrow, finally speaks up, her voice stern but amused. “No! No talking filth in public, you two!” she calls out, pointing at Jisung and you as she laughs. “We’re in public, for fuck’s sake.”

Jisung raises his hands in mock surrender, still grinning like a Cheshire cat. “Fine, fine,” he says, kissing the top of your head. “I’m a gentleman. I’ll keep it clean for now.”

You smile up at him, your heart racing with affection for this ridiculous, wonderful guy. “You know, I really don’t think I can take you anywhere without you making a scene.”

Jisung gives you an exaggerated look of offence. “What are you talking about? I’m a fucking angel, princess.”

“Oh, yeah, of course,” you tease, rolling your eyes. “A real angel with a pierced dick and a candy ring.”

“Hell yeah,” he says, laughing along with you. “But hey, we’re at Disco Pang Pang. Our place. You wanna go on the ride? Should we go and relive the moment where we first met?”

Your heart skips a beat at the mention of the ride, the memory of how you met, of how everything changed in that one moment. The laughter, the absurdity, and the way he looked at you. It’s been perfect ever since.

“Lead the way,” you reply, your smile soft and warm as you take his hand.

Jisung’s eyes light up, and he gives you a cheeky wink. “You got it, princess.”

He pulls you along toward the entrance of the ride, and the whole group follows. You’re not sure if you’ve ever been more content in your life than you are right now, surrounded by your friends, by Jisung, and by a relationship that’s in its early stages but is already everything you ever wanted.

As you board the Disco Pang Pang, Jisung pulls you close, his arm wrapping around your waist. The ride begins to spin, and you can’t help but feel like everything has fallen into place. There’s laughter, excitement, and the feeling that this moment, this night, is exactly where you’re supposed to be.

And as the lights of the ride flash, the music thumping in your ears, you know that no matter where you go, as long as you’re with him, it’s going to be an adventure.

The ride begins to buck, and Jisung pulls you closer, a wide grin on his face as he looks at you with that familiar spark in his eyes. “You’re mine now, princess.”

You lean into him, grinning back. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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Proofread by the wonderful @eastjonowhere

[pepsiconcoction]

Bathroom Breakdown | Bang Chan x Reader

pairing: bang chan x fem!reader

tags: insecurity, comfort, fluff, chan is so sweet y'all, minor explicit language

requested? nope, this was all me baybee!

wc: 1,450

If you had to say, getting in your own head was probably your strongest skill. You do it a lot, more than most people, but the funniest thing is, you don’t even realise you’re doing it half of the time. The thoughts in your head are so common that you truly believe them now, they’re just facts!

The recent topic of discussion inside your brain has been your love life. Specifically, your wonderful boyfriend, Chan. He really is wonderful, he’s kind, generous, funny, smart, and handsome as hell. You consider yourself lucky to be his girlfriend for the past six months. Insecurity has been slowly eating you recently, gnawing at you in the back of your head. You know everything that it’s saying is wrong, and that he loves you, and he’s lucky to have you too, but there’s just something convincing you he’s lying, that one day he is going to turn around and decide to leave.

Sniffling, you fold up a wad of toilet paper and bring it to your face, wiping your eyes one last time. You throw it into the toilet from your place on the cold tile floor and grab onto the edge of the sink to help hoist yourself up. You see your reflection in the mirror and let out a long, shaky breath. You were seemingly done crying, using the last 45 minutes as a good release, and your legs wobbled as you stood. 

You turned on the tap, feeling the cool water on your fingers. Gathering some water in your hands, you bring the coolness up to your face, gently pressing your face, and massaging around your eyes, attempting to wrangle the puffiness of your post-sob face. The cold water was refreshing and helped to bring you back to reality.

A few minutes later you were ready to face the world again, the world inside your apartment at least. Unlocking the bathroom door, you take one final deep breath. You swing the door open and nearly scream. There, leaning against the wall opposite, is Chan. 

“Jesus Christ.” You clutch your chest.

“Sorry, I did text you but,” he trails off. Oh, right. You didn’t have your phone on you, you had left it in the living room.

“Oh, sorry, yeah, it’s in the other room. How long have you been here?” You ask. He must have let himself in with the spare key you had given him.

“Uh, not long, maybe 15 minutes?” He stands up, awkwardly. You think he’s lying to save you the embarrassment.

“Oh,” you say, neither of you really knowing where to go with this.

“I didn’t know you were coming.”

“Are you okay?”

You speak at the same time. Your eyes widen at his question, and you think for a second that you look like a deer in headlights.

“Ah, yeah, I got a free evening so thought I’d come over,” he explains. “But maybe I should’ve waited for a response.”

“No it’s okay, I was just, thinking too much.” You don’t know what to say. He opens his arms and you fall into them, wrapping around you gently.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” He speaks softly into your hair.

“I think I’d cry again.”

“That’s okay, you’re allowed to cry.”

You take a deep breath hearing his words and you feel everything coming back.

“Hey, let’s get you somewhere comfy first, sofa or bed?” 

“Bed,” you mumble into his chest. He’s wearing a soft, black hoodie that smells just like him, the scent of his cologne faintly clinging to the material. With ease, he guides you to your bedroom, and you get into the safety of your covers. He excuses himself for a second, and leaves the room, returning a few minutes later with a few things. Your phone is one of them, your heart crying a little as you read his texts from earlier on the lock screen. He climbs into bed next to you and gets comfy. You keep him at a distance, thinking it would be better to put space between yourself. He insists on at least holding your hand.

“Okay, tell me everything.”

“I’m just feeling insecure. It’s stupid, but I can’t stop thinking about it. I feel like I don’t deserve any of this.” You begin to put it into words.

“This?” he asks, gently.

“You, Chan. I don’t deserve you, and I know I do, I know you’ll say I do, but my brain is so good at convincing me, and I don’t know how to get her to shut up. Like, I look in the mirror and I don’t understand why you love me, like look at you, you’re perfect, I’m not.” You see his eyebrows furrow but you don’t give him a chance to say anything.

“I just feel so fundamentally unlovable, which is stupid, but there’s just something in my head. And I’m so scared, I’m scared that I let you in fully, and get so comfortable with you, and one day you decide I’m too much, or not enough, or too weird, or too something, and you leave me for some stupid or shallow reason that I was a fool to think wouldn’t happen.” The tears are flowing now, not as hard as before but you wipe at them. You’re no longer looking at Chan, but down at your hands where your fingers are pulling threads from the bed sheets. 

“So I guess my head has just decided that you’re better off without me, and I want  to disagree so badly, but she’s so fucking convincing, Chan, I’m sorry.” You wipe at your tears roughly, but Chan quickly replaces your hands with his own, taking your face in his hands gently. His thumbs are wiping at the tears still slowly falling.

“Hey, it’s okay. Just breathe.” You do as he says, and your tears begin to slow down even more. 

“Can I say something?” Chan says after a minute. You nod, preparing for the worst.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

Your eyes look up and meet his, a look of sincerity in his own glassy eyes.

“I could never leave you, not as easy as you seem to think. No part of you could be too much or too little, or too anything for me. I love you. I love all of you. I love the parts of you I’ve seen, and I can’t wait to see the parts I haven’t seen yet so that I can love them too. I know this isn’t easy, I feel the same things sometimes, but you just have to believe me, and if you ever doubt me, I will fight you.” He ends with a chuckle. 

“Okay?” He runs his fingers through your hair gently. You nod, smiling.

“Also, who are you to decide who I love, hm?” he asks.

“An idiot,” you mumble, making him chuckle.

“I decide who I love, got it? I am choosing to love you.”

You nod your head, utterly defeated, and fall into his chest. He catches you swiftly, rubbing your back with one hand and petting your hair with the other. After a few minutes, you pop your head up to look at him. He looks at you questioningly.

“Be honest, how long were you here before I came out of the bathroom?”

“Oh, I, uh, think I heard most of it,” he says sheepishly. You groan, burying your face into his chest once more. You feel him laugh more than you hear it. 

“Thank you,” you say.

“For what?”

“I don’t know…” you trail off. “Loving me? Letting me cry? Being here? Something like that.” You play with one of his hoodie strings, avoiding his intense stare.

“Something like that,” he repeats quietly, half chuckling at your words. “Of course, I'd do all those things, I love you.”

“I love you too,” you say, finally looking up at him. He’s smiling at you, eyes soft. You lean up and press a kiss to his soft lips. He accepts it, indulging you for a few seconds until he pulls back. You’re about to pout but he catches you off guard by planting kiss after kiss on your face. Your cheeks, nose, forehead, and finally your mouth once more. You’re giggling by the time he’s done, and he pulls back, eyes sparkling. 

“Feeling any better?” he asks.

“No, I think I need one more.” You giggle up at him. He rolls his eyes but leans down, capturing your lips in a soft kiss that the both of you are smiling into. The kiss feels right, and for the first time in a little while, the voice in the back of your head is quiet.

