#he's so quick and precise in his movements

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simon was able to leave the base early. you didn't know. — hurt / comfort . tw depression

20:38. 2 days before the date of his expected arrival.

ghost had been on a long deployment. it was one where he had to limit contact with you as much as he possibly can. during the time period, he had only managed to call you twice, where the first one was him letting you know that he had safely arrived at base. there was nothing else after that — no calls, text messages, nor voicemails sent to your phone. nothing else... until nearly a week ago when he shared the date for when he would be coming back home.

this wasn’t the first time ghost had gone on deployment where contact is restricted. it was a common occurrence, and the both of you doubt that this one would be the last of its kind. despite the hardships, the loneliness, and the uncertainty of it all, the two of you persist. having to endure the difficult days alone is nothing if it means being able to hold each other at the end.

as ghost stands in front of the apartment door, he feels a slight tug at his chest, and a pit starts forming in his stomach. he couldn’t give a name to what he was feeling. was it apprehension?

he did forget to tell you that he would be coming back early. once he got the permissions needed to leave the base, he was swift in gathering his items to shove in his duffle bag. when the thought came, his phone’s battery had already died, and he was just a few steps away from boarding the plane. he could only hope that you wouldn’t mind his quick arrival too much.

ghost turns on the overhead light of the dark foyer. it was action that did nothing but deepen the pit that threatened to turn his blood cold. as he drops his bag to the floor with a grunt, his gaze wander to the shoes that sit on the racks. you should be here, and yet the whole damn apartment is pitch black.

he pushes down the growl from within his throat. with his heavy boots still on, he trudges to the living room. a part of him wishes that you would be around the corner to scold him for getting dirt all over the place. instead, he was greeted by the mess of blankets and pillows on the sofa.

you’re not here.

he makes his way to the kitchen, his movements precise and deliberate. he flips the switch and finds himself staring at the dirty dishes that pile in the sink. by now, his brows have already furrowed, and he fights the urge to clench his jaw.

you’re not here either.

he passes by the bathroom door, but no light can be seen through the gaps. his mask starts to feel a little too tight, as if it’s restricting him from breathing in the oxygen in the air. he makes quick work of taking the bloody thing off his head and his sweat goes to smear across his forehead.

there is one last place he hadn’t checked.

the door to the bedroom slowly creaks open. the room is softly illuminated by the glow of the moon that seeps through the window curtains. his eyes move to focus on the lump that lay on the bed, and his breath shudders.

simon calls out your name. his hoarse voice cut through the excruciating silence that dares to suffocate him in each passing second. it was a sound so raw, so vulnerable, he might as well set his heart out with both of his hands.

he watches as the bundle shrinks in on itself, burrowing further into the mattress. the action, although minuscule, brings him slight relief. with calculated steps, he walks across the clutter on the floor, where he would soon reach the bed. the soft breaths he heard gave a sense of tranquility, but the deep sigh that followed not long after carried a weight to it that can only be described as exhaustion.

glimpses of the past flash through his mind — glimpses of the routine you both have settled into. he is reminded of the times you would wait for him in the living room so that when the door opens, you can run towards his hulking frame with your kind smile. the house would be clear of any mess, and you would feed him your meals made with all the love and care you have for him. laughter would echo in the room as he cuts off a piece you have unknowingly burnt.

“i swear i can cook better than this!” you'd exclaim, and he would shake his head, refusing to pull a stupid grin at the predicament despite the chuckles he disguised through gruff coughs. he wasn't being smooth at all.

“sure you can, lovie,” simon would reply, and the face you give him out of annoyance would make his eyes soften just the tiniest bit. “never doubted y’r skills, and will never do.”

was there something he wasn't aware of? him? someone who was supposed to be attentive to all of your needs? he has to stop his arms from tensing, the muscles pulsing with the burning urge to release the anger he has for himself, the disappointment. he should’ve been there for you, and he doesn’t know how, but he should’ve.

when his eyes go back to focus on your form, all was silent yet again. there was no more of the reprimanding, no more of the questioning. in the end, you remain unmoving within the sheets of the bed. he wants to touch you, to feel the fight inside of you.

“didn’t know you’d be home early.”

a weak voice mumbles out from under the covers. for a moment, simon could only stand beside the bed, refusing to move a muscle. it’s unusual for him to hesitate at any situation, especially when he works such a dangerous job that a single pause could either mean life or death. when it comes to you, he discovers that he falters at the smallest uncertainty. hurting you is the last thing he would ever want to do.

simon lowers himself on the edge of the mattress as you clutch the blanket wrapping you with clenched fists. you’re so close yet so far. he allows himself to rest, to take in the sight of you in front of him. with a careful hand, he reaches out for your warmth, longing to feel your touch. when you start to stir in the sheets, he pulls away and tries his best to ignore the ache coming back in his chest.

you push yourself up to sit on the bed with your gaze away from his. there was a growing tension in the air, one that’s keeping the two of you from uttering a word. for once, he couldn’t tell what you were thinking, even more so what you were feeling. if there’s one thing that he knows, it’s that the look in your eyes is making his stomach want to give in.

“i’ll clean the place,” you whispered from underneath your breath. it was barely audible, but simon was able to catch each and every word.

“just…” you pause, and he tilts his head up to get a better look at you. “just let me sleep for a few more minutes.”

your heavy eyelids flutter as it battles with fatigue. another sigh escape your lips. before you could slide back down to hide under the covers, simon wraps his strong arms around your body and — in one swift motion — pulls you onto his lap.

if you hadn’t been all worn out, you would’ve gasped at the sudden change in your position. you don’t even remember what you did today that could make you so tired. did you even do anything at all during the past month? and yet you’re here, unable to leave the bed.

you push at simon’s chest as a weak attempt to protest. he brings you closer to him, and you want to shake your head for how gentle he has been. you don’t deserve this, you think. you couldn't even give him a proper welcome home with the usual dinner meals and a clean house. he does so much and all you had to do was the bare minimum. you wish you could hide yourself so he wouldn’t have to see you in such a state. if he can’t see you, he wouldn’t be able to comfort you. he wouldn’t be able to hold you with his soothing touch.

“‘s okay. no need t’ worry ‘bout tha’, sweet’art.”

the deep rumbling in his chest sends a shiver down your spine. the close proximity doesn’t help, with how his words practically vibrated through your entire being. you want to tell him that no. it’s not okay. everything’s not okay. but then he coos at you, as though he’s lulling the persistent noise in your head to go take its slumber.

your eyes start to feel warm. soon, it stings. the next thing you know, there’s tears falling down your cheeks in wet streaks. a hand goes up to caress your hair, and you could only choke out sobs in response. you shut your eyes close and desperately cling onto simon’s clothes for any semblance of stability.

“im sorry, sorry, ‘m sorry—” you stammer with shuddered breaths. you try sucking in a large amount of air, but it leaves you coughing for dear life instead. simon’s free hand goes to rub at your back, and you could vaguely hear him telling you “none o’ tha’, lovie. none o’ tha’.” his lips meet your forehead and he murmurs against your skin with a “breathe f’me, sweet’art. c’mon.”

you wheeze and you hiccup and god, its so hard. keeping your consciousness is a strenuous task when the air won’t even enter your lungs. it nearly makes you panic, but simon… oh simon. he’s so good to you. he doesn’t let you go, no matter how much you squirm and whimper in obvious distress.

it wasn’t easy trying to breathe, but you do it anyway. through the struggle, you quiver with trembling gasps, and you fight the urge to choke on your own tears. simon, in spite of his rough fingers, strokes the hair away from your face in a way so soft, it’s as if he’s handling delicate porcelain. it was a touch that whispered his utter devotion, his promises of protecting you.

the desire to push him away becomes a faint memory. it was one you’d cease to remember as you lay limp in simon’s embrace, completely exhausted. you can feel the throbbing pulse in your heart slowing down, and for once, it doesn’t feel as heavy.

simon lightly brushes a hand below your arm, trailing against the skin until it reaches your fingers. he intertwined them with his, a grasp that’s tight yet tender all the same, a hold that tells you he’s never letting you go. he rests your head on top of his chest and hugs you closer to him, lowering the two of you so that you’re both laying in bed. it’s warm, comfortable, and you almost doze off to the gentle rise and fall of his body.

“don’t ya worry ‘bout anythin’ right now,” simon hums, and your eyelids droop to the sound of his gruff voice. his grounding presence puts you at ease and finally, you can sleep with only the weight of simon’s palm on your back. with him, you are reminded that life still has its good bits. because even if simon may never consider himself as someone who is good, he is a good man to you.

[svt-luna]

ʚིᵋ ⋆ NANA TOUR ࣪ ! ˓ ౨ৎ ࣪˖ ─── episode 1-3.

Nana Tour with SEVENTEEN

synopsis: Episode 1-3! First step of the travel. Their first destination of the group tour in Italy is Rome! Find out SEVENTEEN’s fourteen ways to enjoy the Colosseum.

we have finally made it to Italy! this took a while but please expect that already when it comes to nana tour since i will be writing the entire episodes word per word, so please be patient!! see you on the next one, my lovelies 🩵💙

╰ ౨ৎ LUNA-VERSE MASTERLIST

╰ ౨ৎ fan reactions ╰ ౨ৎ nana tour masterlist

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bold dialogues are spoken in english ღ

The plane touched down on the runway with a slight jolt, the tires screeching softly against the pavement as the aircraft slowed to a steady taxi.

It was 7:30 PM in Italy, and after hours of travel, the SEVENTEEN members had finally arrived at Leonardo da Vinci International Airport. A quiet murmur filled the cabin as passengers stirred, stretching out their limbs after the long-haul flight. The overhead lights brightened slightly, signaling that they were allowed to prepare for departure.

[And they have finally arrived]

The members, still somewhat sluggish from sitting for so long, started moving at their own pace, reaching for whatever few belongings they had brought. Since this was a completely spontaneous trip with no luggage, there was little to collect aside from the essentials— passports, phones, and any random comfort items they had managed to carry aboard.

Mingyu, already standing near his seat, turned to Dokyeom with an exhale of realization. “We don’t need to look for our bags because we don’t have any,” he pointed out.

Dokyeom let out a short, almost tired laugh as he stood up, rolling his shoulders back. “Seriously.”

Luna, still seated, stretched her arms above her head, fingers flexing as she let out a small sigh. The slight ache of travel was settling in, but she wasn’t in any rush to get up just yet. Jeonghan, standing beside her, had already begun collecting their things— his movements unhurried but precise, making sure nothing was left behind.

[Make sure they don’t leave the little they have]

Around them, the rest of the members were already on their feet, some groggy but focused, scanning the seats and floor to ensure they weren’t forgetting anything important.

“Let’s go,” Hoshi announced from Luna’s other side, ready to move.

Luna glanced over at him, and before he could take another step, she pointed toward his armrest. “Shi-shi, don’t forget your passport, please.”

[oops]

Hoshi followed her gaze and immediately chuckled when he saw the small booklet sitting atop the armrest, completely forgotten. “Oh, right,” he laughed, picking it up. “That would’ve been bad.”

“That would have been terrible.” Luna chuckled.

[That would have been detrimental]

Luna’s reminder seemed to trigger something in Dokyeom’s brain. He paused mid-step, eyes widening as a realization hit him. “Wait, my passport,” he blurted out suddenly, his hands already patting down his pockets in a frenzy.

[What?!]

Luna turned to look at him just as Mingyu’s head snapped in his direction.

“You lost it?” Mingyu asked, a mix of disbelief and amusement creeping into his voice.

“I just had it—” Dokyeom mumbled to himself, already lowering into a crouch to peer between the seats. He shifted forward, checking the crevices between the cushions, his panic growing when he didn’t immediately see it. Mingyu, despite his teasing, crouched down next to him, joining in on the search.

As if sensing the potential disaster unfolding, PD Na’s voice rang through the cabin. “Passports. Make sure you have your passports.”

Luna, still sitting, exchanged a quick glance with Jeonghan before the two of them smoothly lifted their passports into the air to show PD Na they had theirs. They began making their way down the aisle, maneuvering through the scattered members still gathering their things.

“Mingyu, make sure you have your passport,” PD Na reminded, specifically directing it at him. Given Mingyu’s history— having already lost his passport once before they even took off— it was a warranted concern.

Mingyu, however, let out a laugh and instead pointed at Dokyeom, who was still hunched over, checking every possible place his passport could have disappeared into.

“Really? Again… really?” PD Na’s voice was laced with exhaustion, as if he had already accepted that dealing with these two was his fate.

Mingyu simply nodded.

[He is not one to judge]

The exchange immediately caught the attention of the nearby members. Luna turned toward them, brows raised. “Did you really lose it?”

“Really?” Jeonghan echoed, his tone teasing but genuinely curious.

[In disbelief]

Dokyeom, still entirely focused on his search, didn’t even look up as he absentmindedly patted his pockets. “Oh?” he murmured to himself.

Mingyu burst into laughter, shaking his head.

“What? Again?” PD Na repeated, now also joining in the search as if that would somehow speed up the process.

Dokyeom groaned, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “Why don’t I have my passport?”

Luna, standing near the exit, tilted her head, trying to be the voice of reason. “You had it earlier, Kyeomie. So it’s probably just somewhere in the plane.”

PD Na exhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You’re lying, right?” He was practically pleading at this point.

“No, he’s being serious,” Jeonghan confirmed with a soft chuckle, watching the chaos unfold with entertained amusement.

Before anyone could dwell on it further, Dokyeom suddenly perked up. His eyes widened as he reached forward, pulling something out from an empty seat a few rows ahead.

“Found it,” he said, relief washing over his face.

There was a beat of silence before PD Na sighed heavily, shaking his head in disbelief. “Crazy. He’s crazy.”

“You found it?” Mingyu asked, standing up straight.

Dokyeom nodded, holding up the passport like a prize. “I had to sit over there before, so I left it there.”

Luna and Jeonghan exchanged a knowing look before finally stepping off the plane, deciding they had seen enough of the disaster unfolding behind them. They left Mingyu, Dokyeom, and PD Na to deal with the aftermath while they joined the other members who had made it out first.

“At this point, they better just hang their passports around their necks,” Luna deadpanned as they walked down the tunnel.

[Don’t give PD Na ideas]

Jeonghan grinned, chuckling under his breath.

From behind them, PD Na’s exasperated voice carried through the tunnel. “You guys are crazy!”

“He’s the passport killer,” Mingyu declared dramatically, pointing an accusatory finger at Dokyeom.

Dokyeom, still clutching his passport, could only let out a sheepish chuckle.

[He is two for two]

PD Na blinked, the realization fully dawning on him. “Come to think of it, Mingyu has no fault either. It was your fault.”

“It is all my fault,” Dokyeom admitted, laughing.

Luna sighed before linking her arm through his. “It’s okay, Kyeomie. We still love you.” Her tone was flat, but the amused glint in her eyes gave away her fondness.

Dokyeom chuckled as she pulled him along, her other arm hooked around Jeonghan, who was carrying Cherry, her red plush bunny, for her.

“It’s a relief you checked in the end,” Jeonghan told Dokyeom.

“Right. I don’t wanna imagine if you didn’t,” Luna added with a shake of her head.

[Let’s not]

As they walked further down the tunnel, the chaotic energy of their group trailing behind them, it was clear this trip was going to be anything but ordinary.

The moment Dokyeom sighed, relief evident in his voice, it was as if the weight of their spontaneous journey finally settled.

“At least we’re here. We are really here. I really wanted to get off.”

His voice carried that mix of exhaustion and sheer disbelief, but there was also an unmistakable tinge of excitement bubbling underneath. He turned the GoPro in his hands toward himself, then smoothly angled it to include Jeonghan and Luna walking beside him as they moved through the airport along with the rest of the members and the production crew. The camera’s lens framed the three of them in the middle of a bustling Italian airport, their expressions ranging from fatigue to amusement to sheer anticipation.

As they stepped onto the escalator, PD Na’s voice cut through from behind them, his tone laced with humor.

“You brought a clutch.”

The way he said it made it sound so ridiculous that laughter immediately rippled through the group. The members, as if suddenly remembering what they were all holding, looked down at the small beige amenity bag in their hands— the ones they had all taken from the plane because they quite literally had no other belongings.

“Everyone… everyone has the same,” Wonwoo noted with a soft chuckle, his gaze sweeping across the identical beige clutches in their grip.

[“I love my team, I love my crew” ~]

“All of you brought a nice clutch. Was it a group purchase?” PD Na teased further, and that was all it took for another round of laughter to erupt.

Luna, however, simply raised an unimpressed brow, her expression so deadpan that it only made it funnier. She turned slightly to look at PD Na, arms crossed over her chest, before delivering her response with effortless sass.

“Well, we don’t exactly have a choice, considering someone didn’t allow us to bring anything,” she quipped, dragging out the last word for emphasis.

[She will NOT be letting that go]

Her tone was light but pointed, making the members laugh even more, a few of them even pointed at her quick-witted remark. Jeonghan chuckled beside her, nudging her playfully with his elbow as if impressed by how smoothly she threw that in.

PD Na, on the other hand, blinked at her in mock disbelief, mouth slightly agape as if he truly had no words. Luna, fully aware of his stare, immediately averted her gaze and started looking around as if suddenly finding the walls of the airport terminal absolutely fascinating.

[Out of sight, out of mind]

The way she did it— so obvious, so deliberate— only made the situation funnier, and Jeonghan smirked, shaking his head as he chuckled at her antics.

“You guys got off with it because we don’t have bags. Smart,” Mingyu observed, pointing out how they had taken the airplane’s amenity kits while he, clearly, had not.

The group continued moving, falling into step with the stream of people heading toward passport control. The airport was busy, filled with travelers arriving from different parts of the world, the atmosphere buzzing with movement and murmured conversations.

The SEVENTEEN members, still riding the high of their impromptu trip, were actively engaging with their cameras, speaking in bursts of excitement and disbelief.

“I came to Rome, what do I do?” Mingyu muttered, almost to himself, shaking his head in sheer wonder as if he still couldn’t fully process it.

“It kind of hit me now that I came here,” Dokyeom added, his voice holding that familiar mix of excitement and slight overwhelm.

Meanwhile, next to them, Luna and Jeonghan were having an entirely different conversation with their camera.

“I’m tired,” Luna stated, her voice carrying that soft lilt of exhaustion as she turned slightly toward Jeonghan.

“I’m sleepy,” Jeonghan followed up immediately, mirroring her tone perfectly.

[The ‘I’m tired, I’m sleepy’ counter: 1]

For a moment, they simply stared at each other, their eyes locking as if silently communicating their shared state of drowsiness. Then, in perfect synchronization, they both chuckled— small, knowing laughs that felt warm and easy, the kind that naturally came from years of knowing each other inside out.

“Should we just sleep here?” Jeonghan mused, his voice light and teasing as he subtly tilted his head, as if actually considering the absurdity of the idea.

Luna sighed dramatically, stretching her arms before pressing her face on his arm. “Honestly? If there was a bench right here, I’d probably lie down.”

Jeonghan grinned at that, amusement flickering across his face. “You’d be that person?”

She hummed in confirmation, then pulled back slightly to glance at the camera. “If you see a viral video of an idol sleeping in an airport, don’t be surprised.”

Jeonghan let out a soft laugh, shaking his head before glancing toward the camera with a knowing look. “At this rate, she might actually do it.”

“I will,” she confirmed with zero hesitation.

[Viral moments by Luna]

Their back-and-forth was calm, effortless, and filled with the kind of natural chemistry that needed no exaggeration. It wasn’t loud, but it was the kind of exchange that felt warm and familiar, like a quiet pocket of their own amid the chaotic buzz of the airport. The teasing was easy, the humor understated, yet their energy bounced off each other so seamlessly that even the camera seemed to pick up on it.

