#it keeps skipping songs saying that “this song can't be played right now” or something similar

[hyunjinz]

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[aakeysmash]

prompt:

sukuna skipping gym to sleep in and later on does his workout in their living room, using her as a weight when doing push ups, may turn heated hehe

college Sukuna's masterlist

turned this into a college!sukuna drabble lmao sorry!! no smut this time, i wanted to elaborate a bit on sukuna's protectivness toward yuuji :)

You're humming a song from your studying playlist when you hear someone knocking at your door. You look at the clock you keep on your desk near a plant Yuuji gifted you last week. On the terracotta vase there's a scribbled note in the obvious handwriting of a child.

To: baby peach, but no more annoying screams when we play, please!

You smile. He always chooses to be baby mario when you play Mario Kart together because he doesn't want you to feel alone in case you're the only baby character. He's such a cute kid, you're lucky to have him as one of your almost-roommates.

You get up (it's still pretty early anyway) and stretch your back, hearing it pop. You open the door, and standing in front of it is the same kid you were thinking about.

"Hey," you wave at him, a happy tilt to your voice. You look at him shuffling and avoiding your gaze.

"Is everything okay, Yuuji?" you start getting worried. He mumbles something you don't hear clearly, so you make him repeat himself. He juts his lip out, then looks straight at your face.

"Can you take me to school please?"

You raise your eyebrows. Usually, this is a big brother kind of duty: where is Sukuna? Yuuji takes your silence as rejection and starts backtracking.

"Sorry, I didn't want to disturb you, I can just go alone-"

"Sure, let me grab my purse and we can go," you stop him, changing your expression to one of calmness, ruffling his pink, unruly hair.

"Are you sure it's not a bother?" he asks you hesitantly. "Big bro closed his door and I can't seem to be able to wake him up... and I'm supposed to be accompanied by an adult..."

"It's not a big deal, Yuuji. I'll take you in my passenger seat, okay? We'll be there shortly," you reassure him, nodding.

"Thanks," he says, blushing, giving you one of the biggest smiles you've ever seen him do. Your heart melts a little, and he looks at you like you've physically hung up the sun shining outside.

When you get back home, you're not even able to get to your room when you find yourself being squished between the nearest wall and a hot, rapidly rising and falling chest.

"Where the fuck is my brother?" Sukuna grits out his teeth, breathing down your neck. You wince. He's controlling his strength, but he's still a mountain compared to you, and your ribcage is starting to hurt.

"Get off of me right now or I'm calling the police, Itadori."

He notices he must have been too rough and takes a step back, mumbling an apology while still looking at you menacingly. You pat your clothes, making sure there are no wrinkles before answering him.

"I took him to school. He told me he was being neglected by his own caretaker, so I had to intervene," you shrug.

"He did not say that. He doesn't even know the word neglect," he says, sighing. His shoulders drop and he takes on a more relaxed appearance.

"What's wrong with you? You've never gotten up later than 6 am," you ask him, trying to sound nonchalant, walking toward your fridge to make yourself a toast. The truth is, you're starting to get attached to him. In the last couple of months, you've created some sort of bond, and it's probably also thanks to Yuuji and his stubbornness in making you do things like you're a family. Just last night, he forced you both to make cookies with him because apparently his friend Megumi was coming to play this afternoon and "he wanted to make a good impression".

Sukuna, on the other hand, can be a lot. The majority of the time he nudges you to get you to move out of his way (he just does it to see your annoyed face, but he's not going to tell you that), huffs in your face when you say he hasn't cleaned his dishes from the night before, and flips you off whenever you try to have a civil conversation about who's turn it is to choose the film on Friday night. But he's also pretty attentive. It's not like he makes you notice it, but he does feel bad for you when you get out of your room after an all nighter because of your studies. He thinks you're annoying because you're always trying to pry into his private life, but when you're not home Yuuji always asks of your whereabouts. Yeah, that's definitely why he can't stop thinking about you laughing with the boy he literally raised. The boy whose disappearance was driving him insane this morning.

Because sure, Sukuna tells Yuuji he's a brat 95% of the time, and the kid yaps way too much for his taste. He also manhandles the kid badly, telling him he's way too weak to be called his brother, and more often than not Sukuna tells him he's adopted and that he'll kick him out as soon as he can. But you've seen the way he prepared soup every night when his little brother caught the flu in December—he's just full of shit. He'll never admit how hard it was to raise a brother he didn't want at 13, alone and broke. But he'll make sure the child never doubts of having someone to fall back into like Sukuna did since he was much younger than Yuuji is now.

"Didn't sleep well and I missed the gym," he responds, munching on an apple. You hum in acknowledgment, not turning around from the stove.

"You know that pilates class you suggested to me last week? I found their videos on YouTube. I was thinking of starting them today," you quickly change the topic. You know you won't get more than that; him admitting he didn't sleep well was already a win.

"Wanna start them with me, chipmunk?" he asks you. You turn around to slap his arm slightly.

"I told you to stop calling me that," you say rolling your eyes.

"No."

You whine. "Yes, by the way. I want to see you suffer like the men I see on TikTok."

"Come be my weight and I'll do pilates with you today," he suddenly says. You're biting your toast and you're so caught off guard that you start coughing up crumbles. He hands you a glass of water while telling you you're too fucking dramatic.

"What does it mean to be your weight?" you tentatively ask him when you can breathe properly again.

That's how you find yourself sitting crisscrossed on his back, gripping his shirt as hard as you can, while he does pushups and tries not to laugh every time you scream about him moving too much and almost making you fall.

[kyunghwannie]

Entangled In A Dance Of Love. (Part: 1)

Ft. TWICE'S Hirai Momo (x Male Reader as a trainee)

Genre: Slow Burn-Romance.

Backstory: You are an Ace trainee in JYPE, one who have been pushing throughout vocals, rap, visual aspects. Though, your dancing needed polishment. But who knew fate would entangle you to Hirai Momo of TWICE, the goddess of Dancing herself, as your "dance mentor". She was someone you admired a lot and now she is gonna be your dance mentor? Damn, chilling. But your connection doesn’t stay all Serious and dancing when a new person joined in between you which led Momo to come clean on her feelings Harboured for you.

You're in the practice room, the soft glow of the overhead lights casting a focused ambiance as you stand in front of the mirror. The track plays in your headphones, the rhythm pumping through your veins as you hit each note with precision. The lyrics flow out smoothly, but you can't shake the feeling that something is off. You've been practicing for hours now, and you know you need to perfect every detail if you want to impress.

Y/N: "I have to get this right... I can't afford to slip up."

You pause and sigh, taking a moment to collect your thoughts before going over the lyrics again. The song's melody starts anew in your ears, and you belt out the chorus, the notes crisp and clear this time.

Just as you begin to feel that little bit of relief, the door creaks open.

You turn around, half-expecting one of the other trainees to barge in, but it's someone you recognize instantly-Jin, a staff member you've grown close to over the past few months. He's always been easygoing, a calming presence amid the chaos of training.

Jin: "Not bad, Y/N. But, you've been at this for hours. You're gonna wear yourself out if you keep going like this."

You chuckle, wiping a bead of sweat from your forehead.

Y/N: "I want to get it perfect, Jin. I can't let anyone down."

He shrugs, giving you that reassuring smile that always seems to put you at ease.

Jin: "You'll do fine. But I'm actually here to let you know-looks like you're getting a mentor soon."

Your eyes widen in surprise.

Y/N: "A mentor? Who?"

Jin: "Well, it's a surprise, but I'm sure you'll get along with her. Just be ready. You'll meet her soon."

With that, Jin steps out, leaving you to digest the news. A mentor... You can't help but wonder who it could be.

Your mind races as the door shuts behind Jin. A mentor... A woman... The words repeat in your head like a song you can't escape. Who could it be? The possibilities swirl in your thoughts-maybe a popular choreographer, someone from Stray Kids or GOT7? But, no, they are men... That thought doesn't leave you.

Your heart skips a beat as the idea lodges itself in your mind. Could it be... one of the members from TWICE?

You lean against the mirrored wall, your reflection staring back at you. You can't help but replay every interaction you've had with the TWICE members-how they always seemed so effortlessly graceful, their presence filling the room. And yet, you've only had the briefest of encounters with them so far. You've been focused on your own training, never imagining that one of them could be your mentor.

But now, with the mention of a "dance mentor," only one name comes to mind-

Hirai Momo.

The thought hits you like a jolt of electricity. She's not only an incredible dancer, but she's also known for being kind yet strict, pushing everyone around her to be their best. The idea of training under her makes your stomach flutter, and you try to quell the excitement building inside of you.

Y/N: "What would I even say to her? How should I act? Should I be professional or... maybe a little more friendly?"

You fidget with the hem of your shirt, overthinking every possible scenario. What if you mess up in front of her? What if you make a fool of yourself? You've heard stories of how intimidating TWICE can be to trainees, how everyone respects them for not just their talent but their discipline. And now... What if she's the one who'll be overseeing your progress?

The more you think about it, the more nervous you become. You imagine Momo walking into the practice room, her smile lighting up the space as she greets you with that gentle yet confident air she has. But then, you also imagine the strict, no-nonsense side of her, pushing you harder than you've ever been pushed before.

Y/N: "Okay. Just breathe. No need to stress. Just be yourself. No matter who it is, I'll make this work."

But as you mutter the words to yourself, that little spark of worry refuses to die. Could it really be Momo? You have to admit, the thought makes your heart beat faster than you'd like to admit.

Meanwhile

In a different part of the building, Momo was lounging on the couch in the practice room, surrounded by her fellow members of TWICE. The atmosphere was casual and light-hearted, the sound of laughter and chatter filling the air. Momo had kicked off her shoes and was happily munching on a bag of chips, not a care in the world. The tension of her usual training was far behind her, and for once, it felt good to just relax with the girls.

Momo: "These chips are the best." She laughed, tossing a few into her mouth, savoring the crunch as Sana and Dahyun chatted about the upcoming performances.

Sana, always the playful one, grinned at Momo's casual demeanor.

Sana: "You know, Momo, you should take a break more often. You're always working so hard."

Momo smiled but shook her head.

Momo: "It's just... hard to rest when there's so much to do. But today? It's a cheat day."

Just as Momo was about to grab another handful of chips, the door to the practice room swung open. The girls all glanced over, and Jeongyeon stepped in with a slightly serious expression, but there was an underlying curiosity in her eyes. She walked over to where Momo was lounging on the couch, her voice lowering slightly as she leaned in.

Jeongyeon: "Momo... I need to talk to you about something."

Momo looked up from her chips, raising an eyebrow, sensing a change in Jeongyeon's tone.

Momo: "What's up, Jeongyeon? Did something happen?"

Jeongyeon glanced around to make sure the others weren't too close, and once she was certain the room was quiet, she sat down beside Momo.

Jeongyeon: "It's about the new trainee... Y/N."

At the mention of your name, Momo's lips curled into a faint, knowing smile. She had been keeping a close eye on you ever since you entered JYPE. From the moment she saw you, she had sensed that you were different. You were an ace, someone who excelled at everything-vocals, rap, even your visuals were on point. But there was one thing that stood out above all else: your dance needed work.

And Momo, being the meticulous and driven dancer she was, knew you had potential. She had made up her mind long ago to take you under her wing, though no one else knew about her plans. The decision was personal-and only she knew why.

Momo: "What about Y/N?" she asked casually, trying to play it cool, though a glint of mischief sparkled in her eyes.

Jeongyeon leaned in closer, her voice dropping even lower.

Jeongyeon: "I've heard some things... about how he's this amazing all-around trainee. He's good at everything, but his dancing? Not so much. So... are you really going to be his mentor?"

Momo raised an eyebrow, tilting her head slightly as she tapped her fingers against the bag of chips.

Momo: "What, you're surprised? I think I'm just the right person for the job."

Jeongyeon crossed her arms, eyeing Momo with a skeptical look.

Jeongyeon: "But you've been keeping this under wraps, haven't you? We didn't know you were even considering being a mentor for him."

Momo shrugged nonchalantly, though there was a hint of excitement in her voice as she spoke.

Momo: "What can I say? Sometimes the best things are worth keeping a little secret. Besides, Y/N's talented. I think with a little help, his dance will improve in no time."

Jeongyeon tilted her head, studying Momo carefully.

Jeongyeon: "You know... I've seen him train a few times. He's pretty amazing, and I've heard everyone talking about how he's got potential in every area. But why you? Why did you want to take him on as a project?"

Momo's smile widened, a playful glint flickering in her eyes. She took a moment before responding, making sure no one else was listening too closely.

Momo: "It's because I know he has the potential. But what you don't know is... I've got my reasons."

Jeongyeon's eyes narrowed, her curiosity piqued even further. She knew Momo well enough to know that when she had a reason, she was usually right. But this... there was something more to it.

Jeongyeon: "You're acting like there's a deeper reason for this. What's going on?"

Momo leaned back on the couch, looking thoughtful for a moment. She had always been a bit of an enigma, and Jeongyeon knew that when Momo wanted to keep something to herself, she wouldn't share. She was about to say something more when a mischievous grin appeared on her face.

Momo: "Let's just say... I have a personal interest in making sure he succeeds. That's all."

Jeongyeon raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued but not pushing any further. She had learned over the years that when Momo said something like that, it was best to leave it alone-for now.

Jeongyeon: "Alright, alright... I'll take your word for it. But don't make me find out the hard way."

Momo chuckled softly, popping another chip into her mouth.

Momo: "You'll see. Everything will unfold in time."

The conversation faded as the other members continued their lighthearted banter, but Momo's mind was already focused on what lay ahead. She had made her choice, and nothing would stop her from helping you reach your full potential-whatever the cost.

She wasn't just going to train you as a dancer-there was something more in store for you. Something only Momo understood. And soon... you would, too.

Momo "Y/N... what is it about you?"

Momo sat back on the couch, letting her fingers absentmindedly toss a few more chips into her mouth. The crunch was satisfying, but it did little to drown out the storm of thoughts swirling in her mind. Her gaze flickered toward the other girls, laughing and chatting, completely unaware of the quiet, calculated decisions happening under the surface. They had no idea-none of them knew the plan she had in motion.

She couldn't deny it. From the first time she saw you, she knew there was something about you. You weren't like the other trainees who struggled with one thing but excelled at others. You were good-no, great-in all aspects. Vocals, rap, your visual presence... and yet, the dance. That one thing. It needed refinement, but it wasn't hopeless. Far from it.

It had taken Momo a while to realize why you piqued her interest so much. At first, it was just your undeniable talent that caught her attention. You stood out in the crowd of trainees with a natural aura that only the best had. But then there was something else... something that stirred in her chest every time she saw you try, every time you stumbled and picked yourself back up.

Momo "You're frustratingly perfect. Almost too perfect for someone like me to take under my wing."

She laughed quietly to herself, biting her lip. It wasn't just about the dance. It was about you. About the way you pushed yourself, the way you held yourself even when you were unsure. There was a vulnerability in you-something raw and untapped-that she found herself strangely drawn to. You weren't afraid to fail. And that... that was what made her want to help you even more.

But that didn't mean she was going to make it easy for you. No, she wasn't some kind of fairy godmother, here to wave a magic wand and make everything perfect. She wasn't going to hand you success on a silver platter.

Momo "You think I'm going to make it easy for you, don't you?"

Her lips curled into a smirk, the feeling of power creeping back into her veins. You might think she'd be there to cheer you on, to guide you every step of the way, but she knew better than that. This wouldn't be a typical mentorship.

Momo "I'll break you down. And then, I'll build you back up."

She wasn't going to coddle you. She was going to push you to your limits, take you to places you never thought you could go-and then watch you rise. It wouldn't be smooth sailing, but that was part of the thrill. She knew you could handle it. But the question was-could you handle her? Could you deal with the way she would challenge you? The way she would keep you on your toes, never giving you an inch of comfort.

Momo chuckled again, her gaze flicking briefly over to where the girls were chatting away, oblivious.

Momo "They don't get it. They don't know why I chose you."

She leaned back into the couch, letting the weight of her decision settle on her shoulders. It wasn't just about polishing your dance skills or getting you ready for your big debut. No, there was something else she was after-something only she knew. Something only she could give you.

Momo "You're not just going to be another trainee. You're going to be someone who stands out for reasons beyond just your skill. And I'll make sure of that."

She could already see the way you'd react-your surprise, your confusion, maybe even frustration as she pushed you harder than anyone else would. But that was exactly what made it exciting. She could sense it, that you were going to be a challenge. And Momo, well, she loved a good challenge.

But the deeper truth of it all? Why her? Why you?

That was the part only she could answer.

Momo's smile turned a little more mischievous, her fingers tapping rhythmically against the armrest. She wasn't going to tell you now. She wasn't going to give away anything. Not yet. She would let you wonder.

Momo "You'll figure it out in time... And when you do, I hope you'll understand why I chose you, Y/N."

She stood up, stretching, the plan already taking root in her mind. There was a lot of work to be done, but with you, it would be fun.

As Momo was lost in her thoughts, her plans swirling around in her mind like a secret waiting to be uncovered, she felt a familiar weight press against her side. A soft, almost too gentle touch on her shoulder. She glanced down to see Sana, who had somehow found her way over, her usual playful grin lighting up her face.

Sana: "Momo-oo! What's going on in that little head of yours?"

Momo's smirk faltered, and she rolled her eyes as Sana flopped onto the couch beside her, resting her head on Momo's shoulder. Her arms immediately snaked around Momo's waist in that signature clingy way, and Momo sighed, leaning into the touch despite herself.

Momo: "Sana, seriously. Why are you so needy today?"

Sana simply pouted, pressing closer as she batted her eyelashes in that exaggerated way she knew would get under Momo's skin. She knew exactly what she was doing.

Sana: "I just want to be close to my favorite Momoring! You've been too focused on your new 'project' lately."

Momo chuckled, brushing a few strands of hair away from her face as she leaned back into the couch, her eyes narrowing slightly at the mention of the "project." It wasn't something she'd been hiding, exactly. But it was clear Sana had noticed the extra attention Momo had been giving to you, and the curiosity in her voice wasn't subtle.

Sana: "So... how's your new mentee?"

Momo froze for just a moment, her fingers idly running over the edge of the chip bag, suddenly aware of Sana's intense gaze. She could feel the shift in the air, the way Sana's playful tone had dropped into something more serious. She wasn't just asking about a trainee-she was asking about you.

Momo tried to keep her tone casual, but there was something about Sana's close proximity, the way her arms tightened around her, that made it hard to ignore the undercurrent of tension.

Momo: "Y/N's... fine. He's a little rough around the edges with his dancing, but he's got potential. You know, he's the ace trainee. All the potential in the world, but he just needs the right kind of guidance."

Sana's lips quirked up in a sly grin as she tilted her head, her eyes narrowing as she took in Momo's response.

Sana: "Hmm... You're really into him, aren't you?"

Momo blinked, momentarily taken aback by the directness of Sana's words. She hadn't expected Sana to see through her so easily-then again, Sana had always been sharp, and even though she acted playful and carefree, she wasn't blind to what was going on.

Momo: "What? No, I'm just his mentor. I'm just focused on his dance-nothing more."

Sana leaned closer, her voice suddenly lower, almost teasing.

Sana: "Oh? Because I've been noticing you've been looking at him a little... differently." She placed a finger on Momo's cheek, tracing the outline lightly, and then smirked. "I think you're a little bit too interested in him, Momo."

Momo bit her lip, trying to maintain her composure. But deep inside, her heart raced. She wasn't sure why the thought of Sana prying so deeply into her plans bothered her. Maybe because she'd been so careful to keep it a secret, or maybe because she didn't want anyone to steal that edge of control she had over the situation.

Sana, of course, wasn't one to let anything go. Her hands moved to Momo's shoulders, massaging lightly, the kind of tender touch that only a few people could get away with. It was obvious Sana knew exactly what she was doing-she wasn't just being clingy. She was trying to probe, trying to figure out what Momo was hiding.

Sana: "Come on, Momo. You can tell me. I've been hearing a lot about this Y/N guy. I know he's talented and all, but I can see that he's caught your eye. Why are you so interested in him?"

Momo tried to keep her voice steady, her gaze avoiding Sana's as she pretended to be more interested in the bag of chips in her hand. But inside, she could feel her guard starting to slip, even if only a little.

Momo: "You're overthinking it. I'm just helping him out. He's talented, but he's not ready yet. I'm just... doing what I do best."

Sana chuckled, brushing her nose against Momo's neck in that irritatingly affectionate way.

Sana: "You know, I don't believe you for a second. You've got that look in your eyes, the one you always get when you're being cryptic and mysterious."

Momo couldn't help but laugh. She'd always been the secretive type, and while she didn't mind teasing Sana with her vague answers, the truth was that this-you-wasn't something she wanted to share just yet. She wasn't ready for someone else to start getting any ideas about you.

Momo: "Maybe I just don't want to share everything with you, huh?"

Sana giggled, obviously not convinced but enjoying the tease. She nuzzled into Momo's shoulder more, her voice softening.

Sana: "Fine, I get it. You'll tell me eventually, right?"

Momo smiled, her fingers tracing circles on the chip bag, the feeling of Sana's warmth against her side oddly comforting.

Momo: "Maybe. Maybe not. But just know... I'm not letting him get away that easily."

Sana raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued again.

Sana: "Oh? Why not?"

Momo's smile turned into something more enigmatic, a knowing glint in her eyes. She leaned back into the couch, savoring the mystery she was leaving between them.

Momo: "Why do you think, Sana? He's mine to shape. And trust me... I don't plan on sharing."

Sana pulled back just slightly, just enough for Momo to see the way her lips curved into a knowing smirk. Her arms were still draped around Momo's shoulders, but there was something different now-something calculated in the way she tilted her head, her soft brown eyes watching Momo with quiet amusement.

Sana: "Mmm... You don't plan on sharing, huh?"

Momo didn't respond right away. Instead, she just stared at Sana, her expression unreadable. She knew where this was going. Knew exactly what Sana was trying to pull.

And of course, Sana wasn't the type to just let things go.

Sana: "That's cute, Momo," she continued, voice light, almost playful. "But you know... You're not the only one who's been paying attention to him."

Momo's fingers, which had been lazily toying with the edge of the chip bag, stilled for a moment. It was subtle, barely noticeable, but Sana caught it.

She always caught these things.

Momo: "Oh?" Her tone was casual, effortless. "And here I thought you were too busy clinging to me to notice."

Sana chuckled, brushing a strand of Momo's hair behind her ear in an almost affectionate manner before leaning in, whispering just close enough for only Momo to hear.

Sana: "You think I don't have eyes, Momo? Please."

Momo didn't flinch, didn't even let her expression waver, but something in her stomach curled-something unfamiliar but not entirely unwelcome.

Sana was testing her. Again.

Sana: "He's interesting," she mused, her voice slow, dragging the words out as if she were savoring them. "A real all-rounder. He's got the talent, the looks... and from what I've seen, he's got that little spark, too."

Momo exhaled quietly through her nose.

Momo: "And?"

Sana's smile widened just a fraction.

Sana: "And," she echoed, "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't curious."

The words weren't just a statement-they were a challenge.

Momo finally turned to look at her fully, her eyes scanning Sana's expression, searching for something deeper. And she saw it. The flicker of something competitive, something playful yet sharp beneath the surface.

It wasn't jealousy. Not in the way most people would think.

It was the same kind of rivalry they had always had-the same push and pull, the same silent battle that kept their friendship interesting.

Sana wasn't here to ruin anything.

She was here to compete.

Momo: "Curious, huh?" she mused, tilting her head. "That's a dangerous word, Sana."

Sana grinned, her fingers lightly tracing the fabric of Momo's sleeve.

Sana: "Only if you're scared."

Momo scoffed, shaking her head, a small laugh escaping her lips.

Momo: "Please. If anyone should be scared, it's you."

Sana raised an eyebrow.

Sana: "Oh? And why's that?"

Momo leaned in, lowering her voice just slightly, the weight of her words settling between them.

Momo: "Because I already made the first move."

For the first time in the conversation, Sana paused. Just for a second. But that second was enough for Momo to know she had landed a hit.

Sana quickly recovered, though, her smile turning sharper.

Sana: "Hmm... So that's why you kept this whole thing quiet. You didn't want me getting any ideas."

Momo didn't answer. She didn't need to.

Sana exhaled dramatically, finally pulling away, though her presence still lingered, her warmth still pressed against Momo's side.

Sana: "Well, that's too bad. Because now... I do have ideas."

Momo smirked, shaking her head as she reached for her bag of chips again.

Momo: "Too late. I already called dibs."

Sana laughed, throwing herself back against the couch, her head resting against Momo's shoulder once more.

Sana: "Dibs? Momo, sweetie, you should know by now that I don't believe in dibs."

Momo watched as Sana finally peeled herself away, stretching her arms above her head with an exaggerated sigh before turning toward the rest of the girls. But as she did, there was a deliberate shift in her step-a playful, teasing sway of her hips that Momo immediately clocked.

Momo chuckled, her gaze flickering toward the ceiling.

Of course.

Sana knew exactly what she was doing.

Momo leaned back against the couch, crossing her arms as she watched the display unfold, her lips pressing together in a knowing smirk.

Sana took her time walking back toward the others, her movements slow and effortless, as if she wasn't just teasing Momo right now. But at the last second, right before she fully rejoined the group, she stopped.

And turned.