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[rvblos]

౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆ gucci dinner (blurb)

warnings: SMUT, unprotected sex (be safe pls), slight degradation, sub!reader, soft!dom (kinda) jannik, public sex(?), i went crazy sorry. this is the nastiest shit ive ever written.

notes: im ovulating so bad im so sorry i just need him FUCKED YOU IN THE BATHROOM WHEN WE WENT TO DINNER

the dinner was fantastic and the venue was wonderful, each table had a bouquet of flowers in the center and candles were scattered everywhere, creating a relaxing and intimate atmosphere. your attention had been drawn by the background music coming from the speakers, forcing you to briefly disconnect from the conversation.

“i tried to save that game, i really did. but your boyfriend’s serve is just unbelievable, right?” taylor fritz’s voice came muffled to your ears, bringing yourself back to reality. “i’m so sorry, could you repeat that?” you tried to apologize for your rudeness and jannik, sitting next to you, laughed to himself. to warn him you gave him a small pat on the shoulder gaining another light laugh from him.

“i was just talking about how good your boyfriend is at tennis.” he laughed too, taking a sip of his wine nonchalantly. you chuckled at his words, relieving the tension. “what do you think?” he asked you, morgan’s eyes following you as you drunk from your own glass. “yeah, what do you think?” you boyfriend asked you repeating taylor’s words with a shit eating smirk on his face, his hands suddenly gripping the flesh of you upper thigh under your linen skirt.

you gulped, feeling him going upwards within every second and finally reaching the hem if your panties. “yeah, i think he’s very talented.” laughing, you tried to keep your cool, even if it was nearly impossible since his digits were now circling your skin, making you shiver under his touch and getting even closer to your core.

“would you excuse me for a second?” you tried to sound calm and relaxed, but it seemed so challenging just because his fingers were so close to your folds and you couldn’t believe that he was really doing it in front of taylor and morgan. “is everything alright?” the girl in front of you asked with a concerned expression on her face. you nodded “yeah, just need to go to the bathroom.” you smiled to reassure her and disappeared into the sea of people that were roaming around.

entering the small restroom you ran to the mirror only to find your cheeks redder than ever before. he really did make you blush. you rested your arms on the small sink in front of you, leaning your head against the glass and trying to regain control of your body, inhaling deeply and not wanting to let him win over you. but before you could even notice it, the door opened.

shit. that was it.

you didn’t turn, you could see his reflection in the mirror, his body leaning against the door and that same smirk on his face. “what are you doing here?” you scoffed, now facing him. he was looking at you hungrily, like he’d never seen you before, like it was his first time. “what’s up with this attitude?” he joked, closing the door behind him and reaching you slowly.

“what were you trying to do earlier?” that was a rethorical question, you both knew very well what he was doing and even better what he wanted to do. and you could see it in his eyes that he was having fun, he was enjoying it. “what do you think, huh?” he asked you back, his lips now almost touching yours, trapping you between the wall and his own body.

“we can’t.” you placed a hand right on his face as to stop him. “what did you told them anyway?” “that i needed to park the car or something, i don’t remember.” he sounded so calm and relaxed, you hated him when he acted like that.

“c’mon, ten minutes.” smiling boldly he begged you, taking a strand of your hair in his hand, twirling it over his fingers. he was towering over your body, looking down at you while his red hair fell beautifully on his face. one of his hands found place on your hip, caressing your flesh under your skirt’s material and sending shivers down your spine.

“five.” you finally gave in, rolling your eyes back at his insistence and demanding that single word like it was a sentence. you thought he didn’t want to lose any time with you, his hands were quick as they started to undress you, leaving your top fall onto the ground, followed by your skirt as well. his lips took place on your neck, kissing and biting your skin gently, leaving some red marks that would’ve been very evident once you were going to be back to the table.

where was the bold guy, unable to wait to touch his girlfriend now? it was like he was scared to touch you even knowing damn well that since you had such little time that he should’ve made the best of it. but there he was, taking his time with you, kissing your boiling skin as you two had an eternity of time. “jan…” you tried to say, panting for air when you felt him gently nibble at your earlobe. “they’re gonna get suspicious.” your panties suddenly slipped down, now resting between your knees. the sudden contact with the cold air made you shiver and your walls clenched around nothing, looking for some sort of relief.

you could feel the wetness between your legs starting to drip down but it was finally relieved when you felt him abruptly making his way into you. a scream of surprise almost escaped your lips, if he haven’t been so quick to cover your mouth with his hand. “shhhh.” he mumbled with a broken voice from the pleasure, his lips pressed onto you shoulder as he tried to be quiet as well.

he slowly moved out of you, only for slipping inside one more time to try and find his own pace. it was all so sloppy and slow it was making you see stars. the way he looked, holding your body in his arms against the wall, his bright green pupils staring right into yours as he fucked you and the unholy noises your bodies were making, parting just to reconnect once more.

jannik was giving you slow strokes, rolling his hips against yours as your nails claws all down his back, a soft and small moan escaping your lips. he groaned as he could practically hear the sloshing of the stretch deep in your cunt. “please” you managed to say between whimpers, your back on the cold marble of the wall. “what is it?” he asked you, cheeks so red from the effort that made him look so cute.

“faster… please.” it sounded like a question cause your voice was almost giving out. “fuuuck” he panted “you look s’pretty like this, doll.” his hands gripped the flesh of your legs to sustain you better, making you squirm under his touch. he was reaching spots you didn’t even know could be reached, and as he hit one in particular you whined so loud he had to warn you again.

“look at you, begging me for more when you didn’t even wanted to be fucked in the first place.” he made fun of you, knowing it turned you on even more; there was a hint of laughter in his voice when he suddenly felt your walls tightening around his cock. but his movements didn’t stop, not even for a second: his hips were rolling against yours harder than before and you knew you were close but when he twitched inside you, you felt you could cum in that very moment.

little tears of pleasure rested at the side of your eyes while you squeezed them shut. he placed a little kiss on your cheek before saying “i know you’re close, let it go.” with one final thrust you clenched so hard around him he almost whimpered out loud. you could feel your juices dripping down your tight but you couldn’t tell if they were yours or his, since he filled you up completely, like he always did.

“fuck, that was intense.” you whispered, breathing normally again. he chuckled taking his pants from the floor and giving you your skirt. “c’mon, you don’t want to miss dessert, do you?”

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[starhvney]

𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 ☆ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: dante, travis, vylad

𝐂𝐖: NSFW, sexual content and kinks, but nothing extreme or disturbing

𝐀/𝐍: happy fourth of july if anyone decides i need to be spayed after this please do it before the fireworks show thanx!!!! also sorry if this is incoherent i was lowkey going insane writing this lol

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑷𝑶𝑺𝑻 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑨𝑰𝑵𝑺 𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑻, 𝑰𝑭 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑨𝑹𝑬 𝑼𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑮𝑬 𝑶𝑹 𝑼𝑵𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑨𝑩𝑳𝑬 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑺𝑬𝑿𝑼𝑨𝑳 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑷𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑺𝑬 𝑫𝑵𝑰.

𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄 | mirror sex, cock warming, teasing, dirty talk

☆ normally not a day goes by without this man at least whispering something completely dirty in your ear, his hands wandering and grabby for whatever he can appropriately reach at the time. you two could be having a normal time chilling on the couch and all of a sudden you’re in his lap while he asks you to just “warm him up” for a bit.

“quit twitching so much.” dante chuckles in your ear, hands squeezing the fat of your hips that he holds securely in place. “i’m trying to watch the movie.”

he hasn’t let you budge a single bit since he had you sit down on his dick, trapping you and keeping you snug in his lap. the tv screen had been flashing light against your eyelids ever since you closed them a good while ago, whatever you both had been watching long gone from your mind.

“shut up.” you breathe, involuntarily fluttering around him as you try to shift your hips again. “that’s not what you’re trying to do and you know it.”

another huff of amused air rustles your hair as his hips shift under you, bringing a rather pathetic-sounding moan from your lips when he twitches inside of you.

“oh?” he coos at you, voice nothing if not full of mischief. “why don’t we go to the bedroom, then?”

☆ his teasing doesn’t end there. it never does. especially when you’re fixed so pretty on his lap, both of your forms reflected in the mirror he had been sure to fix right in front of your shared bed when you got it. 

“what’re you so embarrassed for? look right ahead, baby.”

you’d slap him if you didn’t feel so good right now, one of his hands circling and rubbing your clit while the other grabs onto your chin, forcing your head to look forward at your reflection.

even if you wanted to close your legs for some sort of reprieve from his touch you wouldn’t be able to. your legs have been hooked over his, feet trapped between his calves and the bed, leaving you completely at his mercy as he spreads you out on top of him.

your eyes meet his through the mirror and he looks like he could cum right there, his eyes rolling back for a second when he sees that breathless look on your face.