Jeonghan shifted slightly, adjusting Cherry— the small red plush bunny he had been holding for Luna— before offering it to her. “Here, you can use Cherry as a pillow if you want.”

Luna looked at the plush in his hands, then back at him, eyes narrowing slightly. “Are you… using Cherry to get out of lending me your arm?”

Jeonghan smirked. “Not at all. Just… giving you options.”

Luna let out a soft scoff but took the plush bunny anyway, cradling it in her arms before glancing at him with an exaggeratedly skeptical look. “Mm-hmm. Sure.”

Jeonghan simply chuckled, clearly entertained, before leaning in just a fraction closer. “I mean, if you really want my arm that bad, just say so.”

Luna rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop the small smile that tugged at her lips. “You’re so annoying.”

“And yet,” Jeonghan quipped, grinning, “here we are.”

[This is their way of staying awake]

Their quiet banter continued as they moved along with the crowd, the warmth of their laughter blending into the soft hum of the airport around them.

As they neared the passport control lines, the airport’s organized chaos became more apparent. Travelers shuffled forward, passports in hand, the soft hum of different languages filling the air.

Suddenly, a staff member stationed near the entrance of the lines started calling out, their voice cutting through the airport noise with clear direction.

“Korean here! Korean here!”

The SEVENTEEN members instinctively followed the call, moving toward the designated line as a group, their feet dragging slightly from exhaustion yet still carrying a spark of excitement. They were finally in Rome, and now all that stood between them and the outside world was passport control.

Just as they moved forward, Jun and Minghao hesitated for a brief moment, glancing at a different section of the immigration checkpoint.

“We need to go there, right?” Jun asked, looking toward their staff for confirmation.

One of the managers gave a small nod. “Yeah, that’s for visa screening.”

Understanding the situation, Jun and Minghao nodded back before veering off toward their respective line for passport holders requiring visa checks.

“Go safely,” Mingyu called after them, waving casually as the two Chinese members separated from the group.

The rest of them continued forward, the line moving at a steady pace. Jeonghan, who had been loosely linking arms with Luna for most of the walk, felt a sudden shift as she unhooked herself from him and took a step back. His head instinctively turned toward her, eyebrows slightly raised.

[???]

“Where are you going?” Jeonghan asked, his tone laced with mild curiosity, enough to grab the attention of a few members around them.

Luna didn’t answer immediately. Instead, a smirk curled at the corner of her lips as she slowly raised her hand, revealing a navy blue passport with a golden crest— her United Kingdom passport. She then pointed toward a separate immigration line designated for EU passport holders.

[Surprise]

“She has an EU passport,” PD Na announced.

The realization dawned on the members in waves, their tired minds taking a second longer to process before collective reactions of shock and amusement erupted around her.

“She gets to go through the fast lane?” Mingyu gawked.

“That’s so unfair,” Hoshi muttered, shaking his head with an exaggerated sigh.

“You should’ve let us sneak in with you,” Seungkwan joked, crossing his arms with a mock pout.

[Impatient no. 1, no. 2, and no. 3]

As the members continued their playful protests, PD Na handed Luna her own GoPro so she could film herself now that she would be separated from the group. She took it with ease, adjusting the grip before giving them all a small nod.

“I’ll see you guys outside,” Luna said with a smile, turning toward her designated line.

[The biggest smile on her face]

The difference was immediate. While the Korean passport line moved steadily but was packed with travelers, the EU line had significantly fewer people. With effortless ease, Luna stepped through the zigzagging ropes, barely pausing as she moved through the line at a near-skipping pace, Cherry the bunny plush tucked securely in her arm.

[There she goes]

From behind the ropes, the members and crew stood watching her, expressions ranging from jealousy to pure comedic disbelief.

“Look at her go,” Dokyeom whispered, shaking his head.

“She’s already at the front,” Joshua pointed out, eyes narrowing slightly.

“This is so unfair,” Hoshi muttered, watching as Luna reached the officer in record time.

[Jealous no. 1, no. 2, and no. 3]

Meanwhile, Luna, now at the passport control desk, was greeted by the airport staff.

“Hello,” the officer greeted her in a professional yet polite tone.

“Hello,” Luna responded, immediately taking off her cap out of respect before handing over her passport.

The officer gave a brief nod, flipping through the pages as they scanned the document. It took all of a few seconds before they stamped it and handed it back to her with a small smile.

“Thank you so much,” Luna said with a slight bow before stepping forward, officially cleared for entry.

Without missing a beat, she lifted her GoPro and adjusted the angle, switching into full vlogging mode.

“Alright, so,” she started, her voice carrying that casual yet amused tone as she began narrating to the camera, “as you guys can see, I’m already through.”

She panned the camera briefly to show the empty space behind her, a stark contrast to the still-crowded lines where the members remained.

“I got through so fast because of my European passport,” she explained with a small laugh, turning the camera back toward herself. “And now, it’s just me and Cherry.”

Luna lifted the small red bunny plush into the frame, wiggling it slightly in greeting.

[Hello!]

“We are the only survivors,” she joked, her voice dropping into a mock-serious tone. “We have lost the others… we don’t know when we’ll reunite.”

She paused for dramatic effect before sighing.

“I miss Cheollie.”

She let out another exaggerated sigh, glancing down at Cherry before shaking her head. “Leader-nim, where are you?” she muttered in fake despair, as if she had been abandoned on a great solo mission.

[He is now back in Korea… sleeping]

Still holding the camera, Luna made her way toward the airport exit, the large glass doors ahead signaling her transition from traveler to full tourist.

“I guess I’ll just wait outside,” she continued, panning the camera toward the doors before turning it back to herself with a resigned smile. “It’s hot. Just like I expected”

And with that, she pushed forward, stepping out into the fresh Italian air, ready to reunite with the rest of them once they finally made it through.

With a small sigh, she shifted Cherry the bunny plush to her other arm before slipping her jacket off, leaving her in her white cropped halter top. The light fabric was much more comfortable in the heat, and she welcomed the breeze that brushed against her skin. She folded the jacket neatly over her arm, securing it in place before glancing around.

The airport entrance was bustling with people, some waiting for taxis, others greeting family and friends. Luna leaned against a nearby railing, lifting her GoPro once again to document her wait.

After a couple of minutes, faint but familiar voices began filtering through the noise, growing clearer with each passing second. A small smile tugged at her lips before she even turned her head.

“They’re here. Finally,” Luna told the camera, her tone carrying a mix of amusement and relief.

[Translation: “I want to go to sleep.”]

She turned the GoPro slightly, aiming it toward the direction of the voices, though they weren’t yet visible.

“I want to lay down already,” she muttered, tilting her head back with a dramatic sigh.

Just then, an enthusiastic voice rang out loud and clear.

“We arrived!” Dokyeom announced, his excitement evident despite the long journey.

The moment the members finally emerged through the airport doors, they were met with the reality of their long-haul. However, the group wasn’t complete— Jun and Minghao were still missing.

“They’re still in visa screening,” PD Na noted, glancing at the large crowd still gathered inside.

“Where all the passengers were found,” Woozi muttered, shaking his head as he observed the long, seemingly endless line through the glass doors.

It was clear Jun and Minghao weren’t getting out anytime soon.

Despite that, the rest of the members spotted Luna almost instantly. She stood casually by the railing, one hand holding the GoPro while the other clutched Cherry.

As they made their way toward her, PD Na signaled for them to follow him toward their transportation.

Jeonghan, who had been walking near the back of the group, naturally gravitated toward Luna’s side. Without saying a word, he reached over and plucked her jacket from her arm, shifting it onto his own without a second thought.

“Wow, we’re really in Rome,” Jeonghan mused as they walked, his voice carrying a sense of realization that had only now fully sunk in.

“Are we taking a bus?” Hoshi asked, his eyes scanning the parking lot as they approached the large vehicle waiting for them.

“We need to,” Luna replied with a grin, motioning toward their entourage of staff, managers, and production crew. With their large group, taking separate cars would’ve been impractical.

As they neared the bus, the members slowly began to pile inside, each greeting the driver as they climbed the steps.

“Hello,” Luna greeted with a warm smile as she stepped up, still holding her GoPro in one hand.

Once inside, she instinctively gravitated toward a window seat, settling in before pulling out her phone. Jeonghan wordlessly followed, dropping into the seat beside her without hesitation.

She quickly unlocked her phone, tapping out a message to her mom to let her know they had arrived safely.

Meanwhile, the rest of the members settled into their seats, stretching out after their long journey.

“Did all the members get on?” Vernon asked, his head turning slightly to scan the bus.

“Other than Minghao and Jun,” Seungkwan answered, adjusting his bag as he sat down.

[The Chinese members still in line for their visa screening]

“Their line was really long,” Luna added, still focused on her phone as she sent her message.

Almost as if on cue, one of the producers, Hyo Jung, stepped onto the bus, addressing the group with an update.

“The visa screening line is kind of long,” she informed them. “I think we need to expect thirty minutes to an hour.”

PD Na, ever the instigator, turned toward Jeonghan. “Or Jeonghan…” he started, addressing him since he was the vice leader and, in Seungcheol’s absence, the one technically responsible for them.

“Should we go to our place first and play?” PD Na suggested.

“Oh, sounds good,” Jeonghan nodded without hesitation whatsoever.

[Translation: “Let’s go home and rest.”]

The sheer lack of deliberation sent the entire bus into laughter.

“You really have no affection,” PD Na deadpanned, shaking his head as the members burst into chuckles.

“I just baited you. I thought you would do that,” PD Na added, watching as Jeonghan chuckled, clearly unbothered by the comment.

The atmosphere inside the bus had settled into a comfortable quiet, the only sounds filling the space being the soft hum of the engine and the occasional rustling of fabric as the members shifted in their seats.

Most of them were occupied with their own devices, heads bowed, thumbs moving at rapid speed over their screens. It was the easiest way to pass time while waiting for Jun and Minghao to finally clear their visa screening and join them.

Luna, however, had already started dozing off. With Cherry, her beloved bunny plush, hooked securely around her arm, her body naturally gravitated towards Jeonghan’s warmth, her face smushed against his chest. She didn’t even seem to register how his arm was draped around her shoulders, holding her close in an almost absentminded manner while his other hand was busy on his phone.

[And she’s out]

Jeonghan, much like the rest of the members, was completely immersed in his game. His eyes were sharp, focused, his expression unreadable as he played with practiced ease. Around him, the other members were equally engrossed— some locked in silent battles with their screens, others whispering occasional exclamations of triumph or defeat as they competed with each other.

“What are you guys doing? Are you guys playing games?” Hyo Jung PD’s voice broke through the silence, cutting through the heavy concentration in the air.

Jeonghan barely spared her a glance, a small chuckle leaving his lips as he answered, “Go-Stop. We are playing Go-Stop right now.” His tone was nonchalant, his focus still glued to his screen.

Hyo Jung PD blinked, looking around at the group of fully grown adults hunched over their phones as if their lives depended on it. The scene was ridiculously hilarious.

[This is how idols wait]

Meanwhile, Jeonghan’s eyes briefly flickered towards Mingyu. “Mingyu, how much money do you have?” he asked, referring to their in-game currency.

Mingyu, still tapping away at his screen, responded without looking up, “This? Right now?”

“Yeah.”

Mingyu hummed in thought before answering, “1.3 billion won.”

At that, Jeonghan nodded, seemingly satisfied. “Let’s play.”

Mingyu glanced up for a split second, clearly intrigued. “What’s your name?” he asked, referring to Jeonghan’s in-game ID.

A small smirk played on Jeonghan’s lips. “Hani Hani.”

Mingyu huffed a small laugh before diving back into the game, the competitive energy between them instantly intensifying.

As the game progressed, Mingyu suddenly asked, “You got five times worth right now?”

Jeonghan’s gaze flickered to his screen. “What’s good if I get five times?”

Mingyu, fully invested now, explained quickly, “When you win, you get five times more points.”

A small, knowing smile tugged at Jeonghan’s lips. “Man, that’s amazing… let’s just stop.”

Mingyu’s head snapped up, eyes wide in betrayal. “I lost 300 million to you?” He let out a dramatic sigh, shaking his head. “Jeonghan, I don’t want to play anymore.”

Jeonghan merely tilted his head innocently. “Why?”

[Cause he is losing]

Before Mingyu could protest further, Dokyeom suddenly piped up from the seat next to Mingyu at the back. “Jeonghan, do you want to play with me?”

Jeonghan’s brows lifted slightly. “Yes… what’s your name?”

Dokyeom grinned proudly. “Meow.”

There was a beat of silence.

“Your name is Meow?” Wonwoo, who had been silently listening, finally spoke up, staring at Dokyeom in mild disbelief.

Dokyeom nodded, completely unbothered. “Yes, Meow.”

Jeonghan, meanwhile, checked the game’s leaderboard and nearly choked. “Hey, you have 13.4 billion?”

Dokyeom shrugged casually. “I got all of Mingyu’s.”

A chorus of amused laughter followed. Mingyu let out a defeated groan, slumping back in his seat.

[Exhibit A on why he doesn’t want to play anymore]

“Wow…” Jeonghan chuckled, the sound light and teasing. The movement caused Luna to shuffle slightly against him, a sleepy grumble escaping her lips.

[shh]

Jeonghan glanced down at her, amusement softening his features as he reached up to pat her head lightly. She barely reacted, just burrowing deeper into his side. With a small shake of his head, he turned his attention back to his phone, continuing his game with Dokyeom.

Minutes passed in the same comfortable silence, only the sound of tapping screens and occasional murmurs breaking the stillness.

Then, finally, one of the producers called out, “They’re here.”

The response from the members was as lackluster as it could possibly get.

“Wow.”

“Congrats.”

“Come in. Come in.”

“Welcome.”

“Great job.”

Each reply was delivered in the same monotone, half-heartedly spoken without a single person actually looking up from their devices.

[No one is looking]

PD Na, who had been watching the entire scene unfold, let out an amused chuckle. “They didn’t come yet,” he clarified. “The car is here.”

Still, no one reacted much.

With a shake of his head, PD Na made his way up the aisle, his laughter growing. “But you guys were answering so half-heartedly. No one was looking.”

The members finally broke into laughter, realizing how ridiculous they must have looked.

“No one was looking. Everyone was on their phones… those two are sleeping…” PD Na gestured towards Luna and Vernon, both completely knocked out. Luna was still nestled against Jeonghan, and Vernon had his cap pulled low over his face, his arms crossed.

At that, more laughter erupted.

Then, at long last, the doors of the bus swung open, and two familiar figures finally stepped inside.

“Oh, you guys came,” PD Na acknowledged, his tone light.

This time, the members actually reacted, clapping as they greeted the newly arrived duo.

“You’re here!”

“Congrats!”

“Good job!”

[A complete opposite reaction from earlier]

The sudden noise startled both Luna and Vernon awake. Luna groggily lifted herself from her previous position, rubbing her eyes as she tried to blink away the sleep.

Jeonghan turned his head towards her, eyes twinkling with mischief. “You were drooling on me,” he teased, his voice dripping with playful amusement.

Luna, barely registering his words, simply ran a hand through her hair before muttering, “You’ll live.” Her tone was dry, completely unfazed, making Jeonghan burst into laughter.

Still half-asleep, she turned to look at Jun and Minghao, offering a small smile as she mumbled, “Great job.”

Jun let out a dramatic sigh as he plopped down into his seat. “I didn’t know the line was this long.”

“It was so long,” PD Na agreed, shaking his head.

And with that, their group was finally complete.

The moment everyone had settled into their seats, one of the crew members announced, “We will leave!” signaling the start of their journey. As soon as the words left their mouth, the engine of the bus rumbled to life, and with a soft jolt, they were finally on their way. The movement was met with immediate, albeit somewhat delayed, enthusiasm from the members.

[On their way to their next destination]

“We are finally leaving and heading to the destination,” PD Na declared from the front, his voice filled with the same mix of excitement and exhaustion that often accompanied any trip with SEVENTEEN.

A round of claps and cheers erupted from the members, their energy reigniting now that they were officially on the move.

“Rome!” Dokyeom exclaimed loudly, his voice booming through the bus.

“Italy!” Joshua chimed in, equally excited.

“Italy!” Mingyu echoed right after, not wanting to be left out.

And as if to add a final flourish to their declaration, Dokyeom repeated with extra flair, “Italia!” stretching out the word in an exaggerated accent.

Joshua, seated beside him, turned to him with a grin. “DK is a pizza boy,” he announced, shaking his head in amusement.

At the mention of pizza, Dokyeom immediately perked up, as if the word itself had recharged his energy. “Pizza! Italy pizza!” he exclaimed, once again putting on his best— and worst— Italian accent.

[The loudest group are the ones at the back]

From her seat, Luna could only smile at the antics unfolding at the very back of the bus. Their energy was relentless, filling every corner of the space with chaotic yet infectious excitement. Meanwhile, PD Na, who was already dealing with the inevitable exhaustion that came with managing SEVENTEEN, let out a tired chuckle, rubbing his temples as if bracing himself for the long journey ahead.

“This is Italy,” he confirmed, as if saying it aloud would help him maintain control over the increasingly rowdy group.

[Exhausted]

To steer the conversation back to something remotely educational, one of the producers added, “The name of their airport— it’s called Leonardo da Vinci Airport.”

There was a moment of silence as the members nodded in acknowledgment, their brains momentarily digesting the information.

And then—

“Vernon!” Dokyeom suddenly called out with a sense of urgency, as if he had just made a groundbreaking discovery.

Immediately, Joshua, Mingyu, and Wonwoo turned their heads toward him, their expressions varying from confusion to mild concern.

Up front, Luna, who had been listening in with mild amusement, couldn’t help but grin.

“Wrong Leonardo,” she pointed out from her seat, effortlessly seeing through the misunderstanding.

Mingyu, finally catching on, let out a chuckle. “Not DiCaprio… da Vinci,” he clarified, shaking his head in exasperation at Dokyeom’s mistake.

Realization dawned on Dokyeom’s face, and the moment it did, he burst into laughter, as if even he couldn’t believe what he had just done.

Joshua, deciding this moment needed further explanation for PD Na and the crew, leaned in slightly. “Long time ago, Vernon, he heard that he looked like Leonardo DiCaprio,” he began, his tone carrying the weight of an old legend being retold.

PD Na raised his brows with interest, while the crew chuckled, already sensing where this was going.

“So when you said it was da Vinci…” Joshua trailed off, throwing a knowing look at Dokyeom before delivering the final punchline, “‘Dokyeom went, ‘Vernon!’”

That was it— the entire bus erupted into laughter. Dokyeom, at the center of it all, was already doubled over, his shoulders shaking as he covered his face in embarrassment. Even PD Na let out a chuckle, shaking his head at just how absurdly their minds worked sometimes.

“I said it to be funny!” Dokyeom reasoned, still laughing but now attempting to defend himself.

Joshua, who clearly wasn’t going to let this go so easily, nodded in exaggerated understanding. “A different Leonardo.”

“I said it after hearing Leonardo,” Dokyeom chuckled, finally accepting his fate.

As the laughter from Dokyeom’s Leonardo mishap finally died down, the energy in the bus settled just enough for PD Na to seize the opportunity to continue his announcements. He cleared his throat, sitting up slightly in his seat as he addressed the group once more.

“It takes about thirty minutes to the city,” he informed them, his voice cutting through the lingering chuckles. “Our dorm for today is an Airbnb.”

The announcement was met with an immediate and enthusiastic response from the back of the bus.

“Airbnb!” Dokyeom and Mingyu chorused in perfect sync, their voices filled with excitement as they cheered.