Her eyes found Momo's instantly, and there was that same mischievous glint, the one that had been lingering between them all night.

Sana: "You know, Momo..."

Her voice was light, almost sweet, but Momo wasn't fooled.

Sana: "You may have made the first move..."

Momo arched an eyebrow, waiting.

Sana's smirk widened.

Sana: "But don't forget-TWICE is still Y/N's sunbaes."

The room felt just a little smaller at that moment.

Momo knew what she was getting at.

Sana tilted her head slightly, her eyes twinkling with something between amusement and challenge.

Sana: "Which means I don't need an assignment to hop in."

Momo's fingers twitched against her sleeve, her smirk unwavering, but internally, she felt something spark inside her-something competitive, something she hadn't quite expected to feel so strongly.

So that's how she wanted to play it.

Sana held her gaze for another second, letting the words linger, letting them settle between them like an unspoken promise. Then, with a playful flick of her hair, she spun back around and waltzed toward the others as if she hadn't just dropped a bomb between them.

Momo exhaled through her nose, shaking her head with a quiet chuckle.

Momo (to herself): "Tch. This girl..."

She reached for another chip, popping it into her mouth with a thoughtful crunch.

This was going to be interesting.

Momo's Thoughts

Momo kept her eyes on Sana's retreating figure, watching the effortless way she slid back into conversation with the other girls.

That last line... That smug little grin...

Sana wasn't just teasing.

Momo sighed, crunching another chip between her teeth as she let her thoughts settle.

Sana was clever. She never made things too obvious, but if you knew her well enough, you could pick up on the small things-the way she lingered on a topic, the way she threw in playful jabs that held just a bit of truth beneath them.

And now, Momo knew.

Sana had been watching you, too. Maybe not in the exact way Momo had, but... the interest was there.

Of course, it was.

It wasn't hard to see why. You weren't just another trainee. You were different. The kind of talent that wasn't just impressive-but exciting.

And Momo... she had seen that before anyone else.

That's why she had made the move first. Why she had planned this from the start.

Why she had been so adamant about being the one to mentor you.

Sana could play her little games all she wanted, but Momo wasn't going to let this slip through her fingers.

She knew how to guide you. How to push you. How to shape you into something even greater.

And if-just if-something more happened along the way...

Well.

That was her business.

She reached for another chip but stopped, suddenly losing interest in the snack.

Her mind was elsewhere now.

On you.

And apparently... she wasn't the only one.

Sana's Thoughts

Sana smiled as she rejoined the girls, slipping into the conversation naturally, laughing at whatever joke Nayeon had thrown into the mix.

But her mind was still on Momo.

And you.

She could feel Momo's stare, even if she wasn't looking anymore. That small pause, that shift in the air-Sana knew she had struck a nerve.

Good.

She wasn't stupid. She had noticed the way Momo had been paying more attention to you lately. The extra time spent watching you, the way she always seemed to bring you up in casual conversation.

At first, Sana had thought it was just Momo being Momo-passionate about dance, about shaping raw talent.

But the more she watched... the more she listened...

The more she realized it was more than that.

And that's when it had hit her.

This isn't just about mentoring, is it, Momo?

Sana didn't know what exactly Momo was planning. But she did know one thing-if Momo was interested, then so was she.

Not just because of their little unspoken rivalry.

Not just because she liked to tease Momo.

But because, if she was being honest...

She had already taken an interest in you.

Maybe not in the way Momo had. Not yet.

But now?

Now, she was paying closer attention.

She glanced over her shoulder, just for a second, just to catch Momo still sitting there, looking as composed as ever.

Sana smirked.

This was going to be fun.

Back To Y/N

The dorm room was quiet, the only sound being the faint hum of the city outside and the steady ticking of the clock on your wall. You lay on your bed, staring at the ceiling, arms resting behind your head as your mind raced.

Jin's words kept replaying in your head.

"You're getting a mentor. And it's a woman."

At first, you had gone through all the possibilities-some senior trainer, a choreographer from another company, maybe even someone from a different JYPE group. But no matter how much you thought about it, one name stood out.

Momo.

Hirai Momo.

The best dancer in K-pop. The standard. The one everyone looked up to when it came to performance.

And, more importantly, the only female who fit Jin's description.

You turned onto your side, gripping the blanket slightly.

If it was Momo, what did that mean for you?

You weren't lacking in skill. You knew that. Your vocals, rap, and visuals were all strong-but dance? That was the area where you needed polishing. And if anyone was going to push you to that next level, it would be her.

But still...

You exhaled, running a hand down your face.

How were you supposed to act around her?

She wasn't just another trainer. She wasn't some faceless coach giving you critiques from behind a clipboard. She was an idol. A top-tier performer. A legend in the industry.

And if she really was your mentor, then you'd be seeing her. Training with her. Learning from her, one-on-one.

Spending a lot of time with her.

You swallowed.

Would she be strict? Would she even take you seriously?

And... why you?

Of all the trainees in JYPE, why would she be the one assigned to you?

Your head sank deeper into the pillow as you sighed.

Maybe you were just overthinking it.

Maybe it wasn't Momo at all.

But deep down, a part of you already knew the truth.

And it made your heart beat just a little faster.

You let out a deep sigh, staring at the ceiling for a moment longer before pushing yourself up.

Y/N: "Tch... Why am I stressing over this?"

Your voice echoed slightly in the quiet room, but it wasn't like anyone was around to hear you talking to yourself. Still, the weight in your chest didn't disappear.

Shaking your head, you reached over to your desk, flipping open your laptop. The screen lit up instantly, and without thinking, your fingers navigated to YouTube.

TWICE's official channel.

It wasn't even a question of where to go-you already knew what you were looking for.

Your fingers hovered over the search bar for a second before typing: Momo Performance Project.

The video popped up immediately. You had seen it before, of course.

But tonight... it felt different.

You clicked on it, and the moment the music started, your eyes locked onto the screen.

Momo moved like she wasn't just dancing-she was breathing through her movements. Every step, every isolated pop, every fluid transition between soft and sharp-it was perfect. There wasn't a single unnecessary motion, not even the slightest hesitation.

And the control. The raw confidence she carried in every move.

Your jaw clenched slightly.

Y/N: "She's insane..."

It wasn't just her skill-it was the way she commanded the stage. She didn't just perform; she owned every second of it.

And that was who you'd be training under?

Your grip on the laptop tightened.

Y/N: "...I can't screw this up."

You didn't know why she had been the one assigned to you, or if there was a specific reason she agreed, but one thing was clear-if you were going to be trained by Momo, you needed to be ready.

Because if she expected you to keep up...

You had to.

Y/N: "I have to do this. I have to make her proud... I CAN'T FAIL HER-WAIT... MOMO... AHHHHH!!"

Suddenly, your face crumples, and the most dramatic sob escapes you. You flop dramatically onto the bed, clutching the laptop to your chest like it's the most precious thing in the world.

Y/N: "She's SO perfect... and I... I'm just a trainee... Why did she have to be so perfect?! I'll never keep up!!"

You roll over onto your side and let out a series of fake dramatic sobs, one hand covering your face, the other gripping the blanket for dear life.

Y/N: "MOMO... WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO TALENTED... AND BEAUTIFUL... AND... AND... AAAAAAAHHHH!!!"

You pause, sniffing loudly like you're truly devastated, then slowly open one eye to peek at the screen again.

You watch her move again, and before you know it, you're wiping away a comically exaggerated tear.

Y/N: "...I'm gonna make you proud, Momo. I swear. I'll do it... even if it means breaking every bone in my body-"

You pause again, realizing how ridiculous you sound.

Y/N: "...What am I even saying right now?"

You sit up quickly, wiping away an invisible tear with the back of your hand, trying to act like it never happened.

Y/N: "Okay, focus. I just... I need to be serious. But also, Momo... please go easy on me..."

Your eyes were glued to the screen. You didn't even realize your mouth was hanging open, jaw slack as you watched the video unfold.

There she was.

Momo, in all her badass glory, wearing a outfit that somehow made her look dangerous and angelic at the same time. You didn't even know how she pulled that off. But she did.

The black hat perched just right on her head, her crimson/deep red lipstick striking against her flawless skin-that was when your heart nearly exploded

Your breath hitched in your chest, and for a second, you thought you might pass out. You slapped a hand over your face, trying to cover up the overwhelming amount of fanboy energy coursing through you.

Y/N: "No way... no freaking way..."

She was, without a doubt, the definition of fierce. The way she moved, every step so sharp, so full of attitude. Then she twirled, the fabric of her outfit flowing with the motion and-wait, those clothes?!

You literally had to pause the video, blinking several times in disbelief. How was she able to make black and white silk look like it could kill?

Your body went slack as you fell backward onto the bed, letting out a dramatic gasp as if you had just witnessed a life-changing event.

Y/N: "I'm dead. I'm officially dead. Momo's a goddess, I can't take this. She looks so... SO GOOD. Ughhh, I'm gonna faint. I CAN'T BREATHE! WHAT IS THIS LEVEL OF SEXINESS?!"

Your face was on fire, and you couldn't even decide if it was from how beautiful she looked or from the absolute craziness of how she made everything she wore look like it had been designed to break hearts.

Y/N: "Momo, why are you doing this to me? Why do you have to look so badass...?"

You grabbed a pillow from the bed and buried your face in it. The way she pulled off every move in that video, looking like she was going to destroy anyone who dared stand in her way... it was too much. Too much, Momo!

Y/N: "I just wanted to train. But now I'm gonna train and cry over you every single day! I'll be lucky if I can speak without stuttering when I see her in person!"

Your dramatic fanboy moment reached its peak as you flopped onto the bed in an exaggerated fashion, gazing at the screen once more, mesmerized by the way Momo's eyes seemed to pierce straight through the camera.

Y/N: "I'm doomed."

You closed your eyes, laying back dramatically as if the weight of the universe had just crushed you. How were you supposed to live up to this level of perfection?

And yet, despite the overwhelming feelings of fangirl anguish, you couldn't help but smile. Because deep down, you knew you were about to be up close to this goddess of a mentor.

Y/N: "I can't... wait... to fail in front of her."

The Next Day - Practice Room

You arrived at the practice room early, expecting to see someone-anyone-waiting for you. Maybe a trainer, maybe a fellow trainee warming up, or maybe... her.

But when you pushed the door open, the room was completely empty.

The only sound was the faint hum of the air conditioning and the slight echo of your own footsteps against the polished floor.

Y/N: "Huh. Guess I'm early."

You exhaled, scanning the vast mirrors that lined the walls, the glossy floor that had probably been danced on a million times before by JYPE legends. And now, here you were.

Still, an empty room meant one thing-you could chill for a bit.

Without hesitation, you plopped down on the floor, leaning back against the wall with a satisfied sigh. From your bag, you pulled out the real MVP of the morning-your breakfast.

A fat, glorious chicken sub.

You unwrapped it carefully, as if it were a prized possession, before taking a big, satisfying bite.

Y/N: "Mmm... this is the life."

For a moment, you forgot about everything-the pressure, the nerves, the overwhelming realization that Momo might be your mentor. Right now, it was just you and this god-tier sandwich.

You leaned your head back, chewing slowly, staring at the ceiling like you were contemplating the mysteries of the universe.

Y/N: "Maybe I overthought everything yesterday. Maybe it's not even Momo. Maybe it's just some choreographer and I stressed for nothing."

You took another bite.

Y/N: "Yeah... Yeah, that makes sense. I mean, what are the odds that THE Momo would be personally training me?"

The thought almost made you laugh.

You were just a trainee. A really skilled one, sure, but still-this was Momo we were talking about.

JYP's dance queen.

The idol who shut down the industry with every performance she did.

The woman who singlehandedly made you cry in your dorm last night.

You paused mid-chew, suddenly remembering your embarrassing breakdown.

Y/N: "...Okay, we don't talk about that."

You shook your head, focusing back on your food. Breakfast first, anxiety later.

Taking another bite, you relaxed further against the wall, closing your eyes for a moment. The room was peaceful, quiet.

Too quiet.

It was almost suspicious.

Like the calm before a storm.

And little did you know... that storm had already arrived.

You took another slow, satisfying bite of your chicken sub, completely unaware of the impending chaos about to descend upon you.

The room was still empty, still peaceful. Just you, your sandwich, and the distant hum of the air conditioning.

Perfect.

You let out a relaxed sigh, leaning your head back against the wall.

Y/N: "Man... maybe I was stressing for nothing. I'll just take it easy today. No pressure. No freaking out. Just-"

BAM!

The practice room door slammed open so hard it echoed against the walls.

You choked.

Your peaceful morning shattered in an instant as you nearly dropped your sandwich, coughing violently as your body scrambled to process the sudden intrusion. Eyes wide, you turned toward the door, still mid-cough, trying to recover before you looked like a total fool.

And there she was.

Momo Hirai.

Standing in the doorway, wearing an oversized t-shirt printed pants, and a duffel bag slung over one shoulder. Her blonde hair was tied up in a messy bun, and she had a blank expression-no, actually, it was worse.

She looked straight at you like she had already expected this. Like she knew you'd be here. Like she knew exactly what was about to happen.

Your soul nearly left your body.

Y/N: "...!"

You were frozen. Absolutely frozen. Not because of fear, but because this was Momo.

Your brain, which had spent the past 24 hours overthinking her mere existence, was now short-circuiting at the real-life presence of said existence.

Meanwhile, Momo just stood there, scanning the room, before her eyes landed on you... and the half-eaten chicken sub in your hands.

Silence.

Complete, unbearable silence.

You could hear your heartbeat pounding in your ears.

Then, after what felt like years, she finally spoke.

Momo: "...You good?"

You immediately straightened up, clearing your throat and forcing yourself to act normal.

Y/N: "Pfft. Yeah. Totally. 100% fine."

You were not fine.

Momo just blinked at you, her expression unreadable. Then, she stepped inside and shut the door behind her.

Momo: "You're early."

You awkwardly held up your sandwich like it was a valid excuse.

Y/N: "Breakfast."

She nodded slowly, dropping her duffel bag on the floor before stretching her arms over her head.

Momo: "Nice. Hope you enjoyed it, because once we start, you won't have time to eat like that again."

Your stomach dropped.

Your chicken sub suddenly didn't taste as good anymore.

You swallowed nervously, eyes locked on Momo as she casually walked toward the mirror, rolling her shoulders and cracking her neck like she was preparing for war.

Then, she glanced at you through the mirror.

Momo: "You ready?"

...Ready?

For what?

To train? To suffer? To collapse after two hours of dance drills?

No. No, you were not ready.

But looking at her-seeing Momo, Hirai freaking Momo, staring at you with that expectant gaze-you knew there was only one answer.

You inhaled sharply, pushing yourself up from the floor.

Y/N: "...Yeah. I'm ready."

Momo smirked.

Momo: "Good."

And just like that, your peaceful morning was over.

The Training Begins

Momo cracked her neck once more before clapping her hands together, immediately shifting into mentor mode.

Momo: "Alright. Let's warm up first."

You didn't hesitate.

Like a trained soldier, you sprang to your feet, wiping your hands on your pants to get rid of any crumbs from your now-forgotten sandwich. This was it. Game time.

Momo stretched her arms, rotating her shoulders before rolling her ankles. She barely had to try to look cool while doing it. Meanwhile, you... you were suddenly hyper-aware of every single movement you made, afraid that one wrong move would make you look like an idiot.

Momo: "Do what I do."

She bent forward, stretching her hamstrings. You immediately mirrored her, bending forward as well.

She moved into a deep side lunge. You followed without hesitation.

She twisted her torso, reaching for her toes. You copied, trying not to wobble.

Every single time she moved, you copied instantly, like a puppy trying to impress its owner.

Momo caught on to this very quickly.

Momo: "...You don't have to follow that fast."

You blinked.

Y/N: "I-Oh. Right. Yeah. Just, uh... making sure I don't fall behind."

Momo stared at you for a second before a small smirk played on her lips.

Momo: "Relax. This isn't a military drill."

Easy for her to say.

Still, you took a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves.

After a few more stretches, Momo stood up straight, placing her hands on her hips.

Momo: "Okay. Let's see what we're working with."

She walked over to the speakers, scrolling through a playlist on her phone. You gulped.

She was going to make you dance.

Of course, you knew that was the whole point of this, but now that it was actually happening, you couldn't stop the nervous energy buzzing through your veins.

The music started-something with a steady beat, not too fast, not too slow. Momo turned back to you, arms crossed.

Momo: "Just freestyle. Show me your natural style."

Your natural what now?

You froze, blinking at her like a deer in headlights.

Y/N: "You mean... just... dance? Right now?"

Momo: "No, I meant juggle. Of course, I mean dance."

You swallowed hard.

Okay. Okay. This was your chance to prove yourself. You weren't just some rookie. You were a JYPE ace. You had skills.

You inhaled deeply, rolled your shoulders, and stepped into position.

The beat dropped.

You moved.

At first, you kept it simple, feeling out the rhythm. A few steps here, a few body rolls there. You weren't going to go all out yet-you needed to pace yourself.

Momo nodded slightly, observing with sharp eyes.

Then, you added a little more flair. A sharper pop. A quicker footwork pattern. A turn with a controlled isolation.

You sneaked a glance at Momo.

She was still watching. Still analyzing.

No reaction.

Your heart pounded as you picked up the intensity. You had to impress her. You threw in a few tricks, making sure everything looked clean.

Still... nothing.

Momo just stood there, arms crossed, eyes locked onto you like a scientist studying an experiment.

Your confidence wavered. Were you doing okay? Was she not impressed? Was she internally laughing at you?

Then-just when you thought you were about to die from the silence-Momo suddenly spoke.

Momo: "Stop."

You halted immediately, panting slightly.

Momo walked toward you, stopping just a foot away.

She tilted her head, eyes narrowing slightly.

Then, she smirked.

Momo: "Not bad."

You exhaled so hard you nearly collapsed.

Y/N: "Th-Thanks."

Momo took a step back, stretching her arms again.

Momo: "But you're overthinking it."

You stiffened.

Y/N: "I-What?"

Momo: "You're too stiff. You're thinking too much about how you look instead of just feeling the dance."

She lifted an eyebrow.

Momo: "That why you were following my warm-ups like a lost puppy too?"

Your soul left your body.

Y/N: "I-Puppy?! No, I was just-"

Momo chuckled, shaking her head.

Momo: "Relax. You've got talent. I just need you to trust yourself more."

Trust yourself.

Easier said than done when Momo Hirai was literally standing in front of you, judging your every move.

Still, you nodded quickly.

Y/N: "Got it. Trust myself."

Momo smiled slightly before clapping her hands.

Momo: "Alright then. Let's go again."

And just like that, the training continued.

And you...?

You were just trying your absolute best not to die under Momo's intense gaze.

Momo tapped her phone, replaying the song from the beginning.

Momo: "Alright. Try again. This time, stop thinking so much and just feel the music."

You nodded, swallowing your nerves as the beat kicked in again.

This time, you tried to loosen up. No overanalyzing. No worrying about whether Momo was judging your every move.

Just. Dance.

Momo stepped in front of you, demonstrating a simple groove with her hips-fluid, natural, effortless. You mirrored her movements, matching her rhythm.

Then she added more flow, shifting smoothly from side to side, her body moving with an elegance that could only be achieved through years of experience.

You followed.

But this time... something clicked.

Your body moved instinctively, matching her pace, your hips rolling just a bit deeper, a bit smoother than before.

It was subtle-barely even intentional-but it happened.

And Momo noticed.

Her movements faltered for a split second, her eyes flickering toward you in surprise.

You didn't notice at first. You were in the zone, completely lost in the rhythm. Your body moved without hesitation, perfectly mirroring her flow-maybe even outdoing it by accident.

And that's when you saw it.

That flicker of something in Momo's expression.

Impressed.

She was impressed.

You almost tripped from the realization.

Wait. Did I just-?

Momo quickly recovered, tilting her head slightly as she continued the routine.

Momo: "...Not bad."

She tried to sound neutral. Casual. Like this was just normal practice.

But there was no missing the slight twitch of her lips.

A smirk.

A very faint smirk.

Your heart pounded. Did you just-Did you actually make Momo Hirai impressed for a second?

You weren't sure if you should be proud or terrified.

Momo, however, had already shifted back into mentor mode.

Momo: "Alright. Let's try something harder."

She moved into a sharper hip roll, slowing it down to emphasize control. You mirrored her without hesitation, feeling the motion sink into your muscles.

Again, your flow matched hers.

Again, you felt that tiny flicker of amusement in her eyes.

And again...

You had the strangest feeling that this training session was about to get way more interesting than you had originally expected.

Momo's smirk grew as she stepped back, rolling her shoulders.

Momo: "Alright, let's take it up a notch."

You didn't question it. You were already in the zone, locked into the rhythm, your body responding naturally. You weren't thinking anymore-you were feeling it.

Momo slid into a smooth transition, hips swaying in a controlled motion, before snapping into a sharp footwork sequence. You followed immediately, mirroring her movements without hesitation.

Her brows raised slightly.

She tried something more intricate-an elegant body wave flowing seamlessly into a sharp hip roll, a move often seen in girl group choreography.

You followed.

No hesitation. No awkwardness. Just pure muscle memory and rhythm.

Momo's eyes lit up with amusement.

Momo: "Oh?"

A challenge.

She switched it up, throwing in a more aggressive pop-and-lock move, something sharper and more masculine.

You copied.

She tested you again, smoothly blending in more feminine isolation work-a subtle chest pop followed by a delicate wrist flick.

You followed.

There was no thought of masculine or feminine styles in your head. You just danced.

And that was what caught Momo's attention the most.

Her smirk widened as she suddenly leaned in, shifting into a playful but fluid movement-shoulders rolling, hips swaying, an effortlessly charismatic groove.

She was pushing you now.

Testing you.

Would you hesitate? Would you get embarrassed?

Nope.

You met her energy head-on, matching her flow with the same smoothness, completely unfazed.

That's when it happened.

The unspoken shift.

The training session had officially turned into a full-on, unintentional dance battle.

Momo took a step forward, her body flowing through the music, challenging you with her movements.

You stepped forward too, seamlessly responding, your own rhythm intertwining with hers.

Her amusement deepened.

She upped the difficulty, executing a precise isolation, controlling each muscle with eerie precision.

You mirrored it near-perfectly.

Momo: "...Oh, you're serious about this."

You grinned.

Y/N: "I'm just following my mentor, right?"

Momo chuckled, rolling her eyes.

But she wasn't stopping.

She threw in a more sensual move, a slow and controlled body roll, her eyes flickering to yours to see if you'd hesitate.

You didn't.

You matched the movement smoothly, not even thinking about how close you two had gotten in the exchange.

The air shifted.

There was something about the way the two of you moved now-perfectly in sync, feeding off each other's energy.

And the best part?

Momo was genuinely impressed.

This wasn't just a test anymore.

This was fun.

And as the music continued, as the battle carried on with neither of you backing down, one thought crossed her mind-

Oh... this is gonna be interesting.

The music slowly came to an end, the beat fading out as you both stood there, breathing heavily. Your chest rose and fell in time with Momo's as you wiped the sweat from your brow, trying to catch your breath.

But now...

Now, there was only a comfortable silence between the two of you.

You stood upright, posture as poised as ever, but your heart was still racing. You felt the heat rise to your face-though it was a gentle warmth, it was enough to make you feel a little self-conscious about the whole exchange.

Did I do okay?

Momo slowly lowered her arms, her eyes studying you.

Momo: "You didn't even flinch."

You nodded quietly, avoiding her gaze, unsure if you'd truly done anything worthy of praise.

Y/N: "I... just followed your lead."

Momo gave a soft chuckle at your humble response.

Momo: "You're a lot more composed than I thought."

Her voice was light, but there was an edge of admiration in it. You could hear it, even if it wasn't direct.

For a moment, she simply stared at you, like she was sizing you up all over again.

And then, in a sudden shift of energy, she smiled.

Momo: "You're not bad, Y/N. Not bad at all."

You felt your cheeks flush, but you quickly lowered your head to hide it, not wanting to seem too affected by her compliment. You hadn't expected to get such praise from Momo of all people.

Y/N: "Thank you."

Your voice was soft, almost shy, but you felt it. You felt her approval in a way that made you want to work even harder.

Momo crossed her arms again, her smirk still present.

Momo: "We're just getting started, though. If you can keep up with me on the floor, maybe we'll see how you do in a real performance."

You nodded without a word, your gaze dropping momentarily. It was hard to keep your usual composed demeanor when the person standing in front of you was Momo, the one who had just pushed you to your limits and somehow... made you feel like you belonged in this space.

Y/N: "I'll keep working hard."

Momo studied you for another beat, then gave a single nod of approval. She finally dropped her arms and took a step toward the door.

Momo: "Good. See you tomorrow. And don't let that energy fade."

You nodded once more, your posture still straight, your gaze fixed on the ground as she walked toward the door. But before she left, she paused, glancing back at you.

Her eyes softened for just a moment.

Momo: "And... good job today, Y/N."

You felt your heart skip a beat, but you kept your expression neutral, even though you couldn't hide the slight warmth creeping into your cheeks again.

Y/N: "Thank you, Momo."

She smiled once more, a small, knowing smile. Then, with one last glance, she left the room, closing the door gently behind her.

You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding.

You stood there for a moment, still processing the session. You had kept your calm throughout the whole thing, but inside? Your heart was racing.

But you couldn't help but feel a little more confident now.