“holy shit you’re so hot.” he groans, pressing a sloppy kiss against your neck. 

☆ at a certain point he can’t even draw it out any longer, his own patience thinning out the closer you get to the edge. his arms find themselves wrapping tightly around your waist, giving him the momentum to completely lose himself in you. 

your hands have found their place on his thighs, fingers digging into his bare skin as you’re continuously lifted and dropped back down onto his cock. he doesn’t even flinch at the pinch of your nails against him, all of his focus on how good you both feel.

his shoulder has become the place for your head to fall back on, broken moans leaving your lips with every bounce on his lap. you’d already cum twice at this point, head dizzy as you watched your mixed release ring around the base of his shaft.

“so good, taking it all for me. you’re so tight.” he unabashedly moans into your ear, breaths hitting your ear as he shows no sign of stopping, even as your legs violently shake against his. “love makin’ you feel good.”

☆ even when you’re both spent, he doesn’t stop running his mouth, even if his words are slurred as both of you lay back on the sheets in exhaustion. 

“you were s’good. you’re so sexyyy-” he mutters against the side of your head, eyes dropping closed.

“dante, shut up.”

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐒 | face sitting, lingerie/cosplay/dress-up, noise play

☆ this dirty-minded man. you honestly should’ve expected it, with how much he drools over your ass and thighs any chance he gets. before he even gets any kind of pleasure from you, he begs for you to trap his face between your thighs.

“don’t be shy, babe, you’re not gonna hurt me.” he coaxes you, hands tugging you down as you hover over him. “please. i’ll make you feel so good, promise.”

nervously, you lower yourself on his face, your thighs feeling unbelievably soft as he presses them against his cheeks, pulling your core right over his lips.

immediately he goes all in, hands squeezing your ass, fully rolling your cunt onto his mouth as he begins to messily eat you out. 

☆ the noises he makes are downright pornographic, the mixes of his satisfied moans and the crude wet slurps of his tongue nearly enough to make the tightening in your abdomen snap. and with his eagerness, it’s hard to hold back. especially when he’s wanting you to be loud, too. 

“keeping making those noises f’me, hon.” he takes a breath, not caring how his face was covered in your juices or how his eyes were completely glazed over in lust as he looked up at you with those pleading eyes.

even if you were trying to stay quiet it’s impossible now, not with his determination to get your voice to echo off the walls. he’s curling his tongue in all the right places, shaking his head back and forth for his nose to brush just right against your clit.

when you try to pull away, the electric shock of pleasure growing to its peak, he pulls you right back in, having you ride it out while he relishes in the whines you make. his eyes are rolled back as he drinks up everything you give him, completely drunk on the way you taste.

☆ and when you add a skimpy little outfit or lingerie on top of all of that? oh, he’s going feral.

“you make me feel like such a perv.” he groans, one of his hands placed between your shoulder blades keeping you face down on the bed while the other pushes the tight nurse costume above your ass. “you knew this would turn me on, huh?”

the lace underneath that did anything but provide you modesty has him reeling, the hard-on straining against his pants borderline painful.

it’s only a minute later that he’s frantically driving himself into you, both of his hands gripping your ass and spreading you out to watch as you take him. 

“i already feel better, nurse. this treatment is just for me, right? cause i’m your favorite?”

…he used to be a theater guy, so it’s a given he’d be getting a little into it.

☆ he clings to you afterward, resting his head on your chest and hands resting on your hips, a position that was totally and completely unrelated to the activities you were just up to.

“…can you dress up like a maid next time?” he mutters into your boobs, and you can feel the perverted smile curving on his lips. 

that earns a harsh slap to his back.

𝐕𝐘𝐋𝐀𝐃 | soft sex, praise, pampering/babying, body worship

☆ it’s sickeningly sweet, how vylad handles you in bed. honeyed words leave his lips as soon as the clothes are stripped from your body.

you’re not sure if you should be turned on, fall asleep, or start crying at the gentle caresses that ghosted along your skin. vylad’s lips pepper sweet kisses against your neck, sending warm shockwaves across your whole nervous system.

“you’re so beautiful.” he murmurs, fingers traveling between your thighs, coaxing your folds open.

he works one finger in, massaging you open before adding another finger, then another. he doesn’t stop the path of his lips against you either, his kisses lining your jaw and nearing your ear. 

“there you go, just relax for me. i’m gonna take care of you. don’t worry your pretty little head about anything else.”

☆ and it’s true. you don’t even have to think, your mind only dizzily swirling with thoughts of vylad and how good you felt as he took the lead.

it’s like you were drunk, thoughts incoherent while vylad’s slow pace melted and churned your insides. your vision was blurred and crossed every time you opened your eyes, so you settle on completely letting yourself turn brain-dead.

“you're doing so well for me.. good girl.” he whispers, voice softer than the pillows you laid on.

whatever chance you had at being anything other than putty in his hands flies straight out the window.

he rocks into you at a slow pace, dragging himself out to the head before pushing in all the way back down to the hilt. every time he drove himself back in he managed to hit that perfect spot, sending your eyes to the back of your head and shockwaves up your spine. 

throughout it all his words stay just as steady as his pace, his voice soft and quiet in your ear. 

“does it feel good when i do that?”

“look at you… so sweet.”

“you’re so perfect, you know that?”

☆ he’s so overwhelmingly loving to you, it almost makes you want to shy away. especially with how his eyes linger on every part of you. from the expressions you make to how your chest softly bounces with every thrust, down to where your waist curves and your bodies meet. he won’t let you hide from him, though.

vylad’s hands laced with yours, pinning them both by your head and leaving you completely vulnerable to him.

“you’re so beautiful. right now and all the time.” he whispers, eyes unashamedly tracing across every curve and line of your skin, taking in every feature of your face.

“if only you could see the way you look right now.”

☆ after you’re both done his praise doesn’t stop, even as the pleasure slurs his words together and has him pressing his weight onto you.

“so good. you feel so good.” he sighs, hips and chest flush with yours. his face is tucked in the crook of your neck, heavy breaths leaving goosebumps against your sweaty skin.

“my girl. you did so well for me.”

©starhvney, 2024. please do not steal or repost my works as your own.

[wildernessuntothemselves]

Jealousy, Jealousy... | Part 7

A/N: don't even have a summary for this. oc is in love with gyu and gyu is in love with another girl but both are virgin losers and gyu is a horndog who would let oc do what she wants to him just as long as he gets to cum.

Word count: 9.8k

Genre: Smut, angst, fluff

Warnings: fem!reader, dom!reader kinda, riding, blowjob, power play, descriptions of a horror movie, inaccurate portrayal of photographers and creative directors, lots of cute moments

You’re on set with the boys shooting promotional pictures for one of their new songs that Yeonjun insisted you'd be perfect for given your affinity for all things horror. It’s called Frost and the concept for the shoot is supposed to portray guys who are hearing voices in their heads trying to drive them mad and they are attempting to fight against them before ultimately succumbing to them, and so you’re doing shots of them getting swayed by the voices contrasting with others where they express fear about what’s happening to them. 

Surprisingly all the boys suit the concept well, even sweet Hyuka was doing a remarkably good job. He was doing this manic laugh and shooting you evil looks that come out really well in the pictures. 

“Wow, Hyuka. These are really awesome shots.” You say, showing him the camera and he laughs. “You sound surprised.”

“I actually am. I didn’t know you had it in you.”

“Well, you know I’m full of surprises, baby.” He winks, flustering you. Who the hell knew he had it in him?

“Don’t flirt with my girlfriend.” Yeonjun scolds, playfully smacking him.  

“I’m just messing with her. You should’ve seen the look on her face.” Hyuka laughs his piercing laugh, as mischievous as ever, and you give him an indignant chuckle. “You little shit!” 

You raise your hand into a fist, pretending to threaten him, and he bolts, yelling a panicked bye over his shoulder. You shake your head, staring at his retreating form with fondness. 

You’re already done with Soobin and Taehyun’s shots, both of whom did really well too, but your favorite so far you have to say is Taehyun’s. The contact lenses you have him wear coupled with his naturally very intense gaze makes it so he doesn’t need to do much to come off as intimidating. 

“Is it my turn yet?” Yeonjun asks, kissing your temple. 

“No, baby, I’ve saved the best for last.” You coo, never missing an opportunity to compliment him, just so you can see the shy, pleased smile on his face, and he gives you just that. “Beomgyu is next.” 

“Oh, are you going to be okay?” His smile falls and concern replaces it instead, making you roll your eyes. “He’s not going to eat me.” 

“No, but I’m worried about you. You haven’t really talked to him for a while. Do you want me to come oversee the shoot?”

You kinda do. You are just acting strong for him. Fake it till you make it, right? He can’t hold your hand forever. “Don’t be silly. I know you’re starving. Go eat something and I’ll call you when we’re done.” 