[Na PD’s cheerleaders]

PD Na, who was by now well-accustomed to the members’ habit of reacting to literally anything with enthusiasm, could only chuckle as he shook his head. “You guys like it all when I say anything.”

“Airbnb is nice,” Dokyeom explained matter-of-factly, as if justifying their excitement.

“Nicer than a hotel,” Mingyu followed, nodding in agreement, despite the fact that neither had actually seen the place yet.

Luna, seated near the front, turned slightly to glance at the two from her seat, her lips curling into an amused smile. Their enthusiasm for even the simplest things was both endearing and hilarious, and at this point, she wasn’t even surprised anymore.

PD Na, who had already resigned himself to the group’s chaotic nature, simply pressed on. “On the way to the Airbnb, since we have arrived at Rome, I thought that you might be kind of sad to just go home.”

“Oh, it is disappointing,” Dokyeom immediately agreed, nodding seriously, as if PD Na had personally read his thoughts.

“So,” PD Na continued, undeterred, “we are going to have a group photo at the Colosseum.”

The moment the words left his mouth, a wave of excitement swept through the bus.

“Colosseum picture!” Dokyeom practically leaped out of his seat, throwing one hand up in pure enthusiasm.

[It’s either the excitement or the lack of sleep]

From her seat, Luna turned to look at him again, this time pointing at him as she let out a chuckle, obviously amused by how quickly his energy rebounded with every new announcement.

“The Colosseum— you all know how it looks like, right?” PD Na asked, shifting the conversation towards something slightly educational.

“Yes,” the members responded in unison, their voices harmonizing in a way that almost sounded rehearsed.

“Round,” Hoshi added confidently, as if he had just unlocked a deep historical fact.

PD Na nodded approvingly. “It looked round,” he repeated, acknowledging the correctness of Hoshi’s very basic observation.

Still in his educational mode, PD Na continued, “It’s a building that was made about two thousand years ago. It’s an ancient theater. Simply put, it’s an amphitheater.”

The members fell into a brief silence, listening attentively— though some of them were probably only half-paying attention, distracted by the thought of taking pictures there.

“There’s an audience, and what do you think they did in the center?” PD Na quizzed them, clearly trying to keep their engagement up.

“Fight,” Luna answered first, her voice confident.

“Duel,” Mingyu followed right after, nodding to himself.

“Bullfight,” Hoshi added, looking particularly intrigued.

PD Na nodded. “Gladiators fight each other, or for example— tiger versus human.”

At the mere mention of a tiger, Hoshi immediately perked up, his eyes widening with interest. His entire posture shifted, as if his soul had momentarily left his body and then returned stronger.

[Horanghae]

PD Na, pretending not to notice Hoshi’s reaction, continued, “Or lion versus human. They fight like this too.”

The information made some members murmur in interest, while others simply absorbed it with mild curiosity. PD Na, sensing a moment for yet another educational tidbit, cleared his throat and went on.

“There was sand underneath it, like a wrestling ring. They call sand ‘rena’ in this country,” he explained.

The members blinked at him, processing the new information.

PD Na, never missing a chance to test them, quizzed again, “Isn’t there anything that comes to mind?”

A beat of silence passed before Mingyu confidently answered, “Leonardo DiCaprio?”

[???]

The entire bus chuckled as PD Na instantly shot him down.

“No, wrong,” he said flatly before shaking his head and repeating dramatically, “Wrong, wrong, wrong.”

His exaggerated rejection, reminiscent of his famous game show catchphrase, immediately made the members burst into laughter.

“Arena,” Luna answered confidently, cutting through the laughter with the correct response.

PD Na’s eyes lit up as he pointed at her. “Correct!”

A collective sound of realization spread through the bus as the members went, “Oh…” all at once.

“Ah… rena,” Mingyu repeated, now understanding where the word came from.

“This is why an amphitheater is called an arena,” PD Na concluded, nodding as if pleased with himself for successfully delivering a history lesson.

“Ah…” a few members chorused before playfully adding, “…rena.” They chuckled amongst themselves, amused at how easily they could turn anything into a running joke.

“Feels like we met a smart history teacher,” Seungkwan mused, referring to PD Na, his voice filled with newfound respect.

“Right?” Luna agreed with a grin. “It’s like we’re at a school field trip. It’s so much fun.”

“So, the Colosseum is one of the biggest arenas. It’s one of the representative arenas,” PD Na added before clapping his hands together, signaling the end of his impromptu history lesson. “Let’s go there and take a picture.”

With that, the bus erupted into excited chatter once again, the members buzzing with anticipation as they imagined their upcoming visit to the Colosseum.

The bus rumbled softly as it made its way through the dark streets of Rome, the dim glow of streetlights casting fleeting shadows on the tinted windows. Jeonghan let out a small chuckle, his head tilting slightly as he squinted outside.

“When will we be able to see the outside? I can’t see anything,” he mused, his voice laced with amusement as he leaned closer to the glass. His comment immediately caught the attention of the members, who instinctively followed his lead, pressing their faces toward the window with curious expressions.

[Pitch black]

“I can’t see anything,” Mingyu echoed, his brows furrowing in confusion as he stared into the pitch-black abyss outside.

“There’s nothing,” Dokyeom added, his face practically smushed against the window as if the closer he got, the more he would be able to see.

Luna, who was seated next to Jeonghan by the window, mirrored Dokyeom’s action, leaning in as she cupped her hands around her face in an attempt to block out the reflection. But instead of a view of Rome, all she saw was her own faint reflection staring back at her. Between the nighttime darkness and the bus’s heavily tinted windows, the outside world was completely invisible to them.

“It’s practically a mirror,” Luna noted with a small chuckle, giving up on trying to see outside and instead using the window’s reflection to fix her hair. She fluffed up her strands, tucking a few pieces behind her ear before turning her attention back to the lit interior of the bus.

[Uses it as mirror]

Slowly, the initial excitement of arrival began to settle down, and the members fell into their own quiet activities as the journey continued. Some scrolled through their phones, thumbs lazily flicking across the screens, while others engaged in hushed conversations, their voices blending into the soft hum of the engine. A few members, exhausted from the long day, had already dozed off, their heads lolling against the seats or resting on each other’s shoulders.

In their own little world, Luna had rested her head on Jeonghan’s shoulder, her body comfortably curled up against him as the steady motion of the bus lulled her into a peaceful state. Her fingers absentmindedly reached for Jeonghan’s hand, tracing small, invisible patterns over his skin before she started playing with the silver rings adorning his fingers. She twisted them gently, rolling them up and down before slipping them off entirely, trying them on her own fingers just to see how they fit.

Jeonghan allowed her to do whatever she pleased, his arm resting relaxed on his lap as he silently watched her with a lazy grin. He found it amusing how she entertained herself so easily, her curiosity evident in the way she examined each ring before returning it to its rightful place.

Then, an idea crossed his mind.

Without a word, Jeonghan gently took Luna’s hand in his, flipping it open so her palm faced upward. His fingers lightly brushed against her skin as he started tracing something with deliberate strokes.

Luna, quick to catch on, didn’t pull away. Instead, she glanced up at him with intrigue, her eyes twinkling with curiosity. “Is it a word or a drawing?” she asked softly.

“A word,” Jeonghan replied smoothly, the corners of his lips tugging into a teasing smirk.

Luna hummed, her brows furrowing slightly in concentration. “Write it again.”

Jeonghan obeyed, his finger gliding across her palm with feather-light precision, forming the same letters once more.

Luna’s lips parted as she concentrated. “Hmm… Is it ‘Rome’?” she guessed, tilting her head.

Jeonghan shook his head. “Wrong. Try again.”

Luna pouted slightly, pretending to be deeply offended by his rejection. “At least give me a hint!”

“No hints,” Jeonghan teased. “You’re smart, aren’t you?”

Luna huffed dramatically. “Fine, fine. Let me think.” She closed her eyes for a second before opening them again as he write it again. “Is it ‘sleep’?”

Jeonghan chuckled. “Close, but no.”

Luna groaned. “Okay, just tell me—”

“Nope. One more guess.”

She squinted at him suspiciously before turning her attention back to her hand, trying to recall the exact movement of his tracing. “Oh! Is it ‘tired’?”

Jeonghan’s grin widened. “Bingo.”

Luna smirked triumphantly. “See? Smart.”

“Barely,” Jeonghan teased, earning a playful shove from her.

Now it was her turn.

Luna took Jeonghan’s hand, flipping it over in the same manner he had done to hers. She gave him a knowing look before dragging her finger across his palm, forming a slow, deliberate pattern.

Jeonghan, eyes locked onto her face, waited until she finished before guessing. “Is it ‘Luna’?”

She scoffed. “You think I’m that predictable?”

Jeonghan smirked. “I mean, you love me. I wouldn’t be surprised.”

Luna rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress her smile. “Wrong. Try again.”

Jeonghan tilted his head, closing his eyes as if that would somehow help him recall the movement more clearly. “Ah… is it ‘cute’?”

Luna raised an eyebrow. “Are you complimenting yourself?”

Jeonghan grinned. “I was referring to you, obviously.”

She sighed exaggeratedly. “Wrong.”

Jeonghan tapped his chin. “Then… ‘sleepy’?”

Luna’s eyes twinkled as she clicked her tongue. “Ding ding ding! We have a winner!”

“I knew it.” Jeonghan smirked. “You’re always sleepy, Nana-ya.”

“And you always look tired, so we’re even.”

[The ‘I’m tired, I’m sleepy’ counter: 2]

Jeonghan let out a dramatic sigh. “It’s hard work being this handsome.”

Luna snorted. “You mean, it’s hard work being this annoying.”

They continued taking turns, lost in their own bubble, whispering and teasing each other in the dimly lit bus.

Jeonghan’s next turn had Luna stumped for a bit before she finally guessed “sleepyhead,” correctly accusing him of drawing letters differently to confuse her.

Luna’s next turn had Jeonghan blinking at his palm, completely lost before she smugly revealed it was “cheat.”

And finally, Jeonghan’s last turn.

He took his time, making sure to write slowly and carefully this time. He watched Luna’s face, waiting for her reaction.

The moment he finished tracing, Luna’s eyes widened. A second later, she turned to look at him, a knowing smile tugging at her lips.

“Really?” she whispered.

Jeonghan shrugged, his expression feigning innocence. “What?”

Luna shook her head, biting her lower lip to suppress the fond grin spreading across her face. “‘143’, huh?”

Jeonghan chuckled, leaning in slightly. “Took you long enough.”

Luna rolled her eyes, but her fingers tightened slightly around his, her warmth lingering. “I knew right away, idiot.”

Jeonghan smirked. “Then why didn’t you say it immediately?”

Luna leaned closer, her voice just a whisper. “Because I wanted to see you get impatient.”

Jeonghan scoffed, amused. “You really are a menace.”

Luna squeezed his hand. “And yet, you love me.”

“Yeah,” Jeonghan admitted without hesitation, his voice soft as he gave her fingers a gentle squeeze back. “I do.”

A few more minutes passed, the bus humming softly beneath them as they rode through the streets of Rome. The city lights flickered outside, casting warm glows on the tinted windows.

The chatter among the members had died down into occasional bursts of laughter or quiet conversations as they settled into the journey

Then, PD Na’s voice crackled through the intercom, snapping everyone back to attention.

“Nana Tour will be arriving at the Colosseum in five minutes.”

Immediately, there was a shift in energy. Some members perked up in their seats, stretching and blinking away sleep, while others eagerly turned towards the windows. This time, the city lights were brighter, allowing them to finally see the world outside their previously pitch-black reflections.

Jun was the first to spot it. “I can see the Colosseum,” he said, pointing excitedly out the window.

A chorus of gasps and exclamations followed as the others pressed closer, their faces nearly squished against the glass.

“Wow.”

“That’s insane.”

“It’s so cool.”

Even the quieter members found themselves marveling at the sight before them.

[Time to get out of the bus]

Finally, the bus pulled to a stop. The members began gathering their things, stretching their limbs before stepping off one by one into the cool Roman night. The moment their feet touched the ground, they were greeted by the towering presence of the Colosseum, illuminated against the dark sky.

Luna stepped out, cradling Cherry the bunny in her arms as she followed behind the others. She tilted her head back to take in the grand structure before her, her eyes widening in awe. “Wow, it’s huge,” she murmured, her voice tinged with amazement.

Beside her, Wonwoo adjusted his glasses as he observed the massive amphitheater. “It feels different after seeing it from down here,” he commented.

PD Na, standing in front of the group with a tour guide flag that proudly read NANA TOUR— just in case anyone got lost, turned to them with a grin. “Isn’t it so cool? This has been here for two thousand years.”

Hoshi, ever the imaginative one, clasped his hands together as if he were seeing something completely different. “If you look at it like this— this is the Olympic Stadium,” he declared confidently.

The group burst into laughter, entertained by Hoshi’s unique perspective as they followed PD Na, who led them closer to the Colosseum’s entrance.

“I just want to walk around. What do I do?” Mingyu sighed dramatically, taking in the vast open space.

From next to him, Luna raised a brow. “We are walking around,” she pointed out, giving him an amused look.

Dokyeom let out a chuckle, shaking his head. “The fact that I’m walking around Rome right now… it’s funny.”

They finally reached a spot near the Colosseum where they could pause and take in the view properly. That was when PD Na turned to them with another announcement. “I think we are each going to film on our own and look around,” he said.

[Photo time]

At that, the members immediately scattered, some pulling out their phones to capture photos and videos while others simply took in the atmosphere with their own eyes.

Luna, like the rest, reached into her pocket and retrieved her phone, angling it up to take a picture of the Colosseum. Just as she was about to snap the shot, Mingyu, who was standing beside her, suddenly chuckled.

“Wow, I left my cell phone.”

[Mingyu’s favorite phrase: “I left…” or “Where is my…]

PD Na, who had clearly heard too many of these confessions from Mingyu throughout the trip, turned to him with exasperation. “What are you doing? How many things are you leaving behind?” he playfully scolded.

Mingyu, ever the carefree giant, simply shrugged. “I am seeing it with my eyes,” he said, as if that was enough justification.

Luna, narrowing her eyes at him, tilted her head. “Left it where? In the bus, right?”

Mingyu let out a sheepish laugh. “Of course, at the bus.”

Luna, unimpressed, gave him a teasing look. “Just making sure. You could have left it on the plane for all we know.”

She shot him a playful smirk before turning on her heel to walk away. But before she could get far, she suddenly felt a weight on her back— a very large, very heavy weight.

“Ya—”

Mingyu had draped himself over her like a giant koala, his long arms wrapping loosely around her neck as if he was waiting for her to carry him like a piggyback ride.

[Gets tackled by a man half her size]

“Stop— Kim Mingyu!”

She squealed, staggering slightly as she tried to balance herself under his weight. His laughter rumbled in her ear as he clung onto her, completely unbothered.

From the side, Jeonghan and Minghao had already reacted, each moving instinctively to grab one of her arms, keeping her steady.

“Ya, Kim Mingyu,” Jeonghan scolded, though his voice held a twinge of amusement.

[Scolded by the vice-leader]

Luna could only struggle, her body slightly hunched forward as Mingyu continued to leech onto her like an overgrown child. “Kim Mingyu, get off! What do you think I am? Do I look like I can carry you?”

Mingyu simply let out another laugh, still not letting go as they waddled forward like an awkwardly fused pair.

Luna let out an exasperated breath, still trying to steady herself as Mingyu remained latched onto her like an overgrown koala. She shot him a glare over her shoulder, her voice sharp yet undeniably amused.

“Kim Mingyu, if you’re going to cling onto me like this, at least do something useful and carry me instead!”

Mingyu, who was still comfortably draped on her back, let out a deep chuckle. Releasing his hold, he slowly peeled himself off of her, standing back to his full height with an amused glint in his eyes.

Then, without a word, he slightly crouched down in front of her, patting his shoulders in invitation.

Luna blinked, her lips parting slightly in surprise before she let out a small huff, but a grin tugged at her lips as she stepped forward. She climbed onto his back, wrapping her arms securely around his neck— one hand gripping her phone while the other still held Cherry the bunny safely between her arm.

[And now she’s happy]

Mingyu’s hands found their place under her legs, his large palms securing her comfortably before he gave a light bounce, adjusting her weight.

“You good?” Mingyu asked, turning his head slightly to check on her.

Luna nodded, shifting slightly. “Yeah, just don’t—”

Before she could finish, Mingyu took off.

“Ya! Kim Mingyu!”

Her startled yelp turned into uncontrollable laughter as Mingyu dashed forward, carrying her closer to the Colosseum. His long strides covered the distance quickly, and before she could even regain her breath, he suddenly started spinning.

[#SaveLuna]

“Oh my god, Gyu— stop! Stop spinning, you maniac!” Luna squealed, tightening her grip around his shoulders.

Mingyu only laughed louder, clearly enjoying the chaos he had created.

Luna, knowing there was no way to stop him with sheer force, resorted to the only logical solution— she smacked the back of his head. “If you trip and fall with me, I’m going to actually kill you.”

Mingyu let out a dramatic groan, still laughing. “Ouch! Violence!” he teased, but he did slow down, eventually coming to a stop as he stood in front of the Colosseum.

Luna exhaled, still catching her breath, before an idea popped into her mind. She lifted her phone and adjusted the angle, preparing to take a picture.

“Don’t drop me, I’m serious, Gyu. I’m going to take a photo,” she warned, her tone shifting into something genuinely serious despite the amusement in her eyes.

Mingyu scoffed, tightening his grip on her legs. “What do you take me for? You’re precious cargo, you know. I’m basically your personal tripod right now.”

[Kim Mingyu the tripod]

Luna laughed at that, shaking her head as she focused her camera. Deciding to trust him completely, she slowly removed her other hand from around his neck, leaving her entirely unsupported except for the firm grip Mingyu had on her legs. Holding her phone with both hands, she framed the shot, her gaze focused on capturing the grand structure before her.

For a moment, she was completely still, trusting Mingyu’s strength as she immersed herself in the view.

But that moment of peace was short-lived.

Jeonghan, who had been watching from the side with his usual mix of fondness and exasperation, immediately moved behind her. Without hesitation, he placed a firm palm on her back, his touch grounding.

“Ya, Bae Jiyeon– tsk.”

The sharp yet affectionate sound of his tongue clicking had Luna turning her head, her expression immediately shifting into a sheepish smile as she met his unimpressed gaze.

[Scolded by the vice-leader pt. 2]

And just like that, her reckless fun had been caught red-handed.

Jeonghan’s unimpressed gaze remained locked on Luna, his dark eyes carrying the weight of a silent scolding. He didn’t even need to say anything— the look alone was enough to make it clear that he was not amused by what she had just done.

Feeling the heat of his stare, Luna quickly wrapped her arms around Mingyu’s neck again, as if that would somehow protect her from Jeonghan’s impending lecture. But the moment Mingyu caught sight of Jeonghan’s expression, his instincts for self-preservation kicked in.

Without hesitation, he let go of her legs and gently set her down, stepping back as if he had never been involved in any of this. His hands shot up in surrender, and he took a few cautious steps away. “Okay, yeah, you two can deal with that. I was never here.”

Luna turned to glare at him. “Traitor.”

Mingyu only grinned sheepishly before making a quick escape, leaving Luna alone to face Jeonghan. She turned back to him, her lips forming a small pout before she took a step closer, wrapping her arms around his waist in an attempt to soften him up.

“Sorry.” Her voice was small, almost childlike, as she rested her forehead against his chest.

Jeonghan let out a deep sigh, his irritation melting away as he felt her warmth against him. He raised a hand to gently smooth over her hair, his fingers carding through the soft strands.