Momo had seen something in you, something that made her acknowledge your effort, your passion. And that... that meant more than any compliment.

You couldn't wait to see where this would go next.

Momo's Pov

The door clicked shut behind her, and Momo leaned against the cool surface of the wall, her breath still heavy from the intensity of the session.

She had to admit it: You were better than she expected. The way you followed her, no hesitation, no question. You didn't flinch, you didn't second-guess yourself. You just moved.

That's the kind of drive I like.

But as the initial satisfaction from the training session settled in, another, more complicated feeling started to bubble up inside her. It was the kind of feeling that had followed her since the moment Sana had opened her mouth yesterday.

Momo ran a hand through her hair, shaking her head lightly as she replayed the conversation in her mind.

Why does she always have to do that?

Sana: "You may become his mentor, Momoring. But we all are still his Sunbaes. I can still hop in without being assigned"

Momo had brushed it off in the moment, but those words? They had stayed with her.

Caught your eye.

And Sana's teasing smile, the way she'd said it so easily-so playfully-as if she already knew something Momo was only starting to realize herself.

It wasn't just about the mentoring.

It wasn't.

Momo closed her eyes for a moment, a sharp pang of frustration flickering through her.

She had to remind herself why she'd chosen you to mentor in the first place. You were talented, driven, already on the edge of greatness. You had the potential to be JYPE's next big thing, and she saw herself in you. She wanted to mold that potential, guide it, refine it.

That was the official reason, anyway.

But there was another reason, one that had been gnawing at her the whole time she watched you move in the studio, her eyes narrowing on every flick of your wrist, every tilt of your hips. The way you danced-effortlessly-reminded her of the very reason she'd fallen in love with dancing in the first place. The freedom, the passion. But also...

You were so much like her, and it felt like it made her possessive in a way she wasn't sure she wanted to admit.

A soft sigh escaped her lips.

Sana had noticed, too. That undeniable energy between you and her-Sana saw it, and she wasn't the type to let a potential rival slip by unnoticed. She was too competitive, too driven, too bold for that.

And now...

Now, this would be more than just a dance lesson.

Sana had been teasing, of course, but Momo knew it wasn't just playful banter. The competition in her voice was real. Sana was looking at you the same way Momo had. There was no mistaking it.

The idea of Sana getting closer to you, of her claiming what Momo was starting to feel a possessive claim over, left a bitter taste in her mouth.

She wasn't ready to admit it out loud. Hell, she didn't even want to acknowledge it to herself just yet. But the way her chest tightened, the way her heart skipped a beat every time you gave her that shy, humble smile, was more than enough to let her know.

She wanted you.

She'd always been the more bold one, the one who'd never hesitated to make a move. But Momo? She was always careful, always calculated. She had never gotten into a mess like this before.

And yet, here she was.

Wanting you.

Her competition was standing right next to her. And the way things were unfolding, it wasn't just about teaching you anymore.

It was about winning.

Winning you.

Momo pressed her hand to her chest, a slight twinge of pain sparking beneath her ribs.

This wasn't going to be easy.

But she wasn't backing down.

Momo's fingers tightened around the fabric of her shirt as she stood there, lost in her thoughts. She could feel her pulse quicken, and it wasn't from the dance practice.

It was from the growing weight of her emotions, the things she'd been trying to bury beneath the surface. She had never been this conflicted before-never so uncertain about what she really wanted.

She had always been in control, the calm, collected one. She had never let emotions cloud her judgment, especially not when it came to something like this.

But you? You had her questioning everything.

Your quiet intensity, your humility-it made her want to protect you, to guide you. But there was something else there, something more personal she wasn't ready to admit even to herself.

Her thoughts drifted back to Sana's teasing. Sana's knowing smile.

Of course, Sana had caught on. She always did. There wasn't a way to hide her feelings from someone like Sana, who thrived on competition and flirtation. Momo had expected this, but the feeling of being seen in such a way made her uncomfortably aware of just how much she was starting to care about you.

But now?

Now, she was torn.

Momo sighed deeply, letting the air leave her lungs in a long, slow exhale. She leaned her back against the cold, smooth wall, closing her eyes for a moment, gathering her thoughts.

She couldn't keep pretending like this wasn't becoming something more than just mentoring.

She had to face it.

She wanted you. Not just because you were a talented trainee. Not just because you had the potential to be JYPE's next star.

But because you made her feel something she hadn't felt in a long time.

The way you listened, the way you followed her movements so earnestly, your shy smile that melted her defenses-that was why she wanted to be the one to guide you.

And if Sana thought she was going to just let you slip away like that-if she thought she could just waltz in and take what Momo was starting to claim-then she had another thing coming.

This was her job.

She was going to be the one who shaped you, who molded your talent.

She was going to make sure you became great... for her.

Momo clenched her fists, the heat of determination flooding her veins.

She wasn't going to let anyone-especially not Sana-take this from her.

She would win.

And she would do it her way.

You stood alone in the practice room, trying to catch your breath after the intense session with Momo. Your chest still heaved as you leaned against the wall, silently reprimanding yourself for pushing a little too hard. The music had stopped, but the feeling of it still vibrated in your bones, and you were trying to reign in your breathing, to steady yourself.

As you closed your eyes for a brief moment, your thoughts drifting to the past hour-Momo's moves, her focus, the way she'd pushed you-you heard the soft click of the door opening.

Before you could even turn to see who it was, a voice broke through the stillness.

Sana: "Well, well, well... look who's hard at work."

You froze.

That voice-playful, teasing, and dripping with confidence-sent a jolt through you. The unmistakable voice of Minatozaki Sana, the aegyo queen from TWICE.

You turned, your breath catching in your throat when you saw her.

She stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame with her signature sassy smile plastered across her face and waving at you. Her eyes glinted with that mischievous sparkle, and she was dressed casually, but effortlessly stylish. A loose white top, dark pants, and a light jacket draped over her shoulder. She didn't even look like she was sweating, as if she hadn't been dancing for hours already face

But what really hit you was the way she looked at you.

There was something in her gaze-something that had your heart stuttering for just a beat.

Sana: "Didn't know you had it in you, Y/N."

Her playful tone made you smile shyly, but you couldn't quite keep the heat from your cheeks as she slowly made her way into the room.

She didn't stop walking until she was just a few feet from you, her eyes assessing you from head to toe.

You felt yourself get a little self-conscious. Why did she have to walk in right now, of all times?

Y/N: "I... I'm just taking a break," you stammered, trying to keep your voice steady.

Sana tilted her head, that same playful smirk never leaving her lips.

Sana: "A break, huh?" She crossed her arms and leaned back against the nearest wall. "I was just passing by and saw someone here practicing hard... thought I'd come check on my future favorite trainee."

You blinked at her in confusion, unsure of what she meant by that.

Y/N: "Future favorite trainee?"

Sana gave a soft laugh, tapping her finger to her chin as if she were deep in thought.

Sana: "Well, it's just that... you've got something about you. I've seen Momo working with you, and she seems to have a special interest in you."

There was that glint in her eye again, and it made your heart race just a little faster.

Sana: "And I can't help but wonder... how much more special can you get?"

Her words hit like a subtle challenge, a direct comparison to the work Momo had been doing with you. You felt the tension in the air rise, but you weren't quite sure how to respond.

Sana stepped a little closer now, tilting her head to the side.

Sana: "But you know, it's not just about talent, Y/N. It's about connection too, don't you think?"

The way she said it was almost like a flirtation, though it was light-hearted and fun. Still, the meaning behind it was clear-she was sizing you up, in a way that felt far too personal for the situation.

Your thoughts were already clouded by Momo's intensity earlier. Now, Sana had stepped into the mix, and you found yourself unable to shake the feeling that something more was at play here.

Y/N: "I'm not sure what you mean..."

Sana gave you a knowing look, that smile curling into something more mischievous.

Sana: "Oh, you'll see soon enough."

The words hung in the air, thick with meaning.

She took another step forward, just enough for you to notice the way her presence seemed to take over the space.

Sana: "Just remember, Y/N," she said softly, her voice low but teasing, "while you're working hard, keep in mind that I'm watching too. And if you need a little extra guidance... I'm always happy to help."

You were too stunned by her proximity and the way she was speaking to respond immediately. Her eyes locked onto yours for a brief, intense moment, and then she gave you that trademark wink before stepping back.

Sana: "But don't keep me waiting too long, okay?"

You stood frozen for a moment, still trying to process the whole interaction.

---

The Fifth Day - A Shift in Momo

The past five days had gone by in a blur of sweat, aching muscles, and relentless practice. Every morning, you showed up at the practice room, ready to train under Momo's watchful eyes. And every day, she pushed you harder.

But today?

Today was different.

Momo wasn't just pushing you-she was driving you to your absolute limits.

Her sharp gaze was more intense than usual, her commands were brisk, and there was a weight in her tone that hadn't been there before.

Momo: "Again."

You wiped the sweat off your forehead, barely catching your breath before stepping back into position. You didn't question her. You never did.

Because she was Momo-the best dancer in K-Pop, your mentor, and someone you respected more than words could express.

And if she said "again," you did it again.

The music blared through the speakers, and you threw yourself into the choreography, following her every move like it was second nature by now. The steps were clean, but Momo wasn't satisfied.

Momo: "Tighter footwork. You're not locking in properly."

Your lungs burned, your legs screamed for rest, but you nodded and kept going.

Momo: "More control in your transitions."

You bit the inside of your cheek and adjusted, moving through the routine with as much precision as you could muster. But even when you thought you executed it well, her expression barely changed.

If anything... it looked like she was frustrated.

And yet, despite her harshness, you didn't fight back.

You didn't ask why she was pushing you harder than usual.

Because this was Momo-and whatever she demanded from you, you gave it without hesitation.

Because you admired her.

Her talent, her discipline, her presence.

Momo wasn't just a mentor to you-she was someone who had your complete respect.

So, even if your body begged for a break, even if her voice was sharper today, even if she seemed unusually cold-you took it all in stride.

Until finally, after what felt like an eternity, the music stopped.

You stood there, panting, sweat dripping down your face, your shirt clinging to your body. Your muscles trembled from exhaustion, but you refused to complain.

Momo crossed her arms, staring at you with a conflicted look.

You waited for her to say something, to correct you, to give another order.

Instead, she exhaled sharply and looked away.

For the first time today, her voice softened-just a little.

Momo: "We're done for now."

You blinked in surprise but didn't argue.

Slowly, you sat down on the floor, gulping down water as you tried to steady your breathing.

Momo, however, remained standing, arms still crossed, her eyes staring at nothing in particular.

Something was off.

You could feel it.

But you didn't understand why.

You had no idea that five days ago, just hours after your first practice session with her, Momo had found out about Sana.

You had no idea that Sana had timed it perfectly-that just when Momo thought she had a lead in being close to you, Sana had swooped in, inserting herself into your world without any assignment.

And you definitely had no idea that Momo had been steaming about it ever since.

All you knew... was that today, for some reason, she had been harder on you than ever before.

And yet, despite her frustration, despite whatever was bothering her-you couldn't bring yourself to resent it.

Because no matter what, this was Momo.

And you would always give her your all.

Even if you didn't understand why she was acting this way.

You collapsed onto all fours, your arms trembling as you gasped for air. The cold floor beneath you did nothing to cool the burning heat in your body.

Who the fuck dances non-stop for almost two hours with no proper break?

Oh, that's right. Hirai Momo.

You had barely managed to steal five to ten seconds of standing breaths between transitions before she barked at you to keep moving. Every time you thought she'd let up, she pushed you further, her voice cutting through the music like a drill sergeant on a mission.

And now, your lungs felt like they were about to collapse.

Your arms barely held you up as you wheezed, trying to regain even a fraction of the energy you'd burned through.

Sweat dripped from your chin, hitting the floor beneath you, and you swore your soul was about to leave your body.

You tilted your head up, still panting like you had just run a marathon, and stared at her.

Momo stood there, completely unfazed.

She had a towel lazily draped over her shoulder, her toned stomach barely rising and falling as if the same practice that had you on the verge of death was just a warm-up for her.

Her expression was unreadable, her lips pressed into a firm line as she looked down at you.

And that pissed you off.

Not because she had pushed you so hard-no, you could handle the training.

But because something was off with her today, and you had no clue what it was.

Your voice came out hoarse, words escaping between gasps.

Y/N: "Momo... are you-huff-are you mad at me or something?"

For the first time all day, her expression faltered.

It was quick, but you saw it.

A flicker of hesitation.

She opened her mouth, then closed it, her arms tightening around herself.

Then, just as fast as the slip-up came, she straightened up, shaking her head.

Momo: "No. You're imagining things."

Imagining things, my ass.

Your instincts were screaming at you. Something was wrong.

But you were too exhausted to press further.

Instead, you let your forehead drop onto the floor with a dull thud, groaning into the wood.

Y/N: "Holy shit... I think I'm dying."

Momo scoffed, the faintest hint of amusement in her tone.

Momo: "Dramatic."

You raised a shaky hand, flipping her off without looking up.

She let out a small chuckle but didn't comment further.

Still, the silence between you two felt... strange.

Not uncomfortable, but not the usual camaraderie either.

And it was all her.

She had been different today.

You could feel it.

But no matter how much you replayed the session in your head, you couldn't figure out why.

She had always been a strict mentor-but never like this.

Never this unyielding, never this harsh, never this distant.

A bead of sweat slid down your temple as you lay there, your breathing slowly evening out.

Then, just as your body finally started to settle, Momo spoke again.

Momo: "Go home and rest."

You blinked up at her.

Y/N: "That's it? No review? No 'fix this, fix that' lecture?"

Momo exhaled through her nose, turning away.

Momo: "Tomorrow."

And just like that, she grabbed her towel and walked toward the exit, her back turned to you.

You watched her go, your gut telling you that something had changed.

Meanwhile, Momo's Mind Was a Battlefield.

The moment she stepped out of the practice room, her entire body tensed.

She let out a slow breath, gripping the towel too tightly in her hands.

Her jaw clenched, her thoughts spiraling.

She had pushed you too hard today.

She knew it.

And yet, she couldn't stop herself.

Because five days ago, Sana had timed it perfectly-showing up just after Momo had trained with you.

And suddenly, everything felt like a game.

A silent, unspoken war between her and Sana.

She wasn't dumb. She saw the way Sana had looked at you that day.

Sana wasn't just playing around.

She was staking her claim.

And Momo hated it.

And for reasons she wasn't ready to admit yet, she wanted you for herself.

That's why she had set this up from the start.

That's why she had volunteered to be your mentor.

That's why she had planned all of this.

And yet, now?

Now Sana was in the picture.

And for the first time since deciding to guide you-Momo felt threatened.

So today, she pushed you.

Harder than she ever had.

Not to punish you.

But to remind herself that she was first.

That she was your mentor.

That you belonged in her hands before anyone else's.

And yet...

Yet the moment she saw you collapsed on the floor, completely drained, something twisted inside her chest.

Regret.

Guilt.

A selfish kind of frustration.

Because she had never wanted to hurt you.

She just...

She just couldn't lose to Sana.

Not in this.

Not with you.

Momo exhaled sharply, shaking her head as she walked down the hallway.

Momo leaned against the cool mirror of the empty practice room, staring at her own reflection.

Her chest was still tight from the last two hours-though not from exhaustion. Not from the dance, not from the practice.

But from the emotions simmering just beneath her composed surface.

She let out a sharp breath, gripping her towel as she let her thoughts run loose.

"Okay, Momo. Let's be real for a second."

She was never one to back down. Not in dance, not in competition, and definitely not in this.

And this?

It was about you.

It was about making sure that, when the time came, there was no doubt in your mind who was by your side first.

Because Momo wasn't a fool.

She knew how these things worked.

Attraction wasn't just about time spent together-it was about timing itself.

And Sana had almost fucked up hers.

That woman had a knack for slipping into people's lives so smoothly it was like she was meant to be there.

And the way she looked at you?

Yeah. Momo had caught that.

The same way she had looked at you herself.

But unlike Sana, Momo didn't just rush in with playful touches and teasing remarks.

No, no, no. That wasn't her style.

She had planned this way before Sana even caught on.

And now?

Now, she just had to be patient.

She rolled her shoulders, cracking her neck slightly as she kept thinking.

She had laid the groundwork already-securing the position as your mentor was the biggest step.

Now, she just needed to let things play out naturally.

To let time do the work for her.

To make sure that, when she finally made her move, it wouldn't feel sudden or forced.

It would feel inevitable.

Because, in the end, what made feelings real? What made them last?

Not just attraction. Not just impulse.

But trust. Respect. Connection.

And that was exactly what she was building with you.

Every session. Every critique. Every time she pushed you past your limits and helped you see the potential you hadn't even realized you had.

You already admired her.

That much was obvious from the way you looked at her.

Now, she just had to make you need her.

Not just as a mentor.

Not just as a sunbae.

But as something... more.

She smirked slightly, wiping the sweat from her forehead.

Sana could play her little games.

Could flirt, tease, and slide her way into your thoughts.

But Momo wasn't worried.

Because at the end of the day?

Sana was unpredictable.

Momo?

Momo was constant.

And that was why, when all was said and done, you'd fall for her first.

You just didn't know it yet.

But you would.

And Momo would make damn sure of it.

Momo's eyes narrowed slightly as she stared at her reflection.

Her own smirk faded just a little, replaced by something sharper.

Because if there was one mistake she would never make, it was underestimating Minatozaki Sana.

And why would she?

They had been together for years.

Through thousands of hours of practice, through sleepless nights, through every win and loss, every moment of exhaustion and triumph.

Sana was her person.

Her twin.

Her other half in TWICE.

But that also meant-if anyone knew just how dangerous Sana could be in this... silent war, it was her.

Sana was not someone to take lightly.

She was playful, affectionate, and had a way of making people feel special without even trying.

And that was the problem.

Because Sana wasn't like her.

Momo worked with structure.

With plans.

Sana?

Sana just felt.

She didn't need a damn blueprint.

She just did what came naturally-and the worst part? It worked.

She didn't have to push or manipulate. She just existed.

And people gravitated to her like moths to a flame.

Momo knew this better than anyone.

Had seen it too many times.

And if she wasn't careful?

She might see it happen again.

With you.

Her fingers tightened around the towel in her hands.

No.

She had worked too hard.

Planned too well.

She wasn't going to let this slip away just because Sana could smile the right way and say the right things without even thinking.

And if she played her cards right?

By the time Sana even realized she was in a game-Momo would have already won.

But for that to happen...

She had to be careful.

Because Minatozaki Sana was not an opponent you let your guard down around.

Momo was still deep in thought, plotting every next step, when-

Sana: "Momoring~!"

A loud, cheerful voice rang through the practice room.

Momo practically jumped in place, a shriek escaping her lips as she spun around in pure shock.

Momo: "YA! SANA!"

Her heartbeat spiked. Not because she was scared-but because she was caught off guard.

Sana just beamed at her like a damn ray of sunshine, completely unfazed by Momo's reaction.

Sana: "Oh? Were you waiting for me? How sweet!"

Momo scowled, pressing a hand to her chest to calm herself.

Momo: "You almost gave me a heart attack, idiot! What are you even doing here?!"

Sana just hummed, tilting her head cutely as she walked further into the room.

Sana: "What, am I not allowed to be in a JYPE practice room? That's kinda mean, Momoring~"

Momo rolled her eyes, but the way Sana grinned at her made her stomach twist.

This wasn't a random visit.

Sana never did anything without a reason.

Momo: "Seriously. What do you want?"

Sana let out a dramatic gasp, placing a hand over her chest.

Sana: "Me? Want something? Momo-chan, you wound me!"

Momo gave her the most deadpan stare imaginable.

Momo: "Spill it."

Sana pouted but then gave a playful shrug.

Sana: "Fine~ If you insist. I just wanted to see how our dear little trainee was doing~"

Momo's expression froze.

Sana noticed.

And that was exactly why she smirked.

Momo: "...He's fine."

Sana: "Oh? That's all?"

Momo inhaled deeply, forcing herself to keep her face neutral.

Momo: "Why do you care?"

Sana's smirk widened.

Sana: "Why do you?"

Sana was testing her.

And Momo hated how easily she could do it.

Momo: "He's my trainee. Of course I care."

Sana hummed in mock agreement.

Sana: "Mhm. Of course. Just your trainee."

Momo wanted to strangle her.

Sana: "Well, I guess I'll see him later then. No need to interrupt your special time with him, right?

Momo's eyes narrowed.

she just crossed her arms, staring Sana down.

Sana just gave her a knowing look, spun on her heel, and began walking away.

But then-right at the door-she turned back, grinning.

Sana: "Oh, by the way~"

Momo tensed.

Sana winked.

Sana: "Don't overwork him too much, okay? I like my men still able to stand."

And with that-she left.

Momo stood there, jaw tight, fingers curling into her sleeves.

She took a deep breath.

...This was going to be war.

And Sana knew it.

[notspiders]

Liminal Spaces w/ 141

A thought I made with a few friends who fleshed it out more:

Liminal spaces! But you know, 141 are the monsters :P Now, the rule is that as long as you're compliant and not trying to escape, your liminal space is going to be heaven. They'll make sure of that to ensure you don't associate anything negative to their space. Can't have that, hmm?

Each man has their own domain. :)

Price - Suburbia:

Quiet, infinite neighborhood, everything looks the same. There's people but they all seem to act exactly like you'd imagine Stock Images people would act.

You can't really talk with them either. Strange how when you approach one of them, they just disappear in a blink of an eye.

Price would prefer if you act as his loving partner :)

The fridge is always stocked! Beds are warm and cozy. The television plays anything you want.

You also get WIFI. Don't bother messaging anyone (that isn't your husband.)

You can try to 'exit' the neighborhood. There's a car even! You can drive in it. There's unlimited amount of fuel. Too bad the road never seems to end and the houses are still there...

Not to worry. You can exit out of the car and enter any one of the houses. Price is always waiting :)

Got that all out of your system, hm?

Gaz - Shopping Mall:

Shopping mall has everything and anything.

Movie theaters, designer clothes, outlets, cafeterias, anything you want- it's there! Have fun exploring :)

It's just you though. No one else is in this mall.

Gaz's voice will always guide you over the speakers, should you ever get lost.

Or, your favorite music always plays over the speakers. You can ask Gaz to skip any song or play whatever you want at any moment of time.

Arcades, cafes, even a pet shop! Gaz will be happy to join you if you wish for company :)

The doors to the exits don't budge open. Stop trying.

There's an Internet cafe and library in this mall. Anything you want to read, watch, listen- it's all there. Still can't talk with anyone... Shame.

But you have Kyle. Who else do you want?

Soap - the Woods:

The Firewatch tower in the endless, dense woods.

It's pretty cozy.

Food is always stocked in the fridge. Plenty of water too. If you want something fresh, just ask! Soap is happy to hunt for you :)

You can watch sunsets and sunrises with him. He loves it :)

No WIFI here unfortunately, but, really- say goodbye to your electronic devices and embrace nature. It's good for you.

If you want to explore the woods, always have Soap beside you. He'll guide you around. Maybe you might find a small, beautiful clearing beside a lake. It's a perfect campsite. Could go swimming, fishing, canoeing...

Don't worry. No harmful bugs or creepy crawlies you dislike.

Oh? You want to go rock-climbing? Why how convenient that there's this cliff right beside us. With harnesses and such attached to the wall! And would you look at that, it's very easy to climb.

Plenty of things to do.

Starwatching. :)

As long as you're with him, no harmful monsters are going to bother you two.

Never go alone.

Ghost - the Beach

It's... a lovely beach.

If it weren't so foggy in most days.

But that's what you have Ghost for. He's your personal heater. :)

Seriously it gets freezing at night and the small shack by the ocean isn't really keeping the cold out.

Don't you worry. Sand won't get everywhere. And it's smooth. Calm your tits, Anakin.

Some days, when the Sun is out, the sand is just the perfect warm bed for you to lay down and just... sunbathe.

You can tan with Ghost to get that impeccable bronze. Don't worry, you won't get sunburnt. Of course... could always ask Ghost to lather sunscreen on you. He'll be happy to help you with that :)

The water can vary in temperature- from freezing cold to a nice sunny warm.

You can swim and wade in it. And you can try to go deeper but isn't that strange? The depth isn't changing and you just don't seem to be leaving the shore too much.

The currents do get stronger when you keep on trying. Don't bother, you're never getting past it.

Plenty of food and water in that shack. And spare clothes, towels...

WIFI? Babe, this is the beach. You don't need it. You have Ghost.

Bonus:

Credits to @angelcqre for this line:

something about the boys all going to Gaz’s domain at random points to pick up shit they don’t have in their own domains [...]

Yes.

Yes they would. They absolutely would.

[berberriescorner]

pregnant sexs w rio

I had to sit and think of which direction I wanted to take this in. Whew, chileee! Way too many scenarios are playing in my mind. This man😩😍!

I'm going to keep it a stack with y'all. This turned into a whole-ass fic.

Sit back, buckle up, and prep yourself for the trip my imagination's about to take you on♥️. Love, comments, and reblogs are appreciated, lovelies💞.

A/N: Sexual frustration and prolonged foreplay ahead. If that's not your vibe. You may want to skip out on this one. A couple of twists and flips here and there. I hope you lovelies enjoy what I did with this♥️. Just a heads up, I really got into this one, so it's going to be pretty lengthy. Worked on it for a while. Even made a damn mood board...I couldn't resist.