“But–” He’s interrupted by his own stomach growling and you laugh, leaning up to kiss him. “Go eat, baby.” 

“Okay. I’ll be thinking of you.” He shouts as he leaves, bringing his hands together across his chest and mimicking a heart beating. 

You laugh again at his antics, but quickly stop when your gaze lands on Beomgyu. He’s sitting by himself on one of the chairs, eyes glued to his phone and blocking everything else out. You walk towards him, clearing your throat. “Beomgyu. It’s your turn.” 

He sighs, pocketing his phone and following you silently. You show him where he needs to stand before getting behind the camera. 

“Beomgyu, I want you to lean onto the mirror and look into it, smiling menacingly as if you’re taunting your reflection. We’ll do another one after that of you looking terrified as if you’re trapped in the mirror. So you should play off that. Got it?” 

He nods, resting his arm above the mirror and leaning forward, staring at himself with a smile.

“Okay, that’s not really what I’m going for. I’m not feeling any chills. I want a piercing gaze and a crazed smile. Try to have your mouth open as if you’re panting, like you’ve just won a fight. Don’t furrow your eyebrows and don’t tense up your shoulders.” 

Beomgyu tries again, leaning his head down so he’s glaring up at the mirror and puts on a lopsided smirk. But you’re still not feeling it. 

“You’re putting on an act, Beomgyu. I can see you thinking. I want you to really believe it. Wait.” You walk towards him, reaching up to fix his hair in the way you want. Or more like make it more messy and unhinged. “Let’s just push this over your eyes like this…”

You’re so used to doing this, you don’t even think about it, messing with his hair and making his makeup more smudged, streaking his eyeshadow here and blotting his lipstick there. It’s only when you’re done and realize he has been staring at you that you quickly step back. “There, all good.”

You try again and again with him, but none of the pictures come out like what you had in mind. You don’t get it. He’s usually much better than this. You’ve done plenty of shoots with him before, and he has never given you this much trouble. You keep trying to instruct him but his head doesn’t seem to be in it, too distracted by something else. 

Normally, you’d ask him what he’s thinking about that got him so out of it but you don’t think you can. Things are too awkward for you and him right now and you’re not sure if opening that can of worms here is the best idea, which all just makes you even more frustrated.

“Beomgyu, the concept is mad not sad.” You sigh, annoyed after what must be the hundredth bad shot. 

“Well, maybe if you gave better directions I would know what to do.” He snaps back, irritating you further. Beomgyu has never criticized your skills before and you don’t exactly take it well, the remark hurting more that it’s coming from him. He has always been a wall of unbending support for you so for him to call you out like this causes cracks in the very foundation of your sense of self worth. 

“If my direction was bad then how come all the others had no problem following it?” You hiss, getting defensive to cover the cracks up, but you quickly back down when you see him opening his mouth to retaliate. You’re not going to get into it with Beomgyu right now. You’re at work. You can’t ruin this for yourself. 

“Forget it. You’ve already wasted so much time. I’ll get around to you later.” You shut him down and walk off, not giving him the chance to argue. 

Were you being short with him? Maybe, but you’ve wanted an opportunity like this for a long time and you were doing so well before him. You need to prove yourself. The boys are gaining more attention every day and this shoot could be really good for your career.

You also have a more personal reason to be snappy with him. After all, he has been avoiding you ever since you’ve admitted that you’ve slept the night with Yeonjun and you’re fucking bitter about that. You don’t understand why he’s acting this way and it’s driving you up the wall. You can take the pain of him not loving you back. You can take the pain of him getting angry at you for stupid reasons. But to ignore you? That you can't bear. 

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“Yeonjun, I need you to look more sharp. I want you to look at the camera as if you’re going to devour it. Don’t look so sweet. And move your right arm up like this.” You instruct him and he follows your lead flawlessly, so different from Beomgyu, and it slowly eases your nerves and allows you to get back in the mood. 

“Good. Keep your head down and look up at the camera with your eyes. Smile a little, no, not too much. We want you to look crazy, but not funny crazy.” 

He laughs at that, offended. “Hey!” 

You snap a couple of pictures of him laughing. You know, just for your own personal collection. “Sorry, babe. There is such a thing as overdoing it.” 

He pouts, acting sulky, and you take pictures of that too. 

“What are you doing?” He raises an eyebrow and you blush. “Doing my job?”

“Those pictures would never make it as promotional pictures and you know it.” He calls your bluff and you shrug. “They can make it as my lock screen though.” 

“I knew it. You’re so down bad for me.” He laughs and you scowl at him. “Shut up. Be professional.” You demand as if you weren’t using paid time to take pictures of your boyfriend for your own personal use. 

“Yes, ma’am.” He salutes you, “Do you think I could play the song on my phone? It might help me get more into the character.” 

“Sure, if you think it will help.” 

He pulls out his phone and plays the song, closing his eyes for a second like he does before doing a dance routine, Kai’s manic laugh from the song ringing around the room before Yeonjun opens his eyes and looks at you, completely transforming in front of you. 

“That’s really good. Keep going.” You encourage. You don’t even have to give him much direction after that, he does it on his own. You just give little modifications here and there but he’s embodying this concept so well by himself. 

“Really lost my mind. Really, really, really lost it.” He mouths the words, pressing two fingers to his head in a trigger motion before rolling his head around. 

“Remember to look at the camera, baby. Not all the time, I want some shots of you looking away so it seems I’ve caught you in the middle of it.” You keep shooting him, getting in different positions and angles to get the best shots as he gets into the music, channeling the darkness of it through him. 

“Now, I want you to snap out of it. Look around as if you’re trying to find the source of the voice.” You instruct and he does it as if a switch had been flipped. He has such a talent for this. “Grab your head and stumble around a bit as if you’re losing your balance. Good.” 

“Now look at the camera.” He looks up at you, eyes wide and filled with fear. You take a few shots before you lower the camera down. “Wow, baby, you did amazing. You’re such a good model.” You praise him and he gives you a lovely smile, completely changing his vibe once again and turning into the sweet boy that only you get to see. 

You smirk, grabbing his chin and making him look at you. “Does someone like being told he’s a good boy?” 

His breath hitches and his smile falls. Shit. You forgot that this is Yeonjun, not Beomgyu. He’s probably not into this. You let go of his chin and step away, an apology on your tongue, but he pulls you back, kissing you. “I do like it. Maybe when we’re done you can show me how much of a good boy I am?” 

Relief soothes your racing heart and you reach up to run your hand through his hair, tugging on the bright orange mess. “Only if you behave.” You brush your lips over his neck, making him shiver. 

“Guys, really? We have children present.” Soobin complains, pointing to Kai. 

“Hey, I’m not a child!” Kai protests in turn, “But I’ll agree to act like a child if it will get those two to stop. Seriously you’re worse than Beomgyu and Haeun." 

That last remark makes your face drop real quick. You're lucky Haeun was too busy to come to the shoot today. With how stressed you are, you might've snapped at her and Beomgyu and made a huge scene. You already almost did it with Beomgyu. You’re sure if she was here, you would’ve lost your cool.  

“Sorry, guys.” You step away from Yeonjun, clearing your throat. You look at Beomgyu to see him staring right at you and Yeonjun, and if looks could kill, you and Yeonjun would be dead now… wait that’s it! That’s the look you want from him. 

“Beomgyu, come with me. I think we can do your shots now.” You motion to him quickly, and Yeonjun gives you a confused look. 

“He’s got the look I want from him. Be right back.” You explain to Yeonjun, getting up on your toes and giving him a quick kiss, partly because you love kissing Yeonjun’s plump lips and partly to annoy Beomgyu further and get him more mad in order to get the pictures you want. 

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Things go much more smoothly this time. Beomgyu was giving you just the look you wanted, glaring at you like he actually wants to pounce on you. It’s great for the shoot, but bad for your heart.

“Now give me a smile.” You say and his lips move ever so slightly, shaped into a weird distorted smile that is so tense, it looks like it might snap into a snarl any second now. It’s the exact vibe you were going for and you didn’t even have to instruct him to do it. It was almost too spot on. 

“Perfect. Now grab your neck as if you’re trying to claw something out, like you can’t breathe.” Even that he does perfectly, fingers digging into his neck as if he’s not worried about his well-being at all. He’s doing it so well that you only take a few snaps before stepping in to quickly stop him. 

“Okay, that’s enough. We’re done here.” You can’t help but walk towards him, pulling his hand off his neck and inspecting the little marks he made there, smoothing your thumb over them as if you could make them go away. 

“What, I don’t get a good boy?” He asks and you snap out of your worried daze, stepping back. 

“Beomgyu…” You warn, annoyed at yourself for slipping. “Don’t start now.” 

“I guess he’s your muse now.” He mutters, looking away, and you follow his gaze to see Yeonjun looking at you. 