“Be careful, please.” His voice was softer now, the warning laced with nothing but concern.

Luna nodded obediently, pulling back to give him a small smile before they resumed walking, taking in the beauty of the Colosseum while the other members scattered in different directions, capturing their own moments. Some were snapping photos, some were simply standing still, absorbing the view, and others—like Mingyu— were probably still running away from Jeonghan’s wrath.

As they strolled through the historic site, Jeonghan suddenly let out a sigh. “I’m tired.”

Luna, who had been glancing around, hummed in agreement. “Me too… I really want to sleep.”

[The ‘I’m tired, I’m sleepy’ counter: 3]

Then, as if a switch had been flipped, her exhaustion was momentarily forgotten, her eyes lighting up with excitement. She tugged on Jeonghan’s hand eagerly.

“Take a photo of me here, Hannie, please.”

Jeonghan didn’t protest, simply holding out his hand as Luna eagerly handed him her phone. She positioned herself in front of the Colosseum at a spot she liked, adjusting her posture before striking a pose.

Jeonghan crouched down, angling the phone to get the perfect shot. He moved slightly, tilting the phone to find the best perspective, his gaze focused entirely on capturing her in the best light.

Just as Luna shifted, assuming she was done, Jeonghan held up a hand to stop her.

“Stay there, Nana-ya,” His voice was firm yet casual, his eyes still locked onto the screen.

Luna blinked but complied, watching as Jeonghan smoothly pulled out his own phone, switching from photographer to personal paparazzi. He snapped a few more shots, his sharp gaze ensuring each one was perfect before he finally lowered his phone and looked at her.

“Pretty girl.”

The simple compliment caught Luna off guard, and she felt warmth creep up her neck. She quickly glanced away, her cheeks slightly flushed— but before she could recover, her eyes landed on Joshua.

Excited, she grabbed Jeonghan’s hand. “Joshie! Can you take a photo of me and Han, please?”

She handed Joshua her phone, which he accepted without hesitation, a knowing smile playing on his lips as he watched the two of them move closer together. The couple posed comfortably, Jeonghan standing next to her while Luna leaned in slightly, their expressions relaxed as Joshua took a few shots.

Once the quick photo session was over, they thanked Joshua and moved towards the group, reuniting with the rest of the members.

As they neared the Colosseum wall, Jeonghan suddenly made his intentions clear.

“I am going to touch the Colosseum and go.”

Without waiting, he reached out, pressing his palm against the ancient stone surface, nodding as if he had just completed a great achievement.

Dokyeom, who had been nearby, immediately followed suit, mirroring Jeonghan’s action. “How is it? Hand that touched the Colosseum?” he asked, grinning.

Luna chuckled at their antics, quickly snapping a picture of the two of them before her gaze shifted to another scene— Hoshi, crouched down, reaching for the ground with great enthusiasm.

“The Colosseum ground.” Hoshi declared dramatically, as if touching it held some deep historical significance.

[The tiger is pawing the ground]

Luna giggled, lifting her phone to capture the moment. “You guys…” she trailed off, shaking her head fondly as she continued filming their antics.

As the group remained caught up in their own fun, Luna walked ahead, taking more photos on her phone. She was too focused on capturing the scenery to notice that Jeonghan, instead of walking beside her, had slowed his pace. His phone was lifted in her direction, quietly taking pictures of her as she moved.

Her back was to him, her form bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun, completely unaware that he was documenting her existence in the most candid way possible.

Soon, she found herself nearing Minghao, who was sitting on one of the steps, his eyes fixed on the view in comfortable silence. Without a word, Luna moved to sit next to him, mirroring his posture as she let the peaceful moment sink in.

Her gaze drifted back to the group, just in time to see Dokyeom lying fully on the ground as Joshua stood over him, taking a photo.

Luna raised an eyebrow but couldn’t help but smile. This was exactly what a SEVENTEEN trip looked like— pure, chaotic fun in the most ridiculous ways possible.

[Only SEVENTEEN]

Luna had been watching them but as she giggled at the scene, an idea suddenly sparked in her mind. Her eyes widened slightly, and she clutched Cherry— the cherry red plushie she had been carrying around all day— before quickly standing up.

Without a word, she moved closer to the Colosseum, scanning for the perfect spot. Finding a small, clean patch of ground near the base of the ancient structure, she gently set Cherry down, adjusting the plushie’s position as if it were a real person.

Taking a few steps back, she crouched down with precise focus, her phone angled carefully in her hands.

[Strike a pose and Vogue]

She had promised Seungcheol that Cherry would take his place first while he was back in Korea, and she intended to fulfill that promise properly.

The plushie sat proudly in front of the Colosseum, looking oddly regal despite its small size. Luna tilted her head, making sure the framing was just right, before snapping a few pictures. Then, unsatisfied, she shuffled slightly to the left, adjusted Cherry’s posture, and took a few more.

[Her own muse]

She was so engrossed in her mission that she didn’t notice the members slowly gathering a few feet away. One by one, they huddled around Hoshi, who was now holding his phone, an idea of their own forming.

“What time is it in Korea right now?” Dino asked, tilting his head.

“Six in the morning,” Jeonghan answered smoothly, barely needing to think.

“Coups must be tired,” Dino said, a hint of sympathy in his voice.

But instead of leaving their leader to rest, Hoshi’s finger hovered over the screen, dialing Seungcheol. They all leaned in, eyes fixed on the phone, waiting for him to pick up.

“It’s funny if he picks up at this time,” Jeonghan remarked, smirking slightly.

“I think he might pick up,” Dino countered, glancing at the screen expectantly.

And after just a few seconds— against all odds— the familiar face of Choi Seungcheol appeared on the screen.

“He picked up,” a few of them chorused in shock, their voices overlapping in disbelief.

“Hyung!” Dino called out excitedly.

“We came to the Colosseum,” Hoshi added quickly, flipping the camera to show the grand structure behind them.

On the screen, Seungcheol was barely awake, his eyes squinting as he adjusted to the brightness from the phone. He blinked a few times, his gaze darting around to take in all of the members who had gathered.

[The has been woken]

And then, his tired brain seemed to register something— or other, someone— was missing.

“Where is Jiyeonie?” was the first thing he mumbled, his voice groggy but immediately concerned.

The members froze for a second, glancing among themselves as if suddenly realizing she wasn’t part of their little huddle.

Then, like a slow-motion scene in a comedy film, their heads turned in sync toward the side, where Luna was still busy crouched down, snapping pictures of Cherry with intense concentration.

[Peek-a-boo]

“Aigo… noona…” Seungkwan chuckled, shaking his head.

“She’s…” Mingyu started, but laughter overtook him before he could finish his sentence.

Hoshi chuckled as he flipped the camera towards Luna, capturing her completely oblivious to their antics. “Our Jiyeonie is busy,” he narrated dramatically, making the others snicker.

S.Coups let out a deep sigh on the other end, rubbing his face. “Don’t lose her,” he muttered as if he were scolding a bunch of irresponsible babysitters.

[The second time they lose her today]

At that, Jeonghan, who had been watching with amusement, finally decided to call her over. “Nana-ya!”

Luna looked up immediately at the sound of Jeonghan’s voice, her large doe eyes blinking in curiosity. She clearly hadn’t noticed that the entire group had gathered without her, nor did she seem to care. But the moment she spotted Seungcheol’s sleepy face on the screen, her entire expression lit up.

Grabbing Cherry with both hands, she shot up from her crouched position and practically skipped towards them, squealing, “Coupsie!” as she joined the huddle.

Seungcheol gave a small wave, still looking half-asleep. “Is it fun?” he asked, now that their chaotic group was finally complete.

“We came to the Colosseum. Do you see that behind us?” Seungkwan said, angling the phone up dramatically to showcase the massive landmark.

“Let’s take a photo,” Hoshi suggested excitedly. He turned the phone to face the crew, who were already in front of them, filming and preparing to take a picture of the whole group now that they had their leader on the call.

“We are together,” Hoshi declared as Seungcheol, still lying in bed, managed a sleepy peace sign. The members all smiled as the camera flash went off.

[Flash! Flash! Flash!]

For a few seconds, the light flickered as the photos were taken, and Luna, arms still loosely wrapped around Jeonghan’s waist, deadpanned, “I’m sure that woke him up.”

[It did]

“My eyes hurt,” S.Coups groaned, confirming her statement as he blinked rapidly to adjust.

Once they were done, they thanked the crew for taking the picture, laughter still lingering in the air as they continued speaking to their leader.

Hoshi turned the camera around, his hand steady as he positioned the phone to showcase the grandeur of the Colosseum. “Should I show you the Colosseum?” he asked, his voice carrying a hint of excitement as he prepared to act as Seungcheol’s personal tour guide despite the limitations of a phone screen.

On the other end, Seungcheol, still groggy from being woken up, blinked at the sudden movement of the screen. His voice was low and drowsy as he mumbled, “Yes, show me.”

Hoshi enthusiastically flipped the camera, angling it so that the full scope of the Colosseum was in view, but even through the screen, it was clear that the sheer scale of the monument couldn’t be captured properly. The members, who had gathered around to watch, hummed in agreement.

“But… it won’t capture it on the screen,” Woozi pointed out, tilting his head as he observed the way the structure shrank in comparison to its real-life magnitude.

“The marvelousness won’t get captured,” Wonwoo agreed, his eyes narrowing as he analyzed the video feed.

[The camera doesn’t do it justice]

Seungcheol, despite his sleepy state, managed to process the scene before him and let out a soft hum before remarking, “‘Super’ MV… it looks like the ‘Super’ MV set.”

The members chuckled at the unexpected comparison, and Hoshi, ever the enthusiastic one, nodded in agreement. “It’s big, right?” he said, his voice filled with awe.

Seungcheol hummed again in response, but before he could say anything more, Luna, who had been quietly watching, leaned closer to the phone, concern laced in her voice.

“Coupsie, you should sleep more,” she said softly. Then, with a playful but gentle touch, she cupped the phone with both hands as if shielding her words from the rest of the members— though, of course, they all heard her anyway. She whispered, “Don’t worry, like I promised… I’ll take you here when you’re better.”

[That’s a promise]

The warmth in her voice made Seungcheol’s groggy features soften further, a small fond smile tugging at his lips as he gazed at her through the screen.

It was a promise he knew she would keep.

Luna then pulled away and waved at him with a bright, reassuring smile. “Sleep well, Coupsie.”

Seungcheol, despite his exhaustion, lifted a lazy hand and waved in response. “Mm.”

“Yes, Coups. Good night,” Hoshi added, waving at the screen before turning the phone to show the other members, who were all gathered around, sending their own waves and goodnights. Seungcheol waved back, albeit sluggishly, before he finally ended the call, his screen going dark.

[Good night]

The moment the call ended, Jeonghan, who had been waiting for the perfect opportunity to make his declaration, clapped his hands together, his tone decisive. “Okay! Let’s film reels and go!”

Luna giggled at how clear it was that Jeonghan wanted nothing more than to get to bed. His energy, which had been somewhat sustained by the excitement of the trip, was now rapidly depleting, and she could tell he was ready to collapse at any given moment.

“Members, please all come here,” Seungkwan called out, taking charge as the group began assembling in front of the Colosseum.

They linked arms, forming a straight line, their movements slightly sluggish from exhaustion but still full of enthusiasm for the final task before they could officially call it a night.

“What are we doing?” Luna asked, confused but still following along, slotting herself between Hoshi and Jun as she linked arms with them.

“We are gonna lean and fall down,” Mingyu explained, motioning with his free arm to demonstrate what they were about to do.

It took Luna a second to process before realization dawned on her. “Ah…” she nodded in understanding. They were about to do the viral trend where they all leaned and fell sideways, creating a seamless transition to another location in their video.

[Trendy SEVENTEEN]

As the crew positioned themselves to film, some members took the time to ensure everyone knew exactly what needed to be done. Amidst the light chatter, Luna glanced down at Cherry, still held securely in her hand. Without hesitation, she took the plushie’s small arms and looped one through hers before turning to Hoshi and offering him Cherry’s other arm.

[Hello!]

Hoshi, instead of questioning it, simply looked down at her with a fond smile before linking his own arm with the plushie’s, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. He understood without words— Luna was a woman of her word. Cherry would take Seungcheol’s place for this entire trip, just as she had promised their leader.

“Remember this spot right now,” Hoshi reminded them, knowing that they’d have to replicate the exact setup in another location for the transition to work smoothly.

The members murmured the names of the people beside them under their breaths, making mental notes to ensure they stood in the same order later.

Then, Hoshi, taking the lead as the performance leader of the moment. “Guys, we’ll go after three. Let’s fall after three,” he instructed, making sure everyone was ready.

A small pause settled over them before he counted down. “1… 2… 3… let’s go…”

In perfect synchronization, they all leaned to the left, tipping over as if being caught in a wave before catching themselves at the last second. The camera captured it all smoothly, sealing the moment for their content.

“Okay, let’s go,” PD Na announced, satisfied with the take.

[On to the Airbnb]

“Let’s go,” Jeonghan immediately echoed, his voice filled with relief.

“Let’s go home,” Minghao followed up, his tone just as exhausted.

“Yes… finally,” Luna sighed dramatically, her voice filled with longing as she practically skipped forward, catching up to Jeonghan, who was leading the group alongside PD Na. They were right at the front, practically glued to the staff members directing them back to their transport.

The excitement of the trip was still there, but at that moment, it was overshadowed by the undeniable exhaustion creeping into their bones. It felt like they had been traveling for twenty-four hours straight. Maybe they actually had— from Tokyo to Korea, then to Italy. The time zones were blurring together.

Jeonghan and Luna, the self-proclaimed sleep bunnies, were ready to crash.

Tomorrow, they would wake up rejuvenated, ready to fully immerse themselves in the experience. But for now… they just needed to recharge… if PD Na would let them…

[To be continued in Clip 1-4]

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[hishumanbellestories]

Moonlight Temptation.

An idea of ​​the adorable @jeannyjaykaydeh! ♡ I hope I've done justice to the idea.

Happy reading!

⛔ minors not allowed! ⛔ ⚠️explicit sex scenes ⚠️oral sex (received and given) ⚠️p in v ⚠️creampie

The streets of Pentagram City stretched before them in a web of neon lights and shadows, the air thick with the scent of sin and smoke. The night was alive with murmurs of the damned, the flickering hum of distant jazz, and the occasional scream from some poor soul meeting their end in an alley. There was something in the air, something you didn't understand what it belonged to. Like a dissolved spell… this thick scent expanded to streets, reaching your nostrils and penetrating your skin. But none of it mattered—not when Alastor walked beside you, his grin sharp, his eyes burning with something unreadable.

There was a certain thrill in being near him, in the way his energy crackled against the air, unseen but felt. A walking enigma, a gentleman of another era, yet undeniably a monster underneath. And yet, tonight, there was something different about him.

"What a charming evening for a stroll, wouldn't you say?" Alastor's voice was honeyed mischief, his cadence almost sing-song as he twirled his cane.

"Charming? In this hellhole?" you scoffed, but there was a smile in your voice.

"Ah-ha! Precisely! The best kind of charm, my dear!" he chuckled, his crimson gaze lingering on you just a second too long. His grin almost predatory.

The weight of his attention burned like a brand.

You didn't know when the shift happened—when the easy banter turned into something else, something heavier.

Maybe it was the way his fingers brushed your wrist as he gestured animatedly, or the way his voice had dipped, velvet-smooth, when he whispered something teasing into your ear.

Or maybe it was the way you looked at him.

Whatever it was, it had you both stopping in the middle of the street, caught in a current neither of you had been prepared for.

A second passed.

Then another.

Then—

Alastor moved.

One step.

Then another.

And suddenly, you were in an alleyway, back pressed against the cool brick, his towering frame caging you in.

"Do you have any idea," he murmured, his voice a caress laced with something darker, "how irresistible you are?"

Your breath hitched. His gloved hands hovered near your waist, trembling with restraint.

He wanted to devour you. You could see it in his eyes, in the way his grin twitched at the edges, barely holding together. He was starving. And for once in his damned existence, it wasn’t for blood, nor for flesh.

It was for YOU.

The city roared behind you, oblivious to the storm of hunger crackling in this tiny, forgotten corner of the underworld.

Then his lips ghosted over your throat, not quite touching—just the whisper of a presence, a promise of something devastating if you just leaned in.

"Alastor," you breathed.

And that was all it took.

With a growl of surrender, his hands finally claimed you, his grip firm, unyielding, as he pressed you fully against the wall covered in creeping ivy, his breath hot against your skin. His body was solid, caging, a force of nature barely restrained.

The world spun. Heat coiled. And for the first time, you felt what it was like to be truly caught in his grasp.

In a very quick movement, his hand was on your neck. At first he wrapped his hand around the circle of your neck, squeezing, but not causing pain. Just enough to feel your heartbeat throbbing under his fingertips. And then… he loosened his grip, sliding underneath, caressing your slightly exposed chest and feeling the heat you radiated. With one of his claws, he traced the path of the buttons, popping them off...

... one

by

one.

Until the blouse opened because of your ample breasts.

"Gorgeous. You're so…", he didn't finish the sentence, he threw himself towards you, devouring you with a kiss.

It wasn't sweet.

It wasn't gentle.

It was hungry and without resistance.

Alastor wanted you, your scent driving him crazy. His eyes were closed as your salivas joined in a dance of intimacy, his tongue intertwining and caressing yours, while with one hand he held your waist and with the other he teased your nipple. It was him who broke the kiss. His face slightly red, saliva hanging from his lower lip. "Would you do something for me?" he asked, gasping. "What?" you stammered in shock at what was happening. His body pressed against yours. "Touch yourself," he said in a firm voice, stopping to breathe, his eyes fixed on yours, shining. "Touch yourself for me, hm?" he said, taking your chin between his fingers, barely touching your jaw. Then he took your hand, and brought it under, near your pussy. His fingers gently took your index and middle fingers, placing them on your clit. "Touch yourself like this, and imagine me doing it," he said moving your fingers in circles, then moving his fingers away, the imprint of his fingers still on yours. The contrast burned.

You started panting at his request. "Alast—", your cheeks flushed red. "Mmmh", he panted as he came closer to you, panting in your ear and inhaling the scent of your hair, sinking inside. His body pressed closer to yours, he positioned himself at the side of your thigh and you could feel his hardened cock. His face was now on your neck which he began to lick very slowly, breathing on it causing deep shivers to penetrate your brain. "Alastor—", you panted.

One of his hands took your other hand and directed it towards his cock, making it rub against the fabric of his pants. His breathing was getting faster and faster, and all the while he kept his eyes fixed on yours. It was only then that he opened his pants and pulled out his cock, already twitching.

While with your hand you started to take it and move it back and forth along its entire length, applying a light pressure while you felt its shape and veins swell.

While you masturbated him and gained speed, he moved with you, swaying his hips in your hand.

"You…", he said panting. "Don't stop", his hands held your cheeks anchored to him, while his mouth desperately searched for yours, wanting to lose himself in you, in your taste, in your intimacy.

His hips were still swaying, until he suddenly stopped. His eyes flashing with excitement. He slowly sinks to his knees before you, his hands rested on your hips possessively, while his teeth slid your panties down your legs, his breath hot against your core.

He leans in, his tongue flicking out to tease your clit. A jolt of pleasure shoots through you, and you grasp his horns for support, your nails digging into the smooth bone, his deer-like ears twitch atop his head betraying his excitement. Alastor chuckles darkly, the vibration sending delicious waves through your sensitive flesh.

"Mine. You're mine," he murmurs, before diving in with gusto. His tongue explores every inch of you, circling your entrance before plunging inside. He laps at you hungrily, his pace increasing as he senses your growing arousal.