One More Note: A polite, gentle reminder that I don't usually take requests. If you float something in my ask that I just can't resist. I will give in here and there. In other words, if you don't get a response, please don't take it personally.

If you missed any other ask about dad!rio or hubby!rio, they're all listed on my Masterlist under Rio Asks/Headcanons (in order). Enjoy my lovelies! Feel free to love, comment, and share🥰.

Song Inspo💜:

"Let's Go Little Kitty-Kat"

Livid. Irritable. Restless. Each one of these words perfectly describes your current mood. The kids had begged to spend their spring break with Rio’s grandmother. Marcus was spending his time off with her, and his siblings loved to follow big brother’s every move. You weren’t surprised that they wanted to be wherever he was. It didn’t hurt that their great-grandmother spoiled them rotten and gave them whatever their hearts desired. Even your sweet baby boy left his momma in the dust. That wasn’t the reason for your foul mood (though being in this big, empty house didn’t help).

You were angrily resting on the couch, a permanent pout etched on your face. You huffed loudly as your husband’s voice sounded on the other end of the phone call.

“So, you’re not going to say anything?”

 Silence.

“Mama,” he sighed. 

You were willing to bet any amount of money that Rio’s hand was running down his face right now. Were you overreacting? Possibly. Maybe even being a bit unreasonable? Probably so. Did you give a damn? Not at all. Blame it on the hormones.

“Let me make sure I’ve got this right. You’re pissed off–again? That’s two days in a row, mama. I’ve still yet to figure out the reason behind yesterday's bad attitude. Normally, I don’t let that shit slide, but I understand you’re emo-.”

“Call me emotional one more time, Rio.”

“And you’re going to do what, darlin’,” he questioned, voice laced with a hint of warning. Rio chuckled sarcastically, “I got a lot going on right now. Call me back when you’re ready to talk like an adult. Ready to get back on your grown woman shit.”

“Whatever, Christopher. You called me. Nobody wanted to talk to your dusty ass anyway. Get off my line,” with that, you both hung up on one another, more irritated than before the call.

You knew your behavior was coming off as petty, but too much pent-up frustration kept you from acting like a rational human being. You rolled your eyes so hard they nearly got stuck as you recalled yesterday's events.

You lay awake in bed, your body vibrating with lust. The day had dragged by slowly as your need for Rio grew more and more. You changed positions so many times your head scarf came undone.

“If I can just manage to wait up at least another hour. Maybe Rio will get here soon enough to put my ass to bed.”

Nope. The tiny human growing in your womb pulled you into a deep slumber. 

By the time Rio reached the threshold of your master bedroom. You were snuggled deep into the covers with pillows surrounding you. His shoulders lowered with a hint of disappointment. Rio knew you wanted him home, even if you hadn't said the words aloud. He could sense the attitude and frustration in your voice when he called to tell you not to wait up. Rio had tried his hardest to get home hours ago, but with every attempt at leaving came more matters that required his attention. He lowered himself to your sleeping form. Adjusting your scarf so it wouldn’t slip off, Rio softly pecked your nose and cheek. After a quick shower, he carefully climbed into his side of the bed, gently pulling two of the many pillows from behind your back. It took some effort, but he managed to cuddle up to you and delicately pull you into him. You stirred for a few moments but quickly fell back into a deep sleep. Your husband watched, smirking at the light snores you released.

“Night, Mama. Love you,” he whispered, kissing your neck.

The following morning, you woke up. Still horny as hell. You rolled over to find his side of the bed empty. He had been there. Rio’s side of the bed looked slept in. Your head turned in the direction of your en suite. Not a peep sounded. He wasn’t in there.

Maybe he’s downstairs. I should fix him something before he heads out. Perhaps he could eat me for breakfast. These freaking pregnancy hormones are out of control. Every waking moment, I feel like swallowing this man whole. When I’m not hungry, I’m horny. When I’m not fiending for my husband, I want to eat everything in sight. Fucking Rio. The dick just doesn’t miss. He shoots the club up every.single.time.

You smiled at your small bump, rubbing soft circles at the sides. Honestly, you didn’t mind being pregnant for the fifth time, but for your sanity (and the kids), this would be your last. If Rio wanted more babies, he had better find a damn good surrogate. Mama’s tired.

Does this man not realize he’ll have to pay for three, possibly four, weddings? Who am I kidding? In his mind, Rio probably believes he’ll be able to chase off any and every potential love interest. He’s in for a rude awakening. My dad didn’t like his ass at first. I have a (legally) pistol-toting father as well. That didn’t stop shit. Now look at us: marriage and a gang of children.

Pregnancy turned you into an impatient woman. When you wanted something, there was no convincing you different. 

In your thoughts, the bedroom door crept open. Rio’s head peeked inside. He noticed you sitting on the side of the bed and stepped into the room. He swaggered over to you, a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. His voice was low, and restlessness lingered in his tone.

“Morning, Mama. You sleep alright,” he asked as his fingers took hold of your chin, tilting your head back for a kiss. His rough, calloused fingers danced along your jawline, trailing low enough to graze the outside of your breast. He smiled as you gasped against his lips.

The kiss started sweet, turning into hunger in mere seconds. You tried tugging your husband down onto the bed. Rio pulled back, pecking your lips a few times, before standing upright, hand slowly stroking the inner part of your thigh. With just a few inches, he would've been dangerously close to where you wanted him most. 

“I had to come to kiss my beautiful wife before heading out. I need to slide, mama. I’ve got a lot on my plate today. It's going to be hectic, and shit might get active. I ordered you some breakfast. It’ll be here soon. I’ll probably get in late tonight. Don’t wait up for me. Make sure you and my baby get some rest. Love you,” he said, kissing you again.

“Love you too, Papa,” you exhaled.

You watched him leave and groaned with irritation. 

It would be two nights in a row that he’d be coming in late at night. That typically wouldn’t be an issue. You had grown used to it throughout the years. The only time it became a problem was when you were in your current state: knocked up, horny, and hormonal. It was just something that switched in your brain during these times. You wanted all Rio’s attention. The need to have him buried deep inside you was high, and you couldn’t quite get your fill of him.

Several attempts to distract yourself throughout the day had failed miserably. No matter what you did, your thoughts always redirected themselves back to Rio and sex. You made one last effort to ignore the constant need to devour your husband. Turning Apple Music on shuffle, you opened a magazine and thumbed through it. Unfortunately, the universe wasn't on your side. Every song was more explicit than the previous one. A frustrated sigh fell from your lips as you shut the music off.

Enough is enough. Hubby won’t come to me, but rest assured I can go to him.

You padded to your bedroom closet, looking for a sexy little number. Slipping on a pair of Steve Madden heels, you snatched up your car keys. You set forth on a journey to Rio. Bringing him lunch would be your excuse for showing up unannounced. That reason, however, wasn't enough to prevent the lecture you received from an overprotective husband, Rio. As if that wasn’t enough, you also caught shit from your meddlesome bodyguard/homie, Mick. He escorted you into the warehouse when you arrived.

“Boss lady, you know you’re not supposed to be here,” he instigated.

“Mick, hush. I can bring my husband some lunch. Chill on me.”

“Alright, but you already know. The boss won’t be happy you're out, running around for him.”

“I went to get him some takeout. I didn’t even get out of the car. It was a curbside pickup.”

You were about to continue the debate when Rio’s voice sounded behind you.

“Mama.”

How could one little word send your body into a frenzy? You could sense both curiosity and a little anger in his tone. Mick stood there smirking at you. He knew what was about to go down. It was one thing for you to be out and about with no security detail. That was enough to put you in hot water. The fact that you were pregnant pushed his disappointment to another level.

“Mick, that thing we were about to take care of? Start without me. I need a few moments with my wife.”

He nodded in agreement, giving you a ‘good luck’ smirk on his way out. You turned your attention to Rio after the door closed. His jaw ticked as he shook his head in disbelief.

“What did I tell you about leaving the house with no security detail? You’re supposed to be at home relaxing. What are you even doing out and about? I specifically told you I’d be busy today. You know that’s code for business dealings. Your ass shouldn’t be anywhere near this warehouse right now.”

“I just wanted to bring you lunch, Papa. I needed to see that handsome face,” you replied in your best baby voice.

“Nah, that little voice and smile ain’t cutting it right now. Why are you so damn hardheaded?”

Now you were starting to get a little pissed. It was understandable that Rio was always concerned for your safety, but what choice did you have? Several, you had several. It just couldn’t wait. Yes, you were slightly irritated by his reaction, but the ache in your core grew even more being in his presence. The scent of his cologne wafted through the air. With just one sniff, you could feel your nipples harden.

These hormones are so out of control. I need this man to wreck my shit. The sooner, the better.

Taking a deep breath, you attempted to plead your case.

“But baby-”

“Listen. I’m too busy to have this argument with you right now.”

Rio closed the distance between you and placed his hands on either side of your face. He angrily sighed and pecked your lips.

“I appreciate the gesture, Mama, but please listen to me next time.”

You bit your lip, looking at him apologetically. Snaking your arms around his body, you allowed him to engulf you in a hug. Wrapped tightly in his embrace, Rio caught you off guard, giving you a hard swat on the bottom. His voice was low and gravelly as he growled, “You're trouble, Mama.”

You moaned, pushing your backside deeper into his palms. Eyes drifted shut as you stood on your tiptoes and puckered your lips for a kiss. Rio’s hands caressed the soft, plush globes as his breath fanned your lips. He denied your request for a kiss. Instead, his lips ghosted your neck, and his mouth traveled to your ear. Nipping at your lobe, he rasped, “Sorry, mama. We don’t have time for that. I have to go handle business.”

He pulled away, smirking at the frown that quickly shifted to a pout.

“We can’t spend just a few more minutes together?”

“Don’t do that, ma. You know this is important. Since you’re already out and ignoring my demands, why don’t you spend some time with your best friend? Here, take my card. Lunch is on me.”

This man is so preoccupied with business. He doesn’t even see that I came here to give him a piece of pussy. For some reason, that irritates the hell out of me. Usually, he can read my body like a book. I see where his priorities are at the moment. Business must trump his pregnant wife’s needs. I gave this man four and a half babies, and this is the thanks I get? Let me take my pregnant, horny, irritated tail home. His ass is sleeping on the couch tonight, and I don’t give one fuck that I’m being irrational.

“Nah, I’m good,” you waved your hand dismissively.

Sensing attitude, Rio tilted his head back, giving you a look of incredulity.

“Look, I ain't got time for the dramatics right now. I told you I would be busy. Go home, mama. We can discuss this in the privacy of our home.”

Cocking your head to the side, you gave him an irritated glare. A rush of pregnancy hormones came hurtling towards you. Snatching your handbag and keys from his desk, you stormed out of the room. Rio knew he struck a nerve and possibly hurt your feelings. Stepping into the hall, he called after you. Ignoring him, you stomped out of the building. With an exasperated sigh, your husband ran his hands over his face. Taking a deep breath did little to soothe the irritation that started festering inside him. It also didn’t help that the idiots working the warehouse floor were ogling your behind as you angrily switched out of the building.

“Y’all got a death wish or something? Fuck you looking at,” Rio barked towards the group of men.

“I suggest you get back to work before I unload the clip in this bitch,” he boomed, walking back into his office to cool down before heading to the meeting.

“She’s almost to her car. Hurry up! Follow her. Keep a watchful eye over her. She’s in her feelings. Make sure my wife and child make it home safe,” he ordered one of his men.

Her ass is out here walking around in those tight-ass jeans. We’re about to have a heated exchange when I get home. Out here showing out. She’s over here pressing on my last nerve and still making me want to put her on her back at the same damn time. Thick-ass. Feisty-ass. Sexy-ass. Spoiled-ass. Hormonal-ass woman.

Rio’s detail only served to anger you more. Pulling into your driveway, you flung the car door open, grabbed your stuff, and turned toward the henchman.

“I don’t need a fucking babysitter. Either wait out here or take your ass back to the warehouse.”

Not waiting for a response, you went into your home. Setting the alarm, you settled in for a quiet, lonesome evening. You had hoped a nice relaxing shower, comfy PJs, and stuffing your face would put you in a better mood. It could have worked, but your husband kept blowing up your phone.

Annoyed by the fourth call, you answered icily, “What can I do for you, dear?”

Rio could hear the sarcasm in your voice. “This what we on tonight?”

“Why, whatever do you mean, husband?”

“Cut the shit, mama. Why are you ignoring my calls?”

“You were oh so busy. I’d imagine that ignoring you would give you more time to concentrate on business, sweetie.”

“You petty as fuck. Stop being mean, mama.”

His mini flirtations went ignored.

This man hasn’t seen petty yet. Watch me work, Daddy.

“What can I do for you, Christopher?”

“Oh, are we using government names now? Bet. Why are you being stubborn?”

Silence.

“So, you’re not going to say anything?”

 Silence.

 “Mama,” he sighed. 

“Let me make sure I’ve got this right. You’re pissed off–again? That’s two days in a row, mama. I’ve still yet to figure out the reason behind yesterday's bad attitude. Normally, I don’t let that shit slide, but I understand you’re emo-.”

“Call me emotional one more time, Rio.”

“And you’re going to do what, darlin’,” he questioned, voice laced with a hint of warning. Rio chuckled sarcastically, “I got a lot going on right now. Call me back when you’re ready to talk like an adult. Ready to get back on your grown woman shit.”

“Whatever, Christopher. You called me. Nobody wanted to talk to your dusty ass anyway. Get off my line,” with that, you both hung up on one another, more irritated than before the call.

Hours later, you came down from your mood swing. Guilt slowly started to seep into you. Not one to give in and apologize first, you decided it was the right thing to do. Unlocking your phone, you sent a request for FaceTime. It rang twice before being denied.

He’s probably busy. I’ll try again in an hour or so.

The next time you tried his cell, you called. It rang several times before going to voicemail. Waiting another hour, you tried again. Ringing once, it went to voicemail.

Now, wait a fuckin’ minute. One ring means he hit the “f you button.” See, now a bitch is starting to get mad again. Woosah. Fight them mood swings, girl. Fight them!

Just as you had calmed your nerves, a text came through.

Husbaeee (Papa)🥰😈👅💦: You and the baby good?

Wifey (Mama)🌎💍: Yes, we’re fine. Why haven’t you called me back? Are you okay?

Husbaeee (Papa)🥰😈👅💦: I’m busy, remember? You didn’t feel like talking earlier? Why are you so chatty all of a sudden?

His petty ass.

Wifey (Mama)🌎💍: Stop making it hard to tell you sorry, Papa. Chill on me.

Husbaeee (Papa)🥰😈👅💦: Keep your sorry, ma. I’m cool on that. See you when I get home.

Oh, okay! It’s just, ma, now? Bet.

Slipping his phone back into his pocket, Rio smiled to himself. He purposefully pissed you off again. Part of him did it out of payback, but his main objective was getting you frustrated. If it had done the trick. You would be ripping his clothes off and begging to be fucked once he made it home.

Not one to tell a man where he can and cannot go in his own home. You decided against telling Rio to sleep on the couch. However, the need to be petty was vibrating heavily in your bones. You fought sleep as long as you could, hoping to wait up for him long enough to ignore him for a bit. The baby again had other plans and lulled you into a deep sleep.

Rio braced himself for whatever you had planned to throw his way. He smirked to himself, releasing a low chuckle before exiting the car. Dragging his tired body into the house, your husband entered the code into the security system. Resetting it, he headed in the direction of the bar. He filled a tumbler with two fingers of bourbon. Tossing it back, Rio let the warm liquid flow through his chest. He rinsed the glass, set it in the dishwasher, and headed upstairs. 

Her moody ass is probably sleeping.

Attempting not to wake you, he quietly padded up the stairs. Rio unbuttoned the first couple of buttons on his shirt as he walked toward your shared bedroom. He nearly made it there but stopped in his tracks. The look on his face turned stone cold, and he slowly turned his head to peer into the guest bedroom.

What the fuck is this shit?

There you were, the door cracked, and lights dimmed just enough for him to see you tucked in tight, slumbering peacefully. Your plan to ignore him may have fallen through, but you still managed to be petty even in your sleep.

You jolted awake, feeling arms slip under your frame and pull you up from the mattress. Moments went by as you willed your eyes to wake fully. Your sight focused on Rio’s angered expression, and you pushed at his chest.

“What the hell are you doing? Put me down, Christopher!”

He ignored you. Rio’s jaw ticking as he took long strides exiting the guest room. He carried you into your bedroom, laid you in bed, tucking you in. You started to explain that you were a grown-ass woman and could sleep anywhere you damn well pleased. The look in his eyes forced you to think better of it.

“I don’t give a fuck how angry you are! Your ass will sleep in this bed regardless. Go to bed mad if you want to. Your stubborn ass is going to do it lying next to me. No room for debate, mama. You mad at me? You don’t want to be near me right now? That’s all good, but you sleep in our bed. Roll to the edge of the bed. That's all the space you're getting.”

Rio snatched his shirt over his head and threw it into the clothes hamper. You did your best to bite back any more snarky responses as you watched Rio stalk to the bathroom. The door flew shut, and you mumbled, “Dramatic much.”

The bathroom door swung open. Standing in the doorway, eyes set on you, Rio commanded, “Can you stop talking? Please give me a moment of peace, ma. All that talking’s gon’ land your ass in a world of trouble. Save yourself, mama. Be quiet.”

You cut your eyes at him, sliding down into bed. You lay on the side facing away from him. The corners of your mouth pulled into a mischievous grin. Waiting for the shower to start, you attempted to remove yourself from the bed and head toward the exit. Rio's voice bounced off the bathroom walls, halting your movement.

“Get back in bed, mama.”

You kissed your teeth, “Ain’t nobody left. Shut up, Rio.”

“You heard what I said. Stop playing with me.”

Pouncing back on the bed, you snarled towards the bathroom door.

“Fix your face, ma. You’re trying my patience tonight.”

Can he see through the damn walls or something?

“Nobody worried about you, Christopher.”

“Yeah, okay. Your stubborn ass got back in that bed. Didn’t you?”

Rio wanted to wash the events of the day away. He wanted a few quiet minutes to destress, but being a little hellcat, you wouldn’t give him that. You had a response for everything. He loved you combative and keyed up, but tonight, you were laying it on thick and wouldn’t let up. Rio was slightly irritated that his plan to piss you off again was starting to backfire. Taking a few calming breaths, he readied himself to regain control of the situation.  

The water cut off, and he walked into the room, towel hanging dangerously low around his waist. There were beads of water sliding down his naked torso. Being irritated by him wasn’t enough to stop your eyes from tracing him from head to toe. Squeezing your thighs together, you bit your lip, fighting the urge to jump on him. Rio felt your eyes on him and smirked in your direction. He laid a fresh pair of underwear on the foot of the bed. Standing upright, his eyes connected with yours as Rio pulled the towel from his waist. His eyes stayed on you as he took the time to dry the rest of his body. Your vision latched onto his manhood as you watched it swing from side to side. The tip of your tongue danced across your lips, and Rio rasped, “You hungry, mama?” The knowing smirk on his face aggravated you. Not thinking it through, you mumbled, “Like you give a fuck.”

A low and bitter chuckle fell from Rio’s lips. That was your last chance. His bottom lip pulled between his teeth. His eyes darkened and held yours as he slipped into his underwear. Tossing the towel into the hamper, he crept toward you. The silence that filled the air added to the moment's intensity.

Rio’s fingers glided along the column of your neck. His digits cupped your chin, giving it a light squeeze as a warning. His face crowded your own. You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from smirking. Finally, you had pissed him off enough to get the reaction you craved. Wetness pulled between your thighs in anticipation.

“This all could’ve been avoided, mama.”

Rio’s thumb traced your bottom lip as he backed away. You watched in confusion as he stepped into a pair of sweatpants and grabbed his phone. Stepping toward the door, you asked, “Where are you going?”

“Thought you didn't want to be near me, darlin’? I think you need some time alone. Just go to bed. I'm not tired.”

“I’ve been alone for two days! You’re such an asshole.”

His hand gripped the doorknob as he rolled his neck and shoulders. He was fighting the urge to pounce. With his back to you, Rio finished, “Next time you want to be fucked. Just say that, ma.”

You growled in annoyance, chucking a pillow against his back as he walked out of the room.

“Your ass is lucky you're carrying my baby. It's the only thing keeping me from snatching your little ass up. Crazy ass woman,” he called out from the hallway.

You punched your pillows and got back in bed. Too upset to sleep, a slew of emotions rained down on you. First, there were tears of frustration. Then anger, followed by another round of guilt.

Why do I keep putting this man through hell? All over some dick. That’s what it comes down to. However, if he would’ve cracked my damn back, this shit could’ve been avoided. You're so damn busy you can’t slide inside me and bust a quick nut? 

You smiled, rolled your eyes, and finished your thoughts.

Damn, I’m a brat. Let me drag grumpy pants back to bed. I thought, “wE sLeEp BeSiDe EaCh OtHeR No MaTtEr WhAt,” Head ass.

Rio was sitting on the edge of the living room sofa, arms draped over his lap. The longer he sat there thinking over the day and your attitude. The more he had to fight the urge to do the things he truly wanted. Rio fisted the top of his pants as wicked thoughts of you crying out for him cycled through. His hands trembled, filled with the need to possess and punish you. He closed his eyes, tilting his head back to calm his hunger. That plan fell through as your scent flowed into the room. He groaned, opening his eyes and settling his gaze on you.

“You could’ve slept in the guest room. Why are you being extra? I thought we didn’t sleep in separate rooms anyway?”

“I’m not about to keep going back and forth with you. Just go back to bed, Mama,” he responded with tiredness in his voice.”

That pulled at your heartstrings.

Be nice, bitch.

You swallowed your pride and made the first move toward reconciliation.

“Come back to bed, Rio. I’m sorry for being unreasonable, papa.”

Still standing in the entryway of the spacious living room, you waited for a response. The room was painfully quiet as you two watched one another. Rio’s gaze trailed your body. It was just something about you in his T-shirts that always drove him crazy. He kept his expression blank, making it hard for you to get a read on him. The silence continued for a moment. When he finally spoke, his voice was different. It wasn’t angry, but it wasn’t happy either.

It was dominant, possessive even. 

“Come here.”

Oh, shit. Not that voice. Anything but that.

There were two types of dominant Rio. One, you had been working his nerves for. The other? Not so much. You stayed frozen in place.

“Don’t make me ask again.”

Your legs carried you over to him. Stepping between him and the coffee table, you waited for further instruction.

“Look, I know I’ve been working your nerves-.”

“Mm-Mm. Quiet. Talking seems to be your downfall, Mama.”

Rio’s hands reached up and grasped your hips.

“Sit,” he instructed, pulling you into a seated position on the coffee table.

His elbows rested on the top of his knees, hands folded underneath his chin.

“You’ve been doing your best to get my attention. Now that you have it. You seem a bit worried, Mama. It’s what you wanted. Right?”

Silence.

“Good girl. You finally learned how to listen and not talk. It’s a little shocking, honestly. You’ve had so much to say for the past two days. Now, when it seems you’re about to get the response you want, and then some. You don’t have shit to say.”

You could feel the heat radiating off of him. Fucked. That’s what you were. There were times when you would overdo it, pushing him too far. Tonight was going to be one of those nights. Pulling in a shaky breath, you continued to listen. Being pregnant, you didn’t know how he would play it. That alone sent a shiver down your body.

See, this is what my emotional, spoiled ass gets. It’s too late to turn back now. Dear sweet Kitty Kat, I wish you the best of luck, girl.

“What’s wrong, darlin’? You seem a bit nervous.”

More silence.

Rio leaned towards you, placing his hands on your plush thighs. He was so close your noses were an inch apart. He tilted his head, angling it to nip your bottom lip. Pulling back, his hand massaged your left cheek. It circled your skin as he leaned back in.

“My hands itching to wrap around your throat, Mama. You know I can’t act like this and do things like that when you’re carrying my child. I don’t take risks with my seed, and you know that. Playing with your oxygen supply is the same as messing with theirs. So why the fuck do you keep trying me,” he groaned.

“Baby, I’m-“

“Shhh.” He laid a gentle kiss on your lips. “You've been talking all day. Right now is a time for listening, darlin’.”

He leisurely rose from the couch, towering over you.

“Let’s put your mouth to better use. Yeah?”

Your breath hitched as his fingers threaded through your hair. Tugging it, he tilted your head back, pecking your lips again. Rio’s eyes held yours as his free hand dipped inside his sweatpants and briefs. Releasing and stroking his member, he hovered over you.

“You wanted some attention. Right, mama? You need dick? Open that pretty little mouth for me.”

Rio jerked your head forward. Hand still wrapped tightly around his thick length, he tapped it on your lips. Your mouth watered and instantly fell open.

“Now you want to be a good girl,” he groaned, swiping the head of his cock on the tip of your tongue.

You started to wrap your mouth around him, but he backed away. A whimper fell from your mouth. Rio held your chin, “I’ll tell you when you can eat it up, Mama,” he whispered, gently tapping your face with his girth.

“You so fucking fine. Wet juicy ass lips got my shit throbbing,” Rio moaned, bending down to kiss you again. Eyes blazing, you used your mouth to capture his thumb. You suckled it, giving him doe eyes. It was as if your beautiful orbs were pleading for him to give in. Your body was so wound up it screamed for some sort of relief. You so desperately wanted to taste him. Thoughts of him spilling his seed into your mouth had you salivating. Rio’s lips parted as his tongue did that snake motion you loved. He slid his thumb from your lips, moving it out of reach.