Is he? Yeonjun is a natural model–he has proven that today–while Beomgyu requires more prompting. Yeonjun is intense and chic while Beomgyu is ethereal and melancholic.They’re completely different from one another. Can you really compare them? 

You guess that’s a lie. Yeonjun can embody whatever concept you give him, but Beomgyu inspires you to make new concepts. He’ll always be your muse. 

You don’t tell him that though. It would only cause trouble. Instead, you deflect, “We need to do the group shoot now.”

You gather all the boys in one spot, posing them every which way you want, instructing them on where to look, how to stand and what expression to make. It’s a bit overwhelming making sure that they all look good at once, but you’ll have to get used to this if you wanna make a career out of it. 

You’re almost done with the shoot and you’re so proud of how all of you have done so far. You just need a couple more pictures and that’s it.  

“Soobin, look to the side and tilt your head a little to the right. No more. More. A little less. Yes, perfect! The rest of you stay like you are.” You take a few pictures like this, before you call out again, “Baby, look at the camera” 

When you say that, both Yeonjun and Beomgyu turn their heads to face you, and an awkward moment of silence passes before you stutter, “Yeonjun… I mean. Look at the camera, Yeonjun.”

“Awkward…” Hyuka sings and Taehyun elbows him in the stomach. 

You brush right past it, pretending that it didn’t even happen. Though your stammering and blushing doesn’t fool anyone. Thankfully though, it’s all over soon. 

“Okay, boys, that’s it. We’re done!” You cheer, exhausted but happy and confident that you’ve gotten all the pictures you needed. “Anyone want to see some of the photos?” 

They all gather to look at them with varying degrees of enthusiasm. As you scroll through the pictures, they oh and ah at their own shots while making fun of the others for any awkward ones. You expected nothing less from them. 

“Hey, how come your boyfriend got all the best shots?” Soobin grumbles, and you roll your eyes. “He got all the good shots because he posed the best out of all of you.” 

“Bullshit.” Taehyun interjects and Hyuka agrees, “Nepotism is what it is.” 

“Shut up, Kai. That’s not even what nepotism means.” 

“Oh yeah, then how come you gave him the best set and accessories?” He challenges and Yeonjun wraps his arm around you, “So what if she favors me? Are any of you giving it to her good every night? I don’t think so.” Yeonjun boasts, making you blush deeply. 

Whatever reply you were going to make gets cut off by Beomgyu slamming his drink down and storming off. 

“Someone’s in a pissy mood.” Taehyun mutters and Kai adds, “Probably pissed off that all the good shots went to the photographer’s boyfriend.” 

“Drop it, Kai.” Yeonjun snaps and the younger guy raises his hands up in surrender. 

“Ignore them, baby. I think all the shots are stunning.” Yeonjun says, holding you.

“You really think so?” 

He nods, rubbing your arms soothingly, before grinning. “But mine are the best, of course.” 

“You’re all assholes.” You grumble, pushing him away but inside you’re thankful he diffused the awkward situation. 

“Let me make it up to you. You wanna grab something to eat? I’ll buy you your favorite fried crap.” He offers and you clap, excited. “Oh, yum!" 

“Can I come too, baby?” Kai asks, making kissy faces at you before running away as Yeonjun takes off his shoe and throws it at him. 

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“Junnie?” You call out and he blinks, looking up at you. “Are you okay? You’ve been quiet for a while now.” 

“I’m just a bit worried.” He sighs, making you frown. “About what?”

“I think we’re really close to being signed. We’re having promising talks with a couple of record companies and the whole process is really stressed out.” 

“But isn’t it a good thing?” You ask, confused. Didn’t the boys want to be signed for a long time? Is he having second thoughts? 

“It is, but we all know the stories of artists getting scammed by companies and having their masters stolen, or having their creativity stifled by the execs, or losing their sound… as the front man I really wanna make sure to do this right. I don’t want to let my members down.” 

“Oh, Junnie, I know you’ll do your best.” You reach out to grab his hand, squeezing in comfortingly. He’s such a good hyung to his members, always so reliable and trying to make everything easier for them so they don’t have to stress like him. “But you can’t put all of this on your shoulders only. The boys need to contribute to the decision too. After all, it’s their future too.”

“I know but it really bums them out thinking about all this. They’re here for the music, you know? Not the corporate dance.” 

“Neither are you. They’re big boys. They can handle it. They need to do this too. They need to take on part of the responsibility.” Your hand moves up his arm, stroking it. It’s not fair for him to take on all this burden by himself. Besides, it’s not good in the long run. The boys need to make a joint decision or conflict and blame could arise later. ��I can’t have you losing your hair over this. I don’t really like bald guys.” 

Yeonjun gives you a betrayed look. “Hey! Are you saying you won’t be with me if I was bald?” 

“That’s exactly what I’m saying.” You confirm and he scoffs, pretending to be offended. “You’re so fake.” 

“Probably. But I took your mind off it for a second there.” You tease, using the same trick he used on you when you were crying. 

“I think you’re gonna need to do a lot more to take my mind off it.” He tells you suggestively and you roll your eyes. 

“Eat your heart attack-inducing food first, then we’ll talk.” 

He grabs a drumstick and bites off a piece of it like he’s in a cartoon, making you burst out laughing. 

"You know what I noticed?" He asks after chewing his food, and you hum in acknowledgement, prompting him to go on, "Your style has changed since we've started dating. It's become edgier and more trendy. If I didn't know any better I'd say you were trying to impress me."

You blush, feeling caught. "Good thing you know better then."

"Well, since I know better, I won't say that I would find it really cute if you were trying to impress me or that it would make me feel really special."

"Well, if I were doing it to impress you, it would be because you're really special.” You say sincerely, looking him right in the eyes, before shrugging, “Luckily, this is all hypothetical." 

You continue to stare at him as he laughs. 

“What?” He asks, and you tell him, "You're doing it again." 

"Doing what?" He gives you a confused look. 

"Laughing in that adorable way that makes your nose scrunch up and makes me wanna tackle you to the ground and kiss you all over your stupid face." 

What happens next is so groundbreaking, you almost can't believe your eyes. You actually make him blush. And your stupid heart that has been beating non-stop for Beomgyu, falters in its incessant pace a second to let Yeonjun in. 

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It’s going good with Yeonjun. Despite the flirty and confident persona he portrays for his fans, behind closed doors he’s shown you many sweet and shy moments. He’s attentive to you despite how busy he is with his career and his clear passion for music. And he’s really, really sexy. 

Yes, his flirtiness can make you feel insecure sometimes and it does make you wonder if he’ll get sick of you one day and jump to someone prettier and new like guys in a band so often do, but you think you could overcome that feeling with time. You’re just being insecure. It’s part of his job. He’s not actually this cocky playboy. He has to act that way to bring in the fans.

Except he kind of is a playboy. He has dated many other girls before you and he has broken up with all of them. Who is to say that that won’t happen to you too soon? Who knows when he’ll get sick of you? Maybe he’s just waiting to scope out his next girlfriend before breaking up with you. 

No, you’re being paranoid. He’s just entertaining his fans. It means nothing. Just because he dated a lot before you, doesn’t mean you’re just another notch on his belt. This doesn’t mean anything, especially not his innocuous interactions with his fans. 

Yeah, you’re not bothered at all watching him deliver not-so-subtle pick up lines to his horde of fangirls and watching them giggle and swoon over him. You don’t care that he lets them touch him and hug him. You don’t even notice the panties they throw on stage for him or that they ask him to sign their bras. It’s all good. 

“You okay, doll?” Yeonjun throws his arm around you, nudging you. 

“Yeah, I’m fine. Don’t let me keep you from your girlfriends.” You mutter, pushing his arm off, and storming off. Okay, maybe you are a little bothered.

You hear footsteps behind you and quicken your pace but he catches up to you eventually. Damn his long legs. “Hey, hey, what was all that about?”

“This may come as a shock to you but I don’t exactly enjoy you flirting with other women.” You grit, your anger bubbling up in your stomach and forming acid around your bitter words. 

“You know I’m just doing my job.” He defends himself and you scoff. “Your job is singing. Not getting their panties wet.” 

“That is still part of the job. You think all those successful bands don’t get where they are by appealing to the fangirls? You really think it’s just about the music?” He may have a point but that doesn’t make you feel any better about his behavior. At the end of the day he is still acting inappropriately around girls who aren’t his girlfriend.  “No, you’re right. I’m sorry. Want me to go invite some of them back to your room for some quality fanservice?” 

He laughs at that, and it’s far from the sweet laugh you adore. “You have no right to act jealous. Not when I have to watch you everyday staring longingly at your best friend. Your best friend who you live with and have messed around with before by the way. How do I know you won’t fall to your knees the moment he asks you to suck him off?”

"Fuck you, Yeonjun." You tear up at the unexpected attack, and turn around to leave. You can't believe he is throwing this in your face. 