Alastor's tongue delves deeper, his movements becoming more urgent as he devours you. His gloved hands knead your ass, pulling you closer to his face. The rough fabric of his gloves contrasts sharply with the smooth, velvety texture of his tongue, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through your veins. He sucks your clit between his lips, his tongue flicking back and forth over the sensitive bud. Your hips buck against his mouth, desperate for more friction. Alastor growls in approval, the vibrations adding another layer to the intense sensations overwhelming your body. His fingers join his tongue, sliding in and out of you in a relentless rhythm. He curls them just right, hitting that perfect spot that makes your vision blur. Tears of ecstasy prick at the corners of your eyes as he pushes you closer and closer to the edge.

"That's it, come for me, my love", he said painting.

Alastor rises to his feet, his lips glistening with your juices from the orgasm before.

Alastor gently turns you around, his touch surprisingly tender as he positions you on the wall. He leans over you, his chest pressing against your back, and nuzzles your neck affectionately.

"You're so beautiful like this," he murmurs, his voice soft and filled with admiration. He enters you slowly, his hips moving in a gentle, rolling motion. His hands caress your sides, your hips, your breasts, worshipping your body with each loving touch. Alastor kisses your shoulder delicately, tracing pleasant paths of kisses. Along the path he stops at your neck, kissing and biting softly, marking you as his. He whispers sweet nothings in your ear as he makes love to you.

"You're so damn mine," he breathes, his pace steady and deliberate.

Alastor's movements become more passionate, his thrusts growing deeper and more urgent. He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you back against him with each thrust. His other hand tangles in your hair, gently tilting your head to the side so he can kiss and nip at your neck. The dual sensations of his hard length filling you and his lips on your skin send shivers of pleasure through your entire body.

You never wanted to stop, you desperately wanted it.

You wanted him.

You were a mess of gasps and screams of pleasure.

"Come with me," he pants against your ear, his voice thick with desire. "I want to feel you fall apart in my arms," he says whispering your name.

Alastor's thrusts become more erratic, his grip on your hips tightening as he nears his own release. He reaches around to massage your clit, his touch firm and insistent. The combination of sensations proves too much, and you cry out as your orgasm crashes over you, your inner walls clamping down around him.

"Yes, just like that," he groans, his movements growing more frantic. With a final thrust, he buries himself deep inside you, his own release pulsing hot and thick within your depths. "Fuck, I love you!" he whispers, collapsing onto your back and wrapping his arms around you tightly.

You didn’t know how much time passed. Minutes? Hours? A lifetime?

By the time reason returned to you, your pulse was wild, your lips tingling, and Alastor…

... Alastor was watching you.

His grin softens, a hint of tenderness creeping into his expression as he notices the mess coating your thighs. With a gentle motion, he pulls out of you, his cock glistening with a mixture of your combined fluids. He retrieves his signature handkerchief from his pocket—a rich, burgundy silk with intricate black embroidery—and holds it out to you, his clawed fingers brushing yours as you take it.

"Here, my dear," he murmurs, his voice a low, soothing rumble.

"Let me take care of you. A gentleman should always ensure his dear is… presentable," he said, amusement threading through his voice.

You exhaled a laugh, breathless. "You're impossible."

"Ah, but you adore that about me, don't you?"

You took the handkerchief, your fingers brushing his. He lingered for just a moment longer, watching you intently as you clean yourself, his gaze lingering on the creamy streaks of his cum that cling to your skin. There's a possessive glint in his crimson eyes, a silent claim staking his territory. His eyes filled with a hunger that promised this would not be the last time. After you cleaned yourself, Alastor came closer, brushing your flesh with his gloved claws. He slowly pulled up your panties, smiling mischievously at you and, as you stepped back into the neon-lit streets, one thing was certain:

Pentagram City had never felt so dangerous.

Not when he was looking at you like that.

[jeynearrynofthevale]

What are you even supposed to do in this scenario?

[dmitriene]

cw: visions of predator prey, innocence kink?

halloween with simon riley where you dress like an adorable red riding hood, it was a quick enough choice of costume, especially since simon doesn't really like to dress up, his work in the army is enough for him, so when you offered him to transform into a werewolf, which only requires a simple outfit, as well as already buyed ears and a tail, he didn't refuse.

he ain't a man that needs to play the role of a predator, he is one himself, the acting of a big, bad wolf coming to him naturally, greedy, opaque darkness of his eyes hides behind the mask and the sweep of his framing eyelashes, glancing at the flutter the little hem of your dress does, gentle, autumn breeze outside seems to be playing with your outfit under simon's gaze.

simon acts patiently in front of the public, clawed hands tugging at the fabric of his trousers all the time he's behind you, watching you just enjoy an easy walk, handing out sweets from a couple of bags that you just recently bought to the kids running by, smiling at them wide and sweet, giggling when they look warily behind your back, whispering about a scary man that stands there.

you lean a little lower to whisper in their ears that he's not a danger to them, because you were able to tame this wolf, and you're right, because all simon is focusing on right now is the way your breasts are squished together, visible from behind the round neckline decorated with ruffles, giving you an even more innocent look, and this time, his cock does throbs in the confiness of the pants, straining against his muscular, bulging thigh.

simon shows you exactly what a good wolf he is, pressing his sharp, drooling maw in the crook of your neck, huffing in your scent, a real dog, pounding in your pussy with deep, deliberate pumps of hips, filling you full, tummy bloating as you squeak hoarsely, pinned down splaying over the sheets, your ass bruised from his sloppy movements, fueled by lustfull ache that makes his fangs close around your pulse point, skin sensitive and thrumming wild, your gooey walls clutching his engorged cock tight.

you open your mouth obediently for him when he sticks a tongue in, licking over your teeth's, enjoying every little mewl and keen that pours out from your slack lips, his vulnerable, innocent girl, soppy hole stuffed full of him, milking the pulsing girth that jams against your spongy spot precisely, trembling legs giving out beneath you, leaving you jolting on the bed and accepting everything simon gives you.

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[beautysamour]

miguel accidentally overstimulating himself not realizing that his breeding kink kicked in 🤲🧎‍♀️

overstimulation with miguel o’hara ❤︎

— a/n: oh my

warnings ﾟ𐦍༘⋆: some vulgar language, mentions of having kids during sex

“Mi—Miguel,” you gasp out, wrapping your arms around his neck as he fucks you into the mattress, “‘s—‘s too much? Ah—are you oh—okay?”

You shudder in unison as he pumps another load of his cum into your drenched pussy.

“I’m fi—fine,” he stutters as his dick twitches. It hurts—he’s sensitive—but it’s not enough. He hasn’t given you enough.

A broken mewl escapes you as your head hits the headboard, Miguel tightens his grip around your waist to keep you from slipping off his cock as his hips stutter through his thrusts.

His visions blurs as you clench around his dick—he was surprised he was still able to move.

He chokes when your pussy flutters—the way you clamp down on his dick makes his body go slack and his eyes roll back.

You’re both covered in sweat, and cum, and saliva. You feel hot, the silk bedsheets Miguel bought does nothing to cool you down, and your head is spinning. Your heart pounds in your chest as your body tenses—you were about to cum again, and your pussy wanted to cry.

“Miguel,” you whimper, “‘m close, Miguel, ‘m close,” you whine. His dick deliciously rubs against your walls as he sticks his thumb into your mouth—your head hits the headboard.

“I know mami—me too.” Your head hits the headboard again, “Gotta fill you up again, don’t you want that? Gonna make you feel good, I promise mami, I promise.”

“Mig—“ he pushes his thumb down on your tongue.

“‘m gonna make you feel so good, mami,” he starts to babble, “Gonna feel so good.”

Somehow every movement he made was even more intense, you could feel every vein, every twitch, every—everything. He became more precise, every thrust ended with him hitting your g—spot, you were never sure if that was going to be the moment you came.

“Miguel—,” you babble, sucking his thumb. “‘m gonna cum, right there Miguel, I’m gonna—“

His thrusts became erratic, the feeling of your warm pussy engrains itself in his memory.

He’d definitely be going back to this memory.

“Wait for me mami, I’m almost there too,” he grabs one of your hands, bringing it close to his mouth, and he presses his lips against your wrist. “Gonna make you a mother, yeah?”

You bite his thumb.

He presses a hand against your stomach as the bed creaks, “Make me a father?”

His hips stutter as you moan around his thumb.

You avoid eye contact as he leans over you, the pure devotion in his eyes makes you feel tingles in your stomach—and make you feel even more of that in your pussy.

“Look at me when you come mami, pl—please. Need you too.”

You didn’t expect it to happen that quickly when you looked at him.

Miguel looks down at you with lust blown eyes, his hair drops down from his face, and his mouth hangs open—the hand holding your wrist shaking. He slowly thrusts into you as he came inside you—your own cum mixed with his leaking around his dick.

His chest goes up and down as he heavily breathes—fuck was he beautiful as always.

He dips his head pressing a quick sloppy kiss onto your lips, “You’re leaking.”

You laugh, “It’s your fault.”

You expect him to laugh, to take it as a joke and then pick you up to go take a relaxing bath and cuddle for the rest of night—but he doesn’t.

“Oh,” he purrs, “Well, I should fix my mistake, shouldn’t I?”

He drops your wrist and focuses on your left boob, he pinches your nipple—you moan softly.

You wince in unison when he starts to move his hips again, his free hand trailing down to your waist from your stomach, “Ha—have to make sure none of my cum goes to waste, right mami? Can’t risk you not getting pregnant.”

Tears weld in his eyes, your pussy hurts as you pulse around him. He lets out a weak breath, “You want me to cum in you again, right?”

Your head hits the headboard once more as he thrusts get stronger.

It hurts, you’re too sensitive, and you’re positive he is too—yet he’s right. You do want that, you want him.

With a broken, hoarse voice, you say “Yes.”

[monstersholygrail]

In a Free Use City, your knowledge on the subject of your job isn’t always what’s most important. And in your case, it’s the least important. You were actually known as quite a ditz in the Free Use City Offices.

You worked in the tech department surrounded by a bunch of hot and nerdy guys who spoke in yours you couldn’t even begin to understand. You were just happy to be there and they were happy to ogle you and press against you whenever you asked for their help with any simple task.

They thought they had the upper hand on you, thinking they were so clever. But you had them all on a leash. An entire department at your disposal to give you pleasure whenever you wanted.

Your favorite man to bother was IT Robot. He got his work done fast and spent the rest of the day goofing off. The easy air around him made him approachable and the way all his shirts fit snugly against his bulging pecs made you drip with need.

You can’t help but spare him another glance before hesitantly returning your gaze to your own computer, the screen filled with the program you still haven’t figured out. Great, now you were confused and horny.

“Need me for something?” IT Robot’s voice suddenly purrs into your ears. His steel-like grip grabbing onto your plush hips and pulling you back into his hard chest.

His body molds to yours so perfectly it has you tingling all over. Arousal gushing and soaking through your panties. He turns you on so bad even when he barely did anything but it was like your body was out of control. As if it could be programmed just for him when he was the robot.

“Help… I hurt,” you say with a pout, your mind turning to complete mush whenever you’re around him.

IT Robot flashes you with that charming lopsided smile of his, heavily amused by the puddle you melt into whenever he talks to you.

“Where does it hurt, huh? It hurt here?”

He caresses your soft belly with an appreciation that borders on worship before one hand slips beneath your skirt, nuzzling his fingers between your soaked folds.

“Or here?” He asks while the other gives a little pat on your head.

A low whine escapes your lips as he rolls his fingers over your clit, your hips jerking into the touch. And that’s all it takes to have IT Robot plunging three of his fingers deep into your cunt, making you gasp and tremble in his arms.

“That’s what I thought… Don’t worry your pretty little head, I’ll fix the issue right away. It’s what I do after all.”

Your vision blurs as you dive into the pleasure head first. Choking out harsh moans as IT Robot’s fingers move inside you with precision like he has an entire map of your pretty pussy printed in his head. His fingers move in a blur as they pump themselves inside you, hitting all the right places that have you seeing stars. Each curl of his fingers sends your pussy fluttering and clenching down around him.

“Squeeze me tight, honey, ngh c’mon! Don’t think about a thing, just focus on being my pretty baby. My good girl.”

His words send the last thoughts in your head flying out the window, reducing you to nothing but his perfect little fuck toy. Your body relaxes without having to worry about a thing, allowing the ecstasy to overwhelm you.

IT Robot chuckles again as that fucked out expression fills your features. He flattens his palm so that it rubs hard against your clit with every snap of his fingers. With a few quick movements it has you falling over the edge and exploding all over his hand. Your vision flashes white as your orgasm rolls through you and you can’t find the strength to move any of your limbs after.

But that’s alright, IT Robot will take care of you, his fingers slipping out of your pulsing cunt with a pop, and giving your temple a soft kiss. He doesn’t bother cleaning up his hand dripping with your cum as he starts typing on your computer, solving the issue with the program you were using, and successfully helping you with both your aches.

“There, there. I’ve got you, pretty. Just keep feelin’ good. All because of me,” he whispers in your ear. Planning to spend the rest of the day doing all your work for you.

[just-aake]

Flustered Crushes

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: The Black Widow does not get flustered. So why is it that Natasha can’t seem to stop embarrassing herself in front of you?

Warnings: fluff

Words: 2795

At the edge of the bustling hangar bay, Natasha leans against the cold, metallic wall, her arms folded tightly, a faint frown etched across her brow as her sharp gaze observes the scene unfolding before her. 

Near the base of the Quinjet’s ramp, you are engaged in animated conversation with Carol Danvers, who happened to arrive at the compound for a quick visit precisely when you returned from your mission.  

You've been with the Avengers for a few months now, a former SHIELD agent seamlessly adjusting to the team dynamics. 

Over time, you've connected with everyone—including her. 

So, Natasha’s made an extra effort to help you feel welcome. 

Clint often teases her about her behavior, insisting her attentiveness borders on something more personal, something like a…crush. 

Natasha dismisses his comments each time with a roll of her eyes. 

She’s just being nice. 

After all, it's only natural to want a solid, dependable relationship with a new teammate, especially someone she'll be working closely with.

That’s the only reason why she came to greet you when you return from your mission.

At least, that’s what she tells herself as she stands there, alone, on the sidelines…not with you. 

Natasha watches Carol say something that makes you laugh, causing her faint frown to deepen.

The flash of amusement in your eyes as Carol grins back makes Natasha roll her eyes and look away, unable to take the sight anymore as a pang of irritation tightens in her chest.

She tries to shake it off, but it doesn’t disappear.

After all, it’s not like she got here an hour before your scheduled return and waited to see you…just to end up watching as the blonde space beauty swoop in, effortlessly captivating your attention.

Deciding she’s had enough, Natasha pushes herself off the wall, preparing to leave.

However, her abrupt movement catches others around her off guard, and she ends up bumping into a passing cart loaded with tools and equipment. 

A clattering sound echoes across the hangar as wrenches and bolts spill onto the floor. 

Natasha curses softly under her breath, a mix of pain and embarrassment coloring her cheeks as she drops to gather the scattered items, apologizing hastily to the technician she collided with before quickly exiting the area.

In her haste, she doesn’t notice your gaze, the subtle smile tugging at your lips as you follow her with amused eyes, tracking her every flustered move across the hangar bay, even as she slips away without a backward glance.

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

“So, how’s it going with your crush?” Clint asks, a playful glint in his eyes as he watches Natasha.

Natasha shoots him a warning look that would strike fear into the most fearsome of villains.

Without a word, she grabs the coffee pot, filling his mug before pouring some for herself. She replaces the pot with a decisive click.

“There is no crush,” she states firmly, taking a sip as though punctuating her denial.

“Are you sure about that?” Clint asks skeptically before continuing, “Whenever Y/n’s around, it’s like you lose all of your charm and coolness.” 

Natasha gives him an unimpressed glare. 

“Really? Coolness? That’s the best you’ve got?”

Clint smirks, raising his mug in mock salute.

“Ask me again after I finish this coffee.”

She rolls her eyes, holding her mug close, feeling the warm comfort seep into her hands.

Just as she brings it to her lips, the doors swing open, and Tony strolls into the kitchen, spotting them with their drinks. 

“Oh, coffee! Pour me a cup, Romanoff.”

“Pour your own,” Natasha mutters, savoring her next sip. 

Tony feigns hurt, pressing a hand to his chest in mock shock. 

“FRIDAY, remind me, who owns this building?” 

“You do, sir,” the AI replies smoothly. 

Tony gestures upward triumphantly at her before pointing towards the kitchen. 

“So, technically, that machine is mine, the beans are mine, and...oh, right, that pot of coffee is also mine.” 

Natasha rolls her eyes but eventually reaches for the pot, lifting it begrudgingly.

Tony holds out his mug with a victorious grin. 

But just as she hovers the pot above his cup, she stops short.

“A ‘please’ once in a while wouldn’t hurt.”

Tony’s eyes widen, and he gasps in exaggerated disbelief as Natasha raises a brow in expectation.

Huffing, he mutters, “Can I have some coffee, please?”

“See, that wasn’t so hard,” Natasha quips with a smirk, preparing to pour him his coffee.

At that moment, the elevator dings, and the doors slide open to reveal you, fresh from your morning workout, dressed in your training gear.

You walk by the kitchen, spotting the other Avengers gathered around. 

A delighted smile spreads across your face. 

“Ooh, coffee! Can I have some, too?” 

Natasha’s response is instant. 

“Sure, I’ll make you a new pot.” 

Her tone is warmer than usual, surprising even herself.

You beam at her, and Natasha feels herself pause, momentarily captivated by the sight. Distracted, she almost misses your following words. 

“Thanks, Natasha! Let me change, and I’ll be right back.”

You slip through the doors, leaving Natasha blinking, still trying to regain her composure. 

Tony watches with raised eyebrows. 

“Wait a second—she didn’t even say ‘please,’ and you’re making her a whole new pot?”

Natasha’s eyes narrow as she holds the pot just out of reach of Tony’s mug. 

“Do you want coffee or not?” 

Tony grumbles before muttering a grudging “Yes, please.” 

Satisfied, Natasha pours the coffee, keeping her focus steady. 

“Natasha?” your voice catches her off guard, and she glances up to see you poking your head back into the room. 

“Yes?” she replies a little too quickly, immediately focusing on you. 

Both Clint and Tony fall silent, watching the two of you with curious eyes. 

“Steve’s got a mission tomorrow,” you explain. “Would you mind if I train with you in the meantime?”

Natasha’s mind races for a moment before she steadies herself to answer.

“Uh—yeah, sure. Anytime you want.” 

“Great!” you say enthusiastically before glancing worriedly at the counter. “I think that’s enough coffee.” 

Natasha follows your gaze, eyes widening as she realizes Tony’s cup is overflowing, dark liquid pooling across the counter. She yanks the pot away with a muttered curse. 

“Oh sh—!”

Tony steps back just in time, glaring down at his soaked countertop.

“Really, Romanoff? This is a new suit!” 

Rolling her eyes, Natasha grabs paper towels, unruffled by his dramatics. 

“Calm down, it barely even touched you.”

You let out a small laugh. 

“I’ll be right back,” you say, shooting her a smile as you exit.

“Okay,” Natasha murmurs, her attention lingering on the door.

Clint chuckles as he takes another sip, eyeing her knowingly. 

“You’re right, Nat. It’s not a crush,” he says, leaning back with a smirk. “It’s way worse.”

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

Natasha flashes one of her most charming smiles, leaning just slightly forward as the receptionist fumbles through her files, cheeks tinged with a rosy hue under Natasha’s intense gaze. 

“Here you go!” the receptionist says, her voice soft as she hands over a key card. “I’m sorry again for the mix-up.”