“Can’t even ruin you in the manner you deserve. I want to shove my dick in that pretty little mouth and fuck your throat until you choke. Damn, I want to leave you gasping for air, voice hoarse. You know I love the way you swallow the dick.”

 An appreciative whimper sounded from your lips. Rio’s eyes danced with excitement. He took joy at the needy and desperate look on your face. The rise and fall of your chest quickened as sinful sounds came from your sweet lips. 

“Look at you moaning and whimpering. That’s my nasty bitch. Does the thought of me shoving myself down that pretty little throat turn you on, mama? It makes you wet. Doesn’t it?”

You shivered and released a stuttered breath, “Daddy, please.” He smiled wickedly, “Damn, I love it when you beg, darlin’.”

“Christopher, please. I’m about to go crazy. I don't think I've ever wanted to swallow you down this bad. Please, Papa. I need you.”

A chuckle fell from his lips. Rio swallowed hard, and you could see the pulse dancing on the side of his neck. His eyes grew darker as he leaned close enough, and you felt his breath brush against your lips.

“You are so cute, mama. Beg as much as you want. The question is: Do you think you deserve it,” he whispered, peppering your lips with light kisses. The corners of his lips lifted, forming a smile as you panted the word yes. “Mm, no. I don't think so, darlin’. You've been stomping around, throwing tantrums, twisting and turning, rolling that neck for days now.”

Your impatience and temper got the best of you.

“If you're so tired of my damn attitude. Put me out of my misery already. You're the one being stingy with the dick! You can't find a few moments to love on your wife?”

There was that sinister smile once more. Rio’s hand went to wrap around your throat, but halfway he stopped. Closing it into a fist tightly, he forced it down to his side. He smirked, slowly opening his mouth to speak, “You’re letting these hormones rattle you, mama. They got you impatient as fuck and coming out of pocket.”

Tucking himself back into his sweats, Rio reclaimed his spot on the sofa. Leaning back into the cushions, he watched your face twist up in frustration.

“Fuck this. I’m going back upstairs. Sleep wherever you want. I don’t care.”

“Sit. Down,” Rio roared.

You froze, back still facing him.

“I’m getting tired of saying things twice,” Rio hissed. “Sit your ass down.”

You swung around and stomped to the coffee table to reclaim your seat.

“Not there. Come here.”

Standing in front of him, you crossed your arms over your chest.

“You beckoned? Dear sweet husband.”

Though Rio wore a thin smile, you could tell he didn’t find shit amusing. Glancing at his lap, he whispered, “Sit.”

You kissed your teeth, plopping into his lap. He pressed up against you, hands gripping your waist. “You enjoy making me tick. Don’t you darlin’?”

Not waiting for you to answer, one hand abandoned your waist. It slid into your hair, tugging at the strands. The action caused you to release something Rio couldn’t decipher. What had started as a gasp shifted to a whimper and ended as a moan. The sound caused his erection to twitch underneath you as he bit back a groan.

“Why are you giving Daddy a hard time? Thought you loved me, Mama,” he teased.

Your lips parted, but he tugged more, signaling you to remain silent.

“Don’t deny it, love. I’m over here fighting everything in me right now. I know how you want it. You ain’t in no condition for that, baby girl.”

“How do I want it, Papa,” you whispered breathlessly.

Rio’s hand trailed to the column of your neck. He gave it a light, gentle squeeze. Pulling your ear to his lips, he groaned, “You want that rough shit. Need me to choke you. Talk my shit and say all the nasty things you like. Pin you down, fuck you until you cry. That’s what you want, yeah,” he questioned, nipping at your earlobe.

A smirk danced across his face at the sound of your whimpering.

“Can’t you just do it as gently as possible? Please, you begged, grinding into his lap.

His growl bounced off the living room walls. It was a signal, a warning, but you couldn’t help yourself. Circling your hips, you pressed further into his erection. Rio hissed, “Behave. You really gotta chill, Mama.”

You stood long enough to turn and straddle his thigh. His hands cradled your small bump. Pecking his lips, you watched as Rio’s eyes fluttered closed. The two of you slipped into a sensual kiss. Your hips rolled as you started to grind your moist panties against his thigh.

“Papa, please. I’m begging you. I need you. I’ll take it any way you’d like.”

He sucked in a shallow breath, grasping your chin.

“I know you will. You don’t have a choice, mama.”

Cocky motha-.

“Keep grinding that slick little pussy against me, baby,” he rasped, grabbing up the globes of your behind. “Now I know you can do better than that. Grind harder,” he finished with a smack to each cheek. Mouths collided as your fingers traced patterns along the nape of his neck. Your tongues wrestled for dominance. His palms dug into your supple flesh, guiding you along the slick spot that started to form on his thigh.

“Damn, mama. Just the sound of my voice makes that little pussy weep, yeah?”

He watched you with pride, your eyes shut tight, breathing ragged. Rio moved his hands to your breast, giving them a light squeeze. He moaned as his teeth sunk into your bottom lip.

“Go a little faster. Pull yourself toward the edge, darlin’.”

Your body rocked faster against his drenched thigh as his hand crept until it found its way underneath your shirt, pulling at the hardened nipples.

“Christopher.”

“Hmm, baby? Talk to me, mama. What do you need from Daddy?”

The words got stuck in your throat, and you edged closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy. Your head tilted back, and the mewl you released made all Rio’s blood rush to his thick member. He peppered kisses along the soft skin of your neck, cooing, “You close, baby girl? Hmm? Come on now, tell me how you feel, darlin’. Let me hear that pretty voice.”

“So damn close. Add a little pressure, Daddy. Press into me, please.”

Rio chuckled, lifting his thigh just enough to give you the desired pressure.

“That better, sweetheart?”

“Fuck,” you whispered. Ye-I’ma come. Please-.”

You started to tremble, signaling an explosive orgasm. Rio’s fingers gripped your waist, halting all movement. A high-pitched whine echoed throughout the room as you tried to power through his grasp and thrust your hips. His hold on you was too strong to fight. The teasing chuckle he gave frustrated you.

“Why would you do that? Don’t play with me like that, Rio,” you whimpered.

“Oh, you thought this was about to be easy? No, love. See where all the nagging and expectations got you. Playing with my patience had you believing I would let you have your way. Fuck that. You better work for that shit, mama. You know how I operate, and I ain’t feeling too generous right now.” He pinched your nipple, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth.

Shoving his shoulder, he fell back against the couch, pinning you with a mischievous glint.

“Ain’t shit funny, Rio. You’re pissing me off,” you snapped, pacing the hardwood floor.

“That makes two of us,” he countered, shrugging his shoulders.

“What happened to a happy wife, a happy life? I’m carrying your child. Where is the love?”

“So damn dramatic. You just knew you’d get your way, huh?”

You stopped, turning to face him. Your arms crossed your ample chest. Frustration ran deep in your mind. The two of you matched glare for glare.

Rio’s eyes darkened as he stood, walking toward you. He kissed you long and hard, backing you toward the living room wall. Your body shivered as you made contact with the chilled surface. He broke the kiss and rasped, “Should’ve used these past few minutes to make a convincing argument,” he tsked. “I don't even know if you deserve to come at this point, darlin’.”

Rio dropped to his knees, and you watched his head disappear underneath the fabric of your shirt. Heat pulsed throughout your core as you felt Rio pull fabric aside. Thousands of tiny sparks flooded your body as you felt his wet, warm tongue trail from the bottom of your dripping sex to the top. His middle and pointer fingers spread you open while the tip of his tongue danced around your bundle of nerves. You released a shuttered breath, head tilting back as your eyes fluttered closed. Without having to look up, Rio paused his licking and growled, “Keep you’re fucking eyes on me. Take off this damn shirt, and watch me eat this pussy up, mama.” 

Say less. I got you, Zaddy.

His eyes burned with passion at the sight of your breast. “You don’t need these either,” he rasped, tearing the panties from your body. Without another word, his head dipped back between your thighs. He teased you with nips and licks until you squirmed, begging for more. The pace had started achingly slow. His breath fanned your lower lips, “Look at you wiggling and shit. Are you aching for me, mama?” Rio inhaled your scent, “Damn, I’m about to eat this shit up.”

“Less talking. More licking, Papa,” you mewled, trying to thrust your heat back into his face. Rio leaned away.

“See, that’s your problem. You need to learn patience, mama. We don’t need to rush. Let me take my time and enjoy all this fine dining.”

“Truthfully, you get off on torturing me, don’t you?”

Instead of using his words, Rio answered with action. Still holding your lips apart, three fingers from the opposite hand pressed into your clit, rubbing wide circles slowly.

In a husky tone, he taunted, “Come on, sweetheart, I know you can get wetter than this.” Your sarcastic rebuttal halted as he continued, “Let me help you with that, ma.”

His words fully registered as you felt his saliva collide with your silky flesh. His mouth covered your lips again, alternating between slow, languid strokes and rapid, hungry licks. From the movement of his tongue to the way he gripped your thighs. Feeling everything at once was hurdling toward a powerful orgasm. His fingers rejoined the party, using them to fumble with your clit as he thrust his tongue into you.

“N-no, baby. Not ye-it’s too soon. S-slow down, fuck!”

Your hand wrapped around his wrist, trying to pull his fingers away. Rio swatted it as he hoisted you higher, locking his arms around your thighs.

“I thought you wanted to come though, Mama,” he teased. “Let me switch it up for you, yeah?”

His tongue replaced those same fingers, licking and sucking your sweet little nub like a man who hadn’t eaten in days.

“Oh! You fucking demon. Daddy, no,” you mewled, body starting to jerk. The sensation sent tingles throughout as your fist pounded against the wall. The digits of the other hand dug into his scalp. You felt him smile against your flesh, moaning and growling. Slipping three fingers inside, he flexed them, deliciously tapping your g-spot. The pace of his digits quickened as his lips wrapped around your abused clit, and he sucked as hard as he could. Your body writhed. The feeling was so intense you considered climbing the wall.

This bitch would go harder. I need to learn how to shut up.

Rio tsked again, “There’s nowhere for you to run, Mama. Daddy got you locked in,” he taunted, fingers speeding up a little more. “Thought this is what you wanted, hm? You've been crying for this all day. Is it too much for you, baby?” Rio’s fingers slipped out of you, and the palm of his hand delivered smacks over your lips. “Yeah! There we go! That’s that wet shit, mama.” Rio dove back in, the sounds of his mouth on your body growing more lewd by the second. All you could do was tremble and whimper. Rio groaned, his mouth devouring you. His words tickled your slick heat, “ You gon’ come for me? Hmm? My mouth got you leaking all over the place.” Your legs started to shake as his tongue lashed at your skin. 

“Answer me, ma,” he demanded, harsh yet sexy.

“Yes, fuck. I’m so close, shit!”

“Beg me to let you come.”

“Please, Papa! Let me come all over that sinfully delicious tongue.”

“I know you’re close. Look at that pretty little pussy squeezing around my fingers,” Rio teased, adding a fourth finger. “Look at these thick thighs shaking,” he taunted. Your husband took a moment to nip at your inner thighs. “Soft as fuck. Tastes so damn good.” His lips licked and sucked at the soft skin as he massaged your g-spot.

“Hold on a bit longer for me.”

His eyes glistened, and you knew Rio was about to make you suffer. There was something in his expression that just reeked of revenge. Minutes ticked by, and you were proven right: every torturous lick of his tongue was his getback. Every time his lips captured your bundle of nerves, it felt like he was trying to suck the soul out of you. He had brought you to the edge for the third time, only to slow down. Tears threatened to spill as you begged and pleaded. At this point, you were no longer begging him to come on his talented tongue. You just wanted him to wrap your legs around his waist and pound you into an earth-shattering orgasm. Twice, you had tried pulling his head away, pressing him to fuck you. Both times, Rio denied you and went right back to eating. His greedy mouth slurped at your juices, “Mm-mm, mama. Daddy’s still hungry.”

His tongue grazed your clit, causing your body to shiver with force. You cried out, “Rio, please! You have to let me come. I can’t do this anymore.” Tears trailed down your cheeks, tugging at his heart a bit. He kissed your nub once more before he pulled up from between your legs. Using the pads of his thumbs, he wiped at the remnants of your tears. Pecking your lips, his hands cradled your face. “I’m sorry, mama. Shh, I know, baby. I know. Breathe for me, catch your breath.”

How could your emotions be all over the place? Yet, every ounce of you still ached for him. Though you were irritated and pissed at the way he edged you. The need to be fucked and orgasm was still the top priority. You could curse him out later. Truthfully, you had done it to yourself. You knew pushing him too far was what brought you here. Patience and understanding had been an option that would have left you well rewarded. Instead, you had opted to try to force his hand.

I’m pregnant, horny, and a bit illogical at the moment. I want what the fuck I want, and I want it now.

Rio’s eyes locked with yours, his orbs still dark but sympathetic at the same time. His teeth sunk into his bottom lip as he swept hair that blocked your vision. Taking a deep breath, he leaned in, lips brushing against yours.

“I’ma stop fucking with you, mama,” he whispered, stealing a kiss.

Rio shushed your whimpering as his hands trailed back down your body and between your thighs. His fingers brushed your slit, collecting moisture along the way. His fingers slid lower until they reached the destination they were in search of. Two fingers penetrated you as his free hand tweaked your nipple. You sucked in a sharp breath as his digits tapped against that special place in warp speed.

“R-rio. Oh, God,” you mewled. “No, please. I want you inside. I need you inside me, baby. Why won’t you just-.”

His head fell into the crook of your neck as you pleaded. An anguished growl echoed against your throat.

“I can’t right now, mama. I just can’t,” he responded helplessly as his fingers kept slamming into you. “Give it to me, mama. I know you can’t hold it anymore. Come for me, baby girl,” he moaned against your skin.

“But why? Oh! Fuck! Y-yes. God, yes,” you cried, falling over the edge.

“Fuck, mama. My arm’s soaked,” he groaned, breath shallow, as he trailed kisses down your neck. He waited for you to respond, but the only sound he heard was sniffling. Rio pulled back with a quickness, hands cradling your face once more. He kissed you, “What’s wrong, mama? Why are you crying?”

“Are you not attracted to me anymore?”

“Mama. Don’t start. Why wouldn’t I be attracted to you? That’s a wild ass question. Please don’t take this wrong, but these hormones got you all messed up. You know better than to ask me such a ludicrous question.” 

Your eyes started to water again, and Rio threw his head back, running his hand down his face. Releasing a long sigh, “Don’t start again, mama. You’re all over the place today. One minute, you’re cursing me out, trying to push me away. The next minute, you’re on me. I damn sure can’t keep up with the mood swings today. Now I’m getting pissed all over again because you're questioning my love for you.”

“It’s a simple question, Rio. Something must be wrong since you won’t fuck your wife. It can’t be that bizarre of a question. Just admit it. I’m gaining weight (not to mention I was already plushie before), so you’re not interested.”

“What number mood swing is this?”

“Fuck you, Rio.”

“You’d like that? A fuck. Wouldn’t you?”

“Such a dickish response!”

You stormed away, ignoring his demands not to walk away from him. Upon entering your bedroom, you slammed the door. Climbing under the covers, you snuggled down until you found a comfortable spot. He didn’t immediately follow you upstairs. Sinking back into the couch, he tried to calm his temper. 

Rio’s mood/urge was why Y/N hadn’t gotten what she wanted in the first place. He was right back to being as pissed as he was earlier. It was all the more reason to stay where he was until he could calm himself. During the first round of this sexually charged argument, it had taken every fiber in him not to fuck you relentlessly. No matter how bad you both wanted it. He wasn’t comfortable with manhandling you at a time like this.

He tilted his head back against the cushions and chuckled to himself. Looking back over the day, you had been a pain in the ass. However, Rio loved that you were adamant about getting what you desired.

The fact that she thinks there’s a way for me to be gentle and rough in that sort of head space is laughable. I love this crazy ass woman.

He replayed the last of your conversation. Guilt crept in as he remembered how your lip trembled as you fought back tears of frustration and neediness while leaving the room. Thinking the situation over, Rio started to hold himself accountable. He knew what to expect at times like this. If he was being honest, having another baby was mainly his idea. That thought alone had him shaking his head and smirking.

This woman is going to drive me insane. She can’t be serious thinking I’m not attracted to her right now because she’s pregnant. If anything, that makes my dick harder. These kinks, man. Her ass knows I love her any size. Mama knows I love it when she’s stupid thick. Damn, I want to bend her ass over something. Just wait until baby girl or boy gets here. I’m going to remember every single mood swing and attitude. Like that man Miguel once said, that pussy gon’ be mine. Let me check on her mean ass. Remember to remain calm, Rio.

He flipped off all the lights downstairs and made sure everything was locked up tight. It was pitch black in the master suite. Rio entered quietly, not wanting to wake you. The faint sounds of sniffles came from under the covers on your side of the bed. Your husband’s head hung low at the sounds, shaking it side to side in disbelief. Sadness ached deep in his chest. It had never been his intention to make you feel unwanted. He certainly didn’t mean for you to feel unattractive. You had pushed him to that place of uncertainty. Rio didn’t trust himself enough to remain gentle. His anger had been raging off and on for the past two days. It was time for him to set the record straight and make things right.

Self-control, my boy. Self-control. I may not be able to choke her. Let that mouth get to firing off again. I’ma spank this woman. Lord, help me.

He approached your side of the bed, attempting to lower the comforter, but it wouldn’t budge. You grumbled, “Don’t, Christopher. Just get in bed. Let’s get some rest. We can discuss this in the morning.” The fabric of the blankets muffled your voice a bit, but Rio could hear how you fought back tears.

Rio gently rubbed what he believed to be your hip. “Don’t hide from me,” he rasped.

“I’m not. Goodnight, Papa.”

He lowered his head, rubbing soothing circles against your back. He stood there a few moments, trying to find a way to make things better. A thought entered his mind. His head leaned to the side as he gave a quick head nod. Heading to his side of the bed, Rio checked his notifications one last time, setting the ringer to silent. He grabbed an item from the nightstand, setting it to the side. Rio got into bed, sliding closer. The feeling of his chest pressing against your back as he joined you under the covers.

“You still mad at me, Mama,” he questioned, leaving butterfly kisses against your skin. “You gon’ forgive me, hm?”

“Shut up, Rio,” you responded with a giggle and sniffle.

“You know you’re crazy for thinking that bullshit, right? I love you, mama. Don’t you know that you’re my favorite person in this world? I love you for life, woman,” he explained. “I’ll always be attracted to you, no matter what. You’re my heart and world, baby girl.” Rio nibbled at your neck. “Those better be happy sniffles, he teased.

“They are, trust me. Thank you for the reassurance, Papa,” you responded, voice still shaky.

His fingers caressed your thighs, drawing small patterns on your flesh, lips peppering kisses against a bare shoulder back to the soft spot below your ear.

“Papa, I don’t think that’s a good idea. I’m still wet from earlier,” you whispered, lower lips tingling again.

Rio shushed you as his tongue swept across the column of your neck. “You looked so damn good in those jeans with the heels. You just had to get me hard while I was working. Didn’t you? How am I supposed to focus with images of fucking you against my desk floating through my head?”

“I just wanted to see you, baby.”

“Yeah. Okay.”

His hand slid between soft thighs, swiping at the moisture pooling between your folds.

“Always wet. Forever ready for me. Shit. Give me those lips, ma.”

Both of you tried to take control of the kiss until his fingers pulled away. You huffed, “Not this shit again-Oh! Shit,” you moaned. Not only had he placed his hand back where it was, but you felt a lovely buzzing sensation against your clit. “Yes,” you whispered.

“Been waiting for the right time to break this out. You’ve been rambling on about that damn toy, so I bought you a rose, Mama. How’s that feel?” Unable to speak, you answered with a sweet sigh. Rio’s lips connected to your temple. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he laughed, increasing the speed.

Between his lips and the toy, you hadn’t noticed Rio tugging down his sweatpants. The kiss broke as you mewled. He bit his lip, watching you gasp at the feel of the rose pressed against your nub while his aching erection slid back and forth against your folds. The leaking tip dipped in and out of your spasming channel. The covers kicked down to the foot of the bed as Rio’s hungry gaze drank in the writhing of your bodies. His breathing quickened, listening to your faint moans.

“I think we’re both a bit calmer now. Don’t you agree, Mama,” he questioned, sucking in a breath at the wetness pulling around his tip.

If you had heard him, Rio didn’t wait for a response. He reclaimed your mouth, sinking his thick, veiny rod inside you.

“Got Damn,” you both moaned in unison.

“That’s a good girl. Take it all, Mama. So fucking tight. Grip that shit.”

Burying your head in your pillow, you trembled, moaning repetitively. Rio’s hands sunk into the plushness of your waist. His finger sunk deeper, pressing your behind into his lap. Pumping you slowly, you felt his hips do that circular motion. 

“Faster, Daddy. Please go faster.”

“Whatever you say, love,” he answered, pulling your hair and snapping his hips harder. “The settings go higher, baby.” Shifting the rose to its highest voltage, he growled at the screams that bounced around the room.

“T-too much. Fuck!”

“No, ma. You got this. Take that shit. Don’t you want me to make that pussy feel good, yeah? Yes, baby. Oh, shit. Take it, baby. Just let me pound that pretty little flower.”

Every thrust sent you higher. Your fingers dug into Rio’s hand as you thrashed about the bed.

“You keep fucking me like this. I’m not going to last much longer,” you whined.

“You got that. Go on and wet that shit up, mama. Fall apart. Come for, Daddy. I’ll put you back together and break you apart again. Don’t bury your face in the pillow. Let me hear you come loud and clear. Come for me right fucking now,” he demanded, giving your ass a hard smack.”

“Fu-Chris! Baby,” you screamed, body tensing, shaking violently. Kisses danced along your temple. Whimpers continued to fall from your lips, the aftershocks sending waves throughout your body. Rio attempted to center and bring you back down from the high.

“You’re good, mama. I got you. Good job,” he praised. 

You couldn’t imagine a better way to end a long day. At least that's what you thought until Rio decided to take it one step further.

“I’m not finished with you yet, baby girl,” he whispered.

Rio slid out of you, laying on his back, while he waited for you to turn toward him. Your face hovered over his. Staring lovingly into his eyes, you spoke softly.

“Tell me what you need, Papa,” you questioned, stroking his jaw.

He reached for your leg, bringing it over his to straddle him. Hands traveled the length of your body, stopping to cup your breast. Through body language alone, the communication was clear. Giving him a gentle nod, lip tucking between your teeth. Rio felt your digits wrap around his length, rising just enough. You slowly slipped his throbbing length into the slick cavern. The two of you moaned in unison.

Rio sat up, wrapping his arms around your waist. You rode him slow and steady. Biting your lip, he encouraged you, “Mm, that's it, mama. You feel so good.” He wrapped his lips around your nipple, tongue circling it hungrily. Giving it a playful bite pulled a meal from your lungs. Releasing the taut bud, Rio whimpered, “Keep squeezing me. Just like that. Fuck.”

He tugged one of your hands from his shoulder, placing the digits around the column of his throat. He smirked as your eyes widened.

“I can’t choke you, so why don’t we switch shit up? You be me for a change, mama. Be rough with Daddy, yeah?”

A tremble coursed through you at the thought of it.

“It’s your body, mama. You’re in control. Ride me as hard as you can stand it.” He pecked your lips, cooing, “Are you going to ride your daddy nice and hard, hm? This is your dick. Take it, mama,” he insisted, giving your bottom another slap.

Pushing at his chest, you laid him back against the mattress. Your hand tightened around his throat as your hips circled, taking him as deep as possible. Your head fell back as your speed increased.

“Oh,” you cried. “Daddy!”

“Look at me,” he gasped.

Your face floated above his, and you started to bounce erratically. Rio’s face twisted up as he grunted your name. The hold on his throat tightened, causing him to bite his lip harder. You felt his hands spank and grip your cheeks. The two of you entered a lip lock as the headboard banged against the wall. Coming up for air, you felt him twitch inside you.

“Fuck, Mama. I’m about to nut. Is that what you want, baby? Do you want to be filled up? Yeah, I know you do, darlin’. F-fuck! Come with me, mama! Right now!”

You both plummeted over the edge, calling out each other’s name. Trying to keep balance, your hands rested against Rio’s chest. He sat up, pulling you into an embrace. Leaving kisses all over your face, you giggled breathlessly. His arm reached around your waist, guiding you to lie down comfortably.

“Let’s get you cleaned up. Stay right here. I got you, mama.”

Rio disappeared into the bathroom, returning moments later with a warm towel. With the aftercare complete, he quickly got himself together. Making his way to the kitchen, Rio returned with a glass of ice water for you.

“Drink up. You need to replenish, ma.”

“Thank you, Papa. What about you, though?”

“Drank it downstairs, " he responded, cuddling up to you.

“So we’re switching roles now? Is that what we are doing,” you teased.

Rio’s laugh bellowed throughout the room. “Listen, ma. You’re little thirsty ass needed that rough shit. I figured since I’m not doing that right now. You can get your fix if I relinquish a little bit of that power. Temporarily, of course.” He gave your shoulder a playful bite. “You should know I’m keeping tabs for the remainder of this pregnancy.”

“Tabs? What tabs?”