“Wait. I’m sorry.” He holds you back, brushing your hair away from your face and seeing the tears budding in your eyes. “I don’t mean to be an asshole. I know you don’t like the way I act but it’s my job. My livelihood depends on it. I’m not doing it just for fun. You know that.” 

You look away, conflicted. Yes, you do know but that doesn’t make it suck any less. “Do you have to let it go that far though?” You pout, images of your boyfriend with his arm around random girls or letting them touch his face or hold his hand flashing behind your eyelids. 

“I will try to tone it down.” He concedes and you finally look at him. “No letting them kiss you?” 

“No.”

“No sexual innuendos?” 

“No.”

“No signing their bras?” 

“So just their breasts?” 

You go to leave but he pulls you back flush against his body. “I’m kidding.” He kisses you and you reluctantly let yourself fall into the kiss. God, why do you pick the hardest boys to love? 

Speaking of which…

“And I’m sorry for what I said about Beomgyu. I trust in you not to do that just as you trust in me not to cheat. But I’m not sorry about the part where I don’t like you living together.”

“What?” Your frown. What is he trying to say? 

“You’re in love with the guy. Living with him won’t allow you to move on. You need to move away from him to let us move on.” He clarifies, not really making it easier for your brain to compute. 

“Oh."

"We can never move forward in our relationship if you're holding onto him." He presses, seeing your resistance to his words. “Come live with me. Leave whatever this thing you have with him in the past and take the next step with me.” 

"But he's my best friend. We promised each other we'd stay together." You say as if that means anything to him, and the look he gives you is what an adult would give to a naive child thinking their family pet really went to live on a farm. "Are you going to live together even when both of you are married?"

"No. But it's too fast. He's so freaked out about everything changing. This is gonna send him into a breakdown." You resist still, maybe because some of what you’re saying applies to you too. You’re not sure if you’re ready to do this. 

"Don't you think that's a little weird?” Yeonjun challenges your statement, forcing you to examine your unusual situation with Beomgyu for the first time. “You two have an unhealthy attachment to each other. You’re not together and believe me no boyfriend or girlfriend is gonna tolerate how you two are acting. I know I can't."

But you can’t think about it too deeply right now, not on the spot like this, not when there is a plain threat in his words. "Are you giving me an ultimatum?"

"No. I'm just asking you to set some boundaries." 

Is that the same thing? You sigh. "Can you… just give me some time to think it through?"

Yeonjun doesn’t like that. "You know I'm right."

"Please." 

What he’s asking you is huge. With how Beomgyu isn’t talking to you, moving out of the apartment might spell complete doom to your friendship, and you don’t know if you are ready to risk that yet. Maybe you can work it out while still living with Beomgyu. Maybe you can find a way to move forward with Yeonjun while still retaining your friendship with Beomgyu. 

"Fine." Yeonjun backs down for now, but this is clearly not the end of it. 

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When you get home, you find a strange surprise waiting for you… A pillow fort?

"What's this?" You ask Beomgyu suspiciously and he beams at you, pulling you towards the structure he made. "Come on in. Come on in!"

You let him take you inside with him, seeing it lined with pillows and soft fuzzy blankets and all kinds of snacks you could ever need. The only light illuminating the inside coming from the small laptop filled with movies for you to watch. 

"What's all this for?" You ask, very confused at the sudden change in his attitude. What has gotten into him? 

"Well, I know I've been an ass–"

You don't mean to snort but you can’t help it–interrupting him–and he shoots you glare, albeit a playful one. 

"I know I've been an asshole," He repeats, not deterred. "But I was worried about what Yeonjun was gonna do to you and I was frustrated you weren’t listening to me. I’ve seen him blow through girlfriends many times before–maybe not in a way that is meant to intentionally hurt them but he just doesn’t seem to be ready for something serious yet. It always seemed like the girls were way more into him than he was into them and that eventually leads to the relationship breaking down and the girls getting hurt and I didn’t want that to happen to you. I didn’t want you to get hurt like that.” 

His words echo your own doubts. You’ve been wondering about this exact yourself. Yeonjun is great. He’s fun and sweet and he makes you smile, but if you let yourself fall for him, will he be able to love you too? 

Is that even a fair question to ask? Doesn’t everyone go into relationships not knowing if the other person will end up liking them the same amount? And can you really be the one wondering about this when you’re the one in love with your best friend? 

You don’t say anything though, just letting Beomgyu continue, curious about where he is going with this. “But in my attempt to try to prevent that I've stupidly gone and hurt you myself. I got angry and vindictive and I lost sight of what I was trying to do… I also was being selfish because I didn’t want to lose you to him. I’m so used to it just being the two of us and it made me a little jealous that suddenly he’s taking all your time and attention. I used to be your number one guy.” 

You look at his pout, trying miserably to fight down the tears his words are springing up. He is still your number one. That’s the problem. 

“You said all of this already.” You say quietly, looking down and trying to hide your glossy eyes from him. 

“I know, but what I didn’t say is that I don't know if Yeonjun will stay like this forever or if he's going to break your heart and force me to cut his balls off, but I wanna be there regardless.” He proclaims, sounding exactly like the best friend you terribly missed, the obvious joke not taking away from the seriousness of what he’s saying. “I don’t want to lose you over this. I want us to go back to how we were before all this mess. Do you think we can do that?" 

You look up at him, his pretty face shimmering and swimming around in your tearful vision, making his already ethereal features appear celestial. He looks at you as if you could ever deny his request. How can you ever say no to him? 

"Yes, Beommie." You finally say, letting the tears fall. 

"Hey, hey…" He coos, grabbing your face and kissing your tears away. "Don't cry. You know seeing you cry will just make me cry too." 

“I can’t help it. I missed you, you idiot.” You wail, and he pulls you into his arms, rocking you back and forth and rubbing soothing circles on your back. 

“I missed you too. So much. You don’t even know.” You hear his voice falter and you know he’s crying too. 

You stay there for a while–you don’t know how long–until you and him have calmed down enough to be able to string together words again. He’s the first to pull back, but only so he can look you in the eyes. 

“You look so pretty when you cry.” He whispers, wiping your tears away and you cover the way your heart skips a beat at that with a cough, pushing him away to give yourself room to breathe in something that isn’t him. 

“Shut up.” You mumble, wiping your tears away with your sleeve before looking around awkwardly, trying to change the subject. “So what movies do you have for us?"

Thankfully, Beomgyu follows your lead. "Top gun of course!' 

You groan. 

"I'm kidding. I'm kidding. I got you one of those foreign horror movies you love so much." He shows you that he chose a French movie called Martyrs. 

"Aw, you really do love me." You exclaim, covering your heart with your hand.

“I know. I’m an idiot, aren’t I?” He mutters, sitting down and motioning for you to do the same. You sit down next to him, leaving a small gap between you. 

“Hey, what are you doing?” He asks, and you look at him in confusion. He rolls his eyes and opens his arms to you. “You can’t have Movies and Cuddles Monday without the cuddles.” 

You hesitate for a second, wondering if you really should do this. Is this too intimate? Would this be considered cheating on Yeonjun?

No, you’re being ridiculous. People cuddle with their best friends all the time. You can do that. 

“Right.” You get into his embrace, and he holds in in both arms. 

“Okay, let’s start the massacre.” 

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“I think I’m gonna throw up.” Beomgyu groans, burying his face in your neck as screen shows the main lead being flayed alive. 

“Well, don’t do it on me!” You squeak, trying to pull away to hide the goosebumps that have erupted on your skin when his lips brush against you, but he’s holding onto you too tightly.  “Don’t go. You made me see this. I’m traumatized.” 

“You’re the one who picked the movie.” 

“Because I wanted to satisfy your blood thirst.” He mumbles and you laugh. “I don’t even like gore. I prefer the subtly creepy.” 

“Yeah like that game you like where the character takes a pill and entrails fall from the sky.” 

“Hey, entrails can be subtle.” You grumble, relaxing back in his arms. “Now shut up. I wanna see the ending.” 

Beomgyu sits in silence, holding onto you tightly as the character called Mademoiselle leans over the flayed woman to hear what she has to say after achieving martyrdom. You watch with bated breath, not feeling any of the anxiety you’re supposed to feel as the cult members ask the Mademoiselle what the main character told her–too relaxed with the way Beomgyu massages your scalp with his fingers. If you were a cat, you’d be purring right now. 

Even Beomgyu keeps his mouth shut as the Mademoiselle grabs a gun and shoots herself, taking the secret with her to the grave–the both of you seeming to be in a trance. It’s only when the credits roll does he speak up. 

“I can’t believe they didn’t tell us the secret to the afterlife.” Beomgyu complains softly, not making any move to disentangle you from his arms,and neither do you.

“Yeah right, like they would tell us the secret to the afterlife.” You snort at your naive friend, “Besides the movie isn’t about that.”