Natasha’s fingers rest lightly over the receptionist’s hand as she accepts the card, her eyes warm and a playful smile tugging at her lips. 

“No problem at all,” she replies, her tone smooth. “I don’t mind the delay with such lovely company.” 

The receptionist blushes deeply, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and giving Natasha a flustered smile. 

Natasha’s confident smirk grows as she watches her charms take effect. 

Quick and efficient, she slips the USB drive from the computer, seamlessly hiding it under her palm as it rests over the key card. For a moment, she feels pleased with herself, effortlessly pulling off her usual charisma.

See, she thinks to herself, Clint has no idea what he’s talking about—she’s got plenty of charm.

“Nice job, Natasha,” your voice suddenly crackles in her earpiece, startling her. 

Her hand slips in surprise, almost knocking over the items on the counter. She turns it into a casual adjustment, but not before the receptionist gives her a curious look. 

Natasha quickly smiles, grabbing the key card and offering a polite nod before walking away toward a secluded corner of the lobby.

Pressing a finger to her comms, she mutters, “Y/n? Where’s Clint?” 

“He had to step out for a minute,” you answer. “He asked me to take over. Is that okay?” 

“No–I mean—yes, of course,” Natasha says, the words tumbling out a bit too quickly. 

She straightens, running a hand through her hair as she tries to regain her composure. It’s not like she hadn’t expected you to assist with missions, but the thought of you watching her…

She tamps down the sudden flutter in her chest and forces herself to stay focused.

“Your next target is on the same floor as the key card you just picked up,” you continue, your voice warm and steady in her ear. 

“Got it.” 

“I’ll explain what you’re looking for.”

Natasha nods and begins striding toward the elevators, hoping her sudden focus will drown out the distraction of your voice in her head. 

She tells herself it’s just a mission—professional, routine.

But now, with you guiding her through the next steps, each word falling from your lips makes it harder for her to maintain her usually calm, steady demeanor. 

Her heart beats a little faster, and her cheeks feel a bit warmer than they should. She brushes off the thoughts and keeps walking, determined to stay cool and collected.

“Um…Natasha?”

She stops mid-step. “Hmm?”

“You’re…going the wrong way.”

Natasha freezes, blinking in surprise. She glances around, realizing she’s heading in the opposite direction from the elevators.

A wave of embarrassment sweeps over her as she lets out a quiet curse under her breath.

“Right,” Natasha says, turning with as much dignity as she can muster, her face heating as she finally heads in the correct direction.

Oh, she thinks to herself, she’s definitely going to kill Clint.

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

Natasha steps out of her room, her leather jacket slung over one arm as she adjusts the zipper. 

Your voice calls her name from down the hall, catching her off guard and making her slam the door shut in a startled motion. She spins to face you, only to be tugged back by an unexpected resistance.

Natasha looks down with a sigh, spotting her jacket sleeve caught in the door. Tugging at it proves ineffective, as it stays firmly wedged in place.

Hearing your footsteps approaching, Natasha hastily shoves the jacket behind her back, trying to appear composed. She leans casually against the door, hoping the awkward moment has gone unnoticed.

“Hey,” you greet with a warm smile as you reach her.

“Hey, Y/n,” Natasha replies, attempting a relaxed tone.

You eye her with a hint of curiosity. “Are you…okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine!” Natasha says quickly, forcing a casual smile. “Just, um, examining the door. Thought it could use a closer look.”

Your brows raise in amused surprise at her peculiar explanation, but you let it go. 

“Well, once you’re done with that,” you say, playing along, “I made a reservation at that new place downtown. I was wondering if you’d like to join me?”

“Just the two of us?” The words slip out before Natasha can stop herself. 

A flicker of excitement and amusement crosses your face as you nod. 

“Yeah, just us,” you say softly.

Natasha’s heart gives a small flutter, but she maintains her composure. 

“I’d love to,” she says, a smile slipping through despite her best efforts to stay calm.

“Great, it’s a date,” you say, grinning. “I’ll meet you in the garage.” With a playful smirk, you add, “After you finish your ‘inspection,’ of course.”

As you walk toward the elevator, Natasha watches you with a lingering smile.

Once you’re out of sight, she finally frees her jacket and heads to the garage a few minutes later, finding you waiting by her motorcycle.

You hop on behind her, wrapping your arms around her waist in a snug embrace. 

The warmth of your presence makes her feel a fluttering sensation in her chest she can’t shake. Distracted, Natasha blindly reaches for her helmet and slips it on—only to be met with complete darkness.

With a soft sigh, Natasha’s head drops to her chest, realizing she put it on backward. 

The chuckle that escapes your lips behind her is quickly muffled as you clear your throat, your hands reaching to help her. 

You gently remove the helmet, your fingers brushing her cheek as you pull it off.

When Natasha glances back, she catches the playful look in your eyes as you bite back a grin.

Seeing this, Natasha lets out an exasperated sigh. 

“Can we just pretend the last few minutes didn’t happen and start over? I swear, this doesn’t usually happen to me.”

You laugh, unable to hold back anymore. 

“Oh, I know all about the smooth and charming Black Widow,” you say, your gaze warm and teasing. “But I think this side of you is pretty cute too.”

A faint blush spreads across her cheeks at your words, and Natasha takes the helmet, this time slipping it on correctly, with a soft smile she can’t quite hide anymore.

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

It’s another one of Tony’s famous parties, where glittering lights reflect off polished floors and music pulses softly through the spacious hall. 

In the middle of the dance floor, beneath the warm glow, Natasha sways with you, her hands resting gently on your waist as you move together to the rhythm of the soft melody. 

You wrap your arms around her neck, leaning in and drawing her closer until your lips meet hers in a tender, lingering kiss. 

Natasha smiles softly against your lips, and as you pull back, she rests her forehead gently against yours, eyes half-closed in a moment of quiet contentment. 

Even as the music fades into the background, her hands remain firm on your waist, as if she has no intention of letting go.

“Why don’t we get something to drink?” you suggest, glancing over at the bar lined with sparkling glasses.

Natasha only pulls you closer, her fingers brushing lightly along the small of your back as she murmurs, “Or…we could stay right here and have another dance.” 

Her voice is a soft suggestion, and she leans in slightly, her green eyes filled with warmth and alluring charm.

You raise an eyebrow, a knowing smile spreading across your lips. 

“It’s cute how you’re trying to be smooth.”

Natasha’s expression shifts, feigning innocence. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she says, though the faintest blush colors her cheeks.

With a playful glint in your eye, you tilt your head at her in challenge. 

“How long has your bracelet been stuck to my dress?” you ask, giving her a teasing look.

Natasha glances away, the blush deepening as she realizes she’s been caught. She’s spent the past few moments subtly trying to free her wrist from your dress, but to no avail.

“In my defense,” she murmurs, attempting to deflect, “you distracted me with how beautiful you look tonight.”

You chuckle softly at her excuse, reaching up to pull her even closer. With a playful grin, you press a gentle kiss to her lips before leaning in to whisper against her ear.

“Think of the bright side—if you can’t get it loose, I’m sure you could just rip this dress off me.”

Natasha’s breath catches, and for a split second, she’s utterly still, her mind stalling at the suggestion. 

You pull back just enough to watch her expression, and a delighted smile grows on your face as she stares at you, wide-eyed and flustered, clearly caught off guard.

It only takes her a moment to catch on, her eyes narrowing in realization as she shakes her head with a playful huff. 

“You’re trying to embarrass me on purpose,” she accuses, a hint of a smile breaking through.

Unashamed, you bite back a laugh and nod. 

“It’s nice to see the calm and collected Black Widow all flustered for once.”

Natasha’s lips curl into a smirk as she pulls you flush against her, her free hand sliding up your back, fingers grazing along your spine. She leans in, her lips just a breath away from yours, the warmth of her gaze intense.

“Only for you,” she murmurs, her voice a hushed promise before closing the distance, her lips capturing yours in a kiss that makes you forget the world around you, the room fading away as you melt into each other’s embrace.

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

a/n: just a short fluff with a soft Natasha that I had finished some time ago. after everything that has happened yesterday and today, I wanted to give some kind of happier distraction, even if it may be only a temporary escape from everything. I’m still going between disbelief, sadness, and anger myself about the situation while also trying to be prepared to continue on. But hopefully, this was able to bring some of you some sort of break from everything else.

[void-my-warranty]

TW: ED behavior

You’re driving Ghost crazy, and not in a good way.

He thought you were close, he thought he could trust you. Yet ever since you moved in with him, you’ve been keeping secrets.

He knows body language, and he definitely knows yours. It shocked him the first time he walked in on you cooking in the kitchen, only to be met with fidgety fingers and inconsistent eye contact. Odd. Nothing seemed out of place, so he just chalked it up to you being jumpy from suddenly sharing living spaces with someone.

But then it kept happening, and there didn’t seem to be any rhyme or reason to it. Wednesday night at 9:06. Sunday morning, 11:13. Sometimes it would happen several times in an hour, whenever he’d walk into the room. Over and over, something was giving you shifty eyes and a racing pulse, and it was driving him up the wall.

The common denominator is the kitchen, he knows that much. A cursory sweep comes up with nothing every time, so one day when you’re gone at work and he’s home, he goes all out. Bug detecting equipment, pulling everything out of the cabinets, scouring through cookbooks and the trash and every crevice he can find.

Nothing.

He’s able to put everything back in time, but he remains empty handed, and that makes him suspect that you’re far smarter than he realized.

And then he finally gets a break in the case. One day he’s walking around in socks, and it’s not until he’s nearly to the kitchen that the floor creaks under his foot, causing a flurry of movement in the kitchen. He crosses the space in just a few quick strides, as smooth as if he were making entry on a building, focus narrowed with freakish precision on catching you in the act.

His hand materializes on your wrist before you can let go of the thing you’re frantically burying in the trash. You’ve never seen him like this before, looming over you with his fingers clamped tight around your arm and his eyes crackling with energy.

Dammit. And you’ve always been so careful.

Ghost drags your hand out of the trash, and his eyes drop to the chocolate wrapper you have clutched in your fingers. He blinks at it a few times, just to convince himself he’s really seeing what he thinks he’s seeing.

“What are you doing?” He asks slowly, his gaze coming back up to your hot face.

“I was… um… eating some candy.”

“Why were you hiding it?”

“Uh…” your mind races to find an acceptable answer, something that won’t make you a target.

“Wait.” Ghost scowls, releasing your hand and taking the wrapper from your fingers. “This is about your knobhead ex, isn’t it?”

“I-I guess.”

Ghost lets out the largest, most relieved exhale you’ve ever heard from him, closing the trash and slamming you into his chest so suddenly that it makes your lungs automatically release some air.

“I thought you were trying to kill me, love.” His arm tightens around your shoulders. “All this time, you didn’t want me to know you were eating sweeties?”

Your, “Yeah,” comes out muffled with your face still smashed against his chest.

“Don’t do that. Don’t hide things from me. You’re allowed to eat whatever you fucking well want.”

Oh, okay.

He fucks you good that night, no longer withdrawn into his own head. He sleeps like a baby, too, and kisses you sweetly off to work the next morning. For several days you catch him smiling and shaking his head a little every time he looks at you, like he just can’t believe you made him suffer like that over something so ridiculous.

And it seems like every time you sit down for dinner now, you’ll find a little package of your favorite chocolate sitting next to your fork. How he gets it there every time without you seeing, you have no idea. To be honest, you’re getting kind of tired of the taste, but you still smile at him and grab his hand from his thigh, leaning in for a little kiss before you take a bite.

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[sweetshuga]

「 ✦ 𝒃𝒔𝒇.ᐟ𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 ✦ 」

Your eyes focused on the movie playing, but your mind was obviously somewhere else, your breath hitched every few minutes as the movie progressed, hands gripping the blanket with such force that your knuckles were turning white.

Nick and Chris sat on the other side of the couch, Chris scrolling through his phone as Nick watched the movie playing on the TV—neither of them noticed the slight movement under the blanket you and Matt shared.

Matt’s fingers curled inside you, purposely rubbing your g-spot since he knew you were struggling to keep quiet, your eyes rolled back briefly from the sudden intense pleasure. His lips twitched at the corners with a small smirk when he heard the small whimper you let out.

"Shhh—sweetheart," he whispered, leaning slightly closer to you so he could move his fingers faster without making the blanket move too much.

You bit your lips, face almost buried in his shoulder in a futile attempt to hide your lewd expression that would immediately give away to your dirty little secret. You couldn’t believe the turn of events, one minute you were sitting and watching a horror movie with the triplets and the next Matt, your best friend, was fingering you under the blanket.

Tears of pleasure prickled at the corners of your eyes as Matt's fingers attacked your sweet spot with precision, unrelenting and merciless. You could feel your orgasm approaching rapidly, and Matt seemed to have noticed it too, his digits quickening their pace.

Well, your walls were fluttering so much around his fingers—it would be stupid not to notice your impending release.

Quiet squelches sounded from under the blanket, and thankfully enough, the sound effects of the movie drowned out the wet noises. His thumb swiped over your slick clit, alternating between quick flicks and slow but forceful circles. The double stimulation proved to be too much for you and the taut bands snapped in your lower abdomen.

"Mmmfffp!" You accidentally let out a sound—which Matt quickly muffled with his free hand.

You were climaxing so fucking hard that your whole body trembled, hands clutching desperately at his arm as your pussy gripped his fingers, clenching and unclenching rhythmically.

Matt barely held back a groan, wishing it was his dick – your greedy cunt was sucking in – instead. He kept moving his fingers in and out of you slowly, prolonging your high, until your body finally relaxed against him.

His hand left your mouth and he slowly pulled his fingers out and wiped it on the blanket before briefly glancing at the other two if they noticed anything. Seeing that they were still paying attention to whatever they were doing made him let out a small sigh of relief.

Matt smirked slightly as he casually draped an arm around your shoulders, turning his attention back to the movie as if he didn’t just render you dumb on his fingers.

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆.ᐟ | 𝒘𝒄 – 𝟒𝟖𝟑 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

[mariasont]

im obsessed with reid’s hands. He’s got gorgeous long fingers its just🫶🏻😩. Id like to request a fic/blurbs whichever you prefer, revolves around that.. maybe he knows the reader loves his hands (especially when he cradles her face-neck and hair pulling).. nothing too spicy tho.. if you dont mind. Love your fics sm🥹

Where Hands Lead - S.R

a/n: i am also a victim to being desperately obsessed with spencer's hands! guilty af! and thank u so much babes i appreicate the love and the request <3

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pairings: spencer reid x reader

warnings: established relationship, hand kink, spencer being a smug little shit, domestic fluff, teasing galore, just two cuties being ridiculously in love!

wc: 1.6k

Spencer Reid's hands were a marvel. You couldn't pinpoint the exact moment you noticed them--maybe it was the day you saw him fiddling with a pen during a team meeting, his fingers deftly spinning it like he'd been born doing it. Or maybe it was the time he'd held out a hand to help you up after you got knocked on your ass after rough case, his long fingers wrapping around yours, pulling you to his feet. Whatever the moment, the realization hit you like a freight train: Spencer's hands were distracting. 

Of course, you never said it out loud. Not at first. How do you casually tell your boyfriend that his hands are your newest fixation? You'd settled for sneaky glances, admiring the way his fingers moved over the keys of his computer or absentmindedly tapped against his thigh when he was lost in thought. 

You thought you were being subtle.

But Spencer was sharper than you gave him credit for... and you gave him a lot of credit.

It started with small things. The way he'd catch you staring and tilt his head slightly, curiosity painting his features. Or how his lips would quirk into the barest smile when he'd reach for something near you and your gaze lingered a second too long. He'd never said anything, but you had the nagging suspicion he was onto you.

Then came the day he decided to test his theory.

It had been a rare quiet evening at his apartment. The team's latest case had wrapped up earlier than expected, leaving you both with an unexpectedly free night. Spencer, ever the perfectionist, had insisted on cooking dinner. You'd agreed easily, not-so-secretly thrilled at the prospect of spending uninterrupted tie with him. He'd shooed you out of the kitchen when you tried to help, insisting that you relax while he handled everything.

You were setting the table when it started. Spencer reached over to hand you a glass, his fingers brushing against yours. You glanced at him quickly, hoping he hadn't noticed the way your breath caught.

He had.

Spencer's expression didn't give away much--just the faintest quirk of his lips as he turned back to the counter. He began chopping vegetables, his fingers expertly curling and flexing around the knife. The movement was smooth, precise, almost hypnotic, and before you knew it, your eyes were drawn to them again.

"Everything okay over there?" he asked casually, not looking up. His voice was innocent enough, sure, but there was a certain lilt to it that made your cheeks heat.

"Fine," you replied, probably too quickly, forcing your attention back to the table. You busied yourself with arranging the plates, trying to will away the warmth spreading through you. 

Spencer, however, wasn't finished with whatever game he seemed to be playing. As you moved past him to grab utensils, he shifted just enough for his hand to brush against the small of your back. The touch was so light it could have been accidental, but it lingered just a fraction too long to be dismissed entirely. The warmth of it sparked along your spine, making your pulse leap in a way you couldn't quite explain.

What was wrong with you today? He was your boyfriend, for crying out loud. Casual touches like this were normal--expected, even. And yet, every brush of his fingers seemed to unravel you more. You cast a quick glance up at him, trying to gauge if he'd noticed your reaction, but Spencer simply smiled, his expression innocent, as if nothing out of the ordinary had just happened.

You clenched the utensils in your hand, suddenly desperate to shake off this fixation before Spencer figured out what was going on. The last thing you needed was for him to think you were completely crazy--obsessed with something as specific as his hands. Surely, that wasn't normal. 

 By the time you finally sat down to eat, your nerves were fully frayed. Flustered didn't even begin to cover it. Spencer, on the other hand, looked completely at ease. He moved with his usually calm efficiency, placing food on the table with a soft smile. As he handed you a serving spoon, his fingers brushed against yours once again--warm, gentle, and far too distracting. You lingered a second longer than necessary, and while he didn't say a word, the subtle upward twitch of his lips suggested he notice.

Determined to pull yourself together, you focused on your plate. Or at least, you tried. Every movement Spencer made seemed designed to draw your attention. The way his long fingers curled around his fork, deliberate and precise, made your breath hitch. His index finger tapped lightly against the side of his glass as he considered something. Even the simple act of wiping his mouth with his napkin--slow, measured, maddeningly deliberate--seemed orchestrated to unravel you.

When dinner ended, you were quick to rise, eager to clear the table and escape the tight coil of your own thoughts. But Spencer was quicker. Before you could take a single step, his hand caught your wrist, fingers curling around you with just enough pressure to stop you in your tracks.

"I'll take care of it," he said, thumb brushing against the inside of your wrist before letting go.

Normally, you would argue. He'd cooker dinner, after all--it was only fair that you clean up. But today left you rooted to the spot. You sank back into your chair, wordless, your gaze following him as he moved around the kitchen.

Spencer rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, revealing the lean muscle of his forearms, and your eyes betrayed you once again, drawn back to his hands. The way they worked was mesmerizing--graceful and efficient as he dried plates, stacked dishes, and wiped down the counters with practiced ease. 

Spencer must have felt your gaze because he glanced over his shoulder, lips curving into a slow, knowing smile. He didn't rush, taking his time as he finished tidying up. When he was done, he dried his hands on a dish towel, then set it aside before making his way back to you. His hands were empty now, but no less captivating.

Stopping in front of your chair, Spencer lowered himself to one knee, his eyes meeting yours. "Is there something you want to tell me?"

Heat swelled to your face, mind scrambling for something--anything--coherent to say. "I--what?"

Spencer chuckled softly, his hand reaching up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "You're not as subtle as you think."