“I’m keeping a mental log of every time you act up. The moment the doctor clears you. That thick ass will be stinging, and you won’t be able to walk straight for a few weeks. Maybe a month,” he shrugged, nonchalance written on his handsome face. His eyes reduced to slits, “Breath play’s about to be a beast for you, mama. Hate it for you.”

“No, you don’t, liar.”

“You said it. Not me,” Rio shrugged.

He felt your fist collide with his arm.

“Aye, chill out now. You know what, let me put this shit in my notes. What is this? That makes at least eight offenses. For the day alone.”

“Whatever. Goodnight, crybaby.”

“Says the woman that’s been crying all night.”

“Don’t piss me off again, Rio. Go to sleep. Keep in mind that you won’t be leaving for work on time. I can tell that I’ll be just as needy in the morning. Have my dick ready.”

“Just admit that you only want me for my body,” he teased.

You kissed your teeth and mugged his forehead.

“Aye! Chill. Where my kisses at?”

Rio pulled your leg over his waist, cradling your bump, and kissed you goodnight.

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[arlecchinowifefrrr]

One Last Time

pairing: arlecchino x fem!reader context: She misses you. cw: Sorry not sorry / was listening to One last time when writing this word count: 746 art credits: shsjsjs-posts

The sun was setting, casting a soft pink glow across the horizon. you and Arlecchino sat side by side, the weight of the day slowly lifting as you both let the quiet of the evening wrap around you both. It had been a long time since the two of you had shared such a peaceful moment, and something about tonight felt different—more bittersweet, more final.

Arlecchino leaned back against the balcony railing, watching as the city below came to life in the dimming light. You stood close to her, your shoulder brushing against hers, though you remained silent, your gaze distant. She couldn’t help but feel the tension that lingered between you both. It was something unspoken, something both of you had been trying to avoid acknowledging for a while now.

Finally, you spoke, your voice barely above a whisper. "Do you ever think about... what we could’ve been?"

She turned her head to look at you, your heart tightening in your chest. She knew exactly what you meant. The “what-ifs” of everything that had never happened, the moments that had slipped through her fingers like sand.

"I do," She admitted quietly, her fingers lightly tracing the edge of her coffee cup. "But it’s not just what we could’ve been... it’s what we were. I’ll always treasure that. Every single moment."

Your eyes softened, but there was a sadness there too, an understanding that the time had come for this to end. The space between you two had grown too wide for either of you to ignore anymore, even though neither of you wanted to face it.

"I don’t want to say goodbye," you murmured, your voice low and almost broken. "But maybe it’s what we need. Maybe this... this is the last time."

Her heart skipped a beat. She knew the inevitable was coming. The subtle pull of fate, the way things had shifted beyond both of yours control, pushing you both toward an end that neither of you wanted, but both of you knew was coming.

"You’re right," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "One last time. But I want to make it count."

The air felt heavier now, charged with everything unsaid. She turned to face you, your eyes searching hers, as if you were looking for something you wasn’t sure you would find.

“I’ve always loved you,” you confessed softly, your hand reaching out to gently cup her cheek. "And I’ll always remember us, even when things change. But we can't keep holding on when it's time to let go."

Your words stung, but they also brought a strange sense of peace. She couldn’t deny the truth in them. You both had fought hard, tried to keep the connection alive despite the forces pulling you apart. But sometimes, love wasn’t enough to keep things from unraveling.

“Let’s make this last moment unforgettable,” she said, her voice firm despite the lump in her throat. "One last time... let’s be everything we ever wanted to be."

You smiled, a bittersweet, tender smile that made her heart ache. You leaned in, kissing her gently, as though the world itself was waiting for this final act. The kiss was soft at first, tentative—an unspoken promise that even if everything was ending, this moment would remain in your hearts forever.

When she pulled away, both of you were breathless, and yet the silence between you felt comforting, like the calm after a storm.

"One last time," she whispered again, her voice barely audible. "Let’s dance."

Without hesitation, she stood up, reaching for your hand. The city’s hum faded into the background as she pulled you into a slow dance on the balcony, the fading light of the sunset wrapping around you both like a blanket. No words were necessary now; your hearts said everything that needed to be said.

As the song played in the distance, the one you had both played together so many times before, the world seemed to slow. It was like time itself was giving you this last, perfect moment—a memory you would both hold close, no matter where life took you.

In that moment, she knew. She would always carry a piece of you with her, no matter how far apart you both were. One last time, she danced together, a final act of love before the inevitable goodbye.

And when the song ended, so did this chapter. But the memory of you, of this moment, would stay with her forever.

[catherinelid]

Happy (late) V-day!

This is my second fic inspired by @htsan (and the song "skies forever blue")

Summary: This is your last Undertale playthrough. You are determined to free the monsters not only from the underground but from the resets as well. But it was never easy, was it?

A mess-age

You're standing in a painfully familiar hallway, the golden rays of the setting sun gently warming your cheek. Or rather, not yours. You're still not really there. It's your vessel who's feeling all the warmth. It's your vessel who went on their last journey through the Underground. You're just helping it happen.

And it's you whose heart skips a beat every time you see a certain skeleton.

*…

*wait a second.

*that look on your face while i was talking…

*you’ve already heard my spiel, haven’t you?

*i suspected something like this.

*you’re always acting like you know what’s going to happen.

*like you’ve seen it all before.

*so…

*i have a request for you.

*i kind of have a secret codeword that only i know.

*so i know if someone tells it to me…

*they’ll have to be a time traveller.

The dialog box changed for a second. It seemed to you, that instead of 'a time traveller' it read 'the one i'm looking for'. But that's absurd, right? The game cannot change spontaneously. It must have been your imagination.

*crazy, right?

Sans’ winking image looks straight at you.

Huh?! Oh, it took you a moment to remember that this was a continuation of his standard dialogue. Or should you say monologue? In the end, you can't answer him.

*anyway, here it is…

*(whisper, whisper)

*i’m counting on you to come back here and tell me that.

*see you later.

As always, you returned several times to tell all the super secret passwords, after which Sans gave you the key to his room and went out. You've always wondered why you can't hug him goodbye, even if just though your vessel.

When you got to his basement, you found in the drawer something... interesting. Something new. A letter.

There was a piece of paper on top of the envelope that said, 'if you found this, you must be the anomaly i'm looking for. or, if you're not the one but happen to know them, please give them this letter... if you can, of course. but in that case, don't read it, it is... pretty personal. you're a good human, and you won't read other people's letters, right?'

Open the envelope?

❤️Yes                        No

“hey.

starting this is not as easy as i originally thought.

…

i just wanted to talk to you.

this is the last time we'll see each other here, right? you're going to ask me how i know that? just a hunch.

…

i'm sorry i didn't come to talk to you in person, i hope it doesn't bother you too much that i only communicate with you by text. after all, when you're reading this, you're probably imagining my voice in your head. heh.

but i won't stall any longer, i don’t have much time.

i... care about you. more than anyone else. maybe i care about you more than just a friend.

…friend, hm. yes. a friend.

don't consider it's weird. do you think i can't love? but i'm just like you, i'm alive. not only can i love, but i exist because of love.

i live in every game you play, in every comic and picture that you see, in every... fanfic? is that what you call it? you know, the thing that you are reading right now. yeah. in every song that reminds you of me. everywhere. i'm here.

maybe some of them were even created by you personally. i'm still alive because of your love. i'm alive for as long as you remember me.

…you are going to remember me, right?

it's all so unfair. you can see me, but i can't. oh, how i wish i knew what you really look like.

you're not really here, there's always some kind of wall between us. it's funny. you don't even cast a shadow in this world, but you can control it. i've always wondered where i live. you call it a "computer," but for me it's my home and my universe.

…

you know, at first, i wanted to keep everything to myself. but, uh... now it's becoming impossible.

do you know how much i look forward to meeting you every time? to talk to you, even if the only things you say are ‘yes’ or ‘no’. to see you for a moment, only for you to disappear again.

why did you visit us? if you hadn't done that, i would never have known you. and you wouldn't have to suffer in your own world. but now we both long for each other.

well, as they say, what's done is done. not that i'm seriously complaining. you're a wonderful person. don't let anyone convince you otherwise.

sorry for such a mess-age. heh.

anyway, my fate is in your hands. i believe that you'll take a good care of me.

i'm waiting for you wherever you go next.

i love you.

your greatest friend”

And that's when your computer suddenly shuts down.

[pettypuppy-jonghyun]

Giggle Fits

Summary: most precious bean in all the earth cannot stop laughing and making dumb jokes with his s/o, but they share his humor too warnings: none just fluff (and maybe bad jokes and quotes) 1028 words

Wooyoung was already sitting on the couch munching on some snacks when you entered the living room. Your favorite blanket was conveniently wrapped around his frame, tucked deeply behind him, most likely to prevent you from taking it back. He did everything possible to avoid eye contact.

You squinted your eyes at him, plopping down on the couch. "You look cosy," you remarked sarcastically.

He hummed, biting back a mischievous smile and still avoiding your eyes. He knew he would be unable to keep a straight face if he looked at you. That man was weak when it came to you.

A moment passed where he finally managed to fight the urge and settled back into his show. It was one he often binged when he came home. You recalled him mentioning how much he preferred to watch crime shows when he was in comfortable clothes and knew he wouldn't be sleeping alone.

The next episode started, the familiar theme song playing once again. "You know, you'd think the singers would get tired of repeating this song for every episode."

Wooyoung suddenly burst into laughter at your silly words, immediately looking your way. "What are you even saying?"

You started giggling too, shrugging carelessly. "What? Am I wrong? It's the same one each time!"

He continued to laugh loudly, hand reaching up to cover his mouth as if to contain the sound. "You're so stupid. What are on?"

You couldn't help but lean forward in your seat, laughing just as loud as him. "You're stupid! You're telling me they don't get tired of repeating it so often? The same song, over and over-" you were cut off by a pillow being launched in your face.

"Stop it!" Woo cried out, wiping at the tears that built up. "I can't hear the show!"

You threw the pillow back at him, cheeks hurting from grinning so hard. "You're going to look at me and tell me that I'm wrong?"

He let out a scream, his laugh increasing its pitch as his head fell forward and landed on the arm of the couch. "Why are you...quoting...videos?" His words were barely coherent with the gasping in between.

You two shared random moments like these often. It only took one comment for you to suddenly burst into a fit of giggles, bouncing off each other's energy until you couldn't breathe. Usually it was over something dumb and not nearly as funny to others, but that's what made it special. The fact you shared the same humor and enjoyed those dumb laughs.

You were able to sit up more after a moment of deep breaths, regaining your train of thought as you did so. "No but seriously you need to start skipping the intro or I will murder you in your sleep."

He sighed heavily, flexing his mouth to help ease the pain in the muscle. "That took a dark turn. "

You sent a pointed finger his way. "I'm serious. And hand over my blanket while we're at it."

"Yes, your majesty," Wooyoung suddenly had a polite response, removing the blanket to raise it above his head with both hands.

Yanking the blanket, you nod at him. "That's what I thought."

He stands, moving to your side of the couch to hover above you. You curl your lip up at him in annoyance, moving your head around him to see the tv. However, Woo blocked you each time.

"Please allow me to lay with you."

Surprised by his words you stare up at at him with a laugh starting again. "What? Do what with me now?"

He smirked, leaning down to grab your arms and hold them away from your blanket. Quickly, he managed to sneak between the comforter and you, snuggling close to you. He nuzzled his head right in your neck, humming softly.

"Get off me you peasant!" You yelled out, wiggling so you could escape his grasp. But it was too late. His arms already snaked around your shoulders, encasing you in and tugging you closer. "Free me!"

He shook his head at your pleas. "Even peasants have desires, your majesty!"

The two of you started giggling at the strange conversation, having no control over the atmosphere anymore. When it came to your evenings together, it was like laughing gas filled the air each time. Uncontrollable laughter becomes quiet only for a brief amount of time before it starts up again.

"Let me go-"

"Shh!" He yelled, a hand struggling to raise up and cover your lips. "The show...it's on!"

You stopped suddenly, eyes maneuvering back to the tv to watch the show you both missed more than half of. Still, you both silently watched the scene that caught his attention. You sat there, squeezed against your lover-against your will- with his hand cupped harshly around your mouth, intently staring at the screen.

"I knew it," he whispered to you, shaking his head. "It was the mother all along."

Taken aback, you swivelled your head to look at him with furrowed eyebrows. "You watched the show without me," you accused.

He sucked in his lips, once again avoiding your eyes. "I did not."

Your eyes widened. "With San?!"

He released you quickly, rushing to put distance between you and him. "Baby, wait-please, wait! Y-you see, I was bored on the airplane, and I-"

"I thought I was the only person you'd cuddle after watching true crime." You shook your head at him. "I guess I was wrong. I guess Kristoff doesn't love you enough to leave you behind."

Wooyoung stumbled over his feet as he attempted to go back to his side of the couch. "Why are you quoting things again?!"

Giggles escaped your lips, mimicking his. "Why do you understand what I'm quoting?"

He rubbed at his face, trying desperately to stop laughing. "I hate you so much."

"Right back at you," you joked, winking and smiling big.

You could never have these sort of conversations with anyone else. The laughs, the crazy talk, the understanding, all of it combined just made the best conversations for you to share. And that was something you grew to adore about Wooyoung.

[kjsasha]

Irrevocable - Kim Mingyu

(Chapter - 3)

Pairing : Kim Mingyu X Female Reader

Genre : Best friend's brother, friends with benefits to lovers, smut, angst, fluff.

Summary : Park Y/N is always aware of her actions and has her thoughts organised, atleast that's what she thought until she met Kim Mingyu. This guy not only rearranged her guts but also her entire being. But will the rearrangement lead her towards good or bad? Whatever it might be, one thing that she knows for sure is that - there's no going back. It's irrevocable.

Warnings : explicit sexual descriptions, unprotected sex (practise safe sex), bigdick!Mingyu, praising, overstimulation, aftercare and some drama.

Author : Kindly reblog it 😌

NSFW

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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Y/N's Pov :

Well, I guess I'm really not in my right mind coz I actually called my mom, told her I won't be coming home and added that I'll be staying with Jisoo and skipped that last part about my brain.

Mingyu's Pov :

She really called her mom and told her she won't be home. I knew something was wrong with her the moment she got inside the car. She seemed restless. After Y/N described her situation, I was sure it had something to do with the drinks she had because I know for a fact that it's the effect of some type of aphrodisiac drug.

I have been seduced more than enough tonight and I'm trying to keep my composure but now here she is, testing the shit out of my patience. We've always had a weird relationship. It includes mostly me annoying her and I get a kick out of it when she reacts. But she's a grown up, beautiful girl now. I'm not saying I've fallen for her but she has her charms.

I may not be a good boy but I'm not someone who would approach anyone that way if they're not comfortable with it and tonight she's my responsibility and I wasn't planning on taking any advantage of it but she's adamant on making me really take care of her in every form of it. I get how she's feeling but I don't want her to regret it later. I was trying my best to not give in but the way she looked at me and then kissed me, somehow faltered my self control and she wouldn't stop asking for it making it harder for me. I'm a human with needs and hormones that can't be controlled by myself. People are built that way, atleast I am.

We were near her home when she said about asking some other guy or have Jeonghan and Eunwoo do her and it triggered me. She keeps saying she is in her right senses but I don't know if what I'm about to do is right.

I turned the car away from the direction of Y/N's house and stopped infront of a hotel. It's quite late at night so there aren't much people around. I parked the car and went in with her and luckily it had a vacant room.

(Play a song of your choice)

Author's Pov :

Mingyu took their key and got in the elevator; the staff showed them their oom and left. He turned towards her, "You still have time, you can turn around and go back home. I'll drive you there".

She was looking at the interior and then shifted her gaze on him and he continued, "Coz once I start, I can't stop so step back now if you don't want it".

"Ain't my words understandable? No, I mean I have asked you for it multiple times now but you don't seem to get it. Dumb whore", she mumbled the last part but it was clear enough for him to hear.

That was it.

He was being gentle with her but she's making him lose his mind.

He pushed her against the wall and pressed his body on hers.

As soon as their lips touched, he felt like every bit of sanity left his body. He let his tongue taste every inch of her mouth; she tasted like cherry with a hint of alcohol.

"I was being nice to you but I guess you don't want that. You call me that shit one more time and you wouldn't wanna know the consequences", he warned.

He wrapped a hand around her waist and held the side of her neck with the other. Pressed his lips on hers before pulling away, he trailed kisses from her neck to her jaw and sucked on her delicate skin as she laced her fingers with his locks.

His hands made its way to the back of her thighs; Mingyu carried her to the bed and laid her down but she pulled herself up and sat there looking absolutely breathtaking.

He was in front of her with his knees pressed on the bed. She cupped his left cheek and raised her chin to kiss him while her other hand held his and brought it to the buttons of her red top.

He took it off in between their kiss but then got impatient and ripped her bra open from the front and she parted their lips, "You did not just...".

"I'll buy you a new one", he said and threw it on the floor and got on top of her.

He kissed from her lips to her chest painting her skin in shades of crimson and stopped when he came near her mounds. He looked up at her and took one of her nipples in his mouth and cupped the other with his palm while his eyes remained on her face; he wanted to see her every reaction.

Her mouth parted and she arched her back as she swirled his tongue around her bud and bit on it fervently.

He could hear how she breathed in and out.

Y/N's Pov :

I don't wanna think about rights and wrongs or anything at all coz all I know right now is that I'm half naked under Kim Mingyu; my nightmare, who's making me lose my mind in pleasure and he hasn't even done much yet.

He kept going down leaving traces behind. He kissed under my belly button and sat on his knees.

He unbuttoned my pants and took it off. He kissed my feet and trailed it up to my inner thighs, every part of my body felt sensitive and I clasped the bedsheets to retain some stability. He slid down my panties leaving my glistening cunt bare for his eyes.

I felt his hand near my womanhood as he kissed me again; he placed his middle finger on my clitoris and started rubbing it gently. I moaned into his mouth and his movements accelerated.

"Look at you, all wet. Is that how much you need it?", he said before parting our lips and then bored his orbs into mine. He glided his finger downwards and pushed it inside my hole to stretch me out making me throw my head back at the sudden intrusion.

He kept gliding his finger in and out while changing its pace and I could feel that the knots in my core were about to untie.

"Just fuck me now", I said breathily.

"I will, have patience", he said smiling and added a second finger to it.

"Oh god", I held his arms firmly while he pumped his fingers in and out faster, prepping me for his length.

It didn't take long before I came on his digits.

He pulled his soaked fingers out and licked them clean.

Mingyu : "Delicious"

He swiped his tongue over his lips wiping the remains of my juices. He took his t-shirt off and stood up on the floor. He was unbuckling his belt while I admired the view, lying there naked in my post-orgasmic haze.

One could tell he's well built without having to see him naked but what lies under his clothes is one hell of a view. His broad chest and shoulders, toned abs and buff biceps topped with his swoon worthy back muscles; this man is gorgeous. And not to forget his visibly huge bulge right now.

"You know what they say; take a picture, it'll last", he teased while he unbuttoned his pants and pulled his zipper down.

My cheeks felt hot and I averted my eyes.

Though I needed more but I felt a little better after having an orgasm so I thought of returning that. I traced my hand from his chest to his lower abdomen relishing the feel of his taut muscles but before I could reach his thingy, he held my hand and pinned it to the bed.

He took off his pants and got back on top of me. He placed the palm of his hand flat on the mattress beside my head.

"You don't want me to make you feel good?", I asked in confusion.

"Tonight's about you, and I will feel good when I'll be inside you".

He aligned his dick to my entrance. I looked down and gulped. I had a clear view of his cock and it's long and thick. He let out a small, breathy laugh at my reaction.

"It'll fit", he said and I looked away. I didn't want him to know that I was actually nervous.

The tingly throbbing between my legs was back and I wanted him to just push it in.

"Please do it", I said.

"Do what?", he asked with a mischievous grin.

"Put it in".

"Words, baby. Put what in?", he kept teasing and I had enough.

"I really should have asked Eun...Ahh", before I could finish my sentence, he pushed his entire dick (that's what I thought) in me and I gasped and closed my eyes.

I tightened my grip on our entwined hands and my other hand grabbed his shoulder.

Although I was literally dripping but I felt my insides stretched to the point of pain.

I gulped and my mouth parted slightly. I opened my eyes and looked down where we were connected. I got cold sweats when I saw that he was yet to be fully in.

"You can take it, princess", he rested his forehead on mine. He pushed further into me and tears stung my eyes.

Mingyu parted our foreheads and stayed still; his length filling me to the brim.

"It's okay, you're doing great"

I wanted the sting to go away and feel him more.

Y/N : "Go on"

I felt him pull out of me and then push it back in and repeated it 2/3 times.

"Do you want me to stop?", he asked calmly.

"No, keep going", I said and he did. He started moving within me slowly; his muscles constricted with each push and pull of his hip. I realised he was holding back but I wanted him to let it out because even though I'm on some kind of drugs that's making me horny but I'm not out of my senses. I don't want any emotions to be involved in what we're doing but Mr. Kim Mingyu's showing care and the way he's taking me right now; I can feel every ridge of him with each stroke of his dick.

I don't wanna feel the way I'm feeling right now. It's overwhelming me and so I'm gonna do what I do best; instigate him.

The pain subsided making way for pleasure. I still felt stretched but it was of the delicious kind.

Y/N : "You really don't know how to do it, do you?"

"What?", he asked being caught off guard.

"I thought you were gonna fuck my brains out but I guess I overestimated you", you don't know how much I had to struggle to keep my voice steady and get these words out with him buried balls deep inside of me.

"How do you want it?", he asked.

Y/N : "Don't hold back"

Mingyu : "You wouldn't want that"

Y/N : "What, you don't think I can handle you?"

He smirked and pulled his cock out of me just to ram it back hard.

Y/N : "Ahh..."

"Can you?", he asked and thrusted again.

My eyes wanted to roll back to my head so I turned my head to the side.

He grabbed my chin and made me face him,"Eyes on me when I'm inside you".

He picked up his pace.

Moans, groans, the squelching of my pussy and skin slapping on skin could be heard along with our heavy breaths.

He showered me with praises and kisses and made me feel beautiful.

Mingyu's Pov

Y/N writhing and gasping under me, her mouth slightly parted and face flushed is intoxicating and I could gladly have this view everyday.

She's trying to stifle her moans and biting her lips and it's driving me crazier but I want her to enjoy and I know I can be hard to handle without being high on anything so I'm trying to hold back. I know her body's asking for it but I wanna make sure she's okay.

She's so tight and it feels so good to be sheathed in her warmth but I can't be selfish with her even if I want to.

"Ahh, Mingyu", she moaned and I lost it when she called me just Mingyu.

"Oh my god, ahh...fuck, baby", Y/N gripped my back.

I didn't know her calling me baby could do things to me. Our lips met and I bit on her bottom lip harder than I intended to.

"A little gentle, whore", she said against my lips.

Oh!

I realised what I did as soon as that word left my mouth. I remember what he had said earlier and before I could take it back...

"(Gasp), Mingyu, ahh"

"Do not (thrust). Call me (thrust). That (thrust)", I could feel his tip kissing my cervix with each word.

He put my left leg on his shoulder and pressed my thigh on my belly so he could go deeper. He kept hitting a spot in me that had me cumming right there within seconds.

His thrusts hit places I never thought I had in me. He fucked me through my high and I was reduced to no less than a mess under him.

His pace was relentless and I knew that he was just trying to cum. I was near another release as he circled my clit with the pad of his thumb and soon it snapped. He stilled for a little to let my shivering body relax and then continued.

I could feel the soreness down there and right after, I felt his dick twitch; a few thrusts and then his warm seeds filled me up.

He rested his forehead on mine.

We remained like that as we both caught our breaths and after some time I could feel him getting hard again. He pulled a few inches away and he looked at me with a purposeful smile, "How about round 2?".

"No"

"Yes"

"No"

"Yes"

"No"

"Yes"

"Yes", I said and he pushed it back in.

I kind of hissed but I knew I could take more.

I don't know for how long we did it but there's one thing I know for sure; this guy can really fuck you senseless.

Next morning.

I woke up and found myself in a hotel room, naked under the covers and with no one else around.

All that happened last night hit my mind like a trainwreck.

It's not that I'm regretting it coz I asked for it but my heart's beating in my throat at the thought of what I did and with whom I did.

I'm glad he's not here coz I needed space in order to not freak out.

I got up and my whole body ached. I'm not someone who'd sleep with anyone and everyone and I did want my first to be a little meaningful but I couldn't have asked for a better one and I'm not gonna let him have the satisfaction of knowing that. Last night I avoided all the warnings flashing and ringing around me asking me to step back but now that it's over, I don't feel so brave anymore.

My thoughts were interrupted when the door to the room opened and Mr. Kim Mingyu walked in.

"Take one of it", he said handing me a packet.

Y/N : "What is it?"

Mingyu : "Morning after pills. Order something for breakfast or we can go out to eat if you want that"

I just realised that we didn't use any sort of protection last night.

"We did, I, you...", before I could form a proper sentence he said, "No, we didn't", and went inside the bathroom.

I sat there blankly for some time and then took the medicine.

Flashback (Last night) :

After we were done, he gently pulled his dick out of me but froze suddenly.

Y/N : "What happened?"

"Nothing, I'll be right back", he said and came back with towels.

He cleaned me up and I let him coz my eyes threatened to shut off as sleep was taking over me. He asked if I was on birth control and I told him I wasn't and then fell asleep.