“Yeah, and what is it about, genius?” He challenges. 

“Um, it’s clearly about the exploitation of the working class so the rich can achieve knowledge and even more power–no it’s about the exploitation of women of the working class.” 

“You just pulled that out of your ass.” 

“Maybe. But that could be right.” You shrug, your shoulder once again brushing against his lips. “Do you have a better theory, idiot?” 

“Yeah, my theory is that the director just wanted to make the most disgusting movie possible and made up this whole martyrdom story to justify the torture inflicted on the characters, and that’s why he couldn’t come up with an actual answer to what happens after death.” 

“Maybe that’s the point. We were never meant to know the answer. Knowing the answer renders life and its struggles meaningless. That’s why the Mademoiselle killed herself.” 

“Or maybe Anna told her a lie that she knew would fuck her up and get her to kill herself. Perfect revenge.” 

“That doesn’t make sense. At the start of the movie we see that when Lucy got revenge on one of the families, it still wouldn’t make her guilt go away so clearly the movie views revenge as a non-viable option.” 

“Hey, when did you become so smart? I thought Movies and Cuddles Monday was supposed to be about mindless consumption of media and making stupid jokes about plots we’re not smart enough to comprehend.” He looks at you in suspicion and you meekly answer, “I may possibly have started reading some books–”

He gasps. “Books? Dear lord, save us.” 

“You’re just worried you’ll stay the only dumb one.” You poke his nose teasingly and he tries to bite your finger, making you withdraw it with a giggle. 

“Doesn’t matter. Smarts are for ugly people. I’m too pretty.” 

You smile fondly. “Yes, you are.” 

He wraps his arms around you even tighter, letting out a small contented hum as the credits roll, neither of you moving to start another movie or turn off the computer. How can you when it makes you feel so safe and content, like you could want for nothing else in the world as he strokes your hair with one hand and your arm with the other.  

Every emotion you've been working so hard to smother comes roaring back. And you realize that you and Beomgyu are not just friends. Probably can never be just friends. This is why Yeonjun insisted you move out. You can't be this close to Beomgyu without falling back into your old habits. If you wanna give Yeonjun an honest chance, you need to get some space. 

“Beomgyu… do you ever think about living with Haeun?” 

He frowns. “Why? Did she say anything to you?” You almost laugh at his look of terror. Almost. If you weren’t so terrified of what you have to say to him.

"Yeah she told me on one of our weekly get togethers." You snort, then hesitate. “It’s just… Yeonjun wants me to move in with him.” 

He pulls away from you, face hardening, and your body is suddenly left defenseless against the cold chill in the air. "What did you tell him?"

You want to tell him that you said No. You want him to take you back in his arms. Even if he doesn’t love you back, this can be enough for you, right?  "I said I'd think about it."

"Think about what? This is way too soon. You can't just move in with him. What if you break up? Then you'd be left homeless because you were so stupid as to move in with a guy you've only been dating a few months." 

His anger is like lashings to your cold skin. Why does he keep doing this to you, making you let your guard down before attacking you once more? Does he not know how hard this is for you too? "Beomgyu, you said you weren't going to be an asshole anymore." 

"I just don't understand why you'd do something like that." His frustration is palpable. He is looking at you as if you’re just doing this to hurt him. 

"Because Yeonjun doesn't like me living with you after we messed around."

You shouldn't have said that. That just makes him angrier. "And you’re just going to do whatever he tells you to do? Are you one of those girls who does everything her boyfriend tells her?"

His accusation pisses you off. He’s treating you like you’ve committed a crime for wanting to move forward with your boyfriend. "No, but he has a right to be weirded out by us living together. I know I wouldn't be happy about him living with a girl he hooked up with."

"Oh yeah, and what's next? He's too weirded out by us hanging out? Talking? Looking at each other?" 

"You're being overdramatic."

"Am I?" He shouts, “This is why I didn’t want you to date him. He is taking you from me.”

The fucking audacity for him to say this as if he hasn’t been terrible to you ever since you started even expressing interest in Yeonjun. This would never have happened if he had been an actual goddamn friend to you. 

“He isn’t taking me from you. You’re pushing me away.” 

“You know he’s only going to hurt you?” He says, hitting you right where it hurts. It’s one thing for you to doubt your relationship with Yeonjun, but it’s another thing entirely for your friend and his to keep telling you that it’s never gonna last. 

Does he really have no faith in you? Does he not think you’re pretty enough, good enough to keep yeonjun’s attention? Does he think it’s impossible for Yeonjun to actually love you? 

You start tearing up again. "Why are you being like this?"

“Because it’s what he is. You’re making a huge mistake. You're choosing this guy you just started dating over our years of friendship."

You shake your head. "Why does it have to be either or. Why can’t I have my boyfriend and my best friend?"

He lets out a condescending laugh. “I’m not the one making you choose!” 

But he is. He has been making you choose since the beginning. He just doesn’t like it because for once you’re not putting him and his ridiculous demands first. 

“He is not making me choose.” You defend Yeonjun and yourself. “He just doesn’t want us to live together.” 

“You really think he’ll end it at that? You don’t think he’ll demand more bit by bit? Next it will be ‘I don’t like him touching you.’ then it will be ‘don’t hang out with him so much’ and then ‘why do you even need to see him. We can just stay in.’ and before long he’ll have completely phased me out!”

“Well maybe there should be some boundaries. We did hook up together. It’s normal for him to feel insecure. And maybe we’re a bit more touchy than other friends are. Maybe I should only be cuddling with my boyfriend and that only my boyfriend should be kissing me…” You’re saying this more to yourself than to him. Even what happened earlier wasn’t really appropriate. It could be for completely platonic friends but you know that’s not what you and Beomgyu are. Not for you, at least. 

“See? It’s already happening!” He exclaims, and you sigh. There is no point arguing with him. He’s too upset to see reason. “I’m sorry, Beomgyu…”

"Forget it. Forget all of this." He stands up and takes the pillow-fort apart. "Enjoy living with your boyfriend." 

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You quickly gathered a few essential items that you'll need along with a change of clothes before you texted Yeonjun to come pick you up. You'll get the rest of your stuff later. You just can’t handle being in this house anymore. 

"Are you okay?" Yeonjun asks when you get into his car. 

"Yeah, it's just Beomgyu is really mad at me." You sniffle, trying to hold back your tears. 

"Of course. That fucking idiot." Yeonjun curses and you agree. "Such an idiot."

"Want me to go beat him up?" He offers but you shake your head. "I really don't think you two having a cat fight is gonna lift my spirit up."

"Hey!" He shouts, offended, but he can't help but give you a smile–his sweet smile that you love so much. 

"But that might." You smile back, wiping your nose before bending over to give him a kiss. 

"Didn’t know I'd be eating snot today." He says as he pulls back and you smack him. "I wiped before I kissed you!" 

He laughs and tries to kiss you again but you push him away. "No. I've revoked your right to kisses." 

“Is that so?” He quirks an eyebrow up and you nod, indignant. 

"And what if I told you I have some great news that will make you wanna kiss my face off?" 

“What?” You look suspiciously at the massive grin on his face. "You know the director of Elements magazine?"

"Do I? Of course! She's one of my inspirations." You gush, excited at what he could possibly have to say about her. 

"Well, I've been talking to her about you–"

"What?” Your face falls, terrified. “What–what would you talk to her about me for?"

"She's interested in your work." He tells you and you give him an unflattering snort in disbelief.  "Yeah, right. What do I have to show her?"

"She's actually seen the shoot you did with us and would like you to send her more of your stuff because she thinks she may want you to do a pictorial for the magazine."

“Shut up.” You gape at him. You? Do a pictorial for Elements magazine? "Oh god, I think I'm gonna pass out." 

“Please, don’t. I don’t know how I’d be able to explain why I have a passed out girl in my car to anyone who saw.”

You shoot him a glare, but there is no heat behind it. "How do you even know her?”

"I've done some modeling for her before." He shrugs as if that isn’t a big fucking achievement, "I told you, networking is everything."

"You're amazing." You breathe out in awe. 

"I know." He replies confidently and you suddenly shriek, kicking your feet in excitement. "Oh my god, I can't believe she liked my stuff!" 

"Why wouldn't she? You’re great." You turn to him, a huge smile on your face before you bend over the console and give him a big kiss. "You are so getting laid."

"That's why I did it." He jokes, starting the car before pulling out of the parking spot. 

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"Welcome home." Yeonjun says, putting your bag down in his bedroom. 

Yeah, you guess this is home now. You look around, trying to process the fact, and Yeonjun comes up behind you to wrap his arms around you. “You can redecorate a bit if you want. I’ll give you a whole corner of the room.” 

You turn around in his arms, wrapping your own around his neck. “You’re very generous.” You kiss him slowly, deepening the kiss as you go, pushing your tongue into his mouth as your lips move against each other. “My good boy.” 