You opened your mouth to protest, but the look in his eyes stopped you.

"Next time," he continued, his thumb moving to brush against your cheek, his touch featherlight, "just tell me. I'd hate for you to sit there suffering in silence."

"I... don't know what you mean."

Spencer raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. "Oh, is that right?"

You nodded quickly.

"So you wouldn't mind if I did this?" he murmured, reaching out to cup your cheeks with the utmost care.

The warmth of his touch seeped into your skin, his thumb brushing slow, delicate arcs along your cheekbones. His fingers, long and steady, curled around the sides of your face, glueing you in place. Your breath hitched, the air between you thickening as your thoughts scattered like leaves in the wind. Words failed you, leaving only the rapid thrum of your heart.

"Or this?" he added, voice softer now, almost a whisper. His fingers slid upward, tangling in your hair with a sort of practiced ease that sent sparks racing along your legs. He tugged lightly, just enough to tilt your head and pull a soft, involuntary gasp from your lips. The gentle pressure was intoxicating, and you bit down on your bottom lip, completely undone.

"Spencer..." you managed, though it barely passed a whisper. His name trembled on your lips, a plea and a confession all at once.

"Or this?" he continued, one hand sliding down to rest on your thigh. His fingers curled just slightly. Your pulse quickened, a fluttering sound that betrayed just how completely he had you in his grasp. Spencer leaned in closer, expression smug, lips moving into a smile that left you breathless. 

"And what about this?" he added, voice dropped to a hushed murmur as his hand moved to tilt your chin upward. Before you could respond, his lips found yours. The kiss was slow, purposeful, and impossible to do anything but melt into. His hands moved back to cradle your face, fingers brushing against your jaw and the sensitive curve of your neck, their touch igniting a fire that spread through your entire body.

When he finally pulled away, you felt like all the air had been vacuumed from your lungs, cheeks flushed and heart pounding so loudly you were sure he could here it.

"Yeah, um," you stammered, the words tumbling out awkwardly as you struggled to regain your footing, "I don't think I mind... you could, uh, do it again if you wanted to."

Spencer's lips quirked into a slow, satisfied smile, his eyes sparkling. "Oh, is that so?"

He leaned in once more, capturing your lips in another kiss. This time, it was slower, unhurried, as if he were savoring every second. 

He leaned in to kiss you again, this time slower, savoring the moment.

When he pulled back, hands still cradling your face, he chuckled softly. "You know lucky for you, if my hands are your favorite thing about me, I've got two of them and all the time in the world."

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[mattsmedusa]

✎ 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐨𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫 ✮ 𝐜.𝐬 𝐰𝐜. 𝟏.𝟐𝐤 [𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭]

your boyfriend, chris, loved hearing your sweet noises of pleasure. he would do anything to hear you moan his name in that breathy tone, all drunk on his cock no matter where you were. he didn’t mind how loud you got, it only brought him more pleasure. well, you weren’t usually that loud in bed, you knew you’d get a noise complaint if you let your voice out completely, but you can’t really keep quiet when all he does is try to make you moan even louder.

"o—h, chris," you sighed shakily, your head thrown back in ecstasy as he slowly pushed inside. chris groaned lowly when he bottomed out, feeling your velvety walls pulse around his cock. he leaned down and nuzzled in your neck, his hands caressing your sides as he started to move. "y’feel so good baby, so fuckin’ beautiful," he murmured against your neck, kissing and nipping on the skin there.

chris being chris, with his hyper fixation with your moans, groaned in pleasure when he heard you moan so delicately, but he didn't want you to moan softly—he wanted you to scream his name. he wanted the whole neighborhood to know who was fucking you so good, who was making you feel so good. your eyes rolled back briefly when he started to pound into you, the tip of his cock mercilessly slamming into your cervix.

your eyes closed shut, eyebrows knitted together and back arching as profanities left your parted lips along with louder moans. chris relished in them. a shudder went down his spine when he heard you moan his name loudly when he hit a particularly spongy spot. he knew what he was hitting, he knew your body inside and out, after all.

"oh, did I find your sweet spot ma?" he cooed, tauntingly, before slamming hard into that spot again – purposely this time, making your back arch more, hands scrambling up to grip onto his forearms that held your hips in place on the bed. your whole body shuddered and trembled as he kept slamming precisely into your g-spot with a relentless pace, your moans nothing short of pornographic.

chris let out shaky low moans as he heard your sounds grow louder, his fingers working deftly on your puffy slippery clit, bringing you closer and closer to something earth-shattering. your eyes teared up in pleasure, already so fucked to say anything except "harder" and "faster". what could he do other than give you what you wanted? after all, he wanted it as much as your needy self.

the bedframe slammed against the wall in rhythm with his pounding, the bed creaking with each movement. your body rose up the bed with each thrust, making chris groan in annoyance. he wanted your body to stay still so he could fuck you harder just like you wanted, but with the way your body was bouncing it was near impossible, and so, he quickly thought of a solution.

you whined when he suddenly stopped and pulled out, "all fours, ass up, face down." he ordered, his voice breathless with unfulfilled desire and exertion. chris watched as you scrambled into position, presenting your backside to him, your face flush against the pillow. he let out a low whistle, "fucking love this view," he gave your ass a sharp slap before grabbing the flesh there with one hand and your hip with the other. you moaned into the pillow when he filled you up again.

his thrusts were punishing, exactly what you wanted as he surged forward with renewed vigor. chris couldn’t help but notice the way the pillow silenced your screams of pleasure.

oh, he was having none of that.

his hand left your ass and tangled in your hair, wrapping your locks around his hand before tugging your head up. your moans immediately filled the room, making his whole body shudder. your moans were music to his ears.

"fu—ck, chris, cumming, o—h," you mewled, "m’gonna—gonna cu—m." he grunted in satisfaction when he heard your desperate – barely coherent – words. "oh yeah? fuckin’ come on this big dick," one hand came down and around to draw quick circles on your swollen clit in time with his thrusts. "c’mon ma, wanna feel you fucking suffocate my cock." his voice was a near growl as he worked you closer and closer.

your body shook and trembled when you reached your peak, pure unadulterated pleasure etched on your features as you moaned his name. he didn’t stop, he couldn’t, not when you were moaning his name like that. you gasped when he pushed you down fully, your front side now flush against the mattress as he started to pound into you.

this was it. this was the position.

chris moaned lowly in pleasure when he heard your loud gasping moans, the way your legs lifted whenever he went balls deep only spurred him on. he fucked you mercilessly, and you couldn’t move away, you were trapped between his body and the bed. his hand yanked your head back by your hair so he could hear all the sounds you were making without it being muffled by the bed or pillow.

"fucking love your sounds baby, your sweet fuckin’ moans, only for me." he moaned in your ear, causing shudders to ripple through your body. you were fast approaching your second orgasm, the feeling of him going so deep and so fast was too much for you. his hand that was on your hair snaked around and wrapped itself around your throat. not quite cutting air supply, but enough pressure to have you gasping.

his free hand snaked under your body and strummed your bundle of nerves, the stimulation on your clit along with him repeatedly hitting your sweet spots deep inside you was your undoing. you let out high pitched keens and cries as you came again, your whole body shaking.

your pussy clenched around his cock rhythmically, all while pulling him in more. "f-fu—ck, your pussy’s fucking pulling me in, greedy girl," he groaned as he felt his release so close that he could practically taste it. a few more brutal slams and chris let out a guttural moan when he finally felt the pressure in his lower abdomen snap, his hips jerking against your ass as he filled your welcoming cunt full with his seed.

his hand soon left your throat, his breathing ragged, matching yours as his body slumped on top of you, his cock still letting out little spurts of cum inside your quivering pussy, painting your walls white. he nuzzled his face in the side of your neck, breathing in your scent as he tried to control his breathing.

after a while, he finally pulled out, both of you moaning at how sensitive you’d become. and almost immediately after he pulled out, his cum trickled out of your well loved hole. chris couldn’t help himself, he just had to take a picture. he took his phone from the bedside table and nudged you gently, showing you his phone. "can I?" he asked and you nodded, chuckling in amusement, still breathless.

he sighed in contentment after taking the photos and plopping down next to you, pulling you closer by your waist and nuzzling his face in your hair. "i love you," he whispered sweet nothings in your ear, his hands caressed your body, worshipping every inch as you two lay there on his bed, relishing in the afterglow and love.

୨୧

[𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞!]

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[misswynters]

short drabble

Ekko and heimerdinger are being nerdy while you sleep

requested. by anon

There was always a soft hum of machinery that filled the air in Heimerdinger’s workshop. And with that accompanied by the occasional clink of tools and the professor’s enthusiastic ramblings. The workshop had an oddly calming atmosphere, a mix of glowing gadgets, bubbling contraptions, and the gentle warmth of lamp-lit light. It was perfect for dozing off, especially after a long day of following Ekko around Zaun.

You were sprawled out on the old, lumpy couch tucked in a corner of the workshop, your head cushioned by one of Ekko’s jackets that you’d claimed for yourself. Curled up against your side was your pet, a small, scrappy Zaunite fox. Its fur was a mix of gray and russet, with glowing green streaks running along its ears and tail. Ekko had found it injured near one of the Sump scrapers, and after some patching up, it had attached itself to you like glue.

Ekko called it “Scraps” (because of course he would), and Scraps was now peacefully snoozing, just like you.

Across the room, Ekko and Heimerdinger were huddled around one of the professor’s latest inventions, discussing something that involved words you didn’t fully understand.

“…but if you accelerate the core’s energy output without stabilizing the oscillation, it’ll implode,” Ekko said, gesturing animatedly at the device.

Heimerdinger adjusted his tiny glasses, nodding. “Precisely! Which is why you must ensure the harmonic calibrations are synced—ah, but don’t forget to account for temporal distortions.”

As the professor continued explaining, Ekko’s focus wavered. His gaze drifted toward the couch where you were sleeping, your form softly rising and falling with each breath. Scraps twitched its glowing tail but stayed nestled close to you.

A small smile crept onto Ekko’s face. You looked so peaceful, completely at odds with the chaos that usually surrounded you both in Zaun. Your hand was loosely tangled in Scraps’ fur, your other arm tucked under your cheek.

He didn’t notice the professor had stopped talking until Heimerdinger’s voice broke through his thoughts. “Ah, young love,” Heimerdinger said, his tone tinged with teasing amusement.

Ekko snapped his head back toward him, blinking. “Huh? What’re you talking about?”

Heimerdinger chuckled, folding his hands behind his back. “There’s no use denying it, dear boy. The way you’re looking at them, it’s rather endearing, really.”

Ekko’s ears burned. “I wasn’t—I mean, I was just—” He trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck. “They’re asleep, alright? That’s all.”

Heimerdinger hummed, clearly unconvinced. “Still, allow me to impart some wisdom, as one who has witnessed countless romances blossom and wither over the centuries.”

“Oh no,” Ekko muttered, groaning.

Ignoring him, Heimerdinger continued, his voice taking on the tone of a well-meaning but meddling elder. “When courting a significant other, one must always show respect, patience, and attentiveness. Flowers are an excellent gesture, but so is active listening. Communication, you see, is the foundation of—”

“Professor,” Ekko interrupted, exasperated. “I don’t think you understand. We’re not—”

“Young people these days,” Heimerdinger said with a dramatic shake of his head, cutting him off. “Always so quick to dismiss advice. But mark my words: treat them well, or you’ll regret it!”

Before Ekko could retort, Scraps stirred, lifting its head with a sleepy yawn. The movement must’ve disturbed you because you shifted slightly, blinking groggily as the sound of their voices filtered through your half asleep haze.

“Mm… what’s going on?” you mumbled, sitting up and rubbing your eyes. Scraps hopped off the couch and stretched before circling back to your lap.

Ekko winced, shooting you an apologetic look. “Sorry, Firefly,” he said softly, using the nickname he’d given you. “Didn’t mean to wake you up.”

Firefly—because you were always a little light in Zaun’s darkness, buzzing around him with endless energy.

You shook your head, a sleepy smile tugging at your lips. “It’s fine,” you murmured, scratching Scraps behind the ears. “What were you guys talking about?”

Heimerdinger perked up. “Oh, nothing of consequence!” he said cheerfully, though his smirk told a different story. “Merely enlightening young Ekko on the art of courtship.”

You blinked, then glanced at Ekko, who looked like he wanted the floor to swallow him whole. “Courtship?” you repeated, raising an eyebrow.

“Don’t start,” Ekko muttered, shooting Heimerdinger a look.

The professor chuckled, his ears twitching. “Ah, youth. So easily embarrassed.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at Ekko’s expression, your earlier grogginess fading. “Well, did you learn anything useful?” you teased.

Ekko rolled his eyes but smiled despite himself. “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up.”

He reached out, ruffling your hair gently before pulling his hand back. “For real, though. Sorry we woke you up. Want me to walk you home?”

You shook your head, leaning back against the couch. “Nah, I’m good here. I like listening to you two talk.”

Heimerdinger beamed. “A kindred spirit indeed! Intellectual discourse is a joy to behold, is it not?”

Ekko groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “And now you’ve encouraged him. Great.”

You just laughed again, feeling the warmth of the moment settle around you. Scraps let out a contented sigh, curling up in your lap, and Ekko plopped down on the couch beside you. His hand found yours, giving it a quick squeeze before letting go, his usual ease returning.

The three of you stayed in the workshop, for endless hours as the two nerds worked on their projects. Whereas you cheered them on at the sidelines with cute ol’ Scraps to keep you company. Especially when they would talk about all the science lingo that you did not understand. Even though ekko would sometimes explain it in more simpler terms. It didn’t quite go through your head. Needlessly to say you enjoyed the days you would spend at the workshop.

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[ivy-elle]

Kissing him out of nowhere

Feat. Scaramouche, Childe, Albedo, Xiao

Notes: gn!reader, established relationship

Scaramouche

Oh, he is fuming. Raging, even, as he storms into his office with a look far more infuriated than when he usually returns from a Fatui Meeting.

You glance up from the couch, where you’ve been immersed in some mission reports. “Good evening to you, too,” you greet him, raising an eyebrow. “What’s gotten you into this sparkling mood today?”

For that, you immediately receive a glare so lethal, an average Fatuus would’ve dispersed on the spot. Your other eyebrow follows. 

“Do you know,” he inhales sharply, the air around him crackling up with barely contained fury, “what it feels like to be stuck with people whose IQ competes with the temperature in Snezhnaya?”

Scaramouche carelessly throws his coat over the chair, followed by his hat. Every word is laced with venom. “If I have… to endure even one more second with this moronic excuse of a Harbinger-”

Seeing the gravity of his utter misery, you snap your folders shut, watching him pace across the room. He stops and leans back against his desk, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. “Why is it always my burden to be the only intelligent being in the room?”

“Hey,” you protest. You rise up, slowly making your way toward him.

He doesn’t look up. “Save it. You know precisely who I mean.”

“I might have an idea or two.” You are now standing right in front of him, noting the tense line of his shoulders and his agitated stance. 

Scaramouche shakes his head in annoyance, ready to continue his tirade. Yet, the moment he looks up and opens his mouth you seize the opportunity and lean in, swallowing his next words in a quick kiss. 

His eyes snap up, but you’re already drawing back again.

The words wither on his lips and his eyes flicker over your face, down to your mouth, and back to your eyes.

He doesn't take it exactly as an unwelcome gesture - simply a not calculated one. He should’ve known better by now.

You hide a satisfied smirk upon his silence and turn to head back to the couch.

But his hand immediately reaches out, grasping your wrist to stop your movement.

“Now,” he warns in a low voice, “where do you think you’re going?” 

Scaramouche pulls you back in, and you stifle a laugh.

“We’re not done here.”

Childe

It is your very own kitchen, with your very own kitchen cabinets. With your very own utensils that you make sure to place in such an order you can always reach them comfortably. 

So why, you wonder now, are your teacups suddenly on the highest level?

And why, you also wonder, is Childe leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, with that shit-eating smug grin plastered on his face, while he watches you.

“That is not funny,” you snarl, hands pressed against the counter as you turn your head to him. 

“Oh, agree to disagree, sweetheart.” He clicks his tongue, stepping forward to grab your favourite mug. With a satisfied wink, he lowers his arm and holds it out to you. The almighty saviour.

But just as your fingers are about to brush the handle, he pulls back, lifting it way up over your head. 

Silence.

You slowly drag your gaze from where your teacup has just been dangling in the air, up to meet his eyes.

“I’m gonna kill you.”

“You know I’m always up for that challenge.” He winks a second time. Your eyebrow twitches. 

Despite his expectation of you lashing out or cursing him away, you remain perfectly calm.

And yet, it’s precisely this calmness – and the look you give him – that makes the hair on the back of his neck stand up. He swallows.

You take yet another step closer, now close enough for him to feel the heat radiating from your skin.

Childe’s face shifts into a grin. “Oho?”

But it is when your lips brush against his own, that he succumbs to the very nature he is bound to and folds. He immediately leans in. 

“You’re playing dirty,” he whispers lowly against your lips.

Your fingers trace up his arm, pulling it down along with your cup. “Is it working?”

Childe swallows again. His other hand wraps around your waist as his eyes darken. “That depends on what you’re trying to achieve exactly.”

Albedo

Your legs dangle down from the counter as you quietly study Albedo while he’s studying some of his research. His eyebrows are scrunched in concentration while he reads through a stack of his research paper, checking over his hypotheses. He has one of those certain expressions on– the kind that makes your heart tingle in a very nice way.

Meanwhile, his other hand is resting on your knee, occasionally tracing soothing, invisible patterns that make your skin tingle in a very nice way.

You can’t help the smile blossoming on your lips.

“Just to recap once more- the material is reacting in the way I have predicted, and it also aligns with the experiences and sighting you come across in Sumeru, love. And yet-,” he lowers the paper sheets, looking up with a slight tilt of his head. “I believe I need to gather some more samples to ensure the data’s reliability.”

Albedo withdraws his hand from your knee and places it on his chin with a pensive expression. You could practically see the invisible math equations swirling around his head.

Following your immediate instinct, you lean forward, cupping his cheeks in your hands as you press a soft but heartfelt kiss on his lips.

He blinks. His gaze flicker over your face as his eyes soften.

The moment you redraw your hand, his immediately follows, gently wrapping around your wrist.

“Did I say something that fascinating that it earned me this honour?”

Fingers intertwining with his, you smile in a sheepish way. “Nope, just in a particular mood.”

“A good mood, I would hope.”

“Sure.”

Xiao

“Are my eyes deceiving me or is that actually something different than Almond Tofu I am detecting in your hands.”

Xiao doesn’t blink, most definitely having sensed you approaching him long before you spoke. His eyes meet yours from the branch of tree he is settled in.

“It was an offer from the chef,” he explains, his tone gruff. Then he adds, a bit quieter. “I am not dependent on some tofu.”

Your lips twitch with amusement. “Are you sure? Could’ve fooled me.”

His time among people and other mortal beings must have really influenced him enormously, because you could swear, Xiao just rolled his eyes on you.

Despite his coarse demeanour, he shifts slightly to make space for you next to him on the branch. You place a foot on a lower branch, using it as a step to pull yourself up right beside him. There you eye the bowl in his hand. “Walnut soup?”

Xiao simply hums, taking another sip.

“It smells delicious. Can I try?”

His face turns to you, eyes flickering from your face to his soup. “Be my guest.”

He offers you the bowl, and just as he’s about to lift the spoon, you lean in, gently placing your lips against his.

Before he could properly register your movement – too distracted by your sudden closeness – you draw back, hiding a smile while he freezes up. “I get it now. It tastes even better.”