End of flashback.

I heard the water running in the bathroom. Without any more thoughts, I put my clothes on and left the hotel as fast as I could.

I rang the doorbell and Soobin opened the door. "Mom, noona's home", Soobin shouted and let me in and I just went straight to my room. I locked the door and plopped on my bed. I felt some warm liquids flowing down my cheeks and I didn't even know why I was crying. I tightly hugged my pillows and cried myself to sleep.

My mom woke me up for lunch and after a nap and good food, I had enough strength in me to think about the whole situation.

I made myself a cup of coffee and sat near the window watching the sunset. I recalled everything that happened last night. I know I was drugged and the sensations were really strong. I remember that I was the one who made the first move and wanted to spend the night with Mingyu. I also remember how he made me feel and how he took care of me before, during and after it.

Consent from both sides were there, care was there, the sex was amazing and I can't find any bad in this whole thing. Then why am I feeling this way?

Maybe it's because he is my best friend's brother? But I know that this won't cause any issues among us.

Maybe it's because our relationship never included anything like this so it's a foreign feeling for me.

Maybe I'm worried about how things are gonna be between us now.

Maybe I'm embarrassed because I gave in to my 'nightmare' voluntarily.

Or maybe I just can't accept the fact that sleeping with the person I thought I disliked my whole life felt so right.

Whatever it may be, I shouldn't stress myself out about it.

I haven't done anything wrong, it was just two adults having sex without any strings attached and we both know it. What started in that hotel room, ended there and I'm positive that I'm just another one night stand added to his list.

It won't be awkward between us and we'll be back to how we were, he won't tease me about it and soon enough he and I both will forget about last night.

I know I shouldn't have left him like that but I'm sure he understands that I needed to get away at that moment. But now that I've processed everything, I can just be how I've always been and face him instead of running away.

I decided to take a good bath and then do a little skin care. I took off my clothes and stood infront of the bathroom mirror. There were bruise-like marks here and there covering a good part of my skin.

I stepped inside the tub and closed my eyes letting the warm water soothe me.

After a while, moments from last night started playing in my mind out of nowhere. I remember his breath, I remember his touch, his voice and his kisses, and I remember how he felt inside me...I opened my eyes hastily. Brushing off the thoughts, I finished my bath and wore something comfy.

Mom : "Y/N, Jeonghan is here"

I opened the door and a very unpleased Jeonghan walked in.

Jeonghan : "Where's your phone?"

Y/N : "I guess it's still in my purse"

Jeonghan : "What's the point of having a phone if people are gonna have to rush to your home just to know if you've reached home safe? I just woke up a while ago and was feeling irresponsible for not checking up on you earlier but then here you are not picking up your goddamn phone!"

"Hey, I'm okay", I couldn't help but smile knowing that he cared so much about me.

"Don't smile, and I'm leaving", he said, still annoyed.

"No, you're not", I said. "Go wash your face, we're doing skincare"

Jeonghan : "I don't want to"

Y/N : "Yes, you do"

"No"

"Yes"

"No"

"Yes"

"No"

Deja vu.

Y/N : "Do as I say before I chain you up, peel your skin off and use it as a face mask"

He narrowed his eyes and said,"You're lucky I'm trying to be well behaved these days".

We were both lying on my bed side by side; face masks on and "Falling Down By The8" playing on my speakers.

I remembered that I haven't taken my phone out of my purse yet and the next thing I realised was that yesterday I didn't carry any purse to begin with.

"OH NO", I shouted and sat up on the bed.

"Calm down, woman. What would people say if I died just because you screamed?", Jeonghan said with his hand on his chest.

"We need to hurry", I said and dragged him down the stairs.

Jeonghan : "Where are we going?"

THUD

Jeonghan banged his head on something because of the way I was pulling him but checking on him wasn't on my mind at that time.

"What happened?", my mom came out of the kitchen with a spatula in her hand.

"My phone, oh god, my phone", I said while still dragging Jeonghan.

"It's here", my mom brought it from the counter and handed it to me.

Y/N : "Where did you get that?"

Mom : "Mingyu brought it. I asked him to stay but he said he had to go. I forgot to give it to you and where do you think you two were going with face masks on?"

"Are you okay?", I asked my phone because it had some memories and important stuff in it.

"Yes, just a little concussion maybe but I'm fine, thank you for asking", Jeonghan said with a straight face and then made a sulky one.

"Aww", I rubbed his head and we all laughed.

After having the tasty lasagne that my mom made for us, Jeonghan was in the living room talking to her while I organised my room a bit.

Knock, knock.

I turned around and it was him.

Y/N : "Hey"

"Hey"

"I'll be going now", Jeonghan said.

"Stay a little more"

Jeonghan : "I gotta go, work"

Y/N : "Alright"

Weeks went by and somehow Mingyu and I haven't crossed paths yet and a part of me is relieved about it.

I have been thinking about doing a part time job for some time now and I've finally taken the initiative.

I dropped my cv at the coffee shop near my college and they contacted me a few days ago. They wanted me to do 'one day trial' and now I'm officially a part-timer there.

The coffee shop isn't small and has a pleasant interior and the owner, Mr. Bang Shihyuk seems like a good man. I made three friends; Yunjin and Heeseung who are part-timers like me and Karina who joined with me but as a full-timer.

Our coordinator, Jessi unnie is very welcoming and is a straightforward, fun-to-be-around person.

I work there 4-9pm, 4 days a week and Jeonghan, Jisoo drops by the cafe every now and then.

One evening, the three of us were talking about how we all are doing something to earn and learn. Jeonghan's been helping his dad in his business for now and Jisoo got a job at a clothing store.

Jisoo : "I'm so happy for us. Even Mingyu oppa started his own business of import and export"

Jeonghan : "Good wishes to him"

Everything's been going well. Now here's the problem; how can everything be okay for more than two days straight in my life? Something's gotta be wrong. I can't have so many good things happening at once - it's too dangerous.

Guess what?

It's just the silence before the storm.

[starlos-art-stuff-lol]

Wouldn't it be messed up if Portal was like, a time loop or something

Chell escapes in Portal one after a few hours of puzzles, but she immediately passes out and get dragged back in. Chell's sent to sleep for [9999999-] And when she wakes up, she spends another few conscious hours escaping again, but for real this time.

At least, that's what seems to happen in the story.

As a player, you experience the game very differently from Chell.

For example; imagine you're a new player. You start Portal 1, and after the tutorial/easy section, the puzzles start to get harder. They take longer, one of the puzzles seems to require timing in a way that almost feels like it goes against the game rules. You take a lot of time to complete the puzzles, you die multiple times, and that's fine. The game is meant to be played that way. You beat gladOS and escape. This playthrough is for fun.

You start up portal 2, you watch a few cutscenes/scripted events. It's fun that you get to walk around and look at whatever you want, though the room is a bit dim, and Wheatley is kind of the same color as most other things, so it's not Immediately easy to find him when he's talking to you. You solve more puzzles, get betrayed by Wheatley, learn to never love anything, solve more puzzles, shoot Wheatley into space, get broken up with by GladOS, and you're confused by the turrets singing some opera song at you before you leave. You assume it's the devs saying "good job" but like, it's kinda out of place.

...

...So that was fun. Really fun actually. The humor was great, the characters were endearing, and you check out the multiplayer campaign.

You decide to play again.

...

You wake up in that one room again. You question why this bedroom is covered by glass from 3 sides. You hop through the easy levels with ease. You poke a stick at some of the levels, seeing if there are other ways to beat them, and you don't find any. You hop skip and jump through the test chambers, remembering the solutions to most of them. You don't fall for the fire pit near the end, which you didn't the first time, but you didn't know how to escape it and didn't think to portal out of the chamber. You beat gladOS pretty fast now, after figuring out how to beat her the first time. You try to explore, you think about this game know knowing the context of Portal 2. This playthrough is for lore.

You start Portal 2. You try to see if you can do anything in the starting room, which you can't. You know Wheatley's fate, you try to avoid getting attached, but you still hesitate to plug him into gladOS's body. You solve puzzles, trying to explore but find that this game is a lot more streamlined than you previously thought, despite it's scale. You try to save the defective turrets from incineration, but after a certain point, you run out of patience as they just keep coming. You decide to jump into Wheatley's Pit during the part where he kills you, just as a bit, and discover that he has unique dialogue for that. You hear the adventure core tell you to make Wheatley say a certain thing so he can snap back with a quip, and then Wheatley says that thing. None of that happened in your last playthrough. You realize that the turret symphony is GladOS's love letter to Chell, and it's kinda beautiful. You tear up a bit.

...

You finish again. Now what? You love these characters now, but there's not much left to discover. Do you play the game again? Just because?

Sure, why not?

But what's the goal now? Maybe you can try to blast through the games as fast as possible? Sure, you think you've memorized the test chambers by now.

...

You boot up portal again, pushing against the wall until the portal opens and co.pleting the tutorial as fast as possible. You dash through the levels, but end up on several hangups. You think about how you could have done this thing faster, or how you could have avoided that death. You beat the game in only a few hours. This playthrough is about speedrunning.

You start Portal 2. You frantically run around the starting room, unable to skip the cutscene as it's an in-game event. You hop through the wall, grab the portal gun, and blast through the puzzles. You're slower here, you feel like you're getting snagged on ledges more often, and the puzzles are harder to both remember and perform. By the end of the game, you feel like you could have gotten a much better time. Regardless, the whole ordeal is only a few hours.

...

You could have done less, you could have gone faster. You need a better time.

Again.

...

You press start, you speed through the levels. You run face-first into the corner of a wall, but otherwise make few mistakes. This run is about better speedrunning. You shave half an hour off your time.

You press "new game", you still can't escape the first cutscene, but you ignore everyone's dialogue, you figure out the physics of the game and stop getting stuck walking into ledges, you shave an hour off your time.

...

You're content with this. You aren't a professional speedrunner, but you went pretty fast.

...You're still not ready to let go of this game, yet.

You look online for exploits. Maybe you can find some deleted content.

You figure out how to activate debug mode, and realize you can use this to look behind the scenes.

...

You start the first game again, and turn on noclip. You give yourself the 2-portal portal gun immediately, and start checking out the out-of-bounds areas. You're freaked out by the giant white angelic glowing void beyond the game, but get accustomed to it quickly. You find an unused cake room, you look in the "scientist-examination" rooms outside of most of the chambers, which aren't that interesting, but it's nice to see them. You attempt to teleport between levels, but you find it easier to travel by elevator, if only because you don't have to type as much. Honestly, there's not much to find. This playthrough is about going beyond the bounds of the game.

You start the second game again. The setpieces for this game are a lot more expensive. You finally escape the apartment at the beginning of the game, and realize it's fully modeled from the outside too. You spend hours just looking at the gigantic setpieces from the outside, marveling at how gigantic and beautiful everything is. You don't think to look for Easter eggs more than thrice, as you're so dedicated to simply looking at all the complicated functions of everything. You also notice the light bridge is humming, like it's literally singing. It sounds familiar. The moon exists upside-down, below the boss battle, which didn't even occur to you until you saw it. It seemed like a cutscene up until now.

...

You've gained a new complex appreciation for this game. But you can't help but wonder if this was how you were supposed to experience things. Probably not, but like, whatever. You go into Tumblr and look up portal 2 fanart

...

...

...uhh, where was I going with this?

OH RIGHT TIMELOOPS

Uhh ok so. Thanks for reading all that. Bonus post time

So, what would The Portal Series's gameplay loop look like in-universe?

I mean, it wouldn't look like anything, the characters keep forgetting, but like

Chell remembers, in theory

I mean, she learns, you learn when you die, she should too, since you're controlling her

Imagine waking up in a mysterious place, not knowing where you were before this point or how you got here, so you have to escape.

And you die in a pit of acid.

And then you're not dead. You're at the point right before you died.

First of all, fucking ow. Second of all, how do you not die again? How did you undie just now? (You don't know you're a fictional character in a video game lol idiot)

You die over and over, eventually, you beat the person who keeps killing you, but you're so exhausted and starved that you pass out immediately after getting flung outside.

You wake up, in a small apartment. An electronic voice is telling you want to do. Your last memory is setting dragged backwards, supposedly into the facility again. You don't want to die, but you can't seem to open the door out and your robotic male not-gladOS caretaker doesn't seem to want to harm you. You go back to sleep, exhausted.

You wake up, and this tiny cute robot-

Look I'm not writing a pov fanfic for you, let's skip to the good stuff

You wake up, back in the fucking building again. You escaped, she kicked you out. She doesn't seem to remember. You don't die this time, and the same shit happens.

The blue fucker, you feel kinda bad for him, but he also punched you into a pit, so-

He doesn't remember anything either.

...

Like, that's a whole story there. Chell going crazy because her life is following Undertale RESET rules except she can't change anything without fundamentally breaking spacetime (again, she doesn't know she's a videogame character so that's what no clipping looks like to her)

That'd be so messed up right?

[comfortmechsforverystablepeople]

Write poems and songs, sing them with the mechs

@yourlocalmechanism-dr-carmilla

This is very sweet!

Jonny

Jonny would be ecstatic! You write poems and songs? It's about you?! You want to sing with HIM?!

You will need to calm him down first, because he will jump around withe excitement for the next few hours. At least! He is so happy to share his passion with you.

He will use all his theatrics to give life to your text, duetting like it was his last concert.

Nastya

Nastya would be a bit surprised, but also honoured. She knows how personnal poems and songs can be, sharing with someone is very brave. And sweet, but she will not say it out loud.

She is not comfortable enough to sing with you, but she will gladly accompany you with he viola.

Ashes

Ashes would smile warmly at you without a word. They will be very proud of you.

And also very interested! They aren't one of the main singer, but they have their own song and Toy Soldier had accepted to share some of its parts.

So, they are happy to train. Especially if it's with you.

Ivy

Ivy isn't much of a singer, but that doesn't mean she will turn you down.

Firstly, she can help you to check spelling mistakes, it will only take a second with her brain and knowledge.

Secondly, she will ask you if she can sew your texts into a book. It will be safer, especially with how the others like to... "play".

And if you insist, she will sing with you. Maybe not as good as the others, but with all her heart.

Brian

Brian's heart would skip a bit. This is wonderful!

And you want to share it with him? That's even better! He will do anything in his power to help you!

And as the drumbot of the crew, it can help with the rythmic of your text. Be ready for study time under the stars, because the best time to work in peace.

Toy Soldier

Songs? Poems? About you? Singing with it? Oh this is delightful!

Toy Soldier would be almost as excited as Jonny, but more focused. Its excitement will make it train its voice over and over again, just to be sure it will be in tip top shape to sing your masterpiece!

It will give you its full attention. It knows this is a big deal and will respect it.

Tim

Hell yeah! If you don't count Jonny, Tim will be the most excited about it. After all, his backstory song is the longest and the most diverse! So, he knows quite a bit about writting songs and poems which are personnal.

He will sit down right where you told him about it. His guitare is always nearby so he will try to think of a tune perfect for your masterpieces.

No matter how long it will take, he will help you find the perfect way to sing your heart out with him.

Raphaella

Ooh! That's new!

She isn't usually the one asked to help with this kind of stuff, but she is very happy! Mind her wings, because she will flap widely for a while because of her excitement.

Get comfy, because you will test with her every tunes, every phrases, every words, until it is perfectly to your tastes.

Marius

Marius is very moved. Usually, peope avoid him when they want to share something personnal, despite being the doctor and theapist aboard.

He will find the best spot to work with you, with lot of drink to stay hydrated, it's important!

He can also help you to analyze what you wrote and what are you inner feelings. ... alright being it's therapy. But it's a good one! And maybe you could make him open up to you while working.

Aurora

Aurora is buzzing with excitement. She knows you are working on it, but she never intruded. But now it is done and you want to share with her! Hooray!

Sadly, she can't quite sing like you do, and need. But it doesn't mean she can't help! She will prepare the record room just for you. And she will keep everyone behaving so you don't have to worry to be interrupted.

She is the best assistant you can ask for!

Scuzz

You want to... sing with them? You are aware they don't sing? Okay. Cool.

... Alright, they can go fetch their cello. It would be a waste to not put what you write in song.

Pretty good stuff if you ask them. And trust them, having to hear Jonny bragging about his writting and dealing with a bunch of theater kids gave them the experience.

You are good at it.

Carmilla

Alright, here's the third most excited. Singing personnal songs is her whole thing! The way she copes! So, sharing with you is a big deal for her.

She tries her best to stay focus and lets you take the lead, but she is so happy that she can get distracted or overwhelming. Don't hesitate to tell her to back down.

This will turn into a music lesson if you start to ask a lot of questions and ask questions!

Lyfrassir

What makes you think they can sing? Not like they wouldn't try for you! But it's just... odd to ask them. Usually, Jonny and Marius sing about his own "personnal" songs.

They will try to be as respectful and mindful as possible. They are not poet or singer, but they understand how art can help you.

Maybe they will ask you in the future to help him with his own coping art.

[taylortruther]

The way almost EVERY single line in YLM can be related to a previous like she wrote about Joe is INSANE. Like YLM is basically the song that would most fit the theme of Midnights (reflecting on the past and integrating it into the present) and guess what? She left it out (for reasons that I understand).

Here we go;

You say I don't understand and I say I know you don't// Give you the silence that only comes when two people understand each other

We thought a cure would come through in time now I fear it won't// I thought the plane was goimg down, how'd you turn it right around?

Remember looking at this room, we loved it 'cause of the light...now I just sit in the dark and wonder if it's time// The entirety of Daylight duh

Remember looking at this room, we loved it 'cause of the light...now I just sit in the dark and wonder if it's time// The entirety of Daylight duh

Do I throw out everything we built or keep it //I am an architect I'm drawing up the plans (I'm reaching here I know)

I'm getting tired even for a phoenix always rising from the ashes // I am ash from your fire

Mending all her gashes // is this the end of all the endings, my broke bones are mending

You might just have dealt the final blow // Darling this was just as hard as when they pulled me apart (these two lines feel so similar to me)

Stop you're losing me (I hope I never lose you) I can't find a pulse my heart won't start anymore// he got my heartbeat skipping down 16th avenue

Every morning I glared at you with storms in my eyes// after the storm something was born on the 4th of July

How can you say that you love someone you can't tell is dying// There's many different ways that you can kill the one you love, the slowest way is never loving them enough

I sent you signals and bit my nails down to the quick // I gave SO MANY SIGNS

My face was GREY but you wouldn't admit that we were sick // I don't like anticipating my face in a RED flush (I could write an essay about just this grey/red parallel but nvm)

And the air is thick with loss and indecision//clearing the air I breathed in the smoke

I know my pain is such an imposition // You don't really read into my melancholia // Always taking up too much space or time // I'm not your problem anymore

Now you're running down the hallway // I heard your key turn in the door down the hallway // You were standing hollow eyed in the hallway

And you know what they all say "you don't know what you've got until it's gone" // he better lock it down or I won't stick around 'cause good ones never wait

How long could we be a sad song // each bar plays our song

Till we were too far gone to bring back to life // Do I really have to tell you how he brought me back to life?

I gave you all my best mes, my endless empathy // I'd give you my sunshine, give you my best// After giving you the best I had, tell me what to give after that?

And all I did was bleed as I tried to be the bravest soldier // All the bloodshed, crimson clover // And if I bleed you'll be the last to know // soldier down on that icy ground

Fighting in only your army // I'd sit with you in the trenches

Frontlines don't you ignore me // I'm still trying everything to keep you looking at me

I'm the best thing at this party // best believe I'm still bejeweled when I walk in the room, I can still make the whole place shimmer

And I wouldn't marry me either // She would've made a lovely bride // I'd marry you with paper rings // all they keep asking me is if I'm gonna be your bride // the entire bridge of Lover

A pathological people pleaser // what a shame she's fucked in the head // mirrorball tm // my covert narcissism I disguise as altruism

Who only wanted you to see her // Walking with his head down, I'm the one he's walking to

And I'm fading thinking DO SOMETHING BABE // Some boys are trying too hard he don't try at all though

SAY SOMETHING // You don't ever say too much

LOSE SOMETHING BABE RISK SOMETHING // this ain't for the best

CHOOSE SOMETHING BABE I'VE GOT NOTHING TO BELIEVE // stood on the cliffside screaming "give me a reason"

i have nothing intelligent to say but I LOVE THIS, let's discuss

[joshsilverseyebrow]

type o negative for Metal Edge magazine (1999),

(courtesy of YourMomPlaysMagic on reddit)

transcription:

By Paul Gargano

Photos by Annamaria DiSanto

There's a lot to be said for a band that names the first song on their album "Skip It," treating the listener to the sounds of a CD skipping for 10 seconds. They obviously don't lack in the sense of humor department, clearly don't take themselves too seriously, and are none too afraid of letting a good joke cloud the dementia of their art. "We are a tragic comedy," comments Type O Negative keyboardist Josh Silver when asked about his band's subtle sense of humor. "The best songs Type O have ever recorded are tragic comedies...”

"Like, 'I Know You're F.cking Someone Else,'' chimes frontman Peter Steele-the band's vocalist, bass player, pre-dominant songwriter and principal de-composer of songs-citing the bluntly titled track that opens 1992's The Origin of the Feces.

Truth be told, there's not a lot that Type O Negative do that doesn't reflect their collective wit and dry take on the world around them. In 1991, their Slow, Deep and Hard debut opened with "unsuccessfully coping with the natural beauty of infidelity" and closed with the double billing of "the misinterpretation of silence and its disastrous consequences" and “gravitational constant: G=6.67•10^-8cm^-3gm^-1sec^-2.” Not bad for a bunch of Brooklyn boys in a heavy metal band.

A year later, Feces featured a Type O take on the Jimi Hendrix cover "Hey Joe — dubbed "Hey Pete" — and depicted the 6'6" Steele holding a standup bass in the album art. It was the same bass he would later play in the "Black No. 1" video, from 1993's Bloody Kisses. With the unexpected commercial success of Kisses, Type O got their first lesson in the hazards of allowing the American intellect to interpret their art.

"After the 'Black' video, people were coming up to me after shows and asking, 'Where's the big bass?'" laughs Steele, with Silver making sure his implications were clear: "Everyone misses the humor, it goes right over their heads."

But in the band's eyes, their Bloody breakthrough led to something far worse than a few missed gags-their success got blown out of proportion by their record label.

"We got a few records sold under our belts, and instead of letting the band be a band, the label saw it as a platform to do even more commercially successful things," recalls drummer Johnny Kelly. Once again, Silver details: "Instead of just letting us do what we do best, they're trying to make us something monsterous and commercial. That's the one thing that this industry can't understand about us, and now they just keep making the same mistakes over and over again."

"They're trying to homogenize and pasteurize us," chimes guitarist Kenny Hickey, "And that's the most terrifying thing about it," says Kelly. “I think in the end, that is ultimately going to hurt us.”

Not if Silver has anything to do with it: “It won’t, because we won't let it happen."

Says Steele, summing up the dogma that is Type O Negative, "We're an answer, looking for a question."

Sitting in an artsy Manhattan hotel room with the members of Type O Negative is hardly the place to find that elusive question, especially given the extreme mid-summer heat and inhumane lack of air conditioning. But the more we talked, the more the same issue was raised: How do you market a band that defies any of the neat subgenres that cloak the hard rock and heavy metal communities?

"It doesn't pay to be trendy," advises Steele, "because by the time you rip off Limp Bizkit and the album comes out next year, there are going to be new trends."

So rather than ride the trends, Roadrunner Records urged Type O to create their own with their follow-up to Bloody Kisses, 1996's October Rust. The album was arguably their most defining artistic statement, but somewhere between the recording and the album's release, it lost the raw, primal power of their previous outings. It was art, but on a canvas, and Type O fans were accustomed to sketchings on the insides of cavernous walls.

"October Rust is a heavy album, but when you try and put too many layers on it, in order to fit everything in sonically, you have to cut some of the heaviness out of it," explains Steele. "I just don't think the album was congruent with what was going on at the time. It wasn't trendy at all. I don't think anything we've ever done has been trendy — For us to be trendy would be like trying to hit a nail in the f.cking dark. It's a matter of luck."

"We're the square pegs," adds Hickey, with Steele cutting back in: "I do admit that the last album was a little formulated, and I/we should not have listened to the record label when they said, 'Write some stuff for radio, they'll make you f.ckin' rich.' The funny thing is, as much as October Rust is still my favorite album that we've done, it's not radio friendly-Even though we tried to make it that way. So now, we've just stopped trying."

"You're being too hard on the album now," adds Hickey. "I think there were some very complex songs on that album, melodically and stuff, and that threw radio. There was just too much shit to listen to at once."

At this point in the conversation, voices start to raise over the intentions of Rust, Steele trying to tread a diplomatic line, and Kelly getting frustrated with his bandmates' defensiveness towards the album. "There were a lot of awesome songs on that album, and I'm tired of people f.cking beating it up. So much so that we're doing it now, we're even beating it up. It's very frustrating!”

Silver agrees. "That was not a shitty record. It is what it is — You take a musical risk and you go out on a limb. That's life. If it's too much for the average person to digest, and people don't get it, f.ck 'em."

"The planets really just didn't align for us on that album," Kelly continues. "It was really tough, we were on tour for a month after the album came out and people were still coming up to us and asking when the record was going to be released. Some of the radio stations didn't even know we had singles." In addition to general dissaray at their label, the band were also between managers, interviewing candidates pre-show while on tour, and without anyone to go to bat for them with the Roadrunner powers that be.