“Oh, are we doing this?” He raises an eyebrow at you. 

“You deserve it.” You push his jacket off before slipping his white tank top over his head. As soon as his chest is bare, you attack your lips to it, kissing it all over. Your lips tingle as it comes in contact with his warm skin over and over again and you feel his little moans vibrating through his chest as he slowly gives into the pleasure, shivering a bit when you wrap your lips around one of his nipples. 

Your hands trail down his body, grabbing at his waist on the way, kneading it, before moving to his pants. You unbutton and unzip them slowly, rubbing the back of your hand over the bulge there, making his breathing stutter. 

“Baby…” He pouts at your teasing, and you lean up to give his pretty lips a kiss. 

“Want it, darling?” You ask, continuing to brush your hand over him teasingly and he nods. “Okay. Just because you’ve been so good to me.” 

You put your hand in his boxers and pull out his cock, stroking it to full hardness while kissing his addictive lips. 

“You’re so good to me, Yeonjun. You deserve to be pampered.” You tell him, twisting your hand over the head of his cock as your lips go down his neck and along his chest until you have to get on your knees to go further. You kiss his abs gently before opening your mouth and giving his skin a playful nip which makes him jump. 

“Hey, that’s not pampering.” He protests and you laugh, licking the reddening spot soothingly as you continue to tease his dick with your hand. 

“I was just thinking about how you seduced me with this at the party.” You tell him and he grins. “So I was–ahh–right? It was my rock–fuck–hard abs that got you?” 

It’s hard for him to keep a straight face when your fingers are twisting so sinfully around his hard cock. “Maybe I ran into you on purpose t-to–shit–give me the chance to take off my shirt in front of you.” 

“Diabolical.” You hum, kissing all over his tummy, getting closer and closer to his aching cock before moving up again, just to tease him, then repeating the process all over again until he starts dripping in need. 

“Baby, please…” He finally calls out when he becomes so needy that your palm gets all sticky with his arousal. 

“I got you, baby.” You finally take him into your mouth, the taste of him familiar by now. 

Over the few months you’ve been dating Yeonjun, you’ve gotten very acquainted with what he likes and how he likes to be touched. You learn what makes him tick and where he is sensitive. It’s no longer entirely nerve-wracking to be with him. There are some things you can do and say that you can rely on that are guaranteed to get him in the mood

But today is different. You’ve never tried to take the lead from him before. In a way, you’re both more confident and more nervous–more confident because you know how to do this better, you’ve done this a lot with Beomgyu… and more nervous because you’ve never done it with Yeonjun. What if he doesn’t like it? 

Your movements are slow, meant to tease and build up rather than push him over the edge. Your tongue swirls slowly around his flushed head and laps up any precum leaking from his slit while your thumb and index finger make a circle around his cock and slowly move up and down the bottom of his shaft, working him up until he’s begging again. 

“More–please, I need more.” He breathes, voice tight and needy. 

It’s a lot different from Beomgyu… If it was Beomgyu, he’d be crying and whining loudly, his mouth spouting off all kinds of filth in an attempt to get you to throat his dick. He’d be squirming and trying to push his dick further down your mouth, bucking his hips into your hand so you’d jerk him off faster… 

But Yeonjun is not Beomgyu. He stands there, as still as he can, and lets you do what you want. 

Only interrupting with a quiet plea when he can’t take it anymore. Is that better? Is it worse? You don’t know. All you know is that you need to get Beomgyu out of your mind, stop comparing them. Yeonjun is yours, Beomgyu is not. Yeonjun is here for you to touch and taste and feel, Beomgyu isn’t. Yeonjun has opened his heart up to you, and it’s insulting to think of another guy when you’re with him. 

So you get off your knees and kiss Yeonjun, letting yourself focus on him and only him. You push the rest of his clothes off his body, and let him do the same to you, letting his hands wander and squeeze and caress as he does so–because you’re his. 

You lead him towards the bed, pushing him on it and climbing on top of him, lining yourself up with his hard cock before catching his gaze, seeing the way he lies still and waits for you to do, before you sink down on him. 

He lets out a deep sigh when you’re seated on his hips, his cock buried all the way inside you. 

“This what you wanted, darling?” 

He nods, resting his hands on your thighs, not pushing or pulling, just letting you take your time. Is it a sign of patience and letting you take the lead or is it a lack of passion and indifference? These are the thoughts that plague you. 

But you’re too much of a coward to ask, so you just lift yourself up and fall down on his cock, establishing a steady rhythm. He lets out quiet moans and pants, responding to the way your hips move and your pussy works over his cock, his eyes alternating from staring at your form to rolling into the back of his skull when the pleasure becomes too much. 

“Is it good?” You ask and he nods. “So good.” 

Still restrained. Still subdued. But you take it. You take it and you run with it, bouncing faster on his cock, your gaze stuck to his face, eating up every little twitch and sigh that escapes him, so focused on him that you neglect your own pleasure, only noticing when his right hand brushes up your thigh and his thumb grazes your clit. 

“What are you doing, baby?” You ask, hand circling around his wrist but not pulling it away. 

“Don’t wanna cum alone. Want you with me.” 

Is it really you domming him if he can still do whatever he wants? You don’t know but you don’t have to decide right now. You can just take it slow. You can work things out the kinks bit by bit. 

“That’s a bit quick, don’t you think?” You venture to tease him, hoping he’d give you the response you’re looking for, and he does… somewhat. “Can’t help it. You just look so sexy bouncing on my cock. You should dom me every day.” 

You groan, thighs burning as you ride him faster, needing him to really mean it. “Don’t talk like that.” 

“Like what?” He purrs, his thumb still circling your sensitive nub. 

“Like you’re still in control.” You finally push his hand away, pinning his arms next to his head, but maddeningly, he just smirks up at you. 

“You want the control, you’re going to have to take it, doll. I am not going to just show my belly and give you the lead so easily.” 

“You’re insufferable.” You hold his wrists with one hand and use the other to wrap around his throat, not cutting off his circulation but just holding it tight enough to make a point. 

“That’s more like it.” He gasps, craning his head back to give you an easier purchase on his neck. “I’m close.” 

“Why should I let you cum?” You challenge, digging your fingers just a little more into his neck, clenching your pussy just a little tighter around his cock. 

“Because you like it when I empty my balls inside your little pussy.” He sucks in a sharp breath, his control slipping just a little bit, and you latch onto that. 

“I do like it, but what I like more is making bad boys cry.” You threaten, slowing down your movement until you’re barely riding him. “I’m sure it would feel just as good getting off your cock and making myself cum on my fingers. Just seeing your needy cock all hard and red with no relief would be more than enough to get me off.” 

He frowns. “You wouldn’t…” 

You make a show of getting off his cock and he quickly cries out. “No, wait. Okay. You win. I’ll be good.” 

You raise an eyebrow at him before going back to riding him fast, not giving him the chance to challenge you again. “Well, that was easy.” 

He does well by shutting up this time, his full lips pulled into a hilarious pout. 

“Are you close?” You ask him when his eyebrows begin to furrow and he nods. You let go of his wrist, telling him to keep them there as if you could’ve stopped him if he wanted to overpower you. 

You use your now free hand to rub your clit, pushing yourself towards your own high. 

Yeonjun doesn’t like that. “I could do that for you.” 

He tries to reach out to touch you but you let go of his throat and swat his hands away. “No. Only good boys get to touch.” 

He gives you a little whine–a semblance of what you crave from him. Maybe the rest will come in time. 

“I’m close.” You tell him, fingers desperately moving over your pussy as you ride him. “Want you to cum with me.” 

He nods, his hips moving for the first time under you, helping the both of you over the edge. 

“Yeonjun–fuck!” You throw your head back, eyes squeezed tight as your body shudders with release. Yeonjun hands reach out to hold your hips flush against his as he empties himself inside you, a long groan slipping from his pretty lips. 

“Fuck.” You gasp, falling down when your orgasm leaves you, and Yeonjun opens his arms to take you in, holding you close to him, your hearts beating rapidly still. 

This whole day has been an emotional rollercoaster for you, and the release of pent up energy leaves you spent, your body all but becoming boneless in Yeonjun’s embrace. 

He kisses the top of your head, his hand smoothing through your wet hair as the both of you catch your breath. You feel your eyelids getting heavy with exhaustion, the heat of his embrace now a familiar night-time companion, and you find yourself drifting off to sleep. 

"Thank you again for choosing me for the Frost shoot." You mumble, eyes closed. He may have just changed the whole trajectory of your career. 

"No need to thank me. It was all Beomgyu's idea." 

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A/N: one more chapter to go. as always your feedback makes me update faster so don't be shy to drop in a message. the author note in the last chapter will contain a link to my patreon for the alternative ending for the losing boy so look forward to that

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