Heat rises up Xiao’s neck and climbs up to the very tip of his pointy ears.

As you lean back to savour the masterpiece of an absolute flustered Xiao, the adeptus quickly turns his head back to his food, carefully schooling his expression.

“Audacity of mortals…,” you hear him grumble under his breath. And yet, the rapid beat of his heart and the faint hue of red still lingering on his cheeks tell an entirely different story.

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thing just ain't fittin'

captain john price

cw: pwp/smut, younger!reader (legal aged), size kink, shy!reader, female reader, finger-fucking, brief oral sex (reader receiving), multiple orgasms, breeding kink

bunny: *leaves this and goes running for the hills*

a sight to behold.

lips touched lips.

price was a maniac for your affection. and how much he wanted to cram every last inch into your sweet cunt. he wondered if it would fit, at almost eight inches he knew that it was hard to stuff it all in his pants. so to get it to fit into your tight heat was going to be another challenge.

so price had you on your back, you clung to a pillow on your chest as you moaned into it. you hid your face because you were just so shy. his lips were up against your neck as he finger-fucked you.

his facial hair brushed against your skin that felt like a live wire was being run across it. he could feel your quick pulse under his lips as he continued to attempt to loosen your cunt for his heavy cock.

when he got undressed and revealed his hard on to you, your eyes went wide and you gulped. you thought you knew what "almost eight inches" looked like, until it was pressed up against your face, your nose dipped into his dark pubic hair.

it wasn't fittin'.

so he laid you back on the bed and played with your sweet sex until you were soaked. he wanted to make sure that when he sank into your pussy, it felt good.

"that's my good girl." he purred, his cock stood at full attention.

"john." you croaked.

he chuckled, "don't worry, love. let me take care of ya. my sweet girl." he kissed at the shell of your ear, "so good for me. you like when i play with you like this." he tugged on it a little with his teeth, "tell me, love. how much do you like it?"

you clung to the pillow tighter and whimpered, it felt like you were being taken apart piece by piece. your wetness clung to your inner thighs. you replied, "it feels so good, john."

he calloused thumb grazed your clit and you jolted up. but he was quickly and kept your pinned to the bed by his forearm against your chest, "down girl." he chuckled.

the sounds of your wetness paired with your sweet moans filled your bedroom. your toes curled and you hole fluttered around his digits. you didn't even need to say in words how good it all felt. your brain was currently being melted by his touches.

and it wasn't even the main event yet.

"please, john. I think i'm ready!" you whined.

your older boyfriend chuckled, "i'm not takin' ya to the hospital because i was too big for my so much smaller girl." he pulled away to look at you. to monitor your expressions as he moved his fingers faster.

you tensed up as you hid your face once more. but he wasn't letting you hide for much longer. he pulled your head away from the pillow and held you hair as he examined your face. his pace was brutal.

"john! ah! fuck!" you whined.

he kissed your flushed cheek and said, "good girl. come around my fingers. i want to make sure you're as wet as you can get, love. i want to fit like a glove in you."

you replied, "maybe if you weren't so big we wouldn't have this problem."

he grabbed you by the face and turned you to face him. his expression seemed hard for a moment as he said, "you won't be complainin' once it's buried in ya."

his dominating demeanor was enough to make you orgasm. you clutched onto the pillow and came around his thick fingers. you swore you saw stars as you hit your peak.

price was pleased with himself as he pulled his fingers out of you, they glistened in the soft light of your bedroom. curiosity got the best of him as he licked your wetness off of his fingers. the sight of it in your heightened euphoria made your cheeks burn.

"only the best." he purred he licked his top lip before he got himself between your legs. his movements were slow but precise, like he had been practicing in his mind how to get himself to fit in you. he grabbed you by the thighs and had his face between your legs.

he shuddered when he got to taste you wet pussy. the slick clung to your lips as he gave them a gentle lick. his cock was painfully hard, if he didn't get into you soon he was going to finish all over the sheets.

and why would he do that? not when he has the most perfect, soaked pussy to fill up.

he panted as he took small breaks to catch his breathing. your wetness is in his facial hair. those blue eyes looked up from where he was before he dove back in.

"please, ah! john!" you whined.

he was certain you were overwhelmed with pleasure. he gave the top of your pussy a kiss, right over you cervix. he smiled as he kissed your soft skin. kisses mark the spot.

the spot he was going to finish on.

he wiped his mouth, he knew he'd have to wash his face afterwards. the taste of you lingered on him as he got between your legs and rested on his heels. his cock stood proud.

your brain was to riddled with pleasure that his cock looked a little less intimidating.

a big cock for a big man in charge.

while he didn't make you feel small in a bad way, sometimes the sheer size him had you feeling like a little delicate creature. it didn't help that almost an hour since you entered the bedroom, he was only now fucking you.

he grabbed the pillow from you and put it under your hips for leverage. he admired your sweaty body as his cock pushed into your pussy. the feeling of your tight cunt almost knocked the wind out of him.

you covered your face as you moaned. you felt so embarrassed by how good it felt. you couldn't believe it was all fitting in there.

"holy shit, love." he groaned. it came from the depths of his soul. he felt the sparks go off in his head as he managed to get inch after inch into you. eventually his heavy fuzzy balls were rubbing against you.

he had fit it all in you.

he placed a hand on your middle and rubbed it. his wishful thinking had him wondering if he could feel it in you. the heavy weight of his cock inside of his sweet girl's even sweeter pussy.

your cheeks burned, the room felt hot. but most of all you felt full. you were thankful that he was close to eight inches and not close to nine. you weren't certain there was enough space.

but you also knew that price would make it fit.

your older, more physically imposing boyfriend started to move his hips. your eyes squeezed shut as you felt the nudge of his length against where your pussy ended. it felt like it was past your uterus and was now just in your stomach.

"so small." he chuckled, his cheeks were stained pink, "but still you are such a good girl for me. i thought i was only gettin' the tip in. but i now know that your sweet little cunny can fit all of me."

you whimpered. while the pace wasn't particularly fast, every movements made shivers run through your body. you could feel it from your toes to the tip of your nose.

price admired you though. he watched as you squirmed to accommodate his movements. a thrill of possessiveness ran up his spine at the thought of how his cock could fit in you.

not that co-worker he hated, or the guy who bagged your groceries. or even the guy who cashed your pay stubs. only him, john price.

his pace began to pick up as he felt the pleasure cross up his spine. he wiped the sweat from his forehead and leaned in to kiss you. he planted both hands on either side of your head as he thrusted into you.

your body moved against the bed and you held onto the covers under you. you moaned and whimpered against his kiss. it was music to his ears and it made him ache for more.

his good girl, who made him all fit inside of her. weren't you just the most perfect girl he could ever ask for. he only parted the kiss for a moment before he went in for another.

his cock felt so heavy. your hole fluttered around it, it was euphoria as he continued to move. the pleasure was filling both of your heads with heavy heat. his chest was soon pressed against yours as he held your thighs up to get as deep as he could get.

you panted heavily between moans. you tried to meet his pace without thinking. your eyes were hazy. the pleasure was intense, you let you boyfriend take control however he saw fit.

"my girl."

"yes."

you were the first to climax. the pleasure built up in your gut once more and you clenched around him as you let out a high pitched noise from the intensity of the climax.

price held you legs open further as he continued to thrust into you. your wetness costed all the way to his balls by the time he was giving his last few thrusts.

"good girl." he groaned, "lettin' me fill her up." then held onto your thighs as he finished in you.

for a moment you wondered if you took your birth control today. but in all honesty, it was a little too late for that. price was certainly not firing blanks.

his cock didn't grow soft after he finished. instead it fueled a new fire in him. now that he knew he could fit inside of you, how many loads would it take to fill you to the brim.

your brain was blank as he moved you to the next position.

by the end of the night, you were covered in sweat and your middle was a little firmer from the amount of captain john price's seed was inside of you.

even if you tried to get plan b in the morning, there wasn't enough of it in the world to protect you from the sheer amount of cum there was inside of you.

oops. <3

[simjaexy]

HELLO BEAUTIFUL I saw the MV of boxer enha AND LEMME TELL YOU BOXER SUNGHOON 😩 so I was wondering if you can make a drabble of Boxer! Sunghoon and reader and they get in to A LOT of sexy stuff? 😚 ALSO like a mean Dom Sunghoon? <3

Have a nice day pretty

Pairing ⇀ Boxer! Park Sunghoon x (F) Reader

Synopsis ⇀ You decided to visit Sunghoon at his boxing practice. But upon seeing him practice, you couldn’t help but feel a sexual way watching him practicing so focused and determined. So what happens when you decide to tease him while he’s practicing?

Genre ⇀ Pure Smut

Warnings ⇀ MINORS DNI!!!, Cursing, Sunghoon and reader are both a tease, Making out, Mean Dom! Sunghoon x Sub! Reader, Blowjob, Eating out, Humiliation, Overstimulation (f), Receiving (m&f), Doggy style, No protection (wrap it up), Cum swallowing, Multiple orgasms, Hickeys, Crying, Biting, Semi-public sex, Rough sex, Name calling (slut, good girl, etc.), Fingering, lmk if i missed anything!

W.c ⇀ 2.1k

A/n ⇀ You don’t even ask twice for that because I’m LIVING for Boxer Sunghoon. Kind of made it longer than I anticipated but I hope it meets your standards bb. If you would like to be on the perm tag list click here! Like, Reblog, Comment, and etc! Not proofread!

You arrived at Sunghoons boxing gym, the air thick with the sounds of fists hitting punching bags and the occasional grunts of other men there. The rhythmic thudding of gloves against leather filled the room. You decided to pay Sunghoon a visit at his practice matches. It wasn’t everyday you get to see him in action.

As you stepped inside, your eyes immediately started searching for Sunghoon. And when you finally saw him, in the middle of the ring, his body glistening with sweat, muscles rippling under his tank top, focus etched deeply into his brow. He moved with precision and power. His focus was unbreakable, each punch thrown with skill and intensity. You assumed he didn’t noticed you with how focused he was.

You couldn't help but admire him, his dedication and strength evident in every movement. That’s when he finally glanced up and saw you standing there, a smile spreading across his face. He glanced back at the guy who he was practicing with, giving a him a dab before quickly making his way over to you, his eyes lighting up with happiness.

"Hey, you," He said, leaning in to give you a quick kiss, "Didn’t think you would actually make it."

You gave him a teasing smile, your heart skipping a beat at the brief but sweet gesture, “Wouldn't miss it for the world. Besides, you promised you’d take me out to dinner after.”

Sunghoon gave you a little chuckle, “Of course pretty. Just give me a few more minutes.” He spoke, his voice low. You felt slickness between your legs and mentally cursed yourself for feeling sexual i a public area.

But then again, you couldn’t help yourself with the way he stares at you, as if he wanted the other men know that he owns you. Sunghoon gave one last look at you, sending a wink before heading back to the ring, his focus shifting back to his training.

You watched him, mesmerized by the way he moved, each punch and dodge executed with perfect form. You didn’t notice the gym started to empty out, the sounds of practice gradually fading as people left for the day.

With the gym now almost empty, you decided to have a little fun. You walked over to the edge of the ring, leaning against the ropes as you called out to him, "Hey, champ, need a break?"

Sunghoon looked over at you, a playful smirk on his face, he knew exactly what you were trying to do, “Are you trying to distract me?"

"Maybe," you replied, your tone teasing, "Or maybe I just want to see if you can handle a little distraction."

He chuckled, stepping out of the ring and walking over to you, "Oh, I can handle it. The question is, can you?"

You raised an eyebrow, a mischievous grin spreading across your face, "Why don't you come find out?"

Sunghoon closed the distance between you, his eyes locked on yours. You leaned in, feeling hit hot breath fanning your lips. But just as your lips were about to touch, he smirked and gently pushed you back.

"Not so fast," He teased, his voice low, "I've still got some training to do."

You stood there, stunned. What the fuck? As he turned and walked back to the ring. He glanced over his shoulder with a wink, his eyes twinkling with amusement. You hated when he did that, "Patience, love," He said, before resuming his practice, leaving you both flustered and confused.

You watched him with a pout on your unkissed lips. But you couldn’t help but feel like getting him back. Besides, he deserves it right. You knew Sunghoon like the back of your hand, it’ll be easy getting him all hot and bothered.

After a few minutes, you decided to turn up the heat. You slowly took off your jacket, letting it drop to the floor, "Is it just me, or is it really hot in here?" You asked, your voice carrying a hint of innocence.

Sunghoon didn't look at you, but he nodded, his focus still on his training, “Yeah, it's pretty warm. The guys don’t really like the cold here."

You frowned not seeing him look at you. That’s when you suddenly got an idea and grinned, deciding to take it a step further. You tucked your shirt up a bit, revealing your stomach, just enough to catch his attention, "Hey, Sunghoon, can I ask you something?"

This time, he stopped mid-punch and turned to look at you. His eyes widened seeing the sight of you. Jacket on the floor with you leaning backwards with your stomach peaking out. One more tuck up then your bra would be in view. A pink dust spread across his cheeks as he took in the thought of you like that. It was quiet for a few seconds before he snapped and made eye contact with you.

"What... what is it?" He stammered, unable to tear his gaze away from you.

You smiled, clearly enjoying the effect you had on him, "Oh, nothing important. Just wanted to see if you were paying attention."

Sunghoon shook his head, a huff coming out, as if he was controlling himself. As if he doesn’t wanna fall for your tricks, “You definitely have my attention now," He admits.

You laughed softly, feeling a sense of pride, “Well I don’t think I need it anymore. You can go back to practicing.” You mumbled, but Sunghoon heard you. He nodded, knowing that if he spoke his voice would definitely sound needy. So, he continued practicing once again.

You decided to unclip your bra and take it off, also dropping that on the floor. Your perky nipples in clear view. You felt the room thicken within seconds. You slowly led your hand towards your cloth core, rubbing your wet folds, letting out a soft moan.

Sunghoon let out a pained groan and rubbed his neck, probably because he dodged so many punches from the other guy earlier. That's when he looked over at you and saw you rubbing your folds and fiddling with your perky nipples, letting out pitiful moans. Your eyes were closed, clearly not noticing him stopping and staring right at you.

The sight in front of him definitely made him rock hard. Fuck. Finally, without warning, Sunghoon ripped off his gloves and tossed them to the ground. His sudden movement startled you, and before you could react, he was striding towards you with a lustful hard look in his eyes. Your heart raced as he closed the distance between you in a matter of seconds.

His hands found your waist, and he pulled you against him with a roughness that took your breath away. Before you could utter a word, his lips crashed into yours, demanding and intense. The kiss was fierce, filled with all the pent-up frustration and desire he'd been holding back.

You immediately wrapped your arms around his neck, melting into him. His hands roamed your back, pulling you even closer, while your fingers tangled in his hair, deepening the kiss. You let out a whimper feeling one of his legs push in between yours.

You immediately began grinding down, feeling your core brush against your underwear. It felt so good. Sunghoon gripped one of your breasts, squeezing them harshly. You broke the kiss and let out a loud moan.

You didn’t have time to react when Sunghoon dragged you to a mat that was laying down not far from you guys. He pushed you down on the mat, your back hitting it roughly. You let out a pained whimper before feeling Sunghoon get on top you.

“You wanna fucking act like a slut? Bothering me while I’m practicing for a big match.” He snapped. You gave him an innocent smile, your eyes fluttering. Fuck, you really like pissing him off. He didn’t waste any time sucking on your neck, hickeys forming. You squirmed and let out a mewl when he bit down.

“H-Hoonie- hic!- hurts!” You cried out. Sunghoon paid no mind to you. This is what you wanted right? He licked the bite mark gently before lifting his head up again. You felt intimidated by his intense gaze, looking away in humiliation, but Sunghoon was having any of that. He forcefully grabbed your jaw and made you look at him.

“If you wanna get fucked good then you’re gonna suck my dick.” He growled. You bit your lip and with teary eyes, you nodded. You didn’t waste a second, pulling down his sweats to see his cloth dick. You slowly pulled his boxers down, his dick springing free, slapping his stomach.

You softly wrapped your hands around it, stroking it lazily. Sunghoon watched you with an unreadable expression, almost as if he was bored. So, you opened your mouth, granting him full access to your mouth and putting his dick in. You let in a moan feeling him hit the back of your throat. Your face close to his pubic hair.

Sunghoon didn’t give a warning when he suddenly gripped your hair and took his dick out and pushed back in making you gag. Although you were slapping his thigh, he continued to thrust inside your mouth at a rough pace. You felt tears gather in your eyes again. Sunghoon loved it.

You heard his groans and curses and felt his dick twitch inside your mouth, indicating he was close. He gave out three more thrust before cumming deep in your throat. Sunghoon let out a hiss, taking his dick out of your mouth.

“Open.” He demanded. You opened your mouth, showing him you swallowed everything. He gave you a soft smile and rubbed your head, “Good girl.”

You couldn’t speak when he suddenly pushed you back down making you yelp. He slid off your shorts and underwear revealing your wet pussy. He licked his lips, his eyes gazing with lust. Before he could do anything, you held his head, “Shit, wait Sunghoon. W-We’re in public.” You whispered. Sunghoon paused and stared at you.

“You now noticed that after you sucked me off?” He said. You whined and Sunghoon sighed. He can’t say no to you, “I’ll make it fast.” He added. Besides, he really wanted to taste your sweet pussy.

He didn’t wanna hear you say anymore and flicked his tongue against your bud. You covered your mouth, but your moan was still heard. Sunghoon let out an ‘hmm’ tasting your sweet pussy. He noticed you covering your mouth and gave you a slap on your thigh. You stared at him dazed, “I wanna hear you.” He said.

You nodded and uncovered your mouth, feeling too drunk off of pleasure to say no. He then continued to lick your pussy. He sucked on your bud before licking your hole. You let out sighs and pants when he all of a sudden stuck a finger inside you while he was suckling on your bud.

“Oh god! s’good!” You moaned. You felt saliva dripping down your lips, but didn’t care to wipe it off. Sunghoon hums vibrated against your pussy and that’s when you felt your orgasm coming.

“Gonna cum! Cumming-“ You let out one last time before coming undone on Sunghoon tongue. He licked your juices, taking his finger out. You panted shaky and weak.

Sunghoon flipped you over, aligning his dick at your entrance. He slowly pushed in, making you both moan in unison. You squirmed under him, feeling overstimulated. Sunghoon chuckled, “Looks like my good girl can’t take it.”

You shook your head, “No! I-I can. Please Sunghoon- fuck me!” You begged. Sunghoon's eyes turned dark. You couldn’t comprehend what was happening when you felt him push deep inside you, knocking the air out of you.

The sound of loud skin slapping echoed in the gym. Someone had to have heard you guys. You let out loud moans and whimpers, feeling him so deep in you. Both of your bodies sticky with sweat. God the smell of sex was unbearable.

Sunghoon gripped your waist hard. He knows they’ll be bruised later on, and he fucking loves it. You arch your back more, giving Sunghoon even deeper access if it was even possible. His dick felt too good in you. It’s like your pussy was made for him.

You felt your orgasm coming, “H-Hoonie m’gonna cum again- ah!” You screamed, your orgasm crashing. Sunghoon threw his head back and came seconds later, his cum spurting inside. You felt so full.

He took his now soft dick out and pulled up his sweatpants and boxers. He helped you up and gave you a towel so you can fix yourself up. After you were done you noticed Sunghoon already having his bag in his hand. You smiled at him softly. Sunghoon smiled back, feeling his heart race. He loved your afterglow.

You both walked out the gym, hand in hand. You didn’t know gym sex was something you wanna plan on doing again, but when Sunghoon kisses your hand gently and gives you a loving look, who are you to complain?

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