Which leads to the September 21 release of World Coming Down, the latest canon in the Negative collection. The band has signed with Andy Gould Management whose artist roster also includes Rob Zombie, Monster Magnet and Drain S.T.H., and new personnel at their label indicate that their might be reason to be optimistic about the future.

"Optimism?" repeats Steele when the word is uttered, Silver deadpanning in response, "That's nonexistent."

Hickey: "Personally, I'm just closing my eyes and jumping into the fire."

"You know how some people look at a glass as half empty, others half full?" Steele ques-tions, "We don't even have a glass."

But they do have one hell of a record. World Coming Down is Type O Negative sporting their most comfortable dark and dirgey tones, numbing the senses with the diabolic sounds of music as somber as its creators.

Clocking in at over eight minutes, "White Slavery" is haunting and surreal, a penetrating voyage to the inner banks of the mind's most remote corner. Still left with a glimmer of hope? "Everyone I Love Is Dead" follows, harder hitting than its predecessor, with the buzz of guitars lifting Steele's vocals to majestic heights and providing the song with glorious depth. The title track carries the album to complete sonic overload, a troubling and disturbing nosedive of extended sound and distorted equilibrium. It's more than music, it's a mood, and it's what Type O convey more brilliantly than any band that could be considered their peers.

"We really just wanted to do something heavy again," says Silver, hitting the proverbial nail on the head. "It was back to the basics, ripping off Black Sabbath again."

"Actually, we tried for something simpler on this record," adds Kelly. "The production is half of what we used on the last record."

Says Steele: "The object was really to sound more like four people than 40. We made a concious effort not to do three different guitar tracks or put three different keyboards on—The other reason we've gone back to this style is that it's really hard to reproduce some of the stuff from October Rust live. It's very lush, and we're only four guys... We didn't expect to get two singles off of Bloody Kisses, it just happened ["Black No.1" and "Christian Woman"], so this time we just concentrated on making the songs, then we can always edit them down."

"We've done it the hard way our entire life, and we're going to do it the hard way this time — Radio is something that's not about this band, and trying to make us that takes away our soul and is a waste of everybody's time. Especially the listeners," continues Silver. "I think a band that's done the most right is Ministry. They've kept their integrity, sold well, never sold out to the main-stream, and they've done it over and over again. Instead of being greedy and trying to go where we don't belong, I know where Type O Negative does belong, and it's not modern rock radio. When you support Type O Negative you need to support art."

"Art?" chimes Steele, obviously uncomfortable with the serious turn the conversation has taken. "Was someone thinking of art?"

"I was thinking of Art Carney," drops Kelly.

"Art deco?" questions Hickey, but Steele has already found the answer he is looking for:

"No, Art Carney... That's the other thing that's happening now, a lot of our comedy is coming from TV from the late '50s to late '70s, and kids today—they could be our kids—they don't get it. We're quoting The Flintstones, The Munsters and Abbott and Costello, and we think it's f.ckin' funny, but the kids are looking at us like, "You guys aren't funny!"

So is it discouraging that a lot of the band's subtleties go over the heads of the audi-ence, and Type O are often tagged as little more than a proverbial "goth" band?

"It is, but this vampire goth thing isn't something that we've made up," begins Steele in response, "it's something that we've been tagged with."

"Tagged with? But you have FANGS!" snaps Hickey, as the room bursts into hysterics all around.

"It doesn't matter! Just let me finish! Once we found our niche, we just kind of exploited it a little bit..." but Steele can't hold his laughter back — “What was the question? Did I mention that our next video is going to be a cartoon? Johnny in his car, running over the Road Runner."

As Steele segues into a humming medley of television theme songs, attention diverts to Hickey, who at the time of the interview had been sober for five months.

"It has changed my approach a lot, in that I've sobered up and now I can play better," confesses the guitarist. "I was a wreck last tour, but I was sober for the entire recording, and it's the best I've ever played."

Steele reemerges in the conversation. "I wish I could say that. I remember about three minutes of recording the demos-trying to tune drunk, that's about it. There's nothing good to say about drugs and alcohol, other than that some fun can come out of them. There's nothing good about them, just stupid adolescent humor."

For Hickey, being sober has meant a new focus towards his music. "Now, I look at it as I have to make money to support my family and to give my daughter a good future. I never looked at it as cash dollars, ever. I just wanted to get in a bus and tear an asshole into the world. Now it's a lot different. I'm preparing for the future and I have a college fund started for my daughter. I didn't give a damn about anything before, not even myself. Not that it effects the way I think about the music now, I would never want to sell out to make money, or anything like that, but now I look at it like a career rather than a f.ckin' circus or a giant comedy i asically, he's doing the same thing ho always has, but now he's scared," smiles Silver. "Do you think you can start me a college fund, too? I can use college...”

Did Hickey's sobriety contribute to the delays in recording the album?

"Actually, the first factor was that we had been on tour for four-and-a-half years, so when we came home we wanted virtually nothing to do with each other for a long time," explains Steele. "After like six months, we decided it was time to get back to work, but we had gotten older and life had gotten more complicated-Kenny and Johnny got married, Kenny had a daughter, and there were setbacks, personal problems came up. We'd take two steps forward and one step back."

"When you leave your life for five years, then suddenly you come back, you have a lot of catching up to do. You start remembering that you're human again," details Hickey.

"The other thing," continues Steele, "was just trying to write quality songs. We had three or four left over that just weren't up to par, then you open your equipment for the first rehearsal in six months, and you don't even recognize it. It's difficult to just start right up again. We could have been sitting here eight months ago, but we would have had a subpar album with the first 10 songs we wrote. We needed to get back into the swing of things."

"It's like squeezing out a large turd," notes Hickey, demonstrating that fatherhood hasn't stripped him of his penchant for colorful detail, "sometimes it takes awhile."

There's little doubt that the album benefited from the extra time, as "Creepy Green Light" punches through with a flair that borders on mid-'80s Euro-pop — undeniably Type O while shining as the album's most effervescent cut, a diversion from the down-trodden spirit of "Everything Dies." "Pyretta Blaze" flirts with a mid-song keyboard run that is reminiscent of early U2, while "Hallow's Eve" drops the sound right back into the familiar TON underworld, paving a path for a spellbinding cover of the Beatles'"'Daytripper," which—like "Summer Breeze" and "Cinnaman Girl" from previous releases-sets the standard for maintaining the integrity of a classic song while giving it the full-on Type O treatment.

Full on Type O treatment? We asked each of the members what the most important element of Type O Negative is to them.

Hickey: "Our look."

Kelly: "Our hair."

Steele: "Our smell."

Silver: "Truth and Emotion go a long way."

"That's all right, image does count," says Steele seriously, "but the only way to be really successful is to follow your heart, hope that your work is put out there and marketed properly, and hope that people jump on it."

It's back to that marketing question... If all goes well, we'll be seeing Type O Negative in arenas like their hometown Madison Square Garden, but they don't need that type of success to be happy.

"I’d be happy to play my back garden," pans Steele, "the one behind my house."

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she plays bass (jongtae wlw)

rating: T for underage smoking/drinking, mild swearing and infrequent mentioned/implied sexual content

summary: junghee is the bass player and lead singer of her band and an explosive performer, but reserved and quiet offstage. taeyeon is a fan and definitely doesn't have a crush on her.

author's note: this is the first fic that im publishing on tumblr! i have an ao3 (taemhearts) that i often post on though. this is my first attempt at girlee and i lovelove jongtae girlee so enjoy!

in this au, junghee is 17 and taeyeon is 15 but turns 16 during the fic. the fic takes place during the mid-2000s.

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"I'm done with this. Let's just go home," Taeyeon groaned, slamming her thick Geometry textbook shut, startling Minjung. They had been cramming for their exams for nearly two hours by now, and had barely gotten anywhere. Geometry was a subject that Taeyeon despised, but of course she still needed to complete her studies to succeed as an adult so she powered through.

"Whatever you want. It's dark, so you shouldn't be walking home. I think Junghee is almost done with her band practice, so I'll just ask her to give us a ride," Minjung replied.

Junghee was an eleventh-grader, and a close friend of Minjung's. Taeyeon didn't know her too well, only bits and pieces that Minjung had mentioned in conversation. Honestly, Taeyeon found Junghee a bit intimidating. They had one class together, Music Theory, and Junghee would sit at the back at the room the whole time, occasionally looking up from her notebook to answer a question. She wasn't a rude person from what Taeyeon gathered, just closed off and a bit of a loner.

Although Taeyeon wasn't even friends with Junghee, she had developed a bit of a hallway crush on the older girl. She hadn't told anyone about it, as it wasn't worth the fuss. If she even mentioned a word to Gwiboon, she would immediately attempt to set up the two even if Taeyeon said no. Minjung would tease her whenever Junghee was remotely near her, and Eunsook would probably say some faux-wise thing about dating and relationships in school.

"Taeyeon? Is it okay if Junghee picks us up? She's already waiting outside of the building," Minjung asked, snapping Taeyeon out of her thoughts. "Yeah, yeah sure," Taeyeon replied, quickly shoving her belongings into her bookbag. She followed Minjung out to the exit, where Junghee was waiting in her car, a black convertible.

Junghee was seriously beautiful. She had black hair with streaks of red that just went past her shoulders, and had the cheekbones of a statue. She wore black band tees that stretched at the neckholes, and skinny jeans that revealed her long legs.

Getting in the back of the car, Taeyeon had to remind herself to quit staring at Junghee or she'd look like she was crazy. She quickly got into the car, and locked her eyes onto her shoes.

"How was band practice?" Minjung asked Junghee as the older girl started the car's engine.

"Fine," Junghee replied. "Our performance at the festival is coming up, and our new drummer hasn't even shown up to a single practice. I can't even remember her name."

"Damn. That sucks. Do you have a replacement if she keeps skipping practices?" Minjung asked.

"Not right now, but we'll figure something out," Junghee sighed as she adjusted her bangs.

"Taeyeon, where do you live? Near Minjung?" Junghee suddenly asked, causing Taeyeon's heart to start pounding. It was such a simple question and she felt stupid for getting so worked up so quickly, but Junghee was talking to her. Junghee barely talked in general.

"It's a few houses down from Minjung's. I'll point it out," Taeyeon answered as calmly as she could. Junghee simply hummed in reply and turned on the CD that was already in the car.

The song was actually one that Taeyeon enjoyed lots – Sextape by Deftones. They were a band from America so she didn't really understand the lyrics, but she appreciated the feeling of the song. Taeyeon liked a lot of loud music. The type of music that you can listen to and drown out your own thoughts.

"Do you like this band?" Junghee asked as she turned onto Minjung and Taeyeon's street.

"Yeah," Taeyeon replied, a bit more calm than she was when Junghee first spoke to her. "I really like this type of music."

"Oh really? What bands do you like?" Taeyeon thought for a minute before she spoke. "I like Korn, My Bloody Valentine, and The Cure," she answered.

"Interesting. I wouldn't think that you'd like that stuff," Junghee said. "You look too soft to like heavy music like that."

"Minjung, we're at your house now." Junghee pulled into the driveway to Minjung's house. Minjung opened the door to leave, and in an instant it was just Taeyeon and Junghee in the car.

"I have some CDs I think you'd like at my house, do you want to come over for a bit?" Junghee asked, shocking Taeyeon. She had never gone over to someone's house who wasn't Minjung, Gwiboon, or Eunsook, but she also wasn't one to pass on an opportunity so she agreed.

Junghee's house was only a couple minutes farther, so the two got there quickly. Once they got to the door, a small Dachshund greeted Junghee by jumping at her shins before Junghee picked her up and started kissing the small dog's head.

"This is Roo, she's very sweet, so she won't attack you," Junghee said in between licks from Roo. "I named her Roo because one time when Minjung was over, Roo took a piss on her shirt so i let her name her," she added, getting a laugh out of Taeyeon.

Junghee led Taeyeon up the stairs to her bedroom, which looked like something out of Taeyeon's dreams. The walls were black but absolutely covered in band posters, and she had a massive shelf dedicated to just CDs and her bass.

"Over here is the music," Junghee said, pointing with her head towards the shelf as she placed Roo on the floor. "I've got it organized alphabetically, Deftones should be on the first or second shelf. Feel free to play whatever and poke around, I don't mind."

Taeyeon thought that she was dreaming. She could never imagine a world where Kim Junghee would have been talking to her, let alone be in her room looking through her CDs. Aside from her romantic feelings towards Junghee, Taeyeon took this as an opportunity to just get to know Junghee. Junghee had CDs from nearly every artist, even some Western CDs that Taeyeon didn't recognize.

After skimming over the shelves, she found 7801 by Usher and took the CD out of the case to place in the player.

"Oh, I love this record! My older sister loves Usher so I stole this from her," Junghee revealed, laughing slightly. The older girl started to hum along to the song, mumbling some of the English words during the chorus.

"I actually learned how to play the guitar solo of this song— it's a bit more difficult on bass than guitar but I figured it out," Junghee told Taeyeon, who was intently focused on drumming the beat of the song with her fingers on her thighs.

"Oh really? Can you play it?" Taeyeon asked, looking up at Junghee, who was sitting on her bed while Taeyeon sat on the ground next to the CD shelf.

"Yeah sure, I just need to hook my bass up," Junghee answered, getting up to walk towards the bass and Taeyeon.

Her leg brushed Taeyeon's shoulder as she walked past the younger girl, causing her heart to skip a beat. Junghee had very nice legs in Taeyeon's opinion, they were long and slightly bulky, which she enjoyed on a woman.

"Ah, shit-" Junghee heaved as she lifted the heavy amp over Taeyeon's head. Junghee was also very strong, and Taeyeon would be lying if she said that she didn't enjoy that too.

"Do you work out? Must be a pain to lug all the heavy gear around," Taeyeon commented.

"On occasion, it's not something that I necessarily enjoy but I have to stay in shape somehow," Junghee replied as she kneeled down to plug the bass into the amp, causing a piercing feedback sound.

"Sorry about that– it's annoying as hell," Junghee apologized. She sat on the edge of her bed after she fiddled with the knobs on the amp, and quickly checked the tuning of the instrument.

Once Junghee started playing the solo, it was unbelievable. The tone was a bit different than the song, but Junghee played with so much skill. Her fingers were long and somehow dainty yet calloused at the same time, and smoothly danced up and down the guitar's neck. Taeyeon almost got so distracted by Junghee's fingers, she couldn't pay attention to her playing.

"What did you think? I've never really played for a single person before," Junghee asked, her nerves peeking through her voice.

"It was amazing. I loved it. When are you going to be performing next?" Taeyeon prompted, adjusting herself to sit in a W-shape (which looked a bit odd, however she found it comfortable)

"Mmm, we have this festival a while from now, but the girl who was supposed to drum for us dropped out last minute, so we don't know if we'll play," Junghee sighed.

"I can play!" Taeyeon exclaimed suddenly. Why did she do that? She didn't even know how to play drums, and definitely couldn't learn how to play well as fast as Junghee needed. Right after she spoke, the sinking feeling appeared in Taeyeon's stomach. This was either a really good idea or a really bad idea, and she was about to find out.

[internetgiraffekid1673]

Alrighty are you ready for a bunch of rapid fir questions? Yes I did leave for like thirty minutes and then come back!

Favorite song

Favorite artist

Favorite colors ( I know basic but I genuinely like knowing)

Favorite movie

Favorite Christmas movie

Favorite holiday

Zodiac

Favorite classes/ least favorite classes ( yes I did directly plagiarize this from you)

Favorite way to get out of class ( random I know but I'm running out of ideas and inspiration is always helpful)

Favorite mobile game

Favorite book

Favorite queer book ( I need some recommendations)

Do you or do you not like jewelry? Favorite kind of jewelry ( bracelets, earrings, rings, ect)

Do you paint your nails? What color?

Do you play any musical instruments, which ones

Favorite pride flag only based on the colors not what it represents

I'll probably come up with more in like three seconds but right now this is what I got!

Aiight, let's goooo!

Favorite song: start with something hard why don't we! I have far far FAR too many favorite songs, and it tends to swap a lot. I'd say my current is One Voice by the Wailin' Jenny's because it's blorbo coded. I'd say more long term is probably Down to the River to Pray, specifically the Alisson Krauss version because it has many happy childhood memories attached.

Favorite Artist: uhhhhh. Currently, the Crane Wives, Madds Buckley, The Longest Johns, The Jolly Rogers, The Wailin' Jenny's and The Haunted Windchimes! That's not in any particular order, I just can't pick!

Favorite Colors: this one does actually have complicated answers for me! I would say really generally and generically, I like blue (because I'm boring). However. My favorite color to wear is gray, I like owning things in any pastel colors, and my favorite color combination is a violent and hideous contrast of orange and magenta!

Favorite Christmas Movie: KLAUS! GO WATCH IT! RIGHT NOW! KLAUS KLAUS KLAUS KLAUS KLAUS! It's on Netflix, it's an adorable animated comedy, I am OBSESSED, and I will watch it as a comfort movie ANY time of year!

Favorite Holiday: Halloween! I love spooky season! The vibes, the fun, the community, the weather---all of it is very fun.

Zodiac: virgo, but only JUST barely

Favorite classes: I like all my classes because I am a pathetic little nerd. In high school my favorites were probably orchestra and choir, but that feels like a copout because they're so different from other classes. As far as core 4 subjects, I really like history and social studies. In college it was my psychology classes HANDS DOWN!

Favorite way to get out of class: HMMMMM. So I actually HATED missing class in high school, and my parents would usually just let me take a mental health day if I needed it because they are the best. In college you can just . . .skip. Like. You shouldn't. But you can.

As far as what I learned from my peers, it depends on who you need to justify the skipping to. Generally though:

1) Period cramps are being extra bad

2) Friend or family member is having a mental health or physical health episode and needs help RIGHT NOW

are the two most reliable, but the way most of the kids in my school did it were to just be fully honest about skipping and bribe the teachers and parents. Like. The teachers cared a lot less that you showed up a half an hour late if you bring them burger king and a box of donuts for the class. Your teachers also don't tend to care as long as you show up most of the time, get all your assignments done, and keep your grades up.

Favorite Mobile Game: 2048

Favorite Book: For a long time I struggled to answer this, but I've decided in the past couple years! My favorite book is Disenchanted: The Trials of Cinderella by Megan Morrison. It's the second book in a series called The Land of Tyme (although it's not marketed under that). The first book is Grounded: The Adventures of Rapunzel, and the third book is Transformed: The Perils of the Frog Prince.

They're all really amazing and immaculately worldbuilt fractured fairytales that are all woven together. Like the worldbuilding is so good that I was able to use Disenchanted for a civics essay because it is a civics textbook disguised as a fantasy novel.

Disenchanted is my favorite because I am most attached to the characters there and also because it is the most grounded in the world. It's got the least extraneous fantastical plot going on, and the characters are all a lot more street level. But they're all very good and you should all go read them right now.

Favorite Queer Book: I really liked Aces Wild. Ragtag squad of asexuals that met online pull elaborate cons and heists on Vegas elite. Very very entertaining and heartwarming.

Jewelery: I think jewelery is really pretty on other people and I also can't touch any of it myself with a 10 foot pole because of my sensory issues. VISCERALLY despise being in contact with any and all jewelery. I can't even wear cloth jewelery, lanyards, watches, etc. It all just triggers my sensory issues out the wazoo.

Nails: Makeup of any kind also unfortunately drives my sensory issues up the wall, although that one's more about the smell than the feel.

Instruments: I do! I've been playing the cello for a little over 9 years now, and I'm pretty good at it! I also play guitar, which I mostly taught to myself during COVID. I can play the ukelele as an extension of the guitar too. I can also play the piano sort of. By which I mean I can read the sheet music for it, I know how that maps onto the keys, and I practice a lot, but I haven't had formal lessons since I was 7 and I don't think I'm very good. Didn't stop my church from having me play it for the tiny children during sunday school though.

Favorite Pride Flags Based Only On Colors: Any and all iterations of the lesbian flag are UNFAIRLY pretty. I'm actually also a huge fan of the aroace flag. I'm also pretty fond of the gay men's flag, the trans flag, and the genderfluid flag!

Thanks so much for asking! This was fun!

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The Last Time I'm Asking You This (Playlist Series)

Draco Malfoy x Reader

Summary: When Draco keeps slipping in and out of her life, Y/n can't help but feel the cracks in her heart widen. But this time, she's not asking him why—she's ready to find out if love is worth the broken promises.

Based on the song: The Last Time by Taylor Swift

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Y/n stood frozen at the doorway of Draco's room, heart hammering in her chest as the weight of the past few months pressed down on her. It was always like this with him—intense, chaotic, full of passion, and yet, just as quickly as he came into her life, he would disappear.

Find myself at your door Just like all those times before I'm not sure how I got there All roads, they lead me here

The sound of her heart pulsed loudly in her ears as she watched Draco sit by the window, bathed in the soft moonlight. She couldn’t remember how many times she had stood at his door, waiting for him to let her in, only to have him shut her out again. And yet, here she was, standing in the exact same spot, staring at the same man, feeling the same ache in her chest.

She had tried to walk away—tried to let him go—but something about him always pulled her back. The moments they shared, the way he looked at her with that soft intensity that made her forget everything else, it was enough to make her want to try again. But she couldn’t keep doing this—couldn’t keep putting herself in the same position, only for him to tear her heart to pieces.

She was done being a fool for him.

"I came here to tell you something," she said, her voice steady despite the storm brewing inside of her.

Draco didn’t look at her immediately. His gaze was locked on the darkness outside, a storm of his own raging beneath the calm surface. It was as if he was waiting for her to speak the words he already knew she was going to say. She could feel the weight of the unspoken between them—how long could they keep playing this game?

I imagine you are home In your room, all alone And you open your eyes into mine And everything feels better

He finally turned, his eyes catching hers, and Y/n swore she saw something break within him. She could feel it, too—the undeniable pull between them, like magnets drawn together, no matter how far apart they had been. She had let him in so many times before, only for him to leave her just as quickly, and it hurt more than she ever let on. But tonight, she wasn’t going to let him walk away without a fight.

“This is the last time I’m asking you this, Draco,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Put my name at the top of your list. Let me in, or let me go. I can’t keep doing this. I won’t.”

And right before your eyes I'm breaking No past, no reasons why Just you and me This is the last time I'm asking you this Put my name at the top of your list

Draco's eyes flickered with something—fear, regret, longing—but he didn’t move. Instead, he stood up slowly, the tension in his posture making it clear how much this conversation was costing him. He closed the distance between them, his hand brushing hers lightly before he cupped her cheek, his touch both gentle and desperate.

“Y/n,” he began, his voice strained. “I don’t deserve you. I don’t deserve any of this, but I—” He stopped himself, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “I can’t lose you.”

She felt her heart skip a beat. She wanted to believe him. Wanted to believe that the man standing before her, the one who had hurt her more times than she could count, could actually mean what he was saying.

But it was hard to trust him when he had made it so difficult to trust in the first place.

You find yourself at my door Just like all those times before You wear your best apology But I was there to watch you leave

“Why do you keep doing this to me?” she asked, her voice shaking now, the emotions she had buried for so long starting to rise to the surface. “Why do you always leave, only to come back, acting like nothing ever happened? I’m tired of waiting for you to choose me.”

He didn’t have an answer. He could never give her the answer she needed, because the truth was, he was just as broken as she was. He wasn’t ready for this, for them—but that didn’t stop him from wanting it, from wanting her.

And all the times I let you in Just for you to go again Disappear when you come back Everything is better

“Y/n,” Draco said softly, his fingers trailing down her neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. “I don’t know how to fix this. I don’t know how to make it right, but I’ll try. I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you don’t walk away from me.”

Y/n closed her eyes at the sensation of his touch, the conflicting emotions threatening to swallow her whole. Part of her wanted to believe him. Part of her wanted to throw caution to the wind and let him back in, no questions asked. But she couldn’t be the one who always forgave him, who always waited for him to make up his mind.

Not anymore.

And right before your eyes I'm aching Run fast, nowhere to hide Just you and me

She pulled away, taking a step back, the distance between them growing despite the pull she felt toward him. “This is the last time, Draco,” she said, her voice steadier now. “I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep loving someone who can’t even love me back.”

His face fell, and she saw the pain flash across his features, but it wasn’t enough to stop her. She couldn’t keep pretending that everything was okay when it wasn’t.

This is the last time I'm asking you this Put my name at the top of your list This is the last time I'm asking you why You break my heart in the blink of an eye

“You never broke my heart, Y/n,” Draco said, his voice low, but there was something raw in it now, something that made her chest tighten. “You were the one thing I could never break.”

Tears pricked at her eyes as she shook her head. “Then why does it feel like you did?”

This is the last time you tell me I've got it wrong This is the last time I say it's been you all along This is the last time I let you in my door This is the last time, I won't hurt you anymore

He reached out for her again, but this time, she stepped back. She wasn’t going to fall for it again. She wasn’t going to be the one left behind, not anymore.

For the first time in their relationship, she walked away without looking back, the sound of her footsteps echoing in the silence between them.

Draco stood there, feeling the weight of her absence pressing down on him. And though he knew he had lost her for good this time, he couldn't shake the feeling that maybe—just maybe—he had never truly had her at all.

This is the last time I'm asking you this Last time I'm asking you Last time I'm asking you this

It was the last time. And this time, she meant it.

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